Rattlin the Reefer Part 40

When the curtains were let fall, thus intercepting the light from the bayed windows, there was still sufficient from the three sash-windows on the left of this large apartment to give splendour to what would then become the inner room.

The heavy draperies that hung between the pillars were drawn up, but the light muslin was dropped even with the rich Turkey carpet, through which I caught but a dim and glowing view of the recess. It was, as nearly as I can recollect, about three o'clock in the afternoon; and the sun, just dallying with the top of the trees in the distant Kensington Gardens, sent his level beams directly through the large windows, and the orange-trees and exotics that were placed about them.

I advanced to the screen; and when close upon it, I perceived the figure, though but faintly, of Mrs Causand, reclining upon a couch. I paused--I do not think, on account of the distribution of the light, that she could have seen me through the veil that intervened between us.

I dared not break through it without a summons; and there I stood, for two unpleasant minutes, endeavouring to imagine of what nature my reception would be; and whether a lady surrounded by so much magnificence would listen to the appeal of her former pet-playfellow.

At this time, it was the fas.h.i.+on, in full dress, to show the whole of the arm bare to the shoulder. At length, from out of the ma.s.s of rich shawls, there was lifted the white, rounded, exquisitively shaped, though somewhat large, arm of the lady, beckoning me to enter; but sound there was none. "She is delighted to play the empress," said I, as I pushed aside the curtain, and stood before her in her odoriferous sanctum.

Verily, in the pride of her beauty, she never looked more beautiful.

She was in full dress--and, as I surveyed her in mute admiration, and my mind was busy at once with the past and the present, I p.r.o.nounced her improved since I had last seen her; for I could perceive no difference in her countenance, except that her rounded and cla.s.sic cheek glowed with a ruddier hue, and her eyes sparkled with a more restless fire.

I stood before her at the foot of the couch, and my heart confessed that the perfection of womanly beauty lay beneath my wondering eyes, but a beauty which, if in smiles, would rather madden with voluptuousness, than subdue with tenderness, and, if in repose, seemed to command wors.h.i.+p, more than solicit affection.

As I stood mutely there, I looked into her regal countenance for some encouragement to speak--I saw none. I then strove to read there the sentiment then pa.s.sing in her mind, and to my confusion, to my dismay, it seemed to me that she was endeavouring to conquer in her countenance the expression of pain. I watched intently--I was not deceived--a sudden convulsion pa.s.sed over her features, succeeded by the paleness of an instant, and then a gush of tears--I was moved, almost to weeping, yet dared not advance. Her tears were hurried off instantly; and then again her dear smile of former days sunned up her countenance into something heavenly.

CHAPTER SIXTY SIX.

RALPH BEGINNETH A CONVERSATION TOTALLY BEYOND HIS COMPREHENSION, AND YET COMPREHENDETH MORE THAN THE CONVERSATION IS MEANT TO CONVEY--HE FEELETH SOME INCLINATION TOWARDS LOVE-MAKING, BUT CHECKETH HIMSELF VALIANTLY.

"My own brave Ralph," said she, extending to me both her hands.

"Your schoolboy lover," said I: an immense weight of anxiety removed from my mind, as I kissed her jewelled fingers.

"Hush, Ralph! such words are vanities--but ask me not why? Oh, my dear boy, make the most of this visit--"

"I will, I will--how beautiful you are! how very, very beautiful!"

"Am I?--I rejoice to hear you say so! Ralph, speak to me as my own devoted, my more than loved friend--by all the affection that I have lavished on you, speak to me truly; do you, dearest Ralph, see no alteration in me?"

"A little," said I, smiling triumphantly, "a very little, for there was never room for much--you are a little more beautiful than when I last beheld you."

"Thank you--you have given me more happiness by the fervent honesty of that speech than I have experienced for days and weeks, nay, months before. Stand from me, and let me look at you--you, Ralph, are also much, very much improved--perhaps there is a little too much cast of thought upon your brow--that thought is a sad wrinkle maker--but, Ralph, you are not well dressed. But come and sit by me now, there, on that low footstool. I always loved to play thus with your pretty curls--I wish that they were a shade darker; as you have grown so manly, it would have been as well. Truly, as I look into the ingenuous brightness of your countenance, the joys of past happy hours seem to wing themselves back, and whisper to me that word so little understood--Happiness. But, Ralph, we will be alone together for this day at least--you shall dine with me here--we will have no interruption--you shall tell me all your deeds of arms--and, you naughty boy, of love also. Reach that bell, and ring it--but gently."

I obeyed, and the same handsome young lady, whom I had before seen, answered the silver summons. She glided in, and stooped over to Mrs Causand, as she lay on the couch, and their short conference was in whispers. As she retired, I was rather puzzled by the deep sorrow on her countenance, and the unfeigned look of pity with which she regarded her mistress or her friend. When we were again alone, I resumed my low seat, and was growing rather pa.s.sionate over one of her beautiful hands, when, looking down, apparently much pleased with these silly endearments, she said, "Yes, Ralph, make the most of it; hand and heart, all, all are yours, for the little s.p.a.ce that they will be mine."

Strange and disloyal thoughts began their turmoil in my bosom; and speculation was busy, and prospects of vanity began to dance before my eyes. Old enough to be my mother! What then? Mother! the thought brought with it the black train of ideas of which Daunton was the demoniac leader. He had a.s.serted that the superb woman before me might claim from me the affection of a son. I then felt most strongly that I was not there to play any ridiculous part.

The protestations that I was about to utter died on my lips--I spake not, but pressed the hand that I held to my heart.

"Now, Ralph," said Mrs Causand, "relate to me all the wonders that you have encountered--speak lowly"--and she threw a white and very thin handkerchief over her face.

"But, my dear madam, why may I not gaze upon the countenance that you know is very dear to me? And this setting sun--how glorious! Do you know that, at his rising and his setting, I have often thought of you?

Pray come to the window, and look upon it before it is quite hid among the trees."

"Ralph, by all the love that I bore your mother, by the affection that I bear to you, do not talk to me of setting suns! I dread to look upon them. You ask me to rise--oh, son of my best friend--know, that I cannot--without a.s.sistance--without danger--I am on my sick-couch--on my dying bed--they tell me--me--me, whom you just now so praised for improved beauty, that my days are numbered--but, I believe them not-- no--no--no--but hush, softly!--I may not agitate myself--you, my sweet boy, have surely come to me the blessed messenger of health--your finger shall turn back the hand upon the dial, and years, whole years of happiness, shall be yours and mine."

"Inscrutable Ruler of heaven!" I exclaimed, "it is impossible! You are but trying my affection--you do but wish to witness the depth of my agony--you would prove me--but this is with a torture too cruel. Say-- oh, say--my dear Mrs Causand, that you are trifling with me--you--you are now the only friend that I have upon earth!"

"These emotions, my dear boy, will slay me outright--the monster is now, even now, grappling with me--give me your hand." She took it, and placed it over the region of her heart. The shock it gave me was electric--that heart trembled beneath her bosom rapidly as flutter the wings of the dying bird--then paused--then went on. I looked into her face, and saw again the instant and momentary pallor, that had surprised me so much on my first entrance. The paroxysm was as short as it was violent, and her features again returned to their usual placidity of majestic beauty.

"You know it all now, Ralph--the least motion sets my heart in this unaccountable fury--and--alas, alas! every attack is more acute than the last. They tell me that I am dying--I cannot believe it. I cannot even comprehend it. I have none of the symptoms of death upon me.

Everything around me breathes of health and happiness--you alone were wanting to complete the scene--you are here--no--no, I will not die.

Had my hair whitened, my form bowed, my complexion withered--why, then-- I might have been reconciled--but, no--it is impossible--no--no--Ralph, I am _not_ dying."

"Fervently do I pray G.o.d that you are not. It also seems to me impossible--but still, the youngest of us cannot always escape--hoping, trusting, relying on the best, we should be prepared for the worst."

"But I am not prepared," she exclaimed, with a fierce energy that breathed defiance; and then, relapsing into a profound melancholy, she mournfully continued--"and I cannot prepare myself."

"Have you spoken to a clergyman?" said I, not knowing exactly what else to say. "Is not this some book of divine consolation?"

I took it up; it was the popular novel of the day, ent.i.tled, "The Rising Sun." What a profound mockery for a deathbed!

"I tell you, my dear Ralph, that you must not agitate me. Talk of anything but my approaching death--for know, that I am resolved _not_ to die. To-morrow there will be a consultation over my case of the very first of the medical faculty in the world. Ralph, do not you league together with the rest of the world, and condemn me to an untimely death."

"Untimely, indeed."

She had now evidently talked too much; she closed her eyes, and seemed to enjoy a peaceful and refres.h.i.+ng slumber. I sat by and watched her.

Was I then in a sick-chamber?--was that personification of beauty doomed? I looked round, and p.r.o.nounced it incredible. I gazed upon the rec.u.mbent figure before me, so still, so living, and yet so death-like-- and moralised upon the utter deception of appearances.

At length she awoke, apparently much reanimated.

"My dear Ralph," said she, "why are you not in mourning?"

"I understand you--and I perceive that you are now in black. But I must not disturb you--yet, if I dared, I would ask you one question--oh, in pity answer it--was she my mother?"

"Does death absolve us from our oaths?"

"I am not, dear lady, casuist enough to answer you that question. But do you know that I have become a desperate character lately? I write myself man, and will prove the authenticity of the signature with my life. I have renounced my profession--every pursuit, every calling, every thought--that may stand between me and the development of the mystery of my birth. It is the sole purpose of my life--the whole devotion of my existence."

"Ralph--a foolish one--just now. Bide the course of events."

"I will not--if I can control them. Through this detestable mystery, I have been insulted, reviled--a wretch has had the hardihood, the turpitude, to brand both you and me--me as the base-born child, and you as the ignominious parent."

"Who, who, who?"

"A pale-faced, handsome, short, smooth-worded villain, with a voice that I now recognise, for the first time--a coward--a swindler, that calls himself, undoubtedly among other aliases--"

"Stop, Ralph, in misery!" and, for the first time, she sat upright on her couch. "The crisis of a whole life is at hand--I must go through it, if I die on the spot--ring again for Miss Tremayne."

The gentle and quiet lady was soon at Mrs Causand's side. There was a little whispering pa.s.sed between them, some medicines put on the small work-table near the head of the couch, and, finally, a tolerably large packet of papers. She then cautioned Mrs Causand most emphatically to keep herself tranquil, and, bowing to me slightly, glided out of the room.

CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN.

THE VEIL IS FAST DROPPING FROM BEFORE RALPH'S MYSTERIOUS PARENTAGE-- STRANGE DISCLOSURES, AND MUCH GOOD EVIDENCE THAT THIS IS A VERY BAD WORLD--RALPH'S LOVE-SYMPTOMS ARE FAST SUBSIDING.