Nearly three years had now pa.s.sed away since the receipt of her last letter from Henry; and she had long given up all hopes of ever hearing from him again, or of ever being more to him than she then was. While sitting alone, however, one morning about this period, her head leaning upon her hand, and listlessly gazing through a window that overlooked the approach to her father"s house, her curiosity was slightly excited by observing the person who usually brought the letters from the neighbouring village hurrying with unwonted speed towards the house, and, as she approached nearer, waving a letter which she held in her hand towards f.a.n.n.y. In an instant the blood, which had long forsaken the poor girl"s cheeks, rushed back to its forgotten repositories. Her heart beat fast and thick, and a violent tremor seized on her whole emaciated frame. The letter was, and she now knew it, from Henry Raeburn.
Having got possession of the intensely-interesting doc.u.ment, she rushed with it up-stairs to her own apartment, bolted the door, and flung herself down on a bed; laying, at the same time, the letter, which, from excessive agitation, she was unable at the moment to open, on a small table beside her. Having, however, in a few minutes regained as much composure as she conceived would enable her to venture on the exciting task of perusing the letter, she arose, seized it convulsively, and staggered with it unfolded in her grasp towards the window, where she began to read. The letter commenced thus--
"MY DEAREST, DEAREST f.a.n.n.y,--What is the meaning of this?
Cruel, cruel girl, it is now precisely two years and a-half since I received your last letter, although I have written to you at least six or seven times during that period. What a relief, f.a.n.n.y, it would be to my mind, to know that these letters of mine had miscarried--that they had never reached you!--for, in that case, I might still hope, still believe, that my f.a.n.n.y was faithful. Indeed, it is in this hope that I live; for, as I have been for the last two years going from place to place, at a great distance in the interior, I think it not improbable that my letters--all of which were despatched from these remote residences--have never found their way to you."
The writer then went on, praying f.a.n.n.y not to lose a moment in relieving his mind on this, to him, he said, most painful subject. After a good deal more to similar purpose, he continued--
"Will my f.a.n.n.y not take it amiss--she will not, I know, if she still be to me as she once was, and what I still am to her--if I request her to send me her portrait?--that, since fortune still denies me the happiness of contemplating the original, I may, as I a.s.suredly will, find some consolation in possessing the copy. I will then," continued the writer, "have you present to my corporeal eye, as you are, and have constantly been, to my mental vision. Enclosed, my dearest f.a.n.n.y, you have a draft for twenty guineas, which please apply to the purpose just expressed, and let there not be a moment lost in forwarding me your beloved picture."
The writer then went on to say, that he expected to be in a condition to invite her out in the course of a twelvemonth or so; and ultimately finished by a repet.i.tion of the most tender expressions of affection and love.
When f.a.n.n.y had completed the perusal of this, to her, most gratifying letter--that is, after she had read it at least six times over--she rushed wildly down-stairs in quest of her brother Edward; and having found him, "See, see, Edward!" exclaimed the delighted girl, forcing the letter into his hands; "read that, Edward, and acknowledge, my brother, the injustice which you and all of us have done to Henry. I knew, I knew," she went on, "my Henry would not deceive me. I felt a.s.sured that his silence and seeming neglect would one day be satisfactorily accounted for, and without impugning his honour."
To these expressions of joy, and delight, and confidence, f.a.n.n.y"s brother made no reply, but sat down coolly to read the letter that had been put into his hands; and greatly disappointed was the poor girl, who was watching his countenance with the most intense interest, while he read, to find that the contents seemed to excite in him no emotion whatever. When he finished--"Well, f.a.n.n.y," he said, dryly, at the same time carelessly returning her the letter, "it"s all very well. I am glad to find that Raeburn is not altogether the man I feared he was. He seems to think of you with unabated regard still, f.a.n.n.y."
"Oh yes, Edward!--oh yes! I knew Henry would not deceive me!" again repeated the unsuspecting and delighted girl.
Edward, as we have already said, tenderly loved f.a.n.n.y; and it was this regard for her that prevented him saying all he thought of the letter he had just read. He would not, for any consideration, have damped the feelings of joy and happiness which it had inspired in the bosom of his sister, by making any remarks that might have a tendency of that kind; but he could not help observing sufficient grounds for such observations. He saw, in the first place, that Raeburn"s a.s.sertion that he had written several letters to f.a.n.n.y was a downright falsehood, or, at best, of a very suspicious character; for his father--who lived, as the reader will recollect we have already said, in the immediate neighbourhood, and whom he frequently met with--had never made any complaint of any interruption in his son"s correspondence; and he (Edward), moreover, knew that Henry"s father had received many letters from him during the very period of the suspension of his correspondence with f.a.n.n.y. It therefore appeared extremely odd to him that all the letters addressed to the one should have miscarried, while all those addressed to the other had reached their destination in safety, and in due course of time. In the next place, Edward saw, or thought he saw, that the general tenor of the letter was forced and unnatural; and, lastly, that procrastination was apparently still the object of the writer, notwithstanding his having vaguely named a period when he should invite f.a.n.n.y to share his fortunes as his wife.
All this Edward perceived in the letter in question; but the worst he thought of it was, that Raeburn had for a time forgotten his sister, probably in a temporary regard for another, and that his affection for her having returned, he was now anxious to atone for his negligence or infidelity; and, under this impression, he was willing to overlook the subterfuge to which Raeburn had had recourse, to account for his silence; and, in these views of the matter, Edward"s father and brother concurred.
Two or three days after the receipt of Henry"s letter, f.a.n.n.y, though in a very indifferent state of health, proceeded to Edinburgh, and had her likeness taken there in miniature. On her return, the picture was carefully packed in a small box or case, and, accompanied by a letter from f.a.n.n.y, despatched to its remote destination. In this letter, the poor girl, in allusion to the portrait, said--"I have, in compliance with your wishes, Henry, sent you my portrait; but I fear it will sadly disappoint you; for a more unpropitious time for transferring my miserable countenance to canvas (I believe, however, in this case it is ivory) could scarcely have been chosen; for I have been extremely ill for a long time past, and am yet very far from being well. I have been broken-hearted, Henry, and have been labouring under the worst and most hopeless of all diseases--a crushed and broken spirit."
Thus did the poor girl allude to the misery which Raeburn"s neglect had entailed on her. Her delicacy forbade her saying more, and her candid and confiding disposition would not permit her to say less.
Leaving matters in this state at Rose Vale (the name of Mr Rutherford"s residence), we will, with the reader"s consent, embark in the same ship with f.a.n.n.y"s portrait, and proceed to the East Indies, to see with our own eyes what, at this period, was the general conduct, character, and circ.u.mstances of him for whom that picture was intended. Having done this--an easy matter with you and us, good reader, though no trifling affair to others--we shall find Raeburn residing in a very handsome house at Calcutta; and in one of the most conspicuous places in one of the princ.i.p.al rooms in that house, we shall find the portrait of f.a.n.n.y Rutherford suspended--and well worthy of the distinction was this likeness of the lovely girl. Beautiful! exceedingly beautiful in her sadness!--for the painter had been faithful; and but too plainly did that picture tell of sorrow and of suffering--"of hope deferred, that maketh the heart sick." Nor did Henry Raeburn seem insensible to the beauty expressed in that little picture. To every one who visited him he showed it, with an air of exultation and triumph; pressed on their notice the soft expression of the fine dark eye, the light, delicate, and well-arched eyebrow, the ruby lip, and elegantly-formed nose and chin. But, be it remarked--and it was an odd circ.u.mstance--it was to the young unmarried men alone who visited him that he showed the picture, and that he thus dwelt on the details of its beauties. Strange distinction this--to the unmarried alone that he showed the picture, and enlarged on the attractions of its subject! What does this mean? Much, much it means; and a darker or more atrocious meaning never disgraced the act of man. But we will leave the full explanation of this atrocity to be developed by the progress of our story.
"Ah! you dogs, you!" Raeburn would say, with well-affected jocularity, to his friends of the description already mentioned, when showing them f.a.n.n.y"s portrait, "isn"t that a pretty girl, now? and am not I a lucky fellow to have secured the affections of so charming a woman? What would you give, you rogues, you, for such a creature as that for a wife?"
Then, holding the portrait aloft, "Come, say now, gentlemen, what would you give for her, suppose I was willing to part with her; which, perhaps, I am, if I could get a fair price for my right. Bid for her, gentlemen, bid for her!" he would say, laughingly, and _affecting_ to make a joke of the matter. "I will put her up to sale, and warrant the stock to be equal to the sample!" "A thousand rupees!" "Thank you, John.
Very well for a beginning! Get on, gentlemen, get on." "Two thousand!
three thousand!" "That"s it. Go it, my spirited lads, go it; but she"s worth six times the money yet." "Eight thousand! ten thousand!" "Ay, now you get on bravely, and are approaching the mark, though still at a great distance from it." "Fifteen thousand! twenty thousand!" "Very well--twenty thousand! Twenty thousand, gentlemen! Will no one bid more!
Why, Tom, I thought you were a better judge of female beauty than to allow such a bargain as this to slip through your fingers!" "Twenty-five thousand!" "Well done, Tom; I knew you were a lad of spirit, and had too much of the knight-errant in you to allow a fair lady like this to be knocked down below her value. Twenty-five thousand rupees--once, twice, thrice! There, down she goes--she"s yours, Tom; pay me the money, and I"ll order her out for you by the first ship."
This was a scene of frequent occurrence in Raeburn"s house, when a number of young fellows had got together there, and something very like it was repeated to each of them individually when they chanced to call alone; particularly in the case of one of them--a Mr Cressingham, the son of a gentleman who held one of the highest civil situations in India, and who was enormously wealthy. This was Raeburn"s friend, Tom, as he familiarly called him; and to him he was especially eloquent and importunate on the subject of f.a.n.n.y"s beauty.
"Well, hang me if she an"t a devilish pretty creature that, after all!"
said Tom Cressingham to Raeburn, as they one day sat alone smoking their hookahs in the apartment in which f.a.n.n.y"s portrait hung, and on which he was listlessly gazing.
"That she is, Tom," replied Raeburn; "wouldn"t you fancy such a girl as that, now, for a wife, Tom?"
"Faith and I would, Harry; I"d give ten thousand rupees for such a wife."
"You"re coming down in your price, Tom," replied Raeburn; "you offered twenty-five thousand for her the other night."
"Well, I don"t know but I would give that sum for her, after all, Harry; for she"s certainly a delightful-looking creature. But why don"t you bring out the girl, and marry her at once yourself, Harry?"
"Umph!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Raeburn, "that wouldn"t be altogether so convenient just now. You know I"m confoundedly in debt, Tom" (this was but too true; for he was grossly dissipated, and was living in a style far beyond his income), "and must clear my feet a bit before I think of marrying. Besides, to tell you a secret, Tom, I don"t care much about standing to my Scotch bargain in that matter; and, to be plain with you, I wish you, or some one else, would relieve me of it, by taking the girl off my hands; giving me, of course, a handsome consideration for my right in the property."
This was said jokingly; but it was very easy to see that the speaker would not care to be thought serious; and this Cressingham perceived.
"Harry," he said, "are you in earnest?"
"To be sure I am," replied Raeburn; "never was more in earnest in my life."
"Then I"m your man, Harry, if we can agree about the terms," rejoined Cressingham. "What say you about the consideration."
"Why, I don"t know; you see she is a very handsome girl, Tom; and, on the word of a _gentleman_, I a.s.sure you, she is as amiable as she is lovely."
"Well, at a word, Harry," said Cressingham, "I"ll give you five thousand pounds sterling money, the day that woman becomes my wife; you being at the expense of bringing her out, and managing all that part of the business."
"Done!" said Raeburn.
"Done!" said Cressingham. And they struck hands upon the bargain.
Raeburn"s villany, good reader, is now before you fully and fairly. The conversation just recorded was no joke, but, as he himself acknowledged, downright earnest; and it will readily be conceded, we think, that a piece of more heartless depravity is not upon record. Neither, we beg to a.s.sure the reader, is this villany imaginary, nor the character of Raeburn the invention of fancy. The villany was actually perpetrated, and the villain actually lived.
f.a.n.n.y"s portrait had been sent for for the express purpose of turning it to the account to which we have seen it applied. He had sent for it that he might exhibit it as a sample of goods which he had to dispose of, and which he meant to sell to the highest bidder; and it was with this view--with the view of finding a purchaser--that he had hung the portrait of his victim in a conspicuous place, and had urged on the notice of his visiters the various beauties which it displayed.
To return to our tale. Raeburn and Cressingham--the latter, we need hardly say, being nearly as unprincipled as the former--having come to the understanding which we have just detailed, Raeburn insisted that their bargain should be expressed on paper; that is, that Cressingham should bind himself by a written doc.u.ment to fulfil his part of the transaction--in other words, should bind himself to pay the 5000 on the day f.a.n.n.y became his wife; although with what face he could produce such a doc.u.ment in a court of justice to enforce his claim, in the event of Cressingham evading it, it certainly is not easy to conceive. But, desirous of being secure in the meantime, on such a doc.u.ment as that alluded to, he insisted; and it was instantly given him.
This part of the transaction settled, it was Raeburn"s business to manage the rest:--the first step of which was to get f.a.n.n.y out; the next, to get her palmed upon Cressingham; and he lost no time in setting about it.
As the subsequent proceedings of the villain, however, will be more strikingly exhibited by shifting the scene once more to Rose Vale, we request the reader to accompany us thither for a moment.
The year had a good while expired, which Raeburn had fixed on, in his last letter to f.a.n.n.y, as the period when he should send for her to join him at Calcutta; and the poor girl was looking fondly and anxiously for the promised invitation; but, for several months, she was again doomed to suffer all the pains of suspense and disappointment. From this, however, she was at length relieved by the appearance of the long-expected letter. This, like all its predecessors, was filled with the most tender expressions of regard and esteem. "It is now," said the writer, "with the most heartfelt--nay, this is far too tame a phrase--it is with a delight, my beloved f.a.n.n.y, which I cannot find language to express--that I inform you, that the circ.u.mstances in which I now find myself warrant me in inviting you out to share my fortunes. I enclose a draft for 150, to defray the expense of your pa.s.sage, and other contingencies connected with it; and I beg of you, my dearest, dearest f.a.n.n.y, as you value my happiness, nay, my existence, to lose no time in coming out to me; for I will be miserable till you arrive." To this was added a great many particular directions, as to f.a.n.n.y"s best mode of proceeding in the business of her embarkation; and again the writer resumed the strain of adulation with which he had begun; and with this strain, also, he finally ended.
As in the former case, f.a.n.n.y instantly put this letter into the hands of her brother Edward; and again she was disappointed to find that it was read without the smallest appearance of satisfaction. Neither was it much more gratifying to her father and younger brother. But their feelings regarding it proceeded chiefly from their reluctance to part with f.a.n.n.y, and to her going alone on so long and dreary a voyage; but neither they, nor Edward, even with his more serious grounds of dissatisfaction, felt that they would be warranted in preventing f.a.n.n.y from availing herself of the apparent good fortune which she was now invited to partake. They felt that it would be an act of injustice towards the amiable girl, to exercise any such authority over her fortunes and affections; and, therefore, though it was not without great reluctance, they finally consented to her departure. This conceded, and every necessary preparation for the voyage being in a few days completed, Edward accompanied f.a.n.n.y to London, saw her on board of an East Indiaman that was about to sail for Calcutta, and having consigned her to the care of the captain, bade her an affectionate adieu. In less than an hour afterwards, the ship was under weigh; and f.a.n.n.y Rutherford had commenced her ill-starred voyage to the East.
On the ship"s arrival at Calcutta, which she reached in safety and in due course of time, amongst the first persons who came on board of her were Raeburn and Cressingham. f.a.n.n.y was down below in the cabin, and in the act of packing a small trunk, preparatory to her going ash.o.r.e, when Raeburn entered. The moment the poor girl saw him, she flew towards him, with an expression of the wildest delight. But, oh! fond and confiding heart, what a shock was it to thee--what a withering sensation was thine--when you found your warm and generous impulses received with a cold and distant civility!--for in such manner did Raeburn now receive the gentle, affectionate, and unsuspecting girl, who had crossed the "rude ocean," left kindred and home, to follow his fortunes--the fortunes of the man she loved--in a far distant land.
In this atrocious conduct of Raeburn"s there was policy as well as natural heartlessness; for he was desirous of disgusting her with his coldness, and thus preparing the way for the addresses of Cressingham.
Of this part of the villain"s design, f.a.n.n.y was, of course, utterly ignorant; but the quick discerning eye of love enabled her instantly to detect the brutal and ungracious manner of Raeburn, so different from what she had expected; and the discovery fell upon her spirit with the most deadly effect. She, however, made no complaint; but it was evident that the manner of her reception by her deceiver had sunk deep into her heart. Poor f.a.n.n.y proceeded with the packing of her little trunk in silence--a silence interrupted only by an occasional sigh, long drawn, and heavy laden with grief. Tears, too, might have been detected stealing down her cheeks, were it not that she kept her head, purposely, too closely over the trunk to permit their being seen. In the work, too, in which she was employed, be it observed, Raeburn did not offer her the smallest a.s.sistance, but continued walking up and down the cabin, whistling carelessly, and looking at the prints with which the walls were hung.
This was the scene, then, in the cabin, when Raeburn, after the lapse of a quarter-an-hour or so from the time of his first descending, suddenly, and without giving f.a.n.n.y the least previous notice of his intention, went to the foot of the cabin-stair, and called loudly on Cressingham, who was on deck. Cressingham appeared at the cabin-door.
"Why don"t you come down?" said Raeburn. And he followed up this query with a significant wink.
"Why, I waited till I should be called," replied Cressingham, with a knowing smile; at the same time commencing his descent into the cabin.
"Mr Cressingham, f.a.n.n.y," said Raeburn, when the former came down--"a very particular friend of mine."
f.a.n.n.y, before raising her head from the trunk, hurriedly wiped her eyes, and stood up to receive the stranger; but it was wholly out of the poor girl"s power thus suddenly to regain her composure, or to obliterate from her countenance the traces of the miserable feelings with which her soul was agonised. These remained but too plain; and were at once detected by Cressingham, who, in place of being moved to compa.s.sion by them for the unhappy girl, looked on them as welcome indications of feelings that promised to favour his own advances; inasmuch as they bespoke a dissatisfaction on the part of f.a.n.n.y, at once with her situation and with Raeburn.
It being now Cressingham"s time to begin the performance of his part of the nefarious plot, he advanced towards Miss Rutherford with one of his most gracious looks, and welcomed her to Calcutta. Then, placing himself in a chair directly opposite to her, and leaning forward towards her, till he had nearly thrust his head into her face, he began a strain of the most impertinent adulation, not unmingled with expressions of a less harmless character. These last did not escape f.a.n.n.y, who deeply felt the insult they involved, although she was already too much humbled in spirit to resent them.
When Cressingham had taken up the position described, and had begun the nauseous badinage alluded to, Raeburn, on some trifling pretence, left the cabin and went on deck. The motive for this proceeding will at once present itself to the reader. Cressingham, finding himself thus left alone with f.a.n.n.y, was proceeding to use other liberties than those of speech; and had already, with the most impudent familiarity, thrown one of his arms around Miss Rutherford"s neck, when, with a violent effort, she extricated herself from him, and rushed, in a state of great agitation and alarm, up the cabin-stair, calling on Henry, who was at the moment standing at the stern of the vessel, and directly opposite the cabin-door.