CHAPTER IV.

‘¢My noble lord, Your worthy friends do lack you."—Macbeth.
‘¢ He is about it ; The doors are open.” —Jéid.
ON quitting Lady Doltimore’s house, Lumley drove to his hotel. His secretary had been the bearer of other communica- tions, with the nature of which he had not yet acquainted himself. But he saw by the superscriptions that they were Of 2 great importance. Still, however, even in the solitude and oe privacy of his own chamber, it was not on the instant that he could divert his thoughts from the ruin of his fortunes: the loss not only of Evelyn’s property, but his own claims upon it (for
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_ wreck of his grand scheme—the triumph he had afforded to
Maltravers! He ground his teeth in impotent rage, and groaned ©
aloud, as he traversed his room with hasty and uneven strides,
the whole capital had been placed in Douce’s hands)—the total .
At last he paused and muttered, “ Well, the spider toils on even _
when its very power of weaving fresh webs is exhausted ; it lies |
in wait—it forces itself into the webs of others. Brave insect,
thou art my model! While I have breath in my body, the world —
_and all its crosses—Fortune and all her malignity—shall not prevail against me! What man ever yet failed until he himselr grew craven, and sold his soul to the arch fiend, Despair! ’Tis
but a girl and a fortune lost—they were gallantly fought for, that
is some comfort. Now to what is yet left to me!” The first letter Lumley opened was from Lord Saxingham. It filled him with dismay. The question at issue had been
formally, but abruptly, decided in the cabinet against Vargrave ~
and his manceuvres. Some hasty expressions of Lord Saxingham had been instantly caught at by the premier, and a resignation, rather hinted at than declared, had been peremptorily accepted.
Lord Saxingham and Lumley’s adherents in the government _ were to a man dismissed ; and, at the time Lord Saxingham —
wrote the premier was with the king.
“Curse their folly!—the puppets!—the dolts!” exclaimed Lumley, crushing the letter in his hand. “The moment I leave them, they run their heads against the wall. Curse them—curse
myself—curse the man who weaves ropes with sand! Nothing
—nothing left for me, but exile or suicide! Stay, what is this?” His eye fell on the well-known handwriting of the premier. He tore the envelope, impatient to know the worst. His eyes sparkled as he proceeded. The letter was most courteous, most
complimentary, most wooing. The minister was a manconsum- _ mately versed in the arts that increase, as well as those which purge, a party. Saxingham and his friends were imbeciles—
incapables—mostly men who had outlived their day. But Lord Vargrave, in the prime of life—versatile, accomplished, vigorous, bitter, unscrupulous—Vargrave was of another mould—vVargrave
was to be dreaded ; and, therefore, if possible, to be retained. His powers of mischief were unquestionably increased by the _
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versal talk of London, that he was about soon to wed so | salthy a lady. The minister knew his man. In terms of — affected regret, 1G ee sustain in the services of Lord Saxingham, &c.,—he rejoiced that Lord Vargrave’s absence from London had prevented his being prematurely mixed up, by false scruples of honour, in secessions _ which his judgment must condemn. He treated of the question _
dispute with the most delicate address—confessed the reason- bleness of Lord Vargrave’s former opposition to it; but con-— nded that it was now, if not wise, inevitable. He said nothing f the justice of the measure he proposed to adopt, but much on 1e expediency. He concluded by offering to Vargrave, in the ost cordial and flattering terms, the very seat in the cabinet hich Lord Saxingham had vacated, with an apology for its nadequacy to his lordship’s merits, and a distinct and definite promise of the refusal of the gorgeous viceroyalty of India—which would be vacant next year by the return of the present governor- general.
Unprincipled as Vargrave was, it is not, perhaps, judging him - oo mildly to say that, had he succeeded in obtaining Evelyn’s hand and fortune, he would have shrunk from the baseness he ow meditated. To step coldly into the very post of which he, nd he alone had been the cause of depriving his earliest patron and nearest relative—to profit by the betrayal of his own party -—to damn himself eternally in the eyes of his ancient friends— to pass down the stream of history as a mercenary apostate ; from all this Vargrave must have shrunk, had he seen one spot of honest ground on which to mantain his footing. But now the waters of the abyss were closing over his head ; he would have caught at a straw ; how much more consent to be picked up by the vessel of an enemy! All objection, all scruple, vanished at once. And the “barbaric gold” “of Ormus and of Ind” glittered ‘pefore the greedy eyes of the penniless adventurer! Not a day
was now to be lost : how fortunate that a written proposition, from which it was impossible to recede, had been made to him, before the failure of his matrimonial projects had become known ! Too appy to quit Paris, he would set off on the morrow, and conclude person the negotiation. Vargrave glanced towards the clock,
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it was scarcely past eleven. What revolutions are worked in — moments! Within an hour he had lost a wife—a noble fortune —changed the politics of his whole life—stepped into a cabinet office—and was already calculating how much a governor= general of India could lay by in five years! But it was only eleven o’clock—he had put off Mr. Howard’s visit till twelve—he wished so much to see him, and learn all the London gossip connected with the recent events. Poor Mr. Douce! Vargrave had already forgotten /zs existence !—he rang his bell hastily. It was some time before his servant answered.
Promptitude and readiness were virtues that Lord Vargrave peremptorily demanded in a servant; and as he paid the best — price for the articles—less in wages than in plunder—he was — generally sure to obtain them.
“Where the deuce have you been? this is the third time I have rung! you ought to be in the ante-room !”
“TI beg your lordship’s pardon; but I was helping Mr. Maltravers’s valet to find a key which he dropped in the court yard.”
“Mr. Maltravers! Is he at this hotel ?”
“Yes, my lord; his rooms are just overhead.”
“Humph! Has Mr. Howard engaged a lodging here?”
“No, my lord. He left word that he was gone to his aunt, Lady Jane.”
“Ah!—Lady Jane—lives at Paris—so she -does—Rue Chaussée d’Antin—you know the house ?—go immediately— _ go yourself—don’t trust toa messenger—and beg Mr. Howard _ to return with you. I want to see him instantly.” a
“Yes, my lord.”
The servant went. Lumley was in a mood in which solitude -was intolerable. He was greatly excited; and some natural compunctions at the course on which he had decided made him _ long to escape from thought. So Maltravers was under the same roof! He had promised to give him an interview next _ day ; but next day he wished to be on the road to London. _ Why not have it over to-night? But could Maltravers meditate — - any hostile proceedings ?—impossible! Whatever his causes of -.complaint, they were of too delicate and secret a nature for
seconds, bullets, and newspaper p feel secure that he should not be delayed by any Bois de — Boulogne assignation ; but it was necessary to his honour We that he should not seem to shun the man he had deceived and wronged. He would go up to him at once—a new excitement would distract his thoughts. Agreeably to this resolution, Lord _ Vargrave’ quitted his room, and was about to close the outer _ door, when he recollected that perhaps his servant might not meet with Howard—that the secretary might probably arrive - before the time fixed—it would be as well to leave his door open. He accordingly stopped, and writing upon a piece of paper, “Dear Howard, send up for me the moment you arrive : I shall be with Mr. Maltravers aw second” —Vargrave wafered the affiche to the door, which he then left ajar, and the lamp in the landing- — place fell clear and full on the paper.
It was the voice of Vargrave, in the little stone-paven ante- chamber without, inquiring of the servant if Mr. Maltravers was at home, which had startled and interrupted Cesarini as he was about to reply to Ernest. Each recognised that sharp clear voice each glanced at the other. ‘ a.
“J will not see him,” said Maltravers, hastily moving towards the door; “you are not fit to s E« “Meet him? no!” said Cesarini, with a furtive and sinister glance, which a man versed in his disease would have under- - stood, but which Maltravers did not even observe; “I will retire into your bedroom; my eyes are heavy. I could sleep.”
He opened the inner door as he spoke, and had scarcely reclosed it before Vargrave entered.
“Your servant said you were engaged ; but I thought you might see an old friend :” and Vargrave coolly seated himself. _, Maltravers drew the boit across the door that separated them — from Cesarini; and the two men, whose characters and lives ~ were so strongly contrasted, were now alone.
« You wished an interview—an explanation,” said Lumley ; “I shrink from neither. Let me forestall inquiry and complaint. I _ deceived you knowingly and deliberately, it is quite true—all - stratagems are fair in love and war. The prize was vast! I
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temptation, I knew that before long you would learn that _
Evelyn was not your daughter; that the first communication between yourself and Lady Varzrave would betray me; but it was worth trying a coup de main. You have foiled me, and con- quered :—be it so; I congratulate you. You are tolerably rich,
and the loss of Evelyn’s fortune will not vex you as it would»
have done me.”
“Lord Vargrave, it is but poor affectation to treat thus lightly
the dark falsehood you conceived, the awful curse you inflicted upon me. Your sight is now so painful to me—it so stirs the passions that I would seek to suppress, that the sooner our in-
terview is terminated the better. I have to charge you, also,
with a crime—not, perhaps, baser than the one you so calmly
own, but the consequences of which were more fatal: you |
understand me ?”
“T do not.”
“Do not tempt me! do not lie!” said Maltravers, still in a calm voice, though his passions, naturally so strong, shook his - whole frame. “To your arts I owe the exile of years that should have been better spent ;—to those arts Cesarini owes the wreck of his reason, and Florence Lascelles her early grave!
Ah! you are pale now; your tongue cleaves to your mouth!
And think you these crimes will go for ever unrequited? think you that there is no justice in the thunderbolts of God ?”
“Sir,” said Vargrave, starting to his feet; “I know not what
you suspect—I care not what you believe! But I am account.
able to man, and that account I am willing to render. You — threatened me in the presence of my ward; you spoke of —
cowardice, and hinted at danger.. Whatever my faults, want of
courage is not one. Stand by your threats—I am ready to.
brave them !” “A year, perhaps a short month, ago,” replied Maltravers,
“and I would have arrogated justice to my own mortal hand;
nay, this very night, had the hazard of either of our lives been necessary to save Evelyn from your persecution, I would have incurred all things for her sake! But that is past; from me
you have nothing to fear. The Proofs of your earlier guilt, with — 3 its dreadful results, would alone suffice to warn me from the.
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with crime, P ihahonts unrepentant, aha unprepared, before che _judgment-seat of the ALL JuST? Go, unhappy man! may life long be spared to you!) Awake—awake from this world, before your feet pass the irrevocable boundary of the next!” - “Tcame not here to listen to homilies, and the cant of the -conventicle,” said Vargrave, vainly struggling for a haughtiness of mien that his conscience-stricken aspect terribly belied; “not — [—but this wrong world is to be blamed, if deeds that strict % morality may not justify, but the eftects of which I, no prophet, — could not foresee, were necessary for success in life. I have — been but as all other men have been who struggle against — fortune, to be rich and great: ambition must make use of foul _ ladders,” j “Oh!” said Maltravers, earnestly, touched involuntarily, and « in spite of his abhorrence of the criminal, by the relenting that — this miserable attempt at self-justification seemed to denote,— “Qh! be warned, while it is yet time ; wrap not yourself in these paltry sophistries; look back to your past career; see to what heights you might have climbed, if—with those rare gifts and - energies—with that subtle sagacity and indomitable courage— your ambition had but chosen the straight, not the crooked, path. Pause! many years may yet, in the course of nature, afford you time to retrace your steps—to atone to thousands — the injuries you have inflicted on the few. I know not why I ~ thus address you: but something diviner than indignation urges ame; Les tells me that you are already on the brink of the abyss!” Lord Vargrave changed colour, nor did he speak for some moments; then raising his head, with a faint smile, he said, . _“Maltravers, you are a false soothsayer. At this moment my = : "paths, crooked though they be, Have led me far toward the Bs summit of my proudest hopes—the straight path would have left me at the foot of the mountain. You yourself are a beacon against the course you advise. Let us contrast each other. You took the straight path: I the crooked. You, my superior in Dialed ay infinitely above me in genius; you born to DD 2
ALICE; OR, ERIES, _ ke PR A Bia Be ire ioe “Ee command and never to crouch; how do we stand now, each in the prime of life? You, with a barren and profitless repu- tation; without rank, without power—almost without the hope of power. I—but you know not my new dignity—I, in the cabinet of England’s ministry—vast fortunes opening to my gaze—the proudest station not too high for my reasonable ambition! You, wedding yourself to some grand chimera of | an object—aimless—when it eludes your grasp. I, swinging, — squirrel-like, from scheme to scheme; no matter if one breaks, another is at hand! Some men would have cut their throats — in despair, an hour ago, in losing the object of a seven years’ chase—Beauty and Wealth, both! I open a letter, and find — _ success in one quarter to counterbalance failure in another, Bah! bah! each to his métir, Maltravers! For you, honour, 3 . melancholy, and, if it please you, repentance also! For me, the ~ onward, rushing life, never looking back to the Past, never balancing the stepping-stones to the Future. Let us not envy — ay each other ; if you were not Diogenes, you would be Alexander, Adieu! our interview is over. Will you forget and forgive, and — shake hands once more? You draw back—you frown! well, perhaps you are right. If we meet again——” “Tt will be as strangers,” “No rash vows! you may return to politics, you may want office. I am of your way of thinking now: and—ha! ha! 4 —poor Lumley Ferrers could make you a Lord of the ‘kreasury; —
smooth travelling, and cheap turnpikes on crooked paths, believe _ me. Farewell!” :
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On entering the room into which Cesarini had retired, Mal- _ travers found him flown. His servant said that the gentleman | had gone away shortly after Lord Vargrave’s arrival. Ernest reproached himself bitterly for neglecting to secure the door that conducted to the ante-chamber : but still it was probable that Cesarini would return in the morning,
The messenger who had taken the letter to De Montaigne brought back word that the latter was at his villa, but expected at Paris early the next day. Maltravers hoped to see him before his departure; meanwhile he threw himself on his bed