Chapter 13

Miss WARLEY to Lady MARY SUTTON.

_From the Crown, at ----_.

Here am I, ever-honour'd lady, forty miles on the road to that beloved spot, where, for nineteen years, my tranquility was uninterrupted.--Will a serene sky always hang over me?--It will be presumption to suppose it,--when thousands, perhaps, endowed with virtues the most god-like, have nothing on which they can look _back_ but dark clouds,--nothing to which they can look _forward_ but gathering storms.--Am I a bark only fit to sail in fair weather?--Shall I not prepare to meet the waves of disappointment?

How does my heart bear,--how throb,--to give up follies which dare not hide themselves where a passage is made _by_ generosity, _by_ affection unbounded.--Yes, my dear Lady, this is the only moment I do not regret being absent from you;--for could my tongue relate what my pen trembles to discover?--No!

Behold _me_ at your Ladyship's feet!--behold _me_ a supplicant suing for my returning peace!--_You_ only, can restore it.--Command that I give up my preference for Lord Darcey, and the intruder is banished from my heart:--_then_ shall I no more labour to deceive myself:--_then_ shall I no more blindly exchange certain peace for doubtful happiness,--a _quiet_ for a _restless_ mind.--Humility has not fled me;--my heart has not fallen a sacrifice to title, pomp, or splendor.--Yet, has it not foolishly, unasked, given itself up?--Ah! my Lady, not entirely unask'd neither; or, why, from the first moment, have I seen him shew _such_ tender, _such_ respectful assiduities?--why _so_ ardently solicit to attend me into Oxfordshire?--why ask, if I refused my hand in the same peremptory manner, what would become of the man who without it was lost to the whole world?--But am I not too vain?--Why should this man be Lord Darcey?--Rather one rising to his imagination, who he might possibly suppose was entrapped by my girlish years.--A few, a very _few_ weeks, and I am gone from him forever.--If your Ladyship's goodness can pardon the confession I have made, no errors will I again commit of the kind which now lies blushing before you.

Next to your Ladyship Mr. Jenkings is the best friend I have on earth.--He _never_ has suspected, or _now_ quite forgets his suspicions.--Not all my entreaties could prevent him from taking this long journey with me.--His age, his connections, his business, every thing is made subservient to my convenience--Whilst I write he is below, and has just sent up to know if I will permit a gentleman of his acquaintance, whom he has met accidentally at this inn, to dine with us.--Why does he use this ceremony?--I can have no objection to any friend of _his_.--Dinner is served up.--I shall write again at our last stage this evening.

_From the Mitre at ----_.

Past twelve at night!--An hour I used to think the most silent of any:--but _here_ so much the reverse, one reasonably may suppose the inhabitants, or guests, have mistaken midnight for mid-day.

I will ring and enquire, why all this noise?

A strange bustle!--Something like fighting!--Very near, I protest.--Hark! bless me, I shall be frightened to death!--The chambermaid not come! Would I could find my way to Mr. Jenkings's room!--Womens voices, as I live!--Begging!--praying!--Ah! ah! now they cry, Take the swords away!--Take the swords away!--Heaven defend us! to be sure we shall be all killed.

_One o'clock_.

Not kill'd, but terrified out of my senses.--Well, if ever I stop at this inn again--

You remember, Madam, I was thrown into a sad fright by the hurry and confusion without.--I dropped my pen, and pulled the bell with greater violence.--No one came;--the noise increas'd.--Several people ran up and down by the door of my apartment.--I flew and double lock'd it.--But, good God! what were my terrors, when a voice cried out, She cannot be brought to life!--Is there no assistance at hand?--no surgeon near?--I rushed from my chamber, in the first emotions of surprize and compassion, to mix in a confused croud, _unknowing_ and _unknown_.--I ventur'd no further than the passage. Judge my astonishment, to perceive there, and in a large room which open'd into it, fifty or sixty well dressed people of both sexes:--_Women_, some crying, some laughing:--_Men_ swearing, stamping, and calling upon others to come down and end the dispute below.--I thought of nothing _now_, but how to retreat unobserv'd:--when a gentleman, in regimentals, ran so furiously up the stairs full against me, that I should have been instantly at the bottom, had not his extended arm prevented my flight.

I did not stay to receive his apologies, but hastened to my chamber, and have not yet recovered my trembling.--Why did I leave it?--Why was I so inconsiderate?

Another alarm!--Some one knocks at the door!--Will there be no end to my frights?

If one's spirits are on the flutter, how every little circumstance increases our consternation!--When I heard the tapping at my door, instead of enquiring who was there, I got up and stood against it.

Don't be afraid, _Mame_, said a voice without; it is only the chambermaid come with some drops and water.--With drops and water! replied I, letting her in--who sent you hither?

Captain Risby, _Mame_, one of the officers:--he told me you was frighten'd.

I am oblig'd to the gentleman;--but set down the drops, I do not want any.--Pray tell me what has occasioned this uproar in your house?

To be sure, _Mame_, here has been a terrifying noise this night.--It don't use to be so;--but our _Town's_ Gentlemen have such a dislike to _Officers_, I suppose there will be no peace while they are in town.--I never saw the Ladies dress'd so fine in my life; and had the Colonel happen'd to ask one of the _Alderman's_ daughters to dance, all would have gone on well.

You have an assembly then in the house?

O yes, _Mame_, the assembly is always kept here.--And, as I was saying, the Colonel should have danced with one of our Alderman's daughters:--instead of that, he engag'd a daughter of Esquire Light, and introduced the Major and a _handsome Captain_ to her two sisters.--Now, to be sure, this was enough to enrage the best Trade's-People in the place, who can give their _young Ladies_ three times as much as Mr. Light can his daughters.

I saw she was determin'd to finish her harangue, so did not attempt to interrupt her.

One of us chambermaids, _Mame_, continued she, always assist the waiters;--it was my turn this evening; so, as I was stirring the fire in the card-room, I could hear the Ladies whisper their partners, if they let strangers stand above them, they might dance with whom they could get for the future.--They were busy about the matter when the Colonel enter'd with Miss Light, who though she is _very_ handsome, _very_ sensible, and all that, it did not become her to wear a silver silk;--for what, as _our Ladies_ said, is family without fortune?--But I am running on with a story of an hour long.--So _Mame_, as soon as the Colonel and his partner went into the dancing-room,--_one_ cry'd, Defend me from French'd hair, if people's heads are to look like towers;--_another_, her gown sleeves were too large;--a _third_, the robeings too high;--a _fourth_, her ruff too deep:--in short, _Mame_, her very shoe-buckles shared the same fate.

This recital put me out of all patience:--I could not endure to see held up a picture, which, though out of the hands of a dauber, presented a true likeness of human nature in her most deprav'd state.--Enough, Mrs. Betty, said I, now pray warm my bed; it is late, and I am fatigued.

O! to be sure, _Mame_; but will you not first hear what was the occasion of the noise?--The country-dances, continued she, not waiting my reply, began; and _our Town's Gentlemen_ ran to the top of the room, leaving the _Officers_ to dance at the bottom.--This put them in _so_ violent a passion, that the Colonel swore, if _our_ Gentlemen persisted in their ill manners, not a soul should dance.--So, _Mame_, upon this _our_ Gentlemen let some of the Officers stand above them;--and there was no dispute till after ten.--What they quarrelled about then I don't know;--but, when I came into the room, they were all going to fight;--and fight they certainly would, if they could have got _our_ Gentlemen down stairs.--Not one of them would stir, which made the others so mad, that they would have pulled them down, had not the Ladies interfered.--Then it was, _Mame_, I suppose, you heard the cries and shrieks; for every one that had _husbands, brothers_, or _admirers_ there, took hold of them; begging and praying they would not fight.--Poor Miss Peggy Turner will have a fine rub; for she always deny'd to her _Mamma_, that there was any thing in the affair between her and Mr. Grant the Attorney. Now she has discovered all, by fainting away when he broke from her to go to the other end of the room.

I hope there has been no blood shed?

None, I'll assure you, _Mame_, in this house; what happens out of it is no business of mine. Now, _Mame_, would you please to go to bed? By all means, Mrs. Betty.--So away went my communicative companion. Being much tired, I shall lay down an hour or two, then reassume my pen.

_Four o'clock in the morning_.

Not able to close my eyes, I am got up to have the pleasure of introducing to your Ladyship the Gentleman who I mention'd was to dine with us at the other inn. Judge my surprize, when I found him to be the worthy Dean of H---- going into Oxfordshire to visit his former flock;--I knew him before Mr. Jenkings pronounced his name, by the strong likeness of his picture.

I even fancied the beautiful pair stood before me, whose hands he is represented joining. It is much to be regretted so fine a piece should be hid from the world.--Why should not _this_ be proportion? The _other_ portraits which your Ladyship has drawn, are even allowed by Reynolds to be masterly.--Let me therefore entreat, next time he comes to the Lodge, my favourite may _at least_ have a chance of being called from banishment.

The Dean was almost discouraged from proceeding on his journey, by hearing of your Ladyship's absence, and the death of Mrs. Whitmore.--He was no stranger to what concern'd me, tho' I could be scarce an inhabitant of Hillford-Down at the time _he_ left it.--I suppose his information was from Mr. Jenkings; I could see them from the window deep in discourse, walking in the Bowling-Green, from the moment the Dean got out of his chaise till dinner.

The latter expressed infinite satisfaction when I joined them; looking with such stedfast tenderness, as if he would trace on my countenance the features of some dear friend.--His sincere regard for Mr. and Mrs. Whitmore, and the gratitude he owes your Ladyship, must make him behold me with a favourable eye, knowing how greatly I have been distinguish'd by the two latter.

He had a stool put into his chaise; assuring us we could fit three conveniently--We came from the last inn together, and are to travel so the remainder of the journey.

After your Ladyship's strict commands, that I look on Brandon-Lodge as my home, I shall make it such the few days I stay in Oxfordshire;--and have presumed on your indulgence, to request Mr. Jenkings will do the same.--The Dean's visit is to Mr. Gardener, which will be happy for me, as that Gentleman's house is so near the Lodge.--I hope to see the tops of the chimneys this evening.--

My heart would jump at the sight, if I expected your Ladyship to meet me with open arms.--Extatic thought!--unfit to precede those disappointments which must follow thick on one another. Can there be greater!--to pass the very house, once inhabited by--O my Lady!--Heaven! how will your and her image bring before me past happy scenes!

If this is the Dean's voice, he is got up, early. The horses putting to, and scarce five o'clock! Here comes a messenger, to say they are ready. So rest my pen, till; I again take it up at Brandon-Lodge.

_Brandon-Lodge_.

I never saw such general joy as appeared through the village at sight of the Dean.--The first person who espy'd him ran with such speed into every house, that by the time we reached Mr. Gardener's gate, the chaise was surrounded by a hundred people.--Mr. and Mrs. Gardener stepping out, were saluted by the Dean. What, our old friend! cried they.--What, our old friend!--Good God!--and Miss Warley too!--This is a joyful surprize, indeed! and would have taken me out by force, if I had not persisted in going to the Lodge.--Your Ladyship is enough acquainted with these good people, to know they would part with any thing rather than their friends.--I have not yet seen Miss Gardener: she was gone on a walk with Miss West and Miss Conway.

The Dean showered a thousand marks of regard on all around him;--the meanest not escaping his notice.--In this tumult of pleasure I did not pass unregarded.--Your Ladyship and Mrs. Whitmore still live in their hearts; the pure air of Hillford-Down will not mix with the cold blast of ingratitude.

May the soft pillow I am going to repose on, shut not out from my mind the load of obligations which rest on it!--The remembrance is balm to my soul, either in my sleeping or waking hours.

Nine o'clock.

Scarce out of my bed half an hour!--How have I over-slept myself! Mrs. Bennet has prevailed on Mr. Jenkings to have some breakfast.--Good, considerate woman!--indeed, all your Ladyship's domestics are good and considerate.--No wonder, when you treat them so very different from _some people_ of high rank. Let those who complain of fraud, guilt, negligence, or want of respect from their dependants, look in here;--where they will see honesty, virtue, and reverence attend the execution of every command.--Flowers must be planted before they can take root.--Few, very few endeavour to improve an uncultivated soil, notwithstanding how great the advantage is to the improver.

I last night receiv'd pleasure inexpressible, by sending for the servants to acquaint them of your Ladyship's returning health; and feasted on the satisfaction they expressed.--In a moment all the live creatures were brought.--I am satisfied, my Lady, if any of them die in your absence, it must be of fat.--My old acquaintances Bell and Flora could hardly waddle in to pay their compliments; the parrot, which used to squall the moment she saw me, is now quite dumb; shewing no mark of her favour, but holding down her head to be scratched;--the turtle-doves are in the same case.--I have taken the liberty to desire the whole crew might be put to short allowance.

John said, he believed it was natural for every thing to grow fat here; and was much afraid, when I saw the coach-horses, I should pronounce the same hard sentence against them, desiring orders to attend me with the carriage this morning.--I told him my stay would be so short, I should have no time for an airing.

The gardener has just sent me a blooming nosegay; I suppose, to put me in mind of visiting his care, which I intend, after I have acquainted your Ladyship with an incident that till this moment had escaped my memory.--The Dean, Mr. Jenkings, and myself, were drinking a cup of chocolate before we sat out from the inn where I had been so much hurried, when captain Risby sent in his name, desiring we would admit him for a moment. His request being assented to, he entered very respectfully, said he came to apologize for the rudeness he was guilty of the last night.--The Dean and Mr. Jenkings presently guessed his meaning; I had been just relating the whole affair, which I was pleased to find did not disturb their rest.--I assured Captain Risby, far from deeming his behaviour rude, I was obliged to him for his solicitude in sending a servant to my chamber. He said he had not been in bed, determining to watch our setting out, in hopes his pardon would be sealed:--that to think of the accident he might have occasioned, gave him great pain.

Pardon me, Madam, addressing himself to me; and you, Sir, to Mr. Jenkings; if I ask one plain question: Have _you_, or at least has not _that Lady_, relations out of England? I have a friend abroad--I have heard him say his father is still living;--but then he has no sister;--or a certain likeness I discover would convince me.

Undoubtedly he took me for Mr. Jenkings's daughter:--what he meant further I cannot divine.

Mr. Jenkings reply'd, You are mistaken, Sir, if you think me the father of this Lady.--The chaise driving up that moment to the door, he shook him by the hand, and led me towards it; the Captain assisting me in getting in.

I wish I could have satisfied my curiosity.--I wish I had known to whom he likened me.--Perhaps his eyes misinformed him--perhaps he might have taken a cheerful glass after the last night's encounter:--yet he resembled not a votary of Bacchus;--his complexion clear;--hair nicely comb'd;--coat without a spot;--linen extremely fine and clean.--But enough of him.--Here comes the Dean, walking up the avenue escorting a party of my old acquaintances.

Adieu! dearest honour'd Lady, till my return to Hampshire.

F. WARLEY.