in a low voice, intreated me not to deny him the gratification of returning the money. While he was speaking, the young lady I saw yesterday at the assembly, with the large party, entered the pump-room. Mr. Macartney turned as pale as death, his voice faultered, and he seemed not to know what he said. I was myself almost equally disturbed, by the crowd of confused ideas that occurred to me. Good Heaven! thought I, why should he be thus agitated? — is it possible this can be the young lady he loved? —
In a few minutes we quitted the pump-room; and, though I twice wished Mr. Macartney good morning, he was so absent he did not hear me.
We did not immediately return to Clifton, as Mrs. Selwyn had business at a pamphlet shop. While she was looking at some new poems, Lord Orville again asked me when I should see Mr. Macartney?
“Indeed, my Lord,” cried I, “I know not, but I would give the universe for a few moments’ conversation with him!” I spoke this with a simple sincerity, and was not aware of the force of my own words.
“The universe!” repeated he, “Good God, Miss Anville, do you say this to me?”
“I would say it,” returned I, “to any body, my Lord.”
“I beg your pardon,” said he, in a voice that showed him ill pleased, “I am answered.”
“My Lord,” cried I, “you must not judge hardly of me. I spoke inadvertently; but if you knew the painful suspense I suffer at this moment, you would not be surprised at what I have said.”
“And would a meeting with Mr. Macartney relieve you from that suspense?”
“Yes, my Lord, two words might be sufficient.”
“Would to Heaven,” cried he, after a short pause, “that I were worthy to know their import!”
“Worthy, my Lord! — O, if that were all, your Lordship could ask nothing I should not be ready to answer! If I were but at liberty to speak, I should be proud of your Lordship’s enquiries: but, indeed, I am not — I have not any right to communicate the affairs of Mr. Macartney; — your Lordship cannot suppose I have.”
“I will own to you,” answered he, “I know not what to suppose; yet there seems a frankness even in your mystery — and such an air of openness in your countenance, that I am willing to hope — ” He stopped a moment, and then added, “This meeting, you say, is essential to your repose?”
“I did not say that, my Lord; but yet I have the most important reasons for wishing to speak to him.”
He paused a few minutes; and then said, with warmth, “Yes, you shall speak to him! — I will myself assist you! — Miss Anville, I am sure, cannot form a wish against propriety: I will ask no questions, I will rely upon her own purity, and, uninformed, blindfold as I am, I will serve her with all my power!” And then he went into the shop, leaving me so strangely affected by his generous behaviour, that I almost wished to follow him with my thanks.
When Mrs. Selwyn had transacted her affairs, we returned home.
The moment dinner was over, Lord Orville went out, and did not come back till just as we were summoned to supper. This is the longest time he has spent from the house since I have been at Clifton; and you cannot imagine, my dear Sir, how much I missed him. I scarce knew before how infinitely I am indebted to him alone for the happiness I have enjoyed since I have been at Mrs. Beaumont’s.
As I generally go down stairs last, he came to me, the moment the ladies had passed by, and said, “Shall you be at home tomorrow morning?”
“I believe so, my Lord.”
“And will you then receive a visitor for me?”
“For you, my Lord?”
“Yes:— I have made acquaintance with Mr. Macartney, and he has promised to call upon me tomorrow about three o’clock.”
And then, taking my hand, he led me down stairs.
O, Sir! — was there ever such another man as Lord Orville? — Yes, one other now resides at Berry Hill!
This morning there has been a great deal of company here; but at the time appointed by Lord Orville, doubtless with that consideration, the parlour is almost always empty, as every body is dressing.
Mrs. Beaumont, however, was not gone up stairs when Mr. Macartney sent in his name.
Lord Orville immediately said, “Beg the favour of him to walk in. You see, Madam, that I consider myself as at home.”
“I hope so,” answered Mrs. Beaumont, “or I should be very uneasy.”
Mr. Macartney then entered. I believe we both felt very conscious to whom the visit was paid: but Lord Orville received him as his own guest; and not merely entertained him as such while Mrs. Beaumont remained in the room, but for some time after she had left it, a delicacy that saved me from the embarrassment I should have felt, had he immediately quitted us.
In a few minutes, however, he gave Mr. Macartney a book — for I, too, by way of pretence for continuing in the room, pretended to be reading — and begged he would be so good as to look it over, while he answered a note, which he would dispatch in a few minutes, and return to him.
When he was gone, we both parted with our books; and Mr. Macartney, again producing the paper with the money, besought me to accept it.
“Pray,” said I, still declining it, “did you know the young lady who came into the pump-room yesterday morning?”
“Know her!” repeated he, changing colour, “Oh, but too well!”
“Indeed!”
“Why, Madam, do you ask?”
“I must beseech you to satisfy me further upon this subject; pray tell me who she is.”
“Inviolably as I meant to keep my secret, I can refuse you, Madam, nothing; — that lady — is the daughter of Sir John Belmont! — of my father!”
“Gracious Heaven!” cried I, involuntarily laying my hand on his arm, “you are then —” my brother, I would have said, but my voice failed me, and I burst into tears.
“Oh, Madam,” cried he, “what does this mean? — what can thus distress you?”
I could not answer, but held out my hand to him. He seemed greatly surprised, and talked in high terms of my condescension.
“Spare yourself,” cried I, wiping my eyes, “spare yourself this mistake — you have a right to all I can do for you; the similarity of our circumstances —”
We were then interrupted by the entrance of Mrs. Selwyn; and Mr. Macartney, finding no probability of our being left alone, was obliged to take leave, though, I believe, very reluctantly, while in such suspense.
Mrs. Selwyn, then, by dint of interrogatories, drew from me the state of this affair. She is so penetrating, that there is no possibility of evading to give her satisfaction.
Is not this a strange event? Good Heaven! how little did I think that the visits I so unwillingly paid at Mr. Branghton’s would have introduced
