the law and the lady-第52章

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her　to　forget　me　as　soon　as　possible。　The　kindest　thing　I　can
dothe　one　atonement　I　can　make　to　heris　to　drop　out　of　her
life。〃

With　those　wretched　words　it　ended。　I　handed　his　letter　back　to
his　mother　in　silence。　She　said　but　little　on　her　side。

〃If　_this_　doesn't　discourage　you；〃　she　remarked；　slowly　folding
up　the　letter；　〃nothing　will。　Let　us　leave　it　there；　and　say　no
more。〃

I　made　no　answerI　was　crying　behind　my　veil。　My　domestic
prospect　looked　so　dreary！　my　unfortunate　husband　was　so
hopelessly　misguided；　so　pitiably　wrong！　The　one　chance　for　both
of　us；　and　the　one　consolation　for　poor　Me；　was　to　hold　to　my
desperate　resolution　more　firmly　than　ever。　If　I　had　wanted
anything　to　confirm　me　in　this　view；　and　to　arm　me　against　the
remonstrances　of　every　one　of　my　friends；　Eustace's　letter　would
have　proved　more　than　sufficient　to　answer　the　purpose。　At　least
he　had　not　forgotten　me；　he　thought　of　me；　and　he　mourned　the
loss　of　me　every　day　of　his　life。　That　was　encouragement
enoughfor　the　present。　〃If　Ariel　calls　for　me　in　the
pony…chaise　to…morrow；〃　I　thought　to　myself；　〃with　Ariel　I　go。〃

　Mrs。　Macallan　set　me　down　at　Benjamin's　door。

I　mentioned　to　her　at　partingI　stood　sufficiently　in　awe　of　her
to　put　it　off　till　the　last　momentthat　Miserrimus　Dexter　had
arranged　to　send　his　cousin　and　his　pony…chaise　to　her　residence
on　the　next　day；　and　I　inquired　thereupon　whether　my
mother…in…law　would　permit　me　to　call　at　her　house　to　wait　for
the　appearance　of　the　cousin；　or　whether　she　would　prefer　sending
the　chaise　on　to　Benjamin's　cottage。　I　fully　expected　an
explosion　of　anger　to　follow　this　bold　avowal　of　my　plans　for　the
next　day。　The　old　lady　agreeably　surprised　me。　She　proved　that
she　had　really　taken　a　liking　to　me：　she　kept　her　temper。

〃If　you　persist　in　going　back　to　Dexter；　you　certainly　shall　not
go　to　him　from　my　door；〃　she　said。　〃But　I　hope　you　will　_not_
persist。　I　hope　you　will　awake　a　wiser　woman　to…morrow　morning。〃

The　morning　came。　A　little　before　noon　the　arrival　of　the
pony…chaise　was　announced　at　the　door；　and　a　letter　was　brought
in　to　me　from　Mrs。　Macallan。

〃I　have　no　right　to　control　your　movements；〃　my　mother…in…law
wrote。　〃I　send　the　chaise　to　Mr。　Benjamin's　house；　and　I
sincerely　trust　that　you　will　not　take　your　place　in　it。　I　wish　I
could　persuade　you；　Valeria；　how　truly　I　am　your　friend。　I　have
been　thinking　about　you　anxiously　in　the　wakeful　hours　of　the
night。　_How_　anxiously；　you　will　understand　when　I　tell　you　that
I　now　reproach　myself　for　not　having　done　more　than　I　did　to
prevent　your　unhappy　marriage。　And　yet；　what　more　I　could　have
done　I　don't　really　know。　My　son　admitted　to　me　that　he　was
courting　you　under　an　assumed　name；　but　he　never　told　me　what　the
name　was。　Or　who　you　were；　or　where　your　friends　lived。　Perhaps　I
ought　to　have　taken　measures　to　find　this　out。　Perhaps；　if　I　had
succeeded；　I　ought　to　have　interfered　and　enlightened　you；　even
at　the　sad　sacrifice　of　making　an　enemy　of　my　own　son。　I　honestly
thought　I　did　my　duty　in　expressing　my　disapproval；　and　in
refusing　to　be　present　at　the　marriage。　Was　I　too　easily
satisfied？　It　is　too　late　to　ask。　Why　do　I　trouble　you　with　an
old　woman's　vain　misgivings　and　regrets？　My　child；　if　you　come　to
any　harm；　I　shall　feel　（indirectly）　responsible　for　it。　It　is
this　uneasy　state　of　mind　which　sets　me　writing；　with　nothing　to
say　that　can　interest　you。　Don't　go　to　Dexter！　The　fear　has　been
pursuing　me　all　night　that　your　going　to　Dexter　will　end　badly。
Write　him　an　excuse。　Valeria！　I　firmly　believe　you　will　repent　it
if　you　return　to　that　house。〃

Was　ever　a　woman　more　plainly　warned；　more　carefully　advised；
than　I？　And　yet　warning　and　advice　were　both　thrown　away　on　me。

Let　me　say　for　myself　that　I　was　really　touched　by　the　kindness
of　my　mother…in…law's　letter；　though　I　was　not　shaken　by　it　in
the　smallest　degree。　As　long　as　I　lived；　moved；　and　thought；　my
one　purpose　now　was　to　make　Miserrimus　Dexter　confide　to　me　his
ideas　on　the　subject　of　Mrs。　Eustace　Macallan's　death。　To　those
ideas　I　looked　as　my　guiding　stars　along　the　dark　way　on　which　I
was　going。　I　wrote　back　to　Mrs。　Macallan；　as　I　really　felt
gratefully　and　penitently。　And　then　I　went　out　to　the　chaise。



CHAPTER　XXVII。

MR。　DEXTER　AT　HOME。

　I　FOUND　all　the　idle　boys　in　the　neighborhood　collected　around
the　pony…chaise；　expressing；　in　the　occult　language　of　slang；
their　high　enjoyment　and　appreciation　at　the　appearance　of
〃Ariel〃　in　her　man's　jacket　and　hat。　The　pony　was　fidgety_he_
felt　the　influence　of　the　popular　uproar。　His　driver　sat；　whip　in
hand；　magnificently　impenetrable　to　the　gibes　and　jests　that　were
flying　around　her。　I　said　〃Good…morning〃　on　getting　into　the
chaise。　Ariel　only　said　〃Gee　up！〃　and　started　the　pony。

I　made　up　my　mind　to　perform　the　journey　to　the　distant　northern
suburb　in　silence。　It　was　evidently　useless　for　me　to　attempt　to
speak；　and　experience　informed　me　that　I　need　not　expect　to　hear
a　word　fall　from　the　lips　of　my　companion。　Experience；　however；
is　not　always　infallible。　After　driving　for　half　an　hour　in
stolid　silence；　Ariel　astounded　me　by　suddenly　bursting　into
speech。

〃Do　you　know　what　we　are　coming　to？〃　she　asked；　keeping　her　eyes
straight　between　the　pony's　ears。

〃No；〃　I　answered。　〃I　don't　know　the　road。　What　are　we　coming　to？〃

〃We　are　coming　to　a　canal。〃

〃Well？〃

〃Well；　I　have　half　a　mind　to　upset　you　in　the　canal。〃

This　formidable　announcement　appeared　to　require　some
explanation。　I　took　the　liberty　of　asking　for　it。

〃Why　should　you　upset　me？〃　I　inquired。

〃Because　I　hate　you；〃　was　the　cool　and　candid　reply。

〃What　have　I　done　to　offend　you？〃　I　asked　next。

〃What　do　you　want　with　the　Master？〃　Ariel　asked；　in　her　turn。

〃Do　you　mean　Mr。　Dexter？〃

〃Yes。〃

〃I　want　to　have　some　talk　with　Mr。　Dexter。〃

〃You　don't！　You　want　to　take　my　place。　You　want　to　brush　his　hair
and　oil　his　beard；　instead　of　me。　You　wretch！〃

I　now　began　to　understand。　The　idea　which　Miserrimus　Dexter　had
jestingly　put　into　her　head；　in　exhibiting　her　to　us　on　the
previous　night；　had　been　ripening　slowly　in　that　dull　brain；　and
had　found　its　way　outward　into　words；　about　fifteen　hours
afterward；　under　the　irritating　influence　of　my　presence！

〃I　don't　want　to　touch　his　hair　or　his　beard；〃　I　said。　〃I　leave
that　entirely　to　you。〃

She　looked　around　at　me；　her　fat　face　flushing；　her　dull　eyes
dilating；　with　the　unaccustomed　effort　to　express　herself　in
speech；　and　to　understand　what　was　said　to　her　in　return。

〃Say　that　again；〃　she　burst　out。　〃And　say　it　slower　this　time。〃

I　said　it　again；　and　I　said　it　slower。

〃Swear　it！〃　she　cried；　getting　more　and　more　excited。

I　preserved　my　gravity　（the　canal　was　just　visible　in　the
distance）；　and　swore　it。

〃Are　you　satisfied　now？〃　I　asked。

There　was　no　answer。　Her　last　resources　of　speech　were　exhausted。
The　strange　creature　looked　back　again　straight　between　the
pony's　ears；　emitted　hoarsely　a　grunt　of　relief；　and　never　more
looked　at　me；　never　more　spoke　to　me；　for　the　rest　of　the
journey。　We　drove　past　the　banks　of　the　canal；　and　I　escaped
immersion。　We　rattled；　in　our　jingling　little　vehicle；　through
the　streets　and　across　the　waste　patches　of　ground；　which　I　dimly
remembered　in　the　darkness；　and　which　looked　more　squalid　and
more　hideous　than　ever　in　the　broad　daylight。　The　chaise　tur　ned
down　a　lane；　too　narrow　for　the　passage　of　any　larger　vehicle；
and　stopped　at　a　wall　and　a　gate　that　were　new　objects　to　me。
Opening　the　gate　with　her　key；　and　leading　the　pony；　Ariel
introduced　me　to　the　back　garden　and　yard　of　Miserrimus　Dexter's
rotten　and　rambling　old　house。　The　pony　walked　off　independently
to　his　stable；　with　the　chaise　behind　him。　My　silent　companion
led　me　through　a　bleak　and　barren　kitchen；　and　along　a　stone
passage。　Opening　a　door　at　the　end；　she　admitted　me　to　the　back
of　the　hall；　into　which　Mrs。　Macallan　and　I　had　penetrated　by　the
front　entrance　to　the　house。　Here　Ariel　lifted　a　whistle　which
hung　around　her　neck；　and　blew　the　shrill　trilling　notes　with　the
sound　of　which　I　was　already　familiar　as　the　means　of
comm