Mrs. Rusk was fond of assuring me that Madame did not like a bone in my skin. Instinctively I knew that she bore me no goodwill, although I really believe it was her wish to make me think quite the reverse. At all events I had no desire to see Madame again before her departure, especially as she had thrown upon me one momentary glance in the study, which seemed to me charged with very peculiar feelings.
You may be very sure, therefore, that I had no desire for a
p.133formal leave-taking at her departure. I took my hat and cloak, therefore, and stole out quietly.
My ramble was a sequestered one, and well screened, even at this late season, with foliage; the pathway devious among the stems of old trees, and its flooring interlaced and groined with their knotted roots. Though near the house, it was a sylvan solitude; a little brook ran darkling and glimmering through it, wild strawberries and other woodland plants strewed the ground, and the sweet notes and flutter of small birds made the shadow of the boughs cheery.
I had been fully an hour in this picturesque solitude when I heard in the distance the ring of carriage-wheels, announcing to me that Madame de la Rougierre had fairly set out upon her travels. I thanked Heaven; I could have danced and sung with delight; I heaved a great sigh and looked up through the branches to the clear blue sky.
But things are oddly timed. Just at this moment I heard Madame's voice close at my ear, and her large bony hand was laid on my shoulder. We were instantly face to faceI recoiling, and for a moment speechless with fright.
In very early youth we do not appreciate the restraints which act upon malignity, or know how effectually fear protects us where conscience is wanting. Quite alone, in this solitary spot, detected and overtaken with an awful instinct by my enemy, what might not be about to happen to me at that moment?
Frightened as usual, Maud, she said quietly, and eyeing me with a sinister smile, and with cause you think, no doubt. Wat 'av you done to injure poor Madame? Well, I think I know, little girl, and have quite discover the cleverness of my sweet little Maud. Ehis not so? Petite carogneah, ha, ha!
I was too much confounded to answer.
You see, my dear cheaile, she said, shaking her uplifted finger with a hideous archness at me, you could not hide what you 'av done from poor Madame. You cannot look so innocent but I can see your pretty little villany quite plainyou dear little diablesse.
Wat I 'av done I 'av no reproach of myself for it. If I
p.134could explain, your papa would say I 'av done right, and you should thank me on your knees; but I cannot explain yet.
She was speaking, as it were, in little paragraphs, with a momentary pause between each, to allow its meaning to impress itself.
If I were to choose to explain, your papa he would implore me to remain. But noI would notnotwithstanding your so cheerful house, your charming servants, your papa's amusing society, and your affectionate and sincere heart, my sweet little maraude.
I am to go to London first, where I 'av, oh, so good friends! next I will go abroad for some time; but be sure, my sweetest Maud, wherever I may 'appen to be, I will remember youah, ha! Yes; most certainly, I will remember you.
And although I shall not always be near, yet I shall know everything about my charming little Maud; you will not know how, but I shall indeed, everything. And be sure, my dearest cheaile, I will some time be able to give you the sensible proofs of my gratitude and affectionyou understand.
The carriage is waiting at the yew-tree stile, and I must go on. You did not expect to see mehere; I will appear, perhaps, as suddenly another time. It is great pleasure to us boththis opportunity to make our adieux. Farewell! my dearest little Maud. I will never cease to think of you, and of some way to recompense the kindness you 'av shown for poor Madame.
My hand hung by my side, and she took, not it, but my thumb, and shook it, folded in her broad palm, and looking on me as she held it, as if meditating mischief. Then suddenly she said:
You will always remember Madame, I think, and I will remind you of me beside; and for the present farewell, and I hope you may be as 'appy as you deserve.
The large sinister face looked on me for a second with its latent sneer, and then, with a sharp nod and a spasmodic shake of my imprisoned thumb, she turned, and holding her dress together, and showing her great bony ankles, she strode rapidly away over the gnarled roots into the perspective of the trees, and I did not awake, as it were, until she had quite disappeared in the distance.
Events of this kind made no difference with my father; but every other face in Knowl was gladdened by the removal. My energies had returned, my spirits were come again. The sunlight was happy, the flowers innocent, the songs and flutter of the birds once more gay, and all nature delightful and rejoicing.
After the first elation of relief, now and then a filmy shadow of Madame de la Rougierre would glide across the sunlight, and the remembrance of her menace return with an unexpected pang of fear.
Well, if there isn't impittens! cried Mrs. Rusk. But never you trouble your head about it, Miss. Them sort's all alikeyou never saw a rogue yet that was found out and didn't threaten the honest folk as he was leaving behind with all sorts; there was Martin the gamekeeper, and Jervis the footman, I mind well how hard they swore all they would not do when they was a-going, and who ever heard of them since? They always threatens that waythem sort always does, and none ever the worsenot but she would if she could, mind ye, but there it is; she can't do nothing but bite her nails and cuss usnot sheha, ha, ha!
So I was comforted. But Madame's evil smile, nevertheless, from time to time, would sail across my vision with a silent menace, and my spirits sank, and a Fate, draped in black, whose face I could not see, took me by the hand, and led me away, in the spirit, silently, on an awful exploration from which I would rouse myself with a start, and Madame was gone for a while.
She had, however, judged her little parting well. She contrived to leave her glamour over me, and in my dreams she troubled me.
I was, however, indescribably relieved. I wrote in high spirits to Cousin Monica; and wondered what plans my father might have formed about me, and whether we were to stay at home, or go to London, or go abroad. Of the lastthe pleasantest arrangement, in some respectsI had nevertheless an occult horror. A secret conviction haunted me that were we to go abroad, we should there meet Madame, which to me was like meeting an evil genius.
I have said more than once that my father was an odd man;
p.136and the reader will, by this time, have seen that there was much about him not easily understood. I often wondered whether, if he had been franker, I should have found him less odd than I supposed, or more odd still. Things that moved me profoundly did not apparently affect him at all. The departure of Madame, under the circumstances which attended it, appeared to my childish mind an event of the vastest importance. No one was indifferent to the occurrence in the house but its master. He never alluded again to Madame de la Rougierre. But whether connected with her exposure and dismissal, I could not say, there did appear to be some new care or trouble now at work in my father's mind.
I have been thinking a great deal about you, Maud. I am anxious. I have not been so troubled for years. Why has not Monica Knollys a little more sense?
This oracular sentence he spoke, having stopped me in the hall; and then saying, We shall see, he left me as abruptly as he appeared.
Did he apprehend any danger to me from the vindictiveness of Madame?
A day or two afterwards, as I was in the Dutch garden, I saw him on the terrace steps. He beckoned to me, and came to meet me as I approached.
You must be very solitary, little Maud; it is not good. I have written to Monica; in a matter of detail she is competent to advise; perhaps she will come here for a short visit.
I was very glad to hear this.
You are more interested than for my time I can be, in vindicating his character.
Whose character, sir? I ventured to enquire during the pause that followed.
One trick which my father had acquired from his habits of solitude and silence was this of assuming that the context of his thoughts was legible to others, forgetting that they had not been spoken.
Whose?your uncle Silas's. In the course of nature he must survive me. He will then represent the family name. Would you make some sacrifice to clear that name, Maud?
I answered briefly; but my face, I believe, showed my enthusiasm.
He turned on me such an approving smile as you might fancy lighting up the rugged features of a pale old Rembrandt.
I can tell you, Maud; if my life could have done it, it should not have been undoneubi lapsus, quid feci. But I had almost made up my mind to change my plan, and leave all to timeedax rerumto illuminate or to consume. But I think little Maud would like to contribute to the restitution of her family name. It may cost you somethingare you willing to buy it at a sacrifice? Is thereI don't speak of fortune, that is not involvedbut is there any other honourable sacrifice you would shrink from to dispel the disgrace under which our most ancient and honourable name must otherwise continue to languish?
Oh, nonenone, indeed, sirI am delighted!
Again I saw the Rembrandt smile.
Well, Maud, I am sure there is no risk; but you are to suppose there is. Are you still willing to accept it?
Again I assented.
You are worthy of your blood, Maud Ruthyn. It will come soon, and it won't last long. But you must not let people like Monica Knollys frighten you.
I was lost in wonder.
If you allow them to possess you with their follies, you had better recede in timethey may make the ordeal as terrible as hell itself. You have zealhave you nerve?
I thought in such a cause I had nerve for anything.
Well, Maud, in the course of a few monthsand it may be soonerthere must be a change. I have had a letter from London this morning that assures me of that. I must then leave you for a time; in my absence be faithful to the duties that will arise. To whom much is committed, of him much will be required. You shall promise me not to mention this conversation to Monica Knollys. If you are a talking girl, and cannot trust yourself, say so, and we will not ask her to come. Also, don't invite her to talk about your Uncle SilasI have reasons. Do you quite understand my conditions?
Your uncle Silas, he said, speaking suddenly in loud and fierce tones that sounded from so old a man almost terrible, lies under an intolerable slander. I don't correspond with him; I don't sympathize with him; I never quite did. He has grown religious, and that's well; but there are things in which even religion should not bring a man to acquiesce; and from what I can learn, he, the person primarily affectedthe cause, though the innocent causeof this great calamitybears it with an easy apathy which is mistaken, and liable easily to be mistaken, and such as no Ruthyn, under the circumstances, ought to exhibit. I told him what he ought to do, and offered to open my purse for the purpose; but he would not, or did not; indeed, he never took my advice; he followed his own, and a foul and dismal shoal he has drifted on. It is not for his sakewhy should I?that I have longed and laboured to remove the disgraceful slur under which his ill-fortune had thrown us. He troubles himself little about it, I believehe's meek, meeker than I. He cares less about his children than I about you, Maud; he is selfishly sunk in futuritya feeble visionary. I am not so. I believe it to be a duty to take care of others beside myself. The character and influence of an ancient family is a peculiar heritagesacred but destructible; and woe to him who either destroys or suffers it to perish!
This was the longest speech I ever heard my father speak before or after. He abruptly resumed:
Yes, we will, Maudyou and Iwe'll leave one proof on record, which, fairly read, will go far to convince the world.
He looked round, but we were alone. The garden was nearly always solitary, and few visitors ever approached the house from that side.
I have talked too long, I believe; we are children to the last. Leave me, Maud. I think I know you better than I did, and I am pleased with you. Go, childI'll sit here.
If he had acquired new ideas of me, so had I of him from that interview. I had no idea till then how much passion still burned in that aged frame, nor how full of energy and fire that face, generally so stern and ashen, could appear. As I left him seated
p.139on the rustic chair, by the steps, the traces of that storm were still discernible on his features. His gathered brows, glowing eyes, and strangely hectic face, and the grim compression of his mouth, still showed the agitation which, somehow, in grey of age, shocks and alarms the young.