ai B RARY OF THE UNIVERSITY or ILLINOIS 823 L5l9t Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2010 with funding from University of Illinois Urbana-Champaign http://www.archive.org/details/tenantsofmaloryn01lefa 5^' THE TENANTS OF MALOEY. (Reprinted from the " Dublin University Magazine.") THE TENANTS OF MALOEY, % Mobd. JOSEPH SHERIDAN LE FANU, AUTHOR OF " UXCLE SILAS," "GUY DEVERELL," "THE HOUSE BY THE CHrRCHVARD," ETC. ETC. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. I. LONDON : TINSLEY BROTHERS, 18, CATHERINE ST., STRAND. 1867. [TJie Ricjlit of Translation is reserixd.] LONDON ; BRADBTRY, EVANS, A^D CO., PRINTERS, WHITEFRIAR3. 'y EIGHT HON. THE LADY DUFFEKIN, S^^b f ak is instrikb, BY THE AUTHOR i no CONTENTS. CHAP. PAGE I. — COKCERNIXG TWO LADIES WHO SAT IN THK MALORY PEW 1 II, — ALL THAT THE DRAPEn's WIFE COULD TELL . 13 III. — HOME TO WARE 21 IV. — ON THE GREEN OF CARDYLLIAN ... 29 V. — A VLSIT TO H.AZELDEN 40 VI. — MALORY BY MOONLIGHT 51 VII. — A VIEW FROM THE REFECTORY WINDOW . . 62 VIII.— A NIGHT .SAIL 70 IX. — THE REVEREND I.SAAC DIXIE 81 X. — READING AN EPITAPH 93 XI.— FAREWELL . . 104 XII.— IN WHICH CLEVE VERNEY WAYLAYS AN OLD LADY 114 XIII. — THE BOY WITH THE CAGE 122 XIV. — NEW.S ABOUT THE OLD MAN OF THE MOUNTAIN.S 135 XV. — WITHIN THE SANCTUARY 154 VI 11 CONTENTS. CHAP. PAGE XVI, — AN UNLOOKED-FOR VISITOR . . ... 170 XVII. — THEY VISIT THE CHAPEL OF PENRUTHYN AGAIN . 184 XVIII. — CLEVE AGAIN BEFORE HIS IDOL . . . 203 XIX. — CLEVE VERNEY TAKES A BOLD STEP . . . 214 XX. — HIS FATE 227 XXI. — CAPTAIN SHRAPNELL 236 XXII. — SIR BOOTH SPEAKS 246 XXIII. — MARGARET HAS HER WARNING . . , . 256 XXIV. — SIR BOOTH IN A PASSION 263 XXV. — IN WHICH THE LADIES PEEP INTO CARDYLLIAN . 271 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. CHAPTER I. CONCERNING TWO LADIES WHO SAT IN THE MALORY PEW. There were tenants at last in Malory ; and the curiosity of the honest residents of Cardyl- lian, the small and antique town close by, was at 7 once piqued and mortified by the unaccountable reserve of these people. For four years, except from one twisted chim- ney in the far corner of the old house, no smoke had risen from its flues. Tufts of grass had grown up between the paving-stones of the silent stable-yard, grass had crept over the dark avenue, which, making a curve near the gate, is soon lost among the sombre trees that throw a perpetual shadow upon it ; the groves of nettles had spread and thickened among their trunks ; and in the VOL. I. B 2 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. signs of neglect and decay, the monastic old place grew more than ever triste. The pretty little Welsh town of Cardyllian stands near the shingle of a broad estuary, be- yond which tower the noble Cambrian mountains. High and dim, tier above tier, undulating hills, broken by misty glens, and clothed with woods, rise from the opposite shore, and are backed, range behind range, by the dim outlines of Alpine peaks and slopes, and flanked by purple and gold-tinted headlands, rising dome-like from the sea. Between the town and the gray shingle stretches a strip of bright green sward, the Green of Cardyllian, along which rows of pleasant houses, with little gardens in front, look over the sea to the mountains. It is a town quaint, old, and quiet. Many of the houses bear date anterior to the great civil wars of England, and on the oak beams of some are carved years of grace during which Shake- speare was still living among his friends, in Stratford-on-Avon. At the end of long Castle Street rise the battle- ments and roofless towers of that grand old feudal fortress which helped to hold the conquest of Wales for the English crown in the days of tabards, lances, and the long-bow. Its other THE MALORY PEW. 3 chief street strikes off at right angles, and up hill from this, taking its name from the ancient church, which, with its churchyard, stands divided from it by a low wall of red sandstone, sur- mounted by one of those tall and fanciful iron rails, the knack of designing which seems to be a lost art in these countries. There are other smaller streets and bv-lanes, some dark with a monastic stillness, others thinly built, with little gardens and old plum and pear trees peeping over grass-grown walls, and here and there you light upon a fragment of that ancient town wall from which, in the great troubles which have helped to build up the glory of England, plumed cavaliers once parleyed with steel-capped Puritans. Thus the tints and shadows of a great history rest faintly even upon this out- of-the-way and serene little town. The permanent residents of CardylHan for half the year are idle, and for mere occupation are led to inquire into and report one another^s sins, vanities, and mishaps. Necessity thus educates them in that mutual interest in one another^s affairs, and that taste for narrative, which pusil- lanimous people call prying and tattle. That the people now residing in Malory, scarcely a mile away, should have so totally defeated them was painful and even irritating. 4 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. It was next to impossible to take a walk near Cardyllian without seeing Malory; and thus their failure perpetually stared them in the face. You can best see Malory from the high grounds which, westward of the town, overlook the estuary. About a mile away you descry a dark and rather wide-spread mass of wood, lying in a gentle hollow, which, I think, deepens its sombre tint. It approaches closely to the long ripple of the sea, and through the foliage are visible some old chimneys and glimpses of gray gables. The refectory of the friary that once stood there, built of gray and reddish stones, half hid in ivy, now does duty as a barn. It is so embowered in trees, that you can scarcely, here and there, gain a peep from without at its tinted walls; and the whole place is overhung by a sad- ness and silence that well accord with its cloistered traditions. That is Malory. It was Sunday now. Over the graves and tombstones of those who will hear its sweet music no more, the bell had summoned the townsfolk and visitors to to the old church of Cardyllian. The little town boasts, indeed, a beautiful old church, Gothic, with side-aisles, and an antique stained window, from which gloried saints and martyrs look down, in robes as rich and brilliant as we see now-a-days only upon the kings and THE MALORY PEW. 5 queens of our court cards. It has also some fine old monuments of the Verney family. The light is solemn and subdued. There is a very sweet- toned organ, which they say is as old as the reign of Charles I., but I do not know how truly. In the porch are hung in chains two sacrilegious round shot, which entered the church when Cromwell's general opened his fire, in those days of sorrow when the liberties of England were in the throes of birth. Beside the brilliant stained window, engraven upon a brass plate, is a record of the same "solemn times," relating how certain careful men, to whom we are obliged, had taken down, enclosed in boxes, and buried, in hope of a typical resurrection, the ancient window which had for so long beautified *^this church," and thus saved it from the hands of "violent and fanatical men." When " the season " is still flourishing at Car- dyllian, the church is sometimes very full. On the Sunday I speak of it was so. One pew, in- deed, was quite relieved from the general pres- sure. It was the large panelled enclosure which stands near the communion rails, at the right as you look up the aisle toward the glowing window. Its flooring is raised a full foot higher than the surrounding level. This is the seat of the Verney familv. t) THE TENANTS OF MALORY. But one person performed his devotions in it, upon the day of which 1 speak. This was a tall, elegantly slight young man, with the indescri- bable air of careless fashion; and I am afraid he was much more peeped at and watched than he ought to have been by good Christians during divine service. Sometimes people saw but the edge of his black whisker, and the waves of his dark hair, and his lavender-gloved hand resting on the edge of the pew. At other times — when, for instance, during the Litany, he leaned over with his arms resting on the edge of the pew — he was very satisfactorily revealed, and elicited a considerable variety of criticism. Most people said he was very handsome, and so, I think, he was — a dark young man, with very large, soft eyes, and very brilliant even teeth. Some people said he was spoiled by an insolent and selfish expression of countenance. Some ladies again said that his figure was perfect, while others alleged that there was a slight curve — not a stoop, but a bend at the shoulder, which they could not quite sanc- tion. The interest, and even anxiety with which this young gentleman was observed and afterwards dis- cussed, were due to the fact that he was Mr. Cleve Verney, the nephew, not of the present Viscount THE MALORY PEW. 7 Verney, but of the man who must very soon be so, and heir presumptive to the title — a position in the town of Cardyllian, hardly inferior to that of Prince of Wales. But the title of Verney, or rather the right claimant of that title, was then, and had been for many years, in an extremely odd position. In more senses than one, a cloud rested upon him. For strong reasons, and great danger, he had vanished more than twenty years ago, and lived, ever since, in a remote part of the world, and in a jealous and eccentric mystery. While this young gentleman was causing so many reprehensible distractions in the minds of other Christians, he was himself, though not a creature observed it, undergoing a rather wilder aberration of a similar sort himself. In a small seat at the other side, which seems built for privacy, with a high panelling at the sides and back, sat a young lady, whose beauty riveted and engrossed his attention in a way that seemed to the young gentleman, of many London seasons, almost unaccountable. There was an old lady with her — a lady-like old woman, he thought her — slight of figure, and rubrically punctual in her up-risings, and down- sittings. The seat holds four with comfort, but no more. The oak casing round it is high. The gl THE TENANTS OF MALORY. light visits it through the glorious old eastern window, mellowed and solemnized — and in this chiar'oscuro, the young lady^s beauty had a transparent and saddened character which he thought quite peculiar. Altogether he felt it acting upon him with the insidious power of a spell. The old lady — for the halo of interest of which the girl was the centre, included her — was dressed^ he at first thought, in black, but now he was nearly sure it was a purple silk. Though she wore a grave countenance, suitable to the scene and occasion, it was by no means sombre — a cheerful and engaging countenance on the contrary. The young lady's dress was one of those rich Welsh linseys, which exhibit a drapery of thick ribbed, dark gray silk, in great measure concealed by a short but ample cloak or coat of black vel- vet — altogether a costume, the gravity of which struck him as demure and piquant. Leaning over the side of his pew, Mr. Cleve Verney prayed with a remarkable persistence in the direction of this seat. After the Litany he thought her a great deal more beautiful than he had before it, and by the time the Communion service closed, he was sure he had never seen any one at all so lovely. He could not have fancied. THE MALORY PEW. \f in flesh and blood, so wonderful an embodiment of Guidons portrait of Beatrice Cenci. The ex- quisite brow, and large hazel eye, so clear and soft, so bold and shy. The face voluptuous, yet pure; funeste but innocent. The rich chestnut hair, the pearly whiteness, and scarlet lips, and the strange, wild, melancholy look — and a shadow of fate. Three-quarters, or full face, or momentary profile — in shade, now — in light — the same won- derful likeness still. The phantom of Beatrice was before him. I can^t say whether the young lady or the old observed the irregular worship directed towards their pew. Cleve did not think they did. He had no particular wish that they should. In fact, his interest was growing so strangely absorbing that something of that jealousy of observation which indicates a deeper sentiment than mere admiration, had supervened, and Mr. Cleve con- ducted his reconnoitring with slyness and cau- tion. That small pew over the way, he was nearly cer- tain, belonged to Malory. Now Malory is a dower house of the Verneys. His own grandmother, the Venerable Dowager Lady Verney, as much to her annoyance the fashionable morning paper respect- fully called her, was at that time the incumbent. But though she held it with the inflexible gripe 10 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. of an old lady whose rights were not to be trifled with, she would not reside, and the place was, as I have said, utterly neglected, and the old house very much out of repair. AYhy, then, should the Malory pew be thus tenanted ? These ladies, he had no doubt, sat there of right — for if the seat had been opened to the congregation at large, in the then state of pressure, it would have been filled. Could they possibly be of kindred to the Yerneys, and sit where they did by virtue of an order from the Dowager ? So Cleve Verney began to count up cousins whom he had never seen, and left off no wiser. Close by this dark Malory pew, is a small side- door of the church. There is another like it, a little lower down, in the opposite wall, not far from the Verney pew, and through these emerge thin files of worshippers, while the main column shuffles and pushes through the porch. So, when the Hector had pronounced his final blessing, Cleve Verney having improved the little silence that followed to get his hat and cane into his hand, glided from his seat before the mass of the congregation were astir, and emerging on the little gravel walk, stepped lightly down to the stone stile, from whence you command a view of every exit from the churchyard. THE MALORY PEW. 11 He stood with one foot upon it, like a man awaiting a friend, and looking listlessly toward the church. And as he loitered, a friend did turn up whom he very little expected to see. A young man, though hardly so young as Cleve — good- looking, decidedly, with light golden moustache, and a face so kir.d, frank, and merry, it made one happy to look at it. "Ah! Sedley ! I had not an idea. What brings you here ? " said Cleve, smiling, and shaking his hand moderately, but keeping his large eyes steadily on the distant point at which he expected to see the unknown ladies emerge. "Down here just for a day or two," answered Tom Sedley. " I was above you in the galler}'. Did you see that beautiful creature in the Malorj^ seat, right before you ? By Jove, she's a stunning girl. There was an old woman with her. I think I never saw so beautiful a being.'^ "Well, I did see a pretty girl at the other side of the church, I tliink; isn^t that she?^' said Cleve, as he saw the two ladies — the younger with one of those short black veils which nearly ob- literate the face of the wearer behind the intrica- cies of a thick lace pattern. " By Jove ! so it is,^' said Sedley ; " come along — let us see where they go." They were walking almost solitarily, followed 12 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. only by an old servant who carried their books, toward the entrance at the further side of the churchyard, a small door opening upon a flight of steps by which you descend into one of the deserted back streets of Cardylliau. Cleve and Sedley pursued as little conspicu- ously as possible. The quaint street, into which the stone stairs led them, follows the mouldering shelter of the old town wall. Looking along the perspective of this street, if such the single row of small old houses confront- ing the dark ivied wall may be termed, the two young gentlemen saw the figures in pursuit of which they had entered it, proceeding in the direction of Malory. " We mustn't get too near ; let us wait a little, and let them go on," suggested Sedley in a whisper, as if the ladies could have overheard them. Cleve laughed. He was probably the more eager of the two ; but some men have no turn for confidences, and Cleve Verney was not in the habit of opening either his plans or his feelings to anyone. CHAPTER II. ALL THAT THE DRAPERS WIFE COULD TELL. This street, in a few hundred steps emerging from the little town, changes its character into that of a narrow rural road, overhung by noble timber, and descending with a gentle curve to- ward the melancholy woods of Malory. " How beautifully she walks, too ! By Jove, she's the loveliest being I ever beheld. She's the most perfectly beautiful girl in England. How I wish some d — d fellow would insult her, that I might smash him, and have an excuse for attending her home." So spoke enthusiastic Tom Sedley, as they paused to watch the retreat of the ladies, leaning over the dwarf stone wall, and half hidden by the furrowed stem of a gigantic ash tree. From this point, about a quarter of a mile dis- tant from Malory, they saw them enter the wide iron gate and disappear in the dark avenue that leads up to that sombre place. 14 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. " There ! I said it was Malory/^ exclaimed Sedley, laying his hand briskly on Cleve's arm. " Well, I hope you're pleased ; and tell me, now, what stay do you make at Cardyllian, Tom? Can you come over to Ware— not to-morrow, for I'm not quite sure that I shall be there, but on Tuesday, for a day or two? " No — Tom Sedley couldn't. He must leave to- morrow, or, at latest, on Tuesday morning ; and, for to-day, he had promised to go to afternoon service with the Etherges, and then home to tea with them. He was to meet the party on the Green. So after a little talk, they turned together toward the town ; and they parted near the Yerney Arms, where Cleve's dog- cart awaited him. Having given his order in the hall, he walked into the coffee- room, in which, seated demurely, and quite alone, he found stout Mrs. Jones, the draper's wife — suave, sedate, wearing a subdued Sabbath smile upon her broad and somewhat sly counte- nance. Her smile expanded as Cleve drew near. She made a great and gracious courtesy, and extended her short fat hand, which Cleve Verney took and shook — for the tradition of homelier, if not kind- lier times, still lingered in Cardyllian, and there were friendly personal relations between the great THE draper's wife. 15 family and the dozen and a half of shopkeepers who constituted its commercial strength. So Cleve Verney joked and talked -with her, leaning on the back of a chair, ^vith one knee on the seat of it. He was pleased to have lighted upon such a gossip, as good Mrs. Jones, the draper, who was waiting for the return of her hus- band, who was saying a word to Mr. Watkyn Hughes, in the bar, about a loan of his black horse for a funeral next morning. " So it seems Lady Yerney has got a tenant in Malory ? '' he said at last. *' Yes, indeed, six" she replied, in her most con- fidential manner; '^ and I hope — I do indeed — it may turn out such a thing as she would like." Mrs. Jones usually spoke in low and significant tones, and with a mystery and caution worthy of deeper things than she often talked about. ""Why, is there anything odd?^' asked the young gentleman curiously. ^' Well, it is not, now, altogether what I would ivish for Lady Yerney. I haven^t seen any of the Malory family, excepting in church to-day; not one, indeed, sir; they are very strange; they never come into the town — not once since ever they came to Malory ! but dear me ! you know, sir, that might be, and yet everything as we could wish, mightn't it ; yes, sure ; still, you know. 16 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. people tvill be talking ; it's a pity we don't mind our own business more^ and let others be, isn't it, sir? " "Great pity; but — but what's the matter?'' urged Cleve Verney. "Well, Master Cleve, you know, Cardyllian, and how we do talk here ; I don't say more than other places, but we do, and I do not like repeatirC everything I hear. There's more mischief than good, /think, comes of repeatin' stories." " Oh ! come, pray what's the good of a story except to repeat it ? I ought to know, perhaps I should tell Lady Verney about it," said Cleve, who was really curious, for nothing could be more quiet than the get up and demeanour of the ladies. " They haven't been here, you know, very long" murmured Mrs. Jones, earnestly. " No, I dont know. I know nothing about it ; Jiow long ? " "Well, about five weeks — a little more; and we never saw the gentleman once ; he's never been down to the town since he came ; never indeed, sir, not once." " He shows his sense ; doesn't he ? " " Ah, you were always pleasant. Master ClevCj but you don't think so; no, you don't indeed; his conduct is really most singular, he's never been THE DRAPER'S WIFE. 17 outside the walls of Malory all that time, in the daylight ; very odd ; he has hired Christmass Owen's boat, and he goes out in it every night, unless twice, the wind was too high, and Owen didn't choose to venture his boat. He's a tall man, Christmass Owen says, and holds himself straight, like an officer, for people will be making inquiries, you know; and he has gray hair; not quite white, you know." " How should I know ? '' " Ah, ha, you were always funny ; yes, indeed, but it is gray, gone quite gray, Christmass Owen says.^^ " Well, and what about the ladies ? " inquired the young gentleman. " They're not gone gray, all ^ though I shouldn't wonder much, in Ma- lory." " The ladies ? Well. There^s two, you know ; there's Miss Sheckleton, that's the elderly lady, and all the Malory accounts in the town is opened in her name. Anne Sheckleton, very reg'lar she is. I have nothing to say concerning her. They don't spend a great deal, you understand, but their money is sure." " Yes, of course ; but, you said, didn't you ? that there was something not quite right about them.'' " Oh dear, no, sir ; I did not say quite that ; 18 THE TENANTS OF IMALORY. nothing lorong^ no sure, but very odd, sir, and most unpleasant^ and that is all/' "And that's a good deal; isn't it?" urged Clave. " Well, it IS something ; it is indeed a great dealy' Mrs. Jones emphasised oracularly. " And what is it, what do you know of them, or the people here what do they say ? " " Well, they say, putting this and that together, and some hints from the servant that comes down to order things up from the town — for servants, you know, will be talking — that the family is mad." " Mad ! " echoed Cleve. "That's what they say." "The whole family are mad! and yet continue to manage their affairs as they do ! By Jove, it is a comfort to find that people can get on without heads, on emergency." " They don't saj', no, dear me ! that all that's in the house are mad ; only the old man and the young lady." " And what is she mad upon ? " " Well, they don't say. I don't know — melan- choly I do suppose." '' And what is the old gentleman's name? " " We don't knoWj the servants don't know, they say; they were hired by Miss Sheckleton, in THE draper's wife. 19 Chester, and never saw the old gentleman, nor the young lady, till after they were two or three days in Malory ; and one night comes a carriage, with a madhouse gentleman, they do say, a doctor, in charge of the old gentleman, and the young lady, poor thing ! and so they were handed over by him, to Miss Sheckleton." ''And "what sort of lunacies do they commit? They're not pulling down the house among them, I hope ? " "Very gentle — very. Tm told, quite, as you may say, manageable. It's a very sad thing, sir, but what a world it is ! ves, indeed. Isn't it?'' "Ay, so it is. — I've heard that, I think, before." " You may have heard it from me, sir, and it's long been my feeling and opinion, dear me ! The longer I live the more melancholy sights I see ! " " How long is Malory let for ? " ''Can't say, indeed, sir. That is they may give it up every three months, but has the right to keep it two whole years, that is if they like, you understand.^' " Well, it is rather odd. It was they who sat in the Malory seat to-day ?" "That was Miss Sheckleton, was the old lady; and the young one, didn't you think her very pretty, sir ? " o2 20 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. ''Yes — she's pretty/^ he answered carelessly. " But I really could not see very well." " I was very near as she turned to leave — before she took down her veil — and I thought what a really beauiiful creature she was ! " " And what do they call her ? " " Miss Margaret, sir." " Margaret ! a pretty name — rather. Oh ! here's Mr. Jones ; " and Mr. Jones was greeted — and talked a little — somewhat more distantly and formally than his goodwife had done — and Mr. and Mrs. Jones, with a dutiful farewell, set off upon their Sunday's ramble. CHAPTER III. HOME TO "WARE. "Mad!'' thought Cleve. '^ What an awful pity if she is. She doesn't look mad — melancholy she may. She does not look a bit mad. By Jove, I don^t believe a word of it. It's utterly out of the question that the quiet old lady there could bring a mad girl to church with her. And thus resolved, Cleve walked out of the coffee-room, and awaiting his conveyance, stood on the steps of the Verney Arms, from whence he saw Wynne Wil- liams, the portly solicitor of Cardyllian, and of a wide circle of comfortable clients round it. Wynne Williams is omniscient. Nothing ever happens in Cardyllian that he does not know with precision. " Wynne," Cleve called up the quiet little street, and the attorney, looking over his fat shoulder, arrested his deliberate walk, and marched swiftly back, smiling. So there was another greeting ; and some more 22 THE TENANTS OF AlALORY. questions ensued, and answers, and then said Cleve— " So Malory's let, I hear/' " Yes,'' said the attornej^ with a slight shrug. " You don't like the bargain, I see," said Cleve. " It's a mismanaged place, you know. Lady Verney won't spend a shilling on it, and we must only take what we can get. We haven't had a tenant for five years till now." "And who has taken it?" "The Reverend Isaac Dixie." "The devil he has. Why old Dixie's not mad, is he ? " " No, he's no fool. More like the other thing — rather. Drove a hard bargain — but / wouldn't take it myself at the money." " Doesn't he live there ? " " No. There's an old gentleman and two ladies ; one of them an old woman." " And what's the old gentleman's name, and the young lady's?" " Don't know, indeed ; and what does it matter ? " The attorney was curious, and had taken some little trouble to find out. "The Reverend Isaac Dixie's the tenant, and Miss Sheckleton manages the family business ; and devil a letter ever comes by post here, except to Miss Sheckleton or the servants." HOME TO WARE. 23 " Old Mother Jones, the draper's wife, over the way, says the girl and the old fellow are mad." "Don't believe it. More likely he's in a fix, and wants to keep out of sight and hearing just now, and Malory's the very place to hide a fellow in. It's just possible, you know, there may be a screw loose in the upper works ; but I don't believe it, and don't for the world hint it to the old lady. She's half mad herself about mad people, and if she took that in her head, by Jove, she'd never forgive me," and the attorney laughed uneasily. "You do think they're mad. By Jove, you do. I know you think they're mad." " I dont think they're mad. I don't know any- thing about them," said the good-humoured at- torney, with Dundreary whiskers, leaning on the wooden pillar of the Verney Arms, and smiling provokiugly in the young man's face. " Come now, Wynne, FU not tell the old lady, upon my honour. You may as well tell me all you know. And you do know; of course, you do ; you always know. And these people living not a mile away ! You must know." " I see how it is. She's a pretty girl, and you want to pick up all about her, by way of inquiring after the old gentleman." Verney laughed, and said — "Perhaps you're right, though, I assure you, I 24 THE TENANTS OF MALOKY. didn't know it myself. But is the old fellow mad, or is there any madness among them? '' '^I do assure you, I know no more than you do," laughed Mr. Wynne Williams. "He may be as sober as Solomon, or as mad as a hatter, for anything /know. It's nothing to me. He's only a visitor there, and the young lady, too, for that matter; and our tenant is the Eeverend Isaac Dixie." " Where is Dixie living now ? " "The old shop." "I know. I wonder he has not wriggled on and up a bit. I always looked on Dixie as the bud of a dignitary ; he has had time to burst into a Bishop since I saw him. Dixie and I have had some queer scenes together,'' and he laughed quietly over his recollections. " He and I spent three months once together in Malory — do you remember ? I dare say he does. He was tutor and I pupil. Charming time. We used to read in the gun-room. That was the year they had the bricklayers and painters at Ware. Do you remember the day you came in exactly as I shied the ink-bottle at his head ? I dare say the mark's on the wall still. By Jove, I'd have killed him, I suppose, if I'd had the luck to hit him. You must come over and see me before I go. I'm quite alone; but I can give you a mutton chop HOME TO WARE. 2o and some claret, and I want to show you the rifle I told you of. You^U be delighted with it/' And so this young man, with large dark eyes, smiled and waved his farewell, and, with a groom behind him, drove at a rapid pace down the street, and away toward "Ware. *' He'll do that seven miles in five-and-thirty minutes,^' thought the attorney, looking after him drowsily; and his speculation taking another turn, he thought mistily of his political possibili- ties, for he had been three years in the House, and was looked upon as a clever young man, and one who, having many advantages, might yet be — who could tell where? and have power to make the fortunes of many deserving attorneys. Clave meanwhile was driving at a great pace toward ^^^are. I don't suppose a town life — a life of vice, a life of any sort, has power to kill the divine spark of romance in a young man born with imagination. Malory had always had a strange and powerful interest for him. A dower house now, it had once been the principal mansion of his family. Over it, to his eye, hung, like the sombre and glowing phantasms of a cloudy sunset, the story of the romance, and the follies and the crimes of gene- rations of the Yerneys of Malory. The lordly old 26 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. timber tliat rises about its cliimneys and gables, seemed to him the mute and melancholy witnesses of bygone tragedies and glories. There, too, in the Steward's House, a veritable relic of the ancient Friary, lived dreamy old Rebecca Mervyn ; he wondered how he had for- gotten to ask whether she was still there. She had seemed to his boyish fancy one of those de- lightful German ambiguities — half human, half ghost; her silent presents of toffy, and faint wintry smile and wandering gaze, used to thrill him with " a pleasing terror.^' He liked her, and yet he would have been afraid to sit alone in her latticed room with that silent lad}^, after twilight. Poor old Rebecca ! It was eight years since he had last seen her tall, sad, silent form — silent, except when she thought herself alone, and used to whisper and babble as she looked with a wild and careworn gaze over the sea, toward the mighty mountains that built it round, line over line, till swell and peak are lost in misty distance. He used to think of the Lady of Branksome Tower, and half believe that old Rebecca was whispering with the spirits of the woods and cataracts, and lonely headlands, over the water. " Is old Rebecca Mervyn there still ?" he won- dered on. " Unless she's dead, poor thing, she is — for my grandmother would never think of dis- HOME TO WARE. 27 turbing her, and she shall be my excuse for going up to Malory. I ought to see her/^ The door of her quaint tenement stood by the court-yard, its carved stone chimney top rose by the roof of the dower-house, with which, indeed, it was connected. '' It won^t be like crossing their windows or knocking at their hall door. I shan^t so much as enter the court-yard, and I really ought to see the poor old thing.'' The duty would not have been so urgent had the face that appeared in church that day been less lovely. He had never troubled himself for eight years about the existence of old Uebecca. And now that the image, after that long interval, suddenly returned, he for the first time asked himself why old Rebecca Mervyn was ever there? He had always accepted her presence as he did that of the trees, and urns, and old lead statues in the yew walk, as one of the properties of Malory. She was a sort of friend or client of his grandmother's — not an old servant plainly, not even a house- keeper. There was an unconscious refinement, and an air of ladyhood in this old woman. His grandmother used to call her Mrs. Mervyn, and treated her with a sort of distinction and distance that had in it both sympathy and reserve. " I dare say Wynne Williams knows all about 28 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. her, and 1^11 go and see her, at all events." So he thought as his swift trotter flew under the noble trees of Ware, along the picturesque road which commands the seaward view of that unri- valled estuary flanked by towering headlands, and old Pendillion, whose distant outline shews like a gigantic sphinx crouching lazily at the brink of the sea. Across the water now he sees the old town of Cardyllian, the church tower and the ruined Castle, and, further down, sad and seques- tered, the dark wood and something of the gray front of Malory blurred in distance, but now glowing with a sort of charm that was fast deepening into interest. CHAPTER IV. ON THE GREEN OF CARDYLLIAN. Ware is a great house, with a palatial front of cut stone. The Hon. Kiffyn Fulke Verney seldom sees it. He stands next to the title, and that large residue of the estates which go with it. The title has got for the present into an odd difficulty, and cannot assert itself; and those estates are, pending the abeyance, compulsorily at nurse, where they have thriven, quite thrown off their ailments and incumbrances, and grown plethori- cally robust. Still the Hon. Kiffyn Fulke Verney is ncft, as the lawyers say, in perception of one shilling of their revenues. He feels indeed that he has grown in importance — that people seemed more pleased to see him, that he is listened to much better, that his jokes are taken and laughed at, and that a sceptical world seems to have come at last to give him credit for the intellect and virtues of which he is conscious. All this, however, is 30 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. but the shadow of the substance which seems so near, and yet is intangible. No wonder he is a little peevish. His nephew and heir presumptive — Cleve — runs down now and then for shooting and yachting ; but his uncle does not care to visit Ware, and live in a corner of the house. I think he liked the people of Cardyllian and of the region round about, to suffer and resent with him. So they see his face but seldom. Cleve Yerney sat, after dinner, at an open window of Ware, with one foot on the broad window-stone, smoking his cigar and gazing across the dark blue sheet of water, whose ripples glimmered by this time in the moonlight, toward the misty wood of Malory. Cleve Verney is a young man of accomplish- ment, and of talents, and of a desultory and tumultuous ambition, which sometimes engrosses him "wholly, and sometimes sickens and loses its appetite. He is conceited — affecting indifference, he loves admiration. The object for the time being seizes his whole soul. The excitement of even a momentary pursuit absorbs him. He is reserved, capricious, and impetuous — knows not what self-mortification is, and has a pretty taste for dissimulation. He is, I think, extremely handsome. I have ox THE GREEN OF CARDYLLIAN. *^1 heard ladies pronounce him fascinating. Of course, in measuring his fascinations, his proximity to a title and great estates was not forgotten ; and he is as amiable as a man can be who possesses all the qualities I have described, and is selfish beside. Now Cleve Verney was haunted, or rather possessed, for the present, by the beautiful phantom — sane or mad, saint or sinner — who had for so long, in that solemn quietude and monotony so favouralDle for the reception of fanciful impressions, stood or sat, Nun-like, book in hand, before him that day. So far from resisting, he encoura^^ed this little delirium. It helped him through his solitary evening. "When his cigar was out, he still looked out toward Malory. He was cultivating his little romance. He liked the mystery of it. " Mar- garet — Margaret," he repeated softly. He fancied that he saw a light for a moment in the window of Malory, like a star. He could not be sure; it might be the light of a boat. Still it was an omen — the emblem of life — an answer of hope. How very capricious all this was. Here was a young man, before whom yearly the new blown beauties of each London season passed in review — who fancied he had but to choose among them SZ THE TENANTS OF MALORY. all — who had never experienced a serious passion, hardly even a passing sentiment — now strangely- moved and interested by a person whom he had never spoken to — only seen — who had seemed unaffectedly unconscious of his presence; who possibly had not even seen him ; of whose kindred and history he knew nothing, aud between whom and himself there might stand some impassable gulf. Cleve was in the mood to write verses, but that relief, like others, won't always answer the invo- cation of the sufferer. The muse is as coy as death. So instead, he wrote a line to the Rev. Isaac Dixie, of Clay Rectory, in which he said — "My dear Dixie, — You remember when I used to call you ' M?\ Dixie,^ and ' Sir.' I con- jure you by the memory of those happy days of innocence and Greek grammar, to take pity on my loneliness, and come here to Ware, where you will find me pining in solitude. Come just for a day. I know your heart is in your parish, and I shan't ask you to stay longer. The Wave, my cutter, is here; you used to like a sail (he knew that the Rev. Isaac Dixie suffered unutterably at sea, and loathed all nautical enjoyments), or you can stav in the house, and tumble over the books ox THE GREEN OF CARDYLLIAN. 33 in the library. I will make you as comfortable as I can ; only do come, and oblige '' Your old pupil, "Cleve Verney. "P.S. — I shall be leaving this immediately, so pray answer in person, by return. You^U get this at nine o'clock to-morrow morning, at Clay. If you take the 11 '40 train to Llwynan — you see I have my " Bradshaw " by me — you will be there at four, and a fly will run you across to Cardyllian in little more than an hour, and there you Avill find me, expecting, at the Chancery; you know Wynne Williams's old house in Castle Street. I assure you, I really do want to see you, particu- larly, and you must not fail me. I shan't detain you a moment longer than your parish business will allow. Heavens, what a yarn have I post- scribbled ! " He walked down to the pretty little village of Ware, which consists of about a dozen and a- half of quaint little houses, and a small venerable church, situated by the road that winds through a wooded glen, and round the base of the hill by the shore of the moonlighted waters. It was a romantic ramble. It was pleasanter, because it commanded, across the dark blue expanse, with its glimmering eddies, a misty VOL. I. D 34 THE TENANTS OF 3IAL0RY. view, now hardly distinguishable, of Malory, and pleasanter still, because his errand was connected with those tenants of old Lad}^ Verney's of whom he was so anxious to learn anything. When Tom Sedley, with the light whiskers, merry face, and kind blue eyes, had parted com- pany that afternoon, he walked down to the green of Cardyllian. In the middle of September there is a sort of second season there ; you may then see a pretty gathering of muslins of all patterns, and silks of every hue, floating and rustling over the green, with due admixture of " "White waistcoats and black, Blue waistcoats and gray, " with all proper varieties of bonnet and hat — pork- pie, wide-awake, Jerry, and Jim-Crow. There are nautical gentlemen, and gentlemen in Knickerbockers ; fat commercial " gents " in large white waistcoats, and starched buff cravats ; touring curates in spectacles and ^' chokers," with that smile proper to the juvenile cleric, curiously meek and pert ; all sorts of persons, in short, making brief holiday, and dropping in and out of Cardyllian, some just for a day and off again in a fuss, and others dawdling away a week, or perhaps a month or two, serenely. Its heyday of fashion has long been past and ox THE GREEN OF CARDYLLIAX. oO over; but thougli the " fast " people have gone elsewhere, it is still creditably frequented. Tom Sedley was fond of the old town. I don^t think he would have reviewed the year at its close, with a comfortable conscience, if he had not visited Cardyllian, *^slow'' as it certainly was, some time in its course. It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, the green looked bright, and the shingle glittered lazily beyond it, with the estuary rippHng here and there into gleams of gold, away to the bases of the glorious Welsh mountains, which rise up from the deepest purple to the thinnest gray, and with many a dim rift and crag, and wooded glen, and slope, varying their gigantic contour. Tom Sedley, among others, showed his reve- rence for the Sabbath, by mounting a well brushed chimney-pot. No one, it is well estab- lished, can pray into a Jerry. The musical bell from the gray church tower hummed sweetly over the quaint old town, and the woods and hollows round about ; and on a sudden, quite near him, Tom Sedley saw the friends of whom he had been in search ! The Etherage girls, as the ancient members of the family still called them, were two in number. Old Yane Etherage of Hazelden, a very pretty place, about twenty minutes' walk from the 36 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. green of Cardyllian, has been twice married. The result is, that the two girls belong to very different periods. Miss Charity is forty-five by the parish register, and Miss Agnes of the blue eyes and golden hafr, is just nineteen and four months. Both smiling after their different fashions, advanced upon Tom, who strode up to them, also smiling, with his chimney-pot in his hand. Miss Charity of the long waist, and long thin brown face, and somewhat goggle eyes, was first up, and asked him very volubly, at least eleven kind questions, before she had done shaking his hand, all which he answered laughing, and at last, said he — " Little Agnes, are you going to cut me ? How well you look ! Certainly there's no place on earth like Cardyllian, for pretty complexions, is there ? " He turned for confirmation to the curiously brown thin countenance of Miss Charity, which smiled and nodded acquiescence. " You're going to-morrow, you say; that's a great pity; every- thing looking so beautiful." " Everything,'' acquiesced Tom Sedley, with an arch glance at Agnes, who blushed and said merrily — ox THE GREEN OF CARDYLLIAX. 37 "You're just the same old fool you always were ; and we don't mind one word you say/' " Aggie, my dear ! " said her sister, who car- ried down the practice of reproof from the nursery; and it was well, I suppose, that Miss Aggie had that arbitress of proprieties always beside her. " I suppose you haye no end of news to tell me. Is anyone going to be married ? Is anyone dying, or anyone christened ? I'll hear it all by-and-by. And who are your neighbours at Malory ?'' " Oh, quite charming ! '* exclaimed Miss Agnes eagerly. " The most mysterious people that ever came to a haunted house. You know Malory has a ghost." "Nonsense, child. Don't mind her, Mr. Sedley," said Miss Charity. " I wonder how you can talk so foolishly," "Oh, that's nothing new. Malory's been haunted as long as / can remember," said Tom. " Well, I did not think Mr. Sedley could have talked like that !" exclaimed Miss Charity. " Oh, by Jove, I know it. Everyone knows it that ever lived here. Malory's full of ghosts. None but very queer people could think of living there ; and, Miss Agnes, you were going to say " US THE TENANTS OF MALORY. "Yes, they are aivfulli/ mysterious. There's an old man who stalks about at night, like the ghost in " Hamlet," and never speaks, and there's a beautiful young lady, and a gray old woman who calls herself Anne Sheckleton. They shut them- selves up so closely — you can't imagine. Some people think the old man is a maniac or a terrible culprit.'^ " Highly probable," said Tom ; " and the old woman a witch, and the young lady a vampire." "Well, hardly that," laughed Miss Agnes, ''for they came to church to-day/' " How you can both talk such folly," interposed Miss Charity. " But you know they would not let Mr. Pritchard up to the house,'' pleaded Miss Agnes. "Mr. Pritchard, the curate, you know'' — this was to Tom Sedley — " he's a funny little man — he preached to-day — very good and zealous, and all that — and be wanted to push his way up to the house, and the cross old man they have put to keep the gate, took him by the collar, and was going to beat him. Old Captain Shrapnel! says he did beat him with a child's cricket-bat; but Jie hates Mr. Pritchard, so I'm not sure ; but, at all events, he was turned out in disgrace, and blushes and looks dignified ever since whenever Malorv is mentioned. Now, evervone here knows ox THE GREEN OF CARDYLLIAX. SO what a good little man poor Mr. Pritchard is, so it must have been sheer hatred of religion that led to his being turned out in that way." " But the ladies were in church, my dear Aggie ; we saw them, Mr. Sedley, to-day ; they were in the Malory pew.^' "Oh, indeed?" said Tom Sedley, artfully; "and you saw them pretty distinctly, I dare say." "The young lady is quite beautiful, tee thought. I'm so sorry you were not in our seat; though, indeed, people ought not to be staring about them in church; but you would have admired her immensely .^^ "Oh, I saw them. They were the people nearly opposite to the Verneys' seat, in the small pew ? Yes, they wei'e — that is, the young lady, I mean, was perfectly lovely,'^ said httle Tom, who could not with any comfort practise a reserve. " See, the people are beginning to hurry off to church; it must be time to go,^^ said Charity. So the little party walked up by the court-house into Castle Street, and turned into quaint old Church Street, walking demurely, and talking very quietly to the solemn note of the old bell. CHAPTER V. A VISIT TO HAZELDEN. They all looked toward the Malory seat on taking their places in their own ; but that retreat was deserted now, and remained so, as Tom Sedley at very brief intervals ascertained, through- out the afternoon service ; after which, with a secret sense of disappointment, honest Sedley escorted the Etherage " girls ^^ up the steep road that leads through the wooded glen of Hazelden to the hospitable house of old Yane Etherage. Everyone in that part of the world knows that generous, pompous, and boisterous old gentleman. You could no more visit Cardyllian without seeing Vane Etherage, than you could visit Naples without seeing Vesuvius. He is a fine portly bust, but little more. In his waking hours he lives alternately in his Bath chair and in the great leathern easy chair in his study. He manages to shufile very slowly, leaning upon his servant on one side, and propped on his crutch A VISIT TO HAZELDEN. 41 at tlie other, across the hall of the Cardyllian Club, which boasts about six-and-thirty members, besides visitors, and into the billiard-room, where he takes possession of the chair by the fire, and enjoys the agreeable conversation of Captain Shrapnell, hears all about the new arrivals, who they are, what screws are loose, and where, and generally all the gossip and scandal of tlie little commonwealth of Cardyllian. Vane Etherage had served in the navy, and, I believe, reached the rank of captain. In Car- dyllian he was humorously styled ''the Admiral," when people spoke of him, not to him; for old Etherage was fiery and consequential, and a practical joke which commenced in a note from an imaginary secretary, announcing that " The Badger Hunt" would meet at Hazelden House on a certain day, and inducing hospitable pre- parations, for the entertainment of those nebu- lous sportsmen, was like to have had a sanguinary ending. It was well remembered that when young Sniggers of Sligh Farm apologised on that occasion, old Etherage had arranged with Captain Shrapnell, who was to have been his second, that the Admiral was to fight in his Bath chair — an evidence of resource and resolution which was not lost upon his numerous friends. " How do you do, Sedley ? Very glad to see 42 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. you, Tom — very glad indeed, sir. You'll come to-morrow and dine ; you must, indeed — and next day. You know our T^^elsh mutton — you do — you know it well ; it's better here than in any other place in the world — in the whole world, sir — the Hazelden mutton, and, egad, you'll come here — you shall, sir — and dine here with us to-morrow ; mind, you shall." The Admiral wore a fez, from beneath which his gray hair bushed out rather wildly, and he w^as smoking through an enormous pipe as Tom Sedley entered his study, accompanied by the ladies. " He says he's to go away to-morrow," said Miss Charity, with an upbraiding look at Sedley. " Pooh — nonsense — not Tie — not you^ Tom — not a bit, sir. We won't let you. Girls, we -won't alloiv him to go. Eh ? — No — no — you dine here to-morrow, and next day." "You're very kind, sir; but I promised, if I am still in Cardyllian to-morrow, to run over to Ware, and dine with Verney." " What Verney ? " '' Cleve Yerney." "D him." " Oh, papa ! " exclaimed Miss Charity, grimly. " Boh ! — I hate him — I hate all the Yerneys," A VISIT TO HAZELDEX. 43 bawled old Vane Etherage, as if hating were a dutv and a orenerositv. " Oh — no, papa — you know you don't — that would be extremely ivicked" said Miss Charity, with that severe superiority with which she governed the Admiral. *'Beorad, you're always telling me I'm wicked — and we know where the wicked go — that's catechism, I believe — so I'd like to know where's the difference between that and d — ing a fellow ?" exclaimed the portly bust, and blew off his wrath with a testy laugh. " I think we had better put off our bonnets and coats ? — The language is becoming rather strong — and the tobacco," said Mi-ss Charity, with dry dignity, to her sister, leaving the study as she did so. " I thought it might be that Kiffijn Yerney — the uncle fellow — Honourable Kiffyn Yerney — 2 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. tliaiik you fur the intention — thank you very much." '^ Yes — go — I shall stay here; from here one can see across to Pendillion, and the sea there ; it tcill come again, I know it will, some day or night. My old eyes are weary with watching. I should know the sail again, although it is a long, long time — I've lost count of the years/' Thus saying, she drew near the window, and without a word of farewell to Margaret, became absorbed in gazing; and Margaret left her, ran lightly down the steps, and in a minute more was in the house. CHAPTER XXIV. SIR BOOTH IN A PASSION. Days passed, during which Cleve Yerney paid stolen visits at Maloiy, more cautiously managed than ever ; and nearly every afternoon did the good people of Cardyllian see him walk the green, to and fro, with the Etherage girls, so that the subject began to be canvassed very gravely, and even Miss Charity was disposed to think that he certainly did like Agnes, and confided to her friend, Mrs. Brindley, of " The Cottage," that if Aggie married, she should give up. Nothing could induce her. Miss Charity, to marry, she solemnly assured her friends. And I must do that spinster the justice to say, that there was not the faintest flavour of sour grapes in the acerbity with which she pronounced against the " shocking folly of girls marrying," for she might undoubtedly have been married, ha\dng had in her youth several unexceptionable offers, none of which had ever moved her. 264 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. I know uot what hopes Sir Booth may have founded upon his conversation uith Cleve Verney. Men in the Baronet^s predicament nurse their hopes fondly, and their mustard seeds grow rapidly into great trees, in whose branches they shelter their families, and roost themselves. He grew gracious at times in the contemplation of brilliant possibilities, and one day, to her amazement and consternation, opened the matter briefly to Miss Sheckleton, who fancied that she was discovered, and he on the point of exploding, and felt as if she were going to faint. Happily for her, he fancied that Cleve must have seen Margaret accidentally during some of his political knight-errantries in the county which he had contested with Sir Booth. We know, as well as Miss Sheckleton, how this really was. Sir BootVs dreams, however, were broken with a crash. To Miss Anne Sheckleton came a letter from Sir Booth^s attorneys, informing the Baronet that Mr. Kiffyn Fulke Verney had just served them with a notice which seemed to threaten a wantonly vexatious and expensive proceeding, and then desired to know what course, having detailed the respective consequences of each, he would wish them to take. Now Sir Booth broke into one of his frenzies, called up Miss Sheckleton, damned and cursed SIR BOOTH IN A PASSION. 265 the whole Veriiey family, excommunicated them, and made the walls of ^lalory ring with the storm and thunder he launched at the heads of the ancient race who had built them. Scared and pale Miss Anne Sheckleton with- drew. " My dear, something has happened : he has had a letter from his law people, and Mr. Kiffyn Yerney has directed, I think, some unexpected proceedings. How I wish they would stop these miserable lawsuits, and leave your papa at peace. Your papa^s attorneys think they can gain nothing by worrying him, and it is so unfortunate just now.^^ So spoke Miss Sheckleton, who had found Margaret, with her bullfinch and her squirrels, in that pretty but melancholy room which is dar- kened by the old forest, through whose shafted stems shadowy perspectives open, and there, as in the dimness of a monastic library, she was busy over the illumination of her vellum Psalter, with gold and ultramarine, and all other vivid pig- ments. Margaret stood up, and looked in her face rather pale, and with her small hand pressed to her heart. "He's very angry,^^ added Miss Sheckleton, with a dark look, and a nod. '26() THE TENANTS OF MALORY. ''Are we going to leave this?'^ inquired the girl in almost a whisper. " He did not say ; I fancy not. No, he'd have said so the first thing/' answered the old lady. " Well, we can do nothing ; it can't be helped, I suppose ? " said Miss Margaret, looking down very sadly on her mediseval blazonry. " Nothing, my dear ! nothing on earth. No one can be more anxious that all this kind of thing should cease, than Cleve Verney, as you know; but what can even he do?'' said Miss Sheckleton. Margaret looked through the window, down the sylvan glade, and sighed. " His uncle, Kiffyn Verney," resumed Anne Sheckleton, " is such a disagreeable, spiteful man, and such a feud has been between them, I really don't see how it is to end ; but Cleve, you know, is so clever, and so devoted, I'm sure he'll find some way." Margaret sighed again, and said, — '' Papa, I suppose, is very angry." I think Sir Booth Fanshawe was the only person on earth whom that spirited girl really feared. I'm afraid there was not much good in that old man, and that most of the things I have heard of him were true. Unlike other violent men, he was not easily placable; and generally. SIR BOOTH IN A PASSION. 267 wheu it was not very troublesome, remembered and executed his threats. She remembered dimly scenes between hiui and her dead mother. She remembered well herchilriish dread of his severity, and her fear of his eye and his voice had never left her. Miss Sheckleton just lifted her fingers in the air, and raised her eyes to the ceiling, with a little shake of her head. Margaret sighed again. I suppose she was thinking of that course of true love that never yet ran smooth, upon which the freightage of her life was ventured. Her spinster friend looked on her sad, pale face, gazing dreamily into the forest. The solemn shadow of the inevitable, the sorrows of human life, had now for the first time begun to touch her young face. The old story was already telling itself to her, in those ominous musical tones that swell to solemn anthem soon ; and sometimes, crash and howl at last over such wreck, and in such darkness as we shut our eyes and ears upon, and try to forget. Old Anne Sheckleton's face saddened at the sight with a beautiful softness. She laid her thin hand on the girl's shoulder, and then put her arms about her neck, and kissed her, and said, — "All will come right, darling, you'll see;" and 2G8 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. the girl made ans\ver by another kiss j and they stood for a minute, hand locked in hand^ and the old maid smiled tenderly, a cheerful smile but pale, and patted her cheek and nodded, and with another kiss, left the room, with a mournful presage heavy at her heart. As she passed, the stern voice of Sir Booth called to her. "Yes," she answered. "A word or two," he said, and she went to his room. " l^-e been thinking," said he, looking at her steadily and fiercely — had some suspicion lighted up his mind since he had spoken to her ? — " that young man, Cleve Verney; T believe he's still at Ware. Do you know him ?" " I should know his appearance. I saw him two or three times during that contest for the county, two years since; but he did not see me, I'm sure." This was an evasion, but the vices of slaverv always grow up under a tyranny. "Well, Margaret — does she correspond with any one?" demanded he. " I can answer for it, positively. Margaret has no correspondence. She writes to no one," she answered. " That fellow is still at Ware. So, Christmass SIR BOOTH IX A PASSIUX. 2^)9 Owen tokl me hist ni^ht — a place of tlie V'enieys, at the other side — and he has got a boat. I should not wonder if he were to come here, trvinir to see her." So Sir Booth followed out his hypothesis, and waxed wroth, and more wroth as he proceeded, and so chafed himself into one of his paroxysms of temper. I know not what he said ; but when she left him, poor Miss Sheckleton was in tears, and, trembling, told Margaret, that if it were not for Ae/', she would not remain another day in his house. She related to Margaret what had passed, and said, — " I almost hope Cleve Verney may not come again while we remain here. I really don^t know what might be the consequence of your papa's meeting liim here, in his present state of exaspera- tion ! Of course to Cleve it would be very little ; but your existence, my poor child, would be made so miserable ! And as for me, I tell you frankly, I should be compelled to leave you. Every one knows what Booth Fanshawe is when he is angry — how cruel he can be. I know he's your father, my dear, but we can't be blind to facts, and we both know that his misfortunes have not improved his temper." Cleve nevertheless saw the ladies that day, talked with them earnestly and hurriedly, for :270 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. Miss Anne Sheckleton was nervous, and miserable till the interview ended, and submitted to the condition imposed by that kindly and panic- stricken lady, which was on no account to visit Malory as heretofore for two or three days, by the end of which time she hoped Sir Booth^s anger and suspicions might have somewhat subsided. CHAPTER XXV. I\ WHICH THE LADIES PEEP INTO CARDYLLIAN. " My dear child," said Miss Slieckleton next day, " is not this a very wild freak, considering you have shut yourself up so closely, and not without reason ? Suppose among the visitors at Cardyllian there should happen to be one who has seen and known you, how would it be if he or she should meet and recognise you?'^ " Rely on me, dear old cousin ; no one shall know me." The young lady, in a heavy, gray, Highland shawl, was standing before the looking-glass in her room as she spoke. " Girls look all alike in these great shawls, and I shall wear my thick lace veil, through which I defy anyone to see a feature of my face ; and even my feet, in these strong, laced boots, are disguised. Noiv — see! I should not know myself in the glass among twenty others. 1 might meet '27 '2 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. you a dozen times in Cardyllian and you should not recognise me. Look and say." " H-m — well ! I must allow it would not be easy to see through all this/^ said Miss Sheckle- ton ; " but don't forget and lift your veil, when you come into the town — the most unlikely people are there sometimes. Who do you think I had a bow from the other day, but old Doctor Bell, who lives in York; and the same evening in Castle Street whom should 1 see but my Oxford Street dressmaker ! It does not matter, you know, where a solitary old maid like me is seen ; but it would be quite different in your case, and who knows what danger to your papa might result from it?" ''1 shan't forget — I really shan't," said the girl. " Well, dear, I've said all I could to dissuade vou; but if jou ivill come, I suppose you must," said Miss Anne. "It's just as you say — a fancy," answered Mar- garet ; " but I feel that if I were disappointed I should die." I think, and Miss Sheckleton thought so too, that this pretty girl was very much excited that dav, and could not endure the terrible stillness of Malorv. Uncertainty, suspense, enforced absence from the person who loved her best in the world, THE LADIES PEEP INTO CARDYLLIAN. '2 to and who yet is very near; dangers and hopes, quite new — no wonder if all these incidents of her situation did excite her. It was near a week since the elder lady had appeared in the streets and shops of Cardyllian. Between the banks of the old sylvan road she and her mysterious companion walked in silence into steep Church Street, and down that quaint quarter of the town presenting houses of all dates from three centuries ago, and by the church, still older, down into Castle Street, in which, as we know, stands the shop of Jones, the draper. Empty of customers was this well- garnished shop when the two ladies of Malory entered it ; and Mrs. Jones raised her broad, bland, spectacled face, with a smile and a word of greeting to Miss Anne Sheck- leton, and an invitation to both ladies to ''he seated," and her usual inquiry, as she leaned over the counter, "And what will you be pleased to want ?" and the order, " John, get down the gray linseys — not them — those over yonder — yes, sure, you'd like to see the best — I know you would." So some little time was spent over the linseys, and then, — " You're to measure thirteen yards, John, for Miss Anne Sheckleton, and send it over, with trimmin's and linings, to Miss Pritchard. Miss VOL. I. T 274 THE TENANTS OF MALORV. Anne Sheckleton will speak to Miss Pritchard about the trimmings herself." Then Mrs. Jones observed, — " What a day this has been — hasn't it, miss ? And such weather, a/together, I really don't remember in Cardyllian, /think ever." " Yes, charming weather," acquiesced Miss Sheckleton ; and just then two ladies came in and bought some velvet ribbon, which caused an inter- ruption. "AVhat a pretty girl," said Miss Anne, so soon as the ladies had withdrawn. " Is that her mother?" ^•' Oh, no — dear, no, miss ; they are sisters/' half laughed Mrs. Jones. " Don't you know who they are ? No ! Well, they are the Miss Ethe- rages. There, they're going down to the green. She'll meet him there. She's going to make a very great match, ma'am — yes, indeed." "Oh! But whom is she going to meet?" asked Miss Anne, who liked the good lady's gossip. " Oh ! you don't know ! Well, dear me ! I thought every one knew that. Why, Mr. Cleve, of course — young Mr. Verney. He meets her every afternoon on the green here, and walks home with the young ladies. It has been a very old liking — you understand — between them, and lately he has grown very pressing, and they do say — them that should know— that the Admiral — we call him — ^Ir. Yane Etherage— her father, has spoke to him. She has a good fortune, you know — yes, indeed— the two Miss Etherages has— we count them quite heiresses here in Cardyllian, and a very good old family too. Everybody here is pleased it is to be, and they do say Mr. Kiffyn — that is, the Honourable Kiffyn Fulke Verney— will be very glad, too, he should settle at last, and has wrote to the young lady's father, to say how well pleased he is; for iMr. Cleve has been" — here she dropped her voice to a confidential murmur, approaching her spectacles to the very edge of her customer's bonnet, as she rested her fat arms upon the counter— " wild. Oh, dear! they do tell such stories of him ! A pity, Mi^ss Sheckleton— i^n't it ? — there should be so maoy stories to his prejudice. But, dear me ! he has been wild, miss; and now, you see, on that account it is Mr. Kifi*yn — the Honorable Kiffyn Fulke Verney — is so well pleased he should settle and take a wife that will be so liked by the people at Ware as well as at this side.'' Miss Anne Sheckleton had been listening with an uneasiness, which the draper's wife fancied she saw, yet doubted her own observation; for she could not understand why her old spinster customer 276 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. should care a fartliiug about tlie matter, the talk about his excursions to Malory having been quite suspended and abolished by the sustained and vigorous gossip to which his walks with Agnes Etherage, and his ostentatious attentions, had given r\^e. "But Miss Etherage is hardly the kind of person — is she ? — whom a young man of fashion, such as I suppose young Mr. Verney to be, would think of. She must have been very much shut up with her old father, at that quiet little place of his,^' suggested Miss Sheckleton. " Shut up, miss ! Ob, dear me ! Nothing of that sort, miss. She is out with her sister, Miss Charity, every day, about the schools, and the Sunday classes, and the lending library, and the clothing charity, and all tliera things; very good of her, you know. I often say to her — ' I ivonder, Miss Agnes — that's her name — you're not titled ■\^ilh all your walks; I do, indeed;' and she only laughs. She has a very pretty laugh too, she has; and as Mr. Cleve said to me once — that's two years ago, now — the first year he was spoke of in Cardyllian about her. We did think then there was something to be, and now it is all on again, and the old people — as we may call them — is well pleased it should." "Yes, but I mean that Miss Etherage has seen THE LADIES PEEP INTO CARDYLLIAX. 277 nothing of the world — nothing of society, except what is to be met with at Hazelden — isn't that the name of the place ?— and in her little excur- sions into this town. Isn't it so?" said Miss Sheckleton. " Oh, no ! — bless you, no. Miss Agnes Ethe- rage — they pay visits — she and her sister — at all the great houses; a week here, and a fortnight there, round the two counties, this side and the other. She's a great favourite, is Miss Agnes. She can play and sing, dear me, very nice, she can : I have heard her. You would wonder now, what a bright little thing she is." " But even so. I don't think that town-bred young men ever care much for country-bred young ladies. Xot that they mayn't be a great deal better ; but, somehow, they don't suit, I think — they don't get on." " But, mark you this," said Mrs. Jones. " He always liked her. AVe always saw he liked her. There's property too — a good estate ; and all goes to them two girls ; and Miss Charity, we all know, will never marry; no more will the Admiral — I mean Mr. Etherage himself — with them legs of his ; and Mr. Kiffyn — Master Cleve^s uncle — spoke to our lawyer here once about it, as if it was a thing he would like — that the Hazelden property should be joined to the Ware estate." 278 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. " Joined together in holy wedlock/' laughed Miss Sheckleton ; but she was not particularly cheerful. And some more intending purchasers coming in and seizing upon the communicative Mrs. Jones, who had only time to whisper, " They do say — them that should know — that it will be in spring next; but I'm not to tell; so you'll please remember it's a secret." " Shall we go, dear ?" whispered Miss Sheckle- ton to her muffled companion, who forthwith rose and accompanied her from the shop, followed by the eyes of Mrs. Jones's new visitors, who were more interested on hearing that ^^it was Miss Anne Sheckleton and the other Malory lady," and they slipped out to the door-step, and under the awning peeped after the mysterious ladies, until an accidental backward glance from Miss Sheckleton routed them, and the materfamilias entered a little hastily but gravely, and with her head high, and her young ladies tittering. As Cleve Verney walked to and fro beside pretty Agnes Etherage that day, and talked as usual, gaily and fluently, there seemed on a sudden to come a sort of blight over the harvest of his thoughts — both corn and flowers. He repeated the end of his sentence, and forgot what he was going to say; and Miss Charity said, "Well? go on; I want so much to hear the THE LADIES PEEP INTO CARDYLLIAN. 279 end;'' aud lookiug up she thought he looked a little pale. "Yes, certainly, I'll tell you the end when I can remember it. But I let myself think of some- thing else for a moment, and it has flown away — " " I beg your pardon/^ interrupted Miss Charity, '^just a moment. Look there, Aggie ! Aren't those the Malory ladies?" "Where?'' said Cleve. "Oh! I see. Very like, I think — the old lady, I mean." "Yes, oh certainly," replied Agnes, "it is the old lady, and I'm nearly certain the young lady also ; who else can it be ? It must be she." " They are going over the hill to Malory,'' said Miss Charity. " I don't know what it is about that old lady that I think so woriderfally nice, and so perfectly charming ; and the young lady is the most perfectly — beautiful — person, all to no- thing, I ever saw in my life. Don't you think so, Mr. Verney ? " " Your sister, I'm sure, is very much obliged,'^ said he, with a glance at Agnes. " But this ]\Ialory young lady is so muffled in that great shawl that there is very little indeed to remind one of the young lady we saw in church — " "What o'clock is that?" interrupted Miss Charity, as the boom of the clock from the church tower sounded over the green. 280 THE TENANTS OF MALORY. So it seemed their hour had come, and the little demoDstration on the green came to a close, and Cleve that evening walked with the Hazelden ladies only so far as the bridge ; there taking his leave with an excuse. He felt uncomfortable somehow. That Margaret Fanshawe should have actually come down to Cardyllian was a singular and almost an unaccountable occurrence ! Cleve Verney had certainly not intended the pantomime which he presented to the window of the Cardyllian reading-room for the eyes that had witnessed it. Cleve was uncomfortable. It is always unplea- sant to have to explain — especially where the exculpation involves a disclosure that is not noble. END OF VOL. I. RRADBURT, EVANS, AND CO., PR1NJKR8, WHirEFRlARS. o u o ■l-» (U O u o O c3 O ^ •2 ^ o o a c^ CO > O o o .2 3 4-) 'rt c3 4-) >. -M ^ r-" u • v-4 a u bjo C/) Uh "—I a; rt J3 *u u o ^ o Q^ CO m CO > o o J2 ^ h a; 4-> o O § IS 'Z o s -rt ;:: c/5 o O ^ .^ ,u M