“We passed by several linen-drapers’ shops; but the Honourable Miss Enfield entered none of them. At length we reached Hyde Park. ‘Do let us take a walk here, my dear Miss Hutchinson,’ she exclaimed: ‘see how beautiful the trees already seem; and what freshness there is in the air!’—I assented; and we entered the Park. Presently Miss Enfield burst out into a joyous laugh. I inquired the reason; but she only looked archly at me, and renewed her merriment. Scarcely had I time to question her a second time concerning her joyousness, when she pressed my arm significantly; and I beheld two tall, fine-looking military men approaching. I cast my eyes downwards, for I perceived that they were looking attentively at us; but in a few moments I heard one of the officers exclaim, ‘It is my dearest Adeline! I felt convinced that she would not disappoint me.’—‘Not for worlds, Cholmondeley,’ she replied;—and, in another moment, she had left me and was hanging on the officer’s arm.—‘Now, Dunstable, you do the amiable with Miss Hutchinson,’ said Captain Cholmondeley to his companion; and before I could recover from the stupefaction into which these proceedings threw me, I found myself arm-in-arm with a handsome young officer, whom I soon afterwards ascertained to be Lord Dunstable.
“For some time I walked on in profound silence, conscious that I was doing wrong, but unable to muster up the courage sufficient to withdraw from the false position in which Miss Enfield’s intrigue had placed me. At length the gentle tones of a kind but manly voice penetrated through the chaos of ideas which agitated in my brain. ‘Wherefore so silent, Miss Hutchinson?’ said the young officer: ‘does my boldness in constituting myself your companion offend you? If so, I will instantly release you from the unpleasant contact of my society.’—I made no answer, but burst into tears.—‘By heaven! you are a sweet girl,’ he continued; ‘and I feel that I can love you sincerely. But dry those lovely eyes: there are persons about who may observe us.’—He was right: I wiped away the tears; and, after hazarding a few brief replies to his remarks, I insensibly fell into conversation with him. By degrees I lost the restraint and embarrassment which had at first possessed me; and ere I had been half an hour in his society, I laughed heartily at his lively sallies and sprightly observations. In the mean time Adeline was walking at a considerable distance in front, with the Honourable Captain Cholmondeley.
“Nearly two hours passed away in this manner; and then I insisted upon returning to Belvidere House. We accordingly overtook Miss Enfield and the Captain; and I signified my desire, observing that Mrs. Lambkin would be angry did we remain absent much longer. ‘We will not part with you, ladies,’ said the Captain, ‘unless you promise to lighten our darkness again with your presence ere we are all a week older.’—‘This day week we could manage it again,’ immediately observed Miss Enfield.—I murmured an objection.—‘If you do not come, my dearest Miss Hutchinson,’ whispered Lord Dunstable to me, ‘I shall either hang or drown myself.’—I smiled; and Adeline, who was watching my countenance, cried, ‘Oh! Lydia is such a dear good-natured creature, and we are such friends, I am sure she will not refuse.’—Again I smiled; and this was taken for an assent on my part. Then the two gentlemen looked round, and, perceiving no strangers near at the present, they bade us farewell in a most tender manner:—I mean that Captain Cholmondeley pressed Adeline in his arms, while Lord Dunstable literally glued his lips to mine. And I—— Oh! my resistance was but feeble!
“Miss Enfield and myself then retraced our steps towards Belvidere House; but to save appearances, she purchased some articles at the first linen draper’s shop that we came to. ‘Ah! Miss Adeline,’ I said, as we proceeded homewards, ‘what have we both been doing?’—‘Enjoying ourselves very much, dear Lydia,’ answered the young lady, laughing heartily. ‘I am sure you ought not to complain, for you have made the conquest of a lord, handsome and wealthy.’—‘But what will he think of me?’ I exclaimed.—‘That you are a very pretty, amiable, delightful girl,’ rejoined the Honourable Miss Enfield.—‘And all this was planned on your part, Miss Adeline?’ I said.—‘Call me Adeline in future,’ answered Miss Enfield; ‘for now you and I are sworn friends. Yes; the whole matter was pre-arranged so far as my meeting with Cholmondeley was concerned; and as I told him in my last note that you would accompany me, he was too gallant not to engage a friend to take charge of you while he and I were conversing together.’—‘Are you going to be married to Captain Cholmondeley?’ I inquired.—‘He has promised to demand my hand of my parents the moment I leave school,’ replied Adeline: then after a pause, she added, ‘And if you play your cards well, you may become Lady Dunstable.’—This assurance electrified me: it filled me with new hopes, new visions, new aspirations. In a few moments I saw myself (in imagination) the wife of a Lord, my father a Bishop, through my husband’s influence, and my brother a rich gentleman to whose addresses no heiress would turn a deaf ear!
“I could not sleep all that night! I considered my fortune already assured; and I declare most solemnly that I felt more delight, in the visions of prosperity and bliss which I conjured up, on account of my father and brother, than for the sake of myself. The week passed away: I did not oppose Miss Enfield’s intimation to me that we should keep our appointment with the two officers; and, permission having been obtained as before, we sallied forth. Hyde Park was soon gained; and we were not kept waiting a moment by our beaux—for they were already at the place of meeting. They received us with evident delight; and as Lord Dunstable pressed my hand tenderly, my eyes met his—a deep blush suffused my countenance—and I felt that I already loved him.
“Adeline walked apart with the Captain: and I remained with Lord Dunstable. He spoke to me more freely, but not less respectfully, than on the former occasion. He assured me that he had thought of nothing, since we last met, save the prospect of seeing me again; and he forced from me an avowal that I too had not altogether forgotten him! We had been thus together for half an hour, when it began to rain. The Honourable Captain Cholmondeley and Adeline then turned and joined us. ‘This rain is a great nuisance,’ said the Captain: ‘it is impossible to keep the ladies out in it; and it is equally impossible to part with them so soon.’—‘What is to be done?’ asked Lord Dunstable.—‘My private residence is close by,’ said the Captain; ‘and if the ladies would take shelter there, until the rain is over, they shall be treated with as much respect as if they were at home.’—‘Well, on that condition,’ exclaimed Miss Enfield, ‘we will assent.’—I was about to offer some remonstrance, when Lord Dunstable whispered a few tender words in my ear; and the objection died upon my lips.
“The Honourable Captain Cholmondeley’s private dwelling was in the immediate vicinity of Sloane Street; and thither we repaired. A servant in livery opened the door: we were conducted into an elegantly furnished dining-room, and a cold collation was speedily served up. Champagne was poured out; and, not aware of its strength, I drank two glasses without much hesitation. The Captain told the servant to leave the room: and I remember that we laughed, and chatted, and ate, and drank as happily as if Adeline and myself were in no way tied to time. But presently my senses became obscured; my head swam round; and I was ready to fall from my seat. I have a faint idea of beholding Adeline sitting on the Captain’s knee; and then I recollected no more, until I awoke in the morning!
“But, my God! to what did I awake? Oh! even now I shudder as I recall to mind my sentiments on that occasion! I was in bed—in a strange bed; and by my side was Lord Dunstable. Then I comprehended that my dishonour had been effected! I uttered a scream—a wild, terrific, appalling scream! Lord Dunstable caught me in his arms, and said all he could to soothe me. He pleaded the extent of his love, called heaven to witness that he looked upon me as his wife, and swore by all he held sacred to make me so in the eyes of the law as soon as he could complete certain arrangements necessary to such a change in his condition. He spoke with so much apparent sincerity, used so many arguments to convince me of his love, and expatiated so eloquently
upon the happiness which we should enjoy when united, that my grief was absorbed in a wild delirium of bliss!
“Then came the sudden thought, ‘What was to become of me in the meantime?’—‘You can return to Belvidere House,’ answered Lord Dunstable: ‘Miss Enfield will make it all right for you.’—‘Return to Belvidere House!’ I exclaimed: ‘impossible!’—‘Nay, it is very possible,’ rejoined my lover: ‘Adeline, who is an uncommonly sharp girl, arranged it all last evening before she left. She said that she should let herself into Belvidere House by the back way, and that she should proceed straight into the parlour, where she should assure Mrs. Lambkin that you, Lydia, had come home with such a dreadful headach, you were obliged to go straight up to bed.’—‘That excuse will do for last night,’ I said, wringing my hands in despair: ‘but this morning?’—‘All is arranged equally well,’ answered my noble lover. ‘It is only now six o’clock: you are to be in the neighbourhood of the school by half past seven; Adeline will steal out and join you: then you can both walk boldly up to the door, enter, and say that you have been out together for a little stroll, in accordance with a permission to that effect which Adeline declared she would obtain from Mrs. Lambkin last night, when that respectable lady was in her cups.’—These stratagems produced a great relief to my mind, because I saw that they were entirely practicable. But, even in that moment of my agitated soul, I could not help reflecting upon the deep artifice which lurked in the bosom of so young a creature as the Honourable Miss Enfield.
“I rose and hastily dressed myself. Then I took leave of Lord Dunstable. He renewed all his protestations of sincerity, unalterable love, and honourable intentions; and we arranged a plan of correspondence and future meetings. I stole from the house, unperceived by any of the inmates, and proceeded at a rapid pace towards the school. But how changed was my soul—how altered were all my thoughts! I fancied that every one whom I met read the history of my shame in my countenance! Then I consoled myself with Lord Dunstable’s assurance that I was his wife in the sight of heaven, and soon should receive that hallowed name in the eyes of man.
“At a short distance from the school, I met Miss Enfield. I cast down my eyes, and blushed deeply. She laughed merrily. ‘Oh! Adeline,’ I exclaimed, ‘to what has all this intriguing brought me?’—‘My dear Lydia, she returned, ‘our positions in that respect are equal; and, as our lovers will keep their words and marry us, where is the harm?’—I stared at the young lady with the most profound astonishment. How were our positions equal in reference to our lovers? She speedily cleared up my doubts. ‘If you continue to blush and turn pale alternately, twenty times in a minute, as you are now doing,’ she said, ‘we shall both be suspected. We must exercise the greatest caution; for if it were discovered that we surrendered ourselves to our lovers——.’—‘We!’ I repeated, contemplating her with increasing astonishment.—‘My dear Lydia,’ she continued, ‘do you suppose that I was more virtuous than you, or the captain less tender than the nobleman? I certainly would not have accepted the invitation to visit Cholmondeley’s private abode, if I had foreseen the consequences. But what is done cannot be undone; and we must make the best of it.’—I offered no reply: I saw that we were both completely at the mercy of those who had taken advantage of us,—that our positions were indeed equal in this one respect; and I fervently hoped that we might not live to rue the adventures of the last twelve hours!
“The Honourable Miss Enfield had so well arranged matters, that we entered the house without having excited the least suspicion of my absence throughout the night. And now commenced a new species of existence for me. My whole life suddenly appeared to be wrapped up in the promise which Lord Dunstable had given me to make me his wife. We corresponded often; and his letters to me invariably contained a note from the Honourable Captain Cholmondeley to Miss Enfield. A fortnight after the meeting which was so fatal to my honour, Adeline obtained permission for us to go out again; and we proceeded to Hyde Park, where our lovers joined us. An invitation to the Captain’s private residence was again given; the weather was, however, fine—we could walk in the Park—and I positively refused. But Adeline and Cholmondeley disappeared for more than an hour! Dunstable was as kind and tender to me as I could wish: still he did not volunteer a single observation concerning our marriage; and, when I gently alluded to it, he declared that he was hastening his arrangements. Then he changed the conversation. At length the Captain and Adeline returned; and we parted with our lovers, promising to meet them again in a fortnight.
“The two weeks passed away: we met again; and on this occasion the invitation to Cholmondeley’s house was renewed—insisted upon—and, alas! accepted. I will not dwell upon this portion of my narrative. Suffice it to say that Cholmondeley’s residence was converted into the scene of unlawful pleasure and voluptuousness,—that Adeline with her lover in one room, and myself with Dunstable in another, entered upon a career of wantonness which grew more insatiable as it progressed!
“Seven months had passed since the first meeting in Hyde Park; and Lord Dunstable never spoke of marriage—never started the subject of his own accord. I often questioned him on the point; and he invariably replied that his arrangements were not yet complete. At length the dream of hope and pleasure in which Adeline and myself had existed for half-a-year, was suddenly dissolved. Hastily-written letters were one morning received by us from our lovers, stating that they were about to proceed on a continental tour; that they had not leisure to meet us for the sake of taking leave; but that, on their return at the expiration of a few months, they should be delighted to renew the intimacy. Not a word of marriage in either letter!
“That night, at eleven o’clock, Adeline came to my garret. I was reduced to despair; and could offer her no consolation, although she needed it even more—oh! far more than I. The moment she found herself alone with me, she gave way to a paroxysm of grief—a convulsion of anguish, which alarmed me. I implored her to restrain her emotions, or we should be overheard. She sank upon my bed; and I soon perceived that she was enduring great bodily pain in addition to deep mental affliction. An idea of the terrible truth flashed through my brain: she was in the agony of premature labour!
“I had not even suspected her condition until that moment. I was bewildered—I knew not what to do. At length I thought it advisable, at all hazards, to alarm the house, and procure medical attendance. But as I was rushing towards the door for that purpose, Adeline caught me by the hand; and, turning towards me her countenance—her ghastly pale countenance, with an expression of indescribable anguish and alarm, she said, ‘For God’s sake, remain with me! If another be made acquainted with my shame, I will not survive this disgrace.’ I locked the door cautiously, and returned to the bed-side. And there—in a miserable garret, and in the depth of a cold winter’s night,—with a nipping frost upon the window, and the bright moon high in the heavens,—there, attended only by myself, did the delicately-nurtured Adeline Enfield give birth to a male child. But the little infant’s eyes never opened even for a moment upon this world: it was born dead!
“An hour afterwards Adeline dragged herself back to the room in which she slept. That was a fearful night for us both: it was for me—it must have been for her! I never closed my eyes: this terrible event weighed upon my soul like a crime. I felt as if I had been the accomplice in some awful deed of darkness. The cold and placid moon seemed to reproach me—as if its bright orb were heaven’s own all-seeing eye!
“I could not endure that calm—unvarying—steadfast light, which appeared to be a glance immoveably fixed upon me. It drove me mad—it pierced my brain. That cloudless moon seemed to shine on none of earth’s denizens, save myself. Methought that from its empyrean height it surveyed every nook, every crevice of my lonely garret; and at length so icy became its gaze, that I shuddered from head to foot—my teeth chattered—my limbs grew rigid. There was a deep conviction in my soul that the eye of God was upon me!
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nbsp; “I knelt down at last, and tried to pray. I called upon heaven—I called upon my father—I called upon my brother, to pardon me! Then once more I turned my eyes towards the moon; and its reproachful, chilling glance seemed to penetrate to the depths of my secret soul,—singling me, me out for its maddening scrutiny,—marking me, alone, of all the human race, for its calm, but bitter contemplation.
“At length the orb of night was no longer visible from my window, although its silver flood still inundated the dwellings and the country of which my garret commanded a view. Then I grew more tranquil:—but I could not sleep!
“Never was morning more welcome to the guilty imagination haunted by the fearful apparitions of the night, than it was to me. I composed myself as well as I could; but when I surveyed my countenance in the glass, I was dismayed by its awful pallor—its haggardness—its care-worn look. I did not dare plead illness, as an excuse for keeping my chamber; because I was too anxious to ascertain what course Miss Enfield would pursue to escape those inquiries that her appearance, I felt convinced, must elicit. Besides, there was something in my box which—but of that no matter at present.
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