"But you have friends."
"Yes; I have heard from them. I met an acquaintance yesterday."
"You have heard, then----" And she bent her eyes upon his face, with a look searching but full of kindness, as if studying his thoughts.
"Five years," she continued, "is a long time. Great changes may have taken place."
"Changes _have_ taken place," said Morton.
"You have lost none of your intimate friends, as far as I know them; but some have left Boston, and some are married."
Morton did not look up; but an undefined expression pa.s.sed across his face, like the shadow of a black cloud. When, a moment after, he raised his eyes, he saw those of Mrs. Ashland fixed upon him with the same earnest gaze as before. Such scrutiny from another would have been intolerable to him; but in her it gave him no uneasiness.
A servant entering changed for a time the character of their conversation. A quarter of an hour afterwards they were again alone, and Morton was seated near the window, when his friend approached him, her features kindling with a look of ill-suppressed feeling, laid her hand on his shoulder, and said, "Va.s.sall,"--she had always before addressed him as Mr. Morton,--"my heart bleeds for you--for you and for Edith Leslie."
Morton looked up till he met her eyes. The surprise, the sudden consciousness that she was privy to his grief, the warm and heartfelt woman"s sympathy that he read in every line of her face, were too much for his manhood, and he burst into tears.
CHAPTER LIV.
Elle n"est point parjure, elle n"est point legere; Son devoir m"a trahi, mon malheur, et son pere.--_Polyeucte_.
Morton"s evening with Mrs. Ashland, and the story which she told him, removed at least one pain from his breast. He learned that Edith Leslie was not in fault; and that, great as his misfortune might be, his idol was not turned to clay.
His friend"s narrative, however, was very defective. She could give results merely, not knowing, or suspecting, the hidden springs which produced them; and Morton was left to form his own conclusions. The following is a more explicit statement.
Morton embarked for Europe, and the return steamer brought, in due course, a letter to Edith Leslie. With the next steamer came another; with the next, a third; all as absurd epistles as the most exacting mistress could desire. The succeeding mail was silent. She wondered and hoped; but when the next arrived, and brought no tidings, her heart began to fail. The winter wore away, and still no letter came.
She was living, at that time, with her father, at his country seat.
Leslie"s health was declining, and when Vinal returned from his short European tour, he consigned to his hands the care of his affairs, and spent the greater part of his time at Matherton; for he had a strong love for the home of his boyhood.
Spring returned, and blossomed into summer; but nothing was heard of Morton. The season ripened; the fringed gentian sprang in the meadow, and the aster by the roadside; but no word came. In the forests, the October frosts began their gorgeous work. The ash put on its purple; the oak its varied coloring; the sumach its blood-red glare; and at evening, the sun went down in cold, stern splendors behind the painted mountains. Dry leaves whirled upon the ground; chill clouds mustered in the sky; and flakes of snow, the harbingers of storm, were blown along the frozen road. Then winter sank upon the landscape, and deeper winter on the heart of the unhappy girl.
Time pa.s.sed on, and the hope of Morton"s return grew fainter. Leslie, seeing his daughter"s deep distress, made a journey to Europe; but his search was fruitless. Meredith, who spent a year on the continent, pursued the same inquiries, but could trace his friend no farther than the town of Neuburg, in Bavaria. Morton, before his departure, had made his will, and in the ardor of his attachment, had left the bulk of his property to his betrothed, distributing a comparatively small residue among a number of poor relations, none of whom had either the means or the worldly knowledge to take measures for ascertaining his fate.
Meanwhile, Leslie had fallen into a decline; and there was no hope that his life could be protracted beyond a year or two. He became more than ever dependent upon Vinal, who now a.s.sumed nearly the whole charge of his affairs, acquitting himself with great ability, and, in this instance, with entire faithfulness. A rickety manufacturing concern, which for years had been a drain upon Leslie"s purse, began, under Vinal"s control, to yield a good profit; and the former saw all his resources quickened and replenished, as if by an infusion of new life.
Vinal was mounting very high in the general esteem. His polished address,--a little too precise, however,--his acknowledged scholarship, his character for honor and integrity, and his energy and capacity for business, commended him to all cla.s.ses. He pa.s.sed current alike in ball rooms and on change. Men of the world never doubted him; and, after all, this confidence was not quite groundless, for Vinal, who had a sage eye to his own interest, had embraced the maxim that, in matters of business, a course of absolute integrity is, under all ordinary circ.u.mstances, the only wise policy.
As, in process of time, the conviction of Morton"s death was confirmed, Leslie"s old wish for a union between his daughter and Vinal began again to grow strong within him. Some two years after her lover"s disappearance, he ventured to speak to her of this favorite plan; but it was long before he dared allude to it again. Meanwhile, Vinal"s attentions had been a.s.siduous and constant, yet so tempered as to convey the idea that he despaired of any other reward than the continuance of her friendship. At length, however, certain of her father"s countenance, and a.s.suming Morton"s death as now beyond a doubt, he began, with all possible delicacy and caution, to renew his former addresses. He was not long in discovering that his cause was quite hopeless, unless he could produce some positive proof that Morton was no longer alive.
During the third summer of the latter"s absence, Vinal went, for two or three months, to Europe, the state of his health being the alleged motive. While in Paris, he tried to find his former confederate, Speyer, but could only learn that he was no longer in that city. On returning to America, he told Leslie that he had inquired after Morton, on all sides, without the least success, but had taken measures which, he thought it not impossible, might in time lead to some discovery. In various parts of Germany, there was, as he affirmed, a cla.s.s of travelling merchants and commercial agents, who, from the nature of their avocations, had every facility for making inquiries within the districts which they frequented. He had taken pains, he said, to become acquainted with a large number of these men, to whom he had stated the case of Morton"s disappearance, and promised a reward for any information concerning him.
Some time after this, he told Leslie that he had had word from one of these correspondents. The latter, he affirmed, had heard that a young man, said to be an Englishman, had died very suddenly three or four years before, in an unfrequented part of Bohemia. The German declared himself ready, if desired, to go to the district in question, and inquire into the matter. Leslie was anxious that the inquiry should be made; upon which Vinal, though seeming not at all sanguine as to any result, gave him the name of his imaginary correspondent, and advised that he should write to him. Leslie, however, as Vinal had foreseen, desired that the latter should carry on the correspondence. He accordingly wrote a letter, directed to Jacob Hatz. This he showed to Leslie, and mailed it in his presence, consigning it to a long repose in some continental dead letter office. At the same time, he secretly despatched another letter, directed to Henry Speyer; for he had meanwhile discovered the address of this serviceable person. This letter was as follows:--
Dear Sir: You cannot have forgotten some interviews and correspondence which formerly pa.s.sed between us concerning a person who soon after was unfortunate enough to fall under the notice of the Austrian police. Nothing has since been heard of him, and it is commonly believed here that he is dead. It is my desire to have this opinion confirmed; and having found you honorable and efficient on another occasion, I cannot doubt that I shall find you so in this. May I beg your services in the following particulars?
1st. To take an imaginary journey into Bohemia, Moravia, or parts adjacent.
2d. To discover that, three years or more ago, a young man, an American, named ---- ----, travelling alone on horseback in an unfrequented part of the country, (this was his habit,) was attacked by cholera, or any other violent disease prevalent thereabouts, which carried him off in less than three days.
3d. That he died at a small village inn; that a Lutheran clergyman took charge of his effects, and wrote to his friends; but that the letter may have miscarried, or the clergyman may have played false, and kept the windfall that had come to him.
4th. That two years ago, the clergyman removed into Hungary, but that the innkeeper, a stupid, beetle-headed fellow, showed you a headstone in the Protestant burial ground, with ----"s name upon it. The innkeeper may describe him as a young man of twenty-four, or less, but must not remember too much, as this might attract further inquiry.
This is the outline, and will serve to indicate the kind of thing required. Vary it, in respect to details, as your judgment and your knowledge of the customs of the country may suggest. Names are omitted. Please observe the ciphers which stand in their places. You will soon receive, through another channel, means to supply the deficiency, if, indeed, your memory will not do so unaided.
Sign your letter _Jacob Hatz_. There is another point, which I beg you to observe particularly. Mention that on the gravestone, besides the name, was carved a figure, like an urn or cup, with a large ball above it. Date of death, also;--December 7, 1841.
I herewith enclose five hundred francs. On receiving your reply, _with this letter enclosed_, I shall immediately send you five hundred more.
If I were not a poor man, and expecting always to be so, I could remunerate your services better.
With the fullest reliance on your honor and discretion, I remain,
Yours, truly, ---- ----.
P. S. For your better direction, I subjoin a formula to be followed in the beginning of your letter. You can word the rest in your own way.
Write in French.
Vinal, if he had dared, would gladly have forged such a letter as he required, instead of trusting to another person; but art or nature had not gifted him with the needful skill; and he was anxious, moreover, to have the foreign postmarks stamped upon it in form.
In due time, Speyer"s answer came. He had neglected to return Vinal"s letter, as desired; but in other respects, his performance gave his employer ample satisfaction. The latter showed it to Leslie, who seemed convinced by it; while his daughter, on reading it, abandoned at once the hope to which she had hitherto clung, that Morton might still be living.
"I remember this Hatz very well," said Vinal; "he seemed to be a plain, honest sort of man,--an agent, I believe, of a merchant in Strasburg. And yet the reward I promised might have been too great a temptation."
"Then," said Leslie, "you would not receive this as a proof of Mr.
Morton"s death?"
"No, I would not: that is, I should not but for one thing;--it is so very much like Va.s.sall Morton to be travelling alone, on horseback, in an out-of-the-way part of the country."
"Did you observe," pursued Leslie, "what he says of figures of an urn and ball cut on the gravestone?"
"I saw it, but did not observe it particularly."
Leslie gave him the letter, and Vinal read the part referred to.
"What can it mean?" asked Leslie.
"I can"t conceive," replied Vinal.
"It is the vase and sun," said Edith Leslie; "the device of his mother"s family, the Va.s.salls."
"Ah," exclaimed Vinal, looking up with a face of mournful interest, "you must be right; the same figures are carved on the tomb of the Va.s.salls, in the old churchyard at Cambridge."
"They were cut," pursued Miss Leslie, "on a garnet ring, which he always used as a seal."