“Varnham had watched me for one year as a mother guards her wayward child. But the sudden illness of a near relative forced him from his guardianship1. In my wildest moments I had always been gentle and submissive, but I was told that he left me with much reluctance2 to the care of my own maid, the housekeeper3, and my medical attendant. They loved me, and he knew that with them I should be safe. When I began to question them of what had passed during my confinement4, they appeared surprised by the quietness and regularity5 of my speech, but were ready to convince themselves that it was only one of the fitful appearances of insanity6 which had often deceived them during my illness. They, however, answered me frankly7 and with the respect which Varnham had ever enjoined8 upon them, even when he supposed that I could neither understand nor resent indignity9.
“They told me that on the night of my arrival at Ashton they were all summoned from their beds by a violent ringing of the library bell; when they entered, my husband was forcibly holding me in his arms, though he was deadly pale and trembling so violently that the effort seemed too much for his strength. At first they dared not attempt to assist him; there was something so terrible in my shrieks10 and wild efforts to free myself that they were appalled11. It was not till I had exhausted12 my strength, and lay breathless and faintly struggling on his bosom13 that they ventured to approach.
80“I must have been a fearful sight, as they described me, with the white foam14 swelling15 to my lips, my face flushed, my eyes vivid with fever, and both hands clenched17 wildly in the long hair which fell over my husband’s arms and bosom, matted with the jewels which I had worn at Murray’s wedding. At every fresh effort I made to extricate18 myself, some of these gems19 broke loose, flashed to the floor and were trampled20 beneath the feet of my servants, for everything was unheeded in the panic which my sudden frenzy21 had created.
“‘Oh! it was an awful scene!’ exclaimed the old housekeeper, breaking off her description and removing the glasses from her tearful eyes as she spoke22. ‘I was frightened when I looked at you, but when my master lifted his face, and the light lay full upon it, my heart swelled23, and I began to cry like a child. There was something in his look—I cannot tell what it was—something that made me hold my breath with awe24, yet sent the tears to my eyes. I forgot you when I looked at him.
“‘We carried you away to this chamber25 and when we laid you on the bed you laughed and sung in a wild, shrill26 voice that made the blood grow cold in my veins27. I have never heard a sound so painful and thrilling as your cries were that night. For many hours you raved28 about some terrible deed that was to be done, and wildly begged that there might be no murder. Then you would start up and extend your arms in a pleading, earnest way to my master, and would entreat29 him with wild and touching30 eloquence31 to let you die—to imprison32 you in some cold, drear place where you would never see him again, but not to wound you so cruelly with his eyes.
“‘I knew that all this was but the effect of a brain fever—that there could be no meaning in your words. Yet it seemed to me that my master should have striven 81to tranquillize you more than he did. Had he promised all you required, it might have had a soothing34 influence; for you were strangely anxious that he should give a pledge not to hate or even condemn35 some person who was not named. Yet, though you would at moments plead for mercy and protection with a piteous helplessness that might have won the heart of an enemy to compassion36, he stood over you unchanged in that look of stern sorrow which had struck me so forcibly in the library. He scarcely seemed to comprehend the wild pathos37 of your words, but his composure was stern and painful to look upon.
“‘At last you appeared to become more quiet, but still kept your eyes fixed38 pleadingly on his face and a wild, sweet strain breathed from your lips with a rise and fall so sad and plaintive39 that it seemed as if half your voice must have dissolved to tears and a broken heart was flowing away in its own low melody.
“‘While the music yet lingered about your lips you began to talk of your mother, of a stone church where she had first taught you to pray—of a coffin40, and a large white rose-tree that grew beneath a window which you had loved because her dear hand had planted it; then you besought41 him to bring some of those roses—white and pure, you said—that they might be laid upon your heart and take the fever away; then none need be ashamed to weep when you died, and perhaps they might bury you beside your mother.
“‘It was enough to break one’s heart to hear you plead in that sad, earnest way, and I saw, through the tears which almost blinded me, that my master was losing his self-command. The veins began to swell16 on his forehead, and a tremulous motion became visible about his mouth, which had till then remained as firm and almost as white as marble. He made a movement as if about to go away; but just then you raised your arms and, winding42 them about his neck, said: “Nay, 82Varnham, you will not leave me to die here. Let us go to our own old home. I will be very quiet, and will not try to live—only promise me this: bury me beneath the balcony, and let that lone43, white rose-tree blossom over me forever and ever. I cannot exactly tell why, but they will not let me rest beside my mother, so my spirit shall stay among those pure flowers in patient bondage44 till all shall proclaim it purified and stainless45 enough to go and dwell with her. Kiss me once more, and say that you will go.”
“‘My master could but feebly resist the effort with which his face was drawn46 to yours; but when your lips met his he began to tremble again, and strove to unwind your arms from his neck; but you laid your head on his bosom, and that low, sad melody again broke from your lips, and your arms still wound more clingingly about him at every effort to undo47 their clasp.
“‘He looked down upon the face that would not be removed from its rest; his bosom heaved, he wound his arms convulsively about your form for a moment, then forced you back to the pillow, and fell upon his knees by the bedside. His face was buried in the counterpane, but the sound of his half-stifled sobs48 grew audible throughout the room, and the bed shook beneath the violent trembling of his form. I beckoned49 the maid, and we stole from his presence, for it seemed wrong to stand by and gaze upon such grief.
“‘When we returned you were silent and apparently50 asleep. He was sitting by the bed, and his eyes were fixed on your face with the same mournful, forgiving look with which I have seen him regard you a thousand times since. He spoke in his usual gentle way, and told us to tread lightly, that we might not disturb you. It was many hours before you awoke. My master was concealed51 by the drapery; you started up with a wild cry, and asked if he had gone to do murder. He caught you in his arms as you were about to spring from the 83bed, and with gentle violence forced you back to the pillows again. Then he waved his hand for us to draw back, and spoke to you in a solemn and impressive voice; but the last words only reached me. They were:
“‘“I have promised, solemnly promised, Caroline—try to comprehend me and be at rest.”
“‘Your fever raged many days after that, and you were constantly delirious52, but never violent, and that frightful53 dread54 of some impending55 evil seemed to have left you entirely56. Your disease at length abated57, and the bloom gradually returned to your cheek, but every new mark of convalescence58 only seemed to deepen the melancholy59 which had settled on my master.
“‘When the physicians decided60 that your mind would never regain61 its former strength, but that it would ever remain wandering and gentle, and full of beautiful images as the fever had left it, my master became almost cheerful. He would allow no restraint to be placed upon you, and gave orders that you should be attended with all the respect and deference62 that had ever been rendered to your station. He never seemed more happy than while wandering with you about the gardens, and in the park; yet there were times when he would sit and gaze on your face as you slept, with a sad, regretful look that betrayed how truly he must have sorrowed over your misfortune. There was a yearning64 tenderness in his eye at such times, more touching far than tears. I could see that he struggled against these feelings, as if there existed something to be ashamed of in them, but they would return again.’
“All this and much more my good housekeeper said in answer to the questions which I put to her as my reason began to connect the present with the past. She did not hesitate to inform me of anything that I might wish to know, for she had no belief in my power to understand and connect her narrative65. I had often questioned her before, and invariably forgot her answers 84as they fell from her lips; but every word of this conversation was graven on my memory, and if I have not repeated her exact language, the spirit and detail of her information is preserved.
“There was one subject that my housekeeper had not mentioned—my child. At first my intellect was too feeble for continued thought, and I did not notice this strange omission66. Besides, some painful intuition kept me silent; the very thought of my own child was painful.
“At last I questioned her.
“‘Where,’ I said, ‘is my daughter? Surely, in my illness he has not kept her from me?’
“The old woman became deadly pale; she turned away, repulsing67 the subject with a gesture of her withered68 hands, which terrified me.
“‘My child!’ I said; ‘why are you silent? What have you done with her?’
“Still the old woman was speechless; but I could see tears stealing down her face.
“‘Bring her hither,’ I said, sick with apprehension69; ‘I wish to see how much my daughter has grown.’
“The old woman flung herself at my feet. Her hands gathered up mine and held them fast.
“‘Do not ask—do not seek to remember. Oh! my lady, forget that you ever had a child!’
“‘Forget—and why? Who has dared to harm the child of my bosom, the heiress of my house?’
“She hid her face in my lap; she clung to my knees, moaning piteously.
“A vague remembrance seized upon me—that pale form shrouded70 in its golden hair—my heart was like ice. I bent71 down and whispered in the old woman’s ear:
“‘Who was it harmed my child?’
“She lifted her head with a wild outbreak of sorrow—my question almost drove her mad.
85“‘Oh! lady, my master would let her come to your room—we were not to blame; you had always been so sweet-tempered and loving with her that we had no fear.’
“‘My child! my child!’
“That horrible pause was broken at last. She lifted her hands to heaven, the tears streamed down her face like rain.
“‘My child—my child’
“I could feel the whispers lose themselves in my throat; but she understood them, and her own voice sunk so low that, had not my soul listened, the terrible truth could not have reached it.
“‘With your own hands you destroyed her—with your own hands you dashed her from the window!’
“Slowly from heart to limb the blood froze in my veins; for two days I lay in rigid74 silence, praying only for death. No, not even insanity would return. As yet I had only spent the holiday of my error. God would permit my brain to slumber75 no longer.
“I had but one wish—to escape that house, to flee from everything and everybody that had ever known me. It was no mad desire—no remnant of insanity. I reasoned coldly and well. Why not? utter hopelessness is wise.
“I dreaded76 but one thing on earth—the return of my husband. We never could be united again. He would not find the helpless being he had left, but a proud woman, whose heart if not her life had wronged him. He would not find the mother of his child, but its innocent, wretched murderer. I felt how bitter must be the news of my returning reason to the man who had forgiven the errors of my real character, because they had 86been so painfully lost in a visionary one, which disarmed78 resentment79 only from its very helplessness. I understood all Varnham’s generosity80, all his extraordinary benevolence81; but I knew also that he was a proud man, with an organization so exquisitely82 refined that the sins of an alienated83 affection would affect him more deeply than actual crime, with ordinary men. I felt that it was impossible for me ever to see him again.
“My plan for the future was soon formed. I resolved to leave England forever. My heart sickened when I thought of mingling84 in society, of meeting with people who might talk to me of things which would rend63 my heart continually with recollections of the past. The love which had been the great error of my life still held possession of my heart with a strength which would not be conquered. Could I go forth85, then, into the world? Could I live in my own house, where everything was associated with recollections of that love—where every bush and flower would breathe a reproach to the heart which still worshipped on, when worship was double guilt86 and double shame? Could I look upon the spot where my child had perished, and live? No, I resolved to leave all, to break every tie which bound me to civilized87 man, and to fling myself into a new state of existence. I thought, and still think, that it was the only way by which I could secure any portion of tranquillity88 to my husband. It would be terrible for him to believe that I had died by my own hands, but much more terrible if he returned and, in place of the mindless being who had become so utterly89 helpless, so completely the object of his compassion, found the woman who had wronged him fully77 conscious of her fault, yet without the humility90 and penitence91 which should have followed his generous forgiveness. There was too much of the pride of my old nature left. I could not have lived in the same house with the man I had so injured.
87“The Granby property was unentailed, with the exception of one small estate which went with the title. Immediately on coming into possession of the estates I had made a will, bequeathing the whole vast property to my child, and making my husband her trustee; but, in case of her death, all was to revert92 to him. He knew nothing of this; but the will was consigned93 to the hands of honorable men, and I was certain that it would be legally acted upon. In raising the sum which I devoted94 to Murray my agent had sold stocks to more than quadruple the amount. This amount had been paid to me, but in the excitement of my feelings I had neglected to place it with my banker and had left it in an escritoire at our town house, where was also deposited the most valuable portion of my jewels. I had no arrangements to make which could in any way reveal the course I had determined95 to pursue.
“There was one subject which I had not yet ventured to mention. My cheek burned and my heart beat quick when I at last brought myself to inquire about Murray. He was living a secluded96 life at a small cottage near Richmond. It was all I cared to learn.
“The second night after the conversation with my housekeeper I stole softly to the room of a sleeping housemaid and dressed myself in a suit of cast-off clothing which was not likely to be missed; then, with a few guineas which I found in my desk I went cautiously out, and left my house forever.
“Along the edge of the park ran a stream of small magnitude, but remarkable97 for its depth. On the brink98 of this stream I left a portion of the garments I had worn; then departed on foot for the nearest post-town, where I procured99 a passage to London. I found my house closed, but entered it with a private key and took from my escritoire the money and jewels which had been left there more than a year before.
“The third evening after leaving Ashton I stood in 88front of a beautiful cottage, separated from the thickly settled portions of Richmond by pleasure grounds, rather more spacious100 than is usual in that neighborhood, and still farther secluded by groups of ornamental101 trees. A light broke softly through the wreathing foliage102 which draped the windows of a lower room and I could distinguish the shadow of a man walking to and fro within.
“I knew that it was Murray, and that I should see him once more that night, yet my heart beat slow and regularly, without a throb103 to warn me of the deep feeling which still lived there in undying strength. I had no hope, and entire hopelessness is rest. I inquired for the housekeeper, and told her that I had been informed she wished to hire a housemaid; that I was without a place, and had come all the way from the city to secure one with her. I knew that she could not find it in her heart to send me back to London late at night and alone, and, as I anticipated, was invited to stay till morning.
“When the kind housekeeper was asleep I stole from her chamber and sought the apartment where I had seen the light. It was a small room, partly fitted up as a study, and partly as a parlor104. Books and musical instruments lay scattered105 about; a few cabinet pictures hung upon the walls, and a portrait of Murray looked down upon me from over the mantelpiece as I entered. A lamp was still burning, and an open work-box seemed to have been pushed from its station on the table, directly beneath it, to make room for a small book of closely filled manuscript which lay open, as if it had just been written in. A pen lay by, and the ink was yet damp on the unfinished page. Even across the room I knew the handwriting; the impulse to read which seized upon me was unconquerable. I held my breath, for the stillness around was like a hush106 of a tomb, and the characters seemed to start up like living witnesses 89beneath my eyes as I bent over the book. Thus the page ran:
“‘They tell me she is mad—that her fine mind is broken, and her warm heart unstrung forever. They say this, and comment and speculate upon causes in my presence, as if I could not feel. I sit with apparent calmness, and listen to things which would break a common heart.
“‘The soft smile of my wife is ever upon me, the cheek of my boy dimples beneath my glance if I but raise my eyes to his innocent face, and yet there are times when I cannot look upon them. The image of that noble and ruined being is forever starting up between me and them. I did not intend this when I took upon myself the right to regulate the destiny of a fellow-being—madness—no, no, I never thought of that! I did not dream that my own nature—but why should I write this? Yet I cannot keep these feelings forever pent up in my heart.
“‘It was terrible news! Why did that officious physician come here to tell me there was no hope, and this day above all others in the year? Was it any reason that he should wound me with this news, because I was known to be a friend of the family—a friend truly? How coldly the man told me that she could never recover her reason! It was like the slow stab of a poignard; my heart quivered under it. Just then my wife must come with her innocent and loving voice to give me the good-night kiss before she left me. Poor thing! she little dreamed of the melancholy tidings which caused me to return her caress107 so coldly. I will try and seek rest, but not with them; sometimes I wish that I might never see them again. I must be alone to-night!’
“It was but the fulfillment of my own prophecy. I knew that he could not be happy; that he never would 90be again; never even tranquil33 till he believed me in my grave. My resolution was more firmly established, I would not live a continual cause of torment108 to him. I had no desire that he, too, should be miserable109; in my most wretched moments the feeling had never entered my heart.
“The rustle110 of silk caused me to start from my position as I was bending over the book. It was only the night wind sweeping111 through an open casement112 that sent the curtain, which had dropped over it, streaming out like a banner into the room. I stood upright, silent and breathless; for, on a low couch, which the window drapery had half-concealed till now, lay Grenville Murray. The lamp shone full upon his face, and even from the distance I could see the change which a year of mental agitation113 had made in it.
“I went softly to the couch, knelt down, and gazed upon him with a hushed and calm feeling, like that which a mother might know while bending over the couch of a beloved, but wayward, child. Twice the clock chimed the hour, and still I knelt by that couch and gazed on that pale, sleeping face, with a cold, hopeless sorrow which had no voice for lamentation114.
“A third time the clock beat. I bent forward and pressed my lips to his forehead for the first time in my life. Oh! how my heart swelled to my lips with that one soft kiss. It seemed breaking with solemn tenderness—such tenderness as we give to the dead before the beloved clay is taken from us forever. My lips were cold and tremulous, but he did not awake beneath the pressure, and I did not repeat it, nor look on him again. I knew we were parting forever, but had no power to look back.
“I passed from the house slowly, and with a solemn feeling of desolation, as one might tread through a graveyard115 alone, and at midnight.
“In the disguise which had served me so well I 91sailed for America. I had no wish to mingle116 with my race, but took my way from New York to the valley of the Mohawk and sought the presence of Sir William Johnson. To him I revealed myself and as much of my history as was necessary to ensure his co-operation in my plan for the future. Under a solemn promise of secrecy117, which has never been broken, I entrusted118 my wealth to his agency and procured his promise of an escort to the tribe of Indians then located in his neighborhood. Among these savages119 I hoped to find perfect isolation120 from my race; to begin a new life and cast the old one away forever; this was more like rising from the grave into another life than anything human existence had to offer. I remained some months in the Mohawk Valley, waiting for news from England. I was anxious to hear that my efforts at concealment121 had been effectual and that my friends really believed me dead. News came at last that shook my soul to its centre once more. Varnham, my husband, was dead. He would not believe in my destruction, and after strict search traced me to London, and on shipboard, spite of my disguise.
“He put my property in trust, and taking the next ship that sailed followed me to America, with what purpose I never knew. The ship was lost, and every soul on board perished.”
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