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which bear them finally to the dishonour or the grave. But I linger, and please myself by dwelling on feelings which you cannot understand; for the same principle of love makes me find a sort of delight in my torture. I will hasten to the end of my disastrous history. I beheld the fortunate woman destined to be the bride of Mowbray. Lushee took me even into the bedroom of the beautiful sisters; but they awoke, and were terrified, supposing they saw something supernatural, and we fled, with difficulty escaping detection. From this time I never repeated these wild and useless visits. I even quitted the neighbourhood, for I dared not trust myself longer in its precincts.
“ I had now but one wish left, and kind Providence seemed to listen to my prayers. To appear in public-to exert my talents, was no longer possible to me. I resigned my engagement at the theatre, and with it the means almost of subsistence, for my remittances from abroad were irregularly paid, and were reduced to a sum wholly inadequate to the expenses of a sojourn in this country. Still I determined to die here, that my ashes might mingle in the soil which, as Lord Mowbray's country,
“You know the rest—you have soothed the latter moments of my days—for ever blessed may you be for having come to the aid of one, who was neglected, scorned, forlorn, and vilified; yes, my dear friends, you will be repaid for your generous kindness. To Lord Mowbray convey my last message, of never-failing love; I exonerate him from all design whatever to have brought me to this end; he meant nothing serious, nothing beyond admiration and kindness; but, oh! let your sex beware, my revered Mr. Altamont, of that indulgence in the vanity of receiving the homage of ours, which in the world is esteemed at most a venial trespass, but which is often productive of indescribable wretchedness. Yet say not this to Lord Mowbray ; say only that I died for love of him.”
Mr. and Mrs. Altamont received her confidence with all the tender concern it merited; and they yielded to Rosalinda's last expressed wish of seeing Lord Mowbray once more before she died. For this purpose, Mr. Altamont set forth from Pimlico, with an aching heart, to seek his friend.
On the morning after the ball, at Roehampton, Lord Mowbray was indulging in the hope to which the previous evening's occurrences had given birth, and had almost screwed his courage to the sticking place, after having lulled certain remorse of conscience to rest: he was preparing to declare himself in due form to Lady Emily, when his servant announced Mr. Altamont. It required all Lord Mowbray's self-command to prevent the peevish not at home from being uttered in the face of his friend.
Mr. Altamont entered the room at the same moment, and mistaking the sudden action of Lord Mowbray's darting to the door, for a kindly greeting, cordially seized hold of his hand. The action so little corresponded with Lord Mowbray's present feelings, that he could not conceal the awkwardness he felt.
" You were going out, my dear Lord; at another time I should have apologised for my intrusion, and have taken the more than hint which is conveyed in the expression of your countenance; but as it is, allow me to say I must detain you. I have a long and somewhat sad story to tell, but nevertheless it must be told; and, after what I observed last night, it is perhaps the very moment when it had best be told :
'It's good to be merry and wise;
be on wi' the new.'
Now it is of this I am come to talk to you: poor Rosalinda is dying !”
Lord Mowbray turned pale.
“ Rosalinda dying !-tell me not so. Let me go instantly to her.”
“ Be collected, my dear Lord; do not hurry into her presence till she is prepared to see you. Every necessary aid her present exigencies require, has been procured for her: there is no need for this sudden ebullition of feeling; but there was great need of some recollection of what was due to a woman, who in the hour of her prosperity had sacrificed every thing to you."
“ Altamont, I can bear a great deal from you," said Lord Morbray rising; “but this I cannot endure. You take advantage of a confidence I reposed in you to upbraid me unjustly. Pray how was I to know that Rosalinda was reduced to poverty and distress? were you not the first to counsel me to avoid her? did you not frequently and forcibly represent to me how unfitting it was that I should continue an intimacy with a person too good to be sacrificed to a mere fancy, yet wholly unfitting to become my wife? and if in following your advice and losing sight of her, I have been left in total ignorance of her distress, do I deserve so severe a rebuke ?"
“ What, is it possible that the Rosalinda has never applied to you for assistance, never made known her pitiable condition to you ?”
Never !”— “No, I know she has not ; for I have become accidentally intimate with her, and she has confided her secret to me; I only asked the question to bring more forcibly home to you the magnanimity of her conduct. She is, I must