Rob Roy

by Walter Dill Scott

  Whatever the mystery might be which overclouded the destinies of this beautiful and interesting female, it was clear that Father Vaughan was implicated in it; unless, indeed, I could suppose that he was the agent employed to procure her settlement in the cloister, in the event of her rejecting a union with either of my cousins,---an office which would sufficiently account for her obvious emotion at his appearance. As to the rest, they did not seem to converse much together, or even to seek each other's society. Their league, if any subsisted between them, was of a tacit and understood nature, operating on their actions without any necessity of speech. I recollected, however, on reflection, that I had once or twice discovered signs pass betwixt them, which I had at the time supposed to bear reference to some hint concerning Miss Vernon's religious observances, knowing how artfully the Catholic clergy maintain, at all times and seasons, their influence over the minds of their followers. But now I was disposed to assign to these communications a deeper and more mysterious import. Did he hold private meetings with Miss Vernon in the library? was a question which occupied my thoughts; and if so, for what purpose? And why should she have admitted an intimate of the deceitful Rashleigh to such close confidence?

  These questions and difficulties pressed on my mind with an interest which was greatly increased by the impossibility of resolving them. I had already begun to suspect that my friendship for Diana Vernon was not altogether so disinterested as in wisdom it ought to have been. I had already felt myself becoming jealous of the contemptible lout Thorncliff, and taking more notice, than in prudence or dignity of feeling I ought to have done, of his silly attempts to provoke me. And now I was scrutinising the conduct of Miss Vernon with the most close and eager observation, which I in vain endeavoured to palm on myself as the offspring of idle curiosity. All these, like Benedick's brushing his hat of a morning, were signs that the sweet youth was in love; and while my judgment still denied that I had been guilty of forming an attachment so imprudent, she resembled those ignorant guides, who, when they have led the traveller and themselves into irretrievable error, persist in obstinately affirming it to be impossible that they can have missed the way.

  CHAPTER SIXTEENTH.

  It happened one day about noon, going to my boat, I was exceedingly surprised with the print of a man's naked foot on the shore, which was very plain to be seen on the sand. Robinson Crusoe.

  With the blended feelings of interest and jealousy which were engendered by Miss Vernon's singular situation, my observations of her looks and actions became acutely sharpened, and that to a degree which, notwithstanding my efforts to conceal it, could not escape her penetration. The sense that she was observed, or, more properly speaking, that she was watched by my looks, seemed to give Diana a mixture of embarrassment, pain, and pettishness. At times it seemed that she sought an opportunity of resenting a conduct which she could not but feel as offensive, considering the frankness with which she had mentioned the difficulties that surrounded her. At other times she seemed prepared to expostulate upon the subject. But either her courage failed, or some other sentiment impeded her seeking an e'claircissement. Her displeasure evaporated in repartee, and her expostulations died on her lips. We stood in a singular relation to each other,---spending, and by mutual choice, much of our time in close society with each other, yet disguising our mutual sentiments, and jealous of, or offended by, each other's actions. There was betwixt us intimacy without confidence;---on one side, love without hope or purpose, and curiosity without any rational or justifiable motive; and on the other, embarrassment and doubt, occasionally mingled with displeasure. Yet I believe that this agitation of the passions (such is the nature of the human bosom), as it continued by a thousand irritating and interesting, though petty circumstances, to render Miss Vernon and me the constant objects of each other's thoughts, tended, upon the whole, to increase the attachment with which we were naturally disposed to regard each other. But although my vanity early discovered that my presence at Osbaldistone Hall had given Diana some additional reason for disliking the cloister, I could by no means confide in an affection which seemed completely subordinate to the mysteries of her singular situation. Miss Vernon was of a character far too formed and determined, to permit her love for me to overpower either her sense of duty or of prudence, and she gave me a proof of this in a conversation which we had together about this period.

  We were sitting together in the library. Miss Vernon, in turning over a copy of the Orlando Furioso, which belonged to me, shook a piece of writing paper from between the leaves. I hastened to lift it, but she prevented me.---``It is verse,'' she said, on glancing at the paper; and then unfolding it, but as if to wait my answer before proceeding---``May I take the liberty?---Nay, nay, if you blush and stammer, I must do violence to your modesty, and suppose that permission is granted.''

  ``It is not worthy your perusal---a scrap of a translation--- My dear Miss Vernon, it would be too severe a trial, that you, who understand the original so well, should sit in judgment.''

  ``Mine honest friend,'' replied Diana, ``do not, if you will be guided by my advice, bait your hook with too much humility; for, ten to one, it will not catch a single compliment. You know I belong to the unpopular family of Tell-truths, and would not flatter Apollo for his lyre.''

  She proceeded to read the first stanza, which was nearly to the following purpose:---

  ``Ladies, and knights, and arms, and love's fair flame, Deeds of emprize and courtesy, I sing; What time the Moors from sultry Africk came, Led on by Agramant, their youthful king--- He whom revenge and hasty ire did bring O'er the broad wave, in France to waste and war; Such ills from old Trojano's death did spring, Which to avenge he came from realms afar, And menaced Christian Charles, the Roman Emperor. Of dauntless Roland, too, my strain shall sound, In import never known in prose or rhyme, How He, the chief, of judgment deemed profound, For luckless love was crazed upon a time''---

  There is a great deal of it,'' said she, glancing along the paper, and interrupting the sweetest sounds which mortal ears can drink in,---those of a youthful poet's verses, namely, read by the lips which are dearest to him.

  ``Much more than ought to engage your attention, Miss Vernon,'' I replied, something mortified; and I took the verses from her unreluctant hand---``And yet,'' I continued, ``shut up as I am in this retired situation, I have felt sometimes I could not amuse myself better than by carrying on---merely for my own amusement, you will of course understand---the version of this fascinating author, which I began some months since when I was on the banks of the Garonne.''

  ``The question would only be,'' said Diana, gravely, ``whether you could not spend your time to better purpose?''

  ``You mean in original composition?'' said I, greatly flattered ---``But, to say truth, my genius rather lies in finding words and rhymes than ideas; and therefore I am happy to use those which Ariosto has prepared to my hand. However, Miss Vernon, with the encouragement you give''------

  ``Pardon me, Frank---it is encouragement not of my giving, but of your taking. I meant neither original composition nor translation, since I think you might employ your time to far better purpose than in either. You are mortified,'' she continued, ``and I am sorry to be the cause.''

  ``Not mortified,---certainly not mortified,'' said I, with the best grace I could muster, and it was but indifferently assumed; ``I am too much obliged by the interest you take in me.''

  ``Nay, but,'' resumed the relentless Diana, ``there is both mortification and a little grain of anger in that constrained tone of voice; do not be angry if I probe your feelings to the bottom---perhaps what I am about to say will affect them still more.''

  I felt the childishness of my own conduct. and the superior manliness of Miss Vernon's, and assured her, that she need not fear my wincing under criticism which I knew to be kindly meant.

  ``That was honestly meant and said,'' she replied; ``I knew full well that the fiend of poetical irritability flew away with the little preluding cough which ush
ered in the declaration. And now I must be serious---Have you heard from your father lately?''

  ``Not a word,'' I replied; ``he has not honoured me with a single line during the several months of my residence here.''

  ``That is strange!---you are a singular race, you bold Osbaldistones. Then you are not aware that he has gone to Holland, to arrange some pressing affairs which required his own immediate presence?''

  ``I never heard a word of it until this moment.''

  ``And farther, it must be news to you, and I presume scarcely the most agreeable, that he has left Rashleigh in the almost uncontrolled management of his affairs until his return.''

  I started, and could not suppress my surprise and apprehension.

  ``You have reason for alarm,'' said Miss Vernon, very gravely; ``and were I you, I would endeavour to meet and obviate the dangers which arise from so undesirable an arrangement.''

  ``And how is it possible for me to do so?''

  ``Everything is possible for him who possesses courage and activity,'' she said, with a look resembling one of those heroines of the age of chivalry, whose encouragement was wont to give champions double valour at the hour of need; ``and to the timid and hesitating, everything is impossible, because it seems so.''

  ``And what would you advise, Miss Vernon?'' I replied, wishing, yet dreading, to hear her answer.

  She paused a moment, then answered firmly---``That you instantly leave Osbaldistone Hall, and return to London. You have perhaps already,'' she continued, in a softer tone, ``been here too long; that fault was not yours. Every succeeding moment you waste here will be a crime. Yes, a crime: for I tell you plainly, that if Rashleigh long manages your father's affairs, you may consider his ruin as consummated.''

  ``How is this possible?''

  ``Ask no questions,'' she said; ``but believe me, Rashleigh's views extend far beyond the possession or increase of commercial wealth: he will only make the command of Mr. Osbaldistone's revenues and property the means of putting in motion his own ambitious and extensive schemes. While your father was in Britain this was impossible; during his absence, Rashleigh will possess many opportunities, and he will not neglect to use them.''

  ``But how can I, in disgrace with my father, and divested of all control over his affairs, prevent this danger by my mere presence in London?''

  ``That presence alone will do much. Your claim to interfere is a part of your birthright, and it is inalienable. You will have the countenance, doubtless, of your father's head-clerk, and confidential friends and partners. Above all, Rashleigh's schemes are of a nature that''---(she stopped abruptly, as if fearful of saying too much)---``are, in short,'' she resumed, ``of the nature of all selfish and unconscientious plans, which are speedily abandoned as soon as those who frame them perceive their arts are discovered and watched. Therefore, in the language of your favourite poet---

  To horse! to horse! Urge doubts to those that fear.''

  A feeling, irresistible in its impulse, induced me to reply--- ``Ah! Diana, can you give me advice to leave Osbaldistone Hall?---then indeed I have already been a resident here too long!''

  Miss Vernon coloured, but proceeded with great firmness--- ``Indeed, I do give you this advice---not only to quit Osbaldistone Hall, but never to return to it more. You have only one friend to regret here,'' she continued, forcing a smile, ``and she has been long accustomed to sacrifice her friendships and her comforts to the welfare of others. In the world you will meet a hundred whose friendship will be as disinterested---more useful ---less encumbered by untoward circumstances---less influenced by evil tongues and evil times.''

  ``Never!'' I exclaimed, ``never!---the world can afford me nothing to repay what I must leave behind me.'' Here I took her hand, and pressed it to my lips.

  ``This is folly!'' she exclaimed---``this is madness!'' and she struggled to withdraw her hand from my grasp, but not so stubbornly as actually to succeed until I had held it for nearly a minute. ``Hear me, sir!'' she said, ``and curb this unmanly burst of passion. I am, by a solemn contract, the bride of Heaven, unless I could prefer being wedded to villany in the person of Rashleigh Osbaldistone, or brutality in that of his brother. I am, therefore, the bride of Heaven,---betrothed to the convent from the cradle. To me, therefore, these raptures are misapplied---they only serve to prove a farther necessity for your departure, and that without delay.'' At these words she broke suddenly off, and said, but in a suppressed tone of voice, ``Leave me instantly---we will meet here again, but it must be for the last time.''

  My eyes followed the direction of hers as she spoke, and I thought I saw the tapestry shake, which covered the door of the secret passage from Rashleigh's room to the library. I conceived we were observed, and turned an inquiring glance on Miss Vernon.

  ``It is nothing,'' said she, faintly; ``a rat behind the arras.''

  ``Dead for a ducat,'' would have been my reply, had I dared to give way to the feelings which rose indignant at the idea of being subjected to an eaves-dropper on such an occasion. Prudence, and the necessity of suppressing my passion, and obeying Diana's reiterated command of ``Leave me! leave me!'' came in time to prevent my rash action. I left the apartment in a wild whirl and giddiness of mind, which I in vain attempted to compose when I returned to my own.

  A chaos of thoughts intruded themselves on me at once, passing hastily through my brain, intercepting and overshadowing each other, and resembling those fogs which in mountainous countries are wont to descend in obscure volumes, and disfigure or obliterate the usual marks by which the traveller steers his course through the wilds. The dark and undefined idea of danger arising to my father from the machinations of such a man as Rashleigh Osbaldistone---the half declaration of love that I had offered to Miss Vernon's acceptance---the acknowledged difficulties of her situation, bound by a previous contract to sacrifice herself to a cloister or to an ill-assorted marriage,--- all pressed themselves at once upon my recollection, while my judgment was unable deliberately to consider any of them in their just light and bearings. But chiefly and above all the rest, I was perplexed by the manner in which Miss Vernon had received my tender of affection, and by her manner, which, fluctuating betwixt sympathy and firmness, seemed to intimate that I possessed an interest in her bosom, but not of force sufficient to counterbalance the obstacles to her avowing a mutual affection. The glance of fear, rather than surprise, with which she had watched the motion of the tapestry over the concealed door, implied an apprehension of danger which I could not but suppose well grounded; for Diana Vernon was little subject to the nervous emotions of her sex, and totally unapt to fear without actual and rational cause. Of what nature could those mysteries be, with which she was surrounded as with an enchanter's spell, and which seemed continually to exert an active influence over her thoughts and actions, though their agents were never visible? On this subject of doubt my mind finally rested, as if glad to shake itself free from investigating the propriety or prudence of my own conduct, by transferring the inquiry to what concerned Miss Vernon. I will be resolved, I concluded, ere I leave Osbaldistone Hall, concerning the light in which I must in future regard this fascinating being, over whose life frankness and mystery seem to have divided their reign,---the former inspiring her words and sentiments--- the latter spreading in misty influence over all her actions.

  Joined to the obvious interests which arose from curiosity and anxious passion, there mingled in my feelings a strong, though unavowed and undefined, infusion of jealousy. This sentiment, which springs up with love as naturally as the tares with the wheat, was excited by the degree of influence which Diana appeared to concede to those unseen beings by whom her actions were limited. The more I reflected upon her character, the more I was internally though unwillingly convinced, that she was formed to set at defiance all control, excepting that which arose from affection; and I felt a strong, bitter, and gnawing suspicion, that such was the foundation of that influence by which she was overawed.

  These tormenting doubts strength
ened my desire to penetrate into the secret of Miss Vernon's conduct, and in the prosecution of this sage adventure, I formed a resolution, of which, if you are not weary of these details, you will find the result in the next chapter.

  CHAPTER SEVENTEENTH.

  I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says, I must not stay; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me awry. Tickell.

  I have already told you, Tresham, if you deign to bear it in remembrance, that my evening visits to the library had seldom been made except by appointment, and under the sanction of old Dame Martha's presence. This, however, was entirely a tacit conventional arrangement of my own instituting. Of late, as the embarrassments of our relative situation had increased, Miss Vernon and I had never met in the evening at all. She had therefore no reason to suppose that I was likely to seek a renewal of these interviews, and especially without some previous notice or appointment betwixt us, that Martha might, as usual, be placed upon duty; but, on the other hand, this cautionary provision was a matter of understanding, not of express enactment. The library was open to me, as to the other members of the family, at all hours of the day and night, and I could not be accused of intrusion, however suddenly and unexpectedly I might made my appearance in it. My belief was strong, that in this apartment Miss Vernon occasionally received Vaughan, or some other person, by whose opinion she was accustomed to regulate her conduct, and that at the times when she could do so with least chance of interruption. The lights which gleamed in the library at unusual hours---the passing shadows which I had myself remarked---the footsteps which might be traced in the morning-dew from the turret-door to the postern-gate in the garden---sounds and sights which some of the servants, and Andrew Fairservice in particular, had observed, and accounted for in their own way,---all tended to show that the place was visited by some one different from the ordinary inmates of the hall. Connected as this visitant probably must be with the fates of Diana Vernon, I did not hesitate to form a plan of discovering who or what he was,--- how far his influence was likely to produce good or evil consequences to her on whom he acted;---above all, though I endeavoured to persuade myself that this was a mere subordinate consideration, I desired to know by what means this person had acquired or maintained his influence over Diana, and whether he ruled over her by fear or by affection. The proof that this jealous curiosity was uppermost in my mind, arose from my imagination always ascribing Miss Vernon's conduct to the influence of some one individual agent, although, for aught I knew about the matter, her advisers might be as numerous am Legion. I remarked this over and over to myself; but I found that my mind still settled back in my original conviction, that one single individual, of the masculine sex, and in all probability young and handsome, was at the bottom of Miss Vernon's conduct; and it was with a burning desire of discovering, or rather of detecting, such a rival, that I stationed myself in the garden to watch the moment when the lights should appear in the library windows.