Poor Hilda found life in her London lodging1 anything but cheerful, and frequently begged Philip to allow her to settle somewhere in the country. This, however, he refused to do on two grounds: in the first place, because few country villages would be so convenient for him to get at as London; and in the second, because he declared that the great city was the safest hiding-place in the world.
And so Hilda continued perforce to live her lonesome existence, that was only cheered by her husband’s short and uncertain visits. Friends she had none, nor did she dare to make any. The only person whose conversation she could rely on to relieve the tedium2 of the long weeks was her landlady3, Mrs. Jacobs, the widow of a cheesemonger, who had ruined a fine business by his drinking and other vicious propensities4, and out of a good property had only left his wife the leasehold5 of a house in Lincoln’s Inn Fields, which, fortunately for her, had been settled upon her at her marriage. Like most people who have seen better days — not but what she was now very comfortably off — she delighted in talking of her misfortunes, and of the perfidiousness6 of man; and in Hilda, who had, poor girl, nothing else to listen to, she found a most attentive7 audience. As was only natural where such a charming person and such a good listener were concerned, honest Mrs. Jacobs soon grew fond of her interesting lodger8, about whose husband’s circumstances and history she soon wove many an imaginary tale; for, needless to say, her most pertinent9 inquiries10 failed to extract much information from Hilda. One of her favourite fictions was that her lodger was the victim of her handsome husband, who had in some way beguiled11 her from her home beyond the seas, in order to keep her in solitary12 confinement13 and out of the reach of a hated rival. Another, that he kept her thus that he might have greater liberty for his own actions.
In course of time these ideas took such possession of her mind that she grew to believe in them, and, when speaking of Hilda to any of her other lodgers14, would shake her head and talk of her mysteriously as a “lamb” and a “victim.”
As for that lady herself, whilst far from suspecting her good landlady’s gloomy surmises15, she certainly fell more and more a prey16 to depression and anxieties, and occasionally even to suspicion, to all of which evils she grew increasingly liable as she drew nearer to an event that was no longer very distant. She could not but notice a change in Philip’s manner on the rare occasions when he was able to visit her, of which the most marked developments were fits of silence and irritability17. A certain reticence18 also, that became more and more noticeable as time went on, led her to feel that there was an invisible something growing up between them — a something that the pride she possessed19 in such a striking degree forbade her to attempt to pierce, but which was none the less galling20 to her on that account. Very shortly before the events narrated21 in the last chapter she had taken the occasion of a visit from Philip to complain somewhat bitterly of her position, begging him to tell her when there was any prospect22 of her being allowed to take her rightful place — a question her husband was quite unable to answer satisfactorily. Seeing that there was nothing to be got out of him, with womanly tact23 she changed the subject, and asked after Maria Lee (for whom she entertained a genuine affection)— when he last saw her, how she was looking, if there was any prospect of her getting married, and other questions of the same sort — the result of which was to evoke24 a most violent, and to her inexplicable25, fit of irritability on the part of her husband. Something of a scene ensued, which was finally terminated about five o’clock in the afternoon by Philip’s abrupt26 departure to catch his train.
Shortly afterwards Mrs. Jacobs, coming up to bring some tea, found Hilda indulging in tears that she had been too proud to shed before her husband; and, having had an extended personal experience of such matters, rightly guessed that there had been a conjugal27 tiff28, the blame of which, needless to say, she fixed29 upon the departed Philip.
“Lor, Mrs. Roberts” (as Hilda was called), she said, “don’t take on like that; they’re all brutes31, that’s what they are; if only you could have seen my Samuel, who’s dead and gone these ten years and buried in a private grave at Kensal Cemetery32 — though he didn’t leave anything to pay for it except three dozen and five of brandy — he was a beauty, poor dear, he was; your husband ain’t nothing to him.”
“My husband, let me tell you, Mrs. Jacobs, is not a brute30 at all,” sobbed33 Hilda, with dignity.
“Ah, Mrs. Roberts, that is just what I used to say of Samuel, but he was the biggest brute in the three kingdoms, for all that; but if you ask me, meaning no offence, I call a man a brute as only comes to see his lawful34 wife about twice a month, let alone making an angel cry.”
“Mr. Roberts has his reasons, Mrs. Jacobs; you must not talk of him like that.”
“Ah, so my Samuel used to say when he stopped away from home for three nights at a time, till I followed him and found out his ‘Reason,’ and a mighty35 pretty ‘Reason’ she was too, all paint and feathers, the hussy, and eyes as big as a teacup. They all have their reasons, but they never tell ’em. But come and put on your things and go out a bit, there’s a dear; it is a beautiful warm evening. You feel tired — oh, never mind that; it is necessary for people as is in an interested way to take exercise. I well remembers ——”
Here Hilda, however, cut the subject short, and deprived herself of Mrs. Jacobs’ reminiscences by going to put on her things.
It was a bright warm evening, and she found the air so pleasant that, after strolling round Lincoln’s Inn Fields, she thought she would extend her walk a little, and struck past Lincoln’s Inn Hall into New Square, and then made her way to the archway opposite to where the New Law Courts now stand. Under this archway a legal bookseller has built his nest, and behind windows of broad plate-glass were ranged specimens36 of his seductive wares37, baits on which to catch students avaricious38 of legal knowledge as they pass on their way to chambers39 or Hall. Now, at this window a young man was standing40 at the moment that Hilda entered the archway, his eyes fixed upon a pamphlet on the laws of succession. That young man was George Caresfoot, who was considering whether it would be worth his while to buy the pamphlet in order to see if he would be entitled to anything if his uncle should happen to die intestate, as he sometimes feared might be the case. He had come up to town on business connected with his firm, and was now waiting till it was time to begin an evening of what he understood as pleasure; for George was a very gay young man.
He was, however, also a very sharp one, so sharp that he even noticed shadows, especially when, as in this case, the shadow was clearly defined and flung, life-sized, on the dark background of the books before him. He watched it for a moment, and as its owner, with an absent air, slowly passed from the bright sunlight into the shade of the arch, it struck the astute41 George that there was something familiar about this particular and by no means unpleasing shadow. Waiting till it had vanished and the footsteps gone past him, he turned round and at a glance recognized Hilda von Holtzhausen, Miss Lee’s beautiful companion, who was supposed to have departed into the more distant parts of Germany. George’s eyes twinkled, and a whole host of ideas rushed into his really able mind.
“Caught at last, for a sovereign,” he muttered.
Meanwhile Hilda walked slowly on into Chancery Lane, then turned to the left till she came into Holborn, and thence made her way round by another route back to Lincoln’s Inn Fields. Needless to say, George followed at a respectful distance. His first impulse had been to go up and speak to her, but he resisted the inclination42.
On the doorstep of the house where Hilda lodged43, stood her landlady giving a piece of her mind to a butcher-boy both as regarded his master’s meat and his personal qualities. She paused for breath just as Hilda passed up the steps, and, turning, said something that made the latter laugh. The butcher-boy took the opportunity of beating a rapid retreat, leaving Mrs. Jacobs crowing after him from her own doorstep. As soon as Hilda had gone into the house, George saw his opportunity. Advancing politely towards Mrs. Jacobs, he asked her if she was the landlady of the house, and, when she had answered in the affirmative, he made inquiries about apartments.
“Thank you, sir,” said Mrs. Jacobs, “but I do not let rooms to single gentlemen.”
“You take too much for granted, ma’am. I am married.”
She looked at him doubtfully. “I suppose, sir, you would have no objection to giving a reference.”
“A dozen, if you like, ma’am; but shall we look at the rooms?”
Mrs. Jacobs assented44, and they made their way upstairs, George keeping in front. On the first-floor he saw a pair of lady’s shoes on a mat outside the door, and guessed to whom they belonged.
“Are these the rooms?” he said, laying his hand upon the door-handle.
“No, sir, no, they are Mrs. Roberts’; next floor, please, sir.”
“Mrs. Roberts?— I suppose the very handsome young lady I saw come into the house. No offence, ma’am; but a man’s bound to be careful where he brings his wife. I suppose she’s all right.”
“Lord, yes, poor dear!” answered Mrs. Jacobs, in indignation; “why, they came here straight from St. Jude’s, Battersea, the day they were married; a runaway45 match, I fancy.”
“That’s all right; she looked charming. I hope her husband is worthy46 of her,” remarked George, as he gazed round Mrs. Jacobs’ rooms.
“Well, as to that, he’s handsome enough, for them as likes those black men; but I don’t like people as only comes to visit their lawful wives about twice a month. But,” suddenly checking herself, “it isn’t any affair of mine.”
“No, indeed, very reprehensible47: I am, as a married man, entirely48 of your mind. These are charming rooms, ma’am, charming. I shall certainly take them if my wife approves; I will let you know by tomorrow’s post — Jacobs, yes, I have it down. Good evening, ma’am,” and he was gone.
Instead of going out that evening as he had intended, George sat in the smoking-room of his hotel and thought. He also wrote a letter which he addressed to Mrs. Bellamy.
Next morning, taking a cab, he drove to St. Jude’s, Battersea, and inspected the register.
Presently he asked for a certified49 copy of the following entry: “August 1, 1856. Philip Caresfoot, bachelor, gentleman, to Hilda von Holtzhausen, spinster (by license). Signed J. Few, curate; as witness, Fred. Natt, Eliza Chambers.”
That evening Hilda received an anonymous50 letter, written in a round clerk’s hand, that had been posted in the City. It was addressed to Mrs. Roberts, and its contents ran thus:
“A sincere friend warns Mrs. Philip Caresfoot that her husband is deceiving her, and has become entangled51 with a young lady of her acquaintance. Burn this; wait and watch!”
The letter fell from her hands as though it had stung her.
“Mrs. Jacobs was right,” she said aloud, with a bitter laugh, “men always have a ‘reason.’ Oh, let him beware!” And she threw back her beautiful head and the great blue eyes sparkled like those of a snake about to strike. The sword of jealousy52, that she had hitherto repelled53 with the shield of a woman’s trust in the man she loves, had entered into her soul, and, could Philip have seen her under these new circumstances, he would have realized that he had indeed good reason to “beware.” “No wonder,” she went on, “no wonder that he finds her name irritating upon my lips; no doubt to him it is a desecration54. Oh, oh!” And she flung herself on her face, and wept tears of jealous rage.
“Well,” said George to Mrs. Bellamy, as they drove home together after the great dinner party (do not be shocked, my reader, Bellamy was on the bow), “well, how shall we strike? Shall I go to the old man tomorrow, and show him my certified copy? There is no time to lose. He might die any day.”
“No; we must act through Mrs. Philip.”
“Why?”
“It is more scientific, and it will be more amusing.”
“Poor thing! it will be a blow to her. Don’t you like her?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“Because she did not trust me, and because she eclipses me. Therefore I am glad of an opportunity of destroying her.”
“You are a very ruthless woman.”
“When I have an end in view, I march straight to it; I do not vacillate — that is all. But never mind me; here we are near home. Go to town by the first train tomorrow morning and post another letter announcing what has happened here. Then come back and wait.”
“Ay,” reflected George, “that is a wonderful woman — a woman it is good to have some hold over.”
We left Hilda stretched on her face sobbing55. But the fit did not last long. She rose, and flung open the window; she seemed stifled56 for want of air. Then she sat down to think what she should do. Vanish and leave no trace? No; not yet. Appear and claim her place? No; not yet. The time was not ripe for choice between these two extremes. Upbraid57 Philip with his faithlessness? No; not without proofs. What did that hateful letter say? “Wait and watch;” yes, that was what she would do. But she could not wait here; she felt as though she must go somewhere, get some change of scene, or she should break down. She had heard Mrs. Jacobs speak of a village not more than two hours from London that a convalescent lodger of hers had visited and found charming. She would go there for a week, and watch the spring cast her mantle58 over the earth, and listen to the laughter of the brooks59, and try to forget her burning love and jealousy, and just for that one week be happy as she was when, as a little girl, she roamed all day through the woods of her native Germany. Alas60! she forgot that it is the heart and not the scene that makes happiness.
That evening she wrote a note to her husband, saying that she felt that change of air was necessary for her, and that she was going out of London for a few days, to some quiet place, from whence she would write to him. He must not, however, expect many letters, as she wanted complete rest.
On the following morning she went; and, if the sweet spring air did not bring peace to her mind, at any rate, it to a very great extent set up her in strength. She wrote but one letter during her absence, and that was to say that she should be back in London by midday on the first of May. This letter reached Philip on the morning of the great dinner-party, and was either accidentally or on purpose sent without the writer’s address. On the morning of the first of May — that is, two days after the dinner-party, which was given on the twenty-ninth of April — Hilda rose early, and commenced to pack her things with the assistance of a stout61 servant girl, who did all the odd jobs and a great deal of the work in the old-fashioned farmhouse62 in which she was staying. Presently the cowboy came whistling up the little garden, bright with crocuses and tulips, that lay in front of the house, and knocked at the front door.
“Lawks!” said the stout girl, in accents of deep surprise, as she drew her head in from the open lattice; “Jim’s got a letter.”
“Perhaps it is for me,” suggested Hilda, a little nervously63; she had grown nervous about the post of late. “Will you go and see?”
The letter was for her, in the handwriting of Mrs. Jacobs. She opened it; it contained another addressed in the character the sight of which made her feel sick and faint. She could not trust herself to read it in the presence of the girl.
“Sally,” she said, “I feel rather faint; I shall lie down a little. I will ring for you presently.”
Sally retired64, and she opened her letter.
Fifteen minutes after the girl received her summons. She found Hilda very pale, and with a curious look upon her face.
“I hope you’re better, mum,” she said, for she was a kind-hearted girl.
“Better — ah, yes! thank you, Sally; I am cured, quite cured; but please be quick with the things, for I shall leave by the nine o’clock train.”
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