Ishmael; Or, In the Depths Part 131
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And indeed the same spell, though with less force, acted upon all the party in that carriage. Its mood was expectant, excited, yet dream-like.
There was scarcely any conversation. There seldom is under such circ.u.mstances. Once the judge inquired:
"Bee, my dear, how is it that you are not one of Claudia's bridesmaids?"
"I did not wish to be, and Claudia was so kind as to excuse me,"
Beatrice replied.
"But why not, my love? I thought young ladies always liked to fill such positions."
Bee blushed and lowered her head, but did not reply.
Claudia answered for her:
"Beatrice does not like Lord Vincent; and does not approve of the marriage," she said defiantly.
"Humph!" exclaimed the judge, and not another word was spoken during the drive.
It was a rather long one. The church selected for the performance of the marriage rites being St. John's, at the west end of the town, where the bridegroom and his friends were to meet the bride and her attendants.
They reached the church at last; the other carriages arrived a few seconds after them, and the whole party alighted and went in.
The bridegroom and his friends were already there. And the bridal procession formed and went up the middle aisle to the altar, where the bishop in his sacerdotal robes stood ready to perform the ceremony.
The bridal party formed before the altar, the bishop opened the book, and the ceremony commenced. It proceeded according to the ritual, and without the slightest deviation from commonplace routine.
When the bishop came to that part of the rites in which he utters the awful adjuration--"I require and charge you both, as ye shall answer at the dreadful day of judgment, when the secrets of all hearts shall be disclosed, that if either of you know any impediment why ye may not be lawfully joined together in matrimony, ye do now confess it. For be ye well a.s.sured, that if any persons are joined together, otherwise than G.o.d's word doth allow, their marriage is not lawful,"--Bee, who was standing with her mother and father near the bridal circle, looked up at the bride.
Oh, could Claudia, loving another, loathing the bridegroom, kneel in that sacred church, before that holy altar, in the presence of G.o.d's minister, in the presence of G.o.d himself, hear that solemn adjuration, and persevere in her awful sin?
Yes, Claudia could! as tens of thousands, from ignorance, from insensibility, or from recklessness, have done before her; and as tens of thousands more, from the same causes, will do after her.
The ceremony proceeded until it reached the part where the ring is placed upon the bride's finger, and all went well enough until, as they were rising from the prayer of "Our Father," the bride happened to lower her hand, and the ring, which was too large for her finger, dropped off, and rolled away and pa.s.sed out of sight.
The ceremony ended, and the ring was sought for; but could not be found then: and, I may as well tell you now, it has not been found yet.
Seeing at length that their search was quite fruitless, the gentlemen of the bridal train reluctantly gave up the ring for lost, and the whole party filed into the chancel to enter their names in the register, that lay for this purpose on the communion table.
The bridegroom first approached and wrote his. It was a prolonged and sonorous roll of names, such as frequently compose the tail of a n.o.bleman's t.i.tle:
Malcolm--Victor--Stuart--Dougla.s.s--Gordon--Dugald, Viscount Vincent.
Then the bride signed hers, and the witnesses theirs.
When Mr. Brudenell came to sign his own name as one of the witnesses, he happened to glance at the bridegroom's long train of names. He read them over with a smile at their length, but his eye fastened upon the last one--"Dugald," "Dugald"? Herman Brudenell, like the immortal Burton, thought he had "heard that name before," in fact, was sure he had "heard that name before!" Yes, verily; he had heard it in connection with his sister's fatal flight, in which a certain Captain Dugald had been her companion! And he resolved to make cautious inquiries of the viscount.
He had known Lord Vincent on the Continent, but he had either never happened to hear what his family name was, or if he had chanced to do so, he had forgotten the circ.u.mstances. At all events, it was not until the instant in which he read the viscount's signature in the register that he discovered the family name of Lord Vincent and the disreputable name of Eleanor Brudenell's unprincipled lover to be the same.
But this was no time for brooding over the subject. He affixed his own signature, which was the last one on the list, and then joined the bridal party, who were now leaving the church.
At the door a signal change took place in the order of the procession.
Lord Vincent, with a courtesy as earnest and a smile as beaming as gallantry and the occasion required, handed his bride into his own carriage.
Judge Merlin, Ishmael, and Beatrice rode together.
And others returned in the order in which they had come.
Ishmael was coming out of that strange, benumbed state that had deadened for a while all his sense of suffering--coming back to a consciousness of utter bereavement and insupportable anguish--anguish written in such awful characters upon his pallid and writhen brow that Beatrice and her uncle exchanged glances of wonder and alarm.
But Ishmael, in his fixed agony, did not perceive the looks of anxiety they turned towards him--did not even perceive the pa.s.sage of time or s.p.a.ce, until they arrived at home again, and the wedding guests once more began to alight from the carriages.
The party temporarily separated in the hall, the ladies dispersing each to her own chamber to make some trifling change in her toilet before appearing in the drawing room.
"Ishmael, come here, my lad," said the judge, as soon as they were left alone.
Ishmael mechanically followed him to the little breakfast parlor of the family, where on the sideboard sat decanters of brandy and wine, and pitchers of water, and gla.s.ses of all shapes and sizes.
He poured out two gla.s.ses of brandy--one for himself and one for Ishmael.
"Let us drink the health of the newly-married couple," he said, pus.h.i.+ng one gla.s.s towards Ishmael, and raising the other to his own lips.
But Ishmael hesitated, and poured out a tumbler of pure water, saying, in a faint voice:
"I will drink her health in this."
"Nonsense! put it down. You are chilled enough without drinking that to throw you into an ague. Drink something, warm and strong, boy! drink something warm and strong. I tell you, I, for one, cannot get through this day without some such support as this," said the judge authoritatively, as he took from the young man's nerveless hand the harmless gla.s.s of water, and put into it the perilous gla.s.s of brandy.
For ah! good men do wicked things sometimes, and wise men foolish ones.
Still Ishmael hesitated; for even in the midst of his great trouble he heard the "still, small voice" of some good angel--it might have been his mother's spirit--whispering him to dash from his lips the Circean draught, that would indeed allay his sense of suffering for a few minutes, but might endanger his character through all his life and his soul through all eternity. The voice that whispered this, as I said, was a "still, small voice" speaking softly within him. But the voice of the judge was bluff and hearty, and he stood there, a visible presence, enforcing his advice with strength of action.
And Ishmael, scarcely well a.s.sured of what he did, put the gla.s.s to his lips and quaffed the contents, and felt at once falsely exhilarated.
"Come, now, we will go into the drawing room. I dare say they are all down by this time," said the judge. And in they went.
He was right in his conjecture; the wedding guests were all a.s.sembled there.
And soon after his entrance the sliding doors between the drawing room and the dining room were pushed back, and Devizac, who was the presiding genius of the wedding feast, appeared and announced that breakfast was served.
The company filed in--the bride and bridegroom walking together, and followed by the bridesmaids and the gentlemen of the party.
Ishmael gave his arm to Beatrice. Mr. Brudenell conducted Mrs.
Middleton, and the judge led one of the lady guests.
The scene they entered upon was one of splendor, beauty, and luxury, never surpa.s.sed even by the great Vourienne and Devizac themselves!
Painting, gilding, and flowers had not been spared. The walls were covered with frescoes of Venus, Psyche, Cupid, the Graces, and the Muses, seen among the rosy bowers and shady groves of Arcadia. The ceiling was covered with celestial scenery, in the midst of which was seen the cloudy court of Jupiter and Juno and their attendant G.o.ds and G.o.ddesses; the pillars were covered with gilding and twined with flowers, and long wreaths of flowers connected one pillar with another and festooned the doorways and windows and the corners of the room.
The breakfast table was a marvel of art--blazing with gold plate, blooming with beautiful and fragrant exotics, and intoxicating with the aroma of the richest and rarest viands.
Ishmael; Or, In the Depths Part 131
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