It was the only cloud on Ethel's happiness. If her mother were dead, why had she not been frankly4 told that such was the case? If she were still alive, could it be that all mention of her name had been purposely omitted because she had been guilty of something which must keep her and her daughter for ever apart? But when Ethel asked herself this question, which she did more than once, her thoughts at once reverted5 to that unknown Mrs. Clare about whom she had heard so much, while staying at the Shrublands, who was said to be the daughter-in-law of Sir Gilbert Clare, and to be an Italian by birth, who had lived for a short time at Maylings, but who seemed to have suddenly left the neighbourhood, for what reason Ethel had never been told, only a few days prior to the arrival of Lady Pell and herself at Withington Chase.
Then came another inevitable6 question. "Was Mrs. Clare of Maylings my mother?"
She had gathered from various remarks which Lady Pell had let drop from time to time, that Sir Gilbert had had four sons in all, but that only the eldest7 had lived to arrive at man's estate. If such were the case, and if the late tenant8 of Maylings were really Sir Gilbert's daughter-in-law, then it seemed to follow as a certainty that she could be the wife of none other than John Alexander Clare--of the man whom she, Ethel, now knew to be her father!
It was a startling conclusion to come to, but, under the circumstances, none other seemed possible.
In accordance with the promise he had made Giovanna, and after consultation9 with his father, John Clare wrote to a London solicitor10 empowering him to wait upon Mrs. Clare and propose certain pecuniary11 arrangements for her acceptance. Return of post brought a reply to the effect that on inquiry12 at Mrs. Clare's lodgings13 it had been found that she was temporarily out of town and that the date of her return was uncertain. Evidently till she should have returned nothing further could be done in the matter.
But at this time John Clare's wife was much nearer him that he was aware of. The sudden appearance before her of the husband whom she had long believed to be dead, and the astounding14 news of which he was the bearer, had combined to produce in Giovanna's mind a feeling of bitter remorse15, as regarded certain episodes of the past, to which she had heretofore been a stranger. To know that, as a consequence of her misdeeds, she had forfeited16 all a mother's rights and privileges, that her daughter would be taught to think of her either as of one dead, or, if as still living, as of one the mere17 mention of whose name was enough to bring the blush of shame to her cheek, was to drink deeply of the waters of Marah.
Her thoughts did not dwell much upon her husband; she had never greatly cared for him, and she experienced no particular wish, even had such a thing been possible, to be reconciled to him now. It was on the image of her unknown daughter--of her little brown-eyed Netta, stolen from her so long ago and now grown to woman's estate, that her mind perpetually dwelt. Her husband had not deigned18 to tell her what strange chance had brought him and their daughter together again, no more than he had condescended19 to enlighten her about the facts of his own history from the time of her desertion of him; but all that mattered nothing. The one fact that her daughter was alive, and, so to speak, within reach of her hand, was all that concerned her. And yet in this world they must never meet!
Yes, an hour's railway journey would have brought them together, and yet were they as widely severed20 as if a thousand leagues of ocean rolled between them. There was madness in the thought. Day and night it wrought21 in her brain. She could neither eat nor sleep except by fits and starts at wide-apart intervals22. In a week's time she seemed to have aged23 half-a-dozen years. Her only visitor was Luigi Rispani Sometimes she welcomed his coming and was grateful for his company; at others she wished him away that she might have more leisure to indulge in the long fits of silent brooding to which she was yielding up herself more day by day.
"Luigi mio," she said to him one day, "I want you to go down to Mapleford and make certain inquiries24 for me."
"Yes, aunt, with pleasure. What is it you wish me to ascertain25?"
"I want you to pick up all the information you can about my daughter--where and how my husband found her, with whom she has been living all these years, and the name she has been passing under, together with any other particulars it may be possible to ascertain. If you can, I should like you to see her, so that you may be able to describe her to me. I would give fifty sovereigns this moment for a photograph of her. You have a number of acquaintances in Mapleford, and you ought to be able to bring quite a heap of information back with you. Here are a couple of pounds for your expenses."
Luigi pocketed the money with alacrity26 and departed. He turned over several plans in his mind for obtaining the information wanted by his aunt, and at length he decided27 that he would go down by an evening train on the morrow, alight at Westwood, the station this side of Mapleford, where there would be little risk of his being recognised, walk from there to Elm Lodge28 and seek an interview with Everard Lisle. The latter had already proved, in a way not one man out of a thousand would have done, how well disposed he was towards him, and surely he would scarcely refuse to furnish him with the required information. In any case, although the task was one he by no means relished29, he would go to Lisle first of all, and get from him all that he was disposed to give.
But, by a curious chance, the need to do so was spared him. 697 The following afternoon as he was turning out of Tottenham-court Road into Oxford30 Street, whom should he run against but Miss Jennings, the pretty barmaid, the drinking of whose health on her birthday, not wisely but too often, had been the proximate cause of Luigi's getting into such disgrace with Sir Gilbert, since which occasion neither of them had seen anything of each other. Miss J., who was nothing if not self-possessed, at once stopped, smiled, and held out her hand.
"Why, Mr. Clare, of all people in the world, who would have thought of meeting you?" said the girl.
Luigi noticed with a flutter of gratification that she still addressed him as "Mr. Clare," but the fact was that she did not know him by any other name.
"You see, London is such a little village," he smilingly replied, "that we can't very well help coming across everybody in it that we know. But what brings you, Miss J., so far away from the snuggery of the King's Head?"
Then it came out that the girl was about to be married, and had come to spend a short time with some relatives in London prior to that important event.
"Many things have happened down Mapleford way, Mr. Clare," she continued volubly; "more especially at the Chase--even in the little time since you gave us the go-by without saying a word to anybody."
"And what has happened at the Chase?" queried31 Luigi, with a studied air of indifference32.
"Law! haven't you heard? It's in everybody's mouth, how Sir Gilbert's son that was believed to have been killed years ago has come back home from foreign parts, and how since then the old gentleman has discovered his long-lost granddaughter. The young lady had been staying at the Chase for some time before Sir Gilbert discovered that she was his granddaughter. But most likely you know her, for she was there part of the time you were. The name she went by was Miss Ethel Thursby, and---- But I see that you know her," for Luigi had given a violent start.
"Ethel Thursby Sir Gilbert's granddaughter!" he exclaimed. "Are you sure of this, Miss J.?"
"Quite sure. As I said before, everybody is talking of it, but as to how it all came about nobody seems to rightly know. Down at Mapleford you'll hear half-a-dozen versions of the affair in as many hours, but in my opinion they are one and all no better than guess-work, and so long as the few people who know the truth choose to keep their mouths shut, which so far they seem to have done, guess-work they are likely to remain."
It was not till the afternoon of the following day that aunt and nephew met. Giovanna was intensely interested in all that Luigi had to tell her. She made him describe to her minutely what Ethel was like, and when she found that for a short time they had sojourned together under the same roof, she questioned him again and again about all the details relative to her with which his memory was stored.
Then there came over her an irresistible33 longing34 to see her daughter--just for once; just for once to gaze into her eyes, and, if it were possible, to hear her speak. After that, she felt as if she should not greatly care what became of her. She had settled on no plan for the future. Whether she should remain, a lost unit, in the huge wilderness35 of London, or whether she should go back to Catanzaro, where there still lived some who were related to her, was just now a matter of no moment. She was consumed with a great thirst, and till that should be slaked36 nothing else mattered.
On the opposite side of the park of Withington Chase to that on which Mapleford is situated37, in a pleasantly wooded hollow, nestles the obscure hamlet of Chadswell. Here in an old farmhouse38 a lady who gave the name of Mrs. Lucas and her nephew engaged apartments. It was an unusual time of year for anyone to seek country lodgings, seeing that November was now well advanced, but that was a matter for those who took the lodgings, and not for those who let them. The hamlet lies about half-a-mile beyond the precincts of the Chase, and such of its inhabitants as are desirous of going to and fro between it and Mapleford on foot are in the habit of utilising a certain ancient right of way across the lower end of the park, which effects a considerable saving of distance, as compared with the high road, between the two places.
Aunt and nephew were of course none other than Giovanna and Luigi. The former had been brought to Chadswell by an inordinate39 longing to set eyes on her daughter (she could not have taken lodgings in Mapleford or its neighbourhood without running the risk of recognition, which, above all things, she was desirous of avoiding), and the latter had accompanied her at her special request. To Luigi the whole business was insufferably dull and wearisome.
Not till the short November days were closing in did Giovanna set foot outside her lodgings. Then, robed in black and thickly veiled, she made her way to the park, entering it by the stile made use of by the villagers; but instead of keeping to the public footpath40, she turned sharply to the left in a straight line for the Hall. At such a season and such an hour there was no one to note her movements, and not till she reached the belt of shrubbery, intersected by numerous walks, which sheltered the house on two of its sides, did she deem it needful to exercise a little more circumspection41. Luigi had given her to understand that Ethel was addicted42 to rambling43 about the grounds alone (in reality, he had known her too short a time to justify44 him in making any such statement), and her hope was that she might chance to encounter her while thus engaged.
And encounter her Giovanna did one dusky afternoon after she had been haunting the precincts of the Chase for more than a week. It was not in what was termed the shrubbery, but in the spinney that they met. News had been brought to the Hall that Dulcie Rigg was lying ill at the Tower, and after luncheon45 Ethel had walked across to inquire after the sick woman and make sure that she had all she needed. It was while on her way back that she came face to face with her mother.
Ethel could not help feeling somewhat startled when thus suddenly confronted by the figure of a tall stranger clothed from head to foot in funereal46 black. The stranger came to a halt full in front of her, and the path being of the narrowest Ethel could not but do the same. It seemed to her that through the interstices of the veil two eyes of a strangely penetrative quality were eagerly scanning every feature of her face.
"If I mistake not, you are Miss Ethel Clare, till lately known as Miss Ethel Thursby," said the veiled woman in a low rich voice, which yet had in it a tone that thrilled the girl, she knew not why.
"That is my name," replied Ethel with questioning eyes.
"I have come far to see you and speak with you," went on the other. "Not that I wish to detain you more than a very few minutes," she hastened to add. Then she paused, as hesitating what to say next. "My excuse for seeking you out and accosting47 you," she presently resumed, "must be that many, very many years ago I knew your mother."
"Oh!" came in a low startled cry from Ethel's lips.
"You do not remember your mother?" said the stranger interrogatively.
Ethel shook her head sadly, while tears gathered in her eyes.
"I have heard something of your strange story, of how you and your father have been brought together again after having been separated for so long a time. But tell me this; does your father ever speak to you about your mother? nay48, has he ever so much as mentioned her name in your presence?"
Ethel hesitated a moment, then she said proudly, "I am at a loss to know why you, a stranger, should put such questions to me."
The stranger sighed; to the girl it sounded like the sigh of an overwrought heart.
"I do not ask them as one having a right to do so, but simply because I knew and loved your mother when she and I were young together, and because I remember you, an infant, lying in her arms."
"If my father does not speak ta me of her," said Ethel softly, "it is probably because she is dead." Then with a little catch of her breath, she added, "But you, who were her friend, doubtless know far more about her than I can tell you; indeed, I can tell you nothing."
The stranger's bosom49 was rising and falling as if with some hardly suppressed emotion.
"Yes," she presently said, "I think my friend of long ago must be dead; not that I speak as one who knows; and it must be to spare your feelings that your father never mentions her name. But you will sometimes think of her with kindly50 affection, will you not?"
"Yes--yes--that I will not fail to do," said Ethel in a voice which was hardly more than a whisper.
"It is all you can do. And now I will detain you no longer. Let me kiss you once; don't refuse me that, and then I will go!
As she spoke51 she lifted her veil, revealing to Ethel a countenance52 of noble proportions, but worn and white as that of one newly-risen from a bed of sickness, illumined by two eyes of midnight blackness, out of which there looked at her a soul so anguished53 and fraught54 with a sort of dumb despair, that the girl involuntarily recoiled55 a step. But only for an instant; the next both her hands went out to those of the other and she felt herself drawn56 forward, close--so close that she could feel the other's heart-beats against her bosom. Then the beautiful pallid57 face was bent58 to hers, and soft kisses, a dozen or more, such as those a mother bestows59 on her sleeping infant, were showered on the lips, the eyes and the brow of the astonished girl, interspersed60 with half-whispered exclamations61 in a language strange to Ethel, but which sounded far more soft and musical than her own.
Then suddenly she felt herself released--it was all over in a minute at the most--except that her hands were still imprisoned62. For a space of some half-dozen seconds the stranger's eyes seemed to be drinking in her every lineament, as though she would fain fix them for ever in her memory. Then she suddenly lifted the girl's hands to her lips, imprinted63 on them two passionate64 kisses and dropped them abruptly65.
"Farewell for ever," she said. "Remember me in your prayers."
As the last word left her lips, the veil fell like a shroud66 over the ivory-white face and anguished eyes, and almost before Ethel realised it she was alone.
It was late when Giovanna got back to her lodgings--so late that Luigi was becoming seriously uneasy about her. It had been raining heavily since seven o'clock, and when she did arrive her garments were saturated67. She vouchsafed68 no explanation, and Luigi knew better than to ask her for any. But he could not help looking at her, for two large hectic69 spots burnt in her cheeks, and her eyes shone with a strange feverish70 light in which there was yet a far-away look as though her mind were otherwhere, and she was only half-conscious of the hour and her surroundings.
"Good gracious, aunt, you are wet through!" exclaimed Luigi after watching her for a few moments. "You will catch your death of cold."
She came to herself, as it were, with a start.
"It is nothing, I never take cold," she said. "All the same, I feel rather tired and will say goodnight at once, if you don't mind. I am sorry if I have kept you up." Then laying a hand affectionately on his shoulder, she added: "I have seen her, Luigi mio, I have talked with her, my arms have held her, my lips have touched hers! I am very, very happy."
Next mornings when she failed to come down at her usual hour, Luigi sent the girl of the house to call her; but she was beyond the reach of any earthly voice. She had died in her sleep peacefully and without a sound.
"Disease of the heart of long standing71, accelerated by cerebral72 excitement," was the verdict of Dr. Mallory.
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