AS the lodgings taken by Miss Margland could not be ready till the afternoon, Camilla remained with her sister; a sojourn which, while it consoled her with the society, and gratified her by the approbation of Eugenia, had yet another allurement; it detained her under the same roof with Edgar; and his manner of listening to her rejection, and his undisguised suffering before they were parted, led her to expect he might yet demand a conference before she quitted the hotel.
In about an hour, as unpleasantly as unceremoniously, they were broken in upon by Mrs. Mittin.
‘How monstrous lucky, my dear,’ cried she, to Camilla, ‘that I should find you, and your little sister, for I suppose this is she, together! I went into your dining-room to ask for you, and there I met those other two ladies; and I’ve made acquaintance with ’em, I assure you, already; for I told them I was on a visit at the Honourable Mrs. Berlinton’s . So I’ve had the opportunity to recommend some shops to ’em, and I’ve been to tell some of the good folks to send them some of their nicest goods for ’em to look at; for, really, since I’ve been bustling a little about here, I’ve found some of the good people so vastly obliging, I can’t but take a pleasure in serving ’em, and getting ’em a few customers, especially as I know a little civility of that sort makes One friends surprisingly. Often and often have I got things under prime cost myself, only by helping a person on in his trade. So one can’t say good nature’s always thrown away. However, I come now on purpose to put a note into your own hands, from Mrs. Berlinton; for all the servants were out of the way, except one, and he wanted to be about something else, so I offered to bring it, and she was very much pleased; so I fancy it’s about some secret, for she never offered to shew it me; but as to the poor man saved from the walk, I’ve won his heart downright; I dare say he’ll go of any odd errand for me, now, without vails. That’s the best of good nature, it always comes home to one.’
The note from Mrs. Berlinton contained a tender supplication for the return of Camilla, and a pressing and flattering invitation that her sister should join their little party as the motives of honour and discretion which made her, at the request and for the sake of her brother, sacrifice her eagerness to be presented to Miss Lynmere, operated not to impede her acquaintance with Miss Eugenia.
This proposition had exquisite charms for Eugenia. To become acquainted with the sister of him to whom, henceforward, she meant to devote her secret thoughts, enchanted her imagination.
Camilla, therefore, negotiated the visit with Miss Margland, who, though little pleased by this separate invitation, knew not how to refuse her concurrence; but Indiana, indignant that the sister of Melmond should not, first, have waited upon her, and solicited her friendship, privately resolved, in pique of this disrespect, to punish the brother with every rigour she could invent.
Camilla, upon her return, found Mrs. Mittin already deeply engaged in proposing an alteration in the dress of Eugenia, which she was aiding Molly Mill to accomplish; and so much she found to say and to do, to propose and to object to, to contrive and to alter, that, from the simplicity of the mistress, and the ignorance of the maid, the one was soon led to conclude she should have appeared improperly before Mrs. Berlinton, without such useful advice; and the other to believe she must shortly have lost her place, now her young lady was come forth into the world, if she had not thus miraculously met with so good a friend.
During these preparations, Camilla was summoned back to the dining-room to receive Mr. Westwyn.
She did not hear this call with serenity. The danger which, however unwittingly, she had caused his son, and the shocking circumstances which were its foundation, tingled her cheeks, and confounded her wish of making acknowledgments, with an horror that such an obligation could be possible.
The door of the dining-room was open, and as soon as her steps were heard, Mr. Westwyn came smiling forth to receive her. She hung back involuntarily; but, pacing up to her, and taking her hand, ‘Well, my good young lady,’ he cried, ‘I have brought you my son; but he’s no boaster, that I can assure you, for though I told him how you wanted him to come to you, and was so good as to say you were so much obliged to him, I can’t make him own he has ever seen you in his life; which I tell him is carrying his modesty over far; I don’t like affectation... I have no taste for it.’
Camilla, discovering by this speech, as well as by his pleased and tranquil manner, that he had escaped hearing of the intended duel, and that his son was still ignorant whose cause he had espoused, ardently wished to avert farther shame by concealing herself; and, step by step, kept retreating back towards the room of Eugenia; though she could not disengage her hand from the old gentleman, who, trying to draw her on, said: ‘Come, my dear! don’t go away. Though my son won’t confess what he has done for you, he can’t make me forget that you were such a dear soul as to tell me yourself, of his good behaviour, and of your having such a kind opinion of him. And I have been telling him, and I can assure you I keep my word, that if he has done a service to the niece of my dear old friend, Sir Hugh Tyrold, it shall value him fifty pound a-year more to his income, if I straighten myself never so much. For a lad, that knows how to behave in that manner, will never spend his money so as to make his old father ashamed of him. And that’s a good thing for a man to know.’
‘Indeed, sir, this is some mistake,’ said the young man himself, now advancing into the passage, while Camilla was stammering out an excuse from entering; ‘it’s some great mistake; I have not the honour to know....’
He was going to add Miss Tyrold, but he saw her at the same moment, and instantly recollecting her face, stopt, blushed, and looked amazed.
The retreating effort of Camilla, her shame and her pride, all subsided by his view, and gave place to the more generous feelings of gratitude for his intuitive good opinion, and emotion for the risk he had run in her defence: and with an expression of captivating sweetness in her eyes and manner, ‘That you did not know me,’ she cried, ‘makes the peculiarity of your goodness, which, indeed, I am more sensible to than I can express.’
‘Why, there! there, now! there!’ cried Mr. Westwyn, while his son, enchanted to find whose character he had sustained, bowed almost to the ground with respectful gratitude for such thanks; only but listen! she says the very same things to your face, that she said behind your back! though I am afraid, it’s only to please an old father; for if not, I can’t for my life find out any reason why you should deny it. Come, Hal, speak out, Hal!’
Equally at a loss how either to avow or evade what had passed in the presence of Camilla, young Westwyn began a stammering and awkward apology; but Camilla, feeling doubly his forbearance, said: ‘Silence may in you be delicate... but in me it would be graceless.’ Then, turning from him to old Mr. Westwyn, ‘you may be proud, sir,’ she cried, ‘of your son! It was the honour of an utter stranger he was protecting, as helpless as she was unknown at the time she excited his interest; nor had he even in view this poor mede he now receives of her thanks!’
‘My dearest Hal!’ cried Mr. Westwyn, wringing him by the hand; ‘if you have but one small grain of regard for me, don’t persist in denying this! I’d give the last hundred pounds I had in the world to be sure it was true!’
‘That to hear the name of this lady,’ said the young man, ‘should not be necessary to inspire me with respect for her, who can wonder? that any opportunity could arise in which she should want defence, is all that can give any surprise.’
‘You own it, then, my dear Hal? you own you’ve done her a kindness? why then, my dear Hal, you’ve done one to me! and I can’t help giving you a hug for it, let who will think me an old fool.’
He then fervently embraced his son, who confused, though gratified, strove vainly to make disclaiming speeches. ‘No, no, my dear Hal,’ he cried, ‘you sha’n’t let yourself down with me again, I promise you, though you’ve two or three times tried to make me think nothing of you; but this young lady here, dear soul, speaks another language; she says I may be proud of my son! and I dare say she knows why, for she’s a charming girt, as ever I saw; so I will be proud of my son! Poor dear Hal! thou hast got a good friend, I can tell thee, in that young lady! and she’s niece to the best man I ever knew; and I value her good opinion more than anybody’s .’
‘You are much too good,’ cried Camilla, in an accent of tender pleasure, the result of grateful joy, that she had not been the means of destroying the paternal happiness of so fond a father, joined to the dreadful certainty how narrowly she had escaped that misery; ‘you are much too good, and I blush even to thank you, when I think–’
What she meant to add was in a moment forgotten, and that she blushed ceased to be metaphorical, when now, as they all three entered the dining-room together, the first object that met her eyes was Edgar.
Their eyes met not again; delighted and conscious, she turned hers hastily away. He comes, thought she, to me! he will not submit to the separation; he comes to re-assure me of his esteem, and to receive once more my faithful heart!
Edgar had seen, by chance, the Westwyns pass to the room of the Cleves party, and felt the most ardent desire to know if they would meet with Camilla, and what would be her reception of her young champion, whose sword, with extreme trouble, he had himself that morning sheathed, and whose gallantry he attributed to a vehement, however, sudden passion. Dr. Marchmont acknowledged the epoch to be highly interesting for observation, and, presuming upon their old right of intimacy with all the party, they abruptly made a second visit.
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