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Barr + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Maid of Maiden Lane + +Author: Amelia E. Barr + +Release Date: May, 2004 [EBook #5757] +First Posted: August 28, 2002 +Last Updated: November 21, 2018 + + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE MAID OF MAIDEN LANE *** + + +Etext produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team. + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + +</pre> + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + THE MAID OF MAIDEN LANE + </h1> + <h3> + A Sequel to “The Bow of Orange Ribbon.” A Love Story + </h3> + <h2> + By Amelia E. Barr + </h2> + <h3> + Author of “The Bow of Orange Ribbon,” “Friend Olivia,” + etc. + </h3> + <h4> + 1900 + </h4> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I — THE HOME OF CORNELIA MORAN </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II — THIS IS THE WAY OF LOVE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III — HYDE AND ARENTA </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV — THROWING THINGS INTO CONFUSION + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V — TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI — AUNT ANGELICA </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII — ARENTA’S MARRIAGE </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII — TWO PROPOSALS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX — MISDIRECTED LETTERS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X — LIFE TIED IN A KNOT </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI — WE HAVE DONE WITH TEARS AND + TREASONS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII — A HEART THAT WAITS </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII — THE NEW DAYS COME </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV — “HUSH! LOVE IS HERE!” + </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I — THE HOME OF CORNELIA MORAN + </h2> + <p> + Never, in all its history, was the proud and opulent city of New York more + glad and gay than in the bright spring days of + Seventeen-Hundred-and-Ninety-One. It had put out of sight every trace of + British rule and occupancy, all its homes had been restored and + re-furnished, and its sacred places re-consecrated and adorned. Like a + young giant ready to run a race, it stood on tiptoe, eager for adventure + and discovery—sending ships to the ends of the world, and round the + world, on messages of commerce and friendship, and encouraging with + applause and rewards that wonderful spirit of scientific invention, which + was the Epic of the youthful nation. The skies of Italy were not bluer + than the skies above it; the sunshine of Arcadia not brighter or more + genial. It was a city of beautiful, and even splendid, homes; and all the + length and breadth of its streets were shaded by trees, in whose green + shadows dwelt and walked some of the greatest men of the century. + </p> + <p> + These gracious days of Seventeen-Hundred-and-Ninety-One were also the + early days of the French Revolution, and fugitives from the French court—princes + and nobles, statesmen and generals, sufficient for a new Iliad, loitered + about the pleasant places of Broadway and Wall Street, Broad Street, and + Maiden Lane. They were received with courtesy, and even with hospitality, + although America at that date almost universally sympathized with the + French Republicans, whom they believed to be the pioneers of political + freedom on the aged side of the Atlantic. The merchants on Exchange, the + Legislators in their Council Chambers, the working men on the wharves and + streets, the loveliest women in their homes, and walks, and drives, alike + wore the red cockade. The Marseillaise was sung with The Star Spangled + Banner; and the notorious Carmagnole could be heard every hour of the day—on + stated days, officially, at the Belvedere Club. Love for France, hatred + for England, was the spirit of the age; it effected the trend of commerce, + it dominated politics, it was the keynote of conversation wherever men and + women congregated. + </p> + <p> + Yet the most pronounced public feeling always carries with it a note of + dissent, and it was just at this day that dissenting opinion began to make + itself heard. The horrors of Avignon, and of Paris, the brutality with + which the royal family had been treated, and the abolition of all + religious ties and duties, had many and bitter opponents. The clergy + generally declared that “men had better be without liberty, than + without God,” and a prominent judge had ventured to say publicly + that “Revolution was a dangerous chief justice.” + </p> + <p> + In these days of wonderful hopes and fears there was, in Maiden Lane, a + very handsome residence—an old house even in the days of Washington, + for Peter Van Clyffe had built it early in the century as a bridal present + to his daughter when she married Philip Moran, a lawyer who grew to + eminence among colonial judges. The great linden trees which shaded the + garden had been planted by Van Clyffe; so also had the high hedges of cut + boxwood, and the wonderful sweet briar, which covered the porch and framed + all the windows filling the open rooms in summer time with the airs of + Paradise. On all these lovely things the old Dutchman had stamped his + memory, so that, even to the third generation, he was remembered with an + affection, that every springtime renewed. + </p> + <p> + One afternoon in April, 1791, two men were standing talking opposite to + the entrance gates of this pleasant place. They were Captain Joris Van + Heemskirk, a member of the Congress then sitting in Federal Hall, Broad + Street, and Jacobus Van Ariens, a wealthy citizen, and a deacon in the + Dutch Church. Van Heemskirk had helped to free his own country and was now + eager to force the centuries and abolish all monarchies. Consequently, he + believed in France; the tragedies she had been enacting in the holy name + of Liberty, though they had saddened, had, hitherto, not discouraged him. + He only pitied the more men who were trying to work out their social + salvation, without faith in either God or man. But the news received that + morning had almost killed his hopes for the spread of republican ideas in + Europe. + </p> + <p> + “Van Ariens,” he said warmly, “this treatment of King + Louis and his family is hardly to be believed. It is too much, and too + far. If King George had been our prisoner we should have behaved towards + him with humanity. After this, no one can foresee what may happen in + France.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the truth, my friend,” answered Van Ariens. “The + good Domine thinks that any one who can do so might also understand the + Revelations. The French have gone mad. They are tigers, sir, and I care + not whether tigers walk on four feet or on two. WE won our freedom without + massacres.” + </p> + <p> + “WE had Washington and Franklin, and other good and wise leaders who + feared God and loved men.” + </p> + <p> + “So I said to the Count de Moustier but one hour ago. But I did not + speak to him of the Almighty, because he is an atheist. Yet if we were + prudent and merciful it was because we are religious. When men are + irreligious, the Lord forsakes them; and if bloodshed and bankruptcy + follow it is not to be wondered at.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true, Van Ariens; and it is also the policy of England to + let France destroy herself.” “Well, then, if France likes the + policy of England, it is her own affair. But I am angry at France; she has + stabbed Liberty in Europe for one thousand years. A French Republic! Bah! + France is yet fit for nothing but a despotism. I wish the Assembly had + more control—” + </p> + <p> + “The Assembly!” cried Van Heemskirk scornfully. “I wish + that Catherine of Russia were now Queen of France in the place of that + poor Marie Antoinette. Catherine would make Frenchmen write a different + page in history. As to Paris, I think, then, the devil never sowed a + million crimes in more fruitful ground.” + </p> + <p> + “Look now, Captain, I am but a tanner and currier, as you know, but + I have had experiences; and I do not believe in the future of a people who + are without a God and without a religion.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, so it is, Van Ariens. I will now be silent, and wait for the + echo; but I fear that God has not yet said ‘Let there be peace.’ + I saw you last night at Mr. Hamilton’s with your son and daughter. + You made a noble entrance.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, the truth is the truth. My Arenta is worth looking at; + and as for Rem, he was not made in a day. There are generations of Zealand + sailors behind him; and, to be sure, you may see the ocean in his grey + eyes and fresh open face. God is good, who gives us boys and girls to sit + so near our hearts.” + </p> + <p> + “And such a fair, free city for a home!” said Van Heemskirk as + he looked up and down the sunshiny street. “New York is not perfect, + but we love her. Right or wrong, we love her; just as we love our mother, + and our little children.” + </p> + <p> + “That, also, is what the Domine says,” answered Van Ariens; + “and yet, he likes not that New York favours the French so much. + When Liberty has no God, and no Sabbath day, and no heaven, and no hell, + the Domine is not in favour of Liberty. He is uneasy for the country, and + for his church; and if he could take his whole flock to heaven at once, + that would please him most of all.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a good man. With you, last night, was a little maid—a + great beauty I thought her—but I knew her not. Is she then a + stranger?” + </p> + <p> + “A stranger! Come, come! The little one is a very child of New York. + She is the daughter of Dr. Moran—Dr. John, as we all call him.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, look now, I thought in her face there was something that went + to my heart and memory.” + </p> + <p> + “And, as you know, that is his house across the street from us, and + it was his father’s house, and his grandfather’s house; and + before that, the Morans lived in Winckle Street; and before that, in the + Lady’s Valley; so, then, when Van Clyffe built this house for them, + they only came back to their first home. Yes, it is so. The Morans have + seen the birth of this city. Who, then, can be less of a stranger in it + than the little beauty, Cornelia?” + </p> + <p> + “As you say, Van Ariens.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet, in one way, she is a stranger. Such a little one she was, + when the coming of the English sent the family apart and away. To the army + went the Doctor, and there he stayed, till the war was over. Mrs. Moran + took her child, and went to her father’s home in Philadelphia. When + those redcoats went away forever from New York, the Morans came back here, + but the little girl they left in the school at Bethlehem, where those good + Moravian Sisters have made her so sweet as themselves; so pure! so + honest-hearted! so clever! It was only last month she came back to New + York, and few people have seen her; and yet this is the truth—she is + the sweetest maid in Maiden Lane; though up this side, and down that side, + are some beauties—the daughters of Peter Sylvester; and of Jacob + Beckley; and of Claes Vandolsom. Oh, yes! and many others. I speak not of + my Arenta. But look now! It is the little maid herself, that is coming + down the street.” + </p> + <p> + “And it is my grandson who is at her side. The rascal! He ought now + to be reading his law books in Mr. Hamilton’s office. But what will + you? The race of young men with old heads on their shoulders is not yet + born—a God’s mercy it is not!” + </p> + <p> + “We also have been young, Van Heemskirk.” + </p> + <p> + “I forget not, my friend. My Joris sees not me, and I will not see + him.” Then the two old men were silent, but their eyes were fixed on + the youth and maiden, who were slowly advancing towards them; the sun’s + westering rays making a kind of glory for them to walk in. + </p> + <p> + She might have stepped out of the folded leaves of a rosebud, so lovely + was her face, framed in its dark curls, and shaded by a gypsy bonnet of + straw tied under her chin with primrose-coloured ribbons. Her dress was of + some soft, green material; and she carried in her hand a bunch of + daffodils. She was small, but exquisitely formed, and she walked with + fearlessness and distinction Yet there was around her an angelic gravity, + and that indefinable air of solitude, which she had brought from innocent + studies and long seclusion from the tumult and follies of life. + </p> + <p> + Of all this charming womanhood the young man at her side was profoundly + conscious. He was the gallant gentleman of his day, hardly touching the + tips of her fingers, but quite ready to fall on his knees before her. A + tall, sunbrowned, military-looking young man, as handsome as a Greek god, + with eyes of heroic form; lustrous, and richly fringed; and a beautiful + mouth, at once sensitive and seductive. He was also very finely dressed, + in the best and highest mode; and he wore his sword as if it were a part + of himself. It was no more in his way than if it were his right arm. + Indeed, all his movements were full of confidence and ease; and yet it was + the vivacity, vitality, and ready response of his face that was most + attractive. + </p> + <p> + His wonderful eyes were bent upon the maid at his side; he saw no other + earthly thing. With a respectful eagerness, full of admiration, he talked + to her; and she answered his words—whatever they were—with a + smile that might have moved mountains. They passed the two old men without + any consciousness of their presence, and Van Heemskirk smiled, and then + sighed, and then said softly— + </p> + <p> + “So much youth, and beauty, and happiness! It is a benediction to + have seen it! I shall not reprove Joris at this time. But now I must go + back to Federal Hall; the question of the Capital makes me very anxious. + Every man of standing must feel so.” + </p> + <p> + “And I must go to my tan pits, for it is the eye of the master that + makes the good servant. You will vote for New York, Van Heemskirk?—that + is a question I need not to ask?” + </p> + <p> + “Where else should the capital of our nation be? I think that + Philadelphia has great presumptions to propose herself against New York:—this + beautiful city between the two rivers, with the Atlantic Ocean at her + feet!” + </p> + <p> + “You say what is true, Van Heemskirk. God has made New York the + capital, and the capital she will be; and no man can prevent it. It was + only yesterday that Senator Greyson from Virginia told me that the + Southern States are against Philadelphia. She is very troublesome to the + Southern States, day by day dogging them with her schemes for + emancipation. It is the way to make us unfriends.” + </p> + <p> + “I think this, Van Ariens: Philadelphia may win the vote at this + time; she has the numbers, and she has ‘persuasions’; but look + you! NEW YORK HAS THE SHIPS AND THE COMMERCE, AND THE SEA WILL CROWN HER! + ‘The harvest of the rivers is her revenue; and she is the mart of + nations.’ That is what Domine Kunz said in the House this morning, + and you may find the words in the prophecy of Isaiah, the twenty-third + chapter.” + </p> + <p> + During this conversation they had forgotten all else, and when their eyes + turned to the Moran house the vision of youth and beauty had dissolved. + Van Heemskirk’s grandson, Lieutenant Hyde, was hastening towards + Broadway; and the lovely Cornelia Moran was sauntering up the garden of + her home, stooping occasionally to examine the pearl-powdered auriculas or + to twine around its support some vine, straggling out of its proper place. + </p> + <p> + Then Van Ariens hurried down to his tanning pits in the swamp; and Van + Heemskirk went thoughtfully to Broad Street; walking slowly, with his left + arm laid across his back, and his broad, calm countenance beaming with + that triumph which he foresaw for the city he loved. When he reached + Federal Hall, he stood a minute in the doorway; and with inspired eyes + looked at the splendid, moving picture; then he walked proudly toward the + Hall of Representatives, saying to himself, with silent exultation as he + went: + </p> + <p> + “The Seat of Government! Let who will, have it; New York is the + Crowning City. Her merchants shall be princes, her traffickers the + honourable of the earth; the harvest of her rivers shall be her royal + revenue, and the marts of all nations shall be in her streets.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II — THIS IS THE WAY OF LOVE + </h2> + <p> + Cornelia lingered in the garden, because she had suddenly, and as yet + unconsciously, entered into that tender mystery, so common and so + sovereign, which we call Love. In Hyde’s presence she had been + suffused with a bewildering, profound emotion, which had fallen on her as + the gentle showers fall, to make the flowers of spring. A shy happiness, a + trembling delightful feeling never known before, filled her heart. This + handsome youth, whom she had only seen twice, and in the most formal + manner, affected her as no other mortal had ever done. She was a little + afraid; something, she knew not what, of mystery and danger and delight, + was between them; and she did not feel that she could speak of it. It + seemed, indeed, as if she would need a special language to do so. + </p> + <p> + “I have met him but twice,” she thought; “and it is as + if I had a new, strange, exquisite life. Ought I tell my mother? But how + can I? I have no words to explain—I do not understand—I + thought it would break my heart to leave the good Sisters and my studies, + and the days so calm and holy; and now—I do not even wish to go + back. Sister Langaard told me it would be so if I let the world come into + my soul—Alas! if I should be growing wicked!” + </p> + <p> + The thought made her start; she hastened her steps towards the large + entrance door, and as she approached it a negro in a fine livery of blue + and white threw the door wide open for her. Answering his bow with a kind + word, she turned quickly out of the hall, into a parlour full of sunshine. + A lady sat there hemstitching a damask napkin; a lady of dainty plainness, + with a face full of graven experiences and mellowed character. Purity was + the first, and the last, impression she gave. And when her eyes were + dropped this idea was emphasized by their beautiful lids; for nowhere is + the flesh so divine as in the eyelids. And Ava Moran’s eyelids were + full of holy secrets; they gave the impression of a spiritual background + which was not seen, but which could be felt. As Cornelia entered she + looked up with a smile, and said, as she slightly raised her work, “it + is the last of the dozen, Cornelia.” + </p> + <p> + “You make me ashamed of my idleness, mother. Have I been a long time + away?” + </p> + <p> + “Longer than was unnecessary, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “I went to Embree’s for the linen thread, and he had just + opened some English gauzes and lute-strings. Mrs. Willets was choosing a + piece for a new gown, for she is to dine with the President next week, and + she was so polite as to ask my opinion about the goods. Afterwards, I + walked to Wall Street with her; and coming back I met, on Broadway, + Lieutenant Hyde—and he gave me these flowers—they came from + Prince’s nursery gardens—and, then, he walked home with me. + Was it wrong? I mean was it polite—I mean the proper thing to + permit? I knew not how to prevent it.” + </p> + <p> + “How often have you met Lieutenant Hyde?” + </p> + <p> + “I met him for the first time last night. He was at the Sylvesters’, + and I danced three times with him.” + </p> + <p> + “That was too often.” + </p> + <p> + “He talked with father, and father did not oppose my dancing.” + </p> + <p> + “Your father thinks of nothing, now, but the Capital question. I + dare say, after he had asked Lieutenant Hyde how he felt on that subject + he never thought of the young man again. And pray what did Lieutenant Hyde + say to you this afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “He gave me the flowers, and he told me about a beautiful opera, of + which I have never before heard. It is called Figaro. He says, in Europe, + nothing is played, or sung, or whistled, but—Figaro; that nobody + goes to any opera but—Figaro; and that I do not know the most + charming music in the world if I do not know—Figaro. He asked + permission to bring me some of the airs to-night, and I said some + civilities. I think they meant ‘Yes.’ Did I do wrong, mother?” + </p> + <p> + “I will say ‘no,’ my dear; as you have given the + invitation. But to prevent an appearance of too exclusive intimacy, write + to Arenta, and ask her and Rem to take tea with us. Balthazar will carry + the note at once.” + </p> + <p> + “Mother, Arenta has bought a blue lute string. Shall I not also have + a new gown? The gauzes are very sweet and genteel, and I think Mrs. Jay + will not forget to ask me to her dance next week. Mr. Jefferson is sure to + be there, and I wish to walk a minuet with him.” + </p> + <p> + “Your father does not approve of Mr. Jefferson. He has not spoken to + him since his return from France. He goes too far—IN HIS WORDS.” + </p> + <p> + “But all the ladies of distinction are proud to be seen in his + company; and pray what is there against him?” + </p> + <p> + “Only his politics, Cornelia. I think New York has gone mad on that + subject. Madame Barens will not speak to her son, because he is a + Federalist; and Madame Lefferts will not speak to HER son, because he is + NOT a Federalist. Mr. Jefferson, also, is thought to favour Philadelphia + for the capital; and your father is as hot on this subject as he was on + the Constitution. My dear, you will find that society is torn in two by + politics.” + </p> + <p> + “But women have nothing to do with politics.” + </p> + <p> + “They have everything to do with politics. They always have had. You + are not now in a Moravian school, Cornelia; and Bethlehem is not New York. + The two places look at life from different standpoints.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, as I am to live in New York, why was I sent to Bethlehem?” + </p> + <p> + “You were sent to Bethlehem to learn how to live in New York,—or + in any other place. Where have you seen Mr. Jefferson?” + </p> + <p> + “I saw him this afternoon, in Cedar Street. He wore his red coat and + breeches; and it was then I formed the audacious intention of dancing with + him. I told Mrs. Willets of it; and she said, ‘Mr. Jefferson carried + the Declaration on his shoulders, and would not dare to bow;’ and + then with such a queer little laugh she asked me ‘if his red + breeches did not make me think of the guillotine?’ I do not think + Mrs. Willets likes Mr. Jefferson very much; but, all the same, I wish to + dance once with him. I think it will be something to talk about when I am + an old woman.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear one, that is so far off. Go now, and write to Arenta. Young + Mr. Hyde and Figaro will doubtless bring her here.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope so; for Arenta has an agreeableness that fits every + occasion.” She had been folding up, with deliberate neatness, the + strings of her bonnet, as she talked, and she rose with these words and + went out of the parlour; but she went slowly, with a kind of hesitation, + as if something had been left unsaid. + </p> + <p> + About six o’clock Arenta Van Ariens made a personal response to her + friend’s message. She was all excitement and expectation. “What + a delightful surprise!” she cried. “To-day has been a day to + be praised. It has ticked itself away to wonders and astonishments. Who do + you think called on me this afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “Tell me plainly, Arenta. I never could guess for an answer.” + </p> + <p> + “No less a person than Madame Kippon. Gertrude Kippon is going to be + married! She is going to marry a French count! And madame is beside + herself with the great alliance.” + </p> + <p> + “I heard my father say that Madame Kippon had ‘the French + disease’ in a dangerous form.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, that is certain. She has put the Sabbath day out of her + calendar; and her daughter’s marriage is to be a legal one only. I + wonder what good Dr. Kunz will say to that! As for me, I lost all patience + with madame’s rigmarole of philosophies—for I am not inclined + to philosophy—and indeed I had some difficulty to keep my temper; + you know that it is occasionally quite unmanageable.” + </p> + <p> + Cornelia smiled understandingly, and answered with a smile, “I hope, + however, that you did not put her to death, Arenta.” + </p> + <p> + “I have, at least, buried her, as far as I am concerned. And my + father says I am not to go to the marriage; that I am not even to drink a + cup of tea with her again. If my father had been at home—or even Rem—she + would not have left our house with all her colours flying; but I am + good-natured, I have no tongue worth speaking of.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, Arenta! I shall be indeed astonished if you did not say + one or two provoking words.” + </p> + <p> + “I said only three, Cornelia. When madame finally declared—‘she + really must go home,’ I did answer, as sweetly as possible, ‘Thank + you, madame!’ That was something I could say with becoming + politeness.” + </p> + <p> + Cornelia was tying the scarlet ribbon which held back her flowing hair, + but she turned and looked at Arenta, and asked, “Did madame boast + any afterwards?” + </p> + <p> + “No; she went away very modestly, and I was not sorry to see the + angry surprise on her face. Gertrude Kippon a countess! Only imagine it! + Well, then, I have no doubt the Frenchman will make of Gertrude—whatever + can be made of her.” + </p> + <p> + “Our drawing-rooms, and even our streets, are full of titles,” + said Cornelia; “I think it is a distinction to be plain master and + mistress.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the truth; even this handsome dandy, Joris Hyde, is a + lieutenant.” + </p> + <p> + “He was in the field two years. He told me so this afternoon. I dare + say, he has earned his title, even if he is a lieutenant.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t be so highty-tighty, Cornelia. I have no objections to + military titles. They mean something; for they at least imply, that a man + is willing to fight if his country will find him a quarrel to fight in. In + fact, I rather lean to official titles of every kind.” + </p> + <p> + “I have not thought of them at all.” + </p> + <p> + “But I have. They affect me like the feathers in a cock’s + tail; of course the bird would be as good without them, but fancy him!” + and Arenta laughed mirthfully at her supposition. “As for women,” + she continued, “lady, or countess, or Marquise, what an air it + gives! It finishes a woman like a lace ruff round her neck. Every woman + ought to have a title—I mean every woman of respectability. I have a + fancy to be a marquise, and Aunt Jacobus says I look Frenchy enough. I + have heard that there is a title in the Hyde family. I must ask Aunt + Jacobus. She knows everything about everybody. Lieutenant Hyde! I do + wonder what he is coming for!” + </p> + <p> + The words dropped slowly, one by one, from her lips; and with a kind of + fateful import; but neither of the girls divined the significance of the + inquiry. Both were too intent on those last little touches to the toilet, + which make its effectiveness, to take into consideration reflections + without form; and probably, at that time, without personal intention. + </p> + <p> + Then Arenta, having arranged her ringlets, tied her sash, and her sandals, + began to talk of her own affairs; for she was a young lady who found it + impossible to be sufficient for herself. There had been trouble with the + slaves in the Van Ariens’ household, and she told Cornelia every + particular. Also, she had VERY NEAR had an offer of marriage from George + Van Berckel; and she went into explanations about her diplomacies in + avoiding it. + </p> + <p> + “Poor George!” she sighed, and then, looking up, was a trifle + dismayed at the expression upon Cornelia’s face. For Cornelia was as + reticent, as Arenta was garrulous; and the girls were incomprehensible to + each other in their deepest natures, though, superficially, they were much + on the same plane, and really thought themselves to be distinctly + sympathetic friends. + </p> + <p> + “Why do you look so strangely at me, Cornelia?” asked Arenta. + “Am I not properly dressed?” + </p> + <p> + “You are perfectly dressed, Arenta. Women as fair as you are, know + instinctively how to dress.” And then Arenta stood up before the + mirror and put her hand upon Cornelia’s shoulder, and they both + looked at the reflection in it. + </p> + <p> + A very pretty reflection it was!—a slender girl with a round, fair + face, and a long, white throat, and sloping shoulders. Her pale brown hair + fell in ripples and curls around her until they touched a robe of heavenly + blue, and half hid a singular necklace of large pearls:—pearls taken + from some Spanish ship and strung in old Zierikzee, and worn for centuries + by the maids and dames of the house of Van Ariens. + </p> + <p> + “It is the necklace!” said Cornelia after a pause, “It + is the pearl necklace, which gives you such an air of mystery and romance, + and changes you from an everyday maiden into an old-time princess.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt, it is the necklace,” answered Arenta. “It is + my Aunt Angelica’s, but she permits me to wear it. When she was + young, she called every pearl after one of her lovers; and she had a lover + for every pearl. She was near to forty years old when she married; and she + had many lovers, even then.” + </p> + <p> + “It would have been better if she had married before she was near to + forty years old—that is, if she had taken a good husband.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps that; but good husbands come not on every day in the week. + I have three beads named already—one for George Van Berckel—one + for Fred De Lancey—and one for Willie Nichols. What do you think of + that?” + </p> + <p> + “I think, if you copy your Aunt Angelica, you will not marry any of + your lovers till you are forty years old. Come, let us go downstairs.” + </p> + <p> + She spoke a little peremptorily—indeed, she was in the habit, quite + unconsciously of using this tone with her companion, consequently it was + not noticed by her. And it was further remarkable, that the girls did not + walk down the broad stairs together, but Cornelia went first, and Arenta + followed her. There was no intention or consideration in this procedure; + it was the natural expression of underlying qualities, as yet not + realized. + </p> + <p> + Cornelia’s self-contained, independent nature was further revealed + by the erect dignity of her carriage down the centre of the stairway, one + hand slightly lifting her silk robe, the other laid against the daffodils + at her breast. Her face was happy and serene, her steps light, and without + hesitation or hurry. Arenta was a little behind her friend. She stepped + idly and irresolutely, with one hand slipping along the baluster, and the + other restlessly busy with her curls, her ribbons, the lace that partially + hid her bosom, and the pearls that made a moonlight radiance on her snowy + throat. At the foot of the staircase Cornelia had to wait for her, and + they went into the parlour together. + </p> + <p> + Doctor Moran, Rem Van Ariens, and Lieutenant Hyde were present. The girls + had a momentary glance at the latter ere he assumed the manner he thought + suitable for youth and beauty. He was talking seriously to the Doctor and + playing with an ivory paper knife as he did so, but whatever remark he was + making he cut it in two, and stood up, pleased and expectant, to receive + Beauty so fresh and so conspicuous. + </p> + <p> + He was handsomely dressed in a dark-blue velvet coat, silver-laced, a long + white satin vest and black satin breeches. His hair was thrown backwards + and tied with the customary black ribbon, and his linen and laces were of + the finest quality. He met Cornelia as he might have met a princess; and + he flashed into Arenta’s eyes a glance of admiration which turned + her senses upside down, and made her feel, for a moment or two, as if she + could hardly breathe. + </p> + <p> + Upon Arenta’s brother he had not produced a pleasant impression. + Without intention, he had treated young Van Ariens with that negative + politeness which dashes a sensitive man and makes him resentfully + conscious that he has been rendered incapable of doing himself justice. + And Rem could neither define the sense of humiliation he felt, nor yet + ruffle the courteous urbanity of Hyde; though he tried in various ways to + introduce some conversation which would afford him the pleasure of + contradiction. Equally he failed to consider that his barely veiled + antagonism compelled from the Doctor, and even from Cornelia and Arenta, + attentions he might not otherwise have received. The Doctor was indeed + much annoyed that Rem did not better respect the position of guest; while + Mrs. Moran was keenly sensitive to the false note in the evening’s + harmony, and anxious to atone for it by many little extra courtesies. So + Hyde easily became the hero of the hour; he was permitted to teach the + girls the charming old-world step of the Pas de Quatre, and afterwards to + sing with them merry airs from Figaro, and sentimental airs from Lodoiska, + and to make Rem’s heart burn with anger at the expression he threw + into the famous ballad “My Heart and Lute” which the trio sang + twice over with great feeling. + </p> + <p> + Fortunately, some of Doctor Moran’s neighbours called early in the + evening. Then whist parties were formed; and while the tables were being + arranged Cornelia found an opportunity to reason with Rem. “I never + could have believed you would behave so unlike yourself,” she said; + and Rem answered bluntly—“That Englishman has insulted me ever + since he came into the room.” + </p> + <p> + “He is not an Englishman,” said Cornelia. + </p> + <p> + “His father is an Englishman, and the man himself was born in + England. The way he looks at me, the way he speaks to me, is insulting.” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen nothing but courtesy to you, Rem.” + </p> + <p> + “You have not the key to his impertinences. To-morrow, I will tell + you something about Lieutenant Hyde.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not permit you to talk evil of him. I have no wish to hear + ill reports about my acquaintances, Their behaviour is their own affair; + at any rate, it is not mine. Be good-tempered, Rem; you are to be my + partner, and we must win in every game.” + </p> + <p> + But though Cornelia was all sweetness and graciousness; though Rem played + well, and Lieutenant Hyde played badly; though Rem had the satisfaction of + watching Hyde depart in his chair, while he stood with a confident + friendship by Cornelia’s side, he was not satisfied. There was an + air of weariness and constraint in the room, and the little stir of + departing visitors did not hide it. Doctor Moran had been at an unusual + social tension; he was tired, and not pleased at Rem for keeping him on + the watch. Cornelia was silent. Rem then approached his sister and said, + “it is time to go home.” Arenta looked at her friend; she + expected to be asked to remain, and she was offended when Cornelia did not + give her the invitation. + </p> + <p> + On the contrary, Cornelia went with her for her cloak and bonnet, and said + not a word as they trod the long stairway but “Oh dear! How warm the + evening is!” + </p> + <p> + “I expected you would ask me to stay with you, Cornelia.” + Arenta was tying her bonnet strings as she made this remark, and her + fingers trembled, and her voice was full of hurt feeling. + </p> + <p> + “Rem behaved so badly, Arenta.” + </p> + <p> + “I think that is not so. Did I also behave badly?” + </p> + <p> + “You were charming every moment of the evening; but Rem was on the + point of quarrelling with Lieutenant Hyde. You must have seen it. In my + father’s house, this was not proper.” + </p> + <p> + “I never saw Rem behave badly in my life. Suppose he does quarrel + with that dandy Englishman, Rem would not get the worst of it. I have no + fear for my brother Rem! No, indeed!” + </p> + <p> + “Bulk does not stand for much in a sword game.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you mean they might fight a duel?” + </p> + <p> + “I think it is best for you to go home with Rem. Otherwise, he + might, in his present temper, find himself near Becker’s; and if a + man is quarrelsome he may always get principals and seconds there. You + have told me this yourself. In the morning Rem will, I hope, be + reasonable.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought you and I would talk things over to-night. I like to talk + over a new pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear Arenta, we shall have so much more time, to-morrow. Come + to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + But Arenta was not pleased. She left her friend with an air of repressed + injury, and afterwards made little remarks about Cornelia to her brother, + which exactly fitted his sense of wounded pride. Indeed, they stood a few + minutes in the Van Ariens’ parlour to exchange their opinions still + further— + </p> + <p> + “I think Cornelia was jealous of me, Rem. That, in plain Dutch, is + what it all means. Does she imagine that I desire the attentions of a man + who is neither an American nor a Dutchman? I do not. I speak the truth + always, for I love the truth.” + </p> + <p> + “Cornelia does desire them; I think that—and it makes me + wretched.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, indeed, it is plain to see that she has fallen in love with + that black-eyed man of many songs and dances. Well, then, we must admit + that he danced to perfection. One may dislike the creature, and yet tell + the truth.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you truly believe that Cornelia is in love with him?” + </p> + <p> + “Rem, there are things a woman observes. Cornelia is changed + to-night. She did not wish me to stay and talk about this man Hyde—she + preferred thinking about him—such reveries are suspicious. I have + felt the symptom. But, however, I may be wrong. Perhaps Cornelia was angry + at Hyde, and anxious about you—Do you think that?” + </p> + <p> + Rem would not admit any such explanation; and, indeed, Arenta only made + such suppositions to render more poignant those entirely contrary. + </p> + <p> + “Ever since she was a little girl, twelve, eleven years old, I have + loved her,” said Rem; “and she knows it.” + </p> + <p> + “She knows it; that is so. When I was at Bethlehem, I read her all + your letters; and many a time you spoke in them of her as your ‘little + wife.’ To be sure, it was a joke; but she understood that you, at + least, put your heart in it. Girls do not need to have such things + explained. Come, come, we must go to our rooms; for that is our father I + hear moving about. In a few minutes he will be angry, and then—” + </p> + <p> + She did not finish the sentence; there was no necessity; Rem knew what + unpleasantness the threat implied, and he slipped off his shoes and stole + quietly upstairs. Arenta was not disinclined to a few words if her father + wished them; so she did not hurry, though the great Flemish clock on the + stair-landing chimed eleven as she entered her room. It was an + extraordinarily late hour, but she only smiled, as she struck her pretty + fore-fingers together in time with it. She was not disposed to curtail the + day; it was her method, always, to take the full flavour of every event + that was not disagreeable. + </p> + <p> + “And, after all,” she mused, “the evening was a + possibility. It was a door on the latch—I may push it open and go in—who + can tell? I saw how amazed he was at my beauty when I first entered the + parlour—and he is but a man—and a young man who likes his own + way—so much is evident.” She was meanwhile unclasping her + pearl necklace, and at this point she held it in her hands taking the + fourth bead between her fingers, and smiled speculatively. + </p> + <p> + Then she heard her brother moving about the floor of the room above her, + and a shadow darkened her face. She had strong family affections, and she + was angry that Rem should be troubled by any man or woman, living: + </p> + <p> + “I have always thought Cornelia a very saint,” she muttered; + “but Love is the great revealer. I wonder if she is in love—to + tell the truth, she was past finding out. I cannot say that I saw the + least sign of it—and between me and myself, Rem was unreasonable; + however, I am not pleased that Rem felt himself to be badly used.” + </p> + <p> + It was to this touch of resentment in her drifting thoughts that she + performed her last duties. She did not hurry them. “Very soon there + will be the noise of chairmen and carriages to disturb me,” she + thought; “and I may as well think a little, and put my things away.” + </p> + <p> + So she folded each dainty blue morocco slipper in its separate piece of + fine paper, and straightened out her ribbons, and wrapped her pale blue + robe in its holland covering, and put every comb and pin in its proper + place, all the time treading as softly as a mouse. And by and by the + street was dark and still, and her room in the most perfect order. These + things gave her the comfort of a good conscience; and she said her + prayers, and fell calmly asleep, to the flattering thought, “I would + not much wonder if, at this moment, Lieutenant Hyde is thinking about me.” + </p> + <p> + In reality, Lieutenant Hyde was at that moment in the Belvedere Club, + singing the Marseillaise, and listening to a very inflammatory speech from + the French Minister. But a couple of hours later, Arenta’s “wonder” + would have touched the truth. He was then alone, and very ill satisfied; + for, after some restless reflections, he said impatiently— + </p> + <p> + “I have again made a fool of myself. I have now all kinds of + unpleasant feelings; and when I left that good Doctor’s house I was + well satisfied. His daughter is an angel. I praise myself for finding that + out. She made me believe in all goodness; yes, even in patriotism! I, that + have seen it sold a dozen times! Oh, how divinely shy and proud she is! I + could not get her one step beyond the first civilities; even my eyes + failed me to-night—her calm glances killed their fire—and she + barely touched my hand, though I offered it with a respectful ardour, she + must have understood:”—then he looked admiringly at the long, + white hand and thoroughbred wrist which lay idly on the velvet cushion of + his armchair; an exquisite ruffle of lace just touched it, and his eyes + wandered from the ruffle to the velvet and silver embroidery of his coat; + and the delicate laced lawn of his cravat. + </p> + <p> + “I have the reputation of beauty,” he continued; “and I + am perfectly dressed, and yet—yet—this little Beauty seemed + unconscious of my advantages. But I cannot accept failure in this case. + The girl is unparagoned. I am in love with her; sincerely in love. She + fills my thoughts, and has done so, ever since I first saw her. It is a + pure delight to think of her.” + </p> + <p> + Then he rose, threw off his velvet and lace, and designedly let his + thoughts turn to Arenta. “She is pretty beyond all prettiness,” + he said softly as he moved about, “She dances well, talks from hand + to mouth, and she gave me one sweet glance; and I think if she has gone so + far—she might go further.” At this reflection he smiled again, + and lifting a decanter slowly poured into a goblet some amber-coloured + sherry; saying— + </p> + <p> + “I dare not yet drink to the unapproachable Cornelia; but I may at + least pour the wine to the blue-eyed goddess, with the pearl necklace, and + the golden hair;” and as he lifted the glass, a memory from some + past mirthful hour came into his remembrance; and he began to hum a strain + of the song it brought to his mind— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Let the toast pass, + Drink to the lass + I’ll warrant, she’ll prove an excuse for the glass.” + </pre> + <p> + It was remarkable that he did not take Arenta’s brother into his + speculations at all, and yet Rem Van Ariens was at that very hour chafing + restlessly and sleeplessly under insults he conceived himself to have + received, in such fashion and under such circumstances as made reprisal + impossible. In reality, however, Van Ariens had not been intentionally + wounded by Hyde. The situation was the natural result of incipient + jealousy and sensitive pride on Rem’s part; and of that calm + indifference and complaisance on Hyde’s part, which appeared tacitly + to assert its own superiority and expect its recognition as a matter of + course. Indeed, at their introduction, Rem had affected Hyde rather + pleasantly; and when the young Dutch gentleman’s opposition became + evident, Hyde had simply ignored it. For as yet the thought of Rem as a + rival had not entered his mind. + </p> + <p> + But this is the way of Love; its filmiest threads easily spin themselves + further; and a man once entangled is bound by that unseen chain which + links the soul to its destiny. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III — HYDE AND ARENTA + </h2> + <p> + Seldom is Love ushered into any life with any pomp of circumstance or + ceremony; there is no overture to our opera, no prologue to our play, and + the most momentous meetings occur as if by mere accident. A friend delayed + Cornelia a while on the street; and turning, she met Hyde face to face; a + moment more, or less, and the meeting had not been. Ah, but some Power had + set that moment for their meeting, and the delay had been intended, and + the consequences foreseen! + </p> + <p> + In a dim kind of way Hyde realized this fact as he sat the next day with + an open book before him. He was not reading it; he was thinking of + Cornelia—of her pure, fresh beauty; and of that adorable air of + reserve, which enhanced, even while it veiled her charms. “For her + love I could resign all adventures and prison myself in a law book,” + he said, “I could forget all other beauties; in a word, I could + marry, and live in the country. Oh how exquisite she is! I lose my speech + when I think of her!” + </p> + <p> + Then he closed his book with impatience, and went to Prince’s and + bought a little rush basket filled with sweet violets. Into their midst he + slipped his visiting card, and saw the boy on his way with the flowers to + Cornelia ere he was satisfied they would reach her quickly enough. This + finished, he began to consider what he should do with his day. Study was + impossible; and he could think of nothing that was possible. “It is + the most miserable thing,” he muttered, “to be in love, unless + you can go to the adored one, every hour, and tell her so,”—then + turning aimlessly into Pearl Street, he saw Cornelia. + </p> + <p> + She was dressed only in a little morning gown of Indian chintz, but in + such simple toilet had still more distinctively that air of youthful + modesty which he had found so charmingly tantalizing. He hasted to her + side. He blessed his good angel for sending him such an enchanting + surprise. He said the most extravagant things, in the most truthful + manner, as he watched the blushes of pleasure come and go on her lovely + face, and saw by glimpses, under the veiling eyelids, that tender light + that never was on sea or land, but only on a woman’s face when her + soul is awakening to Love. + </p> + <p> + Cornelia was going to the “Universal Store” of Gerardus + Duyckinck, and Hyde begged to go with her. He said he was used to + shopping; that he always went with his mother, and with Lady Christina + Griffin, and Mrs. White, and many others; that he had good taste, and + could tell the value of laces, and knew how to choose a piece of silk, or + match the crewels for her embroidery; and, indeed, pleaded his case so + merrily, that there was no refusing his offer. And how it happened lovers + can tell, but after the shopping was finished they found themselves + walking towards the Battery with the fresh sea wind, and the bright + sunshine and the joy of each other’s presence all around them. + </p> + <p> + “Such a miraculous piece of happiness!” the young fellow + ejaculated; and his joy was so evident that Cornelia could not bear to + spoil it with any reluctances, or with half-way graciousness. She fell + into his joyous mood, and as star to star vibrates light, so his soul + touched her soul, through some finer element than ordinary life is + conscious of. A delightsome gladness was between them, and their words had + such heart gaiety, that they seemed to dance as they spoke; while the wind + blowing Cornelia’s curls, and scarf, and drapery, was like a merry + playfellow. + </p> + <p> + Now Love has always something in it of the sea; and the murmur of the tide + against the pier, the hoarse voices of the sailor men, the scent of the + salt water, and all the occult unrecognized, but keenly felt life of the + ocean, were ministers to their love, and forever and ever blended in the + heart and memory of the youth and maid who had set their early dream of + each other to its potent witchery. Time went swiftly, and suddenly + Cornelia remembered that she was subject to hours and minutes, A little + fear came into her heart, and closed it, and she said, with a troubled + air, “My mother will be anxious. I had forgotten. I must go home.” + So they turned northward again, and Cornelia was silent, and the ardour of + her lover was a little chilled; but yet never before had Cornelia heard + simple conversation which seemed so eloquent, and so full of meanings—only, + now and then, a few brief words; but oh! what long, long thoughts, they + carried with them! + </p> + <p> + At the gates of her home they stood a moment, and there Hyde touched her + hand, and said, “I have never, in all my life, been so happy. It has + been a walk beyond hope, and beyond expression!” And she lifted her + face, and the smile on her lips and the light in her eyes answered him. + Then the great white door shut her from his sight, and he walked rapidly + away, saying to his impetuous steps— + </p> + <p> + “An enchanting creature! An adorable girl! I have given her my + heart; and lost, is lost; and gone, is gone forever. That I am sure of. + But, by St. George! every man has his fate, and I rejoice that mine is so + sweet and fair! so sweet! so sweet! so fair!” + </p> + <p> + Cornelia trembled as she opened the parlour door, she feared to look into + her mother’s face, but it was as serene as usual, and she met her + daughter’s glance with one of infinite affection and some little + expectancy. This was a critical moment, and Cornelia hesitated slightly. + Some little false sprite put a ready excuse into her heart, but she + banished it at once, and with the courage of one who fears lest they are + not truthful enough, she said with a blunt directness which put all + subterfuge out of the question— + </p> + <p> + “Mother, I have been a long time, but I met Lieutenant Hyde, and we + walked down to the Battery; and I think I have stayed beyond the hour I + ought to have stayed—but the weather was so delightful.” + </p> + <p> + “The weather is very delightful, and Lieutenant Hyde is very polite. + Did he speak of the violets he sent you?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose he forgot them. Ah, there they are! How beautiful! How + fragrant! I will give them to you, mother.” + </p> + <p> + “They are your own, my dear. I would not give them away.” + </p> + <p> + Then Cornelia lifted them, and shyly buried her face in their beauty and + sweetness; and afterwards took the card in her hand and read “Lieutenant + George Hyde.” “But, mother,” she said, “Arenta + called him Joris.” + </p> + <p> + “Joris is George, my dear.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, I had forgotten. Joris is the Dutch, George is the + English form. I think I like George better.” + </p> + <p> + “As you have neither right nor occasion to call him by either name, + it is of no consequence Take away your flowers and put them in water—the + young man is very extravagant, I think. Do you know that it is quite noon, + and your father will be home in a little while?” + </p> + <p> + And there was such kind intent, such a divining sympathy in the simple + words, that Cornelia’s heart grew warm with pleasure; and she felt + that her mother understood, and did not much blame her. At the same time + she was glad to escape all questioning, and with the violets pressed to + her heart, and her shining eyes dropped to them, she went with some haste + to her room. There she kissed the flowers, one by one, as she put them in + the refreshing water; and then, forgetting all else, sat down and + permitted herself to enter the delicious land of Reverie. She let the + thought of Hyde repossess her; and present again and again to her + imagination his form, his face, his voice, and those long caressing looks + she had seen and felt, without seeming to be aware of them. + </p> + <p> + A short time after Cornelia came home, Doctor Moran returned from his + professional visits. As he entered the room, his wife looked at him with a + curious interest. In the first place, the tenor of her thoughts led her to + this observation. She wished to assure herself again that the man for whom + she had given up everything previously dear to her was worthy of such + sacrifice. A momentary glance satisfied her. Nature had left the impress + of her nobility on his finely-formed forehead; nothing but truth and + kindness looked from his candid eyes; and his manner, if a little + dogmatic, had also an unmistakable air of that distinction which comes + from long and honourable ancestry and a recognized position. He had also + this morning an air of unusual solemnity, and on entering the room, he + drew his wife close to his heart and kissed her affectionately, a token of + love he was not apt to give without thought, or under every circumstance. + </p> + <p> + “You are a little earlier to day,” she said. “I am glad + of it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have had a morning full of feeling. There is no familiarity with + Death, however often you meet him.” + </p> + <p> + “And you have met Death this morning, I see that, John?” + </p> + <p> + “As soon as I went out, I heard of the death of Franklin. We have + truly been expecting the news, but who can prepare for the final ‘He + is gone.’ Congress will wear mourning for two months, I hear, and + all good citizens who can possibly do so will follow their example. The + flags are at half-mast, and there is sorrow everywhere.” + </p> + <p> + “And yet, John, why?” asked Mrs. Moran. “Franklin has + quite finished his work; and has also seen the fruit of all his labours. + Not many men are so happy. I, for one, shall rejoice with him, and not + weep for him.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, Ava. I must now tell you that Elder Semple died this + morning. He has been long sick, but the end came suddenly at last.” + </p> + <p> + “The dear old man! He has been sick and sorrowful, ever since his + wife died. Were any of his sons present?” + </p> + <p> + “None of them. The two eldest have been long away. Neil was obliged + to leave New York when the Act forbidding Tory lawyers to practice was + passed. But he was not quite alone, his old friend Joris Van Heemskirk was + with him to the last moment. The love of these old men for each other was + a very beautiful thing.” + </p> + <p> + “He was once rich. Did he lose everything in the war?” + </p> + <p> + “Very near all. His home was saved by Van Heemskirk, and he had a + little money ‘enough to die wi’’ he said one day to me; + and then he continued, ‘there’s compensations, Doctor, in + having naething to leave. My lads will find no bone to quarrel over.’ + I met a messenger coming for me this morning, and when I went to his + bedside, he said, with a pleasant smile, ‘I’ll be awa’ + in an hour or twa now, Doctor; and then I’ll hae no mair worrying + anent rebellion and democrats; I’ll be under the dominion o’ + the King o’ kings and His throned Powers and Principalities; and + after a’ this weary voting, and confiscations, and guillotining, it + will be Peace—Peace—Peace:’—and with that word on + his lips, the ‘flitting’ as he called it was accomplished.” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing to mourn in such a death, John.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, no. It was just as he said ‘a flitting.’ And it + was strange that, standing watching what he so fitly called the ‘flitting,’ + I thought of some lines I have not consciously remembered for many years. + They reflect only the old Greek spirit, with its calm acceptance of death + and its untroubled resignation, but they seemed to me very applicable to + the elder’s departure: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Not otherwise to the hall of Hades dim + He fares, than if some summer eventide + A Message, not unlooked for, came to him; + Bidding him rise up presently, and ride + Some few hours’ journey, to a friendly home.” + </pre> + <p> + “There is nothing to fear in such a death.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing at all. Last week when Cornelia and I passed his house, he + was leaning on the garden gate, and he spoke pleasantly to her and told + her she was a ‘bonnie lassie.’ Where is Cornelia?” + </p> + <p> + “In her room. John, she went to Duyckinck’s this morning for + me, and George Hyde met her again, and they took a walk together on the + Battery. It was near the noon hour when she returned.” + </p> + <p> + “She told you about it?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, and without inquiry.” + </p> + <p> + “Very good. I must look after that young fellow.” But he said + the words without much care, and Mrs. Moran was not satisfied. + </p> + <p> + “Then you do not disapprove the meeting, John?” she asked. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I do. I disapprove of any young man meeting my daughter every + time she goes out. Cornelia is too young for lovers, and it is not + desirable that she should have attentions from young men who have no + intentions. I do not want her to be what is called a belle. Certainly not.” + </p> + <p> + “But the young men do not think her too young to be loved. I can see + that Rem Van Ariens is very fond of her.” + </p> + <p> + “Rem is a very fine young man. If Cornelia was old enough to marry, + I should make no objections to Rem. He has some money. He promises to be a + good lawyer. I like the family. It is as pure Dutch as any in the country. + There is no objection to Rem Van Ariens.” + </p> + <p> + “And George Hyde?” + </p> + <p> + “Has too many objectionable qualities to be worth considering.” + </p> + <p> + “Such as?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Ava, I will only name one, and one for which he is not + responsible; but yet it would be insuperable, as far as I am concerned. + His father is an Englishman of the most pronounced type, and this young + man is quite like him. I want no Englishman in my family.” + </p> + <p> + “My family are of English descent.” + </p> + <p> + “Thoroughly Americanized. They are longer in this country than the + Washingtons.” + </p> + <p> + “There have been many Dutch marriages among the Morans.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a different thing. The Dutch, as a race, have every + desirable quality. The English are natural despots. Rem was quite right + last night. I saw and felt, as much as he did, the quiet but sovereign + arrogance of young Hyde. His calm assumption of superiority was in reality + insufferable. The young man’s faults are racial; they are in the + blood. Cornelia shall not have anything to do with him. Why do you speak + of such disagreeable things, Ava?” + </p> + <p> + “It is well to look forward, John.” + </p> + <p> + “No. It is time enough to meet annoyances when they arrive. But this + is one not even to be thought of—to tell the last truth, Ava, I + dislike his father, General Hyde, very much indeed.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot tell you ‘why.’ Yes, I will be honest and + acknowledge that he always gives me a sense of hostility. He arrogates + himself too much. When I was in the army, a good many were angry at + General Washington, for making so close a friend of him—but + Washington has much of the same exclusive air. I hope it is no treason to + say that much, for a good deal of dignity is permissible, even peremptory, + when a man fills great positions. As for the Hydes, father and son, I + would prefer to hear no more about them. When the youth was my guest, I + was civil to him; but Arenta. You know that I have never seen her.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the truth. I had forgotten. Well, then, I went to her with + the news; and she rubbed her chin, and called to her man Govert, to get a + bow of crape and put it on the front door. ‘It is moral, and proper, + and respectable, Arenta,’ she said, ‘and I advise you to do + the same.’ But then she laughed and added, ‘Shall I tell you, + niece, what I think of the great men I have met? They are disagreeable, + conceited creatures; and ought, all of them, to have died before they were + born; and for my part, I am satisfied not to have had the fate to marry + one of them. As for Benjamin Franklin,’ she continued, ‘he was + a particularly great man, and I am particularly grateful that I never saw + him but once. I formed my opinion of him then; for I only need to see a + person once, to form an opinion—and he is dead! Well, then, every + one dies at their own time.’” + </p> + <p> + “My father says Congress goes into mourning for him.” + </p> + <p> + “Does it?” asked Arenta, with indifference. “Aunt was + beginning to tell me something about him when he was in France, but I just + put a stop to talk like that, and said, ‘Now, aunt, for a little of + my own affairs.’ So I told her about George Berckel, and asked her + if she thought I might marry George; and she answered, ‘If you are + tired of easy days, Arenta, go, and take a husband,’ After a while I + spoke to her about Lieutenant Hyde, and she said, ‘she had seen the + little cockrel strutting about Pearl Street.’” + </p> + <p> + “That was not a proper thing to say. Lieutenant Hyde carries himself + in the most distinguished manner.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, that is exactly so; but Aunt Angelica has her own way + of saying things. She intended nothing unkind or disrespectful. She told + me that she had frequently danced with his father when she was a girl and + a beauty; and she added with a laugh, ‘I can assure you, Arenta, + that in those days he was no saint; although he is now, I hear, the very + pink of propriety.’” + </p> + <p> + “Is not that as it should be, Arenta? We ought surely to grow better + as we grow older.” + </p> + <p> + “That is not to be denied, Cornelia. Now I can tell you something + worth hearing about General Hyde.” + </p> + <p> + “If it is anything wrong, or unkind, I will not listen to it, + Arenta. Have you forgotten that the good Sisters always forbid us to + listen to an evil report?” + </p> + <p> + “Then one must shut one’s ears if one lives in New York. But, + indeed, it is nothing wrong—only something romantic and delightful, + and quite as good as a story book. Shall I tell you?” + </p> + <p> + “As you wish.” + </p> + <p> + “As you wish.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I would like to hear it.” + </p> + <p> + “Listen! When Madame Hyde was Katherine Van Heemskirk, and younger + than you are, she had two lovers; one, Captain Dick Hyde, and the other a + young man called Neil Semple; and they fought a duel about her, and nearly + cut each other to pieces.” + </p> + <p> + “Arenta!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it is the truth! It is the very truth, I assure you! And while + Hyde still lay between life and death, Miss Van Heemskirk married him; and + as soon as he was able, he carried her off at midnight to England; and + there they lived in a fine old house until the war. Then they came back to + New York, and Hyde went into the Continental army and did great things, I + suppose, for as we all knew, he was made a general. You should have heard + Aunt Angelica tell the story. She remembered the whole affair. It was a + delightful story to listen to, as we drank our chocolate. And will you + please only try to imagine it of Mrs. General Hyde! A woman so lofty! So + calm! So afar off from every impropriety that you always feel it + impossible in her presence to commit the least bit of innocent folly. Will + you imagine her as Katherine Van Heemskirk in a short, quilted petticoat, + with her hair hanging in two braids down her back, running away at + midnight with General Hyde!” + </p> + <p> + “He was her husband. She committed no fault.” + </p> + <p> + “I was thinking of the quilted petticoat, and the two braids; for + who now dresses so extravagantly and so magnificently as Madame Hyde? She + has an Indian shawl that cost two hundred pounds. Aunt Angelica says John + Embree told her ‘THAT much at the very least’—and as for + the General! is there any man in New York so proud, and so full of dignity—and + morality? He is in St. Paul’s Chapel every Sunday, and when you see + him there, how could you imagine that he had fought half-a-dozen duels, + for half-a-dozen beauties?” + </p> + <p> + “Half-a-dozen duels! Oh, Arenta!” + </p> + <p> + “About that number—more or less—before and after the Van + Heemskirk incident. Look at him next Sunday, and then try and believe that + he was the topmost leader in all the fashionable follies, until he went to + the war. People say it is General Washington—” + </p> + <p> + “General Washington?” + </p> + <p> + “That has changed him so much. They have been a great deal together, + and I do believe the proprieties are catching. If evil is to be taken in + bad company, why not good in the presence of all that is moral and + respectable? At any rate, who is now more proper than General Hyde? + Indeed, as Aunt Angelica says, we must all pay our respects to the Hydes, + if we desire our own caps to set straight. Cornelia, shall I tell you why + you are working so close to the window this afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “You are going to say something I would rather not hear, Arenta.” + </p> + <p> + “Truth is wholesome, if not agreeable; and the truth is, you expect + Lieutenant Hyde to pass. But he will not do so. I saw him booted and + spurred, on a swift horse, going up the river road. He was bound for Hyde + Manor, I am sure. Now, Cornelia, you need not move your frame; for no one + will disturb you, and I wish to tell you some of my affairs.” + </p> + <p> + “About your lovers?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I have met a certain French marquis, who is attached to the + Count de Moustier’s embassy. I met him at intervals all last winter, + and to-day, I have a love letter from him—a real love letter—and + he desires to ask my father for my hand. I shall now have something to say + to Madame Kippon.” + </p> + <p> + “But you would not marry a Frenchman? That is an impossible thought, + Arenta.” + </p> + <p> + “No more so than an Englishman. In fact, Englishmen are not to be + thought of at all; while Frenchmen are the fashion. Just consider the + drawing-rooms of our great American ladies; they are full of French + nobles.” + </p> + <p> + “But they are exiles, for the most part very poor, and devoted to + the idea of monarchy.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, but my Frenchman is different. He is rich, he is in the + confidence of the present French government, and he adores republican + principles. Indeed he wore at Lady Griffin’s, last week, his red cap + of Liberty, and looked quite distinguished in it.” + </p> + <p> + “I am astonished that Lady Griffin permitted such a spectacle. I am + sure it was a vulgar thing to do. Only the san-culottes, make such + exhibition of their private feelings.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it was a very brave thing to do—and Lady Griffin, + with her English prejudices and aristocratic notions, had to tolerate it. + He is very tall and dark, and he was dressed in scarlet, with a long black + satin vest; and you may believe that the scarlet cap on his black curling + hair was very imposing.” + </p> + <p> + “Imposing! How could it possibly be that? It is only associated with + mobs, and mob law—and guillotining.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not contradict you—though I could do so easily. I + will say, then, that it was very picturesque. He asked me to dance a + minuet with him, and when I did not refuse he was beside himself with + pleasure and gratitude. And after I had opened the way, several of the + best ladies in the town followed. After all, it was a matter of political + opinion; and it is against our American ideas to send any man to Jersey + for his politics. Mr. Jefferson was in red also.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish to dance with Mr. Jefferson, but I now think of waiting till + he gets a new suit.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure that no one ever made a finer figure in a dance than I, + in my white satin and pearls, and the Marquis Athanase de Tounnerre in his + scarlet dress and Liberty cap. Every one regarded us. He tells me, to-day, + that the emotion I raised in his soul that hour has not been stilled for a + moment.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you thought of your father? He would never consent to such a + marriage—and what will Rem say?” + </p> + <p> + “My father will storm, and speak words he should not speak; but I am + not afraid of words. Rem is more to be dreaded. He will not talk his anger + away. Yes, I should be afraid of Rem.” + </p> + <p> + “But you have not really decided to accept the Marquis Tounnerre?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I have not quite decided. I like to stand between Yes and No. I + like to be entreated to marry, and then again, to be entreated NOT to + marry. I like to hesitate between the French and the Dutch. I am not in + the least sure on which side I shall finally range myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Then do not decide in a hurry.” + </p> + <p> + “Have I not told you I like to waver, and vacillate, and oscillate, + and make scruples? These are things a woman can do, both with privilege + and inclination. I think myself to be very clever in such ways.” + </p> + <p> + “I would not care, nor dare, to venture—” + </p> + <p> + “You are a very baby yet. I am two years older than you. But indeed + you are progressing with some rapidity. What about George Hyde?” + </p> + <p> + “You said he had gone out of town.” + </p> + <p> + “And I am glad of it. He will not now be insinuating himself with + violets, and compelling you to take walks with him on the Battery. Oh, + Cornelia! you see I am not to be put out of your confidence. Why did you + not tell me?” + </p> + <p> + “You have given me no opportunity; and, as you know all, why should + I say any more about it?” + </p> + <p> + “Cornelia, my dear companion, I fear you are inclined to concealment + and to reticence, qualities a young girl should not cultivate—I am + now speaking for dear Sister Maria Beroth—and I hope you will + carefully consider the advantages you will derive from cultivating a more + open disposition.” + </p> + <p> + “You are making a mockery of the good Sisters; and I do not wish to + hear you commit such a great fault. Indeed, I would be pleased to return + to their peaceful care again.” + </p> + <p> + “And wear the little linen cap and collar, and all the other + simplicities? Cornelia! Cornelia! You are as fond as I am of French + fashions and fripperies. Let us be honest, if we die for it. And you may + as well tell me all your little coquetries with George Hyde; for I shall + be sure to find them out. Now I am going home; for I must look after the + tea-table. But you will not be sorry, for it will leave you free to think + of—” + </p> + <p> + “Please, Arenta!” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. I will have ‘considerations.’ Good-bye!” + </p> + <p> + Then the door closed, and Cornelia was left alone. But the atmosphere of + the room was charged with Arenta’s unrest, and a feeling of + disappointment was added to it. She suddenly realized that her lover’s + absence from the city left a great vacancy. What were all the thousands in + its streets, if he was not there? She might now indeed remove her frame + from the window; if Hyde was an impossibility, there was no one else she + wished to see pass. And her heart told her the report was a true one; she + did not doubt for a moment Arenta’s supposition, that he had gone to + Hyde Manor. But the thought made her lonely. Something, she knew not what, + had altered her life. She had a new strange happiness, new hopes, new + fears and new wishes; but they were not an unmixed delight; for she was + also aware of a vague trouble, a want that nothing in her usual duties + satisfied:—in a word, she had crossed the threshold of womanhood and + was no longer a girl, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Singing alone in the morning of life, + In the happy morning of life, and May.” + </pre> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV — THROWING THINGS INTO CONFUSION + </h2> + <p> + Prudence declares that whenever a person is in that disagreeable situation + which compels him to ask “what shall I do?” that the wisest + answer is, “nothing.” But such answer did not satisfy George + Hyde. He was too young, too sure of his own good fortune, too restless and + impulsive, to accept Prudence as a councillor. He might have considered, + that, hitherto, affairs had happened precisely as he wished them; and that + it would be good policy to trust to his future opportunities. But he was + so much in earnest, so honestly in love, that he felt his doubts and + anxieties could only be relieved by action. Sympathy, at least, he must + have; and he knew no man, to whom he would willingly talk of Cornelia. The + little jests and innuendoes sure to follow his confidence would be + intolerable if associated with a creature so pure and so ingenuous. + </p> + <p> + “I will go to my mother!” he thought. And this resolution + satisfied him so well, that he carried it out at once. But it was after + dark when he reached the tall stone portals of Hyde Manor House. The ride, + however, had given him back his best self. For when we leave society and + come into the presence of Nature, we become children again; and the + fictions of thought and action assumed among men drop off like a garment. + The beauty of the pale green hills, and the flowing river, and the budding + trees, and the melody of birds singing as if they never would grow old, + were all but charming accessories and horizons to his constant pictures of + Cornelia. It was she who gave life and beauty to all he saw; for as a + rule, if men notice nature at all, it is ever through some painted window + of their own souls. Few indeed are those who hear— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +“The Ancient Word, + That walked among the silent trees.” + </pre> + <p> + Yet Hyde was keenly conscious of some mystical sympathy between himself + and the lovely scenes through which he passed—conscious still more + of it when the sun had set and the moon rose—dim and inscrutable—over + the lonely way, and filled the narrow glen which was at the entrance to + the Manor House full of brooding power. + </p> + <p> + The great building loomed up dark and silent; there was but one light + visible. It was in his mother’s usual sitting-room, and as soon as + he saw it, he began to whistle. She heard him afar off, and was at the + door to give him a welcome. + </p> + <p> + “Joris, my dear one, we were talking of you!” she cried, as he + leaped from the saddle to her arms. “So glad are we! Come in + quickly! Such a good surprise! It is our hearts’ wish granted! Well, + are you? Quite well? Now, then, I am happy. Happy as can be! Look now, + Richard!” she called, as she flung the door open, and entered with + the handsome, smiling youth at her side. + </p> + <p> + In his way the father was just as much pleased. He pushed some papers he + had been busy with impatiently aside, and stood up with outstretched hand + to meet his son. + </p> + <p> + “Kate, my dear heart,” he cried, “let us have something + to eat. The boy will be hungry as a hunter after his ride. And George, + what brings you home? We were just telling each other—your mother + and I—that you were in the height of the city’s follies.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, sir, there will be few follies for some days. Mr. Franklin + is dead, and the city goes into mourning.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis a fate that all must meet,” said the General; + “but death and Franklin would look each other in the face as friends—He + had a work to do, he did it well, and it is finished. That is all. What + other news do you bring?” + </p> + <p> + “It is said that Mirabeau is arrested somewhere, for something. I + did not hear the particulars.” + </p> + <p> + “Probably, for the very least of his crimes. Marat hates him; and + Marat represents the fury of the Revolution. The monster wished to erect + eight hundred gibbets, and hang Mirabeau first.” + </p> + <p> + “And the deputies are returning to the Provinces, drunk with their + own importance. They have abolished titles, and coats of arms, and + liveries; and published a list of the names the nobles are to assume—as + if people did not know their own names. Mr. Hamilton says Revolution in + France has gone raving mad, and converted twenty-four millions of people + into savages.’” + </p> + <p> + “I hate the French!” said the General passionately. “It + is a natural instinct with me, just as tame animals are born with an + antipathy to wild beasts. If I thought I had one drop of French blood in + me, I would let it out with a dagger.” + </p> + <p> + George winced a little. He remembered that the Morans were of French + extraction; and he answered— + </p> + <p> + “After all, father, we must judge people individually. Mere race is + not much.” + </p> + <p> + “George Hyde! What are you saying? RACE is everything. It is the + strongest and deepest of all human feelings. Nothing conquers its + prejudices.” + </p> + <p> + “Except love. I have heard, father, that Love never asks ‘of + what race art thou?’ or even ‘whose son, or daughter, art + thou?’” + </p> + <p> + “You have heard many foolish things, George; that is one of them. + Men and women marry out of their own nationality, AT THEIR PERIL. I took + my life in my hand for your mother’s love.” + </p> + <p> + “She was worthy of the peril.” + </p> + <p> + “God knows it.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Mrs. Hyde entered the room, her fair face alight with love. + A servant carrying a tray full of good things to eat, followed her; and it + was delightful to watch her eager happiness as she arranged meats, and + sweetmeats, in tempting order for the hungry young man. He thoroughly + enjoyed this provision for his comfort; and as he ate, he talked to his + father of those things interesting to him, answering all questions with + that complaisant positiveness of youth which decides everything at once, + and without reservation. No one understood this better than General Hyde, + but it pleased him to draw out his son’s opinions; and it also + pleased him to watch the pride of the fond mother, who evidently + considered her boy a paragon of youthful judgment. + </p> + <p> + “And pray,” he asked, “what can you tell me about the + seat of government? Will New York be chosen?” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure it will be Philadelphia; and, indeed, I care not. It + would, however, amuse you to hear some of the opinions on the matter; for + every one hangs his judgment on the peg of his own little interests or + likings. Young De Witt says New York wants no government departments; that + she is far too busy a city, to endure government idlers hanging around her + best streets. Doctor Rush says the government is making our city a sink of + political vice. Mr. Wolcott says honesty is the fashion in New York. Some + of the clergy think Wall Street as wicked as the most fashionable streets + in Tyre and Sodom; and the street-singers—thanks to Mr. Freneau—have + each, and all, their little audiences on the subject. As I came up + Broadway, a man was shouting a rhyme advising the Philadelphians to + ‘get ready their dishcloths and brooms, and begin scouring their + knockers, and scrubbing their rooms.’ Perhaps the most sensible + thing on the subject came from one of the New England senators. He thought + the seat of government ought to be ‘in some wilderness, where there + would be no social attractions, where members could go and attend strictly + to business.’ Upon my word, sir, the opinions are endless in number + and variety; but, in truth, Mr. Hamilton and Mr. Morris are arranging the + matter. This is without doubt. There is to be some sort of compromise with + the Southern senators, who are promised the capital on the Potomac, + finally, if they no longer oppose the assumption of the State debts. I + hear that Mr. Jefferson has been brought to agree to this understanding. + And Mr. Morris doubtless thinks, if the government offices are once opened + in Philadelphia, they will remain there.” + </p> + <p> + “And Joris, the ladies? What say they on the subject?” asked + Mrs. Hyde. + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, mother, some of them are lamenting, and some looking + forward to the change. All are talking of the social deposition of the + beautiful Mrs. Bingham. ‘She will have to abate herself a little + before Mrs. Washington,’ I heard one lady say; while others declare, + that her association with our Republican Court will be harmonious and + advantageous; especially, as she is beloved in the home of the President.” + </p> + <p> + “OUR REPUBLICAN COURT! The definition is absurd!” said General + Hyde, with both scorn and temper. “A court pre-supposes both royalty + and nobility!” + </p> + <p> + “We have both of them intrinsically, father.” + </p> + <p> + “In faith, George! you will find, that intrinsic qualities have no + social value. What people require is their external evidence.” + </p> + <p> + “And their external evidence would be extremely offensive here, sir. + For my part, I think, the sneaking hankering after titles and ceremonies, + among our wealthy men and women is a very great weakness. Every one knows + that nothing would please fussy Mr. Adams better than to be a duke, or + even a lord—and he is by no means alone in such desires.” + </p> + <p> + “They may be yet realized.” + </p> + <p> + “They will not, sir—not, at least, while Thomas Jefferson + lives. He is the bulldog of Democracy, and he would be at the throat of + any such pretences as soon as they were suggested.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, George! I have no objections.” + </p> + <p> + “I knew, sir, that you were a thorough Democrat.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not go too far, George. I love Democracy; but I hate Democrats! + Now I am sleepy, and as Mr. Jefferson is on the watch, I may go to sleep + comfortably. I will talk to you more on these subjects in the morning. + Good-night!” He put his hand on his son’s shoulder, and looked + with a proud confidence into the bright face, lifted to the touch. + </p> + <p> + Then George was alone with his mother; but she was full of little + household affairs; and he could not bring into them a subject so close, + and so sacred to his heart. He listened a little wearily to her plans, and + was glad when she recollected the late hour and hurried him away to his + chamber—a large, lofty room in the front of the house, on which she + had realized all the ideas that her great love, and her really exquisite + taste suggested. He entered it with a sense of delight, and readily + surrendered himself to its dreamy air of sleep and rest. “I will + speak to my mother in the morning,” he thought. “To-night, her + mind is full of other things.” + </p> + <p> + But in the morning Mrs. Hyde was still more interested in “other + things.” She had an architect with her, her servants were to order, + her house to look after; and George readily felt that his hour was + certainly not in the early morning. He had slept a little late, and his + mother did not approve of sleep beyond the normal hour. He saw that he had + delayed household matters, and made an environment not quite harmonious. + So he ate his breakfast rapidly, and went out to the new stables. He + expected to find the General there, and he was not disappointed. He had, + however, finished his inspection of the horses, and he proposed a walk to + the upper end of the Glen, where a great pond was being dug for Mrs. Hyde’s + swans, and other aquatic birds. + </p> + <p> + There was much to interest them as they walked: men were busy draining, + and building stone walls; ploughing and sowing, and digging, and planting. + Yet, in the midst of all this busy life, George detected in his father’s + manner an air of melancholy. He looked into his son’s face with + affection, and pointed out to him with an apparent interest, the + improvements in progress, but George knew—though he could not have + explained why he knew—that his father’s heart was not really + in these things. Presently he asked, “How goes it with your law + books, George?” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, sir, I must confess, very indifferently. I have no senses + that way; and ‘tis only your desire that keeps my books open. I + would far rather read my Plutarch, or write with my sword.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me tell you, soberly, that it is a matter of personal interest + to you. There is now no question of the law as a profession, for since + your cousin’s death your prospects have entirely changed. But + consider, George, that not only this estate, but also the estate of your + Grandfather Van Heemskirk must eventually come to you. Much of both has + been bought from confiscated properties, and it is not improbable that + claimants may arise who will cause you trouble. How necessary, then, that + you should know something of the laws affecting land and property in this + country.” + </p> + <p> + “My grandfather is in trouble. I forgot to tell you last night, that + his friend, Elder Semple, is dead.” + </p> + <p> + “Dead!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + For a few minutes General Hyde remained silent; then he said with much + feeling, “Peace to the old Tory! He was once very kind to me and to + my family. Ah, George, I have again defrauded myself of a satisfaction! + For a long time I have intended to go and see him—it is now too + late! But I will return to the city with you and pay him the last respect + possible. Who told you this news?” + </p> + <p> + “I was walking on Broadway with young McAllister, and Doctor Moran + stopped us and sent word to Elder McAllister of the death of his friend. I + think, indeed, they were relatives.” + </p> + <p> + “Was Doctor Moran his physician?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. A very good physician, I believe; I know, that he is a + very courteous and entertaining gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “And pray, George, how do you come by such an opinion?” + </p> + <p> + “I had the honour of spending an evening at Doctor Moran’s + house this week; and if you will believe me, sir, he has a daughter that + shames every other beauty. Such bewildering loveliness! Such entrancing + freshness and purity I never saw before!” + </p> + <p> + “In love again, George. Faith, you make me ashamed of my own youth! + But this enchanting creature cannot make of her father—anything but + what he is.” + </p> + <p> + “This time I am desperately, and really, in love.” + </p> + <p> + “So you were with Mollie Trefuses, with Sarah Talbot, with Eliza + Capel, with Matilda Howard—and a galaxy of minor beauties.” + </p> + <p> + “But it has come to this—I wish to marry Miss Moran; and I + never wished to marry any other woman.” + </p> + <p> + “You have forgotten—And by Heaven! you must forget Miss Moran. + She is not to be thought of as a wife—for one moment.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, you are not so unjust as to make such a statement without + giving me a reason for it.” + </p> + <p> + “Giving you a reason! My reason ought to have sprung up voluntary in + your own heart. It is an incredible thing if you are not already familiar + with it.” + </p> + <p> + “Simply, sir, I profess my ignorance.” + </p> + <p> + “Look around you. Look east, and west, and north, and south,—all + these rich lands were bought with your Uncle William’s money. He + made himself poor, to make me rich; because, having brought me up as his + heir, he thought his marriage late in life had in a manner defrauded me. + You know that the death of his two sons has again made me the heir to the + Hyde earldom; and that after me, the succession is yours. Tell me now what + child is left to your uncle?” + </p> + <p> + “Only his daughter Annie, a girl of fourteen or fifteen years.” + </p> + <p> + “What will become of her when her father dies?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, how can I divine her future?” + </p> + <p> + “It is your duty to divine her future. Her father has no gold to + leave her—he gave it to me—and the land he cannot leave her; + yet she has a natural right, beyond either mine or yours.” + </p> + <p> + “I give her my right, cheerfully.” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot give it to her—unless you outlaw yourself from + your native country—strip yourself of your citizenship—declare + yourself unworthy to be a son of the land that gave you birth. Even if you + perpetrated such a civil crime, you would render no service to Annie. Your + right would simply lapse to the son of Herbert Hyde—the young man + you met at Oxford—” + </p> + <p> + “Surely, sir, we need not talk of that fellow. I have already told + you what a very sycophant he is. He licks the dust before any man of + wealth or authority; his tongue hangs down to his shoe-buckles.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then, sir, what is your duty to Annie Hyde?” + </p> + <p> + “I do not conceive myself to have any special duty to Annie Hyde.” + </p> + <p> + “Upon my honour, you are then perversely stupid! But it is + impossible that you do not realize what justice, honour, gratitude and + generosity demand from you! When your uncle wrote me that pitiful letter + which informed me of the death of his last son, my first thought was that + his daughter must be assured her right in the succession. There is one way + to compass this. You know what that way is.—Why do you not speak?” + </p> + <p> + “Because, sir, if I confess your evident opinion to be just, I bind + myself to carry it out, because of its justice.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it not just?” + </p> + <p> + “It might be just to Annie and very unjust to me.” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. Justice is a thing absolute; it is not altered by + circumstances, especially for a circumstance so trivial as a young man’s + idle fancy.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis no idle fancy. I love Cornelia Moran.” + </p> + <p> + “You have already loved a score of beauties—and forgotten + them.” + </p> + <p> + “I have admired, and forgot. If I had loved, I should not have + forgotten. Now, I love.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, sir, be a man, a noble man, and put your personal + gratification below justice, honour, and gratitude. This is the first real + trial of your life, George, are you going to play the coward in it?” + </p> + <p> + “If you could only see Miss Moran!” + </p> + <p> + “I should find it difficult to be civil to her. George, I put before + you a duty that no gentleman can by any possibility evade.” + </p> + <p> + “If this arrangement is so important, why was I not told of it, ere + this?” + </p> + <p> + “It is scarcely a year since your Cousin Harry’s death. Annie + is not fifteen years old. I did not wish to force matters. I intended you + to go to England next year, and I hoped that a marriage might come without + my advice or my interference. It seemed to me that Annie’s position + would itself open your heart to her.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no heart to give her.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you must at least give her your hand. I myself proposed this + arrangement, and your uncle’s pleasure and gratitude were of the + most touching kind. Further, if you will have the very truth, then know, + that under no circumstances, will I sanction a marriage with Doctor Moran’s + daughter.” + </p> + <p> + “You cannot possibly object to her, sir. She is perfection itself.” + </p> + <p> + “I object to her in-toto. I detest Doctor Moran, personally. I know + not why, nor care wherefore. I detest him still more sincerely as a man of + French extraction. I was brought very much in contact with him for three + years, and if we had not been in camp, and under arms, I would have + challenged him a score of times. He is the most offensive of men. He + brought his race prejudices continually to the front. When Lafayette was + wounded, with some of his bragging company, nothing would do but Doctor + Moran must go with them to the hospital at Bethlehem; yes, and stay there, + until the precious marquis was out of danger. I’ll swear that he + would not have done this for Washington—he would have blustered + about the poor fellows lying sick in camp. Moran talks about being an + American, and the Frenchman crops out at every corner. But HE is neither + here, nor there, in our affairs; what I wish you to remember is, that rank + has its duties as well as its privileges; and you would be a poltroon to + accept one and ignore the other. What are you going to do?” + </p> + <p> + “I know not. I must think—” + </p> + <p> + “I am ashamed of you! In the name of all that is honourable, what is + there to think about? Have you told this Miss Moran that you love her?” + </p> + <p> + “Not in precise words. I have only seen her three or four times.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, sir, you have only YOURSELF to think about. Have I a son with + so little proper feeling that he needs to think a moment when the case is + between honour and himself? George, it is high time that you set out to + travel. In the neighbourhood of your mother, and your grandparents, and + your flatterers in the city, you never get beyond the atmosphere of your + own whims and fancies. This conversation has come sooner than I wished; + but after it, there is nothing worth talking about.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, you are more cruel and unreasonable than I could believe + possible.” + </p> + <p> + “The railings of a losing lover are not worth answering. Give your + anger sway, and when you are reasonable again, tell me. A man mad in love + has some title to my pity.” + </p> + <p> + “And, sir, if you were any other man but my father, I would say + Confound your pity!’ I am not sensible of deserving it, except as + the result of your own unreasonable demands on me—Our conversation + is extremely unpleasant, and I desire to put an end to it. Permit me to + return to the house.” + </p> + <p> + “With all my heart. But let me advise you to say nothing to your + mother, at present, on this subject:” then with an air of dejection + he added—“What is past, must go; and whatever is to come is + very sure to happen.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, nothing past, present, or future, can change me. I shall obey + the wishes of my heart, and be true to its love.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me tell you, George, that Love is now grown wise. He follows + Fortune.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Let it be so. I will see you to-morrow in town. Ten to one, you + will be more reasonable then.” + </p> + <p> + He stood in the centre of the roadway watching his son’s angry + carriage. The poise of his head, and his rapid, uneven steps, were + symptoms the anxious father understood very well. “He is in a naked + temper, without even civil disguise,” he muttered; “and I hope + his own company will satisfy him until the first fever is past. Do I not + know that to be in love is to be possessed? It is in the head—the + heart—the blood—it is indeed an uncontrollable fever! I hope, + first and foremost, that he will keep away from his mother in his present + unreason.” + </p> + <p> + His mother was, however, George’s first desire. He did not believe + she would sanction his sacrifice to Annie Hyde. Justice, honour, + gratitude! these were fine names of his father’s invention to adorn + a ceremony which would celebrate his life-long misery, and he rebelled + against such an immolation of his youth and happiness. When he reached the + house, he found that his mother had gone to the pond to feed her swans; + and he decided to ride a little out of his way in order to see her there. + Presently he came to a spot where tall, shadowing pines surrounded a large + sheet of water, dipping their lowest branches into it. Mrs. Hyde stood + among them, and the white, stately birds were crowding to her very feet. + He reined in his horse to watch her, and though accustomed to her beauty, + he marvelled again at it. Like a sylvan goddess she stood, divinely tall, + and divinely fair; her whole presence suffused with a heavenly serenity + and happiness! Upon the soft earth the hoofs of his horse had not been + audible, but when he came within her sight, it was wonderful to watch the + transformation on her countenance. A great love, a great joy, swept away + like a gust of wind, the peace on its surface; and a glowing, loving + intelligence made her instantly restless. She called him with sweet + imperiousness, “George! Joris! Joris! My dear one!” and he + answered her with the one word ever near, and ever dear, to a woman’s + heart—“MOTHER!” + </p> + <p> + “I thought you were with your father. Where have you left him?” + </p> + <p> + “In the wilderness. There is need for me to go to the city. My + father will tell you WHY. I come only to see you—to kiss you—” + </p> + <p> + “Joris, I see that you are angry. Well then, my dear one, what is + it? What has your father been saying to you?” + </p> + <p> + “He will tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “SO! Whatever it is, your part I shall take. Right or wrong, your + part I shall take.” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing wrong, dear mother.” + </p> + <p> + “Money, is it?” + </p> + <p> + “It is not money. My father is generous to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, some woman it is?” + </p> + <p> + “Kiss me, mother. After all, there is no woman like unto you.” + </p> + <p> + She drew close to him, and he stooped his handsome face to hers, and + kissed her many times. Her smile comforted him, for it was full of + confidence, as she said— + </p> + <p> + “Trouble not yourself, Joris. At the last, your father sees through + my eyes. Must you go? Well then, the Best of Beings go with you!” + </p> + <p> + “When are you coming to town, mother?” + </p> + <p> + “Next week. There is a dinner party at the President’s, and + your father will not be absent—nor I—nor you?” + </p> + <p> + “If I am invited, I shall go, just that I may see you enter the + room. Let me tell you, that sight always fills my heart with a tumultuous + pride and love.” + </p> + <p> + “A great flatterer are you, Joris!” but she lifted her face + again, and George kissed it, and then rode rapidly away. + </p> + <p> + He hardly drew rein until he reached his grandfather’s house, a + handsome Dutch residence, built of yellow brick, and standing in a garden + that was, at this season, a glory of tulips and daffodils, hyacinths and + narcissus—the splendid colouring of the beds being wonderfully + increased by their borderings of clipped box. An air of sunshiny peace was + over the place, and as the upper-half of the side-door stood open he tied + his horse and went in. The ticking of the tall house-clock was the only + sound he heard at first, but as he stood irresolute, a sweet, thin voice + in an adjoining room began to sing a hymn. + </p> + <p> + “Grandmother! Grandmother!! Grandmother!!!” he called, and + before the last appeal was echoed the old lady appeared. She came forward + rapidly, her knitting in her hand. She was singularly bright and alert, + with rosy cheeks, and snow-white hair under a snow-white cap of + clear-starched lace. A snow-white kerchief of lawn was crossed over her + breast, and the rest of her dress was so perfectly Dutch that she might + have stepped out of one of Tenier’s pictures. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my Joris!” she cried, “Joris! Joris! I am so happy + to see thee. But what, then, is the matter? Thy eyes are full of trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “I will tell you, grandmother.” And he sat down by her side + and went over the conversation he had had with his father. She never + interrupted him, but he knew by the rapid clicking of her knitting needles + that she was moved far beyond her usual quietude. When he ceased speaking, + she answered— + </p> + <p> + “To sell thee, Joris, is a great shame, and for nothing to sell thee + is still worse. This is what I think: Let half of the income from the + earldom go to the poor young lady, but THYSELF into the bargain, is beyond + all reason. And if with Cornelia Moran thou art in love, a good thing it + is;—so I say.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you know Cornelia, grandmother?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, I have seen her; more than once. A great beauty I think + her; and Doctor John has Money—plenty of money—and a very good + family are the Morans. I remember his father—a very fine gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “But my father hates Doctor Moran.” + </p> + <p> + “Very wicked is he to hate any one. Why, then?” + </p> + <p> + “He gave me only one reason—that his family is French.” + </p> + <p> + “SO! Thy mother was Dutch. Every one cannot be English—a God’s + mercy they cannot! Now, then, thy grandfather is coming; thy trouble tell + to him. Good advice he will give thee.” + </p> + <p> + Senator Van Heemskirk however went first into his garden and gathering + great handfuls of white narcissus and golden daffodils, he called a slave + woman and bade her carry them to the Semple house, and lay them in, and + around, his friend’s coffin. One white lily he kept in his hand as + he came towards his wife and grandson, with eyes fixed on its beauty. + </p> + <p> + “Lysbet,” he said,—but he clasped George’s hand as + he spoke—“My Lysbet, if in the Dead Valley of this earth grow + such heavenly flowers as this, we will not fear the grave. It is only to + sleep on the breast that gives us the lily and the rose, and the wheat, + and the corn. Oh, how sweet is this flower! It has the scent of Paradise.” + </p> + <p> + He laid it gently down while he put off his fine broadcloth coat and lace + ruffles and assumed the long vest and silk skull cap, which was his home + dress; then he put it in a buttonhole of his vest, and seemed to joy + himself in its delicate fragrance. With these preliminaries neither Joris + nor Lysbet interfered; but when he had lit his long pipe and seated + himself comfortably in his chair, Lysbet said— + </p> + <p> + “Where hast thou been all this afternoon?” + </p> + <p> + “I have been sealing up my friend’s desk and drawers until his + sons arrive. Very happy he looks. He is now ONE OF THOSE THAT KNOW.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, after the long strife, ‘He Rests.’” + </p> + <p> + “Men have written it. What know they about it? Rest would not be + heaven to my friend Alexander Semple. To work, to be up and doing His + Will, that would be his delight.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder, Joris, if in the next life we shall know each other?” + </p> + <p> + “My Lysbet, in this life do we know each other?” + </p> + <p> + “I think not. Here has come our dear Joris full of trouble to thee, + for his father has said such things as I could not have believed. Joris, + tell thy grandfather what they are.” + </p> + <p> + And this time George, being very sure of hearty sympathy, told his tale + with great feeling—perhaps even with a little anger. His grandfather + listened patiently to the youth’s impatience, but he did not answer + exactly to his expectations. + </p> + <p> + “My Joris,” he said, “so hard it is to accept what goes + against our wishes. If Cornelia Moran you had not met, would your father’s + desires be so impossible to you? Noble and generous would they not seem—” + </p> + <p> + “But I have seen Cornelia, and I love her.” + </p> + <p> + “Two or three times you have seen her. How can you be sure that you + love her?” + </p> + <p> + “In the first hour I was sure.” + </p> + <p> + “Of nothing are we quite sure. In too great a hurry are you. Miss + Moran may not love you. She may refuse ever to love you. Her mind you have + not asked. Beside this, in his family her father may not wish you. A very + proud man is Doctor John.” + </p> + <p> + “Grandfather, I may be an earl some day.” + </p> + <p> + “An English earl. Doctor John may not endure to think of his only + child living in that far-off country. I, myself, know how this thought can + work a father to madness. And, again, your Cousin Annie may not wish to + marry you.” + </p> + <p> + “Faith, sir, I had not thought of myself as so very disagreeable.” + </p> + <p> + “No. Vain and self-confident is a young man. See, then, how many + things may work this way, that way, and if wise you are you will be quiet + and wait for events. One thing, move not in your anger; it is like putting + to sea in a tempest. Now I shall just say a word or two on the other side. + If your father is so set in his mind about the Hydes, let him do the + justice to them he wishes to do; but it is not right that he should make + YOU do it for him.” + </p> + <p> + “He says that only I can give Annie justice.” + </p> + <p> + “But that is not good sense. When the present Earl dies, and she is + left an orphan, who shall prevent your father from adopting her as his own + daughter, and leaving her a daughter’s portion of the estate? In + such case, she would be in exactly the same position as if her brother had + lived and become earl. Is not that so?” + </p> + <p> + “My dear, dear grandfather, you carry wisdom with you! Now I shall + have the pleasure to propose to my father that he do his own justice! O + wise, wise grandfather! You have made me happy to a degree!” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, but say not that <i>I</i> gave you such counsel. When + your father speaks to me, as he is certain to do, then I will say such and + such words to him; but my words in your mouth will be a great offence; and + very justly so, for it is hard to carry words, and carry nothing else. + Your dear mother—how is she?” + </p> + <p> + “Well and happy. She builds, and she plants, and the days are too + short for her. But my father is not so happy. I can see that he is wearied + of everything.” + </p> + <p> + “Not here, is his heart. It is in England. And no longer has he + great hopes to keep him young. If of Liberty I now speak to him, he has a + smile so hopeless that both sad and angry it makes me. No faith has he + left in any man, except Washington; and I think, also, he is disappointed + that Washington was not crowned King George the First.” + </p> + <p> + “I can assure you, sir, that others share his disappointment. Mr. + Adams would not object to be Duke of New York, and even little Burr would + like a lordship.” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard; my ears are not dull, nor my eyes blind. But too much + out of the world lives your father; men who do so grow unfit to live in + the world. He dreams dreams impossible to us—impossible to France—and + then he says ‘Liberty is a dream.’ Well, well, Life also is a + dream—when we awake—” + </p> + <p> + Then he ceased speaking, and there was silence until Lysbet Van Heemskirk + said, softly, “When we awake, WE SHALL BE SATISFIED.” + </p> + <p> + Van Heernskirk smiled at his wife’s cheerful assurance, and + continued, “It is true, Lysbet, what you say; and even here, in our + dreaming, what satisfaction! As for me, I expect not too much. The old + order and the new order fight yet for the victory; and what passes now + will be worth talking about fifty years hence.” + </p> + <p> + “It is said, grandfather, that the Dutch church is anti-Federal to a + man.” + </p> + <p> + “Not true are such sayings. The church will be very like old Van + Steenwyck, who boasts of his impartiality, and who votes for the Federals + once, and for the anti-Federals once, and the third time does not vote at + all. If taken was the vote of the Church, it would be six for the Federals + and half-a-dozen for the anti-Federals.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Burr—” + </p> + <p> + “Of Mr. Burr I will not talk. I like not his little dirty politics.” + </p> + <p> + “He is very clever.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, you have to praise him for being clever; for being + honest you cannot praise him.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis a monstrous pity that Right can only be on one side; yet + sometimes Right and Mr. Burr may happen to be on the same side.” + </p> + <p> + “The right way is too straight for Aaron Burr. If into it he wanders + tis for a wrong reason.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear grandfather, how your words bite!” + </p> + <p> + “I wish not to say biting things; but Aaron Burr stands for those + politicians who turn patriotism into shopkeeping and their own interest—men + who care far more for WHO governs us than for HOW we are governed. And + what will be the end of such ways? I will tell you. We shall have a + Democracy that will be the reign of those who know the least and talk the + loudest.” + </p> + <p> + At this point in the conversation Van Heemskirk was called to the door + about some business matter and George was left alone with his grandmother. + She was setting the tea-table, and her hands were full of china; but she + put the cups quickly down, and going to George’s side, said— + </p> + <p> + “Cornelia Moran spends this evening with her friend Arenta Van + Ariens. Well then, would thou like an excuse to call on Arenta?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, grandmother! Do you indeed know Arenta? Can you send me there?” + </p> + <p> + “Since she was one month old I have known Arenta. This morning, she + came here to borrow for her Aunt Jacobus my ivory winders. Now then, I did + not wish to lend Angelica Jacobus my winders; and I said to Arenta that + ‘by and by I would look for them.’ Not far are they to seek; + and for thy pleasure I will get them, and thou canst take them this + evening to Arenta.” + </p> + <p> + “O you dear, dear grandmother!” and he stood up, and lifted + her rosy face between his hands and kissed her. + </p> + <p> + “I am so fond of thee,” she continued. “I love thee so + much; and thy pleasure is my pleasure; and I see no harm—no harm at + all—in thy love for the beautiful Cornelia. I think, with thee, she + is a girl worth any man’s heart; and if thou canst win her, I, for + one, will be joyful with thee. Perhaps, though, I am a selfish old woman—it + is so easy to be selfish.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me tell you, grandmother, you know not how to be selfish.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me tell thee, Joris, I was thinking of myself, as well as of + thee. For while thy grandfather talked of Aaron Burr, this thought came + into my mind—if to Annie Hyde my Joris is married, he will live in + England, and I shall see him no more in this world. But if to Cornelia + Moran he is married, when his father goes to England, then here he will + stay; he will live at Hyde Manor, and I shall go to see him, and he will + call here to see me;—and then, many good days came into my thoughts. + Yes, yes, in every kind thing, in every good thing, somewhere there is hid + a little bit of our own will and way. Always, if I look with straight + eyes, I can find it.” “Get me the winders, grandmother; for + now you have given me a reason to hurry.” + </p> + <p> + “But why so quickly must you go?” + </p> + <p> + “Look at me! It will take me two hours to dress. I have had no + dinner—I want to think—you understand, grandmother?” + </p> + <p> + Then she went into the best parlour, and opening one of the shutters let + in sufficient light to find in the drawer of a little Chinese cabinet some + ivory winders of very curious design and workmanship. She folded them in + soft tissue paper and handed them to her grandson with a pleasant nod; and + the young man slipped them into his waistcoat pocket, and then went + hurriedly away. + </p> + <p> + He had spoken of his dinner, but though somewhat hungry, he made but a + light meal. His dress seemed to him the most vitally important thing of + the hour; and no girl choosing her first ball gown could have felt more + anxious and critical on the subject. His call was to be considered an + accidental one; and he could not therefore dress as splendidly as if it + were a ceremonious or expected visit. After much hesitation, he selected a + coat and breeches of black velvet, a pearl-coloured vest, and cravat and + ruffles of fine English bone lace. Yet when his toilet was completed, he + was dissatisfied. He felt sure more splendid apparel set off his dark + beauty to greater advantage; and yet he was equally sure that more + splendid apparel would not—on this occasion—be as suitable. + </p> + <p> + Doubting and hoping, he reached the Van Ariens’ house soon after + seven o’clock. It was not quite dark, and Jacob Van Ariens stood on + the stoop, smoking his pipe and talking to a man who had the appearance of + a workman; and who was, in fact, the foreman of his business quarters in + the Swamp. + </p> + <p> + “Good-evening, sir,” said George with smiling politeness. + “Is Miss Van Ariens within?” + </p> + <p> + “Within? Yes. But company she has tonight,” said the watchful + father, as he stood suspicious and immovable in the entrance. + </p> + <p> + It did not seem to George as if it would be an easy thing to pass such a + porter at the door, but he continued, + </p> + <p> + “I have come with a message to Miss Van Ariens.” + </p> + <p> + “A very fine messenger!” answered Van Ariens, slightly + smiling. + </p> + <p> + “A fine lady deserves a fine messenger. But, sir, if you will do my + errand for me, I am content. ‘Tis from Madame Van Heemskirk—” + </p> + <p> + “SO then? That is good.” + </p> + <p> + “I am George Hyde, her grandson, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then, I did not know. ‘Tis near dark, and I see not as + well as once I did.” + </p> + <p> + “I have brought from Madame Van Heemskirk some ivory winders for + Madame Jacobus.” + </p> + <p> + “Come in, come in, and tell my Arenta the message thyself. I know + nothing of such things. Come in, I did not think of thee as my friend Van + Heemskirk’s grandson. Welcome art thou!” and Van Ariens + himself opened the parlour door, saying, “Arenta, here is George + Hyde. A message he brings for thy Aunt Angelica.” + </p> + <p> + And while these words were being uttered, George delighted his eyes with + the vision of Cornelia, who sat at a small table with some needlework in + her hand. Arenta’s tatting was over her foot, and she had to remove + it in order to rise and meet Hyde. Rem sat idly fingering a pack of + playing cards and talking to Cornelia. This situation George took in at a + glance; though his sense of sight was quite satisfied when it rested on + the lovely girl who dropped her needle as he entered, for he saw the + bright flush which overspread her face and throat, and the light of + pleasure which so filled her eyes that they seemed to make her whole face + luminous. + </p> + <p> + In a few moments, Arenta’s pretty enthusiasms and welcomes + dissipated all constraint, and Hyde placed his chair among the happy group + and fell easily into his most charming mood. Even Rem could not resist the + atmosphere of gaiety and real enjoyment that soon pervaded the room. They + sang, they played, they had a game at whist, and everything that happened + was in some subtle, secret way, a vehicle for Hyde’s love to express + itself. Yet it was to Arenta he appeared to be most attentive; and Rem was + good-naturedly inclined to permit his sister to be appropriated, if only + he was first in the service of Cornelia. + </p> + <p> + But though Hyde’s attentions were so little obvious, Cornelia was + satisfied. It would have been a poor lover who could not have said under + such circumstances “I love you” a hundred times over; and + George Hyde was not a poor lover. He had naturally the ardent confidence + and daring which delight women, and he had not passed several seasons in + the highest London society without learning all those sweet, occult ways + of making known admiration, which the presence of others renders both + necessary and possible. + </p> + <p> + About half-past nine, a negro woman came with Cornelia’s cloak and + hood. George took them from Arenta’s hand and folded the warm + circular round Cornelia’s slight figure; and then watched her tie + her pretty pink hood, managing amid the pleasant stir of leave-taking to + whisper some words that sang all night like sweetest music in her heart. + It was Rem, however, that gave her his arm and escorted her to her own + door; and with this rightful privilege to his guest young Hyde was far too + gentlemanly and just to interfere. However, even in this moment of seeming + secondary consideration, he heard a few words which gave him a delightful + assurance of coming satisfaction. For as the two girls stood in the hall, + Arenta said— + </p> + <p> + “You will come over in the morning, Cornelia?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot,” answered Cornelia. “After breakfast, I have + to go to Richmond Hill with a message from my mother to Mrs. Adams; and + though father will drive me there I shall most likely have to walk home. + But I will come to you in the afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. Then in the morning I will go to Aunt Angelica’s + with the winders. I shall then have some news to tell you in the afternoon—that + is, if the town makes us any.” + </p> + <p> + And George, hearing these words, could hardly control his delight. For he + was one of Mrs. Adams’ favourites, and so much at home in her house + that he could visit her at any hour of the day without a ceremonious + invitation. And it immediately struck him that his mother had often + desired to know how Mrs. Adams fed her swans, and also that she had wished + for some seeds from her laburnum trees. These things would make a valid + excuse for an early call, as Mrs. Adams might naturally suppose he was on + his way to Hyde Manor. + </p> + <p> + He took a merry leave of Arenta, and with his mind full of this plan, went + directly to his rooms. The Belvedere Club was this night, impossible to + him. After the angelic Cornelia, he could not take into his consciousness + the hideous Marat, and the savage orgies of the French Revolution. Such a + thought transference would be an impossible profanation. Indeed, he could + consider no other thing, but the miraculous fact, that Cornelia was going + to Mrs. Adams’; and that it was quite within his power to meet her + there. + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis my destiny! ‘Tis my happy destiny to love her!” + he said softly to himself. “Such an adorable girl! Such a ravishing + beauty is not elsewhere on this earth!” And he was not conscious of + any exaggeration in such language. Nor was there. He was young, he was + rich, he had no business to consider, no sorrow to sober him, no care of + any kind to mingle with the rapturous thoughts which his transported + imagination and his captivated heart blended with the image of Cornelia. + </p> + <p> + “I shall tell Mrs. Adams how far gone in love I am,” he + continued. “She is herself set on that clever little husband of + hers; and ‘tis said, theirs was a love match, beyond all + speculation. I shall say to her, Help me, madame, to an opportunity’; + and I think she will not refuse. As for my father, I heard him this + morning with as much patience as any Christian could do; but I am resolved + to marry Cornelia. I will not give her up; not for an earldom! not for a + dukedom! not for the crown of England!” + </p> + <p> + And to these thoughts he flung off, with a kind of passion, his coat and + vest. The action was but the affirmation of his resolve, a materialization + of his will. To have used an oath in connection with Cornelia would have + offended him; but this passionate action asserted with equal emphasis his + unalterable resolve. A tender, gallant, courageous spirit possessed him. + He was carried away by the feelings it inspired: and nobly so, for alas + for that man who professes to be in love and is not carried away by his + feelings; in such case, he has no feelings worth speaking of! + </p> + <p> + Joris Hyde allowed the sweet emotions Cornelia had inspired to have, and + to hold, and to occupy his whole being. His heart burned within him; + memories of Cornelia closed his eyes, and then filled them with adorable + visions of her pure, fresh loveliness; his pulses bounded; his blood ran + warm and free as the ethereal ichor of the gods. Sleep was a thousand + leagues away; he was so vivid, that the room felt hot; and he flung open + the casement and sat in a beatitude of blissful hopes and imaginations. + </p> + <p> + And after midnight, when dreams fall, the moon came up over Nassau and + Cedar Streets and threw poetic glamours over the antique churches, and + grassy graveyards, and the pretty houses, covered with vines and budding + rosebushes; and this soft shadow of light calmed and charmed him. In it, + he could believe all his dreams possible. He leaned forward and watched + the silvery disc, struggling in soft, white clouds; parting them, as with + hands, when they formed in baffling, airy masses in her way. And the + heavenly traveller was not silent; she had a language he understood; for + as he watched the sweet, strong miracle, he said softly to himself— + </p> + <p> + “It is a sign to me! It is a sign! So will I put away every baffling + hindrance between Cornelia and myself. Barriers will only be as those + vaporous clouds. I shall part them with my strong resolves—I shall—I + shall—I—” and he fell asleep with this sense of victory + thrilling his whole being. Then the moon rose higher, and soon came in + broad white bars through the window and lay on his young, handsome, + smiling face, with the same sweet radiance that in the days of the gods + glorified the beautiful shepherd, sleeping on the Ephesian plains. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V — TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF + </h2> + <p> + When Hyde awakened, he was in that borderland between dreams and day which + we call dawn. And as the ear is the last sense to go to sleep, and the + first sense to throw off its lethargy, the voices of men calling “Milk + Ho!” and the shrill childish cries of “Sweep Ho!” were + the first intruders into that pleasant condition between sleeping and + waking, so hard for any of us to leave without a sigh of regret. These + sounds were quickly supplemented by the roll of the heavy carts which + purveyed the only water suitable for drinking and culinary purposes; and + by the sounds of wood-sawing and wood-chopping before the doors of the + adjacent houses—sounds quickly blending themselves with the + shuffling feet of the slaves cleaning the doorsteps and sidewalks, and + chattering, singing, quarrelling the while with their neighbours, or with + other early ministers to the city’s domestic wants. + </p> + <p> + These noises had never before made any impression on him. “I am more + alive than ever I was in my life,” he said; and he laughed gayly, + and went to the window. “It is a lovely day; and that is so much in + my favour,” he added, “for if it were raining, Cornelia would + not leave the house.” Then a big man, with a voice like a bull of + Bashan, went down the opposite side of the street, shouting as he went—“Milk + Ho!” and Hyde considered him. He had a heavy wooden yoke across his + shoulders; and large tin pails, full of milk, hanging from it. + </p> + <p> + “How English we are!” he exclaimed, with a touch of irony. + “We have not thrown off the yoke, by any means—at Mr. Adams’, + for instance, I could believe myself in England. How exclusive is the + pompous little Minister! What respect for office! What adoration for + landed gentry! What supercilious tolerance for tradesmen! Oh, indeed, it + confounds me! But why should I trouble myself? I, who have the most + adorable mistress in the world to think about! What are the kings, + presidents, ministers, knaves of the world to me? Let Destiny shuffle them + back and forth. I am indifferent to whichever is trumps.” + </p> + <p> + Then he fell into a reverie about his proposed visit to Mrs. Adams. Last + night it had appeared to him an easy and natural thing to do. He was not + so sure of his position this morning. Mr. Adams might be present; he was + punctilious in the extreme, and a call without an invitation at that early + hour might be considered an impertinence—especially if he had no + opportunity to enlighten Mrs. Adams about his love for Miss Moran, and so + ask her assistance. Then he began to doubt whether his mother was on + sufficient terms of intimacy to warrant his speaking about the swans and + laburnum seeds—in short, the visit that had seemed so natural and + proper when he first conceived it, assumed, on reflection, an aspect of + difficulty and almost of impropriety. + </p> + <p> + But there are times when laissez-aller carries all before it, and Hyde was + in just such a mood. “I’ll run the chance,” he said. + “I’ll risk it. I’ll let things take their course.” + Then he began to dress, and as doubt of any kind is best ended by action, + he gathered confidence as he did so. Fortunately, there was no hesitation + this morning in his mind about his dress. He was going to ride to Richmond + Hill, and he was quite satisfied with his riding suit. He knew that it was + the next thing to a becoming uniform. He knew that he looked well in it; + and he remembered with complaisance that it was old enough to be + individual; and new enough to be handsome and striking. + </p> + <p> + And, after all, when a man is in love, to be reasonable is often to be + cowardly. But Hyde was no coward; so then, it was not long ere he put all + fears and doubts behind him and set his musings to the assertion: “I + said to my heart, last night, that I would meet Cornelia at Richmond Hill + this morning. I will not go back on my word. Such fluctuability is only + fit for failure.” + </p> + <p> + When he was dressed he went to his hotel and breakfasted there; for the + “cup of coffee” he had intended to ask of Mrs. Adams appeared, + now, a little presumptuous. In the enthusiasm of the previous night, with + Cornelia’s smiles warming his imagination and her words thrilling + his heart, everything had seemed possible and natural; but last night and + this morning were different epochs. Last night, he had been better, + stronger than himself; this morning, he felt all the limitations of social + conveniences and tyrannies. Early as it was, there were many members and + senators present—eating, drinking coffee, and talking of Franklin, + or of the question of the Senate sitting with closed doors, or of some + other of the great little subjects then agitating society. Hyde took no + notice of any of these disputes until a man—evidently an Englishman—called + Franklin “a beggar-on-horseback-Yankee.” Then he put down his + knife and fork, and looked steadily at the speaker, saying with the utmost + coolness and firmness— + </p> + <p> + “You are mistaken, sir. The beggar-on-horseback is generally + supposed to ride to the devil. Franklin rode to the highest posts of + political honour and to the esteem and affection of worthy men in all the + civilized world.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand, I understand, sir,” was the reply. “The + infatuation of a nation for some particular genius or leader is very like + that of a man for an ugly woman. When they do get their eyes opened, they + wonder what bewitched them.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, what is unreasonable is irrefutable.” With these words + he rose, pushed aside his chair with a little temper, and, turning, met + Jefferson face to face. The great man smiled, and put his hand + affectionately on Hyde’s shoulder. He had evidently heard the + conversation, for when he had made the usual greetings, he added— + </p> + <p> + “You spoke well, my young friend. Now, I will give you a piece of + advice—when any one abuses a great man in your presence, ask them + what kind of people, THEY admire. You will certainly be consoled.” + With these words he took Hyde’s chair; and Hyde, casting his eyes a + moment on this tall, loose-limbed man, whose cold blue eyes and red hair + emphasized the stern anger of his whole appearance, was well disposed to + leave the scurrilous Englishman to his power of reproof. Besides, the + badge of mourning which Jefferson wore had reminded him of his own + neglect. Probably, it was the want of this badge that had made the + stranger believe he was speaking to one who would sympathize with his + views. + </p> + <p> + So he went at once to his tailor’s and procured the necessary band + of crape for his arm. But these events took time, and though he rode hard + afterwards, it was quite half-past nine when he drew rein at the door of + Richmond Hill. A slave in a fine livery was lounging there; and he gave + him his card. In a few moments the man returned with an invitation to + dismount and come into the breakfast-room. Thus far, he had suffered + himself to be carried forward by the impulse of his heart; and he still + put firmly down any wonder as to what he should say or do. + </p> + <p> + He was shown into a bright little parlour with open windows. A table, + elegantly and plentifully spread, occupied the centre of the room; and + sitting at it were the Vice-President and Mrs. Adams; and also their only + daughter, the beautiful, but not very intellectual, Mrs. Smith. It was + easy to see that the meal was really over, and that the trio had been + simply lingering over the table because of some interesting discussion; + and it was quite as easy to understand that his entrance had put an end to + the conversation. Mrs. Adams met him with genuine, though formal, + kindness; Mrs. Smith with courtesy; and the Vice-President rose, bowed + handsomely, hoped he was well, and then after a minute’s reflection + said— + </p> + <p> + “We were talking about the official title proper for General + Washington. What do you think, Lieutenant? Or have you heard General Hyde + express any opinion on the subject?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, I do not presume to understand the ceremonials of government. + My father is of the opinion, that ‘The President of the United + States’ has a Roman and republican simplicity, and that any addition + to it would be derogatory and childish.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear young man, the eyes of the world are upon us. To give a + title to our leaders and rulers belongs to history. In the Roman republic + great conquerors assumed even distinctive titles, as well as national + ones.” + </p> + <p> + “Then our Washington is superior to them. Let us be grateful that he + has not yet called himself—Americanus. I like Doctor Kunz’s + idea of Washington best, but I see not how it could be put into a civil + title.” + </p> + <p> + “Doctor Kunz! Doctor Kunz! Oh yes, of the Dutch congregation. Pray + what is it?” + </p> + <p> + “‘And there came up a lion out of Judah.’ My grandfather + is an elder in that church, and he said the verse and the sermon on it + lifted the people to their feet.” + </p> + <p> + “That might do very well for one side of a state seal; but it is a + proper prefix we need. I don’t think we can say ‘Your Majesty + the President.’” + </p> + <p> + “I should think not,” replied Mrs. Adams with an air of + decision. + </p> + <p> + “Chief Justice McKean thinks ‘His Serene Highness the + President of the United States’ is very suitable. Roger Sherman is + of the opinion that neither ‘His Highness’ nor ‘His + Excellency’ are novel and dignified enough; and General Muhlenberg + says Washington himself is in favour of High Mightiness,’ the title + used by the Stadtholder of Holland.” + </p> + <p> + “That would please the Dutch-Americans,” said Mrs. Adams—“if + a title at all is necessary, which I confess I cannot understand. Is it to + be High Mightiness’ then?” she asked with a little laugh. + </p> + <p> + “I think not. Muhlenberg, however, has seriously offended the + President by making a joke of the proposition; and I must say, it was + ill-timed of Muhlenberg, and not what I should have expected of him.” + </p> + <p> + “But what was the joke?” + </p> + <p> + “Something to the effect that if the office was certain to be held + by men as large as Washington, the title of ‘High Mightiness’ + would not be amiss; but that if a little man—say like Aaron Burr—should + be elected, the title would be a ridiculous one. The fact is, Muhlenberg + is against any title whatever but that of ‘President of the United + States.’” + </p> + <p> + “And how will you vote, John?” + </p> + <p> + “In favour of a title. Certainly, I shall. Your Majesty is a very + good prefix. It would draw the attention of England, and show her that we + were not afraid to assume ‘the majesty’ of our conquest.” + </p> + <p> + “And if you wish to please France,” continued Mrs. Adams—“which + seems the thing in fashion—you might have the prefix ‘Citizen.’ + ‘Citizen Washington’ is not bad.” + </p> + <p> + “It is execrable, Mrs. Adams; and I am ashamed that you should make + it, even as a pleasantry.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, my friend, there is no foretelling what may be. The French + fever is rising every day. I even may be compelled to drop the offensive + ‘Mistress’ and call myself Citoyenne Adams. And, after all, I + do believe that the President regards his citizenship far above his + office. What say you, Lieutenant?” + </p> + <p> + “I think, madame, that fifty, one hundred, one thousand years after + this day, it will be of little importance what prefix is put before the + name of the President. He will be simply GEORGE WASHINGTON in every heart + and on every page.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true,” said Mrs. Adams. “Fame uses no prefixes. + It is Pompey, Julius Caesar, Pericles, Alfred, Hampden, Oliver Cromwell. + Or it is a suffix like Alexander the Great; or Richard Coeur-de-Lion. I + have no objection to Washington the Great, or Washington Coeur-de-Lion.” + </p> + <p> + “Washington will do for love and for fame,” continued Hyde. + “The next generation may say MR. Madison, or MR. Monroe, or MR. Jay; + but they will want neither prefix nor suffix to Washington, Jefferson, + Franklin,—and, if you permit me, sir—Adams.” + </p> + <p> + The Vice-president was much pleased. He said “Pooh! Pooh!” and + stood up and stepped loftily across the hearth-rug, but the subtle + compliment went warm to his heart, and the real worth of the man’s + nature came straight to the front, as he looked, under its influence, the + honest, positive, honourable gentleman that every great occasion found him + to be. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” he answered; “heartily, and from our + souls, we must do our best, and then trust to Truth and Time, our name and + our memory. But I must now go to town—our affairs give us no + holidays.” And then instantly the room was in a fuss and a flurry. + No Englishman could have made a more bustling exit; and, indeed, even in + his physical aspect, John Adams was a perfect picture of the traditional + John Bull. His natural temperament carried out this likeness: high-mettled + as a game-cock during the Revolutionary war, he was, in politics, + passionate, dogmatic and unconciliating, and in social life ceremonious + and showy as any Englishman could be. + </p> + <p> + After he had gone, Mrs. Adams proposed a walk in the lovely garden; and + Hyde hoped then to obtain a few words with her. But Mrs. Smith accompanied + them, and introduced immediately a grievance she had evidently been + previously discussing. With a provoking petulance she told and re-told + some slight which Sir John Temple had offered Mr. Smith: adding always + “Lady Temple is very civil to me; but I cannot, and I will not, + exchange visits with any lady who does not pay my William an equal + civility.” Enlarging and enlarging on this text, Hyde found no + opportunity to get a word in on his own affairs; and then, suddenly, as + they turned into the main avenue, Doctor Moran and Cornelia appeared. + </p> + <p> + Quite as suddenly, Mrs. Adams divined the motive of Hyde’s early + visit; she opened her eyes wide, and looked at him with a comprehension so + clear and real that Hyde was compelled to answer, and acknowledge her + suspicion by a look and movement quite as unequivocal. Yet this + instantaneous understanding contained neither promise nor sympathy; and he + could not tell whether he had gained a friend or simply made a confession. + </p> + <p> + Doctor Moran was evidently both astonished and annoyed. He stepped out of + his carriage and joined Mrs. Adams but kept Cornelia by his side, so that + Hyde was compelled to escort Mrs. Smith. And Cornelia, beyond a very civil + “Good-morning, sir,” gave him no sign. He could watch her + slight, virginal figure, and the bend of her head in answering Mrs. Adams + gave him transient glimpses of her fair face; but there was no message in + all its changes for him. In fact, in spite of Mrs. Smith’s little + rill of social complaining, he felt quite “out” of the inner + circle of the company’s interests, and he was also deeply mortified + at Cornelia’s apparent indifference. + </p> + <p> + When the party reached the steps before the house door, though Mrs. Adams + certainly invited him to remain, he had come to the conclusion that he was + just the one person NOT wanted at that time; yet as he had plenty of + self-command he completely hid beneath a gay and charming manner the + chagrin and disappointment that were really tormenting him. For one moment + he caught Cornelia’s eyes, but his glance was too rapid and + inquisitive. She was embarrassed, and a little frightened by it; and with + a deep blush turned towards Mrs. Smith and said something trivial about + the weather and the fine view. He could not understand this attitude. + Feelings of tenderness, anger, mortification,—feelings strong and + threefold crowded his beating heart and vivid brain. He longed to set his + restless thoughts to rapid movement—to gallop—to ejaculate—to + do any foolish thing that would relieve his sense of vexation and defeat. + But until he was out of sight and hearing he rode slowly, with the easy + air of a man who was only sensitive to the beauty of his surroundings, and + thoroughly enjoying them. + </p> + <p> + He kept this pace till quite outside the precincts of Richmond Hill, then + he struck his horse with a passion that astonished the animal and the next + moment shamed himself. He stooped instantly and apologized to the + quivering creature; and was as instantly forgiven. Then he began to talk + to himself in those elliptical, unfinished sentences, which the inner man + understands, and so thoroughly finishes—“If I were not morally + sure—It is as plain as can be—How in the name of wonder?—I’ll + say so much for myself—I am sorry that I went there—A couple + of uninteresting women—This for you, sir!—Whistled myself up + this morning on a fool’s errand—No more! no more to save my + life!—Grant me patience—Mrs. Smith giving herself a parcel of + airs—Oh, adorable Cornelia!” + </p> + <p> + Such reflections, blended with pet names and apologies to his horse, + brought him in sight of the Van Heemskirk house, and he instantly felt how + good his grandmother’s sympathy would be. He saw her at the door, + leaning over the upper-half and watching his approach. + </p> + <p> + “I knew it was thee!” she cried; “always, the clatter of + thy horse’s hoofs says plainly to me, ‘Grand-moth-er! + grand-moth-er! grand-moth-er!’ Now, then, what is the matter with + thee? Disappointed, wert thou last night?” + </p> + <p> + “No—but this morning I have been badly used; and I am angry at + it.” Then he told her all the circumstances of his visit to Richmond + Hill, and she listened patiently, as was her way with all complainers. + </p> + <p> + “In too great haste art thou,” were her first words. “No + worse I think of Cornelia, because a little she draws back. To want, and + to have thy want, that has been the way with thee all thy life long. Even + thy sword and the battlefield were not denied thee; but a woman’s + love!—that is to be won. Little wouldst thou value it, lightly + wouldst thou hold it, if it were thine for the wishing. Thy mother has + taught thee to expect too much.” + </p> + <p> + “And my grandmother?” + </p> + <p> + “That is so. A very foolish old woman is thy grandmother. Too much + she loves thee, or she had not sent thee to Arenta’s last night with + her best ivory winders.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Arenta is a very darling! Had she been present this morning, + she had taken the starch out of all our fine talk and fine manners. We + should have chattered like the swallows about pleasant homely things; and + left title-making to graver fools.” + </p> + <p> + “If, now, thou had fallen in love with Arenta, it had been a good + thing.” + </p> + <p> + “If I had not seen Cornelia, I might have adored Arenta—but, + then, Arenta has already a lover.” + </p> + <p> + “So? And pray who is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Of all men in the world, the gay, handsome Frenchman, Athanase + Tounnerre, a member of the French embassy. How a girl so plainly Dutch can + endure the creature confounds me.” + </p> + <p> + “Stop a little. The grandmother of Arenta was French. Very well I + remember her—a girl all alive, from head to foot; never still. Thy + grandfather used to say, ‘In her veins is quick-silver, not blood,’ + And, too soon, she wore away her life; Arenta’s mother was but a + baby, when she died.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! So it is! We are the past, as well as the present. As for + myself—” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art thy father over again; only sweeter, and better—that + is the Dutch in thee—the happy, easy-going Dutch—if only thou + wert not so lazy.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the English in me—the self-indulgent, masterful + English. So then, Arenta, being partly French, back to the French she + goes. ‘Tis passing strange.” + </p> + <p> + “Of this, art thou sure?” + </p> + <p> + “I have listened to the man. Every one has. He wears Arenta’s + name on his sleeve. He drinks her health in all companies. He will talk to + any stranger he meets, for an hour at a time, about his ‘fair + Arenta.’ I can but wonder at the fellow. It is inconceivable to me; + for though I am passionately taken with Cornelia Moran, I hide her close + in my heart. I should want to strike any man who breathed her name. Yet it + is said of Athanase de Tounnerre that he paid a visit to every one he + knew, in order to tell them of his felicity.” + </p> + <p> + “And her father? To such a marriage what will he say?” + </p> + <p> + Hyde stretched out his legs and struck them lightly with his riding whip. + Then, with a smile, he answered, “He will be proud enough in his + heart. Arenta would certainly leave him soon, and the Dutch are very + sensible to the charm of a title. His daughter, the Marquise de Tounnerre, + will be a very great woman in his eyes.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the truth. I was glad for thy mother to be a lady, and go + to Court, and see the Queen. Yes, indeed! in my heart I was proud of it + Twas about that very thing poor Janet Semple and I became unfriends.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, it is the common failing; and at present, there is no one + like the French. I will except the President, and Mr. Adams, and Mr. + Hamilton, and say the rest of us are French mad.” + </p> + <p> + “Thy grandfather, and thy grandmother too, thou may except. And as + for thy father, with a great hatred he names them.” + </p> + <p> + “My father is English; and the English and French are natural and + salutary enemies. I once heard Lord Exmouth say that France was to England + all that Carthage was to Rome—the natural outlet for the temper of a + people so quarrelsome that they would fight each other if they had not the + French to fight.” + </p> + <p> + “Listen! That is thy father’s gallop. Far off, I know it. So + early in the morning, what is he coming for?” + </p> + <p> + “He had an intention to go to Mr. Semple’s funeral.” + </p> + <p> + “That is good. Thy grandfather is already gone—” and she + looked so pointedly down at her black petticoat and bodice, that Hyde + answered— + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I see that you are in mourning. Is it for Mr. Franklin, or for + Mr. Semple?” + </p> + <p> + “Franklin was far off; by my fireside Alexander Semple often sat; + and at my table often he ate. Good friends were we once—good friends + are we now; for all but Love, Death buries.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment General Hyde entered the room. Hurry and excitement were in + his face, though they were well controlled. He gave his hand to Madame Van + Heemskirk, saying— + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, mother! You look well, as you always do:”—then + turning to his son and regarding the young man’s easy, smiling + indifference, he said with some temper, “What the devil, George, are + you doing here, so early in the day? I have been through the town seeking + you—everywhere—even at that abominable Club, where Frenchmen + and vagabonds of all kinds congregate.” + </p> + <p> + “I was at the Vice-President’s, sir,” answered George, + with a comical assumption of the Vice-President’s manner. + </p> + <p> + “You were WHERE?” + </p> + <p> + “At Richmond Hill. I made an early call on Mrs. Adams.” + </p> + <p> + Then General Hyde laughed heartily. “You swaggering dandy!” he + replied. “Did you take a bet at the Belvedere to intrude on His + Loftiness? And have you a guinea or two on supping a cup of coffee with + him? Upon my honour, you must now be nearly at the end of your follies. + Mother, where is the Colonel?” + </p> + <p> + “He has gone to Elder Semple’s house. You know—” + </p> + <p> + “I know well. For a long time I have purposed to call on the old + gentleman, and what I have neglected I am now justly denied. I meant, at + least, to pay him the last respect; but even that is to-day impossible. + For I must leave for England this afternoon at five o’clock, and I + have more to do than I can well accomplish.” + </p> + <p> + George leaped to his feet at these words. Nothing could have been more + unexpected; but that is the way with Destiny, her movements are ever + unforeseen and inevitable. “Sir,” he cried, “what has + happened?” + </p> + <p> + “Your uncle is dying—perhaps dead. I received a letter this + morning urging me to take the first packet. The North Star sails this + afternoon, and I do not wish to miss her, for she flies English colours, + and they are the only ones the Barbary pirates pretend to respect. Now, + George, you must come with me to Mr. Hamilton’s office; we have much + business to arrange there; then, while I pay a farewell visit to the + President, you can purchase for me the things I shall require for the + voyage.” + </p> + <p> + So far his manner had been peremptory and decided, but, suddenly, a sweet + and marvellous change occurred. He went close to Madame Van Heemskirk, and + taking both her hands, said in a voice full of those tones that captivate + women’s hearts— + </p> + <p> + “Mother! mother! I bid you a loving, grateful farewell! You have + ever been to me good, and gentle, and wise—the very best of mothers. + God bless you!” Then he kissed her with a solemn tenderness, and + Lysbet understood that he believed their parting to be a final one. She + sat down, weeping, and Hyde with an authoritative motion of the head, + commanding his son’s attendance, went hastily out. It was then + eleven o’clock, and there was business that kept both men hurrying + here and there until almost the last hour. It had been agreed that they + were to meet at the City Hotel at four o’clock; and soon after that + hour General Hyde joined his son. He looked weary and sad, and began + immediately to charge George concerning his mother. + </p> + <p> + “We parted with kisses and smiles this morning,” he said; + “and I am glad of it; if I went back, we should both weep; and a wet + parting is not a lucky one. I leave her in your charge, George; and when I + send her word to come to England, look well to her comfort. And be sure to + come with her. Do you hear me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “On no account—even if she wishes it—permit her to come + alone. Promise me.” + </p> + <p> + “I promise you, sir. What is there that I would not do for my + mother? What is there I would not do to please you, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Let me tell you, George, such words are very sweet to me. As to + yourself, I do not fear for you. It is above, and below reason, that you + should do anything to shame your kindred, living or dead—the living + indeed, you might reconcile; the dead are implacable; and their vengeance + is to be feared.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear not the dead, and I love the living. The honour of Hyde is + safe in my keeping. If you have any advice to give me, sir, pray speak + plainly.” + </p> + <p> + “With all my soul. I ask you, then, to play with some moderation. I + ask you to avoid any entanglement with women. I ask you to withdraw + yourself, as soon as possible, from those blusterers for French liberty—or + rather French license, robbery, and assassination—I tell you there + is going to be a fierce national fracas on the subject. Stand by the + President, and every word he says. Every word is sure to be wise and + right.” + </p> + <p> + “Father, I learnt the word ‘Liberty’ from your lips. I + drew my sword under your command for ‘Liberty.’ I know not how + to discard an idea that has grown into my nature as the veining grows into + the wood.” + </p> + <p> + “Liberty! Yes; cherish it with your life-blood. But France has + polluted the name and outraged the idea. Neither you nor I can wish to be + swept into the common sewers, being by birth, nobles and aristocrats. Earl + Stanhope, who was heart and soul with the French Revolution while it was a + movement for liberty, has just scratched his name with his own hand from + the revolutionary Club. And Burke, who was once its most enthusiastic + defender, has now written a pamphlet which has given it, in England, a + fatal blow. This news came in my letters to-day.” Then taking out + his watch, he rose, saying, “Come, it is time to go to the ship—MY + DEAR GEORGE!” + </p> + <p> + George could not speak. He clasped his father’s hand, and then + walked by his side to Coffee House Slip, where the North Star was lying. + There was no time to spare, and the General was glad of it; for oh, these + last moments! Youth may prolong them, but age has lost youth’s + rebound, and willingly escapes their disintegrating emotion. Before either + realized the fact, the General had crossed the narrow plank; it was + quickly withdrawn; the anchor was lifted to the chanty of “Homeward + bound boys,” and the North Star, with wind and tide in her favour, + was facing the great separating ocean. + </p> + <p> + George turned from the ship in a maze. He felt as if his life had been cut + sharply asunder; at any rate, its continuity was broken, and what other + changes this change might bring it was impossible to foresee. In any + extremity, however, there is generally some duty to do; and the doing of + that duty is the first right step onward. Without reasoning on the matter, + George followed this plan. He had a letter to deliver to his mother; it + was right that it should be delivered as soon as possible; and indeed he + felt as if her voice and presence would be the best of all comfort at that + hour; so late as it was, he rode out to Hyde Manor. His mother, with a + lighted candle in her hand, opened the door for him. + </p> + <p> + “I thought it was thy father, Joris,” she said; “but + what? Is there anything wrong? Why art thou alone?” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing wrong, dear mother. Come, I will tell you what has + happened.” + </p> + <p> + Then she locked the door carefully, and followed her son into the small + parlour, where she had been sitting. He gave her his father’s + letter, and assumed for her sake, the air of one who has brought good + tidings. She silently read, and folded it; and George said, “It was + the most fortunate thing, the North Star being ready for sea. Father could + hardly have had a better boat; and they started with wind and tide in + their favour. We shall hear in a few weeks from him. Are you not pleased, + mother?” + </p> + <p> + “It is too late, Joris;—twenty years too late. And I wish not + to go to England. Very unhappy was I in that cold, grey country. Very + happy am I here.” + </p> + <p> + “But you must have expected this change?” + </p> + <p> + “Not until your cousin died was there any thought of such a thing. + And long before that, we had built and begun to love dearly this home. I + wish, then, it had been God’s will that your cousin had not died.” + </p> + <p> + “My father—” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Joris, your father has always longed in his heart for England. + Like a weaning babe that never could be weaned was he. In many ways, he + has lately shown me that he felt himself to be a future English earl. And + thou too? Wilt thou become an Englishman? Then this fair home I have made + for thee will forget thy voice and thy footstep. Woe is me! I have planted + and planned, for whom I know not.” + </p> + <p> + “You have planned and planted for your Joris. I swear to you that I + like England as little as you do. I despise the tomfoolery of courts and + ceremonies. I count an earl no better than any other honourable gentleman. + I desire most of all to marry the woman I love, and live here in the home + that reminds me of you wherever I turn. I want your likeness on the great + stairway, and in all the rooms; so that those who may never see your face + may love you; and say, ‘How good she looks! How beautiful she is!’” + </p> + <p> + “So true art thou! So loving! So dear to me! Even in England I can + be happy if I think of thee Here—filling these big rooms with good + company; riding, shooting, over thine own land, fishing in thy own waters, + telling thy boys and girls how dear grandmother had this pond dug—this + hedge planted—these woods filled with game—these streams set + with willows—these summerhouses built for pleasure. Oh, I have + thought ever as I worked, I shall leave my memory here—and here—and + here again—for never, Joris, never, dear Joris, while thou art in + this world, must thou forget me!” + </p> + <p> + “Never! Never, oh never, dear, dear mother!” + </p> + <p> + And that night they said no more. Both felt there would be plenty of time + in the future to consider whatever changes it might have in store for + them. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI — AUNT ANGELICA + </h2> + <p> + The first changes referred especially to Hyde’s life, and were not + altogether approved by him. His pretence of reading law had to be + abandoned, for he had promised to remain at home with his mother, and it + would not therefore be possible for him to dawdle about Pearl Street and + Maiden Lane watching for Cornelia. But he had that happy and fortunate + temper that trusts to events; and also, he soon began to realize that if + circumstances alter cases, they also alter feelings. + </p> + <p> + For, looking upon Hyde Manor as the future home of himself and his wife—and + that wife, happily, Cornelia—he found it very easy to take an almost + eager interest in all that concerned its welfare and beauty. “How + good! How unselfish he is!” thought his mother. “Never before + has he been so ready to listen and so willing to please me.” But, + really, the work soon became delightful to him. The passion for land and + for its improvement—the ruling passion of an Englishman—was + not absent in George; it was only latent, and the idea of home, of his own + personal home, developed it with amazing rapidity. He was soon able to + make excellent suggestions to his mother; for her ideas, beautiful enough + in the cultivation of flat surfaces, did not embody the grander + possibilities of the higher lands near the river. But George saw every + advantage, and with great ability directed his little gang of labourers + among the rocks and woody crags of the yet unplanted wilderness. + </p> + <p> + In spite of their anxiety about the General, in spite of George’s + longing to see Cornelia, these early summer days, with their glory of + sunshine and shade and their miracles of growth, were very happy days; + though madame reached her happiness by putting the future quite out of her + thoughts, and George reached his by anticipating the future as the + fruition of the present. Never since his early boyhood had madame and her + son been so near and so dear to each other; for her brother-in-law’s + probable death and her husband’s dangerous journeying released her + from social engagements, and permitted her to spend her time in the + employments and the companionship she loved best of all. + </p> + <p> + George, while accepting for himself the same partial seclusion, had more + freedom. He rode into town three or four times every week; got the news of + the clubs and the streets; loitered about Maiden Lane and the shopping + district; and when disappointed and vexed at events went to his + Grandmother Van Heemskirk for sympathy. For, as yet, he hesitated about + naming Cornelia to his mother. He was sure she was aware of his passion, + and her reticence on the subject made him fear she was going to advocate + the fulfilment of his father’s promise. And he had such a singular + delicacy about the girl he loved that he could not endure the thought of + bandying her name about in an angry discussion. Added to this fine sense + was an adoring love for his mother. She was in anxiety enough, and would + be, until she heard of her husband’s safety; why, then, should he + add his anxiety to hers? + </p> + <p> + Yet he was not happy about Cornelia. Since that unfortunate morning at + Richmond Hill they had never met. If she saw him go up or down Maiden + Lane, she made no sign. Several times Arenta’s face at her parlour + window had given him a passing hope; but Arenta’s own love affairs + were just then at a very interesting point; and, besides, she regarded the + young Lieutenant’s admiration for her friend as only one of his many + transient enthusiasms. + </p> + <p> + “If there was anything real in it,” she reflected, “Cornelia + would have talked about him; and that she has never done.” Then she + began to remember, with pride, the very sensible behaviour of her own + lover. “My Athanase,” she reflected, “did not give me an + hour’s rest until we were engaged. He insisted on talking to father + about our marriage settlements and our future—in fact, he made of + love a thing possible and practical. A lover like Joris Hyde is not, I + think, very fortunate.” + </p> + <p> + She did not understand that the quality of love in its finest revelation + desires, after its first sweet inception, a little period of withdrawal—it + wonders at its strange happiness—broods over it—is fearful of + disturbing emotions so exquisite—prefers the certainty of its + delicious suspense to a more definite understanding, and finds a keen + strange delight in its own poignant anxieties and hopes. These are the + birth pangs of an immortal love—of a love that knows within itself, + that it is born for Eternity, and need not to hurry the + three-score-and-ten years of time to a consummation. + </p> + <p> + Of such noble lineage was the love of Cornelia for Joris Hyde. His + gracious, beautiful youth, seemed a part of her own youth; his ardent, + tender glances had filled her heart with a sweet trouble that she did not + understand. It was the most natural thing in the world that she should + wish to be apart; that she should desire to brood over feelings so + strangely happy; and that in this very brooding they should grow to the + perfect stature of a luminous and unquenchable affection. + </p> + <p> + Joris was moved by a sentiment of the same kind, though in a lesser + degree. The masculine desire to obtain, and the delightful consciousness + that he possessed, at least, the tremendous advantage of asking for the + love he craved, roused him from the sweet torpor to which delicious, + dreamy love had inclined him. + </p> + <p> + “I have thought of Cornelia long enough,” he said one + delightful summer morning; “with all my soul I now long to see her. + And it is not an impossible thing I desire. In short, there is some way to + compass it.” Then a sudden, invincible persuasion of success came to + him; he believed in his own good fortune; he had a conviction that the + very stars connived with a true lover to work his will. And under this + enthusiasm he galloped into town, took his horse to a stable, and then + walked towards Maiden Lane. + </p> + <p> + In a few moments he saw Arenta Van Ariens. She was in a mist of blue and + white, with flowing curls, and fluttering ribbons; and a general air of + happiness. He placed himself directly in her path, and doffed his beaver + to the ground as she approached. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” she cried, with an affected air of astonishment, + “who would have thought of seeing you? Your retirement is the talk + of the town.” + </p> + <p> + “And pray what does the town say?” + </p> + <p> + “Some part of it says you have lost your fortune at cards; another + part says you have lost your heart and got no compensation for it. ‘Tis + strange to see the folly of young people of this age,” she added, + with a little pretended sigh of superior wisdom. + </p> + <p> + “As if you, also, had not lost your heart!” exclaimed Hyde. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir! I have exchanged mine for its full value. Where are you + going?” + </p> + <p> + “With you.” + </p> + <p> + “In a word, no. For I am going to Aunt Angelica’s.” + </p> + <p> + “Upon my honour, it is to your Aunt Angelica’s I desire to go + most of all!” + </p> + <p> + “Now I understand. You have found out that Cornelia Moran is going + there. Are you still harping on that string? And Cornelia never said one + word to me. I do not approve of such deceit. In my love affairs I have + always been open as the day.” + </p> + <p> + “I assure you that I did NOT know Miss Moran was going there. I had + not a thought of Madame Jacobus until we met. To tell the very truth, I + came into town to look for you.” + </p> + <p> + “For me? And why, pray?” + </p> + <p> + “I want to see Miss Moran. If I cannot see her, then I want to hear + about her. I thought you, of all people, could tell me the most and the + best. I assured myself that you had infinite good temper. Now, pray do not + disappoint me.” + </p> + <p> + “Listen! We meet this afternoon at my aunt’s, to discuss the + dresses and ceremonies proper for a very fine wedding.” + </p> + <p> + “For your own wedding, in fact—Is not that so?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, who knows more on that subject than Joris Hyde? Was I + not, last year, at Lady Betty Somer’s splendid nuptials; and at + Fanny Paget’s, and the Countess of Carlisle’s? Indeed, I + maintain that in such a discussion <i>I</i> am an absolute necessity. And + I wish to know Madame Jacobus. I have long wished to know her. Upon my + honour, I think her to be one of the most interesting women in New York!” + </p> + <p> + “I will advise you a little. Save your compliments until you can say + them to my aunt. I never carry a word to any one.” + </p> + <p> + “Then take me with you, and I will repeat them to her face.” + </p> + <p> + “So? Well, then, here we are, at her very door. I know not what she + will say—you must make your own excuses, sir.” + </p> + <p> + As she was speaking, they ascended the white steps leading to a very + handsome brick house on the west side of Broadway. It had wide iron + piazzas and a fine shady garden at the back, sloping down to the river + bank; and had altogether, on the outside, the very similitude of a wealthy + and fashionable residence. The door was opened by a very dark man, who was + not a negro, and who was dressed in a splendid and outlandish manner—a + scarlet turban above his straight black hair, and gold-hooped earrings, + and a long coat or tunic, heavily embroidered in strange devices. + </p> + <p> + “He was an Algerine pirate,” whispered Arenta. “My Uncle + Jacob brought him here—and my aunt trusts him—I would not, not + for a moment.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as the front door closed, Joris perceived that he was in an + unusual house. The scents and odours of strange countries floated about + it. The hall contained many tall jars, full of pungent gums and roots; and + upon its walls the weapons of savage nations were crossed in idle and + harmless fashion. They went slowly up the highly polished stairway into a + large, low parlour, facing the vivid, everyday business drama of Broadway; + but the room itself was like an Arabian Night’s dream, for the + Eastern atmosphere was supplemented by divans and sofas covered with rare + cashmere shawls, and rugs of Turkestan, and with cushions of all kinds of + oriental splendour. Strange tables of wonderful mosaic work held ivory + carvings of priceless worth; and porcelain from unknown lands. Gods and + goddesses from the yellow Gehenna of China and the utterable idolatry of + India, looked out with brute cruelty, or sempiternal smiles from every odd + corner; or gazed with a fascinating prescience from the high chimney-piece + upon all who entered. + </p> + <p> + The effect upon Hyde was instantaneous and uncanny. His Saxon-Dutch nature + was in instant revolt against influences so foreign and unnatural. Arenta + was unconsciously in sympathy with him; for she said with a shrug of her + pretty shoulders, as she looked around, “I have always bad dreams + after a visit to this room. Do these things have a life of their own? Look + at the creature on that corner shelf! What a serene disdain is in his + smile! He seems to gaze into the very depths of your soul. I see that + there is a curtain to his shrine; and I shall take leave to draw it.” + With these words she went to the scornful divinity, and shut his offending + eyes behind the folds of his gold-embroidered curtain. + </p> + <p> + Hyde watched her flitting about the strange room, and thought of a little + brown wren among the poisonous, vivid splendours of tropical swamp + flowers. So out of place the pretty, thoughtless Dutch girl looked among + the spoils of far India, and Central America, and of Arabian and African + worship and workmanship. But when the door opened, and Madame Jacobus, + with soft, gliding footsteps entered, Hyde understood how truly the soul, + if given the wherewithal, builds the habitation it likes best. Once + possessed of marvellous beauty, and yet extraordinarily interesting, she + seemed the very genius of the room and its strange, suggestive belongings. + She was unusually tall, and her figure had kept its undulating, stately + grace. Her hair, dazzlingly white, was piled high above her ample brow, + held in place with jewelled combs and glittering pins. Her face had lost + its fine oval and youthful freshness, but who of any feeling or + intelligence would not have far preferred the worn countenance, expressing + in a thousand sensitive shades and emotions the story of her life and + love? And if every other beauty had failed, Angelica’s eyes would + have atoned for the loss. They were large, softly-black, slow-moving, or + again, in a moment, flashing with the fire that lay hidden in the dark pit + of the iris. + </p> + <p> + It was said that her slaves adored her, and that no man who came within + her influence had been able to resist her power—no man, perhaps, but + Captain Jacobus; and he had not resisted, he had been content to exercise + over her a power greater than her own. He had made her his wife; he had + lavished on her for ten years the spoils of the four quarters of the + world; and his worship of her had only been equalled by her passionate + attachment to him. Ten years of love, and then parting and silence—unbroken + silence. Yet she still insisted that he was alive, and would certainly + come back to her. With this faith in her heart, she had refused to put on + any symbol of loss or mourning. She kept his fine house open, his room + ready, and herself constantly adorned for his home-coming. Society, which + insists on uniformity, did not approve of this unreasonable hope. It + expected her to adopt the garments of widowhood for a time, and then make + a match in accordance with the great fortune Captain Jacobus had left her. + But Angelica Jacobus was a law unto herself; and society was compelled to + take her with those apologizing shrugs it gives to whatever is original + and individual. + </p> + <p> + She came in with a smile of welcome. She was always pleased that her fine + home should be seen by those strange to it; and perhaps was particularly + pleased that General Hyde’s son should be her visitor. And as Joris + was determined to win her favour, there was an almost instantaneous birth + of good-will. + </p> + <p> + “Let me kiss your hand, madame,” said the handsome young + fellow, lifting the jewelled fingers in his own. “I have heard that + my father had once that honour. Do not put me below him;” and with + the words he touched with his warm lips the long white fingers. + </p> + <p> + Her laugh rang merrily through the dim room, and she answered—“You + are Dick Hyde’s own son—nothing else. I see that”—and + she drew the young man towards the light and looked with a steady pleasure + into his smiling face as she asked— + </p> + <p> + “What brought you here this morning, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Madame, I have heard my father speak of you; I have seen you; can + you wonder that I desired to know you? This morning I met Miss Van Ariens, + and when she said she was coming here, I found myself unable to resist the + temptation of coming with her.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me tell you something, aunt. I think Lieutenant Hyde can be of + great service to us. He took part in several noble English weddings last + year, and he offers his advice in our consultation to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “But where is Cornelia? I thought she would come with you.” + </p> + <p> + “She will be here in a few minutes. I saw her half-an-hour ago.” + </p> + <p> + “What a beautiful girl she has become!” said madame. + </p> + <p> + “She is an angel,” said Hyde. + </p> + <p> + Angelica laughed. “The man who calls a woman an angel has never had + any sisters,” she answered; “but, however, she has beauty + enough to set young hearts ablaze. I like the girl, and I wonder not that + others do the same.” + </p> + <p> + Even as she spoke Cornelia entered. There was a little flush and hurry on + her face; but oh, how innocent and joyous it was! Quick-glancing, sweetly + smiling, she entered the musky, scented parlour, and in her white robe and + white hat stood like a lily in its light and gloom. And when she turned to + Hyde an ineffable charm and beauty illumed her countenance. “How + glad I am to see you!” she said, and the very ring of gladness was + in her voice. “And how strange that we should meet here!” + </p> + <p> + “That is so,” replied Madame Jacobus. “One can never see + where the second little bird comes from.” + </p> + <p> + “Am I late, madame? Surely your clock is wrong.” + </p> + <p> + “My clock is never wrong, Cornelia, A Dutch clock will always go + just about so. Come, now, sit down, and let us talk of such follies as + weddings and wedding gowns.” + </p> + <p> + In this conversation Hyde triumphantly redeemed his promise of assistance. + He could describe with a delightful accuracy—or inaccuracy—the + lovely toilets and pretty accessories of the high English wedding feasts + of the previous year. And in some subtle way he threw into these + descriptions such a glamour of romance, such backgrounds of old castles + and chiming bells, of noble dames glittering with gems, and village maids + scattering roses, of martial heroes, and rejoicing lovers, all moving in + an atmosphere of song and sunshine, that the little party sat listening, + entranced, with sympathetic eyes drinking in his wonderful descriptions. + </p> + <p> + Madame Jacobus was the first to interrupt these pretty reminiscences. + “All this is very fine,” she said, “but the most of it + is no good for us. The satin and the lace and even the gems, we can have; + the music can be somehow managed, and we shall not make a bad show as to + love and beauty. But castles and lords and military pomp, and old + cathedrals hung with battle flags— Such things are not to be had + here, and, in plain truth, they are not necessary for the wedding of a + simple maid like our Arenta.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget, then, that my Athanase is of almost royal descent,” + said Arenta. “A very old family are the Tounnerres—older, + indeed, than the royal Capets.” + </p> + <p> + “No one is to-day so poor as to envy the royal Capets; and as for an + ancient family, Captain Jacobus used to speak of his forefathers as the + old fellows whom the flood could not wash away.’ Jacobus always put + his ideas in such clear, forcible words. What I want to know is this—where + is the ceremony to be performed?” + </p> + <p> + “The civil ceremony is to be at the French Embassy,” answered + Arenta with some pride. + </p> + <p> + “Is that all there is to it?” + </p> + <p> + “Aunt! How could you imagine that I should be satisfied with a civil + ceremony? My father also insists upon a religious ceremony; and my + Athanase told him he was willing to marry me in every church in America. I + am not Gertrude Kippon! No, indeed! I insist on everything being done in a + moral and respectable manner. My father spoke of Doctor Kunz for the + religious part.” + </p> + <p> + “I like not Doctor Kunz,” answered madame. “Bishop + Provoost and the Episcopal service is the proper thing. Doctor Kunz will + be sure to say some sharp words—his tongue is full of them—he + stands too stiff—he does not use his hands gracefully—his walk + and carriage is not dignified—and he looks at you through spectacles—and + I, for one, do not like to be looked at through spectacles. We must decide + for the Episcopal church.” + </p> + <p> + “And the little trip after it,” continued Arenta. “Lieutenant + Hyde says that, in England, it is now the proper thing.” + </p> + <p> + “But in America it is not the proper thing. It is a rude unmannerly + way to run off with a bride. We are not red Indians, nor is the Marquis + carrying you by force from some hostile tribe. The nuptial trip is a + barbarism. I am now weary. Lieutenant, take Miss Moran and show her my + garden. I tell you, it is worth walking through; and when you have seen + the flowers, Arenta and I will give you a cup of tea.” + </p> + <p> + Arenta would gladly have gone into the garden also, but her aunt detained + her. “Can you not see,” she asked, “that those two are + in love with each other? Give love its hour. They do not want your + company.” + </p> + <p> + “And for that very reason I wish to go with them. My brother is in + love with Cornelia, and I am for Rem, and not for a stranger—also, + my father and Cornelia’s father are both for Rem; and, besides, + Doctor Moran hates the Hydes. He will not let Cornelia marry the man.” + </p> + <p> + “HE WILL NOT LET! When did Doctor John become omnipotent? Love + laughs at fathers, as well as at locksmiths. And if Doctor John is against + young Hyde, then I shall the more cheerfully be for him—a pleasant, + handsome youth as ever I saw, is he; and Doctor John—well, he is + neither pleasant nor handsome.” + </p> + <p> + “Aunt Angelica! I am astonished at you! Every one will contradict + what you say.” + </p> + <p> + “For that reason, I will maintain it. It is not my way to shout with + the multitude.” + </p> + <p> + With some hesitation, yet quite carried away by Hyde’s personal + longing and impulse, Cornelia went into the garden with her lover. It was + a green, shady place, full of great maple-trees and flowering vines and + shrubs, and patches of green grass. All kinds of sweet old-fashioned + flowers grew there, mingling their scent with the strawberries’ + perfume and the woody odours of the ripening cherries. They were alone in + this lovely place; the high privet hedges hid them from the outside world, + and the babble and rumble of Broadway came to them only as the murmur of + noise in a dream. Speechless with joy, Hyde clasped Cornelia’s + slender fingers, and they went together down the few broad low steps which + led them into the green shadows of the trees. How soft was the grassy + turf! How exquisite the westering sunlight, sifting through the maple + leaves! They looked into each other’s eyes and smiled, but were too + happy to speak. For they had suddenly come into that land, which is east + of the sun, and west of the moon; that land not laid down on any chart, + but which we feel to be our rightful heritage. + </p> + <p> + Slowly, as they stepped, they came at length to a little summerhouse. It + was covered with a thick jessamin vine; and the mysterious, languorous + perfume of its starlike flowers filled the narrow resting-place with the + very atmosphere of love. They sat down there, and in a few moments the + seal was broken and Hyde’s heart found out all the sweetest words + that love could speak. Cornelia trembled; she blushed, she smiled, she + suffered herself to be drawn close to his side; and, at last, in some + sweet, untranslatable way, she gave him the assurance of her love. Then + they found in delicious silence the eloquence that words were incompetent + to translate; time was forgotten, and on earth there was once more an + interlude of heavenly harmony in which two souls became one and Paradise + was regained. + </p> + <p> + Arenta’s voice, petulant and not pleasant, broke the charm. With a + sigh they rose, dropped each other’s hand, and went out of their + heaven on earth to meet her. + </p> + <p> + “Tea is waiting,” she said, “and Rem is waiting, and my + aunt is tired, and you two have forgotten that the clock moves.” + Then they laughed, and laughter is always fatal to feeling; the magical + land of love was suddenly far away, and there was the sound of china, and + the heavy tones of Rem’s voice—dissatisfied, if not angry—and + Arenta’s lighter fret; and they stood once more among fetishes and + forms so foreign, fabulous and fantastical, that it was difficult to pass + from the land of love, and all its pure delights, into their atmosphere. + </p> + <p> + It would have been harder but for Madame Jacobus. She understood; and she + sympathized; and there was a kindly element in her nature which disposed + her to side with the lovers. Her smile,—quick and short as a flash + of the eyes—revealed to Hyde her intention of favour, and without + one spoken word, these two knew themselves to be of the same mind. And, in + parting, she held his hand while she talked, saying at last the very words + he longed to hear— + </p> + <p> + “We shall expect you again on Thursday, Lieutenant. Everything is + yet undecided, and the work you have begun, it is right that you should + finish.” + </p> + <p> + He answered only, “Thank you, madame!” but he accompanied the + words with a look which asked so much, and confessed so much, that madame + felt herself to be a silent confidante and a not unwilling accomplice. And + when she had closed the door on her guests, she acknowledged it. “But + then,” she whispered, “I always did dearly love a lover; and + this promises to be a love affair that will need my help—plenty of + good honest hatred for it to combat—and wealth and rank and all + sorts of conflicting conditions to get the better of—Well, then, my + help is ready. In plain truth, I don’t like such perfection as + Doctor John; and my nephew Rem is not interesting. He is sulky, and Hyde + is good-tempered, just like his father, too; and there never was a more + fascinating man than Dick Hyde. HE-HO! I remember!—I remember!—and + yet I dare say Dick has forgotten my very name—this is a marriage + that will exactly suit me—I don’t care who is against it!” + Then she said softly to herself— + </p> + <p> + “REM went to Cornelia as they were about to leave, and he reminded + her that, by her permission, he had come to walk home with her. + </p> + <p> + “CORNELIA turned to Hyde, excused herself, and, cool and silent, + took her place by Rem’s side. + </p> + <p> + “HYDE accepted the position with a smile, and a gracious bow, and + then joined Arenta. + </p> + <p> + “ARENTA was far less agreeable than she ought to have been; for both + she and her brother had a kind of divination. They knew, in spite of + appearances, that Rem had not got the best of Joris Hyde. I am quick in my + observations, and I know this is so. Well then, it is a very interesting + affair as it stands—and it is like to grow far more interesting. I + am not opposed to that. I shall enjoy it. Hyde and Cornelia ought to marry—and + they have my good wishes.” + </p> + <p> + As for Hyde, no thought that could mar the sweetness and joy of this + fortunate hour came into his mind. Neither Rem’s evident hatred, nor + Arenta’s disapproval, nor yet Cornelia’s silence, troubled + him. He had within his heart a talisman that made everything propitious. + And he was so joyous that the people whom he passed on the street caught + happiness from him. Men and women alike turned to look after the youth, + for they felt the virtue of his passing presence, and wondered what it + might mean. Even the necessary parting from Cornelia was only a phase of + this wonderful gladness; for Love never fails of his token, and, though + Arenta’s sharp eyes could not discover it, Hyde received the silent + message that was meant for him, and for him only. That one thought made + his heart bound and falter with its exquisite delight—for him only—for + him only, was that swift but certain assurance; that instantaneous bright + flash of love that held in it all heaven and earth, and left him, as he + told himself again and again, the happiest man in all the world. + </p> + <p> + He was hardly responsible for his actions at this hour; for when a swift + gallop brought him to the Van Heemskirk house, he quite unconsciously + struck the door some rapid, forceful blows, with his riding whip. His + grandfather opened it with an angry face. + </p> + <p> + “I thought it was thee,” he said. “Now, then, in such + lordly fashion, whom didst thou summon? dog or slave, was it?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, grandfather, I intended no harm. Did I strike so hard? Upon my + word, I meant it not.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Madame Van Heemskirk came quickly forward. She turned a + face of disapproval on her husband, and asked sharply, “Why dost + thou complain?” + </p> + <p> + “I like not my house-door struck so rudely, Lysbet. No man in all + America, but Joris Hyde, would dare to do it.” + </p> + <p> + At these words Joris flung himself from his horse and clasped his + grandfather’s hand. “I did wrong,” he said warmly; + “but I am beside myself with happiness; and I thought of nothing but + telling you. My heart was in such a hurry that my hands forgot how to + behave themselves.” + </p> + <p> + “So happy as that, art thou? Good! Come in, and tell us what has + happened to thee.” + </p> + <p> + But Lysbet divined the joy in her grandson’s face; and she said + softly as he seated himself at the open window where his grandfather’s + chair was placed— + </p> + <p> + “It is Cornelia?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, it is Cornelia. She loves me! The most charming girl the sun + ever shone upon loves me. It is incredible! It is amazing! I cannot + believe in my good fortune. Will you assure me it is possible? I want to + hear some one say so—and who is there but my grandfather and you? I + do not like to tell my mother, just yet. What do you say?” + </p> + <p> + “I say that thou hast chosen a good girl for a wife. God bless thee,” + answered Lysbet with great emotion. + </p> + <p> + Van Heemskirk smiled, but was silent; and Hyde stooped forward, gently + moved his long pipe away from his lips, and said, “Grandfather, + speak, You know Cornelia Moran?” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen her. With thee I saw her—walking with thee—dancing + with thee. A great beauty I thought her. Thy grandmother says she is good. + Well, then, the love of a good, beautiful girl, is something to be glad + over. Not twice in a lifetime comes such great fortune. But make up thy + mind to expect much opposition. Doctor John and thy father were ever + unfriends. Thy father has other plans for thee; Cornelia’s father + has doubtless other plans for her. Few men can stand against Doctor John; + he has the word, and the way, to carry all before him. I know not how the + little Cornelia can dare to disobey him.” + </p> + <p> + “She has said ‘yes’ to me; and, before heaven and earth, + she will stand by it.” + </p> + <p> + “Say that much. And of thyself, art thou sure?” + </p> + <p> + “Why art thou throwing cold water on such sweet hopes?” said + Lysbet to her husband. + </p> + <p> + “Because, when love flames beyond duty and honour and all + expediences, Lysbet, some one a little cold water ought to throw. And THOU + will not do it. No! Rather, would thou add fuel to the flame.” + </p> + <p> + “I know not what you mean, sir,” said Hyde, vaguely troubled + by his grandfather’s words. + </p> + <p> + “I think thou knowest well what I mean. Thy father has told thee + that thy duty and thy honour are pledged to Annie Hyde.” + </p> + <p> + “I never pledged! Never!” + </p> + <p> + “But, as in thy baptism thy father made vows for thee, so also for + thy marriage he made promises. Noble birth has responsibility, as well as + privilege. For thyself alone it is not permitted thee to live, from both + the past and the future there are demands on thee.” + </p> + <p> + “Grandfather, this living for the future is the curse of the English + land-owners. They enjoy not the present, for they are busy taking care of + the years they will never see. Their sons are in their way; it is their + grandsons and their great-grandsons that interest them. Why should my + father plan for my marriage? He may be Earl Hyde for twenty years—and + I hope he will. For twenty years Cornelia and I can be happy here in + America; and twenty years is a great opportunity. Everything can happen in + twenty years. Of one thing I am sure—I will marry Cornelia Moran, + even if I run away with her to the ends of the earth.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Run away with her.’ To be sure! That is in the blood;” + and the old man looked sternly back to the days when Hyde’s father + ran away with his own little daughter. + </p> + <p> + With some anger Lysbet answered his thoughts. “What art thou talking + about? What art thou thinking of? Many good men have run away with their + wives. This almighty Doctor John ran away with his wife. Did not Ava + Willing leave her father’s house and her friends and her faith for + him? And did not the Quakers read her out of their Meeting for her + marriage?—and I blame them not. Doctor John was no match for Ava + Willing. More, too, if thou must look back; remember one May night, when + thou and I sat by the Collect in the moonlight, and thou gave me this + ring. What did thou say to me that night?” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis years ago, Lysbet, and If I have forgotten—” + </p> + <p> + “Forgotten! Well, then, men do forget; but they may be thankful that + God has so made women that they do NOT forget. The words thou said that + night have been singing in my heart for fifty years; and yet, if thou must + be told, some of those words were about RUNNING AWAY WITH THEE;—for, + at the first, my father liked thee not.” + </p> + <p> + “Lysbet! My sweet Lysbet! I have not forgotten. For thy dear sake I + will stand by Joris, though in doing so I am sure I shall make some + unfriends.” + </p> + <p> + “Good, my husband. I take leave to say that thou art doing right.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” said Hyde, “if my grandmother stand by me, + and you also, sir; and also Madame Jacobus—” + </p> + <p> + “Madame Jacobus!” cried Lysbet. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed!” answered Hyde. “‘Tis to her + understanding and kindness I owe my opportunity; and she gave me, also, + one look which I cannot pretend to misunderstand—a look of clear + sympathy—a look that promised help.” + </p> + <p> + “She is a clever woman,” said Van Heemskirk. “If Joris + has her good will it is not to be thrown away.” + </p> + <p> + “I like her not,” said Lysbet. “With my grandson, with + my affairs, why should she meddle? Pray, now, what took thee, Joris, to + her house? It is full of idolatries and graven images. Doctor Kunz once + wrote to her a letter about them. He said she ought to remember the Second + Commandment. And she wrote to him a letter, and told him to trouble + himself with his own business. Much anger and shame there might have been + out of this, but Angelica Jacobus is rich, and she is generous to the + church, and to the poor; and Doctor Kunz said to the elders, ‘Let + her alone, for there is a savour of righteousness in her;’ and when + she heard of that, she was pleased with the Doctor, and sent him one + hundred dollars for the Indian Mission. But, Joris, she is no good to + thee. I hear many queer stories of her.” + </p> + <p> + “Downright lies, all of them,” replied Hyde. Then he rose, + saying, “I must ride onward. My mother will not sleep until she sees + me.” + </p> + <p> + “It is nearly dark,” said Van Heemskirk, “and to-night + thou art in the clouds. The land and the water will be alike to thee. Rest + until the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear not the dark. I know the road by night or by day.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet, even so, mind what I tell thee—if thou ride in the dark, + be not wiser than thy beast.” + </p> + <p> + Then they walked with him to the door, and watched him leap to his saddle + and ride into the twilight trembling over the misty meadows, trickling + with dews. And a great melancholy fell over them, and they could not + resume the conversation. Joris re-lit his pipe, and Lysbet went softly and + thoughtfully about her household duties. It was one of those hours in + which Life distills for us her vague melancholy wine; and Joris and Lysbet + drank deeply of it. + </p> + <p> + The moon was in its third day, and the silent crescent has no calmer and + sweeter time; yet Joris it inclined to a sad presentiment. “In my + heart there is a fear, Lysbet,” he said softly. “I think our + boy has gone a road he will dearly rue. I foresee disputing, and wounded + hearts, and lives made barren by many disappointed hopes.” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing of the kind,” answered Lysbet cheerfully. “Our + little Joris is so happy to-night, why wilt thou think evil for him? To + think evil is to bring evil. Out of foolishness or perchance such a great + love has not come. No, indeed! That it comes from heaven I am sure; and to + heaven I will leave its good fortune.” + </p> + <p> + “Pleasant are thy hopes, Lysbet; but, too often, vain and foolish.” + </p> + <p> + “Thy reasoning, is it any wiser? No. Often I have found it wrong. + One thing the years have said to me, it is this—‘Lysbet put + not thy judgment in the place of Providence. If thou trust Providence, + thou hast the easy heart of a child of God; if thou trust to thine own + judgment, thou hast the troubled heart of an anxious woman.’” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII — ARENTA’S MARRIAGE + </h2> + <p> + For a few weeks, Hyde’s belief that the very stars would connive + with a true lover seemed a reliable one. Madame Jacobus, attracted at + their first meeting to the youth, soon gave him an astonishing affection. + And yet this warm love of an old woman for youth and beauty was a very + natural one—a late development of the maternal instinct leading her + even to what seemed an abnormal preference. For she put aside her nephew’s + claims with hardly a thought, and pleased herself day by day in so + managing and arranging events that Hyde and Cornelia met, as a matter of + course. Arenta was not, however, deceived; she understood every maneuvre, + but the success of her own affairs depended very much on her aunt’s + cooperation and generosity, and so she could not afford, at this time, to + interfere for her brother. + </p> + <p> + “But I shall alter things a little as soon as I am married,” + she told herself. “I will take care of that. At this time I must + see, and hear, and say nothing. I must act politely—for I am always + polite—and Athanase also is in favour of politeness—but I take + leave to say that Joris Hyde shall not carry so much sail when a few weeks + are gone by. So happy he looks! So pleased with himself! So sure of all he + says and does! I am angry at him all the time. Well, then, it will be a + satisfaction to abate a little the confidence of this cock-sure young man.” + </p> + <p> + Arenta’s feelings were in kind and measure shared by several other + people; Doctor Moran held them in a far bitterer mood; but he, also,—environed + by circumstances he could neither alter nor command,—was compelled + to satisfy his disapproval with promises of a future change. For the + wedding of Arenta Van Ariens had assumed a great social importance. Arenta + herself had talked about the affair until all classes were on the tiptoe + of expectation. The wealthy Dutch families, the exclusive American set, + the home and foreign diplomatic circles, were alike looking forward to the + splendid ceremony, and to the great breakfast at Peter Van Ariens’ + house, and to the ball which Madame Jacobus was to give in the evening. + None of the younger people had ever been in madame’s fantastic + ballroom, and they were eager for this entry into her wonderful house. For + their mothers—seeing things through the mists of Time—had, + innocently enough, exaggerated the marvels of the Chinese lanterns, the + feather flowers and gorgeously plumed birds, the cases of tropical + butterflies and beetles, and the fascination of the pagan deities, until + they were ready to listen to any tale about Madame Jacobus and to swallow + it like cream. + </p> + <p> + So Doctor Moran, being physician and family friend to most of the invited + guests, had to listen to such reminiscences and anticipations wherever he + went. He knew that he could not talk against the great public current, and + that in the excited state of social feeling it would be a kind of treason + even to hint disapproval of Arenta, or of any of her friends or doings. + But he suffered. He was questioned by some, he was enlightened by others; + his opinion was asked about dresses and ceremonies, he was constantly + congratulated on his daughter’s prominence as bridesmaid, and he was + sent for professionally, that he might be talked to socially. Yet if he + ventured to hint dissatisfaction, or to express himself by a scornful + “Pooh! Pooh!” he was answered by looks of such astonishment, + of such quick-springing womanly suspicions, that he could not doubt the + kind of conversation which followed his exit: + </p> + <p> + “Do you think Doctor Moran VERY clever?” + </p> + <p> + “Most people think so.” + </p> + <p> + “He is so unsympathetic. Doctor Moore knows everything Madame + Jacobus is going to have, and to do. I think doctors ought to be chatty. + It is so good for their patients to be cheered up a little.” + </p> + <p> + Doctor Moran divined perfectly this taste for gossip and MEDICINAL + sympathy combined, and to administer it was, to him, more nauseous than + his own bitterest drugs. So in these days he was not a cheerful man to + live with, and Cornelia’s beauty and radiant happiness affected him + very much as Hyde’s pronounced satisfaction affected Arenta. One + morning, as he was returning home after a round of disagreeable visits, he + saw Cornelia and Hyde coming up Broadway together. They were sauntering + side by side in all the lazy happiness of perfect love; and as he looked + at them the sorrow of an immense disillusion filled him to the lips. He + had believed himself, as yet, to be the first and the dearest in his child’s + love; but in that moment his eyes were opened, and he felt as if he had + been suddenly thrust out from it and the door closed upon him. + </p> + <p> + He did the wisest thing possible: he went home to his wife. She heard him + ride with clattering haste into the stone court, and soon after enter the + house from the back, banging every door after him. She knew then that + something had angered him—that he was in that temper which makes a + woman cry, but which a man can only relieve by noisy or emphatic movement + of some kind. A resolute look came into her face and she said to herself, + “John has always had his own way—and my way also; but Cornelia’s + way—the child must surely have something to say about that.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is Cornelia, Ava?” He asked the question with a quick + glance round the room, as if he expected to find her present. + </p> + <p> + “Cornelia is not at home to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “Is she ever at home now?” + </p> + <p> + “You know that Arenta’s wedding—” + </p> + <p> + “Arenta’s wedding! I am tired to death of it: I have heard + nothing this morning but Arenta’s wedding. Why the deuce! should my + house be turned upside down and inside out for Arenta’s wedding? + Women have been married before Arenta Van Ariens, and women will be + married after her. What is all this fuss about?” + </p> + <p> + “You know—” + </p> + <p> + “Bless my soul! of course I know. I know one thing at least, that I + have just met Cornelia and that young fop George Hyde coming up the street + together, as if they two alone were in the world. They never saw me, they + could see nothing but themselves.” + </p> + <p> + “Men and women have done such a thing before, John, and they will do + it again. Cornelia is a beautiful girl; it is natural that she should have + a lover.” + </p> + <p> + “It is very unnatural that she should choose for her lover the son + of my worst enemy.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure you wrong General Hyde. When was he your enemy? How could + he be your enemy?” + </p> + <p> + “When was he my enemy? Ever since the first hour we met. Often he + tried to injure me with General Washington; often he accused me of showing + partiality to certain officers in the army; only last year he prevented my + election to the Senate by using all his influence in favour of Joris Van + Heemskirk. If he has not done me more injury and more injustice, tis + because he has not had the opportunity. And you want me to give Cornelia + to his son! Yes, you do, Ava! I see it on your face. You stretch my + patience too far. Can I not see—” + </p> + <p> + “Can an angry man ever see? No, he cannot. You feed your own + suspicions, John. You might just as well link Cornelia’s name with + Rem Van Ariens as with Joris Hyde. She is continually in Rem’s + company. He is devoted to her. She cannot possibly misunderstand his looks + and words, she must perceive that he is her ardent lover. You might have + seen them the last three evenings sitting together at that table preparing + the invitations for the wedding breakfast and ball; arranging the cards + and favours.—So happy! So pleasantly familiar! So confidential! I + think Rem Van Ariens has as much of Cornelia’s liking as George + Hyde; and perhaps neither of them have enough of it to win her hand. All + lovers do not grow to husbands.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank God, they do not! But what you say about Rem is only cobweb + stuff. She is too friendly, too pleasantly familiar, I would like to see + her more shy and silent with him. Every one has already given my daughter + to Hyde, and, say what you will, common fame is seldom to blame.” + </p> + <p> + “Dinner is waiting, John, and whether you eat it or not Destiny will + go straight to her mark. Love is destiny; and the heart is its own fate. + There are those to whom we are spiritually related, and the tie is kinder + than flesh and blood. Can you, or I, count such kindred? No; but souls see + each other at a glance. Did I not know thee, John, the very moment that we + met?” + </p> + <p> + She spoke softly, with a voice sweeter than music, and her husband was + touched and calmed. He took the hand she stretched out to him and kissed + it, and she added— + </p> + <p> + “Let us be patient. Love has reasons that reason does not + understand; and if Cornelia is Hyde’s by predestination, as well as + by choice, vainly we shall worry and fret; all our opposition will come to + nothing. Give Cornelia this interval, and tithe it not; in a few days + Arenta will have gone away; and as for Hyde, any hour may summon him to + join his father in England; and this summons, as it will include his + mother, he can neither evade nor put off. Then Rem will have his + opportunity.” + </p> + <p> + “To be patient—to wait—to say nothing—it is to + give opportunity too much scope. I must tell that young fellow a little of + my mind—” + </p> + <p> + “You must not make yourself a town’s talk, John. Just now New + York is all for lovers. If you interfere between Hyde and Cornelia while + it is in this temper, every one will cry out, ‘Oh, the pity of it!’ + and you will be bayed into doing some mad thing or other. Do I not know + you, dear one?” + </p> + <p> + “God’s precious!” and he took her in his arms, saying, + “the man who learns nothing from his wife will never learn anything + from anybody. Come, then, and we will eat our meal. I had forgotten Rem, + and as you say, Hyde may have to go to England to-morrow; putting-off has + broken up many an ill marriage.” + </p> + <p> + “Time and absence against any love affair that is not destiny! And + if it be destiny, there is only submission, nothing else. But life has a + maybe’ in everything dear; a maybe that is just as likely to please + us as not.” + </p> + <p> + Then Doctor John looked up with a smile. “You are right, Ava,” + he said cheerfully. “I will take the maybe. Maybes have a deal to do + with life. When you come to think of it, there is not a victory of any + kind gained, nor a good deed done except on a maybe. So maybe all I fear + may pass like a summer cloud. Yet, take my word for it, there is, I think, + no maybe in Rem’s chances with Cornelia.” + </p> + <p> + “We shall see. I think there is.” + </p> + <p> + Certainly Rem was of this opinion. The past few weeks had been very + favourable to him. In them he had been continually associated with + Cornelia, and her manner towards him had been so frankly kind and + familiar, so confidential and sympathetic, that he could not help but + contrast it with their previous intercourse, when she had appeared to + withdraw herself from all his approaches and to forbid by her retiring + manner even the courtesies to which his long acquaintance with her + entitled him. + </p> + <p> + If he had known more of women he would not have given himself any hope on + this change of attitude. It simply meant that Cornelia had arrived at that + certainty with regard to her own affections which permitted her a more + general latitude. She knew that she loved Hyde, and she knew that Hyde + loved her. They had a most complete confidence in each other; and she was + not afraid, either for his sake or her own, to give to Rem that friendship + which the circumstances warranted. That this friendship could ever grow to + love on her part was an impossible thing; and if she thought of Rem’s + feelings, it was to suppose that he must understand this position as well + as she did herself. + </p> + <p> + Rem, however, was quite aware of his rival, and with the blunt directness + of his nature watched with jealous dislike, and often with rude + impatience, the familiar intercourse which his aunt’s partiality + permitted Hyde. He was, indeed, often so rude that a less sweet-tempered, + a less just youth than George Hyde would have pointedly resented many + offences that he passed by with that “noble not caring” which + is often the truest courage. + </p> + <p> + Still the situation was one of great tension, and it required not only the + wise forbearance of Hyde and Cornelia, but the domineering selfishness of + Arenta and the suave clever diplomacies of Madame Jacobus to preserve at + times the merely decent conventionalities of polite life. To keep the + peace until the wedding was over—that was all that Rem promised + himself; THEN! He often gave voice to this last word, though he had no + distinct idea as to what measures he included in those four letters. + </p> + <p> + He told himself, however, that it would be well for George Hyde to be in + England, and that if he were there, the General might be trusted to look + after the marriage of his son. For he knew that an English noble would be + of necessity bound by his caste and his connections, and that Hyde would + have to face obligations he would not be able to shirk. “Then, then, + his opportunity to win Cornelia would come!” And it was at this + point the hopeful “maybe” entered into Rem’s desires and + anticipations. + </p> + <p> + But wrath covered carries fate. Every one was in some measure conscious of + this danger and glad when the wedding day approached. Even Arenta had + grown a little weary of the prolonged excitement she had provoked, for + everything had gone so well with her that she had taken the public very + much into her confidence. There had been frequent little notices in the + Gazette and Journal of the approaching day—of the wedding presents, + the wedding favours, the wedding guests, and the wedding garments. And, as + if to add the last touch of glory to the event, just a week before Arenta’s + nuptials a French armed frigate came to New York bearing despatches for + the Count de Moustier; and the Marquis de Tounnerre was selected to bear + back to France the Minister’s Message. So the marriage was put + forward a few days for this end, and Arenta in the most unexpected way + obtained the bridal journey which she desired; and also with it the + advantage of entering France in a semi-public and stately manner. + </p> + <p> + “I am the luckiest girl in the world,” she said to Cornelia + and her brother when this point had been decided. They were tying up + “dream-cake” for the wedding guests in madame’s queer, + uncanny drawing-room as she spoke, and the words were yet on her lips when + madame entered with a sandal wood box in her hands. + </p> + <p> + “Rem,” she said, “go with Cornelia into the dining-room + a few minutes. I have something to say to Arenta that concerns no one + else.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as they were alone madame opened the box and upon a white velvet + cushion lay the string of oriental pearls which Arenta on certain + occasions had been permitted to wear. Arenta’s eyes flashed with + delight. She had longed for them to complete her wedding costume, but + having a very strong hope that her aunt would offer her this favour, she + had resolved to wait for her generosity until the last hour. Now she was + going; to receive the reward of her prudent patience, and she said to + herself, “How good it is to be discreet!” With an intense + desire and interest she looked at the beautiful beads, but madame’s + face was troubled and sombre, and she said almost reluctantly— + </p> + <p> + “Arenta, I am going to make you an offer. This necklace will be + yours when I die, at any rate; but I think there is in your heart a wish + to have it now. Is this so?” + </p> + <p> + “Aunt, I should like—oh, indeed I long to wear the beads at my + marriage. I shall only be half-dressed without them.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall wear the necklace. And as you are going to what is left + of the French Court, I will give it to you now, if the gift will be to + your mind.” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing that could be more to my mind, dear aunt. I would + rather have the necklace, than twice its money’s worth. Thank you, + aunt. You always know what is in a young girl’s heart.” + </p> + <p> + “First, listen to what I say. No woman of our family has escaped + calamity of some kind, if they owned these beads. My mother lost her + husband the year she received them. My Aunt Hildegarde lost her fortune as + soon as they were hers. As for myself, on the very day they became mine + your Uncle Jacobus sailed away, and he has never come back. Are you not + afraid of such fatality?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I am not. Things just happen that way. What power can a few + beads have over human life or happiness? To say so, to think so, is + foolishness.” + </p> + <p> + “I know not. Yet I have heard that both pearls and opals have the + power to attract to themselves the ill fortune of their wearers. If they + happen to be maiden pearls or gems that would be good; but would you wish + to inherit the evil fortune of all the women who have possessed before + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Poor pearls! It is they who are the unfortunates.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but a time comes when they have taken all of misfortune they + can take; then the pearls grow black and die, really die. Yes, indeed! I + have seen dead pearls. And if the necklace were of opals, when that time + came for them the gems would lose their fire and colour, grow ashy grey, + fall apart and become dust, nothing but dust.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you believe such tales, aunt? I do not. And your pearls are yet + as white as moonlight. I do not fear them. Give them to me, aunt. I snap + my fingers at such fables.” + </p> + <p> + “Give them to you, I will not, Arenta; but you may take them from + the box with your own hands.” + </p> + <p> + “I am delighted to take them. I have always longed for them.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps then they longed for you, for what is another’s + yearns for its owner.” + </p> + <p> + Then madame left the room and Arenta lifted the box and carried it nearer + to the light. And a little shiver crept through her heart and she closed + the lid quickly and said irritably— + </p> + <p> + “It is my aunt’s words. She is always speaking dark and + doubtful things. However, the pearls are mine at last!” and she + carried them with her downstairs, throwing back her head as if they were + round her white throat and—as was her way—spreading herself as + she went. + </p> + <p> + All fine weddings are much alike. It was only in such accidentals as + costume that Arenta’s differed from the fine weddings of to-day. + There was the same crush of gayly attired women, of men in full dress, or + military dress, or distinguished by diplomatic insignia:—the same + low flutter of silk, and stir of whispered words, and suppressed + excitement—the same eager crowd along the streets and around the + church to watch the advent of the bride and bridegroom. All of the guests + had seen them very often before, yet they too looked at the dazzling girl + in white as if they expected an entirely different person. The murmur of + pleasure, the indefinable stir of human emotion, the solemn mystical words + at the altar that were making two one, the triumphant peal of music when + they ceased, and the quick crescendo of rising congratulation—all + these things were present then, as now. And then, as now, all these things + failed to conceal from sensitive minds that odour of human sacrifice, not + to be disguised with the scent of bridal flowers—that immolation of + youth and beauty and charming girlhood upon the altar of an unknown and an + untried love. + </p> + <p> + New York was not then too busy making money to take an interest in such a + wedding, and Arenta’s drive through its pleasant streets was a kind + of public invitation. For Jacob Van Ariens was one of a guild of wealthy + merchants, and they were at their shop doors to express their sympathy by + lifted hats and smiling faces; while the women looked from every window, + and the little children followed, their treble voices heralding and + acclaiming the beautiful bride. Then came the breakfast and the + health-drinking and the speech-making and the rather sadder drive to the + wharf at which lay La Belle France. And even Arenta was by this time weary + of the excitement, so that it was almost with a sense of relief she + stepped across the little carpeted gangway to her deck. Then the anchor + was lifted, the cable loosened, and with every sail set La Belle France + went dancing down the river on the tide-top to the open sea. + </p> + <p> + Van Ariens and his son Rem turned silently away. A great and evident + depression had suddenly taken the place of their assumed satisfaction. + “I am going to the Swamp office,” said Rem after a few moments’ + silence, “there is something to be done there.” + </p> + <p> + “That is well,” answered Peter. “To my Cousin Deborah I + will give some charges about the silver, and then I will follow you.” + </p> + <p> + Both men were glad to be alone. They had outworn emotion and knew + instinctively that some common duty was the best restorer. The same + feeling affected, in one way or another, all the watchers of this destiny. + Women whose household work was belated, whose children were strayed, who + had used up their nervous strength in waiting and feeling, were now cross + and inclined to belittle the affair and to be angry at Arenta and + themselves for their lost day. And men, young and old, all went back to + their ledgers and counters and manufacturing with a sense of lassitude and + dejection. + </p> + <p> + Peter had nearly reached his own house when he met Doctor Moran. The + doctor was more irritable than depressed. He looked at his friend and said + sharply, “You have a fever, Van Ariens. Go to bed and sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “To work I will go. That is the best thing to do. My house has no + comfort in it. Like a milliner’s or a mercer’s store it has + been for many weeks. Well, then, my Cousin Deborah is at work there, and + in a little while—a little while—” He suddenly stopped + and looked at the doctor with brimming eyes. In that moment he understood + that no putting to rights could ever make his home the same. His little + saucy, selfish, but dearly loved Arenta would come there no more; and he + found not one word that could express the tide of sorrow rising in his + heart. Doctor John understood. He remained quiet, silent, clasping Van + Ariens’ hand until the desolate father with a great effort blurted + out— + </p> + <p> + “She is gone!—and smiling, also, she went.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the curse of Adam,” answered Doctor Moran bitterly—“to + bring up daughters, to love them, to toil and save and deny ourselves for + them, and then to see some strange man, of whom we have no certain + knowledge, carry them off captive to his destiny and his desires. ‘Tis + a thankless portion to be a father—a bitter pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, to be a mother is worse.” + </p> + <p> + “Who can tell that? Women take for compensations things that do not + deceive a father. And, also, they have one grand promise to help them bear + loss and disappointment—the assurance of the Holy Scripture that + they shall have salvation through child-bearing. And I, who have seen so + much of family love and life, can tell you that this promise is all many a + mother has for her travail and sorrowful love.” + </p> + <p> + “It is enough. Pray God that we miss not of that reward some share,” + and with a motion of adieu he turned into his house. Very thoughtfully the + Doctor went on to William Street where he had a patient,—a young + girl of about Arenta’s age—very ill. A woman opened the door—a + woman weeping bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “She is gone, Doctor.” + </p> + <p> + “At what hour?” + </p> + <p> + “The clock was striking three—she went smiling.” + </p> + <p> + Then he bowed his head and turned away. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing more that he could do; but he remembered that Arenta had + stepped on board the La Belle France as the clock struck three, and that + she also had gone smiling to her unknown destiny. + </p> + <p> + “Two emigrants,” he thought, “pilgrims of Love and + Death, and both went smiling!” An unwonted tenderness came into his + heart; he thought of the bright, lovely bride clinging so trustfully to + her husband’s arm, and he voiced this gentle feeling to his wife in + very sincere wishes for the safety and happiness of the little emigrant + for Love. He had a singular reluctance to name her—he knew not why—with + the other little maid who also had left smiling at three o’clock, an + emigrant for whom Death had opened eternal vistas of delight. + </p> + <p> + “I do not know,” said Mrs. Moran, “how Van Ariens could + suffer his daughter to go to a country full of turmoil and bloodshed.” + </p> + <p> + “He was very unhappy to do so, Ava. But when things have gone a + certain length they have fatality. The Marquis had promised to become + eventually a citizen of this Republic, and Van Ariens had no idea in + sanctioning the marriage that his daughter would leave New York. It was + even supposed the Marquis would remain here in the Count de Moustier’s + place, and the sudden turn of events which sent de Tounnerre to France was + a severe blow to Van Ariens. But what could he do?” + </p> + <p> + “He might have delayed the marriage until the return of de + Tounnerre.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Ava! you are counting without consideration. He could not have + detained Arenta against her will, and if he had, a miserable life would + have been before both of them—domestic discomfort, public queries + and suspicions, questions, doubts, offending sympathies—all the + griefs and vexations that are sure to follow a Fate that is crossed. He + did the best thing possible when he let the wilful girl go as pleasantly + as he could. Arenta needs a wide horizon.” + </p> + <p> + “Is she in any danger from the state of affairs in Paris?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Jefferson says in no danger whatever. Our Minister is living + there in safety. Arenta will have his friendship and protection; and her + husband has many friends in the most powerful party. She will have a + brilliant visit and be very happy.” + </p> + <p> + “How can she be very happy with the guillotine daily enacting such + murders?” + </p> + <p> + “She need not be present at such murders. And Mr. Jefferson may be + right, and we outsiders may make too much of circumstances that France, + and France alone, can properly estimate. He says that the God that made + iron wished not slaves to exist, and thinks there is a profound and + eternal justice in this desolation and retribution of aristocrats who have + committed unmentionable oppressions. I know not; good and evil are so + interwoven in life that every good, traced up far enough, is found to + involve evil. This is the great mystery of life. However, Ava, I am a + great believer in sequences; there are few events that break off + absolutely. In Arenta’s life there will be sequences; let us hope + that they will be happy ones. Where is Cornelia?” + </p> + <p> + “I know not. She is asleep. The ball to-night is to be fairy-land + and love-land, an Arabian night’s dream and a midsummer night’s + dream all in one. I told her to rest, for she was weary and nervous with + expectation.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say. But what is the good of being young if it is not to + expect miracles?” + </p> + <p> + “George Hyde calls for her at eight o’clock. I shall let her + sleep until seven, give her some refreshment, and then assist her to + dress.” + </p> + <p> + “George Hyde! So you still believe in trusting the cat with the + cream?” + </p> + <p> + “I still believe in Cornelia. Come, now, and drink a cup of tea. + To-morrow the Van Ariens’ excitement will be over, and we shall have + rest.” + </p> + <p> + “I think not. The town is now ready to move to Philadelphia. I hear + that Mrs. Adams is preparing to leave Richmond Hill. Washington has + already gone, and Congress is to meet in December. Even the Quakers are + intending all sorts of social festivities.” + </p> + <p> + “But this will not concern us.” + </p> + <p> + “It may. If George Hyde does not go very soon to England, we shall + go to Philadelphia. I wish to rid myself and Cornelia of his airs and + graces and wearisome good temper, his singing and reciting and + tringham-trangham poetry. This story has been long enough; we will turn + over and end it.” + </p> + <p> + “It will be a great trial to Cornelia.” + </p> + <p> + “It may, or it may not—there is Rem—Rem is your own + suggestion. However, we have all to sing the hymn of Renunciation at some + time; it is well to sing it in youth.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Moran did not answer. When answering was likely to provoke anger, she + kept silence and talked the matter over with herself. A very wise plan. + For where shall we find a friend so intimate, so discreet, so conciliating + as self? Who can speak to us so well?—without obscurity, without + words, without passion. Yes, indeed: “I will talk to myself” + is a very significant phrase. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII — TWO PROPOSALS + </h2> + <p> + The ruling idea of any mind assumes the foreground of thought; and after + Arenta’s marriage the dominant desire of George Hyde was to have his + betrothal to Cornelia recognized and assured. He was in haste to light his + own nuptial torch, and afraid every day of that summons to England which + would delay the event. Hitherto, both had been satisfied with the + delicious certainty of their own hearts. To bring Love to discussion and + catechism, to talk of Love in connection with house and money matters, to + put him into bonds, however light those bonds might be, was indeed a safe + and prudent thing for their future happiness; but, so far, the present + with its sweet freedom and uncertainty had been more charming to their + imagination. Suddenly, however, Hyde felt the danger and stress of this + uncertainty and the fear of losing what he appeared to hold so lightly. + </p> + <p> + “I may have to go away with mother at any time—I may be + detained by events I cannot help—and I have not bound Cornelia to me + by any personal recognized tie—and Rem Van Ariens will be ever near + her. Oh, indeed, this state of affairs will never do! I will write to + Cornelia this very moment and tell her I must see her father this evening. + I cannot possibly delay it longer. I have been a fool—a careless, + happy fool—too long. There is not now a day to lose. I have already + wasted more time than was reasonable over the love affairs of other + people; now I must look after my own. Safe bind, safe find; I will bind + Cornelia to me before I leave her, then I have a good right to find her + safe when I return to claim her.” + </p> + <p> + While such thoughts were passing through his mind he had risen hastily + from the chair in which he had been musing. He opened his secretary and + sitting resolutely down, began a letter to Doctor Moran. He poured out his + heart and desires, and then he read what he had written. It would not do + at all. It was a love letter and not a business letter. He wrote another, + and then another. The first was too long, it left nothing in the inkstand; + the last was not to be thought of. When he had finished reading them over, + he was in a passion with himself. + </p> + <p> + “A fool in your teeth twice over, Joris Hyde!” he cried, + “yes, sir, three times, and far too good for you! Since you cannot + write a decent business letter, write, then, to the adorable Cornelia; the + words will be at your finger ends for that letter, and will slip from your + pen as if they were dancing: + </p> + <h3> + “MY SWEET CORNELIA: + </h3> + <p> + “I have not seen you for two days, and ‘tis a miracle that I + have endured it. I can tell you, beloved, that I am much concerned about + our affairs, and now that I have begun to talk wisely I may talk a little + more without wearying you. You know that I may have to go to England soon, + and go I will not until I have asked your father what favour he will show + us. On the street, he gets out of my way as if I had the plague. Tell me + at what hour I may call and see him in his house. I will then ask him + point blank for your hand, and he is so candid that I shall have in a word + Yes or No on the matter. Do not keep me waiting longer than seven this + very night. I have a fever of anxiety, and I shall not grow better, but + worse, until I settle our engagement. Oh, my peerless Cornelia, pearl and + flower of womanhood, I speak your speech, I think your thought; you are + the noblest thing in my life, and to remember you is to remember the hours + when I was the very best and the very happiest. Your image has become part + of me, your memory is a perfume which makes sweet my heart. I wish this + moment to give you thousands and thousands of kisses. Bid me come to you + soon, very soon, sooner than seven, if possible, for your love is my life. + Send your answer to my city lodging. I shall follow this letter and be + impatiently waiting for it. Oh, Cornelia, am I not ever and entirely + yours? + </p> + <h3> + “GEORGE HYDE.” + </h3> + <p> + It was not more than eight o’clock in the morning when he wrote this + letter, and as soon as possible he despatched a swift messenger with it to + Cornelia. He hoped that she would receive it soon after the Doctor had + left his home for his usual round of professional visits; then she might + possibly write to him at once, and if so, he would get the letter very + soon after he reached the city. + </p> + <p> + Probably Madame Hyde divined something of the importance and tenor of a + missive sent in such a hurry of anxious love, so early in the day, but she + showed neither annoyance nor curiosity regarding it. In the first place, + she knew that opposition would only strengthen whatever resolve her son + had made; in the second place, she was conscious of a singular + restlessness of her own spirit. She was apprehending change, and she could + think of no change but that call to leave her home and her native land + which she so much dreaded. If this event happened, then the affairs of + Joris would assume an entirely different aspect. He would be obliged to + leave everything which now interested him, and he could not live without + interests; very well, then, he would be compelled to accept such as a new + Fate thrown into his new life. She had a great faith in circumstances. She + knew that in the long run every one wrote beneath that potent word, + “Your obedient servant.” Circumstances would either positively + deny all her son’s hopes, or they would so powerfully aid them that + opposition would be useless; and she mentally bowed herself to an + influence so powerful and perhaps so favourable. + </p> + <p> + “Joris, my dear one,” she said, as they rose from the + breakfast table; “Joris, I think there is a letter from your father. + To the city you must go as soon as you can, for I have had a restless + night, full of feeling it has been.” + </p> + <p> + “You should not go to bed to feel, mother. Night is the time for + sleep.” + </p> + <p> + “And for dreams, and for many good things to come, that come not in + the day. Yes, indeed, the nighttime of the body is the daytime of the + soul.” + </p> + <p> + Then Joris smiled and kissing her, said, “I am going at once. If + there is a letter I will send a quick rider with it.” + </p> + <p> + “But come thyself.” + </p> + <p> + “That I cannot.” “But why, then?” + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow, I will tell you.” + </p> + <p> + “That is well. Into thy mother’s heart drop all thy joys and + sorrows. Thine are mine.” And she kissed him, and he went away glad + and hopeful and full of tender love for the mother who understood him so + sympathetically. He stood up in his stirrups to wave her a last adieu, and + then he said to himself, “How fortunate I am about women! Could I + have a sweeter, lovelier mistress? No! Mother? No! Grandmother? No! + Friend? No! Cornelia, mother, grandmother, Madame Jacobus, all of them + just what I love and need, sweet souls between me and the angels.” + </p> + <p> + It happened—but doubtless happened because so ordered—that the + very hour in which Joris left Hyde Manor, Peter Van Ariens received a + letter that made him very anxious. He left his office and went to see his + son. “Rem,” he said, “there is now an opportunity for + thee. Here has come a letter from Boston, and some one must go there; and + that too in a great hurry. The house of Blume and Otis is likely to fail, + and in it we have some great interests. A lawyer we must have to look + after them; go thyself, and it shall be well for both of us.” + </p> + <p> + “I am ready to go—that is, I can be ready in one or two days.” + </p> + <p> + “There are not one or two days to spare. Gerard will take care of + thy work here. To-day is the best time of all.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot go with a happy mind to-day. I will tell you, father. I + think now my case with Cornelia will bear putting to the question. As you + know, it has been step with step between Joris Hyde and myself in that + affair, and if I go away now without securing the ground I have gained, + what can hinder Hyde from taking advantage over me? He too must go soon, + but he will try and secure his position before he leaves. To do the same + thing is my only way. I wish, then, the time to give myself this security.” + </p> + <p> + “That is fair. A man is not a man till he has won a wife. Cornelia + Moran is much to my mind. Tell her my home is thine, and she will be a + mistress dearly loved and honoured. And if a thing is to be done, there is + no time like the hour that has not struck. Go and see her now. She was in + the garden gathering asters when I left home this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “I will write to her. I will tell her what is in my heart—though + she knows it well—and ask her for her love and her hand. If she is + kind to my offer she will tell me to come and see her to-night, then I can + go to Boston with a free heart and look after your money and your + business.” + </p> + <p> + “If things be this way, thou art reasonable. A good wife must not be + lost for the peril of some gold sovereigns. At once write to the maid; + such letters are best done at the first thought, some prudences or some + fears may come with the second thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + “I have no fear but Joris Hyde. That Englishman I hate. His calm + confidence, his smiling insolent air is intolerable.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the English way. But Cornelia is American—as thou art.” + </p> + <p> + “She thinks much of that, but yet—” + </p> + <p> + “Be not afraid. The brave either find, or make, a way to success. + What is in a girl’s heart no man can tell, if she be cold and shy + that should not cause thee to doubt. When water is ice, who would suspect + what great heat is stored away in it? Write thy letter at once. Put thy + heart into thy pen. Not always prudent is this way, but once in a man’s + life it is wisdom.” + </p> + <p> + “My pen is too small for my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “My opinion is that thou hast wavered too long. It is a great + foolishness to let the cherry knock against the lips too often or too + long. A pretty pastime, perhaps, to will, and not will, to dare, and not + dare; but at last the knock comes that drops the cherry—it may be + into some other mouth.” + </p> + <p> + “I fear no one but that rascal, Joris Hyde.” + </p> + <p> + “A rascal he is not, because the same woman he loves as thyself. + Such words weaken any cause. No wrong have I seen or known of Lieutenant + Hyde.” + </p> + <p> + “I will call him a rascal, and I will give him no other title, + though his father leave him an earl.” + </p> + <p> + “Now, then, I shall go. I like not ill words. Write thy letter, but + put out of thy mind all bad thoughts first. A love letter from a bitter + heart is not lucky. And of all thy wit thou wilt have great need if to a + woman thou write.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, they are intolerable, aching joys! A man who dares to love a + woman, or dares to believe in her, dares to be mad.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come! No evil must thou speak of good women, I swear that I + was never out of it yet, when I judged men as they judged women. The art + of loving a woman is the art of trusting her—yes, though the heavens + fall. Now, then, haste with thy letter. Thou may have ‘Yes’ to + it ere thou sleep to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “And I may have ‘No.’” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure, if thou think ‘no.’ But, even so, if thou + lose the wedding ring, the hand is still left; another ring may be found.” + </p> + <p> + “‘No,’ would be a deathblow to me.” + </p> + <p> + “It will not. While a man has meat and drink love will not starve + him; with world’s business and world’s pleasure an unkind love + he makes shift to forget. Bring to me word of thy good fortune this night, + and in the morning there is the Boston business. Longer it can hardly + wait.” + </p> + <p> + But the letter to Cornelia which Hyde found to slip off his pen like + dancing was a much more difficult matter to Rem. He wrote and destroyed, + and wrote again and destroyed, and this so often that he finally resolved + to go to Maiden Lane for his inspiration. “I may see Cornelia in the + garden, or at the window, and when I see what I desire, surely I shall + have the wit to ask for it.” + </p> + <p> + So he thought, and with the thought he locked his desk and went towards + his home in Maiden Lane. He met George Hyde sauntering up the street + looking unhappy and restless, and he suspected at once that he had been + walking past Doctor Moran’s house in the hope of seeing Cornelia and + had been disappointed. The thought delighted him. He was willing to bear + disappointment himself, if by doing so some of Hyde’s smiling + confidence was changed to that unhappy uneasiness which he detected in his + rival’s face and manner. The young men bowed to each other but did + not speak. In some occult way they divined a more positive antagonism than + they had ever before been conscious of. + </p> + <p> + “I cannot go out of the house,” thought Rem, “without + meeting that fop. He is in at one door, and out at another; this way, that + way, up street, and down street—the devil take the fellow!” + </p> + <p> + “What a mere sullen creature that Rem Van Ariens is!” thought + Hyde, “and with all the good temper in the world I affirm it. I + wonder what he is on the street for at this hour! Shall I watch him? No, + that would be vile work. I will let him alone; he may as well play the + ill-natured fool on the street as in the house—better, indeed, for + some one may have a title to tell him so. But I may assure myself of one + thing, when I met him he was building castles in the future, for he was + looking straight before him; and if he had been thinking of the past, he + would have been looking down. I should not wonder if it was Cornelia that + filled his dreams. Faith, we have blockheads of all ages; but on that road + he will never overtake his thought”—then with a movement of + impatience he added, + </p> + <p> + “Why should I let him into my mind?—for he is the least + welcome of all intruders.—Good gracious! how long the minutes are! + It is plain to me that Cornelia is not at home, and my letter may not even + have touched her hands yet. How shall I endure another hour?—perhaps + many hours. Where can she have gone? Not unlikely to Madame Jacobus. Why + did I not think of this before? For who can help me to bear suspense + better than madame? I will go to her at once.” + </p> + <p> + He hastened his steps and soon arrived at the well-known residence of his + friend. He was amazed as soon as the door was opened to find preparations + of the most evident kind for some change. The corded trunk in the hall, + the displaced furniture, all things he saw were full of the sad hurry of + parting. “What is the matter?” he asked in a voice of fear. + </p> + <p> + “I am going away for a time, Joris, my good friend,” answered + madame, coming out of a shrouded and darkened parlour as she spoke. She + had on her cloak and bonnet, and before Joris could ask her another + question a coach drove to the door. “I think it is a piece of good + fortune,” she continued, “to see you before I go.” + </p> + <p> + “But where are you going?” + </p> + <p> + “To Charleston.” + </p> + <p> + “But why?” + </p> + <p> + “I am going because my sister Sabrina is sick—dying; and there + is no one so near to her as I am.” + </p> + <p> + “I knew not you had a sister.” + </p> + <p> + “She is the sister of my husband. So, then, she is twice my sister. + When Jacobus comes home he will thank me for going to his dear Sabrina. + But what brings you here so early? Yesterday I asked for you, and I was + told that you were waiting on your good mother.” + </p> + <p> + “My mother felt sure there was a letter from father, and I came at + once to get it for her.” + </p> + <p> + “Was there one?” + </p> + <p> + “There was none.” + </p> + <p> + “It will come in good time. Now, I must go. I have not one moment to + lose. Good-bye, dear Joris!” + </p> + <p> + “For how long, my friend?” + </p> + <p> + “I know not. Sabrina is incurably ill. I shall stay with her till + she departs.” She said these words as they went down the steps + together, and with eyes full of tears he placed her carefully in the coach + and then turned sorrowfully to his own rooms. He could not speak of his + own affairs at such a moment, and he realized that there was nothing for + him to do but wait as patiently as possible for Cornelia’s answer. + </p> + <p> + In the meantime Rem was writing his proposal. He was not assisted in the + effort by any sight of his mistress. It was evident Cornelia was not in + her home, and he looked in vain for any shadow of the sweet face that he + was certain would have made his words come easily. Finally, after many + trials, he desisted with the following, though it was the least affective + of any form he had written: + </p> + <p> + To MISS MORAN, + </p> + <p> + Honoured and Beloved Friend: + </p> + <p> + Twenty times this day I have tried to write a letter worthy to come into + your hands and worthy to tell you how beyond all words I love you, But + what can I say more than that I love you? This you know. It has been no + secret to you since ever you were a little girl. Many years I have sought + your love,—pardon me if now I ask you to tell me I have not sought + in vain. To-morrow I must leave New York, and I may be away for some time. + Pray, then, give me some hope to-night to take with me. Say but one word + to make me the proudest and happiest lover in the world. Give me the + permission to come and show to your father that I am able to maintain you + in every comfort that is your right; and all my life long I will prove to + you the devotion that attests my undying affection and gratitude. I am + sick with longing for the promise of your love. May I presume to hope so + great a blessing? O dearest Cornelia, I am, as you know well, your humble + servant, REMBRANDT VAN ARIENS. + </p> + <p> + When he had finished this letter, he folded and sealed it, and walked to + the window with it in his hand. Then he saw Cornelia returning home from + some shopping or social errand, and hastily calling a servant, ordered him + to deliver the letter at once to Miss Moran. And as Cornelia lingered a + little among the aster beds, the man put it into her own hands. She bowed + and smiled as she accepted it, but Rem, watching with his heart in his + eyes, could see that it awakened no special interest. She kept it unopened + as she wandered among the purple and pink, and gold and white flowers, + until Mrs. Moran came to the door to hurry her movements; then she + followed her mother hastily into the house, “Do you know how late it + is, Cornelia? Dinner is nearly ready. There is a letter on your dressing + table that came by Lieutenant Hyde’s servant two or three hours ago.” + </p> + <p> + “And Tobias has just brought me a letter from Rem—at least the + direction is in Rem’s handwriting.” + </p> + <p> + “Some farewell dance I suppose, before our dancers go to gay + Philadelphia.” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say it is.” She made the supposition as she went up + the stairs, and did not for a moment anticipate any more important + information. As she entered her room an imposing looking letter met her + eyes—a letter written upon the finest paper, squarely folded, and + closed with a large seal of scarlet wax carrying the Hyde arms. Poor Rem’s + message lost instantly whatever interest it possessed; she let it fall + from her hand, and lifting Hyde’s, opened it with that marvellous + womanly impetuosity which love teaches. Then all the sweet intimate ardour + and passionate disquietude of her lover took possession of her. In a + moment she felt all that he felt; all the ecstasy and tumult of a great + affection not sure. For this letter was the “little more” in + Hyde’s love, and, oh, how much it was! + </p> + <p> + She pondered it until she was called to dinner. There was then no time to + read Rem’s letter, but she broke the seal and glanced at its tenor, + and an expression of pity and annoyance came into her eyes. Hastily she + locked both letters away in a drawer of her desk, and as she did so, + smilingly said to herself, “I wonder if papers are sensitive! Shut + close together in one little drawer will they like it? I hope they will + lie peaceably and not quarrel.” + </p> + <p> + Doctor Moran was not at home, nor was he expected until sundown, so mother + and daughter enjoyed together the confidence which Hyde’s letter + induced. Mrs. Moran thought the young man was right, and promised, to a + certain extent, to favour his proposal. “However, Cornelia,” + she added, “unless your father is perfectly agreeable and satisfied, + I would not advise you to make any engagement. Clandestine engagements + come to grief in some way or other, and if your marriage with Joris Hyde + is prearranged by THOSE who know what is best for your good, then, my + dear, it is as sure to take place as the sun is sure to rise to-morrow. It + is only waiting for the appointed hour, and you may as well wait in a + happy home as in one you make wretched by the fret and complaining which a + secret in any life is certain to produce.” + </p> + <p> + Now, it is not often that a girl has to answer in one hour two such + epistles as those received by Cornelia. Yet perhaps such an event occurs + more frequently than is suspected, for Love—like other things—has + its critical moment; and when that moment arrives it finds a voice as + surely as the flower ready to bloom opens its petals. And if there be two + lovers equally sincere, both are likely to feel at the same moment the + same impetus to revelation. Besides which, Fate of any kind seeks the + unusual and the unexpected; it desires to startle, and to force events by + surprises. + </p> + <p> + The answering of these letters was naturally Cornelia’s first + afternoon thought. It troubled her to remember that Joris had already been + waiting some hours for a reply, for she had no hesitation as to what that + reply should be. To write to Joris was a delightful thing, an unusual + pleasure, and she sat down, smiling, to pen the lines which she thought + would bring her much happiness, but which were doomed to bring her a great + sorrow. + </p> + <p> + MY JORIS! My dear Friend: + </p> + <p> + Tis scarce an hour since I received your letter, but I have read it over + four times. And whatever you desire, that also is my desire; and I am + deceived as much as you, if you think I do not love you as much as I am + loved by you. You know my heart, and from you I shall never hide it; and I + think if I were asleep, I should tell you how much I love you; for, + indeed, I often dream that I do so. Come, then, this very night as soon as + you think convenient. If my father is in a suitable temper it will be well + to speak plainly to him, and I am sure that my mother will say in our + favour all that is wise. + </p> + <p> + Our love, with no recognition but our own, has been so strangely sweet + that I could be content never to alter that condition; and yet I fear no + bond, and am ready to put it all to the trial. For if our love is not such + as will uphold an engagement, it will sink of itself; and if it is true as + we believe it to be, then it may last eternally. What more is to say I + will keep for your ear, for you are enough in my heart to know all my + thoughts, and to know better than I can tell you how dearly, how + constantly, how entirely I love you. + </p> + <p> + Yours forever, CORNELIA. + </p> + <p> + Without a pause, without an erasure this letter had transcribed itself + from Cornelia’s heart to the small gilt-edged note paper; but she + found it a much more difficult thing to answer the request of Rem Van + Ariens. She was angry at him for putting her in such a dilemma. She + thought that she had made plain as possible to him the fact that she was + pleased to be a companion, a friend, a sister, if he so desired, but that + love between them was not to be thought of. She had told Arenta this many + times, and she had done so because she was certain Arenta would make this + position clear to her brother. And under ordinary circumstances Arenta + would have been frank and free enough with Rem, but while her own marriage + was such an important question she was not inclined to embarrass or shadow + its arrangements by suggesting things to Rem likely to cause disagreements + when she wished all to be harmonious and cheerful. So Arenta had + encouraged, rather than dashed, Rem’s hopes, for she did not doubt + that Cornelia would finally undo very thoroughly what she had done. + </p> + <p> + “A little love experience will be a good thing for Rem,” she + said to herself—“it will make a man of him; and I do hope he + has more self-respect and courage than to die of her denial.” + </p> + <p> + It is easy, then, to understand how Cornelia, relying on Arenta’s + usually ready advice and confidences, was sure that Rem had accepted the + friendship that was all in her power to give him, and that this belief + gave to their intercourse a frank and kindly intimacy that it would not + otherwise have obtained. This state of things was desirable and + comfortable for Arenta, and Cornelia also had found a great satisfaction + in a friendship which she trusted had fully recognized and accepted its + limitations. Now, all these pleasant moderate emotions were stirred into + uncomfortable agitation by Rem’s unlooked-for and unreasonable + request. She was hurt and agitated and withal a little sorry for Rem, and + she was also in a hurry, for the letter for Joris was waiting, as she + wished to send both by the same messenger. Finally she wrote the following + words, not noticing at the time, but remembering afterwards, what a + singular soul reluctance she experienced; how some uncertain presentiment, + vague and dark and drear, stifled her thoughts and tried to make her + understand, or at least pause. But alas! the doom that walks side by side + with us, never warns; it seems rather to stand sarcastic at our ignorance, + and to watch speculatively the cloud of trouble coming—coming on + purpose because we foolishly or carelessly call it to us. + </p> + <h3> + MY DEAR AND HONOURED FRIEND: + </h3> + <p> + Your letter has given me very great sorrow. You must have known for many + weeks, even months, that marriage between us was impossible. It has always + been so, it always will be so. Why could you not be content? We have been + so happy! So happy! and now you will end all. But Fortune, though often + cruel, cannot call back times that are past, and I shall never forget our + friendship. I grieve at your going away; I pray that your absence may + bring you some consolation. Do not, I beg you, attempt to call on my + father. Without explanations, I tell you very sincerely, such a call will + cause me great trouble; for you know well a girl must trust somewhat to + others’ judgment in her disposal. It gives me more pain than I can + say to write in this mood, but necessity permits me no kinder words. I + want you to be sure that the wrench, the “No” here is + absolute. My dear friend, pity rather than blame me; and I will be so + unselfish as to hope you may not think so kindly of me as to be cruel to + yourself. Please to consider your letter as never written, it is the + greatest kindness you can do me; and, above all, I beg you will not take + my father into your confidence. With a sad sense of the pain my words must + cause you, I remain for all time your faithful friend and obedient + servant, + </p> + <h3> + CORNELIA MORAN. + </h3> + <p> + Then she rang for a lighted candle, and while waiting for its arrival + neatly folded her letters. Her white wax and seal were at hand, and she + delayed the servant until she had closed and addressed them. + </p> + <p> + “You will take Lieutenant Hyde’s letter first,” she + said; “and make no delay about it, for it is very important. Mr. Van + Ariens’ note you can deliver as you return.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as this business was quite out of her hands, she sank with a happy + sigh into a large comfortable chair; let her arms drop gently, and closed + her eyes to think over what she had done. She was quite satisfied. She was + sure that no length of reflection could have made her decide differently. + She had Hyde’s letter in her bosom, and she pressed her hand against + it, and vowed to her heart that he was worthy of her love, and that he + only should have it. As for Rem, she had a decided feeling of annoyance, + almost of fear, as he entered her mind. She was angry that he had chosen + that day to urge his unwelcome suit, and thus thrust his personality into + Hyde’s special hour. + </p> + <p> + “He always makes himself unwelcome,” she thought, “he + ever has the way to come when he was least wanted; but Joris! Oh there is + nothing I would alter in him, even at the cost of a wish! JORIS! JORIS!” + and she let the dear name sweeten her lips, while the light of love + brightened and lengthened her eyes, and spread over her lovely face a + blushing glow. + </p> + <p> + After a while she rose up and adorned herself for her lover’s visit. + And when she entered the parlor Mrs. Moran looked at her with a little + wonder. For she had put on with her loveliest gown a kind of bewildering + prettiness. There was no cloud in her eyes, only a glow of soft dark fire. + Her soul was in her face, it spoke in her bright glances, her sweet + smiles, and her light step; it softened her speech to music, it made her + altogether so delightful that her mother thought “Fortune must give + her all she wishes, she is so charming.” + </p> + <p> + The tea tray was brought in at five o’clock, but Doctor Moran had + not returned, and there was in both women’s hearts a little sense of + disappointment. Mrs. Moran was wondering at his unusual delay, Cornelia + feared he would be too weary and perhaps, too much interested in other + matters to permit her lover to speak. “But even so,” she + thought, “Joris can come again. To-night is not the only + opportunity.” + </p> + <p> + It was nearly seven o’clock when the doctor came, and Cornelia was + sure her lover would not be much behind that hour; but tea time was ever a + good time to her father, he was always amiable and gracious with a cup in + his hand, and the hour after it when his pipe kept him company, was his + best hour. She told her heart that things had fallen out better than if + she had planned them so; and she was so thoughtful for the weary man’s + comfort, so attentive and so amusing, that he found it easy to respond to + the happy atmosphere surrounding him. He had a score of pleasant things to + tell about the fashionable exodus to Philadelphia, about the handsome + dresses that had been shown him, and the funny household dilemmas that had + been told him. And he was much pleased because Harry De Lancey had been a + great part of the day with him, and was very eloquent indeed about the + young man’s good sense and good disposition, and the unnecessary, + and almost cruel, confiscation of property his family had suffered, for + their Tory principles. + </p> + <p> + And in the midst of the De Lancey lamentation, seven o’clock struck + and Cornelia began to listen for the shutting of the garden gate, and the + sound of Hyde’s step upon the flagged walk. It did not come as soon + as she hoped it would, and the minutes went slowly on until eight struck. + Then the doctor was glooming and nodding, and waking up and saying a word + or two, and relapsing again into semi-unconsciousness. She felt that the + favourable hour had passed, and now the minutes went far too quickly. Why + did he net come? With her work in her hand-making laborious stitches by a + drawn thread—she sat listening with all her being. The street itself + was strangely silent, no one passed, and the fitful talk at the fireside + seemed full of fatality; she could feel the influence, though she did not + inquire of her heart what it was, of what it might signify. + </p> + <p> + Half-past eight! She looked up and caught her mother’s eyes, and the + trouble and question in them, and the needle going through the fine + muslin, seemed to go through her heart. At nine the watching became + unbearable. She said softly “I must go to bed. I am tired;” + but she put away with her usual neatness her work, and her spools of + thread, her thimble and her scissors. Her movement in the room roused the + doctor thoroughly. He stood up, stretched his arms outward and upward, and + said “he believed he had been sleeping, and must ask their pardon + for his indifference.” And then he walked to the window and looking + out added “It is a lovely night but the moon looks like storm. Oh!”—and + he turned quickly with the exclamation—“I forgot to tell you + that I heard a strange report to-day, nothing less than that General Hyde + returned on the Mary Pell this morning, bringing with him a child.” + </p> + <p> + “A child!” said Mrs. Moran. + </p> + <p> + “A girl, then, a little mite of a creature. Mrs. Davy told me the + Captain carried her in his arms to the carriage which took them to Hyde + Manor.” + </p> + <p> + “And how should Mrs. Davy know?” + </p> + <p> + “The Davys live next door to the Pells, and the servants of one + house carried the news to the other house. She said the General sent to + his son’s lodging to see if he was in town, but he was not. It was + then only eight o’clock in the morning.” + </p> + <p> + “How unlikely such a story is! Do you believe it?” + </p> + <p> + “Ask to-morrow. As for me, I neither know nor care. That is the + report. Who can tell what the Hydes will do?” + </p> + <p> + Then Cornelia said a hasty “good-night” and went to her room. + She was sick at heart; she trembled, something in her life had lost its + foot-hold, and a sudden bewildering terror—she knew not how to + explain—took possession of her. For once she forgot her habitual + order and neatness; her pretty dress was thrown heedlessly across a chair, + and she fell upon her knees weeping, and yet she could not pray. + </p> + <p> + Still the very posture and the sweet sense of help and strength it + implied, brought her the power to take into consideration such unexpected + news, and such unexplained neglect on her lover’s part, “General + Hyde has returned; that much I feel certain of,” she thought, + “and Joris must have left Hyde Manor about the time his father + reached New York. Joris would take the river road, being the shortest, his + father would take the highway as the best for the carriage. Consequently, + they passed each other and did not know it. Then Joris has been sent for, + and it was right and natural that he should go—but oh, he might have + written!—ten words would have been enough—It was right he + should go—but he might have written!—he might have written!”—and + she buried her face in her pillow and wept bitterly. Alas! Alas! Love + wounds as cruelly when he fails, as when he strikes; and even when + Cornelia had outworn thought and feeling, and fallen into a sorrowful + sleep, she was conscious of this failure, and her soul sighed all night + long “He might have written!” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX — MISDIRECTED LETTERS + </h2> + <p> + The night so unhappy to Cornelia was very much more unhappy to Hyde. He + had sent his letter to her before eleven in the morning, and if Fortune + were kind to him, he expected an answer soon after leaving Madame Jacobus. + Her departure from New York depressed him very much. She had been the good + genius of his love, but he told himself that it had now “grown to + perfection, and could, he hoped, stand in its own strength.” + Restlessly he watched the hours away, now blaming, now excusing, anon + dreaming of his coming bliss, then fidgeting and fearing disappointment + from being too forward in its demanding. When noon passed, and one o’clock + struck, he rang for some refreshment; for he guessed very accurately the + reason of delay. + </p> + <p> + “Cornelia has been visiting or shopping,” he thought; “and + if it were visiting, no one would part with her until the last moment; so + then if she get home by dinner-time it is as much as I can expect. I may + as well eat, and then wait in what patience I can, another hour or two—yes, + it will be two hours. I will give her two hours—for she will be + obliged to serve others before me. Well, well, patience is my penance.” + </p> + <p> + But in truth he expected the letter to be in advance of three o’clock. + “Twenty words will answer me,” he thought; “yes, ten + words; and she will find or make the time to write them;” and + between this hope and the certainty of three o’clock, he worried the + minutes away until three struck. Then there was a knock at his door and he + went hastily to answer it. Balthazar stood there with the longed-for + letter in his hand. He felt first of all that he must be quite alone with + it. So he turned the key and then stood a moment to examine the outside. A + letter from Cornelia! It was a joy to see his own name written by her + hand. He kissed the superscription, and kissed the white seal, and sank + into his chair with a sigh of delight to read it. + </p> + <p> + In a few moments a change beyond all expression came over his face—perplexity, + anger, despair cruelly assailed him. It was evident that some irreparable + thing had ruined all his hopes. He was for some moments dumb. He felt what + he could not express, for a great calamity had opened a chamber of + feeling, which required new words to explain it. This trance of grief was + followed by passionate imprecations and reproaches, wearing themselves + away to an utter amazement and incredulity. He had flung the letter to the + floor, but he lifted it again and went over the cruel words, forcing + himself to read them slowly and aloud. Every period was like a fresh + sentence of death. + </p> + <p> + “‘YOUR LETTER HAS GIVEN ME VERY GREAT SORROW;’ let me + die if that is not what she says; ‘VERY GREAT SORROW. YOU MUST HAVE + KNOWN FOR WEEKS, EVEN MONTHS, THAT MARRIAGE BETWEEN US WAS IMPOSSIBLE;’ + am I perfectly in my senses? ‘IT ALWAYS HAS BEEN AND ALWAYS WILL BE;’ + why, ‘tis heart treason of the worst kind! Can I bear it? Can I bear + it? Can I bear it? Oh Cornelia! Cornelia! ‘WE HAVE BEEN SO HAPPY.’ + Oh it is piteous, sad. So young, so fair, so false! and she ‘GRIEVES + AT MY GOING AWAY,’ and bids me on ‘NO ACCOUNT CALL ON HER + FATHER’—and takes pains to tell me the ‘NO IS ABSOLUTE’—and + I am not to ‘BLAME HER.’ Oh this is the vilest treachery! She + might as well have played the coquette in speech as writing. It is Rem Van + Ariens who is at the bottom of it. May the devil take the fellow! I shall + need some heavenly power to keep my hands off him. This is a grief beyond + all griefs—I believed she loved me so entirely. Fool! a thousand + times fool! Have I not found all women of a piece? Did not Molly Trefuses + throw me over for a duke? and Sarah Talbot tell me my love was only + calf-love and had to be weaned? and Eliza Capel regret that I was too + young to guide a wife, and so marry a cabinet minister old enough for her + grandfather? Women are all just so, not a cherry stone to choose between + them—I will never wonder again at anything a woman does—Was + ever a lover so betrayed? Oh Cornelia! your ink should have frozen in your + pen, ere you wrote such words to me.” + </p> + <p> + Thus his passionate grief and anger tortured him until midnight. Then he + had a high fever and a distracting headache, and, the physical torment + being the most insistent and distressing, he gave way before it. With such + agonizing tears as spring from despairing wounded love he threw himself + upon his bed, and his craving, suffering heart at length found rest in + sleep from the terrible egotism of its sorrow. + </p> + <p> + Never for one instant did he imagine this sorrow to be a mistaken and + quite unnecessary one. Indeed it was almost impossible for him to conceive + of a series of events, which though apparently accidental, had a fatality + more pronounced than anything that could have been arranged. Not taking + Rem Van Ariens seriously into his consideration, and not fearing his rival + in any way, it was beyond all his suspicions that Rem should write to + Cornelia in the same hour, and for the same purpose as himself. He had no + knowledge of Rem’s intention to go to Boston, and could not + therefore imagine Cornelia “grieving” at any journey but his + own impending one to England. And that she should be forced by + circumstances to answer both Rem and himself in the same hour, and in the + very stress and hurry of her great love and anxiety should misdirect the + letters, were likelihoods outside his consciousness. + </p> + <p> + It was far otherwise with Rem. The moment he opened the letter brought him + by Cornelia’s messenger, in that very moment he knew that it was NOT + his letter. He understood at once the position, and perceived that he held + in his hand an instrument, which if affairs went as he desired, was likely + to make trouble he could perchance turn to his own advantage. The fate + that had favoured him so far would doubtless go further—if he let it + alone. These thoughts sprang at once into his reflection, but were barely + entertained before nobler ones displaced them. As a Christian gentleman he + knew what he ought to do without cavil and without delay, and he rose to + follow the benignant justice of his conscience. Into this obedience, + however, there entered an hesitation of a second of time, and that + infinitesimal period was sufficient for his evil genius. + </p> + <p> + “Why will you meddle?” it asked. “This is a very dubious + matter, and common prudence suggests a little consideration. It will be + far wiser to let Hyde take the first step. If the letter he has received + is so worded, that he knows it is your letter, it is his place to make the + transfer—and he will be sure to do it. Why should you continue the + chase? let the favoured one look after his own affairs—being a + lawyer, you may well tell yourself, that it is not your interest to move + the question.” + </p> + <p> + And he hesitated and then sat down, and as there is wickedness even in + hesitating about a wicked act, Rem easily drifted from the negative to the + positive of the crime contemplated. + </p> + <p> + “I had better keep it,” he mused, “and see what will + come of the keeping. All things are fair in love and war”—a + stupid and slanderous assertion, as far as love is concerned, for love + that is noble and true, will not justify anything which Christian ethics + do not justify. + </p> + <p> + He suffered in this decision, suffered in his own way quite as much as + Hyde did. Cornelia had been his dream from his youth up, and Hyde had been + his aversion from the moment he first saw him. The words were not to seek + with which he expressed himself, and they were such words as do not bear + repeating. But of all revelations, the revelation of grief is the + plainest. He saw clearly in that hour that Cornelia had never loved him, + that his hopes had always been vain, and he experienced all the bitterness + of being slighted and humbled for an enemy. + </p> + <p> + After a little while he remembered that Hyde might possibly do the thing + which he had resolved not to do. Involuntarily he did Hyde this justice, + and he said to himself, “if there is anything in the letter intended + for me, which determines its ownership, Hyde will bring it. He will + understand that I have the answer to his proposal, and demand it from me—and + whether I shall feel in a mood to give it to him, will depend on the + manner in which the demand is made. If he is in one of his lordly ways he + will get no satisfaction from me. I am not apt to give myself, nor + anything I have, away; in fact it will be best not to see him—if he + holds a letter of mine he may keep it. I know its tenor and I am not eager + to know the very words in which my lady says ‘No.’ HO! HO! HO!” + he laughed, “I will go to the Swamp; my scented rival in his + perfumed clothing, will hardly wish the smell of the tanning pits to come + between him and his gentility.” + </p> + <p> + The thought of Hyde’s probable visit and this way of escaping it + made him laugh again; but it was a laughter that had that something + terrible in it which makes the laughter of the insane and drunken and + cruel, worse than the bitterest lamentation. He felt a sudden haste to + escape himself, and seizing his hat walked rapidly to his father’s + office. Peter looked up as he entered, and the question in his eyes hardly + needed the simple interrogatary— + </p> + <p> + “Well then?” + </p> + <p> + “It is ‘No.’ I shall go to Boston early in the morning. + I wish to go over the business with Blume and Otis, and to possess myself + of all particulars.” + </p> + <p> + “I have just heard that General Hyde came back this morning. He is + now the Right Honourable the Earl of Hyde, and his son is, as you know, + Lord George Hyde. Has this made a difference?” + </p> + <p> + “It has not. Let us count up what is owing to us. After all there is + a certain good in gold.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the truth. I am an old man and I have seen what altitudes + the want of gold can abase, and what impossible things it makes possible. + In any adversity gold can find friends.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall count every half-penny after Blume and Otis.” + </p> + <p> + “Be not too strict—too far east is west. You may lose all by + demanding all.” + </p> + <p> + Then the two men spent several hours in going over their accounts, and + during this time no one called on Rem and he received no message. When he + returned home he found affairs just as he had left them. “So far + good,” he thought, “I will let sleeping dogs lie. Why should I + set them baying about my affairs? I will not do it”—and with + this determination in his heart he fell asleep. + </p> + <p> + But Rem’s sleep was the sleep of pure matter; his soul never knew + the expansion and enlightenment and discipline of the oracles that speak + in darkness. The winged dreams had no message or comfort for him, and he + took no counsel from his pillow. His sleep was the sleep of tired flesh + and blood, and heavy as lead. But the waking from such sleep—if + there is trouble to meet—is like being awakened with a blow. He + leaped to his feet, and the thought of his loss and the shame of it, and + the horror of the dishonourable thing he had done, assailed him with a + brutal force and swiftness. He was stunned by the suddenness and the + inexorable character of his trouble. And he told himself it was “best + to run away from what he could not fight.” He had no fear of Hyde’s + interference so early in the morning, and once in Boston all attacks would + lose much of their hostile virulence, by the mere influence of distance. + He knew these were cowardly thoughts, but when a man knows he is in the + wrong, he does not challenge his thoughts, he excuses them. And as soon as + he was well on the road to Boston, he even began to assume that Hyde, full + of the glory of his new position, would doubtless be well disposed to let + all old affairs drop quietly “and if so,” he mused, “Cornelia + will not be so dainty, and I may get ‘Yes’ where I got ‘No.’” + </p> + <p> + He was of course arguing from altogether wrong premises, for Hyde at that + hour was unconscious of his new dignity, and if he had been aware of it, + would have been indifferent to its small honour. He had spent a miserable + night, and a sense of almost intolerable desertion and injury awoke with + him. His soul had been in desolate places, wandering in immense woods, + vaguely apprehended as stretches of time before this life. He had called + the lost Cornelia through all their loneliness, and answers faint as the + faintest echo, had come back to that sense of spiritual hearing attuned in + other worlds than this. But sad as such experience was, the sole effort + had strengthened him. He was indeed in better case mentally than + physically. + </p> + <p> + “I must get into the fresh air,” he said. “I am faint + and weak. I must have movement. I must see my mother. I will tell her + everything.” Then he went to his mirror, and looked with a grim + smile at its reflection. “I have the face of a lover kicked out of + doors,” he continued scornfully. He took but small pains with his + toilet, and calling for some breakfast sat down to eat it. Then for the + first time in his life, he was conscious of that soul sickness which turns + from all physical comfort; and of that singular obstruction in the throat + which is the heart’s sob, and which would not suffer him to swallow. + </p> + <p> + “I am most wretched,” he said mournfully; “and no + trouble comes alone. Of all the days in all the years, why should Madame + Jacobus have to take herself out of town yesterday? It is almost + incredible, and she could, and would have helped me. She would have sent + for Cornelia. I might have pleaded my cause face to face with her.” + Then angrily— “Faith! can I yet care for a girl so cruel and + so false? I am not to be pitied if I do. I will go to my dear mother. + Mother-love is always sure, and always young. Whatever befalls, it keeps + constant truth. I will go to my mother.” + </p> + <p> + He rode rapidly through the city and spoke to no one, but when he reached + his Grandfather Van Heemskirk’s house, he saw him leaning over the + half-door smoking his pipe. He drew rein then, and the old gentleman came + to his side: + </p> + <p> + “Why art thou here?” he asked. “Is thy father, or Lady + Annie sick?” + </p> + <p> + “I know nothing new. There was no letter yesterday.” + </p> + <p> + “Yesterday! Surely thou must know that they are now at home? + Yesterday, very early in the morning, they landed.” + </p> + <p> + “My father at home!” + </p> + <p> + “That is the truth. Where wert thou, not to know this?” + </p> + <p> + “I came to town yesterday morning. I had a great trouble. I was sick + and kept my room.” + </p> + <p> + “And sick thou art now, I can see that,” said Madame Van + Heemskirk coming forward—“What is the matter with thee, my + Joris?” + </p> + <p> + “Cornelia has refused me. I know not how it is, that no woman will + love me. Am I so very disagreeable?” + </p> + <p> + “Thou art as handsome and as charming as can be; and it is not + Cornelia that has said ‘no’ to thee, it is her father. Now he + will be sorry, for thy uncle is dead and thy father is Earl Hyde, and thou + thyself art a lord.” + </p> + <p> + “I care not for such things. I am a poor lord, if Cornelia be not my + lady.” “I wonder they sent not after thee!” + </p> + <p> + “They would be expecting me every hour. If there had been a letter I + should have gone directly back with it, but it was beyond all surmising, + that my father should return. Grandfather, will you see Doctor Moran for + me? You can speak a word that will prevail.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not, my Joris. If thy father were not here, that would be + different. He is the right man to move in the matter. Ever thou art in too + much of a hurry. Think now of thy life as a book of uncut leaves, and do + not turn a page till thou hast read it to the very last word.” + </p> + <p> + “<i>I</i> will see Cornelia for thee,” said Madame Van + Heernskirk. “<i>I</i> will ask the girl what she means. Very often + she passes here, sometimes she comes in. I will say to her—why did + thou throw my grandson’s love away like an old shoe? Art thou not + ashamed to be so light of love, for I know well thou said to my Joris, + thou loved him. And she will tell me the truth. Yes, indeed, if into my + house she comes, out of it she goes not, until I have the why, and the + wherefore.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not be unkind to her, grandmother—perhaps it is not her + fault—if she had only said a few sorrowful words—Let me show + you her letter.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Van Heernskirk. “One thing at a time, Joris. + Now it is the time to go and welcome thy father and thy cousin—too + long has been the delay already.” + </p> + <p> + “Then good-bye! Grandmother, you will speak or me?” And she + smiled and nodded, and stood on her tiptoe while Joris stooped and kissed + her—“Fret not thyself at all. I will see Cornelia and speak + for thee.” And then he kissed her again and rode away. + </p> + <p> + Very near the great entrance gates of Hyde Manor he met his father and + mother walking. Madame, the Right Honourable the Countess of Hyde, was + pointing out the many improvements she had made; and the Earl looked + pleased and happy. George threw himself off his horse with a loving + impetuosity, and his mother questioned him about his manner of spending + the previous day. “How could thou help knowing thy father had + landed?” she asked. “Was not the whole city talking of the + circumstance?” + </p> + <p> + “I was not in the city, mother. I went to the post office and from + there to Madame Jacobus. She was just leaving for Charleston, and I went + with her to the boat.” + </p> + <p> + “What an incredible thing! Madame Jacobus leaving New York! For + what? For why?” + </p> + <p> + “She has gone to nurse her sister-in-law, who is dying. That is of + all things the most likely—for she has a great heart.” + </p> + <p> + “You say that—I know not.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the truth itself. Afterwards I had my lunch and then came on + a fever and a distracting headache, and I was compelled to keep my room; + and so heard nothing at all until my grandfather told me the good news + this morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Madame Kippon was on the dock and saw thy father and cousin land. + The news would be a hot coal in her mouth till she told it, and I am + amazed she did not call at thy lodging. Now go forward; when thy father + and I have been round the land, we will come to thee. Thy cousin Annie is + here.” + </p> + <p> + “That confounds me. I could hardly believe it true.” + </p> + <p> + “She is frail, and her physicians thought the sea voyage might give + her the vitality she needs. It was at least a chance, and she was + determined to take it. Then thy father put all his own desires behind him, + and came with her. We will talk more in a little while. I see thy dress is + untidy, and I dare say thou art hungry. Go, eat and dress, by that time we + shall be home.” + </p> + <p> + But though his mother gave him a final charge “to make haste,” + he went slowly. The thought of Cornelia had returned to his memory with a + sweet, strong insistence that carried all before it. He wondered what she + was doing—how she was dressed—what she was thinking—what + she was feeling—-He wondered if she was suffering—if she + thought he was suffering—if she was sorry for him—He made + himself as wretched as possible, and then some voice of comfort anteceding + all reasoning, told him to be of good cheer; for if Cornelia had ever + loved him, she must love him still; and if she had only been amusing + herself with his devotion, then what folly to break his heart for a girl + who had no heart worth talking about. + </p> + <p> + Poor Cornelia! She was at that moment the most unhappy woman in New York. + She had excused the “ten words” he might have written + yesterday. She had found in the unexpected return of his father and cousin + reason sufficient for his neglect; but it was now past ten o’clock + of another day, and there was yet no word from him. Perhaps then he was + coming. She sat at her tambour frame listening till all her senses and + emotions seemed to have fled to her ear. And the ear has memory, it + watches for an accustomed sound, it will not suffer us to forget the + voice, the step of those we love. Many footsteps passed, but none stopped + at the gate; none came up the garden path, and no one lifted the knocker. + The house itself was painfully still; there was no sound but the faint + noise made by Mrs. Moran as she put down her Dobbin or her scissors. The + tension became distressing. She longed for her father—for a caller—for + any one to break this unbearable pause in life. + </p> + <p> + Yet she could not give up hope. A score of excuses came into her mind; she + was sure he would come in the afternoon. He MUST come. She read and reread + his letter. She dressed herself with delightful care and sat down to watch + for him. He came not. He sent no word, no token, and as hour after hour + slipped away, she was compelled to drop her needle. + </p> + <p> + “Mother,” she said, “I am not well. I must go upstairs.” + She had been holding despair at bay so many hours she could bear it no + longer. For she was so young, and this was the first time she had been + yoke-fellow with sorrow. She was amazed at her own suffering. It seemed so + impossible. It had come upon her so swiftly, so suddenly, and as yet she + was not able to seek any comfort or sympathy from God or man. For to do + so, was to admit the impossibility of things yet turning out right; and + this conclusion she would not admit; she was angry at a word or a look + that suggested such a termination. + </p> + <p> + The next morning she called Balthazar to her and closely questioned him. + It had struck her in the night, that the slave might have lost the letter, + and be afraid to confess the accident. But Balthazar’s manner and + frank speech was beyond suspicion. He told her exactly what clothing + Lieutenant Hyde was wearing, how he looked, what words he said, and then + with a little hesitation took a silver crown piece from his pocket and + added “he gave it to me. When he took the letter in his hand he + looked down at it and laughed like he was very happy; and he gave me the + money for bringing it to him; that is the truth, sure, Miss Cornelia.” + </p> + <p> + She could not doubt it. There was then nothing to be done but wait in + patience for the explanation she was certain would yet come. But on with + what leaden motion the hours went by! For a few days she made a pretence + of her usual employments, but at the end of a week her embroidery frame + stood uncovered, her books were unopened her music silent, and she + declared herself unable to take her customary walk. Her mother watched her + with unspeakable sympathy, but Cornelia’s grief was dumb; it made no + audible moan, and preserved an attitude which repelled all discussion. As + yet she would not acknowledge a doubt of her lover’s faith; his + conduct was certainly a mystery, but she told her heart with a passionate + iteration that it would positively be cleared up. + </p> + <p> + Now and then the Doctor, or a visitor, made a remark which might have + broken this implicit trust, and probably did facilitate that end; for it + was evident from them, that Hyde was in health, and that he was taking his + share in the usual routine of daily life:—thus, one day Mrs. Wiley + while making a call said— + </p> + <p> + “I met the new Countess and the Lady Annie Hyde, and I can tell you + the new Countess is very much of a Countess. As for the Lady Annie,” + she added, “she was wrapped to her nose in furs, and you could see + nothing of her but two large black eyes, that even at a distance made you + feel sad and uncomfortable. However Lord George Hyde appeared to be very + much her servant.” + </p> + <p> + “There has been talk of a marriage between them,” answered + Mrs. Moran, for she was anxious to put her daughter out of all question. + “I should think it would be a very proper marriage.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, indeed, ‘proper marriages’ seldom come off. Love + marriages are the fashion at present.” + </p> + <p> + “Are they not the most proper of all?” + </p> + <p> + “On the contrary, is there anything more indiscreet? Of a thousand + couples who marry for love, hardly one will convince us that the thing can + be done, and not repented of afterwards.” + </p> + <p> + “I think you are mistaken,” said Mrs. Moran coldly. “Love + should always seek its match, and that is love—or nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh indeed! It is you are mistaken,” continued Mrs. Wiley. + “As the times go, Cupid has grown to cupidity, and seeks his match + in money or station, or such things.” + </p> + <p> + “Money, or station, or such things find their match in money, or + station, or such things.—They are not love.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then the three may go together in this case. But the girl has + an uncanny, unworldlike face. Captain Wiley says he has seen mermaids with + the same long look in their eyes. Do you know that Rem Van Ariens has gone + to Boston?” + </p> + <p> + “We have heard so;”—and then the Doctor entered, and + after the usual formalities said, “I have just met Earl Hyde and his + Countess parading themselves in the fine carriage he brought with him, + ‘Tis a thousand pities the President did not wait in New York to see + the sight.” + </p> + <p> + “Was Lady Annie with them?” asked Mrs. Wiley, “we were + just talking about her.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but one forgets that she is there—or anywhere. She seems + as if she were an accident.” + </p> + <p> + “And the young lord?” + </p> + <p> + “The young lord affects the democratic.” + </p> + <p> + Such conversations were not uncommon, and Mrs. Moran could not with any + prudence put a sudden stop to them. They kept Cornelia full of wondering + irritation, and gradually drove the doubt into her soul—the doubt of + her lover’s sincerity which was the one thing she could not fight + against. It loosened all the props of life; she ceased to struggle and to + hope. The world went on, but Cornelia’s heart stood still; and at + the end of the third week things came to this—her father looked at + her keenly one morning and sent her instantly to bed. At the last the + breakdown had come in a night, but it had found all ready for it. + </p> + <p> + “She has typhoid, or I am much mistaken,” he said to the + anxious mother. “Why have you said nothing to me? How has it come + about? I have heard no complaining. To have let things go thus far without + help is dreadful—it is almost murder.” + </p> + <p> + “John! John! What could I do? She could not bear me to ask after her + health. She said always that she was not sick. She would not hear of my + speaking to you. I thought it was only sorrow and heart-ache.” + </p> + <p> + “Only sorrow and heart-ache. Is not that enough to call typhoid or + any other death? What is the trouble? Oh I need not ask, I know it is that + young Hyde. I feel it. I saw this trouble coming; now let me know the + whole truth.” + </p> + <p> + He listened to it with angry amazement. He said he ought to have been told + at the time—he threw aside all excuses—for being a man how + could he understand why women put off, and hope, and suffer? He was sure + the rascal ought to have been brought to explanation the very first day:—and + then he broke down and wept his wife’s tears, and echoed all her + piteous moan for her daughter’s wronged love and breaking heart. + </p> + <p> + “What is left us now, is to try and save her dear life,” said + the miserable father. “Suffering we cannot spare her. She must pass + alone through the Valley of the Shadow; but it may be she will lose this + sorrow in its dreadful paths. I have known this to happen often; for THERE + the soul has to strip itself of all encumbrances, and fight for life, and + life only.” + </p> + <p> + This was the battle waged in Doctor Moran’s house for many awful + weeks. The girl lay at Death’s door, and her father and mother + watched every breath she drew. One day, while she was in extremity, the + Doctor went himself to the apothecary’s for medicine. This medicine + was his last hope and he desired to prepare it himself. As he came out of + the store with it in his hand, Hyde looked at him with a steady + imploration. He had evidently been waiting his exit. + </p> + <p> + “Sir!” he said, “I have heard a report that I cannot, I + dare not believe.” + </p> + <p> + “Believe the worst—and stand aside, sir. I have neither + patience nor words for you.” + </p> + <p> + “I beseech you, sir—” + </p> + <p> + “Touch me not! Out of my sight! Broadway is not wide enough for us + two, unless you take the other side.” + </p> + <p> + “Your daughter? Oh sir, have some pity!” + </p> + <p> + “My daughter is dying.” + </p> + <p> + “Then sir, let me tell you, that your behaviour has been so brutal + to her, and to me, that the Almighty shows both kindness and intelligence + in taking her away:”—and with these words uttered in a blazing + passion of indignation and pity, the young lord crossed to the other side + of the street, leaving the Doctor confounded by his words and manner. + </p> + <p> + “There is something strange here,” he said to himself; “the + fellow may be as bad as bad can be, but he neither looked nor spoke as if + he had wronged Cornelia. If she lives I must get to the bottom of this + affair. I should not wonder if it is the work of Dick Hyde—earl or + general—as detestable a man as ever crossed my path.” + </p> + <p> + With this admission and wonder, the thought of Hyde passed from his mind; + for at that hour the issue he had to consider was one of life or death. + And although it was beyond all hope or expectation, Cornelia came back to + life; came back very slowly, but yet with a solemn calm and a certain air + of conscious dignity, as of one victorious over death and the grave. But + she was perilously delicate, and the Doctor began to consider the dangers + of her convalescence. + </p> + <p> + “Ava,” he said one evening when Cornelia had been downstairs + awhile—“it will not do for the child to run the risk of + meeting that man. I see him on the street frequently. The apothecary says + he comes to his store to ask after her recovery nearly every day. He has + not given her up, I am sure of that. He spoke to me once about her, and + was outrageously impudent. There is something strange in the affair, but + how can I move in it?” + </p> + <p> + “It is impossible. Can you quarrel with a man because he has + deceived Cornelia? How cruel that would be to the child! You must bear and + I must bear. Anything must be borne, rather than set the town wondering + and talking.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a terrible position. I see not how I can endure it.” + </p> + <p> + “Put Cornelia before everything.” + </p> + <p> + “The best plan is to remove Cornelia out of danger. Why not take her + to visit your brother Joseph? He has long desired you to do so.” + </p> + <p> + “Go to Philadelphia NOW! Joseph tells me Congress is in session, and + the city gone mad over its new dignity. Nothing but balls and dinners are + thought of; even the Quakers are to be seen in the finest modes and + materials at entertainments; and Cornelia will hardly escape the fever of + fashion and social gaiety. She has many acquaintances there.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not wish her to escape it. A change of human beings is as + necessary as a change of air, or diet. She has had too much of George + Hyde, and Madame Jacobus, and Rem Van Ariens.” + </p> + <p> + “I hear that Rem is greatly taken with Boston, and thinks of opening + an office there.” + </p> + <p> + “Very prudent of Rem. What chance has he in New York with Hamilton + and Burr, to carry off all the big prey? Make your arrangements as soon as + possible to leave New York.” + </p> + <p> + “You are sure that you are right in choosing Philadelphia?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes—while Hyde is in New York. Write to your brother to-day; + and as soon as Cornelia is a little stronger, I will go with you to + Philadelphia.” + </p> + <p> + “And stay with us?” + </p> + <p> + “That is not to be expected. I have too much to do here,” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X — LIFE TIED IN A KNOT + </h2> + <p> + One morning soon after the New Year, Hyde was returning to the Manor House + from New York. It was a day to oppress thought, and tighten the heart, and + kill all hope and energy. There was a monotonous rain and a sky like that + of a past age—solemn and leaden—and the mud of the roads was + unspeakable. He was compelled to ride slowly and to feel in its full + force, as it were, the hostility of Nature. As he reached his home the + rain ceased, and a thick mist, with noiseless entrance, pervaded all the + environment; but no life, or sound of life, broke the melancholy sense of + his utter desolation. + </p> + <p> + He took the road by the lake because it was the nearest road to the + stables, where he wished to alight; but the sight of the livid water, and + of the herons standing motionless under the huge cedars by its frozen + edges, brought to speech and expression that stifled grief, which Nature + this morning had intensified, not relieved. + </p> + <p> + “Those unearthly birds!” he said petulantly, “they look + as if they had escaped the deluge by some mistake. Oh if I could forget! + If I could only forget! And now she has gone! She has gone! I shall never + see her again!” Grief feels it a kind of luxury to repeat some + supreme cry of misery, and this lamentation for his lost love had this + poignant satisfaction. He felt New York to be empty and void and dreary, + and the Manor House with its physical cheer and comfort, and its store of + affection, could not lift the stone from his heart. + </p> + <p> + In spite of the chilling mist the Earl had gone to see a neighbour about + some land and local affairs, and his mother—oblivious of the coronet + of a countess—was helping her housekeeper to make out the list of + all household property at the beginning of the year 1792. She seemed a + little annoyed at his intrusion, and recommended to him a change of + apparel. Then he smiled at his forlorn, draggled condition, and went to + his room. + </p> + <p> + Now it is a fact that in extreme dejection something good to eat, and + something nice to wear, will often restore the inner man to his normal + complacency; and when Hyde’s valet had seen to his master’s + refreshment in every possible way, Hyde was at least reconciled to the + idea of living a little longer. The mud-stained garments had disappeared, + and as he walked up and down the luxurious room, brightened by the blazing + oak logs, he caught reflections of his handsome person in the mirror, and + he began to be comforted. For it is not in normal youth to disdain the + smaller joys of life; and Hyde was thinking as his servant dressed him in + satin and velvet, that at least there was Annie. Annie was always glad to + see him, and he had a great respect for Annie’s opinions. Indeed + during the past few weeks they had been brought into daily companionship, + they had become very good friends. So then the absence of the Earl and the + preoccupation of his mother was not beyond comfort, if Annie was able to + receive him. In spite of his grief for Cornelia’s removal from New + York, he was not insensible to the pleasure of Annie’s approval. He + liked to show himself to her when he knew he could appear to advantage; + and there was nothing more in this desire, than that healthy wish for + approbation that is natural to self-respecting youth. + </p> + <p> + He heard her singing as he approached the drawing-room, and he opened the + door noiselessly and went in. If she was conscious of his entrance she + made no sign of it, and Hyde did not seem to expect it. He glanced at her + as he might have glanced at a priest by the altar, and went softly to the + fireside and sat down. At this moment she had a solemn, saintly beauty; + her small pale face was luminous with spiritual joy, her eyes glowing with + rapture, and her hands moving among the ivory keys of the piano made + enchanting melody to her inspired longing + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Jerusalem the golden, + With milk and honey blest, + Beneath thy contemplation + Sink heart and voice oppressed. + O one, O only mansion, + O paradise of joy! + Where tears are ever banished + And smiles have no alloy. + O sweet and blessed country! + Shall I ever see thy face? + O sweet and blessed country! + Shall I ever win thy grace? +</pre> + <p> + and as these eager impassioned words rose heavenward, it seemed to Hyde + that her innocent, longing soul was half-way out of her frail little body. + He did not in any way disturb her. She ceased when the hymn was finished + and sat still a few moments, realizing, as far as she could, the glory + which doth not yet appear. As her eyes dropped, the light faded from her + face; she smiled at Hyde, a smile that seemed to light all the space + between them. Then he stood up and she came towards him. No wonder that + strangers spoke of her as a child; she had the size and face and figure of + a child, and her look of extreme youth was much accentuated by the simple + black gown she wore, and by her carriage, for she leaned slightly forward + as she walked, her feet appearing to take no hold upon the floor; a + movement springing INTERIORLY from the soul eagerness which dominated her. + Hyde placed her in a chair before the fire, and then drew his own chair to + her side. + </p> + <p> + “Cousin,” she said, “I am most glad to see you. + Everybody has some work to do to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “And you, Annie?” + </p> + <p> + “In this world I have no work to do,” she answered. “My + soul is here for a purchase; when I have made it I shall go home again.” + And Hyde looked at her with such curious interest that she added—“I + am buying Patience.” + </p> + <p> + “O indeed, that is a commodity not in the market.” + </p> + <p> + “I assure you it is. I buy it daily. Once I used to wonder what for + I had come to earth. I had no strength, no beauty, nothing at all to buy + Earth’s good things with. Three years ago I found out that I had + come to buy for my soul, the grace of Patience. Do you remember what an + imperious, restless, hard-to-please, hard-to-serve girl I was? Now it is + different. If people do not come on the instant I call them, I rock my + soul to rest, and say to it ‘anon, anon, be quiet, soul.’ If I + suffer much pain—and that is very often—I say Soul, it is His + Will, you must not cry out against it. If I do not get my own way, I say, + Soul, His Way is best; and thus, day by day, I am buying Patience.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is not possible this can content you. You must have some + other hope and desire, Annie?” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps I once had—and to-day is a good time to speak of it + to you, because now it troubles me no longer. You know what my father + desired, and what your father promised, for us both?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Did you desire it, Annie?” + </p> + <p> + “I do not desire it now. You were ever against it?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh Annie!—” + </p> + <p> + “It makes no matter, George. I shall never marry you.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you dislike me so much?” + </p> + <p> + “I am very fond of you. You are of my race and my kindred, and I + love every soul of the Hydes that has ever tarried on this earth.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall marry no one. I will show you the better way. Few can walk + in it, but Doctor Roslyn says, he thinks it may be my part—my happy + part—to do so:” and as she spoke she took from the little + pocket at her side a small copy of the gospels, and it opened of its own + account at the twentieth chapter of St. Luke. “See!” she said, + “and read it for yourself, George—” + </p> + <p> + “The children of this world marry and are given in marriage. But + they which shall be accounted worthy to obtain that world, and the + resurrection from the dead, neither marry, nor are given in marriage. + </p> + <p> + “Neither can they die any more; for they are equal unto the angels, + and are the children of God, being the children of the resurrection.” + [Footnote: St. Luke, chap. xx. 34-36.] + </p> + <p> + “To die no more! To be like unto the angels! To be the children of + God! This is the end and aim of my desires, to be among ‘the + children of God!’” + </p> + <p> + “Dear Annie, I cannot understand this.” + </p> + <p> + “Not yet. It is not your time. My soul, I think, is ages older than + yours. It takes ages of schooling to get into that class that may leave + Earth forever, and be as the angels. Even now I know, I am sure that you + are fretting and miserable for the love of some woman. For whose love, + George? Tell me.” + </p> + <p> + Then Hyde plunged with headlong precipitancy into the story of his love + for Cornelia, and of the inexplicably cruel way in which it had been + brought to a close. “And yesterday,” he continued with a sob + in his voice—“yesterday I heard that her father had taken her + to Philadelphia. I shall see her no more. He will marry her to Rem Van + Arenas, or to one of her Quaker cousins, and the taste is taken out of my + life, and I am only a walking misery.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not believe it is Cornelia’s fault.” + </p> + <p> + “Here is her letter. Read it.” Then Annie look the letter and + after reading it said, “If she be all you say, I will vow she wrote + this in her sleep. I should like to see her. Why do you think wrong of + her? What is love without faith in the one you love? Do you know first and + finally what true love is? It is THINKING kindly and nobly. For if we GIVE + all we have, and DO all we can do, and yet THINK unkindly, it profits us + nothing. Doctor Roslyn told me so. You remember him?” + </p> + <p> + “Your teacher?” + </p> + <p> + “My teacher, my friend, my father after the spirit. He told me that + our thoughts moulded our fate, because thought and life are one. So then, + if you really love Cornelia, you must think good of her, and then good + will come.” + </p> + <p> + “If thought and life are one, Annie, if doing good, and giving good, + are nothing to thinking good, and we are to be judged by our quality of + thinking, there will be a greater score against all of us, than we can + imagine. I, for one, should not like to be brought face to face with what + I think, and have thought about people; it would be an accounting beyond + my power to settle.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no accounting. If all the priests in Christendom tell you + so, believe them not. Do you think God keeps a score against you? Do you + think the future is some torture chamber, or condemned cell? Oh, how you + wrong God!” + </p> + <p> + “But we are taught, Annie, that the future must correct the past.” + </p> + <p> + “True, but the future, like the present, is a school—only a + school. And the Great Master is so compassionate, so ready to help, so + ready to enlighten, so sure to make out of our foolishness some wise + thing. If we learn the lesson we came here to learn, He will say to us + ‘Well done’—and then we shall go higher.” + </p> + <p> + “If we do not learn it?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah then, we are turned back to try it over again! I should not like + to be turned back—would you?” + </p> + <p> + “But He will punish us for failure.” + </p> + <p> + “Our earthly fathers are often impatient with us; His compassions + fail not. Oh this good God!” she cried in an ecstasy—“Oh + that I knew where I might find Him! Oh that I could come into His + presence!” and her eyes dilated, and were full of an incomparable + joy, as if they were gazing upon some glorious vision, and glad with the + gladness of the angels. + </p> + <p> + Hyde looked at her with an intense interest. He wondered if this angelic + little creature had ever known the frailties and temptations of mortal + life, and she answered his thought as if he had spoken it aloud. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, cousin, I have known all temptations, and come through all + tribulations. My soul has wandered and lost its way, and been brought back + many and many a time, and bought every grace with much suffering. But God + is always present to help, while quest followed quest, and lesson followed + lesson, and goal succeeded goal; ever leaving some evil behind, and + carrying forward some of those gains which are eternal.” + </p> + <p> + “If Adam had not fallen!” sighed George, “things might + have been so different.” + </p> + <p> + “But the angels fell before Adam,” she answered. “I + wonder if Adam knew about the fallen angels? Did he know about death + before he saw Abel dead? He was all day in the garden of Eden after eating + of the fruit of sin and death, and yet he did not put out his hand to take + of the Tree of Life. Did he know that he was already immortal? Was he—and + are we—fallen angels, working our way back to our first estate + through many trials and much suffering? Doctor Roslyn talked to me of + these things till I thought I felt wings stirring within me. Wings! Wings! + Wings to fly away and be at rest. Wings! they have been the dream of every + race and every age. Are they a memory of our past greatness, for they + haunt us, and draw us on and on, and higher and higher?—but why do + you look so troubled and reluctant?” + </p> + <p> + Before Hyde could answer, the Earl came into the room and the young man + was glad to see his father. A conversation so unusual, so suggestive and + cleaving made him unhappy. It took him up the high places that indeed gave + him a startling outlook of life, but he was not comfortable at such + altitude. He rose with something of this strange air about him, and the + Earl understood what the trend of the conversation had been. For Annie had + talked much to him on such subjects, and he had been sensibly moved and + impressed by the wisdom which the little maid had learned from her + venerable teacher. He lifted her head in passing, and kissed her brow with + that reverent affection we feel for those who bring out what is noblest + and best in our character, and who lead us higher than our daily walk. + </p> + <p> + “My dear George,” he said, “I am delighted to see you. I + was afraid you would stay in the city this dreadful weather. Is there any + news?” + </p> + <p> + “A great deal, sir. I have brought you English and French papers.” + </p> + <p> + “I will read them at my leisure. Give me the English news first. + What is it in substance?” + </p> + <p> + “The conquest of Mysore and Madras. Seringapatam has fallen; and + Tippoo has ceded to England one half his dominions and three millions of + pounds. The French have not now a foothold left in India, and ‘Citizen + Tippoo’ can no longer help the agents of the French Republic. Faith, + sir! Cornwallis has given England in the east, a compensation for what she + lost in the west.” + </p> + <p> + “To make nations of free men, is the destiny of our race,” + replied the Earl. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps so; for it seems the new colony planted at Sydney Cove, + Australia, is doing wonderfully; and that would mean an English empire in + the south.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet, I have just read a proclamation of the French Assembly, + calling on the people of France ‘TO ANNIHILATE AT ONCE, the white, + clay-footed colossus of English power and diplomacy.’ Anything else?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Fox and Mr. Burke are quarrelling as usual, and Mr. Pitt is + making the excesses of France the excuse for keeping back reform in + England. It is the old story. I did not care to read it. The French papers + tell their side of it. They call Burke a madman, and Pitt a monster, and + the Moniteur accuses them of having misrepresented the great French + nation, and says, ‘they will soon be laid prostrate before the + statue of Liberty, from which they shall only rise to mount the scaffold, + etc., etc.’” + </p> + <p> + “What bombastic nonsense!” + </p> + <p> + “Minister Morris is in the midst of horrors unmentionable. The other + foreign ministers have left France, and the French government is deserted + by all the world; yet Mr. Morris remains at his post, though he was lately + arrested in the street, and his house searched by armed men.” + </p> + <p> + “But this is an insult to the American nation! Why does he endure + it? He ought to return home.” + </p> + <p> + “Because he will not abandon his duty in the hour of peril and + difficulty. Neither has the President given him permission to do so. How + could he desert American citizens unlawfully imprisoned, American vessels + unlawfully seized by French privateers, and American captains detained in + French ports on all kinds of pretences. I think Minister Morris is + precisely where he should be, saving the lives of American citizens; many + of whom are trembling to-day in the shadow of the guillotine.” + </p> + <p> + “It is to be hoped that Jefferson is now convinced of the execrable + nature of these brutal revolutionists.” + </p> + <p> + “I can assure you, sir, he is not. He still excuses all their + abominations and says Minister Morris is a high-flying monarchy man, and + not to be taken without great allowance. I hear that Madame Kippon’s + daughter, whom Mr. Morris rescued at the last hour, has arrived in New + York; and yesterday I met Mr. Van Ariens, who is exceedingly anxious + concerning his daughter, the Marquise de Tounnerre.” “Is she + in danger? I thought her husband was a leader in the new National + Assembly.” + </p> + <p> + “He is among the Girondists. They are giving themselves airs and + making fine speeches at present—but—” + </p> + <p> + “But what?” + </p> + <p> + “Their day will be short.” + </p> + <p> + “What of the king?” + </p> + <p> + “The royal family are all prisoners in the Temple Tower. I do not + dare to read the particulars; but not a single protest against their + barbarity is made. Frenchmen who silently saw the Abbaye, the Force, and + the Carmes turned into human shambles three months ago, now hold their + peace while murders no less horrible are being slowly done in the Temple.” + </p> + <p> + “They are inconceivable monsters. Poor little Arenta! What will she + do?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not very uneasy for her; she has wit enough to save her life + if put to such extremes; her father is much to be pitied; and it is + incredible, though true, that the great majority of our people are still + singing the MARSEILLAISE, though every letter of it is washed in blood and + tears.” + </p> + <p> + “I am troubled about that pretty little Marquise.” + </p> + <p> + “She is clever and full of resource. I have had only one letter from + her since her marriage, and it was written to the word ‘glories!’ + She seemed to be living in a blaze of triumph and very happy. But change + is the order of the day in France.” + </p> + <p> + “Say of the hour, and you are nearer the truth.” + </p> + <p> + “If Arenta is in trouble she will cry out, and call for help on + every hand. I never knew her to make a mistake where her own interests + were concerned. I told her father yesterday that it would be very + difficult to corner Arenta, and comforted him beyond my hope.” + </p> + <p> + During this conversation Annie was in a reverie which it in no way + touched. She had the faculty of shutting her ears to sounds she did not + wish to take into her consciousness, and the French Revolution did not + exist for her. She was thinking all the time of her Cousin George, and of + the singular abruptness with which his love life had been cut short; and + it was this train of thought which led her—when the murmur of voices + ceased for a moment—to say impulsively: + </p> + <p> + “Uncle, it is my desire to go to Philadelphia,” The Earl + looked at her with incredulity. “What nonsense, Annie!” he + exclaimed. “The thing is impossible.” + </p> + <p> + “Why impossible?” + </p> + <p> + “For you, I mean. You would be very ill before the journey was + half-finished. The roads, as George will tell you, are nearly impassable; + and the weather after this fog may be intensely cold. For you a journey to + Philadelphia would be an arduous undertaking, and one without any + reasonable motive.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, indeed! Do you call George Washington an unreasonable motive? I + wish to see him. Imagine me within one hundred miles of this supreme hero, + and turning back to England without kissing his hand. I should be laughed + at—I should deserve to be laughed at.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if the journey were an easier one.” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure, the roads and the cold will be trials; but then my + uncle, you can give them to me, as God gives trials to His Beloved. He + breaks them up into small portions, and puts a night’s sleep between + the portions. Can you not also do this?” + </p> + <p> + “You little Methodist!” answered the Earl, with a tender gleam + in his eyes. “I see that I shall have to give you your own way. Will + you go with us, George?” + </p> + <p> + “It will be a relief. New York is in the dumps. Little Burr having + beaten the Schuyler faction, thinks himself omnipotent; and this quarrel + between Mr. Jay and Governor Clinton keeps every one else on the edge of + ill-humour. All the dancing part of the town are gone to Philadelphia; I + have scarcely a partner left; and there is no conversation now in New York + that is not political. Burr, Schuyler, Jay, Clinton! even the clergy have + gone horse and foot into these disputes.” + </p> + <p> + “Burr has a kind of cleverness; one must admit that.” + </p> + <p> + “He is under the curse of knowing everything.” + </p> + <p> + “Nevertheless his opinions will not alter the axis of the earth. It + is however a dangerous thing to live in a community where politics are the + staple of talk, quarrels spring full armed from a word in such an + atmosphere.” + </p> + <p> + “I have accommodated my politics, sir, to my own satisfaction; and I + make shift to answer people according to their idols. I vow, I am so weary + of the words ‘honour and honesty’ that they beat a tattoo on + my brain.” + </p> + <p> + “When you are as old as I am, George, you will understand that these + words are the coin, with which men buy office. The corruption of courtiers + is a general article of faith, but the impudence of patriots going to + market with their honesty, beats courtly corruption to nothing. However, + let us go to Philadelphia and see the play. That is what Annie desires.” + </p> + <p> + “I desire to see Washington. I wish to see the greatest of + Americans.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me tell you, Annie,” said the Earl, “that there + never was a man in America less American in character and habits, than + Washington.” + </p> + <p> + “For all that,” interrupted George, “there will never + come a man after him, that will be able to rob Washington of the first + place in the hearts of the American nation.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor at this day can we judge him as he deserves,” added the + Earl; “for he is cramped and hustled by the crowd of nobodies around + him.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall look at him, and I shall know him,” said Annie. + “George tells me that he is good and handsome to look at.” + </p> + <p> + “On horseback,” continued the Earl, “there is none like + him; he is the ideally perfect cavalier—graceful, dignified, + commanding. Indeed so superb a man comes not twice in a generation. At + Monmouth, where I commanded a division, I remember him flying along the + lines, cheering the men and restoring by his tremendous enthusiasm the + fortunes of the fight to our standard. The grandest of men! You are right, + Annie, it would be a stupidity to go back to England without seeing him.” + </p> + <p> + This was the initial conversation which after some opposition, and a + little temper from madame the Countess, resulted in the Hyde family + visiting Philadelphia. It was a great trial to the Countess to leave her + own well ordered, comfortable home for apartments in an hotel; and she was + never done asserting it to be a great imprudence, as far as Annie was + concerned. But the girl was immovable, and as she was supported by her + uncle and cousin, the Countess was compelled to acquiesce. But really she + was so ready to find her pleasure in the pleasure of those she loved, that + this acquiescence was not an unmitigated trial. She suspected the motive + for her son’s eager desire for Philadelphia, and as she had + abandoned without much regret the hope of his marriage with Annie Hyde, + she was far from being disinclined to Cornelia. She had accustomed herself + to the idea of Cornelia as mistress of the beautiful home she had made. + She was an American, and madame loved her country and wished her + daughter-in-law to be of American lineage. She was aware that some trouble + had come between the lovers, and she trusted that this visit might be the + ground of a reconciliation. Without question, or plan, or even strong + desire, she felt the wisdom of making opportunities, and then leaving the + improvement of them to circumstances. + </p> + <p> + So about the beginning of February the Hydes were settled in Philadelphia + more comfortably than could have been expected. A handsome house, + handsomely furnished, had been found; and madame had brought with her the + servants necessary to care for it, and for the family’s comfort. And + she was glad, when the weariness of the journey was over, to see how + naturally and pleasantly her husband and son took their places in the gay + world around them. She watched the latter constantly, being sure she would + be able to read on his face, and by his manner and temper, whether affairs + relating to Cornelia were favourable. + </p> + <p> + In a week she had come to the conclusion that he was disappointed; which + indeed was very much the case. He could hear nothing of Cornelia. He had + never once got a glimpse of her lovely countenance, and no scrutiny had + revealed to him the place of her abode. Every house inhabited by a person + of the name of Willing, had been the object of his observation; but no + form that by any possibility could be mistaken for hers, had passed in or + out of their doors. He became ashamed of haunting particular streets, and + fancied the ladies of certain houses watched him; and that the maids and + menservants chattered and speculated about his motives. + </p> + <p> + Every day when he went out Annie gave him an assuring smile, every day + when he returned, she opened her eyes on him with the question in them she + did not care to formulate; and every day she received in an answer an + almost imperceptible negative shake of the head, that slight as it was, + said despairingly, “I have not seen her.” + </p> + <p> + A month passed in this unfruitful searching misery, and Hyde was almost + hopeless. The journey appeared to be altogether a failure; and he said to + Annie, “I am to be blamed for my selfishness in permitting you to + come here. I see that you have tired yourself to death for nothing at all.” + </p> + <p> + She gave her head a resolute little shake and answered, “Wait and + see. Something is coming. You have no patience.” + </p> + <p> + “I assure you, Annie, I ought to have. I have been buying it every + day since we came to this detestable place.” + </p> + <p> + “The place is not to blame. Do you know that I am going to Mrs. + Washington’s reception to-morrow evening? I shall see the President. + He may even speak to me; for my uncle says he appears there, only as a + private gentleman. Cousin, you are to be my cavalier if it please you; and + my uncle and aunt will attend us.” + </p> + <p> + “I am devotedly at your service, Annie; and I will at least point + out to you some of the dazzling beauties of our court—the splendid + Mrs. Bingham, the Miss Allens, and Miss Chews, and the brilliant Sally + McKean.” + </p> + <p> + “And the lovely Cornelia Moran?” + </p> + <p> + “She will not be there.” + </p> + <p> + “My aunt says I must wear a white gown, and I shah do you all the + justice it is in my power to do.” + </p> + <p> + “I am always proud of you, Annie. There is no one like you.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not say that, George!” The few words were almost a cry; + and she closed her eyes, and clasped her small hands tightly. + </p> + <p> + “What have I said, Annie?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing—nothing—only do not flatter me.” + </p> + <p> + “It is the very truth.” + </p> + <p> + “Let it pass?—it is nothing.” She was silent afterwards, + like a person in pain; all her childlike gaiety gone; and Hyde having a + full share of a man’s stupidity about matters of pure feeling, did + not for one moment suspect why his praise should give her pain. He thought + her objection must come from some religious scruple. + </p> + <p> + The next evening however he had every reason to feel proud of his cousin. + She was really an exquisite little creature; angels would have given her + all she wished, she was so charming. The touch of phantasy and flame in + her nature illumined her face, and no one could look at her without + feeling that a fervent and transparent soul gazed from eyes, so lambent + with soft spiritual fire. This impression was enhanced by her childlike + gown of white crape over soft white silk; it suggested her sweet fretless + life, and also something unknown and unseen in her very simplicity. + </p> + <p> + Hyde, who was dressed in the very finest mode, was proud to take her on + his arm; and the Earl watched them with a fond and faithful hope that all + would soon fall out as he desired it. He could not indeed imagine a man + remaining unimpressed by a beauty so captivating to the highest senses. + “It will be as we wish,” he said to his Countess as they + watched them entering the waiting coach; and she answered with that smile + of admission, which has always its reserved opinion. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Washington’s parlours were crowded when they entered them, but + the splendid throng gave the highest expression of their approval + possible, by that involuntary silence which indicates a pleased + astonishment. The Earl at once presented his niece to Mrs. Washington, and + afterwards to the President, who as a guest of Mrs. Washington was walking + about the rooms talking to the ladies present. Resplendent in purple and + white satin and the finest of laces, the august man captivated Lady Annie + at the first glance. She curtsied with inimitable grace, and would have + kissed the hand he held out to her, had he permitted the homage. For a few + minutes he remained in conversation with the party, then he went forward, + and Hyde turning with his beautiful charge, met Cornelia face to face. + </p> + <p> + They looked at each other as two disembodied souls might meet and look + after death—reproaching, questioning, entreating, longing. Hyde + flushed and paled, and could not for his very life make the slightest + effort at recognition or speech. Not a word would come. He knew not what + word to say. Cornelia who had seen his entry was more prepared. She gave + him one long look of tender reproach as she passed, but she made no + movement of recognition. If she had said one syllable—if she had + paused one moment—if she had shown in any way the least desire for a + renewal of their acquaintance, Hyde was sure his heart would have + instantly responded. As it was, they had met and parted in a moment, and + every circumstance had been against him. For it was the most natural thing + in life, that he should, after his cousin’s interview with + Washington, stoop to her words with delight and interest; and it was + equally natural for Cornelia to put the construction on his attentions + which every one else did. Then being angry at her apparent indifference, + he made these attentions still more prominent; and Cornelia heard on every + hand the confirmation of her own suspicions: “They are to be married + at Easter. What a delightful little creature!” + </p> + <p> + “They have loved each other all their lives.” + </p> + <p> + “The Earl is delighted with the marriage.” + </p> + <p> + “He is the most devoted of lovers.” + </p> + <p> + And there was not a word of dissent from this opinion until pretty Sally + McKean said, “A fig for your prophecies! George Hyde has loved and + galloped away a score of times. I would not pay any more attention to his + proposals and promises, than I would pay to the wind that blows where it + listeth; here to-day, and somewhere else to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + To all these speculations Cornelia forced herself to listen with a calm + unalterable; and Hyde and Annie watched her from a distance. “So + that is the marvellous beauty!” said Annie. + </p> + <p> + “Is she not marvellously beautiful?” asked Hyde. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I will say that much. But why did she look at you with so much + of reproach? What have you done to her?” + </p> + <p> + “That is it. What have I done? Or left undone?” + </p> + <p> + “Who is the gentleman with her?” + </p> + <p> + “I know not. She has many relatives here; wealthy Quakers, and some + of them doubtless of the new order, who do not disdain the frivolity of + fine clothing.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, I assure you the Quakers were ever nice in their taste for + silks and velvets and laces. The man is handsome enough even to be her + escort. And to judge by appearances he is her devoted servant. Will you + regard them, cousin?” + </p> + <p> + “I do. Alas, I see nothing else! She is more lovely then ever.” + </p> + <p> + “She is wonderfully dressed. That gown of pale blue and silver would + make any woman look like an angel?-but indeed she is lovely beyond + comparison. There are none like her in this room. It will be a thousand + pities if you lose her.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be inconsolable.” + </p> + <p> + “You may have another opportunity even tonight. I see that my aunt + is approaching with a young lady, if you do not wish to make a new + acquaintance, go and try to meet Cornelia again.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Annie. You can tell me what I have missed afterwards.” + </p> + <p> + He wandered through the parlours speaking to one and another but ever on + the watch for Cornelia. He saw her no more that night. She had withdrawn + as soon as possible after meeting Hyde, and he was so miserably + disappointed, so angry at the unpropitious circumstances which had + dominated their casual meeting, that he hardly spoke to anyone as they + returned home; and was indeed so little interested in other affairs that + he forgot until the next day to ask Annie whose acquaintance he had rather + palpably refused. + </p> + <p> + “You cannot guess who it was,” said Annie in answer to his + query; “so I will make a favour of telling you. Do you remember the + Rev. Mr. Darner, rector of Downhill Market?” + </p> + <p> + “Very well. He preached very tiresome sermons.” + </p> + <p> + “The young lady was his daughter Mary.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis a miracle! What is Mary Darner doing in America?” + </p> + <p> + “She is on a visit to her cousin, who is married to the Governor of + Massachusetts. He is here on some state matter, and as Miss Damer also + wished to see Washington, he brought her with him.” + </p> + <p> + “Mary Damer! We went nutting together one autumn. She came often to + Hyde Court when I was a lad.” + </p> + <p> + “And she promises to come often to see me when I return to England. + I wonder what we have been brought together for. There must be a reason + for a meeting so unlikely—Can it be Cornelia?” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis the most improbable of suppositions. I do not suppose + she ever saw Cornelia.” + </p> + <p> + “She had not even heard of her—and yet my mind will connect + them.” + </p> + <p> + “You have no reason to do so; and it is beyond all likelihood. I am + sorry I went away from Mary.” + </p> + <p> + “She took no notice of your desertion.” + </p> + <p> + “That is, as maybe. I was a mere lad when I saw her last. Is she + passable?” + </p> + <p> + “She is extremely handsome. My aunt heard that she is to marry a + Boston gentleman of good promise and estate. I dare say it is true.” + </p> + <p> + It was so true that even while they were speaking of the matter Mary was + writing these words to her betrothed: “Yesterday I met the Hydes. + You know my father has the living of Downhill Market from them, and I had + a constraint on me to be agreeable. The young Lord got out of my way. Did + he imagine I had designs on him? I look for a better man. What fate + brought us together in Philadelphia, I know not. I may see a great deal of + them in the coming summer, and then I may find out. At present I will + dismiss the Hydes. I have met pleasanter company.” + </p> + <p> + Annie dismissed the subject with the same sort of impatience. It seemed to + no one a matter of any importance, and even Annie that day had none of the + penetrative insight which belongs to + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “that finer atmosphere, + Where footfalls of appointed things, + Reverberant of days to be, + Are heard in forecast echoings, + Like wave beats from a viewless sea.” + </pre> + <p> + As for Hyde, he was shaken, confused, lifted off his feet, as it were; but + after another day had passed, he had come to one steady resolution—HE + WOULD SPEAL TO CORNELIA WHEN NEXT HE MET HER, NO MATTER WHERE IT WAS, OR + WHO WAS WITH HER. And that passionate stress of spirit which induced this + resolve, led him also to go out and seek for this opportunity. + </p> + <p> + For nearly a week he kept this conscious, constant watch. Its insisting + sorrowful longing was like a cry from Love’s watch towers, but it + did not reach the beloved one; or else she did not answer it. One bright + morning he resolved to walk through the great dry goods stores—Whiteside’s, + Guest’s, and the famous Mrs. Holland’s, where the beauties of + the “gay Quakers” bought their choicest fabrics in foreign + chintzes, lawns, and Indian muslins. All along Front, Arch, and Walnut + Streets, the pavements were lumbered with boxes and bales of fine imported + goods, and he was getting impatient of the bustle and pushing, when he saw + Anthony Clymer approaching him. The young man was driving a new and very + spirited team, and as he with some difficulty held them, he called to Hyde + to come and drive with him. Hyde was just in the weary mood that welcomed + change, and he leaped to his friend’s side, and felt a sudden + exhilaration in the rapid motion of the buoyant, active animals. After an + hour’s driving they came to a famous hostelry, and Clymer said, + “Let us give ourselves lunch, and the horses bait and a rest, then + we will make them show their mettle home again.” + </p> + <p> + The proposal met with a hearty response, and the young men had a luxurious + meal and more good wine than they ought to have taken. But Hyde had at + last found some one who could talk of Cornelia; rave of her face and + figure, and vow she was the topmost beauty in Philadelphia. He listened, + and finally asked where she dwelt, and learned that she was staying with + Mr. Theodore Willing, a wealthy gentleman of the strictest Quaker + principles, but whose son was one of the “feeble men or wet Quakers” + who wore powder and ruffles and dressed like a person of fashion. + </p> + <p> + “He dangles around the bewitching Miss Moran, and gives no other man + a chance,” said Clymer spitefully. “It is the talk from east + to west, and tis said, he is so enamoured of the beauty, that he will have + her, if he buy her.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you talk in your sleep? Or do you tell your dreams for truth?” + asked Hyde angrily. “‘Tis not to be believed that a girl so + lovely can be bought by mere pounds sterling. A woman’s heart lies + not so near her hand—God’s mercy for it! or any fool might + seize it.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you raging at? She is not your mistress.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us talk of horses—or politics—or the last play—or + anything but women. They breed quarrels, if you do but name them.” + </p> + <p> + “Content. I will tell you a good story about Tom Herring,” + </p> + <p> + The story was evidently a good one, for Hyde laughed at the recital with a + noisy merriment very unusual to him. The champ and gallop of the horses, + and Clymer’s vociferous enjoyment of his own wit, blended with it; + and for a moment or two Hyde was under a physical exhilaration as + intoxicating as the foam of the champagne they had been drinking. In the + height of this meretricious gaiety, a carriage, driving at a rather rapid + rate turned into the road; and Cornelia suddenly raised her eyes to the + festive young men, and then dropped them with an abrupt, even angry + expression. + </p> + <p> + Hyde became silent and speechless, and Clymer was quickly infected by the + very force and potency of his companion’s agitation and distressed + surprise. He heard him mutter, “Oh this is intolerable!” and + then, it was, as if a cold sense of dislike had sprung up between them.—Both + were glad to escape the other’s company, and Hyde fled to the + privacy of his own room, that he might hide there the almost unbearable + chagrin and misery this unfortunate meeting had caused him. + </p> + <p> + “Where shall I run to avoid myself?” he cried as he paced the + floor in an agony of shame. “She will never respect me again. She + ought not. I am the most wretched of lovers. Such a tom-fool to betray me + as Anthony Clymer! A man like a piece of glass, that I have seen through a + dozen times!” Then he threw himself into a chair and covered his + face with his hands, and wept tears full of anger and shameful distress. + </p> + <p> + For some days sorrow, and confusion, and distraction bound his senses; he + refused all company, would neither eat, nor sleep, nor talk, and he looked + as white and wan as a spectre. A stupid weight, a dismal sullen stillness + succeeded the storm of shame and grief; and he felt himself to be the most + forlorn of human beings. If it had been only possible to undo things done! + he would have bought the privilege with years. At length, however, the + first misery of that wretched meeting passed away, and then he resolved to + forget. + </p> + <p> + “It is all past!” he said despairingly. “She is lost to + me forever! Her memory breaks my heart! I will not remember any longer! I + will forfeit all to forgetfulness. Alas, alas, Cornelia! Though you would + not believe me, it was the perfectest love that I gave you!” + </p> + <p> + Cornelia’s sorrow, though quite as profound, was different in + character. Her sex and various other considerations taught her more + restraint; but she also felt the situation to be altogether unendurable, + and after a few moments of bitterly eloquent silence, she said— + </p> + <p> + “Mother, let us go home. I can bear this place no longer. Let us go + home to-morrow. Twice this past week I have been made to suffer more than + you can imagine. The man is apparently worthless—but I love him.” + </p> + <p> + “You say ‘apparently’ Cornelia?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, how can I tell? There may be excuses—compulsions—I + do not know what. I am only sure of one thing, that I love and suffer.” + </p> + <p> + For despite all reason, despite even the evidence of her own eyes, + Cornelia kept a reserve. And in that pitiful last meeting, there had been + a flash from Hyde’s eyes, that said to her—she knew not what + of unconquerable love and wrong and sorrow—a flash swifter than + lightning and equally potential. It had stirred into tumult and revolt all + the platitudes with which she had tried to quiet her restless heart; made + her doubtful, pitiful and uncertain of all things, even while her lover’s + reckless gaiety seemed to confirm her worst suspicions. And she felt + unable to face constantly this distressing dubious questioning, so that it + was with almost irritable entreaty she said, “Let us go home, + mother.” + </p> + <p> + “I have desired to do so for two weeks, Cornelia,” answered + Mrs. Moran. “I think our visit has already been too long.” + </p> + <p> + “My Cousin Silas has now begun to make love to me; and his mother + and sisters like it no better than I do. I hate this town with its + rampant, affected fashion and frivolities! It is all a pretence! The + people are naturally saints, and they are absurd and detestable, scheming + to make the most of both worlds—going to meeting and quoting texts—and + then playing that they are men and women of fashion. Mother, let us go + home at once. Lucinda can pack our trunks to-day, and we will leave in the + morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Can we go without an escort?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, we can. Lucinda will wait on us—she too is longing + for New York—and who can drive us more carefully than Cato? And my + dear mother, if Silas wants to escort us, do not permit him. Please be + very positive. I am at the end of my patience. I am like to cry out! I am + so unhappy, mother!” + </p> + <p> + “My dear, we will go home to-morrow. We can make the journey in + short stages. Do not break down now, Cornelia. It is only a little longer.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not break down—if we go home.” And as the + struggle to resist sorrow proves the capacity to resist it, Cornelia kept + her promise. As they reached New York her cheerfulness increased, and when + they turned into Maiden Lane, she clapped her hands for very joy. And oh, + how delightful was the pleasant sunny street, the familiar houses, the + brisk wind blowing, the alert cheerful looking men and women that greeted + each other in passing with lively words, and bright smiles! O how + delightful the fresh brown garden, in which the crocuses were just + beginning to peep, the bright looking home, the dear father running with + glad surprise to greet them, the handsome, pleasant rooms, the refreshing + tea, the thousand small nameless joys that belong to the little darling + word “HOME.” + </p> + <p> + She ran upstairs to her own dear room, laid her head on her pillow, sat + down in her favourite chair, opened her desk, let in all the sunshine she + could, and then fell with holy gratitude on her knees and thanked God for + her sweet home, and for the full cup of mercies He had given her to drink + in it. + </p> + <p> + When she went downstairs the mail had just come in, and the Doctor sat + before a desk covered with newspapers and letters. “Cornelia,” + he cried in a voice full of interest, “here is a letter for you—a + long letter. It is from Paris.” + </p> + <p> + “It is from Arenta!” she exclaimed, as she examined the large + sheets closed with a great splash of red wax, bearing the de Tounnerre + crest. It had indeed come from Paris, the city of dreadful slaughter, yet + Cornelia opened it with a smiling excitement, as she said again:— + </p> + <p> + “It is from Arenta!” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI — WE HAVE DONE WITH TEARS AND TREASONS + </h2> + <p> + “Here is a letter from Arenta!” repeated the Doctor to his + wife, who was just entering the room, “Come, Ava, and listen to what + she has to say. I have no doubt it will be interesting.” Then + Cornelia read aloud the following words: + </p> + <h3> + MY DEAR FRIEND CORNELIA: + </h3> + <p> + If to-day I could walk down Maiden Lane, if to-day I could see you and + talk to you, I should imagine myself in heaven. For as to this city, I + think that in hell the name of “Paris” must have spread itself + far and wide. Indeed I often wonder if I am yet on the earth, or if I have + gone away in my sleep to the country of the devil and his angels. Even as + I am writing to you, my pen is shaking with terror, for I hear the tumbrel + come jolting along, and I know that it is loaded with innocent men and + women who are going to the guillotine; and I know also that it is + accompanied by a mob of dreadful creatures—mostly women—for I + hear them singing—no, screaming—in a kind of rage, + </p> + <p> + “Ca ira les aristocrates a la lanterne!” + </p> + <p> + Do you remember our learning in those happy days at Bethlehem of the + slaughter of Christians by Nero? Very well; right here in the Paris of + Marat and Robespierre, you may hear constantly the same brutal cry that + filled the Rome of the Caesars—“DEATH TO THE CHRISTIANS!” + Famine, anarchy, murder, are everywhere; and I live from moment to moment, + trembling if a step comes near me. For Athanase is imprudence itself. His + opinions will be the death of him. He will not desert the Girondists, + though Mr. Morris tells him their doom is certain. Marat is against them, + and the Jacobins—who are deliriously wicked—are against them, + and the mob of the Faubourgs is against them; and this mob is always of + one mind, always on the spot, and always hungry and ready for anarchy and + blood. Besides which, they are already accused of having sold themselves + to Mr. Pitt. Very often I have heard my dear father talking of universal + suffrage as the bulwark of liberty; well then, we have now, and here, an + universal suffrage that is neither a fraud nor a fiction; and as Athanase + says, “it is expressing itself every minute, in the crimes of the + Holy Guillotine.” + </p> + <p> + And yet Paris makes a pretence of being gay and of enjoying itself. We go + to the theatre and the opera, and we dance, as it were, red, wet-shod to + the hideous strains of the Carmagnole. It is indeed a dance of death. The + other night we were at a reception given by Madame Talma to the victorious + General Dumouriez. All the Brissot party were there. Your father will + remember Brissot de Warville very well. He was greatly petted by Mrs. Jay + and the aristocracy of New York and Philadelphia. Jefferson made a friend + of him, and even Washington talked with him about his book on our country. + Then he passed himself off as a noble, but he is really the son of an + innkeeper. I had so often heard of him, that I regarded with interest his + pale face and grave, melancholy manner. He was accompanied by Camille + Desmoulins, and by Danton; the latter a man almost terrible in his + ugliness. David, the painter of Socrates, was there; he had his hair + frizzed, and was dressed splendidly; and with him was Chenier, more tragic + looking than any of his plays. The salons were filled with flowers and + beautiful women; among them the majestic Madame Vestris, and the lovely + Mademoiselle Candeille, who was singing a song when there arose a sudden + indescribable noise, growing louder and louder, and then the cry of MARAT! + MARAT! and the “Friend of the People” entered. Now I shall + spare a few minutes to tell you, that no one has made frightful enough his + large bony face, his thin lips and his livid complexion. He wore an old + carmagnole, a dirty handkerchief twisted about his neck, leather breeches, + shoes without stockings, and a piece of red cotton round his head, from + which there hung a few locks of greasy hair. A nervous twitching keeps him + constantly moving, and he has the leprosy:—this is well known. He + walked straight to Dumouriez, who said disdainfully, “Ah! are you + the man they call Marat?” Marat immediately demanded from him an + account of military measures he had taken. They had some sharp + conversation which I did not hear, and Marat finally went away uttering + the most insulting threats, and leaving every one in a state of mortal + terror. The next day the newsboys were shouting “the discovery of a + great plot by Marat, the Friend of the People! Great meeting of + Aristocrats at Talmas, etc.” + </p> + <p> + This is the kind of pleasure we have; as to religion, there is no longer + any religion. Everywhere the Almighty is spoken of as the “soi-disant + God.” The monarchy is abolished, and yet so ignorant are the leaders + of the people, that when Brissot mentioned the word Republic in Petion’s + house, Robespierre said with a grin, “Republic! Republic! what’s + a republic?” Spying, and fear, and death penetrate into the most + private houses; above all, fear, constant fear of every one with whom you + come in contact. This feeling is so universal, that some one has + conjugated it thus—I am afraid—Thou art afraid—He is + afraid—We are afraid—You are afraid—They are afraid—For + as death has been officially declared “an endless sleep” any + crime is possible; the mob have no fear of hell, and as for the + guillotine, it is their opera and their perpetual comedy. Very soon these + things must bring on France the chastisement of the Lord; and I shall not + be sorry for it. + </p> + <p> + I have told you the truth about our condition, because I have just had a + letter from my father, and he talks of leaving his business in Claus + Bergen’s care, and coming here to look after me. You must convince + him, that he could do me no good whatever, and that he might do me much + harm. He is outspoken as a Zealander, and what is in his head and his + heart, would come to his lips; also, if it should come to flight, he would + embarrass me very much. Tell him not to fear; Arenta says, not to fear. I + may indeed have to take a seat in “the terrible armchair” + [Footnote: The chair in which the accused sat before the Revolutionary + Tribunal and from which they usually went to the guillotine.] but I shall + not go to the guillotine; I know that. While Minister Morris is here I + have a friend that can do all that can be done. I have had a few letters + from Rem, but they do not satisfy me. He is in love, AND NOT WITH YOU. + Will you please inform me what that means? Say to Aunt Angelica that I am + astonished at her silence; and ask our good Domine to pray that I may soon + return to a country where God reigns. Never again do I wish to spend one + minute in a place where there is no God; for whatever they may call that + place, its real name is hell. Write me a long letter and tell me all the + news of New York, and with my respectful remembrance to your dear father + and mother, I am always your loving friend, ARENTA, MARQUISE DE TOUNNERRE. + </p> + <p> + “Poor Arenta!” said the Doctor when Cornelia had finished the + wretched epistle. “She is however showing the mettle of the race + from which she sprang. The spirit of the men who fought Alva is in her, + and I think she will be a match for Marat, if it comes to that. Suppose + you go and see Van Ariens, and give him all the comfort you can. Are you + too weary?” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see him, I am not tired now. Home is such a good + doctor.” + </p> + <p> + “I think you will find him in his house. He comes from his office + very early these days.” + </p> + <p> + Cornelia crossed the street and was going to knock at the door, when Van + Ariens hastily opened it. His broad face shone with pleasure, and when + Cornelia told him her errand, he was in a hurry of loving anxiety to hear + what his child had written. + </p> + <p> + “I understand,” he said, when he had heard the letter. “She + is frightened, the poor little one! but she will smile and say ‘it + is nothing.’ That is her way. However, I yet think I must go to her.” + </p> + <p> + “Do not,” urged Cornelia. “France is now at war with + Holland, and you would be recognized as a Dutchman.” + </p> + <p> + “That is so. My tongue would tell tales on me; and to go—even + to heaven—by the guillotine, is not what a good man would wish. No + indeed!” + </p> + <p> + “And you may see by Arenta’s letter, that she does not fear + the guillotine. Come over to-night and talk to my father and mother, and I + will tell you what I saw in Philadelphia.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then, I will come.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Madame Jacobus back in New York yet?” + </p> + <p> + “She is in London.” + </p> + <p> + “But why in London?” + </p> + <p> + “That, I know not. Two reasons I can suppose, but which is right, or + if either be right, that is beyond my certainty.” + </p> + <p> + “Is her sister-in-law dead?” + </p> + <p> + “She is dead. Her husband was an Englishman; perhaps then it is + about some property in England she has gone. If it is not that, of nothing + else can I think but Captain Jacobus. But my sister Angelica had ever two + ways—nothing at all she would say about her money or her business; + but constantly, to every one, she would talk of her husband. I think then + it is money or property that has taken her to England. For if it had been + Jacobus, to the whole town she would have told it.” Then he took + both Cornelia’s hands in his, and looking at her earnestly said— + </p> + <p> + “Poor Rem! Impossible is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Quite impossible, sir,” she answered. + </p> + <p> + “When he got thy letter refusing his love and offer, he went to + Boston. I think he will not come back to me. I am very sorry,” he + said simply, and he let her hands drop. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry also—for your sake. I hear however that Rem is + doing well in Boston.” + </p> + <p> + “Better than his hopes. Very good fortune has come to him.” + </p> + <p> + “And you, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not doing much at present—but Smith and Warren do less. + In an hour or two to your house I will come. There is plenty to talk + about.” + </p> + <p> + The next day Cornelia walked down Broadway to Madame Jacobus’ house. + It was closed and desolate looking, and she sighed as she compared its old + bright spotless comfort, with its present empty forlornness. The change + typified the change in her heart and love, but ere she could entertain the + thought, her eyes fell upon the trees in the garden, full of the pale + crinkled leaves of spring, and she saw the early flowers breaking through + the dark earth, and the early shrubs bursting into white and golden + blooms. In some way they had a message for her; and she went home with + hope budding in her heart. Soon after Mrs. Moran heard her singing at her + work, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The far east glows, + The morning wind blows fresh and free; + Should not the hour that wakes the rose + Awaken thee? + No longer sleep— + Oh listen now! + I wait and weep, + But where art thou?” + </pre> + <p> + From one to another song she went, simple melodies all of them, delightful + little warblings of love, which except for their gladness and loyalty, had + nothing in them to charm. + </p> + <p> + She was a deserted maiden. Her lover had palpably and with extreme cruelty + deceived her; but she had grieved, and forgiven. And love brings its + reward, even if unrequited. Those who love, and have loved, are the better + for the revelation; for love for love’s sake enriches and blesses + the lover to the very end of life. She did not forget, for love has + everlasting remembrance; and she did not wish to forget, for a great + affection is a great happiness, and the whole soul can find shelter in it. + </p> + <p> + Neither were her days monotonous or unhappy. All the real pleasures of + life lie in narrow compass; and she found herself very often a little + hurried for want of time. She had not, it is true, the resources of the + woman of to-day—no literary, musical, social, or sporting clubs + existed for Cornelia; but she had duties and devices that made every + moment pleasant or profitable. Many hours daily were given to fine + needlework—calm quiet hours full of thought as well as work; she had + her music to practice, new books and papers to read, calls to make, mantua + makers and milliners to interview, dinners and dances and tea-parties to + attend, shopping to look after, delicate bits of darning and mending to + exercise her skill on, creams and pasties and cakes to prepare, visitors + to welcome and entertain, and many other duties which sprang up—as + extras do—unexpectedly, and yet which opened the door for very + pleasant surprises and events. + </p> + <p> + Besides which, there was her father. After her return from school she had + always driven with him to some extent; but his claim on her now was often + a little exacting. He said the fresh spring winds were good for her, and + that she stayed in the house too much, and there was no evading the dictum + that came with both parental and medical authority. Perhaps this demand + upon her time would not have been made if the Hydes had been in New York; + but Doctor Moran by frequent inquiries satisfied himself that they were + yet in Philadelphia; and for his daughter’s satisfaction he + frequently said as they drove up Maiden Lane, “We will take the + Greenwich Road, there is no fear of our meeting any one we do not wish to + see.” She understood the allusion, and was satisfied to escape + meetings that promised her nothing but pain. + </p> + <p> + In the month of May there occurred one of those wet spells which are so + irritating “growing weather” of course, but very tiresome to + those who felt the joy of spring escaping them. Week after week it was too + damp, or the winds were too sharp, or the roads too heavy for quick + driving, and thus the month of all months went out of the calendar with + few red letter days to brighten it. Then June came in royally, and + Cornelia was glad of the sunshine and the breeze and the rapid canter; and + for a week or two she was much out with her father. But he was now ever on + the watch, and she judged from the circumstance that the Hydes were back + in New York. Besides which, he did not any longer give her the assurance + of not meeting any one they did not wish to see. + </p> + <p> + One exquisite day as they went up Maiden Lane the Doctor said—“My + friend General Hewitt sails for England to-day, and we will go and wish + him a good voyage.” So to the pier they went, and the Doctor left + his carriage, and taking Cornelia on his arm walked down to where the + English packet was lying. They were a little too late to go on board, for + the shoremen were taking away the gang-plank, and the sailors preparing to + lift the anchor; but the General stood leaning over the side of the + vessel, and exchanged some last words with his friend. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + [Illustration: “SHE WAVED HIM AN ADIEU”] +</pre> + <p> + While Cornelia listened, she became suddenly conscious of the powerful + magnetism of some human eye, and obeying its irresistible attraction she + saw George Hyde steadily regarding her. He stood by the side of his + father, as handsome as on that May morning when he had first looked love + into her heart. She was enthralled again by his glance, and never for one + moment thought of resisting the appeal it made to her. With a conscious + tenderness she waved him an adieu whose spirit he could not but feel. In + the same moment he lifted his hat and stood bareheaded looking at her with + a pathetic inquiry, which made her inwardly cry out, “Oh, what does + he mean?” The packet was moving—the wind filled the blowing + sails—the hoarse crying of the sailormen blended with the “good-byes” + of the passengers—and the Earl, aware of the sad and silent parting + within his sight—moved away as Cornelia again waved a mute farewell + to her lost lover. Then the Doctor touched her— + </p> + <p> + “Why do you do that?” he asked angrily. + </p> + <p> + “Because I must do it, father; I cannot help it. I desire to do it.” + </p> + <p> + “I am in a hurry; let us go home.” + </p> + <p> + Filling her eyes with the beauty of the splendid looking youth still + standing bareheaded watching her, seeing even such trivial things as his + long cloak thrown backward over his shoulder, his white hand holding his + lifted hat, and the wind-tossed curls of his handsome head, she turned + away with a sigh. The Doctor drove rapidly to Maiden Lane and did not on + the way speak a word; and Cornelia was glad of it. That image of her lover + standing on the moving ship watching her with his heart in his eyes, + filled her whole consciousness. Never would it be possible for her to + forget it, or to put any other image in its place. She thanked her good + angel for giving her such a comforting memory; it seemed as if the sting + had been taken out of her sorrow. Henceforward she was resolved to love + without a doubt. She would believe in Joris, no matter what she had seen, + or what she had heard. There were places in life to which alas! truth + could not come; and this might be one of them. Though all the world blamed + her lover, she would excuse him. Her heart might ache, her eyes might + weep, but in that aching heart and in those weeping eyes, his splendid + image would live in that radiant dimness which makes the unseen face, + often more real than the present one. + </p> + <p> + Doctor Moran divined something of this resolute temper, and it made him + silent. He felt that his daughter had come to a place where she had put + reason firmly aside, and given her whole assent to the assurances of her + intuition. He had no arguments for an antagonism of this kind. What could + he say to a soul that presaged a something, and then believed it? His + instinctive sagacity told him that silence was now the part of wisdom. But + though he took her silently home he was conscious of a great relief. His + watch was over. + </p> + <p> + Now a woman’s intuition is like a leopard’s spring, it seizes + the truth—if it seize it at all—at the first bound; and it was + by this unaccountable mental agility Cornelia had arrived at the + conviction of her lover’s fidelity. At any rate, she felt confident, + that if circumstances had compelled him to be false to her, the wrong had + been sincerely mourned; and she was able to forgive the offence that was + blotted out with tears. She reflected also, that now he was so far away, + it would be possible for her to call upon Madame Van Heemskirk, and also + upon Madame Jacobus as soon as she returned; but if Hyde had remained in + New York, these houses would necessarily be closed to her, for he was a + constant visitor at both. + </p> + <p> + She resolved therefore to call upon Madame Van Heemskirk the following + week. She expected the old lady might treat her a little formally, perhaps + even with some coldness, but she thought it worth while to test her + kindness. Joris had once told her that his grandfather and grandmother + both approved their love, and they must know of his desertion, and also of + the reason for it. Yet there was in her heart such a reluctance to take + any step that had the appearance of seeking her lost lover, that she put + off this visit day after day, finding in the weather or in some household + duty always a fair excuse for doing so, until one morning the Doctor said + at breakfast: + </p> + <p> + “Councillor De Vrees died yesterday, and there is to be a great + funeral. Every Dutchman in town will be there, and many others beside, He + has left an immense fortune.” + </p> + <p> + “Who told you this?” asked Mrs. Moran. + </p> + <p> + “I met Van Heemskirk and his wife going there. Madame De Vrees is + their daughter. Now you will see great changes take place.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean, John?” + </p> + <p> + “Madame De Vrees has long wanted to build a mansion equal to their + wealth, but the Councillor would never leave the house he built at their + marriage. Madame will now build, and her children take their places among + the great ones of the city. De Vrees was an oddity; very few people will + be sorry to lose him. He had no good quality but money, and he was the + most unhappy of men about its future disposal. I never understood until I + knew him, how wretched a thing it is to be merely rich.” + </p> + <p> + This conversation again put off Cornelia’s visit, and she virtually + abandoned the idea. Then one morning Mrs. Moran said, “Cornelia, I + wish you to go to William Irvin’s for some hosiery and Kendal + cottons. It is a new store down the Lane at number ninety, and I hear his + cloths are strangely cheap. Go and examine them for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, mother. I will also look in at Fisher’s;” + and it was at Fisher’s that she saw Madame Van Heemskirk. She was + talking to Mr. Henry Fisher as they advanced from the back of the store, + and Cornelia had time to observe that madame was in deep mourning, and + that she had grown older looking since she had last seen her. As they came + forward madame raised her eyes and saw Cornelia, and then hastily leaving + the merchant, she approached her. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, madame,” said Cornelia, with a cheerful smile. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, miss. Step aside once with me. A few words I have to + say to you;” and as she spoke she drew Cornelia a little apart from + the crowd at the counter, and looking at her sternly, said— + </p> + <p> + “One question only—why then did you treat my grandson so + badly? A shameful thing it is to be a flirt.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not a flirt, madame. And I did not treat your grandson badly. + No, indeed!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, indeed! He told me so himself.” + </p> + <p> + “He told you so?” + </p> + <p> + “He told me so. Surely he did.” + </p> + <p> + “That I treated him badly?” + </p> + <p> + “Pray then what else? You let a young man love you—you let him + tell you so—you tell him ‘yes, I love you’ and then when + he says marry me, you say, ‘no.’ Such ways I call bad, very + bad! Not worthy of my Joris are you, and so then, I am glad you said + ‘no.’” + </p> + <p> + “I do not understand you.” + </p> + <p> + “Neither did you understand my Joris—a great mistake he made—and + he did not understand you; and I do not understand such ways of the girls + of this day. They are shameless, and I am ashamed for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Madame, you are very rude.” + </p> + <p> + “And very false are you.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not false.” + </p> + <p> + “My Joris told me so. Truth itself is Joris. He would not lie. He + would not deceive.” + </p> + <p> + “If your grandson told you I had deceived him, and refused to marry + him,—let it be so. I have no wish to contradict your grandson.” + </p> + <p> + “That you cannot do. I am ashamed—” + </p> + <p> + “Madame, I wish you good morning;” and with these words + Cornelia left the store. Her cheeks were burning; the old lady’s + angry voice was in her ears, she felt the eyes of every one in the store + upon her, and she was indignant and mortified at a meeting so inopportune. + Her heart had also received a new stab; and she had not at the moment any + philosophy to meet it. Joris had evidently told his grandmother exactly + what the old lady affirmed. She had not a doubt of that, but why? Why had + he lied about her? Was there no other way out of his entanglement with + her? She walked home in a hurry, and as soon as possible shut herself in + her room to consider this fresh wrong and injustice. + </p> + <p> + She could arrive at only one conclusion—Annie’s most + unexpected appearance had happened immediately after his proposal to + herself. He was pressed for time, his grandparents would be especially + likely to embarrass him concerning her claims, and of course the quickest + and surest way to prevent questioning on the matter, was to tell them that + she had refused him. That fact would close their mouths in sympathy for + his disappointment, and there would be no further circumstances to clear + up. It was the only explanation of madame’s attitude that was + possible, and she was compelled to accept it, much as it humiliated her. + And then after it had been accepted and sorrowed over, there came back to + her those deeper assurances, those soul assertions, which she could not + either examine or define, but which she felt compelled to receive—He + loves me! I feel it! It is not his fault! I must not think wrong of him. + </p> + <p> + There was still Madame Jacobus to hope for. She was so shrewd and so + kindly, that Cornelia felt certain of her sympathy and wise advice. But + month after month passed away and madame’s house remained empty and + forlorn-looking. Now and then there came short fateful letters from + Arenta, and Van Ariens—utterly miserable—visited them + frequently that he might be comforted with their assurances of his child’s + ability to manage the very worst circumstances in which she could be + placed. + </p> + <p> + And so the long summer days passed and the winter approached again; but + before that time Cornelia had at least attained to the wisest of all the + virtues—that calm, hushed contentment, which is only another name + for happiness—that contentment which accepts the fact that there is + a chain of causes linked to effects by an invincible necessity; and that + whatever is, could not have wisely been but so. And if this was fatalism, + it was at least a brighter thing than the languid pessimism, which would + have led her life among quicksands, to end it in wreck. + </p> + <p> + One day at the close of October she put down her needlework with a little + impatience. “I am tired of sewing, mother,” she said, “and + I will walk down to the Battery and get a breath of the sea. I shall not + stay long.” + </p> + <p> + On her way to the Battery she was thinking of Hyde, and of their frequent + walks together there; and for once she passed the house of Madame Jacobus + without a glance at its long-closed windows. It was growing dark as she + returned, and ere she quite reached it she was aware of a glow of fire + light and candle light from the windows. She quickened her steps, and saw + a servant well known to her standing at the open door directing two men + who were carrying in trunks and packages. She immediately accosted him. + </p> + <p> + “Has madame returned at last, Ameer?” she asked joyfully. + </p> + <p> + “Madame has returned home,” he answered. “She is weary—she + is not alone—she will not receive to-night.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely not. I did not think of such a thing. Tell her only that I + am glad, and will call as soon as she can see me.” + </p> + <p> + The man’s manner—usually so friendly—was shy and + peculiar, and Cornelia felt saddened and disappointed. “And yet why?” + she asked herself. “Madame has but reached home—I did not wish + to intrude upon her—Ameer need not have thought so—however I + am glad she is back again”—and she walked rapidly home to the + thoughts which this unexpected arrival induced. They were hopeful + thoughts, leaning—however she directed them—towards her absent + lover. She felt sure madame would see clearly to the very bottom of what + she could not understand. She went into her mother’s presence full + of renewed expectations, and met her smile with one of unusual brightness. + </p> + <p> + “Madame Jacobus is at home,” said Mrs. Moran, before Cornelia + could speak. “She sent for your father just after you left the + house, and I suppose that he is still there.” + </p> + <p> + “Is she sick?” + </p> + <p> + “I do not know. I fear so, for the visit is a long one.” + </p> + <p> + It continued so much longer that the two ladies took their tea alone, nor + could they talk of any other subject than madame, and her most unexpected + call for Doctor Moran’s services. “It was always the Dutch + Doctor Gansvoort she had before,” said Mrs. Moran; “and she + was ever ready to scoff at all others, as pretenders.—I do wonder + what keeps your father so long?” + </p> + <p> + It was near ten o’clock when Doctor Moran returned, and his face was + sombre and thoughtful—the face of a man who had been listening for + hours to grave matters, and who had not been able to throw off their + physical reflection. + </p> + <p> + “Have you had tea, John?” asked Mrs. Moran. + </p> + <p> + “No. Give me a good strong cup, Ava. I am tired with listening and + feeling.” + </p> + <p> + She poured it out quickly, and after he had taken the refreshing drink, + Cornelia asked— + </p> + <p> + “Is madame very ill?” + </p> + <p> + “She is wonderfully well. It is her husband.” + </p> + <p> + “Captain Jacobus?” + </p> + <p> + “Who else? She has brought him home, and I doubt if she has done + wisely.” + </p> + <p> + “What has happened, John? Surely you will tell us!” + </p> + <p> + “There is nothing to conceal. I have heard the whole story—a + very pitiful story—but yet like enough to end well, Madame told me + that the day after her sister-in-law’s burial, James Lauder, a + Scotchman who had often sailed with Captain Jacobus, came down to + Charleston to see her. He had sought her in New York, and been directed by + her lawyer to Charleston. He declared that having had occasion to go to + Guy’s Hospital in London to visit a sick comrade, he saw there + Captain Jacobus. He would not admit any doubt of his identity, but said + the Captain had forgotten his name, and everything in connection with his + past life; and was hanging about the premises by favour of the physicians, + holding their horses, and doing various little services for them.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh how well I can imagine madame’s hurry and distress,” + said Cornelia. + </p> + <p> + “She hardly knew how to reach London quickly enough. She said + thought would have been too slow for her. But Lauder’s tale proved + to be true. Her first action was to take possession of the demented man, + and surround him with every comfort. He appeared quite indifferent to her + care, and she obtained no shadow of recognition from him. She then brought + to his case all the medical skill money could procure, and in the + consultation which followed, the physicians decided to perform the + operation of trepanning.” + </p> + <p> + “But why? Had he been injured, John?” + </p> + <p> + “Very badly. The hospital books showed that he had been brought + there by two sailors, who said he had been struck in a gale by a falling + mast. The wound healed, but left him mentally a wreck. The physicians + decided that the brain was suffering from pressure, and that trepanning + would relieve, if it did not cure.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why was it not done at first?” + </p> + <p> + “Whose interest was it to inquire? No money was left with the + injured man. The sailors who took him to the hospital gave false names, + and address, and he received only such treatment as a pauper patient was + likely to receive. But he made friends, and was supported about the place. + Imagine now what a trial was before madame! It was a difficult matter to + perform the operation, for the patient could not be made to understand its + necessity; and he was very hard to manage. Then picture to yourselves, the + terrible strain of nursing which followed; though madame says it was soon + brightened and lightened by her husband’s recognition of her. After + that event all weariness was rest, and suffering ease; and as soon as he + was able to travel both were determined to return at once to their own + home. He is yet however a sick man, and may never quite recover a slight + paralysis of the lower limbs.” + </p> + <p> + “Does he remember how he was hurt?” + </p> + <p> + “He declares his men mutinied, because instead of returning to New + York, he had taken on a cargo for the East India Company; and that the + blow was given him either by his first, or second mate. He thinks they + sailed his ship out of the Thames, for her papers were all made out, and + she was ready to drop down the river with the next tide. He vows he will + get well and find his ship and the rascals that stole her; and I should + not wonder if he does. He has will enough for anything. Madame desires to + see you, Cornelia. Can you go there with me in the morning?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be glad to go. Madame is like no one else.” + </p> + <p> + “She is not like herself at present. I think you may be a little + disappointed in her. She has but one thought, one care, one end and aim in + life—her husband.” + </p> + <p> + The Doctor had judged correctly. Cornelia was disappointed from the first + moment. She was taken to the dim uncanny drawing-room by Ameer, and left + among its ill-omened gods, and odd treasure-trove for nearly half an hour + before madame came to her. The rudely graven faces, so marvellously + instinct with life, made her miserable; she fancied a thousand mockeries + and scorns in them; and no thought of Hyde, or Arenta, or of the happy + hours spent in that ill-boding room, could charm away its sinister + influence. + </p> + <p> + When madame at length came to her, she appeared like the very genius of + the place. The experiences of the past year had left traces which no after + experience would be able to obliterate. She looked ten years older. Her + wonderful dark eyes, glowing with a soft tender fire alone remained + untouched by the withering hand of anxious love. They were as vital as + ever they had been, and when Cornelia said so, she answered, “That + is because my soul dwells in them, and my soul is always young. I have had + a year, Cornelia, to crumble the body to dust; but my soul made light of + it for love’s sake. Did your father tell you how much Captain + Jacobus had suffered?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, madame.” + </p> + <p> + But in spite of this assurance, madame went over the whole story in + detail, and Cornelia could not help but remember that Mr. Van Ariens had + said “about her husband she will talk constantly, and to the whole + town.” For however far the conversation diverged for a moment, + madame always brought it sharply back to the one subject that interested + her. Even Arenta’s peculiarly dangerous position could not detain + her thoughts and interest for many minutes. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry for Arenta,” she said; “no greater hell can + there be, than to live in constant fear. But she has the gift of a clever + tongue, and every one has not the like talent; and also if a woman with + the decency of her sex may be a scholar, Arenta has learning enough to + compass the fools who might injure her.” + </p> + <p> + “Marat and Robespierre are both against her husband, and she may + share his fate.” + </p> + <p> + “Marat and Robespierre!” she cried. “Both of the + creatures have a devil. I wish them to go to the guillotine together, and + I would bury them together with their faces downwards. Let them pass out + of your memory. Poor Jacobus was in a worse case than Arenta. Till I be + key-cold dead, I shall never forget my first sight of him in that dreadful + place—” and then she described again her overwhelming emotions + when she perceived he was alike apathetic to his pauper condition, and to + her love and presence. There never came a moment during the whole visit + when it was possible to speak of Hyde. Madame seemed to have quite + forgotten her liking for the handsome youth; it had been swallowed up in + her adoring affection for her restored husband. + </p> + <p> + Cornelia would not force the memory upon her. Some day she might remember; + but for a little while madame had more than enough of fresh material for + her conversation. Every one who had known Captain Jacobus or herself, + called with congratulations for their happy return; and when Cornelia made + a nearly daily visit with her father, madame had these calls to talk over + with her. + </p> + <p> + One morning, however, the long-looked-for topic was introduced. “I + had a visit from Madame Van Heemskirk yesterday afternoon,” she + said; “and the dear old Senator came with her to see Captain + Jacobus. While they talked, madame told me that you had refused that + handsome young fellow, her grandson. What could you mean by such a + stupidity, Miss Moran?” + </p> + <p> + Her voice had just that tone of indifference, mingled with sarcastic + disapproval, that hurt and offended Cornelia. She felt that it was not + worth while to explain herself, for madame had evidently accepted the + offended grandmother’s opinion; and the memory of the young Lord was + lively enough to make her sympathize with his supposed wrong. + </p> + <p> + “I never considered you to be a flirt,” she continued, “and + I am astonished. If, now, it had been Arenta, I could have understood it. + I told Madame Van Heemskirk that I had not the least doubt Doctor Moran + dictated the refusal.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, indeed,” answered Cornelia, with a good deal of spirit + and some anger, “you shall not blame my father. He knew nothing + whatever of Lord Hyde’s offer, until I had been subjected to such + insult and wrong as drove me to the grave’s mouth. Only the mercy of + God, and my father’s skill, brought me back to life.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I think your father to be wonderfully skilful. He has done + Jacobus a great deal of good, and he now gives him hope of a perfect + recovery. Doctor Moran is a fine physician; Jacobus says so.” + </p> + <p> + Cornelia remained silent. If madame did not feel interest sufficient in + her affairs to ask for the particulars of one so nearly fatal to her, she + determined not to force the subject on her. Then Jacobus rang his bell, + and madame flew to his room to see whether his want had received proper + attention. Cornelia sat still a few moments, her heart swelling, her eyes + filling with the sense of that injustice, harder to bear than any other + form of wrong. She was going away, when madame returned to her, and + something in her eyes went to the heart of the older woman. She turned her + back, with a kind but peremptory word, and taking her hand, said— + </p> + <p> + “I have been thoughtless, Cornelia, selfish, I dare say; but I do + not wish to be so. Tell me, my dear, what has happened. Did you quarrel + with George Hyde? And pray what was it about?” + </p> + <p> + “We never had one word of any kind, but words of affection. He wrote + and asked me if he could come and see my father about our marriage, on a + certain night. I answered his letter with all the love that was in my + heart for him, and told him to come and see my father that very night. He + never came. He never sent me the least explanation. He never wrote to me, + or spoke to me again.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, but this is a different story! His grandmother told me that you + refused him.” + </p> + <p> + “That is not the truth. Lady Annie Hyde came most unexpectedly that + very day, and I suppose the easiest way to stop all inquiries about Miss + Moran, was to say ‘she refused me.’” + </p> + <p> + “And after Lady Annie’s arrival, what happened?” + </p> + <p> + “I was absolutely deserted. That is the truth. I may as well admit + it. Perhaps you think it impossible for a young man so good-natured to + behave in a manner so cruel and dishonourable; but I assure you it is the + truth.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear, I have lived to see it almost impossible to think worse of + people than they are; and if you can bear to hear more on this subject, I + will tell it to you myself.” + </p> + <p> + “I can always bear the truth. If I have lost my heart, I have not + lost my head; nor will I surrender to useless grief the happiness which I + can yet make for others, and for myself.” + </p> + <p> + “If what you have told me be so—and I believe it is—then + I say Lord George Hyde is an intolerable scoundrel.” + </p> + <p> + “I would rather not hear him spoken of in that way.” + </p> + <p> + “I ask your pardon, but I must give myself a little Christian + liberty of railing. The man is false clean through. He was evidently + engaged to Lady Annie when he first sought your love, and therefore as + soon as she came here, he deserted you. I will tell you plainly that I saw + him last summer very frequently, and he was always with her—always + listening with ears and heart to what she said—always watching her + with all his soul in his eyes—ever on the lookout to see that not a + breath of wind ruffled her soft wraps, or blew too strongly on her little + white face.” + </p> + <p> + “That was his way, madame. I have seen him devoting himself to you + in the same manner; yes, and to Madame Griffin, and Miss White, and a + score of other ladies—old and young. You know how good-natured he + was. When did you hear him say a wrong word of any one? even of Rem Van + Ariens who was often intolerably rude.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well! I would rather have a man ‘intolerably rude’ + like my nephew Rem, than one like Lord Hyde who speaks well of everybody. + Upon my word, I think that is the worst kind of slander!” + </p> + <p> + “I think not.” + </p> + <p> + “It is; for it takes away the reputation of good men, by making all + men alike. But this, that, or the other, I saw Lord Hyde in devoted + attendance on Lady Annie. Give him up totally. He is in his kingdom when + he has a pretty woman to make a fool of. As for marriage, these young men + who have the world, or the better part of it, they marry where Cupidity, + not Cupid leads them. Give him up entirely.” + </p> + <p> + “I have done so,” answered Cornelia. And then she felt a + sudden anger at herself, so much so, that as she walked home, she kept + assuring her heart with an almost passionate insistence, “I have not + given him up! I will not give him up! I believe in him yet.” + </p> + <p> + Madame’s advice might be wise, but there are counsels of perfection + that cannot be followed; because they are utterly at variance with that + intuitive knowledge, which the soul has of old; and which it will not + surrender; and whose wisdom it is interiorly sure of. And after this + confidence Cornelia did not go so often to madame’s. Something + jarred between them. We know that a single drop taken from a glass of + water changes the water level swift as thought, and the same law is + certain in all human relations. Madame was not quite the same; something + had been taken away; the level of their friendship was changed; and when + Doctor Moran could not but perceive this fact, he said— + </p> + <p> + “Go less frequently to madame’s, Cornelia. You do not enjoy + your visits; dissolve a friendship that begins to be incomplete. It is the + best plan.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII — A HEART THAT WAITS + </h2> + <p> + Late summer on the Norfolk Broads! And where on earth can the lover of + boats find a more charming resort? How alluring are the mysterious + entrances to these Broads! where a boat seems to make an insane dive into + a hopeless cul de sac of a ditch, and then suddenly emerges on a wide + expanse of water, teeming with pike and bream and eels; and fringed with a + border of plashy ground, full of reeds and willows and flowering flags; + and alive with water fowl. + </p> + <p> + Now close to the Manor of Hyde, the country home of Earl Hyde in Norfolk, + there was one of these delightful Broads—flat as a billiard table, + and hidden by the tall reeds which bordered it. But Annie Hyde lying at + the open window of her room in the Manor House could see its silvery + waters, and the black-sailed wherry floating on them, and the young man + sitting at the prow fishing, and idling, among the lilies and languors of + these hot summer days. Her hands were folded, her lips moved, she was + asking of some intelligence among the angels, grace and favour for one who + was dearer to her than her own life or happiness. + </p> + <p> + An aged man sat silently by her, a man of noble beauty, whose soul was in + every part of his body, expressive and impressive—a fiery particle + not always at its window, but when there, infecting and going through + observers, whether they would or not. He was dressed altogether in black, + and had fine small hands, a thin austere face and clean sensitive lips + which seemed to say, “He hath made us kings and priests”—a + man of celestial race, valuing things at their eternal, not at their + temporal worth. + </p> + <p> + There had been silence for some time between them, and he did not appear + disposed to break it; but Annie longed for him to do so, because she had a + mystical appetite for sacred things, and was never so happy and so much at + rest as when he was talking to her of them. For she loved God, and had + been led to the love of God by a kind of thirst for God. + </p> + <p> + “Dear father,” she said finally, “I have been thinking + of the past years, in which you have taught me so much.” + </p> + <p> + “It is better to look forward, Annie,” he answered. “The + traveller to Eternity must not continually turn back to count his steps; + for if God be leading him, no matter how dangerous or lonely the road, + ‘He will pluck thy feet out of the net.’” + </p> + <p> + “Even in the valley of death?” + </p> + <p> + “‘BE NOT AFRAID! NOTHING OF THEE WILL DIE!’ Take these + sweet compassionate words of Jesus, as He wept by the dying bed of Joseph, + His father, into thy heart. Blessed are the homesick, Annie! for they + shall get home.” + </p> + <p> + “All my life I have loved God, and His love has been over me.” + </p> + <p> + “Date not God’s love from thy nativity; look far, far back of + it—to the everlasting love.” + </p> + <p> + “After death, I SHALL KNOW.” + </p> + <p> + “Death!” he repeated, “Death that deceitful word. What + is it? A dream, that wakes us at the end of the night. This is the great + saying that men forget—Death is Life!” + </p> + <p> + “Yet life ceases.” + </p> + <p> + “It does not, Annie. Death, is like the setting of the sun. The sun + never sets; life never ceases. Certain phenomena occur which deceive us, + because human vision is so feeble—we think the sun sets, and it + never ceases shining; we think our friends die, and they never cease + living.” + </p> + <p> + As he spoke these words Mary Damer entered, and she laid her hand on his + shoulder and said, “My dear Doctor Roslyn, after death what then? we + are not all good—what then?” + </p> + <p> + He looked at her wistfully and answered, “I will give you one + thought, Mary, to ponder—the blessedness of heaven, is it not an + eternity older than the misery of hell? Let your soul fearlessly follow + where this fact leads it; for there is no limit to God’s mercy. Do + you think it is His way to worry a wandering sheep eternally? Jesus Christ + thought better of His father. He told us that the Great Shepherd of souls + followed such sheep into the wilderness, and brought them home in His + arms, or on His shoulder, and then called on the angels of heaven to + rejoice because they were found. Find out what that parable means, Mary. + He whose name is ‘Love’ can teach you.” + </p> + <p> + Then he rose and went away, and Mary sat down in his place, and Annie + gradually came back to the material plane of everyday life and duty. + Indeed Mary brought this element in a very decided form with her; for she + had a letter in her hand from an old lover, and she was much excited by + its advent, and eager to discuss the particulars with Annie. + </p> + <p> + “It is from Captain Seabright, who is now in Pondicherry,” she + explained. “He loves me, Annie. He loved me long ago, and went to + India to make money; now he says he has enough and to spare; and he asks + me if I have forgotten.” + </p> + <p> + “There is Mr. Van Ariens to consider. You have promised to marry + him, Mary. It is not hard to find the right way on this road, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course. I would scorn to do a dishonourable or unhandsome thing. + But is it not very strange Willie Seabright should write to me at this + time? How contradictory life is! I had also a letter from Mr. Van Ariens + by the same mail, and I shall answer them both this evening.” Then + she laughed a little, and added, “I must take care and not make the + mistake an American girl made, under much the same circumstances.” + </p> + <p> + “What was it?” inquired Annie languidly. + </p> + <p> + “She misdirected her letters and thus sent ‘No’ to the + man whom of all others, she wished to marry.” + </p> + <p> + As Mary spoke a soft brightness seemed to pervade Annie’s brain + cells, and she could hardly restrain the exclamation of sudden + enlightenment that rose to her lips. She raised herself slightly, and in + so doing, her eyes fell upon the tall figure of Hyde standing clearly out + in the intense, white sunshine of the Broads; and perhaps her soul may + have whispered to his soul, for he turned his face to the house, and + lifted the little red fishing cap from his head. The action stimulated to + the utmost Annie’s intuitive powers. + </p> + <p> + “Mary,” she said, “what a strange incident! Did you know + the girl?” + </p> + <p> + “I saw her once in Philadelphia. Mr. Van Ariens told me about her. + She is the friend of his sister the Marquise de Tounnerre.” + </p> + <p> + “How did Mr. Van Ariens know of such an event?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose the Marquise told him of it.” + </p> + <p> + “I am interested. Is she pretty? Who, and what is her father? Did + she lose her lover through the mistake?” + </p> + <p> + “You are more interested in this American girl, than in me. I think + you might ask a little concerning my love affair with Captain Seabright.” + </p> + <p> + “I always ask you about Mr. Van Ariens. A girl cannot have two + lovers,” + </p> + <p> + “But if one is gone away?” + </p> + <p> + “Then he has gone away; and that is the end of him. He must not + trouble the one who has come to stay, eh, Mary?” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, Annie. But one’s first lover has always a + charm above reason; and Willie Seabright was once very dear to me.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry for that unfortunate American girl.” + </p> + <p> + “So am I. She is a great beauty. Her name is Cornelia Moran; and her + father is a famous physician in New York.” + </p> + <p> + “And this beauty had two lovers?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; an Englishman of noble birth; and an American. They both loved + her, and she loved the Englishman. They must have both asked her hand on + the same day, and she must have answered both letters in the same hour; + and the letter she intended for the man she loved, went to the man she did + not love. Presumably, the man she loved got the refusal she intended for + the other, for he never sought her society again; and Mr. Van Ariens told + me she nearly died in consequence. I know not as to this part of the + story; when I saw her in Philadelphia, she had no more of fragility than + gave delicacy to all her charms.” + </p> + <p> + “And what became of the two lovers, Mary?” + </p> + <p> + “The Englishman went back to England; and the American found another + girl more kind to him.” + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what made Mr. Van Ariens tell you this story?” + </p> + <p> + “He talked much of his sister, and this young lady was her chief + friend and confidante.” + </p> + <p> + “When did it happen?” + </p> + <p> + “A few days after his sister’s marriage.” + </p> + <p> + “Then the Marquise could not know of it; and so she could not have + told her brother. However in the world could he have found out the + mistake? Do you think the girl herself found it out?” + </p> + <p> + “That is inconceivable,” answered Mary. “She would have + written to her lover and explained the affair.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly. It is a very singular incident. I want to think it over—how—did—Mr. + Van Ariens—find—it—out, I wonder!” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps the rejected lover confided in him.” + </p> + <p> + “But why did not the rejected lover send the letter he received—and + which he must have known he had no right to retain—to Miss Moran, or + to the Englishman for whom it was intended? A man who could keep a letter + like that, must have some envious sneaking devil in his body. A bad man, + Mary, a bad man—the air must be unclean in any room he comes into.” + </p> + <p> + “Why Annie! How angry you are. Let us drop the subject. I really do + want to tell you something about Willie Seabright.” + </p> + <p> + “What did Mr. Van Ariens say about the matter? What did he think? + Why did he tell you?” + </p> + <p> + “We were talking of the Marquise. The story came up quite naturally. + I think Mr. Van Ariens felt very sorry for Miss Moran. Of course he did. + Will you listen to Captain Seabright’s letter? I had no idea it + could affect me so much.” + </p> + <p> + “But you loved him once?” + </p> + <p> + “Very dearly.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then, Mary, I think no one has a double in love or friendship. + If the loved one dies, or goes away, his place remains empty forever. We + have lost feelings that he, and he only, could call up.” + </p> + <p> + At this point in the conversation Hyde entered, brown and wind-blown, the + scent of the sedgy water and the flowery woods about him. + </p> + <p> + “Your servant, ladies,” he said gayly, “I have bream + enough for a dozen families, Mary; and I have sent a string to the + rectory.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor little fish!” answered Annie. “They could not cry + out, or plead with you, or beg for their lives, and because they were dumb + and opened not their mouths, they were wounded and strangled to death.” + </p> + <p> + “Don’t say such things, Annie. How can I enjoy my sport if you + do?” + </p> + <p> + “I don’t think you ought to enjoy sport which is murder. You + have your wherry to sail, is not that sport enough? I have heard you say + nothing that floats on fresh water, can beat a Norfolk wherry.” + </p> + <p> + “I vow it is the truth. With her fine lines and strong sails she can + lie closer to the wind than any other craft. She is safe, and fast, and + handy to manage. Three feet of water will do her, though she be sixty tons + burden; and I will sail her where nothing but a row boat can follow me.” + </p> + <p> + “Is not that sport enough?” + </p> + <p> + “I must have something to get. I would have brought you armfuls of + flowers, but you do not like me to cut them.” + </p> + <p> + “I like my flowers alive, George. You must be dull indeed if you + make no difference between the scent of growing flowers, and cut ones. + Tomorrow Mary is going to Ranforth, you must go with her, and you may + bring me some peaches from the Hall, if you please to do so.” + </p> + <p> + Then Hyde and Mary had a game of battledore, and she watched them tossing + the gayly painted corks, until amid their light laughter and merry talk + she fell asleep. And when she awakened it was sunset, and there was no one + in her room but her maid. She had slept long, but in spite of its + refreshment, she had a sense of something uneasy. Then she recalled the + story Mary Damer had told her, and because she comprehended the truth, she + was instantly at rest. The whole secret was clear as daylight to her. She + knew now every turn of an event so full of sorrow. She was positive Rem + Van Ariens was himself the thief of her cousin’s love and happiness, + and the bringer of grief—almost of death—to Cornelia. All the + facts she did not have, but facts are little; intuition is everything. She + said to herself, “I shall not be long here, and before I go away, I + must put right love’s wrong.” + </p> + <p> + She considered then what she ought to do, and gradually the plan that + pleased her best, grew distinctly just, and even-handed in her mind. She + would write to Cornelia. Her word would be indisputable. Then she would + dismiss the subject from her conversations with Mary, until Cornelia’s + answer arrived; nor until that time would she say a word of her suspicions + to Hyde. In pursuance of these resolutions the following letter to + Cornelia left Hyde Manor for New York the next mail: + </p> + <p> + To Miss CORNELIA MORAN: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> +Because you are very dear to one of my dear kindred, and because I feel +that you are worthy of his great love, I also love you. Will you trust +me now? There has been a sad mistake. I believe I can put it right. You +must recollect the day on which George Hyde wrote asking you to fix an +hour when he could call on Doctor Moran about your marriage. Did any +other lover ask you on that day to marry him? Was that other lover Mr. +Van Ariens? Did you write to both about the same time? If so, you +misdirected your letters; and the one intended for Lord Hyde went to +Mr. Van Ariens; and the one intended for Mr. Van Ariens, went to Lord +Hyde. Now you will understand many things. I found out this mistake +through the young lady Mr. Van Ariens is intending to marry. Can you +send to me, for Lord Hyde, a copy of the letter you intended for him. +When I receive it, you may content your heart. I may never see you +again, but I would like you to remember me by this act of loving +kindness; and I wish you all the joy in your love, that I could wish +myself. The shadows will soon flee away, and when your wedding bells +ring, I shall know; and rejoice with you, and with my dear cousin. +Delay not to answer this, why should you delay your happiness? I send +you as love gifts my thoughts, desires, prayers, all that is best in +me, al! that I give to one high in my esteem, and whom I wish to place +high in my affection, This to your hand and heart, with all sincerity, + ANNIE HYDE. +</pre> + <p> + When she had signed her name she was full of content, her face was + transfigured with the joy she foresaw for others, and she thought not of + her own gain, though it was great—even the riches of that divine + self-culture, that comes only through self-sacrifice. She calculated her + letter would reach Cornelia about the end of September, and she thought + how pleasantly the hope it brought, would brighten her life. And without + permitting Hyde to suspect any change in his love affair, she very often + led the conversation to Cornelia, and to the circumstances of her life. + Hyde was always willing to talk on this subject, and thus she learned so + much about Arenta, and Madame Jacobus, and Rem Van Ariens, that the people + became her familiars. Arenta particularly interested her, and she spoke + and thought continually of the gay little Dutch girl among the human + tigers of Paris. And the thought of her ended ever in a silent prayer for + her safety. “I must ask some strong angel to go and help her,” + she said to Hyde, “a city full of blood, must be a city full of evil + spirits, and she will need the wings of angels round her—like a + pavilion—so when she comes into my mind I say ‘angels of + deliverance go to her.’ And I think she must be in a great strait + now, or I should not feel so constrained to pray for her.” + </p> + <p> + “And you believe such prayer avails for deliverance, Annie?” + </p> + <p> + “I am sure it avails. When we invoke earnestly and sincerely the + help of any higher and stronger intelligence than ourselves, the angels + are with us. They come when the heart calls them; for they are appointed + to be ministers unto those who shall inherit eternal life.” And Hyde + listened silently, yet the words fell into his deepest consciousness, and + after many years brought him strength and consolation when he needed it. + Thus it is, that a good woman is a priestess standing by the altar of the + heart, thus it is, that the very noblest education any man ever gets is + what some woman—mother, wife, sister, friend—gives him. + </p> + <p> + Certainly the letter sent to Cornelia sped on its way all the more rapidly + and joyfully for the good wishes and unselfish prayers accompanying it. + The very ship might have known it was the bearer of good tidings; for if + there had been one of the mighty angels whose charge is on the great deep + at the helm of the Good Intent she could not have gone more swiftly and + surely to her haven. One morning, nearly a week in advance of Annie’s + calculation, the wonderful letter was put into Cornelia’s hand. She + was passing through the hall on her way to her room, when Balthazar + brought in the mail, and she took the little white messenger without any + feeling but one of curiosity concerning it. The handwriting was strange, + it was an English letter, what could it mean? + </p> + <p> + Let any one who has loved and been parted from the beloved by some + misunderstanding, try to realize what it meant to Cornelia. She read it + through in an indescribable hurry and emotion, and then in the most + natural and womanly way, began to cry. No one could have loved her the + less for that sincere overflow of emotions she could not separate or + define, and which indeed she never tried to understand. It was only one + wonderful thought she could entertain—IT WAS NOT THE FAULT OF JORIS. + This was the assurance that turned her joyful tears into gladder smiles, + and that made her step light as a bird on the wing, as she ran down the + stairs to find her mother; for her happiness was not perfect till she + shared it with the heart that had borne her sorrow, and carried her grief + through many weary months, with her. + </p> + <p> + Oh, how glad were these two women! They were almost too glad to speak. + Sitting still was impossible to Cornelia, but as she stepped swiftly + to-and-fro across the parlour floor, she stopped frequently at her mother’s + chair and kissed her. She kissed Annie’s letter just as frequently. + It was such a gracious, noble letter. It was such a delight to know that + friendship so unselfish was waiting for her. It was altogether such a + marvellous thing that had come to her, that she could not behave as a + superior woman ought to have done. But then she was not a superior woman, + she was only lovable and loving, and therefore restless and inconsequent. + </p> + <p> + In the first hours of her recovered gladness she did not even remember Rem’s + great fault, nor yet her own carelessness. These things were only + accidentals, not worthy to be taken into account while the great sweet + hope that had come to her, flooded like a springtide every nook and corner + of her heart. In such a mood how easy it was to answer Annie’s + letter. She recollected every word she had written to Hyde that fateful + day, and she wrote them again with a tenfold joy. She told Annie every + particular, and she forgot to say a word of reproach concerning the + dishonourable retention of her letter by Rem. “It is altogether my + own fault,” she confessed. + </p> + <p> + Even when this letter was on its way to Annie she was under such + excitement that her whole body appeared to think and to feel; her + beautiful hair had an unusual freedom, as if some happy wind blew it into + exquisite unrestraint; her eyes shone like stars; her garments fluttered; + her steps were like dancing; and every now and then, a bar or two of love + music warbled in her throat. And oh with what joy the mother watched the + return of happiness to her dear child! With her own milk she had fed her. + In her own bosom she had carried and tended her. Night and day for nearly + twenty years, like a bird, she had feverishly, prayfully, tenderly hovered + over her; so there was great joy in the Doctor’s home and though he + would say little, his heart grew lighter in his wife’s and daughter’s + cheerfulness; for the women in any house make the moral and mental + atmosphere of that house just as decidedly, as the sunshine or rain affect + the natural atmosphere outside of it. + </p> + <p> + Now it is very noticeable that when unusual events begin to happen in any + life, there is a succession of such events, and not unfrequently they + arrive in similar ways. At any rate about ten days after the receipt of + Annie’s letter, Cornelia was almost equally amazed by the receipt of + another letter. It came one day about noon, and a slave of Van Ariens + brought it—a piece of paper twisted carelessly but containing these + few pregnant words: + </p> + <p> + Cornelia, dear, come to me. Bring me something to wear. I have just + arrived, saved by the skin of my teeth, and I have not a decent garment of + any kind to put on. ARENTA. + </p> + <p> + A thunderbolt from a clear sky could hardly have caused such surprise, but + Cornelia did not wait to talk about the wonder. She loaded a maid with + clothing of every description, and ran across the street to her friend. + Arerita saw her coming, and met her with a cry of joy, and as Van Ariens + was sick and trembling with the sight of his daughter, and the tale of her + sufferings, Cornelia persuaded him to go to sleep, and leave Arenta to her + care. Poor Arenta, she was ill with the privations she had suffered, she + was half-starved, and nearly without clothing, but she did not complain + much until she had been fed, and bathed, and “dressed” as she + said “like a New York woman ought to be.” + </p> + <p> + “You know what trunks and trunks full of beautiful things I took + away with me, Cornelia,” she complained; “Well I have not a + rag left. I have nothing left at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Your husband, Arenta?” + </p> + <p> + “He was guillotined.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my dear Arenta!” + </p> + <p> + “Guillotined. I told him to be quiet. I begged him to go over to + Marat, but no! his nobility obliged him to stand by his order and his + king. So for them, he died. Poor Athanase! He expected me to follow him, + but I could not make up my mind to the knife. Oh how terrible it was!” + Then she began to sob bitterly, and Cornelia let her talk of her + sufferings until she fell into a sleep—a sleep easy to see, still + haunted by the furies and terrors through which she had passed. + </p> + <p> + For a week Cornelia remained with her friend, and Madame Jacobus joined + them as often as possible, and gradually the half-distraught woman + recovered something of her natural spirits and resolution. In this week + she talked out all her frightful experiences in the great prison of La + Force, and was completely overwhelmed at their remembrance. But the + trouble which has been removed, soon grows far off; and Arenta quickly + took her place in her home, and resumed her old life. Of course with many + differences. She could not be the same Arenta, she had outlived many of + her illusions. She took but little interest for a while in the life around + her; her thoughts and conversation were still in Paris, and this was + evident from the fact, that during the whole week of Cornelia’s stay + with her, she never once named Cornelia’s love, or life, or + prospects. Rem she did talk about, but chiefly because he was going to + marry an English girl, an intention she angrily deplored. + </p> + <p> + “I am sure,” she said, “Rem might have learned a lesson + from my sad fortune. What does he want to marry a foreigner for? He ought + to have prevented me from doing so, instead of following my foolish + example.” + </p> + <p> + “No one could have prevented you, Arenta. You would not listen even + to your father.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh indeed, it was my fate. We must all submit to fate. Why did you + refuse Rem?” + </p> + <p> + “He was not my fate, Arenta.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then, neither is George Hyde your fate. Aunt Jacobus has told + me some things about him. She says he is to marry his cousin. You ought to + marry Rem.” + </p> + <p> + As she said these words Van Ariens, accompanied by Joris Van Heemskirk + entered the room, and Cornelia was glad to escape. She knew that Arenta + would again relate all her experiences, and she disliked to mingle them + with her renewed dreams of love and her lover. + </p> + <p> + “She will talk and talk,” said Cornelia to her mother, “and + then there will be tea and chocolate and more talk, and I have heard all I + wish to hear about that dreadful city, and the demons who walk in blood.” + </p> + <p> + “Arenta has made a great sensation, Cornelia,” answered Mrs. + Moran. “She has received half the town. Gertrude Kippon stole + quietly home and has hardly been seen, or heard tell of.” + </p> + <p> + “But mother, Arenta has far more genius than Gertrude. She has made + of her misfortunes a great drama, and wherever you go, it is of the + Marquise de Tounnerre people are talking. Senator Van Heemskirk came in + with her father as I left.” + </p> + <p> + “I hope he treated you more civilly than madame did.” + </p> + <p> + “He was delightful. I courtesied to him, and he lifted my hand and + kissed it, and said, ‘I grew lovelier every day,’ and I kissed + his cheek and said, ‘I wished always to be lovely in his sight.’ + Then I came home, because I would not, just yet, speak of George to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Arenta would hardly have given you any opportunity. I wonder at + what hour she will release Joris Van Heemskirk!” + </p> + <p> + “It will be later than it ought to be.” + </p> + <p> + Indeed it was so late that Madame Van Heemskirk had locked up her house + for the night, and was troubled at her husband’s delay—even a + little cross: + </p> + <p> + “An old man like you, Joris,” she said in a tone of vexation—“sitting + till nine o’clock with the last runaway from Paris; a cold you have + already, and all for a girl that threw her senses behind her, to marry a + Frenchman.” + </p> + <p> + “Much she has suffered, Lysbet.” + </p> + <p> + “Much she ought to suffer. And I believe not in Arenta Van Ariens’ + suffering. In some way, by hook or crook, by word or deed, she would out + of any trouble work her way.” + </p> + <p> + “I will sit a little by the fire, Lysbet. Sit down by me. My mind is + full of her story.” + </p> + <p> + “That is it. And sleep you will not, and tomorrow sick you will be; + and anxious and tired I shall be; and who for? The Marquise de Tounnerre! + Well then, Joris, in thy old age it is late for thee to bow down to the + Marquise de Tounnerre!” + </p> + <p> + “To God Almighty only I bow down, Lysbet, and as for titles what + care of them has Jons Van Heemskirk? Think you, when God calls me He will + say ‘Councillor’ or ‘Senator’? No, He will say + ‘Jons Van Heemskirk!’ and I shall answer to that name. But you + know well, Lysbet, this bloody trial of liberty in Paris touches all the + world beside.” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, Joris! A shame it is to be cross with thee, nor am I + cross even with that poor Arenta. A child, a very child she is.” + </p> + <p> + “But bitter fears and suffering she has come through. Her husband + was guillotined last May, and from her home she was taken—no time to + write to a friend—no time to save anything she had, except a string + of pearls, which round her waist for many weeks, she had worn. From prison + to prison she was sent, until at last she was ordered before the + Revolutionary Tribunal. From that tribunal to the guillotine is only a + step, and she would surely have taken it but for—” + </p> + <p> + “Minister Morris?” + </p> + <p> + “No. Twenty miles outside the city, Minister Morris now lives; and + no time was there to send him word of her strait. Hungry and sick upon the + floor of her prison she was sitting, when her name was called, for bead + after bead of her pearl necklace had gone to her jailor, only for a little + black bread and a cup of milk twice a day; and this morning for + twenty-four hours she had been without food or milk.” + </p> + + <p> + “This is what she did, and blame her I will not. When in that + terrible iron armchair before those bloody judges, she says she forgot + then to be afraid. She looked at Fouquier-Tinville the public prosecutor, + and at the fifteen jurymen, and flinched not. She had no dress to help her + beauty, but she declares she never felt more beautiful, and well I can + believe it. They asked her name, and my Lysbet, think of this child’s + answer! ‘I am called Arenta JEFFERSON de Tounnerre,’ she said; + and at the name of ‘Jefferson’ there were exclamations, and + one of the jurymen rose to his feet and asked excitedly, ‘What is it + you mean? Jefferson! The great Jefferson! The great Thomas Jefferson! The + great American who loves France and Liberty?’ ‘It is the same,’ + she answered, and then she sat silent, asking no favour, so wise was she, + and Fouquier-Tinville looked at the President and said—‘among + my friends I count this great American!’ and a juryman added, + ‘when I was very poor and hungry he fed and helped me,’ and he + bowed to Arenta as he spoke. And after that Fouquier-Tinville asked who + would certify to her claim, and she answered boldly, ‘Minister + Morris.’ When questioned further she answered, ‘I adore + Liberty, I believe in France, I married a Frenchman, for Thomas Jefferson + told me I was coming to a great nation and might trust both its government + and its generosity.’ They asked her then if she had been used kindly + in prison, and she told them her jailor had been to her very unkind, and + that he had taken from her the pearl necklace which was her wedding gift, + and if you can believe Arenta, they were all extremely polite to her, and + gave her at once the papers which permitted her to leave France. The next + day a little money she got from Minister Morris, but a very hard passage + she had home. And listen now, her jailor was guillotined before she left, + and she declares it was the necklace—very unfortunate beads they + were, and Madame Jacobus said when she heard of their fate, ‘let + them go! With blood and death they came, it is fit they should go as they + came!’ Arenta thinks as soon as Fouquier-Tinville heard of them, he + doomed the man, for she saw in his eyes that he meant to have them for + himself. Well, then, she is also sure that they will take + Fouquier-Tinville to the guillotine.” + </p> + <p> + “After all, it was a lie she told, Joris.” + </p> + <p> + “That is so, but I think her life was worth a few words. And Thomas + Jefferson says she was ten thousand times welcome to the protection his + name gave her. I thank my God I have never had such temptation. I will say + one thing though, Lysbet, that if coming home some night, a thief should + say to me ‘your money I must have’ and if in my pocket I had + some false money, as well as true money, the false money I would give the + thief and think no shame to do it. Overly righteous we must not be, + Lysbet.” + </p> + <p> + “I am astonished also. I thought Arenta would cry out and that only.” + </p> + <p> + “What a man or a woman will do and suffer, and how they will do and + suffer, no one knows till comes some great occasion. When the water is + ice, who could believe that it would boil, unless they had seen ice become + boiling water? All the human heart wants, is the chance.” + </p> + <p> + “As men and women have in Paris to live, I wonder me, that they can + wish to live at all! Welcome to them must be death.” + </p> + <p> + “So wrong are you, Lysbet. Trouble and hardship make us love life. A + zest they give to it. It is when we have too much money, too much good + food and wine, too much pleasure of all kinds, that we grow melancholy and + sad, and say all is vanity and vexation. You may see that it is always so, + if you look in the Holy Scriptures. It was not from the Jews in exile and + captivity, but from the Jews of Solomon’s glory came the only + dissatisfied, hopeless words in the Bible. Yes, indeed! it is the souls + that have too much, who cry out vanity, vanity, all is vanity! For myself, + I like not the petty prudencies of Solomon. There is better reading in + Isaiah, and in the Psalms, and in the blessed Gospels.” + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow, Joris, I will go and see Arenta. She is fair, and she + knows it; witty, and she knows it; of good courage, and she knows it; the + fashion, and she knows it; and when she speaks, she speaks oracles that + one must believe, even though one does not understand them. To Aurelia Van + Zandt she said, my heart will ache forever for my beloved Athanase, and + Aurelia says, that her old lover Willie Nicholls is at her feet sitting + all the day long—yet for all these things, she is a brave woman and + I will go and see her.” + </p> + <p> + “Willie Nicholls is a good young man, and he is rich also; but of + him I saw nothing at all. Cornelia Moran was there and no flower of + Paradise is so sweet, so fair!” + </p> + <p> + “A very proud girl! I am glad she said ‘no’ to my Joris.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, my Lysbet, we will now pray and sleep. There is so much NOT + to say.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII — THE NEW DAYS COME + </h2> + <p> + One afternoon in the late autumn Annie was sitting watching Hyde playing + with his dog, a big mastiff of noble birth and character. The creature sat + erect with his head leaning against Hyde, and Hyde’s arm was thrown + around his neck as he talked to him of their adventures on the Broad that + day. Annie’s small face, though delicate and fragile looking was + full of peace, and her eyes, soft, deep and heavenly, held thoughts that + linked her with heaven. + </p> + <p> + Outside there was in the air that November feeling which chills like the + passing breath of death, the deserted garden looked sad and closed-in, and + everywhere there was a sense of the languishing end of the year, of the + fading and dropping of all living things. But in the house Annie and Hyde + and the dog sat within the circle of warmth and light made by the blazing + ash logs, and in that circle there was at least an atmosphere of sweet + content. Suddenly George looked up and his eyes caught those of Annie + watching him. “What have you been reading, Annie?” he asked, + as he stooped forward and took a thin volume from her lap. “Why!” + he cried, “‘tis Paul and Virginia. Do you indeed read love + stories?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. The mystery of a love affair pleases every one; and I think we + shall not tire of love stories till we tire of the mystery of spring, or + of primroses and daffodils. Every one I know takes their tale of love to + be quite a new tale.” + </p> + <p> + “Love has been cruel to me. It has made a cloud on my life that will + help to cover me in my grave.” + </p> + <p> + “You still love Cornelia?” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot cure myself of a passion so hopeless. However, as I see no + end to my unhappiness, I try to submit to what I cannot avoid. What is the + use of longing for that which I have no hope to get?” + </p> + <p> + “My uncle grows anxious for you to marry. He would be glad to see + the succession of Hyde assured.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, indeed, I have no mind to take a wife. I hear every day that + some of my acquaintance have married, I hear of none that have done worse.” + </p> + <p> + “You believe nothing of what you say. My uncle was much pleased with + Sarah Capel. What did you think of the beauty?” + </p> + <p> + “Cornelia has made all other women so indifferent to me, that if I + cannot marry her, my father may dispose of me as he chooses.” + </p> + <p> + “Cannot you forget Cornelia?” + </p> + <p> + “It is impossible. Every day I resolve to think of her no more, and + then I continue thinking; and every day I am more and more in love with + her. Her very name moves me beyond words.” + </p> + <p> + “There is no name, George, however sweet and dear, however lovingly + spoken, whose echo does not at last grow faint.” + </p> + <p> + “Cornelia will echo in my heart as long as my heart beats.” + </p> + <p> + Then they were silent, and Hyde drew his dog closer and watched the blaze + among some lighter branches, which a servant had just brought in. At his + entrance he had also given Annie a letter, which she was eagerly reading. + Hyde had no speculation about it; and even when he found Annie regarding + him with her whole soul in her face, he failed to understand, as he always + had done, the noble love which had been so long and so faithfully his—a + love holding itself above endearments; self-repressed, self-sacrificing, + kept down in the inmost heart-chamber a dignified prisoner behind very + real bars. Yet he was conscious that the letter was of more than usual + interest, and when the servant had closed the door behind him, he asked, + “Whom is your letter from, Annie? It seems to please you very much.” + </p> + <p> + She leaned forward to him with the paper in her little trembling hand, and + said, + </p> + <p> + “It is from Cornelia.” + </p> + <p> + “My God!” he ejaculated; and the words were fraught with such + feeling, as could have found no other vehicle of expression. + </p> + <p> + “She has sent you, dear George, a copy of the letter you ought to + have received more than two years ago. Read it.” + </p> + <p> + His eyes ran rapidly over the sweet words, his face flamed, his hands + trembled, he cried out impetuously— + </p> + <p> + “But what does it mean? Am I quite in my senses? How has this letter + been delayed? Why do I get only a copy?” + </p> + <p> + “Because Mr. Van Ariens has the original.” + </p> + <p> + “It is all incredible. What do you mean, Annie? Do not keep me in + such torturing suspense.” + </p> + <p> + “It means that Mr. Van Ariens asked Cornelia to marry him on the + same day that you wrote to her about your marriage. She answered both + letters in the same hour, and misdirected them.” + </p> + <p> + “GOD’S DEATH! How can I punish so mean a scoundrel? I will + have my letter from him, if I follow him round the world for it.” + </p> + <p> + “You have your letter now. I asked Cornelia to write it again for + you; and you see she has done it gladly.” + </p> + <p> + “Angel of goodness! But I will have my first letter.” + </p> + <p> + “It has been in that man’s keeping for more than two years. I + would not touch it. ‘Twould infect a gentleman, and make of him a + rascal just as base.” + </p> + <p> + “He shall write me then an apology in his own blood. I will make him + do it, at the point of my sword.” + </p> + <p> + “If I were you, I would scorn to wet my sword in blood so base.” + </p> + <p> + “Remember, Annie, what this darling girl suffered. For his treachery + she nearly died. I speak not of my own wrong—it is as nothing to + hers.” + </p> + <p> + “However, she might have been more careful.” + </p> + <p> + “Annie, she was in the happy hurry of love. Your calm soul knows not + what a confusing thing that is—she made a mistake, and that sneaking + villain turned her mistake into a crime. By a God’s mercy, it is + found out—but how? Annie! Annie, how much I owe you! What can I say? + What can I do?” + </p> + <p> + “Be reasonable. Mary Damer really found it out. His guilty restless + conscience forced him to tell her the story, though to be sure he put the + wrong on people he did not name. But I knew so much of the mystery of your + love sorrow, as to put the two stories together, and find them fit. Then I + wrote to Cornelia.” + </p> + <p> + “How long ago?” + </p> + <p> + “About two months.” + </p> + <p> + “Why then did you not give me hope ere this?” + </p> + <p> + “I would not give you hope, till hope was certain. Two years is a + long time in a girl’s life. It was a possible thing for Cornelia to + have forgotten—to have changed.” + </p> + <p> + “Impossible! Quite impossible! She could not forget. She could not + change. Why did you not tell me? I should have known her heart by mine + own.” + </p> + <p> + “I wished to be sure,” repeated Annie, a little sadly. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, dear Annie. But this news throws me into an unspeakable + condition. You see that I must leave for America at once.” + </p> + <p> + “No. I do not see that, George.” + </p> + <p> + “But if you consider—” + </p> + <p> + “I have been considering for two months. Let me decide for you now, + for you are not able to do so wisely. Write at once to Cornelia, that is + your duty as well as your pleasure. But before you go to her, there are + things indispensable to be done. Will you ask Doctor Moran for his child, + and not be able to show him that you can care for her as she deserves to + be cared for? Lawyers will not be hurried, there will be consultations, + and engrossings, and signings, and love—in your case—will have + to wait upon law.” + </p> + <p> + “‘Tis hard for love, and harder perhaps for anger to wait. For + I am in a passion of wrath at Van Ariens. I long to be near him. Oh what + suffering his envy and hatred have caused others!” + </p> + <p> + “And himself also. Be sure of that, or he had not tried to find some + ease in a kind of confession. Doctor Roslyn will tell you that it is an + eternal law, that wherever sin is, sorrow will answer it.” + </p> + <p> + “The man is hateful to me.” + </p> + <p> + “He has done a thing that makes him hateful; but perhaps for all + that, he has been so miserable about it, as to have the pity of the + Uncondemning One. I hear your father coming. I am sure you will have his + sympathy in all things.” + </p> + <p> + She left the room as the Earl entered it. He was in unusually high + spirits. Some political news had delighted him, and without noticing his + son’s excitement he said— + </p> + <p> + “The Commons have taken things in their own hands, George. I said + they would. They listen to the King and the Lords very respectfully, and + then obey themselves. Most of the men in the Lower House are unfit to + enter it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, the Lords as a rule send them there—you have sent + three of them yourself—and unfit men in public places, suppose prior + unfitness in those who have the places to dispose of. But the government + is not interesting. I have something else, father, to think about.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, I think the government is extremely interesting. It is very + like three horses arranged in tandem fashion—first, you know, the + King, a little out of the reach of the whip; then the Lords follow the + King, and the Commons are in the shafts, a more ignoble position, but yet—as + we see to-day, possessing a special power of upsetting the coach.” + </p> + <p> + “Father, I have very important news from America. Will you listen to + it?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, if you will tell it to me straight, and not blunder about your + meaning.” “Sir, I have just discovered that a letter sent to + me more than two years ago, has been knowingly and purposely detained from + me.” + </p> + <p> + “By whom?” + </p> + <p> + “A man into whose hands it fell by misdirection.” + </p> + <p> + “Did the letter contain means of identifying it, as belonging to + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Ample means.” + </p> + <p> + “Then the man is outside your recognition. You might as well go to + the Bridewell, and seek a second among its riff-raff of scoundrels. Tell + me shortly whom it concerns.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Moran.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh indeed! Are we to have that subject opened again?” + </p> + <p> + His face darkened, and George, with an impetuosity that permitted no + interruption, told the whole story. As he proceeded the Earl became + interested, then sympathetic. He looked with moist eyes at the youth so + dear to him, and saw that his heart was filled with the energy and + tenderness of his love. His handsome face, his piercingly bright eyes, his + courteous, but obstinately masterful manner, his almost boyish passion of + anger and impatience, his tall, serious figure, erect, as if ready for + opposition; even that sentiment of deadly steel, of being impatient to + toss his sheath from his sword, pleased very much the elder man; and won + both his respect and his admiration. He felt that his son had rights all + his own, and that he must cheerfully and generously allow them. + </p> + <p> + “George,” he answered, “you have won my approval. You + have shown me that you can suffer and be faithful, and the girl able to + inspire such an affection, must be worthy of it. What do you wish to do?” + </p> + <p> + “I am going to America by the next packet.” + </p> + <p> + “Sit down, then we can talk without feeling that every word is a + last word, and full of hurry and therefore of unreason. You desire to see + Miss Moran without delay, that is very natural.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. I am impatient also to get my letter.” + </p> + <p> + “I think that of no importance.” + </p> + <p> + “What would you have done in my case, and at my age, father?” + </p> + <p> + “Something extremely foolish. I should have killed the man, or been + killed by him. I hope that you have more sense. Society does not now + compel you to answer insult with murder. The noble not caring of the + spirit, is beyond the mere passion of the animal. What does Annie say?” + </p> + <p> + “Annie is an angel. I walk far below her—and I hate the man + who has so wronged—Cornelia. I think, sir, you must also hate him.” + </p> + <p> + “I hate nobody. God send, that I may be treated the same. George, + you have flashed your sword only in a noble quarrel, will you now stain it + with the blood of a man below your anger or consideration? You have had + your follies, and I have smiled at them; knowing well, that a man who has + no follies in his youth, will have in his maturity no power. But now you + have come of age, not only in years but in suffering cheerfully endured + and well outlived; so I may talk to you as a man, and not command you as a + father.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you wish me to do, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “I advise you to write to Miss Moran at once. Tell her you are more + anxious now to redeem your promise, than ever you were before. Say to her + that I already look upon her as a dear daughter, and am taking immediate + steps to settle upon you the American Manor, and also such New York + property as will provide for the maintenance of your family in the state + becoming your order and your expectations. Tell her that my lawyers will + go to this business to-morrow, and that as soon as the deeds are in your + hand, you will come and ask for the interview with Doctor Moran, so long + and cruelly delayed.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear father! How wise and kind you are!” + </p> + <p> + “It is my desire to be so, George. You cannot, after this + unfortunate delay, go to Doctor Moran without the proofs of your ability + to take care of his daughter’s future.” + </p> + <p> + “How soon can this business be accomplished?” + </p> + <p> + “In about three weeks, I should think. But wait your full time, and + do not go without the credentials of your position. This three or four + weeks is necessary to bring to perfection the waiting of two years.” + </p> + <p> + “I will take your advice, sir. I thank you for your generosity.” + </p> + <p> + “All that I have is yours, George. And you can write to this dear + girl every day in the interim. Go now and tell her what I say. I had other + dreams for you as you know—they are over now—I have awakened.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear Annie!” ejaculated George. + </p> + <p> + “Dear Annie!” replied the Earl with a sigh. “She is one + of the daughters of God, I am not worthy to call her mine; but I have sat + at her feet, and learned how to love, and how to forgive, and how to bear + disappointment. I will tell you, that when Colonel Saye insulted me last + year, and I felt for my sword and would have sent him a letter on its + point—Annie stepped before him. ‘Forget, and go on, dear + uncle,’ she said; and I did so with a proud, sore heart at first, + but quite cheerfully in a week or two; and at the last Hunt dinner he came + to me with open hand, and we ate and drank together, and are now firm + friends. Yet, but for Annie, one of us might be dead; and the other flying + like Cain exiled and miserable. Think of these things, George. The good of + being a son, is to be able to profit from your father’s mistakes.” + </p> + <p> + They parted with a handclasp that went to both hearts, and as Hyde passed + his mother’s loom, he went in, and told her all that happened to + him, She listened with a smile and a heartache. She knew now that the time + had come to say “farewell” to the boy who had made her life + for twenty-seven years. “He must marry like the rest of the world, + and go away from her,” and only mothers know what supreme + self-sacrifice a pleasant acquiescence in this event implies. But she + bravely put down all the clamouring selfishness of her long sweet care and + affection, and said cheerfully— + </p> + <p> + “Very much to my liking is Cornelia Moran, She is world-like and + heaven-like, and her good heart and sweet nature every one knows. A loving + wife and a noble mother she will make, and if I must lose thee, my Joris, + there is no girl in America that I like better to have thee.” + </p> + <p> + “Never will you lose me, mother.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah then! that is what all sons say. The common lot, I look for + nothing better. But see now! I give thee up cheerfully. If God please, I + shall see thy sons and daughters; and thy father has been anxious about + the Hydes. He would not have a stranger here—nor would I. Our hope + is in thee and thy sweet wife, and very glad am I that thy wife is to be + Cornelia Moran.” + </p> + <p> + And even after Joris had left her she smiled, though the tears dropped + down upon her work. She thought of the presents she would send her + daughter, and she told herself that Cornelia was an American, and that she + had made for her, with her own hands and brain, a lovely home wherein HER + memory must always dwell. Indeed she let her thoughts go far forward to + see, and to listen to the happy boys and girls who might run and shout + gleefully through the fair large rooms, and the sweet shady gardens her + skill and taste had ordered and planted. Thus her generosity made her a + partaker of her children’s happiness, and whoever partakes of a + pleasure has his share of it, and comes into contact—not only with + the happiness—but with the other partakers of that happiness—a + divine kind of interest for generous deeds, which we may all appropriate. + </p> + <p> + Nothing is more contagious than joy, and Hyde was now a living joy through + all the house. His voice had caught a new tone, his feet a more buoyant + step, he carried himself like a man expectant of some glorious heritage. + So eager, so ardent, so ready to be happy, he inspired every one with his + buoyant gladness of heart. He could at least talk to Cornelia with his pen + every day, yes, every hour if he desired; and if it had been possible to + transfer in a letter his own light-heartedness, the words he wrote would + have shone upon the paper. + </p> + <p> + The next morning Mary Damer called. She knew that a letter from Cornelia + was possible, and she knew also that it would really be as fateful to + herself, as to Hyde. If, as she suspected, it was Rem Van Ariens who had + detained the misdirected letter, there was only one conceivable result as + regarded herself. She, an upright, honourable English girl, loving truth + with all her heart, and despising whatever was underhand and disloyal, had + but one course to take—she must break off her engagement with a man + so far below her standard of simple morality. She could not trust his + honour, and what security has love in a heart without honour? + </p> + <p> + So she looked anxiously at Annie as she entered, and Annie would not keep + her in suspense. “There was a letter from Miss Moran last night,” + she said. “She loves George yet. She re-wrote the unfortunate + letter, and this time it found its owner. I think he has it next his heart + at this very moment.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of that, Annie. But who has the first letter?” + </p> + <p> + “I think you know, Mary.” + </p> + <p> + “You mean Mr. Van Ariens?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then there is no more to be said. I shall write to him as soon as + possible.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry—” + </p> + <p> + “No, no! Be content, Annie. The right must always come right. + Neither you nor I could desire any other end, even to our own love story.” + </p> + <p> + “But you must suffer.” + </p> + <p> + “Not much. None of us weep if we lose what is of no value. And I + have noticed that the happiness of any one is always conditioned by the + unhappiness of some one else. Love usually builds his home out of the + wrecks of other homes. Your cousin and Cornelia will be happy, but there + are others that must suffer, that they may be so. I will go now, Annie, + because until I have written to Mr. Van Ariens, I shall not feel free. And + also, I do not wish him to come here, and in his last letter he spoke of + such an intention.” + </p> + <p> + So the two letters—that of Hyde to Cornelia, and that of Mary Darner + to Van Ariens, left England for America in the same packet; and though + Mary Darner undoubtedly had some suffering and disappointment to conquer, + the fight was all within her. To her friends at the Manor she was just the + same bright, courageous girl; ready for every emergency, and equally ready + to make the most of every pleasure. + </p> + <p> + And the tone of the Manor House was now set to a key of the highest joy + and expectation. Hyde unconsciously struck the note, for he was happily + busy from morning to night about affairs relating either to his marriage, + or to his future as the head of a great household. All his old exigent, + extravagant liking for rich clothing returned to him. He had constant + visits from his London tailor, a dapper little artist, who brought with + him a profusion of rich cloth, silk and satin, and who firmly believed + that the tailor made the man. There were also endless interviews with the + family lawyer, endless readings of law papers, and endless consultations + about rights and successions, which Hyde was glad and grateful to leave + very much to his father’s wisdom and generosity. + </p> + <p> + At the beginning of this happy period, Hyde had been sure that the + business of his preparations would be arranged in three weeks; a month had + appeared to be a quite unreasonable and impossible delay; but the month + passed, and it was nearly the middle of November when all things were + ready for his voyage. His mother would then have urged a postponement + until spring, but she knew that George would brook no further delay; and + she was wise enough to accept the inevitable cheerfully. And thus by + letting her will lead her, in the very road necessity drove her, she + preserved not only her liberty, but her desire. + </p> + <p> + Some of these last days were occupied in selecting from her jewels + presents for Cornelia, with webs of gold and silver tissues, and + Spitalfields silks so rich and heavy, that no mortal woman might hope to + outwear them. To these Annie added from her own store of lace, many very + valuable pieces; and the happy bridegroom was proud to see that love was + going to send him away, with both arms full for the beloved. + </p> + <p> + The best gift however came last, and it was from the Earl. It was not gold + or land, though he gave generously of both these; but one which Hyde felt + made his way straight before him, and which he knew must have cost his + father much self-abnegation. It was the following letter to Dr. John + Moran. + </p> + <h3> + MY DEAR SIR: + </h3> + <p> + It seems then, that our dear children love each other so well, that it is + beyond our right, even as parents, to forbid their marriage. I ask from + you, for my son, who is a humble and ardent suitor for Miss Moran’s + hand, all the favour his sincere devotion to her deserves, We have both + been young, we have both loved, accept then his affection as some + atonement for any grievance or injustice you remember against myself. Had + we known each other better, we should doubtless have loved each other + better; but now that marriage will make us kin, I offer you my hand, with + all it implies of regret for the past, and of respect for the future. Your + servant to command, + </p> + <h3> + RICHARD HYDE. + </h3> + <p> + “It is the greatest proof of my love I can give you, George,” + said the Earl, when the letter had been read; “and it is Annie you + must thank for it. She dropped the thought into my heart, and if the + thought has silently grown to these written words, it is because she had + put many other good thoughts there, and that these helped this one to come + to perfection.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you noticed, father, how small and fragile-looking she is? Can + she really be slowly dying?” + </p> + <p> + “No, she is not dying; she is only going a little further away—a + little further away, every hour. Some hour she will be called, and she + will answer, and we shall see her no more—HERE. But I do not call + that dying, and if it be dying, Annie will go as calmly and simply, as if + she were fulfilling some religious rite or duty. She loves God, and she + will go to Him.” + </p> + <p> + The next morning Hyde left his father’s home forever. It was + impossible that such a parting should be happy. No hopes, no dreams of + future joy, could make him forget the wealth of love he was leaving. Nor + did he wish to forget. And woe to the man or woman who would buy composure + and contentment by forgetting!—by really forfeiting a portion of + their existence—by being a suicide of their own moral nature. + </p> + <p> + The day was a black winter day, with a monotonous rain and a dark sky + troubled by a ghostly wind. Inside the house the silence fell on the heart + like a weight. The Earl and Countess watched their son’s carriage + turn from the door, and then looked silently into each other’s face. + The Earl’s lips were firmly set, and his eyes full of tears; the + Countess was weeping bitterly. He went with her to her room, and with all + his old charm and tenderness comforted her for her great loss. + </p> + <p> + At that moment Annie was forgotten, yet no one was suffering more than she + was. Hyde had knelt by her sofa, and taken her in his arms, and covered + her face with tears and kisses, and she had not been able to oppose a + parting so heart-breaking and so final. The last tears she was ever to + shed dropped from her closed eyes, as she listened to his departing steps; + and the roll of the carriage carrying him away forever, seemed to roll + over her shrinking heart. She cried out feebly—a pitiful little + shrill cry, that she hushed with a sob still more full of anguish. Then + she began to cast over her suffering soul the balm of prayer, and + prostrate with closed eyes, and hands feebly hanging down, Doctor Roslyn + found her. He did not need to ask a question, he had long known the brave + self-sacrifice that was consecrating the child-heart suffering so sharply + that day; and he said only— + </p> + <p> + “We are made perfect through suffering, Annie.” + </p> + <p> + “I know, dear father.” + </p> + <p> + “And you have found before this, that the sorrow well borne is full + of strange joys—joys, whose long lasting perfumes, show that they + were grown in heaven and not on earth.” + </p> + <p> + “This is the last sorrow that can come to me, father.” + </p> + <p> + “And my dear Annie, you would have been a loser without it. Every + grief has its meaning, and the web of life could not be better woven, if + only love touched it.” + </p> + <p> + “I have been praying, father.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but God Himself prayed in you, while your soul waited in deep + resignation. God gave you both the resignation and the answer.” + </p> + <p> + “My heart failed me at the last—then I prayed as well as I + could.” + </p> + <p> + “And then, visited by the NOT YOURSELF in you, your head was lifted + up. Do not be frightened at what you want. Strive for it little by little. + All that is bitter in outward things, or in interior things, all that + befalls you in the course of a day, is YOUR DAILY BREAD if you will take + it from His hand.” + </p> + <p> + Then she was silent and quite still, and he sat and watched the gradual + lifting of the spirit’s cloud—watched, until the pallor of her + face grew luminous with the inner light, and her wide open eyes saw, as in + a vision, things, invisible to mortal sight; but open to the spirit on + that dazzling line where mortal and immortal verge. + </p> + <p> + And as he went home, stepping slowly through the misty world, he himself + hardly knew whether he was in the body or out of it. He felt not the + dripping rain, he was not conscious of the encompassing earthly vapours, + he had passed within the veil and was worshipping + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “In dazzling temples opened straight to Him, + Where One who had great lightnings for His crown + Was suddenly made present; vast and dim + Through crowded pinions of the Cherubim.” + </pre> + <p> + And his feet stumbled not, nor was he aware of anything around, until the + Earl met him at the park gates and touching him said reverently— + </p> + <p> + “Father, you are close to the highway. Have you seen Annie?” + </p> + <p> + “I have just left her.” + </p> + <p> + “She is further from us than ever.” + </p> + <p> + “Richard Hyde,” he answered, “she is on her way to God, + and she can rest nothing short of that.” + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV — “HUSH! LOVE IS HERE!” + </h2> + <p> + On the morning that Hyde sailed for America, Cornelia received the letter + he had written her on the discovery of Rem’s dishonourable conduct. + So much love, so much joy, sent to her in the secret foldings of a sheet + of paper! In a hurry of delight and expectation she opened it, and her + beaming eyes ran all over the joyful words it brought her—sweet + fluttering pages, that his breath had moved, and his face been aware of. + How he would have rejoiced to see her pressing them to her bosom, at some + word of fonder memory or desire. + </p> + <p> + There was much in this letter which it was necessary her father and mother + should hear—the Earl’s message to them—Hyde’s own + proposition for an immediate marriage, and various necessities referring + to this event. But she was proud and happy to read words of such noble, + straightforward affection; and the Doctor was especially pleased by the + deference expressed for his wishes. When he left the house that day he + kissed his daughter with pride and tenderness, and said to Mrs. Moran— + </p> + <p> + “Ava, there will be much to get, and much to do in a short time, but + money manages all things Do not spare where it is necessary.” And + then what important and interesting consultations followed! what lists of + lovely garments became imperative, which an hour before had not been + dreamed of! what discussions as to mantua makers and milliners! as to + guests and ceremonies! as to all the details of a life unknown, but + invested by love and youth, with a delightfully overwhelming importance. + </p> + <p> + Cornelia was so happy that her ordinary dress of grey camelot did not + express her; she felt constrained to add to it some bows of bright scarlet + ribbon, and then she looked round about her room, and went through her + drawers, to find something else to be a visible witness to the light heart + singing within her. And she came across some coral combs that Madame + Jacobus had given her, and felt their vivid colouring in the shining + masses of her dark hair, to be one of the right ways of saying to herself, + and all she loved, “See how happy I am!” + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon, when the shopping for the day had been accomplished, she + went to Captain Jacobus, to play with him the game of backgammon which had + become an almost daily duty, and to which the Captain attached a great + importance. Indeed, for many weeks it had been the event of every day to + him; and if he was no longer dependent on it, he was grateful enough to + acknowledge all the good it had done him. “I owe your daughter as + much as I owe you, sir,” he would say to Doctor Moran, “and I + owe both of you a bigger debt than I can clear myself of.” + </p> + <p> + This afternoon he looked at his visitor with a wondering speculation. + There was something in her face, and manner, and voice, he had never + before seen or heard, and madame—who watched every expression of her + husband—was easily led to the same observation. She observed + Cornelia closely, and her gay laugh especially revealed some change. It + was like the burst of bird song in early spring, and she followed the + happy girl to the front door, and called her back when she had gone down + the steps, and said, as she looked earnestly in her face— + </p> + <p> + “You have heard from Joris Hyde? I know you have!” and + Cornelia nodded her head, and blushed, and smiled, and ran away from + further question. + </p> + <p> + When she reached home she found Madame Van Heemskirk sitting with her + mother, and the sweet old lady rose to meet her, and said before Cornelia + could utter a word: + </p> + <p> + “Come to me, Cornelia. This morning a letter we have had from my + Joris, and sorry am I that I did thee so much wrong.” + </p> + <p> + “Madame, I have long ago forgotten it; and there was a mistake all + round,” answered Cornelia, cheerfully. + </p> + <p> + “That is so—and thy mistake first of all. Hurry is misfortune; + even to be happy, it is not wise to hurry. Listen now! Joris has written + to his grandfather, and also to me, and very busy he will keep us both. + His grandfather is to look after the stables and the horses, and to buy + more horses, and to hire serving men of all kinds. And a long letter also + I have had from my daughter Katherine, and she tells me to make her duty + to thee my duty. That is my pleasure also, and I have been talking with + thy mother about the house. Now I shall go there, and a very pleasant home + I shall make it. Many things Joris will bring with him—two new + carriages and much fine furniture—and I know not what else beside.” + </p> + <p> + Then Cornelia kissed madame, and afterwards removed her bonnet; and madame + looked at her smiling. The vivid coral in her dark hair, the modest grey + dress with its knots of colour, and above all the lovely face alight with + love and hope, delighted her. + </p> + <p> + “Very pretty art thou, very pretty indeed!” she said, + impulsively; and then she added, “Many other girls are very pretty + also, but my Joris loves thee, and I am glad that it is thee, and very + welcome art thou to me, and very proud is my husband of thee. And now I + must go, because there is much to do, and little time to do it in.” + </p> + <p> + For nearly a week Cornelia was too busy to take Arenta into her + consideration. She did not care to tell her about Rem’s cruel and + dishonourable conduct, and she was afraid the shrewd little Marquise would + divine some change, and get the secret out of her. Indeed, Arenta was not + long in suspecting something unusual in the Doctor’s household—the + number of parcels and of work people astonished her; and she was not a + little offended at Madame Van Heemskirk spending a whole afternoon so near + to her, and “never even,” as she said to her father, “turning + her head this way.” For Arenta had drunk a rather long draught of + popular interest, and she could not bear to believe it was declining. Was + she not the American heroine of 1793? It was almost a want of patriotism + in Madame Van Heemskirk to neglect her. + </p> + <p> + After a week had elapsed Cornelia went over one morning to see her friend. + But by this time Arenta knew everything. Her brother Rem had been with her + and confessed all to his sister. It had not been a pleasant meeting by any + means. She heard the story with indignation, but contrived to feel that + somehow Rem was not so much to blame as Cornelia, and other people. + </p> + <p> + “You are right served,” she said to her brother, “for + meddling with foreigners, and especially for mixing your love affairs up + with an English girl. Proud, haughty creatures all of them! And you are a + very fool to tell any woman such a—crime. Yes, it is a crime. I won’t + say less. That girl over the way nearly died, and you would have let her + die. It was a shame. I don’t love Cornelia—but it was a shame.” + </p> + <p> + “The letter was addressed to me, Arenta.” + </p> + <p> + “Fiddlesticks! You knew it was not yours. You knew it was Hyde’s. + Where is it now?” + </p> + <p> + She asked the question in her usual dominant way, and Rem did not feel + able to resist it. He looked for a moment at the angry woman, and was + subdued by her air of authority. He opened his pocketbook and from a + receptacle in it, took the fateful letter. She seized and read it, and + then without a word, or a moment’s hesitation threw it into the + fire. + </p> + <p> + Rem blustered and fumed, and she stood smiling defiantly at him. “You + are like all criminals,” she said; “you must keep something to + accuse yourself with. I love you too well to permit you to carry that bit + of paper about you. It has worked you harm enough. What are you going to + do? Is Miss Darner’s refusal quite final?” + </p> + <p> + “Quite. It was even scornful.” + </p> + <p> + “Plenty of nice girls in Boston.” + </p> + <p> + “I cannot go back to Boston.” + </p> + <p> + “Why then?” + </p> + <p> + “Because Mary’s cousin has told the whole affair.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense!” + </p> + <p> + “She has. I know it. Men, whom I had been friendly with, got out of + my way; women excused themselves at their homes, and did not see me on the + streets. I have no doubt all Boston is talking of the affair.” + </p> + <p> + “Then come back to New York. New Yorkers attend strictly to their + own love affairs. Father will stand by you; and I will.” + </p> + <p> + “Father will not. He called me a scoundrel, when I told him last + night, and advised me to go to the frontier. Joris Van Heemskirk will not + talk, but madame will chatter for him, and I could not bear to meet Doctor + Moran. As for Captain Jacobus, he would invent new words and oaths to + abuse me with, and Aunt Angelica would, of course, say amen to all he + says;—and there are others.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, there is Lord Hyde.” + </p> + <p> + “Curse him! But I intended to give him his letter—now you have + burnt it.” + </p> + <p> + “You intended nothing of the kind, Rem. Go away as soon as you can. + I don’t want to know where you go just yet. New York is impossible, + and Boston is impossible. Father says go to the frontier, I say go South. + What you have done, you have done; and it cannot be undone; so don’t + carry it about with you. And I would let women alone—they are beyond + you—go in for politics.” + </p> + <p> + That day Rem lingered with his sister, seeing no one else; and in the + evening shadows he slipped quietly away. He was very wretched, for he + really loved Mary Damer, and his disappointment was bitterly keen and + humiliating. Besides which, he felt that his business efforts for two + years were forfeited, and that he had the world to begin over again. + Without a friend to wish him a Godspeed the wretched man went on board the + Southern packet, and in her dim lonely cabin sat silent and despondent, + while she fought her way through swaying curtains of rain to the open sea. + Its great complaining came up through the darkness to him, and seemed to + be the very voice of the miserable circumstances, that had separated and + estranged his life from all he loved and desired. + </p> + <p> + This sudden destruction of all her hopes for her brother distressed + Arenta. Her own marriage had been a most unfortunate one, but its + misfortunes had the importance of national tragedy. She had even plucked + honour to herself from the bloody tumbril and guillotine. But Rem’s + matrimonial failure had not one redeeming quality; it was altogether a + shameful and well-deserved retribution. And she had boasted to her friends + not a little of the great marriage her brother was soon to make, and even + spoken of Miss Damer, as if a sisterly affection already existed between + them. She could anticipate very well the smiles and shrugs, the + exclamations and condolences she might have to encounter, and she was not + pleased with her brother for putting her in a position likely to make her + disagreeable to people. + </p> + <p> + But the heart of her anger was Cornelia—“but for that girl,” + Rem would have married Mary Damer, and his home in Boston might have been + full of opportunities for her, as well as a desirable change when she + wearied of New York. Altogether it was a hard thing for her, as well as a + dreadful sorrow for Rem; and she could not think of Cornelia without + anger, “Just for her,” she kept saying as she dressed herself + with an elaborate simplicity, “Just for her! Very much she intruded + herself into my affairs; my marriage was her opportunity with Lord Hyde, + and now all she can do is to break up poor Rem’s marriage.” + </p> + <p> + When Cornelia entered the Van Ariens parlour Arenta was already there. She + was dressed in a gown of the blackest and softest bombazine and crape. It + had a distinguishing want of all ornament, but it was for that reason + singularly effective against her delicate complexion and pale golden hair. + She looked offended, and hardly spoke to her old friend, but Cornelia was + prepared for some exhibition of anger. She had not been to see Arenta for + a whole week, and she did not doubt she had been well aware of something + unusual in progress. But that Rem had accused himself did not occur to + her; therefore she was hardly prepared for the passionate accusations with + which Arenta assailed her. + </p> + <p> + “I think,” she said, “you have behaved disgracefully to + poor Rem! You would not have him yourself, and yet you prevent another + girl—whom he loves far better than ever he loved you—from + marrying him. He has gone away ‘out of the world,’ he says, + and indeed I should not wonder if he kills himself. It is most certain you + have done all you can to drive him to it.” + </p> + <p> + “Arenta! I have no idea what you mean. I have not seen Rem, nor + written to Rem, for more than two years.” + </p> + <p> + “Very likely, but you have written about him. You wrote to Miss + Darner, and told her Rem purposely kept a letter, which you had sent to + Lord Hyde.” + </p> + <p> + “I did not write to Miss Damer. I do not know the lady. But Rem DID + keep a letter that belonged to Lord Hyde.” + </p> + <p> + Then anger gave falsehood the bit and she answered, “Rem did NOT + keep any letter that belonged to Lord Hyde. Prove that he did so, before + you accuse him. You cannot.” + </p> + <p> + “I unfortunately directed Lord Hyde’s letter to Rem, and Rem’s + letter to Lord Hyde. Rem knew that he had Lord Hyde’s letter, and he + should have taken it at once to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Lord Hyde had Rem’s letter; he ought to have taken it at once + to Rem.” + </p> + <p> + “There was not a word in Rem’s letter to identify it as + belonging to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you ought to be ashamed to write love letters that would do + for any man that received them. A poor hand you must be, to blunder over + two love letters. I have had eight, and ten, at once to answer, and I + never failed to distinguish each; and while rivers run into the sea I + never shall misdirect my love letters. I do not believe Rem ever got your + letter, and I will not believe it, either now or ever. I dare be bound, + Balthazar lost it on the way. Prove to me he did not.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, indeed! I think you know better.” + </p> + <p> + “Very clever is Lord Hyde to excuse himself by throwing the blame on + poor Rein. Very mean indeed to accuse him to the girl he was going to + marry. To be sure, any one with an ounce of common sense to guide them, + must see through the whole affair.” + </p> + <p> + “Arenta, I have the most firm conviction of Rem’s guilt, and + the greatest concern for his disappointment. I assure you I have.” + </p> + <p> + “Kindly reserve your concern, Miss Moran, till Rem Van Ariens asks + for it. As for his guilt, there is no guilt in question. Even supposing + that Rem did keep Lord Hyde’s letter, what then? All things are fair + in love and war, Willie Nicholls told me last night, he would keep a + hundred letters, if he thought he could win me by doing so. Any man of + sense would.” + </p> + <p> + “All I blame Rem for is—” + </p> + <p> + “All I blame Rem for is, that he asked you to marry him. So much for + that! I hope if he meddles with women again, he will seek an all-round + common-sense Dutch girl, who will know how to direct her letters—or + else be content with one lover.” + </p> + <p> + “Arenta, I shall go now. I have given you an opportunity to be rude + and unkind. You cannot expect me to do that again.” + </p> + <p> + She watched Cornelia across the street, and then turned to the mirror, and + wound her ringlets over her fingers. “I don’t care,” she + muttered. “It was her fault to begin with. She tempted Rem, and he + fell. Men always fall when women tempt them; it is their nature to. I am + going to stand by Rem, right or wrong, and I only wish I could tell Mary + Damer what I think of her. She has another lover, of course she has—or + she would not have talked about her ‘honour’ to Rem.” + </p> + <p> + To such thoughts she was raging, when Peter Van Ariens came home to + dinner, and she could not restrain them. He listened for a minute or two, + and then struck the table no gentle blow? + </p> + <p> + “In my house, Arenta,” he said, “I will have no such + words. What you think, you think; but such thoughts must be shut close in + your mind. In keeping that letter, I say Rem behaved like a scoundrel; he + was cruel, and he was a coward. Because he is my son I will not excuse + him. No indeed! For that very reason, the more angry am I at such a deed. + Now then, he shall acknowledge to George Hyde and Cornelia Moran the wrong + he did them, ere in my home and my heart, he rights himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Is Cornelia going to be married?” + </p> + <p> + “That is what I hear.” + </p> + <p> + “To Lord Hyde?” + </p> + <p> + “That also, is what I hear.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, as I am in mourning, I cannot go to the wedding; so then I am + delighted to have told her a little of my mind.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a great marriage for the Doctor’s daughter; a countess + she will be.” + </p> + <p> + “And a marquise I am. And will you please say, if either countess or + marquise is better than mistress or madame? Thank all the powers that be! + I have learned the value of a title, and I shall change marquise for + mistress, as soon as I can do so.” + </p> + <p> + “If always you had thought thus, a great deal of sorrow we had both + been spared.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, a girl cannot get her share of wisdom, till she comes + to it. After all, I am now sorry I have quarrelled with Cornelia. In New + York and Philadelphia she will be a great woman.” + </p> + <p> + “To take offence is a great folly, and to give offence is a great + folly—I know not which is the greater, Arenta.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, indeed, father,” she answered, “if I am hurt and + angry, I shall take the liberty to say so. Anger that is hidden cannot be + gratified; and if people use me badly, it is my way to tell them I am + aware of it. One may be obliged to eat brown bread, but I, for one, will + say it is brown bread, and not white.” + </p> + <p> + “Your own way you will take, until into some great trouble you + stumble.” + </p> + <p> + “And then my own way I shall take, until out of it I stumble.” + </p> + <p> + “I have told Rem what he must do. Like a man he must say, ‘I + did wrong, and I am sorry for it,’ and so well I think of those he + has wronged, as to be sure they will answer, ‘It is forgiven.’” + </p> + <p> + “And forgotten.” + </p> + <p> + “That is different. To forgive freely, is what we owe to our enemy; + to forget not, is what we owe to ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + “But if Rem’s fault is forgiven, and not forgotten, what good + will it do him? I have seen that every one forgives much in themselves + that they find unpardonable in other people.” + </p> + <p> + “In so far, Arenta, we are all at fault.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it is cruel, father, to ask Rem to speak truth to his own + injury. Even the law is kinder than you, it asks no man to accuse himself.” + </p> + <p> + “Right wrongs no man. Till others move in this matter, you be quiet. + If you talk, evil words you will say; and mind this, Arenta, the evil that + comes out of your lips, into your own bosom will fall. All my life I have + seen this.” + </p> + <p> + But Arenta could not be quiet. She would sow thorns, though she had to + walk unshod; and her father’s advice moved her no more than a breath + moves a mountain. In the same afternoon she saw Madame Jacobus going to + Doctor Moran’s, and the hour she remained there, was full of misery + to her impetuous self-adoring heart. She was sure they were talking of Rem + and herself; and as she had all their conversation to imagine, she came to + conclusions in accord with her suspicions. + </p> + <p> + But she met her aunt at the door and brought her eagerly into the parlour. + She had had no visitors that day, and was bored and restless and longing + for conversation. “I saw you go to the Doctor’s an hour ago, + aunt,” she said. “I hope the Captain is well.” + </p> + <p> + “Jacobus is quite well, thank God and Doctor Moran—and + Cornelia. I have been looking at some of her wedding gowns. A girl so + happy, and who deserves to be so happy, I never saw. What a darling she + is!” + </p> + <p> + “It is now the fashion to rave about her. I suppose they found time + enough to abuse poor Rem. And you could listen to them! I would not have + done so! No! not if listening had meant salvation for the whole Moran + family.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a remarkably foolish young woman. They never named Rem. + People so happy, do not remember the bringer of sorrow. He has been shut + out—in the darkness and cold. But I heard from Madame Van Heemskirk + why Cornelia and that delightful young man were not married two years ago. + I am ashamed of Rem. I can never forgive him. He is a disgrace to the + family. And that is why I came here to-day. I wish you to make Rem + understand that he must not come near his Uncle Jacobus. When Jacobus is + angry, he will call heaven and earth and hell to help him speak his mind, + and I have nearly cured him of a habit which is so distressing to me, and + such a great wrong to his own soul. The very sight of Rem would break + every barrier down, and let a flood of words loose, that would make him + suffer afterwards. I will not have Jacobus led into such temptation. I + have not heard an oath from him for six months.” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose you would never forgive Jacobus, if you did hear one?” + </p> + <p> + “That is another matter. I hope I have a heart to forgive whatever + Jacobus does, or says—he is my husband.” + </p> + <p> + “It is then less wicked to blaspheme Almighty God, than to keep one + of Lord Hyde’s love letters. One fault may be forgiven, the other is + unpardonable. Dear me! how religiously ignorant I am. As for my uncle + swearing—and the passions that thus express themselves—everybody + knows that anything that distantly resembles good temper, will suit + Captain Jacobus.” + </p> + <p> + “You look extremely handsome when you are scornful, Arenta; but it + is not worthwhile wasting your charms on me. I am doing what I can to help + Jacobus to keep his tongue clean, and I will not have Rem lead him into + temptation. As for Rem, he is guilty of a great wrong; and he must now do + what his father told him to do—work day and night, as men work, when + a bridge is broken down. The ruin must be got out of the way, and the + bridge rebuilt, then it will be possible to open some pleasant and + profitable traffic with human beings again—not to speak of heaven.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right—not to speak of heaven, I think heaven would be + more charitable. Rem will not trouble Captain Jacobus. For my part I think + a man that cannot bear temptation is very poorly reformed. If my uncle + could see Rem, and yet keep his big and little oaths under bonds, I should + believe in his clean tongue.” + </p> + <p> + “Arenta, you are tormenting yourself with anger and ill-will, and + above all with jealousy. In this way you are going to miss a deal of + pleasure. I advise you not to quarrel with Cornelia. She will be a great + resource. I myself am looking forward to the delightful change Jacobus may + have at Hyde Manor. It will make a new life for him, and also for me. This + afternoon something is vexing you. I shall take no offence. You will + regret your bad temper to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + To-morrow Arenta did regret; but people do not always say they are sorry, + when they feel so. She sat in the shadow of her window curtains and + watched the almost constant stream of visitors, and messengers, and + tradespeople at Doctor Moran’s house; and she longed to have her + hands among the lovely things, and to give her opinion about the + delightful events sure to make the next few weeks full of interest and + pleasure. And after she had received a letter from Rem, she resolved to + humble herself that she might be exalted. + </p> + <p> + “Rem is already fortunate, and I can’t help him by fighting + his battle. Forgetfulness, is the word. For this wrong can have no + victory, and to be forgotten, is the only hope for it. Beside, Cornelia + had her full share in my happiness, and I will not let myself be defrauded + of my share in her happiness—not for a few words—no! certainly + not.” + </p> + <p> + This reflection a few times reiterated resulted in the following note— + </p> + <h3> + MY DEAR CORNELIA: + </h3> + <p> + I want to say so much, that I cannot say anything but—forgive me. I + am shaken to pieces by my dreadful sufferings, and sometimes, I do not + know what I say, even to those I love. Blame my sad fortune for my bad + words, and tell me you long to forgive me, as I long to be forgiven. + </p> + <p> + Your ARENTA. + </p> + <p> + “That will be sufficient,” she reflected; “and after + all, Cornelia is a sweet girl. I am her first and dearest friend, and I am + determined to keep my place. It has made me very angry to see those Van + Dien girls, and those Sherman girls, running in and out of the Moran house + as if they owned Cornelia. Well then, if I have had to eat humble pie, I + have had my say, and that takes the bitter taste out of my mouth—and + a sensible woman must look to her future. I dare warrant, Cornelia is now + answering my letter. I dare warrant, she will forgive me very sweetly.” + </p> + <p> + She spent half-an-hour in such reflections, and then Cornelia entered with + a smiling face. She would not permit Arenta to say another word of regret; + she stifled all her self-reproaches in an embrace, and she took her back + with her to her own home. And no further repentance embarrassed Arenta. + She put her ready wit, and her clever hands to a score of belated things; + and snubbed and contradicted the Van Dien and Sherman girls into a + respectful obedience to her earlier friendship, and wider experience. + Everything that she directed, or took charge of, went with an unmistakable + vigour to completion; and even Madame Van Heemskirk was delighted with her + ability, and grateful for her assistance. + </p> + <p> + “The poor Arenta!” she said to Mrs. Moran; “very helpful + she is to us, and for her brother’s fault she is not to blame. Wrong + it would be to visit it on her.” + </p> + <p> + And Arenta not only felt this gracious justice for herself, she looked + much further forward, for she said to her father, “It is really for + Rem’s sake I am so obliging. By and by people will say ‘there + is no truth in that letter story. The Marquise is the friend of Lady Hyde; + they are like clasped hands, and that could not be so, if Rem Van Ariens + had done such a dreadful thing. It is all nonsense.’ And if I hear a + word about it, I shall know how to smile, and lift my shoulders, and kill + suspicion with contempt. Yes, for Rem’s sake, I have done the best + thing.” + </p> + <p> + So happily the time went on, that it appeared wonderful when Christmas was + close at hand. Every preparation was then complete. The Manor House was a + very picture of splendid comfort and day by day Cornelia’s exquisite + wardrobe came nearer to perfection. It was a very joy to go into the Moran + house. The mother, with a happy light upon her face, went to-and-fro with + that habitual sweet serenity, which kept the temperature of expectant + pleasure at a degree not too exhausting for continuance. The doctor was so + satisfied with affairs, that he was often heard timing his firm, strong + steps to snatches of long forgotten military songs; and Cornelia, knowing + her lover was every day coming nearer and nearer, was just as happy as a + girl loving and well beloved, ought to be. Sorrow was all behind her, and + a great joy was coming to meet her. Until mortal love should become + immortal, she could hope for no sweeter interlude in life. + </p> + <p> + Her beauty had increased wonderfully; hope had more than renewed her + youth, and confident love had given to her face and form, a splendour of + colour and expression, that captivated everybody; though why, or how, they + never asked—she charmed, because she charmed. She was the love, the + honey, the milk of sweetest human nature. + </p> + <p> + One day the little bevy of feminine councillors looked at their work, and + pronounced all beautiful, and all finished; and then there was a lull in + the busy household, and then every one was conscious of being a little + weary; and every one also felt, that it would be well to let heart, and + brain, and fingers, and feet rest. In a few days there would likely be + another English letter, and they could then form some idea as to when Lord + Hyde would arrive. The last letter received from him had been written in + London, and the ship in which he was to sail, was taking on her cargo, + while he impatiently waited at his hotel for notice of her being ready to + lift her anchor. The doctor thought it highly probable Hyde would follow + this letter in a week, or perhaps less. + </p> + <p> + During this restful interval, Doctor and Mrs. Moran drove out one + afternoon to Hyde Manor House. A message from Madame Van Heemskirk asked + this favour from them; she wished naturally that they should see how + exquisitely beautiful and comfortable was the home, which her Joris had + trusted her to prepare for his bride. But she did not wish Cornelia to see + it, until the bride-groom himself took her across its threshold. “An + old woman’s fancy it is,” she said to Mrs. Moran; “but + no harm is there in it, and not much do I like women who bustle about + their houses, and have no fancies at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I,” answered Mrs. Moran with a merry little laugh. + “Do you know, that I told John to buy my wedding ring too wide, + because I often heard my mother say that a tight wedding ring was unlucky.” + Then both women smiled, and began delightedly to look over together the + stores of fine linen and damask, which the mother of Joris had laid up for + her son’s use. + </p> + <p> + It was a charming visit, and the sweet pause in the vivid life of the past + few weeks, was equally charming to Cornelia. She rested in her room till + the short daylight ended; then she went to the parlour and drank a cup of + tea, and closed the curtains, and sat down by the hearth to wait for her + father and mother. It was likely they would be a little late, but the moon + was full and the sleighing perfect, and then she was sure they would have + so much to tell her, when they did reach home. + </p> + <p> + So still was the house, so still was the little street, that she easily + went to the land of reverie, and lost herself there. She thought over + again all her life with her lover; recalled his sweet spirit, his loyal + affection, his handsome face, and enchanting manner. “Heaven has + made me so fortunate,” she thought, “and now my fortune has + arrived at my wishes. Even his delay is sweet. I desire to think of him, + until all other thoughts are forgotten! Oh, what lover could be loved as I + love him!” + </p> + <p> + Then with a soft but quick movement the door flew open, she lifted her + eyes, to fill them with love’s very image and vesture; and with a + cry of joy flew to meet the bliss so long afar, but now so near. “O + lovely and beloved! O my love!” Hyde cried, and then there was a + twofold silence; the very ecstasy that no mortal words can utter. The + sacred hour for which all their lives had longed, was at last dropt down + to them from heaven. Between their kisses they spoke of things remembered, + and of things to be, leaning to each other in visible sweetness, while + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Love breathed in sighs and silences + Through two blent souls, one rapturous undersong.” + </pre> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Maid of Maiden Lane, by Amelia E. 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