Luttrell Of Arran Part 3

"The same; the first man of his day at Christ Church, the great prizeman and medallist, 'the double first,' and, what many thought more of, the best-looking fellow in Oxford."

"I forget the story. He wanted to marry some one, and she wouldn't have him. What was it?"

"He wanted to marry my wife," said Vyner, rather nettled at the cool carelessness of the other. "She was, however, engaged to me, and she said, 'I have a sister so very like me, that we are constantly taken for each other; come here next week, and you'll meet her.' They met, liked each other, and were contracted to be married. I want to be very brief, so I shall skip over all but the princ.i.p.al points."

"Do so," said the other, dryly.

"Everything went well for a time. All inquiries as to his fortune, position, connexions, and so forth, were found satisfactory by the Courtenays, when some busybody whispered to Georgina that there was an ugly story about him in Ireland, and suggested that she should ask under what circ.u.mstances he had quitted the Irish University and come over to take his degree at Oxford. Luttrell was considerably agitated when the question was put to him, though they were alone at the time; and, after a brief struggle with himself, he said, 'I'd rather you had not asked me about this, but I meant to have told you of it myself, one day. The thing is very simple, and not very serious. The only thing, however, I exact is, that the confession is to and for yourself alone. You have a right to know the fact; I have a right, that it be kept a secret.'

"She gave the pledge he required, and he went on to say that there existed in Ireland a secret society known by the name of United Irishmen, whose designs were, time and place suiting, to throw off their allegiance to England, and declare for Irish independence. This a.s.sociation was so far formidable, that it embraced men of all cla.s.ses and conditions, and men of all religious professions, the majority being Presbyterians. He was one of these, and a very foremost one; drawn into the league, in reality, rather by the warm enthusiasm of a generous nature than by any mature consideration of the object or its consequences. In some contest for a prize at College--a gold medal in science, I believe--Luttrell's closest compet.i.tor was the son of the Provost of the University; but, after a three days' conflict, Luttrell was victorious. When the day of awarding the honours came, Luttrell presented himself at the Hall to receive his laurels, but what was his astonishment to hear, as he entered, that he would be first required to subscribe a declaration that he was not a member of any secret or treasonable society.

"'If you mean,' cried he to the Proctor, who recited the terms of the declaration--'if you mean me to say that I am not an United Irishman, I will not do so. Give your gold medal to that gentleman yonder,' added he, pointing to the son of the Provost; 'his father's loyalty deserves every testimony you can confer on it.' He left the Hall, took his name off the books, and quitted Ireland the next day. It was gravely debated whether an expulsion should not be pa.s.sed upon him; but, in consideration of his great collegiate distinction and his youth, the extreme rigour was spared him, and he was suffered to leave uncensured.

"Either the confession was not what she expected, or that she fancied it might cover something far more serious beneath it, but Georgina was not satisfied with the story. She again and again reverted to it. Not a day that they walked out alone that she would not turn the conversation on this theme, which, by frequent discussion, Luttrell came at length to talk of, without any of the reserve he at first maintained. Indeed, some of this was, in a measure, forced upon him, for she questioned him closely as to the details of the a.s.sociation, how far it involved him, and to what extent he was yet bound by its obligations.

"It was in a sort of defence of himself, one day, that he so far forgot prudence as to declare that the society numbered amongst its members many men not only high in station, but actually regarded as strong adherents of the English party. He told how this, that, and the other, who were seen at every levee of the Castle, and not unfrequently quoted as guests of the Viceroy's table, were brothers of this league; and he indeed mentioned names of distinction and eminence.

"In her eagerness to confute all her father's opinions on this matter--for she had told him the whole story from the first--Georgina hastened off to enumerate the great men who were engaged in this treason. Two were in Parliament, one was a Law Adviser of the Crown, another was a Commissioner of Customs, and generally regarded as an active partisan of the Government. I remember these, but there were many others of equal note. Mr. Courtenay, who, besides being a ministerial supporter, had once been private secretary to Lord Castlereagh, divulged the whole to the Home Secretary. Investigations were inst.i.tuted, and, although United Irishism had lost its sting after Emmett's failure, all who had once belonged to it were marked men, and black-listed in consequence.

"I have been told that the consternation which the disclosure created in Ireland was terrific. Men resigned their commissions of the peace, pretended ill health, went abroad; lawyers and physicians of eminence were ashamed to show their faces; and a well-known editor of a violently 'English' newspaper disposed of his journal and went to America.

"'Who is the traitor?' was now the universal demand; and, indeed, in the patriotic papers the question stood forth every morning in great capitals.

"'Who was the traitor?' none could positively a.s.sert; but the controversy was carried on without any squeamish delicacy, and if the papers did not fix on the man, they very freely discussed the probability or improbability of this or that one.

"'Why not Luttrell? said one writer in a famous print. 'His father betrayed us before.' This was an allusion to his having voted for the Union. 'Why not Luttrell?' They entered thereupon into some curious family details, to show how these Luttrells had never been 'true blue'

to any cause. That, with good abilities and fair prospects, they were not successful men, just because they couldn't be honest to their party, or even to themselves. They were always half way between two opinions, 'and,' as the writer said, 'far more eager to have two roads open to them than to travel either of them.' Whether excited by a theme which had engrossed much of public attention, or incited by some personal animosity, this editor devoted a portion of each day's paper to Luttrell. The result was a hostile message. They met and exchanged shots, when the newspaper writer at once declared, 'If Mr. Luttrell will now disown any connexion with this act of betrayal, I am ready to beg his pardon for all that I have said of him.' Luttrell for a moment made no reply, and then said, 'Take your pistol, Sir; I have no explanations to make you.' At the next fire, Luttrell fell wounded. He was upwards of two months laid in his bed. I saw him frequently during that time; and though we talked every day of the Courtenays, I had not the courage to tell him that they were determined the match should be broken off. Georgina herself--how, I cannot well say, nor ever clearly understood--being brought to believe that Luttrell had done what would for ever exclude him from the society of his equals. I cannot dwell on a period so full of miserable recollections. I never pa.s.sed so many hours of torture as when sitting by that poor fellow's bedside. I listened to all his bright projects for a future which in my heart I knew was closed to him for ever. As his convalescence advanced, my task grew more difficult. He used to ask every day when he would be permitted to write to her; he wondered, too, why she had not sent him a few lines, or some token--as a book, or a flower. He questioned and cross-questioned me about her daily life; how she felt his misfortune; had she received a correct account of the incident of the duel; what her family thought and said; and, last of all, why Mr. Courtenay himself had only called once or twice, and never asked to come up and see him?

"My own marriage was to take place early in May. It was now April; and at one time there had been some talk of the two sisters being married on the same day. It was late in the month; I am not clear about the date, but I remember it was on a Sunday morning. I was sitting with him, and he lay propped up on a sofa, to enable him to take his breakfast with me. 'I was thinking all last night, Vyner,' said he--'and nothing but a sick man's selfishness could have prevented my thinking it long ago--how you must hate me.'

"'Hate _you_, and why?'

"'Because but for me and my misfortune you'd have been married by the sixth or seventh, and now, who knows how long you must wait?'

"I saw at once that the double marriage was running in his mind, and though my own was fixed for the following Thursday or Friday, I had not nerve to say so; nor was my embarra.s.sment the less that Mr. Courtenay had charged me with the task of telling Luttrell that all should be considered as at an end, and every day used to question me if I had yet done so.

"'Now or never,' thought I, as Luttrell said this; but when I turned and saw his wasted cheek, still pink with hectic, and his gla.s.sy, feverish eye, I shrunk again from the attempt.

"'Why did you look at me so pitifully, Vyner?' said he, eagerly; 'has the doctor told you that I shall not rub through?'

"'Nothing of the kind, man; he says he'll have you down at Hastings before a fortnight is over.'

"'What was it, then? Do I look very fearfully?'

"'Not even that. You are pulled down, of course. No man looks the better for eight or ten weeks on a sick-bed.'

"'Then it is something else,' said he, thoughtfully; and I made no answer.

"'Well,' said he, with a deep sigh, 'I have had my forebodings of--I don't know what--but of something that was over me all this time back; and when I lay awake at night, wondering in what shape this disaster would come, I have ever consoled myself by saying, "Well, Vyner certainly does not know it; Vyner has no suspicion of it." If now, however, I were to be wrong in this; if, in reality, Vyner _did_ know that a calamity impended me; and if'--here he fixed his bright staring eyes with their wide pupils full upon me--'if Vyner knew something, and only forbore to break it to me because he saw me a poor sickly wasted creature, whose courage he doubted, all I can say is, he does not know the stuff the Luttrells are made of.'

"I tried to answer this, but all I could do was to take his hand and press it between my own. 'Out with it, like a good fellow,' cried he, with an effort to seem gay--'out with it, and you'll see whether I am too vain of my pluck!'

"I turned partly away--at least so far that I could not see his face nor he mine--and I told him everything. I cannot remember how I began or ended. I cannot tell what miserable attempts I made to excuse or to palliate, nor what poor ingenuity I practised to make him believe that all was for the best. I only know that I would have given worlds that he should have interrupted me or questioned me; but he never spoke a word, and when I had concluded he sat there still in silence.

"'You are a man of honour, Vyner,' said he, in a low but unshaken voice that thrilled through my heart. 'Tell me one thing. On your word as a gentleman, has--has--she----' I saw that he was going to say the name, but stopped himself. 'Has she been coerced in this affair?'

"'I believe not. I sincerely believe not. In discussing the matter before her, she has gradually come to see, or at least to suppose------'

"'There, there; that will do!' cried he aloud, and with a full tone that resembled his voice in health. 'Let us talk of it no more. I take it you'll go abroad after your wedding?'

"I muttered out some stupid common-place, I talked away at random for some minutes, and at last I said good-by. When I came back the next morning he was gone. He had been carried on board of a steam-vessel for some port in the south of Ireland, and left not a line nor a message behind him. From that hour until last night I never set eyes on him."

"You have heard of him, I suppose?" asked Grenfell.

"Vaguely and at long intervals. He would seem to have mixed himself up with the lowest political party in Ireland--men who represent, in a certain shape, the revolutionary section in France--and though the very haughtiest aristocrat I think I ever knew, and at one time the most fastidious 'fine gentleman,' there were stories of his having uttered the most violent denunciations of rank, and inveighed in all the set terms of the old French Convention against the distinctions of cla.s.s.

Last of all, I heard that he had married a peasant girl, the daughter of one of his cottier tenants, and that, lost to all sense of his former condition, had become a confirmed drunkard."

"The moral of all which is, that your accomplished sister-in-law had a most fortunate escape."

"I'm not so sure of that. I think Luttrell was a man to have made a great figure in the world. He swept college of its prizes, he could do anything he tried, and, unlike many other clever men, he had great powers of application. He had, too, high ability as a public speaker, and in an age like ours, where oratory does so much, he might have had a most brilliant career in Parliament."

"There is nothing more delusive than arguing from a fellow's school or collegiate successes to his triumphs in after life. The first are purely intellectual struggles; but the real battle of life is fought out by tact, and temper, and courage, and readiness, and fifty other things, that have no distinct bearing on mind. Your man there would have failed just as egregiously amongst gentlemen as he has done amongst the 'canaille' that he descended to. He had failure written on his pa.s.sport when he started in life."

"I don't believe it; I can't believe it."

"Your sister-in-law, I think, never married?"

"No. She has refused some excellent offers, and has declared she never will marry."

"How like a woman all that! She first mars a man's fortune, and, by way of a reparation, she destroys her own. That is such feminine logic!"

"Is that a dog they have got in the bow of the launch, yonder?" said Vyner, directing the captain's attention to one of the boats of the yacht that was now pulling briskly out from the land.

"Well, Sir, as well as I can make out, it's a child," said he, as he drew the telescope from the slings, and began to adjust it. "Yes, Sir, it's a native they have caught, and a wild-looking specimen too;" and he handed the gla.s.s to Vyner.

"Poor little fellow! He seems dressed in rabbit-skins. Where is Ada? She must see him."

CHAPTER IV. ON BOARD.

"It was not an easy matter to get him to come, Sir," said the sailor in a whisper to Vyner, as he a.s.sisted the boy to get on the deck.

"Where did you find him?"

"Sitting all alone on that rocky point yonder, Sir; he seemed to have been crying, and we suspect he has run away from home."

Vyner now turned to look at the child, who all this while stood calm and composed, amazed, it is true, by all he saw around him, yet never suffering his curiosity to surprise him into a word of astonishment.