CHAPTER IL

**Tn her youth There is a prone and speechless dialect— Such as moves men.”— Measure for Measure,
‘* Abbess. | Haply in private— ‘* Adriana, And in assemblies too.”—Comedy of Errors,
IT was true, as Maltravers had stated, that Legard had of late
been little at Lady Doltimore’s, or in the same society as Evelyn. With the vehemence of an ardent and passionate nature, he yielded to the jealous rage and grief that devoured him He saw too clearly, and from the first, that Maltravers adored _ Evelyn; and, in her familiar kindness of manner towards him, in the unlimited veneration in which she appeared to hold his gifts and qualities, he thought that that love might become reciprocal. He became gloomy and almost morose ; — he shunned Evelyn—he forbore to enter into the lists against his rival. Perhaps the intellectual superiority of Maltravers— the extraordinary conversational brilliancy that he could display when he pleased—the commanding dignity of his manners— even the matured authority of his reputation and years, might have served to awe the hopes, as well as to wound the vanity, of
a man accustomed himself to be the oracle of a circle. These —
might have strongly influenced Legard in withdrawing himself from. Evelyn’s society ; but there was one circumstance, connected with motives much more generous, that mainly determined his conduct. It happened that Maltravers, shortly after his first interview with Evelyn, was riding alone one day in the more sequestered part of the Bois de Boulogne, when he encountered Legard, also alone, and on horseback. The latter, on succeeding to his uncle’s fortune, had taken care to repay his debt to Maltravers : he had done so in a short but feeling and grateful letter, which had been forwarded to Maltravers at Paris, and
which pleased and touched him. Since that time he had taken —
a liking to the young man, and now, meeting him at Paris, he
t, to acertain extent, Legard’s more inti mate acquaintance. _ Maltravers was in that happy mood when we are inclined to be friends with all men. It is true, however, that, though unknown > _ to himself, that pride of bearing, which often gave to the very _ virtues of Maltravers an unamiable aspect, occasionally irritated one who felt he had incurred to him an obligation of honour and of life never to be effaced; it made the sense of this obligation more intolerable to Legard; it made him more desirous to
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_much cordiality in the greeting of Maltravers,.and he pressed _ Legard in so friendly a manner to join him in his ride, that the young man’s heart was softened and they rode together, con- versing familiarly on such topics as were in common between them. At last the conversation fell on Lord and Lady Doltimore: and thence Maltravers, whose soul was full of one thought, turned it indirectly towards Evelyn,
“Did you ever see Lady Vargrave?”
“Never,” replied Legard, looking another way; “but Lady Doltimore says she is as beautiful as Evelyn herself, if that be possible; and still so young in form and countenance, that she looks rather like her sister than her mother !”
“How I should like to know her!” said Maltravers, with a - sudden energy.
Legard changed the subject. He spoke of the Carnival—of balls—of masquerades—of operas—of reigning beauties!
« Ah!” said Maltravers, with a half sigh, “ yours is the age for those dazzling pleasures ; to me they are, ‘the twice-told tale.’ ”
Maltravers meant it not, but this remark chafed Legard. He
- thought it conveyed a sarcasm on the childishness of his own mind, or the levity of his pursuits; his colour mounted, as he replied, _ “Tt is not, I fear, the slight difference of years between us, it is the difference of intellect you would insinuate ; but you should remember all men have not your resources; all men cannot pretend to genius!”
“My dear Legard,” said Maltravers, kindly, “do not fancy that I could have designed any insinuation half so presumptuous and impertinent. Believe me, I envy you, sincerely and sadly
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all those faculties of enjoyment which I have worn away. Oh, how I envy you! for, were they still mine, then—then, indeed, ¥ might hope to mould myself into greater congeniality with the beautiful and the young!”
Maltravers paused a moment, and resumed, with a grave smile: “I trust, Legard, that you will be wiser than I have been ; that you will gather your roses while it is yet May: and that you will not live to thirty-six, pining for happiness and home, a disappointed and desolate man; till, when your ideal is at last found, you shrink back appalled, to discover that you have lost none of the tendencies to love, but many of the graces by which love is to be allured!”
There was so much serious and earnest feeling in these words _ that they went home at once to Legard’s sympathies. He felt — irresistibly impelled to learn the worst.
“ Maltravers!” said he, in a hurried tone, “it would be an idle compliment to say that you are not likely to love in vain; perhaps it is indelicate in me to apply a general remark; and yet—yet I cannot but fancy that I have discovered your secret, and that you are not insensible to the charms of Miss Cameron!”
“Legard!” said Maltravers,—and so strong was his fervent attachment to Evelyn, that it swept away all his natural cold- ness and reserve,—“I tell you plainly and frankly, that in my love for Evelyn Cameron lie the last hopes I have in life. I have no thought, no ambition, no sentiment that is not vowed to her. If my love should be unreturned,—I may strive to endure _ the blow—I may mix with the world—I may seem to occupy myself in the aims of others—but my heart will be broken! Let us talk of this no more—you have surprised my secret, thoughit _ must have betrayed itself. Learn from me how preternaturally strong—how generally fatal is love deferred to that day when— in the stern growth of all the feelings—love writes itself on granite!”
Maltravers, as if impatient of his own weakness, put spurs to his horse, and they rode on rapidly for some time without speaking.
That silence was employed by Legard in meditating over all he had heard and witnessed—in recalling all that he owed to
-Maltravers ; and before that silence was Sues the young man — ~ nobly aolved not even to attempt, not even to hope, a rivalry _ with Maltravers ; to forego all the expectations he had so fondly _ nursed—to Sh souk himself from the company of Evelyn—to _ requite faithfully and firmly that act of generosity to which he
_ owed the preservation of his life—the redemption of his honour.
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_ those haunts in which Evelyn shone; and if accident brought
_ them together, his manner was Bhat and abrupt. She
a wondered—at last, perhaps she resented,—it may be that *she
_ grieved; for certain it is that Maltravers was right in thinking
_ that her manner had lost the gaiety that distinguished it at
Merton Rectory. But still it may be doubted whether Evelyn
__ had seen enough of Legard, and whether her fancy and romance
_ were still sufficiently free from the magical influences of the
genius that called them forth in the eloquent homage of
_ Maltravers, to trace, herself, to any causes connected with her
_ younger lover, the listless melancholy that crept over her. In _ very young women—new alike to the world and the knowledge of
_ themselves—many vague and undefined feelings herald the dawn
: of Love ; shade after shade and light upon light succeeds before
the sun breaks forth, and the earth awakens to his presence.
. It was one evening that Legard had suffered himself to be
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- led into a party at the —— ambassador’s; and there, as he stood by the door, he saw at a little distance Maltravers con-
versing with Evelyn. Again he writhed beneath the tortures _ of his jealous anguish; and there, as he gazed and suffered, he resolved (as Maltravers had done before him) to fly from the place that had a little while ago seemed to him Elysium! He would quit Paris—he would travel—he would not see Evelyn again till the irrevocable barrier was passed, and she was the wife of Maltravers! In the first heat of this deter- _ mination, he turned towards some young men standing near _him,—one of whom was about to visit Vienna. He gaily _ proposed to join him—a proposal readily accepted, and began conversing on the journey, the city, its splendid and proud ociety, with all that cruel exhilaration which the forced spirits of a stricken heart can alone display, when Evelyn (whose
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conference with Maltravers was ended) passed close oy him, | She was leaning on Lady Doltimore’s arm, and the admiring murmur of his companions caused Legard to turn suddenly — round.
“You are not dancing to-night, Colonel Legard,” said Caroline, glancing towards Evelyn. “The more the season for balls advances, the more indolent you become.”
Legard muttered a confused reply, one half of which seemed petulant, while the other half was inaudible.
“Not so indolent as you suppose,” said his friend. “ Legard
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“meditates an excursion sufficient, I hope, to redeem his character
in your eyes. It is a long journey, and, what is worse, a very cold journey, to Vienna.”
“Vienna !—do you think of going to Vienna?” cried Caroline.
“Yes,” said Legard. “I hate Paris; any place better than this odious city!” and he moved away.
Evelyn’s eyes followed him sadly and gravely. She remained by Lady Doltimore’s side, abstracted and silent for several minutes.
Meanwhile Caroline, turning to Lord Devonport (the friend who had proposed the Viennese excursion), said, “It is cruel in you to go to Vienna,—it is doubly cruel to rob Lord Doltimore of his best friend, and Paris of its best waltzer.”
“Oh, it is a voluntary offer of Legard’s, Lady Doltimore,— believe me, I have used no persuasive arts. But the fact is, that we have been talking of a fair widow, the beauty of Austria, — and as proud and as unassailable as Ehrenbreitstein itself. Legard’s vanity is piqued —and so—as a professed lady-killer —he intends to see what can be effected by the handsomest Englishman of his time.”
Caroline laughed,— and new claimants on her notice succeeded to Lord Devonport. It was not till the ladies were waiting their carriage in the shawl-room, that Lady Doltimore noticed the paleness and thoughtful brow of Evelyn.
“ Are you fatigued or unwell, dear?” she said.
“No,” answered Evelyn, forcing a smile—and at that moment they were joined by Maltravers, with the intelligence that it
“would be some minutes before the carriage could draw up.
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Caroline amused herself in the interval by shrewd criticisms
onthe dresses and characters of her various friends. Caroline —
had grown an amazing prude in her judgment of others! “What a turban !—prudent for Mrs. A to wear—bright
_ Maltravers, do observe Lady B—— with that very young _ gentleman. After all her experience in angling, it is odd _ that she should still only throw in for small fish. Pray, why is the marriage between Lady C D and Mr. F broken off? Is it true that he is so much in debt ?—and is so -very—very profligate? They say she is heart-broken.” “Really, Lady Doltimore,” said Maltravers, smiling, “I am _ but a bad scandal-monger. But poor F—— is not, I believe, - much worse than others. How do we know whose fault it is when a marriage is broken off? Lady C D heart- _ broken !—what an idea! Nowadays there is never any affection _ in compacts of that sort; and the chain that binds the frivolous nature is but a gossamer thread! Fine gentlemen and fine ladies !—their loves and their marriages
seis May flourish and may fade— A breath may make them, as a breath has made,’
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Never believe that a heart long accustomed to beat only in good society can be broken—it is rarely ever touched !”
Evelyn listened attentively and seemed struck. She sighed, and said in a very low voice, as to herself, “It is true—how could I think otherwise ?”
For the next few days Evelyn was unwell, and did not quit her room. Maltravers was in despair. The flowers—the books —the music he sent—his anxious inquiries, his earnest and re- -spectful notes—touched with that ineffable charm which Heart and Intellect breathe into the most trifling coinage from their mint—all affected Evelyn sensibly ;—perhaps she contrasted them with Legard’s indifference and apparent caprice ;—perhaps _ in that contrast Maltravers gained more than by all his brilliant qualities. Meanwhile, without visit—without message—without farewell—unconscious, it is true, of Evelyn’s illness,—Legard
departed for Vienna.
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