Authors: George W. M. Reynolds,James Malcolm Rymer
DIANA AND ELIZA
ON the morning following the events just narrated, Mrs. Arlington
was seated at breakfast in a sweet little parlour of the splendid mansion which
the Earl of Warrington had taken and fitted up for her in Dover Street,
Piccadilly.
It was about eleven o'clock; and the Enchantress was attired
in a delicious
deshabillé
. With her little feet upon an ottoman near the fender, and her
fine form reclining in a luxurious large arm-chair, she divided her attention
between her chocolate and the columns of the
Morning Herald
. She invariably prolonged the
morning's repast as much as possible, limply because it served to wile away the
time until the hour for dressing arrived. Then visits received, filled up the
interval till three or four o'clock, when the carriage came round to the door.
A drive in the park, or shopping (according to the state of the weather)
occupied the time until six or seven. Then another toilet in preparation for
dinner. In the evening a
tete-a-tete
with the Earl of Warrington, who
had, perhaps, arrived in time for dinner,- or a visit to a theatre, the Opera,
or a concert, - and to bed at midnight, or frequently much later.
Such was the routine of the Enchantress's existence.
The Earl of Warrington behaved most liberally towards her.
On the first day of every month he enclosed her a cheque upon his banker for
two hundred guineas. He supplied her cellar with wine, and frequently made her
the most splendid presents of jewellery, plate, cashmeres, &c. The
furniture for her mansion had cost fifteen hundred pounds; and all the bills
were paid in her name. She was not extravagant, as women in her situation
usually are; and therefore, so far from incurring debts, she saved money.
We cannot say that the Earl of Warrington positively loved
her. His first affections in life had experienced such a blight, that they
might almost be said to have been interred in the grave of defeated hopes and
aspirations. He could therefore never love again. But he liked Mrs. Arlington;
and he had every reason to believe that she was faithful to him. He was charmed
with her conversation and her manners: he saw in her a woman who gave herself
no airs, but, on the contrary, exerted herself in every way to please him - she
never attempted to excite his jealousy, nor affected gusts of passion merely
for the sake of asserting her independence or of proving the hold which she
possessed over him;- and in her society ho forgot the cares of
politics (in which he was
profoundly interested) and all those other little annoyances, real or
imaginary, to which every one in this world is subject, be his condition never
so prosperous!
And Diana was faithful to him. She was a woman naturally
inclined to virtue :- circumstances had made her what she was. She looked upon
the Earl of Warrington as a benefactor; and, although she did not actually love
him more than he loved her, she liked him upon pretty nearly the same
principles that he liked her. Her vanity was flattered by having captivated and
being able to retain a handsome man, whose wealth and high rank rendered him an
object of desire on the part of all ladies situated as was Diana; - she
moreover found him an agreeable companion, kind, and indulgent - and thus their
liaison
continued upon a basis which
nothing appeared to threaten, nor even to weaken.
They never spoke of love in reference to their connection.
The earl was never upon his knees at the feet of his mistress; nor did he
repeat vows of constancy and fidelity every time he saw her. She acted on the
same principle towards him. There was a great amount of real friendship and
good feeling between those two ;- but not an atom of mawkish sentimentality.
The earl could
trust
Diana: he consulted her upon many
of his plans and proceedings, whether in regard to his political career or the
management of his estate; and she invariably tendered him the advice which
appeared most consistent with his interests. He therefore placed the fullest
confidence in her ;- and hence have we seen her carrying out all his generous plans
with reference to Eliza Sydney.
But to continue.
Mrs. Arlington was seated at breakfast, as we have before
stated, when a servant entered and informed her that Miss Sydney requested a
few minutes' conversation with her. Diana immediately ordered Eliza to be
admitted.
"Pardon this early and unceremonious visit, my dear
friend," said Elsa, affectionately grasping the hand that was stretched
out to welcome her.
"I am always at home to you, Eliza," answered the
Enchantress. "But how pale you are! Come - sit down here - close by me -
and tell me in what way I can be of service to you."
"My dear friend," continued Eliza, "I have a
secret to reveal to you - and a deed of infamy to narrate —"
"Oh! you alarm me, Eliza! Has any harm happened to
yourself?"
"No, thank heavens! The compunction of one man saved me
from disgrace and ruin. But read this - it will explain all."
With these words, Eliza handed to Mrs. Arlington the letter
which Stephens had thrust under the stair-carpet at the villa on the preceding
evening.
Diana perused the letter with attention; and a flush of
indignation animated her fine countenance, as she thus made herself acquainted
with the atrocious plot contrived by Greenwood against the honour of Eliza
Sydney.
"Such is the villainy of George Montague!" cried
Diana at the termination of the perusal of that letter.
"Forgive me, dearest friend," said Eliza, taking
the hand of Mrs. Arlington and pressing it between her own ;-
"forgive me if I have kept back one secret of my life from your knowledge.
That George Montague - I once loved him!"
"You!"' exclaimed Mrs. Arlington in surprise.
"Yes, Diana - I once loved that man - before the fatal
exposure which led to my imprisonment;- but he behaved like a villain - he
endeavoured to take advantage of my affection ;- and I smothered the feeling in
my bosom!''
"Oh! you did well - you did well thus to triumph over a
passion which would have been fatal to your happiness ;- for never would your
hopes have been fulfilled - with honour to yourself," added Mrs.
Arlington, sinking her voice almost to a whisper.
"Alas! you are right! I stood upon the brink of a
precipice - I escaped ;- but Montague. or Greenwood, - whichever he may choose
to call himself, - pursues me with a view of accomplishing my dishonour."
"The crimes of that man are unlimited, and his
perseverance is unwearied," said Diana.
"What plan can I adopt," demanded Eliza, "to
escape his machinations? What system can I pursue to avoid his persecution?
Conceive my affright when upon awaking this morning, I remembered that I had
not retired to bed last evening of my own accord - that I could think of
nothing that had occurred since supper-time! Then I found that the bell-rope in
my sleeping-room was cut, and that a weapon which I have been in the habit of
keeping beneath my pillow ever since I first dwelt in the villa, had
disappeared! Oh! I was alarmed I shuddered, although it was broad day-light,
and every thing was calm and silent around. At length I summoned the servant -
and she entered, bearing a letter which she had discovered a few moments before
beneath the stair-carpet. That letter is the one you read ere now ;- and it
explained all. Tell me - tell me, Diana, how am I to avoid the persecution, and
combat the intrigues of this man?"
"Alas! my dear friend," replied Mrs. Arlington,
after a few minutes' consideration, "I know of no effectual method save
that of leaving London."
"And if I leave London, I will leave England,"
said Miss Sydney. "But I can do nothing without the consent of him to whom
I am under such deep obligations."
"You mean the Earl of Warrington," observed Mrs.
Arlington. "I admire the sentiment of gratitude which animates you. The
earl will do all he can to forward your views and contribute to your happiness.
You shall pass the day with me, Eliza, here at least you are safe;- and I will
immediately write a note to the earl, and request him to call upon me without
delay."
"His lordship will be perhaps annoyed —"
"Fear nothing, Eliza. I will see the earl in another
room. And let not this disinclination to meet you on his part, cause you pain:
you well know the motive of his conduct. The memory of your mother —"
"I am well aware he can have no antipathy towards me,
on my own account," interrupted Elisa; "else he could not have acted
towards me in a way which claims all my gratitude!"
Mrs. Arlington dispatched the note to Lord Warrington, and
then hastened to dress to receive him.
In an hour the earl arrived.
He and Mrs. Arlington were then closeted together for a
considerable time.
It was four o'clock when the nobleman took his departure,
and Diana returned to the room where she had left Eliza Sydney.
"The Earl of Warrington," said the Enchantress,
whose countenance was animated with joy, "has listened with attention to
the tale of atrocity which I have related to him in respect to George Montague
Greenwood. His lordship and myself - for he does me the honour to consult me -
have debated upon
the best means of ensuring your tranquility
and safety; and we have decided that you had better quit England for a time.
The perseverance of that bold bad man, backed by his wealth, may succeed in
effecting your ruin - you yourself remaining innocent of guilty participation!
The earl has recommended Italy as the country most likely to please you - and
the more so because he himself possesses a charming villa in the State of
Castelcicala."
"How kind of his lordship!" exclaimed Eliza, tears
of gratitude starting into her eyes.
"Some years ago," continued Diana, "the earl
set out upon a continental tour, and passed two years at Montoni; the capital
of the Grand Duchy of Castelcicala. So charmed was he with that delightful
city, that he purchased a small estate in the suburbs, with the idea of
spending the summer from time to time amidst Italian scenery and beneath an
Italian sky. The idea has, however, been displaced by others arising from new
occupations and fresh interests; and for a long period has the villa at Montoni
remained uninhabited, save by an old porter and his wife. The house is situate
upon the banks of the, river which flows through Montoni, and commands the most
delicious views. That villa is to be your residence so long as it may be
agreeable; and the earl will make arrangements with his London, bankers so that
your income may be regularly paid you by their agents at Montoni. His lordship
has moreover instructed me to supply you with the necessary funds for your
travelling expenses."
"Oh! my dearest friend, how can I ever testify my
gratitude —"
"Not a word - not a word!" interrupted Mrs.
Arlington, playfully closing Eliza's lips with her hand. "The earl
conceives that he is performing a duty, sacred to the memory of his deceased
uncle, in thus caring for you, who are the offspring of that uncle's daughter;
and, on my part, Eliza - on my part, it is a pleasure to do you a service. But
I have not yet finished. The earl has gone straight to Richmond, to call upon a
certain Count Alteroni - a noble exile from the Grand Duchy of Castelcicala -
with whom it appears the earl was acquainted in Italy. His object is to obtain
for you a few letters of introduction to some of the best families of Montoni,
so that you may not want society."
"I shall live in so retired a manner," said Eliza,
that this additional act of kindness was scarcely necessary.
"The earl will have his own way; and perhaps those
letters may prove useful to you - who can tell?" exclaimed Mrs. Arlington.
" But I must observe that I cannot think of parting with you any more
until you leave England altogether. In three or four days the necessary
preparations for your journey will be completed: meantime you must remain here
as my guest. The earl himself recommended this step ; that is," added Mrs.
Arlington, "if my house be agreeable to you, and my society —"
"Oh! how can you entertain a doubt on that head?
"cried Eliza, embracing Diana with the most grateful fervor. "Ah! it
is but a few hours since I said how happy I should be to call you by the
endearing name of
Sister
?"
"And would you not blush, Eliza, to call me your
sister? " said Mrs. Arlington, in a tone deeply affected.
"Blush to call you my sister!" exclaimed Miss
Sydney, as if she repelled the idea with indignation: "Oh! no - never,
never! You are the most noble-hearted of women, and as such, I love - I revere
you!"
"We will then be sisters in heart, although not in
blood," said Diana, warmly returning her friend's embrace; "and
perhaps our affection towards each other will be more sincere than that
existing between many who are really the offspring of the same parents."
Mrs. Arlington gave directions to her servant that she was
not "at home" to a soul, save the Earl of Warrington; and the ride in
the park - the shopping - the theatre in the evening - all were
sacrificed by Diana to the pleasure of Eliza's society.
Miss Sydney dispatched a note to the villa at Upper Clapton,
announcing her intention of staying a few days with Mrs. Arlington. In the
evening, Louisa, who had just returned from the journey on which the fictitious
letter written by Stephens had sent her, made her appearance in Dover Street,
with clothes, &c. for her mistress, and she then received instructions
relative to the intended departure for the Continent.