"You are the young lady I am to accompany to Sevenoaks?"
The uttermost power of her will could not prevent her voice from trembling.
The Duchess glanced at the speaker, but her agitation2 prevented her from closely observing Mrs. Lenoir. She saw, however, that Mrs. Lenoir's dress and manner were those of a lady.
"Mr. Temple told me I should meet a lady here," said the Duchess.
"I saw him to-day," returned Mrs. Lenoir, "and it was arranged that I should come to you."
The gentle voice acted soothingly3 upon the Duchess.
"I have the tickets; the train starts at a quarter to seven. What a dreadful night it is! We must be quick, or we shall miss the train."
"We have ample time," said Mrs. Lenoir, looking at the clock; "it is not half-past six. You look faint and weary, my dear; have you had tea?"
"No."
"Come into the refreshment-room, and, drink a cup. It will do you good."
Every nerve in Mrs. Lenoir's body quivered as the girl placed her hand in hers; they went together to the refreshment-room, where they drank their tea, and then, hurrying to the train, they entered a first-class carriage. The journey was made in silence; the carriage was full, and such converse4 as they could hold could not take place in the presence of strangers. The Duchess leant back upon the soft cushions and closed her eyes, and Mrs. Lenoir watched her with silent love. She saw in the Duchess's face so startling a likeness5 to her own when she herself was a girl, that words were scarcely needed to prove to her that her child was sitting by her side. But that she knew that all her physical and mental strength was required to compass the end she had in view, she could not have restrained her feelings.
In due time they arrived at Sevenoaks, and Mrs. Lenoir inquired whether they were to wait at the station.
"Oh, no," said the Duchess, handing a paper to Mrs. Lenoir. "Mr. Temple has written what we are to do."
Mrs. Lenoir read the instructions, to the effect that when they reached Sevenoaks they were to take a fly and drive to an hotel, the "Empire," where, in accordance with a telegram he had sent to the proprietor6, they would find rooms prepared for them.
"Stay here a moment, my dear," said Mrs. Lenoir.
She went to a porter, and asked him whether the "Empire" was a respectable hotel.
"It's one of the best in Sevenoaks," was the reply. "Shall I get you a fly?"
"If you please."
She quickly decided7 that the best course to pursue was to go at once to the hotel, where she could unravel8 the plot to the Duchess; events would determine what was to follow. Before she rejoined the Duchess she walked to a young man and woman, who were standing9 on the platform a little apart from the throng10, and spoke11 to them. This couple had travelled third-class from London by the same train; Mrs. Lenoir had seen them at Ludgate Hill Station, but it had been understood between them that they should not appear to know each other.
"You have proved yourselves good friends to me," she said to them hurriedly; "we are going to an hotel called the 'Empire.' Follow us at once, and be ready to come to me if I want you there."
They signified by a gesture that they understood and would obey her, and then Mrs. Lenoir and the Duchess walked to the fly, and drove to the "Empire."
They found the rooms ready, and the landlady12 herself led them up the stairs. A bright fire was burning, and everything presented a cheerful appearance. The Duchess took off her gloves, and Mrs. Lenoir assisted her to remove her hat and cloak, and removed her own hat and veil. Then, for the first time on that night, the girl saw Mrs. Lenoir's face in full, clear light. She started back, with an exclamation13 of alarm.
"I have seen you before!"
"Yes, my dear--but do not avoid me; I implore14 you to listen to me! It is not I who am deceiving you--indeed, indeed, it is not! I am here for your good."
"I do not understand," said the Duchess, looking vaguely15 around. "Mr. Temple said that a lady-relative would meet me at the station. Are you not a relative of his?"
"I am not in any way related to the man who has been paying his addresses to you----"
"Of the gentleman, you mean," interrupted the Duchess, with a pride that was made pitiable by the doubt and suspicion that was mingled16 with it.
"As you will, my child. I will speak of him presently. There is something nearer to my heart, which will break if you do not listen to what I have to say."
"I cannot listen," said the Duchess, "until you prove in some way that you are not deceiving me."
"Thank God, I have the proof with me. On the night you saw me lying senseless in the snow, this gentleman you call Mr. Temple was with you."
"Yes, and when I left you he promised to help you home."
"He kept his promise, and learned where I live. I had never seen him before, nor had he ever seen me; we were utter strangers to each other. Yet to-day, this very morning, he came to me, and proposed that I should enter into a plot to betray you! He proposed that I should present myself to you as his aunt, as a lady who was favourable17 to his elopement with you, and that in this capacity I should accompany you here. For your good I consented--to save you I am here. Say that you believe me."
"Part of what you say must be true; but you said you have the proof with you--what proof, and what are you going to prove?"
"That this man is no gentleman--that he is a villain--and that his name is not Temple. On my knees--on my knees!--I thank God that it is in my power to save you from the fatal precipice18 upon which you are standing! Trust me--believe in me; I am a woman like yourself, and my life has been a life of bitter, bitter sorrow!"
She was on her knees before the Duchess, clasping the girl's hands, and gazing imploringly19 into her face. Her strange passion, the earnestness of her words, her suffering gentle face, were not without their effect upon the frightened girl; but some kind of stubbornness to believe that her hopes of becoming a lady were on the point of being overturned rendered her deaf to the appeal in any other way than it affected20 herself. The threatened discovery was so overwhelming as to leave no room for pity or sympathy for the woman kneeling before her.
"Where is your proof?" asked the Duchess.
Mrs. Lenoir started to her feet, and ringing the bell, gave a whispered instruction to the maid who answered it. In a few moments Lizzie and Charlie entered the room. They were the persons who came third-class from London, by the same train which conveyed Mrs. Lenoir and the Duchess to Sevenoaks; with some vague idea that she might need Charlie's testimony21, Mrs. Lenoir had begged Lizzie to ask him to come.
"Lizzie," said Mrs. Lenoir, "will you tell this young lady what you know of me?"
"I know nothing but good, Mrs. Lenoir," replied Lizzie, taking her hand, and kissing it; "there isn't a man or woman in our neighbourhood who hasn't a kind word for you."
"My dear," said Mrs. Lenoir, addressing the Duchess, "this is a girl who lives in the same house as I do, and who has known me for years. What is the matter with you, Lizzie?" For the girl was gazing at the Duchess with a look of wild admiration22 and interest.
"I beg your pardon," said Lizzie, "but is the young lady your daughter that you spoke to me of last night----"
Lizzie was stopped in her speech by a sob23 from Mrs. Lenoir, who hid her face in her hands, and turned from them, hearing as she turned, a whisper from the Duchess:
"What does she mean? Your daughter! Oh, my God! Let me look at you again."
But Mrs. Lenoir kept her face hidden from the girl, and said, with broken sobs24:
"Let me have my way a little, my dear. I will speak more plainly presently, when we are alone. Give me your hand----"
She held the pretty fingers which the Duchess gave her, with a clinging loving pressure which caused the girl's heart to thrill with hope and fear.
"Hear what Lizzie has to say first. Lizzie, you were in my room this morning when a gentleman called to see me?"
"Yes, Mrs. Lenoir."
"You heard him inquiring for me?"
"Yes."
"Did he give any name?"
"After he left, I heard that he called himself Mr. Temple."
While these words were spoken, Mrs. Lenoir, finding herself unable to stand, sank into a chair, and the Duchess, sinking to her knees, hid her face in her lap, holding Mrs. Lenoir's hand.
"Describe the man, Lizzie," said Mrs. Lenoir.
Lizzie did so in a graphic25 manner; the portrait she presented was truthful26 and unmistakable. Every word that was being uttered was carrying conviction to the Duchess's soul.
"When he left the house," said Mrs. Lenoir, "Charlie and you--Charlie and Lizzie are engaged, my dear, and will soon be married,"--this to the Duchess--"Charlie and you were in the passage, and he passed you."
"Yes."
"Charlie, you saw his face?"
"I did, ma'am."
"And recognised it?"
"As sure as anything's sure, though a good many years have gone by since I saw it last."
"Was his name Temple?"
"Not by a long way."
"Tell me his name again, Charlie."
"Ned Chester his name was, and is," added Charlie positively27.
At the mention of the name a shudder28 passed through the Duchess's frame.
"What character did he bear when you knew him?"
"A precious bad one; not to put too fine a point upon it, he was a thief."
"That will do, Charlie. Good night; good night, Lizzie."
"Good night, Mrs. Lenoir, God bless you."
"Thank you, my dears."
In another moment Mrs. Lenoir and the Duchess were again alone.
The questions had been asked by Mrs. Lenoir with the distinct purpose of convincing the Duchess that she was acting29 in good faith and for the girl's good. She felt that she was on her trial, as it were, and out of the teachings of her own sad experience she gathered wisdom to act in such a way as to win confidence. On the Duchess the effect produced was convincing, so far as the man whose attention she had accepted was concerned; but a dual30 process of thought was working in her mind--one associated with the lover who would have betrayed her, the other associated with the woman who had stepped between her and her peril31.
"My dear," said Mrs. Lenoir, after an interval32 of silence, during which the Duchess had not raised her head, and Mrs. Lenoir was strengthening herself for the coming trial, "will you give me what information you can concerning yourself which will help to guide us both in this sad hour?"
A pressure of her fingers answered her in the affirmative.
"Keep your eyes from me till I bid you rise," continued Mrs. Lenoir, with heaving bosom33. "Where do you live?"
"In Rosemary Lane."
"Have you lived all your life there?"
"Since I was a very little child."
"You were not born there?"
"Oh, no; I do not know where I was born----" Mrs. Lenoir's eyes wandered to the window which shut out the night. She could not see it, but she felt that the snow was falling; "and," said the Duchess in a faltering34 voice, "I cannot remember seeing the face of my mother."
"Tell me all you know, my dear; conceal35 nothing from me."
In broken tones the girl told every particular of her history, from her introduction into Rosemary Lane, as the incident had been related to her by Seth Dumbrick, to the present and first great trial in life.
"Look up, my dear."
The Duchess raised her eyes, almost blinded with tears. Mrs. Lenoir tenderly wiped them away, and placed in the girl's hand the miniature portrait of herself, painted in her younger and happier days.
"It is like me," murmured the girl.
"It is my picture when I was your age." She sank to her knees by the side of the Duchess. "At this time and in this place my story is too long to tell. You shall learn all by-and-by, when we are safe. I had a child--a daughter, born on such a night as this, in sorrow and tribulation36. My memory is too treacherous37, and the long and severe illness I passed through was too terrible in its effects upon me, to enable me to recall the circumstances of that period of my life. But I had my child, and she drew life from my breast, and brought gleams of happiness to my troubled soul. I have no recollection how long a time passed, till a deep darkness fell upon me; but when I recovered, and my reason was restored to me, I was told that my child was dead. I had no power to prove that it was false; I was weak, friendless, penniless, and I wandered into the world solitary38 and alone. But throughout all my weary and sorrowful life, a voice--God's voice--never ceased whispering to me that my child was alive, and that I should one day meet her, and clasp her to my heart! In this hope alone I have lived; but for this hope I should have died long years ago. Heaven has fulfilled its promise, and has brought you to my arms. I look into your face, and I see the face of my child; I listen to your voice, and I hear the voice of my child! God would not deceive me! In time to come, when you have heard my story, we will, if you decide that it shall be so, seek for worldly proof. I think I see the way to it, and if it is possible it shall be found."
She rose from her knees, and standing apart from the wondering weeping girl, said, in a low voice, between her sobs:
"In my youth I was wronged. I was innocent, as God is my judge! My fault was, that I trusted and believed; that I, a young girl inexperienced in the world's hard ways, listened to the vows39 of a man, whom I loved with all my soul's strength; whom I believed in as I believe in Eternal justice! That was my sin. I have been bitterly punished; no kiss of love, no word of affection that I could receive as truly my right, has been bestowed40 upon me since I was robbed of my child. I have been in darkness for years; I am in darkness now, waiting for the light to shine upon my soul!"
It came. Tender arms stole about her neck, loving lips were pressed to hers. In an agony of joy she clasped the girl to her bosom, and wept over her. For only a few moments did she allow herself the bliss41 of this reunion. She looked, affrighted, to a clock on the mantelpiece.
"At what time did that man say he would be here to meet us?" she asked in a hurried whisper.
"At eleven o'clock," was the whispered reply.
"It wants but five minutes to the hour. We must go, child; we must fly from this place. No breath of suspicion must attach itself to my child's good name. Come--quickly, quickly!"
The Duchess allowed Mrs. Lenoir to put on her hat and cloak, and before the hour struck they were in the street, hastening through the snow.
Whither? She knew not. But fate was directing her steps.
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likeness
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proprietor
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landlady
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testimony
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