Tales and Novels Volume X Part 33
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The general did not think that Lady Blanche had arrived; he was not certain, but he knew that the Comtesse de St. Cymon had arrived yesterday.
"Then," said Cecilia, "it would be but civil to go to see the comtesse.
I will go this morning."
General Clarendon answered instantly, and with decision, that she must not think of such a thing--that it could not be done. "Madame de St.
Cymon is a woman of doubtful reputation, not a person with whom Lady Cecilia Clarendon ought to form any acquaintance."
"No, not form an acquaintance--I'm quite aware of that," and eagerly she pleaded that she had no intention of doing anything; "but just one morning visit paid and returned, you know, leads to nothing. Probably we shall neither of us be at home, and never meet; and really it would be such a marked thing not to pay this visit to the Beltravers family on their return to the country. Formerly there was such a good understanding between the Forresters and your father; and really hospitality requires it. Altogether this one visit really must be paid, it cannot be helped, so I will order the carriage."
"It must not be done!" the general said; "it is a question of right, not of expediency."
"Right, but there is nothing really wrong, surely; I believe all that has been said of her is scandal. n.o.body is safe against reports--the public papers are so scandalous! While a woman lives with her husband, it is but charitable to suppose all is right. That's the rule. Besides, we should not throw the first stone." Then Lady Cecilia pleaded, lady this and lady that, and the whole county, without the least scruple would visit Madame de St. Cymon.
"Lady this and lady that may do as they please, or as their husbands think proper or improper, that is no rule for Lady Cecilia Clarendon; and as to the whole county, or the whole world, what is that to me, when I have formed my own determination?"
The fact was, that at this very time Madame de St. Cymon was about to be separated from her husband. A terrible discovery had just been made.
Lord Beltravers had brought his sister to Old Forest to bide her from London disgrace; there he intended to leave her to rusticate, while he should follow her husband to Paris immediately, to settle the terms of separation or divorce.
"Beauclerc, no doubt, will go to Paris with him," said the general.
"To Paris! when will he set out?"
"To-day--directly, if Helen has decidedly rejected him; but you say he did not declare himself. Pray tell me all at once."
And if she had done so, all might have been well; but she was afraid.
Her husband was as exact about _some things_ as her mother; he would certainly be displeased at the deception she had practised on Helen; she could not tell him that, not at this moment, for she had just fooled him to the top of his bent about this visit; she would find a better time; she so dreaded the instant change of his smile--the look of disapprobation; she was so cowardly; in short, the present pain of displeasing--the consequences even of her own folly, she never could endure, and to avoid it she had always recourse to some new evasion; and now, when Helen--her dear Helen's happiness, was at stake, she faltered--she paltered--she would not for the world do her any wrong; but still she thought she could manage without telling the whole--she would tell nothing _but_ the truth. So, after a moment's hesitation, while all these thoughts went through her mind, when the general repeated his question, and begged to know at once what was pa.s.sing in her little head; she smiled in return for that smile which played on her husband's face while he fondly looked upon her, and she answered, "I am thinking of poor Helen. She has made a sad mistake--and has a horrid headache at this moment--in short she has offended Beauclerc past endurance--past his endurance--and he went off in a pa.s.sion before she found out her mistake. In short, we must have him back again; could you go, my dear love--or write directly?"
"First let me understand," said the general. "Miss Stanley has made a mistake--what mistake?"
"She thought Beauclerc was engaged to Lady Blanche."
"How could she think so? What reason had she?"
"She had been told so by somebody."
"Somebody!--that eternal scandal-monger Lady Katrine, I suppose."
"No--not Lady Katrine," said Cecilia; "but I am not at liberty to tell you whom."
"No matter; but Miss Stanley is not a fool; she could not believe somebody or anybody, contrary to common sense."
"No, but Beauclerc did not come quite to proposing--and you know she had been blamed for refusing Mr. Churchill before she was asked--and in short--in love, people do not always know what they are about."
"I do not understand one word of it," said the general; "nor I am sure do you, my dear Cecilia."
"Yes, I really do, but----"
"My dear Cecilia, I a.s.sure you it is always best to let people settle their love affairs their own way."
"Yes, certainly--I would not interfere in the least--only to get Granville back again--and then let them settle it their own way. Cannot you call at Old Forest?"
"No."
"Could you not write?"
"No--not unless I know the whole. I will do nothing in the dark. Always tell your confessor, your lawyer, your physician, your friend, your whole case, or they are fools or rogues if they act for you; go back and repeat this to Helen Stanley from me."
"But, my dear, she will think it so unkind."
"Let her show me how I can serve her, and I will do it."
"Only write a line to Beauclerc--say, 'Beauclerc come back,--here has been a mistake.'" She would have put a pen into his hand, and held paper to him.
"Let me know the whole, and then, and not till then, can I judge whether I should be doing right for her or not." The difficulty of telling the whole had increased to Lady Cecilia, even from the hesitation and prevarication she had now made. "Let me see Helen,--let me speak to her myself, and learn what this strange nonsensical mystery is." He was getting impatient. "Cannot I see Miss Stanley?"
"Why no, my dear love, not just now, she has such a headache! She is lying down. There is the breakfast-bell--after breakfast, if you please. But I am clear she would rather not speak to you herself on the subject."
"Then come down to breakfast, my dear, and let her settle it her own way--that is much the best plan. Interference in love matters always does mischief. Come to breakfast, my dear--I have no time to lose--I must be off to a court-martial."
He looked at his watch, and Cecilia went half down stairs with him, and then ran back to keep Helen quiet by the a.s.surance that all would be settled--all would be right, and that she would send her up some breakfast--she must not think of coming down; and Cecilia lamented half breakfast-time--how subject to headaches poor Helen was; and through this and through all other conversation she settled what she would do for her. As the last resource, she would tell the whole truth--not to her husband, she loved him too well to face his displeasure for one moment--hut to Beauclerc; and writing would be so much easier than speaking--without being put to the blush she could explain it all to Beauclerc, and turn it playfully; and he would be so happy that he would be only too glad to forgive her, and to do anything she asked.
She concocted and wrote a very pretty letter, in which she took all the blame fully on herself--did perfect justice to Helen; said she wrote without her knowledge, and depended entirely upon his discretion, so he must come back of his own accord, and keep her counsel. This letter, however, she could not despatch so soon as she had expected; she could not send a servant with it till the general should be off to his court-martial. Now had Cecilia gone the straight-forward way to work, her husband could in that interval, and would, have set all to rights; but this to Cecilia was impossible; she could only wait in an agony of impatience till the general and his officers were all out of the way, and then she despatched a groom with her letter to Old Forest, and desired him to return as fast as possible, while she went to Helen's room, to while away the time of anxious suspense as well as she could; and she soon succeeded in talking herself into excellent spirits again.
"Now, my dear Helen, if that unlucky mistake had not been made,--if you had not fancied that Granville was married already,--and if he had actually proposed for you,--what would you have said?--in short--would you have accepted him?"
"Oh! Cecilia, I do hope he will understand how it all was; I hope he will believe that I esteem him as I always did: as to love--"
Helen paused, and Lady Cecilia went on: "As to love, n.o.body knows anything about it till it comes--and here it is coming, I do believe!"
continued she, looking out of the window.--No! not Mr. Beauclerc, but the man she had sent with her letter, galloping towards the house.
Disappointed not to see Beauclerc himself, she could only conclude that as he had not his horse with him, he was returning in the boat.
The answer to her letter was brought in. At the first glance on the direction, her countenance changed. "Not Granville's hand!--what can have happened?" She tore open the note, "He is gone!--gone with Lord Beltravers--set off!--gone to Paris!" Helen said not one word, and Cecilia, in despair, repeated, "Gone!--gone!--absolutely gone! Nothing more can be done. Oh, that I had done nothing about it! All has failed!
Heaven knows what may happen now! Oh! if I could but have let it all alone! I never, never can forgive myself! My dear Helen, be angry with me--reproach me: pray--pray reproach me as I deserve!" But Helen could not blame one who so blamed herself--one who, however foolish and wrong she had been, had done it all from the kindest motives. In the agony of her penitence, she now told Helen all that had pa.s.sed between her and the general; that, to avoid the shame of confessing to him her first deception, she had gone on another and another step in these foolish evasions, contrivances, and mysteries; how, thinking she could manage it, she had written without his knowledge; and now, to complete her punishment, not only had every thing which she had attempted failed, but a consequence which she could never have foreseen had happened.--"Here I am, with a note actually in my hand from this horrid Madame de St.
Cymon, whom Clarendon absolutely would not hear of my even calling upon!
Look what she writes to me. She just took advantage of this opportunity to begin a correspondence before an acquaintance: but I will never answer her. Here is what she says:--
"'The Comtesse de St. Cymon exceedingly regrets that Lady Cecilia Clarendon's servant did not arrive in time to deliver her ladys.h.i.+p's letter into Mr. Beauclerc's own hand. Mr. B. left Old Forest with Lord Beltravers early to-day for Paris. The Comtesse de St. Cymon, understanding that Lady Cecilia Clarendon is anxious that there should be as little delay as possible in forwarding her letter, and calculating that if returned by her ladys.h.i.+p's servant it must be too late for this day's post from Clarendon Park, has forwarded it immediately with her own letters to Paris, which cannot fail to meet Mr. Beauclerc directly on his arrival there.'
"Oh!" cried Lady Cecilia, "how angry the general would be if he knew of this!" She tore the note to the smallest bits as she spoke, and threw them away; and next she begged that Helen would never say a word about it. There was no use in telling the general what would only vex him, and what could not be helped; and what could lead to nothing, for she should never answer this note, nor have any further communication of any kind with Madame de St. Cymon.
Helen, nevertheless, thought it would be much better to tell the general of it, and she wondered how Cecilia could think of doing otherwise, and just when she had so strongly reproached herself, and repented of these foolish mysteries; and this was going on another step. "Indeed, Cecilia," said Helen, "I wish--on my own account I wish you would not conceal anything. It is hard to let the general suspect me of extreme folly and absurdity, or of some sort of double dealing in this business, in which I have done my utmost to do right and to go straightforward."
Poor Helen, with her nervous headache beating worse and worse, remonstrated and entreated, and came to tears; and Lady Cecilia promised that it should be all done as she desired; but again she charged and besought Helen to say nothing herself about the matter to the general: and this acceded to, Lady Cecilia's feelings being as transient as they were vehement, all her self-reproaches, penitence, and fears pa.s.sed away, and, taking her bright view of the whole affair, she ended with the certainty that Beauclerc, would return the moment he received her letter; that he would have it in a very few days, and all would end well, and quite as well as if she had not been a fool.
CHAPTER VI.
THE first tidings of Beauclerc came in a letter from him to the general, written immediately after his arrival at Paris. But it was plain that it must have been written before Lady Cecilia's letter, forwarded by Madame de St. Cymon, could have reached him. It was evident that matters were as yet unexplained, from his manner of writing about "the death-blow to all his hopes," and now he was setting off with Lord Beltravers for Naples, to follow M. de St. Cymon, and settle the business of the sister's divorce. Lady Cecilia could only hope that her letter would follow him thither, enclosed in this Madame de St. Cymon's despatches to her brother; and now they could know nothing more till they could hear from Naples.
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