At sight of Mr. Vane, all her coldness and nonchalance2 gave way to a gentle complacency; and when she spoke3 to him, her voice, so clear and cutting in the late assaut d'armes, sank of its own accord into the most tender, delicious tone imaginable.
Mr. Vane and she made love. He pleased her, and she desired to please him. My reader knows her wit, her finesse4, her fluency5; but he cannot conceive how god-like was her way of making love. I can put a few of the corpses6 of her words upon paper, but where are the heavenly tones—now calm and convincing, now soft and melancholy7, now thrilling with tenderness, now glowing with the fiery8 eloquence9 of passion? She told him that she knew the map of his face; that for some days past he had been subject to an influence adverse10 to her. She begged him, calmly, for his own sake, to distrust false friends, and judge her by his own heart, eyes, and judgment11. He promised her he would.
“And I do trust you, in spite of them all,” said he; “for your face is the shrine12 of sincerity13 and candor14. I alone know you.”
Then she prayed him to observe the heartlessness of his sex, and to say whether she had done ill to hide the riches of her heart from the cold and shallow, and to keep them all for one honest man, “who will be my friend, I hope,” said she, “as well as my lover.”
“Ah!” said Vane, “that is my ambition.”
“We actresses,” said she, “make good the old proverb, 'Many lovers, but few friends.' And oh, 'tis we who need a friend. Will you be mine?”
While he lived, he would.
In turn, he begged her to be generous, and tell him the way for him, Ernest Vane, inferior in wit and address to many of her admirers, to win her heart from them all.
This singular woman's answer is, I think, worth attention.
“Never act in my presence; never try to be eloquent15, or clever; never force a sentiment, or turn a phrase. Remember, I am the goddess of tricks. Do not descend16 to competition with me and the Pomanders of the world. At all littlenesses, you will ever be awkward in my eyes. And I am a woman. I must have a superior to love—lie open to my eye. Light itself is not more beautiful than the upright man, whose bosom17 is open to the day. Oh yes! fear not you will be my superior, dear; for in me honesty has to struggle against the habits of my art and life. Be simple and sincere, and I shall love you, and bless the hour you shone upon my cold, artificial life. Ah, Ernest!” said she, fixing on his eye her own, the fire of which melted into tenderness as she spoke, “be my friend. Come between me and the temptations of an unprotected life—the recklessness of a vacant heart.”
He threw himself at her feet. He called her an angel. He told her he was unworthy of her, but that he would try and deserve her. Then he hesitated, and trembling he said:
“I will be frank and loyal. Had I not better tell you everything? You will not hate me for a confession18 I make myself?”
“I shall like you better—oh! so much better!”
“Then I will own to you—”
“Oh, do not tell me you have ever loved before me! I could not bear to hear it!” cried this inconsistent personage.
The other weak creature needed no more.
“I see plainly I never loved but you,” said he.
“Let me hear that only!” cried she; “I am jealous even of the past. Say you never loved but me. Never mind whether it is true. My child, you do not even yet know love. Ernest, shall I make you love—as none of your sex ever loved—with heart, and brain, and breath, and life, and soul?”
With these rapturous words, she poured the soul of love into his eyes; he forgot everything in the world but her; he dissolved in present happiness and vowed19 himself hers forever. And she, for her part, bade him but retain her esteem20 and no woman ever went further in love than she would. She was a true epicure21. She had learned that passion, vulgar in itself, is god-like when based upon esteem.
This tender scene was interrupted by the call-boy, who brought Mrs. Woffington a note from the manager, informing her there would be no rehearsal22. This left her at liberty, and she proceeded to take a somewhat abrupt23 leave of Mr. Vane. He was endeavoring to persuade her to let him be her companion until dinner-time (she was to be his quest), when Pomander entered the room.
Mrs. Woffington, however, was not to be persuaded, she excused herself on the score of a duty which she said she had to perform, and whispering as she passed Pomander, “Keep your own counsel,” she went out rather precipitately24.
Vane looked slightly disappointed.
Sir Charles, who had returned to see whether (as he fully25 expected) she had told Vane everything—and who, at that moment, perhaps, would not have been sorry had Mrs. Woffington's lover called him to serious account—finding it was not her intention to make mischief26, and not choosing to publish his own defeat, dropped quietly into his old line, and determined27 to keep the lovers in sight, and play for revenge. He smiled and said: “My good sir, nobody can hope to monopolize28 Mrs. Woffington. She has others to do justice to besides you.”
To his surprise, Mr. Vane turned instantly round upon him, and, looking him haughtily29 in the face, said: “Sir Charles Pomander, the settled malignity30 with which you pursue that lady is unmanly and offensive to me, who love her. Let our acquaintance cease here, if you please, or let her be sacred from your venomous tongue.”
Sir Charles bowed stiffly, and replied, that it was only due to himself to withdraw a protection so little appreciated.
The two friends were in the very act of separating forever, when who should run in but Pompey, the renegade. He darted31 up to Sir Charles, and said: “Massa Pomannah she in a coach, going to 10, Hercules Buildings. I'm in a hurry, Massa Pomannah.”
“Where?” cried Pomander. “Say that again.”
“10, Hercules Buildings, Lambeth. Me in a hurry, Massa Pomannah.”
“Faithful child, there's a guinea for thee. Fly!”
The slave flew, and, taking a short cut, caught and fastened on to the slow vehicle in the Strand32.
“It is a house of rendezvous33,” said Sir Charles, half to himself, half to Mr. Vane. He repeated in triumph: “It is a house of rendezvous.” He then, recovering his sang-froid, and treating it all as a matter of course, explained that at 10, Hercules Buildings, was a fashionable shop, with entrances from two streets; that the best Indian scarfs and shawls were sold there, and that ladies kept their carriages waiting an immense time in the principal street, while they were supposed to be in the shop, or the show-room. He then went on to say that he had only this morning heard that the intimacy34 between Mrs. Woffington and a Colonel Murthwaite, although publicly broken off for prudential reasons, was still clandestinely35 carried on. She had, doubtless, slipped away to meet the colonel.
Mr. Vane turned pale.
“No! I will not suspect. I will not dog her like a bloodhound,” cried he.
“I will!” said Pomander.
“You! By what right?”
“The right of curiosity. I will know whether it is you who are imposed on, or whether you are right, and all the world is deceived in this woman.”
He ran out; but, for all his speed, when he got into the street there was the jealous lover at his elbow. They darted with all speed into the Strand; got a coach. Sir Charles, on the box, gave Jehu a guinea, and took the reins—and by a Niagara of whipcord they attained36 Lambeth; and at length, to his delight, Pomander saw another coach before him with a gold-laced black slave behind it. The coach stopped; and the slave came to the door. The shop in question was a few hundred yards distant. The adroit37 Sir Charles not only stopped but turned his coach, and let the horses crawl back toward London; he also flogged the side panels to draw the attention of Mr. Vane. That gentleman looked through the little circular window at the back of the vehicle, and saw a lady paying the coachman. There was no mistaking her figure. This lady, then, followed at a distance by her slave, walked on toward Hercules Buildings; and it was his miserable38 fate to see her look uneasily round, and at last glide39 in at a side door, close to the silk-mercer's shop.
The carriage stopped. Sir Charles came himself to the door.
“Now, Vane,” said he, “before I consent to go any further in this business, you must promise me to be cool and reasonable. I abhor40 absurdity41; and there must be no swords drawn42 for this little hypocrite.”
“I submit to no dictation,” said Vane, white as a sheet.
“You have benefited so far by my knowledge,” said the other politely; “let me, who am self-possessed, claim some influence with you.”
“Forgive me!” said poor Vane. “My ang—my sorrow that such an angel should be a monster of deceit.” He could say no more.
They walked to the shop.
“How she peeped, this way and that,” said Pomander, “sly little Woffy!
“No! on second thoughts,” said he, “it is the other street we must reconnoiter; and, if we don't see her there, we will enter the shop, and by dint43 of this purse we shall soon untie44 the knot of the Woffington riddle45.”
“I am faint,” said he.
“Lean on me, my dear friend,” said Sir Charles. “Your weakness will leave you in the next street.”
In the next street they discovered—nothing. In the shop, they found—no Mrs. Woffington. They returned to the principal street. Vane began to hope there was no positive evidence. Suddenly three stories up a fiddle47 was heard. Pomander took no notice, but Vane turned red; this put Sir Charles upon the scent48.
“It is her favorite tune.”
“Aha!” said Pomander. “Follow me!”
They crept up the stairs, Pomander in advance; they heard the signs of an Irish orgie—a rattling52 jig53 played and danced with the inspiriting interjections of that frolicsome54 nation. These sounds ceased after a while, and Pomander laid his hand on his friend's shoulder.
“I prepare you,” said he, “for what you are sure to see. This woman was an Irish bricklayer's daughter, and 'what is bred in the bone never comes out of the flesh;' you will find her sitting on some Irishman's knee, whose limbs are ever so much stouter55 than yours. You are the man of her head, and this is the man of her heart. These things would be monstrous56, if they were not common; incredible, if we did not see them every day. But this poor fellow, whom probably she deceives as well as you, is not to be sacrificed like a dog to your unjust wrath57; he is as superior to her as you are to him.”
“I will commit no violence,” said Vane. “I still hope she is innocent.”
Pomander smiled, and said he hoped so too.
“And if she is what you think, I will but show her she is known, and, blaming myself as much as her—oh yes! more than her!—I will go down this night to Shropshire, and never speak word to her again in this world or the next.”
“Good,” said Sir Charles.
L'honndete homine trompe s'eloigne et ne dit mot.'
Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
“Then follow me.”
Turning the handle gently, he opened the door like lightning, and was in the room. Vane's head peered over his shoulder. She was actually there!
For once in her life, the cautious, artful woman was taken by surprise. She gave a little scream, and turned as red as fire. But Sir Charles surprised somebody else even more than he did poor Mrs. Woffington.
It would be impertinent to tantalize59 my reader, but I flatter myself this history is not written with power enough to do that, and I may venture to leave him to guess whom Sir Charles Pomander surprised more than he did the actress, while I go back for the lagging sheep.
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adverse
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shrine
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sincerity
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confession
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