LATE in the autumn, not many years since, a public meeting was held at the Mansion1 House, London, under the direction of the Lord Mayor.
The list of gentlemen invited to address the audience had been chosen with two objects in view. Speakers of celebrity2, who would rouse public enthusiasm, were supported by speakers connected with commerce, who would be practically useful in explaining the purpose for which the meeting was convened3. Money wisely spent in advertising4 had produced the customary result—every seat was occupied before the proceedings5 began.
Among the late arrivals, who had no choice but to stand or to leave the hall, were two ladies. One of them at once decided6 on leaving the hall. “I shall go back to the carriage,” she said, “and wait for you at the door.” Her friend answered, “I shan’t keep you long. He is advertised to support the second Resolution; I want to see him—and that is all.”
An elderly gentleman, seated at the end of a bench, rose and offered his place to the lady who remained. She hesitated to take advantage of his kindness, until he reminded her that he had heard what she said to her friend. Before the third Resolution was proposed, his seat would be at his own disposal again. She thanked him, and without further ceremony took his place He was provided with an opera-glass, which he more than once offered to her, when famous orators7 appeared on the platform; she made no use of it until a speaker—known in the City as a ship-owner—stepped forward to support the second Resolution.
His name (announced in the advertisements) was Ernest Lismore.
The moment he rose, the lady asked for the opera-glass. She kept it to her eyes for such a length of time, and with such evident interest in Mr. Lismore, that the curiosity of her neighbors was aroused. Had he anything to say in which a lady (evidently a stranger to him) was personally interested? There was nothing in the address that he delivered which appealed to the enthusiasm of women. He was undoubtedly8 a handsome man, whose appearance proclaimed him to be in the prime of life—midway perhaps between thirty and forty years of age. But why a lady should persist in keeping an opera-glass fixed9 on him all through his speech, was a question which found the general ingenuity10 at a loss for a reply.
Having returned the glass with an apology, the lady ventured on putting a question next. “Did it strike you, sir, that Mr. Lismore seemed to be out of spirits?” she asked.
“I can’t say it did, ma’am.”
“Perhaps you noticed that he left the platform the moment he had done?”
This betrayal of interest in the speaker did not escape the notice of a lady, seated on the bench in front. Before the old gentleman could answer, she volunteered an explanation.
“I am afraid Mr. Lismore is troubled by anxieties connected with his business,” she said. “My husband heard it reported in the City yesterday that he was seriously embarrassed by the failure—”
A loud burst of applause made the end of the sentence inaudible. A famous member of Parliament had risen to propose the third Resolution. The polite old man took his seat, and the lady left the hall to join her friend.
“Well, Mrs. Callender, has Mr. Lismore disappointed you?”
“Far from it! But I have heard a report about him which has alarmed me: he is said to be seriously troubled about money matters. How can I find out his address in the City?”
“We can stop at the first stationer’s shop we pass, and ask to look at the Directory. Are you going to pay Mr. Lismore a visit?”
“I am going to think about it.”
II.
THE next day a clerk entered Mr. Lismore’s private room at the office, and presented a visiting-card. Mrs. Callender had reflected, and had arrived at a decision. Underneath12 her name she had written these explanatory words: “On important business.”
“Does she look as if she wanted money?” Mr. Lismore inquired.
“Oh dear, no! She comes in her carriage.”
“Is she young or old?”
“Old, sir.”
To Mr. Lismore—conscious of the disastrous13 influence occasionally exercised over busy men by youth and beauty—this was a recommendation in itself. He said: “Show her in.”
Observing the lady, as she approached him, with the momentary14 curiosity of a stranger, he noticed that she still preserved the remains15 of beauty. She had also escaped the misfortune, common to persons at her time of life, of becoming too fat. Even to a man’s eye, her dressmaker appeared to have made the most of that favorable circumstance. Her figure had its defects concealed16, and its remaining merits set off to advantage. At the same time she evidently held herself above the common deceptions19 by which some women seek to conceal17 their age. She wore her own gray hair; and her complexion20 bore the test of daylight. On entering the room, she made her apologies with some embarrassment21. Being the embarrassment of a stranger (and not of a youthful stranger), it failed to impress Mr. Lismore favorably.
“I am afraid I have chosen an inconvenient22 time for my visit,” she began.
“I am at your service,” he answered a little stiffly; “especially if you will be so kind as to mention your business with me in few words.”
She was a woman of some spirit, and that reply roused her.
“I will mention it in one word,” she said smartly. “My business is—gratitude23.”
He was completely at a loss to understand what she meant, and he said so plainly. Instead of explaining herself, she put a question.
“Do you remember the night of the eleventh of March, between five and six years since?”
He considered for a moment.
“No,” he said, “I don’t remember it. Excuse me, Mrs. Callender, I have affairs of my own to attend to which cause me some anxiety—”
“Let me assist your memory, Mr. Lismore; and I will leave you to your affairs. On the date that I have referred to, you were on your way to the railway-station at Bexmore, to catch the night express from the North to London.”
As a hint that his time was valuable the ship-owner had hitherto remained standing24. He now took his customary seat, and began to listen with some interest. Mrs. Callender had produced her effect on him already.
“It was absolutely necessary,” she proceeded, “that you should be on board your ship in the London Docks at nine o’clock the next morning. If you had lost the express, the vessel25 would have sailed without you.”
The expression of his face began to change to surprise. “Who told you that?” he asked.
“You shall hear directly. On your way into the town, your carriage was stopped by an obstruction26 on the highroad. The people of Bexmore were looking at a house on fire.”
He started to his feet.
“Good heavens! are you the lady?”
She held up her hand in satirical protest.
“Gently, sir! You suspected me just now of wasting your valuable time. Don’t rashly conclude that I am the lady, until you find that I am acquainted with the circumstances.”
“Is there no excuse for my failing to recognize you?” Mr. Lismore asked. “We were on the dark side of the burning house; you were fainting, and I—”
“And you,” she interposed, “after saving me at the risk of your own life, turned a deaf ear to my poor husband’s entreaties28, when he asked you to wait till I had recovered my senses.”
“Your poor husband? Surely, Mrs. Callender, he received no serious injury from the fire?”
“The firemen rescued him under circumstances of peril,” she answered, “and at his great age he sank under the shock. I have lost the kindest and best of men. Do you remember how you parted from him—burned and bruised29 in saving me? He liked to talk of it in his last illness. ‘At least’ (he said to you), ‘tell me the name of the man who has preserved my wife from a dreadful death.’ You threw your card to him out of the carriage window, and away you went at a gallop30 to catch your train! In all the years that have passed I have kept that card, and have vainly inquired for my brave sea-captain. Yesterday I saw your name on the list of speakers at the Mansion House. Need I say that I attended the meeting? Need I tell you now why I come here and interrupt you in business hours?”
She held out her hand. Mr. Lismore took it in silence, and pressed it warmly.
“You have not done with me yet,” she resumed with a smile. “Do you remember what I said of my errand, when I first came in?”
“You said it was an errand of gratitude.”
“Something more than the gratitude which only says ‘Thank you,’” she added. “Before I explain myself, however, I want to know what you have been doing, and how it was that my inquiries31 failed to trace you after that terrible night.”
The appearance of depression which Mrs. Callender had noticed at the public meeting showed itself again in Mr. Lismore’s face. He sighed as he answered her.
“My story has one merit,” he said; “it is soon told. I cannot wonder that you failed to discover me. In the first place, I was not captain of my ship at that time; I was only mate. In the second place, I inherited some money, and ceased to lead a sailor’s life, in less than a year from the night of the fire. You will now understand what obstacles were in the way of your tracing me. With my little capital I started successfully in business as a ship-owner. At the time, I naturally congratulated myself on my own good fortune. We little know, Mrs. Callender, what the future has in store for us.”
He stopped. His handsome features hardened—as if he was suffering (and concealing) pain. Before it was possible to speak to him, there was a knock at the door. Another visitor, without an appointment, had called; the clerk appeared again, with a card and a message.
“The gentleman begs you will see him, sir. He has something to tell you which is too important to be delayed.”
Hearing the message, Mrs. Callender rose immediately.
“It is enough for to-day that we understand each other,” she said. “Have you any engagement to-morrow, after the hours of business?”
“None.”
She pointed11 to her card on the writing-table. “Will you come to me to-morrow evening at that address? I am like the gentleman who has just called; I, too, have my reason for wishing to see you.”
He gladly accepted the invitation. Mrs. Callender stopped him as he opened the door for her.
“Shall I offend you,” she said, “if I ask a strange question before I go? I have a better motive32, mind, than mere33 curiosity. Are you married?”
“No.”
“Forgive me again,” she resumed. “At my age, you cannot possibly misunderstand me; and yet—”
She hesitated. Mr. Lismore tried to give her confidence. “Pray don’t stand on ceremony, Mrs. Callender. Nothing that you can ask me need be prefaced by an apology.”
Thus encouraged, she ventured to proceed.
“You may be engaged to be married?” she suggested. “Or you may be in love?”
He found it impossible to conceal his surprise. But he answered without hesitation34.
“There is no such bright prospect35 in my life,” he said. “I am not even in love.”
She left him with a little sigh. It sounded like a sigh of relief.
Ernest Lismore was thoroughly36 puzzled. What could be the old lady’s object in ascertaining37 that he was still free from a matrimonial engagement? If the idea had occurred to him in time, he might have alluded38 to her domestic life, and might have asked if she had children? With a little tact39 he might have discovered more than this. She had described her feeling toward him as passing the ordinary limits of gratitude; and she was evidently rich enough to be above the imputation40 of a mercenary motive. Did she propose to brighten those dreary41 prospects42 to which he had alluded in speaking of his own life? When he presented himself at her house the next evening, would she introduce him to a charming daughter?
He smiled as the idea occurred to him. “An appropriate time to be thinking of my chances of marriage!” he said to himself. “In another month I may be a ruined man.”
III.
THE gentleman who had so urgently requested an interview was a devoted43 friend—who had obtained a means of helping44 Ernest at a serious crisis in his affairs.
It had been truly reported that he was in a position of pecuniary45 embarrassment, owing to the failure of a mercantile house with which he had been intimately connected. Whispers affecting his own solvency46 had followed on the bankruptcy47 of the firm. He had already endeavored to obtain advances of money on the usual conditions, and had been met by excuses for delay. His friend had now arrived with a letter of introduction to a capitalist, well known in commercial circles for his daring speculations48 and for his great wealth.
Looking at the letter, Ernest observed that the envelope was sealed. In spite of that ominous49 innovation on established usage, in cases of personal introduction, he presented the letter. On this occasion, he was not put off with excuses. The capitalist flatly declined to discount Mr. Lismore’s bills, unless they were backed by responsible names.
Ernest made a last effort.
He applied50 for help to two mercantile men whom he had assisted in their difficulties, and whose names would have satisfied the money-lender. They were most sincerely sorry—but they, too, refused.
The one security that he could offer was open, it must be owned, to serious objections on the score of risk. He wanted an advance of twenty thousand pounds, secured on a homeward-bound ship and cargo51. But the vessel was not insured; and, at that stormy season, she was already more than a month overdue52. Could grateful colleagues be blamed if they forgot their obligations when they were asked to offer pecuniary help to a merchant in this situation? Ernest returned to his office, without money and without credit.
A man threatened by ruin is in no state of mind to keep an engagement at a lady’s tea-table. Ernest sent a letter of apology to Mrs. Call ender, alleging53 extreme pressure of business as the excuse for breaking his engagement.
“Am I to wait for an answer, sir?” the messenger asked.
“No; you are merely to leave the letter.”
IV.
IN an hour’s time—to Ernest’s astonishment—the messenger returned with a reply.
“The lady was just going out, sir, when I rang at the door,” he explained, “and she took the letter from me herself. She didn’t appear to know your handwriting, and she asked me who I came from. When I mentioned your name, I was ordered to wait.”
Ernest opened the letter.
“DEAR MR. LISMORE—One of us must speak out, and your letter of apology forces me to be that one. If you are really so proud and so distrustfull as you seem to be, I shall offend you. If not, I shall prove myself to be your friend.
“Your excuse is ‘pressure of business.’ The truth (as I have good reason to believe) is ‘want of money.’ I heard a stranger, at that public meeting, say that you were seriously embarrassed by some failure in the City.
“Let me tell you what my own pecuniary position is in two words. I am the childless widow of a rich man—”
Ernest paused. His anticipated discovery of Mrs. Callender’s “charming daughter” was in his mind for the moment. “That little romance must return to the world of dreams,” he thought—and went on with the letter.
“After what I owe to you, I don’t regard it as repaying an obligation—I consider myself as merely performing a duty when I offer to assist you by a loan of money.
“Wait a little before you throw my letter into the wastepaper basket.
“Circumstances (which it is impossible for me to mention before we meet) put it out of my power to help you—unless I attach to my most sincere offer of service a very unusual and very embarrassing condition. If you are on the brink54 of ruin, that misfortune will plead my excuse—and your excuse, too, if you accept the loan on my terms. In any case, I rely on the sympathy and forbearance of the man to whom I owe my life.
“After what I have now written, there is only one thing to add. I beg to decline accepting your excuses; and I shall expect to see you tomorrow evening, as we arranged. I am an obstinate55 old woman—but I am also your faithful friend and servant,
“MARY CALLENDER.”
Ernest looked up from the letter. “What can this possibly mean?” he wondered.
But he was too sensible a man to be content with wondering—he decided on keeping his engagement.
V.
WHAT Doctor Johnson called “the insolence56 of wealth” appears far more frequently in the houses of the rich than in the manners of the rich. The reason is plain enough. Personal ostentation57 is, in the very nature of it, ridiculous. But the ostentation which exhibits magnificent pictures, priceless china, and splendid furniture, can purchase good taste to guide it, and can assert itself without affording the smallest opening for a word of depreciation58, or a look of contempt. If I am worth a million of money, and if I am dying to show it, I don’t ask you to look at me—I ask you to look at my house.
Keeping his engagement with Mrs. Callender, Ernest discovered that riches might be lavishly59 and yet modestly used.
In crossing the hall and ascending60 the stairs, look where he might, his notice was insensibly won by proofs of the taste which is not to be purchased, and the wealth which uses but never exhibits its purse. Conducted by a man-servant to the landing on the first floor, he found a maid at the door of the boudoir waiting to announce him. Mrs. Callender advanced to welcome her guest, in a simple evening dress perfectly61 suited to her age. All that had looked worn and faded in her fine face, by daylight, was now softly obscured by shaded lamps. Objects of beauty surrounded her, which glowed with subdued62 radiance from their background of sober color. The influence of appearances is the strongest of all outward influences, while it lasts. For the moment, the scene produced its impression on Ernest, in spite of the terrible anxieties which consumed him. Mrs. Callender, in his office, was a woman who had stepped out of her appropriate sphere. Mrs. Callender, in her own house, was a woman who had risen to a new place in his estimation.
“I am afraid you don’t thank me for forcing you to keep your engagement,” she said, with her friendly tones and her pleasant smile.
“Indeed I do thank you,” he replied. “Your beautiful house and your gracious welcome have persuaded me into forgetting my troubles—for a while.”
The smile passed away from her face. “Then it is true,” she said gravely.
“Only too true.”
She led him to a seat beside her, and waited to speak again until her maid had brought in the tea.
“Have you read my letter in the same friendly spirit in which I wrote it?” she asked, when they were alone again.
“I have read your letter gratefully, but—”
“But you don’t know yet what I have to say. Let us understand each other before we make any objections on either side. Will you tell me what your present position is—at its worst? I can and will speak plainly when my turn comes, if you will honor me with your confidence. Not if it distresses63 you,” she added, observing him attentively64.
He was ashamed of his hesitation—and he made amends65 for it.
“Do you thoroughly understand me?” he asked, when the whole truth had been laid before her without reserve.
She summed up the result in her own words.
“If your overdue ship returns safely, within a month from this time, you can borrow the money you want, without difficulty. If the ship is lost, you have no alternative (when the end of the month comes) but to accept a loan from me or to suspend payment. Is that the hard truth?”
“It is.”
“And the sum you require is—twenty thousand pounds?”
“Yes.”
“I have twenty times as much money as that, Mr. Lismore, at my sole disposal—on one condition.”
“The condition alluded to in your letter?”
“Yes.”
“Does the fulfillment of the condition depend in some way on any decision of mine?”
“It depends entirely67 on you.”
That answer closed his lips.
With a composed manner and a steady hand she poured herself out a cup of tea.
“I conceal it from you,” she said; “but I want confidence. Here” (she pointed to the cup) “is the friend of women, rich or poor, when they are in trouble. What I have now to say obliges me to speak in praise of myself. I don’t like it—let me get it over as soon as I can. My husband was very fond of me: he had the most absolute confidence in my discretion68, and in my sense of duty to him and to myself. His last words, before he died, were words that thanked me for making the happiness of his life. As soon as I had in some degree recovered, after the affliction that had fallen on me, his lawyer and executor produced a copy of his will, and said there were two clauses in it which my husband had expressed a wish that I should read. It is needless to say that I obeyed.”
She still controlled her agitation—but she was now unable to conceal it. Ernest made an attempt to spare her.
“Am I concerned in this?” he asked.
“Yes. Before I tell you why, I want to know what you would do—in a certain case which I am unwilling69 even to suppose. I have heard of men, unable to pay the demands made on them, who began business again, and succeeded, and in course of time paid their creditors70.”
“And you want to know if there is any likelihood of my following their example?” he said. “Have you also heard of men who have made that second effort—who have failed again—and who have doubled the debts they owed to their brethren in business who trusted them? I knew one of those men myself. He committed suicide.”
She laid her hand for a moment on his.
“I understand you,” she said. “If ruin comes—”
“If ruin comes,” he interposed, “a man without money and without credit can make but one last atonement. Don’t speak of it now.”
She looked at him with horror.
“I didn’t mean that!” she said.
“Shall we go back to what you read in the will?” he suggested.
“Yes—if you will give me a minute to compose myself.”
VI.
IN less than the minute she had asked for, Mrs. Callender was calm enough to go on.
“I now possess what is called a life-interest in my husband’s fortune,” she said. “The money is to be divided, at my death, among charitable institutions; excepting a certain event—”
“Which is provided for in the will?” Ernest added, helping her to go on.
“Yes. I am to be absolute mistress of the whole of the four hundred thousand pounds—” her voice dropped, and her eyes looked away from him as she spoke71 the next words—“on this one condition, that I marry again.”
He looked at her in amazement72.
“Surely I have mistaken you,” he said. “You mean on this one condition, that you do not marry again?”
“No, Mr. Lismore; I mean exactly what I have said. You now know that the recovery of your credit and your peace of mind rests entirely with yourself.”
After a moment of reflection he took her hand and raised it respectfully to his lips. “You are a noble woman!” he said.
She made no reply. With drooping73 head and downcast eyes she waited for his decision. He accepted his responsibility.
“I must not, and dare not, think of the hardship of my own position,” he said; “I owe it to you to speak without reference to the future that may be in store for me. No man can be worthy74 of the sacrifice which your generous forgetfulness of yourself is willing to make. I respect you; I admire you; I thank you with my whole heart. Leave me to my fate, Mrs. Callender—and let me go.”
He rose. She stopped him by a gesture.
“A young woman,” she answered, “would shrink from saying—what I, as an old woman, mean to say now. I refuse to leave you to your fate. I ask you to prove that you respect me, admire me, and thank me with your whole heart. Take one day to think—and let me hear the result. You promise me this?”
He promised. “Now go,” she said.
VII.
NEXT morning Ernest received a letter from Mrs. Callender. She wrote to him as follows:
“There are some considerations which I ought to have mentioned yesterday evening, before you left my house.
“I ought to have reminded you—if you consent to reconsider your decision—that the circumstances do not require you to pledge yourself to me absolutely.
“At my age, I can with perfect propriety75 assure you that I regard our marriage simply and solely76 as a formality which we must fulfill66, if I am to carry out my intention of standing between you and ruin.
“Therefore—if the missing ship appears in time, the only reason for the marriage is at an end. We shall be as good friends as ever; without the encumbrance77 of a formal tie to bind78 us.
“In the other event, I should ask you to submit to certain restrictions79 which, remembering my position, you will understand and excuse.
“We are to live together, it is unnecessary to say, as mother and son. The marriage ceremony is to be strictly80 private; and you are so to arrange your affairs that, immediately afterward81, we leave England for any foreign place which you prefer. Some of my friends, and (perhaps) some of your friends, will certainly misinterpret our motives—if we stay in our own country—in a manner which would be unendurable to a woman like me.
“As to our future lives, I have the most perfect confidence in you, and I should leave you in the same position of independence which you occupy now. When you wish for my company you will always be welcome. At other times, you are your own master. I live on my side of the house, and you live on yours—and I am to be allowed my hours of solitude82 every day, in the pursuit of musical occupations, which have been happily associated with all my past life and which I trust confidently to your indulgence.
“A last word, to remind you of what you may be too kind to think of yourself.
“At my age, you cannot, in the course of Nature, be troubled by the society of a grateful old woman for many years. You are young enough to look forward to another marriage, which shall be something more than a mere form. Even if you meet with the happy woman in my lifetime, honestly tell me of it—and I promise to tell her that she has only to wait.
“In the meantime, don’t think, because I write composedly, that I write heartlessly. You pleased and interested me, when I first saw you, at the public meeting. I don’t think I could have proposed, what you call this sacrifice of myself, to a man who had personally repelled83 me—though I might have felt my debt of gratitude as sincerely as ever. Whether your ship is saved, or whether your ship is lost, old Mary Callender likes you—and owns it without false shame.
“Let me have your answer this evening, either personally or by letter—whichever you like best.”
VIII.
MRS. CALLENDER received a written answer long before the evening. It said much in few words:
“A man impenetrable to kindness might be able to resist your letter. I am not that man. Your great heart has conquered me.”
The few formalities which precede marriage by special license84 were observed by Ernest. While the destiny of their future lives was still in suspense85, an unacknowledged feeling of embarrassment, on either side, kept Ernest and Mrs. Callender apart. Every day brought the lady her report of the state of affairs in the City, written always in the same words: “No news of the ship.”
IX.
ON the day before the ship-owner’s liabilities became due, the terms of the report from the City remained unchanged—and the special license was put to its contemplated86 use. Mrs. Callender’s lawyer and Mrs. Callender’s maid were the only persons trusted with the secret. Leaving the chief clerk in charge of the business, with every pecuniary demand on his employer satisfied in full, the strangely married pair quitted England.
They arranged to wait for a few days in Paris, to receive any letters of importance which might have been addressed to Ernest in the interval87. On the evening of their arrival, a telegram from London was waiting at their hotel. It announced that the missing ship had passed up Channel—undiscovered in a fog, until she reached the Downs—on the day before Ernest’s liabilities fell due.
“Do you regret it?” Mrs. Lismore said to her husband.
“Not for a moment!” he answered.
They decided on pursuing their journey as far as Munich.
Mrs. Lismore’s taste for music was matched by Ernest’s taste for painting. In his leisure hours he cultivated the art, and delighted in it. The picture-galleries of Munich were almost the only galleries in Europe which he had not seen. True to the engagements to which she had pledged herself, his wife was willing to go wherever it might please him to take her. The one suggestion she made was, that they should hire furnished apartments. If they lived at an hotel, friends of the husband or the wife (visitors like themselves to the famous city) might see their names in the book, or might meet them at the door.
They were soon established in a house large enough to provide them with every accommodation which they required.
Ernest’s days were passed in the galleries; Mrs. Lismore remaining at home, devoted to her music, until it was time to go out with her husband for a drive. Living together in perfect amity88 and concord89, they were nevertheless not living happily. Without any visible reason for the change, Mrs. Lismore’s spirits were depressed90. On the one occasion when Ernest noticed it she made an effort to be cheerful, which it distressed91 him to see. He allowed her to think that she had relieved him of any further anxiety. Whatever doubts he might feel were doubts delicately concealed from that time forth92.
But when two people are living together in a state of artificial tranquillity93, it seems to be a law of Nature that the element of disturbance94 gathers unseen, and that the outburst comes inevitably95 with the lapse96 of time.
In ten days from the date of their arrival at Munich, the crisis came. Ernest returned later than usual from the picture-gallery, and—for the first time in his wife’s experience—shut himself up in his own room.
He appeared at the dinner-hour with a futile97 excuse. Mrs. Lismore waited until the servant had withdrawn98. “Now, Ernest,” she said, “it’s time to tell me the truth.”
Her manner, when she said those few words, took him by surprise. She was unquestionably confused; and, instead of lookin g at him, she trifled with the fruit on her plate. Embarrassed on his side, he could only answer:
“I have nothing to tell.”
“Were there many visitors at the gallery?” she asked.
“About the same as usual.”
“Any that you particularly noticed?” she went on. “I mean, among the ladies.”
He laughed uneasily. “You forget how interested I am in the pictures,” he said.
There was a pause. She looked up at him—and suddenly looked away again. But he saw it plainly: there were tears in her eyes.
“Do you mind turning down the gas?” she said. “My eyes have been weak all day.”
He complied with her request—the more readily, having his own reasons for being glad to escape the glaring scrutiny99 of the light.
“I think I will rest a little on the sofa,” she resumed. In the position which he occupied, his back would have been now turned on her. She stopped him when he tried to move his chair. “I would rather not look at you, Ernest,” she said, “when you have lost confidence in me.”
Not the words, but the tone, touched all that was generous and noble in his nature. He left his place, and knelt beside her—and opened to her his whole heart.
“Am I not unworthy of you?” he asked, when it was over.
She pressed his hand in silence.
“I should be the most ungrateful wretch100 living,” he said, “if I did not think of you, and you only, now that my confession101 is made. We will leave Munich to-morrow—and, if resolution can help me, I will only remember the sweetest woman my eyes ever looked on as the creature of a dream.”
She hid her face on his breast, and reminded him of that letter of her writing, which had decided the course of their lives.
“When I thought you might meet the happy woman in my life-time, I said to you, ‘Tell me of it—and I promise to tell her that she has only to wait.’ Time must pass, Ernest, before it can be needful to perform my promise. But you might let me see her. If you find her in the gallery to-morrow, you might bring her here.”
Mrs. Lismore’s request met with no refusal. Ernest was only at a loss to know how to grant it.
“You tell me she is a copyist of pictures,” his wife reminded him. “She will be interested in hearing of the portfolio102 of drawings by the great French artists which I bought for you in Paris. Ask her to come and see them, and to tell you if she can make some copies. And say, if you like, that I shall be glad to become acquainted with her.”
He felt her breath beating fast on his bosom103. In the fear that she might lose all control over herself, he tried to relieve her by speaking lightly. “What an invention yours is!” he said. “If my wife ever tries to deceive me, I shall be a mere child in her hands.”
She rose abruptly104 from the sofa—kissed him on the forehead—and said wildly, “I shall be better in bed!” Before he could move or speak, she had left him.
X.
THE next morning he knocked at the door of his wife’s room and asked how she had passed the night.
“I have slept badly,” she answered, “and I must beg you to excuse my absence at breakfast-time.” She called him back as he was about to withdraw. “Remember,” she said, “when you return from the gallery to-day, I expect that you will not return alone.”
Three hours later he was at home again. The young lady’s services as a copyist were at his disposal; she had returned with him to look at the drawings.
The sitting-room105 was empty when they entered it. He rang for his wife’s maid—and was informed that Mrs. Lismore had gone out. Refusing to believe the woman, he went to his wife’s apartments. She was not to be found.
When he returned to the sitting-room, the young lady was not unnaturally106 offended. He could make allowances for her being a little out of temper at the slight that had been put on her; but he was inexpressibly disconcerted by the manner—almost the coarse manner—in which she expressed herself.
“I have been talking to your wife’s maid, while you have been away,” she said. “I find you have married an old lady for her money. She is jealous of me, of course?”
“Let me beg you to alter your opinion,” he answered. “You are wronging my wife; she is incapable107 of any such feeling as you attribute to her.”
The young lady laughed. “At any rate you are a good husband,” she said satirically. “Suppose you own the truth? Wouldn’t you like her better if she was young and pretty like me?”
He was not merely surprised—he was disgusted. Her beauty had so completely fascinated him, when he first saw her, that the idea of associating any want of refinement108 and good breeding with such a charming creature never entered his mind. The disenchantment to him was already so complete that he was even disagreeably affected109 by the tone of her voice: it was almost as repellent to him as the exhibition of unrestrained bad temper which she seemed perfectly careless to conceal.
“I confess you surprise me,” he said, coldly.
The reply produced no effect on her. On the contrary, she became more insolent110 than ever.
“I have a fertile fancy,” she went on, “and your absurd way of taking a joke only encourages me! Suppose you could transform this sour old wife of yours, who has insulted me, into the sweetest young creature that ever lived, by only holding up your finger—wouldn’t you do it?”
This passed the limits of his endurance. “I have no wish,” he said, “to forget the consideration which is due to a woman. You leave me but one alternative.” He rose to go out of the room.
She ran to the door as he spoke, and placed herself in the way of his going out.
He signed to her to let him pass.
She suddenly threw her arms round his neck, kissed him passionately111, and whispered, with her lips at his ear: “Oh, Ernest, forgive me! Could I have asked you to marry me for my money if I had not taken refuge in a disguise?”
XI.
WHEN he had sufficiently112 recovered to think, he put her back from him. “Is there an end of the deception18 now?” he asked, sternly. “Am I to trust you in your new character?”
“You are not to be harder on me than I deserve,” she answered, gently. “Did you ever hear of an actress named Miss Max?”
He began to understand her. “Forgive me if I spoke harshly,” he said. “You have put me to a severe trial.”
She burst into tears. “Love,” she murmured, “is my only excuse.”
From that moment she had won her pardon. He took her hand, and made her sit by him.
“Yes,” he said, “I have heard of Miss Max and of her wonderful powers of personation—and I have always regretted not having seen her while she was on the stage.”
“Did you hear anything more of her, Ernest?”
“Yes, I heard that she was a pattern of modesty113 and good conduct, and that she gave up her profession, at the height of her success, to marry an old man.”
“Will you come with me to my room?” she asked. “I have something there which I wish to show you.”
It was the copy of her husband’s will.
“Read the lines, Ernest, which begin at the top of the page. Let my dead husband speak for me.”
The lines ran thus:
“My motive in marrying Miss Max must be stated in this place, in justice to her—and, I will venture to add, in justice to myself. I felt the sincerest sympathy for her position. She was without father, mother, or friends; one of the poor forsaken114 children, whom the mercy of the Foundling Hospital provides with a home. Her after life on the stage was the life of a virtuous115 woman: persecuted116 by profligates; insulted by some of the baser creatures associated with her, to whom she was an object of envy. I offered her a home, and the protection of a father—on the only terms which the world would recognize as worthy of us. My experience of her since our marriage has been the experience of unvarying goodness, sweetness, and sound sense. She has behaved so nobly, in a trying position, that I wish her (even in this life) to have her reward. I entreat27 her to make a second choice in marriage, which shall not be a mere form. I firmly believe that she will choose well and wisely—that she will make the happiness of a man who is worthy of her—and that, as wife and mother, she will set an example of inestimable value in the social sphere that she occupies. In proof of the heartfelt sincerity117 with which I pay my tribute to her virtues118, I add to this my will the clause that follows.”
With the clause that followed, Ernest was already acquainted.
“Will you now believe that I never loved till I saw your face for the first time?” said his wife. “I had no experience to place me on my guard against the fascination—the madness some people might call it—which possesses a woman when all her heart is given to a man. Don’t despise me, my dear! Remember that I had to save you from disgrace and ruin. Besides, my old stage remembrances tempted119 me. I had acted in a play in which the heroine did—what I have done! It didn’t end with me, as it did with her in the story. She was represented as rejoicing in the success of her disguise. I have known some miserable120 hours of doubt and shame since our marriage. When I went to meet you in my own person at the picture-gallery—oh, what relief, what joy I felt, when I saw how you admired me—it was not because I could no longer carry on the disguise. I was able to get hours of rest from the effort; not only at night, but in the daytime, when I was shut up in my retirement121 in the music-room; and when my maid kept watch against discovery. No, my love! I hurried on the disclosure, because I could no longer endure the hateful triumph of my own deception. Ah, look at that witness against me! I can’t bear even to see it!”
She abruptly left him. The drawer that she had opened to take out the copy of the will also contained the false gray hair which she had discarded. It had only that moment attracted her notice. She snatched it up, and turned to the fireplace.
Ernest took it from her, before she could destroy it. “Give it to me,” he said.
“Why?”
He drew her gently to his bosom, and answered: “I must not forget my old wife.”
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bankruptcy
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