Collected Works of Frances Trollope

by Frances Milton Trollope

  “Oh yes,” said Helen, taking her by the hand; “I wish you would give us your advice, Williams: we are too young to decide for ourselves at such a dreadful moment as this.”

  “And for that very reason, my dear Miss Helen, I would have you wait a little before you decide at all. Master Charles, — I beg his pardon — Mr. Mowbray, — is altogether a different consideration; and if so be it is any way possible for him, I think he should leave, and wait for the end elsewhere: but for you and poor Miss Fanny, my dear young lady, I do think you must learn to bear and forbear till such time as you may leave your misguided mamma, and perhaps accept this noble young lady’s offer, and share her great fortune with her, — for a time I mean, Miss Helen, — for it can’t be but my mistress will come to her senses sooner or later, and then she will remember she is a mother; and she will remember too, take my word for it, the noble-hearted but too confiding gentleman, who was your father.”

  Tears flowed from every eye, for poor Mowbray was no exception, at this allusion to the beloved father, the gentle master, and the friendly guardian; but this did not prevent the good woman’s words from having their full weight, — it rather added to it, for it brought back the vivid remembrance of one in whose temper there was no gall.

  “It will be hard to bear, Williams,” replied Helen; “but I do indeed believe that you are right, and that, for a time at least, this cruelly changed house must be our home. But do you know that in the midst of all our misery, I have one comfort, — I think poor Fanny will be restored to us. Did you see the expression of her lovely face as she looked at us, Charles? Even you did not look more miserable.”

  “And if that be so, Miss Helen, it may atone for much; for it was a grievous sight to see the poor innocent child taking all Mr. Cartwright’s brass for gold. If she has got a peep at his cloven foot, I shall leave you almost with a light heart — for I have grieved over her.”

  “I will take all the comfort I can, Williams, from your words, and will follow your counsel too, upon one condition; and that is, nobody must prevent my setting off betimes to-morrow morning, as you and I did, Rosalind, once before, for Oakley. If my dear godmother advises me as you do, Williams, I will return and quietly put my neck into this hateful yoke, and so remain till Heaven shall see fit to release me.”

  “Heaven knows, I shall not oppose that plan,” said Rosalind eagerly; “for to my judgment, it is the very best you can pursue.”

  “Indeed I think so,” added Charles; “and, dark and dismal as the mornings are, I would advise you, Helen, to set out before the time arrives for either accepting or refusing the general summons to join the family breakfast-table.”

  “And may I go too?” said Rosalind with a glance half reproachful at Charles for the manner in which he seemed to avoid speaking to her.

  “May you, Rosalind?” cried Helen. “For pity’s sake, do not fancy it possible that I can do anything without you now: I should feel that you were forsaking me.”

  “I never forsake any one that I have ever loved,” said Rosalind with emotion, “whatever you or any one else may think to the contrary.”

  “Well, then, we will all three go together. But you little thought, Rosalind, when you first came here, that you would have to trudge through muddy lanes, and under wintry skies for want of a carriage: but on this occasion, at least, we will not ask Mr. Cartwright to permit us the use of one of his.”

  “Then go to bed, my dear young ladies,” said Mrs. Williams, “that you may be early up to-morrow: and let me hear from you, Miss Helen. I shall not go from Wrexhill, at least not till I know a little how you will settle every thing. I will take Mrs. Freeman’s pretty little rooms, that you always admire so much, Master Charles; and there I will stay for the present.”

  “Oh! that beautiful little cottage that they call the Mowbray Arms!” said Rosalind. “How we shall envy her, Helen!”

  The party then separated; for the good housekeeper most strenuously opposed Rosalind’s proposition of passing the night with her friend.

  “You would neither of you sleep a wink, ladies, if you bide together. And now, though there is more sorrow with you than such young hearts ought to have, yet you will sleep when you have nobody to talk to about it; for what makes old folks wake and watch, will often made young folks sleep.”

  And the good woman’s prediction proved true; though the sleep that followed the tremendous blow they had received was too feverish and full of dreams to make the waking feel like that delightful return to new life and new joy which the waking of the young should ever be.

  CHAPTER XV.

  WALK TO OAKLEY — DOMESTIC ARRANGEMENTS — THE VILLAGE INN.

  Fortunately for their proposed expedition, the morning broke more brightly than a December morning could reasonably be expected to do, and the trio set off on their walk to Oakley almost as soon as it was light. The expedition, notwithstanding the unhappy cause of it, would have been less silent and less sad, had not Charles thought Rosalind capricious and cruel, and had not Rosalind thought Charles unkind and cold.

  Nothing could appear more likely to perpetuate the unfortunate misunderstanding between them than the heavy misfortune that had fallen upon Mowbray. His total dependence, contrasted with Miss Torrington’s wealth, was perpetually recurring to him, producing a degree of restraint in his manner that cut Rosalind to the heart, and roused all her womanly pride to prevent the long-combated feeling of attachment to which his present sorrows gave tenfold strength from betraying itself.

  The tripping lightly through summer paths, and the picking one’s way through wintry lanes, are two very different operations; and notwithstanding their early rising, they found the baronet and his lady already at the breakfast-table.

  The astonishment occasioned by their appearance was great, but yet it was a joyous astonishment, and it was some time before Sir Gilbert’s noisy welcome subsided sufficiently for her ladyship’s more quiet and more anxious inquiries could be either answered or heard.

  At length there was something in the tone of Helen’s voice, the glance of Rosalind’s eye, and the silent pressure of Mowbray’s hand, which awakened his attention.

  “Why, you have walked over to see us, my dear girls, and it was behaving like a pair of little angels to do so; but you’re not one half as well pleased to see me as I am to see you. Come here, Helen; sit down in my own chair here, and get warm, and then the words will thaw and come forth like the notes from the horn of Munchausen’s postboy. And your black eyes, Miss Rose, don’t look half as saucy as they used do: and as for Charles, — What, on earth, is the matter with ye all?”

  Helen burst into tears and buried her face in Lady Harrington’s bosom.

  “Sir Gilbert,” said Mowbray, colouring to the temples, “my mother is married!”

  “The devil she is!” thundered the old man, clenching his fists. “Married, is she? — Jezebel! — May your poor father’s ghost haunt her to her dying hour! — Married! To that canting cur the Vicar of Wrexhill? Is it not so?”

  “Even so, Sir Gilbert.”

  “Heaven help you, my poor children!” said Lady Harrington in accents of the deepest sorrow; “this is a grief that it will indeed be hard to bear!”

  “And we come to you for counsel how to bear it, my dear lady,” said Mowbray, “though little choice is left us. Yet, Helen says, if you tell her that she must submit to call this man her father, it will be easier for her to do it.”

  “Bless her, darling child!” said the old lady, fondly caressing her; “how shall I ever find the heart to bid her do what it must break her heart to think of?”

  “Bid her call that rascal father?” cried Sir Gilbert. “My Lady Harrington must be strangely altered, Mowbray, before she will do that: she is a very rebellious old lady, and a most prodigious shrew; but you do her no justice, Charles, in believing she would utter such atrocious words.”

  “But what is to become of Helen, my dear Sir Gilbert, if she quarrel with this man?”

 
“Come to us, to be sure, — what’s the man to her? Has your precious mother made any settlement upon you all?”

  “I imagine not; indeed I may say that I am sure she has not.”

  “Am I a prophet, my lady? how did I tell you Mowbray’s sentimental will would answer? And has this meek and gentle lady proved herself deserving of all the pretty things I said of her?”

  “There is but small comfort in remembering how truly, how very truly, your predictions foretold what has happened, Sir Gilbert: and he has predicted that you must come here, my sweet Helen; let this come true likewise.”

  “I cannot leave poor Fanny, Lady Harrington,” replied Helen; “I cannot leave my dear and generous friend Rosalind: and yet your offered kindness cheers my heart, and I shall think of it with pleasure and gratitude as long as I live.”

  “But I thought Fanny was a disciple of this Calvinistic gentleman’s? If so, it were better she remained with him till she has learned to distinguish hypocrisy from virtue, and cant from true religion. And for Miss Torrington, I shall rejoice to have her for my guest for as long a time as she can find our old-fashioned mansion agreeable to her.”

  “You are very, very kind!” replied the two friends in the same breath.

  “Then so let it be. Charles, these good girls will stay here for the present; so let us eat our breakfast. Let me save them from the odious spectacle of the Vicar of Wrexhill establishing himself at Mowbray Park, and the future must take care of itself.”

  “But, Fanny,” said Helen doubtingly, “she looked so unhappy as she followed my mother in last night, that I feel almost certain her fit of enthusiasm is already over.”

  “So much the better, my dear,” said Sir Gilbert; “but it will do her a vast deal of good to watch the reverend gentleman’s proceedings in his new character. That scratch upon her intellect must be cauterized before I shall believe it cured; and when the operation is complete, she may join the party here. As for you, my dear boy, when your breakfast is finished I have something for your ear in private.”

  This something was the proposal of a loan sufficient for the purchase of the commission, and for the supply of the expenses consequent upon joining his corps. But this Mowbray could not be prevailed upon to accept; and his reasons for refusing it were such, that when he could prevail on the friendly old gentleman to listen to him, he could not deny that there was much weight in them.

  “If I withdraw myself altogether from my mother at this moment,” said Charles, “I shall give her husband an excellent and very plausible excuse for persuading her to banish me from her house and her heart for ever. Whereas if I remain near her, it can hardly, I think, be doubted that some reaction will take place in her feelings, and that she will at last be induced to treat me as a son. At any rate, Sir Gilbert, not even your generous kindness shall induce me to abandon this hope till I feel persuaded that it is a vain one. In my opinion, my duty and my interest equally dictate this line of conduct; and if so, you are the last man in the world to dissuade me from pursuing it.”

  Whether there were too much of firm decision in Mowbray’s manner to leave any hope of overcoming it, or that Sir Gilbert was really convinced by his arguments, was difficult to decide; but he yielded the point, on condition that the two girls should be left at Oakley, at least for the present, and be regulated as to their future conduct by the manner in which affairs went on at the Park.

  This being settled much to the satisfaction of all parties, Lady Harrington made Miss Torrington describe the entrée of this most undesired interloper; a task which the fair Rosalind performed with great spirit, though she confessed that the impatient feeling to which she yielded in leaving the room was now a cause of regret, as she had lost thereby some notable traits in the history of that eventful hour.

  Lady Harrington was greatly delighted at the conduct of Mrs. Williams; and when Charles left them to inform Mrs. Cartwright that her daughter and her ward had accepted an invitation to remain at Oakley for a few days, she proposed that they should pay her a visit at the Mowbray Arms, both to give her the satisfaction of knowing that her conduct was approved, and likewise to give her the comfort of knowing that Helen and Miss Torrington were for the present removed from such scenes as they had witnessed the night before.

  It was about two o’clock in the afternoon when Lady Harrington’s carriage drove across the common to the little public-house already described as the Mowbray Arms. As they approached, they perceived several persons who appeared to be occupied in very eager and deep discussion before the door.

  “What are they doing there?” said Lady Harrington.

  Rosalind put forward her head to ascertain this, but in an instant drew it back again, exclaiming, “Mr. Cartwright is there!”

  “Mr. Cartwright!” exclaimed Helen, turning very pale. “Oh, Lady Harrington, do not let me see him!”

  Lady Harrington let down the glass behind the coachman, and said aloud, “Turn round instantly, and drive home.”

  This order being immediately obeyed, the party escaped the sight of the vicar; but in gaining this advantage they lost that of beholding a scene which must have drawn forth a smile, even from Helen herself.

  The parties engaged in it were Mrs. Freeman, her daughter Sally, Jem the horse-boy, an elderly traveller called forth by the clamour from the warm comforts of Mrs. Freeman’s fireside, and Mr. Cartwright himself. A short retrospect will be necessary to explain his business there.

  As soon as the prayer of that morning had reached its final Amen — for as the subject-matter of it consisted chiefly in vehement implorings of the divine favour on such of his new family and household as should show unto him the most perfect submission and obedience, the Amen, to make assurance doubly sure, was three several times repeated; — as soon, however, as it was finally pronounced, the vicar, his lady, and the pale Fanny, sat down to breakfast. It would be tedious to tell how many glances of furtive but deep-felt delight the newly-made master of the house cast on each and every of the minute, yet not unimportant, differences between this breakfast-table and any others at which he had occupied a place of equal authority: suffice it to say, that there were many. The meal, indeed, altogether lasted much longer than usual; but as soon as it was ended, and that Mr. Cartwright had watched with feelings of great complacency the exit of its component parts by the hands of two footmen and a butler, he told his wife that he should be obliged, though most unwillingly, to leave her for some hours, as there were many things to which his personal attention was required.

  “Will the rooms be ready to-day for Jacob and Henrietta, my love?”

  “They are quite ready now, my dear Mr. Cartwright. When may we hope to see them?”

  “To call and give them their orders about coming here is one part of the business that takes me from you, my sweet Clara. There are some small bills in the village, too, with which your happy husband must not be dunned, sweet love. What ready-money have you, dearest, in the house?”

  “Of money I have very little indeed,” said Mrs. Cartwright, unlocking her desk, and drawing thence a purse with ten or twelve sovereigns in it. “I pay every thing by drafts.”

  “By far the best way, my love. But your drafts, dear, are no longer worth any thing; and I must therefore see Corbold, to give orders that every thing is put right about that at the banker’s, and so forth: and this must really be done without delay.”

  “Certainly it must,” said the lady. “Shall I ... I mean, will you send one of the men to Wrexhill to bring him here?”

  Mr. Cartwright laid his hand on the bell, but, ere he pulled it, checked his hand, and said, “No! I must walk to the village, and therefore I will call on him myself.”

  “Shall you prefer walking, my dear Mr. Cartwright?”

  “Why no: I had forgot: perhaps it would be as well to take the carriage.”

  “Oh, certainly! And you can bring Henrietta back with you.”

  “True, dear, — she will certainly want the carriage: I will go, and send
her and her bandboxes back in it — and then, perhaps, drive myself back in the cab. It is at the Vicarage, you know.”

  “Is it? I did not remember that. Then how are they gone this morning? — those undutiful children, I mean, who have chosen to set off this morning without even leaving a message for us. I imagined that Charles had packed them both into the cab, as he has often done his sisters.”

  “Do not waste a thought on them, my beloved Clara! It is evident that they have neither of them ever felt the slightest affection for you; and would it not be worse than folly for you, beloved and adored as you are, to let any thought of them come to blight our happiness?”

  After this and many more tender and affectionate passages had passed between them, Mr. Cartwright set off for the Vicarage in his own coach, as he told himself more than once as he drove along; and having informed his son and daughter, not greatly to the surprise of either, that Mowbray Park was to be their future home, he left them to prepare for their removal, telling Henrietta that he would send his carriage back from Mr. Corbold’s, where it should set him down, and that she might fill it, if she chose, with her own luggage, as he should drive Jacob home in his cab.

  At Mr. Corbold’s the conversation was rather religious, and moreover extremely satisfactory to both parties. One or two of his most prayerful parishioners among the tradespeople were next called upon, and permitted to offer their congratulations and thanksgivings, and then told to send their bills to the Park. After this, the reverend bridegroom walked down the village street to the common, returning the humble bowings and curtsyings that crossed his path with a benignant sweetness of countenance that spoke much of the placid contentment that dwelt within.

  It was not, however, solely to enjoy this pleasing interchange of heavenly-minded civility that he directed his steps along this well-frequented path — though that was something, — but for the purpose also of transacting a little business with Freeman, the prosperous landlord of the Mowbray Arms.