Ten Thousand a-Year Volume Ii Part 27

"_Faint heart_, says the proverb, Mr. t.i.tmouse, ah, ha!" quoth the earl, with gentle gayety.

"Yes, my Lord, it's enough to make one faint indeed! Now, if your Lordship--(I'm not used to this sort of thing, my Lord)--would just make a sort of beginning for me, my Lord, with the Lady Cicely, to set us going, my Lord--the least shove would do, my Lord--because, my Lord, _courtship's_ a very--a--a"----

"Well, Mr. t.i.tmouse," said the earl, with a gracious smile, "since your modesty is so overpowering--I'll try--to become your amba.s.sador to the Lady Cecilia. If, Mr. t.i.tmouse," his Lordship presently added in a serious tone, "you are fortunate enough to succeed in engaging the affections of the Lady Cecilia, you will discover that you have secured indeed an invaluable prize."

"To be sure, my Lord! And consider, too, her Ladyship's uncommon high rank--it's so particular condescending.--By the way, my Lord, will she--if she and I can hit it off, so as to marry one another--be called _Mrs. t.i.tmouse_, or shall I be called _Lord t.i.tmouse_? I wonder how that will be, my Lord? 'Tis only, your Lordship understands, on Lady Cicely's account I ask, because it's, in course, all one to _me_ when once we're married."

The earl was gazing at him as he went on, with an expression of mingled surprise and concern: presently, however, he added with calm seriousness, "Sir, it is not an unreasonable question, though I should have imagined that you could hardly--be--but--in short, the Lady Cecilia will retain her rank, and become the Lady Cecilia t.i.tmouse--that is, during my life; but on my demise, she succeeds to the barony of Drelincourt, and then will be called, of course, Lady Drelincourt."

"And what shall _I_ be then, my Lord?" inquired t.i.tmouse, eagerly.

"Sir, you will of course continue Mr. t.i.tmouse."

"'Pon my life, my Lord--shall I indeed?" he interrupted with a crestfallen air, "must we be called _Mr. t.i.tmouse and Lady Drelincourt_?

Excuse me, my Lord, but it don't sound at all like man and wife."

"Sir, so it always has been, and will be, and so it ever ought to be,"

replied the earl, gravely.

"Well but, my Lord, (excuse me, my Lord)--but marriage is a very serious thing, my Lord, your Lordship knows"----

"It is, sir, indeed," replied the earl, gloom visibly overspreading his features.

"Suppose," continued t.i.tmouse, "Lady Cicely should die before me?"

The earl, remaining silent, fixed on t.i.tmouse the eye of a FATHER--a father, though a very foolish one; and presently, with a sensible tremor in his voice, replied, "Sir, these are rather singular questions--but,"

he paused for some moments--"in such a mournful contingency as the one you have hinted at"----

"Oh, my Lord! I humbly beg pardon--of course, I should be, 'pon my soul, my Lord, most uncommon sorry"--interrupted t.i.tmouse, with a little alarm in his manner.

"I was saying, sir--that in such an event, if Lady Drelincourt left no issue, you would succeed to the barony; but should she leave issue, they will be called Honorable"----

"What!--'the Honorable t.i.ttlebat t.i.tmouse,' if it's a boy, and the 'Honorable Cecilia t.i.tmouse,' if it's a girl?"

"Sir, it will be so--unless you should choose to take the name and arms of Dreddlington, on marrying the sole heiress"----

"Oh! indeed, my Lord? 'Pon my life, my Lord, _that's_ worth considering--because--betwixt your Lordship and I, I a'n't over and above pleased with my own name. What will it cost to change it, now, my Lord?"

"Sir," said the earl, struck with the idea, "that is really a thing worth considering. But as for the _expense_--in an affair of such magnitude, sir, I presume it would not be a matter of serious consideration."

After some further conversation, the earl came plump upon the great pivot upon which the whole arrangement was to turn--settlements and jointures--oh, as to them, t.i.tmouse, who was recovering from the shock of the discovery that his marriage, however it might degrade the Lady Cecilia, would not enn.o.ble him--promised everything--would leave everything in the hands of his Lordship. Soon afterwards they separated; the earl suggesting to him, that probably in a matter of infinite delicacy, like that on which they had been conversing, he would keep his own counsel--to which also t.i.tmouse pledged himself. Soon afterwards, and before seeing his daughter, with an anxious, but not an excited air, he ordered his horse, and took a long ride, accompanied only by his groom: and if ever in his whole life he had attempted serious REFLECTION, it was on the occasion of that same long, slow, and solitary ride; then, for the first time, he forgot his peerage, and thought only of the _man_--and the father.

But to what purpose? Shortly after his return, he sought the Lady Cecilia, and performed his promise, by preparing her to receive, probably on the ensuing day, the proposals of t.i.tTLEBAT t.i.tMOUSE.

The desired opportunity occurred the next day. t.i.tmouse had slept like a top all night, after smoking in his bedroom a great many cigars, and drinking several tumblers of brandy and water. Lady Cecilia, however, had pa.s.sed a very uneasy, and almost a sleepless night, and did not make her appearance at the breakfast-table. Understanding that her Ladyship was in the drawing-room, and alone, about noon, t.i.tmouse, who had bestowed during the interval more than usual pains upon his dress, gently opened the door, and observing her reclining alone on the sofa, he closed the door behind him, with a sudden beating of the heart, and approached her, bowing profoundly. Poor Lady Cecilia immediately sat up, very pale and trembling.

"Good-morning, good-morning, Lady Cicely," commenced t.i.tmouse, with evident agitation, taking a chair and sitting down in it, plump opposite to her.

"You aren't well this morning, are you, Lady Cicely?" he continued, observing how pale she looked, and that she did not seem disposed to speak.

"I am quite well," she replied in a low tone: and then each was silent.

"It's beginning to look like winter a little, eh, Lady Cicely?" said he, after an embarra.s.sing pause, looking through the windows--and his words diffused an icy coldness over Lady Cecilia. 'Twas an overcast day; and a strong wind was stripping the sere and yellow leaves in great numbers from the lofty trees which were not far distant, and gave forth a melancholy, rushing, moaning sound.

"Certainly it is getting rather cheerless," replied Lady Cecilia, after several moments' pause. t.i.tmouse turned pale; and twirling his fingers in his hair, fixed upon her a stupid and most embarra.s.sing look, under which her eyes fell towards the ground, and remained looking in that direction.

"I--I--hope his Lordship's been saying a good word for me, Lady Cicely?"

he inquired with an absurdly sheepish air.

"My father mentioned your name to me yesterday," she replied, trembling excessively.

"'Pon my soul, monstrous kind!" said t.i.tmouse, trying desperately to look at his ease. "_Said_ he'd break the ice for me." Here ensued another pause. "Everybody must have a beginning, you know. 'Pon my solemn honor, Lady Cicely, all he said about me is quite true."

Profoundly as was Lady Cecilia depressed, she looked up at t.i.tmouse for a moment with evident surprise. "Now, Lady Cicely, just as between friends, didn't he tell you something _very_ particular about me?

Didn't he? Eh?" She made him no answer.

"I dare say, Lady Cicely, though somehow you look sad enough, you a'n't _vexed_ to see me here? Eh? There's many and many a woman in London that would--but it's no use now. 'Pon my soul, I love you, I do, Lady Cicely;" she trembled violently, for he was drawing his chair nearer to her. She felt sick--sick almost to death; and a mist came for a moment over her eyes.

"I know it's--it's a monstrous unpleasant piece of--I mean, it's an awkward thing to do; but I hope you love _me_, Lady Cicely, eh! a little?" Her head hung down, and a very scalding tear oozed out and trickled down her cheek. "Hope you aren't sorry, dear Lady Cicely? _I'm_ most uncommon proud and happy! Come, Lady Cicely." He took the thin white hand that was nearest him, and raised it to his lips. Had his perceptions been only a trifle keener, he could not have failed to observe a faint thrill pervade Lady Cecilia as he performed this act of gallantry, and an expression of features which looked very much like disgust. He had, however, seen love made on the stage, frequently; and, as he had seen lovers do there, he now dropped down on one knee, still holding Lady Cecilia's hand in his, and pressing it a second time to his lips.

"If your Ladyship will only make me--so happy--as to be--my wife--'pon my life you're welcome to all I have; and you may consider this place entirely your own! Do you understand me, dearest Lady Cicely? Come! 'Pon my life--I'm quite distracted--do you love me, Lady Cicely? Only say the word." A faint--a very faint sound issued from her lips--'twas--blush for her, my lady reader--"YES." [Oh, poor Lady Cecilia! Oh, fatal--fatal falsehood!]

"Then, as true as G.o.d's in heaven, dear gal, I love you," said he, with ardor and energy; and rising from his knee, he sat down beside her upon the sofa--placed an arm round her waist; with his other hand grasped hers--and--imprinted a kiss upon the pale cheek which had been so haughtily withdrawn from the presumptuous advances of the Marquis de Millefleurs, and from some half dozen others; several of whom had been men of commanding pretensions--elegant in person and manners--of great accomplishments--of intellect--of considerable fortune--of good family; but in her opinion, and that of the earl her father, not of family good _enough_, nor fortune considerable _enough_, to ent.i.tle any of them to an alliance with her.

"'Pon my life, Lady Cicely, you _are_ a most lovely gal," quoth t.i.tmouse, with increasing energy--"and now you're all my own! Though I _am_ only plain Mr. t.i.tmouse, and you'll be Lady Cicely still--I'll make you a good husband!" and again he pressed her hand and kissed her cold cheek. But slow and dull as were the Lady Cecilia's feelings, they were becoming too much excited to admit of her continuing much longer in the room.

"I'm sure--you'll--excuse--me, Mr. t.i.tmouse," said she, rising, and speaking quickly and faintly. When she had regained her room, she wept bitterly for upwards of an hour; and Miss Macspleuchan, well aware of the cause of it, knew not how to console one who had so deliberately immolated herself before the hideous little image of Mammon; who, in degrading herself, had also--and Miss Macspleuchan, a true lady, when alone, shed bitter and scalding tears, and her bosom swelled with wounded pride and indignation at the thought--degraded her whole s.e.x. In due time, however, the _Aurora_, a fashionable morning London newspaper, thus announced to the public, as an _auspicious_ event, the one which I have so faithfully, feeling much pain the while, described to the reader:--

"It is rumored that Mr. t.i.tmouse, who so lately recovered the very large estates of Yatton, in Yorkshire, and whose appearance in the fashionable world has created so great a sensation, and who is already connected, by consanguinity, with the ancient and n.o.ble family of Dreddlington, is about to form a closer alliance with it, and is now the accepted suitor of the lovely and accomplished Lady Cecilia Philippa Leopoldina Plantagenet, sole daughter and heiress of the Right Hon. the Earl of Dreddlington, and next in succession to the barony of Drelincourt, the most ancient, we believe, in the kingdom."

CHAPTER XI.

Behold now, thoughtful reader--for in your eyes it is anxiously desired that this history may find favor--the dreadful--the desperate reverse in Mr. Aubrey's circ.u.mstances. He has suddenly fallen from a very commanding position in society: from that of a high-born English gentleman, possessed of a fine unenc.u.mbered income, and all of luxury and splendor, and of opportunity for gratifying a disposition of n.o.ble munificence, that it can secure--and whose qualifications and prospects justified him in aspiring to the highest senatorial distinction:--behold him, I say, with his beloved and helpless family, sunk--lower than into straitened circ.u.mstances--beneath even poverty--into the palsying atmosphere of _debt_--and debt, too, inextricable and hopeless. Seeing that no one can be so secure, but that all this, or something of the like kind, may one day or other happen to him, 'tis hoped that it will be found neither uninteresting nor uninstructive to watch carefully and closely the present condition and _conduct_ of the Aubreys.

Bound hand and foot--so to speak--as Mr. Aubrey felt himself, and entirely at the mercy of Mr. t.i.tmouse and his solicitors, Messrs. Quirk, Gammon, and Snap, what could he do but submit to almost any terms on which they chose to insist? It will be recollected that Mr. Gammon's proposal was,[28] that Mr. Aubrey should forthwith discharge, without scrutiny, their bill of 3,946, 14s. 6d.; give sufficient security for the payment of the sum of 10,000 to Mr. t.i.tmouse, within twelve or eighteen months' time, and two promissory notes for the sum of 5,000 each, payable at some future period, as to which he had to rely solely on the sincerity and forbearance of Mr. Gammon, and the ratification of his acts by Mr. t.i.tmouse. This proposal was duly communicated by the unfortunate Aubrey to Messrs. Runnington, who obtained from Messrs.

Quirk, Gammon, and Snap, a fortnight's time in which to deliberate upon it. Messrs. Runnington almost immediately advised him to accept the proposed terms as unquestionably fair, and, under the circ.u.mstances, much more lenient than could have been expected. This might be so; but yet, how dismaying and hopeless to _him_ the idea of carrying them into effect! _How, indeed, was it to be done?_ First of all, how were Messrs.

Runnington's and Mr. Parkinson's bills to be got rid of--the former amounting to 1,670, 12s., the latter to 756? And how were Mr. Aubrey and his family to _live_ in the mean while, and how, moreover, were to be met the expenses of his legal education? As was intimated in a former part of this history, all that Mr. Aubrey had, on settling in London, was 3,000 stock (equal to 2,640 of money) and 423 in his banker's hands:--so that all his cash in hand was 3,063! and if he were to devote the whole of it to the discharge of the three attorneys' bills which he owed, he would still leave a gross balance unpaid of 3,310, 6s. 6d.! And yet for _him_ to talk of _giving security_ for the payment of 10,000 within eighteen months, and his own notes of hand for 10,000 more! It was really almost maddening to sit down and contemplate all this. But he must not fold his arms in impotence and despair--he must look his difficulties straight in the face, and do the best that was in his power. He resolved to devote every farthing he had, except 200, to the liquidation of Messrs. Quirk, Gammon, and Snap's account, and (in smaller proportion) of those also of Messrs. Runnington and Mr.

Parkinson; if necessary he resolved, though his heart thrilled with anguish at the thought, to sell his books, and the remnant of old family plate that he had preserved. Then he would strain every nerve to contribute towards the support of himself and of his family--poor oppressed soul!--by his literary exertions, in every moment that he could spare from his legal studies; and practise the severest economy that was consistent with health, and the preservation of a respectable exterior. He resolved also, though with a shudder, to commit himself to Gammon and t.i.tmouse's mercy, by handing to them (though a fearful farce it seemed) his two notes of hand for 10,000--_payable on demand_--for such Gammon intimated was usual in such a case, and would be required in the present one. But whither was he to look for security for the payment of 10,000 within eighteen months' time? This was a matter which indeed staggered him, and almost prostrated his energies whenever he directed them to the subject; it occasioned him inexpressible agitation and anguish. Individuals there were, he believed--he knew--who would cheerfully enter into the desired security on his behalf; but what a mockery! For them to be asked to secure _his_ payment of the sum, at the time mentioned, was, in effect, palpably asking them to pay the money for him; and in that light they could not but view such an application.

The reader will easily understand the potency of such considerations upon so sensitive and high-minded a person as Mr. Aubrey. While revolving these distracting and hara.s.sing topics in his mind, the name of Lord De la Zouch always presented itself to him. Had he not solemnly--repeatedly--_pledged_ himself to communicate with that kind, and wealthy, and generous n.o.bleman, in such an emergency as the present?

His Lordship's income was at least eighty or a hundred thousand pounds a-year; his habits were simple and unostentatious, though he was of a truly munificent disposition; and he had not a large and expensive family--his only child being Mr. Delamere. He had ever professed, and, as far as he had hitherto had an opportunity, proved himself to be a devoted, a most affectionate friend to Mr. Aubrey:--did not Providence, then, seem to point him out distinctly as one who should be applied to, to rescue from destruction a fallen friend? And why should Aubrey conjure up an array of imaginary obstacles, arising out of a diseased delicacy? And whom were such scruples reducing to dest.i.tution along with him!--his wife, his children, his devoted and n.o.ble-minded sister! But, alas! the thought of sweet Kate suggested another source of exquisite pain and embarra.s.sment to Aubrey, who well knew the ardent and inextinguishable pa.s.sion for her entertained by young Delamere. 'Twas true that, to pacify his father, and also not to grieve or hara.s.s Miss Aubrey by the constant attentions with which he would have otherwise followed her, he had consented to devote himself with great a.s.siduity and ardor to his last year's studies at Oxford; yet was he by no means an infrequent visitor at Vivian Street, resolutely regardless of the earnest entreaties of Miss Aubrey, and even of her brother. Not that there was ever anything indelicate or obtrusive in his attentions;--how could it be? Alas! Kate really loved him, and it required no very great acuteness in Delamere to discover it. He was as fine, handsome a young fellow as you could see anywhere; frank, high-spirited, accomplished, with an exceedingly elegant deportment, and simple, winning manners--and could she but be touched with a lively sense of the n.o.ble disinterestedness of his attachment to her! I declare that Kate wrote him several letters, in _bona fide_ dissuasion of his addresses, and which wore such a genuine and determined air of repulsion, as would have staggered most men; but young Delamere cared not one straw for any of them: let Kate vary her tone as she pleased, he told her simply that he had sent them to his mother, who said they were very good letters indeed; so he would make a point of reading all she would send him, and so forth. When Kate, with too solemn an emphasis to be mistaken or encountered with raillery, a.s.sured him that nothing upon earth should prevail upon her to quit her present station in her brother's family, at all events until he had completely surmounted all his troubles, Delamere, with looks of fond admiration, would reply that it signified nothing, as he was prepared to wait her pleasure, and submit to any caprice or unkindness in which her heart would allow her to indulge. I must own that poor Kate was, on more than one occasion of his exhibiting traits of delicate generosity towards her brother, so moved and melted towards her lover, that she could--shall I say it?--have sunk into his arms in silent and pa.s.sionate acquiescence; for her heart had, indeed, long been really his.--But whither am I wandering?--To return, then--I say, that when Mr. Aubrey adverted for a moment to this state of things, was it not calculated a thousand-fold to enhance the difficulty of his applying _to the father of Delamere_? So indeed it was; and, torn with conflicting emotions and considerations of this kind, nearly the whole of the fortnight granted to him for deliberation had elapsed, before he could make up his mind to apply to Lord De la Zouch. At length, however, with a sort of calm desperation, he determined to do so; and when he had deposited in the Post-Office his letter--one in every line of which the n.o.ble and generous person to whom it was addressed might easily detect the writhings of its writer's wounded spirit--the quiverings of a broken heart--he looked indeed a melancholy object. The instant that, by dropping his letter into the box, he had irrecoverably parted with all control over it, and to Lord De la Zouch it must go, Aubrey felt as if he would have given the world to recall it. Never had he heaved so many profound sighs, and felt so utterly miserable and dest.i.tute, as during his walk homeward that afternoon. Those dear beings did not know of the step he had intended to take; nor did he tell them that he had taken it.

When he saw his sister he felt sick at heart; and during the whole of the evening was so oppressed and subdued, that the faint anxious raillery of lovely Mrs. Aubrey and Kate, and the unconscious sportiveness of his children, served only to deepen the gloom which was around his spirit!--He had requested Lord De la Zouch to address his answer to him at the Temple; and sure enough, by return of post, Mr.

Aubrey found lying on his desk, on reaching the Temple three or four mornings afterwards, a letter addressed, "Charles Aubrey, Esq., at ---- Weasel's, Esq., No. 3, Pomegranate Court, Temple, London;" and franked, "DE LA ZOUCH."

"I shall return presently," said Mr. Aubrey to the clerk, with as much calmness as he could a.s.sume, having put the letter into his pocket, resolving to go into the Temple gardens and there read it, where any emotion which it might excite, would be un.o.bserved. Having at length seated himself on a bench, under one of the old trees near the river, with a somewhat tremulous hand he took out, and opened the letter, and read as follows:--