September 24th. — In the morning
I rose, light and cheerful — nay, intensely
happy. The hovering cloud cast over me by my
aunt’s views, and by the fear of not obtaining
her consent, was lost in the bright effulgence of
my own hopes, and the too delightful consciousness
of requited love. It was a splendid morning;
and I went out to enjoy it, in a quiet ramble, in
company with my own blissful thoughts. The dew
was on the grass, and ten thousand gossamers were
waving in the breeze; the happy red-breast was pouring
out its little soul in song, and my heart overflowed
with silent hymns of gratitude and praise to heaven.
But I had not wandered far before
my solitude was interrupted by the only person that
could have disturbed my musings, at that moment, without
being looked upon as an unwelcome intruder: Mr.
Huntingdon came suddenly upon me. So unexpected
was the apparition, that I might have thought it the
creation of an over-excited imagination, had the
sense of sight alone borne witness to his presence;
but immediately I felt his strong arm round my waist
and his warm kiss on my cheek, while his keen and gleeful
salutation, ‘My own Helen!’ was ringing
in my ear.
‘Not yours yet!’ said
I, hastily swerving aside from this too presumptuous
greeting. ’Remember my guardians.
You will not easily obtain my aunt’s consent.
Don’t you see she is prejudiced against you?’
’I do, dearest; and you must
tell me why, that I may best know how to combat her
objections. I suppose she thinks I am a prodigal,’
pursued he, observing that I was unwilling to reply,
’and concludes that I shall have but little
worldly goods wherewith to endow my better half?
If so, you must tell her that my property is mostly
entailed, and I cannot get rid of it. There may
be a few mortgages on the rest — a few trifling
debts and incumbrances here and there, but nothing
to speak of; and though I acknowledge I am not so rich
as I might be — or have been — still, I
think, we could manage pretty comfortably on what’s
left. My father, you know, was something of
a miser, and in his latter days especially saw no
pleasure in life but to amass riches; and so it is
no wonder that his son should make it his chief delight
to spend them, which was accordingly the case, until
my acquaintance with you, dear Helen, taught me other
views and nobler aims. And the very idea of having
you to care for under my roof would force me to moderate
my expenses and live like a Christian — not
to speak of all the prudence and virtue you would
instil into my mind by your wise counsels and sweet,
attractive goodness.’
‘But it is not that,’
said I; ’it is not money my aunt thinks about.
She knows better than to value worldly wealth above
its price.’
‘What is it, then?’
‘She wishes me to — to marry none but
a really good man.’
’What, a man of “decided
piety”? — ahem! — Well, come, I’ll
manage that too! It’s Sunday to-day, isn’t
it? I’ll go to church morning, afternoon,
and evening, and comport myself in such a godly sort
that she shall regard me with admiration and sisterly
love, as a brand plucked from the burning. I’ll
come home sighing like a furnace, and full of the
savour and unction of dear Mr. Blatant’s discourse
— ’
‘Mr. Leighton,’ said I, dryly.
’Is Mr. Leighton a “sweet
preacher,” Helen — a “dear, delightful,
heavenly-minded man”?’
’He is a good man, Mr. Huntingdon.
I wish I could say half as much for you.’
’Oh, I forgot, you are a saint,
too. I crave your pardon, dearest – but don’t
call me Mr. Huntingdon; my name is Arthur.’
’I’ll call you nothing
— for I’ll have nothing at all to do with
you if you talk in that way any more. If you
really mean to deceive my aunt as you say, you are
very wicked; and if not, you are very wrong to jest
on such a subject.’
‘I stand corrected,’ said
he, concluding his laugh with a sorrowful sigh.
‘Now,’ resumed he, after a momentary pause,
’let us talk about something else. And
come nearer to me, Helen, and take my arm; and then
I’ll let you alone. I can’t be quiet
while I see you walking there.’
I complied; but said we must soon
return to the house.
‘No one will be down to breakfast
yet, for long enough,’ he answered. ’You
spoke of your guardians just now, Helen, but is not
your father still living?’
’Yes, but I always look upon
my uncle and aunt as my guardians, for they are so
in deed, though not in name. My father has entirely
given me up to their care. I have never seen
him since dear mamma died, when I was a very little
girl, and my aunt, at her request, offered to take
charge of me, and took me away to Staningley, where
I have remained ever since; and I don’t think
he would object to anything for me that she thought
proper to sanction.’
’But would he sanction anything
to which she thought proper to object?’
‘No, I don’t think he cares enough about
me.’
’He is very much to blame —
but he doesn’t know what an angel he has for
his daughter — which is all the better for me,
as, if he did, he would not be willing to part with
such a treasure.’
‘And Mr. Huntingdon,’
said I, ’I suppose you know I am not an heiress?’
He protested he had never given it
a thought, and begged I would not disturb his present
enjoyment by the mention of such uninteresting subjects.
I was glad of this proof of disinterested affection;
for Annabella Wilmot is the probable heiress to all
her uncle’s wealth, in addition to her late
father’s property, which she has already in
possession.
I now insisted upon retracing our
steps to the house; but we walked slowly, and went
on talking as we proceeded. I need not repeat
all we said: let me rather refer to what passed
between my aunt and me, after breakfast, when Mr.
Huntingdon called my uncle aside, no doubt to make
his proposals, and she beckoned me into another room,
where she once more commenced a solemn remonstrance,
which, however, entirely failed to convince me that
her view of the case was preferable to my own.
‘You judge him uncharitably,
aunt, I know,’ said I. ’His very
friends are not half so bad as you represent them.
There is Walter Hargrave, Milicent’s brother,
for one: he is but a little lower than the angels,
if half she says of him is true. She is continually
talking to me about him, and lauding his many virtues
to the skies.’
‘You will form a very inadequate
estimate of a man’s character,’ replied
she, ’if you judge by what a fond sister says
of him. The worst of them generally know how
to hide their misdeeds from their sisters’ eyes,
and their mother’s, too.’
‘And there is Lord Lowborough,’
continued I, ‘quite a decent man.’
’Who told you so? Lord
Lowborough is a desperate man. He has dissipated
his fortune in gambling and other things, and is now
seeking an heiress to retrieve it. I told Miss
Wilmot so; but you’re all alike: she haughtily
answered she was very much obliged to me, but she
believed she knew when a man was seeking her for her
fortune, and when for herself; she flattered herself
she had had experience enough in those matters to
be justified in trusting to her own judgment —
and as for his lordship’s lack of fortune, she
cared nothing about that, as she hoped her own would
suffice for both; and as for his wildness, she supposed
he was no worse than others — besides, he was
reformed now. Yes, they can all play the hypocrite
when they want to take in a fond, misguided woman!’
‘Well, I think he’s about
as good as she is,’ said I. ’But
when Mr. Huntingdon is married, he won’t have
many opportunities of consorting with his bachelor
friends; — and the worse they are, the more
I long to deliver him from them.’
’To be sure, my dear; and the
worse he is, I suppose, the more you long to deliver
him from himself.’
’Yes, provided he is not incorrigible
— that is, the more I long to deliver him from
his faults — to give him an opportunity of shaking
off the adventitious evil got from contact with others
worse than himself, and shining out in the unclouded
light of his own genuine goodness — to do my
utmost to help his better self against his worse,
and make him what he would have been if he had not,
from the beginning, had a bad, selfish, miserly father,
who, to gratify his own sordid passions, restricted
him in the most innocent enjoyments of childhood and
youth, and so disgusted him with every kind of restraint;
— and a foolish mother who indulged him to the
top of his bent, deceiving her husband for him, and
doing her utmost to encourage those germs of folly
and vice it was her duty to suppress, — and
then, such a set of companions as you represent his
friends to be — ’
‘Poor man!’ said she,
sarcastically, ’his kind have greatly wronged
him!’
‘They have!’ cried I —
’and they shall wrong him no more — his
wife shall undo what his mother did!’
‘Well,’ said she, after
a short pause, ’I must say, Helen, I thought
better of your judgment than this — and your
taste too. How you can love such a man I cannot
tell, or what pleasure you can find in his company;
for “what fellowship hath light with darkness;
or he that believeth with an infidel?”’
’He is not an infidel; —
and I am not light, and he is not darkness; his worst
and only vice is thoughtlessness.’
‘And thoughtlessness,’
pursued my aunt, ’may lead to every crime, and
will but poorly excuse our errors in the sight of God.
Mr. Huntingdon, I suppose, is not without the common
faculties of men: he is not so light-headed as
to be irresponsible: his Maker has endowed him
with reason and conscience as well as the rest of us;
the Scriptures are open to him as well as to others;
— and “if he hear not them, neither will
he hear though one rose from the dead.”
And remember, Helen,’ continued she, solemnly,
’”the wicked shall be turned into hell, and
they that forget God!”’ And suppose, even,
that he should continue to love you, and you him, and
that you should pass through life together with tolerable
comfort — how will it be in the end, when you
see yourselves parted for ever; you, perhaps, taken
into eternal bliss, and he cast into the lake that
burneth with unquenchable fire — there for ever
to — ’
‘Not for ever,’ I exclaimed,
’”only till he has paid the uttermost farthing;”
for “if any man’s work abide not the fire,
he shall suffer loss, yet himself shall be saved,
but so as by fire;” and He that “is able
to subdue all things to Himself will have all men to
be saved,” and “will, in the fulness of
time, gather together in one all things in Christ
Jesus, who tasted death for every man, and in whom
God will reconcile all things to Himself, whether they
be things in earth or things in heaven.”’
‘Oh, Helen! where did you learn all this?’
’In the Bible, aunt. I
have searched it through, and found nearly thirty
passages, all tending to support the same theory.’
’And is that the use you make
of your Bible? And did you find no passages
tending to prove the danger and the falsity of such
a belief?’
’No: I found, indeed,
some passages that, taken by themselves, might seem
to contradict that opinion; but they will all bear
a different construction to that which is commonly
given, and in most the only difficulty is in the word
which we translate “everlasting” or “eternal.”
I don’t know the Greek, but I believe it strictly
means for ages, and might signify either endless or
long-enduring. And as for the danger of the belief,
I would not publish it abroad if I thought any poor
wretch would be likely to presume upon it to his own
destruction, but it is a glorious thought to cherish
in one’s own heart, and I would not part with
it for all the world can give!’
Here our conference ended, for it
was now high time to prepare for church. Every
one attended the morning service, except my uncle,
who hardly ever goes, and Mr. Wilmot, who stayed at
home with him to enjoy a quiet game of cribbage.
In the afternoon Miss Wilmot and Lord Lowborough
likewise excused themselves from attending; but Mr.
Huntingdon vouchsafed to accompany us again.
Whether it was to ingratiate himself with my aunt
I cannot tell, but, if so, he certainly should have
behaved better. I must confess, I did not like
his conduct during service at all. Holding his
prayer-book upside down, or open at any place but
the right, he did nothing but stare about him, unless
he happened to catch my aunt’s eye or mine,
and then he would drop his own on his book, with a
puritanical air of mock solemnity that would have
been ludicrous, if it had not been too provoking.
Once, during the sermon, after attentively regarding
Mr. Leighton for a few minutes, he suddenly produced
his gold pencil-case and snatched up a Bible.
Perceiving that I observed the movement, he whispered
that he was going to make a note of the sermon; but
instead of that, as I sat next him, I could not help
seeing that he was making a caricature of the preacher,
giving to the respectable, pious, elderly gentleman,
the air and aspect of a most absurd old hypocrite.
And yet, upon his return, he talked to my aunt about
the sermon with a degree of modest, serious discrimination
that tempted me to believe he had really attended
to and profited by the discourse.
Just before dinner my uncle called
me into the library for the discussion of a very important
matter, which was dismissed in few words.
‘Now, Nell,’ said he,
’this young Huntingdon has been asking for you:
what must I say about it? Your aunt would answer
“no” — but what say you?’
‘I say yes, uncle,’ replied
I, without a moment’s hesitation; for I had
thoroughly made up my mind on the subject.
‘Very good!’ cried he.
’Now that’s a good honest answer —
wonderful for a girl! — Well, I’ll write
to your father to-morrow. He’s sure to
give his consent; so you may look on the matter as
settled. You’d have done a deal better
if you’d taken Wilmot, I can tell you; but that
you won’t believe. At your time of life,
it’s love that rules the roast: at mine,
it’s solid, serviceable gold. I suppose
now, you’d never dream of looking into the state
of your husband’s finances, or troubling your
head about settlements, or anything of that sort?’
‘I don’t think I should.’
’Well, be thankful, then, that
you’ve wiser heads to think for you. I
haven’t had time, yet, to examine thoroughly
into this young rascal’s affairs, but I see
that a great part of his father’s fine property
has been squandered away; — but still, I think,
there’s a pretty fair share of it left, and
a little careful nursing may make a handsome thing
of it yet; and then we must persuade your father to
give you a decent fortune, as he has only one besides
yourself to care for; — and, if you behave well,
who knows but what I may be induced to remember you
in my will!’ continued he, putting his fingers
to his nose, with a knowing wink.
‘Thanks, uncle, for that and
all your kindness,’ replied I.
’Well, and I questioned this
young spark on the matter of settlements,’ continued
he; ’and he seemed disposed to be generous enough
on that point — ’
‘I knew he would!’ said
I. ’But pray don’t trouble your head
— or his, or mine about that; for all I have
will be his, and all he has will be mine; and what
more could either of us require?’ And I was
about to make my exit, but he called me back.
‘Stop, stop!’ cried he;
’we haven’t mentioned the time yet.
When must it be? Your aunt would put it off
till the Lord knows when, but he is anxious to be
bound as soon as may be: he won’t hear
of waiting beyond next month; and you, I guess, will
be of the same mind, so — ’
’Not at all, uncle; on the contrary,
I should like to wait till after Christmas, at least.’
‘Oh! pooh, pooh! never tell
me that tale — I know better,’ cried he;
and he persisted in his incredulity. Nevertheless,
it is quite true. I am in no hurry at all.
How can I be, when I think of the momentous change
that awaits me, and of all I have to leave? It
is happiness enough to know that we are to be united;
and that he really loves me, and I may love him as
devotedly, and think of him as often as I please.
However, I insisted upon consulting my aunt about
the time of the wedding, for I determined her counsels
should not be utterly disregarded; and no conclusions
on that particular are come to yet.