"Why, I heard somethen" spoke down in the servants" hall last night, that I ha" b"en thinken" about a bra" deal; but I cudn"t, to save my life, make the two ends to "kidgey" like; but your letter ha" opened my eyes all abroad."
"You are speaking in enigmas, Josiah," said his master.
"I don"t knaw what sort of things they are, not I," said Josiah; "but putten" this agen that, I can see a bra" way this mornen", I think."
"What are you driving at?" said Morley, looking puzzled.
"Why, this here es about the size of et," replied Josiah, looking very wise,--"Miss Freeman wor in that woggen, so sure as my name es "Siah Trenow."
"How can you possibly know that?" cried Morley, very much excited.
"Well, I don"t knaw et zackly," replied Josiah; "but the porter said, last night, that there ha" b"en a woman up there two or three times spaken" to Mrs. Courland, an" he watched her in an" out o" that little gate in the garden; and by what he said, I do b"lieve "tes she. He chalked her out zackly, semmen to me."
"Whatever could she be doing here?" asked Morley. "It is quite absurd to think of such a thing."
"Zackly like that," said Josiah; "but I do b"lieve "twor she, an" that man an" the little maid wor the ones that Miss Reeney spoke about. "Tes some new manoeuvre of "The Maister"s," I"ll be bound, an" I shall watch like a cat watching a mouse. Dedn"t Miss Reeney say that he knaw"d all about you, an" everything. He wor watching you when you dedn"t knaw et, down there, I"ll be bound. An" now he ha" sent she for to tell your aunt somethen"."
At this point of their conversation, they were joined by Mr. Morley, to whom Frederick read the most material portions of Alrina"s letter, and Josiah repeated his suspicions that Miss Freeman was lurking about the neighbourhood. If so, they had no doubt she was there on some errand from her brother respecting Frederick Morley. What it was they couldn"t imagine. It was arranged therefore that Frederick should return to Cornwall again in search of Alrina and her father; while Mr. Morley and Josiah should remain at Ashley Hall, for the purpose of making what discovery they could in the deserted house, and of finding out whether Miss Freeman was really in the neighbourhood, and what she was about.
So, after an early breakfast, their plans were formed, and Mr. Morley and Josiah proceeded to the deserted house, while Frederick rode on the wings of love to the rescue of his imprisoned enchantress.
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE SECRET.
Mrs. Courland was expecting her husband"s return about this time. She was anxious and nervous. He was a good, kind husband, and she endeavoured to do all in her power to make him happy. It was a great trial to her to look that kind, good man in the face, and know that she was keeping a secret from him which he ought to have known from the beginning. It made her unhappy,--miserable,--and she dreaded his return.
Should he discover it now, and find that she had been deceiving him for so many years, it would be dreadful. And now he was on his last voyage;--he would now retire from the sea and live at home. How should she be able to keep the secret then? Some trifling circ.u.mstance might occur at any time, to discover it; and then his kind affection would be lost to her. He would not--he could not--look upon her with his wonted loving confidence, after the discovery of her deception. Oh! why had she kept it from him?
Julia knew that her aunt was anxious about her husband"s return, and she did not disturb her therefore when she retired after breakfast to her little private room.
She retired, as usual, that morning, and sat brooding over her sorrows and anxieties, until she became quite low-spirited; for the more she thought of her difficult and unpleasant situation, the more guilty and blameable she seemed in her own estimation; and, placing her hand before her eyes, she wept in the bitterness of her heart.
Still comparatively a young woman, and still beautiful, and the admiration of all, when she chose to enter into society,--possessed, also, of considerable wealth, a n.o.ble mansion, and a splendid establishment--all, in short, which the world could bestow,--and, above all, being blessed with a kind and indulgent husband,--yet, with all these advantages, there sat that handsome and gifted lady in the midst of all this splendour, a miserable, unhappy woman.
A gentle tap is heard at the little door leading into the garden, which makes her start and turn pale. Strange that so gentle a tap should frighten her so much. Where are all the servants, that she should be obliged to open the door herself? She seems to dread the admission of the visitor; and yet she rises almost immediately, and unbolts the little door and admits the intruder on her privacy.
The visitor enters unceremoniously, and closes the door, as if she had been accustomed to visit the beautiful owner of the establishment often.
She was a tall, masculine-looking woman, apparently about fifty years of age, with an eye that betokened both boldness and cunning, and a restless uneasy expression by no means pleasing. The compressed lips expressed great determination of character, and the strong and well-knit frame seemed formed more according to the model of the ruder than the softer s.e.x.
This was the visitor who had just been admitted into Mrs. Courland"s private room.
"Am I never to be at rest?" said the lady in a supplicating tone, as she took her seat again. "Say, once for all, what will satisfy you, and leave me in peace. This continual worry and anxiety is killing me."
"You know," replied the visitor, "that I am not asking for myself. It is in the cause of another that I occasionally trouble you. The poor child must be educated according to the station she may one day fill; and her maintenance must be cared for. And those who take the trouble, and keep the secret, must be rewarded--and that with liberality."
"I know all that," said Mrs. Courland, "and am willing to make a sacrifice. What will suffice? say!"
"I am acting for another, as you know; and my instructions are, five hundred pounds--not a penny less," said the woman, sternly.
"I cannot comply with your exorbitant demand," replied Mrs. Courland, in an abject tone; "I have not so much money in the house. My husband"s allowance is all exhausted,--you have been a continual drain upon me. I expect him almost hourly, and then my supplies will be almost unlimited again. Pray leave me now, and let me have a little time to recover myself before his return. Then you shall be liberally rewarded."
"I cannot wait," said the visitor; "or, if I do, the money must be supplied _by himself_, and all must be known."
"Oh! no! no! not that," cried Mrs. Courland, almost in despair. "He is kind--most kind. Spare him the knowledge of that which has been kept from him so long, to my bitter, bitter cost. Oh! would that he had known all at the beginning. It would have saved me many unhappy hours." And the poor lady wept, as if her heart was breaking. Her unwelcome visitor seemed moved, and begged her not to distress herself so.
"You have not seen the child?" said she. "Let me bring her to you. Why not take her here? she might be a comfort to you. Her misfortune and dreadful calamity may induce you to pity, if you cannot love her, and will afford some occupation for your leisure hours. She is within call; I will bring her in." And before Mrs. Courland could collect herself sufficiently to decide what she would do, or to ask another question, the woman had disappeared.
The grounds of Ashley Hall, as we have before said, were skirted on one side by a narrow lane, very little frequented,--the hedges on each side being overgrown with brambles and thick thorn-bushes. In this lane, there was a door which led into Mrs. Courland"s private room, through a small garden, which she called her own private property--no one being permitted to enter it, except herself, and the gardener, who at stated times was admitted to keep it in order.
Outside this little door in the lane, on the morning of this woman"s visit to Mrs. Courland, stood an elderly man, dressed in the garb of a sailor, and a young girl, about fifteen or sixteen years of age--she might have been a year or two more, or she might have been less; it was difficult to determine. She was plainly dressed, and looked clean and neat; but her general appearance was not at all prepossessing. She was short and stout; and extreme vulgarity and impudent a.s.surance, mingled with cunning, were depicted in her forbidding looking countenance, which was deeply pitted with the small-pox;--and yet, with all this, there was a look of melancholy which seemed to indicate that the girl was unhappy.
Continued ill-treatment had perhaps produced this harsh and repulsive expression of countenance which she now exhibited.
"We must try what effect the girl will have," said the woman, as she merged into the lane through the little private door, after having kept her companions waiting a considerable time. "The lady says she has not much money in the house, and won"t have till the captain comes home."
"She be hanged!" replied the man. "That"s her game. Not money in a house like that? Tell her to p.a.w.n her jewels, or sell her carriage. I tell you, mistress, if you can"t manage better than that, I shall go in myself and play Old Nick with her."
"Hush!" said the woman. "Let me take the girl in. That will be best.
Leave it to me, Cooper; I know how to manage her."
"Now, mind," cried the man; "no nonsense,--money down, or else there"ll be the devil to pay. I won"t wait one day longer. I"ve got other fish to fry, and I don"t like dancing attendance upon a parcel of women, like this."
Leaving the man alone in the lane, in not a very good humour, the woman took the girl with her into Mrs. Courland"s private room, where she found that lady still weeping and in great agitation.
"I have brought the child," said the woman, as she entered, "and I intend leaving her here on your hands. I have a bold partner outside, who will publish it far and near, and your husband will know all immediately on his return. I have sufficient proof of all, as you have seen before."
"Oh! spare me! spare me!" cried the poor lady, as she looked at the girl through her tears. "Oh! terrible fate. Not that! _She_ cannot be the child. Oh! in pity take her away, and say there is some mistake. Oh!
dreadful. His child can never be like that!" And she turned her head away, as if she loathed the sight of one so hideous. Had she been a handsome girl, she might have reconciled herself to her fate; but to have a low, vulgar, hideous creature there, and to present that creature to her husband now,--she could not do it. Better die a thousand deaths than face this terrible ordeal. Her husband would despise and hate her, as much as he loved her now, when he discovered the extent of the deception that had been practised upon him. He would be at home now continually; and she would have to bear his frowns, day by day, without relief. She presented to her own mind the darkest side of the picture, and painted it in the dullest and blackest colours, like all who give way to these low desponding thoughts. While these gloomy reflections were pa.s.sing in Mrs. Courland"s mind, the woman disappeared through the little private door, and left the poor girl standing in the middle of the room. Here was a new difficulty. What could she do with that repulsive looking girl? She ran out through the little garden and opened the door leading into the lane. There was no one to be seen;--both the man and the woman had either gone off very quickly, or were concealing themselves behind some of the overgrown thorns and bushes. The girl was left on her hands, evidently, and she must make the best of it. Perhaps she might know where to find her friends, and might be induced to go to them if she was provided with some money. Consoling herself, as well as she could, with these reflections, Mrs. Courland returned to the room, where she found the girl standing in the same place, and looking, with stolid astonishment, at the elegant and costly ornaments which decorated the room, and exhibited the refined taste and great wealth of its owner.
Mrs. Courland seated herself once more, and tried to look at the poor half-frightened girl with less abhorrence: but it was of no use. She could not endure the sight of her: and the idea of keeping her there was quite out of the question;--she must get rid of her, at all risks, cost what it would. The girl, seeing that she was not noticed, turned round to look at the beautiful bijouterie with which some of the tables and the mantel-piece were strewed; and she was now standing with her back to the mistress of the apartment.
Mrs. Courland summoned up resolution enough at length to speak to the girl, but she did not seem to notice it. Again Mrs. Courland addressed her, but she neither replied nor turned towards the lady.
"You are obstinate, girl," said Mrs. Courland. "I will soon let you know who is mistress here;"--for she felt her dignity insulted, which she was not accustomed to; and rising from her chair impatiently, she approached the girl, and, taking her by the shoulders (for the girl"s back was still turned towards her), she gave her a hearty shake, which came so unexpectedly, that the girl jumped round, and seized the lady by both her wrists, giving at the same time a hideous and unearthly scream, and looking more like a fiend than anything human. But, seeing that she had frightened her, she released her grasp, which had been so strong and powerful, that the marks of her hard, bony fingers were left on the soft and delicate flesh of the lady, who dropped into a seat, terrified and exhausted. Her situation was even worse than she had antic.i.p.ated.
_The girl was evidently deaf and dumb!_
She could not turn such a helpless unfortunate out into the world, alone;--even if she filled the poor creature"s pockets with gold, she could not help herself nor make her wants known, and she would be robbed. What was she to do? The woman, it was evident, meant to leave her there: and now all must be known.
The poor girl was still standing in the same place, looking at the lady with a penitent countenance; for she saw, with natural instinct, that she had done amiss. She had been accustomed to ill-treatment, and any resentment she evinced subjected her to a more severe punishment; and so she had become hardened and vindictive, and would take some opportunity of doing her persecutors some mischief, treacherously, for which she often got double punishment; so that she was always conquered, and her temper became sour and morose, which gave an unpleasant expression to her countenance, that, but for the ravages made on it by that dreadful disease, the small-pox, might not have seemed so forbidding and repulsive. A mingled feeling of pity and compa.s.sion took possession of Mrs. Courland"s mind, as she sat gazing at the poor creature, who now looked so penitent, and seemed to be begging for pardon, in her way. The expression of her countenance was quite altered and subdued. She now felt the pride of being the conqueror over that delicate and beautiful lady, by the strength of her sinewy hands; for there was no hand uplifted here to fell her to the ground for her temerity and rudeness.
She saw, too, that the lady had been weeping, and that her delicate wrists had been hurt by her powerful grasp; for the marks of her fingers were still visible there.
She had never, perhaps, been taught to kneel in worship or in penitence to any higher being than the man and woman with whom she resided--and to them only by accident, when struggling for the mastery, or in endeavouring to evade the severity of her daily punishment. Her natural instinct now plainly indicated to her, that she was standing in the presence of a superior being, whom she had injured, and who bore the pain without resenting it. She could not express her penitence and sorrow for the pain she had inflicted, in words; so she threw herself on her knees before the lady, and, bending her head almost to the floor, burst into tears--the first she had shed, perhaps, except in pain or anger, in the whole course of her life.
Mrs. Courland"s heart was touched at the natural homage and contrition of this poor afflicted girl. She raised her from the floor and placed her in her own chair, signing to her to remain there.