The young lord slept one night at Ennis, and on the third morning after his departure from Scroope, started in his gig for Liscannor and the cliffs of Moher. He took a servant with him and a change of clothes. And as he went his heart was very heavy. He could not live a coward in his own esteem1. Were it not so how willingly would he have saved himself from the misery2 of this journey, and have sent to his Kate to bid her come to him in England! He feared the priest, and he feared his Kate’s mother;—not her dagger3, but her eyes and scorching4 words. He altogether doubted his own powers to perform satisfactorily the task before him. He knew men who could do it. His brother Jack5 would do it, were it possible that his brother Jack should be in such a position. But for himself, he was conscious of a softness of heart, a feminine tenderness, which,—to do him justice,—he did not mistake for sincerity6, that rendered him unfit for the task before him. The farther he journeyed from Scroope and the nearer that he found himself to the cliffs the stronger did the feeling grow within him, till it had become almost tragical7 in its dominion8 over him. But still he went on. It was incumbent9 on him to pay one more visit to the cliffs and he journeyed on.
At Limerick he did not even visit the barracks to see his late companions of the regiment10. At Ennis he slept in his old room, and of course the two officers who were quartered there came to him. But they both declared when they left him that the Earl of Scroope and Fred Neville were very different persons, attributing the difference solely11 to the rank and wealth of the new peer. Poor Simpkinson had expected long whispered confidential12 conversations respecting the ladies of Ardkill; but the Earl had barely thanked him for his journey; and the whispered confidence, which would have been so delightful13, was at once impossible. “By Heaven, there’s nothing like rank to spoil a fellow. He was a good fellow once.” So spoke14 Captain Johnstone, as the two officers retreated together from the Earl’s room.
And the Earl also saw Mr. Crowe the attorney. Mr. Crowe recognized at its full weight the importance of a man whom he might now call “My Lord” as often as he pleased, and as to whose pecuniary15 position he had made some gratifying inquiries16. A very few words sufficed. Captain O’Hara had taken his departure, and the money would be paid regularly. Mr. Crowe also noticed the stern silence of the man, but thought that it was becoming in an Earl with so truly noble a property. Of the Castle Quin people who could hardly do more than pay their way like country gentlefolk, and who were mere17 Irish, Mr. Crowe did not think much.
Every hour that brought the lord nearer to Liscannor added a weight to his bosom18. As he drove his gig along the bleak19 road to Ennistimon his heart was very heavy indeed. At Maurice’s mills, the only resting-place on the road, it had been his custom to give his horse a mouthful of water; but he would not do so now though the poor beast would fain have stopped there. He drove the animal on ruthlessly, himself driven by a feeling of unrest which would not allow him to pause. He hated the country now, and almost told himself that he hated all whom it contained. How miserable20 was his lot, that he should have bound himself in the opening of his splendour, in the first days of a career that might have been so splendid, to misfortune that was squalid and mean as this. To him, to one placed by circumstances as he was placed, it was squalid and mean. By a few soft words spoken to a poor girl whom he had chanced to find among the rocks he had so bound himself with vile21 manacles, had so crippled, hampered22 and fettered23 himself, that he was forced to renounce24 all the glories of his station. Wealth almost unlimited25 was at his command,—and rank, and youth, and such personal gifts of appearance and disposition26 as best serve to win general love. He had talked to his brother of his unfitness for his earldom; but he could have blazoned27 it forth28 at Scroope and up in London, with the best of young lords, and have loved well to do so. But this adventure, as he had been wont29 to call it, had fallen upon him, and had broken him as it were in pieces. Thousands a year he would have paid to be rid of his adventure; but thousands a year, he knew well, were of no avail. He might have sent over some English Mr. Crowe with offers almost royal; but he had been able so to discern the persons concerned as to know that royal offers, of which the royalty30 would be simply money royalty, could be of no avail. How would that woman have looked at any messenger who had come to her with offers of money,—and proposed to take her child into some luxurious31 but disgraceful seclusion32? And in what language would Father Marty have expressed himself on such a proposed arrangement? And so the Earl of Scroope drove on with his heart falling ever lower and lower within his bosom.
It had of course been necessary that he should form some plan. He proposed to get rooms for one night at the little inn at Ennistimon, to leave his gig there, and then to take one of the country cars on to Liscannor. It would, he thought, be best to see the priest first. Let him look at his task which way he would, he found that every part of it was bad. An interview with Father Marty would be very bad, for he must declare his intentions in such a way that no doubt respecting them must be left on the priest’s mind. He would speak only to three persons;—but to all those three he must now tell the certain truth. There were causes at work which made it impossible that Kate O’Hara should become Countess of Scroope. They might tear him to pieces, but from that decision he would not budge33. Subject to that decision they might do with him and with all that belonged to him almost as they pleased. He would explain this first to the priest if it should chance that he found the priest at home.
He left his gig and servant at Ennistimon and proceeded as he had intended along the road to Liscannor on an outside car. In the mid-distance about two miles out of the town he met Father Marty riding on the road. He had almost hoped,—nay, he had hoped,—that the priest might not be at home. But here was the lion in his path. “Ah, my Lord,” said the priest in his sweetest tone of good humour,—and his tones when he was so disposed were very sweet,—“Ah, my Lord, this is a sight good for sore eyes. They tould me you were to be here today or tomorrow, and I took it for granted therefore it ‘d be the day afther. But you’re as good as the best of your word.” The Earl of Scroope got off the car, and holding the priest’s hand, answered the kindly34 salutation. But he did so with a constrained35 air and with a solemnity which the priest also attributed to his newly-begotten rank. Fred Neville,—as he had been a week or two since,—was almost grovelling36 in the dust before the priest’s eyes; but the priest for the moment thought that he was wrapping himself up in the sables37 and ermine of his nobility. However, he had come back,—which was more perhaps than Father Marty had expected,—and the best must be made of him with reference to poor Kate’s future happiness. “You’re going on to Ardkill, I suppose, my Lord,” he said.
“Yes;—certainly; but I intended to take the Liscannor road on purpose to see you. I shall leave the car at Liscannor and walk up. You could not return, I suppose?”
“Well,—yes,—I might.”
“If you could, Father Marty—”
“Oh, certainly.” The priest now saw that there was something more in the man’s manner than lordly pride. As the Earl got again up on his car, the priest turned his horse, and the two travelled back through the village without further conversation. The priest’s horse was given up to the boy in the yard, and he then led the way into the house. “We are not much altered in our ways, are we, my Lord?” he said as he moved a bottle of whiskey that stood on the sideboard. “Shall I offer you lunch?”
“No, thank you, Father Marty;—nothing, thank you.” Then he made a gasp38 and began. The bad hour had arrived, and it must be endured. “I have come back, as you see, Father Marty. That was a matter of course.”
“Well, yes, my Lord. As things have gone it was a matter of course.”
“I am here. I came as soon as it was possible that I should come. Of course it was necessary that I should remain at home for some days after what has occurred at Scroope.”
“No doubt;—no doubt. But you will not be angry with me for saying that after what has occurred here, your presence has been most anxiously expected. However here you are, and all may yet be well. As God’s minister I ought perhaps to upbraid39. But I am not given to much upbraiding40, and I love that dear and innocent young face too well to desire anything now but that the owner of it should receive at your hands that which is due to her before God and man.”
He perceived that the priest knew it all. But how could he wonder at this when that which ought to have been her secret and his had become known even to Lady Mary Quin? And he understood well what the priest meant when he spoke of that which was due to Kate O’Hara before God and man; and he could perceive, or thought that he perceived, that the priest did not doubt of the coming marriage, now that he, the victim, was again back in the west of Ireland. And was he not the victim of a scheme? Had he not been allured41 on to make promises to the girl which he would not have made had the truth been told him as to her father? He would not even in his thoughts accuse Kate,—his Kate,—of being a participator in these schemes. But Mrs. O’Hara and the priest had certainly intrigued42 against him. He must remember that. In the terrible task which he was now compelled to begin he must build his defence chiefly upon that. Yes; he must begin his work, now, upon the instant. With all his golden prospects,—with all his golden honours already in his possession,—he could wish himself dead rather than begin it. But he could not die and have done it. “Father. Marty,” he said, “I cannot make Miss O’Hara Countess of Scroope.”
“Not make her Countess of Scroope! What will you make her then?”
“As to that, I am here to discuss it with you.”
“What is it you main, sir? Afther you have had your will of her, and polluted her sweet innocence43, you will not make her your wife! You cannot look me in the face, Mr. Neville, and tell me that.”
There the priest was right. The young Earl could not look him in the face as he stammered44 out his explanation and proposal. The burly, strong old man stood perfectly45 still and silent as he, with hesitating and ill-arranged words, tried to gloze over and make endurable his past conduct and intentions as to the future. He still held some confused idea as to a form of marriage which should for all his life bind46 him to the woman, but which should give her no claim to the title, and her child no claim either to the title or the property. “You should have told me of this Captain O’Hara,” he said, as with many half-formed sentences he completed his suggestions.
“And it’s on me you are throwing the blame?”
“You should have told me, Father Marty.”
“By the great God above me, I did not believe that a man could be such a villain47! As I look for glory I did not think it possible! I should have tould you! Neither did I nor did Mistress O’Hara know or believe that the man was alive. And what has the man to do with it? Is she vile because he has been guilty? Is she other than you knew her to be when you first took her to your bosom, because of his sin?”
“It does make a difference, Mr. Marty.”
“Afther what you have done it can make no difference. When you swore to her that she should be your wife, and conquered her by so swearing, was there any clause in your contract that you were not to be bound if you found aught displaising to you in her parentage?”
“I ought to have known it all.”
“You knew all that she knew;—all that I knew. You knew all that her mother knew. No, Lord Scroope. It cannot be that you should be so unutterably a villain. You are your own masther. Unsay what you have said to me, and her ears shall never be wounded or her heart broken by a hint of it.”
“I cannot make her Countess of Scroope. You are a priest, and can use what words you please to me;—but I cannot make her Countess of Scroope.”
“Faith,—and there will be more than words used, my young lord. As to your plot of a counterfeit48 marriage,—”
“I said nothing of a counterfeit marriage.”
“What was it you said, then? I say you did. You proposed to me,—to me a priest of God’s altar,—a false counterfeit marriage, so that those two poor women, who you are afraid to face, might be cajoled and chaited and ruined.”
“I am going to face them instantly.”
“Then must your heart be made of very stone. Shall I tell you the consequences?” Then the priest paused awhile, and the young man, bursting into tears, hid his face against the wall. “I will tell you the consequences, Lord Scroope. They will die. The shame and sorrow which you have brought on them, will bring them to their graves,—and so there will be an end of their throubles upon earth. But while I live there shall be no rest for the sole of your foot. I am ould, and may soon be below the sod, but I will lave it as a legacy49 behind me that your iniquity50 shall be proclaimed and made known in high places. While I live I will follow you, and when I am gone there shall be another to take the work. My curse shall rest on you,—the curse of a man of God, and you shall be accursed. Now, if it suits you, you can go up to them at Ardkill and tell them your story. She is waiting to receive her lover. You can go to her, and stab her to the heart at once. Go, sir! Unless you can change all this and alter your heart even as you hear my words, you are unfit to find shelter beneath my roof.”
Having so spoken, waiting to see the effect of his indignation, the priest went out, and got upon his horse, and went away upon his journey. The young lord knew that he had been insulted, was aware that words had been said to him so severe that one man, in his rank of life, rarely utters them to another; and he had stood the while with his face turned to the wall speechless and sobbing51! The priest had gone, telling him to leave the house because his presence disgraced it; and he had made no answer. Yet he was the Earl of Scroope,—the thirteenth Earl of Scroope,—a man in his own country full of honours. Why had he come there to be called a villain? And why was the world so hard upon him that on hearing himself so called he could only weep like a girl? Had he done worse than other men? Was he not willing to make any retribution for his fault,—except by doing that which he had been taught to think would be a greater fault? As he left the house he tried to harden his heart against Kate O’Hara. The priest had lied to him about her father. They must have known that the man was alive. They had caught him among them, and the priest’s anger was a part of the net with which they had intended to surround him. The stake for which they had played had been very great. To be Countess of Scroope was indeed a chance worth some risk. Then, as he breasted the hill up towards the burial ground, he tried to strengthen his courage by realizing the magnitude of his own position. He bade himself remember that he was among people who were his inferiors in rank, education, wealth, manners, religion and nationality. He had committed an error. Of course he had been in fault. Did he wish to escape the consequences of his own misdoing? Was not his presence there so soon after the assumption of his family honours sufficient evidence of his generous admission of the claims to which he was subject? Had he not offered to sacrifice himself as no other man would have done? But they were still playing for the high stakes. They were determined52 that the girl should be Countess of Scroope. He was determined that she should not be Countess of Scroope. He was still willing to sacrifice himself, but his family honours he would not pollute.
And then as he made his way past the burial ground and on towards the cliff there crept over him a feeling as to the girl very different from that reverential love which he had bestowed53 upon her when she was still pure. He remembered the poorness of her raiment, the meekness54 of her language, the small range of her ideas. The sweet soft coaxing55 loving smile, which had once been so dear to him, was infantine and ignoble56. She was a plaything for an idle hour, not a woman to be taken out into the world with the high name of Countess of Scroope.
All this was the antagonism57 in his own heart against the indignant words which the priest had spoken to him. For a moment he was so overcome that he had burst into tears. But not on that account would he be beaten away from his decision. The priest had called him a villain and had threatened and cursed him! As to the villainy he had already made up his mind which way his duty lay. For the threats it did not become him to count them as anything. The curses were the result of the man’s barbarous religion. He remembered that he was the Earl of Scroope, and so remembering summoned up his courage as he walked on to the cottage.
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