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+Title: The Dynamiter
+ More New Arabian Nights
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+
+Author: Robert Louis Stevenson
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+Release Date: January 3, 2011 [eBook #647]
+This file was first posted on September 13, 1996
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+***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE DYNAMITER***
+</pre>
+<p>Transcribed from the 1903 Longmans, Green And Co. edition by
+David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org</p>
+<p style="text-align: center"><i>MORE NEW ARABIAN NIGHTS</i></p>
+<h1>THE DYNAMITER</h1>
+<p style="text-align: center"><span class="smcap">by</span></p>
+<p style="text-align: center">ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON<br />
+<span class="smcap">and</span><br />
+FANNY VAN <span class="smcap">de</span> GRIFT STEVENSON</p>
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+<p style="text-align: center"><span class="smcap"><i>new
+impression</i></span></p>
+<div class="gapspace">&nbsp;</div>
+<p style="text-align: center">LONGMANS, GREEN, AND CO.<br />
+39 <span class="smcap">paternoster row</span>, <span
+class="smcap">london</span><br />
+<span class="smcap">new york and bombay</span></p>
+<p style="text-align: center">1903</p>
+<p style="text-align: center"><i>All rights reserved</i></p>
+<div class="gapspace">&nbsp;</div>
+<p style="text-align: center"><!-- page iv--><a
+name="pageiv"></a><span class="pagenum">p. iv</span><span
+class="smcap"><i>bibliographic note</i></span></p>
+<p style="text-align: center"><i>First Edition</i>, <i>April
+1885</i>; <i>Reprinted May 1885</i>, <i>July 1885</i>.</p>
+<p style="text-align: center"><i>Silver Library Edition</i>,
+<i>January 1895</i>; <i>Reprinted March 1897</i>, <i>July
+1899</i>, <i>August 1903</i>.</p>
+<h2><!-- page v--><a name="pagev"></a><span class="pagenum">p.
+v</span>TO<br />
+MESSRS. COLE AND COX,<br />
+<span class="smcap">police officers</span></h2>
+<p><i>Gentlemen,&mdash;In the volume now in your hands</i>,
+<i>the authors have touched upon that ugly devil of crime</i>,
+<i>with which it is your glory to have contended</i>.&nbsp; <i>It
+were a waste of ink to do so in a serious spirit</i>.&nbsp;
+<i>Let us dedicate our horror to acts of a more mingled
+strain</i>, <i>where crime preserves some features of
+nobility</i>, <i>and where reason and humanity can still relish
+the temptation</i>.&nbsp; <i>Horror</i>, <i>in this case</i>,
+<i>is due to Mr. Parnell</i>: <i>he sits before posterity
+silent</i>, <i>Mr. Forster&rsquo;s appeal echoing down the
+ages</i>.&nbsp; <i>Horror is due to ourselves</i>, <i>in that we
+have so long coquetted with political crime</i>; <i>not seriously
+weighing</i>, <i>not acutely following it from cause to
+consequence</i>; <i>but with a generous</i>, <i>unfounded heat of
+sentiment</i>, <i>like the schoolboy with the penny tale</i>,
+<i>applauding what was specious</i>.&nbsp; <i>When it touched
+ourselves</i> (<i>truly in a vile shape</i>), <i>we proved false
+to the imaginations</i>; <i>discovered</i>, <i>in a clap</i>,
+<i>that crime was no less cruel and no less ugly under sounding
+names</i>; <i>and recoiled from our false deities</i>.</p>
+<p><!-- page vi--><a name="pagevi"></a><span class="pagenum">p.
+vi</span><i>But seriousness comes most in place when we are to
+speak of our defenders</i>.&nbsp; <i>Whoever be in the right in
+this great and confused war of politics</i>; <i>whatever elements
+of greed</i>, <i>whatever traits of the bully</i>, <i>dishonour
+both parties in this inhuman contest</i>;&mdash;<i>your side</i>,
+<i>your part</i>, <i>is at least pure of doubt</i>.&nbsp;
+<i>Yours is the side of the child</i>, <i>of the breeding
+woman</i>, <i>of individual pity and public trust</i>.&nbsp;
+<i>If our society were the mere kingdom of the devil</i> (<i>as
+indeed it wears some of his colours</i>) <i>it yet embraces many
+precious elements and many innocent persons whom it is a glory to
+defend</i>.&nbsp; <i>Courage and devotion</i>, <i>so common in
+the ranks of the police</i>, <i>so little recognised</i>, <i>so
+meagrely rewarded</i>, <i>have at length found their
+commemoration in an historical act</i>.&nbsp; <i>History</i>,
+<i>which will represent Mr. Parnell sitting silent under the
+appeal of Mr. Forster</i>, <i>and Gordon setting forth upon his
+tragic enterprise</i>, <i>will not forget Mr. Cole carrying the
+dynamite in his defenceless hands</i>, <i>nor Mr. Cox coming
+coolly to his aid</i>.</p>
+<p style="text-align: right"><i>ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON</i></p>
+<p style="text-align: right"><i>FANNY VAN </i><span
+class="smcap"><i>de</i></span><i> GRIFT STEVENSON</i></p>
+<h2><!-- page vii--><a name="pagevii"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. vii</span>CONTENTS<br />
+<i>THE DYNAMITER</i></h2>
+<table>
+<tr>
+<td><p>&nbsp;</p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span
+class="smcap">page</span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p><span class="smcap">Prologue of the Cigar Divan</span></p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page1">1</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p><span class="smcap">Challoner&rsquo;s
+Adventure</span>:</p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right">&nbsp;</p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">The Squire of
+Dames</span></p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page13">13</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">Story of the
+Destroying Angel</span></p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page27">27</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p><span class="smcap">The Squire of Dames</span>
+(<i>continued</i>)</p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page76">76</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p><span class="smcap">Summerset&rsquo;s
+Adventure</span>:</p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right">&nbsp;</p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">The Superfluous
+Mansion</span></p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page100">100</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">Narrative of the
+Spirited Old Lady</span></p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page108">108</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p><span class="smcap">The Superfluous Mansion</span>
+(<i>continued</i>)</p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page145">145</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">Zero&rsquo;s Tale of
+the Explosive Bomb</span></p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page195">195</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p><span class="smcap">Desborough&rsquo;s
+Adventure</span>:</p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right">&nbsp;</p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">The Brown
+Box</span></p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page209">209</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<span class="smcap">Story of the Fair
+Cuban</span></p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page219">219</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p><span class="smcap">The Brown Box</span>
+(<i>continued</i>)</p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page269">269</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p><span class="smcap">The Superfluous Mansion</span>
+(<i>continued</i>)</p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page286">286</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+<tr>
+<td><p><span class="smcap">Epilogue of the Cigar Divan</span></p>
+</td>
+<td><p style="text-align: right"><span class="indexpageno"><a
+href="#page299">299</a></span></p>
+</td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+<h2><!-- page viii--><a name="pageviii"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. viii</span>A NOTE FOR THE READER</h2>
+<p>It is within the bounds of possibility that you may take up
+this volume, and yet be unacquainted with its predecessor: the
+first series of <span class="smcap">New Arabian
+Nights</span>.&nbsp; The loss is yours&mdash;and mine; or to be
+more exact, my publishers&rsquo;.&nbsp; But if you are thus
+unlucky, the least I can do is to pass you a hint.&nbsp; When you
+shall find a reference in the following pages to one Theophilus
+Godall of the Bohemian Cigar Divan in Rupert Street, Soho, you
+must be prepared to recognise, under his features, no less a
+person than Prince Florizel of Bohemia, formerly one of the
+magnates of Europe, now dethroned, exiled, impoverished, and
+embarked in the tobacco trade.</p>
+<p style="text-align: right">R. L. S.</p>
+<h2><!-- page 1--><a name="page1"></a><span class="pagenum">p.
+1</span><i>PROLOGUE OF THE CIGAR DIVAN</i></h2>
+<p>In the city of encounters, the Bagdad of the West, and, to be
+more precise, on the broad northern pavement of Leicester Square,
+two young men of five- or six-and-twenty met after years of
+separation.&nbsp; The first, who was of a very smooth address and
+clothed in the best fashion, hesitated to recognise the pinched
+and shabby air of his companion.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What!&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;Paul Somerset!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am indeed Paul Somerset,&rsquo; returned the other,
+&lsquo;or what remains of him after a well-deserved experience of
+poverty and law.&nbsp; But in you, Challoner, I can perceive no
+change; and time may be said, without hyperbole, to write no
+wrinkle on your azure brow.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;All,&rsquo; replied Challoner, &lsquo;is not gold that
+glitters.&nbsp; But we are here in an ill posture for
+confidences, and interrupt the movement of these ladies.&nbsp;
+Let us, if you please, find a more private corner.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;If you will allow me to guide you,&rsquo; replied
+Somerset, &lsquo;I will offer you the best cigar in
+London.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>And taking the arm of his companion, he led him in silence and
+at a brisk pace to the door of a quiet establishment in Rupert
+Street, Soho.&nbsp; The entrance was adorned with one of those
+gigantic Highlanders of wood which have almost risen to the
+standing of antiquities; and across the window-glass, which
+sheltered the usual display of pipes, tobacco, and cigars, there
+ran the gilded legend: &lsquo;Bohemian Cigar Divan, by T.
+Godall.&rsquo;&nbsp; The interior of the shop was small, but
+commodious and ornate; the salesman grave, smiling, and urbane;
+and the two young men, each puffing a select regalia, had soon
+taken their places on a sofa of mouse-coloured plush and
+proceeded to exchange their stories.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am now,&rsquo; said Somerset, &lsquo;a barrister; but
+Providence and the attorneys have hitherto denied me the
+opportunity to shine.&nbsp; A select society at the Cheshire
+Cheese engaged my evenings; my afternoons, as Mr. Godall could
+testify, have been generally passed in this divan; and my
+mornings, I have taken the precaution to abbreviate by not rising
+before twelve.&nbsp; At this rate, my little patrimony was very
+rapidly, and I am proud to remember, most agreeably
+expended.&nbsp; Since then a gentleman, who has really nothing
+else to recommend him beyond the fact of being my maternal uncle,
+deals me the small sum of ten shillings a week; and if you behold
+me once more revisiting the glimpses of the street lamps in my
+favourite quarter, you will readily divine that I have come into
+a fortune.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I should not have supposed so,&rsquo; replied
+Challoner.&nbsp; &lsquo;But doubtless I met you on the way to
+your tailors.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is a visit that I purpose to delay,&rsquo; returned
+Somerset, with a smile.&nbsp; &lsquo;My fortune has definite
+limits.&nbsp; It consists, or rather this morning it consisted,
+of one hundred pounds.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That is certainly odd,&rsquo; said Challoner;
+&lsquo;yes, certainly the coincidence is strange.&nbsp; I am
+myself reduced to the same margin.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You!&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;And yet
+Solomon in all his glory&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Such is the fact.&nbsp; I am, dear boy, on my last
+legs,&rsquo; said Challoner.&nbsp; &lsquo;Besides the clothes in
+which you see me, I have scarcely a decent trouser in my
+wardrobe; and if I knew how, I would this instant set about some
+sort of work or commerce.&nbsp; With a hundred pounds for
+capital, a man should push his way.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It may be,&rsquo; returned Somerset; &lsquo;but what to
+do with mine is more than I can fancy.&nbsp; Mr. Godall,&rsquo;
+he added, addressing the salesman, &lsquo;you are a man who knows
+the world: what can a young fellow of reasonable education do
+with a hundred pounds?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It depends,&rsquo; replied the salesman, withdrawing
+his cheroot.&nbsp; &lsquo;The power of money is an article of
+faith in which I profess myself a sceptic.&nbsp; A hundred pounds
+will with difficulty support you for a year; with somewhat more
+difficulty you may spend it in a night; and without any
+difficulty at all you may lose it in five minutes on the Stock
+Exchange.&nbsp; If you are of that stamp of man that rises, a
+penny would be as useful; if you belong to those that fall, a
+penny would be no more useless.&nbsp; When I was myself thrown
+unexpectedly upon the world, it was my fortune to possess an art:
+I knew a good cigar.&nbsp; Do you know nothing, Mr.
+Somerset?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Not even law,&rsquo; was the reply.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The answer is worthy of a sage,&rsquo; returned Mr.
+Godall.&nbsp; &lsquo;And you, sir,&rsquo; he continued, turning
+to Challoner, &lsquo;as the friend of Mr. Somerset, may I be
+allowed to address you the same question?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well,&rsquo; replied Challoner, &lsquo;I play a fair
+hand at whist.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;How many persons are there in London,&rsquo; returned
+the salesman, &lsquo;who have two-and-thirty teeth?&nbsp; Believe
+me, young gentleman, there are more still who play a fair hand at
+whist.&nbsp; Whist, sir, is wide as the world; &rsquo;tis an
+accomplishment like breathing.&nbsp; I once knew a youth who
+announced that he was studying to be Chancellor of England; the
+design was certainly ambitious; but I find it less excessive than
+that of the man who aspires to make a livelihood by
+whist.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Dear me,&rsquo; said Challoner, &lsquo;I am afraid I
+shall have to fall to be a working man.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Fall to be a working man?&rsquo; echoed Mr.
+Godall.&nbsp; &lsquo;Suppose a rural dean to be unfrocked, does
+he fall to be a major? suppose a captain were cashiered, would he
+fall to be a puisne judge?&nbsp; The ignorance of your middle
+class surprises me.&nbsp; Outside itself, it thinks the world to
+lie quite ignorant and equal, sunk in a common degradation; but
+to the eye of the observer, all ranks are seen to stand in
+ordered hierarchies, and each adorned with its particular
+aptitudes and knowledge.&nbsp; By the defects of your education
+you are more disqualified to be a working man than to be the
+ruler of an empire.&nbsp; The gulf, sir, is below; and the true
+learned arts&mdash;those which alone are safe from the
+competition of insurgent laymen&mdash;are those which give his
+title to the artisan.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This is a very pompous fellow,&rsquo; said Challoner,
+in the ear of his companion.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;He is immense,&rsquo; said Somerset.</p>
+<p>Just then the door of the divan was opened, and a third young
+fellow made his appearance, and rather bashfully requested some
+tobacco.&nbsp; He was younger than the others; and, in a somewhat
+meaningless and altogether English way, he was a handsome
+lad.&nbsp; When he had been served, and had lighted his pipe and
+taken his place upon the sofa, he recalled himself to Challoner
+by the name of Desborough.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Desborough, to be sure,&rsquo; cried Challoner.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Well, Desborough, and what do you do?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The fact is,&rsquo; said Desborough, &lsquo;that I am
+doing nothing.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;A private fortune possibly?&rsquo; inquired the
+other.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well, no,&rsquo; replied Desborough, rather
+sulkily.&nbsp; &lsquo;The fact is that I am waiting for something
+to turn up.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;All in the same boat!&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;And have you, too, one hundred pounds?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Worse luck,&rsquo; said Mr. Desborough.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This is a very pathetic sight, Mr. Godall,&rsquo; said
+Somerset: &lsquo;Three futiles.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;A character of this crowded age,&rsquo; returned the
+salesman.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; said Somerset, &lsquo;I deny that the age
+is crowded; I will admit one fact, and one fact only: that I am
+futile, that he is futile, and that we are all three as futile as
+the devil.&nbsp; What am I?&nbsp; I have smattered law, smattered
+letters, smattered geography, smattered mathematics; I have even
+a working knowledge of judicial astrology; and here I stand, all
+London roaring by at the street&rsquo;s end, as impotent as any
+baby.&nbsp; I have a prodigious contempt for my maternal uncle;
+but without him, it is idle to deny it, I should simply resolve
+into my elements like an unstable mixture.&nbsp; I begin to
+perceive that it is necessary to know some one thing to the
+bottom&mdash;were it only literature.&nbsp; And yet, sir, the man
+of the world is a great feature of this age; he is possessed of
+an extraordinary mass and variety of knowledge; he is everywhere
+at home; he has seen life in all its phases; and it is impossible
+but that this great habit of existence should bear fruit.&nbsp; I
+count myself a man of the world, accomplished,
+<i>cap-&agrave;-pie</i>.&nbsp; So do you, Challoner.&nbsp; And
+you, Mr. Desborough?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh yes,&rsquo; returned the young man.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well then, Mr. Godall, here we stand, three men of the
+world, without a trade to cover us, but planted at the strategic
+centre of the universe (for so you will allow me to call Rupert
+Street), in the midst of the chief mass of people, and within
+ear-shot of the most continuous chink of money on the surface of
+the globe.&nbsp; Sir, as civilised men, what do we do?&nbsp; I
+will show you.&nbsp; You take in a paper?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I take,&rsquo; said Mr. Godall solemnly, &lsquo;the
+best paper in the world, the <i>Standard</i>.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Good,&rsquo; resumed Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;I now hold
+it in my hand, the voice of the world, a telephone repeating all
+men&rsquo;s wants.&nbsp; I open it, and where my eye first
+falls&mdash;well, no, not Morrison&rsquo;s Pills&mdash;but here,
+sure enough, and but a little above, I find the joint that I was
+seeking; here is the weak spot in the armour of society.&nbsp;
+Here is a want, a plaint, an offer of substantial gratitude:
+&ldquo;<i>Two hundred Pounds Reward</i>.&mdash;The above reward
+will be paid to any person giving information as to the identity
+and whereabouts of a man observed yesterday in the neighbourhood
+of the Green Park.&nbsp; He was over six feet in height, with
+shoulders disproportionately broad, close shaved, with black
+moustaches, and wearing a sealskin great-coat.&rdquo;&nbsp;
+There, gentlemen, our fortune, if not made, is
+founded.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Do you then propose, dear boy, that we should turn
+detectives?&rsquo; inquired Challoner.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Do I propose it?&nbsp; No, sir,&rsquo; cried
+Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;It is reason, destiny, the plain face of
+the world, that commands and imposes it.&nbsp; Here all our
+merits tell; our manners, habit of the world, powers of
+conversation, vast stores of unconnected knowledge, all that we
+are and have builds up the character of the complete
+detective.&nbsp; It is, in short, the only profession for a
+gentleman.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The proposition is perhaps excessive,&rsquo; replied
+Challoner; &lsquo;for hitherto I own I have regarded it as of all
+dirty, sneaking, and ungentlemanly trades, the least and
+lowest.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;To defend society?&rsquo; asked Somerset; &lsquo;to
+stake one&rsquo;s life for others? to deracinate occult and
+powerful evil?&nbsp; I appeal to Mr. Godall.&nbsp; He, at least,
+as a philosophic looker-on at life, will spit upon such
+philistine opinions.&nbsp; He knows that the policeman, as he is
+called upon continually to face greater odds, and that both worse
+equipped and for a better cause, is in form and essence a more
+noble hero than the soldier.&nbsp; Do you, by any chance, deceive
+yourself into supposing that a general would either ask or
+expect, from the best army ever marshalled, and on the most
+momentous battle-field, the conduct of a common constable at
+Peckham Rye?&rsquo; <a name="citation9"></a><a href="#footnote9"
+class="citation">[9]</a></p>
+<p>&lsquo;I did not understand we were to join the force,&rsquo;
+said Challoner.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Nor shall we.&nbsp; These are the hands; but
+here&mdash;here, sir, is the head,&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Enough; it is decreed.&nbsp; We shall hunt down this
+miscreant in the sealskin coat.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Suppose that we agreed,&rsquo; retorted Challoner,
+&lsquo;you have no plan, no knowledge; you know not where to seek
+for a beginning.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Challoner!&rsquo; cried Somerset, &lsquo;is it possible
+that you hold the doctrine of Free Will?&nbsp; And are you devoid
+of any tincture of philosophy, that you should harp on such
+exploded fallacies?&nbsp; Chance, the blind Madonna of the Pagan,
+rules this terrestrial bustle; and in Chance I place my sole
+reliance.&nbsp; Chance has brought us three together; when we
+next separate and go forth our several ways, Chance will
+continually drag before our careless eyes a thousand eloquent
+clues, not to this mystery only, but to the countless mysteries
+by which we live surrounded.&nbsp; Then comes the part of the man
+of the world, of the detective born and bred.&nbsp; This clue,
+which the whole town beholds without comprehension, swift as a
+cat, he leaps upon it, makes it his, follows it with craft and
+passion, and from one trifling circumstance divines a
+world.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Just so,&rsquo; said Challoner; &lsquo;and I am
+delighted that you should recognise these virtues in
+yourself.&nbsp; But in the meanwhile, dear boy, I own myself
+incapable of joining.&nbsp; I was neither born nor bred as a
+detective, but as a placable and very thirsty gentleman; and, for
+my part, I begin to weary for a drink.&nbsp; As for clues and
+adventures, the only adventure that is ever likely to occur to me
+will be an adventure with a bailiff.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Now there is the fallacy,&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;There I catch the secret of your futility in life.&nbsp;
+The world teems and bubbles with adventure; it besieges you along
+the street: hands waving out of windows, swindlers coming up and
+swearing they knew you when you were abroad, affable and doubtful
+people of all sorts and conditions begging and truckling for your
+notice.&nbsp; But not you: you turn away, you walk your seedy
+mill round, you must go the dullest way.&nbsp; Now here, I beg of
+you, the next adventure that offers itself, embrace it in with
+both your arms; whatever it looks, grimy or romantic, grasp
+it.&nbsp; I will do the like; the devil is in it, but at least we
+shall have fun; and each in turn we shall narrate the story of
+our fortunes to my philosophic friend of the divan, the great
+Godall, now hearing me with inward joy.&nbsp; Come, is it a
+bargain?&nbsp; Will you, indeed, both promise to welcome every
+chance that offers, to plunge boldly into every opening, and,
+keeping the eye wary and the head composed, to study and piece
+together all that happens?&nbsp; Come, promise: let me open to
+you the doors of the great profession of intrigue.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is not much in my way,&rsquo; said Challoner,
+&lsquo;but, since you make a point of it, amen.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I don&rsquo;t mind promising,&rsquo; said Desborough,
+&lsquo;but nothing will happen to me.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;O faithless ones!&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;But at least I have your promises; and Godall, I perceive,
+is transported with delight.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I promise myself at least much pleasure from your
+various narratives,&rsquo; said the salesman, with the customary
+calm polish of his manner.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And now, gentlemen,&rsquo; concluded Somerset,
+&lsquo;let us separate.&nbsp; I hasten to put myself in
+fortune&rsquo;s way.&nbsp; Hark how, in this quiet corner, London
+roars like the noise of battle; four million destinies are here
+concentred; and in the strong panoply of one hundred pounds,
+payable to the bearer, I am about to plunge into that
+web.&rsquo;</p>
+<h2><!-- page 13--><a name="page13"></a><span class="pagenum">p.
+13</span>CHALLONER&rsquo;S ADVENTURE</h2>
+<h3><i>THE SQUIRE OF DAMES</i></h3>
+<p>Mr. Edward Challoner had set up lodgings in the suburb of
+Putney, where he enjoyed a parlour and bedroom and the sincere
+esteem of the people of the house.&nbsp; To this remote home he
+found himself, at a very early hour in the morning of the next
+day, condemned to set forth on foot.&nbsp; He was a young man of
+a portly habit; no lover of the exercises of the body; bland,
+sedentary, patient of delay, a prop of omnibuses.&nbsp; In
+happier days he would have chartered a cab; but these luxuries
+were now denied him; and with what courage he could muster he
+addressed himself to walk.</p>
+<p>It was then the height of the season and the summer; the
+weather was serene and cloudless; and as he paced under the
+blinded houses and along the vacant streets, the chill of the
+dawn had fled, and some of the warmth and all the brightness of
+the July day already shone upon the city.&nbsp; He walked at
+first in a profound abstraction, bitterly reviewing and repenting
+his performances at whist; but as he advanced into the labyrinth
+of the south-west, his ear was gradually mastered by the
+silence.&nbsp; Street after street looked down upon his solitary
+figure, house after house echoed upon his passage with a ghostly
+jar, shop after shop displayed its shuttered front and its
+commercial legend; and meanwhile he steered his course, under
+day&rsquo;s effulgent dome and through this encampment of diurnal
+sleepers, lonely as a ship.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Here,&rsquo; he reflected, &lsquo;if I were like my
+scatter-brained companion, here were indeed the scene where I
+might look for an adventure.&nbsp; Here, in broad day, the
+streets are secret as in the blackest night of January, and in
+the midst of some four million sleepers, solitary as the woods of
+Yucatan.&nbsp; If I but raise my voice I could summon up the
+number of an army, and yet the grave is not more silent than this
+city of sleep.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He was still following these quaint and serious musings when
+he came into a street of more mingled ingredients than was common
+in the quarter.&nbsp; Here, on the one hand, framed in walls and
+the green tops of trees, were several of those discreet,
+<i>bijou</i> residences on which propriety is apt to look
+askance.&nbsp; Here, too, were many of the brick-fronted barracks
+of the poor; a plaster cow, perhaps, serving as ensign to a
+dairy, or a ticket announcing the business of the mangler.&nbsp;
+Before one such house, that stood a little separate among walled
+gardens, a cat was playing with a straw, and Challoner paused a
+moment, looking on this sleek and solitary creature, who seemed
+an emblem of the neighbouring peace.&nbsp; With the cessation of
+the sound of his own steps the silence fell dead; the house stood
+smokeless: the blinds down, the whole machinery of life arrested;
+and it seemed to Challoner that he should hear the breathing of
+the sleepers.</p>
+<p>As he so stood, he was startled by a dull and jarring
+detonation from within.&nbsp; This was followed by a monstrous
+hissing and simmering as from a kettle of the bigness of St.
+Paul&rsquo;s; and at the same time from every chink of door and
+window spirted an ill-smelling vapour.&nbsp; The cat disappeared
+with a cry.&nbsp; Within the lodging-house feet pounded on the
+stairs; the door flew back, emitting clouds of smoke; and two men
+and an elegantly dressed young lady tumbled forth into the street
+and fled without a word.&nbsp; The hissing had already ceased,
+the smoke was melting in the air, the whole event had come and
+gone as in a dream, and still Challoner was rooted to the
+spot.&nbsp; At last his reason and his fear awoke together, and
+with the most unwonted energy he fell to running.</p>
+<p>Little by little this first dash relaxed, and presently he had
+resumed his sober gait and begun to piece together, out of the
+confused report of his senses, some theory of the
+occurrence.&nbsp; But the occasion of the sounds and stench that
+had so suddenly assailed him, and the strange conjunction of
+fugitives whom he had seen to issue from the house, were
+mysteries beyond his plummet.&nbsp; With an obscure awe he
+considered them in his mind, continuing, meanwhile, to thread the
+web of streets, and once more alone in morning sunshine.</p>
+<p>In his first retreat he had entirely wandered; and now,
+steering vaguely west, it was his luck to light upon an
+unpretending street, which presently widened so as to admit a
+strip of gardens in the midst.&nbsp; Here was quite a stir of
+birds; even at that hour, the shadow of the leaves was grateful;
+instead of the burnt atmosphere of cities, there was something
+brisk and rural in the air; and Challoner paced forward, his eyes
+upon the pavement and his mind running upon distant scenes, till
+he was recalled, upon a sudden, by a wall that blocked his
+further progress.&nbsp; This street, whose name I have forgotten,
+is no thoroughfare.</p>
+<p>He was not the first who had wandered there that morning; for
+as he raised his eyes with an agreeable deliberation, they
+alighted on the figure of a girl, in whom he was struck to
+recognise the third of the incongruous fugitives.&nbsp; She had
+run there, seemingly, blindfold; the wall had checked her career:
+and being entirely wearied, she had sunk upon the ground beside
+the garden railings, soiling her dress among the summer
+dust.&nbsp; Each saw the other in the same instant of time; and
+she, with one wild look, sprang to her feet and began to hurry
+from the scene.</p>
+<p>Challoner was doubly startled to meet once more the heroine of
+his adventure, and to observe the fear with which she shunned
+him.&nbsp; Pity and alarm, in nearly equal forces, contested the
+possession of his mind; and yet, in spite of both, he saw himself
+condemned to follow in the lady&rsquo;s wake.&nbsp; He did so
+gingerly, as fearing to increase her terrors; but, tread as
+lightly as he might, his footfalls eloquently echoed in the empty
+street.&nbsp; Their sound appeared to strike in her some strong
+emotion; for scarce had he begun to follow ere she paused.&nbsp;
+A second time she addressed herself to flight; and a second time
+she paused.&nbsp; Then she turned about, and with doubtful steps
+and the most attractive appearance of timidity, drew near to the
+young man.&nbsp; He on his side continued to advance with similar
+signals of distress and bashfulness.&nbsp; At length, when they
+were but some steps apart, he saw her eyes brim over, and she
+reached out both her hands in eloquent appeal.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Are you an English gentleman?&rsquo; she cried.</p>
+<p>The unhappy Challoner regarded her with consternation.&nbsp;
+He was the spirit of fine courtesy, and would have blushed to
+fail in his devoirs to any lady; but, in the other scale, he was
+a man averse from amorous adventures.&nbsp; He looked east and
+west; but the houses that looked down upon this interview
+remained inexorably shut; and he saw himself, though in the full
+glare of the day&rsquo;s eye, cut off from any human
+intervention.&nbsp; His looks returned at last upon the
+suppliant.&nbsp; He remarked with irritation that she was
+charming both in face and figure, elegantly dressed and gloved; a
+lady undeniable; the picture of distress and innocence; weeping
+and lost in the city of diurnal sleep.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;I protest you have no
+cause to fear intrusion; and if I have appeared to follow you,
+the fault is in this street, which has deceived us
+both.&rsquo;&nbsp; An unmistakable relief appeared upon the
+lady&rsquo;s face.&nbsp; &lsquo;I might have guessed it!&rsquo;
+she exclaimed.&nbsp; &lsquo;Thank you a thousand times!&nbsp; But
+at this hour, in this appalling silence, and among all these
+staring windows, I am lost in terrors&mdash;oh, lost in
+them!&rsquo; she cried, her face blanching at the words.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I beg you to lend me your arm,&rsquo; she added with the
+loveliest, suppliant inflection.&nbsp; &lsquo;I dare not go
+alone; my nerve is gone&mdash;I had a shock, oh, what a
+shock!&nbsp; I beg of you to be my escort.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My dear madam,&rsquo; responded Challoner heavily,
+&lsquo;my arm is at your service.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;She took it and clung to it for a moment, struggling
+with her sobs; and the next, with feverish hurry, began to lead
+him in the direction of the city.&nbsp; One thing was plain,
+among so much that was obscure: it was plain her fears were
+genuine.&nbsp; Still, as she went, she spied around as if for
+dangers; and now she would shiver like a person in a chill, and
+now clutch his arm in hers.&nbsp; To Challoner her terror was at
+once repugnant and infectious; it gained and mastered, while it
+still offended him; and he wailed in spirit and longed for
+release.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; he said at last, &lsquo;I am, of course,
+charmed to be of use to any lady; but I confess I was bound in a
+direction opposite to that you follow, and a word of
+explanation&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Hush!&rsquo; she sobbed, &lsquo;not here&mdash;not
+here!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The blood of Challoner ran cold.&nbsp; He might have thought
+the lady mad; but his memory was charged with more perilous
+stuff; and in view of the detonation, the smoke and the flight of
+the ill-assorted trio, his mind was lost among mysteries.&nbsp;
+So they continued to thread the maze of streets in silence, with
+the speed of a guilty flight, and both thrilling with
+incommunicable terrors.&nbsp; In time, however, and above all by
+their quick pace of walking, the pair began to rise to firmer
+spirits; the lady ceased to peer about the corners; and
+Challoner, emboldened by the resonant tread and distant figure of
+a constable, returned to the charge with more of spirit and
+directness.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I thought,&rsquo; said he, in the tone of conversation,
+&lsquo;that I had indistinctly perceived you leaving a villa in
+the company of two gentlemen.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh!&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;you need not fear to wound
+me by the truth.&nbsp; You saw me flee from a common
+lodging-house, and my companions were not gentlemen.&nbsp; In
+such a case, the best of compliments is to be frank.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I thought,&rsquo; resumed Challoner, encouraged as much
+as he was surprised by the spirit of her reply, &lsquo;to have
+perceived, besides, a certain odour.&nbsp; A noise, too&mdash;I
+do not know to what I should compare it&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Silence!&rsquo; she cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;You do not know
+the danger you invoke.&nbsp; Wait, only wait; and as soon as we
+have left those streets, and got beyond the reach of listeners,
+all shall be explained.&nbsp; Meanwhile, avoid the topic.&nbsp;
+What a sight is this sleeping city!&rsquo; she exclaimed; and
+then, with a most thrilling voice, &lsquo;&ldquo;Dear God,&rdquo;
+she quoted, &ldquo;the very houses seem asleep, and all that
+mighty heart is lying still.&rdquo;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I perceive, madam,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;you are a
+reader.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am more than that,&rsquo; she answered, with a
+sigh.&nbsp; &lsquo;I am a girl condemned to thoughts beyond her
+age; and so untoward is my fate, that this walk upon the arm of a
+stranger is like an interlude of peace.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>They had come by this time to the neighbourhood of the
+Victoria Station and here, at a street corner, the young lady
+paused, withdrew her arm from Challoner&rsquo;s, and looked up
+and down as though in pain or indecision.&nbsp; Then, with a
+lovely change of countenance, and laying her gloved hand upon his
+arm&mdash;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What you already think of me,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;I
+tremble to conceive; yet I must here condemn myself still
+further.&nbsp; Here I must leave you, and here I beseech you to
+wait for my return.&nbsp; Do not attempt to follow me or spy upon
+my actions.&nbsp; Suspend yet awhile your judgment of a girl as
+innocent as your own sister; and do not, above all, desert
+me.&nbsp; Stranger as you are, I have none else to look to.&nbsp;
+You see me in sorrow and great fear; you are a gentleman,
+courteous and kind: and when I beg for a few minutes&rsquo;
+patience, I make sure beforehand you will not deny me.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Challoner grudgingly promised; and the young lady, with a
+grateful eye-shot, vanished round the corner.&nbsp; But the force
+of her appeal had been a little blunted; for the young man was
+not only destitute of sisters, but of any female relative nearer
+than a great-aunt in Wales.&nbsp; Now he was alone, besides, the
+spell that he had hitherto obeyed began to weaken; he considered
+his behaviour with a sneer; and plucking up the spirit of revolt,
+he started in pursuit.&nbsp; The reader, if he has ever plied the
+fascinating trade of the noctambulist, will not be unaware that,
+in the neighbourhood of the great railway centres, certain early
+taverns inaugurate the business of the day.&nbsp; It was into one
+of these that Challoner, coming round the corner of the block,
+beheld his charming companion disappear.&nbsp; To say he was
+surprised were inexact, for he had long since left that sentiment
+behind him.&nbsp; Acute disgust and disappointment seized upon
+his soul; and with silent oaths, he damned this commonplace
+enchantress.&nbsp; She had scarce been gone a second, ere the
+swing-doors reopened, and she appeared again in company with a
+young man of mean and slouching attire.&nbsp; For some five or
+six exchanges they conversed together with an animated air; then
+the fellow shouldered again into the tap; and the young lady,
+with something swifter than a walk, retraced her steps towards
+Challoner.&nbsp; He saw her coming, a miracle of grace; her
+ankle, as she hurried, flashing from her dress; her movements
+eloquent of speed and youth; and though he still entertained some
+thoughts of flight, they grew miserably fainter as the distance
+lessened.&nbsp; Against mere beauty he was proof: it was her
+unmistakable gentility that now robbed him of the courage of his
+cowardice.&nbsp; With a proved adventuress he had acted strictly
+on his right; with one who, in spite of all, he could not quite
+deny to be a lady, he found himself disarmed.&nbsp; At the very
+corner from whence he had spied upon her interview, she came upon
+him, still transfixed, and&mdash;&lsquo;Ah!&rsquo; she cried,
+with a bright flush of colour.&nbsp; &lsquo;Ah!&nbsp;
+Ungenerous!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The sharpness of the attack somewhat restored the Squire of
+Dames to the possession of himself.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; he returned, with a fair show of
+stoutness, &lsquo;I do not think that hitherto you can complain
+of any lack of generosity; I have suffered myself to be led over
+a considerable portion of the metropolis; and if I now request
+you to discharge me of my office of protector, you have friends
+at hand who will be glad of the succession.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>She stood a moment dumb.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is well,&rsquo; she said.&nbsp; &lsquo;Go! go, and
+may God help me!&nbsp; You have seen me&mdash;me, an innocent
+girl! fleeing from a dire catastrophe and haunted by sinister
+men; and neither pity, curiosity, nor honour move you to await my
+explanation or to help in my distress.&nbsp; Go!&rsquo; she
+repeated.&nbsp; &lsquo;I am lost indeed.&rsquo;&nbsp; And with a
+passionate gesture she turned and fled along the street.</p>
+<p>Challoner observed her retreat and disappear, an almost
+intolerable sense of guilt contending with the profound sense
+that he was being gulled.&nbsp; She was no sooner gone than the
+first of these feelings took the upper hand; he felt, if he had
+done her less than justice, that his conduct was a perfect model
+of the ungracious; the cultured tone of her voice, her choice of
+language, and the elegant decorum of her movements, cried out
+aloud against a harsh construction; and between penitence and
+curiosity he began slowly to follow in her wake.&nbsp; At the
+corner he had her once more full in view.&nbsp; Her speed was
+failing like a stricken bird&rsquo;s.&nbsp; Even as he looked,
+she threw her arm out gropingly, and fell and leaned against the
+wall.&nbsp; At the spectacle, Challoner&rsquo;s fortitude gave
+way.&nbsp; In a few strides he overtook her and, for the first
+time removing his hat, assured her in the most moving terms of
+his entire respect and firm desire to help her.&nbsp; He spoke at
+first unheeded; but gradually it appeared that she began to
+comprehend his words; she moved a little, and drew herself
+upright; and finally, as with a sudden movement of forgiveness,
+turned on the young man a countenance in which reproach and
+gratitude were mingled.&nbsp; &lsquo;Ah, madam,&rsquo; he cried,
+&lsquo;use me as you will!&rsquo;&nbsp; And once more, but now
+with a great air of deference, he offered her the conduct of his
+arm.&nbsp; She took it with a sigh that struck him to the heart;
+and they began once more to trace the deserted streets.&nbsp; But
+now her steps, as though exhausted by emotion, began to linger on
+the way; she leaned the more heavily upon his arm; and he, like
+the parent bird, stooped fondly above his drooping convoy.&nbsp;
+Her physical distress was not accompanied by any failing of her
+spirits; and hearing her strike so soon into a playful and
+charming vein of talk, Challoner could not sufficiently admire
+the elasticity of his companion&rsquo;s nature.&nbsp; &lsquo;Let
+me forget,&rsquo; she had said, &lsquo;for one half hour, let me
+forget;&rsquo; and sure enough, with the very word, her sorrows
+appeared to be forgotten.&nbsp; Before every house she paused,
+invented a name for the proprietor, and sketched his character:
+here lived the old general whom she was to marry on the fifth of
+the next month, there was the mansion of the rich widow who had
+set her heart on Challoner; and though she still hung wearily on
+the young man&rsquo;s arm, her laughter sounded low and pleasant
+in his ears.&nbsp; &lsquo;Ah,&rsquo; she sighed, by way of
+commentary, &lsquo;in such a life as mine I must seize tight hold
+of any happiness that I can find.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>When they arrived, in this leisurely manner, at the head of
+Grosvenor Place, the gates of the park were opening and the
+bedraggled company of night-walkers were being at last admitted
+into that paradise of lawns.&nbsp; Challoner and his companion
+followed the movement, and walked for awhile in silence in that
+tatterdemalion crowd; but as one after another, weary with the
+night&rsquo;s patrolling of the city pavement, sank upon the
+benches or wandered into separate paths, the vast extent of the
+park had soon utterly swallowed up the last of these intruders;
+and the pair proceeded on their way alone in the grateful quiet
+of the morning.</p>
+<p>Presently they came in sight of a bench, standing very open on
+a mound of turf.&nbsp; The young lady looked about her with
+relief.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Here,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;here at last we are
+secure from listeners.&nbsp; Here, then, you shall learn and
+judge my history.&nbsp; I could not bear that we should part, and
+that you should still suppose your kindness squandered upon one
+who was unworthy.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Thereupon she sat down upon the bench, and motioning Challoner
+to take a place immediately beside her, began in the following
+words, and with the greatest appearance of enjoyment, to narrate
+the story of her life.</p>
+<h3><!-- page 27--><a name="page27"></a><span class="pagenum">p.
+27</span><i>STORY OF THE DESTROYING ANGEL</i></h3>
+<p>My father was a native of England, son of a cadet of a great,
+ancient, but untitled family; and by some event, fault or
+misfortune, he was driven to flee from the land of his birth and
+to lay aside the name of his ancestors.&nbsp; He sought the
+States; and instead of lingering in effeminate cities, pushed at
+once into the far West with an exploring party of
+frontiersmen.&nbsp; He was no ordinary traveller; for he was not
+only brave and impetuous by character, but learned in many
+sciences, and above all in botany, which he particularly
+loved.&nbsp; Thus it fell that, before many months, Fremont
+himself, the nominal leader of the troop, courted and bowed to
+his opinion.</p>
+<p>They had pushed, as I have said, into the still unknown
+regions of the West.&nbsp; For some time they followed the track
+of Mormon caravans, guiding themselves in that vast and
+melancholy desert by the skeletons of men and animals.&nbsp; Then
+they inclined their route a little to the north, and, losing even
+these dire memorials, came into a country of forbidding
+stillness.</p>
+<p>I have often heard my father dwell upon the features of that
+ride: rock, cliff, and barren moor alternated; the streams were
+very far between; and neither beast nor bird disturbed the
+solitude.&nbsp; On the fortieth day they had already run so short
+of food that it was judged advisable to call a halt and scatter
+upon all sides to hunt.&nbsp; A great fire was built, that its
+smoke might serve to rally them; and each man of the party
+mounted and struck off at a venture into the surrounding
+desert.</p>
+<p>My father rode for many hours with a steep range of cliffs
+upon the one hand, very black and horrible; and upon the other an
+unwatered vale dotted with boulders like the site of some
+subverted city.&nbsp; At length he found the slot of a great
+animal, and from the claw-marks and the hair among the brush,
+judged that he was on the track of a cinnamon bear of most
+unusual size.&nbsp; He quickened the pace of his steed, and still
+following the quarry, came at last to the division of two
+watersheds.&nbsp; On the far side the country was exceeding
+intricate and difficult, heaped with boulders, and dotted here
+and there with a few pines, which seemed to indicate the
+neighbourhood of water.&nbsp; Here, then, he picketed his horse,
+and relying on his trusty rifle, advanced alone into that
+wilderness.</p>
+<p>Presently, in the great silence that reigned, he was aware of
+the sound of running water to his right; and leaning in that
+direction, was rewarded by a scene of natural wonder and human
+pathos strangely intermixed.&nbsp; The stream ran at the bottom
+of a narrow and winding passage, whose wall-like sides of rock
+were sometimes for miles together unscalable by man.&nbsp; The
+water, when the stream was swelled with rains, must have filled
+it from side to side; the sun&rsquo;s rays only plumbed it in the
+hour of noon; the wind, in that narrow and damp funnel, blew
+tempestuously.&nbsp; And yet, in the bottom of this den,
+immediately below my father&rsquo;s eyes as he leaned over the
+margin of the cliff, a party of some half a hundred men, women,
+and children lay scattered uneasily among the rocks.&nbsp; They
+lay some upon their backs, some prone, and not one stirring;
+their upturned faces seemed all of an extraordinary paleness and
+emaciation; and from time to time, above the washing of the
+stream, a faint sound of moaning mounted to my father&rsquo;s
+ears.</p>
+<p>While he thus looked, an old man got staggering to his feet,
+unwound his blanket, and laid it, with great gentleness, on a
+young girl who sat hard by propped against a rock.&nbsp; The girl
+did not seem to be conscious of the act; and the old man, after
+having looked upon her with the most engaging pity, returned to
+his former bed and lay down again uncovered on the turf.&nbsp;
+But the scene had not passed without observation even in that
+starving camp.&nbsp; From the very outskirts of the party, a man
+with a white beard and seemingly of venerable years, rose upon
+his knees, and came crawling stealthily among the sleepers
+towards the girl; and judge of my father&rsquo;s indignation,
+when he beheld this cowardly miscreant strip from her both the
+coverings and return with them to his original position.&nbsp;
+Here he lay down for a while below his spoils, and, as my father
+imagined, feigned to be asleep; but presently he had raised
+himself again upon one elbow, looked with sharp scrutiny at his
+companions, and then swiftly carried his hand into his bosom and
+thence to his mouth.&nbsp; By the movement of his jaws he must be
+eating; in that camp of famine he had reserved a store of
+nourishment; and while his companions lay in the stupor of
+approaching death, secretly restored his powers.</p>
+<p>My father was so incensed at what he saw that he raised his
+rifle; and but for an accident, he has often declared, he would
+have shot the fellow dead upon the spot.&nbsp; How different
+would then have been my history!&nbsp; But it was not to be: even
+as he raised the barrel, his eye lighted on the bear, as it
+crawled along a ledge some way below him; and ceding to the
+hunters instinct, it was at the brute, not at the man, that he
+discharged his piece.&nbsp; The bear leaped and fell into a pool
+of the river; the canyon re-echoed the report; and in a moment
+the camp was afoot.&nbsp; With cries that were scarce human,
+stumbling, falling and throwing each other down, these starving
+people rushed upon the quarry; and before my father, climbing
+down by the ledge, had time to reach the level of the stream,
+many were already satisfying their hunger on the raw flesh, and a
+fire was being built by the more dainty.</p>
+<p>His arrival was for some time unremarked.&nbsp; He stood in
+the midst of these tottering and clay-faced marionettes; he was
+surrounded by their cries; but their whole soul was fixed on the
+dead carcass; even those who were too weak to move, lay,
+half-turned over, with their eyes riveted upon the bear; and my
+father, seeing himself stand as though invisible in the thick of
+this dreary hubbub, was seized with a desire to weep.&nbsp; A
+touch upon the arm restrained him.&nbsp; Turning about, he found
+himself face to face with the old man he had so nearly killed;
+and yet, at the second glance, recognised him for no old man at
+all, but one in the full strength of his years, and of a strong,
+speaking, and intellectual countenance stigmatised by weariness
+and famine.&nbsp; He beckoned my father near the cliff, and
+there, in the most private whisper, begged for brandy.&nbsp; My
+father looked at him with scorn: &lsquo;You remind me,&rsquo; he
+said, &lsquo;of a neglected duty.&nbsp; Here is my flask; it
+contains enough, I trust, to revive the women of your party; and
+I will begin with her whom I saw you robbing of her
+blankets.&rsquo;&nbsp; And with that, not heeding his appeals, my
+father turned his back upon the egoist.</p>
+<p>The girl still lay reclined against the rock; she lay too far
+sunk in the first stage of death to have observed the bustle
+round her couch; but when my father had raised her head, put the
+flask to her lips, and forced or aided her to swallow some drops
+of the restorative, she opened her languid eyes and smiled upon
+him faintly.&nbsp; Never was there a smile of a more touching
+sweetness; never were eyes more deeply violet, more honestly
+eloquent of the soul!&nbsp; I speak with knowledge, for these
+were the same eyes that smiled upon me in the cradle.&nbsp; From
+her who was to be his wife, my father, still jealously watched
+and followed by the man with the grey beard, carried his
+attentions to all the women of the party, and gave the last
+drainings of his flask to those among the men who seemed in the
+most need.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Is there none left? not a drop for me?&rsquo; said the
+man with the beard.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Not one drop,&rsquo; replied my father; &lsquo;and if
+you find yourself in want, let me counsel you to put your hand
+into the pocket of your coat.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah!&rsquo; cried the other, &lsquo;you misjudge
+me.&nbsp; You think me one who clings to life for selfish and
+commonplace considerations.&nbsp; But let me tell you, that were
+all this caravan to perish, the world would but be lightened of a
+weight.&nbsp; These are but human insects, pullulating, thick as
+May-flies, in the slums of European cities, whom I myself have
+plucked from degradation and misery, from the dung-heap and
+gin-palace door.&nbsp; And you compare their lives with
+mine!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You are then a Mormon missionary?&rsquo; asked my
+father.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh!&rsquo; cried the man, with a strange smile,
+&lsquo;a Mormon missionary if you will!&nbsp; I value not the
+title.&nbsp; Were I no more than that, I could have died without
+a murmur.&nbsp; But with my life as a physician is bound up the
+knowledge of great secrets and the future of man.&nbsp; This it
+was, when we missed the caravan, tried for a short cut and
+wandered to this desolate ravine, that ate into my soul, and, in
+five days, has changed my beard from ebony to silver.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And you are a physician,&rsquo; mused my father,
+looking on his face, &lsquo;bound by oath to succour man in his
+distresses.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; returned the Mormon, &lsquo;my name is
+Grierson: you will hear that name again; and you will then
+understand that my duty was not to this caravan of paupers, but
+to mankind at large.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>My father turned to the remainder of the party, who were now
+sufficiently revived to hear; told them that he would set off at
+once to bring help from his own party; &lsquo;and,&rsquo; he
+added, &lsquo;if you be again reduced to such extremities, look
+round you, and you will see the earth strewn with
+assistance.&nbsp; Here, for instance, growing on the under side
+of fissures in this cliff, you will perceive a yellow moss.&nbsp;
+Trust me, it is both edible and excellent.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ha!&rsquo; said Doctor Grierson, &lsquo;you know
+botany!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Not I alone,&rsquo; returned my father, lowering his
+voice; &lsquo;for see where these have been scraped away.&nbsp;
+Am I right?&nbsp; Was that your secret store?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>My father&rsquo;s comrades, he found, when he returned to the
+signal-fire, had made a good day&rsquo;s hunting.&nbsp; They were
+thus the more easily persuaded to extend assistance to the Mormon
+caravan; and the next day beheld both parties on the march for
+the frontiers of Utah.&nbsp; The distance to be traversed was not
+great; but the nature of the country, and the difficulty of
+procuring food, extended the time to nearly three weeks; and my
+father had thus ample leisure to know and appreciate the girl
+whom he had succoured.&nbsp; I will call my mother Lucy.&nbsp;
+Her family name I am not at liberty to mention; it is one you
+would know well.&nbsp; By what series of undeserved calamities
+this innocent flower of maidenhood, lovely, refined by education,
+ennobled by the finest taste, was thus cast among the horrors of
+a Mormon caravan, I must not stay to tell you.&nbsp; Let it
+suffice, that even in these untoward circumstances, she found a
+heart worthy of her own.&nbsp; The ardour of attachment which
+united my father and mother was perhaps partly due to the strange
+manner of their meeting; it knew, at least, no bounds either
+divine or human; my father, for her sake, determined to renounce
+his ambitions and abjure his faith; and a week had not yet passed
+upon the march before he had resigned from his party, accepted
+the Mormon doctrine, and received the promise of my
+mother&rsquo;s hand on the arrival of the party at Salt Lake.</p>
+<p>The marriage took place, and I was its only offspring.&nbsp;
+My father prospered exceedingly in his affairs, remained faithful
+to my mother; and though you may wonder to hear it, I believe
+there were few happier homes in any country than that in which I
+saw the light and grew to girlhood.&nbsp; We were, indeed, and in
+spite of all our wealth, avoided as heretics and half-believers
+by the more precise and pious of the faithful: Young himself,
+that formidable tyrant, was known to look askance upon my
+father&rsquo;s riches; but of this I had no guess.&nbsp; I dwelt,
+indeed, under the Mormon system, with perfect innocence and
+faith.&nbsp; Some of our friends had many wives; but such was the
+custom; and why should it surprise me more than marriage
+itself?&nbsp; From time to time one of our rich acquaintances
+would disappear, his family be broken up, his wives and houses
+shared among the elders of the Church, and his memory only
+recalled with bated breath and dreadful headshakings.&nbsp; When
+I had been very still, and my presence perhaps was forgotten,
+some such topic would arise among my elders by the evening fire;
+I would see them draw the closer together and look behind them
+with scared eyes; and I might gather from their whisperings how
+some one, rich, honoured, healthy, and in the prime of his days,
+some one, perhaps, who had taken me on his knees a week before,
+had in one hour been spirited from home and family, and vanished
+like an image from a mirror, leaving not a print behind.&nbsp; It
+was terrible, indeed; but so was death, the universal law.&nbsp;
+And even if the talk should wax still bolder, full of ominous
+silences and nods, and I should hear named in a whisper the
+Destroying Angels, how was a child to understand these
+mysteries?&nbsp; I heard of a Destroying Angel as some more happy
+child might hear in England of a bishop or a rural dean, with
+vague respect and without the wish for further information.&nbsp;
+Life anywhere, in society as in nature, rests upon dread
+foundations; I beheld safe roads, a garden blooming in the
+desert, pious people crowding to worship; I was aware of my
+parents&rsquo; tenderness and all the harmless luxuries of my
+existence; and why should I pry beneath this honest seeming
+surface for the mysteries on which it stood?</p>
+<p>We dwelt originally in the city; but at an early date we moved
+to a beautiful house in a green dingle, musical with splashing
+water, and surrounded on almost every side by twenty miles of
+poisonous and rocky desert.&nbsp; The city was thirty miles away;
+there was but one road, which went no further than my
+father&rsquo;s door; the rest were bridle-tracks impassable in
+winter; and we thus dwelt in a solitude inconceivable to the
+European.&nbsp; Our only neighbour was Dr. Grierson.&nbsp; To my
+young eyes, after the hair-oiled, chin-bearded elders of the
+city, and the ill-favoured and mentally stunted women of their
+harems, there was something agreeable in the correct manner, the
+fine bearing, the thin white hair and beard, and the piercing
+looks of the old doctor.&nbsp; Yet, though he was almost our only
+visitor, I never wholly overcame a sense of fear in his presence;
+and this disquietude was rather fed by the awful solitude in
+which he lived and the obscurity that hung about his
+occupations.&nbsp; His house was but a mile or two from ours, but
+very differently placed.&nbsp; It stood overlooking the road on
+the summit of a steep slope, and planted close against a range of
+overhanging bluffs.&nbsp; Nature, you would say, had here desired
+to imitate the works of man; for the slope was even, like the
+glacis of a fort, and the cliffs of a constant height, like the
+ramparts of a city.&nbsp; Not even spring could change one
+feature of that desolate scene; and the windows looked down
+across a plain, snowy with alkali, to ranges of cold stone
+sierras on the north.&nbsp; Twice or thrice I remember passing
+within view of this forbidding residence; and seeing it always
+shuttered, smokeless, and deserted, I remarked to my parents that
+some day it would certainly be robbed.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah, no,&rsquo; said my father, &lsquo;never
+robbed;&rsquo; and I observed a strange conviction in his
+tone.</p>
+<p>At last, and not long before the blow fell on my unhappy
+family, I chanced to see the doctor&rsquo;s house in a new
+light.&nbsp; My father was ill; my mother confined to his
+bedside; and I was suffered to go, under the charge of our
+driver, to the lonely house some twenty miles away, where our
+packages were left for us.&nbsp; The horse cast a shoe; night
+overtook us halfway home; and it was well on for three in the
+morning when the driver and I, alone in a light waggon, came to
+that part of the road which ran below the doctor&rsquo;s
+house.&nbsp; The moon swam clear; the cliffs and mountains in
+this strong light lay utterly deserted; but the house, from its
+station on the top of the long slope and close under the bluff,
+not only shone abroad from every window like a place of festival,
+but from the great chimney at the west end poured forth a coil of
+smoke so thick and so voluminous, that it hung for miles along
+the windless night air, and its shadow lay far abroad in the
+moonlight upon the glittering alkali.&nbsp; As we continued to
+draw near, besides, a regular and panting throb began to divide
+the silence.&nbsp; First it seemed to me like the beating of a
+heart; and next it put into my mind the thought of some giant,
+smothered under mountains and still, with incalculable effort,
+fetching breath.&nbsp; I had heard of the railway, though I had
+not seen it, and I turned to ask the driver if this resembled
+it.&nbsp; But some look in his eye, some pallor, whether of fear
+or moonlight on his face, caused the words to die upon my
+lips.&nbsp; We continued, therefore, to advance in silence, till
+we were close below the lighted house; when suddenly, without one
+premonitory rustle, there burst forth a report of such a bigness
+that it shook the earth and set the echoes of the mountains
+thundering from cliff to cliff.&nbsp; A pillar of amber flame
+leaped from the chimney-top and fell in multitudes of sparks; and
+at the same time the lights in the windows turned for one instant
+ruby red and then expired.&nbsp; The driver had checked his horse
+instinctively, and the echoes were still rumbling farther off
+among the mountains, when there broke from the now darkened
+interior a series of yells&mdash;whether of man or woman it was
+impossible to guess&mdash;the door flew open, and there ran forth
+into the moonlight, at the top of the long slope, a figure clad
+in white, which began to dance and leap and throw itself down,
+and roll as if in agony, before the house.&nbsp; I could no more
+restrain my cries; the driver laid his lash about the
+horse&rsquo;s flank, and we fled up the rough track at the peril
+of our lives; and did not draw rein till, turning the corner of
+the mountain, we beheld my father&rsquo;s ranch and deep, green
+groves and gardens, sleeping in the tranquil light.</p>
+<p>This was the one adventure of my life, until my father had
+climbed to the very topmost point of material prosperity, and I
+myself had reached the age of seventeen.&nbsp; I was still
+innocent and merry like a child; tended my garden or ran upon the
+hills in glad simplicity; gave not a thought to coquetry or to
+material cares; and if my eye rested on my own image in a mirror
+or some sylvan spring, it was to seek and recognise the features
+of my parents.&nbsp; But the fears which had long pressed on
+others were now to be laid on my youth.&nbsp; I had thrown
+myself, one sultry, cloudy afternoon, on a divan; the windows
+stood open on the verandah, where my mother sat with her
+embroidery; and when my father joined her from the garden, their
+conversation, clearly audible to me, was of so startling a nature
+that it held me enthralled where I lay.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The blow has come,&rsquo; my father said, after a long
+pause.</p>
+<p>I could hear my mother start and turn, but in words she made
+no reply.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Yes,&rsquo; continued my father, &lsquo;I have received
+to-day a list of all that I possess; of all, I say; of what I
+have lent privately to men whose lips are sealed with terror; of
+what I have buried with my own hand on the bare mountain, when
+there was not a bird in heaven.&nbsp; Does the air, then, carry
+secrets?&nbsp; Are the hills of glass?&nbsp; Do the stones we
+tread upon preserve the footprint to betray us?&nbsp; Oh, Lucy,
+Lucy, that we should have come to such a country!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;But this,&rsquo; returned my mother, &lsquo;is no very
+new or very threatening event.&nbsp; You are accused of some
+concealment.&nbsp; You will pay more taxes in the future, and be
+mulcted in a fine.&nbsp; It is disquieting, indeed, to find our
+acts so spied upon, and the most private known.&nbsp; But is this
+new?&nbsp; Have we not long feared and suspected every blade of
+grass?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ay, and our shadows!&rsquo; cried my father.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;But all this is nothing.&nbsp; Here is the letter that
+accompanied the list.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I heard my mother turn the pages, and she was some time
+silent.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I see,&rsquo; she said at last; and then, with the tone
+of one reading: &lsquo;&ldquo;From a believer so largely blessed
+by Providence with this world&rsquo;s goods,&rdquo;&rsquo; she
+continued, &lsquo;&ldquo;the Church awaits in confidence some
+signal mark of piety.&rdquo;&nbsp; There lies the sting.&nbsp; Am
+I not right?&nbsp; These are the words you fear?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;These are the words,&rsquo; replied my father.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Lucy, you remember Priestley?&nbsp; Two days before he
+disappeared, he carried me to the summit of an isolated butte; we
+could see around us for ten miles; sure, if in any quarter of
+this land a man were safe from spies, it were in such a station;
+but it was in the very ague-fit of terror that he told me, and
+that I heard, his story.&nbsp; He had received a letter such as
+this; and he submitted to my approval an answer, in which he
+offered to resign a third of his possessions.&nbsp; I conjured
+him, as he valued life, to raise his offering; and, before we
+parted, he had doubled the amount.&nbsp; Well, two days later he
+was gone&mdash;gone from the chief street of the city in the hour
+of noon&mdash;and gone for ever.&nbsp; O God!&rsquo; cried my
+father, &lsquo;by what art do they thus spirit out of life the
+solid body?&nbsp; What death do they command that leaves no
+traces? that this material structure, these strong arms, this
+skeleton that can resist the grave for centuries, should be thus
+reft in a moment from the world of sense?&nbsp; A horror dwells
+in that thought more awful than mere death.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Is there no hope in Grierson?&rsquo; asked my
+mother.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Dismiss the thought,&rsquo; replied my father.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;He now knows all that I can teach, and will do naught to
+save me.&nbsp; His power, besides, is small, his own danger not
+improbably more imminent than mine; for he, too, lives apart; he
+leaves his wives neglected and unwatched; he is openly cited for
+an unbeliever; and unless he buys security at a more awful
+price&mdash;but no; I will not believe it: I have no love for
+him, but I will not believe it.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Believe what?&rsquo; asked my mother; and then, with a
+change of note, &lsquo;But oh, what matters it?&rsquo; she
+cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;Abimelech, there is but one way open: we must
+fly!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is in vain,&rsquo; returned my father.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I should but involve you in my fate.&nbsp; To leave this
+land is hopeless: we are closed in it as men are closed in life;
+and there is no issue but the grave.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;We can but die then,&rsquo; replied my mother.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Let us at least die together.&nbsp; Let not Asenath <a
+name="citation43"></a><a href="#footnote43"
+class="citation">[43]</a> and myself survive you.&nbsp; Think to
+what a fate we should be doomed!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>My father was unable to resist her tender violence; and though
+I could see he nourished not one spark of hope, he consented to
+desert his whole estate, beyond some hundreds of dollars that he
+had by him at the moment, and to flee that night, which promised
+to be dark and cloudy.&nbsp; As soon as the servants were asleep,
+he was to load two mules with provisions; two others were to
+carry my mother and myself; and, striking through the mountains
+by an unfrequented trail, we were to make a fair stroke for
+liberty and life.&nbsp; As soon as they had thus decided, I
+showed myself at the window, and, owning that I had heard all,
+assured them that they could rely on my prudence and
+devotion.&nbsp; I had no fear, indeed, but to show myself
+unworthy of my birth; I held my life in my hand without alarm;
+and when my father, weeping upon my neck, had blessed Heaven for
+the courage of his child, it was with a sentiment of pride and
+some of the joy that warriors take in war, that I began to look
+forward to the perils of our flight.</p>
+<p>Before midnight, under an obscure and starless heaven, we had
+left far behind us the plantations of the valley, and were
+mounting a certain canyon in the hills, narrow, encumbered with
+great rocks, and echoing with the roar of a tumultuous
+torrent.&nbsp; Cascade after cascade thundered and hung up its
+flag of whiteness in the night, or fanned our faces with the wet
+wind of its descent.&nbsp; The trail was breakneck, and led to
+famine-guarded deserts; it had been long since deserted for more
+practicable routes; and it was now a part of the world untrod
+from year to year by human footing. Judge of our dismay, when
+turning suddenly an angle of the cliffs, we found a bright
+bonfire blazing by itself under an impending rock; and on the
+face of the rock, drawn very rudely with charred wood, the great
+Open Eye which is the emblem of the Mormon faith.&nbsp; We looked
+upon each other in the firelight; my mother broke into a passion
+of tears; but not a word was said.&nbsp; The mules were turned
+about; and leaving that great eye to guard the lonely canyon, we
+retraced our steps in silence.&nbsp; Day had not yet broken ere
+we were once more at home, condemned beyond reprieve.</p>
+<p>What answer my father sent I was not told; but two days later,
+a little before sundown, I saw a plain, honest-looking man ride
+slowly up the road in a great pother of dust.&nbsp; He was clad
+in homespun, with a broad straw hat; wore a patriarchal beard;
+and had an air of a simple rustic farmer, that was, in my eyes,
+very reassuring.&nbsp; He was, indeed, a very honest man and
+pious Mormon; with no liking for his errand, though neither he
+nor any one in Utah dared to disobey; and it was with every mark
+of diffidence that he had had himself announced as Mr. Aspinwall,
+and entered the room where our unhappy family was gathered.&nbsp;
+My mother and me, he awkwardly enough dismissed; and as soon as
+he was alone with my father laid before him a blank signature of
+President Young&rsquo;s, and offered him a choice of services:
+either to set out as a missionary to the tribes about the White
+Sea, or to join the next day, with a party of Destroying Angels,
+in the massacre of sixty German immigrants.&nbsp; The last, of
+course, my father could not entertain, and the first he regarded
+as a pretext: even if he could consent to leave his wife
+defenceless, and to collect fresh victims for the tyranny under
+which he was himself oppressed, he felt sure he would never be
+suffered to return.&nbsp; He refused both; and Aspinwall, he
+said, betrayed sincere emotion, part religious, at the spectacle
+of such disobedience, but part human, in pity for my father and
+his family.&nbsp; He besought him to reconsider his decision; and
+at length, finding he could not prevail, gave him till the moon
+rose to settle his affairs, and say farewell to wife and
+daughter.&nbsp; &lsquo;For,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;then, at the
+latest, you must ride with me.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I dare not dwell upon the hours that followed: they fled all
+too fast; and presently the moon out-topped the eastern range,
+and my father and Mr. Aspinwall set forth, side by side, on their
+nocturnal journey.&nbsp; My mother, though still bearing an
+heroic countenance, had hastened to shut herself in her
+apartment, thenceforward solitary; and I, alone in the dark
+house, and consumed by grief and apprehension, made haste to
+saddle my Indian pony, to ride up to the corner of the mountain,
+and to enjoy one farewell sight of my departing father.&nbsp; The
+two men had set forth at a deliberate pace; nor was I long behind
+them, when I reached the point of view.&nbsp; I was the more
+amazed to see no moving creature in the landscape.&nbsp; The
+moon, as the saying is, shone bright as day; and nowhere, under
+the whole arch of night, was there a growing tree, a bush, a
+farm, a patch of tillage, or any evidence of man, but one.&nbsp;
+From the corner where I stood, a rugged bastion of the line of
+bluffs concealed the doctor&rsquo;s house; and across the top of
+that projection the soft night wind carried and unwound about the
+hills a coil of sable smoke.&nbsp; What fuel could produce a
+vapour so sluggish to dissipate in that dry air, or what furnace
+pour it forth so copiously, I was unable to conceive; but I knew
+well enough that it came from the doctor&rsquo;s chimney; I saw
+well enough that my father had already disappeared; and in
+despite of reason, I connected in my mind the loss of that dear
+protector with the ribbon of foul smoke that trailed along the
+mountains.</p>
+<p>Days passed, and still my mother and I waited in vain for
+news; a week went by, a second followed, but we heard no word of
+the father and husband.&nbsp; As smoke dissipates, as the image
+glides from the mirror, so in the ten or twenty minutes that I
+had spent in getting my horse and following upon his trail, had
+that strong and brave man vanished out of life.&nbsp; Hope, if
+any hope we had, fled with every hour; the worst was now certain
+for my father, the worst was to be dreaded for his defenceless
+family.&nbsp; Without weakness, with a desperate calm at which I
+marvel when I look back upon it, the widow and the orphan awaited
+the event.&nbsp; On the last day of the third week we rose in the
+morning to find ourselves alone in the house, alone, so far as we
+searched, on the estate; all our attendants, with one accord, had
+fled: and as we knew them to be gratefully devoted, we drew the
+darkest intimations from their flight.&nbsp; The day passed,
+indeed, without event; but in the fall of the evening we were
+called at last into the verandah by the approaching clink of
+horse&rsquo;s hoofs.</p>
+<p>The doctor, mounted on an Indian pony, rode into the garden,
+dismounted, and saluted us.&nbsp; He seemed much more bent, and
+his hair more silvery than ever; but his demeanour was composed,
+serious, and not unkind.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;I am come upon a weighty
+errand; and I would have you recognise it as an effect of
+kindness in the President, that he should send as his ambassador
+your only neighbour and your husband&rsquo;s oldest friend in
+Utah.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; said my mother, &lsquo;I have but one
+concern, one thought.&nbsp; You know well what it is.&nbsp;
+Speak: my husband?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; returned the doctor, taking a chair on
+the verandah, &lsquo;if you were a silly child, my position would
+now be painfully embarrassing.&nbsp; You are, on the other hand,
+a woman of great intelligence and fortitude: you have, by my
+forethought, been allowed three weeks to draw your own
+conclusions and to accept the inevitable.&nbsp; Farther words
+from me are, I conceive, superfluous.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>My mother was as pale as death, and trembled like a reed; I
+gave her my hand, and she kept it in the folds of her dress and
+wrung it till I could have cried aloud.&nbsp; &lsquo;Then,
+sir,&rsquo; said she at last, &lsquo;you speak to deaf
+ears.&nbsp; If this be indeed so, what have I to do with
+errands?&nbsp; What do I ask of Heaven but to die?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Come,&rsquo; said the doctor, &lsquo;command
+yourself.&nbsp; I bid you dismiss all thoughts of your late
+husband, and bring a clear mind to bear upon your own future and
+the fate of that young girl.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You bid me dismiss&mdash;&rsquo; began my mother.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Then you know!&rsquo; she cried.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I know,&rsquo; replied the doctor.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You know?&rsquo; broke out the poor woman.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Then it was you who did the deed!&nbsp; I tear off the
+mask, and with dread and loathing see you as you are&mdash;you,
+whom the poor fugitive beholds in nightmares, and awakes
+raving&mdash;you, the Destroying Angel!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well, madam, and what then?&rsquo; returned the
+doctor.&nbsp; &lsquo;Have not my fate and yours been
+similar?&nbsp; Are we not both immured in this strong prison of
+Utah?&nbsp; Have you not tried to flee, and did not the Open Eye
+confront you in the canyon?&nbsp; Who can escape the watch of
+that unsleeping eye of Utah?&nbsp; Not I, at least.&nbsp;
+Horrible tasks have, indeed, been laid upon me; and the most
+ungrateful was the last; but had I refused my offices, would that
+have spared your husband?&nbsp; You know well it would not.&nbsp;
+I, too, had perished along with him; nor would I have been able
+to alleviate his last moments, nor could I to-day have stood
+between his family and the hand of Brigham Young.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah!&rsquo; cried I, &lsquo;and could you purchase life
+by such concessions?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Young lady,&rsquo; answered the doctor, &lsquo;I both
+could and did; and you will live to thank me for that
+baseness.&nbsp; You have a spirit, Asenath, that it pleases me to
+recognise.&nbsp; But we waste time.&nbsp; Mr. Fonblanque&rsquo;s
+estate reverts, as you doubtless imagine, to the Church; but some
+part of it has been reserved for him who is to marry the family;
+and that person, I should perhaps tell you without more delay, is
+no other than myself.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>At this odious proposal my mother and I cried out aloud, and
+clung together like lost souls.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is as I supposed,&rsquo; resumed the doctor, with
+the same measured utterance.&nbsp; &lsquo;You recoil from this
+arrangement.&nbsp; Do you expect me to convince you?&nbsp; You
+know very well that I have never held the Mormon view of
+women.&nbsp; Absorbed in the most arduous studies, I have left
+the slatterns whom they call my wives to scratch and quarrel
+among themselves; of me, they have had nothing but my purse; such
+was not the union I desired, even if I had the leisure to pursue
+it.&nbsp; No: you need not, madam, and my old
+friend&rsquo;&mdash;and here the doctor rose and bowed with
+something of gallantry&mdash;&lsquo;you need not apprehend my
+importunities.&nbsp; On the contrary, I am rejoiced to read in
+you a Roman spirit; and if I am obliged to bid you follow me at
+once, and that in the name, not of my wish, but of my orders, I
+hope it will be found that we are of a common mind.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>So, bidding us dress for the road, he took a lamp (for the
+night had now fallen) and set off to the stable to prepare our
+horses.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What does it mean?&mdash;what will become of us?&rsquo;
+I cried.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Not that, at least,&rsquo; replied my mother,
+shuddering.&nbsp; &lsquo;So far we can trust him.&nbsp; I seem to
+read among his words a certain tragic promise.&nbsp; Asenath, if
+I leave you, if I die, you will not forget your miserable
+parents?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Thereupon we fell to cross-purposes: I beseeching her to
+explain her words; she putting me by, and continuing to recommend
+the doctor for a friend.&nbsp; &lsquo;The doctor!&rsquo; I cried
+at last; &lsquo;the man who killed my father?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Nay,&rsquo; said she, &lsquo;let us be just.&nbsp; I do
+believe before, Heaven, he played the friendliest part.&nbsp; And
+he alone, Asenath, can protect you in this land of
+death.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>At this the doctor returned, leading our two horses; and when
+we were all in the saddle, he bade me ride on before, as he had
+matter to discuss with Mrs. Fonblanque.&nbsp; They came at a
+foot&rsquo;s pace, eagerly conversing in a whisper; and presently
+after the moon rose and showed them looking eagerly in each
+other&rsquo;s faces as they went, my mother laying her hand upon
+the doctor&rsquo;s arm, and the doctor himself, against his usual
+custom, making vigorous gestures of protest or asseveration.</p>
+<p>At the foot of the track which ascended the talus of the
+mountain to his door, the doctor overtook me at a trot.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Here,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;we shall dismount; and as
+your mother prefers to be alone, you and I shall walk together to
+my house.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Shall I see her again?&rsquo; I asked.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I give you my word,&rsquo; he said, and helped me to
+alight.&nbsp; &lsquo;We leave the horses here,&rsquo; he
+added.&nbsp; &lsquo;There are no thieves in this stone
+wilderness.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The track mounted gradually, keeping the house in view.&nbsp;
+The windows were once more bright; the chimney once more vomited
+smoke; but the most absolute silence reigned, and, but for the
+figure of my mother very slowly following in our wake, I felt
+convinced there was no human soul within a range of miles.&nbsp;
+At the thought, I looked upon the doctor, gravely walking by my
+side, with his bowed shoulders and white hair, and then once more
+at his house, lit up and pouring smoke like some industrious
+factory.&nbsp; And then my curiosity broke forth.&nbsp; &lsquo;In
+Heaven&rsquo;s name,&rsquo; I cried, &lsquo;what do you make in
+this inhuman desert?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He looked at me with a peculiar smile, and answered with an
+evasion&mdash;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This is not the first time,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;that
+you have seen my furnaces alight.&nbsp; One morning, in the small
+hours, I saw you driving past; a delicate experiment miscarried;
+and I cannot acquit myself of having startled either your driver
+or the horse that drew you.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What!&rsquo; cried I, beholding again in fancy the
+antics of the figure, &lsquo;could that be you?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It was I,&rsquo; he replied; &lsquo;but do not fancy
+that I was mad.&nbsp; I was in agony.&nbsp; I had been scalded
+cruelly.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>We were now near the house, which, unlike the ordinary houses
+of the country, was built of hewn stone and very solid.&nbsp;
+Stone, too, was its foundation, stone its background.&nbsp; Not a
+blade of grass sprouted among the broken mineral about the walls,
+not a flower adorned the windows.&nbsp; Over the door, by way of
+sole adornment, the Mormon Eye was rudely sculptured; I had been
+brought up to view that emblem from my childhood; but since the
+night of our escape, it had acquired a new significance, and set
+me shrinking.&nbsp; The smoke rolled voluminously from the
+chimney top, its edges ruddy with the fire; and from the far
+corner of the building, near the ground, angry puffs of steam
+shone snow-white in the moon and vanished.</p>
+<p>The doctor opened the door and paused upon the
+threshold.&nbsp; &lsquo;You ask me what I make here,&rsquo; he
+observed.&nbsp; &lsquo;Two things: Life and Death.&rsquo;&nbsp;
+And he motioned me to enter.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I shall await my mother,&rsquo; said I.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Child,&rsquo; he replied, &lsquo;look at me: am I not
+old and broken?&nbsp; Of us two, which is the stronger, the young
+maiden or the withered man?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I bowed, and passing by him, entered a vestibule or kitchen,
+lit by a good fire and a shaded reading-lamp.&nbsp; It was
+furnished only with a dresser, a rude table, and some wooden
+benches; and on one of these the doctor motioned me to take a
+seat; and passing by another door into the interior of the house,
+he left me to myself.&nbsp; Presently I heard the jar of iron
+from the far end of the building; and this was followed by the
+same throbbing noise that had startled me in the valley, but now
+so near at hand as to be menacing by loudness, and even to shake
+the house with every recurrence of the stroke.&nbsp; I had scarce
+time to master my alarm when the doctor returned, and almost in
+the same moment my mother appeared upon the threshold.&nbsp; But
+how am I to describe to you the peace and ravishment of that
+face?&nbsp; Years seemed to have passed over her head during that
+brief ride, and left her younger and fairer; her eyes shone, her
+smile went to my heart; she seemed no more a woman but the angel
+of ecstatic tenderness.&nbsp; I ran to her in a kind of terror;
+but she shrank a little back and laid her finger on her lips,
+with something arch and yet unearthly.&nbsp; To the doctor, on
+the contrary, she reached out her hand as to a friend and helper;
+and so strange was the scene that I forgot to be offended.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Lucy,&rsquo; said the doctor, &lsquo;all is
+prepared.&nbsp; Will you go alone, or shall your daughter follow
+us?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Let Asenath come,&rsquo; she answered, &lsquo;dear
+Asenath!&nbsp; At this hour, when I am purified of fear and
+sorrow, and already survive myself and my affections, it is for
+your sake, and not for mine, that I desire her presence.&nbsp;
+Were she shut out, dear friend, it is to be feared she might
+misjudge your kindness.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Mother,&rsquo; I cried wildly, &lsquo;mother, what is
+this?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>But my mother, with her radiant smile, said only
+&lsquo;Hush!&rsquo; as though I were a child again, and tossing
+in some fever-fit; and the doctor bade me be silent and trouble
+her no more.&nbsp; &lsquo;You have made a choice,&rsquo; he
+continued, addressing my mother, &lsquo;that has often strangely
+tempted me.&nbsp; The two extremes: all, or else nothing; never,
+or this very hour upon the clock&mdash;these have been my
+incongruous desires.&nbsp; But to accept the middle term, to be
+content with a half-gift, to flicker awhile and to burn
+out&mdash;never for an hour, never since I was born, has
+satisfied the appetite of my ambition.&rsquo;&nbsp; He looked
+upon my mother fixedly, much of admiration and some touch of envy
+in his eyes; then, with a profound sigh, he led the way into the
+inner room.</p>
+<p>It was very long.&nbsp; From end to end it was lit up by many
+lamps, which by the changeful colour of their light, and by the
+incessant snapping sounds with which they burned, I have since
+divined to be electric.&nbsp; At the extreme end an open door
+gave us a glimpse into what must have been a lean-to shed beside
+the chimney; and this, in strong contrast to the room, was
+painted with a red reverberation as from furnace-doors.&nbsp; The
+walls were lined with books and glazed cases, the tables crowded
+with the implements of chemical research; great glass
+accumulators glittered in the light; and through a hole in the
+gable near the shed door, a heavy driving-belt entered the
+apartment and ran overhead upon steel pulleys, with clumsy
+activity and many ghostly and fluttering sounds.&nbsp; In one
+corner I perceived a chair resting upon crystal feet, and
+curiously wreathed with wire.&nbsp; To this my mother advanced
+with a decisive swiftness.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Is this it?&rsquo; she asked.</p>
+<p>The doctor bowed in silence.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Asenath,&rsquo; said my mother, &lsquo;in this sad end
+of my life I have found one helper.&nbsp; Look upon him: it is
+Doctor Grierson.&nbsp; Be not, oh my daughter, be not ungrateful
+to that friend!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>She sate upon the chair, and took in her hands the globes that
+terminated the arms.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Am I right?&rsquo; she asked, and looked upon the
+doctor with such a radiancy of face that I trembled for her
+reason.&nbsp; Once more the doctor bowed, but this time leaning
+hard against the wall.&nbsp; He must have touched a spring.&nbsp;
+The least shock agitated my mother where she sat; the least
+passing jar appeared to cross her features; and she sank back in
+the chair like one resigned to weariness.&nbsp; I was at her
+knees that moment; but her hands fell loosely in my grasp; her
+face, still beatified with the same touching smile, sank forward
+on her bosom: her spirit had for ever fled.</p>
+<p>I do not know how long may have elapsed before, raising for a
+moment my tearful face, I met the doctor&rsquo;s eyes.&nbsp; They
+rested upon mine with such a depth of scrutiny, pity, and
+interest, that even from the freshness of my sorrow, I was
+startled into attention.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Enough,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;to lamentation.&nbsp;
+Your mother went to death as to a bridal, dying where her husband
+died.&nbsp; It is time, Asenath, to think of the survivors.&nbsp;
+Follow me to the next room.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I followed him, like a person in a dream; he made me sit by
+the fire, he gave me wine to drink; and then, pacing the stone
+floor, he thus began to address me&mdash;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You are now, my child, alone in the world, and under
+the immediate watch of Brigham Young.&nbsp; It would be your lot,
+in ordinary circumstances, to become the fiftieth bride of some
+ignoble elder, or by particular fortune, as fortune is counted in
+this land, to find favour in the eyes of the President
+himself.&nbsp; Such a fate for a girl like you were worse than
+death; better to die as your mother died than to sink daily
+deeper in the mire of this pit of woman&rsquo;s
+degradation.&nbsp; But is escape conceivable?&nbsp; Your father
+tried; and you beheld yourself with what security his jailers
+acted, and how a dumb drawing on a rock was counted a sufficient
+sentry over the avenues of freedom.&nbsp; Where your father
+failed, will you be wiser or more fortunate? or are you, too,
+helpless in the toils?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I had followed his words with changing emotion, but now I
+believed I understood.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I see,&rsquo; I cried; &lsquo;you judge me
+rightly.&nbsp; I must follow where my parents led; and oh! I am
+not only willing, I am eager!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No,&rsquo; replied the doctor, &lsquo;not death for
+you.&nbsp; The flawed vessel we may break, but not the
+perfect.&nbsp; No, your mother cherished a different hope, and so
+do I.&nbsp; I see,&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;the girl develop to
+the completed woman, the plan reach fulfilment, the
+promise&mdash;ay, outdone!&nbsp; I could not bear to arrest so
+lively, so comely a process.&nbsp; It was your mother&rsquo;s
+thought,&rsquo; he added, with a change of tone, &lsquo;that I
+should marry you myself.&rsquo;&nbsp; I fear I must have shown a
+perfect horror of aversion from this fate, for he made haste to
+quiet me.&nbsp; &lsquo;Reassure yourself, Asenath,&rsquo; he
+resumed.&nbsp; &lsquo;Old as I am, I have not forgotten the
+tumultuous fancies of youth.&nbsp; I have passed my days, indeed,
+in laboratories; but in all my vigils I have not forgotten the
+tune of a young pulse.&nbsp; Age asks with timidity to be spared
+intolerable pain; youth, taking fortune by the beard, demands joy
+like a right.&nbsp; These things I have not forgotten; none,
+rather, has more keenly felt, none more jealously considered
+them; I have but postponed them to their day.&nbsp; See, then:
+you stand without support; the only friend left to you, this old
+investigator, old in cunning, young in sympathy.&nbsp; Answer me
+but one question: Are you free from the entanglement of what the
+world calls love?&nbsp; Do you still command your heart and
+purposes? or are you fallen in some bond-slavery of the eye and
+ear?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I answered him in broken words; my heart, I think I must have
+told him, lay with my dead parents.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is enough,&rsquo; he said.&nbsp; &lsquo;It has been
+my fate to be called on often, too often, for those services of
+which we spoke to-night; none in Utah could carry them so well to
+a conclusion; hence there has fallen into my hands a certain
+share of influence which I now lay at your service, partly for
+the sake of my dead friends, your parents; partly for the
+interest I bear you in your own right.&nbsp; I shall send you to
+England, to the great city of London, there to await the
+bridegroom I have selected.&nbsp; He shall be a son of mine, a
+young man suitable in age and not grossly deficient in that
+quality of beauty that your years demand.&nbsp; Since your heart
+is free, you may well pledge me the sole promise that I ask in
+return for much expense and still more danger: to await the
+arrival of that bridegroom with the delicacy of a
+wife.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I sat awhile stunned.&nbsp; The doctor&rsquo;s marriages, I
+remembered to have heard, had been unfruitful; and this added
+perplexity to my distress.&nbsp; But I was alone, as he had said,
+alone in that dark land; the thought of escape, of any equal
+marriage, was already enough to revive in me some dawn of hope;
+and in what words I know not, I accepted the proposal.</p>
+<p>He seemed more moved by my consent than I could reasonably
+have looked for.&nbsp; &lsquo;You shall see,&rsquo; he cried;
+&lsquo;you shall judge for yourself.&rsquo;&nbsp; And hurrying to
+the next room he returned with a small portrait somewhat coarsely
+done in oils.&nbsp; It showed a man in the dress of nearly forty
+years before, young indeed, but still recognisable to be the
+doctor.&nbsp; &lsquo;Do you like it?&rsquo; he asked.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;That is myself when I was young.&nbsp; My&mdash;my boy
+will be like that, like but nobler; with such health as angels
+might condescend to envy; and a man of mind, Asenath, of
+commanding mind.&nbsp; That should be a man, I think; that should
+be one among ten thousand.&nbsp; A man like that&mdash;one to
+combine the passions of youth with the restraint, the force, the
+dignity of age&mdash;one to fill all the parts and faculties, one
+to be man&rsquo;s epitome&mdash;say, will that not satisfy the
+needs of an ambitious girl?&nbsp; Say, is not that
+enough?&rsquo;&nbsp; And as he held the picture close before my
+eyes, his hands shook.</p>
+<p>I told him briefly I would ask no better, for I was
+transpierced with this display of fatherly emotion; but even as I
+said the words, the most insolent revolt surged through my
+arteries.&nbsp; I held him in horror, him, his portrait, and his
+son; and had there been any choice but death or a Mormon
+marriage, I declare before Heaven I had embraced it.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is well,&rsquo; he replied, &lsquo;and I had rightly
+counted on your spirit.&nbsp; Eat, then, for you have far to
+go.&rsquo;&nbsp; So saying, he set meat before me; and while I
+was endeavouring to obey, he left the room and returned with an
+armful of coarse raiment.&nbsp; &lsquo;There,&rsquo; said he,
+&lsquo;is your disguise.&nbsp; I leave you to your
+toilet.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The clothes had probably belonged to a somewhat lubberly boy
+of fifteen; and they hung about me like a sack, and cruelly
+hampered my movements.&nbsp; But what filled me with
+uncontrollable shudderings, was the problem of their origin and
+the fate of the lad to whom they had belonged.&nbsp; I had
+scarcely effected the exchange when the doctor returned, opened a
+back window, helped me out into the narrow space between the
+house and the overhanging bluffs, and showed me a ladder of iron
+footholds mortised in the rock.&nbsp; &lsquo;Mount,&rsquo; he
+said, &lsquo;swiftly.&nbsp; When you are at the summit, walk, so
+far as you are able, in the shadow of the smoke.&nbsp; The smoke
+will bring you, sooner or later, to a canyon; follow that down,
+and you will find a man with two horses.&nbsp; Him you will
+implicitly obey.&nbsp; And remember, silence!&nbsp; That
+machinery, which I now put in motion for your service, may by one
+word be turned against you.&nbsp; Go; Heaven prosper
+you!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The ascent was easy.&nbsp; Arrived at the top of the cliff, I
+saw before me on the other side a vast and gradual declivity of
+stone, lying bare to the moon and the surrounding
+mountains.&nbsp; Nowhere was any vantage or concealment; and
+knowing how these deserts were beset with spies, I made haste to
+veil my movements under the blowing trail of smoke.&nbsp;
+Sometimes it swam high, rising on the night wind, and I had no
+more substantial curtain than its moon-thrown shadow; sometimes
+again it crawled upon the earth, and I would walk in it, no
+higher than to my shoulders, like some mountain fog.&nbsp; But,
+one way or another, the smoke of that ill-omened furnace
+protected the first steps of my escape, and led me unobserved to
+the canyon.</p>
+<p>There, sure enough, I found a taciturn and sombre man beside a
+pair of saddle-horses; and thenceforward, all night long, we
+wandered in silence by the most occult and dangerous paths among
+the mountains.&nbsp; A little before the dayspring we took refuge
+in a wet and gusty cavern at the bottom of a gorge; lay there all
+day concealed; and the next night, before the glow had faded out
+of the west, resumed our wanderings.&nbsp; About noon we stopped
+again, in a lawn upon a little river, where was a screen of
+bushes; and here my guide, handing me a bundle from his pack,
+bade me change my dress once more.&nbsp; The bundle contained
+clothing of my own, taken from our house, with such necessaries
+as a comb and soap.&nbsp; I made my toilet by the mirror of a
+quiet pool; and as I was so doing, and smiling with some
+complacency to see myself restored to my own image, the mountains
+rang with a scream of far more than human piercingness; and while
+I still stood astonished, there sprang up and swiftly increased a
+storm of the most awful and earth-rending sounds.&nbsp; Shall I
+own to you, that I fell upon my face and shrieked?&nbsp; And yet
+this was but the overland train winding among the near mountains:
+the very means of my salvation: the strong wings that were to
+carry me from Utah!</p>
+<p>When I was dressed, the guide gave me a bag, which contained,
+he said, both money and papers; and telling me that I was already
+over the borders in the territory of Wyoming, bade me follow the
+stream until I reached the railway station, half a mile
+below.&nbsp; &lsquo;Here,&rsquo; he added, &lsquo;is your ticket
+as far as Council Bluffs.&nbsp; The East express will pass in a
+few hours.&rsquo;&nbsp; With that, he took both horses, and,
+without further words or any salutation, rode off by the way that
+we had come.</p>
+<p>Three hours afterwards, I was seated on the end platform of
+the train as it swept eastward through the gorges and thundered
+in tunnels of the mountain.&nbsp; The change of scene, the sense
+of escape, the still throbbing terror of pursuit&mdash;above all,
+the astounding magic of my new conveyance, kept me from any
+logical or melancholy thought.&nbsp; I had gone to the
+doctor&rsquo;s house two nights before prepared to die, prepared
+for worse than death; what had passed, terrible although it was,
+looked almost bright compared to my anticipations; and it was not
+till I had slept a full night in the flying palace car, that I
+awoke to the sense of my irreparable loss and to some reasonable
+alarm about the future.&nbsp; In this mood, I examined the
+contents of the bag.&nbsp; It was well supplied with gold; it
+contained tickets and complete directions for my journey as far
+as Liverpool, and a long letter from the doctor, supplying me
+with a fictitious name and story, recommending the most guarded
+silence, and bidding me to await faithfully the coming of his
+son.&nbsp; All then had been arranged beforehand: he had counted
+upon my consent, and what was tenfold worse, upon my
+mother&rsquo;s voluntary death.&nbsp; My horror of my only
+friend, my aversion for this son who was to marry me, my revolt
+against the whole current and conditions of my life, were now
+complete.&nbsp; I was sitting stupefied by my distress and
+helplessness, when, to my joy, a very pleasant lady offered me
+her conversation.&nbsp; I clutched at the relief; and I was soon
+glibly telling her the story in the doctor&rsquo;s letter: how I
+was a Miss Gould, of Nevada City, going to England to an uncle,
+what money I had, what family, my age, and so forth, until I had
+exhausted my instructions, and, as the lady still continued to
+ply me with questions, began to embroider on my own
+account.&nbsp; This soon carried one of my inexperience beyond
+her depth; and I had already remarked a shadow on the
+lady&rsquo;s face, when a gentleman drew near and very civilly
+addressed me.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Miss Gould, I believe?&rsquo; said he; and then,
+excusing himself to the lady by the authority of my guardian,
+drew me to the fore platform of the Pullman car.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Miss Gould,&rsquo; he said in my ear, &lsquo;is it
+possible that you suppose yourself in safety?&nbsp; Let me
+completely undeceive you.&nbsp; One more such indiscretion and
+you return to Utah.&nbsp; And, in the meanwhile, if this woman
+should again address you, you are to reply with these words:
+&ldquo;Madam, I do not like you, and I will be obliged if you
+will suffer me to choose my own associates.&rdquo;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Alas, I had to do as I was bid; this lady, to whom I already
+felt myself drawn with the strongest cords of sympathy, I
+dismissed with insult; and thenceforward, through all that day, I
+sat in silence, gazing on the bare plains and swallowing my
+tears.&nbsp; Let that suffice: it was the pattern of my
+journey.&nbsp; Whether on the train, at the hotels, or on board
+the ocean steamer, I never exchanged a friendly word with any
+fellow-traveller but I was certain to be interrupted.&nbsp; In
+every place, on every side, the most unlikely persons, man or
+woman, rich or poor, became protectors to forward me upon my
+journey, or spies to observe and regulate my conduct.&nbsp; Thus
+I crossed the States, thus passed the ocean, the Mormon Eye still
+following my movements; and when at length a cab had set me down
+before that London lodging-house from which you saw me flee this
+morning, I had already ceased to struggle and ceased to hope.</p>
+<p>The landlady, like every one else through all that journey,
+was expecting my arrival.&nbsp; A fire was lighted in my room,
+which looked upon the garden; there were books on the table,
+clothes in the drawers; and there (I had almost said with
+contentment, and certainly with resignation) I saw month follow
+month over my head.&nbsp; At times my landlady took me for a walk
+or an excursion, but she would never suffer me to leave the house
+alone; and I, seeing that she also lived under the shadow of that
+widespread Mormon terror, felt too much pity to resist.&nbsp; To
+the child born on Mormon soil, as to the man who accepts the
+engagements of a secret order, no escape is possible; so I had
+clearly read, and I was thankful even for this respite.&nbsp;
+Meanwhile, I tried honestly to prepare my mind for my approaching
+nuptials.&nbsp; The day drew near when my bridegroom was to visit
+me, and gratitude and fear alike obliged me to consent.&nbsp; A
+son of Doctor Grierson&rsquo;s, be he what he pleased, must still
+be young, and it was even probable he should be handsome; on more
+than that, I felt I dared not reckon; and in moulding my mind
+towards consent I dwelt the more carefully on these physical
+attractions which I felt I might expect, and averted my eyes from
+moral or intellectual considerations.&nbsp; We have a great power
+upon our spirits; and as time passed I worked myself into a frame
+of acquiescence, nay, and I began to grow impatient for the
+hour.&nbsp; At night sleep forsook me; I sat all day by the fire,
+absorbed in dreams, conjuring up the features of my husband, and
+anticipating in fancy the touch of his hand and the sound of his
+voice.&nbsp; In the dead level and solitude of my existence, this
+was the one eastern window and the one door of hope.&nbsp; At
+last, I had so cultivated and prepared my will, that I began to
+be besieged with fears upon the other side.&nbsp; How if it was I
+that did not please?&nbsp; How if this unseen lover should turn
+from me with disaffection?&nbsp; And now I spent hours before the
+glass, studying and judging my attractions, and was never weary
+of changing my dress or ordering my hair.</p>
+<p>When the day came I was long about my toilet; but at last,
+with a sort of hopeful desperation, I had to own that I could do
+no more, and must now stand or fall by nature.&nbsp; My
+occupation ended, I fell a prey to the most sickening impatience,
+mingled with alarms; giving ear to the swelling rumour of the
+streets, and at each change of sound or silence, starting,
+shrinking, and colouring to the brow.&nbsp; Love is not to be
+prepared, I know, without some knowledge of the object; and yet,
+when the cab at last rattled to the door and I heard my visitor
+mount the stairs, such was the tumult of hopes in my poor bosom
+that love itself might have been proud to own their
+parentage.&nbsp; The door opened, and it was Doctor Grierson that
+appeared.&nbsp; I believe I must have screamed aloud, and I know,
+at least, that I fell fainting to the floor.</p>
+<p>When I came to myself he was standing over me, counting my
+pulse.&nbsp; &lsquo;I have startled you,&rsquo; he said.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;A difficulty unforeseen&mdash;the impossibility of
+obtaining a certain drug in its full purity&mdash;has forced me
+to resort to London unprepared.&nbsp; I regret that I should have
+shown myself once more without those poor attractions which are
+much, perhaps, to you, but to me are no more considerable than
+rain that falls into the sea.&nbsp; Youth is but a state, as
+passing as that syncope from which you are but just awakened,
+and, if there be truth in science, as easy to recall; for I find,
+Asenath, that I must now take you for my confidant.&nbsp; Since
+my first years, I have devoted every hour and act of life to one
+ambitious task; and the time of my success is at hand.&nbsp; In
+these new countries, where I was so long content to stay, I
+collected indispensable ingredients; I have fortified myself on
+every side from the possibility of error; what was a dream now
+takes the substance of reality; and when I offered you a son of
+mine I did so in a figure.&nbsp; That son&mdash;that husband,
+Asenath, is myself&mdash;not as you now behold me, but restored
+to the first energy of youth.&nbsp; You think me mad?&nbsp; It is
+the customary attitude of ignorance.&nbsp; I will not argue; I
+will leave facts to speak.&nbsp; When you behold me purified,
+invigorated, renewed, restamped in the original image&mdash;when
+you recognise in me (what I shall be) the first perfect
+expression of the powers of mankind&mdash;I shall be able to
+laugh with a better grace at your passing and natural
+incredulity.&nbsp; To what can you aspire&mdash;fame, riches,
+power, the charm of youth, the dear-bought wisdom of
+age&mdash;that I shall not be able to afford you in
+perfection?&nbsp; Do not deceive yourself.&nbsp; I already excel
+you in every human gift but one: when that gift also has been
+restored to me you will recognise your master.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Hereupon, consulting his watch, he told me he must now leave
+me to myself; and bidding me consult reason, and not girlish
+fancies, he withdrew.&nbsp; I had not the courage to move; the
+night fell and found me still where he had laid me during my
+faint, my face buried in my hands, my soul drowned in the darkest
+apprehensions.&nbsp; Late in the evening he returned, carrying a
+candle, and, with a certain irritable tremor, bade me rise and
+sup.&nbsp; &lsquo;Is it possible,&rsquo; he added, &lsquo;that I
+have been deceived in your courage?&nbsp; A cowardly girl is no
+fit mate for me.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I flung myself before him on my knees, and with floods of
+tears besought him to release me from this engagement, assuring
+him that my cowardice was abject, and that in every point of
+intellect and character I was his hopeless and derisible
+inferior.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Why, certainly,&rsquo; he replied.&nbsp; &lsquo;I know
+you better than yourself; and I am well enough acquainted with
+human nature to understand this scene.&nbsp; It is addressed to
+me,&rsquo; he added with a smile, &lsquo;in my character of the
+still untransformed.&nbsp; But do not alarm yourself about the
+future.&nbsp; Let me but attain my end, and not you only,
+Asenath, but every woman on the face of the earth becomes my
+willing slave.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Thereupon he obliged me to rise and eat; sat down with me to
+table; helped and entertained me with the attentions of a
+fashionable host; and it was not till a late hour, that, bidding
+me courteously good-night, he once more left me alone to my
+misery.</p>
+<p>In all this talk of an elixir and the restoration of his
+youth, I scarce knew from which hypothesis I should the more
+eagerly recoil.&nbsp; If his hopes reposed on any base of fact,
+if indeed, by some abhorrent miracle, he should discard his age,
+death were my only refuge from that most unnatural, that most
+ungodly union.&nbsp; If, on the other hand, these dreams were
+merely lunatic, the madness of a life waxed suddenly acute, my
+pity would become a load almost as heavy to bear as my revolt
+against the marriage.&nbsp; So passed the night, in alternations
+of rebellion and despair, of hate and pity; and with the next
+morning I was only to comprehend more fully my enslaved
+position.&nbsp; For though he appeared with a very tranquil
+countenance, he had no sooner observed the marks of grief upon my
+brow than an answering darkness gathered on his own.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Asenath.&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;you owe me much already;
+with one finger I still hold you suspended over death; my life is
+full of labour and anxiety; and I choose,&rsquo; said he, with a
+remarkable accent of command, &lsquo;that you shall greet me with
+a pleasant face.&rsquo;&nbsp; He never needed to repeat the
+recommendation; from that day forward I was always ready to
+receive him with apparent cheerfulness; and he rewarded me with a
+good deal of his company, and almost more than I could bear of
+his confidence.&nbsp; He had set up a laboratory in the back part
+of the house, where he toiled day and night at his elixir, and he
+would come thence to visit me in my parlour: now with passing
+humours of discouragement; now, and far more often, radiant with
+hope.&nbsp; It was impossible to see so much of him, and not to
+recognise that the sands of his life were running low; and yet
+all the time he would be laying out vast fields of future, and
+planning, with all the confidence of youth, the most unbounded
+schemes of pleasure and ambition.&nbsp; How I replied I know not;
+but I found a voice and words to answer, even while I wept and
+raged to hear him.</p>
+<p>A week ago the doctor entered my room with the marks of great
+exhilaration contending with pitiful bodily weakness.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Asenath,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;I have now obtained the
+last ingredient.&nbsp; In one week from now the perilous moment
+of the last projection will draw nigh.&nbsp; You have once before
+assisted, although unconsciously, at the failure of a similar
+experiment.&nbsp; It was the elixir which so terribly exploded
+one night when you were passing my house; and it is idle to deny
+that the conduct of so delicate a process, among the million jars
+and trepidations of so great a city, presents a certain element
+of danger.&nbsp; From this point of view, I cannot but regret the
+perfect stillness of my house among the deserts; but, on the
+other hand, I have succeeded in proving that the singularly
+unstable equilibrium of the elixir, at the moment of projection,
+is due rather to the impurity than to the nature of the
+ingredients; and as all are now of an equal and exquisite nicety,
+I have little fear for the result.&nbsp; In a week then from
+to-day, my dear Asenath, this period of trial will be
+ended.&rsquo;&nbsp; And he smiled upon me in a manner unusually
+paternal.</p>
+<p>I smiled back with my lips, but at my heart there raged the
+blackest and most unbridled terror.&nbsp; What if he
+failed?&nbsp; And oh, tenfold worse! what if he succeeded?&nbsp;
+What detested and unnatural changeling would appear before me to
+claim my hand?&nbsp; And could there, I asked myself with a
+dreadful sinking, be any truth in his boasts of an assured
+victory over my reluctance?&nbsp; I knew him, indeed, to be
+masterful, to lead my life at a sign.&nbsp; Suppose, then, this
+experiment to succeed; suppose him to return to me, hideously
+restored, like a vampire in a legend; and suppose that, by some
+devilish fascination . . . My head turned; all former fears
+deserted me: and I felt I could embrace the worst in preference
+to this.</p>
+<p>My mind was instantly made up.&nbsp; The doctor&rsquo;s
+presence in London was justified by the affairs of the Mormon
+polity.&nbsp; Often, in our conversation, he would gloat over the
+details of that great organisation, which he feared even while
+yet he wielded it; and would remind me, that even in the humming
+labyrinth of London, we were still visible to that unsleeping eye
+in Utah.&nbsp; His visitors, indeed, who were of every sort, from
+the missionary to the destroying angel, and seemed to belong to
+every rank of life, had, up to that moment, filled me with
+unmixed repulsion and alarm.&nbsp; I knew that if my secret were
+to reach the ear of any leader my fate were sealed beyond
+redemption; and yet in my present pass of horror and despair, it
+was to these very men that I turned for help.&nbsp; I waylaid
+upon the stair one of the Mormon missionaries, a man of a low
+class, but not inaccessible to pity; told him I scarce remember
+what elaborate fable to explain my application; and by his
+intermediacy entered into correspondence with my father&rsquo;s
+family.&nbsp; They recognised my claim for help, and on this very
+day I was to begin my escape.</p>
+<p>Last night I sat up fully dressed, awaiting the result of the
+doctor&rsquo;s labours, and prepared against the worst.&nbsp; The
+nights at this season and in this northern latitude are short;
+and I had soon the company of the returning daylight.&nbsp; The
+silence in and around the house was only broken by the movements
+of the doctor in the laboratory; to these I listened, watch in
+hand, awaiting the hour of my escape, and yet consumed by anxiety
+about the strange experiment that was going forward
+overhead.&nbsp; Indeed, now that I was conscious of some
+protection for myself, my sympathies had turned more directly to
+the doctor&rsquo;s side; I caught myself even praying for his
+success; and when some hours ago a low, peculiar cry reached my
+ears from the laboratory, I could no longer control my
+impatience, but mounted the stairs and opened the door.</p>
+<p>The doctor was standing in the middle of the room; in his hand
+a large, round-bellied, crystal flask, some three parts full of a
+bright amber-coloured liquid; on his face a rapture of gratitude
+and joy unspeakable.&nbsp; As he saw me he raised the flask at
+arm&rsquo;s length.&nbsp; &lsquo;Victory!&rsquo; he cried.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Victory, Asenath!&rsquo;&nbsp; And then&mdash;whether the
+flask escaped his trembling fingers, or whether the explosion
+were spontaneous, I cannot tell&mdash;enough that we were thrown,
+I against the door-post, the doctor into the corner of the room;
+enough that we were shaken to the soul by the same explosion that
+must have startled you upon the street; and that, in the brief
+space of an indistinguishable instant, there remained nothing of
+the labours of the doctor&rsquo;s lifetime but a few shards of
+broken crystal and those voluminous and ill-smelling vapours that
+pursued me in my flight.</p>
+<h2><!-- page 76--><a name="page76"></a><span class="pagenum">p.
+76</span><i>THE SQUIRE OF DAMES</i><br />
+(<i>Concluded</i>)</h2>
+<p>What with the lady&rsquo;s animated manner and dramatic
+conduct of her voice, Challoner had thrilled to every incident
+with genuine emotion.&nbsp; His fancy, which was not perhaps of a
+very lively character, applauded both the matter and the style;
+but the more judicial functions of his mind refused assent.&nbsp;
+It was an excellent story; and it might be true, but he believed
+it was not.&nbsp; Miss Fonblanque was a lady, and it was
+doubtless possible for a lady to wander from the truth; but how
+was a gentleman to tell her so?&nbsp; His spirits for some time
+had been sinking, but they now fell to zero; and long after her
+voice had died away he still sat with a troubled and averted
+countenance, and could find no form of words to thank her for her
+narrative.&nbsp; His mind, indeed, was empty of everything beyond
+a dull longing for escape.&nbsp; From this pause, which grew the
+more embarrassing with every second, he was roused by the sudden
+laughter of the lady.&nbsp; His vanity was alarmed; he turned and
+faced her; their eyes met; and he caught from hers a spark of
+such frank merriment as put him instantly at ease.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You certainly,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;appear to bear
+your calamities with excellent spirit.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Do I not?&rsquo; she cried, and fell once more into
+delicious laughter.&nbsp; But from this access she more speedily
+recovered.&nbsp; &lsquo;This is all very well,&rsquo; said she,
+nodding at him gravely, &lsquo;but I am still in a most
+distressing situation, from which, if you deny me your help, I
+shall find it difficult indeed to free myself.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>At this mention of help Challoner fell back to his original
+gloom.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My sympathies are much engaged with you,&rsquo; he
+said, &lsquo;and I should be delighted, I am sure.&nbsp; But our
+position is most unusual; and circumstances over which I have, I
+can assure you, no control, deprive me of the power&mdash;the
+pleasure&mdash;Unless, indeed,&rsquo; he added, somewhat
+brightening at the thought, &lsquo;I were to recommend you to the
+care of the police?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>She laid her hand upon his arm and looked hard into his eyes;
+and he saw with wonder that, for the first time since the moment
+of their meeting, every trace of colour had faded from her
+cheek.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Do so,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;and&mdash;weigh my words
+well&mdash;you kill me as certainly as with a knife.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;God bless me!&rsquo; exclaimed Challoner.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh,&rsquo; she cried, &lsquo;I can see you disbelieve
+my story and make light of the perils that surround me; but who
+are you to judge?&nbsp; My family share my apprehensions; they
+help me in secret; and you saw yourself by what an emissary, and
+in what a place, they have chosen to supply me with the funds for
+my escape.&nbsp; I admit that you are brave and clever and have
+impressed me most favourably; but how are you to prefer your
+opinion before that of my uncle, an ex-minister of state, a man
+with the ear of the Queen, and of a long political
+experience?&nbsp; If I am mad, is he?&nbsp; And you must allow
+me, besides, a special claim upon your help.&nbsp; Strange as you
+may think my story, you know that much of it is true; and if you
+who heard the explosion and saw the Mormon at Victoria, refuse to
+credit and assist me, to whom am I to turn?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;He gave you money then?&rsquo; asked Challoner, who had
+been dwelling singly on that fact.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I begin to interest you,&rsquo; she cried.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;But, frankly, you are condemned to help me.&nbsp; If the
+service I had to ask of you were serious, were suspicious, were
+even unusual, I should say no more.&nbsp; But what is it?&nbsp;
+To take a pleasure trip (for which, if you will suffer me, I
+propose to pay) and to carry from one lady to another a sum of
+money!&nbsp; What can be more simple?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Is the sum,&rsquo; asked Challoner,
+&lsquo;considerable?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>She produced a packet from her bosom; and observing that she
+had not yet found time to make the count, tore open the cover and
+spread upon her knees a considerable number of Bank of England
+notes.&nbsp; It took some time to make the reckoning, for the
+notes were of every degree of value; but at last, and counting a
+few loose sovereigns, she made out the sum to be a little under
+&pound;710 sterling.&nbsp; The sight of so much money worked an
+immediate revolution in the mind of Challoner.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And you propose, madam,&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;to
+intrust that money to a perfect stranger?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah!&rsquo; said she, with a charming smile, &lsquo;but
+I no longer regard you as a stranger.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; said Challoner, &lsquo;I perceive I must
+make you a confession.&nbsp; Although of a very good
+family&mdash;through my mother, indeed, a lineal descendant of
+the patriot Bruce&mdash;I dare not conceal from you that my
+affairs are deeply, very deeply involved.&nbsp; I am in debt; my
+pockets are practically empty; and, in short, I am fallen to that
+state when a considerable sum of money would prove to many men an
+irresistible temptation.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Do you not see,&rsquo; returned the young lady,
+&lsquo;that by these words you have removed my last
+hesitation?&nbsp; Take them.&rsquo;&nbsp; And she thrust the
+notes into the young man&rsquo;s hand.</p>
+<p>He sat so long, holding them, like a baby at the font, that
+Miss Fonblanque once more bubbled into laughter.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Pray,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;hesitate no further; put
+them in your pocket; and to relieve our position of any shadow of
+embarrassment, tell me by what name I am to address my
+knight-errant, for I find myself reduced to the awkwardness of
+the pronoun.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Had borrowing been in question, the wisdom of our ancestors
+had come lightly to the young man&rsquo;s aid; but upon what
+pretext could he refuse so generous a trust?&nbsp; Upon none he
+saw, that was not unpardonably wounding; and the bright eyes and
+the high spirits of his companion had already made a breach in
+the rampart of Challoner&rsquo;s caution.&nbsp; The whole thing,
+he reasoned, might be a mere mystification, which it were the
+height of solemn folly to resent.&nbsp; On the other hand, the
+explosion, the interview at the public-house, and the very money
+in his hands, seemed to prove beyond denial the existence of some
+serious danger; and if that were so, could he desert her?&nbsp;
+There was a choice of risks: the risk of behaving with
+extraordinary incivility and unhandsomeness to a lady, and the
+risk of going on a fool&rsquo;s errand.&nbsp; The story seemed
+false; but then the money was undeniable.&nbsp; The whole
+circumstances were questionable and obscure; but the lady was
+charming, and had the speech and manners of society.&nbsp; While
+he still hung in the wind, a recollection returned upon his mind
+with some of the dignity of prophecy.&nbsp; Had he not promised
+Somerset to break with the traditions of the commonplace, and to
+accept the first adventure offered?&nbsp; Well, here was the
+adventure.</p>
+<p>He thrust the money into his pocket.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My name is Challoner,&rsquo; said he.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Mr. Challoner,&rsquo; she replied, &lsquo;you have come
+very generously to my aid when all was against me.&nbsp; Though I
+am myself a very humble person, my family commands great
+interest; and I do not think you will repent this handsome
+action.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Challoner flushed with pleasure.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I imagine that, perhaps, a consulship,&rsquo; she
+added, her eyes dwelling on him with a judicial admiration,
+&lsquo;a consulship in some great town or capital&mdash;or
+else&mdash;But we waste time; let us set about the work of my
+delivery.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>She took his arm with a frank confidence that went to his
+heart; and once more laying by all serious thoughts, she
+entertained him, as they crossed the park, with her agreeable
+gaiety of mind.&nbsp; Near the Marble Arch they found a hansom,
+which rapidly conveyed them to the terminus at Euston Square; and
+here, in the hotel, they sat down to an excellent
+breakfast.&nbsp; The young lady&rsquo;s first step was to call
+for writing materials and write, upon one corner of the table, a
+hasty note; still, as she did so, glancing with smiles at her
+companion.&nbsp; &lsquo;Here,&rsquo; said she, &lsquo;here is the
+letter which will introduce you to my cousin.&rsquo;&nbsp; She
+began to fold the paper.&nbsp; &lsquo;My cousin, although I have
+never seen her, has the character of a very charming woman and a
+recognised beauty; of that I know nothing, but at least she has
+been very kind to me; so has my lord her father; so have
+you&mdash;kinder than all&mdash;kinder than I can bear to think
+of.&rsquo;&nbsp; She said this with unusual emotion; and, at the
+same time, sealed the envelope.&nbsp; &lsquo;Ah!&rsquo; she
+cried, &lsquo;I have shut my letter!&nbsp; It is not quite
+courteous; and yet, as between friends, it is perhaps better
+so.&nbsp; I introduce you, after all, into a family secret; and
+though you and I are already old comrades, you are still unknown
+to my uncle.&nbsp; You go then to this address, Richard Street,
+Glasgow; go, please, as soon as you arrive; and give this letter
+with your own hands into those of Miss Fonblanque, for that is
+the name by which she is to pass.&nbsp; When we next meet, you
+will tell me what you think of her,&rsquo; she added, with a
+touch of the provocative.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah,&rsquo; said Challoner, almost tenderly, &lsquo;she
+can be nothing to me.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You do not know,&rsquo; replied the young lady, with a
+sigh.&nbsp; &lsquo;By-the-bye, I had forgotten&mdash;it is very
+childish, and I am almost ashamed to mention it&mdash;but when
+you see Miss Fonblanque, you will have to make yourself a little
+ridiculous; and I am sure the part in no way suits you.&nbsp; We
+had agreed upon a watchword.&nbsp; You will have to address an
+earl&rsquo;s daughter in these words: &ldquo;<i>Nigger</i>,
+<i>nigger</i>, <i>never die</i>;&rdquo; but reassure
+yourself,&rsquo; she added, laughing, &lsquo;for the fair
+patrician will at once finish the quotation.&nbsp; Come now, say
+your lesson.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;&ldquo;Nigger, nigger, never die,&rdquo;&rsquo;
+repeated Challoner, with undisguised reluctance.</p>
+<p>Miss Fonblanque went into fits of laughter.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Excellent,&rsquo; said she, &lsquo;it will be the most
+humorous scene.&rsquo;&nbsp; And she laughed again.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And what will be the counterword?&rsquo; asked
+Challoner stiffly.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I will not tell you till the last moment,&rsquo; said
+she; &lsquo;for I perceive you are growing too
+imperious.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Breakfast over, she accompanied the young man to the platform,
+bought him the <i>Graphic</i>, the <i>Athen&aelig;um</i>, and a
+paper-cutter, and stood on the step conversing till the whistle
+sounded.&nbsp; Then she put her head into the carriage.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;<i>Black face and shining eye</i>!&rsquo; she whispered,
+and instantly leaped down upon the platform, with a thrill of gay
+and musical laughter.&nbsp; As the train steamed out of the great
+arch of glass, the sound of that laughter still rang in the young
+man&rsquo;s ears.</p>
+<p>Challoner&rsquo;s position was too unusual to be long welcome
+to his mind.&nbsp; He found himself projected the whole length of
+England, on a mission beset with obscure and ridiculous
+circumstances, and yet, by the trust he had accepted, irrevocably
+bound to persevere.&nbsp; How easy it appeared, in the
+retrospect, to have refused the whole proposal, returned the
+money, and gone forth again upon his own affairs, a free and
+happy man!&nbsp; And it was now impossible: the enchantress who
+had held him with her eye had now disappeared, taking his honour
+in pledge; and as she had failed to leave him an address, he was
+denied even the inglorious safety of retreat.&nbsp; To use the
+paper-knife, or even to read the periodicals with which she had
+presented him, was to renew the bitterness of his remorse; and as
+he was alone in the compartment, he passed the day staring at the
+landscape in impotent repentance, and long before he was landed
+on the platform of St. Enoch&rsquo;s, had fallen to the lowest
+and coldest zones of self-contempt.</p>
+<p>As he was hungry, and elegant in his habits, he would have
+preferred to dine and to remove the stains of travel; but the
+words of the young lady, and his own impatient eagerness, would
+suffer no delay.&nbsp; In the late, luminous, and lamp-starred
+dusk of the summer evening, he accordingly set forward with brisk
+steps.</p>
+<p>The street to which he was directed had first seen the day in
+the character of a row of small suburban villas on a hillside;
+but the extension of the city had long since, and on every hand,
+surrounded it with miles of streets.&nbsp; From the top of the
+hill a range of very tall buildings, densely inhabited by the
+poorest classes of the population and variegated by drying-poles
+from every second window, overplumbed the villas and their little
+gardens like a sea-board cliff.&nbsp; But still, under the grime
+of years of city smoke, these antiquated cottages, with their
+venetian blinds and rural porticoes, retained a somewhat
+melancholy savour of the past.</p>
+<p>The street when Challoner entered it was perfectly
+deserted.&nbsp; From hard by, indeed, the sound of a thousand
+footfalls filled the ear; but in Richard Street itself there was
+neither light nor sound of human habitation.&nbsp; The appearance
+of the neighbourhood weighed heavily on the mind of the young
+man; once more, as in the streets of London, he was impressed
+with the sense of city deserts; and as he approached the number
+indicated, and somewhat falteringly rang the bell, his heart sank
+within him.</p>
+<p>The bell was ancient, like the house; it had a thin and
+garrulous note; and it was some time before it ceased to sound
+from the rear quarters of the building.&nbsp; Following upon this
+an inner door was stealthily opened, and careful and catlike
+steps drew near along the hall.&nbsp; Challoner, supposing he was
+to be instantly admitted, produced his letter, and, as well as he
+was able, prepared a smiling face.&nbsp; To his indescribable
+surprise, however, the footsteps ceased, and then, after a pause
+and with the like stealthiness, withdrew once more, and died away
+in the interior of the house.&nbsp; A second time the young man
+rang violently at the bell; a second time, to his keen
+hearkening, a certain bustle of discreet footing moved upon the
+hollow boards of the old villa; and again the fainthearted
+garrison only drew near to retreat.&nbsp; The cup of the
+visitor&rsquo;s endurance was now full to overflowing; and,
+committing the whole family of Fonblanque to every mood and shade
+of condemnation, he turned upon his heel and redescended the
+steps.&nbsp; Perhaps the mover in the house was watching from a
+window, and plucked up courage at the sight of this desistance;
+or perhaps, where he lurked trembling in the back parts of the
+villa, reason in its own right had conquered his alarms.&nbsp;
+Challoner, at least, had scarce set foot upon the pavement when
+he was arrested by the sound of the withdrawal of an inner bolt;
+one followed another, rattling in their sockets; the key turned
+harshly in the lock; the door opened; and there appeared upon the
+threshold a man of a very stalwart figure in his shirt
+sleeves.&nbsp; He was a person neither of great manly beauty nor
+of a refined exterior; he was not the man, in ordinary moods, to
+attract the eyes of the observer; but as he now stood in the
+doorway, he was marked so legibly with the extreme passion of
+terror that Challoner stood wonder-struck.&nbsp; For a fraction
+of a minute they gazed upon each other in silence; and then the
+man of the house, with ashen lips and gasping voice, inquired the
+business of his visitor.&nbsp; Challoner replied, in tones from
+which he strove to banish his surprise, that he was the bearer of
+a letter to a certain Miss Fonblanque.&nbsp; At this name, as at
+a talisman, the man fell back and impatiently invited him to
+enter; and no sooner had the adventurer crossed the threshold,
+than the door was closed behind him and his retreat cut off.</p>
+<p>It was already long past eight at night; and though the late
+twilight of the north still lingered in the streets, in the
+passage it was already groping dark.&nbsp; The man led Challoner
+directly to a parlour looking on the garden to the back.&nbsp;
+Here he had apparently been supping; for by the light of a tallow
+dip the table was seen to be covered with a napkin, and set out
+with a quart of bottled ale and the heel of a Gouda cheese.&nbsp;
+The room, on the other hand, was furnished with faded solidity,
+and the walls were lined with scholarly and costly volumes in
+glazed cases.&nbsp; The house must have been taken furnished; for
+it had no congruity with this man of the shirt sleeves and the
+mean supper.&nbsp; As for the earl&rsquo;s daughter, the earl and
+the visionary consulships in foreign cities, they had long ago
+begun to fade in Challoner&rsquo;s imagination.&nbsp; Like Doctor
+Grierson and the Mormon angels, they were plainly woven of the
+stuff of dreams.&nbsp; Not an illusion remained to the
+knight-errant; not a hope was left him, but to be speedily
+relieved from this disreputable business.</p>
+<p>The man had continued to regard his visitor with undisguised
+anxiety, and began once more to press him for his errand.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am here,&rsquo; said Challoner, &lsquo;simply to do a
+service between two ladies; and I must ask you, without further
+delay, to summon Miss Fonblanque, into whose hands alone I am
+authorised to deliver the letter that I bear.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>A growing wonder began to mingle on the man&rsquo;s face with
+the lines of solicitude.&nbsp; &lsquo;I am Miss
+Fonblanque,&rsquo; he said; and then, perceiving the effect of
+this communication, &lsquo;Good God!&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;what
+are you staring at?&nbsp; I tell you, I am Miss
+Fonblanque.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Seeing the speaker wore a chin-beard of considerable length,
+and the remainder of his face was blue with shaving, Challoner
+could only suppose himself the subject of a jest.&nbsp; He was no
+longer under the spell of the young lady&rsquo;s presence; and
+with men, and above all with his inferiors, he was capable of
+some display of spirit.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; said he, pretty roundly, &lsquo;I have put
+myself to great inconvenience for persons of whom I know too
+little, and I begin to be weary of the business.&nbsp; Either you
+shall immediately summon Miss Fonblanque, or I leave this house
+and put myself under the direction of the police.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This is horrible!&rsquo; exclaimed the man.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I declare before Heaven I am the person meant, but how
+shall I convince you?&nbsp; It must have been Clara, I perceive,
+that sent you on this errand&mdash;a madwoman, who jests with the
+most deadly interests; and here we are incapable, perhaps, of an
+agreement, and Heaven knows what may depend on our
+delay!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He spoke with a really startling earnestness; and at the same
+time there flashed upon the mind of Challoner the ridiculous
+jingle which was to serve as password.&nbsp; &lsquo;This may,
+perhaps, assist you,&rsquo; he said, and then, with some
+embarrassment, &lsquo;&ldquo;Nigger, nigger, never
+die.&rdquo;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>A light of relief broke upon the troubled countenance of the
+man with the chin-beard.&nbsp; &lsquo;&ldquo;Black face and
+shining eye&rdquo;&mdash;give me the letter,&rsquo; he panted, in
+one gasp.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well,&rsquo; said Challoner, though still with some
+reluctance, &lsquo;I suppose I must regard you as the proper
+recipient; and though I may justly complain of the spirit in
+which I have been treated, I am only too glad to be done with all
+responsibility.&nbsp; Here it is,&rsquo; and he produced the
+envelope.</p>
+<p>The man leaped upon it like a beast, and with hands that
+trembled in a manner painful to behold, tore it open and unfolded
+the letter.&nbsp; As he read, terror seemed to mount upon him to
+the pitch of nightmare.&nbsp; He struck one hand upon his brow,
+while with the other, as if unconsciously, he crumpled the paper
+to a ball.&nbsp; &lsquo;My gracious powers!&rsquo; he cried; and
+then, dashing to the window, which stood open on the garden, he
+clapped forth his head and shoulders, and whistled long and
+shrill.&nbsp; Challoner fell back into a corner, and resolutely
+grasping his staff, prepared for the most desperate events; but
+the thoughts of the man with the chin-beard were far removed from
+violence.&nbsp; Turning again into the room, and once more
+beholding his visitor, whom he appeared to have forgotten, he
+fairly danced with trepidation.&nbsp; &lsquo;Impossible!&rsquo;
+he cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;Oh, quite impossible!&nbsp; O Lord, I have
+lost my head.&rsquo;&nbsp; And then, once more striking his hand
+upon his brow, &lsquo;The money!&rsquo; he exclaimed.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Give me the money.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My good friend,&rsquo; replied Challoner, &lsquo;this
+is a very painful exhibition; and until I see you reasonably
+master of yourself, I decline to proceed with any
+business.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You are quite right,&rsquo; said the man.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I am of a very nervous habit; a long course of the dumb
+ague has undermined my constitution.&nbsp; But I know you have
+money; it may be still the saving of me; and oh, dear young
+gentleman, in pity&rsquo;s name be expeditious!&rsquo;&nbsp;
+Challoner, sincerely uneasy as he was, could scarce refrain from
+laughter; but he was himself in a hurry to be gone, and without
+more delay produced the money.&nbsp; &lsquo;You will find the
+sum, I trust, correct,&rsquo; he observed &lsquo;and let me ask
+you to give me a receipt.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>But the man heeded him not.&nbsp; He seized the money, and
+disregarding the sovereigns that rolled loose upon the floor,
+thrust the bundle of notes into his pocket.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;A receipt,&rsquo; repeated Challoner, with some
+asperity.&nbsp; &lsquo;I insist on a receipt.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Receipt?&rsquo; repeated the man, a little
+wildly.&nbsp; &lsquo;A receipt?&nbsp; Immediately!&nbsp; Await me
+here.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Challoner, in reply, begged the gentleman to lose no
+unnecessary time, as he was himself desirous of catching a
+particular train.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah, by God, and so am I!&rsquo; exclaimed the man with
+the chin-beard; and with that he was gone out of the room, and
+had rattled upstairs, four at a time, to the upper story of the
+villa.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This is certainly a most amazing business,&rsquo;
+thought Challoner; &lsquo;certainly a most disquieting affair;
+and I cannot conceal from myself that I have become mixed up with
+either lunatics or malefactors.&nbsp; I may truly thank my stars
+that I am so nearly and so creditably done with it.&rsquo;&nbsp;
+Thus thinking, and perhaps remembering the episode of the
+whistle, he turned to the open window.&nbsp; The garden was still
+faintly clear; he could distinguish the stairs and terraces with
+which the small domain had been adorned by former owners, and the
+blackened bushes and dead trees that had once afforded shelter to
+the country birds; beyond these he saw the strong retaining wall,
+some thirty feet in height, which enclosed the garden to the
+back; and again above that, the pile of dingy buildings rearing
+its frontage high into the night.&nbsp; A peculiar object lying
+stretched upon the lawn for some time baffled his eyesight; but
+at length he had made it out to be a long ladder, or series of
+ladders bound into one; and he was still wondering of what
+service so great an instrument could be in such a scant
+enclosure, when he was recalled to himself by the noise of some
+one running violently down the stairs.&nbsp; This was followed by
+the sudden, clamorous banging of the house door; and that again,
+by rapid and retreating footsteps in the street.</p>
+<p>Challoner sprang into the passage.&nbsp; He ran from room to
+room, upstairs and downstairs; and in that old dingy and
+worm-eaten house, he found himself alone.&nbsp; Only in one
+apartment, looking to the front, were there any traces of the
+late inhabitant: a bed that had been recently slept in and not
+made, a chest of drawers disordered by a hasty search, and on the
+floor a roll of crumpled paper.&nbsp; This he picked up.&nbsp;
+The light in this upper story looking to the front was
+considerably brighter than in the parlour; and he was able to
+make out that the paper bore the mark of the hotel at Euston, and
+even, by peering closely, to decipher the following lines in a
+very elegant and careful female hand:</p>
+<blockquote><p>&lsquo;<span class="smcap">Dear
+M&lsquo;Guire</span>,&mdash;It is certain your retreat is
+known.&nbsp; We have just had another failure, clockwork thirty
+hours too soon, with the usual humiliating result.&nbsp; Zero is
+quite disheartened.&nbsp; We are all scattered, and I could find
+no one but the <i>solemn ass</i> who brings you this and the
+money.&nbsp; I would love to see your meeting.&mdash;Ever
+yours,</p>
+<p style="text-align: right"><span class="smcap">Shining
+Eye</span>.&rsquo;</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>Challoner was stricken to the heart.&nbsp; He perceived by
+what facility, by what unmanly fear of ridicule, he had been
+brought down to be the gull of this intriguer; and his wrath
+flowed forth in almost equal measure against himself, against the
+woman, and against Somerset, whose idle counsels had impelled him
+to embark on that adventure.&nbsp; At the same time a great and
+troubled curiosity, and a certain chill of fear, possessed his
+spirit.&nbsp; The conduct of the man with the chin-beard, the
+terms of the letter, and the explosion of the early morning,
+fitted together like parts in some obscure and mischievous
+imbroglio.&nbsp; Evil was certainly afoot; evil, secrecy, terror,
+and falsehood were the conditions and the passions of the people
+among whom he had begun to move, like a blind puppet; and he who
+began as a puppet, his experience told him, was often doomed to
+perish as a victim.</p>
+<p>From the stupor of deep thought into which he had glided with
+the letter in his hand, he was awakened by the clatter of the
+bell.&nbsp; He glanced from the window; and, conceive his horror
+and surprise when he beheld, clustered on the steps, in the front
+garden and on the pavement of the street, a formidable posse of
+police!&nbsp; He started to the full possession of his powers and
+courage.&nbsp; Escape, and escape at any cost, was the one idea
+that possessed him.&nbsp; Swiftly and silently he redescended the
+creaking stairs; he was already in the passage when a second and
+more imperious summons from the door awoke the echoes of the
+empty house; nor had the bell ceased to jangle before he had
+bestridden the window-sill of the parlour and was lowering
+himself into the garden.&nbsp; His coat was hooked upon the iron
+flower-basket; for a moment he hung dependent heels and head
+below; and then, with the noise of rending cloth, and followed by
+several pots, he dropped upon the sod.&nbsp; Once more the bell
+was rung, and now with furious and repeated peals.&nbsp; The
+desperate Challoner turned his eyes on every side.&nbsp; They
+fell upon the ladder, and he ran to it, and with strenuous but
+unavailing effort sought to raise it from the ground.&nbsp;
+Suddenly the weight, which was thus resisting his whole strength,
+began to lighten in his hands; the ladder, like a thing of life,
+reared its bulk from off the sod; and Challoner, leaping back
+with a cry of almost superstitious terror, beheld the whole
+structure mount, foot by foot, against the face of the retaining
+wall.&nbsp; At the same time, two heads were dimly visible above
+the parapet, and he was hailed by a guarded whistle.&nbsp;
+Something in its modulation recalled, like an echo, the whistle
+of the man with the chin-beard.</p>
+<p>Had he chanced upon a means of escape prepared beforehand by
+those very miscreants whose messenger and gull he had
+become?&nbsp; Was this, indeed, a means of safety, or but the
+starting-point of further complication and disaster?&nbsp; He
+paused not to reflect.&nbsp; Scarce was the ladder reared to its
+full length than he had sprung already on the rounds; hand over
+hand, swift as an ape, he scaled the tottering stairway.&nbsp;
+Strong arms received, embraced, and helped him; he was lifted and
+set once more upon the earth; and with the spasm of his alarm yet
+unsubsided, found himself in the company of two rough-looking
+men, in the paved back yard of one of the tall houses that
+crowned the summit of the hill.&nbsp; Meanwhile, from below, the
+note of the bell had been succeeded by the sound of vigorous and
+redoubling blows.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Are you all out?&rsquo; asked one of his companions;
+and, as soon as he had babbled an answer in the affirmative, the
+rope was cut from the top round, and the ladder thrust roughly
+back into the garden, where it fell and broke with clattering
+reverberations.&nbsp; Its fall was hailed with many broken cries;
+for the whole of Richard Street was now in high emotion, the
+people crowding to the windows or clambering on the garden
+walls.&nbsp; The same man who had already addressed Challoner
+seized him by the arm; whisked him through the basement of the
+house and across the street upon the other side; and before the
+unfortunate adventurer had time to realise his situation, a door
+was opened, and he was thrust into a low and dark
+compartment.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Bedad,&rsquo; observed his guide, &lsquo;there was no
+time to lose.&nbsp; Is M&rsquo;Guire gone, or was it you that
+whistled?</p>
+<p>&lsquo;M&rsquo;Guire is gone,&rsquo; said Challoner.</p>
+<p>The guide now struck a light.&nbsp; &lsquo;Ah,&rsquo; said he,
+&lsquo;this will never do.&nbsp; You dare not go upon the streets
+in such a figure.&nbsp; Wait quietly here and I will bring you
+something decent.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>With that the man was gone, and Challoner, his attention thus
+rudely awakened, began ruefully to consider the havoc that had
+been worked in his attire.&nbsp; His hat was gone; his trousers
+were cruelly ripped; and the best part of one tail of his very
+elegant frockcoat had been left hanging from the iron crockets of
+the window.&nbsp; He had scarce had time to measure these
+disasters when his host re-entered the apartment and proceeded,
+without a word, to envelop the refined and urbane Challoner in a
+long ulster of the cheapest material, and of a pattern so gross
+and vulgar that his spirit sickened at the sight.&nbsp; This
+calumnious disguise was crowned and completed by a soft felt hat
+of the Tyrolese design, and several sizes too small.&nbsp; At
+another moment Challoner would simply have refused to issue forth
+upon the world thus travestied; but the desire to escape from
+Glasgow was now too strongly and too exclusively impressed upon
+his mind.&nbsp; With one haggard glance at the spotted tails of
+his new coat, he inquired what was to pay for this
+accoutrement.&nbsp; The man assured him that the whole expense
+was easily met from funds in his possession, and begged him,
+instead of wasting time, to make his best speed out of the
+neighbourhood.</p>
+<p>The young man was not loath to take the hint.&nbsp; True to
+his usual courtesy, he thanked the speaker and complimented him
+upon his taste in greatcoats; and leaving the man somewhat
+abashed by these remarks and the manner of their delivery, he
+hurried forth into the lamplit city.&nbsp; The last train was
+gone ere, after many deviations, he had reached the
+terminus.&nbsp; Attired as he was he dared not present himself at
+any reputable inn; and he felt keenly that the unassuming dignity
+of his demeanour would serve to attract attention, perhaps mirth
+and possibly suspicion, in any humbler hostelry.&nbsp; He was
+thus condemned to pass the solemn and uneventful hours of a whole
+night in pacing the streets of Glasgow; supperless; a figure of
+fun for all beholders; waiting the dawn, with hope indeed, but
+with unconquerable shrinkings; and above all things, filled with
+a profound sense of the folly and weakness of his conduct.&nbsp;
+It may be conceived with what curses he assailed the memory of
+the fair narrator of Hyde Park; her parting laughter rang in his
+ears all night with damning mockery and iteration; and when he
+could spare a thought from this chief artificer of his confusion,
+it was to expend his wrath on Somerset and the career of the
+amateur detective.&nbsp; With the coming of day, he found in a
+shy milk-shop the means to appease his hunger.&nbsp; There were
+still many hours to wait before the departure of the South
+express; these he passed wandering with indescribable fatigue in
+the obscurer by-streets of the city; and at length slipped
+quietly into the station and took his place in the darkest corner
+of a third-class carriage.&nbsp; Here, all day long, he jolted on
+the bare boards, distressed by heat and continually reawakened
+from uneasy slumbers.&nbsp; By the half return ticket in his
+purse, he was entitled to make the journey on the easy cushions
+and with the ample space of the first-class; but alas! in his
+absurd attire, he durst not, for decency, commingle with his
+equals; and this small annoyance, coming last in such a series of
+disasters, cut him to the heart.</p>
+<p>That night, when, in his Putney lodging, he reviewed the
+expense, anxiety, and weariness of his adventure; when he beheld
+the ruins of his last good trousers and his last presentable
+coat; and above all, when his eye by any chance alighted on the
+Tyrolese hat or the degrading ulster, his heart would overflow
+with bitterness, and it was only by a serious call on his
+philosophy that he maintained the dignity of his demeanour.</p>
+<h2><!-- page 100--><a name="page100"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 100</span>SOMERSET&rsquo;S ADVENTURE</h2>
+<h3><i>THE SUPERFLUOUS MANSION</i></h3>
+<p>Mr. Paul Somerset was a young gentleman of a lively and fiery
+imagination, with very small capacity for action.&nbsp; He was
+one who lived exclusively in dreams and in the future: the
+creature of his own theories, and an actor in his own
+romances.&nbsp; From the cigar divan he proceeded to parade the
+streets, still heated with the fire of his eloquence, and
+scouting upon every side for the offer of some fortunate
+adventure.&nbsp; In the continual stream of passers-by, on the
+sealed fronts of houses, on the posters that covered the
+hoardings, and in every lineament and throb of the great city, he
+saw a mysterious and hopeful hieroglyph.&nbsp; But although the
+elements of adventure were streaming by him as thick as drops of
+water in the Thames, it was in vain that, now with a beseeching,
+now with something of a braggadocio air, he courted and provoked
+the notice of the passengers; in vain that, putting fortune to
+the touch, he even thrust himself into the way and came into
+direct collision with those of the more promising
+demeanour.&nbsp; Persons brimful of secrets, persons pining for
+affection, persons perishing for lack of help or counsel, he was
+sure he could perceive on every side; but by some contrariety of
+fortune, each passed upon his way without remarking the young
+gentleman, and went farther (surely to fare worse!) in quest of
+the confidant, the friend, or the adviser.&nbsp; To thousands he
+must have turned an appealing countenance, and yet not one
+regarded him.</p>
+<p>A light dinner, eaten to the accompaniment of his impetuous
+aspirations, broke in upon the series of his attempts on fortune;
+and when he returned to the task, the lamps were already lighted,
+and the nocturnal crowd was dense upon the pavement.&nbsp; Before
+a certain restaurant, whose name will readily occur to any
+student of our Babylon, people were already packed so closely
+that passage had grown difficult; and Somerset, standing in the
+kennel, watched, with a hope that was beginning to grow somewhat
+weary, the faces and the manners of the crowd.&nbsp; Suddenly he
+was startled by a gentle touch upon the shoulder, and facing
+about, he was aware of a very plain and elegant brougham, drawn
+by a pair of powerful horses, and driven by a man in sober
+livery.&nbsp; There were no arms upon the panel; the window was
+open, but the interior was obscure; the driver yawned behind his
+palm; and the young man was already beginning to suppose himself
+the dupe of his own fancy, when a hand, no larger than a
+child&rsquo;s and smoothly gloved in white, appeared in a corner
+of the window and privily beckoned him to approach.&nbsp; He did
+so, and looked in.&nbsp; The carriage was occupied by a single
+small and very dainty figure, swathed head and shoulders in
+impenetrable folds of white lace; and a voice, speaking low and
+silvery, addressed him in these words&mdash;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Open the door and get in.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It must be,&rsquo; thought the young man with an almost
+unbearable thrill, &lsquo;it must be that duchess at
+last!&rsquo;&nbsp; Yet, although the moment was one to which he
+had long looked forward, it was with a certain share of alarm
+that he opened the door, and, mounting into the brougham, took
+his seat beside the lady of the lace.&nbsp; Whether or no she had
+touched a spring, or given some other signal, the young man had
+hardly closed the door before the carriage, with considerable
+swiftness, and with a very luxurious and easy movement on its
+springs, turned and began to drive towards the west.</p>
+<p>Somerset, as I have written, was not unprepared; it had long
+been his particular pleasure to rehearse his conduct in the most
+unlikely situations; and this, among others, of the patrician
+ravisher, was one he had familiarly studied.&nbsp; Strange as it
+may seem, however, he could find no apposite remark; and as the
+lady, on her side, vouchsafed no further sign, they continued to
+drive in silence through the streets.&nbsp; Except for alternate
+flashes from the passing lamps, the carriage was plunged in
+obscurity; and beyond the fact that the fittings were luxurious,
+and that the lady was singularly small and slender in person,
+and, all but one gloved hand, still swathed in her costly veil,
+the young man could decipher no detail of an inspiring
+nature.&nbsp; The suspense began to grow unbearable.&nbsp; Twice
+he cleared his throat, and twice the whole resources of the
+language failed him.&nbsp; In similar scenes, when he had
+forecast them on the theatre of fancy, his presence of mind had
+always been complete, his eloquence remarkable; and at this
+disparity between the rehearsal and the performance, he began to
+be seized with a panic of apprehension.&nbsp; Here, on the very
+threshold of adventure, suppose him ignominiously to fail;
+suppose that after ten, twenty, or sixty seconds of still
+uninterrupted silence, the lady should touch the check-string and
+re-deposit him, weighed and found wanting, on the common
+street!&nbsp; Thousands of persons of no mind at all, he
+reasoned, would be found more equal to the part; could, that very
+instant, by some decisive step, prove the lady&rsquo;s choice to
+have been well inspired, and put a stop to this intolerable
+silence.</p>
+<p>His eye, at this point, lighted on the hand.&nbsp; It was
+better to fall by desperate councils than to continue as he was;
+and with one tremulous swoop he pounced on the gloved fingers and
+drew them to himself.&nbsp; One overt step, it had appeared to
+him, would dissolve the spell of his embarrassment; in act, he
+found it otherwise: he found himself no less incapable of speech
+or further progress; and with the lady&rsquo;s hand in his, sat
+helpless.&nbsp; But worse was in store.&nbsp; A peculiar
+quivering began to agitate the form of his companion; the hand
+that lay unresistingly in Somerset&rsquo;s trembled as with ague;
+and presently there broke forth, in the shadow of the carriage,
+the bubbling and musical sound of laughter, resisted but
+triumphant.&nbsp; The young man dropped his prize; had it been
+possible, he would have bounded from the carriage.&nbsp; The
+lady, meanwhile, lying back upon the cushions, passed on from
+trill to trill of the most heartfelt, high-pitched, clear and
+fairy-sounding merriment.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You must not be offended,&rsquo; she said at last,
+catching an opportunity between two paroxysms.&nbsp; &lsquo;If
+you have been mistaken in the warmth of your attentions, the
+fault is solely mine; it does not flow from your presumption, but
+from my eccentric manner of recruiting friends; and, believe me,
+I am the last person in the world to think the worse of a young
+man for showing spirit.&nbsp; As for to-night, it is my intention
+to entertain you to a little supper; and if I shall continue to
+be as much pleased with your manners as I was taken with your
+face, I may perhaps end by making you an advantageous
+offer.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset sought in vain to find some form of answer, but his
+discomfiture had been too recent and complete.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Come,&rsquo; returned the lady, &lsquo;we must have no
+display of temper; that is for me the one disqualifying fault;
+and as I perceive we are drawing near our destination, I shall
+ask you to descend and offer me your arm.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Indeed, at that very moment the carriage drew up before a
+stately and severe mansion in a spacious square; and Somerset,
+who was possessed of an excellent temper, with the best grace in
+the world assisted the lady to alight.&nbsp; The door was opened
+by an old woman of a grim appearance, who ushered the pair into a
+dining-room somewhat dimly lighted, but already laid for supper,
+and occupied by a prodigious company of large and valuable
+cats.&nbsp; Here, as soon as they were alone, the lady divested
+herself of the lace in which she was enfolded; and Somerset was
+relieved to find, that although still bearing the traces of great
+beauty, and still distinguished by the fire and colour of her
+eye, her hair was of a silvery whiteness and her face lined with
+years.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And now, <i>mon preux</i>,&rsquo; said the old lady,
+nodding at him with a quaint gaiety, &lsquo;you perceive that I
+am no longer in my first youth.&nbsp; You will soon find that I
+am all the better company for that.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>As she spoke, the maid re-entered the apartment with a light
+but tasteful supper.&nbsp; They sat down, accordingly, to table,
+the cats with savage pantomime surrounding the old lady&rsquo;s
+chair; and what with the excellence of the meal and the gaiety of
+his entertainer, Somerset was soon completely at his ease.&nbsp;
+When they had well eaten and drunk, the old lady leaned back in
+her chair, and taking a cat upon her lap, subjected her guest to
+a prolonged but evidently mirthful scrutiny.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I fear, madam,&rsquo; said Somerset, &lsquo;that my
+manners have not risen to the height of your preconceived
+opinion.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My dear young man,&rsquo; she replied, &lsquo;you were
+never more mistaken in your life.&nbsp; I find you charming, and
+you may very well have lighted on a fairy godmother.&nbsp; I am
+not one of those who are given to change their opinions, and
+short of substantial demerit, those who have once gained my
+favour continue to enjoy it; but I have a singular swiftness of
+decision, read my fellow men and women with a glance, and have
+acted throughout life on first impressions.&nbsp; Yours, as I
+tell you, has been favourable; and if, as I suppose, you are a
+young fellow of somewhat idle habits, I think it not improbable
+that we may strike a bargain.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah, madam,&rsquo; returned Somerset, &lsquo;you have
+divined my situation.&nbsp; I am a man of birth, parts, and
+breeding; excellent company, or at least so I find myself; but by
+a peculiar iniquity of fate, destitute alike of trade or
+money.&nbsp; I was, indeed, this evening upon the quest of an
+adventure, resolved to close with any offer of interest,
+emolument, or pleasure; and your summons, which I profess I am
+still at some loss to understand, jumped naturally with the
+inclination of my mind.&nbsp; Call it, if you will, impudence; I
+am here, at least, prepared for any proposition you can find it
+in your heart to make, and resolutely determined to
+accept.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You express yourself very well,&rsquo; replied the old
+lady, &lsquo;and are certainly a droll and curious young
+man.&nbsp; I should not care to affirm that you were sane, for I
+have never found any one entirely so besides myself; but at least
+the nature of your madness entertains me, and I will reward you
+with some description of my character and life.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Thereupon the old lady, still fondling the cat upon her lap,
+proceeded to narrate the following particulars.</p>
+<h3><!-- page 108--><a name="page108"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 108</span><i>NARRATIVE OF THE SPIRITED OLD
+LADY</i></h3>
+<p>I was the eldest daughter of the Reverend Bernard Fanshawe,
+who held a valuable living in the diocese of Bath and
+Wells.&nbsp; Our family, a very large one, was noted for a
+sprightly and incisive wit, and came of a good old stock where
+beauty was an heirloom.&nbsp; In Christian grace of character we
+were unhappily deficient.&nbsp; From my earliest years I saw and
+deplored the defects of those relatives whose age and position
+should have enabled them to conquer my esteem; and while I was
+yet a child, my father married a second wife, in whom (strange to
+say) the Fanshawe failings were exaggerated to a monstrous and
+almost laughable degree.&nbsp; Whatever may be said against me,
+it cannot be denied I was a pattern daughter; but it was in vain
+that, with the most touching patience, I submitted to my
+stepmother&rsquo;s demands; and from the hour she entered my
+father&rsquo;s house, I may say that I met with nothing but
+injustice and ingratitude.</p>
+<p>I stood not alone, however, in the sweetness of my
+disposition; for one other of the family besides myself was free
+from any violence of character.&nbsp; Before I had reached the
+age of sixteen, this cousin, John by name, had conceived for me a
+sincere but silent passion; and although the poor lad was too
+timid to hint at the nature of his feelings, I had soon divined
+and begun to share them.&nbsp; For some days I pondered on the
+odd situation created for me by the bashfulness of my admirer;
+and at length, perceiving that he began, in his distress, rather
+to avoid than seek my company, I determined to take the matter
+into my own hands.&nbsp; Finding him alone in a retired part of
+the rectory garden, I told him that I had divined his amiable
+secret, that I knew with what disfavour our union was sure to be
+regarded; and that, under the circumstances, I was prepared to
+flee with him at once.&nbsp; Poor John was literally paralysed
+with joy; such was the force of his emotions, that he could find
+no words in which to thank me; and that I, seeing him thus
+helpless, was obliged to arrange, myself, the details of our
+flight, and of the stolen marriage which was immediately to crown
+it.&nbsp; John had been at that time projecting a visit to the
+metropolis.&nbsp; In this I bade him persevere, and promised on
+the following day to join him at the Tavistock Hotel.</p>
+<p>True, on my side, to every detail of our arrangement, I arose,
+on the day in question, before the servants, packed a few
+necessaries in a bag, took with me the little money I possessed,
+and bade farewell for ever to the rectory.&nbsp; I walked with
+good spirits to a town some thirty miles from home, and was set
+down the next morning in this great city of London.&nbsp; As I
+walked from the coach-office to the hotel, I could not help
+exulting in the pleasant change that had befallen me; beholding,
+meanwhile, with innocent delight, the traffic of the streets, and
+depicting, in all the colours of fancy, the reception that
+awaited me from John.&nbsp; But alas! when I inquired for Mr.
+Fanshawe, the porter assured me there was no such gentleman among
+the guests.&nbsp; By what channel our secret had leaked out, or
+what pressure had been brought to bear on the too facile John, I
+could never fathom.&nbsp; Enough that my family had triumphed;
+that I found myself alone in London, tender in years, smarting
+under the most sensible mortification, and by every sentiment of
+pride and self-respect debarred for ever from my father&rsquo;s
+house.</p>
+<p>I rose under the blow, and found lodgings in the neighbourhood
+of Euston Road, where, for the first time in my life, I tasted
+the joys of independence.&nbsp; Three days afterwards, an
+advertisement in the <i>Times</i> directed me to the office of a
+solicitor whom I knew to be in my father&rsquo;s
+confidence.&nbsp; There I was given the promise of a very
+moderate allowance, and a distinct intimation that I must never
+look to be received at home.&nbsp; I could not but resent so
+cruel a desertion, and I told the lawyer it was a meeting I
+desired as little as themselves.&nbsp; He smiled at my courageous
+spirit, paid me the first quarter of my income, and gave me the
+remainder of my personal effects, which had been sent to me,
+under his care, in a couple of rather ponderous boxes.&nbsp; With
+these I returned in triumph to my lodgings, more content with my
+position than I should have thought possible a week before, and
+fully determined to make the best of the future.</p>
+<p>All went well for several months; and, indeed, it was my own
+fault alone that ended this pleasant and secluded episode of
+life.&nbsp; I have, I must confess, the fatal trick of spoiling
+my inferiors.&nbsp; My landlady, to whom I had as usual been
+overkind, impertinently called me in fault for some particular
+too small to mention; and I, annoyed that I had allowed her the
+freedom upon which she thus presumed, ordered her to leave my
+presence.&nbsp; She stood a moment dumb, and then, recalling her
+self-possession, &lsquo;Your bill,&rsquo; said she, &lsquo;shall
+be ready this evening, and to-morrow, madam, you shall leave my
+house.&nbsp; See,&rsquo; she added, &lsquo;that you are able to
+pay what you owe me; for if I do not receive the uttermost
+farthing, no box of yours shall pass my threshold.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I was confounded at her audacity, but as a whole
+quarter&rsquo;s income was due to me, not otherwise affected by
+the threat.&nbsp; That afternoon, as I left the solicitor&rsquo;s
+door, carrying in one hand, and done up in a paper parcel, the
+whole amount of my fortune, there befell me one of those decisive
+incidents that sometimes shape a life.&nbsp; The lawyer&rsquo;s
+office was situate in a street that opened at the upper end upon
+the Strand, and was closed at the lower, at the time of which I
+speak, by a row of iron railings looking on the Thames.&nbsp;
+Down this street, then, I beheld my stepmother advancing to meet
+me, and doubtless bound to the very house I had just left.&nbsp;
+She was attended by a maid whose face was new to me, but her own
+was too clearly printed on my memory; and the sight of it, even
+from a distance, filled me with generous indignation.&nbsp;
+Flight was impossible.&nbsp; There was nothing left but to
+retreat against the railing, and with my back turned to the
+street, pretend to be admiring the barges on the river or the
+chimneys of transpontine London.</p>
+<p>I was still so standing, and had not yet fully mastered the
+turbulence of my emotions, when a voice at my elbow addressed me
+with a trivial question.&nbsp; It was the maid whom my
+stepmother, with characteristic hardness, had left to await her
+on the street, while she transacted her business with the family
+solicitor.&nbsp; The girl did not know who I was; the opportunity
+too golden to be lost; and I was soon hearing the latest news of
+my father&rsquo;s rectory and parish.&nbsp; It did not surprise
+me to find that she detested her employers; and yet the terms in
+which she spoke of them were hard to bear, hard to let pass
+unchallenged.&nbsp; I heard them, however, without dissent, for
+my self-command is wonderful; and we might have parted as we met,
+had she not proceeded, in an evil hour, to criticise the
+rector&rsquo;s missing daughter, and with the most shocking
+perversions, to narrate the story of her flight.&nbsp; My nature
+is so essentially generous that I can never pause to
+reason.&nbsp; I flung up my hand sharply, by way, as well as I
+remember, of indignant protest; and, in the act, the packet
+slipped from my fingers, glanced between the railings, and fell
+and sunk in the river.&nbsp; I stood a moment petrified, and
+then, struck by the drollery of the incident, gave way to peals
+of laughter.&nbsp; I was still laughing when my stepmother
+reappeared, and the maid, who doubtless considered me insane, ran
+off to join her; nor had I yet recovered my gravity when I
+presented myself before the lawyer to solicit a fresh
+advance.&nbsp; His answer made me serious enough, for it was a
+flat refusal; and it was not until I had besought him even with
+tears, that he consented to lend me ten pounds from his own
+pocket.&nbsp; &lsquo;I am a poor man,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;and
+you must look for nothing farther at my hands.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The landlady met me at the door.&nbsp; &lsquo;Here,
+madam,&rsquo; said she, with a curtsey insolently low,
+&lsquo;here is my bill.&nbsp; Would it inconvenience you to
+settle it at once?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You shall be paid, madam,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;in the
+morning, in the proper course.&rsquo;&nbsp; And I took the paper
+with a very high air, but inwardly quaking.</p>
+<p>I had no sooner looked at it than I perceived myself to be
+lost.&nbsp; I had been short of money and had allowed my debt to
+mount; and it had now reached the sum, which I shall never
+forget, of twelve pounds thirteen and fourpence halfpenny.&nbsp;
+All evening I sat by the fire considering my situation.&nbsp; I
+could not pay the bill; my landlady would not suffer me to remove
+my boxes; and without either baggage or money, how was I to find
+another lodging?&nbsp; For three months, unless I could invent
+some remedy, I was condemned to be without a roof and without a
+penny.&nbsp; It can surprise no one that I decided on immediate
+flight; but even here I was confronted by a difficulty, for I had
+no sooner packed my boxes than I found I was not strong enough to
+move, far less to carry them.</p>
+<p>In this strait I did not hesitate a moment, but throwing on a
+shawl and bonnet, and covering my face with a thick veil, I
+betook myself to that great bazaar of dangerous and smiling
+chances, the pavement of the city.&nbsp; It was already late at
+night, and the weather being wet and windy, there were few abroad
+besides policemen.&nbsp; These, on my present mission, I had wit
+enough to know for enemies; and wherever I perceived their moving
+lanterns, I made haste to turn aside and choose another
+thoroughfare.&nbsp; A few miserable women still walked the
+pavement; here and there were young fellows returning drunk, or
+ruffians of the lowest class lurking in the mouths of alleys; but
+of any one to whom I might appeal in my distress, I began almost
+to despair.</p>
+<p>At last, at the corner of a street, I ran into the arms of one
+who was evidently a gentleman, and who, in all his appointments,
+from his furred great-coat to the fine cigar which he was
+smoking, comfortably breathed of wealth.&nbsp; Much as my face
+has changed from its original beauty, I still retain (or so I
+tell myself) some traces of the youthful lightness of my
+figure.&nbsp; Even veiled as I then was, I could perceive the
+gentleman was struck by my appearance: and this emboldened me for
+my adventure.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; said I, with a quickly beating heart,
+&lsquo;sir, are you one in whom a lady can confide?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Why, my dear,&rsquo; said he, removing his cigar,
+&lsquo;that depends on circumstances.&nbsp; If you will raise
+your veil&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; I interrupted, &lsquo;let there be no
+mistake.&nbsp; I ask you, as a gentleman, to serve me, but I
+offer no reward.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That is frank,&rsquo; said he; &lsquo;but hardly
+tempting.&nbsp; And what, may I inquire, is the nature of the
+service?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>But I knew well enough it was not my interest to tell him on
+so short an interview.&nbsp; &lsquo;If you will accompany
+me,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;to a house not far from here, you can
+see for yourself.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He looked at me awhile with hesitating eyes; and then, tossing
+away his cigar, which was not yet a quarter smoked, &lsquo;Here
+goes!&rsquo; said he, and with perfect politeness offered me his
+arm.&nbsp; I was wise enough to take it; to prolong our walk as
+far as possible, by more than one excursion from the shortest
+line; and to beguile the way with that sort of conversation which
+should prove to him indubitably from what station in society I
+sprang.&nbsp; By the time we reached the door of my lodging, I
+felt sure I had confirmed his interest, and might venture, before
+I turned the pass-key, to beseech him to moderate his voice and
+to tread softly.&nbsp; He promised to obey me: and I admitted him
+into the passage and thence into my sitting-room, which was
+fortunately next the door.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And now,&rsquo; said he, when with trembling fingers I
+had lighted a candle, &lsquo;what is the meaning of all
+this?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I wish you,&rsquo; said I, speaking with great
+difficulty, &lsquo;to help me out with these boxes&mdash;and I
+wish nobody to know.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He took up the candle.&nbsp; &lsquo;And I wish to see your
+face,&rsquo; said he.</p>
+<p>I turned back my veil without a word, and looked at him with
+every appearance of resolve that I could summon up.&nbsp; For
+some time he gazed into my face, still holding up the
+candle.&nbsp; &lsquo;Well,&rsquo; said he at last, &lsquo;and
+where do you wish them taken?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I knew that I had gained my point; and it was with a tremor in
+my voice that I replied.&nbsp; &lsquo;I had thought we might
+carry them between us to the corner of Euston Road,&rsquo; said
+I, &lsquo;where, even at this late hour, we may still find a
+cab.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Very good,&rsquo; was his reply; and he immediately
+hoisted the heavier of my trunks upon his shoulder, and taking
+one handle of the second, signed to me to help him at the other
+end.&nbsp; In this order we made good our retreat from the house,
+and without the least adventure, drew pretty near to the corner
+of Euston Road.&nbsp; Before a house, where there was a light
+still burning, my companion paused.&nbsp; &lsquo;Let us
+here,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;set down our boxes, while we go
+forward to the end of the street in quest of a cab.&nbsp; By
+doing so, we can still keep an eye upon their safety, and we
+avoid the very extraordinary figure we should otherwise
+present&mdash;a young man, a young lady, and a mass of baggage,
+standing castaway at midnight on the streets of
+London.&rsquo;&nbsp; So it was done, and the event proved him to
+be wise; for long before there was any word of a cab, a policeman
+appeared upon the scene, turned upon us the full glare of his
+lantern, and hung suspiciously behind us in a doorway.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;There seem to be no cabs about, policeman,&rsquo; said
+my champion, with affected cheerfulness.&nbsp; But the
+constable&rsquo;s answer was ungracious; and as for the offer of
+a cigar, with which this rebuff was most unwisely followed up, he
+refused it point-blank, and without the least civility.&nbsp; The
+young gentleman looked at me with a warning grimace, and there we
+continued to stand, on the edge of the pavement, in the beating
+rain, and with the policeman still silently watching our
+movements from the doorway.</p>
+<p>At last, and after a delay that seemed interminable, a
+four-wheeler appeared lumbering along in the mud, and was
+instantly hailed by my companion.&nbsp; &lsquo;Just pull up here,
+will you?&rsquo; he cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;We have some baggage up
+the street.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>And now came the hitch of our adventure; for when the
+policeman, still closely following us, beheld my two boxes lying
+in the rain, he arose from mere suspicion to a kind of certitude
+of something evil.&nbsp; The light in the house had been
+extinguished; the whole frontage of the street was dark; there
+was nothing to explain the presence of these unguarded trunks;
+and no two innocent people were ever, I believe, detected in such
+questionable circumstances.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Where have these things come from?&rsquo; asked the
+policeman, flashing his light full into my champion&rsquo;s
+face.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Why, from that house, of course,&rsquo; replied the
+young gentleman, hastily shouldering a trunk.</p>
+<p>The policeman whistled and turned to look at the dark windows;
+he then took a step towards the door, as though to knock, a
+course which had infallibly proved our ruin; but seeing us
+already hurrying down the street under our double burthen,
+thought better or worse of it, and followed in our wake.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;For God&rsquo;s sake,&rsquo; whispered my companion,
+&lsquo;tell me where to drive to.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Anywhere,&rsquo; I replied with anguish.&nbsp; &lsquo;I
+have no idea.&nbsp; Anywhere you like.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Thus it befell that, when the boxes had been stowed, and I had
+already entered the cab, my deliverer called out in clear tones
+the address of the house in which we are now seated.&nbsp; The
+policeman, I could see, was staggered.&nbsp; This neighbourhood,
+so retired, so aristocratic, was far from what he had
+expected.&nbsp; For all that, he took the number of the cab, and
+spoke for a few seconds and with a decided manner in the
+cabman&rsquo;s ear.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What can he have said?&rsquo; I gasped, as soon as the
+cab had rolled away.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I can very well imagine,&rsquo; replied my champion;
+&lsquo;and I can assure you that you are now condemned to go
+where I have said; for, should we attempt to change our
+destination by the way, the jarvey will drive us straight to a
+police-office.&nbsp; Let me compliment you on your nerves,&rsquo;
+he added.&nbsp; &lsquo;I have had, I believe, the most horrible
+fright of my existence.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>But my nerves, which he so much misjudged, were in so strange
+a disarray that speech was now become impossible; and we made the
+drive thenceforward in unbroken silence.&nbsp; When we arrived
+before the door of our destination, the young gentleman alighted,
+opened it with a pass-key like one who was at home, bade the
+driver carry the trunks into the hall, and dismissed him with a
+handsome fee.&nbsp; He then led me into this dining-room, looking
+nearly as you behold it, but with certain marks of bachelor
+occupancy, and hastened to pour out a glass of wine, which he
+insisted on my drinking.&nbsp; As soon as I could find my voice,
+&lsquo;In God&rsquo;s name,&rsquo; I cried, &lsquo;where am
+I?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He told me I was in his house, where I was very welcome, and
+had no more urgent business than to rest myself and recover my
+spirits.&nbsp; As he spoke he offered me another glass of wine,
+of which, indeed, I stood in great want, for I was faint, and
+inclined to be hysterical.&nbsp; Then he sat down beside the
+fire, lit another cigar, and for some time observed me curiously
+in silence.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And now,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;that you have somewhat
+restored yourself, will you be kind enough to tell me in what
+sort of crime I have become a partner?&nbsp; Are you murderer,
+smuggler, thief, or only the harmless and domestic moonlight
+flitter?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I had been already shocked by his lighting a cigar without
+permission, for I had not forgotten the one he threw away on our
+first meeting; and now, at these explicit insults, I resolved at
+once to reconquer his esteem.&nbsp; The judgment of the world I
+have consistently despised, but I had already begun to set a
+certain value on the good opinion of my entertainer.&nbsp;
+Beginning with a note of pathos, but soon brightening into my
+habitual vivacity and humour, I rapidly narrated the
+circumstances of my birth, my flight, and subsequent
+misfortunes.&nbsp; He heard me to an end in silence, gravely
+smoking.&nbsp; &lsquo;Miss Fanshawe,&rsquo; said he, when I had
+done, &lsquo;you are a very comical and most enchanting creature;
+and I can see nothing for it but that I should return to-morrow
+morning and satisfy your landlady&rsquo;s demands.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You strangely misinterpret my confidence,&rsquo; was my
+reply; &lsquo;and if you had at all appreciated my character, you
+would understand that I can take no money at your
+hands.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your landlady will doubtless not be so
+particular,&rsquo; he returned; &lsquo;nor do I at all despair of
+persuading even your unconquerable self.&nbsp; I desire you to
+examine me with critical indulgence.&nbsp; My name is Henry
+Luxmore, Lord Southwark&rsquo;s second son.&nbsp; I possess nine
+thousand a year, the house in which we are now sitting, and seven
+others in the best neighbourhoods in town.&nbsp; I do not believe
+I am repulsive to the eye, and as for my character, you have seen
+me under trial.&nbsp; I think you simply the most original of
+created beings; I need not tell you what you know very well, that
+you are ravishingly pretty; and I have nothing more to add,
+except that, foolish as it may appear, I am already head over
+heels in love with you.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;I am prepared to be
+misjudged; but while I continue to accept your hospitality that
+fact alone should be enough to protect me from insult.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Pardon me,&rsquo; said he: &lsquo;I offer you
+marriage.&rsquo;&nbsp; And leaning back in his chair he replaced
+his cigar between his lips.</p>
+<p>I own I was confounded by an offer, not only so unprepared,
+but couched in terms so singular.&nbsp; But he knew very well how
+to obtain his purposes, for he was not only handsome in person,
+but his very coolness had a charm; and to make a long story
+short, a fortnight later I became the wife of the Honourable
+Henry Luxmore.</p>
+<p>For nearly twenty years I now led a life of almost perfect
+quiet.&nbsp; My Henry had his weaknesses; I was twice driven to
+flee from his roof, but not for long; for though he was easily
+over-excited, his nature was placable below the surface, and with
+all his faults, I loved him tenderly.&nbsp; At last he was taken
+from me; and such is the power of self-deception, and so strange
+are the whims of the dying, he actually assured me, with his
+latest breath, that he forgave the violence of my temper!</p>
+<p>There was but one pledge of the marriage, my daughter
+Clara.&nbsp; She had, indeed, inherited a shadow of her
+father&rsquo;s failing; but in all things else, unless my partial
+eyes deceived me, she derived her qualities from me, and might be
+called my moral image.&nbsp; On my side, whatever else I may have
+done amiss, as a mother I was above reproach.&nbsp; Here, then,
+was surely every promise for the future; here, at last, was a
+relation in which I might hope to taste repose.&nbsp; But it was
+not to be.&nbsp; You will hardly credit me when I inform you that
+she ran away from home; yet such was the case.&nbsp; Some whim
+about oppressed nationalities&mdash;Ireland, Poland, and the
+like&mdash;has turned her brain; and if you should anywhere
+encounter a young lady (I must say, of remarkable attractions)
+answering to the name of Luxmore, Lake, or Fonblanque (for I am
+told she uses these indifferently, as well as many others), tell
+her, from me, that I forgive her cruelty, and though I will never
+more behold her face, I am at any time prepared to make her a
+liberal allowance.</p>
+<p>On the death of Mr. Luxmore, I sought oblivion in the details
+of business.&nbsp; I believe I have mentioned that seven
+mansions, besides this, formed part of Mr. Luxmore&rsquo;s
+property: I have found them seven white elephants.&nbsp; The
+greed of tenants, the dishonesty of solicitors, and the
+incapacity that sits upon the bench, have combined together to
+make these houses the burthen of my life.&nbsp; I had no sooner,
+indeed, begun to look into these matters for myself, than I
+discovered so many injustices and met with so much studied
+incivility, that I was plunged into a long series of lawsuits,
+some of which are pending to this day.&nbsp; You must have heard
+my name already; I am the Mrs. Luxmore of the Law Reports: a
+strange destiny, indeed, for one born with an almost cowardly
+desire for peace!&nbsp; But I am of the stamp of those who, when
+they have once begun a task, will rather die than leave their
+duty unfulfilled.&nbsp; I have met with every obstacle: insolence
+and ingratitude from my own lawyers; in my adversaries, that
+fault of obstinacy which is to me perhaps the most distasteful in
+the calendar; from the bench, civility indeed&mdash;always, I
+must allow, civility&mdash;but never a spark of independence,
+never that knowledge of the law and love of justice which we have
+a right to look for in a judge, the most august of human
+officers.&nbsp; And still, against all these odds, I have
+undissuadably persevered.</p>
+<p>It was after the loss of one of my innumerable cases (a
+subject on which I will not dwell) that it occurred to me to make
+a melancholy pilgrimage to my various houses.&nbsp; Four were at
+that time tenantless and closed, like pillars of salt,
+commemorating the corruption of the age and the decline of
+private virtue.&nbsp; Three were occupied by persons who had
+wearied me by every conceivable unjust demand and legal
+subterfuge&mdash;persons whom, at that very hour, I was moving
+heaven and earth to turn into the street.&nbsp; This was perhaps
+the sadder spectacle of the two; and my heart grew hot within me
+to behold them occupying, in my very teeth, and with an insolent
+ostentation, these handsome structures which were as much mine as
+the flesh upon my body.</p>
+<p>One more house remained for me to visit, that in which we now
+are.&nbsp; I had let it (for at that period I lodged in a hotel,
+the life that I have always preferred) to a Colonel Geraldine, a
+gentleman attached to Prince Florizel of Bohemia, whom you must
+certainly have heard of; and I had supposed, from the character
+and position of my tenant, that here, at least, I was safe
+against annoyance.&nbsp; What was my surprise to find this house
+also shuttered and apparently deserted!&nbsp; I will not deny
+that I was offended; I conceived that a house, like a yacht, was
+better to be kept in commission; and I promised myself to bring
+the matter before my solicitor the following morning.&nbsp;
+Meanwhile the sight recalled my fancy naturally to the past; and
+yielding to the tender influence of sentiment, I sat down
+opposite the door upon the garden parapet.&nbsp; It was August,
+and a sultry afternoon, but that spot is sheltered, as you may
+observe by daylight, under the branches of a spreading chestnut;
+the square, too, was deserted; there was a sound of distant music
+in the air; and all combined to plunge me into that most
+agreeable of states, which is neither happiness nor sorrow, but
+shares the poignancy of both.</p>
+<p>From this I was recalled by the arrival of a large van, very
+handsomely appointed, drawn by valuable horses, mounted by
+several men of an appearance more than decent, and bearing on its
+panels, instead of a trader&rsquo;s name, a coat-of-arms too
+modest to be deciphered from where I sat.&nbsp; It drew up before
+my house, the door of which was immediately opened by one of the
+men.&nbsp; His companions&mdash;I counted seven of them in
+all&mdash;proceeded, with disciplined activity, to take from the
+van and carry into the house a variety of hampers,
+bottle-baskets, and boxes, such as are designed for plate and
+napery.&nbsp; The windows of the dining-room were thrown widely
+open, as though to air it; and I saw some of those within laying
+the table for a meal.&nbsp; Plainly, I concluded, my tenant was
+about to return; and while still determined to submit to no
+aggression on my rights, I was gratified by the number and
+discipline of his attendants, and the quiet profusion that
+appeared to reign in his establishment.&nbsp; I was still so
+thinking when, to my extreme surprise, the windows and shutters
+of the dining-room were once more closed; the men began to
+reappear from the interior and resume their stations on the van;
+the last closed the door behind his exit; the van drove away; and
+the house was once more left to itself, looking blindly on the
+square with shuttered windows, as though the whole affair had
+been a vision.</p>
+<p>It was no vision, however; for, as I rose to my feet, and thus
+brought my eyes a little nearer to the level of the fanlight over
+the door, I saw that, though the day had still some hours to run,
+the hall lamps had been lighted and left burning.&nbsp; Plainly,
+then, guests were expected, and were not expected before
+night.&nbsp; For whom, I asked myself with indignation, were such
+secret preparations likely to be made?&nbsp; Although no prude, I
+am a woman of decided views upon morality; if my house, to which
+my husband had brought me, was to serve in the character of a
+<i>petite maison</i>, I saw myself forced, however unwillingly,
+into a new course of litigation; and, determined to return and
+know the worst, I hastened to my hotel for dinner.</p>
+<p>I was at my post by ten.&nbsp; The night was clear and quiet;
+the moon rode very high and put the lamps to shame; and the
+shadow below the chestnut was black as ink.&nbsp; Here, then, I
+ensconced myself on the low parapet, with my back against the
+railings, face to face with the moonlit front of my old home, and
+ruminating gently on the past.&nbsp; Time fled; eleven struck on
+all the city clocks; and presently after I was aware of the
+approach of a gentleman of stately and agreeable demeanour.&nbsp;
+He was smoking as he walked; his light palet&ocirc;t, which was
+open, did not conceal his evening clothes; and he bore himself
+with a serious grace that immediately awakened my
+attention.&nbsp; Before the door of this house he took a pass-key
+from his pocket, quietly admitted himself, and disappeared into
+the lamplit hall.</p>
+<p>He was scarcely gone when I observed another and a much
+younger man approaching hastily from the opposite side of the
+square.&nbsp; Considering the season of the year and the genial
+mildness of the night, he was somewhat closely muffled up; and as
+he came, for all his hurry, he kept looking nervously behind
+him.&nbsp; Arrived before my door, he halted and set one foot
+upon the step, as though about to enter; then, with a sudden
+change, he turned and began to hurry away; halted a second time,
+as if in painful indecision; and lastly, with a violent gesture,
+wheeled about, returned straight to the door, and rapped upon the
+knocker.&nbsp; He was almost immediately admitted by the first
+arrival.</p>
+<p>My curiosity was now broad awake.&nbsp; I made myself as small
+as I could in the very densest of the shadow, and waited for the
+sequel.&nbsp; Nor had I long to wait.&nbsp; From the same side of
+the square a second young man made his appearance, walking slowly
+and softly, and like the first, muffled to the nose.&nbsp; Before
+the house he paused, looked all about him with a swift and
+comprehensive glance; and seeing the square lie empty in the moon
+and lamplight, leaned far across the area railings and appeared
+to listen to what was passing in the house.&nbsp; From the
+dining-room there came the report of a champagne cork, and
+following upon that, the sound of rich and manly laughter.&nbsp;
+The listener took heart of grace, produced a key, unlocked the
+area gate, shut it noiselessly behind him, and descended the
+stair.&nbsp; Just when his head had reached the level of the
+pavement, he turned half round and once more raked the square
+with a suspicious eyeshot.&nbsp; The mufflings had fallen lower
+round his neck; the moon shone full upon him; and I was startled
+to observe the pallor and passionate agitation of his face.</p>
+<p>I could remain no longer passive.&nbsp; Persuaded that
+something deadly was afoot, I crossed the roadway and drew near
+the area railings.&nbsp; There was no one below; the man must
+therefore have entered the house, with what purpose I dreaded to
+imagine.&nbsp; I have at no part of my career lacked courage; and
+now, finding the area gate was merely laid to, I pushed it gently
+open and descended the stairs.&nbsp; The kitchen door of the
+house, like the area gate, was closed but not fastened.&nbsp; It
+flashed upon me that the criminal was thus preparing his escape;
+and the thought, as it confirmed the worst of my suspicions, lent
+me new resolve.&nbsp; I entered the house; and being now quite
+reckless of my life, I shut and locked the door.</p>
+<p>From the dining-room above I could hear the pleasant tones of
+a voice in easy conversation.&nbsp; On the ground floor all was
+not only profoundly silent, but the darkness seemed to weigh upon
+my eyes.&nbsp; Here, then, I stood for some time, having thrust
+myself uncalled into the utmost peril, and being destitute of any
+power to help or interfere.&nbsp; Nor will I deny that fear had
+begun already to assail me, when I became aware, all at once and
+as though by some immediate but silent incandescence, of a
+certain glimmering of light upon the passage floor.&nbsp; Towards
+this I groped my way with infinite precaution; and having come at
+length as far as the angle of the corridor, beheld the door of
+the butler&rsquo;s pantry standing just ajar and a narrow thread
+of brightness falling from the chink.&nbsp; Creeping still
+closer, I put my eye to the aperture.&nbsp; The man sat within
+upon a chair, listening, I could see, with the most rapt
+attention.&nbsp; On a table before him he had laid a watch, a
+pair of steel revolvers, and a bull&rsquo;s-eye lantern.&nbsp;
+For one second many contradictory theories and projects whirled
+together in my head; the next, I had slammed the door and turned
+the key upon the malefactor.&nbsp; Surprised at my own decision,
+I stood and panted, leaning on the wall.&nbsp; From within the
+pantry not a sound was to be heard; the man, whatever he was, had
+accepted his fate without a struggle, and now, as I hugged myself
+to fancy, sat frozen with terror and looking for the worst to
+follow.&nbsp; I promised myself that he should not be
+disappointed; and the better to complete my task, I turned to
+ascend the stairs.</p>
+<p>The situation, as I groped my way to the first floor, appealed
+to me suddenly by my strong sense of humour.&nbsp; Here was I,
+the owner of the house, burglariously present in its walls; and
+there, in the dining-room, were two gentlemen, unknown to me,
+seated complacently at supper, and only saved by my promptitude
+from some surprising or deadly interruption.&nbsp; It were
+strange if I could not manage to extract the matter of amusement
+from so unusual a situation.</p>
+<p>Behind this dining-room, there is a small apartment intended
+for a library.&nbsp; It was to this that I cautiously groped my
+way; and you will see how fortune had exactly served me.&nbsp;
+The weather, I have said, was sultry; in order to ventilate the
+dining-room and yet preserve the uninhabited appearance of the
+mansion to the front, the window of the library had been widely
+opened, and the door of communication between the two apartments
+left ajar.&nbsp; To this interval I now applied my eye.</p>
+<p>Wax tapers, set in silver candlesticks, shed their chastened
+brightness on the damask of the tablecloth and the remains of a
+cold collation of the rarest delicacy.&nbsp; The two gentlemen
+had finished supper, and were now trifling with cigars and
+maraschino; while in a silver spirit lamp, coffee of the most
+captivating fragrance was preparing in the fashion of the
+East.&nbsp; The elder of the two, he who had first arrived, was
+placed directly facing me; the other was set on his left
+hand.&nbsp; Both, like the man in the butler&rsquo;s pantry,
+seemed to be intently listening; and on the face of the second I
+thought I could perceive the marks of fear.&nbsp; Oddly enough,
+however, when they came to speak, the parts were found to be
+reversed.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I assure you,&rsquo; said the elder gentleman, &lsquo;I
+not only heard the slamming of a door, but the sound of very
+guarded footsteps.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your highness was certainly deceived,&rsquo; replied
+the other.&nbsp; &lsquo;I am endowed with the acutest hearing,
+and I can swear that not a mouse has rustled.&rsquo;&nbsp; Yet
+the pallor and contraction of his features were in total discord
+with the tenor of his words.</p>
+<p>His highness (whom, of course, I readily divined to be Prince
+Florizel) looked at his companion for the least fraction of a
+second; and though nothing shook the easy quiet of his attitude,
+I could see that he was far from being duped.&nbsp; &lsquo;It is
+well,&rsquo; said he; &lsquo;let us dismiss the topic.&nbsp; And
+now, sir, that I have very freely explained the sentiments by
+which I am directed, let me ask you, according to your promise,
+to imitate my frankness.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I have heard you,&rsquo; replied the other, &lsquo;with
+great interest.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;With singular patience,&rsquo; said the prince
+politely.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ay, your highness, and with unlooked-for
+sympathy,&rsquo; returned the young man.&nbsp; &lsquo;I know not
+how to tell the change that has befallen me.&nbsp; You have, I
+must suppose, a charm, to which even your enemies are
+subject.&rsquo;&nbsp; He looked at the clock on the mantelpiece
+and visibly blanched.&nbsp; &lsquo;So late!&rsquo; he
+cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;Your highness&mdash;God knows I am now
+speaking from the heart&mdash;before it be too late, leave this
+house!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The prince glanced once more at his companion, and then very
+deliberately shook the ash from his cigar.&nbsp; &lsquo;That is a
+strange remark,&rsquo; said he; &lsquo;and <i>&aacute; propos de
+bottes</i>, I never continue a cigar when once the ash is fallen;
+the spell breaks, the soul of the flavour flies away, and there
+remains but the dead body of tobacco; and I make it a rule to
+throw away that husk and choose another.&rsquo;&nbsp; He suited
+the action to the words.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Do not trifle with my appeal,&rsquo; resumed the young
+man, in tones that trembled with emotion.&nbsp; &lsquo;It is made
+at the price of my honour and to the peril of my life.&nbsp;
+Go&mdash;go now! lose not a moment; and if you have any kindness
+for a young man, miserably deceived indeed, but not devoid of
+better sentiments, look not behind you as you leave.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; said the prince, &lsquo;I am here upon your
+honour; assure you upon mine that I shall continue to rely upon
+that safeguard.&nbsp; The coffee is ready; I must again trouble
+you, I fear.&rsquo;&nbsp; And with a courteous movement of the
+hand, he seemed to invite his companion to pour out the
+coffee.</p>
+<p>The unhappy young man rose from his seat.&nbsp; &lsquo;I
+appeal to you,&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;by every holy sentiment,
+in mercy to me, if not in pity to yourself, begone before it is
+too late.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; replied the prince, &lsquo;I am not readily
+accessible to fear; and if there is one defect to which I must
+plead guilty, it is that of a curious disposition.&nbsp; You go
+the wrong way about to make me leave this house, in which I play
+the part of your entertainer; and, suffer me to add, young man,
+if any peril threaten us, it was of your contriving, not of
+mine.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Alas, you do not know to what you condemn me,&rsquo;
+cried the other.&nbsp; &lsquo;But I at least will have no hand in
+it.&rsquo;&nbsp; With these words he carried his hand to his
+pocket, hastily swallowed the contents of a phial, and, with the
+very act, reeled back and fell across his chair upon the
+floor.&nbsp; The prince left his place and came and stood above
+him, where he lay convulsed upon the carpet.&nbsp; &lsquo;Poor
+moth!&rsquo; I heard his highness murmur.&nbsp; &lsquo;Alas, poor
+moth! must we again inquire which is the more
+fatal&mdash;weakness or wickedness?&nbsp; And can a sympathy with
+ideas, surely not ignoble in themselves, conduct a man to this
+dishonourable death?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>By this time I had pushed the door open and walked into the
+room.&nbsp; &lsquo;Your highness,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;this is
+no time for moralising; with a little promptness we may save this
+creature&rsquo;s life; and as for the other, he need cause you no
+concern, for I have him safely under lock and key.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The prince had turned about upon my entrance, and regarded me
+certainly with no alarm, but with a profundity of wonder which
+almost robbed me of my self-possession.&nbsp; &lsquo;My dear
+madam,&rsquo; he cried at last, &lsquo;and who the devil are
+you?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I was already on the floor beside the dying man.&nbsp; I had,
+of course, no idea with what drug he had attempted his life, and
+I was forced to try him with a variety of antidotes.&nbsp; Here
+were both oil and vinegar, for the prince had done the young man
+the honour of compounding for him one of his celebrated salads;
+and of each of these I administered from a quarter to half a
+pint, with no apparent efficacy.&nbsp; I next plied him with the
+hot coffee, of which there may have been near upon a quart.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Have you no milk?&rsquo; I inquired.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I fear, madam, that milk has been omitted,&rsquo;
+returned the prince.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Salt, then,&rsquo; said I; &lsquo;salt is a
+revulsive.&nbsp; Pass the salt.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And possibly the mustard?&rsquo; asked his highness, as
+he offered me the contents of the various salt-cellars poured
+together on a plate.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah,&rsquo; cried I, &lsquo;the thought is
+excellent!&nbsp; Mix me about half a pint of mustard, drinkably
+dilute.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Whether it was the salt or the mustard, or the mere
+combination of so many subversive agents, as soon as the last had
+been poured over his throat, the young sufferer obtained
+relief.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;There!&rsquo; I exclaimed, with natural triumph,
+&lsquo;I have saved a life!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And yet, madam,&rsquo; returned the prince, &lsquo;your
+mercy may be cruelty disguised.&nbsp; Where the honour is lost,
+it is, at least, superfluous to prolong the life.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;If you had led a life as changeable as mine, your
+highness,&rsquo; I replied, &lsquo;you would hold a very
+different opinion.&nbsp; For my part, and after whatever
+extremity of misfortune or disgrace, I should still count
+to-morrow worth a trial.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You speak as a lady, madam,&rsquo; said the prince;
+&lsquo;and for such you speak the truth.&nbsp; But to men there
+is permitted such a field of license, and the good behaviour
+asked of them is at once so easy and so little, that to fail in
+that is to fall beyond the reach of pardon.&nbsp; But will you
+suffer me to repeat a question, put to you at first, I am afraid,
+with some defect of courtesy; and to ask you once more, who you
+are and how I have the honour of your company?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am the proprietor of the house in which we
+stand,&rsquo; said I.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And still I am at fault,&rsquo; returned the
+prince.</p>
+<p>But at that moment the timepiece on the mantel-shelf began to
+strike the hour of twelve; and the young man, raising himself
+upon one elbow, with an expression of despair and horror that I
+have never seen excelled, cried lamentably, &lsquo;Midnight! oh,
+just God!&rsquo;&nbsp; We stood frozen to our places, while the
+tingling hammer of the timepiece measured the remaining strokes;
+nor had we yet stirred, so tragic had been the tones of the young
+man, when the various bells of London began in turn to declare
+the hour.&nbsp; The timepiece was inaudible beyond the walls of
+the chamber where we stood; but the second pulsation of Big Ben
+had scarcely throbbed into the night, before a sharp detonation
+rang about the house.&nbsp; The prince sprang for the door by
+which I had entered; but quick as he was, I yet contrived to
+intercept him.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Are you armed?&rsquo; I cried.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No, madam,&rsquo; replied he.&nbsp; &lsquo;You remind
+me appositely; I will take the poker.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The man below,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;has two
+revolvers.&nbsp; Would you confront him at such odds?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He paused, as though staggered in his purpose.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And yet, madam,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;we cannot
+continue to remain in ignorance of what has passed.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No!&rsquo; cried I.&nbsp; &lsquo;And who proposes
+it?&nbsp; I am as curious as yourself, but let us rather send for
+the police; or, if your highness dreads a scandal, for some of
+your own servants.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Nay, madam,&rsquo; he replied, smiling, &lsquo;for so
+brave a lady, you surprise me.&nbsp; Would you have me, then,
+send others where I fear to go myself?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You are perfectly right,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;and I
+was entirely wrong.&nbsp; Go, in God&rsquo;s name, and I will
+hold the candle!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Together, therefore, we descended to the lower story, he
+carrying the poker, I the light; and together we approached and
+opened the door of the butler&rsquo;s pantry.&nbsp; In some sort,
+I believe, I was prepared for the spectacle that met our eyes; I
+was prepared, that is, to find the villain dead, but the rude
+details of such a violent suicide I was unable to endure.&nbsp;
+The prince, unshaken by horror as he had remained unshaken by
+alarm, assisted me with the most respectful gallantry to regain
+the dining-room.</p>
+<p>There we found our patient, still, indeed, deadly pale, but
+vastly recovered and already seated on a chair.&nbsp; He held out
+both his hands with a most pitiful gesture of interrogation.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;He is dead,&rsquo; said the prince.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Alas!&rsquo; cried the young man, &lsquo;and it should
+be I!&nbsp; What do I do, thus lingering on the stage I have
+disgraced, while he, my sure comrade, blameworthy indeed for
+much, but yet the soul of fidelity, has judged and slain himself
+for an involuntary fault?&nbsp; Ah, sir,&rsquo; said he,
+&lsquo;and you too, madam, without whose cruel help I should be
+now beyond the reach of my accusing conscience, you behold in me
+the victim equally of my own faults and virtues.&nbsp; I was born
+a hater of injustice; from my most tender years my blood boiled
+against heaven when I beheld the sick, and against men when I
+witnessed the sorrows of the poor; the pauper&rsquo;s crust stuck
+in my throat when I sat down to eat my dainties, and the cripple
+child has set me weeping.&nbsp; What was there in that but what
+was noble? and yet observe to what a fall these thoughts have led
+me!&nbsp; Year after year this passion for the lost besieged me
+closer.&nbsp; What hope was there in kings? what hope in these
+well-feathered classes that now roll in money?&nbsp; I had
+observed the course of history; I knew the burgess, our ruler of
+to-day, to be base, cowardly, and dull; I saw him, in every age,
+combine to pull down that which was immediately above and to prey
+upon those that were below; his dulness, I knew, would ultimately
+bring about his ruin; I knew his days were numbered, and yet how
+was I to wait? how was I to let the poor child shiver in the
+rain?&nbsp; The better days, indeed, were coming, but the child
+would die before that.&nbsp; Alas, your highness, in surely no
+ungenerous impatience I enrolled myself among the enemies of this
+unjust and doomed society; in surely no unnatural desire to keep
+the fires of my philanthropy alight, I bound myself by an
+irrevocable oath.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That oath is all my history.&nbsp; To give freedom to
+posterity I had forsworn my own.&nbsp; I must attend upon every
+signal; and soon my father complained of my irregular hours and
+turned me from his house.&nbsp; I was engaged in betrothal to an
+honest girl; from her also I had to part, for she was too shrewd
+to credit my inventions and too innocent to be entrusted with the
+truth.&nbsp; Behold me, then, alone with conspirators!&nbsp;
+Alas! as the years went on, my illusions left me.&nbsp;
+Surrounded as I was by the fervent disciples and apologists of
+revolution, I beheld them daily advance in confidence and
+desperation; I beheld myself, upon the other hand, and with an
+almost equal regularity, decline in faith.&nbsp; I had sacrificed
+all to further that cause in which I still believed; and daily I
+began to grow in doubts if we were advancing it indeed.&nbsp;
+Horrible was the society with which we warred, but our own means
+were not less horrible.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I will not dwell upon my sufferings; I will not pause
+to tell you how, when I beheld young men still free and happy,
+married, fathers of children, cheerfully toiling at their work,
+my heart reproached me with the greatness and vanity of my
+unhappy sacrifice.&nbsp; I will not describe to you how, worn by
+poverty, poor lodging, scanty food, and an unquiet conscience, my
+health began to fail, and in the long nights, as I wandered
+bedless in the rainy streets, the most cruel sufferings of the
+body were added to the tortures of my mind.&nbsp; These things
+are not personal to me; they are common to all unfortunates in my
+position.&nbsp; An oath, so light a thing to swear, so grave a
+thing to break: an oath, taken in the heat of youth, repented
+with what sobbings of the heart, but yet in vain repented, as the
+years go on: an oath, that was once the very utterance of the
+truth of God, but that falls to be the symbol of a meaningless
+and empty slavery; such is the yoke that many young men joyfully
+assume, and under whose dead weight they live to suffer worse
+than death.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is not that I was patient.&nbsp; I have begged to be
+released; but I knew too much, and I was still refused.&nbsp; I
+have fled; ay, and for the time successfully.&nbsp; I reached
+Paris.&nbsp; I found a lodging in the Rue St. Jacques, almost
+opposite the Val de Gr&acirc;ce.&nbsp; My room was mean and bare,
+but the sun looked into it towards evening; it commanded a peep
+of a green garden; a bird hung by a neighbour&rsquo;s window and
+made the morning beautiful; and I, who was sick, might lie in bed
+and rest myself: I, who was in full revolt against the principles
+that I had served, was now no longer at the beck of the council,
+and was no longer charged with shameful and revolting
+tasks.&nbsp; Oh! what an interval of peace was that!&nbsp; I
+still dream, at times, that I can hear the note of my
+neighbour&rsquo;s bird.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My money was running out, and it became necessary that
+I should find employment.&nbsp; Scarcely had I been three days
+upon the search, ere I thought that I was being followed.&nbsp; I
+made certain of the features of the man, which were quite strange
+to me, and turned into a small caf&eacute;, where I whiled away
+an hour, pretending to read the papers, but inwardly convulsed
+with terror.&nbsp; When I came forth again into the street, it
+was quite empty, and I breathed again; but alas, I had not turned
+three corners, when I once more observed the human hound pursuing
+me.&nbsp; Not an hour was to be lost; timely submission might yet
+preserve a life which otherwise was forfeit and dishonoured; and
+I fled, with what speed you may conceive, to the Paris agency of
+the society I served.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My submission was accepted.&nbsp; I took up once more
+the hated burthen of that life; once more I was at the call of
+men whom I despised and hated, while yet I envied and admired
+them.&nbsp; They at least were wholehearted in the things they
+purposed; but I, who had once been such as they, had fallen from
+the brightness of my faith, and now laboured, like a hireling,
+for the wages of a loathed existence.&nbsp; Ay, sir, to that I
+was condemned; I obeyed to continue to live, and lived but to
+obey.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The last charge that was laid upon me was the one which
+has to-night so tragically ended.&nbsp; Boldly telling who I was,
+I was to request from your highness, on behalf of my society, a
+private audience, where it was designed to murder you.&nbsp; If
+one thing remained to me of my old convictions, it was the hate
+of kings; and when this task was offered me, I took it
+gladly.&nbsp; Alas, sir, you triumphed.&nbsp; As we supped, you
+gained upon my heart.&nbsp; Your character, your talents, your
+designs for our unhappy country, all had been
+misrepresented.&nbsp; I began to forget you were a prince; I
+began, all too feelingly, to remember that you were a man.&nbsp;
+As I saw the hour approach, I suffered agonies untold; and when,
+at last, we heard the slamming of the door which announced in my
+unwilling ears the arrival of the partner of my crime, you will
+bear me out with what instancy I besought you to depart.&nbsp;
+You would not, alas! and what could I?&nbsp; Kill you, I could
+not; my heart revolted, my hand turned back from such a
+deed.&nbsp; Yet it was impossible that I should suffer you to
+stay; for when the hour struck and my companion came, true to his
+appointment, and he, at least, true to our design, I could
+neither suffer you to be killed nor yet him to be arrested.&nbsp;
+From such a tragic passage, death, and death alone, could save
+me; and it is no fault of mine if I continue to exist.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;But you, madam,&rsquo; continued the young man,
+addressing himself more directly to myself, &lsquo;were doubtless
+born to save the prince and to confound our purposes.&nbsp; My
+life you have prolonged; and by turning the key on my companion,
+you have made me the author of his death.&nbsp; He heard the hour
+strike; he was impotent to help; and thinking himself forfeit to
+honour, thinking that I should fall alone upon his highness and
+perish for lack of his support, he has turned his pistol on
+himself.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You are right,&rsquo; said Prince Florizel: &lsquo;it
+was in no ungenerous spirit that you brought these burthens on
+yourself; and when I see you so nobly to blame, so tragically
+punished, I stand like one reproved.&nbsp; For is it not strange,
+madam, that you and I, by practising accepted and inconsiderable
+virtues, and commonplace but still unpardonable faults, should
+stand here, in the sight of God, with what we call clean hands
+and quiet consciences; while this poor youth, for an error that I
+could almost envy him, should be sunk beyond the reach of
+hope?</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; resumed the prince, turning to the young
+man, &lsquo;I cannot help you; my help would but unchain the
+thunderbolt that overhangs you; and I can but leave you
+free.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And, sir,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;as this house belongs
+to me, I will ask you to have the kindness to remove the
+body.&nbsp; You and your conspirators, it appears to me, can
+hardly in civility do less.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It shall be done,&rsquo; said the young man, with a
+dismal accent.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And you, dear madam,&rsquo; said the prince,
+&lsquo;you, to whom I owe my life, how can I serve
+you?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your highness,&rsquo; I said, &lsquo;to be very plain,
+this is my favourite house, being not only a valuable property,
+but endeared to me by various associations.&nbsp; I have endless
+troubles with tenants of the ordinary class: and at first
+applauded my good fortune when I found one of the station of your
+Master of the Horse.&nbsp; I now begin to think otherwise:
+dangers set a siege about great personages; and I do not wish my
+tenement to share these risks.&nbsp; Procure me the resiliation
+of the lease, and I shall feel myself your debtor.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I must tell you, madam,&rsquo; replied his highness,
+&lsquo;that Colonel Geraldine is but a cloak for myself; and I
+should be sorry indeed to think myself so unacceptable a
+tenant.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your highness,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;I have conceived a
+sincere admiration for your character; but on the subject of
+house property, I cannot allow the interference of my
+feelings.&nbsp; I will, however, to prove to you that there is
+nothing personal in my request, here solemnly engage my word that
+I will never put another tenant in this house.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; said Florizel, &lsquo;you plead your
+cause too charmingly to be refused.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Thereupon we all three withdrew.&nbsp; The young man, still
+reeling in his walk, departed by himself to seek the assistance
+of his fellow-conspirators; and the prince, with the most
+attentive gallantry, lent me his escort to the door of my
+hotel.&nbsp; The next day, the lease was cancelled; nor from that
+hour to this, though sometimes regretting my engagement, have I
+suffered a tenant in this house.</p>
+<h2><!-- page 145--><a name="page145"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 145</span><i>THE SUPERFLUOUS MANSION</i><br />
+(<i>Continued</i>).</h2>
+<p>As soon as the old lady had finished her relation, Somerset
+made haste to offer her his compliments.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;your story is not only
+entertaining but instructive; and you have told it with infinite
+vivacity.&nbsp; I was much affected towards the end, as I held at
+one time very liberal opinions, and should certainly have joined
+a secret society if I had been able to find one.&nbsp; But the
+whole tale came home to me; and I was the better able to feel for
+you in your various perplexities, as I am myself of somewhat
+hasty temper.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I do not understand you,&rsquo; said Mrs. Luxmore, with
+some marks of irritation.&nbsp; &lsquo;You must have strangely
+misinterpreted what I have told you.&nbsp; You fill me with
+surprise.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset, alarmed by the old lady&rsquo;s change of tone and
+manner, hurried to recant.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Dear Mrs. Luxmore,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;you certainly
+misconstrue my remark.&nbsp; As a man of somewhat fiery humour,
+my conscience repeatedly pricked me when I heard what you had
+suffered at the hands of persons similarly
+constituted.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh, very well indeed,&rsquo; replied the old lady;
+&lsquo;and a very proper spirit.&nbsp; I regret that I have met
+with it so rarely.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;But in all this,&rsquo; resumed the young man, &lsquo;I
+perceive nothing that concerns myself.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am about to come to that,&rsquo; she returned.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;And you have already before you, in the pledge I gave
+Prince Florizel, one of the elements of the affair.&nbsp; I am a
+woman of the nomadic sort, and when I have no case before the
+courts I make it a habit to visit continental spas: not that I
+have ever been ill; but then I am no longer young, and I am
+always happy in a crowd.&nbsp; Well, to come more shortly to the
+point, I am now on the wing for Evian; this incubus of a house,
+which I must leave behind and dare not let, hangs heavily upon my
+hands; and I propose to rid myself of that concern, and do you a
+very good turn into the bargain, by lending you the mansion, with
+all its fittings, as it stands.&nbsp; The idea was sudden; it
+appealed to me as humorous: and I am sure it will cause my
+relatives, if they should ever hear of it, the keenest possible
+chagrin.&nbsp; Here, then, is the key; and when you return at two
+to-morrow afternoon, you will find neither me nor my cats to
+disturb you in your new possession.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>So saying, the old lady arose, as if to dismiss her visitor;
+but Somerset, looking somewhat blankly on the key, began to
+protest.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Dear Mrs. Luxmore,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;this is a
+most unusual proposal.&nbsp; You know nothing of me, beyond the
+fact that I displayed both impudence and timidity.&nbsp; I may be
+the worst kind of scoundrel; I may sell your
+furniture&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You may blow up the house with gunpowder, for what I
+care!&rsquo; cried Mrs. Luxmore.&nbsp; &lsquo;It is in vain to
+reason.&nbsp; Such is the force of my character that, when I have
+one idea clearly in my head, I do not care two straws for any
+side consideration.&nbsp; It amuses me to do it, and let that
+suffice.&nbsp; On your side, you may do what you please&mdash;let
+apartments, or keep a private hotel; on mine, I promise you a
+full month&rsquo;s warning before I return, and I never fail
+religiously to keep my promises.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The young man was about to renew his protest, when he observed
+a sudden and significant change in the old lady&rsquo;s
+countenance.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;If I thought you capable of disrespect!&rsquo; she
+cried.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; said Somerset, with the extreme fervour
+of asseveration, &lsquo;madam, I accept.&nbsp; I beg you to
+understand that I accept with joy and gratitude.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah well,&rsquo; returned Mrs. Luxmore, &lsquo;if I am
+mistaken, let it pass.&nbsp; And now, since all is comfortably
+settled, I wish you a good-night.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Thereupon, as if to leave him no room for repentance, she
+hurried Somerset out of the front door, and left him standing,
+key in hand, upon the pavement.</p>
+<p>The next day, about the hour appointed, the young man found
+his way to the square, which I will here call Golden Square,
+though that was not its name.&nbsp; What to expect, he knew not;
+for a man may live in dreams, and yet be unprepared for their
+realisation.&nbsp; It was already with a certain pang of surprise
+that he beheld the mansion, standing in the eye of day, a solid
+among solids.&nbsp; The key, upon trial, readily opened the front
+door; he entered that great house, a privileged burglar; and,
+escorted by the echoes of desertion, rapidly reviewed the empty
+chambers.&nbsp; Cats, servant, old lady, the very marks of
+habitation, like writing on a slate, had been in these few hours
+obliterated.&nbsp; He wandered from floor to floor, and found the
+house of great extent; the kitchen offices commodious and well
+appointed; the rooms many and large; and the drawing-room, in
+particular, an apartment of princely size and tasteful
+decoration.&nbsp; Although the day without was warm, genial, and
+sunny, with a ruffling wind from the quarter of Torquay, a chill,
+as it were, of suspended animation inhabited the house.&nbsp;
+Dust and shadows met the eye; and but for the ominous procession
+of the echoes, and the rumour of the wind among the garden trees,
+the ear of the young man was stretched in vain.</p>
+<p>Behind the dining-room, that pleasant library, referred to by
+the old lady in her tale, looked upon the flat roofs and netted
+cupolas of the kitchen quarters; and on a second visit, this room
+appeared to greet him with a smiling countenance.&nbsp; He might
+as well, he thought, avoid the expense of lodging: the library,
+fitted with an iron bedstead which he had remarked, in one of the
+upper chambers, would serve his purpose for the night; while in
+the dining-room, which was large, airy, and lightsome, looking on
+the square and garden, he might very agreeably pass his days,
+cook his meals, and study to bring himself to some proficiency in
+that art of painting which he had recently determined to
+adopt.&nbsp; It did not take him long to make the change: he had
+soon returned to the mansion with his modest kit; and the cabman
+who brought him was readily induced, by the young man&rsquo;s
+pleasant manner and a small gratuity, to assist him in the
+installation of the iron bed.&nbsp; By six in the evening, when
+Somerset went forth to dine, he was able to look back upon the
+mansion with a sense of pride and property.&nbsp; Four-square it
+stood, of an imposing frontage, and flanked on either side by
+family hatchments.&nbsp; His eye, from where he stood whistling
+in the key, with his back to the garden railings, reposed on
+every feature of reality; and yet his own possession seemed as
+flimsy as a dream.</p>
+<p>In the course of a few days, the genteel inhabitants of the
+square began to remark the customs of their neighbour.&nbsp; The
+sight of a young gentleman discussing a clay pipe, about four
+o&rsquo;clock of the afternoon, in the drawing-room balcony of so
+discreet a mansion; and perhaps still more, his periodical
+excursion to a decent tavern in the neighbourhood, and his
+unabashed return, nursing the full tankard: had presently raised
+to a high pitch the interest and indignation of the liveried
+servants of the square.&nbsp; The disfavour of some of these
+gentlemen at first proceeded to the length of insult; but
+Somerset knew how to be affable with any class of men; and a few
+rude words merrily accepted, and a few glasses amicably shared,
+gained for him the right of toleration.</p>
+<p>The young man had embraced the art of Raphael, partly from a
+notion of its ease, partly from an inborn distrust of
+offices.&nbsp; He scorned to bear the yoke of any regular
+schooling; and proceeded to turn one half of the dining-room into
+a studio for the reproduction of still life.&nbsp; There he
+amassed a variety of objects, indiscriminately chosen from the
+kitchen, the drawing-room, and the back garden; and there spent
+his days in smiling assiduity.&nbsp; Meantime, the great bulk of
+empty building overhead lay, like a load, upon his
+imagination.&nbsp; To hold so great a stake and to do nothing,
+argued some defect of energy; and he at length determined to act
+upon the hint given by Mrs. Luxmore herself, and to stick, with
+wafers, in the window of the dining-room, a small handbill
+announcing furnished lodgings.&nbsp; At half-past six of a fine
+July morning, he affixed the bill, and went forth into the square
+to study the result.&nbsp; It seemed, to his eye, promising and
+unpretentious; and he returned to the drawing-room balcony, to
+consider, over a studious pipe, the knotty problem of how much he
+was to charge.</p>
+<p>Thereupon he somewhat relaxed in his devotion to the art of
+painting.&nbsp; Indeed, from that time forth, he would spend the
+best part of the day in the front balcony, like the attentive
+angler poring on his float; and the better to support the tedium,
+he would frequently console himself with his clay pipe.&nbsp; On
+several occasions, passers-by appeared to be arrested by the
+ticket, and on several others ladies and gentlemen drove to the
+very doorstep by the carriageful; but it appeared there was
+something repulsive in the appearance of the house; for with one
+accord, they would cast but one look upward, and hastily resume
+their onward progress or direct the driver to proceed.&nbsp;
+Somerset had thus the mortification of actually meeting the eye
+of a large number of lodging-seekers; and though he hastened to
+withdraw his pipe, and to compose his features to an air of
+invitation, he was never rewarded by so much as an inquiry.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Can there,&rsquo; he thought, &lsquo;be anything repellent
+in myself?&rsquo;&nbsp; But a candid examination in one of the
+pier-glasses of the drawing-room led him to dismiss the fear.</p>
+<p>Something, however, was amiss.&nbsp; His vast and accurate
+calculations on the fly-leaves of books, or on the backs of
+playbills, appeared to have been an idle sacrifice of time.&nbsp;
+By these, he had variously computed the weekly takings of the
+house, from sums as modest as five-and-twenty shillings, up to
+the more majestic figure of a hundred pounds; and yet, in despite
+of the very elements of arithmetic, here he was making literally
+nothing.</p>
+<p>This incongruity impressed him deeply and occupied his
+thoughtful leisure on the balcony; and at last it seemed to him
+that he had detected the error of his method.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;This,&rsquo; he reflected, &lsquo;is an age of generous
+display: the age of the sandwich-man, of Griffiths, of
+Pears&rsquo; legendary soap, and of Eno&rsquo;s fruit salt,
+which, by sheer brass and notoriety, and the most disgusting
+pictures I ever remember to have seen, has overlaid that
+comforter of my childhood, Lamplough&rsquo;s pyretic
+saline.&nbsp; Lamplough was genteel, Eno was omnipresent;
+Lamplough was trite, Eno original and abominably vulgar; and here
+have I, a man of some pretensions to knowledge of the world,
+contented myself with half a sheet of note-paper, a few cold
+words which do not directly address the imagination, and the
+adornment (if adornment it may be called) of four red
+wafers!&nbsp; Am I, then, to sink with Lamplough, or to soar with
+Eno?&nbsp; Am I to adopt that modesty which is doubtless becoming
+in a duke? or to take hold of the red facts of life with the
+emphasis of the tradesman and the poet?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Pursuant upon these meditations, he procured several sheets of
+the very largest size of drawing-paper; and laying forth his
+paints, proceeded to compose an ensign that might attract the
+eye, and at the same time, in his own phrase, directly address
+the imagination of the passenger.&nbsp; Something taking in the
+way of colour, a good, savoury choice of words, and a realistic
+design setting forth the life a lodger might expect to lead
+within the walls of that palace of delight: these, he perceived,
+must be the elements of his advertisement.&nbsp; It was possible,
+upon the one hand, to depict the sober pleasures of domestic
+life, the evening fire, blond-headed urchins and the hissing urn;
+but on the other, it was possible (and he almost felt as if it
+were more suited to his muse) to set forth the charms of an
+existence somewhat wider in its range or, boldly say, the
+paradise of the Mohammedan.&nbsp; So long did the artist waver
+between these two views, that, before he arrived at a conclusion,
+he had finally conceived and completed both designs.&nbsp; With
+the proverbially tender heart of the parent, he found himself
+unable to sacrifice either of these offsprings of his art; and
+decided to expose them on alternate days.&nbsp; &lsquo;In this
+way,&rsquo; he thought, &lsquo;I shall address myself
+indifferently to all classes of the world.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The tossing of a penny decided the only remaining point; and
+the more imaginative canvas received the suffrages of fortune,
+and appeared first in the window of the mansion.&nbsp; It was of
+a high fancy, the legend eloquently writ, the scheme of colour
+taking and bold; and but for the imperfection of the
+artist&rsquo;s drawing, it might have been taken for a model of
+its kind.&nbsp; As it was, however, when viewed from his
+favourite point against the garden railings, and with some touch
+of distance, it caused a pleasurable rising of the artist&rsquo;s
+heart.&nbsp; &lsquo;I have thrown away,&rsquo; he ejaculated,
+&lsquo;an invaluable motive; and this shall be the subject of my
+first academy picture.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The fate of neither of these works was equal to its
+merit.&nbsp; A crowd would certainly, from time to time, collect
+before the area-railings; but they came to jeer and not to
+speculate; and those who pushed their inquiries further, were too
+plainly animated by the spirit of derision.&nbsp; The racier of
+the two cartoons displayed, indeed, no symptom of attractive
+merit; and though it had a certain share of that success called
+scandalous, failed utterly of its effect.&nbsp; On the day,
+however, of the second appearance of the companion work, a real
+inquirer did actually present himself before the eyes of
+Somerset.</p>
+<p>This was a gentlemanly man, with some marks of recent
+merriment, and his voice under inadequate control.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I beg your pardon,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;but what is
+the meaning of your extraordinary bill?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I beg yours,&rsquo; returned Somerset hotly.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Its meaning is sufficiently explicit.&rsquo;&nbsp; And
+being now, from dire experience, fearful of ridicule, he was
+preparing to close the door, when the gentleman thrust his cane
+into the aperture.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Not so fast, I beg of you,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;If you really let apartments, here is a possible tenant at
+your door; and nothing would give me greater pleasure than to see
+the accommodation and to learn your terms.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>His heart joyously beating, Somerset admitted the visitor,
+showed him over the various apartments, and, with some return of
+his persuasive eloquence, expounded their attractions.&nbsp; The
+gentleman was particularly pleased by the elegant proportions of
+the drawing-room.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;would suit me very
+well.&nbsp; What, may I ask, would be your terms a week, for this
+floor and the one above it?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I was thinking,&rsquo; returned Somerset, &lsquo;of a
+hundred pounds.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Surely not,&rsquo; exclaimed the gentleman.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well, then,&rsquo; returned Somerset,
+&lsquo;fifty.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The gentleman regarded him with an air of some
+amazement.&nbsp; &lsquo;You seem to be strangely elastic in your
+demands,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;What if I were to proceed
+on your own principle of division, and offer
+twenty-five?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Done!&rsquo; cried Somerset; and then, overcome by a
+sudden embarrassment, &lsquo;You see,&rsquo; he added
+apologetically, &lsquo;it is all found money for me.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Really?&rsquo; said the stranger, looking at him all
+the while with growing wonder.&nbsp; &lsquo;Without extras,
+then?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I&mdash;I suppose so,&rsquo; stammered the keeper of
+the lodging-house.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Service included?&rsquo; pursued the gentleman.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Service?&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;Do you
+mean that you expect me to empty your slops?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The gentleman regarded him with a very friendly
+interest.&nbsp; &lsquo;My dear fellow,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;if
+you take my advice, you will give up this business.&rsquo;&nbsp;
+And thereupon he resumed his hat and took himself away.</p>
+<p>This smarting disappointment produced a strong effect on the
+artist of the cartoons; and he began with shame to eat up his
+rosier illusions.&nbsp; First one and then the other of his great
+works was condemned, withdrawn from exhibition, and relegated, as
+a mere wall-picture, to the decoration of the dining-room.&nbsp;
+Their place was taken by a replica of the original wafered
+announcement, to which, in particularly large letters, he had
+added the pithy rubric: &lsquo;<i>No service</i>.&rsquo;&nbsp;
+Meanwhile he had fallen into something as nearly bordering on low
+spirits as was consistent with his disposition; depressed, at
+once by the failure of his scheme, the laughable turn of his late
+interview, and the judicial blindness of the public to the merit
+of the twin cartoons.</p>
+<p>Perhaps a week had passed before he was again startled by the
+note of the knocker.&nbsp; A gentleman of a somewhat foreign and
+somewhat military air, yet closely shaven and wearing a soft hat,
+desired in the politest terms to visit the apartments.&nbsp; He
+had (he explained) a friend, a gentleman in tender health,
+desirous of a sedate and solitary life, apart from interruptions
+and the noises of the common lodging-house.&nbsp; &lsquo;The
+unusual clause,&rsquo; he continued, &lsquo;in your announcement,
+particularly struck me.&nbsp; &ldquo;This,&rdquo; I said,
+&ldquo;is the place for Mr. Jones.&rdquo;&nbsp; You are yourself,
+sir, a professional gentleman?&rsquo; concluded the visitor,
+looking keenly in Somerset&rsquo;s face.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am an artist,&rsquo; replied the young man
+lightly.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And these,&rsquo; observed the other, taking a side
+glance through the open door of the dining-room, which they were
+then passing, &lsquo;these are some of your works.&nbsp; Very
+remarkable.&rsquo;&nbsp; And he again and still more sharply
+peered into the countenance of the young man.</p>
+<p>Somerset, unable to suppress a blush, made the more haste to
+lead his visitor upstairs and to display the apartments.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Excellent,&rsquo; observed the stranger, as he looked
+from one of the back windows.&nbsp; &lsquo;Is that a mews behind,
+sir?&nbsp; Very good.&nbsp; Well, sir: see here.&nbsp; My friend
+will take your drawing-room floor; he will sleep in the back
+drawing-room; his nurse, an excellent Irish widow, will attend on
+all his wants and occupy a garret; he will pay you the round sum
+of ten dollars a week; and you, on your part, will engage to
+receive no other lodger?&nbsp; I think that fair.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset had scarcely words in which to clothe his gratitude
+and joy.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Agreed,&rsquo; said the other; &lsquo;and to spare you
+trouble, my friend will bring some men with him to make the
+changes.&nbsp; You will find him a retiring inmate, sir; receives
+but few, and rarely leaves the house, except at night.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Since I have been in this house,&rsquo; returned
+Somerset, &lsquo;I have myself, unless it were to fetch beer,
+rarely gone abroad except in the evening.&nbsp; But a man,&rsquo;
+he added, &lsquo;must have some amusement.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>An hour was then agreed on; the gentleman departed; and
+Somerset sat down to compute in English money the value of the
+figure named.&nbsp; The result of this investigation filled him
+with amazement and disgust; but it was now too late; nothing
+remained but to endure; and he awaited the arrival of his tenant,
+still trying, by various arithmetical expedients, to obtain a
+more favourable quotation for the dollar.&nbsp; With the approach
+of dusk, however, his impatience drove him once more to the front
+balcony.&nbsp; The night fell, mild and airless; the lamps shone
+around the central darkness of the garden; and through the tall
+grove of trees that intervened, many warmly illuminated windows
+on the farther side of the square, told their tale of white
+napery, choice wine, and genial hospitality.&nbsp; The stars were
+already thickening overhead, when the young man&rsquo;s eyes
+alighted on a procession of three four-wheelers, coasting round
+the garden railing and bound for the Superfluous Mansion.&nbsp;
+They were laden with formidable boxes; moved in a military order,
+one following another; and, by the extreme slowness of their
+advance, inspired Somerset with the most serious ideas of his
+tenant&rsquo;s malady.</p>
+<p>By the time he had the door open, the cabs had drawn up beside
+the pavement; and from the two first, there had alighted the
+military gentleman of the morning and two very stalwart
+porters.&nbsp; These proceeded instantly to take possession of
+the house; with their own hands, and firmly rejecting
+Somerset&rsquo;s assistance, they carried in the various crates
+and boxes; with their own hands dismounted and transferred to the
+back drawing-room the bed in which the tenant was to sleep; and
+it was not until the bustle of arrival had subsided, and the
+arrangements were complete, that there descended, from the third
+of the three vehicles, a gentleman of great stature and broad
+shoulders, leaning on the shoulder of a woman in a widow&rsquo;s
+dress, and himself covered by a long cloak and muffled in a
+coloured comforter.</p>
+<p>Somerset had but a glimpse of him in passing; he was soon shut
+into the back drawing-room; the other men departed; silence
+redescended on the house; and had not the nurse appeared a little
+before half-past ten, and, with a strong brogue, asked if there
+were a decent public-house in the neighbourhood, Somerset might
+have still supposed himself to be alone in the Superfluous
+Mansion.</p>
+<p>Day followed day; and still the young man had never come by
+speech or sight of his mysterious lodger.&nbsp; The doors of the
+drawing-room flat were never open; and although Somerset could
+hear him moving to and fro, the tall man had never quitted the
+privacy of his apartments.&nbsp; Visitors, indeed, arrived;
+sometimes in the dusk, sometimes at intempestuous hours of night
+or morning; men, for the most part; some meanly attired, some
+decently; some loud, some cringing; and yet all, in the eyes of
+Somerset, displeasing.&nbsp; A certain air of fear and secrecy
+was common to them all; they were all voluble, he thought, and
+ill at ease; even the military gentleman proved, on a closer
+inspection, to be no gentleman at all; and as for the doctor who
+attended the sick man, his manners were not suggestive of a
+university career.&nbsp; The nurse, again, was scarcely a
+desirable house-fellow.&nbsp; Since her arrival, the fall of
+whisky in the young man&rsquo;s private bottle was much
+accelerated; and though never communicative, she was at times
+unpleasantly familiar.&nbsp; When asked about the patient&rsquo;s
+health, she would dolorously shake her head, and declare that the
+poor gentleman was in a pitiful condition.</p>
+<p>Yet somehow Somerset had early begun to entertain the notion
+that his complaint was other than bodily.&nbsp; The ill-looking
+birds that gathered to the house, the strange noises that sounded
+from the drawing-room in the dead hours of night, the careless
+attendance and intemperate habits of the nurse, the entire
+absence of correspondence, the entire seclusion of Mr. Jones
+himself, whose face, up to that hour, he could not have sworn to
+in a court of justice&mdash;all weighed unpleasantly upon the
+young man&rsquo;s mind.&nbsp; A sense of something evil,
+irregular and underhand, haunted and depressed him; and this
+uneasy sentiment was the more firmly rooted in his mind, when, in
+the fulness of time, he had an opportunity of observing the
+features of his tenant.&nbsp; It fell in this way.&nbsp; The
+young landlord was awakened about four in the morning by a noise
+in the hall.&nbsp; Leaping to his feet, and opening the door of
+the library, he saw the tall man, candle in hand, in earnest
+conversation with the gentleman who had taken the rooms.&nbsp;
+The faces of both were strongly illuminated; and in that of his
+tenant, Somerset could perceive none of the marks of disease, but
+every sign of health, energy, and resolution.&nbsp; While he was
+still looking, the visitor took his departure; and the invalid,
+having carefully fastened the front door, sprang upstairs without
+a trace of lassitude.</p>
+<p>That night upon his pillow, Somerset began to kindle once more
+into the hot fit of the detective fever; and the next morning
+resumed the practice of his art with careless hand and an
+abstracted mind.&nbsp; The day was destined to be fertile in
+surprises; nor had he long been seated at the easel ere the first
+of these occurred.&nbsp; A cab laden with baggage drew up before
+the door; and Mrs. Luxmore in person rapidly mounted the steps
+and began to pound upon the knocker.&nbsp; Somerset hastened to
+attend the summons.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My dear fellow,&rsquo; she said, with the utmost
+gaiety, &lsquo;here I come dropping from the moon.&nbsp; I am
+delighted to find you faithful; and I have no doubt you will be
+equally pleased to be restored to liberty.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset could find no words, whether of protest or welcome;
+and the spirited old lady pushed briskly by him and paused on the
+threshold of the dining-room.&nbsp; The sight that met her eyes
+was one well calculated to inspire astonishment.&nbsp; The
+mantelpiece was arrayed with saucepans and empty bottles; on the
+fire some chops were frying; the floor was littered from end to
+end with books, clothes, walking-canes and the materials of the
+painter&rsquo;s craft; but what far outstripped the other wonders
+of the place was the corner which had been arranged for the study
+of still-life.&nbsp; This formed a sort of rockery; conspicuous
+upon which, according to the principles of the art of
+composition, a cabbage was relieved against a copper kettle, and
+both contrasted with the mail of a boiled lobster.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My gracious goodness!&rsquo; cried the lady of the
+house; and then, turning in wrath on the young man, &lsquo;From
+what rank in life are you sprung?&rsquo; she demanded.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;You have the exterior of a gentleman; but from the
+astonishing evidences before me, I should say you can only be a
+greengrocer&rsquo;s man.&nbsp; Pray, gather up your vegetables,
+and let me see no more of you.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; babbled Somerset, &lsquo;you promised me
+a month&rsquo;s warning.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That was under a misapprehension,&rsquo; returned the
+old lady.&nbsp; &lsquo;I now give you warning to leave at
+once.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; said the young man, &lsquo;I wish I
+could; and indeed, as far as I am concerned, it might be
+done.&nbsp; But then, my lodger!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your lodger?&rsquo; echoed Mrs. Luxmore.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My lodger: why should I deny it?&rsquo; returned
+Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;He is only by the week.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The old lady sat down upon a chair.&nbsp; &lsquo;You have a
+lodger?&mdash;you?&rsquo; she cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;And pray, how
+did you get him?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;By advertisement,&rsquo; replied the young man.
+&lsquo;O madam, I have not lived unobservantly.&nbsp; I
+adopted&rsquo;&mdash;his eyes involuntarily shifted to the
+cartoons&mdash;&lsquo;I adopted every method.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Her eyes had followed his; for the first time in
+Somerset&rsquo;s experience, she produced a double eye-glass; and
+as soon as the full merit of the works had flashed upon her, she
+gave way to peal after peal of her trilling and soprano
+laughter.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh, I think you are perfectly delicious!&rsquo; she
+cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;I do hope you had them in the window.&nbsp;
+M&rsquo;Pherson,&rsquo; she continued, crying to her maid, who
+had been all this time grimly waiting in the hall, &lsquo;I lunch
+with Mr. Somerset.&nbsp; Take the cellar key and bring some
+wine.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>In this gay humour she continued throughout the luncheon;
+presented Somerset with a couple of dozen of wine, which she made
+M&rsquo;Pherson bring up from the cellar&mdash;&lsquo;as a
+present, my dear,&rsquo; she said, with another burst of tearful
+merriment, &lsquo;for your charming pictures, which you must be
+sure to leave me when you go;&rsquo; and finally, protesting that
+she dared not spoil the absurdest houseful of madmen in the whole
+of London, departed (as she vaguely phrased it) for the continent
+of Europe.</p>
+<p>She was no sooner gone, than Somerset encountered in the
+corridor the Irish nurse; sober, to all appearance, and yet a
+prey to singularly strong emotion.&nbsp; It was made to appear,
+from her account, that Mr. Jones had already suffered acutely in
+his health from Mrs. Luxmore&rsquo;s visit, and that nothing
+short of a full explanation could allay the invalid&rsquo;s
+uneasiness.&nbsp; Somerset, somewhat staring, told what he
+thought fit of the affair.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Is that all?&rsquo; cried the woman.&nbsp; &lsquo;As
+God sees you, is that all?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My good woman,&rsquo; said the young man, &lsquo;I have
+no idea what you can be driving at.&nbsp; Suppose the lady were
+my friend&rsquo;s wife, suppose she were my fairy godmother,
+suppose she were the Queen of Portugal; and how should that
+affect yourself or Mr. Jones?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Blessed Mary!&rsquo; cried the nurse, &lsquo;it&rsquo;s
+he that will be glad to hear it!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>And immediately she fled upstairs.</p>
+<p>Somerset, on his part, returned to the dining-room, and with a
+very thoughtful brow and ruminating many theories, disposed of
+the remainder of the bottle.&nbsp; It was port; and port is a
+wine, sole among its equals and superiors, that can in some
+degree support the competition of tobacco.&nbsp; Sipping,
+smoking, and theorising, Somerset moved on from suspicion to
+suspicion, from resolve to resolve, still growing braver and
+rosier as the bottle ebbed.&nbsp; He was a sceptic, none prouder
+of the name; he had no horror at command, whether for crimes or
+vices, but beheld and embraced the world, with an immoral
+approbation, the frequent consequence of youth and health.&nbsp;
+At the same time, he felt convinced that he dwelt under the same
+roof with secret malefactors; and the unregenerate instinct of
+the chase impelled him to severity.&nbsp; The bottle had run low;
+the summer sun had finally withdrawn; and at the same moment,
+night and the pangs of hunger recalled him from his dreams.</p>
+<p>He went forth, and dined in the Criterion: a dinner in
+consonance, not so much with his purse, as with the admirable
+wine he had discussed.&nbsp; What with one thing and another, it
+was long past midnight when he returned home.&nbsp; A cab was at
+the door; and entering the hall, Somerset found himself face to
+face with one of the most regular of the few who visited Mr.
+Jones: a man of powerful figure, strong lineaments, and a
+chin-beard in the American fashion.&nbsp; This person was
+carrying on one shoulder a black portmanteau, seemingly of
+considerable weight.&nbsp; That he should find a visitor removing
+baggage in the dead of night, recalled some odd stories to the
+young man&rsquo;s memory; he had heard of lodgers who thus
+gradually drained away, not only their own effects, but the very
+furniture and fittings of the house that sheltered them; and now,
+in a mood between pleasantry and suspicion, and aping the manner
+of a drunkard, he roughly bumped against the man with the
+chin-beard and knocked the portmanteau from his shoulder to the
+floor.&nbsp; With a face struck suddenly as white as paper, the
+man with the chin-beard called lamentably on the name of his
+maker, and fell in a mere heap on the mat at the foot of the
+stairs.&nbsp; At the same time, though only for a single instant,
+the heads of the sick lodger and the Irish nurse popped out like
+rabbits over the banisters of the first floor; and on both the
+same scare and pallor were apparent.</p>
+<p>The sight of this incredible emotion turned Somerset to stone,
+and he continued speechless, while the man gathered himself
+together, and, with the help of the handrail and audibly thanking
+God, scrambled once more upon his feet.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What in Heaven&rsquo;s name ails you?&rsquo; gasped the
+young man as soon as he could find words and utterance.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Have you a drop of brandy?&rsquo; returned the
+other.&nbsp; &lsquo;I am sick.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset administered two drams, one after the other, to the
+man with the chin-beard; who then, somewhat restored, began to
+confound himself in apologies for what he called his miserable
+nervousness, the result, he said, of a long course of dumb ague;
+and having taken leave with a hand that still sweated and
+trembled, he gingerly resumed his burthen and departed.</p>
+<p>Somerset retired to bed but not to sleep.&nbsp; What, he asked
+himself, had been the contents of the black portmanteau?&nbsp;
+Stolen goods? the carcase of one murdered? or&mdash;and at the
+thought he sat upright in bed&mdash;an infernal machine?&nbsp; He
+took a solemn vow that he would set these doubts at rest; and
+with the next morning, installed himself beside the dining-room
+window, vigilant with eye; and ear, to await and profit by the
+earliest opportunity.</p>
+<p>The hours went heavily by.&nbsp; Within the house there was no
+circumstance of novelty; unless it might be that the nurse more
+frequently made little journeys round the corner of the square,
+and before afternoon was somewhat loose of speech and gait.&nbsp;
+A little after six, however, there came round the corner of the
+gardens a very handsome and elegantly dressed young woman, who
+paused a little way off, and for some time, and with frequent
+sighs, contemplated the front of the Superfluous Mansion.&nbsp;
+It was not the first time that she had thus stood afar and looked
+upon it, like our common parents at the gates of Eden; and the
+young man had already had occasion to remark the lively slimness
+of her carriage, and had already been the butt of a chance arrow
+from her eye.&nbsp; He hailed her coming, then, with pleasant
+feelings, and moved a little nearer to the window to enjoy the
+sight.&nbsp; What was his surprise, however, when, as if with a
+sensible effort, she drew near, mounted the steps and tapped
+discreetly at the door!&nbsp; He made haste to get before the
+Irish nurse, who was not improbably asleep, and had the
+satisfaction to receive this gracious visitor in person.</p>
+<p>She inquired for Mr. Jones; and then, without transition,
+asked the young man if he were the person of the house (and at
+the words, he thought he could perceive her to be smiling),
+&lsquo;because,&rsquo; she added, &lsquo;if you are, I should
+like to see some of the other rooms.&rsquo;&nbsp; Somerset told
+her he was under an engagement to receive no other lodgers; but
+she assured him that would be no matter, as these were friends of
+Mr. Jones&rsquo;s.&nbsp; &lsquo;And,&rsquo; she continued, moving
+suddenly to the dining-room door, &lsquo;let us begin
+here.&rsquo;&nbsp; Somerset was too late to prevent her entering,
+and perhaps he lacked the courage to essay.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Ah!&rsquo; she cried, &lsquo;how changed it is!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; cried the young man, &lsquo;since your
+entrance, it is I who have the right to say so.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>She received this inane compliment with a demure and conscious
+droop of the eyelids, and gracefully steering her dress among the
+mingled litter, now with a smile, now with a sigh, reviewed the
+wonders of the two apartments.&nbsp; She gazed upon the cartoons
+with sparkling eyes, and a heightened colour, and in a somewhat
+breathless voice, expressed a high opinion of their merits.&nbsp;
+She praised the effective disposition of the rockery, and in the
+bedroom, of which Somerset had vainly endeavoured to defend the
+entry, she fairly broke forth in admiration.&nbsp; &lsquo;How
+simple and manly!&rsquo; she cried: &lsquo;none of that
+effeminacy of neatness, which is so detestable in a
+man!&rsquo;&nbsp; Hard upon this, telling him, before he had time
+to reply, that she very well knew her way, and would trouble him
+no further, she took her leave with an engaging smile, and
+ascended the staircase alone.</p>
+<p>For more than an hour the young lady remained closeted with
+Mr. Jones; and at the end of that time, the night being now come
+completely, they left the house in company.&nbsp; This was the
+first time since the arrival of his lodger, that Somerset had
+found himself alone with the Irish widow; and without the loss of
+any more time than was required by decency, he stepped to the
+foot of the stairs and hailed her by her name.&nbsp; She came
+instantly, wreathed in weak smiles and with a nodding head; and
+when the young man politely offered to introduce her to the
+treasures of his art, she swore that nothing could afford her
+greater pleasure, for, though she had never crossed the
+threshold, she had frequently observed his beautiful pictures
+through the door.&nbsp; On entering the dining-room, the sight of
+a bottle and two glasses prepared her to be a gentle critic; and
+as soon as the pictures had been viewed and praised, she was
+easily persuaded to join the painter in a single glass.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Here,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;are my respects; and a
+pleasure it is, in this horrible house, to see a gentleman like
+yourself, so affable and free, and a very nice painter, I am
+sure.&rsquo;&nbsp; One glass so agreeably prefaced, was sure to
+lead to the acceptance of a second; at the third, Somerset was
+free to cease from the affectation of keeping her company; and as
+for the fourth, she asked it of her own accord.&nbsp; &lsquo;For
+indeed,&rsquo; said she, &lsquo;what with all these clocks and
+chemicals, without a drop of the creature life would be
+impossible entirely.&nbsp; And you seen yourself that even
+M&rsquo;Guire was glad to beg for it.&nbsp; And even himself,
+when he is downhearted with all these cruel disappointments,
+though as temperate a man as any child, will be sometimes crying
+for a glass of it.&nbsp; And I&rsquo;ll thank you for a
+thimbleful to settle what I got.&rsquo;&nbsp; Soon after, she
+began with tears to narrate the deathbed dispositions and lament
+the trifling assets of her husband.&nbsp; Then she declared she
+heard &lsquo;the master&rsquo; calling her, rose to her feet,
+made but one lurch of it into the still-life rockery, and with
+her head upon the lobster, fell into stertorous slumbers.</p>
+<p>Somerset mounted at once to the first story, and opened the
+door of the drawing-room, which was brilliantly lit by several
+lamps.&nbsp; It was a great apartment; looking on the square with
+three tall windows, and joined by a pair of ample folding-doors
+to the next room; elegant in proportion, papered in sea-green,
+furnished in velvet of a delicate blue, and adorned with a
+majestic mantelpiece of variously tinted marbles.&nbsp; Such was
+the room that Somerset remembered; that which he now beheld was
+changed in almost every feature: the furniture covered with a
+figured chintz; the walls hung with a rhubarb-coloured paper, and
+diversified by the curtained recesses for no less than seven
+windows.&nbsp; It seemed to himself that he must have entered,
+without observing the transition, into the adjoining house.&nbsp;
+Presently from these more specious changes, his eye condescended
+to the many curious objects with which the floor was
+littered.&nbsp; Here were the locks of dismounted pistols; clocks
+and clockwork in every stage of demolition, some still busily
+ticking, some reduced to their dainty elements; a great company
+of carboys, jars and bottles; a carpenter&rsquo;s bench and a
+laboratory-table.</p>
+<p>The back drawing-room, to which Somerset proceeded, had
+likewise undergone a change.&nbsp; It was transformed to the
+exact appearance of a common lodging-house bedroom; a bed with
+green curtains occupied one corner; and the window was blocked by
+the regulation table and mirror.&nbsp; The door of a small closet
+here attracted the young man&rsquo;s attention; and striking a
+vesta, he opened it and entered.&nbsp; On a table several wigs
+and beards were lying spread; about the walls hung an incongruous
+display of suits and overcoats; and conspicuous among the last
+the young man observed a large overall of the most costly
+sealskin.&nbsp; In a flash his mind reverted to the advertisement
+in the <i>Standard</i> newspaper.&nbsp; The great height of his
+lodger, the disproportionate breadth of his shoulders, and the
+strange particulars of his instalment, all pointed to the same
+conclusion.</p>
+<p>The vesta had now burned to his fingers; and taking the coat
+upon his arm, Somerset hastily returned to the lighted
+drawing-room.&nbsp; There, with a mixture of fear and admiration,
+he pored upon its goodly proportions and the regularity and
+softness of the pile.&nbsp; The sight of a large pier-glass put
+another fancy in his head.&nbsp; He donned the fur-coat; and
+standing before the mirror in an attitude suggestive of a Russian
+prince, he thrust his hands into the ample pockets.&nbsp; There
+his fingers encountered a folded journal.&nbsp; He drew it out,
+and recognised the type and paper of the <i>Standard</i>; and at
+the same instant, his eyes alighted on the offer of two hundred
+pounds.&nbsp; Plainly then, his lodger, now no longer mysterious,
+had laid aside his coat on the very day of the appearance of the
+advertisement.</p>
+<p>He was thus standing, the tell-tale coat upon his back, the
+incriminating paper in his hand, when the door opened and the
+tall lodger, with a firm but somewhat pallid face, stepped into
+the room and closed the door again behind him.&nbsp; For some
+time, the two looked upon each other in perfect silence; then Mr.
+Jones moved forward to the table, took a seat, and still without
+once changing the direction of his eyes, addressed the young
+man.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You are right,&rsquo; he said.&nbsp; &lsquo;It is for
+me the blood money is offered.&nbsp; And now what will you
+do?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>It was a question to which Somerset was far from being able to
+reply.&nbsp; Taken as he was at unawares, masquerading in the
+man&rsquo;s own coat, and surrounded by a whole arsenal of
+diabolical explosives, the keeper of the lodging-house was
+silenced.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Yes,&rsquo; resumed the other, &lsquo;I am he.&nbsp; I
+am that man, whom with impotent hate and fear, they still hunt
+from den to den, from disguise to disguise.&nbsp; Yes, my
+landlord, you have it in your power, if you be poor, to lay the
+basis of your fortune; if you be unknown, to capture honour at
+one snatch.&nbsp; You have hocussed an innocent widow; and I find
+you here in my apartment, for whose use I pay you in stamped
+money, searching my wardrobe, and your hand&mdash;shame,
+sir!&mdash;your hand in my very pocket.&nbsp; You can now
+complete the cycle of your ignominious acts, by what will be at
+once the simplest, the safest, and the most
+remunerative.&rsquo;&nbsp; The speaker paused as if to emphasise
+his words; and then, with a great change of tone and manner, thus
+resumed: &lsquo;And yet, sir, when I look upon your face, I feel
+certain that I cannot be deceived: certain that in spite of all,
+I have the honour and pleasure of speaking to a gentleman.&nbsp;
+Take off my coat, sir&mdash;which but cumbers you.&nbsp; Divest
+yourself of this confusion: that which is but thought upon, thank
+God, need be no burthen to the conscience; we have all harboured
+guilty thoughts: and if it flashed into your mind to sell my
+flesh and blood, my anguish in the dock, and the sweat of my
+death agony&mdash;it was a thought, dear sir, you were as
+incapable of acting on, as I of any further question of your
+honour.&rsquo;&nbsp; At these words, the speaker, with a very
+open, smiling countenance, like a forgiving father, offered
+Somerset his hand.</p>
+<p>It was not in the young man&rsquo;s nature to refuse
+forgiveness or dissect generosity.&nbsp; He instantly, and almost
+without thought, accepted the proffered grasp.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And now,&rsquo; resumed the lodger, &lsquo;now that I
+hold in mine your loyal hand, I lay by my apprehensions, I
+dismiss suspicion, I go further&mdash;by an effort of will, I
+banish the memory of what is past.&nbsp; How you came here, I
+care not: enough that you are here&mdash;as my guest.&nbsp; Sit
+ye down; and let us, with your good permission, improve
+acquaintance over a glass of excellent whisky.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>So speaking, he produced glasses and a bottle: and the pair
+pledged each other in silence.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Confess,&rsquo; observed the smiling host, &lsquo;you
+were surprised at the appearance of the room.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I was indeed,&rsquo; said Somerset; &lsquo;nor can I
+imagine the purpose of these changes.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;These,&rsquo; replied the conspirator, &lsquo;are the
+devices by which I continue to exist.&nbsp; Conceive me now,
+accused before one of your unjust tribunals; conceive the various
+witnesses appearing, and the singular variety of their
+reports!&nbsp; One will have visited me in this drawing-room as
+it originally stood; a second finds it as it is to-night; and
+to-morrow or next day, all may have been changed.&nbsp; If you
+love romance (as artists do), few lives are more romantic than
+that of the obscure individual now addressing you.&nbsp; Obscure
+yet famous.&nbsp; Mine is an anonymous, infernal glory.&nbsp; By
+infamous means, I work towards my bright purpose.&nbsp; I found
+the liberty and peace of a poor country, desperately abused; the
+future smiles upon that land; yet, in the meantime, I lead the
+existence of a hunted brute, work towards appalling ends, and
+practice hell&rsquo;s dexterities.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset, glass in hand, contemplated the strange fanatic
+before him, and listened to his heated rhapsody, with
+indescribable bewilderment.&nbsp; He looked him in the face with
+curious particularity; saw there the marks of education; and
+wondered the more profoundly.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; he said&mdash;&lsquo;for I know not whether
+I should still address you as Mr. Jones&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Jones, Breitman, Higginbotham, Pumpernickel, Daviot,
+Henderland, by all or any of these you may address me,&rsquo;
+said the plotter; &lsquo;for all I have at some time borne.&nbsp;
+Yet that which I most prize, that which is most feared, hated,
+and obeyed, is not a name to be found in your directories; it is
+not a name current in post-offices or banks; and, indeed, like
+the celebrated clan M&rsquo;Gregor, I may justly describe myself
+as being nameless by day.&nbsp; But,&rsquo; he continued, rising
+to his feet, &lsquo;by night, and among my desperate followers, I
+am the redoubted Zero.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset was unacquainted with the name, but he politely
+expressed surprise and gratification.&nbsp; &lsquo;I am to
+understand,&rsquo; he continued, &lsquo;that, under this alias,
+you follow the profession of a dynamiter?&rsquo; <a
+name="citation176"></a><a href="#footnote176"
+class="citation">[176]</a></p>
+<p>The plotter had resumed his seat and now replenished the
+glasses.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I do,&rsquo; he said.&nbsp; &lsquo;In this dark period
+of time, a star&mdash;the star of dynamite&mdash;has risen for
+the oppressed; and among those who practise its use, so thick
+beset with dangers and attended by such incredible difficulties
+and disappointments, few have been more assiduous, and not
+many&mdash;&rsquo;&nbsp; He paused, and a shade of embarrassment
+appeared upon his face&mdash;&lsquo;not many have been more
+successful than myself.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I can imagine,&rsquo; observed Somerset, &lsquo;that,
+from the sweeping consequences looked for, the career is not
+devoid of interest.&nbsp; You have, besides, some of the
+entertainment of the game of hide and seek.&nbsp; But it would
+still seem to me&mdash;I speak as a layman&mdash;that nothing
+could be simpler or safer than to deposit an infernal machine and
+retire to an adjacent county to await the painful
+consequences.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You speak, indeed,&rsquo; returned the plotter, with
+some evidence of warmth, &lsquo;you speak, indeed, most
+ignorantly.&nbsp; Do you make nothing, then, of such a peril as
+we share this moment?&nbsp; Do you think it nothing to occupy a
+house like this one, mined, menaced, and, in a word, literally
+tottering to its fall?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Good God!&rsquo; ejaculated Somerset.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And when you speak of ease,&rsquo; pursued Zero,
+&lsquo;in this age of scientific studies, you fill me with
+surprise.&nbsp; Are you not aware that chemicals are proverbially
+fickle as woman, and clockwork as capricious as the very
+devil?&nbsp; Do you see upon my brow these furrows of
+anxiety?&nbsp; Do you observe the silver threads that mingle with
+my hair?&nbsp; Clockwork, clockwork has stamped them on my
+brow&mdash;chemicals have sprinkled them upon my locks!&nbsp; No,
+Mr. Somerset,&rsquo; he resumed, after a moment&rsquo;s pause,
+his voice still quivering with sensibility, &lsquo;you must not
+suppose the dynamiter&rsquo;s life to be all gold.&nbsp; On the
+contrary, you cannot picture to yourself the bloodshot vigils and
+the staggering disappointments of a life like mine.&nbsp; I have
+toiled (let us say) for months, up early and down late; my bag is
+ready, my clock set; a daring agent has hurried with white face
+to deposit the instrument of ruin; we await the fall of England,
+the massacre of thousands, the yell of fear and execration; and
+lo! a snap like that of a child&rsquo;s pistol, an offensive
+smell, and the entire loss of so much time and plant!&nbsp;
+If,&rsquo; he concluded, musingly, &lsquo;we had been merely able
+to recover the lost bags, I believe with but a touch or two, I
+could have remedied the peccant engine.&nbsp; But what with the
+loss of plant and the almost insuperable scientific difficulties
+of the task, our friends in France are almost ready to desert the
+chosen medium.&nbsp; They propose, instead, to break up the
+drainage system of cities and sweep off whole populations with
+the devastating typhoid pestilence: a tempting and a scientific
+project: a process, indiscriminate indeed, but of idyllical
+simplicity.&nbsp; I recognise its elegance; but, sir, I have
+something of the poet in my nature; something, possibly, of the
+tribune.&nbsp; And, for my small part, I shall remain devoted to
+that more emphatic, more striking, and (if you please) more
+popular method, of the explosive bomb.&nbsp; Yes,&rsquo; he
+cried, with unshaken hope, &lsquo;I will still continue, and, I
+feel it in my bosom, I shall yet succeed.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Two things I remark,&rsquo; said Somerset.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;The first somewhat staggers me.&nbsp; Have you,
+then&mdash;in all this course of life, which you have sketched so
+vividly&mdash;have you not once succeeded?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Pardon me,&rsquo; said Zero.&nbsp; &lsquo;I have had
+one success.&nbsp; You behold in me the author of the outrage of
+Red Lion Court.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;But if I remember right,&rsquo; objected Somerset,
+&lsquo;the thing was a <i>fiasco</i>.&nbsp; A scavenger&rsquo;s
+barrow and some copies of the <i>Weekly Budget</i>&mdash;these
+were the only victims.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You will pardon me again,&rsquo; returned Zero with
+positive asperity: &lsquo;a child was injured.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And that fitly brings me to my second point,&rsquo;
+said Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;For I observed you to employ the word
+&ldquo;indiscriminate.&rdquo;&nbsp; Now, surely, a
+scavenger&rsquo;s barrow and a child (if child there were)
+represent the very acme and top pin-point of indiscriminate, and,
+pardon me, of ineffectual reprisal.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Did I employ the word?&rsquo; asked Zero.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Well, I will not defend it.&nbsp; But for efficiency, you
+touch on graver matters; and before entering upon so vast a
+subject, permit me once more to fill our glasses.&nbsp;
+Disputation is dry work,&rsquo; he added, with a charming gaiety
+of manner.</p>
+<p>Once more accordingly the pair pledged each other in a
+stalwart grog; and Zero, leaning back with an air of some
+complacency, proceeded more largely to develop his opinions.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The indiscriminate?&rsquo; he began.&nbsp; &lsquo;War,
+my dear sir, is indiscriminate.&nbsp; War spares not the child;
+it spares not the barrow of the harmless scavenger.&nbsp; No
+more,&rsquo; he concluded, beaming, &lsquo;no more do I.&nbsp;
+Whatever may strike fear, whatever may confound or paralyse the
+activities of the guilty nation, barrow or child, imperial
+Parliament or excursion steamer, is welcome to my simple
+plans.&nbsp; You are not,&rsquo; he inquired, with a shade of
+sympathetic interest, &lsquo;you are not, I trust, a
+believer?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir, I believe in nothing,&rsquo; said the young
+man.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You are then,&rsquo; replied Zero, &lsquo;in a position
+to grasp my argument.&nbsp; We agree that humanity is the object,
+the glorious triumph of humanity; and being pledged to labour for
+that end, and face to face with the banded opposition of kings,
+parliaments, churches, and the members of the force, who am
+I&mdash;who are we, dear sir&mdash;to affect a nicety about the
+tools employed?&nbsp; You might, perhaps, expect us to attack the
+Queen, the sinister Gladstone, the rigid Derby, or the dexterous
+Granville; but there you would be in error.&nbsp; Our appeal is
+to the body of the people; it is these that we would touch and
+interest.&nbsp; Now, sir, have you observed the English
+housemaid?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I should think I had,&rsquo; cried Somerset.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;From a man of taste and a votary of art, I had expected
+it,&rsquo; returned the conspirator politely.&nbsp; &lsquo;A type
+apart; a very charming figure; and thoroughly adapted to our
+ends.&nbsp; The neat cap, the clean print, the comely person, the
+engaging manner; her position between classes, parents in one,
+employers in another; the probability that she will have at least
+one sweet-heart, whose feelings we shall address:&mdash;yes, I
+have a leaning&mdash;call it, if you will, a weakness&mdash;for
+the housemaid.&nbsp; Not that I would be understood to despise
+the nurse.&nbsp; For the child is a very interesting feature: I
+have long since marked out the child as the sensitive point in
+society.&rsquo;&nbsp; He wagged his head, with a wise, pensive
+smile.&nbsp; &lsquo;And talking, sir, of children and of the
+perils of our trade, let me now narrate to you a little incident
+of an explosive bomb, that fell out some weeks ago under my own
+observation.&nbsp; It fell out thus.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>And Zero, leaning back in his chair, narrated the following
+simple tale.</p>
+<h3><!-- page 182--><a name="page182"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 182</span><i>ZERO&rsquo;S TALE OF THE
+EXPLOSIVE BOMB</i>. <a name="citation182"></a><a
+href="#footnote182" class="citation">[182]</a></h3>
+<p>I dined by appointment with one of our most trusted agents, in
+a private chamber at St. James&rsquo;s Hall.&nbsp; You have seen
+the man: it was M&rsquo;Guire, the most chivalrous of creatures,
+but not himself expert in our contrivances.&nbsp; Hence the
+necessity of our meeting; for I need not remind you what enormous
+issues depend upon the nice adjustment of the engine.&nbsp; I set
+our little petard for half an hour, the scene of action being
+hard by; and the better to avert miscarriage, employed a device,
+a recent invention of my own, by which the opening of the
+Gladstone bag in which the bomb was carried, should instantly
+determine the explosion.&nbsp; M&rsquo;Guire was somewhat dashed
+by this arrangement, which was new to him: and pointed out, with
+excellent, clear good sense, that should he be arrested, it would
+probably involve him in the fall of our opponents.&nbsp; But I
+was not to be moved, made a strong appeal to his patriotism, gave
+him a good glass of whisky, and despatched him on his glorious
+errand.</p>
+<p>Our objective was the effigy of Shakespeare in Leicester
+Square: a spot, I think, admirably chosen; not only for the sake
+of the dramatist, still very foolishly claimed as a glory by the
+English race, in spite of his disgusting political opinions; but
+from the fact that the seats in the immediate neighbourhood are
+often thronged by children, errand-boys, unfortunate young ladies
+of the poorer class and infirm old men&mdash;all classes making a
+direct appeal to public pity, and therefore suitable with our
+designs.&nbsp; As M&rsquo;Guire drew near his heart was inflamed
+by the most noble sentiment of triumph.&nbsp; Never had he seen
+the garden so crowded; children, still stumbling in the impotence
+of youth, ran to and fro, shouting and playing, round the
+pedestal; an old, sick pensioner sat upon the nearest bench, a
+medal on his breast, a stick with which he walked (for he was
+disabled by wounds) reclining on his knee.&nbsp; Guilty England
+would thus be stabbed in the most delicate quarters; the moment
+had, indeed, been well selected; and M&rsquo;Guire, with a
+radiant provision of the event, drew merrily nearer.&nbsp;
+Suddenly his eye alighted on the burly form of a policeman,
+standing hard by the effigy in an attitude of watch.&nbsp; My
+bold companion paused; he looked about him closely; here and
+there, at different points of the enclosure, other men stood or
+loitered, affecting an abstraction, feigning to gaze upon the
+shrubs, feigning to talk, feigning to be weary and to rest upon
+the benches.&nbsp; M&rsquo;Guire was no child in these affairs;
+he instantly divined one of the plots of the Machiavellian
+Gladstone.</p>
+<p>A chief difficulty with which we have to deal, is a certain
+nervousness in the subaltern branches of the corps; as the hour
+of some design draws near, these chicken-souled conspirators
+appear to suffer some revulsion of intent; and frequently
+despatch to the authorities, not indeed specific denunciations,
+but vague anonymous warnings.&nbsp; But for this purely
+accidental circumstance, England had long ago been an historical
+expression.&nbsp; On the receipt of such a letter, the Government
+lay a trap for their adversaries, and surround the threatened
+spot with hirelings.&nbsp; My blood sometimes boils in my veins,
+when I consider the case of those who sell themselves for money
+in such a cause.&nbsp; True, thanks to the generosity of our
+supporters, we patriots receive a very comfortable stipend; I
+myself, of course, touch a salary which puts me quite beyond the
+reach of any peddling, mercenary thoughts; M&rsquo;Guire, again,
+ere he joined our ranks, was on the brink of starving, and now,
+thank God! receives a decent income.&nbsp; That is as it should
+be; the patriot must not be diverted from his task by any base
+consideration; and the distinction between our position and that
+of the police is too obvious to be stated.</p>
+<p>Plainly, however, our Leicester Square design had been
+divulged; the Government had craftily filled the place with
+minions; even the pensioner was not improbably a hireling in
+disguise; and our emissary, without other aid or protection than
+the simple apparatus in his bag, found himself confronted by
+force; brutal force; that strong hand which was a character of
+the ages of oppression.&nbsp; Should he venture to deposit the
+machine, it was almost certain that he would be observed and
+arrested; a cry would arise; and there was just a fear that the
+police might not be present in sufficient force, to protect him
+from the savagery of the mob.&nbsp; The scheme must be
+delayed.&nbsp; He stood with his bag on his arm, pretending to
+survey the front of the Alhambra, when there flashed into his
+mind a thought to appal the bravest.&nbsp; The machine was set;
+at the appointed hour, it must explode; and how, in the interval,
+was he to be rid of it?</p>
+<p>Put yourself, I beseech you, into the body of that
+patriot.&nbsp; There he was, friendless and helpless; a man in
+the very flower of life, for he is not yet forty; with long years
+of happiness before him; and now condemned, in one moment, to a
+cruel and revolting death by dynamite!&nbsp; The square, he said,
+went round him like a thaumatrope; he saw the Alhambra leap into
+the air like a balloon; and reeled against the railing.&nbsp; It
+is probable he fainted.</p>
+<p>When he came to himself, a constable had him by the arm.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My God!&rsquo; he cried.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You seem to be unwell, sir,&rsquo; said the
+hireling.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I feel better now,&rsquo; cried poor M&rsquo;Guire: and
+with uneven steps, for the pavement of the square seemed to lurch
+and reel under his footing, he fled from the scene of this
+disaster.&nbsp; Fled?&nbsp; Alas, from what was he fleeing?&nbsp;
+Did he not carry that from which he fled along with him? and had
+he the wings of the eagle, had he the swiftness of the ocean
+winds, could he have been rapt into the uttermost quarters of the
+earth, how should he escape the ruin that he carried?&nbsp; We
+have heard of living men who have been fettered to the dead; the
+grievance, soberly considered, is no more than sentimental; the
+case is but a flea-bite to that of him who should be linked, like
+poor M&rsquo;Guire, to an explosive bomb.</p>
+<p>A thought struck him in Green Street, like a dart through his
+liver: suppose it were the hour already.&nbsp; He stopped as
+though he had been shot, and plucked his watch out.&nbsp; There
+was a howling in his ears, as loud as a winter tempest; his sight
+was now obscured as if by a cloud, now, as by a lightning flash,
+would show him the very dust upon the street.&nbsp; But so brief
+were these intervals of vision, and so violently did the watch
+vibrate in his hands, that it was impossible to distinguish the
+numbers on the dial.&nbsp; He covered his eyes for a few seconds;
+and in that space, it seemed to him that he had fallen to be a
+man of ninety.&nbsp; When he looked again, the watch-plate had
+grown legible: he had twenty minutes.&nbsp; Twenty minutes, and
+no plan!</p>
+<p>Green Street, at that time, was very empty; and he now
+observed a little girl of about six drawing near to him, and as
+she came, kicking in front of her, as children will, a piece of
+wood.&nbsp; She sang, too; and something in her accent recalling
+him to the past, produced a sudden clearness in his mind.&nbsp;
+Here was a God-sent opportunity!</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My dear,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;would you like a
+present of a pretty bag?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The child cried aloud with joy and put out her hands to take
+it.&nbsp; She had looked first at the bag, like a true child; but
+most unfortunately, before she had yet received the fatal gift,
+her eyes fell directly on M&rsquo;Guire; and no sooner had she
+seen the poor gentleman&rsquo;s face, than she screamed out and
+leaped backward, as though she had seen the devil.&nbsp; Almost
+at the same moment a woman appeared upon the threshold of a
+neighbouring shop, and called upon the child in anger.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Come here, colleen,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;and
+don&rsquo;t be plaguing the poor old gentleman!&rsquo;&nbsp; With
+that she re-entered the house, and the child followed her,
+sobbing aloud.</p>
+<p>With the loss of this hope M&rsquo;Guire&rsquo;s reason
+swooned within him.&nbsp; When next he awoke to consciousness, he
+was standing before St. Martin&rsquo;s-in-the-Fields, wavering
+like a drunken man; the passers-by regarding him with eyes in
+which he read, as in a glass, an image of the terror and horror
+that dwelt within his own.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am afraid you are very ill, sir,&rsquo; observed a
+woman, stopping and gazing hard in his face.&nbsp; &lsquo;Can I
+do anything to help you?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ill?&rsquo; said M&rsquo;Guire.&nbsp; &lsquo;O
+God!&rsquo;&nbsp; And then, recovering some shadow of his
+self-command, &lsquo;Chronic, madam,&rsquo; said he: &lsquo;a
+long course of the dumb ague.&nbsp; But since you are so
+compassionate&mdash;an errand that I lack the strength to carry
+out,&rsquo; he gasped&mdash;&lsquo;this bag to Portman
+Square.&nbsp; Oh, compassionate woman, as you hope to be saved,
+as you are a mother, in the name of your babes that wait to
+welcome you at home, oh, take this bag to Portman Square!&nbsp; I
+have a mother, too,&rsquo; he added, with a broken voice.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Number 19, Portman Square.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I suppose he had expressed himself with too much energy of
+voice; for the woman was plainly taken with a certain fear of
+him.&nbsp; &lsquo;Poor gentleman!&rsquo; said she.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;If I were you, I would go home.&rsquo;&nbsp; And she left
+him standing there in his distress.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Home!&rsquo; thought M&rsquo;Guire, &lsquo;what a
+derision!&rsquo;&nbsp; What home was there for him, the victim of
+philanthropy?&nbsp; He thought of his old mother, of his happy
+youth; of the hideous, rending pang of the explosion; of the
+possibility that he might not be killed, that he might be cruelly
+mangled, crippled for life, condemned to lifelong pains, blinded
+perhaps, and almost surely deafened.&nbsp; Ah, you spoke lightly
+of the dynamiter&rsquo;s peril; but even waiving death, have you
+realised what it is for a fine, brave young man of forty, to be
+smitten suddenly with deafness, cut off from all the music of
+life, and from the voice of friendship, and love?&nbsp; How
+little do we realise the sufferings of others!&nbsp; Even your
+brutal Government, in the heyday of its lust for cruelty, though
+it scruples not to hound the patriot with spies, to pack the
+corrupt jury, to bribe the hangman, and to erect the infamous
+gallows, would hesitate to inflict so horrible a doom: not, I am
+well aware, from virtue, not from philanthropy, but with the fear
+before it of the withering scorn of the good.</p>
+<p>But I wander from M&rsquo;Guire.&nbsp; From this dread glance
+into the past and future, his thoughts returned at a bound upon
+the present.&nbsp; How had he wandered there? and how
+long&mdash;oh, heavens! how long had he been about it?&nbsp; He
+pulled out his watch; and found that but three minutes had
+elapsed.&nbsp; It seemed too bright a thing to be believed.&nbsp;
+He glanced at the church clock; and sure enough, it marked an
+hour four minutes faster than the watch.</p>
+<p>Of all that he endured, M&rsquo;Guire declares that pang was
+the most desolate.&nbsp; Till then, he had had one friend, one
+counsellor, in whom he plenarily trusted; by whose advertisement,
+he numbered the minutes that remained to him of life; on whose
+sure testimony, he could tell when the time was come to risk the
+last adventure, to cast the bag away from him, and take to
+flight.&nbsp; And now in what was he to place reliance?&nbsp; His
+watch was slow; it might be losing time; if so, in what
+degree?&nbsp; What limit could he set to its derangement? and how
+much was it possible for a watch to lose in thirty minutes?&nbsp;
+Five? ten? fifteen?&nbsp; It might be so; already, it seemed
+years since he had left St. James&rsquo;s Hall on this so
+promising enterprise; at any moment, then, the blow was to be
+looked for.</p>
+<p>In the face of this new distress, the wild disorder of his
+pulses settled down; and a broken weariness succeeded, as though
+he had lived for centuries and for centuries been dead.&nbsp; The
+buildings and the people in the street became incredibly small,
+and far-away, and bright; London sounded in his ears stilly, like
+a whisper; and the rattle of the cab that nearly charged him
+down, was like a sound from Africa.&nbsp; Meanwhile, he was
+conscious of a strange abstraction from himself; and heard and
+felt his footfalls on the ground, as those of a very old, small,
+debile and tragically fortuned man, whom he sincerely pitied.</p>
+<p>As he was thus moving forward past the National Gallery, in a
+medium, it seemed, of greater rarity and quiet than ordinary air,
+there slipped into his mind the recollection of a certain entry
+in Whitcomb Street hard by, where he might perhaps lay down his
+tragic cargo unremarked.&nbsp; Thither, then, he bent his steps,
+seeming, as he went, to float above the pavement; and there, in
+the mouth of the entry, he found a man in a sleeved waistcoat,
+gravely chewing a straw.&nbsp; He passed him by, and twice
+patrolled the entry, scouting for the barest chance; but the man
+had faced about and continued to observe him curiously.</p>
+<p>Another hope was gone.&nbsp; M&rsquo;Guire reissued from the
+entry, still followed by the wondering eyes of the man in the
+sleeved waistcoat.&nbsp; He once more consulted his watch: there
+were but fourteen minutes left to him.&nbsp; At that, it seemed
+as if a sudden, genial heat were spread about his brain; for a
+second or two, he saw the world as red as blood; and thereafter
+entered into a complete possession of himself, with an incredible
+cheerfulness of spirits, prompting him to sing and chuckle as he
+walked.&nbsp; And yet this mirth seemed to belong to things
+external; and within, like a black and leaden-heavy kernel, he
+was conscious of the weight upon his soul.</p>
+<blockquote><p>I care for nobody, no, not I,<br />
+And nobody cares for me,</p>
+</blockquote>
+<p>he sang, and laughed at the appropriate burthen, so that the
+passengers stared upon him on the street.&nbsp; And still the
+warmth seemed to increase and to become more genial.&nbsp; What
+was life? he considered, and what he, M&rsquo;Guire?&nbsp; What
+even Erin, our green Erin?&nbsp; All seemed so incalculably
+little that he smiled as he looked down upon it.&nbsp; He would
+have given years, had he possessed them, for a glass of spirits;
+but time failed, and he must deny himself this last
+indulgence.</p>
+<p>At the corner of the Haymarket, he very jauntily hailed a
+hansom cab; jumped in; bade the fellow drive him to a part of the
+Embankment, which he named; and as soon as the vehicle was in
+motion, concealed the bag as completely as he could under the
+vantage of the apron, and once more drew out his watch.&nbsp; So
+he rode for five interminable minutes, his heart in his mouth at
+every jolt, scarce able to possess his terrors, yet fearing to
+wake the attention of the driver by too obvious a change of plan,
+and willing, if possible, to leave him time to forget the
+Gladstone bag.</p>
+<p>At length, at the head of some stairs on the Embankment, he
+hailed; the cab was stopped; and he alighted&mdash;with how glad
+a heart!&nbsp; He thrust his hand into his pocket.&nbsp; All was
+now over; he had saved his life; nor that alone, but he had
+engineered a striking act of dynamite; for what could be more
+pictorial, what more effective, than the explosion of a hansom
+cab, as it sped rapidly along the streets of London.&nbsp; He
+felt in one pocket; then in another.&nbsp; The most crushing
+seizure of despair descended on his soul; and struck into abject
+dumbness, he stared upon the driver.&nbsp; He had not one
+penny.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Hillo,&rsquo; said the driver, &lsquo;don&rsquo;t seem
+well.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Lost my money,&rsquo; said M&rsquo;Guire, in tones so
+faint and strange that they surprised his hearing.</p>
+<p>The man looked through the trap.&nbsp; &lsquo;I dessay,&rsquo;
+said he: &lsquo;you&rsquo;ve left your bag.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>M&rsquo;Guire half unconsciously fetched it out; and looking
+on that black continent at arm&rsquo;s length, withered inwardly
+and felt his features sharpen as with mortal sickness.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This is not mine,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;Your
+last fare must have left it.&nbsp; You had better take it to the
+station.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Now look here,&rsquo; returned the cabman: &lsquo;are
+you off your chump? or am I?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well, then, I&rsquo;ll tell you what,&rsquo; exclaimed
+M&rsquo;Guire; &lsquo;you take it for your fare!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh, I dessay,&rsquo; replied the driver.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Anything else?&nbsp; What&rsquo;s <i>in</i> your
+bag?&nbsp; Open it, and let me see.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No, no,&rsquo; returned M&rsquo;Guire.&nbsp; &lsquo;Oh
+no, not that.&nbsp; It&rsquo;s a surprise; it&rsquo;s prepared
+expressly: a surprise for honest cabmen.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No, you don&rsquo;t,&rsquo; said the man, alighting
+from his perch, and coming very close to the unhappy
+patriot.&nbsp; &lsquo;You&rsquo;re either going to pay my fare,
+or get in again and drive to the office.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>It was at this supreme hour of his distress, that
+M&rsquo;Guire spied the stout figure of one Godall, a tobacconist
+of Rupert Street, drawing near along the Embankment.&nbsp; The
+man was not unknown to him; he had bought of his wares, and heard
+him quoted for the soul of liberality; and such was now the
+nearness of his peril, that even at such a straw of hope, he
+clutched with gratitude.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Thank God!&rsquo; he cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;Here comes a
+friend of mine.&nbsp; I&rsquo;ll borrow.&rsquo;&nbsp; And he
+dashed to meet the tradesman.&nbsp; &lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; said he,
+&lsquo;Mr. Godall, I have dealt with you&mdash;you doubtless know
+my face&mdash;calamities for which I cannot blame myself have
+overwhelmed me.&nbsp; Oh, sir, for the love of innocence, for the
+sake of the bonds of humanity, and as you hope for mercy at the
+throne of grace, lend me two-and-six!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I do not recognise your face,&rsquo; replied Mr.
+Godall; &lsquo;but I remember the cut of your beard, which I have
+the misfortune to dislike.&nbsp; Here, sir, is a sovereign; which
+I very willingly advance to you, on the single condition that you
+shave your chin.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>M&rsquo;Guire grasped the coin without a word; cast it to the
+cabman, calling out to him to keep the change; bounded down the
+steps, flung the bag far forth into the river, and fell headlong
+after it.&nbsp; He was plucked from a watery grave, it is
+believed, by the hands of Mr. Godall.&nbsp; Even as he was being
+hoisted dripping to the shore, a dull and choked explosion shook
+the solid masonry of the Embankment, and far out in the river a
+momentary fountain rose and disappeared.</p>
+<h2><!-- page 195--><a name="page195"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 195</span><i>THE SUPERFLUOUS MANSION</i><br />
+(<i>Continued</i>)</h2>
+<p>Somerset in vain strove to attach a meaning to these
+words.&nbsp; He had, in the meanwhile, applied himself
+assiduously to the flagon; the plotter began to melt in twain,
+and seemed to expand and hover on his seat; and with a vague
+sense of nightmare, the young man rose unsteadily to his feet,
+and, refusing the proffer of a third grog, insisted that the hour
+was late and he must positively get to bed.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Dear me,&rsquo; observed Zero, &lsquo;I find you very
+temperate.&nbsp; But I will not be oppressive.&nbsp; Suffice it
+that we are now fast friends; and, my dear landlord, <i>au
+revoir</i>!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>So saying the plotter once more shook hands; and with the
+politest ceremonies, and some necessary guidance, conducted the
+bewildered young gentleman to the top of the stair.</p>
+<p>Precisely, how he got to bed, was a point on which Somerset
+remained in utter darkness; but the next morning when, at a blow,
+he started broad awake, there fell upon his mind a perfect
+hurricane of horror and wonder.&nbsp; That he should have
+suffered himself to be led into the semblance of intimacy with
+such a man as his abominable lodger, appeared, in the cold light
+of day, a mystery of human weakness.&nbsp; True, he was caught in
+a situation that might have tested the aplomb of
+Talleyrand.&nbsp; That was perhaps a palliation; but it was no
+excuse.&nbsp; For so wholesale a capitulation of principle, for
+such a fall into criminal familiarity, no excuse indeed was
+possible; nor any remedy, but to withdraw at once from the
+relation.</p>
+<p>As soon as he was dressed, he hurried upstairs, determined on
+a rupture.&nbsp; Zero hailed him with the warmth of an old
+friend.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Come in,&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;dear Mr.
+Somerset!&nbsp; Come in, sit down, and, without ceremony, join me
+at my morning meal.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; said Somerset, &lsquo;you must permit me
+first to disengage my honour.&nbsp; Last night, I was surprised
+into a certain appearance of complicity; but once for all, let me
+inform you that I regard you and your machinations \with
+unmingled horror and disgust, and I will leave no stone unturned
+to crush your vile conspiracy.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My dear fellow,&rsquo; replied Zero, with an air of
+some complacency, &lsquo;I am well accustomed to these human
+weaknesses.&nbsp; Disgust?&nbsp; I have felt it myself; it
+speedily wears off.&nbsp; I think none the worse, I think the
+more of you, for this engaging frankness.&nbsp; And in the
+meanwhile, what are you to do?&nbsp; You find yourself, if I
+interpret rightly, in very much the same situation as Charles the
+Second (possibly the least degraded of your British sovereigns)
+when he was taken into the confidence of the thief.&nbsp; To
+denounce me, is out of the question; and what else can you
+attempt?&nbsp; No, dear Mr. Somerset, your hands are tied; and
+you find yourself condemned, under pain of behaving like a cad,
+to be that same charming and intellectual companion who delighted
+me last night.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;At least,&rsquo; cried Somerset, &lsquo;I can, and do,
+order you to leave this house.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah!&rsquo; cried the plotter, &lsquo;but there I fail
+to follow you.&nbsp; You may, if you please, enact the part of
+Judas; but if, as I suppose, you recoil from that extremity of
+meanness, I am, on my side, far too intelligent to leave these
+lodgings, in which I please myself exceedingly, and from which
+you lack the power to drive me.&nbsp; No, no, dear sir; here I
+am, and here I propose to stay.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I repeat,&rsquo; cried Somerset, beside himself with a
+sense of his own weakness, &lsquo;I repeat that I give you
+warning.&nbsp; I am the master of this house; and I emphatically
+give you warning.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;A week&rsquo;s warning?&rsquo; said the imperturbable
+conspirator.&nbsp; &lsquo;Very well: we will talk of it a week
+from now.&nbsp; That is arranged; and in the meanwhile, I observe
+my breakfast growing cold.&nbsp; Do, dear Mr. Somerset, since you
+find yourself condemned, for a week at least, to the society of a
+very interesting character, display some of that open favour,
+some of that interest in life&rsquo;s obscurer sides, which stamp
+the character of the true artist.&nbsp; Hang me, if you will,
+to-morrow; but to-day show yourself divested of the scruples of
+the burgess, and sit down pleasantly to share my meal.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Man!&rsquo; cried Somerset, &lsquo;do you understand my
+sentiments?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Certainly,&rsquo; replied Zero; &lsquo;and I respect
+them!&nbsp; Would you be outdone in such a contest? will you
+alone be partial? and in this nineteenth century, cannot two
+gentlemen of education agree to differ on a point of
+politics?&nbsp; Come, sir: all your hard words have left me
+smiling; judge then, which of us is the philosopher!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset was a young man of a very tolerant disposition and by
+nature easily amenable to sophistry.&nbsp; He threw up his hands
+with a gesture of despair, and took the seat to which the
+conspirator invited him.&nbsp; The meal was excellent; the host
+not only affable, but primed with curious information.&nbsp; He
+seemed, indeed, like one who had too long endured the torture of
+silence, to exult in the most wholesale disclosures.&nbsp; The
+interest of what he had to tell was great; his character,
+besides, developed step by step; and Somerset, as the time fled,
+not only outgrew some of the discomfort of his false position,
+but began to regard the conspirator with a familiarity that
+verged upon contempt.&nbsp; In any circumstances, he had a
+singular inability to leave the society in which he found
+himself; company, even if distasteful, held him captive like a
+limed sparrow; and on this occasion, he suffered hour to follow
+hour, was easily persuaded to sit down once more to table, and
+did not even attempt to withdraw till, on the approach of
+evening, Zero, with many apologies, dismissed his guest.&nbsp;
+His fellow-conspirators, the dynamiter handsomely explained, as
+they were unacquainted with the sterling qualities of the young
+man, would be alarmed at the sight of a strange face.</p>
+<p>As soon as he was alone, Somerset fell back upon the humour of
+the morning.&nbsp; He raged at the thought of his facility; he
+paced the dining-room, forming the sternest resolutions for the
+future; he wrung the hand which had been dishonoured by the touch
+of an assassin; and among all these whirling thoughts, there
+flashed in from time to time, and ever with a chill of fear, the
+thought of the confounded ingredients with which the house was
+stored.&nbsp; A powder magazine seemed a secure smoking-room
+alongside of the Superfluous Mansion.</p>
+<p>He sought refuge in flight, in locomotion, in the flowing
+bowl.&nbsp; As long as the bars were open, he travelled from one
+to another, seeking light, safety, and the companionship of human
+faces; when these resources failed him, he fell back on the
+belated baked-potato man; and at length, still pacing the
+streets, he was goaded to fraternise with the police.&nbsp; Alas,
+with what a sense of guilt he conversed with these guardians of
+the law; how gladly had he wept upon their ample bosoms; and how
+the secret fluttered to his lips and was still denied an
+exit!&nbsp; Fatigue began at last to triumph over remorse; and
+about the hour of the first milkman, he returned to the door of
+the mansion; looked at it with a horrid expectation, as though it
+should have burst that instant into flames; drew out his key, and
+when his foot already rested on the steps, once more lost heart
+and fled for repose to the grisly shelter of a coffee-shop.</p>
+<p>It was on the stroke of noon when he awoke.&nbsp; Dismally
+searching in his pockets, he found himself reduced to
+half-a-crown; and when he had paid the price of his distasteful
+couch, saw himself obliged to return to the Superfluous
+Mansion.&nbsp; He sneaked into the hall and stole on tiptoe to
+the cupboard where he kept his money.&nbsp; Yet half a minute, he
+told himself, and he would be free for days from his obseding
+lodger, and might decide at leisure on the course he should
+pursue.&nbsp; But fate had otherwise designed: there came a tap
+at the door and Zero entered.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Have I caught you?&rsquo; he cried, with innocent
+gaiety.&nbsp; &lsquo;Dear fellow, I was growing quite
+impatient.&rsquo;&nbsp; And on the speaker&rsquo;s somewhat
+stolid face, there came a glow of genuine affection.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I am so long unused to have a friend,&rsquo; he continued,
+&lsquo;that I begin to be afraid I may prove
+jealous.&rsquo;&nbsp; And he wrung the hand of his landlord.</p>
+<p>Somerset was, of all men, least fit to deal with such a
+greeting.&nbsp; To reject these kind advances was beyond his
+strength.&nbsp; That he could not return cordiality for
+cordiality, was already almost more than he could carry.&nbsp;
+That inequality between kind sentiments which, to generous
+characters, will always seem to be a sort of guilt, oppressed him
+to the ground; and he stammered vague and lying words.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That is all right,&rsquo; cried Zero&mdash;&lsquo;that
+is as it should be&mdash;say no more!&nbsp; I had a vague alarm;
+I feared you had deserted me; but I now own that fear to have
+been unworthy, and apologise.&nbsp; To doubt of your forgiveness
+were to repeat my sin.&nbsp; Come, then; dinner waits; join me
+again and tell me your adventures of the night.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Kindness still sealed the lips of Somerset; and he suffered
+himself once more to be set down to table with his innocent and
+criminal acquaintance.&nbsp; Once more, the plotter plunged up to
+the neck in damaging disclosures: now it would be the name and
+biography of an individual, now the address of some important
+centre, that rose, as if by accident, upon his lips; and each
+word was like another turn of the thumbscrew to his unhappy
+guest.&nbsp; Finally, the course of Zero&rsquo;s bland monologue
+led him to the young lady of two days ago: that young lady, who
+had flashed on Somerset for so brief a while but with so
+conquering a charm; and whose engaging grace, communicative eyes,
+and admirable conduct of the sweeping skirt, remained imprinted
+on his memory.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You saw her?&rsquo; said Zero.&nbsp; &lsquo;Beautiful,
+is she not?&nbsp; She, too, is one of ours: a true enthusiast:
+nervous, perhaps, in presence of the chemicals; but in matters of
+intrigue, the very soul of skill and daring.&nbsp; Lake,
+Fonblanque, de Marly, Valdevia, such are some of the names that
+she employs; her true name&mdash;but there, perhaps, I go too
+far.&nbsp; Suffice it, that it is to her I owe my present
+lodging, and, dear Somerset, the pleasure of your
+acquaintance.&nbsp; It appears she knew the house.&nbsp; You see
+dear fellow, I make no concealment: all that you can care to
+hear, I tell you openly.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;For God&rsquo;s sake,&rsquo; cried the wretched
+Somerset, &lsquo;hold your tongue!&nbsp; You cannot imagine how
+you torture me!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>A shade of serious discomposure crossed the open countenance
+of Zero.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;There are times,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;when I begin to
+fancy that you do not like me.&nbsp; Why, why, dear Somerset,
+this lack of cordiality?&nbsp; I am depressed; the touchstone of
+my life draws near; and if I fail&rsquo;&mdash;he gloomily
+nodded&mdash;&lsquo;from all the height of my ambitious schemes,
+I fall, dear boy, into contempt.&nbsp; These are grave thoughts,
+and you may judge my need of your delightful company.&nbsp;
+Innocent prattler, you relieve the weight of my concerns.&nbsp;
+And yet . . . and yet . . .&rsquo;&nbsp; The speaker pushed away
+his plate, and rose from table.&nbsp; &lsquo;Follow me,&rsquo;
+said he, &lsquo;follow me.&nbsp; My mood is on; I must have air,
+I must behold the plain of battle.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>So saying, he led the way hurriedly to the top flat of the
+mansion, and thence, by ladder and trap, to a certain leaded
+platform, sheltered at one end by a great stalk of chimneys and
+occupying the actual summit of the roof.&nbsp; On both sides, it
+bordered, without parapet or rail, on the incline of slates; and,
+northward above all, commanded an extensive view of housetops,
+and rising through the smoke, the distant spires of churches.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Here,&rsquo; cried Zero, &lsquo;you behold this field
+of city, rich, crowded, laughing with the spoil of continents;
+but soon, how soon, to be laid low!&nbsp; Some day, some night,
+from this coign of vantage, you shall perhaps be startled by the
+detonation of the judgment gun&mdash;not sharp and empty like the
+crack of cannon, but deep-mouthed and unctuously solemn.&nbsp;
+Instantly thereafter, you shall behold the flames break
+forth.&nbsp; Ay,&rsquo; he cried, stretching forth his hand,
+&lsquo;ay, that will be a day of retribution.&nbsp; Then shall
+the pallid constable flee side by side with the detected
+thief.&nbsp; Blaze!&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;blaze, derided
+city!&nbsp; Fall, flatulent monarchy, fall like Dagon!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>With these words his foot slipped upon the lead; and but for
+Somerset&rsquo;s quickness, he had been instantly precipitated
+into space.&nbsp; Pale as a sheet, and limp as a
+pocket-handkerchief, he was dragged from the edge of downfall by
+one arm; helped, or rather carried, down the ladder; and
+deposited in safety on the attic landing.&nbsp; Here he began to
+come to himself, wiped his brow, and at length, seizing
+Somerset&rsquo;s hand in both of his, began to utter his
+acknowledgments.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This seals it,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;Ours is a
+life and death connection.&nbsp; You have plucked me from the
+jaws of death; and if I were before attracted by your character,
+judge now of the ardour of my gratitude and love!&nbsp; But I
+perceive I am still greatly shaken.&nbsp; Lend me, I beseech you,
+lend me your arm as far as my apartment.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>A dram of spirits restored the plotter to something of his
+customary self-possession; and he was standing, glass in hand and
+genially convalescent, when his eye was attracted by the
+dejection of the unfortunate young man.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Good heavens, dear Somerset,&rsquo; he cried,
+&lsquo;what ails you?&nbsp; Let me offer you a touch of
+spirits.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>But Somerset had fallen below the reach of this material
+comfort.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Let me be,&rsquo; he said.&nbsp; &lsquo;I am lost; you
+have caught me in the toils.&nbsp; Up to this moment, I have
+lived all my life in the most reckless manner, and done exactly
+what I pleased, with the most perfect innocence.&nbsp; And
+now&mdash;what am I?&nbsp; Are you so blind and wooden that you
+do not see the loathing you inspire me with?&nbsp; Is it possible
+you can suppose me willing to continue to exist upon such
+terms?&nbsp; To think,&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;that a young man,
+guilty of no fault on earth but amiability, should find himself
+involved in such a damned imbroglio!&rsquo;&nbsp; And placing his
+knuckles in his eyes, Somerset rolled upon the sofa.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My God,&rsquo; said Zero, &lsquo;is this
+possible?&nbsp; And I so filled with tenderness and
+interest!&nbsp; Can it be, dear Somerset, that you are under the
+empire of these out-worn scruples? or that you judge a patriot by
+the morality of the religious tract?&nbsp; I thought you were a
+good agnostic.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Mr. Jones,&rsquo; said Somerset, &lsquo;it is in vain
+to argue.&nbsp; I boast myself a total disbeliever, not only in
+revealed religion, but in the data, method, and conclusions of
+the whole of ethics.&nbsp; Well! what matters it? what signifies
+a form of words?&nbsp; I regard you as a reptile, whom I would
+rejoice, whom I long, to stamp under my heel.&nbsp; You would
+blow up others?&nbsp; Well then, understand: I want, with every
+circumstance of infamy and agony, to blow up you!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Somerset, Somerset!&rsquo; said Zero, turning very
+pale, &lsquo;this is wrong; this is very wrong.&nbsp; You pain,
+you wound me, Somerset.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Give me a match!&rsquo; cried Somerset wildly.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Let me set fire to this incomparable monster!&nbsp; Let me
+perish with him in his fall!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;For God&rsquo;s sake,&rsquo; cried Zero, clutching hold
+of the young man, &lsquo;for God&rsquo;s sake command
+yourself!&nbsp; We stand upon the brink; death yawns around us; a
+man&mdash;a stranger in this foreign land&mdash;one whom you have
+called your friend&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Silence!&rsquo; cried Somerset, &lsquo;you are no
+friend, no friend of mine.&nbsp; I look on you with loathing,
+like a toad: my flesh creeps with physical repulsion; my soul
+revolts against the sight of you.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Zero burst into tears.&nbsp; &lsquo;Alas!&rsquo; he sobbed,
+&lsquo;this snaps the last link that bound me to humanity.&nbsp;
+My friend disowns&mdash;he insults me.&nbsp; I am indeed
+accurst.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset stood for an instant staggered by this sudden change
+of front.&nbsp; The next moment, with a despairing gesture, he
+fled from the room and from the house.&nbsp; The first dash of
+his escape carried him hard upon half-way to the next
+police-office: but presently began to droop; and before he
+reached the house of lawful intervention, he fell once more among
+doubtful counsels.&nbsp; Was he an agnostic? had he a right to
+act?&nbsp; Away with such nonsense, and let Zero perish! ran his
+thoughts.&nbsp; And then again: had he not promised, had he not
+shaken hands and broken bread? and that with open eyes? and if so
+how could he take action, and not forfeit honour?&nbsp; But
+honour? what was honour?&nbsp; A figment, which, in the hot
+pursuit of crime, he ought to dash aside.&nbsp; Ay, but
+crime?&nbsp; A figment, too, which his enfranchised intellect
+discarded.&nbsp; All day, he wandered in the parks, a prey to
+whirling thoughts; all night, patrolled the city; and at the peep
+of day he sat down by the wayside in the neighbourhood of Peckham
+and bitterly wept.&nbsp; His gods had fallen.&nbsp; He who had
+chosen the broad, daylit, unencumbered paths of universal
+scepticism, found himself still the bondslave of honour.&nbsp; He
+who had accepted life from a point of view as lofty as the
+predatory eagle&rsquo;s, though with no design to prey; he who
+had clearly recognised the common moral basis of war, of
+commercial competition, and of crime; he who was prepared to help
+the escaping murderer or to embrace the impenitent thief, found,
+to the overthrow of all his logic, that he objected to the use of
+dynamite.&nbsp; The dawn crept among the sleeping villas and over
+the smokeless fields of city; and still the unfortunate sceptic
+sobbed over his fall from consistency.</p>
+<p>At length, he rose and took the rising sun to witness.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;There is no question as to fact,&rsquo; he cried;
+&lsquo;right and wrong are but figments and the shadow of a word;
+but for all that, there are certain things that I cannot do, and
+there are certain others that I will not stand.&rsquo;&nbsp;
+Thereupon he decided to return to make one last effort of
+persuasion, and, if he could not prevail on Zero to desist from
+his infernal trade, throw delicacy to the winds, give the plotter
+an hour&rsquo;s start, and denounce him to the police.&nbsp; Fast
+as he went, being winged by this resolution, it was already well
+on in the morning when he came in sight of the Superfluous
+Mansion.&nbsp; Tripping down the steps, was the young lady of the
+various aliases; and he was surprised to see upon her countenance
+the marks of anger and concern.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; he began, yielding to impulse and with no
+clear knowledge of what he was to add.</p>
+<p>But at the sound of his voice she seemed to experience a shock
+of fear or horror; started back; lowered her veil with a sudden
+movement; and fled, without turning, from the square.</p>
+<p>Here then, we step aside a moment from following the fortunes
+of Somerset, and proceed to relate the strange and romantic
+episode of <span class="smcap">The Brown Box</span>.</p>
+<h2><!-- page 209--><a name="page209"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 209</span>DESBOROUGH&rsquo;S ADVENTURE</h2>
+<h3><i>THE BROWN BOX</i></h3>
+<p>Mr. Harry Desborough lodged in the fine and grave old quarter
+of Bloomsbury, roared about on every side by the high tides of
+London, but itself rejoicing in romantic silences and city
+peace.&nbsp; It was in Queen Square that he had pitched his tent,
+next door to the Children&rsquo;s Hospital, on your left hand as
+you go north: Queen Square, sacred to humane and liberal arts,
+whence homes were made beautiful, where the poor were taught,
+where the sparrows were plentiful and loud, and where groups of
+patient little ones would hover all day long before the hospital,
+if by chance they might kiss their hand or speak a word to their
+sick brother at the window.&nbsp; Desborough&rsquo;s room was on
+the first floor and fronted to the square; but he enjoyed
+besides, a right by which he often profited, to sit and smoke
+upon a terrace at the back, which looked down upon a fine forest
+of back gardens, and was in turn commanded by the windows of an
+empty room.</p>
+<p>On the afternoon of a warm day, Desborough sauntered forth
+upon this terrace, somewhat out of hope and heart, for he had
+been now some weeks on the vain quest of situations, and prepared
+for melancholy and tobacco.&nbsp; Here, at least, he told himself
+that he would be alone; for, like most youths, who are neither
+rich, nor witty, nor successful, he rather shunned than courted
+the society of other men.&nbsp; Even as he expressed the thought,
+his eye alighted on the window of the room that looked upon the
+terrace; and to his surprise and annoyance, he beheld it
+curtained with a silken hanging.&nbsp; It was like his luck, he
+thought; his privacy was gone, he could no longer brood and sigh
+unwatched, he could no longer suffer his discouragement to find a
+vent in words or soothe himself with sentimental whistling; and
+in the irritation of the moment, he struck his pipe upon the rail
+with unnecessary force.&nbsp; It was an old, sweet, seasoned
+briar-root, glossy and dark with long employment, and justly dear
+to his fancy.&nbsp; What, then, was his chagrin, when the head
+snapped from the stem, leaped airily in space, and fell and
+disappeared among the lilacs of the garden?</p>
+<p>He threw himself savagely into the garden chair, pulled out
+the story-paper which he had brought with him to read, tore off a
+fragment of the last sheet, which contains only the answers to
+correspondents, and set himself to roll a cigarette.&nbsp; He was
+no master of the art; again and again, the paper broke between
+his fingers and the tobacco showered upon the ground; and he was
+already on the point of angry resignation, when the window swung
+slowly inward, the silken curtain was thrust aside, and a lady,
+somewhat strangely attired, stepped forth upon the terrace.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Se&ntilde;orito,&rsquo; said she, and there was a rich
+thrill in her voice, like an organ note, &lsquo;Se&ntilde;orito,
+you are in difficulties.&nbsp; Suffer me to come to your
+assistance.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>With the words, she took the paper and tobacco from his
+unresisting hands; and with a facility that, in
+Desborough&rsquo;s eyes, seemed magical, rolled and presented him
+a cigarette.&nbsp; He took it, still seated, still without a
+word; staring with all his eyes upon that apparition.&nbsp; Her
+face was warm and rich in colour; in shape, it was that piquant
+triangle, so innocently sly, so saucily attractive, so rare in
+our more northern climates; her eyes were large, starry, and
+visited by changing lights; her hair was partly covered by a lace
+mantilla, through which her arms, bare to the shoulder, gleamed
+white; her figure, full and soft in all the womanly contours, was
+yet alive and active, light with excess of life, and slender by
+grace of some divine proportion.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You do not like my cigarrito, Se&ntilde;or?&rsquo; she
+asked.&nbsp; &lsquo;Yet it is better made than
+yours.&rsquo;&nbsp; At that she laughed, and her laughter trilled
+in his ear like music; but the next moment her face fell.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I see,&rsquo; she cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;It is my manner that
+repels you.&nbsp; I am too constrained, too cold.&nbsp; I am
+not,&rsquo; she added, with a more engaging air, &lsquo;I am not
+the simple English maiden I appear.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh!&rsquo; murmured Harry, filled with inexpressible
+thoughts.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;In my own dear land,&rsquo; she pursued, &lsquo;things
+are differently ordered.&nbsp; There, I must own, a girl is bound
+by many and rigorous restrictions; little is permitted her; she
+learns to be distant, she learns to appear forbidding.&nbsp; But
+here, in free England&mdash;oh, glorious liberty!&rsquo; she
+cried, and threw up her arms with a gesture of inimitable
+grace&mdash;&lsquo;here there are no fetters; here the woman may
+dare to be herself entirely, and the men, the chivalrous
+men&mdash;is it not written on the very shield of your nation,
+<i>honi soit</i>?&nbsp; Ah, it is hard for me to learn, hard for
+me to dare to be myself.&nbsp; You must not judge me yet awhile;
+I shall end by conquering this stiffness, I shall end by growing
+English.&nbsp; Do I speak the language well?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Perfectly&mdash;oh, perfectly!&rsquo; said Harry, with
+a fervency of conviction worthy of a graver subject.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah, then,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;I shall soon learn;
+English blood ran in my father&rsquo;s veins; and I have had the
+advantage of some training in your expressive tongue.&nbsp; If I
+speak already without accent, with my thorough English
+appearance, there is nothing left to change except my
+manners.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh no,&rsquo; said Desborough.&nbsp; &lsquo;Oh pray
+not!&nbsp; I&mdash;madam&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am,&rsquo; interrupted the lady, &lsquo;the
+Se&ntilde;orita Teresa Valdevia.&nbsp; The evening air grows
+chill.&nbsp; Adios, Se&ntilde;orito.&rsquo;&nbsp; And before
+Harry could stammer out a word, she had disappeared into her
+room.</p>
+<p>He stood transfixed, the cigarette still unlighted in his
+hand.&nbsp; His thoughts had soared above tobacco, and still
+recalled and beautified the image of his new acquaintance.&nbsp;
+Her voice re-echoed in his memory; her eyes, of which he could
+not tell the colour, haunted his soul.&nbsp; The clouds had risen
+at her coming, and he beheld a new-created world.&nbsp; What she
+was, he could not fancy, but he adored her.&nbsp; Her age, he
+durst not estimate; fearing to find her older than himself, and
+thinking sacrilege to couple that fair favour with the thought of
+mortal changes.&nbsp; As for her character, beauty to the young
+is always good.&nbsp; So the poor lad lingered late upon the
+terrace, stealing timid glances at the curtained window, sighing
+to the gold laburnums, rapt into the country of romance; and when
+at length he entered and sat down to dine, on cold boiled mutton
+and a pint of ale, he feasted on the food of gods.</p>
+<p>Next day when he returned to the terrace, the window was a
+little ajar, and he enjoyed a view of the lady&rsquo;s shoulder,
+as she sat patiently sewing and all unconscious of his
+presence.&nbsp; On the next, he had scarce appeared when the
+window opened, and the Se&ntilde;orita tripped forth into the
+sunlight, in a morning disorder, delicately neat, and yet somehow
+foreign, tropical, and strange.&nbsp; In one hand she held a
+packet.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Will you try,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;some of my
+father&rsquo;s tobacco&mdash;from dear Cuba?&nbsp; There, as I
+suppose you know, all smoke, ladies as well as gentlemen.&nbsp;
+So you need not fear to annoy me.&nbsp; The fragrance will remind
+me of home.&nbsp; My home, Se&ntilde;or, was by the
+sea.&rsquo;&nbsp; And as she uttered these few words, Desborough,
+for the first time in his life, realised the poetry of the great
+deep.&nbsp; &lsquo;Awake or asleep, I dream of it: dear home,
+dear Cuba!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;But some day,&rsquo; said Desborough, with an inward
+pang, &lsquo;some day you will return?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Never!&rsquo; she cried; &lsquo;ah, never, in
+Heaven&rsquo;s name!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Are you then resident for life in England?&rsquo; he
+inquired, with a strange lightening of spirit.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You ask too much, for you ask more than I know,&rsquo;
+she answered sadly; and then, resuming her gaiety of manner:
+&lsquo;But you have not tried my Cuban tobacco,&rsquo; she
+said.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Se&ntilde;orita,&rsquo; said he, shyly abashed by some
+shadow of coquetry in her manner, &lsquo;whatever comes to
+me&mdash;you&mdash;I mean,&rsquo; he concluded, deeply flushing,
+&lsquo;that I have no doubt the tobacco is delightful.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah, Se&ntilde;or,&rsquo; she said, with almost mournful
+gravity, &lsquo;you seemed so simple and good, and already you
+are trying to pay compliments&mdash;and besides,&rsquo; she
+added, brightening, with a quick upward glance, into a smile,
+&lsquo;you do it so badly!&nbsp; English gentlemen, I used to
+hear, could be fast friends, respectful, honest friends; could be
+companions, comforters, if the need arose, or champions, and yet
+never encroach.&nbsp; Do not seek to please me by copying the
+graces of my countrymen.&nbsp; Be yourself: the frank, kindly,
+honest English gentleman that I have heard of since my childhood
+and still longed to meet.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Harry, much bewildered, and far from clear as to the manners
+of the Cuban gentlemen, strenuously disclaimed the thought of
+plagiarism.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your national seriousness of bearing best becomes you,
+Se&ntilde;or,&rsquo; said the lady.&nbsp; &lsquo;See!&rsquo;
+marking a line with her dainty, slippered foot, &lsquo;thus far
+it shall be common ground; there, at my window-sill, begins the
+scientific frontier.&nbsp; If you choose, you may drive me to my
+forts; but if, on the other hand, we are to be real English
+friends, I may join you here when I am not too sad; or, when I am
+yet more graciously inclined, you may draw your chair beside the
+window and teach me English customs, while I work.&nbsp; You will
+find me an apt scholar, for my heart is in the task.&rsquo;&nbsp;
+She laid her hand lightly upon Harry&rsquo;s arm, and looked into
+his eyes.&nbsp; &lsquo;Do you know,&rsquo; said she, &lsquo;I am
+emboldened to believe that I have already caught something of
+your English aplomb?&nbsp; Do you not perceive a change,
+Se&ntilde;or?&nbsp; Slight, perhaps, but still a change?&nbsp; Is
+my deportment not more open, more free, more like that of the
+dear &ldquo;British Miss&rdquo; than when you saw me
+first?&rsquo;&nbsp; She gave a radiant smile; withdrew her hand
+from Harry&rsquo;s arm; and before the young man could formulate
+in words the eloquent emotions that ran riot through his
+brain&mdash;with an &lsquo;Adios, Se&ntilde;or: good-night, my
+English friend,&rsquo; she vanished from his sight behind the
+curtain.</p>
+<p>The next day Harry consumed an ounce of tobacco in vain upon
+the neutral terrace; neither sight nor sound rewarded him, and
+the dinner-hour summoned him at length from the scene of
+disappointment.&nbsp; On the next it rained; but nothing, neither
+business nor weather, neither prospective poverty nor present
+hardship, could now divert the young man from the service of his
+lady; and wrapt in a long ulster, with the collar raised, he took
+his stand against the balustrade, awaiting fortune, the picture
+of damp and discomfort to the eye, but glowing inwardly with
+tender and delightful ardours.&nbsp; Presently the window opened,
+and the fair Cuban, with a smile imperfectly dissembled, appeared
+upon the sill.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Come here,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;here, beside my
+window.&nbsp; The small verandah gives a belt of
+shelter.&rsquo;&nbsp; And she graciously handed him a
+folding-chair.</p>
+<p>As he sat down, visibly aglow with shyness and delight, a
+certain bulkiness in his pocket reminded him that he was not come
+empty-handed.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I have taken the liberty,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;of
+bringing you a little book.&nbsp; I thought of you, when I
+observed it on the stall, because I saw it was in Spanish.&nbsp;
+The man assured me it was by one of the best authors, and quite
+proper.&rsquo;&nbsp; As he spoke, he placed the little volume in
+her hand.&nbsp; Her eyes fell as she turned the pages, and a
+flush rose and died again upon her cheeks, as deep as it was
+fleeting.&nbsp; &lsquo;You are angry,&rsquo; he cried in
+agony.&nbsp; &lsquo;I have presumed.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No, Se&ntilde;or, it is not that,&rsquo; returned the
+lady.&nbsp; &lsquo;I&mdash;&rsquo; and a flood of colour once
+more mounted to her brow&mdash;&lsquo;I am confused and ashamed
+because I have deceived you.&nbsp; Spanish,&rsquo; she began, and
+paused&mdash;&lsquo;Spanish is, of course, my native
+tongue,&rsquo; she resumed, as though suddenly taking courage;
+&lsquo;and this should certainly put the highest value on your
+thoughtful present; but alas, sir, of what use is it to me?&nbsp;
+And how shall I confess to you the truth&mdash;the humiliating
+truth&mdash;that I cannot read?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>As Harry&rsquo;s eyes met hers in undisguised amazement, the
+fair Cuban seemed to shrink before his gaze.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Read?&rsquo; repeated Harry.&nbsp; &lsquo;You!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>She pushed the window still more widely open with a large and
+noble gesture.&nbsp; &lsquo;Enter, Se&ntilde;or,&rsquo; said
+she.&nbsp; &lsquo;The time has come to which I have long looked
+forward, not without alarm; when I must either fear to lose your
+friendship, or tell you without disguise the story of my
+life.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>It was with a sentiment bordering on devotion, that Harry
+passed the window.&nbsp; A semi-barbarous delight in form and
+colour had presided over the studied disorder of the room in
+which he found himself.&nbsp; It was filled with dainty stuffs,
+furs and rugs and scarves of brilliant hues, and set with elegant
+and curious trifles-fans on the mantelshelf, an antique lamp upon
+a bracket, and on the table a silver-mounted bowl of cocoa-nut
+about half full of unset jewels.&nbsp; The fair Cuban, herself a
+gem of colour and the fit masterpiece for that rich frame,
+motioned Harry to a seat, and sinking herself into another, thus
+began her history.</p>
+<h3><!-- page 219--><a name="page219"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 219</span><i>STORY OF THE FAIR CUBAN</i></h3>
+<p>I am not what I seem.&nbsp; My father drew his descent, on the
+one hand, from grandees of Spain, and on the other, through the
+maternal line, from the patriot Bruce.&nbsp; My mother, too, was
+the descendant of a line of kings; but, alas! these kings were
+African.&nbsp; She was fair as the day: fairer than I, for I
+inherited a darker strain of blood from the veins of my European
+father; her mind was noble, her manners queenly and accomplished;
+and seeing her more than the equal of her neighbours, and
+surrounded by the most considerate affection and respect, I grew
+up to adore her, and when the time came, received her last sigh
+upon my lips, still ignorant that she was a slave, and alas! my
+father&rsquo;s mistress.&nbsp; Her death, which befell me in my
+sixteenth year, was the first sorrow I had known: it left our
+home bereaved of its attractions, cast a shade of melancholy on
+my youth, and wrought in my father a tragic and durable
+change.&nbsp; Months went by; with the elasticity of my years, I
+regained some of the simple mirth that had before distinguished
+me; the plantation smiled with fresh crops; the negroes on the
+estate had already forgotten my mother and transferred their
+simple obedience to myself; but still the cloud only darkened on
+the brows of Se&ntilde;or Valdevia.&nbsp; His absences from home
+had been frequent even in the old days, for he did business in
+precious gems in the city of Havana; they now became almost
+continuous; and when he returned, it was but for the night and
+with the manner of a man crushed down by adverse fortune.</p>
+<p>The place where I was born and passed my days was an isle set
+in the Caribbean Sea, some half-hour&rsquo;s rowing from the
+coasts of Cuba.&nbsp; It was steep, rugged, and, except for my
+father&rsquo;s family and plantation, uninhabited and left to
+nature.&nbsp; The house, a low building surrounded by spacious
+verandahs, stood upon a rise of ground and looked across the sea
+to Cuba.&nbsp; The breezes blew about it gratefully, fanned us as
+we lay swinging in our silken hammocks, and tossed the boughs and
+flowers of the magnolia.&nbsp; Behind and to the left, the
+quarter of the negroes and the waving fields of the plantation
+covered an eighth part of the surface of the isle.&nbsp; On the
+right and closely bordering on the garden, lay a vast and deadly
+swamp, densely covered with wood, breathing fever, dotted with
+profound sloughs, and inhabited by poisonous oysters, man-eating
+crabs, snakes, alligators, and sickly fishes.&nbsp; Into the
+recesses of that jungle, none could penetrate but those of
+African descent; an invisible, unconquerable foe lay there in
+wait for the European; and the air was death.</p>
+<p>One morning (from which I must date the beginning of my
+ruinous misfortune) I left my room a little after day, for in
+that warm climate all are early risers, and found not a servant
+to attend upon my wants.&nbsp; I made the circuit of the house,
+still calling: and my surprise had almost changed into alarm,
+when coming at last into a large verandahed court, I found it
+thronged with negroes.&nbsp; Even then, even when I was amongst
+them, not one turned or paid the least regard to my
+arrival.&nbsp; They had eyes and ears for but one person: a
+woman, richly and tastefully attired; of elegant carriage, and a
+musical speech; not so much old in years, as worn and marred by
+self-indulgence: her face, which was still attractive, stamped
+with the most cruel passions, her eye burning with the greed of
+evil.&nbsp; It was not from her appearance, I believe, but from
+some emanation of her soul, that I recoiled in a kind of fainting
+terror; as we hear of plants that blight and snakes that
+fascinate, the woman shocked and daunted me.&nbsp; But I was of a
+brave nature; trod the weakness down; and forcing my way through
+the slaves, who fell back before me in embarrassment, as though
+in the presence of rival mistresses, I asked, in imperious tones:
+&lsquo;Who is this person?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>A slave girl, to whom I had been kind, whispered in my ear to
+have a care, for that was Madam Mendizabal; but the name was new
+to me.</p>
+<p>In the meanwhile the woman, applying a pair of glasses to her
+eyes, studied me with insolent particularity from head to
+foot.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Young woman,&rsquo; said she, at last, &lsquo;I have
+had a great experience in refractory servants, and take a pride
+in breaking them.&nbsp; You really tempt me; and if I had not
+other affairs, and these of more importance, on my hand, I should
+certainly buy you at your father&rsquo;s sale.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam&mdash;&rsquo; I began, but my voice failed
+me.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Is it possible that you do not know your
+position?&rsquo; she returned, with a hateful laugh.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;How comical!&nbsp; Positively, I must buy her.&nbsp;
+Accomplishments, I suppose?&rsquo; she added, turning to the
+servants.</p>
+<p>Several assured her that the young mistress had been brought
+up like any lady, for so it seemed in their inexperience.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;She would do very well for my place of business in
+Havana,&rsquo; said the Se&ntilde;ora Mendizabal, once more
+studying me through her glasses; &lsquo;and I should take a
+pleasure,&rsquo; she pursued, more directly addressing myself,
+&lsquo;in bringing you acquainted with a whip.&rsquo;&nbsp; And
+she smiled at me with a savoury lust of cruelty upon her
+face.</p>
+<p>At this, I found expression.&nbsp; Calling by name upon the
+servants, I bade them turn this woman from the house, fetch her
+to the boat, and set her back upon the mainland.&nbsp; But with
+one voice, they protested that they durst not obey, coming close
+about me, pleading and beseeching me to be more wise; and, when I
+insisted, rising higher in passion and speaking of this foul
+intruder in the terms she had deserved, they fell back from me as
+from one who had blasphemed.&nbsp; A superstitious reverence
+plainly encircled the stranger; I could read it in their changed
+demeanour, and in the paleness that prevailed upon the natural
+colour of their faces; and their fear perhaps reacted on
+myself.&nbsp; I looked again at Madam Mendizabal.&nbsp; She stood
+perfectly composed, watching my face through her glasses with a
+smile of scorn; and at the sight of her assured superiority to
+all my threats, a cry broke from my lips, a cry of rage, fear,
+and despair, and I fled from the verandah and the house.</p>
+<p>I ran I knew not where, but it was towards the beach.&nbsp; As
+I went, my head whirled; so strange, so sudden, were these events
+and insults.&nbsp; Who was she? what, in Heaven&rsquo;s name, the
+power she wielded over my obedient negroes?&nbsp; Why had she
+addressed me as a slave? why spoken of my father&rsquo;s
+sale?&nbsp; To all these tumultuary questions I could find no
+answer; and in the turmoil of my mind, nothing was plain except
+the hateful leering image of the woman.</p>
+<p>I was still running, mad with fear and anger, when I saw my
+father coming to meet me from the landing-place; and with a cry
+that I thought would have killed me, leaped into his arms and
+broke into a passion of sobs and tears upon his bosom.&nbsp; He
+made me sit down below a tall palmetto that grew not far off;
+comforted me, but with some abstraction in his voice; and as soon
+as I regained the least command upon my feelings, asked me, not
+without harshness, what this grief betokened.&nbsp; I was
+surprised by his tone into a still greater measure of composure;
+and in firm tones, though still interrupted by sobs, I told him
+there was a stranger in the island, at which I thought he started
+and turned pale; that the servants would not obey me; that the
+stranger&rsquo;s name was Madam Mendizabal, and, at that, he
+seemed to me both troubled and relieved; that she had insulted
+me, treated me as a slave (and here my father&rsquo;s brow began
+to darken), threatened to buy me at a sale, and questioned my own
+servants before my face; and that, at last, finding myself quite
+helpless and exposed to these intolerable liberties, I had fled
+from the house in terror, indignation, and amazement.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Teresa,&rsquo; said my father, with singular gravity of
+voice, &lsquo;I must make to-day a call upon your courage; much
+must be told you, there is much that you must do to help me; and
+my daughter must prove herself a woman by her spirit.&nbsp; As
+for this Mendizabal, what shall I say? or how am I to tell you
+what she is?&nbsp; Twenty years ago, she was the loveliest of
+slaves; to-day she is what you see her&mdash;prematurely old,
+disgraced by the practice of every vice and every nefarious
+industry, but free, rich, married, they say, to some reputable
+man, whom may Heaven assist! and exercising among her ancient
+mates, the slaves of Cuba, an influence as unbounded as its
+reason is mysterious.&nbsp; Horrible rites, it is supposed,
+cement her empire: the rites of Hoodoo.&nbsp; Be that as it may,
+I would have you dismiss the thought of this incomparable witch;
+it is not from her that danger threatens us; and into her hands,
+I make bold to promise, you shall never fall.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Father!&rsquo; I cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;Fall?&nbsp; Was
+there any truth, then, in her words?&nbsp; Am I&mdash;O father,
+tell me plain; I can bear anything but this suspense.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I will tell you,&rsquo; he replied, with merciful
+bluntness.&nbsp; &lsquo;Your mother was a slave; it was my
+design, so soon as I had saved a competence, to sail to the free
+land of Britain, where the law would suffer me to marry her: a
+design too long procrastinated; for death, at the last moment,
+intervened.&nbsp; You will now understand the heaviness with
+which your mother&rsquo;s memory hangs about my neck.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I cried out aloud, in pity for my parents; and in seeking to
+console the survivor, I forgot myself.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It matters not,&rsquo; resumed my father.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;What I have left undone can never be repaired, and I must
+bear the penalty of my remorse.&nbsp; But, Teresa, with so
+cutting a reminder of the evils of delay, I set myself at once to
+do what was still possible: to liberate yourself.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I began to break forth in thanks, but he checked me with a
+sombre roughness.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your mother&rsquo;s illness,&rsquo; he resumed,
+&lsquo;had engaged too great a portion of my time; my business in
+the city had lain too long at the mercy of ignorant underlings;
+my head, my taste, my unequalled knowledge of the more precious
+stones, that art by which I can distinguish, even on the darkest
+night, a sapphire from a ruby, and tell at a glance in what
+quarter of the earth a gem was disinterred&mdash;all these had
+been too long absent from the conduct of affairs.&nbsp; Teresa, I
+was insolvent.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What matters that?&rsquo; I cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;What
+matters poverty, if we be left together with our love and sacred
+memories?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You do not comprehend,&rsquo; he said gloomily.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Slave, as you are, young&mdash;alas! scarce more than
+child!&mdash;accomplished, beautiful with the most touching
+beauty, innocent as an angel&mdash;all these qualities that
+should disarm the very wolves and crocodiles, are, in the eyes of
+those to whom I stand indebted, commodities to buy and
+sell.&nbsp; You are a chattel; a marketable thing; and
+worth&mdash;heavens, that I should say such words!&mdash;worth
+money.&nbsp; Do you begin to see?&nbsp; If I were to give you
+freedom, I should defraud my creditors; the manumission would be
+certainly annulled; you would be still a slave, and I a
+criminal.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I caught his hand in mine, kissed it, and moaned in pity for
+myself, in sympathy for my father.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;How I have toiled,&rsquo; he continued, &lsquo;how I
+have dared and striven to repair my losses, Heaven has beheld and
+will remember.&nbsp; Its blessing was denied to my endeavours,
+or, as I please myself by thinking, but delayed to descend upon
+my daughter&rsquo;s head.&nbsp; At length, all hope was at an
+end; I was ruined beyond retrieve; a heavy debt fell due upon the
+morrow, which I could not meet; I should be declared a bankrupt,
+and my goods, my lands, my jewels that I so much loved, my slaves
+whom I have spoiled and rendered happy, and oh! tenfold worse,
+you, my beloved daughter, would be sold and pass into the hands
+of ignorant and greedy traffickers.&nbsp; Too long, I saw, had I
+accepted and profited by this great crime of slavery; but was my
+daughter, my innocent unsullied daughter, was <i>she</i> to pay
+the price?&nbsp; I cried out&mdash;no!&mdash;I took Heaven to
+witness my temptation; I caught up this bag and fled.&nbsp; Close
+upon my track are the pursuers; perhaps to-night, perhaps
+to-morrow, they will land upon this isle, sacred to the memory of
+the dear soul that bore you, to consign your father to an
+ignominious prison, and yourself to slavery and dishonour.&nbsp;
+We have not many hours before us.&nbsp; Off the north coast of
+our isle, by strange good fortune, an English yacht has for some
+days been hovering.&nbsp; It belongs to Sir George Greville, whom
+I slightly know, to whom ere now I have rendered unusual
+services, and who will not refuse to help in our escape.&nbsp; Or
+if he did, if his gratitude were in default, I have the power to
+force him.&nbsp; For what does it mean, my child&mdash;what means
+this Englishman, who hangs for years upon the shores of Cuba, and
+returns from every trip with new and valuable gems?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;He may have found a mine,&rsquo; I hazarded.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;So he declares,&rsquo; returned my father; &lsquo;but
+the strange gift I have received from nature, easily transpierced
+the fable.&nbsp; He brought me diamonds only, which I bought, at
+first, in innocence; at a second glance, I started; for of these
+stones, my child, some had first seen the day in Africa, some in
+Brazil; while others, from their peculiar water and rude
+workmanship, I divined to be the spoil of ancient temples.&nbsp;
+Thus put upon the scent, I made inquiries.&nbsp; Oh, he is
+cunning, but I was cunninger than he.&nbsp; He visited, I found,
+the shop of every jeweller in town; to one he came with rubies,
+to one with emeralds, to one with precious beryl; to all, with
+this same story of the mine.&nbsp; But in what mine, what rich
+epitome of the earth&rsquo;s surface, were there conjoined the
+rubies of Ispahan, the pearls of Coromandel, and the diamonds of
+Golconda?&nbsp; No, child, that man, for all his yacht and title,
+that man must fear and must obey me.&nbsp; To-night, then, as
+soon as it is dark, we must take our way through the swamp by the
+path which I shall presently show you; thence, across the
+highlands of the isle, a track is blazed, which shall conduct us
+to the haven on the north; and close by the yacht is
+riding.&nbsp; Should my pursuers come before the hour at which I
+look to see them, they will still arrive too late; a trusty man
+attends on the mainland; as soon as they appear, we shall behold,
+if it be dark, the redness of a fire, if it be day, a pillar of
+smoke, on the opposing headland; and thus warned, we shall have
+time to put the swamp between ourselves and danger.&nbsp;
+Meantime, I would conceal this bag; I would, before all things,
+be seen to arrive at the house with empty hands; a blabbing slave
+might else undo us.&nbsp; For see!&rsquo; he added; and holding
+up the bag, which he had already shown me, he poured into my lap
+a shower of unmounted jewels, brighter than flowers, of every
+size and colour, and catching, as they fell, upon a million
+dainty facets, the ardour of the sun.</p>
+<p>I could not restrain a cry of admiration.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Even in your ignorant eyes,&rsquo; pursued my father,
+&lsquo;they command respect.&nbsp; Yet what are they but pebbles,
+passive to the tool, cold as death?&nbsp; Ingrate!&rsquo; he
+cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;Each one of these&mdash;miracles of
+nature&rsquo;s patience, conceived out of the dust in centuries
+of microscopical activity, each one is, for you and me, a year of
+life, liberty, and mutual affection.&nbsp; How, then, should I
+cherish them! and why do I delay to place them beyond
+reach!&nbsp; Teresa, follow me.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He rose to his feet, and led me to the borders of the great
+jungle, where they overhung, in a wall of poisonous and dusky
+foliage, the declivity of the hill on which my father&rsquo;s
+house stood planted.&nbsp; For some while he skirted, with
+attentive eyes, the margin of the thicket.&nbsp; Then, seeming to
+recognise some mark, for his countenance became immediately
+lightened of a load of thought, he paused and addressed me.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Here,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;is the entrance of the secret
+path that I have mentioned, and here you shall await me.&nbsp; I
+but pass some hundreds of yards into the swamp to bury my poor
+treasure; as soon as that is safe, I will return.&rsquo;&nbsp; It
+was in vain that I sought to dissuade him, urging the dangers of
+the place; in vain that I begged to be allowed to follow,
+pleading the black blood that I now knew to circulate in my
+veins: to all my appeals he turned a deaf ear, and, bending back
+a portion of the screen of bushes, disappeared into the
+pestilential silence of the swamp.</p>
+<p>At the end of a full hour, the bushes were once more thrust
+aside; and my father stepped from out the thicket, and paused and
+almost staggered in the first shock of the blinding
+sunlight.&nbsp; His face was of a singular dusky red; and yet for
+all the heat of the tropical noon, he did not seem to sweat.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You are tired,&rsquo; I cried, springing to meet
+him.&nbsp; &lsquo;You are ill.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am tired,&rsquo; he replied; &lsquo;the air in that
+jungle stifles one; my eyes, besides, have grown accustomed to
+its gloom, and the strong sunshine pierces them like
+knives.&nbsp; A moment, Teresa, give me but a moment.&nbsp; All
+shall yet be well.&nbsp; I have buried the hoard under a cypress,
+immediately beyond the bayou, on the left-hand margin of the
+path; beautiful, bright things, they now lie whelmed in slime;
+you shall find them there, if needful.&nbsp; But come, let us to
+the house; it is time to eat against our journey of the night: to
+eat and then to sleep, my poor Teresa: then to
+sleep.&rsquo;&nbsp; And he looked upon me out of bloodshot eyes,
+shaking his head as if in pity.</p>
+<p>We went hurriedly, for he kept murmuring that he had been gone
+too long, and that the servants might suspect; passed through the
+airy stretch of the verandah; and came at length into the
+grateful twilight of the shuttered house.&nbsp; The meal was
+spread; the house servants, already informed by the boatmen of
+the master&rsquo;s return, were all back at their posts, and
+terrified, as I could see, to face me.&nbsp; My father still
+murmuring of haste with weary and feverish pertinacity, I hurried
+at once to take my place at table; but I had no sooner left his
+arm than he paused and thrust forth both his hands with a strange
+gesture of groping.&nbsp; &lsquo;How is this?&rsquo; he cried, in
+a sharp, unhuman voice.&nbsp; &lsquo;Am I blind?&rsquo;&nbsp; I
+ran to him and tried to lead him to the table; but he resisted
+and stood stiffly where he was, opening and shutting his jaws, as
+if in a painful effort after breath.&nbsp; Then suddenly he
+raised both hands to his temples, cried out, &lsquo;My head, my
+head!&rsquo; and reeled and fell against the wall.</p>
+<p>I knew too well what it must be.&nbsp; I turned and begged the
+servants to relieve him.&nbsp; But they, with one accord, denied
+the possibility of hope; the master had gone into the swamp, they
+said, the master must die; all help was idle.&nbsp; Why should I
+dwell upon his sufferings?&nbsp; I had him carried to a bed, and
+watched beside him.&nbsp; He lay still, and at times ground his
+teeth, and talked at times unintelligibly, only that one word of
+hurry, hurry, coming distinctly to my ears, and telling me that,
+even in the last struggle with the powers of death, his mind was
+still tortured by his daughter&rsquo;s peril.&nbsp; The sun had
+gone down, the darkness had fallen, when I perceived that I was
+alone on this unhappy earth.&nbsp; What thought had I of flight,
+of safety, of the impending dangers of my situation?&nbsp; Beside
+the body of my last friend, I had forgotten all except the
+natural pangs of my bereavement.</p>
+<p>The sun was some four hours above the eastern line, when I was
+recalled to a knowledge of the things of earth, by the entrance
+of the slave-girl to whom I have already referred.&nbsp; The poor
+soul was indeed devotedly attached to me; and it was with
+streaming tears that she broke to me the import of her
+coming.&nbsp; With the first light of dawn a boat had reached our
+landing-place, and set on shore upon our isle (till now so
+fortunate) a party of officers bearing a warrant to arrest my
+father&rsquo;s person, and a man of a gross body and low manners,
+who declared the island, the plantation, and all its human
+chattels, to be now his own.&nbsp; &lsquo;I think,&rsquo; said my
+slave-girl, &lsquo;he must be a politician or some very powerful
+sorcerer; for Madam Mendizabal had no sooner seen them coming,
+than she took to the woods.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Fool,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;it was the officers she
+feared; and at any rate why does that beldam still dare to
+pollute the island with her presence?&nbsp; And O Cora,&rsquo; I
+exclaimed, remembering my grief, &lsquo;what matter all these
+troubles to an orphan?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Mistress,&rsquo; said she, &lsquo;I must remind you of
+two things.&nbsp; Never speak as you do now of Madam Mendizabal;
+or never to a person of colour; for she is the most powerful
+woman in this world, and her real name even, if one durst
+pronounce it, were a spell to raise the dead.&nbsp; And whatever
+you do, speak no more of her to your unhappy Cora; for though it
+is possible she may be afraid of the police (and indeed I think
+that I have heard she is in hiding), and though I know that you
+will laugh and not believe, yet it is true, and proved, and known
+that she hears every word that people utter in this whole vast
+world; and your poor Cora is already deep enough in her black
+books.&nbsp; She looks at me, mistress, till my blood turns
+ice.&nbsp; That is the first I had to say; and now for the
+second: do, pray, for Heaven&rsquo;s sake, bear in mind that you
+are no longer the poor Se&ntilde;or&rsquo;s daughter.&nbsp; He is
+gone, dear gentleman; and now you are no more than a common
+slave-girl like myself.&nbsp; The man to whom you belong calls
+for you; oh, my dear mistress, go at once!&nbsp; With your youth
+and beauty, you may still, if you are winning and obedient,
+secure yourself an easy life.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>For a moment I looked on the creature with the indignation you
+may conceive; the next, it was gone: she did but speak after her
+kind, as the bird sings or cattle bellow.&nbsp; &lsquo;Go,&rsquo;
+said I.&nbsp; &lsquo;Go, Cora.&nbsp; I thank you for your kind
+intentions.&nbsp; Leave me alone one moment with my dead father;
+and tell this man that I will come at once.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>She went: and I, turning to the bed of death, addressed to
+those deaf ears the last appeal and defence of my beleaguered
+innocence.&nbsp; &lsquo;Father,&rsquo; I said, &lsquo;it was your
+last thought, even in the pangs of dissolution, that your
+daughter should escape disgrace.&nbsp; Here, at your side, I
+swear to you that purpose shall be carried out; by what means, I
+know not; by crime, if need be; and Heaven forgive both you and
+me and our oppressors, and Heaven help my
+helplessness!&rsquo;&nbsp; Thereupon I felt strengthened as by
+long repose; stepped to the mirror, ay, even in that chamber of
+the dead; hastily arranged my hair, refreshed my tear-worn eyes,
+breathed a dumb farewell to the originator of my days and
+sorrows; and composing my features to a smile, went forth to meet
+my master.</p>
+<p>He was in a great, hot bustle, reviewing that house, once
+ours, to which he had but now succeeded; a corpulent, sanguine
+man of middle age, sensual, vulgar, humorous, and, if I judged
+rightly, not ill-disposed by nature.&nbsp; But the sparkle that
+came into his eye as he observed me enter, warned me to expect
+the worst.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Is this your late mistress?&rsquo; he inquired of the
+slaves; and when he had learnt it was so, instantly dismissed
+them.&nbsp; &lsquo;Now, my dear,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;I am a
+plain man: none of your damned Spaniards, but a true blue,
+hard-working, honest Englishman.&nbsp; My name is
+Caulder.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Thank you, sir,&rsquo; said I, and curtsied very
+smartly as I had seen the servants.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Come,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;this is better than I had
+expected; and if you choose to be dutiful in the station to which
+it has pleased God to call you, you will find me a very kind old
+fellow.&nbsp; I like your looks,&rsquo; he added, calling me by
+my name, which he scandalously mispronounced.&nbsp; &lsquo;Is
+your hair all your own?&rsquo; he then inquired with a certain
+sharpness, and coming up to me, as though I were a horse, he
+grossly satisfied his doubts.&nbsp; I was all one flame from head
+to foot, but I contained my righteous anger and submitted.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;That is very well,&rsquo; he continued, chucking me good
+humouredly under the chin.&nbsp; &lsquo;You will have no cause to
+regret coming to old Caulder, eh?&nbsp; But that is by the
+way.&nbsp; What is more to the point is this: your late master
+was a most dishonest rogue, and levanted with some valuable
+property that belonged of rights to me.&nbsp; Now, considering
+your relation to him, I regard you as the likeliest person to
+know what has become of it; and I warn you, before you answer,
+that my whole future kindness will depend upon your
+honesty.&nbsp; I am an honest man myself, and expect the same in
+my servants.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Do you mean the jewels?&rsquo; said I, sinking my voice
+into a whisper.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That is just precisely what I do,&rsquo; said he, and
+chuckled.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Hush!&rsquo; said I.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Hush?&rsquo; he repeated.&nbsp; &lsquo;And why
+hush?&nbsp; I am on my own place, I would have you to know, and
+surrounded by my own lawful servants.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Are the officers gone?&rsquo; I asked; and oh! how my
+hopes hung upon the answer!</p>
+<p>&lsquo;They are,&rsquo; said he, looking somewhat
+disconcerted.&nbsp; &lsquo;Why do you ask?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I wish you had kept them,&rsquo; I answered, solemnly
+enough, although my heart at that same moment leaped with
+exultation.&nbsp; &lsquo;Master, I must not conceal from you the
+truth.&nbsp; The servants on this estate are in a dangerous
+condition, and mutiny has long been brewing.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Why,&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;I never saw a
+milder-looking lot of niggers in my life.&rsquo;&nbsp; But for
+all that he turned somewhat pale.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Did they tell you,&rsquo; I continued, &lsquo;that
+Madam Mendizabal is on the island? that, since her coming, they
+obey none but her? that if, this morning, they have received you
+with even decent civility, it was only by her orders&mdash;issued
+with what after-thought I leave you to consider?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam Jezebel?&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;Well, she
+is a dangerous devil; the police are after her, besides, for a
+whole series of murders; but after all, what then?&nbsp; To be
+sure, she has a great influence with you coloured folk.&nbsp; But
+what in fortune&rsquo;s name can be her errand here?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The jewels,&rsquo; I replied.&nbsp; &lsquo;Ah, sir, had
+you seen that treasure, sapphire and emerald and opal, and the
+golden topaz, and rubies red as the sunset&mdash;of what
+incalculable worth, of what unequalled beauty to the
+eye!&mdash;had you seen it, as I have, and alas! as <i>she</i>
+has&mdash;you would understand and tremble at your
+danger.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;She has seen them!&rsquo; he cried, and I could see by
+his face, that my audacity was justified by its success.</p>
+<p>I caught his hand in mine.&nbsp; &lsquo;My master,&rsquo; said
+I, &lsquo;I am now yours; it is my duty, it should be my
+pleasure, to defend your interests and life.&nbsp; Hear my
+advice, then; and, I conjure you, be guided by my prudence.&nbsp;
+Follow me privily; let none see where we are going; I will lead
+you to the place where the treasure has been buried; that once
+disinterred, let us make straight for the boat, escape to the
+mainland, and not return to this dangerous isle without the
+countenance of soldiers.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>What free man in a free land would have credited so sudden a
+devotion?&nbsp; But this oppressor, through the very arts and
+sophistries he had abused, to quiet the rebellion of his
+conscience and to convince himself that slavery was natural, fell
+like a child into the trap I laid for him.&nbsp; He praised and
+thanked me; told me I had all the qualities he valued in a
+servant; and when he had questioned me further as to the nature
+and value of the treasure, and I had once more artfully inflamed
+his greed, bade me without delay proceed to carry out my plan of
+action.</p>
+<p>From a shed in the garden, I took a pick and shovel; and
+thence, by devious paths among the magnolias, led my master to
+the entrance of the swamp.&nbsp; I walked first, carrying, as I
+was now in duty bound, the tools, and glancing continually behind
+me, lest we should be spied upon and followed.&nbsp; When we were
+come as far as the beginning of the path, it flashed into my mind
+I had forgotten meat; and leaving Mr. Caulder in the shadow of a
+tree, I returned alone to the house for a basket of
+provisions.&nbsp; Were they for him?&nbsp; I asked myself.&nbsp;
+And a voice within me answered, No. While we were face to face,
+while I still saw before my eyes the man to whom I belonged as
+the hand belongs to the body, my indignation held me bravely
+up.&nbsp; But now that I was alone, I conceived a sickness at
+myself and my designs that I could scarce endure; I longed to
+throw myself at his feet, avow my intended treachery, and warn
+him from that pestilential swamp, to which I was decoying him to
+die; but my vow to my dead father, my duty to my innocent youth,
+prevailed upon these scruples; and though my face was pale and
+must have reflected the horror that oppressed my spirits, it was
+with a firm step that I returned to the borders of the swamp, and
+with smiling lips that I bade him rise and follow me.</p>
+<p>The path on which we now entered was cut, like a tunnel,
+through the living jungle.&nbsp; On either hand and overhead, the
+mass of foliage was continuously joined; the day sparingly
+filtered through the depth of super-impending wood; and the air
+was hot like steam, and heady with vegetable odours, and lay like
+a load upon the lungs and brain.&nbsp; Underfoot, a great depth
+of mould received our silent footprints; on each side, mimosas,
+as tall as a man, shrank from my passing skirts with a continuous
+hissing rustle; and but for these sentient vegetables, all in
+that den of pestilence was motionless and noiseless.</p>
+<p>We had gone but a little way in, when Mr. Caulder was seized
+with sudden nausea, and must sit down a moment on the path.&nbsp;
+My heart yearned, as I beheld him; and I seriously begged the
+doomed mortal to return upon his steps.&nbsp; What were a few
+jewels in the scales with life? I asked.&nbsp; But no, he said;
+that witch Madam Jezebel would find them out; he was an honest
+man, and would not stand to be defrauded, and so forth, panting
+the while, like a sick dog.&nbsp; Presently he got to his feet
+again, protesting he had conquered his uneasiness; but as we
+again began to go forward, I saw in his changed countenance, the
+first approaches of death.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Master,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;you look pale, deathly
+pale; your pallor fills me with dread.&nbsp; Your eyes are
+bloodshot; they are red like the rubies that we seek.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Wench,&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;look before you; look at
+your steps.&nbsp; I declare to Heaven, if you annoy me once again
+by looking back, I shall remind you of the change in your
+position.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>A little after, I observed a worm upon the ground, and told,
+in a whisper, that its touch was death.&nbsp; Presently a great
+green serpent, vivid as the grass in spring, wound rapidly across
+the path; and once again I paused and looked back at my
+companion, with a horror in my eyes.&nbsp; &lsquo;The coffin
+snake,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;the snake that dogs its victim like
+a hound.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>But he was not to be dissuaded.&nbsp; &lsquo;I am an old
+traveller,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;This is a foul jungle
+indeed; but we shall soon be at an end.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ay,&rsquo; said I, looking at him, with a strange
+smile, &lsquo;what end?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Thereupon he laughed again and again, but not very heartily;
+and then, perceiving that the path began to widen and grow
+higher, &lsquo;There!&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;What did I
+tell you?&nbsp; We are past the worst.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Indeed, we had now come to the bayou, which was in that place
+very narrow and bridged across by a fallen trunk; but on either
+hand we could see it broaden out, under a cavern of great arms of
+trees and hanging creepers: sluggish, putrid, of a horrible and
+sickly stench, floated on by the flat heads of alligators, and
+its banks alive with scarlet crabs.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;If we fall from that unsteady bridge,&rsquo; said I,
+&lsquo;see, where the caiman lies ready to devour us!&nbsp; If,
+by the least divergence from the path, we should be snared in a
+morass, see, where those myriads of scarlet vermin scour the
+border of the thicket!&nbsp; Once helpless, how they would swarm
+together to the assault!&nbsp; What could man do against a
+thousand of such mailed assailants?&nbsp; And what a death were
+that, to perish alive under their claws.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Are you mad, girl?&rsquo; he cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;I bid
+you be silent and lead on.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Again I looked upon him, half relenting; and at that he raised
+the stick that was in his hand and cruelly struck me on the
+face.&nbsp; &lsquo;Lead on!&rsquo; he cried again.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Must I be all day, catching my death in this vile slough,
+and all for a prating slave-girl?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I took the blow in silence, I took it smiling; but the blood
+welled back upon my heart.&nbsp; Something, I know not what, fell
+at that moment with a dull plunge in the waters of the lagoon,
+and I told myself it was my pity that had fallen.</p>
+<p>On the farther side, to which we now hastily scrambled, the
+wood was not so dense, the web of creepers not so solidly
+convolved.&nbsp; It was possible, here and there, to mark a patch
+of somewhat brighter daylight, or to distinguish, through the
+lighter web of parasites, the proportions of some soaring
+tree.&nbsp; The cypress on the left stood very visibly forth,
+upon the edge of such a clearing; the path in that place widened
+broadly; and there was a patch of open ground, beset with
+horrible ant-heaps, thick with their artificers.&nbsp; I laid
+down the tools and basket by the cypress root, where they were
+instantly blackened over with the crawling ants; and looked once
+more in the face of my unconscious victim.&nbsp; Mosquitoes and
+foul flies wove so close a veil between us that his features were
+obscured; and the sound of their flight was like the turning of a
+mighty wheel.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Here,&rsquo; I said, &lsquo;is the spot.&nbsp; I cannot
+dig, for I have not learned to use such instruments; but, for
+your own sake, I beseech you to be swift in what you
+do.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He had sunk once more upon the ground, panting like a fish;
+and I saw rising in his face the same dusky flush that had
+mantled on my father&rsquo;s.&nbsp; &lsquo;I feel ill,&rsquo; he
+gasped, &lsquo;horribly ill; the swamp turns around me; the drone
+of these carrion flies confounds me.&nbsp; Have you not
+wine?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I gave him a glass, and he drank greedily.&nbsp; &lsquo;It is
+for you to think,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;if you should further
+persevere.&nbsp; The swamp has an ill name.&rsquo;&nbsp; And at
+the word I ominously nodded.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Give me the pick,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;Where
+are the jewels buried?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I told him vaguely; and in the sweltering heat and closeness,
+and dim twilight of the jungle, he began to wield the pickaxe,
+swinging it overhead with the vigour of a healthy man.&nbsp; At
+first, there broke forth upon him a strong sweat, that made his
+face to shine, and in which the greedy insects settled
+thickly.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;To sweat in such a place,&rsquo; said I.&nbsp; &lsquo;O
+master, is this wise?&nbsp; Fever is drunk in through open
+pores.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What do you mean?&rsquo; he screamed, pausing with the
+pick buried in the soil.&nbsp; &lsquo;Do you seek to drive me
+mad?&nbsp; Do you think I do not understand the danger that I
+run?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That is all I want,&rsquo; said I: &lsquo;I only wish
+you to be swift.&rsquo;&nbsp; And then, my mind flitting to my
+father&rsquo;s deathbed, I began to murmur, scarce above my
+breath, the same vain repetition of words, &lsquo;Hurry, hurry,
+hurry.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Presently, to my surprise, the treasure-seeker took them up;
+and while he still wielded the pick, but now with staggering and
+uncertain blows, repeated to himself, as it were the burthen of a
+song, &lsquo;Hurry, hurry, hurry;&rsquo; and then again,
+&lsquo;There is no time to lose; the marsh has an ill name, ill
+name;&rsquo; and then back to &lsquo;Hurry, hurry, hurry,&rsquo;
+with a dreadful, mechanical, hurried, and yet wearied utterance,
+as a sick man rolls upon his pillow.&nbsp; The sweat had
+disappeared; he was now dry, but all that I could see of him, of
+the same dull brick red.&nbsp; Presently his pick unearthed the
+bag of jewels; but he did not observe it, and continued hewing at
+the soil.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Master,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;there is the
+treasure.&rsquo;&nbsp; He seemed to waken from a dream.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Where?&rsquo; he cried; and then, seeing it before his
+eyes, &lsquo;Can this be possible?&rsquo; he added.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I must be light-headed.&nbsp; Girl,&rsquo; he cried
+suddenly, with the same screaming tone of voice that I had once
+before observed, &lsquo;what is wrong? is this swamp
+accursed?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is a grave,&rsquo; I answered.&nbsp; &lsquo;You will
+not go out alive; and as for me, my life is in God&rsquo;s
+hands.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He fell upon the ground like a man struck by a blow, but
+whether from the effect of my words, or from sudden seizure of
+the malady, I cannot tell.&nbsp; Pretty soon, he raised his
+head.&nbsp; &lsquo;You have brought me here to die,&rsquo; he
+said; &lsquo;at the risk of your own days, you have condemned
+me.&nbsp; Why?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;To save my honour,&rsquo; I replied.&nbsp; &lsquo;Bear
+me out that I have warned you.&nbsp; Greed of these pebbles, and
+not I, has been your undoer.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He took out his revolver and handed it to me.&nbsp; &lsquo;You
+see,&rsquo; he said, &lsquo;I could have killed you even
+yet.&nbsp; But I am dying, as you say; nothing could save me; and
+my bill is long enough already.&nbsp; Dear me, dear me,&rsquo; he
+said, looking in my face with a curious, puzzled, and pathetic
+look, like a dull child at school, &lsquo;if there be a judgment
+afterwards, my bill is long enough.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>At that, I broke into a passion of weeping, crawled at his
+feet, kissed his hands, begged his forgiveness, put the pistol
+back into his grasp and besought him to avenge his death; for
+indeed, if with my life I could have bought back his, I had not
+balanced at the cost.&nbsp; But he was determined, the poor soul,
+that I should yet more bitterly regret my act.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I have nothing to forgive,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Dear heaven, what a thing is an old fool!&nbsp; I thought,
+upon my word, you had taken quite a fancy to me.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He was seized, at the same time, with a dreadful, swimming
+dizziness, clung to me like a child, and called upon the name of
+some woman.&nbsp; Presently this spasm, which I watched with
+choking tears, lessened and died away; and he came again to the
+full possession of his mind.&nbsp; &lsquo;I must write my
+will,&rsquo; he said.&nbsp; &lsquo;Get out my
+pocket-book.&rsquo;&nbsp; I did so, and he wrote hurriedly on one
+page with a pencil.&nbsp; &lsquo;Do not let my son know,&rsquo;
+he said; &lsquo;he is a cruel dog, is my son Philip; do not let
+him know how you have paid me out;&rsquo; and then all of a
+sudden, &lsquo;God,&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;I am blind,&rsquo;
+and clapped both hands before his eyes; and then again, and in a
+groaning whisper, &lsquo;Don&rsquo;t leave me to the
+crabs!&rsquo;&nbsp; I swore I would be true to him so long as a
+pulse stirred; and I redeemed my promise.&nbsp; I sat there and
+watched him, as I had watched my father, but with what different,
+with what appalling thoughts!&nbsp; Through the long afternoon,
+he gradually sank.&nbsp; All that while, I fought an uphill
+battle to shield him from the swarms of ants and the clouds of
+mosquitoes: the prisoner of my crime.&nbsp; The night fell, the
+roar of insects instantly redoubled in the dark arcades of the
+swamp; and still I was not sure that he had breathed his
+last.&nbsp; At length, the flesh of his hand, which I yet held in
+mine, grew chill between my fingers, and I knew that I was
+free.</p>
+<p>I took his pocket-book and the revolver, being resolved rather
+to die than to be captured, and laden besides with the basket and
+the bag of gems, set forward towards the north.&nbsp; The swamp,
+at that hour of the night, was filled with a continuous din:
+animals and insects of all kinds, and all inimical to life,
+contributing their parts.&nbsp; Yet in the midst of this turmoil
+of sound, I walked as though my eyes were bandaged, beholding
+nothing.&nbsp; The soil sank under my foot, with a horrid,
+slippery consistence, as though I were walking among toads; the
+touch of the thick wall of foliage, by which alone I guided
+myself, affrighted me like the touch of serpents; the darkness
+checked my breathing like a gag; indeed, I have never suffered
+such extremes of fear as during that nocturnal walk, nor have I
+ever known a more sensible relief than when I found the path
+beginning to mount and to grow firmer under foot, and saw,
+although still some way in front of me, the silver brightness of
+the moon.</p>
+<p>Presently, I had crossed the last of the jungle, and come
+forth amongst noble and lofty woods, clean rock, the clean, dry
+dust, the aromatic smell of mountain plants that had been baked
+all day in sunlight, and the expressive silence of the
+night.&nbsp; My negro blood had carried me unhurt across that
+reeking and pestiferous morass; by mere good fortune, I had
+escaped the crawling and stinging vermin with which it was alive;
+and I had now before me the easier portion of my enterprise, to
+cross the isle and to make good my arrival at the haven and my
+acceptance on the English yacht.&nbsp; It was impossible by night
+to follow such a track as my father had described; and I was
+casting about for any landmark, and, in my ignorance, vainly
+consulting the disposition of the stars, when there fell upon my
+ear, from somewhere far in front, the sound of many voices
+hurriedly singing.</p>
+<p>I scarce knew upon what grounds I acted; but I shaped my steps
+in the direction of that sound; and in a quarter of an
+hour&rsquo;s walking, came unperceived to the margin of an open
+glade.&nbsp; It was lighted by the strong moon and by the flames
+of a fire.&nbsp; In the midst, there stood a little low and rude
+building, surmounted by a cross: a chapel, as I then remembered
+to have heard, long since desecrated and given over to the rites
+of Hoodoo.&nbsp; Hard by the steps of entrance was a black mass,
+continually agitated and stirring to and fro as if with
+inarticulate life; and this I presently perceived to be a heap of
+cocks, hares, dogs, and other birds and animals, still
+struggling, but helplessly tethered and cruelly tossed one upon
+another.&nbsp; Both the fire and the chapel were surrounded by a
+ring of kneeling Africans, both men and women.&nbsp; Now they
+would raise their palms half-closed to heaven, with a peculiar,
+passionate gesture of supplication; now they would bow their
+heads and spread their hands before them on the ground.&nbsp; As
+the double movement passed and repassed along the line, the heads
+kept rising and falling, like waves upon the sea; and still, as
+if in time to these gesticulations, the hurried chant
+continued.&nbsp; I stood spellbound, knowing that my life
+depended by a hair, knowing that I had stumbled on a celebration
+of the rites of Hoodoo.</p>
+<p>Presently, the door of the chapel opened, and there came forth
+a tall negro, entirely nude, and bearing in his hand the
+sacrificial knife.&nbsp; He was followed by an apparition still
+more strange and shocking: Madam Mendizabal, naked also, and
+carrying in both hands and raised to the level of her face, an
+open basket of wicker.&nbsp; It was filled with coiling snakes;
+and these, as she stood there with the uplifted basket, shot
+through the osier grating and curled about her arms.&nbsp; At the
+sight of this, the fervour of the crowd seemed to swell suddenly
+higher; and the chant rose in pitch and grew more irregular in
+time and accent.&nbsp; Then, at a sign from the tall negro, where
+he stood, motionless and smiling, in the moon and firelight, the
+singing died away, and there began the second stage of this
+barbarous and bloody celebration.&nbsp; From different parts of
+the ring, one after another, man or woman, ran forth into the
+midst; ducked, with that same gesture of the thrown-up hand,
+before the priestess and her snakes; and with various
+adjurations, uttered aloud the blackest wishes of the
+heart.&nbsp; Death and disease were the favours usually invoked:
+the death or the disease of enemies or rivals; some calling down
+these plagues upon the nearest of their own blood, and one, to
+whom I swear I had been never less than kind, invoking them upon
+myself.&nbsp; At each petition, the tall negro, still smiling,
+picked up some bird or animal from the heaving mass upon his
+left, slew it with the knife, and tossed its body on the
+ground.&nbsp; At length, it seemed, it reached the turn of the
+high-priestess.&nbsp; She set down the basket on the steps, moved
+into the centre of the ring, grovelled in the dust before the
+reptiles, and still grovelling lifted up her voice, between
+speech and singing, and with so great, with so insane a fervour
+of excitement, as struck a sort of horror through my blood.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Power,&rsquo; she began, &lsquo;whose name we do not
+utter; power that is neither good nor evil, but below them both;
+stronger than good, greater than evil&mdash;all my life long I
+have adored and served thee.&nbsp; Who has shed blood upon thine
+altars? whose voice is broken with the singing of thy praises?
+whose limbs are faint before their age with leaping in thy
+revels?&nbsp; Who has slain the child of her body?&nbsp;
+I,&rsquo; she cried, &lsquo;I, Metamnbogu!&nbsp; By my own name,
+I name myself.&nbsp; I tear away the veil.&nbsp; I would be
+served or perish.&nbsp; Hear me, slime of the fat swamp,
+blackness of the thunder, venom of the serpent&rsquo;s
+udder&mdash;hear or slay me!&nbsp; I would have two things, O
+shapeless one, O horror of emptiness&mdash;two things, or
+die!&nbsp; The blood of my white-faced husband; oh! give me that;
+he is the enemy of Hoodoo; give me his blood!&nbsp; And yet
+another, O racer of the blind winds, O germinator in the ruins of
+the dead, O root of life, root of corruption!&nbsp; I grow old, I
+grow hideous; I am known, I am hunted for my life: let thy
+servant then lay by this outworn body; let thy chief priestess
+turn again to the blossom of her days, and be a girl once more,
+and the desired of all men, even as in the past!&nbsp; And, O
+lord and master, as I here ask a marvel not yet wrought since we
+were torn from the old land, have I not prepared the sacrifice in
+which thy soul delighteth&mdash;the kid without the
+horns?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Even as she uttered the words, there was a great rumour of joy
+through all the circle of worshippers; it rose, and fell, and
+rose again; and swelled at last into rapture, when the tall
+negro, who had stepped an instant into the chapel, reappeared
+before the door, carrying in his arms the body of the slave-girl,
+Cora.&nbsp; I know not if I saw what followed.&nbsp; When next my
+mind awoke to a clear knowledge, Cora was laid upon the steps
+before the serpents; the negro with the knife stood over her; the
+knife rose; and at this I screamed out in my great horror,
+bidding them, in God&rsquo;s name, to pause.</p>
+<p>A stillness fell upon the mob of cannibals.&nbsp; A moment
+more, and they must have thrown off this stupor, and I infallibly
+have perished.&nbsp; But Heaven had designed to save me.&nbsp;
+The silence of these wretched men was not yet broken, when there
+arose, in the empty night, a sound louder than the roar of any
+European tempest, swifter to travel than the wings of any Eastern
+wind.&nbsp; Blackness engulfed the world; blackness, stabbed
+across from every side by intricate and blinding lightning.&nbsp;
+Almost in the same second, at one world-swallowing stride, the
+heart of the tornado reached the clearing.&nbsp; I heard an
+agonising crash, and the light of my reason was overwhelmed.</p>
+<p>When I recovered consciousness, the day was come.&nbsp; I was
+unhurt; the trees close about me had not lost a bough; and I
+might have thought at first that the tornado was a feature in a
+dream.&nbsp; It was otherwise indeed; for when I looked abroad, I
+perceived I had escaped destruction by a
+hand&rsquo;s-breadth.&nbsp; Right through the forest, which here
+covered hill and dale, the storm had ploughed a lane of
+ruin.&nbsp; On either hand, the trees waved uninjured in the air
+of the morning; but in the forthright course of its advance, the
+hurricane had left no trophy standing.&nbsp; Everything, in that
+line, tree, man, or animal, the desecrated chapel and the
+votaries of Hoodoo, had been subverted and destroyed in that
+brief spasm of anger of the powers of air.&nbsp; Everything, but
+a yard or two beyond the line of its passage, humble flower,
+lofty tree, and the poor vulnerable maid who now knelt to pay her
+gratitude to heaven, awoke unharmed in the crystal purity and
+peace of the new day.</p>
+<p>To move by the path of the tornado was a thing impossible to
+man, so wildly were the wrecks of the tall forest piled together
+by that fugitive convulsion.&nbsp; I crossed it indeed; with such
+labour and patience, with so many dangerous slips and falls, as
+left me, at the further side, bankrupt alike of strength and
+courage.&nbsp; There I sat down awhile to recruit my forces; and
+as I ate (how should I bless the kindliness of Heaven!) my eye,
+flitting to and fro in the colonnade of the great trees, alighted
+on a trunk that had been blazed.&nbsp; Yes, by the directing hand
+of Providence, I had been conducted to the very track I was to
+follow.&nbsp; With what a light heart I now set forth, and
+walking with how glad a step, traversed the uplands of the
+isle!</p>
+<p>It was hard upon the hour of noon, when I came, all tattered
+and wayworn, to the summit of a steep descent, and looked below
+me on the sea.&nbsp; About all the coast, the surf, roused by the
+tornado of the night, beat with a particular fury and made a
+fringe of snow.&nbsp; Close at my feet, I saw a haven, set in
+precipitous and palm-crowned bluffs of rock.&nbsp; Just outside,
+a ship was heaving on the surge, so trimly sparred, so glossily
+painted, so elegant and point-device in every feature, that my
+heart was seized with admiration.&nbsp; The English colours blew
+from her masthead; and from my high station, I caught glimpses of
+her snowy planking, as she rolled on the uneven deep, and saw the
+sun glitter on the brass of her deck furniture.&nbsp; There,
+then, was my ship of refuge; and of all my difficulties only one
+remained: to get on board of her.</p>
+<p>Half an hour later, I issued at last out of the woods on the
+margin of a cove, into whose jaws the tossing and blue billows
+entered, and along whose shores they broke with a surprising
+loudness.&nbsp; A wooded promontory hid the yacht; and I had
+walked some distance round the beach, in what appeared to be a
+virgin solitude, when my eye fell on a boat, drawn into a natural
+harbour, where it rocked in safety, but deserted.&nbsp; I looked
+about for those who should have manned her; and presently, in the
+immediate entrance of the wood, spied the red embers of a fire,
+and, stretched around in various attitudes, a party of slumbering
+mariners.&nbsp; To these I drew near: most were black, a few
+white; but all were dressed with the conspicuous decency of
+yachtsmen; and one, from his peaked cap and glittering buttons, I
+rightly divined to be an officer.&nbsp; Him, then, I touched upon
+the shoulder.&nbsp; He started up; the sharpness of his movement
+woke the rest; and they all stared upon me in surprise.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What do you want?&rsquo; inquired the officer.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;To go on board the yacht,&rsquo; I answered.</p>
+<p>I thought they all seemed disconcerted at this; and the
+officer, with something of sharpness, asked me who I was.&nbsp;
+Now I had determined to conceal my name until I met Sir George;
+and the first name that rose to my lips was that of the
+Se&ntilde;ora Mendizabal.&nbsp; At the word, there went a shock
+about the little party of seamen; the negroes stared at me with
+indescribable eagerness, the whites themselves with something of
+a scared surprise; and instantly the spirit of mischief prompted
+me to add, &lsquo;And if the name is new to your ears, call me
+Metamnbogu.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I had never seen an effect so wonderful.&nbsp; The negroes
+threw their hands into the air, with the same gesture I remarked
+the night before about the Hoodoo camp-fire; first one, and then
+another, ran forward and kneeled down and kissed the skirts of my
+torn dress; and when the white officer broke out swearing and
+calling to know if they were mad, the coloured seamen took him by
+the shoulders, dragged him on one side till they were out of
+hearing, and surrounded him with open mouths and extravagant
+pantomime.&nbsp; The officer seemed to struggle hard; he laughed
+aloud, and I saw him make gestures of dissent and protest; but in
+the end, whether overcome by reason or simply weary of
+resistance, he gave in&mdash;approached me civilly enough, but
+with something of a sneering manner underneath&mdash;and touching
+his cap, &lsquo;My lady,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;if that is what
+you are, the boat is ready.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>My reception on board the <i>Nemorosa</i> (for so the yacht
+was named) partook of the same mingled nature.&nbsp; We were
+scarcely within hail of that great and elegant fabric, where she
+lay rolling gunwale under and churning the blue sea to snow,
+before the bulwarks were lined with the heads of a great crowd of
+seamen, black, white, and yellow; and these and the few who
+manned the boat began exchanging shouts in some <i>lingua
+franca</i> incomprehensible to me.&nbsp; All eyes were directed
+on the passenger; and once more I saw the negroes toss up their
+hands to heaven, but now as if with passionate wonder and
+delight.</p>
+<p>At the head of the gangway, I was received by another officer,
+a gentlemanly man with blond and bushy whiskers; and to him I
+addressed my demand to see Sir George.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;But this is not&mdash;&rsquo; he cried, and paused.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I know it,&rsquo; returned the other officer, who had
+brought me from the shore.&nbsp; &lsquo;But what the devil can we
+do?&nbsp; Look at all the niggers!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I followed his direction; and as my eye lighted upon each, the
+poor ignorant Africans ducked, and bowed, and threw their hands
+into the air, as though in the presence of a creature half
+divine.&nbsp; Apparently the officer with the whiskers had
+instantly come round to the opinion of his subaltern; for he now
+addressed me with every signal of respect.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir George is at the island, my lady,&rsquo; said he:
+&lsquo;for which, with your ladyship&rsquo;s permission, I shall
+immediately make all sail.&nbsp; The cabins are prepared.&nbsp;
+Steward, take Lady Greville below.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Under this new name, then, and so captivated by surprise that
+I could neither think nor speak, I was ushered into a spacious
+and airy cabin, hung about with weapons and surrounded by
+divans.&nbsp; The steward asked for my commands; but I was by
+this time so wearied, bewildered, and disturbed, that I could
+only wave him to leave me to myself, and sink upon a pile of
+cushions.&nbsp; Presently, by the changed motion of the ship, I
+knew her to be under way; my thoughts, so far from clarifying,
+grew the more distracted and confused; dreams began to mingle and
+confound them; and at length, by insensible transition, I sank
+into a dreamless slumber.</p>
+<p>When I awoke, the day and night had passed, and it was once
+more morning.&nbsp; The world on which I reopened my eyes swam
+strangely up and down; the jewels in the bag that lay beside me
+chinked together ceaselessly; the clock and the barometer wagged
+to and fro like pendulums; and overhead, seamen were singing out
+at their work, and coils of rope clattering and thumping on the
+deck.&nbsp; Yet it was long before I had divined that I was at
+sea; long before I had recalled, one after another, the tragical,
+mysterious, and inexplicable events that had brought me where
+was.</p>
+<p>When I had done so, I thrust the jewels, which I was surprised
+to find had been respected, into the bosom of my dress; and
+seeing a silver bell hard by upon a table, rang it loudly.&nbsp;
+The steward instantly appeared; I asked for food; and he
+proceeded to lay the table, regarding me the while with a
+disquieting and pertinacious scrutiny.&nbsp; To relieve myself of
+my embarrassment, I asked him, with as fair a show of ease as I
+could muster, if it were usual for yachts to carry so numerous a
+crew?</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;I know not who you are,
+nor what mad fancy has induced you to usurp a name and an
+appalling destiny that are not yours.&nbsp; I warn you from the
+soul.&nbsp; No sooner arrived at the island&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>At this moment he was interrupted by the whiskered officer,
+who had entered unperceived behind him, and now laid a hand upon
+his shoulder.&nbsp; The sudden pallor, the deadly and sick fear,
+that was imprinted on the steward&rsquo;s face, formed a
+startling addition to his words.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Parker!&rsquo; said the officer, and pointed towards
+the door.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Yes, Mr. Kentish,&rsquo; said the steward.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;For God&rsquo;s sake, Mr. Kentish!&rsquo;&nbsp; And
+vanished, with a white face, from the cabin.</p>
+<p>Thereupon the officer bade me sit down, and began to help me,
+and join in the meal.&nbsp; &lsquo;I fill your ladyship&rsquo;s
+glass,&rsquo; said he, and handed me a tumbler of neat rum.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir,&rsquo; cried I, &lsquo;do you expect me to drink
+this?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He laughed heartily.&nbsp; &lsquo;Your ladyship is so much
+changed,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;that I no longer expect any one
+thing more than any other.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Immediately after, a white seaman entered the cabin, saluted
+both Mr. Kentish and myself, and informed the officer there was a
+sail in sight, which was bound to pass us very close, and that
+Mr. Harland was in doubt about the colours.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Being so near the island?&rsquo; asked Mr. Kentish.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That was what Mr. Harland said, sir,&rsquo; returned
+the sailor, with a scrape.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Better not, I think,&rsquo; said Mr. Kentish.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;My compliments to Mr. Harland; and if she seem a lively
+boat, give her the stars and stripes; but if she be dull, and we
+can easily outsail her, show John Dutchman.&nbsp; That is always
+another word for incivility at sea; so we can disregard a hail or
+a flag of distress, without attracting notice.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>As soon as the sailor had gone on deck, I turned to the
+officer in wonder.&nbsp; &lsquo;Mr. Kentish, if that be your
+name,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;are you ashamed of your own
+colours?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your ladyship refers to the <i>Jolly Roger</i>?&rsquo;
+he inquired, with perfect gravity; and immediately after, went
+into peals of laughter.&nbsp; &lsquo;Pardon me,&rsquo; said he;
+&lsquo;but here for the first time I recognise your
+ladyship&rsquo;s impetuosity.&rsquo;&nbsp; Nor, try as I pleased,
+could I extract from him any explanation of this mystery, but
+only oily and commonplace evasion.</p>
+<p>While we were thus occupied, the movement of the
+<i>Nemorosa</i> gradually became less violent; its speed at the
+same time diminished; and presently after, with a sullen plunge,
+the anchor was discharged into the sea.&nbsp; Kentish immediately
+rose, offered his arm, and conducted me on deck; where I found we
+were lying in a roadstead among many low and rocky islets,
+hovered about by an innumerable cloud of sea-fowl.&nbsp;
+Immediately under our board, a somewhat larger isle was green
+with trees, set with a few low buildings and approached by a pier
+of very crazy workmanship; and a little inshore of us, a smaller
+vessel lay at anchor.</p>
+<p>I had scarce time to glance to the four quarters, ere a boat
+was lowered.&nbsp; I was handed in, Kentish took place beside me,
+and we pulled briskly to the pier.&nbsp; A crowd of villainous,
+armed loiterers, both black and white, looked on upon our
+landing; and again the word passed about among the negroes, and
+again I was received with prostrations and the same gesture of
+the flung-up hand.&nbsp; By this, what with the appearance of
+these men, and the lawless, sea-girt spot in which I found
+myself, my courage began a little to decline, and clinging to the
+arm of Mr. Kentish, I begged him to tell me what it meant?</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Nay, madam,&rsquo; he returned, &lsquo;<i>you</i>
+know.&rsquo;&nbsp; And leading me smartly through the crowd,
+which continued to follow at a considerable distance, and at
+which he still kept looking back, I thought, with apprehension,
+he brought me to a low house that stood alone in an encumbered
+yard, opened the door, and begged me to enter.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;But why?&rsquo; said I.&nbsp; &lsquo;I demand to see
+Sir George.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; returned Mr. Kentish, looking suddenly as
+black as thunder, &lsquo;to drop all fence, I know neither who
+nor what you are; beyond the fact that you are not the person
+whose name you have assumed.&nbsp; But be what you please, spy,
+ghost, devil, or most ill-judging jester, if you do not
+immediately enter that house, I will cut you to the
+earth.&rsquo;&nbsp; And even as he spoke, he threw an uneasy
+glance behind him at the following crowd of blacks.</p>
+<p>I did not wait to be twice threatened; I obeyed at once, and
+with a palpitating heart; and the next moment, the door was
+locked from the outside and the key withdrawn.&nbsp; The interior
+was long, low, and quite unfurnished, but filled, almost from end
+to end, with sugar-cane, tar-barrels, old tarry rope, and other
+incongruous and highly inflammable material; and not only was the
+door locked, but the solitary window barred with iron.</p>
+<p>I was by this time so exceedingly bewildered and afraid, that
+I would have given years of my life to be once more the slave of
+Mr. Caulder.&nbsp; I still stood, with my hands clasped, the
+image of despair, looking about me on the lumber of the room or
+raising my eyes to heaven; when there appeared outside the window
+bars, the face of a very black negro, who signed to me
+imperiously to draw near.&nbsp; I did so, and he instantly, and
+with every mark of fervour, addressed me a long speech in some
+unknown and barbarous tongue.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I declare,&rsquo; I cried, clasping my brow, &lsquo;I
+do not understand one syllable.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Not?&rsquo; he said in Spanish.&nbsp; &lsquo;Great,
+great, are the powers of Hoodoo!&nbsp; Her very mind is
+changed!&nbsp; But, O chief priestess, why have you suffered
+yourself to be shut into this cage? why did you not call your
+slaves at once to your defence?&nbsp; Do you not see that all has
+been prepared to murder you? at a spark, this flimsy house will
+go in flames; and alas! who shall then be the chief priestess?
+and what shall be the profit of the miracle?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Heavens!&rsquo; cried I, &lsquo;can I not see Sir
+George?&nbsp; I must, I must, come by speech of him.&nbsp; Oh,
+bring me to Sir George!&rsquo;&nbsp; And, my terror fairly
+mastering my courage, I fell upon my knees and began to pray to
+all the saints.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Lordy!&rsquo; cried the negro, &lsquo;here they
+come!&rsquo;&nbsp; And his black head was instantly withdrawn
+from the window.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I never heard such nonsense in my life,&rsquo;
+exclaimed a voice.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Why, so we all say, Sir George,&rsquo; replied the
+voice of Mr. Kentish.&nbsp; &lsquo;But put yourself in our
+place.&nbsp; The niggers were near two to one.&nbsp; And upon my
+word, if you&rsquo;ll excuse me, sir, considering the notion they
+have taken in their heads, I regard it as precious fortunate for
+all of us that the mistake occurred.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This is no question of fortune, sir,&rsquo; returned
+Sir George.&nbsp; &lsquo;It is a question of my orders, and you
+may take my word for it, Kentish, either Harland, or yourself, or
+Parker&mdash;or, by George, all three of you!&mdash;shall swing
+for this affair.&nbsp; These are my sentiments.&nbsp; Give me the
+key and be off.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Immediately after, the key turned in the lock; and there
+appeared upon the threshold a gentleman, between forty and fifty,
+with a very open countenance, and of a stout and personable
+figure.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My dear young lady,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;who the
+devil may you be?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I told him all my story in one rush of words.&nbsp; He heard
+me, from the first, with an amazement you can scarcely picture,
+but when I came to the death of the Se&ntilde;ora Mendizabal in
+the tornado, he fairly leaped into the air.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My dear child,&rsquo; he cried, clasping me in his
+arms, &lsquo;excuse a man who might be your father!&nbsp; This is
+the best news I ever had since I was born; for that hag of a
+mulatto was no less a person than my wife.&rsquo;&nbsp; He sat
+down upon a tar-barrel, as if unmanned by joy.&nbsp; &lsquo;Dear
+me,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;I declare this tempts me to believe in
+Providence.&nbsp; And what,&rsquo; he added, &lsquo;can I do for
+you?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir George,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;I am already rich:
+all that I ask is your protection.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Understand one thing,&rsquo; he said, with great
+energy.&nbsp; &lsquo;I will never marry.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I had not ventured to propose it,&rsquo; I exclaimed,
+unable to restrain my mirth; &lsquo;I only seek to be conveyed to
+England, the natural home of the escaped slave.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well,&rsquo; returned Sir George, &lsquo;frankly I owe
+you something for this exhilarating news; besides, your father
+was of use to me.&nbsp; Now, I have made a small competence in
+business&mdash;a jewel mine, a sort of naval agency, et
+c&aelig;tera, and I am on the point of breaking up my company,
+and retiring to my place in Devonshire to pass a plain old age,
+unmarried.&nbsp; One good turn deserves another: if you swear to
+hold your tongue about this island, these little bonfire
+arrangements, and the whole episode of my unfortunate marriage,
+why, I&rsquo;ll carry you home aboard the
+<i>Nemorosa</i>.&rsquo;&nbsp; I eagerly accepted his
+conditions.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;One thing more,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;My late
+wife was some sort of a sorceress among the blacks; and they are
+all persuaded she has come alive again in your agreeable
+person.&nbsp; Now, you will have the goodness to keep up that
+fancy, if you please; and to swear to them, on the authority of
+Hoodoo or whatever his name may be, that I am from this moment
+quite a sacred character.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I swear it,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;by my father&rsquo;s
+memory; and that is a vow that I will never break.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I have considerably better hold on you than any
+oath,&rsquo; returned Sir George, with a chuckle; &lsquo;for you
+are not only an escaped slave, but have, by your own account, a
+considerable amount of stolen property.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I was struck dumb; I saw it was too true; in a glance, I
+recognised that these jewels were no longer mine; with similar
+quickness, I decided they should be restored, ay, if it cost me
+the liberty that I had just regained.&nbsp; Forgetful of all
+else, forgetful of Sir George, who sat and watched me with a
+smile, I drew out Mr. Caulder&rsquo;s pocket-book and turned to
+the page on which the dying man had scrawled his testament.&nbsp;
+How shall I describe the agony of happiness and remorse with
+which I read it! for my victim had not only set me free, but
+bequeathed to me the bag of jewels.</p>
+<p>My plain tale draws towards a close.&nbsp; Sir George and I,
+in my character of his rejuvenated wife, displayed ourselves
+arm-in-arm among the negroes, and were cheered and followed to
+the place of embarkation.&nbsp; There, Sir George, turning about,
+made a speech to his old companions, in which he thanked and bade
+them farewell with a very manly spirit; and towards the end of
+which he fell on some expressions which I still remember.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;If any of you gentry lose your money,&rsquo; he said,
+&lsquo;take care you do not come to me; for in the first place, I
+shall do my best to have you murdered; and if that fails, I hand
+you over to the law.&nbsp; Blackmail won&rsquo;t do for me.&nbsp;
+I&rsquo;ll rather risk all upon a cast, than be pulled to pieces
+by degrees.&nbsp; I&rsquo;ll rather be found out and hang, than
+give a doit to one man-jack of you.&rsquo;&nbsp; That same night
+we got under way and crossed to the port of New Orleans, whence,
+as a sacred trust, I sent the pocket-book to Mr. Caulder&rsquo;s
+son.&nbsp; In a week&rsquo;s time, the men were all paid off; new
+hands were shipped; and the <i>Nemorosa</i> weighed her anchor
+for Old England.</p>
+<p>A more delightful voyage it were hard to fancy.&nbsp; Sir
+George, of course, was not a conscientious man; but he had an
+unaffected gaiety of character that naturally endeared him to the
+young; and it was interesting to hear him lay out his projects
+for the future, when he should be returned to Parliament, and
+place at the service of the nation his experience of marine
+affairs.&nbsp; I asked him, if his notion of piracy upon a
+private yacht were not original.&nbsp; But he told me, no.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;A yacht, Miss Valdevia,&rsquo; he observed, &lsquo;is a
+chartered nuisance.&nbsp; Who smuggles?&nbsp; Who robs the salmon
+rivers of the West of Scotland?&nbsp; Who cruelly beats the
+keepers if they dare to intervene?&nbsp; The crews and the
+proprietors of yachts.&nbsp; All I have done is to extend the
+line a trifle, and if you ask me for my unbiassed opinion, I do
+not suppose that I am in the least alone.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>In short, we were the best of friends, and lived like father
+and daughter; though I still withheld from him, of course, that
+respect which is only due to moral excellence.</p>
+<p>We were still some days&rsquo; sail from England, when Sir
+George obtained, from an outward-bound ship, a packet of
+newspapers; and from that fatal hour my misfortunes
+recommenced.&nbsp; He sat, the same evening, in the cabin,
+reading the news, and making savoury comments on the decline of
+England and the poor condition of the navy, when I suddenly
+observed him to change countenance.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Hullo!&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;this is bad; this is
+deuced bad, Miss Valdevia.&nbsp; You would not listen to sound
+sense, you would send that pocket-book to that man
+Caulder&rsquo;s son.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Sir George,&rsquo; said I, &lsquo;it was my
+duty.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You are prettily paid for it, at least,&rsquo; says he;
+&lsquo;and much as I regret it, I, for one, am done with
+you.&nbsp; This fellow Caulder demands your
+extradition.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;But a slave,&rsquo; I returned, &lsquo;is safe in
+England.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Yes, by George!&rsquo; replied the baronet; &lsquo;but
+it&rsquo;s not a slave, Miss Valdevia, it&rsquo;s a thief that he
+demands.&nbsp; He has quietly destroyed the will; and now accuses
+you of robbing your father&rsquo;s bankrupt estate of jewels to
+the value of a hundred thousand pounds.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>I was so much overcome by indignation at this hateful charge
+and concern for my unhappy fate that the genial baronet made
+haste to put me more at ease.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Do not be cast down,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;Of
+course, I wash my hands of you myself.&nbsp; A man in my
+position&mdash;baronet, old family, and all that&mdash;cannot
+possibly be too particular about the company he keeps.&nbsp; But
+I am a deuced good-humoured old boy, let me tell you, when not
+ruffled; and I will do the best I can to put you right.&nbsp; I
+will lend you a trifle of ready money, give you the address of an
+excellent lawyer in London, and find a way to set you on shore
+unsuspected.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He was in every particular as good as his word.&nbsp; Four
+days later, the <i>Nemorosa</i> sounded her way, under the cloak
+of a dark night, into a certain haven of the coast of England;
+and a boat, rowing with muffled oars, set me ashore upon the
+beach within a stone&rsquo;s throw of a railway station.&nbsp;
+Thither, guided by Sir George&rsquo;s directions, I groped a
+devious way; and finding a bench upon the platform, sat me down,
+wrapped in a man&rsquo;s fur great-coat, to await the coming of
+the day.&nbsp; It was still dark when a light was struck behind
+one of the windows of the building; nor had the east begun to
+kindle to the warmer colours of the dawn, before a porter
+carrying a lantern, issued from the door and found himself face
+to face with the unfortunate Teresa.&nbsp; He looked all about
+him; in the grey twilight of the dawn, the haven was seen to lie
+deserted, and the yacht had long since disappeared.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Who are you?&rsquo; he cried.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am a traveller,&rsquo; said I.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And where do you come from?&rsquo; he asked.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am going by the first train to London,&rsquo; I
+replied.</p>
+<p>In such manner, like a ghost or a new creation, was Teresa
+with her bag of jewels landed on the shores of England; in this
+silent fashion, without history or name, she took her place among
+the millions of a new country.</p>
+<p>Since then, I have lived by the expedients of my lawyer, lying
+concealed in quiet lodgings, dogged by the spies of Cuba, and not
+knowing at what hour my liberty and honour may be lost.</p>
+<h2><!-- page 269--><a name="page269"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 269</span><i>THE BROWN BOX</i><br />
+(<i>Concluded</i>)</h2>
+<p>The effect of this tale on the mind of Harry Desborough was
+instant and convincing.&nbsp; The Fair Cuban had been already the
+loveliest, she now became, in his eyes, the most romantic, the
+most innocent, and the most unhappy of her sex.&nbsp; He was
+bereft of words to utter what he felt: what pity, what
+admiration, what youthful envy of a career so vivid and
+adventurous.&nbsp; &lsquo;O madam!&rsquo; he began; and finding
+no language adequate to that apostrophe, caught up her hand and
+wrung it in his own.&nbsp; &lsquo;Count upon me,&rsquo; he added,
+with bewildered fervour; and getting somehow or other out of the
+apartment and from the circle of that radiant sorceress, he found
+himself in the strange out-of-doors, beholding dull houses,
+wondering at dull passers-by, a fallen angel.&nbsp; She had
+smiled upon him as he left, and with how significant, how
+beautiful a smile!&nbsp; The memory lingered in his heart; and
+when he found his way to a certain restaurant where music was
+performed, flutes (as it were of Paradise) accompanied his
+meal.&nbsp; The strings went to the melody of that parting smile;
+they paraphrased and glossed it in the sense that he desired; and
+for the first time in his plain and somewhat dreary life, he
+perceived himself to have a taste for music.</p>
+<p>The next day, and the next, his meditations moved to that
+delectable air.&nbsp; Now he saw her, and was favoured; now saw
+her not at all; now saw her and was put by.&nbsp; The fall of her
+foot upon the stair entranced him; the books that he sought out
+and read were books on Cuba, and spoke of her indirectly; nay,
+and in the very landlady&rsquo;s parlour, he found one that told
+of precisely such a hurricane, and, down to the smallest detail,
+confirmed (had confirmation been required) the truth of her
+recital.&nbsp; Presently he began to fall into that prettiest
+mood of a young love, in which the lover scorns himself for his
+presumption.&nbsp; Who was he, the dull one, the commonplace
+unemployed, the man without adventure, the impure, the
+untruthful, to aspire to such a creature made of fire and air,
+and hallowed and adorned by such incomparable passages of
+life?&nbsp; What should he do, to be more worthy? by what
+devotion, call down the notice of these eyes to so terrene a
+being as himself?</p>
+<p>He betook himself, thereupon, to the rural privacy of the
+square, where, being a lad of a kind heart, he had made himself a
+circle of acquaintances among its shy frequenters, the
+half-domestic cats and the visitors that hung before the windows
+of the Children&rsquo;s Hospital.&nbsp; There he walked,
+considering the depth of his demerit and the height of the adored
+one&rsquo;s super-excellence; now lighting upon earth to say a
+pleasant word to the brother of some infant invalid; now, with a
+great heave of breath, remembering the queen of women, and the
+sunshine of his life.</p>
+<p>What was he to do?&nbsp; Teresa, he had observed, was in the
+habit of leaving the house towards afternoon: she might,
+perchance, run danger from some Cuban emissary, when the presence
+of a friend might turn the balance in her favour: how, then, if
+he should follow her?&nbsp; To offer his company would seem like
+an intrusion; to dog her openly were a manifest impertinence; he
+saw himself reduced to a more stealthy part, which, though in
+some ways distasteful to his mind, he did not doubt that he could
+practise with the skill of a detective.</p>
+<p>The next day he proceeded to put his plan in action.&nbsp; At
+the corner of Tottenham Court Road, however, the Se&ntilde;orita
+suddenly turned back, and met him face to face, with every mark
+of pleasure and surprise.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah, Se&ntilde;or, I am sometimes fortunate!&rsquo; she
+cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;I was looking for a messenger;&rsquo; and
+with the sweetest of smiles, she despatched him to the East End
+of London, to an address which he was unable to find.&nbsp; This
+was a bitter pill to the knight-errant; but when he returned at
+night, worn out with fruitless wandering and dismayed by his
+<i>fiasco</i>, the lady received him with a friendly gaiety,
+protesting that all was for the best, since she had changed her
+mind and long since repented of her message.</p>
+<p>Next day he resumed his labours, glowing with pity and
+courage, and determined to protect Teresa with his life.&nbsp;
+But a painful shock awaited him.&nbsp; In the narrow and silent
+Hanway Street, she turned suddenly about and addressed him with a
+manner and a light in her eyes that were new to the young
+man&rsquo;s experience.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Do I understand that you follow me,
+Se&ntilde;or?&rsquo; she cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;Are these the
+manners of the English gentleman?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Harry confounded himself in the most abject apologies and
+prayers to be forgiven, vowed to offend no more, and was at
+length dismissed, crestfallen and heavy of heart.&nbsp; The check
+was final; he gave up that road to service; and began once more
+to hang about the square or on the terrace, filled with remorse
+and love, admirable and idiotic, a fit object for the scorn and
+envy of older men.&nbsp; In these idle hours, while he was
+courting fortune for a sight of the beloved, it fell out
+naturally that he should observe the manners and appearance of
+such as came about the house.&nbsp; One person alone was the
+occasional visitor of the young lady: a man of considerable
+stature, and distinguished only by the doubtful ornament of a
+chin-beard in the style of an American deacon.&nbsp; Something in
+his appearance grated upon Harry; this distaste grew upon him in
+the course of days; and when at length he mustered courage to
+inquire of the Fair Cuban who this was, he was yet more dismayed
+by her reply.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That gentleman,&rsquo; said she, a smile struggling to
+her face, &lsquo;that gentleman, I will not attempt to conceal
+from you, desires my hand in marriage, and presses me with the
+most respectful ardour.&nbsp; Alas, what am I to say?&nbsp; I,
+the forlorn Teresa, how shall I refuse or accept such
+protestations?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Harry feared to say more; a horrid pang of jealousy transfixed
+him; and he had scarce the strength of mind to take his leave
+with decency.&nbsp; In the solitude of his own chamber, he gave
+way to every manifestation of despair.&nbsp; He passionately
+adored the Se&ntilde;orita; but it was not only the thought of
+her possible union with another that distressed his soul, it was
+the indefeasible conviction that her suitor was unworthy.&nbsp;
+To a duke, a bishop, a victorious general, or any man adorned
+with obvious qualities, he had resigned her with a sort of bitter
+joy; he saw himself follow the wedding party from a great way
+off; he saw himself return to the poor house, then robbed of its
+jewel; and while he could have wept for his despair, he felt he
+could support it nobly.&nbsp; But this affair looked
+otherwise.&nbsp; The man was patently no gentleman; he had a
+startled, skulking, guilty bearing; his nails were black, his
+eyes evasive; his love perhaps was a pretext; he was perhaps,
+under this deep disguise, a Cuban emissary!</p>
+<p>Harry swore that he would satisfy these doubts; and the next
+evening, about the hour of the usual visit, he posted himself at
+a spot whence his eye commanded the three issues of the
+square.</p>
+<p>Presently after, a four-wheeler rumbled to the door, and the
+man with the chin-beard alighted, paid off the cabman, and was
+seen by Harry to enter the house with a brown box hoisted on his
+back.&nbsp; Half an hour later, he came forth again without the
+box, and struck eastward at a rapid walk; and Desborough, with
+the same skill and caution that he had displayed in following
+Teresa, proceeded to dog the steps of her admirer.&nbsp; The man
+began to loiter, studying with apparent interest the wares of the
+small fruiterer or tobacconist; twice he returned hurriedly upon
+his former course; and then, as though he had suddenly conquered
+a moment&rsquo;s hesitation, once more set forth with resolute
+and swift steps in the direction of Lincoln&rsquo;s Inn.&nbsp; At
+length, in a deserted by-street, he turned; and coming up to
+Harry with a countenance which seemed to have become older and
+whiter, inquired with some severity of speech if he had not had
+the pleasure of seeing the gentleman before.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You have, sir,&rsquo; said Harry, somewhat abashed, but
+with a good show of stoutness; &lsquo;and I will not deny that I
+was following you on purpose.&nbsp; Doubtless,&rsquo; he added,
+for he supposed that all men&rsquo;s minds must still be running
+on Teresa, &lsquo;you can divine my reason.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>At these words, the man with the chin-beard was seized with a
+palsied tremor.&nbsp; He seemed, for some seconds, to seek the
+utterance which his fear denied him; and then whipping sharply
+about, he took to his heels at the most furious speed of
+running.</p>
+<p>Harry was at first so taken aback that he neglected to pursue;
+and by the time he had recovered his wits, his best expedition
+was only rewarded by a glimpse of the man with the chin-beard
+mounting into a hansom, which immediately after disappeared into
+the moving crowds of Holborn.</p>
+<p>Puzzled and dismayed by this unusual behaviour, Harry returned
+to the house in Queen Square, and ventured for the first time to
+knock at the fair Cuban&rsquo;s door.&nbsp; She bade him enter,
+and he found her kneeling with rather a disconsolate air beside a
+brown wooden trunk.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Se&ntilde;orita,&rsquo; he broke out, &lsquo;I doubt
+whether that man&rsquo;s character is what he wishes you to
+believe.&nbsp; His manner, when he found, and indeed when I
+admitted that I was following him, was not the manner of an
+honest man.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh!&rsquo; she cried, throwing up her hands as in
+desperation, &lsquo;Don Quixote, Don Quixote, have you again been
+tilting against windmills?&rsquo;&nbsp; And then, with a laugh,
+&lsquo;Poor soul!&rsquo; she added, &lsquo;how you must have
+terrified him!&nbsp; For know that the Cuban authorities are
+here, and your poor Teresa may soon be hunted down.&nbsp; Even
+yon humble clerk from my solicitor&rsquo;s office may find
+himself at any moment the quarry of armed spies.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;A humble clerk!&rsquo; cried Harry, &lsquo;why, you
+told me yourself that he wished to marry you!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I thought you English like what you call a joke,&rsquo;
+replied the lady calmly.&nbsp; &lsquo;As a matter of fact, he is
+my lawyer&rsquo;s clerk, and has been here to-night charged with
+disastrous news.&nbsp; I am in sore straits, Se&ntilde;or
+Harry.&nbsp; Will you help me?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>At this most welcome word, the young man&rsquo;s heart
+exulted; and in the hope, pride, and self-esteem that kindled
+with the very thought of service, he forgot to dwell upon the
+lady&rsquo;s jest.&nbsp; &lsquo;Can you ask?&rsquo; he
+cried.&nbsp; &lsquo;What is there that I can do?&nbsp; Only tell
+me that.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>With signs of an emotion that was certainly unfeigned, the
+fair Cuban laid her hand upon the box.&nbsp; &lsquo;This
+box,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;contains my jewels, papers, and
+clothes; all, in a word, that still connects me with Cuba and my
+dreadful past.&nbsp; They must now be smuggled out of England;
+or, by the opinion of my lawyer, I am lost beyond remedy.&nbsp;
+To-morrow, on board the Irish packet, a sure hand awaits the box:
+the problem still unsolved, is to find some one to carry it as
+far as Holyhead, to see it placed on board the steamer, and
+instantly return to town.&nbsp; Will you be he?&nbsp; Will you
+leave to-morrow by the first train, punctually obey orders, bear
+still in mind that you are surrounded by Cuban spies; and without
+so much as a look behind you, or a single movement to betray your
+interest, leave the box where you have put it and come straight
+on shore? Will you do this, and so save your friend?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I do not clearly understand . . .&rsquo; began
+Harry.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No more do I,&rsquo; replied the Cuban.&nbsp; &lsquo;It
+is not necessary that we should, so long as we obey the
+lawyer&rsquo;s orders.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Se&ntilde;orita,&rsquo; returned Harry gravely,
+&lsquo;I think this, of course, a very little thing to do for
+you, when I would willingly do all.&nbsp; But suffer me to say
+one word.&nbsp; If London is unsafe for your treasures, it cannot
+long be safe for you; and indeed, if I at all fathom the plan of
+your solicitor, I fear I may find you already fled on my
+return.&nbsp; I am not considered clever, and can only speak out
+plainly what is in my heart: that I love you, and that I cannot
+bear to lose all knowledge of you.&nbsp; I hope no more than to
+be your servant; I ask no more than just that I shall hear of
+you.&nbsp; Oh, promise me so much!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You shall,&rsquo; she said, after a pause.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I promise you, you shall.&rsquo;&nbsp; But though she
+spoke with earnestness, the marks of great embarrassment and a
+strong conflict of emotions appeared upon her face.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I wish to tell you,&rsquo; resumed Desborough,
+&lsquo;in case of accidents. . . .&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Accidents!&rsquo; she cried: &lsquo;why do you say
+that?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I do not know,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;you may be gone
+before my return, and we may not meet again for long.&nbsp; And
+so I wished you to know this: That since the day you gave me the
+cigarette, you have never once, not once, been absent from my
+mind; and if it will in any way serve you, you may crumple me up
+like that piece of paper, and throw me on the fire.&nbsp; I would
+love to die for you.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Go!&rsquo; she said.&nbsp; &lsquo;Go now at once.&nbsp;
+My brain is in a whirl.&nbsp; I scarce know what we are
+talking.&nbsp; Go; and good-night; and oh, may you come
+safe!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Once back in his own room a fearful joy possessed the young
+man&rsquo;s mind; and as he recalled her face struck suddenly
+white and the broken utterance of her last words, his heart at
+once exulted and misgave him.&nbsp; Love had indeed looked upon
+him with a tragic mask; and yet what mattered, since at least it
+was love&mdash;since at least she was commoved at their
+division?&nbsp; He got to bed with these parti-coloured thoughts;
+passed from one dream to another all night long, the white face
+of Teresa still haunting him, wrung with unspoken thoughts; and
+in the grey of the dawn, leaped suddenly out of bed, in a kind of
+horror.&nbsp; It was already time for him to rise.&nbsp; He
+dressed, made his breakfast on cold food that had been laid for
+him the night before; and went down to the room of his idol for
+the box.&nbsp; The door was open; a strange disorder reigned
+within; the furniture all pushed aside, and the centre of the
+room left bare of impediment, as though for the pacing of a
+creature with a tortured mind.&nbsp; There lay the box, however,
+and upon the lid a paper with these words: &lsquo;Harry, I hope
+to be back before you go.&nbsp; Teresa.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He sat down to wait, laying his watch before him on the
+table.&nbsp; She had called him Harry: that should be enough, he
+thought, to fill the day with sunshine; and yet somehow the sight
+of that disordered room still poisoned his enjoyment.&nbsp; The
+door of the bed-chamber stood gaping open; and though he turned
+aside his eyes as from a sacrilege, he could not but observe the
+bed had not been slept in.&nbsp; He was still pondering what this
+should mean, still trying to convince himself that all was well,
+when the moving needle of his watch summoned him to set forth
+without delay.&nbsp; He was before all things a man of his word;
+ran round to Southampton Row to fetch a cab; and taking the box
+on the front seat, drove off towards the terminus.</p>
+<p>The streets were scarcely awake; there was little to amuse the
+eye; and the young man&rsquo;s attention centred on the dumb
+companion of his drive.&nbsp; A card was nailed upon one side,
+bearing the superscription: &lsquo;Miss Doolan, passenger to
+Dublin.&nbsp; Glass.&nbsp; With care.&rsquo;&nbsp; He thought
+with a sentimental shock that the fair idol of his heart was
+perhaps driven to adopt the name of Doolan; and as he still
+studied the card, he was aware of a deadly, black depression
+settling steadily upon his spirits.&nbsp; It was in vain for him
+to contend against the tide; in vain that he shook himself or
+tried to whistle: the sense of some impending blow was not to be
+averted.&nbsp; He looked out; in the long, empty streets, the cab
+pursued its way without a trace of any follower.&nbsp; He gave
+ear; and over and above the jolting of the wheels upon the road,
+he was conscious of a certain regular and quiet sound that seemed
+to issue from the box.&nbsp; He put his ear to the cover; at one
+moment, he seemed to perceive a delicate ticking: the next, the
+sound was gone, nor could his closest hearkening recapture
+it.&nbsp; He laughed at himself; but still the gloom continued;
+and it was with more than the common relief of an arrival, that
+he leaped from the cab before the station.</p>
+<p>Probably enough on purpose, Teresa had named an hour some
+thirty minutes earlier than needful; and when Harry had given the
+box into the charge of a porter, who sat it on a truck, he
+proceeded briskly to pace the platform.&nbsp; Presently the
+bookstall opened; and the young man was looking at the books when
+he was seized by the arm.&nbsp; He turned, and, though she was
+closely veiled, at once recognised the Fair Cuban.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Where is it?&rsquo; she asked; and the sound of her
+voice surprised him.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It?&rsquo; he said.&nbsp; &lsquo;What?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The box.&nbsp; Have it put on a cab instantly.&nbsp; I
+am in fearful haste.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He hurried to obey, marvelling at these changes, but not
+daring to trouble her with questions; and when the cab had been
+brought round, and the box mounted on the front, she passed a
+little way off upon the pavement and beckoned him to follow.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Now,&rsquo; said she, still in those mechanical and
+hushed tones that had at first affected him, &lsquo;you must go
+on to Holyhead alone; go on board the steamer; and if you see a
+man in tartan trousers and a pink scarf, say to him that all has
+been put off: if not,&rsquo; she added, with a sobbing sigh,
+&lsquo;it does not matter.&nbsp; So, good-bye.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Teresa,&rsquo; said Harry, &lsquo;get into your cab,
+and I will go along with you.&nbsp; You are in some distress,
+perhaps some danger; and till I know the whole, not even you can
+make me leave you.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You will not?&rsquo; she asked.&nbsp; &lsquo;O Harry,
+it were better!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I will not,&rsquo; said Harry stoutly.</p>
+<p>She looked at him for a moment through her veil; took his hand
+suddenly and sharply, but more as if in fear than tenderness; and
+still holding him, walked to the cab-door.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Where are we to drive?&rsquo; asked Harry.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Home, quickly,&rsquo; she answered; &lsquo;double
+fare!&rsquo;&nbsp; And as soon as they had both mounted to their
+places, the vehicle crazily trundled from the station.</p>
+<p>Teresa leaned back in a corner.&nbsp; The whole way Harry
+could perceive her tears to flow under her veil; but she
+vouchsafed no explanation.&nbsp; At the door of the house in
+Queen Square, both alighted; and the cabman lowered the box,
+which Harry, glad to display his strength, received upon his
+shoulders.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Let the man take it,&rsquo; she whispered.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Let the man take it.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I will do no such thing,&rsquo; said Harry cheerfully;
+and having paid the fare, he followed Teresa through the door
+which she had opened with her key.&nbsp; The landlady and maid
+were gone upon their morning errands; the house was empty and
+still; and as the rattling of the cab died away down Gloucester
+Street, and Harry continued to ascend the stair with his burthen,
+he heard close against his shoulders the same faint and muffled
+ticking as before.&nbsp; The lady, still preceding him, opened
+the door of her room, and helped him to lower the box tenderly in
+the corner by the window.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And now,&rsquo; said Harry, &lsquo;what is
+wrong?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You will not go away?&rsquo; she cried, with a sudden
+break in her voice and beating her hands together in the very
+agony of impatience.&nbsp; &lsquo;O Harry, Harry, go away!&nbsp;
+Oh, go, and leave me to the fate that I deserve!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The fate?&rsquo; repeated Harry.&nbsp; &lsquo;What is
+this?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No fate,&rsquo; she resumed.&nbsp; &lsquo;I do not know
+what I am saying.&nbsp; But I wish to be alone.&nbsp; You may
+come back this evening, Harry; come again when you like; but
+leave me now, only leave me now!&rsquo;&nbsp; And then suddenly,
+&lsquo;I have an errand,&rsquo; she exclaimed; &lsquo;you cannot
+refuse me that!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No,&rsquo; replied Harry, &lsquo;you have no
+errand.&nbsp; You are in grief or danger.&nbsp; Lift your veil
+and tell me what it is.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Then,&rsquo; she said, with a sudden composure,
+&lsquo;you leave but one course open to me.&rsquo;&nbsp; And
+raising the veil, she showed him a countenance from which every
+trace of colour had fled, eyes marred with weeping, and a brow on
+which resolve had conquered fear.&nbsp; &lsquo;Harry,&rsquo; she
+began, &lsquo;I am not what I seem.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You have told me that before,&rsquo; said Harry,
+&lsquo;several times.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;O Harry, Harry,&rsquo; she cried, &lsquo;how you shame
+me!&nbsp; But this is the God&rsquo;s truth.&nbsp; I am a
+dangerous and wicked girl.&nbsp; My name is Clara Luxmore.&nbsp;
+I was never nearer Cuba than Penzance.&nbsp; From first to last I
+have cheated and played with you.&nbsp; And what I am I dare not
+even name to you in words.&nbsp; Indeed, until to-day, until the
+sleepless watches of last night, I never grasped the depth and
+foulness of my guilt.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The young man looked upon her aghast.&nbsp; Then a generous
+current poured along his veins.&nbsp; &lsquo;That is all
+one,&rsquo; he said.&nbsp; &lsquo;If you be all you say, you have
+the greater need of me.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Is it possible,&rsquo; she exclaimed, &lsquo;that I
+have schemed in vain?&nbsp; And will nothing drive you from this
+house of death?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Of death?&rsquo; he echoed.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Death!&rsquo; she cried: &lsquo;death!&nbsp; In that
+box that you have dragged about London and carried on your
+defenceless shoulders, sleep, at the trigger&rsquo;s mercy, the
+destroying energies of dynamite.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My God!&rsquo; cried Harry.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah!&rsquo; she continued wildly, &lsquo;will you flee
+now?&nbsp; At any moment you may hear the click that sounds the
+ruin of this building.&nbsp; I was sure M&rsquo;Guire was wrong;
+this morning, before day, I flew to Zero; he confirmed my fears;
+I beheld you, my beloved Harry, fall a victim to my own
+contrivances.&nbsp; I knew then I loved you&mdash;Harry, will you
+go now?&nbsp; Will you not spare me this unwilling
+crime?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Harry remained speechless, his eyes fixed upon the box: at
+last he turned to her.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Is it,&rsquo; he asked hoarsely, &lsquo;an infernal
+machine?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Her lips formed the word &lsquo;Yes,&rsquo; which her voice
+refused to utter.</p>
+<p>With fearful curiosity, he drew near and bent above the box;
+in that still chamber, the ticking was distinctly audible; and at
+the measured sound, the blood flowed back upon his heart.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;For whom?&rsquo; he asked.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What matters it,&rsquo; she cried, seizing him by the
+arm.&nbsp; &lsquo;If you may still be saved, what matter
+questions?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;God in heaven!&rsquo; cried Harry.&nbsp; &lsquo;And the
+Children&rsquo;s Hospital!&nbsp; At whatever cost, this damned
+contrivance must be stopped!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It cannot,&rsquo; she gasped.&nbsp; &lsquo;The power of
+man cannot avert the blow.&nbsp; But you, Harry&mdash;you, my
+beloved&mdash;you may still&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>And then from the box that lay so quietly in the corner, a
+sudden catch was audible, like the catch of a clock before it
+strikes the hour.&nbsp; For one second the two stared at each
+other with lifted brows and stony eyes.&nbsp; Then Harry,
+throwing one arm over his face, with the other clutched the girl
+to his breast and staggered against the wall.</p>
+<p>A dull and startling thud resounded through the room; their
+eyes blinked against the coming horror; and still clinging
+together like drowning people, they fell to the floor.&nbsp; Then
+followed a prolonged and strident hissing as from the indignant
+pit; an offensive stench seized them by the throat; the room was
+filled with dense and choking fumes.</p>
+<p>Presently these began a little to disperse: and when at length
+they drew themselves, all limp and shaken, to a sitting posture,
+the first object that greeted their vision was the box reposing
+uninjured in its corner, but still leaking little wreaths of
+vapour round the lid.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh, poor Zero!&rsquo; cried the girl, with a strange
+sobbing laugh.&nbsp; &lsquo;Alas, poor Zero!&nbsp; This will
+break his heart!&rsquo;</p>
+<h2><!-- page 286--><a name="page286"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 286</span><i>THE SUPERFLUOUS MANSION</i><br />
+(<i>Concluded</i>)</h2>
+<p>Somerset ran straight upstairs; the door of the drawing-room,
+contrary to all custom, was unlocked; and bursting in, the young
+man found Zero seated on a sofa in an attitude of singular
+dejection.&nbsp; Close beside him stood an untasted grog, the
+mark of strong preoccupation.&nbsp; The room besides was in
+confusion: boxes had been tumbled to and fro; the floor was
+strewn with keys and other implements; and in the midst of this
+disorder lay a lady&rsquo;s glove.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I have come,&rsquo; cried Somerset, &lsquo;to make an
+end of this.&nbsp; Either you will instantly abandon all your
+schemes, or (cost what it may) I will denounce you to the
+police.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah!&rsquo; replied Zero, slowly shaking his head.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;You are too late, dear fellow!&nbsp; I am already at the
+end of all my hopes, and fallen to be a laughing-stock and
+mockery.&nbsp; My reading,&rsquo; he added, with a gentle
+despondency of manner, &lsquo;has not been much among romances;
+yet I recall from one a phrase that depicts my present state with
+critical exactitude; and you behold me sitting here &ldquo;like a
+burst drum.&rdquo;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What has befallen you?&rsquo; cried Somerset.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My last batch,&rsquo; returned the plotter wearily,
+&lsquo;like all the others, is a hollow mockery and a
+fraud.&nbsp; In vain do I combine the elements; in vain adjust
+the springs; and I have now arrived at such a pitch of
+disconsideration that (except yourself, dear fellow) I do not
+know a soul that I can face.&nbsp; My subordinates themselves
+have turned upon me.&nbsp; What language have I heard to-day,
+what illiberality of sentiment, what pungency of
+expression!&nbsp; She came once; I could have pardoned that, for
+she was moved; but she returned, returned to announce to me this
+crushing blow; and, Somerset, she was very inhumane.&nbsp; Yes,
+dear fellow, I have drunk a bitter cup; the speech of females is
+remarkable for . . . well, well!&nbsp; Denounce me, if you will;
+you but denounce the dead.&nbsp; I am extinct.&nbsp; It is
+strange how, at this supreme crisis of my life, I should be
+haunted by quotations from works of an inexact and even fanciful
+description; but here,&rsquo; he added, &lsquo;is another:
+&ldquo;Othello&rsquo;s occupation&rsquo;s gone.&rdquo;&nbsp; Yes,
+dear Somerset, it is gone; I am no more a dynamiter; and how, I
+ask you, after having tasted of these joys, am I to condescend to
+a less glorious life?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I cannot describe how you relieve me,&rsquo; returned
+Somerset, sitting down on one of several boxes that had been
+drawn out into the middle of the floor.&nbsp; &lsquo;I had
+conceived a sort of maudlin toleration for your character; I have
+a great distaste, besides, for anything in the nature of a duty;
+and upon both grounds, your news delights me.&nbsp; But I seem to
+perceive,&rsquo; he added, &lsquo;a certain sound of ticking in
+this box.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Yes,&rsquo; replied Zero, with the same slow weariness
+of manner, &lsquo;I have set several of them going.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My God!&rsquo; cried Somerset, bounding to his
+feet.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Machines?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Machines!&rsquo; returned the plotter bitterly.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Machines indeed!&nbsp; I blush to be their author.&nbsp;
+Alas!&rsquo; he said, burying his face in his hands, &lsquo;that
+I should live to say it!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madman!&rsquo; cried Somerset, shaking him by the
+arm.&nbsp; &lsquo;What am I to understand?&nbsp; Have you,
+indeed, set these diabolical contrivances in motion? and do we
+stay here to be blown up?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;&ldquo;Hoist with his own petard?&rdquo;&rsquo;
+returned the plotter musingly.&nbsp; &lsquo;One more quotation:
+strange!&nbsp; But indeed my brain is struck with numbness.&nbsp;
+Yes, dear boy, I have, as you say, put my contrivance in
+motion.&nbsp; The one on which you are sitting, I have timed for
+half an hour.&nbsp; Yon other&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Half an hour!&mdash;&rsquo; echoed Somerset, dancing
+with trepidation.&nbsp; &lsquo;Merciful Heavens, in half an
+hour?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Dear fellow, why so much excitement?&rsquo; inquired
+Zero.&nbsp; &lsquo;My dynamite is not more dangerous than toffy;
+had I an only child, I would give it him to play with.&nbsp; You
+see this brick?&rsquo; he continued, lifting a cake of the
+infernal compound from the laboratory-table.&nbsp; &lsquo;At a
+touch it should explode, and that with such unconquerable energy
+as should bestrew the square with ruins.&nbsp; Well now,
+behold!&nbsp; I dash it on the floor.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset sprang forward, and with the strength of the very
+ecstasy of terror, wrested the brick from his possession.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Heavens!&rsquo; he cried, wiping his brow; and then with
+more care than ever mother handled her first-born withal,
+gingerly transported the explosive to the far end of the
+apartment: the plotter, his arms once more fallen to his side,
+dispiritedly watching him.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It was entirely harmless,&rsquo; he sighed.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;They describe it as burning like tobacco.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;In the name of fortune,&rsquo; cried Somerset,
+&lsquo;what have I done to you, or what have you done to
+yourself, that you should persist in this insane behaviour?&nbsp;
+If not for your own sake, then for mine, let us depart from this
+doomed house, where I profess I have not the heart to leave you;
+and then, if you will take my advice, and if your determination
+be sincere, you will instantly quit this city, where no further
+occupation can detain you.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Such, dear fellow, was my own design,&rsquo; replied
+the plotter.&nbsp; &lsquo;I have, as you observe, no further
+business here; and once I have packed a little bag, I shall ask
+you to share a frugal meal, to go with me as far as to the
+station, and see the last of a broken-hearted man.&nbsp; And
+yet,&rsquo; he added, looking on the boxes with a lingering
+regret, &lsquo;I should have liked to make quite certain.&nbsp; I
+cannot but suspect my underlings of some mismanagement; it may be
+fond, but yet I cherish that idea: it may be the weakness of a
+man of science, but yet,&rsquo; he cried, rising into some
+energy, &lsquo;I will never, I cannot if I try, believe that my
+poor dynamite has had fair usage!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Five minutes!&rsquo; said Somerset, glancing with
+horror at the timepiece.&nbsp; &lsquo;If you do not instantly
+buckle to your bag, I leave you.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;A few necessaries,&rsquo; returned Zero, &lsquo;only a
+few necessaries, dear Somerset, and you behold me
+ready.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>He passed into the bedroom, and after an interval which seemed
+to draw out into eternity for his unfortunate companion, he
+returned, bearing in his hand an open Gladstone bag.&nbsp; His
+movements were still horribly deliberate, and his eyes lingered
+gloatingly on his dear boxes, as he moved to and fro about the
+drawing-room, gathering a few small trifles.&nbsp; Last of all,
+he lifted one of the squares of dynamite.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Put that down!&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;If
+what you say be true, you have no call to load yourself with that
+ungodly contraband.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Merely a curiosity, dear boy,&rsquo; he said
+persuasively, and slipped the brick into his bag; &lsquo;merely a
+memento of the past&mdash;ah, happy past, bright past!&nbsp; You
+will not take a touch of spirits? no?&nbsp; I find you very
+abstemious.&nbsp; Well,&rsquo; he added, &lsquo;if you have
+really no curiosity to await the event&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I!&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;My blood boils
+to get away.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well, then,&rsquo; said Zero, &lsquo;I am ready; I
+would I could say, willing; but thus to leave the scene of my
+sublime endeavours&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Without further parley, Somerset seized him by the arm, and
+dragged him downstairs; the hall-door shut with a clang on the
+deserted mansion; and still towing his laggardly companion, the
+young man sped across the square in the Oxford Street
+direction.&nbsp; They had not yet passed the corner of the
+garden, when they were arrested by a dull thud of an
+extraordinary amplitude of sound, accompanied and followed by a
+shattering <i>fracas</i>.&nbsp; Somerset turned in time to see
+the mansion rend in twain, vomit forth flames and smoke, and
+instantly collapse into its cellars.&nbsp; At the same moment, he
+was thrown violently to the ground.&nbsp; His first glance was
+towards Zero.&nbsp; The plotter had but reeled against the garden
+rail; he stood there, the Gladstone bag clasped tight upon his
+heart, his whole face radiant with relief and gratitude; and the
+young man heard him murmur to himself: &lsquo;<i>Nunc
+dimittis</i>, <i>nunc dimittis</i>!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The consternation of the populace was indescribable; the whole
+of Golden Square was alive with men, women, and children, running
+wildly to and fro, and like rabbits in a warren, dashing in and
+out of the house doors.&nbsp; And under favour of this confusion,
+Somerset dragged away the lingering plotter.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It was grand,&rsquo; he continued to murmur: &lsquo;it
+was indescribably grand.&nbsp; Ah, green Erin, green Erin, what a
+day of glory! and oh, my calumniated dynamite, how triumphantly
+hast thou prevailed!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Suddenly a shade crossed his face; and pausing in the middle
+of the footway, he consulted the dial of his watch.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Good God!&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;how mortifying! seven
+minutes too early!&nbsp; The dynamite surpassed my hopes; but the
+clockwork, fickle clockwork, has once more betrayed me.&nbsp;
+Alas, can there be no success unmixed with failure? and must even
+this red-letter day be chequered by a shadow?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Incomparable ass!&rsquo; said Somerset, &lsquo;what
+have you done?&nbsp; Blown up the house of an unoffending old
+lady, and the whole earthly property of the only person who is
+fool enough to befriend you!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You do not understand these matters,&rsquo; replied
+Zero, with an air of great dignity.&nbsp; &lsquo;This will shake
+England to the heart.&nbsp; Gladstone, the truculent old man,
+will quail before the pointing finger of revenge.&nbsp; And now
+that my dynamite is proved effective&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Heavens, you remind me!&rsquo; ejaculated
+Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;That brick in your bag must be instantly
+disposed of.&nbsp; But how?&nbsp; If we could throw it in the
+river&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;A torpedo,&rsquo; cried Zero, brightening, &lsquo;a
+torpedo in the Thames!&nbsp; Superb, dear fellow!&nbsp; I
+recognise in you the marks of an accomplished anarch.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;True!&rsquo; returned Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;It cannot
+so be done; and there is no help but you must carry it away with
+you.&nbsp; Come on, then, and let me at once consign you to a
+train.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Nay, nay, dear boy,&rsquo; protested Zero.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;There is now no call for me to leave.&nbsp; My character
+is now reinstated; my fame brightens; this is the best thing I
+have done yet; and I see from here the ovations that await the
+author of the Golden Square Atrocity.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My young friend,&rsquo; returned the other, &lsquo;I
+give you your choice.&nbsp; I will either see you safe on board a
+train or safe in gaol.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Somerset, this is unlike you!&rsquo; said the
+chymist.&nbsp; &lsquo;You surprise me, Somerset.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I shall considerably more surprise you at the next
+police office,&rsquo; returned Somerset, with something bordering
+on rage.&nbsp; &lsquo;For on one point my mind is settled: either
+I see you packed off to America, brick and all, or else you dine
+in prison.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You have perhaps neglected one point,&rsquo; returned
+the unoffended Zero: &lsquo;for, speaking as a philosopher, I
+fail to see what means you can employ to force me.&nbsp; The
+will, my dear fellow&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Now, see here,&rsquo; interrupted Somerset.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;You are ignorant of anything but science, which I can
+never regard as being truly knowledge; I, sir, have studied life;
+and allow me to inform you that I have but to raise my hand and
+voice&mdash;here in this street&mdash;and the
+mob&mdash;&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Good God in heaven, Somerset,&rsquo; cried Zero,
+turning deadly white and stopping in his walk, &lsquo;great God
+in heaven, what words are these?&nbsp; Oh, not in jest, not even
+in jest, should they be used!&nbsp; The brutal mob, the savage
+passions . . . Somerset, for God&rsquo;s sake, a
+public-house!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset considered him with freshly awakened curiosity.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;This is very interesting,&rsquo; said he.&nbsp; &lsquo;You
+recoil from such a death?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Who would not?&rsquo; asked the plotter.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And to be blown up by dynamite,&rsquo; inquired the
+young man, &lsquo;doubtless strikes you as a form of
+euthanasia?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Pardon me,&rsquo; returned Zero: &lsquo;I own, and
+since I have braved it daily in my professional career, I own it
+even with pride: it is a death unusually distasteful to the mind
+of man.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;One more question,&rsquo; said Somerset: &lsquo;you
+object to Lynch Law? why?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is assassination,&rsquo; said the plotter calmly,
+but with eyebrows a little lifted, as in wonder at the
+question.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Shake hands with me,&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Thank God, I have now no ill-feeling left; and though you
+cannot conceive how I burn to see you on the gallows, I can quite
+contentedly assist at your departure.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I do not very clearly take your meaning,&rsquo; said
+Zero, &lsquo;but I am sure you mean kindly.&nbsp; As to my
+departure, there is another point to be considered.&nbsp; I have
+neglected to supply myself with funds; my little all has perished
+in what history will love to relate under the name of the Golden
+Square Atrocity; and without what is coarsely if vigorously
+called stamps, you must be well aware it is impossible for me to
+pass the ocean.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;For me,&rsquo; said Somerset, &lsquo;you have now
+ceased to be a man.&nbsp; You have no more claim upon me than a
+door scraper; but the touching confusion of your mind disarms me
+from extremities.&nbsp; Until to-day, I always thought stupidity
+was funny; I now know otherwise; and when I look upon your idiot
+face, laughter rises within me like a deadly sickness, and the
+tears spring up into my eyes as bitter as blood.&nbsp; What
+should this portend?&nbsp; I begin to doubt; I am losing faith in
+scepticism.&nbsp; Is it possible,&rsquo; he cried, in a kind of
+horror of himself&mdash;&lsquo;is it conceivable that I believe
+in right and wrong?&nbsp; Already I have found myself, with
+incredulous surprise, to be the victim of a prejudice of personal
+honour.&nbsp; And must this change proceed?&nbsp; Have you robbed
+me of my youth?&nbsp; Must I fall, at my time of life, into the
+Common Banker?&nbsp; But why should I address that head of
+wood?&nbsp; Let this suffice.&nbsp; I dare not let you stay among
+women and children; I lack the courage to denounce you, if by any
+means I may avoid it; you have no money: well then, take mine,
+and go; and if ever I behold your face after to-day, that day
+will be your last.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Under the circumstances,&rsquo; replied Zero, &lsquo;I
+scarce see my way to refuse your offer.&nbsp; Your expressions
+may pain, they cannot surprise me; I am aware our point of view
+requires a little training, a little moral hygiene, if I may so
+express it; and one of the points that has always charmed me in
+your character is this delightful frankness.&nbsp; As for the
+small advance, it shall be remitted you from
+Philadelphia.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It shall not,&rsquo; said Somerset.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Dear fellow, you do not understand,&rsquo; returned the
+plotter.&nbsp; &lsquo;I shall now be received with fresh
+confidence by my superiors; and my experiments will be no longer
+hampered by pitiful conditions of the purse.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What I am now about, sir, is a crime,&rsquo; replied
+Somerset; &lsquo;and were you to roll in wealth like Vanderbilt,
+I should scorn to be reimbursed of money I had so scandalously
+misapplied.&nbsp; Take it, and keep it.&nbsp; By George, sir,
+three days of you have transformed me to an ancient
+Roman.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>With these words, Somerset hailed a passing hansom; and the
+pair were driven rapidly to the railway terminus.&nbsp; There, an
+oath having been exacted, the money changed hands.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And now,&rsquo; said Somerset, &lsquo;I have bought
+back my honour with every penny I possess.&nbsp; And I thank God,
+though there is nothing before me but starvation, I am free from
+all entanglement with Mr. Zero Pumpernickel Jones.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;To starve?&rsquo; cried Zero.&nbsp; &lsquo;Dear fellow,
+I cannot endure the thought.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Take your ticket!&rsquo; returned Somerset.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I think you display temper,&rsquo; said Zero.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Take your ticket,&rsquo; reiterated the young man.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well,&rsquo; said the plotter, as he returned, ticket
+in hand, &lsquo;your attitude is so strange and painful, that I
+scarce know if I should ask you to shake hands.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;As a man, no,&rsquo; replied Somerset; &lsquo;but I
+have no objection to shake hands with you, as I might with a
+pump-well that ran poison or bell-fire.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;This is a very cold parting,&rsquo; sighed the
+dynamiter; and still followed by Somerset, he began to descend
+the platform.&nbsp; This was now bustling with passengers; the
+train for Liverpool was just about to start, another had but
+recently arrived; and the double tide made movement
+difficult.&nbsp; As the pair reached the neighbourhood of the
+bookstall, however, they came into an open space; and here the
+attention of the plotter was attracted by a <i>Standard</i>
+broadside bearing the words: &lsquo;Second Edition: Explosion in
+Golden Square.&rsquo;&nbsp; His eye lighted; groping in his
+pocket for the necessary coin, he sprang forward&mdash;his bag
+knocked sharply on the corner of the stall&mdash;and instantly,
+with a formidable report, the dynamite exploded.&nbsp; When the
+smoke cleared away the stall was seen much shattered, and the
+stall keeper running forth in terror from the ruins; but of the
+Irish patriot or the Gladstone bag no adequate remains were to be
+found.</p>
+<p>In the first scramble of the alarm, Somerset made good his
+escape, and came out upon the Euston Road, his head spinning, his
+body sick with hunger, and his pockets destitute of coin.&nbsp;
+Yet as he continued to walk the pavements, he wondered to find in
+his heart a sort of peaceful exultation, a great content, a
+sense, as it were, of divine presence and the kindliness of fate;
+and he was able to tell himself that even if the worst befell, he
+could now starve with a certain comfort since Zero was
+expunged.</p>
+<p>Late in the afternoon, he found himself at the door of Mr.
+Godall&rsquo;s shop; and being quite unmanned by his long fast,
+and scarce considering what he did, he opened the glass door and
+entered.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ha!&rsquo; said Mr. Godall, &lsquo;Mr. Somerset!&nbsp;
+Well, have you met with an adventure?&nbsp; Have you the promised
+story?&nbsp; Sit down, if you please; suffer me to choose you a
+cigar of my own special brand; and reward me with a narrative in
+your best style.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I must not take a cigar,&rsquo; said Somerset.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Indeed!&rsquo; said Mr. Godall.&nbsp; &lsquo;But now I
+come to look at you more closely, I perceive that you are
+changed.&nbsp; My poor boy, I hope there is nothing
+wrong?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Somerset burst into tears.</p>
+<h2><!-- page 299--><a name="page299"></a><span
+class="pagenum">p. 299</span><i>EPILOGUE OF THE CIGAR
+DIVAN</i></h2>
+<p>On a certain day of lashing rain in the December of last year,
+and between the hours of nine and ten in the morning, Mr. Edward
+Challoner pioneered himself under an umbrella to the door of the
+Cigar Divan in Rupert Street.&nbsp; It was a place he had visited
+but once before: the memory of what had followed on that visit
+and the fear of Somerset having prevented his return.&nbsp; Even
+now, he looked in before he entered; but the shop was free of
+customers.</p>
+<p>The young man behind the counter was so intently writing in a
+penny version-book, that he paid no heed to Challoner&rsquo;s
+arrival.&nbsp; On a second glance, it seemed to the latter that
+he recognised him.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;By Jove,&rsquo; he thought, &lsquo;unquestionably
+Somerset!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>And though this was the very man he had been so sedulously
+careful to avoid, his unexplained position at the receipt of
+custom changed distaste to curiosity.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;&ldquo;Or opulent rotunda strike the sky,&rdquo;&rsquo;
+said the shopman to himself, in the tone of one considering a
+verse.&nbsp; &lsquo;I suppose it would be too much to say
+&ldquo;orotunda,&rdquo; and yet how noble it were!&nbsp;
+&ldquo;Or opulent orotunda strike the sky.&rdquo;&nbsp; But that
+is the bitterness of arts; you see a good effect, and some
+nonsense about sense continually intervenes.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Somerset, my dear fellow,&rsquo; said Challoner,
+&lsquo;is this a masquerade?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What?&nbsp; Challoner!&rsquo; cried the shopman.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I am delighted to see you.&nbsp; One moment, till I finish
+the octave of my sonnet: only the octave.&rsquo;&nbsp; And with a
+friendly waggle of the hand, he once more buried himself in the
+commerce of the Muses.&nbsp; &lsquo;I say,&rsquo; he said
+presently, looking up, &lsquo;you seem in wonderful preservation:
+how about the hundred pounds?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I have made a small inheritance from a great aunt in
+Wales,&rsquo; replied Challoner modestly.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah,&rsquo; said Somerset, &lsquo;I very much doubt the
+legitimacy of inheritance.&nbsp; The State, in my view, should
+collar it.&nbsp; I am now going through a stage of socialism and
+poetry,&rsquo; he added apologetically, as one who spoke of a
+course of medicinal waters.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And are you really the person of
+the&mdash;establishment?&rsquo; inquired Challoner, deftly
+evading the word &lsquo;shop.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;A vendor, sir, a vendor,&rsquo; returned the other,
+pocketing his poesy.&nbsp; &lsquo;I help old Happy and
+Glorious.&nbsp; Can I offer you a weed?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well, I scarcely like . . . &rsquo; began
+Challoner.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Nonsense, my dear fellow,&rsquo; cried the
+shopman.&nbsp; &lsquo;We are very proud of the business; and the
+old man, let me inform you, besides being the most egregious of
+created beings from the point of view of ethics, is literally
+sprung from the loins of kings.&nbsp; &ldquo;<i>De Godall je suis
+le fervent</i>.&rdquo;&nbsp; There is only one Godall.&mdash;By
+the way,&rsquo; he added, as Challoner lit his cigar, &lsquo;how
+did you get on with the detective trade?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I did not try,&rsquo; said Challoner curtly.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah, well, I did,&rsquo; returned Somerset, &lsquo;and
+made the most incomparable mess of it: lost all my money and
+fairly covered myself with odium and ridicule.&nbsp; There is
+more in that business, Challoner, than meets the eye; there is
+more, in fact, in all businesses.&nbsp; You must believe in them,
+or get up the belief that you believe.&nbsp; Hence,&rsquo; he
+added, &lsquo;the recognised inferiority of the plumber, for no
+one could believe in plumbing.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;<i>A propos</i>,&rsquo; asked Challoner, &lsquo;do you
+still paint?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Not now,&rsquo; replied Paul; &lsquo;but I think of
+taking up the violin.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Challoner&rsquo;s eye, which had been somewhat restless since
+the trade of the detective had been named, now rested for a
+moment on the columns of the morning paper, where it lay spread
+upon the counter.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;By Jove,&rsquo; he cried, &lsquo;that&rsquo;s
+odd!&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What is odd?&rsquo; asked Paul.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh, nothing,&rsquo; returned the other: &lsquo;only I
+once met a person called M&rsquo;Guire.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;So did I!&rsquo; cried Somerset.&nbsp; &lsquo;Is there
+anything about him?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Challoner read as follows: &lsquo;<i>Mysterious death in
+Stepney</i>.&nbsp; An inquest was held yesterday on the body of
+Patrick M&rsquo;Guire, described as a carpenter.&nbsp; Doctor
+Dovering stated that he had for some time treated the deceased as
+a dispensary patient, for sleeplessness, loss of appetite, and
+nervous depression.&nbsp; There was no cause of death to be
+found.&nbsp; He would say the deceased had sunk.&nbsp; Deceased
+was not a temperate man, which doubtless accelerated death.&nbsp;
+Deceased complained of dumb ague, but witness had never been able
+to detect any positive disease.&nbsp; He did not know that he had
+any family.&nbsp; He regarded him as a person of unsound
+intellect, who believed himself a member and the victim of some
+secret society.&nbsp; If he were to hazard an opinion, he would
+say deceased had died of fear.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And the doctor would be right,&rsquo; cried Somerset;
+&lsquo;and my dear Challoner, I am so relieved to hear of his
+demise, that I will&mdash;Well, after all,&rsquo; he added,
+&lsquo;poor devil, he was well served.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>The door at this moment opened, and Desborough appeared upon
+the threshold.&nbsp; He was wrapped in a long waterproof,
+imperfectly supplied with buttons; his boots were full of water,
+his hat greasy with service; and yet he wore the air of one
+exceeding well content with life.&nbsp; He was hailed by the two
+others with exclamations of surprise and welcome.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And did you try the detective business?&rsquo; inquired
+Paul.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;No,&rsquo; returned Harry.&nbsp; &lsquo;Oh yes, by the
+way, I did though: twice, and got caught out both times.&nbsp;
+But I thought I should find my&mdash;my wife here?&rsquo; he
+added, with a kind of proud confusion.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What? are you married?&rsquo; cried Somerset.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh yes,&rsquo; said Harry, &lsquo;quite a long time: a
+month at least.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Money?&rsquo; asked Challoner.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That&rsquo;s the worst of it,&rsquo; Desborough
+admitted.&nbsp; &lsquo;We are deadly hard up.&nbsp; But the
+Pri--- Mr. Godall is going to do something for us.&nbsp; That is
+what brings us here.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Who was Mrs. Desborough?&rsquo; said Challoner, in the
+tone of a man of society.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;She was a Miss Luxmore,&rsquo; returned Harry.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;You fellows will be sure to like her, for she is much
+cleverer than I.&nbsp; She tells wonderful stories, too; better
+than a book.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>And just then the door opened, and Mrs. Desborough
+entered.&nbsp; Somerset cried out aloud to recognise the young
+lady of the Superfluous Mansion, and Challoner fell back a step
+and dropped his cigar as he beheld the sorceress of Chelsea.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;What!&rsquo; cried Harry, &lsquo;do you both know my
+wife?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I believe I have seen her,&rsquo; said Somerset, a
+little wildly.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I think I have met the gentleman,&rsquo; said Mrs.
+Desborough sweetly; &lsquo;but I cannot imagine where it
+was.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Oh no,&rsquo; cried Somerset fervently: &lsquo;I have
+no notion&mdash;I cannot conceive&mdash;where it could have
+been.&nbsp; Indeed,&rsquo; he continued, growing in emphasis,
+&lsquo;I think it highly probable that it&rsquo;s a
+mistake.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;And you, Challoner?&rsquo; asked Harry, &lsquo;you
+seemed to recognise her too.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;These are both friends of yours, Harry?&rsquo; said the
+lady.&nbsp; &lsquo;Delighted, I am sure.&nbsp; I do not remember
+to have met Mr. Challoner.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>Challoner was very red in the face, perhaps from having groped
+after his cigar.&nbsp; &lsquo;I do not remember to have had the
+pleasure,&rsquo; he responded huskily.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well, and Mr. Godall?&rsquo; asked Mrs. Desborough.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Are you the lady that has an appointment with
+old&mdash;&rsquo; began Somerset, and paused blushing.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;Because if so,&rsquo; he resumed, &lsquo;I was to announce
+you at once.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>And the shopman raised a curtain, opened a door, and passed
+into a small pavilion which had been added to the back of the
+house.&nbsp; On the roof, the rain resounded musically.&nbsp; The
+walls were lined with maps and prints and a few works of
+reference.&nbsp; Upon a table was a large-scale map of Egypt and
+the Soudan, and another of Tonkin, on which, by the aid of
+coloured pins, the progress of the different wars was being
+followed day by day.&nbsp; A light, refreshing odour of the most
+delicate tobacco hung upon the air; and a fire, not of foul coal,
+but of clear-flaming resinous billets, chattered upon silver
+dogs.&nbsp; In this elegant and plain apartment, Mr. Godall sat
+in a morning muse, placidly gazing at the fire and hearkening to
+the rain upon the roof.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ha, my dear Mr. Somerset,&rsquo; said he, &lsquo;and
+have you since last night adopted any fresh political
+principle?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;The lady, sir,&rsquo; said Somerset, with another
+blush.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You have seen her, I believe?&rsquo; returned Mr.
+Godall; and on Somerset&rsquo;s replying in the affirmative,
+&lsquo;You will excuse me, my dear sir,&rsquo; he resumed,
+&lsquo;if I offer you a hint.&nbsp; I think it not improbable
+this lady may desire entirely to forget the past.&nbsp; From one
+gentleman to another, no more words are necessary.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>A moment after, he had received Mrs. Desborough with that
+grave and touching urbanity that so well became him.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am pleased, madam, to welcome you to my poor
+house,&rsquo; he said; &lsquo;and shall be still more so, if what
+were else a barren courtesy and a pleasure personal to myself,
+shall prove to be of serious benefit to you and Mr.
+Desborough.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your Highness,&rsquo; replied Clara, &lsquo;I must
+begin with thanks; it is like what I have heard of you, that you
+should thus take up the case of the unfortunate; and as for my
+Harry, he is worthy of all that you can do.&rsquo;&nbsp; She
+paused.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;But for yourself?&rsquo; suggested Mr.
+Godall&mdash;&lsquo;it was thus you were about to continue, I
+believe.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You take the words out of my mouth,&rsquo; she
+said.&nbsp; &lsquo;For myself, it is different.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I am not here to be a judge of men,&rsquo; replied the
+Prince; &lsquo;still less of women.&nbsp; I am now a private
+person like yourself and many million others; but I am one who
+still fights upon the side of quiet.&nbsp; Now, madam, you know
+better than I, and God better than you, what you have done to
+mankind in the past; I pause not to inquire; it is with the
+future I concern myself, it is for the future I demand
+security.&nbsp; I would not willingly put arms into the hands of
+a disloyal combatant; and I dare not restore to wealth one of the
+levyers of a private and a barbarous war.&nbsp; I speak with some
+severity, and yet I pick my terms.&nbsp; I tell myself
+continually that you are a woman; and a voice continually reminds
+me of the children whose lives and limbs you have
+endangered.&nbsp; A woman,&rsquo; he repeated
+solemnly&mdash;&lsquo;and children.&nbsp; Possibly, madam, when
+you are yourself a mother, you will feel the bite of that
+antithesis: possibly when you kneel at night beside a cradle, a
+fear will fall upon you, heavier than any shame; and when your
+child lies in the pain and danger of disease, you shall hesitate
+to kneel before your Maker.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You look at the fault,&rsquo; she said, &lsquo;and not
+at the excuse.&nbsp; Has your own heart never leaped within you
+at some story of oppression?&nbsp; But, alas, no! for you were
+born upon a throne.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I was born of woman,&rsquo; said the Prince; &lsquo;I
+came forth from my mother&rsquo;s agony, helpless as a wren, like
+other nurselings.&nbsp; This, which you forgot, I have still
+faithfully remembered.&nbsp; Is it not one of your English poets,
+that looked abroad upon the earth and saw vast circumvallations,
+innumerable troops manoeuvring, warships at sea and a great dust
+of battles on shore; and casting anxiously about for what should
+be the cause of so many and painful preparations, spied at last,
+in the centre of all, a mother and her babe?&nbsp; These, madam,
+are my politics; and the verses, which are by Mr. Coventry
+Patmore, I have caused to be translated into the Bohemian
+tongue.&nbsp; Yes, these are my politics: to change what we can,
+to better what we can; but still to bear in mind that man is but
+a devil weakly fettered by some generous beliefs and impositions,
+and for no word however nobly sounding, and no cause however just
+and pious, to relax the stricture of these bonds.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>There was a silence of a moment.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I fear, madam,&rsquo; resumed the Prince, &lsquo;that I
+but weary you.&nbsp; My views are formal like myself; and like
+myself, they also begin to grow old.&nbsp; But I must still
+trouble you for some reply.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I can say but one thing,&rsquo; said Mrs. Desborough:
+&lsquo;I love my husband.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;It is a good answer,&rsquo; returned the Prince;
+&lsquo;and you name a good influence, but one that need not be
+conterminous with life.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I will not play at pride with such a man as you,&rsquo;
+she answered.&nbsp; &lsquo;What do you ask of me? not
+protestations, I am sure.&nbsp; What shall I say?&nbsp; I have
+done much that I cannot defend and that I would not do
+again.&nbsp; Can I say more?&nbsp; Yes: I can say this: I never
+abused myself with the muddle-headed fairy tales of
+politics.&nbsp; I was at least prepared to meet reprisals.&nbsp;
+While I was levying war myself&mdash;or levying murder, if you
+choose the plainer term&mdash;I never accused my adversaries of
+assassination.&nbsp; I never felt or feigned a righteous horror,
+when a price was put upon my life by those whom I attacked.&nbsp;
+I never called the policeman a hireling.&nbsp; I may have been a
+criminal, in short; but I never was a fool.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Enough, madam,&rsquo; returned the Prince: &lsquo;more
+than enough!&nbsp; Your words are most reviving to my spirits;
+for in this age, when even the assassin is a sentimentalist,
+there is no virtue greater in my eyes than intellectual
+clarity.&nbsp; Suffer me, then, to ask you to retire; for by the
+signal of that bell, I perceive my old friend, your mother, to be
+close at hand.&nbsp; With her I promise you to do my
+utmost.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>And as Mrs. Desborough returned to the Divan, the Prince,
+opening a door upon the other side, admitted Mrs. Luxmore.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam and my very good friend,&rsquo; said he,
+&lsquo;is my face so much changed that you no longer recognise
+Prince Florizel in Mr. Godall?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;To be sure!&rsquo; she cried, looking at him through
+her glasses.&nbsp; &lsquo;I have always regarded your Highness as
+a perfect man; and in your altered circumstances, of which I have
+already heard with deep regret, I will beg you to consider my
+respect increased instead of lessened.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I have found it so,&rsquo; returned the Prince,
+&lsquo;with every class of my acquaintance.&nbsp; But, madam, I
+pray you to be seated.&nbsp; My business is of a delicate order,
+and regards your daughter.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;In that case,&rsquo; said Mrs. Luxmore, &lsquo;you may
+save yourself the trouble of speaking, for I have fully made up
+my mind to have nothing to do with her.&nbsp; I will not hear one
+word in her defence; but as I value nothing so particularly as
+the virtue of justice, I think it my duty to explain to you the
+grounds of my complaint.&nbsp; She deserted me, her natural
+protector; for years, she has consorted with the most
+disreputable persons; and to fill the cup of her offence, she has
+recently married.&nbsp; I refuse to see her, or the being to whom
+she has linked herself.&nbsp; One hundred and twenty pounds a
+year, I have always offered her: I offer it again.&nbsp; It is
+what I had myself when I was her age.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Very well, madam,&rsquo; said the Prince; &lsquo;and be
+that so!&nbsp; But to touch upon another matter: what was the
+income of the Reverend Bernard Fanshawe?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;My father?&rsquo; asked the spirited old lady.&nbsp;
+&lsquo;I believe he had seven hundred pounds in the
+year.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;You were one, I think, of several?&rsquo; pursued the
+Prince.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Of four,&rsquo; was the reply.&nbsp; &lsquo;We were
+four daughters; and painful as the admission is to make, a more
+detestable family could scarce be found in England.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Dear me!&rsquo; said the Prince.&nbsp; &lsquo;And you,
+madam, have an income of eight thousand?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Not more than five,&rsquo; returned the old lady;
+&lsquo;but where on earth are you conducting me?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;To an allowance of one thousand pounds a year,&rsquo;
+replied Florizel, smiling.&nbsp; &lsquo;For I must not suffer you
+to take your father for a rule.&nbsp; He was poor, you are
+rich.&nbsp; He had many calls upon his poverty: there are none
+upon your wealth.&nbsp; And indeed, madam, if you will let me
+touch this matter with a needle, there is but one point in common
+to your two positions: that each had a daughter more remarkable
+for liveliness than duty.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I have been entrapped into this house,&rsquo; said the
+old lady, getting to her feet.&nbsp; &lsquo;But it shall not
+avail.&nbsp; Not all the tobacconists in Europe . . .&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Ah, madam,&rsquo; interrupted Florizel, &lsquo;before
+what is referred to as my fall, you had not used such
+language!&nbsp; And since you so much object to the simple
+industry by which I live, let me give you a friendly hint.&nbsp;
+If you will not consent to support your daughter, I shall be
+constrained to place that lady behind my counter, where I doubt
+not she would prove a great attraction; and your son-in-law shall
+have a livery and run the errands.&nbsp; With such young blood my
+business might be doubled, and I might be bound in common
+gratitude to place the name of Luxmore beside that of
+Godall.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Your Highness,&rsquo; said the old lady, &lsquo;I have
+been very rude, and you are very cunning.&nbsp; I suppose the
+minx is on the premises.&nbsp; Produce her.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Let us rather observe them unperceived,&rsquo; said the
+Prince; and so saying he rose and quietly drew back the
+curtain.</p>
+<p>Mrs. Desborough sat with her back to them on a chair; Somerset
+and Harry were hanging on her words with extraordinary interest;
+Challoner, alleging some affair, had long ago withdrawn from the
+detested neighbourhood of the enchantress.</p>
+<p>&lsquo;At that moment,&rsquo; Mrs. Desborough was saying,
+&lsquo;Mr Gladstone detected the features of his cowardly
+assailant.&nbsp; A cry rose to his lips: a cry of mingled triumph
+. . .&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;That is Mr. Somerset!&rsquo; interrupted the spirited
+old lady, in the highest note of her register.&nbsp; &lsquo;Mr.
+Somerset, what have you done with my house-property?&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Madam,&rsquo; said the Prince, &lsquo;let it be mine to
+give the explanation; and in the meanwhile, welcome your
+daughter.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;Well, Clara, how do you do?&rsquo; said Mrs.
+Luxmore.&nbsp; &lsquo;It appears I am to give you an
+allowance.&nbsp; So much the better for you.&nbsp; As for Mr.
+Somerset, I am very ready to have an explanation; for the whole
+affair, though costly, was eminently humorous.&nbsp; And at any
+rate,&rsquo; she added, nodding to Paul, &lsquo;he is a young
+gentleman for whom I have a great affection, and his pictures
+were the funniest I ever saw.&rsquo;</p>
+<p>&lsquo;I have ordered a collation,&rsquo; said the
+Prince.&nbsp; &lsquo;Mr. Somerset, as these are all your friends,
+I propose, if you please, that you should join them at
+table.&nbsp; I will take the shop.&rsquo;</p>
+<h2>Footnotes</h2>
+<p><a name="footnote9"></a><a href="#citation9"
+class="footnote">[9]</a>&nbsp; Hereupon the Arabian author enters
+on one of his digressions.&nbsp; Fearing, apparently, that the
+somewhat eccentric views of Mr. Somerset should throw discredit
+on a part of truth, he calls upon the English people to remember
+with more gratitude the services of the police; to what
+unobserved and solitary acts of heroism they are called; against
+what odds of numbers and of arms, and for how small a reward,
+either in fame or money: matter, it has appeared to the
+translators, too serious for this place.</p>
+<p><a name="footnote43"></a><a href="#citation43"
+class="footnote">[43]</a>&nbsp; In this name the accent falls
+upon the <i>e</i>; the <i>s</i> is sibilant.</p>
+<p><a name="footnote176"></a><a href="#citation176"
+class="footnote">[176]</a>&nbsp; The Arabian author of the
+original has here a long passage conceived in a style too
+oriental for the English reader.&nbsp; We subjoin a specimen, and
+it seems doubtful whether it should be printed as prose or verse:
+&lsquo;Any writard who writes dynamitard shall find in me a
+never-resting fightard;&rsquo; and he goes on (if we correctly
+gather his meaning) to object to such elegant and obviously
+correct spellings as lamp-lightard, corn-dealard, apple-filchard
+(clearly justified by the parallel&mdash;pilchard) and opera
+dancard.&nbsp; &lsquo;Dynamitist,&rsquo; he adds, &lsquo;I could
+understand.&rsquo;</p>
+<p><a name="footnote182"></a><a href="#citation182"
+class="footnote">[182]</a>&nbsp; The Arabian author, with that
+quaint particularity of touch which our translation usually
+pr&aelig;termits, here registers a somewhat interesting
+detail.&nbsp; Zero pronounced the word &lsquo;boom;&rsquo; and
+the reader, if but for the nonce, will possibly consent to follow
+him.</p>
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