' ' i-0ril^^"' — " Alas ! I hardly know," repUed Mrs Marburn, deject edly. " I believe it is because I wish to be numbered with its sUent occupants. My hus band resides in the vicinity of this burying- THE DELINQUENT. 259 ground. Our house is concealed by the trees. I often walk alone at night. But how much more wonderful is it that I should meet you here !" — " My mind is in a tumult," returned Owen. " I can hardly tell you any thing about myself, only that I am persecuted, ruined, and miserable !" — " Then we are fit companions for each other," said Mrs Marburn. " You know too much of my history to suppose that I can ever again be happy. You are the de pository of my secret, — ^and I thank you for preserving it inviolate." Owen now mentioned that Captain Harman had expressed suspicions upon the subject, and related all that had passed between them in re ference to it ; and described the persecutions to which he had been exposed from his having re fused to betray her confidence. " Ah !" cried Mrs Marburn, with agitation, " I now per ceive what object has brought you here. You wish me to relieve you from your oath. Nay, perhaps you are hastening to my husband to 260 THE DELINQUENT. disclose my guilt and shame. Go then ! take your own course; I also can follow mine." — " Hear me !" cried Owen. " Do not insult my nature by such unjust suspicions. Your reputation is safe. By telling you who I really am, have I not trusted my own in your hands ? My tempter and persecutor is no more. Cap tain Harman died last night." — " Can it be so .''" exclaimed Mrs Marburn, incredulous and astonished. " Are not you deceived .-"' — " Look to yonder new-made grave," returned Owen. " Not an hour has elapsed since he Was laid in it." — " 'Tis well," said she, after a pause. " Peace be to his soul, though he wished none to mine. He was my bitter ene my. He sought my ruin. But I cannot curse or hate him in death. How did he die?" — Owen hesitated. " By pestUence," said he ; " I did not kill him. You will, perhaps, ejce long, hear me caUed his murderer; but it is false as I live !" Mrs Marburn looked upon him keenly and fearfully, while he related all that THE DELINQUENT. 261 occurred to him, from the time of his entering the hotel down to the moment of their unex pected meeting. When he had finished, she took his hand and said, " Mr Faulconveer, we are under the influence of the same unhappy star, — we were born to be the children of infamy ; but come and hear my story. Perhaps you think me more guilty than I really am." Owen proceed ed with Mrs Marburn in silence to the foot of a large tree, upon the projecting roots of which they seated themselves, having the chiirchyard in front ; and she immediately commenced her narrative. " I came to Jamaica at the age of fourteen. While in England my life was passed at a retired boarding-school, and I had no opportu nity of acquiring any accurate knowledge of the country, or characters or manners of its people. It is needless to relate the circumstanced which brought about my removal to this island. I was placed under the care of an uncle, with whom I lived happily for five years ; however. 262 THE DELINQUENT. he died at the expiration of that time, leaving me totally unprotected and friendless, but mis tress of a considerable fortune." " Mr Marburn soon afterwards began to pay his addresses to me. He was much older than myself, and — ^but let me pass on to other mat ters. In short, we were married, and continued to live contentedly enough together, till some groundless feehngs of jealousy, excited by the visits and attentions of a military man, who was quartered at Kingston, destroyed all harmony and confidence between us. I can solemnly aver, that I gave this person no encouragement whatever, and that he was an object of total in difference to me in any point of view, except as a pleasant acquaintance. But Mr Marburn ir ritated me with insulting innuendos and sus picions, and my temper being naturally warm and impetuous, I was in the habit of repeUing his insinuations with a violence that was any thing but conciliating, and which, so far from convincing him of my innocence, rendered him doubly sceptical upon the subject. It may THE DELINQUENT. 263 easily be supposed, that we daily became more and more estranged from each other. I impru dently treated him with contemptuous indif ference, and he avoided my society, and began to show the greatest dislike to my person. " Things continued in this state for several months. During that time I had gradually been getting into bad health ; I suppose, from the effects of irritation, disappointment, and anxiety, conjoined with those of a bad climate. My illness at length a.ssumed so formidable an aspect, that the physidans declared that my only chance of recovery lay in a voyage to England. My husband consented to this, and I joyfully hurried the preparations for my departure ; but it unfortunately happened, that the young offi cer, to whom I have already alluded, engaged his passage in the ship that was to convey me home, instead of taking advantage of a transport that was about to sail. Mr Marburn, on hear ing this, supposed that the arrangement had been concerted between us, and forbade my going in the vessel- He proceeded on his voy- 264 THE DELINQUENT. age without me, and I waited some weeks till another opportunity of the same kind occurred. My husband intrusted me to the care of Cap tain Harman, with whom he seemed to be inti mately acquainted. This wretch had the inso lence to express a passion for me while we were at sea; but I repulsed him with indignation, threatened to mention his conduct to my hus band, and did not afterwards permit him even to speak to me. This excited his hatred, and he became my bitter enemy. " On arriving in England, I took up my abode with a female relation, who was a widow, and very rich, agreeable, generous, and accompUsh ed. She lived at a charming seat of her own, in a very beautiful part of the country; and her house was constantiy full of visitors, and enlivened by every species of amusement and gayety. Here I met with my former admirer, Derwent, who had contrived to discover my place of residence, and to cultivate an acquaint ance with my female friend. What a new world was opened to me at her villa ! Into how THE DELINQUENT. 265 many previously unknown pleasures was I initiated ! The society, the scenery, the climate, and the mode of life, at Felham Park, were all equaUy captivating and seductive. The elegance of manners, the liveliness -of ideas, and the taste and accomplishments that distinguished the cir cle there, formed a strong contrast with the plainness, coarseness, and vulgarity, that pre- vaUed in the society to which I had been accus tomed in the West Indies. The men, in par ticular, seemed a different species of beings ; and their graceful attentions, brilliant powers of con versation, and refined sense of the polite, were little calculated to make me recoUect with any complacency the slender pretensions of my male acquaintances in Jamaica. Mr Marburn was not in the habit of seeing much company, and what we did see was far from being the best that the island afforded. Our dinner-parties were usually composed of new-arrived adven turers, rank with provincialism, ignorant of the world, and brimful of rusticity, boisterous ship masters, petty money-making mei-chants, and 266 THE DELINQUENT. now and then a planter of the third class. We had no intercourse with the polished and liberal- minded society of the island ; their style of en tertaining being, in my husband's opinion, foolishly expensive and ceremonious, though his wealth was sufficient to admit of his coping with them in point of luxury and hospitality, had he been so inclined. Is it to be wondered after this, that the fascinations of Felham Park should dazzle and intoxicate me, and that I should nearly forget my husband, and feel un willing to return to Jamaica .'' " But the society in which I lived had even less influence upon my heart than the scenery and climate of Britain. I had always been an enthusi astic admirer of the beautiful in nature ; but how could my taste be gratified in the West Indies ? They alone who have resided long in tropical countries can well appreciate the exquisiteness of European scenery, and be fully alive to the interesting associations which are connected with almost every one of its features. Can the un changing skies, the hot atmosphere, the fiery, THE DELINQUENT. 267 unrelenting sun, the turbid rivers, and the coarse, exuberant, and gaudy vegetation of the torrid zone, be compared with the variously- clouded heavens, the soft air, the gentle light, the transparent streams, the delicate verdure, and fragrant flowers of northern climates, where nature is constantly administering to the enjoy ments of life in some form or other ? Poets may deceive themselves, and travellers may impose upon people, by describing tropical countries as the seat of innumerable pleasures and luxuries, and as regions in which love exists in its greatest strength and purity, and where aU the best affections of the human heart are developed and brought into play. I have not found such to be the truth. It seems to me, that the Europeans who live in hot climates are, generally speaking, a selfish, unfeeling, and unrefined, set of people, and that their lives are as barren of real enjoyment as they are fruitful in causes of suffering, irritation, arid discontent. " These feelings, it may be supposed, at- 268 THE DELINQUENT. tached me not a little to England and to Fel ham Park, the neighbourhood of which abound ed with the finest scenery. Derwent's atten tions were unceasing. We walked together through lonely woods, explored sequestered valleys, ascended hills and eminences, contem plated ancient ruins, and watched the setting sun and rising moon, and the accompanying gorgeous drapery of the heavens. My female friend prolonged her stay in the country tUl the end of autumn ; and I had an opportunity of observing the changeful beauties of that di vine season. I marked the green of the lea-ves fade into the various diversities of tint that precede their decay, and heard the temperate storms of England blowing through the woods, and scattering the withered foliage. In the evenings we closed the shutters and window- curtains, and assembled round a large fire, and enjoyed all the social pleasures in perfection. When our party happened to be numerous we had concerts of music ; and when small, we * passed the hours in light gay conversation. THE DELINQUENT. 269 stofy-teUing, games, and pastimes. My spirits were always buoyant and elastic ; and I used to regret when the clock announced midnight, and wish to prolong our vigils almost till dawn. " But, on going to bed, I usually yielded to regret and despondency, and anticipated with dread the period when it would be necessary for me to return to Jamaica. I contrasted the life I had led there with what I now enjoyed, and the comparison attached me more and more to England. I could not bear the idea of again encountering my husband's untutored compa- nions,^-of spending the day in the monotonous seclusion imposed by a tropical climate, — of passing my languid evenings in a lonely and -comfortless apartment, without the blazing fire, the social countenances, and the ever-varying sources of amusement that enlivened my friend's parlour, — and of knowing that every day was to bring the same tiresome routine of heat, and sunshine, and idleness, and bodily ex haustion. 270 THE DELINQUENT. " Derwent had all this time remained at Felham Park, and paid me devoted attention. My affections were entangled before I was aware. I tried to resist and overcome the cri minal attachment; but the struggle was quite uncongenial to my character, which had not been formed upon moral principles, or consider ations of right and wrong. My friend was too much engaged with her amusements and numer ous acquaintances to perceive the dangerousness of my situation ; while the pecuUar tone of my feelings, as already described, tended to make me desperate, impetuous, and careless about the future. I yielded myself up to Derwent, and sacrificed my honour. " Shortly after our guilty intercourse had commenced, I received a letter from Mr Mar burn, desiring that I should immediately return to the West Indies, as he had heard that my health was completely re-established. His sum mons came unexpectedly, and brought fear, shame, and humiliation with it. I was irreso lute what to do ; and, while deliberating upon the THE DELINQUENT. 271 subject, lost several favourable opportunities of setting sail for Jamaica. Derwent used every per suasion to induce me to defer my departure for some months ; and though I positively refused to comply, the weeks that glided away, and saw me stUl at Felham Park, were evidences of the infirmity of my purposes, and of my disin clination to join my husband. The conse quences of our intimacy were now apparent. I was within two months of bearing a child. My female friend, with all the coolness of fa shionable feeling, hinted that I should now go into retirement, as her own reputation would be involved with mine were I to remain any longer under her protection." " I had not another asylum to which I could fly. Derwent proposed that I should go into a distant part of the country, or upon the conti nent ; and I was upon the point of resorting to one of these alternatives, when I was alarmed and astonished by a visit from Captain Harman. He explained his business without much pre amble, teUing me, that, when last in Jamaica, 272 THE DELINQUENT. he had received positive orders from Mr Mar burn to bring me out in his ship, as the letters which he presented would shew. He then -de parted, requesting that I would commence pre parations for the voyage, as he intended to sail in two or three weeks. " My wretchedness and agony were now extreme, and I several times almost determined upon committing suicide. However, I soon sunk into a state of torpid despondency, and became careless of reputation, and of every thing else. Derwent had been called away from Felham Park to London, where his father, a man of rank, forced him into a marriage with a lady to whom he had formerly engaged himself, but who had been in a fair way of being entire ly neglected and forgotten from the time that our attachment had commenced. " I was now without a single friend or pro tector ; for, though Derwent offered to assist me in every possible way, I was not ungenerous enough to allow him to injure himself and his wife, by having any further intercourse with me THE DELINQUENT. 273 whatever. I hired lodgings in town, ardently hoping, that my confinement might take place before Captain Harman saUed, and intending to go into concealment if it did not. But he watch ed me continually, checked my drafts for money, and used every precaution to prevent my elope ment. At length I received an intimation that it was time for me to embark, and I obeyed it. Derwent insisted on attending me to Blackwall, and we there took a last farewell of each other, in a ruined house by the side of the Thames. The rest of my story is known to you. I can not dwell upon it. Only let me assure you, that the child you saw precipitated into the ocean was born dead. Heaven is my witness that I am not a murderess ! That is a depth of guUt into which I would not have plunged my self to save either my life or reputation." Here Mrs Marburn finished her narrative ; aud Owen could not help viewing her with more forbearance and sympathy than he had hitherto done. They both sat silent for some time, with eyes fixed upon the burying-ground, from the VOL. II. s 274 THE DELINQUENT. surface of which a dark mist was evolving itself, and condensing into a stratum of vapour, that concealed and rested upon the graves. " Where do you now intend to direct your steps .?" inquired Mrs Marburn. — " Alas ! I know not," answered Owen ; " every place of refuge is closed against me. If I return to Kingston, I have every chance of being seized and put in confinement. I think I will proceed to Port-Royal, where I am as yet unknown ; but it is of little consequence ; for, beUeve me, I am indifferent to what may befall me." The lady reflected a little, and then said, " No, Mr Falconveer, you shall come with me. I can pro vide you with an asylum tUl to-morrow morn ing. You must then go to my husband, and tell him that you have left Kingston to avoid the pestilence, and that you wish to be permit ted to occupy the small house on his estate that is at present untenanted. He will not ob ject to this, and you can send privately to King ston for the articles which you have left there." Owen, after a pause, replied, " I thank you for THE DELINQUENT. 275 the interest you take in my safety and welfare, and would, without hesitation, adopt the plan you propose, were I certain that there was no chance of your being involved in any difficulty on my account," — " None, none," returned the lady in a faltering voice ; " but let us leave these regions of death. Follow me in silence." They now rose from the foot of the tree ; and Mrs Marburn, after passing through the darkest part of the grove, struck into a narrow winding path, and quickened her pace consider ably. Palm and mango trees of the largest size grew on every side, and intermingled their gigantic boughs overhead, and nearly excluded the faint and hazy moonbeams. The forest was perfectly motionless and silent, there not being a breath of wind to agitate the foliage. Some times, however, a snake was heard stealing along among the dry grass; and sometimes a bird, scared by the approaching footsteps, would burst with a loud rustling from its perch among the boughs, and take flight to a distant part of the grove. Mrs Marburn occasionally looked 276 THE DELINQUENT. round at Owen, who followed close behind ; and a ray of light fell upon her countenance once while she was doing so, and shewed its expression to be that wild and fearful one which had formerly excited his shuddering dis like. The strangeness of his situation, and his uncertain fate, filled his mind with the darkest forebodings. He almost began to suspect that his female guide was the apparition of Mrs Marburn, and that it was conducting him to some unearthly spot, where a horrible fate await ed him. They had walked nearly a quarter of a mile, when Owen discerned a white mansion glimmering among the trees. His conductress stopped for a few moments, and looked cau tiously round her, and then directed her course along the outskirts of the grove, till they came to a small half-ruined building, in the midst of a clump of orange-trees. It seemed to have originally been intended for a summer-house ; but the roof was now decayed, the windows were broken, and the old shackling door would THE DELINQUENT. 277 scarcely turn upon its hinges. Mrs Marburn entered in silence, and Owen followed her with anxious steps. The apartment inside contained only two chairs and a small table ; and its at mosphere was dank, oppressive, and chilly. " Good night ! Mr Faulconveer," said the lady. " Remain quietly here tiU morning. Do not stir till I give you notice." She then waved her hand, and was out of sight before Owen had time to make any reply. He seated himself in one of the chairs, and tried to compose his spirits ; but, finding this impossible, he began to walk backwards and forwards, and to examine the apartment as nar rowly as the dim moonlight would admit. He felt wakeful and agitated without knowing why, and was haunted with fears of some secret evil and impending danger. Every noise startled him, and he scarcely dared to look from the window, lest some frightful object should pre sent itself. He once or twice determined to leave the 278 THE DELINQUENT. summer-house, and to spend the night in the neighbouring grove; but the recollection of Mrs Marburn's parting injunctions, and the risk of being discovered by any one, made him abandon this design as often as he had formed it. He endeavoured to conquer his alarm, and lay dotvn on the floor, and covered his face with his hands. He sometimes fancied that he heard footsteps pressing the floPr above him, and sometimes thought he could distinguish voices whibpering in the lower part of the build ing. He raised his head fedrfully, but could see nothing ; for the moon was now setting, and only a few sickly yeUow rays struck through the wiridow of the summer-house, and fell upon the upper part of the wall. WhUe anxiously Watching the departing light, he heard a small pebble hit the window, and immediately after wards soraethihg fell close beside him, and roll ed along the floor. He did not move, and scarcely breathed, for some minutes. The sig nal was not repeated ; and he began to grope THE DELINQUENT. 279 about in search of the object that had been pro jected towai-ds him ; but the darkness prevented him from finding it. Exhausted by the agitating events of the last twelve hours, he at length fell asleep, and did not awake till the sun was blazing high in the heavens. The first object that attracted his attention was a small piece of wood lying near him, with a note tied to it. He hastily opened the paper, and found that it contained instructions for him, in Mrs Marburn's hand writing, directing at what hour he should visit her husband, and in what manner he should prefer his request respecting the house which she wished him to occupy. Owen adjusted his dress as weU as possible, and set out for Mr Marburn's mansion, which stood about a quarter of a mile from the sum mer-house, in the midst of a grove of palm- trees. It was an old gloomy-looking buUding, partly decayed, and had an air of solitariness, seclusion, and melancholy, about its exterior. Owen was introduced into a large apartment. 280 THE DELINQUENT. scantily furnished. The rain had dropped through the ceiling in some places, and stained the walls, on which hung several portraits ; and, among them, one of Mrs Marburn, evidently taken in her early life, but yet exhibiting much of that wild peculiarity of expression which now predominated in her countenance. In a few minutes Mr Marburn entered the room, and bowed coolly to Owen, and request ed him to be seated. He was a man of slovenly appearance, ungraceful manners, and austere visage. Owen explained the object of his visit as concisely as possible, and Mr Marburn made no remark whatever till he had done speaking. " How did you come across from Kingston, sir .?" said he ; "I have not seen any boat near the beach this morning." — " I landed very early," replied Owen, with some hesitation and embarrassment. — " Pardon me," cried Mr Mar burn, after a pause ; " but you have not fa voured me with your name." — " My name is Linder," returned Owen. " Ha ! Mr Linder !" exclaimed the former, in a tone of THE DELINQUENT. 281 astonishment. " Do I see you here ? Forgive my surprise," continued he, apparently recol lecting himself; " but I yesterday heard that a person of your name had died of the fever. This was the cause of my emotion. Yes, Mr Linder, you may take possession of the house when you please.. I will order some furniture to be put into it to-day, and dinner shall like wise be sent to you, as I suppose your servants and baggage have not yet arrived. I would request your company here, that I might intro duce you to Mrs Marburn, but she is rather unwell at present." Owen thanked him, and took leave, attended by a negro, who was to conduct him to his new habitation. The house intended for him was situated near the sea, on a range of cliffs, about sixty feet above the level of the beach. Within a little distance of the building these cliffs were indented and divided by a large chasm, which extended inwards, in a straight line, about three hundred yards, and narrowed gradually towards its termination. The bottom of it was covered 282 THE DELINQUENT. with loose fragments of rock, and was on a level with the beach ; and the sea, at full tide, rushed into it with a loud roaring, and ad vanced to its very extremity. Its sides, which rose about eight feet perpendicular, were almost covered with prickly-pear and other thorny plants. The path which led from Mr Mar burn's mansion, to the dwelling now tenanted by Owen, was sheltered on one side by several rows of lime-trees, and wound along the edge of the chasm, and was rather dangerous, the ground under it having shot in several places. Owen remarked all this on his way to the house, which he found to be in a very decayed and uncomfortable state. However, several negroes, bringing some articles of furniture, soon arrived ; and these, when arranged in one of the upper apartments, improved its appear ance very much. But personal- convenience was a consideration of no moment to Owen at such a time ; and he sat at a window the whole day, looking at the sea, and a prey to all sorts of vague apprehensions and fearful uncertain- THE DELINQUENT. 283 ties. No provisions were brought him, though twenty hours of abstinence would have render ed a meal both acceptable and reviving. Owen continued at the window till the last glow of sunset was fading from the sky, and every object was becoming dim and undefined. But the thickening twilight did not prevent his discovering several negroes lurking in the cavi ties and recesses of the rocks, immediately under the back of the house, from which a narrow path, winding along the face of the precipice, afforded the means of descending to the beach. Every circumstance that does not admit of im mediate explanation awakens alarm and distrust in the minds of the guilty, Owen was at a loss to imagine what these men could be doing in such a situation. Were they smuggling ? Were they trying to escape from their master ? Were they Jilaced there to watch him ? All these questions suggested themselves by turns; but he could not frame a satisfactory answer to any one of them, nor had the means of obtain* 284 THE DELINQUENT. ing any information that might enable him to do o. While any light remained, he at intervals perceived the negroes looking from their hiding- places, and then quickly withdrawing their heads again, as if watching for something, and at the same time afraid of being observed by any one. " Would to God I were dead !" cried Owen. " What a life of fear, anxiety, and agitation, have I led since I landed on this accursed shore ! But it cannot last. "Things must come to a crisis soon. Let me be pas sive, for resistance can avail me nothing." He was about to lay down on the bed that had been prepared for him, when he heard the door of the house gently opened, and footsteps ascending the stairs, and the next moment Mr Marburn stood before him. He motioned to Owen to remain quiet ; and, having seated him self on the couch, spoke thus : — " Mr Linder, let us throw aside ceremony. I have come here on business of life and death. THE DELINQUENT. 285 At once, then, I tell you, that I know who you are, and am acquainted with the circumstances that have driven you to seek refuge here. You came from England in the ship with my wife and Captain Harman, who died yesterday ; but in what manner, you can perhaps inform me better than any other person. He was a de voted friend of mine ; and the very day he en tered port, he sent me some papers, which prove you to be Faulconveer the defaulter ; and also a crucifix, which once belonged to my wife, but which had been in your possession for some time. He told me that some mysterious and guUty transactions had taken place in Mrs Marburn's cabin, and that you were either im pUcated in them, or were acquainted with their nature ; but would not disclose any thing con cerning them. I have this day been informed that you are suspected to have robbed, and perhaps murdered, Captain Harman ; and that a box, formerly belonging to him, has been found in the burying-ground near this, and bears damn ing evidence against you. The officers of jus- 286 THE DELINQUENT. tice are now in search of you, but do not as yet know where you are concealed. Don't you per ceive the terribleness of your situation ? Your life is in my hands ; but you may purchase it at an easy rate. Tell me all you know about Mrs Marburn, that I may obtain the means of get ting rid of her for ever. If you agree to this, I will pledge myself to provide you with the means of quitting Jamaica in safety. If you refuse to comply, infamy, imprisonment, and perhaps a scaffold, await you. Did not Mrs Marburn bear a child when on board of ship ?" Owen made no reply. " Fool ! fool !" ex claimed his impetuous questioner ; " Is not your silence a virtual acknowledgment of her guilt ? But I must have something more. Make your decision I Escape from hence is impossible ; for I have posted a guard of slaves on the cUffs be low. If you hesitate to speak from concern for Mrs Marburn, let me tell you, that she is unwor thy of so much consideration. She has long embittered my life. I love another woman. — Furnish me with the means of obtaining a di- THE DELINQUENT. 287 vorce, and I will save you now, and make your fortune afterwards." — " God keep me from breaking my oath !" cried Owen, almost in voluntarily. " Oath !" returned Mr Marburn. " Oath ! ha ! — I have it now. She has bound you by an oath ! You now have made half the confession which I require, and it would be useless to hesitate to complete it. Speak on !" —'^ Away ! away !" cried Owen ; " you dis tract me ! I know not what I have been utter ing." He put his hand on his brow, and, after a short pause, said, more calmly, " Mr Mar- bum, aUow me time for consideration. One hour — ^two hours ! — There can be no objection to this ; for you know that I cannot escape." Mr Marburn paced the room for some time, and then answered, '^ Well, be it so ! I will give you time to prepare your confession. I wUl return at midnight." He departed; and Owen was once more left entirely alone. Darkness and silence now encompassed his dweUing, except when a flash of lightning 288 THE DELINQUENT. glared upon the heavily-clouded horizon, or a gust of wind swept with wild moanings along the beach. Sometimes a few large drops of rain were dashed against the window, and every thing portended the approach of a tempest. The murmuring of the waves gradually in creased in loudness, for the tide was fast rising. It at length reached the mouth of the chasm, and began to rush into it with a tremendous roaring. The noise of the water beating against the fragments of rock that covered the bottom of the ravine, and a confused dashing and bursting, like that of conflicting currents, rose from its dark abyss, and mingled with the sighs of the blast that now careered impetuously through the neighbouring groves. At this time the door of Owen's apartment was slowly and hesitatingly opened, and a figure, wrapped in a large cloak, and followed by another, carrying a basket, entered with cau tious steps. The former threw aside the cloak, and Mrs Marburn stood revealed before him. 2 THE DELINQUENT. 289 She was pale and agitated, with disordered dress, and hair dripping wet, from exposure to the wind and rain. " IMr Faulconveer !" said she, hurriedly, and in a half-whisper, " you must think me very unfeeling, in not having visited you or sent to you before this; but I could not do either consistently with our mutual safety. My presence here in this tempestuous night wiU, however, I hope, redeem my neglect in your eyes. You must be exhausted with want. Here are refreshments. Let me entreat you to partake of them." She now took the basket from her attendant, who proved to be Narna, and placed its contents upon the table, and mo tioned Owen to seat himself before them. " No, no I pardon me," said he, in a faint voice ; " I cannot eat now ; but I will drink some wine." She poured out a large glassful, and presented it to him without speaking, and when he had finished it, gave him a second. She then put aside the bottle, with a long, deep, shuddering sigh, and became pale and VOL. II. '^ 290 THE DELINQUENT. apparently terror-struck, and leant upon her woman. " My husband has been here," said she. " I have watched his motions; and I know what was the object of his visit. He is in pos session of evidences against you which may cost you your life. Did he not threaten to deliver you up to justice, if you refused to betray me .'" — " You say true," returned Owen ; and re lated, as quickly as possible, all that had recent ly passed between Mr Marburn and himself. " When does he return to hear your decision .?" cried the lady eagerly. " WiU you indeed sacrifice me .?" — " You are safe !" answered Owen. " Did I not swear?" — " When wiU he return.?" demanded Mrs Marburn again. " At midnight, I believe," repUed Owen. « 'Tis weU!" exclaimed the lady. « 'Tis well ! I have nothing to fear ! But you are pale, Mr Faulconveer. Do you suffer pain ?" " It is not pain," said Owen falteringly. " I grow faint ! I can scarcely stand ! How is this ? Give me some more wine. Do not look THE DELINQUENT. 291 upon me so wildly. I saw you thus in a dream last night. I fancied that I lay in your arms, and that you first smUed, and then looked as you do now, and next moment stabbed me in my back. But this surely is no dream !" He staggered forwards, and dropped on one knee. " Ha ! now a light breaks upon me. Woman ! woman ! — ^you have given me poison ! I feel myself dying I Is it so ? Do not deceive me !" Mrs Marburn clasped her hands, and uttered a wUd shriek, and attempted to rush from the apartment. Owen sprung forwards, and seized her, and held her firmly in his arms. " You shall not depart," cried he, " tiU you have satis fied my doubts. Am I to live or not .? Answer me, or I wUl shout forth your crime tUI it reaches the ears of your husband !" — " Hush ! hush !" murmured the lady, in shuddering af fright. " Yes ! — ^yes ! — You are poisoned ! Do you ask what fiend tempted me to be guilty of such ingratitude .? I could not feel myself safe whUe you were in Ufe ! KiU me !— but do not upbraid me!" Owen dropped upon the 292 THE DEIJNQUENT. floor, and she started from him with a look of dismay, and hurried from the house. Owen rose slowly and languidly from the ground. Cold thrillings pervaded every limb, and his ears rung with unearthly sounds. A multitude of dreadful shapes seemed to be hurrying about the apartment, and throngs of \ frightful faces looking in upon him through the window. A sensation of fiery heat and suffocat ing oppression suddenly urged him to seek the open air, and to face the tempest. 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