A Terrible Temptation: A Story of To-Day
in a moment. He made a sort of apology, said he felt he had been
unkind, and he had never been happy since he had deserted her.
She cut that short. “I have found a better than you,” said she. “I am
going to London very soon--to be married.”
“I am glad to hear it.”
“No doubt you are.”
“I mean for your sake.”
“For my sake? You think as little of me as I do of you. Come, now, what
do you want of me--without a lie, if you _can?”_
“I wanted to see you, and talk to you, and hear your prospects.”
“Well, I have told you.” And she pretended to be going.
“Don't be in such a hurry. Tell us the news. Is it true that Lady
Bassett is expected--”
“Oh, that is no news.”
“It is to me.”
“'Tain't no news in our house. Why, we have known it for months.”
This took away the man's breath for a minute.
At last he said, with a great deal of intention:
“Will it be fair or dark?”
“As God pleases.”
“I'll bet you five pounds to one that it is dark.”
Mary shrugged her shoulders contemptuously, as if these speculations
were too childish for her.
“It's my lady you want to talk about, is it? I thought it was to make
me a wedding present.”
He actually put his hand in his pocket and gave her two sovereigns. She
took them with a grim smile.
He presumed on this to question her minutely.
She submitted to the interrogatory.
Only, as the questions were not always delicate, and the answer was
invariably an untruth, it may be as well to pass over the rest of the
dialogue. Suffice it to say that, whenever the girl saw the drift of a
question she lied admirably; and when she did not, still she lied upon
principle: it must be a good thing to deceive the enemy.
Richard Bassett was now perplexed, and saw himself in that very
position which had so galled Lady Bassett six weeks or so before. He
could not make any advantageous move, but was obliged to await events.
All he could do was to spy a little on Lady Bassett, and note how often
she went to the asylum.
After many days' watching he saw something new.
Mr. Angelo was speaking to her with a good deal of warmth, when
suddenly she started from him, and then turned round upon him in a very
commanding attitude, and with prodigious fire. Angelo seemed then to
address her very humbly. But she remained rigid. At last Angelo retired
and left her so; but he was no sooner out of sight than she dropped
into a garden seat, and, taking out her handkerchief, cried a long
time.
“Why doesn't the fool come back?” said Bassett, from his tower of
observation.
He related this incident to Wheeler, and it impressed that worthy more
than all he had ever said before on the same subject. But in a day or
two Wheeler, who was a great gossip, and picked up every thing, came
and told Bassett that the parson was looking out for a curate, and
going to leave his living for a time, on the ground of health. “That is
rather against your theory, Mr. Bassett,” said he.
“Not a bit,” said Bassett. “On the contrary, that is just what these
artful women do who sacrifice virtue but cling all the more to
reputation. I read French novels, my boy.”
“Find 'em instructive?”
“Very. They cut deeper into human nature than our writers dare. Her
turning away her lover _now_ is just the act of what the French call a
masterly woman--_maitresse femme._ She has got rid of him to close the
mouth of scandal; that is her game.”
“Well,” said Wheeler, “you certainly are very ingenious, and so
fortified in your opinions that with you facts are no longer stubborn
things; you can twist them all your way. If he had stayed and buzzed
about her, while her husband was incarcerated, you would have found her
guilty: he goes to Rome and leaves her, and therefore you find her
guilty. You would have made a fine hanging judge in the good old
sanguinary times.”
“I use my eyes, my memory, and my reason. She is a monster of vice and
deceit. Anything is fair against such a woman.”
“I am sorry to hear you say that,” said Wheeler, becoming grave rather
suddenly. “A woman is a woman, and I tell you plainly I have gone
pretty well to the end of my tether with you.”
“Abandon me, then,” said Bassett, doggedly; “I can go alone.”
Wheeler was touched by this, and said, “No, no; I am not the man to
desert a friend; but pray do nothing rash--do nothing without
consulting me.”
Bassett made no reply.
About a week after this, as Lady Bassett was walking sadly in her own
garden, a great Newfoundland dog ran up to her without any warning, and
put his paws almost on her shoulder.
She screamed violently, and more than once.
One or two windows flew open, and among the women who put their heads
out to see what was the matter, Mary Wells was the first.
The owner of the dog instantly whistled, and the sportive animal ran to
him; but Lady Bassett was a good deal scared, and went in holding her
hand to her side. Mary Wells hurried to her assistance, and she cried a
little from nervousness when the young woman came earnestly to her.
“Oh, Mary! he frightened me so. I did not see him coming.”
“Mr. Moss,” said Mary Wells, “here's a villain come and frightened my
lady. Go and shoot his dog, you and your son; and get the grooms, and
fling him in the horse-pond directly.”
“No!” said Lady Bassett, firmly. “You will see that he does not enter
the house, that is all. Should he attempt that, then you will use force
for my protection. Mary, come to my room.”
When they were together alone Lady Bassett put both hands on the girl's
shoulders, and made her turn toward her.
“I think you love me, Mary?” said she, drinking the girl's eyes with
her own.
“Ah! that I do, my lady.”
“Why did you look so pale, and your eyes flash, and why did you incite
those poor men to--It might have led to bloodshed.”
“It would; and that is what I wanted, my lady!”
“Oh, Mary!”
“What, don't you see?”
“No, no; I don't want to think so. It might have been an accident. The
poor dog meant no harm; it was his way of fawning, that was all.”
“The beast meant no harm, but the man did. He is worse than any beast
that ever was born; he is a cruel, cunning, selfish devil; and if I had
been a man he should never have got off alive.”
“But are you sure?”
“Quite. I was upstairs, and saw it all.”
This was not true; she had seen nothing till her mistress screamed.
“Then--anything is fair against such a villain.”
“Of course it is.”
“Let me think.”
She leaned her head upon her hand, and that intelligent face of hers
quite shone with hard thought.
At last, after long and intense thinking, she spoke.
“I'll teach you to be inhuman, Mr. Richard Bassett,” said she, slowly,
and with a strange depth of resolution.
Then Mary Wells and she put their heads together in close discussion;
but now Lady Bassett took the lead, and revealed to her astonished
adviser extraordinary and astounding qualities.
They had driven her to bay, and that is a perilous game to play with
such a woman.
Mary Wells found herself a child compared with her mistress, now that
that lady was driven to put out all her powers.
The conversation lasted about two hours: in that time the whole
campaign was settled.
CHAPTER XXVII.
MARY WELLS by order went down, in a loose morning wrapper her mistress
had given her, and dined in the servants' hall. She was welcomed with a
sort of shout, half ironical; and the chief butler said,
“Glad to see you come back to us, Miss Wells.”
“The same to you, sir,” said Mary, with more pertness than logic;
“which I'm only come to take leave, for to-morrow I go to London, on
business.”
“La! what's the business, I wonder?” inquired a house-maid,
irreverentially.
“Well, my business is not your business, Jane. However, if you want to
know, I'm going to be married.”
“And none too soon,” whispered the kitchen-maid to a footman.
“Speak up, my dear,” said Mary. “There's nothing more vulgarer than
whispering in company.”
“I said, 'What will Bill Drake say to that?'”
“Bill Drake will say he was a goose not to make up his mind quicker.
This will learn him beauty won't wait for no man. If he cries when I am
gone, you lend him your apron to wipe his eyes, and tell him women
can't abide shilly-shallying men.”
“That's a hexcellent sentiment,” said John the footman, “and a solemn
warning it is--”
“To all such as footmen be,” said Mary.
“We writes it in the fly-leaf of our Bibles accordingly,” said John.
“No, my man, write it somewhere where you'll have a chance to read it.”
This caused a laugh; and when it was over, the butler, who did not feel
strong enough to chaff a lady of this caliber, inquired obsequiously
whether he might venture to ask who was the happy stranger to carry off
such a prize.
“A civil question deserves a civil answer, Mr. Wright,” said Mary. “It
is a sea-faring man, the mate of a ship. He have known me a few years
longer than any man in these parts. Whenever he comes home from a
voyage he tells me what he has made, and asks me to marry him. I have
said 'No' so many times I'm sick and tired; so I have said 'Yes' for
once in a way. Changes are lightsome, you know.”
Thus airily did Mary Wells communicate her prospects, and next morning
early was driven to the station; a cart had gone before with her
luggage, which tormented the female servants terribly; for, instead of
the droll little servant's box, covered with paper, she had a large
lady's box, filled with linen and clothes by the liberality of Lady
Bassett, and a covered basket, and an old carpet-bag, with some minor
packages of an unintelligible character. Nor did she make any secret
that she had money in both pockets; indeed, she flaunted some notes
before the groom, and told him none but her lady knew all she had done
for Sir Charles. “But,” said she, “he is grateful, you see, and so is
she.”
She went off in the train, as gay as a lark; but she was no sooner out
of sight than her face changed its whole expression, and she went up to
London very grave and thoughtful.
The traveling carriage was ordered at ten o'clock next day, and packed
as for a journey.
Lady Bassett took her housekeeper with her to the asylum.
She had an interview with Sir Charles, and told him what Mr. Bassett
had done, and the construction Mary Wells had put on it.
Sir Charles turned pale with rage, and said he could no longer play the
patient game. He must bribe a keeper, make his escape, and kill that
villain.
Lady Bassett was alarmed, and calmed it down.
“It was only a servant's construction, and she might be wrong; but it
frightened me terribly; and I fear it is the beginning of a series of
annoyances and encroachments; and I have lost Mr. Angelo; he has gone
to Italy. Even Mary Wells left me this morning to be married. I think I
know a way to turn all this against Mr. Bassett; but I will not say it,
because I want to hear what you advise, dearest.”
Sir Charles did not leave her long in doubt. He said, “There is but one
way; you must leave Huntercombe, and put yourself out of that
miscreant's way until our child is born.”
“That would not grieve me,” said Lady Bassett. “The place is odious to
me, now you are not there. But what would censorious people say?”
“What could they say, except that you obeyed your husband?”
“Is it a command, then, dearest?”
“It is a command; and, although you are free, and I am a
prisoner--although you are still an ornament to society, and I pass for
an outcast, still I expect you to obey me when I assume a husband's
authority. I have not taken the command of you quite so much as you
used to say I must; but on this occasion I do. You will leave
Huntercombe, and avoid that caitiff until our child is born.”
“That ends all discussion,” said Lady Bassett. “Oh, Charles, my only