But all women are not born self-denying. When they are young, the blood runs as warmly in their veins8 as in that of men; they too want life, movement, sunshine and happiness. The mere9 daylight, the air, a new frock, however hardly obtained, a dance, a little admiration10, suffice for them when they are very young; but when the next chapter comes, and the girl learns to calculate that, saving some great matrimonial chance, there is no prospect11 for her but the narrowest and most meagre and monotonous12 existence under heaven, the life of a poor, very poor single woman who cannot dig and to beg is ashamed—is it to be wondered at if she makes a desperate struggle anyhow (and alas13! there is but one how) to escape. Perhaps she likes too, poor creature, the little excitement of flirtation14, the only thing which replaces to her the manifold excitement which men of her kind indulge in—the tumultuous joys of the turf, the charms of play, the delights of the club, the moors16, and sport in general, not to speak of all those developments of pleasure, so-called, which are impossible to a woman. She cannot dabble17 a little in vice18 as a man can do, and yet return again, and be no worse thought of than before. Both for amusement and profit she has this one way, which, to be sure, answers the purpose of all the others in being destructive of the best part in her, spoiling her character, and injuring her reputation—but for how much less a cause, and with how little recompense in the way of enjoyment19! The husband-hunting girl is fair game to whosoever has a stone to throw, and very few are so charitable as to say, Poor soul! Julia Herbert had been as bright a creature at eighteen as one could wish to see. At twenty-four she was bright still, full of animation20, full of good humour, clever in her way, very pretty, high-spirited, amusing—and still so young! But how profoundly had it been impressed upon her that she must not lose her time! and how well she knew all the opprobrious21 epithets22 that are directed against a young woman as she draws towards thirty—the very flower and prime of her life. Was she to blame if she was influenced by all that was said to this effect, and determined23 to fight with a sort of mad persistence24, for the hope which seemed so well within her reach? Were she but once established as Lady Erradeen, there was not one of her youthful sins that would be remembered against her. A veil of light would fall over her and all her peccadilloes25 as soon as she had put on her bridal veil. Her friends, instead of feeling her a burden and perplexity, would be proud of Julia; they would put forth26 their cousinhood eagerly, and claim her—even those who were most anxious now to demonstrate the extreme distance of the connection—as near and dear. And she liked Walter, and thought she would have no difficulty in loving him, had she ever a right to do so. He was not too good for her; she would have something to forgive in him, if he too in her might have something to forgive. She would make him a good wife, a wife of whom he should have no occasion to be ashamed. All these considerations made it excusable—more than excusable, almost laudable—to strain a point for so great an end.
And in her cousin’s wife she had, so far as this went, a real friend. Lady Herbert not only felt that to get Julia settled was most desirable, and that, as Lady Erradeen, she would become a most creditable cousin, and one who might return the favours showed to her, but also, which is less general, felt within herself a strong inclination27 to help and further Julia’s object. She thought favourably28 of Lord Erradeen. She thought he would not be difficult to manage (which was a mistake as the reader knows). She thought he was not so strong as Julia, but once fully29 within the power of her fascinations30, would fall an easy prey31. She did not think less of him for running away. It was a sign of weakness, if also of wisdom; and if he could be met in a place from which he could not run away, it seemed to her that the victory would be easy. And Sir Thomas must have a moor15 somewhere to refresh him after the vast labours of a session in which he had recorded so many silent votes. By dint32 of having followed him to many a moor, Lady Herbert had a tolerable geographical33 knowledge of the Highlands, and it was not very difficult for her to find out that Mr. Campbell of Ellermore, with his large family, would be obliged this year to let his shootings. Every thing was settled and prepared accordingly to further Julia’s views, without any warning on the point having reached Walter. She had arrived indeed at the Lodge35, which was some miles down the loch, beyond Birkenbraes, a few days after Walter’s arrival, and thus once more, though he was so far from thinking of it, his old sins, or rather his old follies36, were about to find him out.
Lady Herbert had already become known to various people on the loch-side. She had been at the Lodge since early in September, and had been called upon by friendly folk on all sides. There had been a thousand chances that Walter might have found her at luncheon37 with all the others on his first appearance at Birkenbraes, and Julia had already been introduced to that hospitable38 house. Katie did not recognise Lady Herbert either by name or countenance39. But she recognised Julia as soon as she saw her.
“I think you know Lord Erradeen?” was almost her first greeting, for Katie was a young person of very straight-forward methods.
“Oh yes,” Julia had answered with animation, “I have known him all my life.”
“I suppose you know that he lives here?”
Upon this Julia turned to her chaperon, her relation in whose hands all these external questions were.
“Did you know, dear Lady Herbert, that Lord Erradeen lived here?”
“Oh yes, he has a place close by. Didn’t I tell you? A pretty house, with that old castle near it, which I pointed40 out to you on the lock,” Lady Herbert said.
“How small the world is!” cried Julia; “wherever you go you are always knocking up against somebody. Fancy Walter Methven living here!”
Katie was not taken in by this little play. She was not even irritated as she had been at Burlington House. If it might so happen that some youthful bond existed between Lord Erradeen and this girl, Katie was not the woman to use any unfair means against it.
“You will be sure to meet him,” she said calmly. “We hope he is not going to shut himself up as he did last year.”
“Oh tell me!” Julia cried, with overflowing41 interest, “is there not some wonderful ghost story? something about his house being haunted; and he has to go and present himself and have an interview with the ghost? Captain Underwood, I remember, told us——”
“Did you know Captain Underwood?” said Katie, in that tone which says so much.
And then she turned to her other guests: for naturally the house was full of people, and as was habitual42 in Birkenbraes a large party from outside had come to lunch. The Williamsons were discussed with much freedom among the visitors from the Lodge when they went away. Sir Thomas declared that the old man was a monstrous43 fine old fellow, and his claret worth coming from Devonshire to drink.
“No expense spared in that establishment,” he cried; “and there’s a little girl, I should say, that would be worth a young fellow’s while.”
He despised Julia to the bottom of his heart, but he thought of his young friends on the other side without any such elevated sentiment, and decided44 it might not be a bad thing to have Algy Newton down, to whom it was indispensable that he should marry money. Sir Thomas, however, had not the energy to carry his intention out.
Next day it so happened that Lady Herbert had to return the visit of Mrs. Forrester, who—though she always explained her regret at not being able to entertain her friends—was punctilious45 in making the proper calls. The English ladies were “charmed” with the isle46. They said there had never been anything so original, so delightful47, so unconventional; ignoring altogether, with a politeness which Mrs. Forrester thought was “pretty,” any idea that necessity might be the motive48 of the mother and daughter in settling there.
“I am sure it is very kind of you to say so; but it is not just a matter of choice, you know. It is just an old house that came to me from the Macnabs—my mother’s side. And it proved very convenient when all the boys were away and nothing left but Oona and me. Women want but little in comparison with gentlemen; and though it is a little out of the way and inconvenient49 in the winter season, it is wonderful how few days there are that we can’t get out. I am very well content with the Walk when there is a glint of sunshine; but Oona, she just never minds the weather. Oh, you will not be going just yet! Tell Mysie, Oona, to bring ben the tea. If it is a little early what matter? It always helps to keep you warm on the loch, and my old cook is rather noted50 for her scones51. She just begins as soon as she hears there’s a boat, and she will be much disappointed if ye don’t taste them. Our friends are all very kind; we have somebody or other every day.”
“It is you who are kind, I think,” Lady Herbert said.
“No, no; two ladies—it is nothing we have it in our power to do: but a cup of tea, it is just a charity to accept it; and as you go down to your boat I will let you see the view.”
Julia, for her part, felt, or professed52, a great interest in the girl living the life of a recluse53 on this little island.
“It must be delightful,” she said with enthusiasm; “but don’t you sometimes feel a little dull? It is the sweetest place I ever saw. But shouldn’t you like to walk on to the land without always requiring a boat?”
“I don’t think I have considered the subject,” Oona said; “it is our home, and we do not think whether or not we should like it to be different.”
“Oh what a delightful state of mind! I don’t think I could be so contented54 anywhere—so happy in myself. I think,” said Julia with an ingratiating look, “that you must be very happy in yourself.”
Oona laughed. “As much and as little as other people,” she said.
“Oh not as little! I should picture to myself a hundred things I wanted as soon as I found myself shut up here. I should want to be in town. I should want to go shopping. I should wish for—everything I had not got. Don’t you immediately think of dozens of things you want as soon as you know you can’t get them? But you are so good?”
“If that is being good! No, I think I rather refrain from wishing for what I should like when I see I am not likely to get it.”
“I call that goodness itself—but perhaps it is Scotch55. I have the greatest respect for the Scotch,” said Julia. “They are so sensible.” Then she laughed, as at some private joke of her own, and said under her breath, “Not all, however,” and looked towards Kinloch Houran.
They were seated on the bench, upon the little platform, at the top of the ascent56 which looked down upon the castle. The sound of Mrs. Forrester’s voice was quite audible behind in the house, pouring forth a gentle stream. The sun was setting in a sky full of gorgeous purple and golden clouds; the keen air of the hills blowing about them. But Julia was warmly dressed, and only shivered a little out of a sense of what was becoming: and Oona was wrapped in the famous fur cloak.
“It is so strange to come upon a place one has heard so much of,” Julia resumed. “No doubt you know Lord Erradeen?”
The name startled Oona in spite of herself. She was not prepared for any allusion57 to him. She coloured involuntarily, and gave her companion a look of surprise.
“Do you know him?” she asked.
“Oh, so well! I have known him almost all my life. People said indeed——” said Julia, breaking off suddenly with a laugh. “But that was nonsense. You know how people talk. Oh, yes, we have been like brother and sister—or if not quite that—at least—Oh yes, I know Walter, and his mother, and everything about him. He has been a little strange since he came here; though indeed I have no reason to say so, for he is always very nice to me. When he came home last year I saw a great deal of him; but I don’t think he was very communicative about—what do you call it?—Kinloch——”
“He was not here long,” Oona said.
“No? He did not give himself time to find out how many nice people there are. He did not seem very happy about it when he came back. You see all his habits were formed—it was something so new for him. And though the people are extremely nice, and so hospitable and kind, they were different—from those he had been used to.”
Oona smiled a little. She did not see her new acquaintance from the best side, and there came into her mind a slightly bitter and astonished reflection that Walter, perhaps, preferred people like this to other—people. It was an altogether incoherent thought.
“Does he know that you are here?” she said.
“Oh, I don’t think he does—but he will soon find me out,” said Julia, with an answering smile. “He always tells me everything. We are such old friends, and perhaps something—more. To be sure that is not a thing to talk of; but there is something in your face which is so sweet, which invites confidence. With a little encouragement I believe I should tell you everything I ever did.”
She leant over Oona as if she would have kissed her: but compliments so broad and easy disconcerted the Highland34 girl. She withdrew a little from this close contact.
“The wind is getting cold,” she said. “Perhaps we ought to go in. My mother always blames me for keeping strangers, who are not used to it, in this chilly58 air.”
“Ah, you do not encourage me,” Julia said. And then after a pause added, with the look of one preoccupied59 by her subject—“Is he there now?”
“I think Lord Erradeen is still at Kinloch Houran, if that is what you mean. That is another house of his among the trees.”
“How curious! two houses so close together. If you see him,” said Julia, rising to join her cousin who had come out to the door of the cottage with Mrs. Forrester, “if you see him, don’t, please don’t, tell him you have met me. I prefer that he should find it out. He is quite sure, oh, sooner than I want him, to find me out.”
And then the ladies were attended to the boat in the usual hospitable way.
“You will get back before it is dark,” said Mrs. Forrester. “I am always glad of that, for the wind is cold from the hills, especially to strangers that are not used to our Highland climate. I take your visit very kind, Lady Herbert. In these days I can do so little for my friends: unless Sir Thomas would take his lunch with me some day—and that is no compliment to a gentleman that is out on the hills all his time—I have just no opportunity of showing attention. But if you are going further north, my son, the present Mr. Forrester of Eaglescairn, would be delighted to be of any service. He knows how little his mother can do for her friends, perched up here in the middle of the water and without a gentleman in the house. Hamish, have ye got the cushions in, and are ye all ready? You’ll be sure to take her ladyship to where the carriage is waiting, and see that she has not a long way to walk.”
Thus talking, the kind lady saw her visitors off, and stood on the beach waving her hand to them. The fur cloak had been transferred to her shoulders. It was the one wrap in which everybody believed. Oona, who moved so much more quickly, and had no need to pause to take breath, did not now require such careful wrapping. She too stood and waved her hand as the boat turned the corner of the isle. But her farewells were not so cordial as her mother’s. Julia’s talk had been very strange to Oona; it filled her with a vague fear. Something very different from the sensation with which she had heard Katie’s confessions60 on the subject of Lord Erradeen moved her now. An impression of unworthiness had stolen into her mind, she could not tell how. It was the first time she had been sensible of any thought of the kind. Walter had not been revealed to her in any of the circumstances of his past life. She had known him only during his visit at Kinloch Houran, and when he was in profound difficulty and agitation61, in which her presence and succour had helped him she could not tell how, and when his appeal to her, his dependence62 on her, had seized hold of her mind and imagination with a force which it had taken her all this time to throw off, and which, alas! his first appearance and renewed appeal to her to stand by him had brought back again in spite of her resistance and against her will. She had been angry with herself and indignant at this involuntary subjugation—which he had not desired so far as she knew, nor she dreamt of, until she had fallen under it—and had recognised, with a sort of despair and angry sense of impotence, the renewal63 of the influence, which she seemed incapable64 of resisting.
But Julia’s words roused in her a different sentiment. Julia’s laugh, the light insinuations of her tone, her claim of intimacy65 and previous knowledge, brought a revulsion of feeling so strong and powerful that she felt for the moment as if she had been delivered from her bonds. Delivered—but not with any pleasure in being free: for the deliverance meant the lowering of the image of him in whom she had suddenly found that union of something above her with something below, which is the man’s chief charm to the woman, as probably it is the woman’s chief charm to the man. He had been below her, he had needed her help, she had brought to him some principle of completeness, some moral support which was indispensable, without which he could not have stood fast. But now another kind of inferiority was suggested to her, which was not that in which a visionary and absolute youthful mind could find any charm, which it was difficult even to tolerate, which was an offence to her and to the pure and overmastering sentiment which had drawn66 her to him. If he was so near to Miss Herbert, so entirely on her level, making her his confidant, he could be nothing to Oona. She seemed to herself to burst her bonds and stand free—but not happily. Her heart was not the lighter67 for it. She would have liked to escape, yet to be able to bear him the same stainless68 regard, the same sympathy as ever; to help him still, to honour him in his resistance to all that was evil.
All this happened on the afternoon of the day which Walter had begun with a despairing conviction that Oona’s help must fail him when she knew. She had begun to know without any agency of his: and if it moved her so to become aware of a frivolous69 and foolish connection in which there was levity70 and vanity, and a fictitious71 counterfeit72 of higher sentiments but no harm, what would her feelings be when all the truth was unfolded to her? But neither did she know of the darker depths that lay below, nor was he aware of the revelation which had begun. Oona returned to the house with her mother’s soft-voiced monologue73 in her ears, hearing vaguely74 a great many particulars of Lady Herbert’s family and connections and of her being “really an acquisition, and Sir Thomas just an honest English sort of man, and Miss Herbert very pretty, and a nice companion for you, Oona,” without reply, or with much consciousness of what it was. “It is time you were indoors, mamma, for the wind is very cold,” she said.
“Oh yes, Oona, it is very well for you to speak about me: but you must take your own advice and come in too. For you have nothing about your shoulders, and I have got the fur cloak.”
“I am coming, mother,” Oona said, and with these words turned from the door and going to the rocky parapet that bordered the little platform, cast an indignant glance towards the ruined walls so far beneath her on the water’s edge, dark and cold, out of the reach of all those autumn glories that were fading in the sky. There was no light or sign of life about Kinloch Houran. She had looked out angrily, as one defrauded75 of much honest feeling had, she felt, a right to do; but something softened76 her as she looked and gazed—the darkness of it, the pathos77 of the ruin, the incompleteness, and voiceless yet appealing need. Was it possible that there was no need at all or vacancy78 there but what Miss Herbert, with her smiles and dimples, her laughing insinuations, her claim upon him from the past, and the first preference of youth, could supply? Oona felt a great sadness take the place of her indignation as she turned away. If that was so, how poor and small it all was—how different from what she had thought!
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