but,
Emmy
,
there
was
no
getting
at
this
paradise
,
except
by
struggling
through
a
couple
of
miles
of
raging
foam
,
that
would
have
made
mince-meat
of
the
Spanish
Armada
,
and
have
smashed
Sir
William
Elphinston
to
pieces
.
How
,
then
,
did
we
manage
to
survive
it
?
for
,
thank
God
always
,
here
I
am
to
tell
the
tale
.
Listen
,
Emmy
dear
,
and
I
will
try
not
to
be
tedious
.
"
We
were
bundled
out
of
the
rolling
ship
into
some
huge
flat-bottomed
boats
,
like
coal-barges
,
and
even
so
,
were
grated
and
ground
several
times
by
the
churning
waves
on
the
ragged
reefs
beneath
us
:
and
,
just
as
I
was
enjoying
the
see-saw
,
and
trying
to
comfort
two
poor
drenched
women-kind
who
were
terribly
afraid
of
sharks
,
a
huge
,
cream-coloured
breaker
came
bustling
alongside
of
us
,
and
roaring
out
'
Charles
Tracy
,
'
gobbled
me
up
bodily
.
Well
,
dearest
,
it
was
n't
the
first
time
I
had
floundered
in
the
waters
[
noble
Charles
!
noble
Charles
!
he
had
long
forgiven
Julian
]
;
so
I
was
battling
on
as
well
as
I
could
,
with
a
stout
heart
and
a
steady
arm
,
when
—
do
n't
be
afraid
—
a
Catamaran
caught
me
!
If
you
have
n't
fainted
(
bless
those
pretty
eyes
of
your
's
,
my
Emmy
!
)
read
on
;
and
you
will
find
that
this
alarming
sort
of
animal
is
neither
an
albatross
nor
an
alligator
,
but
simply
—
a
life-boat
with
a
Triton
in
the
stern
.
Yes
,
God
's
messenger
of
life
to
me
and
happiness
to
you
,
my
girl
,
came
in
the
shape
of
a
kindly
,
chattering
,
blue-skinned
,
human
creature
,
who
dragged
me
out
of
the
surf
,
landed
me
safely
,
and
,
I
need
not
say
,
got
paid
with
more
than
hearty
thanks
.
So
,
I
scuffled
to
the
custom-house
to
look
after
my
traps
and
fellow-passengers
,
like
a
dripping
merman
.
"
'
Who
is
that
miserable
old
woman
,
bothering
every
body
?
'
asked
I
of
a
very
civil
searcher
,
profuse
in
his
salaams
.
"
'
Oh
,
Sahib
,
you
will
know
for
yourself
,
presently
:
she
's
always
hanging
about
here
,
to
get
news
of
somebody
in
England
,
I
believe
—
and
to
try
to
find
a
charitable
captain
who
will
take
her
all
the
way
for
nothing
:
rather
too
much
of
a
good
thing
,
you
know
,
Sahib
.
'
[
We
really
cannot
undertake
to
scribble
broken
English
:
so
we
will
translate
any
thing
that
may
mysteriously
have
been
chatted
by
havildars
,
and
coolies
;
and
all
manner
of
strange
names
.
]
"
'
Poor
old
soul
—
she
looks
very
wretched
:
what
's
her
name
?
'
asked
I
,
carelessly
.
"
'
Oh
,
I
never
troubled
to
inquire
,
Sahib
:
I
believe
she
was
an
old
servant
left
behind
as
lumber
,
and
she
pesters
every
one
,
day
by
day
,
about
some
'
bonnie
bonnie
bairn
.
'
'
"
In
a
moment
,
Emmy
,
I
had
seized
on
dear
nurse
Mackie
!
"
Very
old
,
very
deaf
,
very
infirm
—
she
fancied
I
was
driving
her
away
,
as
many
others
might
have
done
;
and
,
with
a
truly
piteous
face
,
pleaded
—
"
'
Gude
sir
,
have
mercy
on
a
puir
auld
soul
—
and
let
her
ask
for
her
sweet
young
mistress
,
only
once
,
sir
—
only
once
more
.
'
"
'
Emily
Warren
?
'
said
I
.
"
Her
wrinkled
face
brightened
over
as
with
glory
—
and
she
answered
—
"
'
Bless
the
mouth
that
spake
it
,
and
these
ears
that
hear
her
name
!
yes
—
yes
—
yes
—
they
call
her
so
;
where
is
she
?
how
is
she
?
have
you
seen
her
?
is
she
yet
alive
?
'
"
Leading
away
the
affectionate
old
soul
from
the
crowd
that
was
collecting
round
us
,
I
left
orders
about
luggage
as
a
traveller
should
,
and
then
told
her
all
I
knew
:
and
I
know
you
pretty
well
,
I
think
,
my
Emmy
.
"
Her
joy
was
like
a
mad
woman
's
:
the
dear
old
Hecate
pranced
,
and
danced
,
and
sung
,
and
shouted
like
nothing
but
a
mother
when
she
finds
her
long-lost
child
:
not
that
she
's
your
mother
,
Emmy
dear
.
No
—
no
—
matters
are
better
than
that
:
all
she
vouchsafes
,
though
,
to
tell
me
is
,
that
you
are
a
lady
born
and
bred
,
and
—
for
I
cannot
find
the
words
to
inform
your
pure
mind
clearer
—
that
'
you
are
not
what
he
thinks
you
.
'
"
[
Here
followeth
another
twinkling
universe
of
stars
;
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
and
thereafter
our
cavalier
condescendeth
again
to
matters
of
fact
.
]
"
Nurse
Mackie
of
course
comes
back
with
me
next
packet
;
this
letter
goes
by
the
overland
mail
more
quickly
than
we
can
;
gladly
would
I
go
too
,
but
the
old
woman
,
whose
life
is
essential
to
your
rights
,
would
die
of
fatigue
by
the
way
;
as
it
is
,
I
am
obliged
to
coddle
her
,
and
feed
her
,
and
ptisan
her
,
like
a
sick
baby
,
bless
her
dear
old
heart
that
loves
my
darling
Emmy
!
She
has
a
pack
of
papers
with
her
,
which
she
will
not
open
,
till
the
general
is
by
her
side
:
if
she
unfortunately
dies
before
we
can
return
,
I
am
to
have
them
,
and
all
will
be
right
.
But
the
old
soul
is
so
afraid
of
being
left
behind
(
as
you
throw
away
the
orange-peel
after
you
have
squeezed
it
)
,
that
she
will
not
tell
me
a
word
about
them
yet
;
so
,
I
only
gather
what
I
can
from
her
cautious
garrulity
,
hints
about
a
Begum
and
a
captain
,
and
the
Stuarts
,
and
a
Putty-what-d'ye-call-it
.
And
it
is
all
in
document
,
as
well
as
viva-voce
(
this
means
'
gossip
,
'
dear
)
.
So
now
you
may
be
expecting
us
,
as
soon
as
ever
we
can
get
to
you
.
Tell
the
general
all
this
,
and
give
him
my
best
love
,
next
after
your
's
Emmy
;
for
he
is
my
father
still
,
and
my
very
heart
yearns
after
him
:
O
,
that
he
were
kinder
with
me
as
I
see
he
is
with
you
,
dear
,
and
more
open
with
us
all
!
Also
,
kiss
,
if
she
will
let
you
,
my
mother
for
me
,
and
I
hope
you
will
have
hinted
to
her
long
ago
,
that
I
am
only
playing
truant
.
How
is
poor
—
poor
Julian
?
he
will
understand
me
,
if
you
tell
him
I
forgive
him
,
and
will
never
say
one
word
about
our
little
tiff
.
And
now
dearest
Emmy
—
"
[
The
remainder
of
this
letter
must
,
believe
me
,
be
as
starry
as
before
.
]
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
*
CHAPTER
XXII
.
REVELATIONS
.
General
Tracy
gave
a
long-drawn
sigh
:
and
tears
—
tears
of
true
affection
—
stood
in
those
most
fish-like
eyes
,
as
he
mournfully
said
,
"
Bless
him
,
bless
dear
Charles
,
almost
as
much
as
you
,
my
own
sweet
Emmy
.
Heaven
send
it
be
true
—
for
Heaven
can
work
miracles
.
But
without
a
miracle
,
Emily
,
in
sober
sadness
I
declare
it
,
you
must
forget
—
your
brother
Charles
,
my
daughter
!
"
Emily
fell
flat
upon
her
face
,
so
cold
,
so
white
,
that
he
believed
her
dead
.
Oh
!
that
he
had
never
—
never
said
that
word
:
or
better
still
,
poor
father
,
that
you
had
never
kept
the
dreadful
secret
from
them
.
The
adultery
,
indeed
,
was
sin
;
but
years
of
ill-concealings
have
multiplied
its
punishment
.
Wretched
father
—
wretched
children
!
that
must
bear
an
erring
father
's
curse
.
Oh
!
that
Jeanie
Mackie
may
have
reasons
,
proofs
;
and
be
not
an
impostor
after
all
,
dressing
up
a
tale
that
over-sanguine
Charles
may
bring
her
back
again
to
Scotland
.
Well
—
well
!
I
am
full
of
sadness
and
perplexities
:
but
we
shall
hear
it
out
anon
.
Heaven
help
them
!
Emily
was
taken
very
ill
,
and
had
a
long
fit
of
sickness
.
Day
and
night
—
night
and
day
,
did
her
poor
wasting
anxious
father
watch
by
her
bed-side
,
gentle
as
the
gentlest
nurse
—
tender
as
the
tenderest
of
mothers
.
And
,
indeed
,
the
Lord
of
Life
and
Wisdom
was
gracious
to
them
both
;
raising
up
the
poor
weak
child
again
;
and
teaching
that
old
man
,
through
this
daughter
of
his
shame
and
sin
in
youth
,
that
religion
is
a
cure
for
all
things
.
Ay
,
"
the
blessed
angel
of
a
bad
man
's
life
,
"
indeed
—
indeed
was
she
;
and
he
humbly
knelt
,
as
little
children
kneel
,
that
hard
and
dried
old
man
;
and
his
eyes
caught
the
ray
of
Heaven
's
mercy
,
looking
up
in
joy
to
read
forgiveness
;
and
his
heart
was
bathed
in
penitence
—
the
rock
flowed
out
amain
;
and
his
mind
was
quickened
into
faith
—
he
lived
,
he
breathed
"
a
new-born
babe
,
"
that
poor
and
bad
old
man
,
given
to
the
prayers
of
his
own
daughter
!
All
this
while
,
Mrs.
Tracy
,
thrown
upon
her
own
resources
,
has
been
continually
tasting
dear
Julian
's
store
,
and
finding
out
excuses
for
his
trivial
peccadilloes
.
And
when
,
from
the
recesses
of
his
desk
,
she
had
routed
out
(
in
company
with
sundry
more
,
rather
contrasting
with
a
mother
's
pure
advice
)
a
few
of
her
own
letters
,
which
had
not
yet
been
destroyed
,
she
would
doat
by
the
hour
on
these
proofs
of
his
affection
.
And
then
,
her
spirits
were
so
low
;
and
his
choice
smuggled
Hollands
so
requisite
to
screw
them
up
to
par
again
;
and
no
sooner
had
they
rallied
,
than
they
would
once
more
begin
to
droop
;
so
she
cried
a
good
deal
,
and
kept
her
bed
;
and
very
often
did
not
remember
exactly
,
whether
she
was
lying
down
there
,
or
figuring
on
the
Esplanade
with
Julian
,
and
—
all
that
sort
of
thing
:
accordingly
,
it
is
not
to
be
wondered
at
if
,
in
Aunt
Green
's
double-house
,
the
general
and
Emily
saw
very
little
of
her
,
and
during
all
this
illness
,
had
almost
forgotten
her
existence
.
Nevertheless
,
she
was
alive
still
,
and
as
vast
as
ever
—
though
a
course
of
strong
waters
had
shattered
her
nerves
considerably
;
even
more
so
,
than
her
real
mother
's
grief
at
Julian
's
protracted
absence
.
Never
had
he
been
heard
of
since
he
left
,
hard
heart
;
though
he
might
have
guessed
a
mother
's
sorrow
,
and
was
not
far
away
,
and
often
lingered
near
the
house
in
strange
disguises
.
It
would
have
been
easy
for
him
,
in
some
clever
way
or
other
,
latch-key
and
all
,
to
have
gained
access
to
her
,
and
comforted
her
,
and
given
her
some
real
proof
,
that
all
the
love
she
had
shed
on
him
had
not
been
utterly
thrown
away
;
but
he
did
n't
—
he
did
n't
;
and
I
know
not
of
a
darker
trait
in
Julian
's
whole
career
;
he
was
insensible
to
love
—
a
mother
's
love
.
For
love
is
the
weapon
which
Omnipotence
reserved
to
conquer
rebel
man
;
when
all
the
rest
had
failed
.
Reason
he
parries
;
Fear
he
answers
blow
to
blow
;
future
interest
he
meets
with
present
pleasure
;
but
Love
,
that
sun
against
whose
melting
beams
the
Winter
cannot
stand
,
that
soft-subduing
slumber
which
wrestles
down
the
giant
,
there
is
not
one
human
creature
in
a
million
—
not
a
thousand
men
in
all
earth
's
huge
quintillion
,
whose
clay-heart
is
hardened
against
love
.
Yet
was
Julian
one
of
those
select
ones
;
an
awful
instance
of
that
possible
,
that
actual
,
though
happily
that
scarcest
of
all
characters
,
a
man
,
"
Black
,
with
no
virtue
,
and
a
thousand
crimes
.
"
The
amiable
villain
—
one
whose
generosity
redeems
his
guilt
,
whose
kindliness
outweighs
his
folly
,
or
whose
beauty
charms
the
eye
to
overlook
his
baseness
—
this
too
common
hero
is
an
object
,
an
example
fraught
with
perilous
interest
.
Charles
Duval
,
the
polite
;
Paul
Clifford
,
the
handsome
;
Richard
Turpin
,
brave
and
true
;
Jack
Sheppard
,
no
ignoble
mind
and
loving
still
his
mother
;
these
,
and
such
as
these
,
with
Schiller
's
'
Robbers
'
and
the
like
,
are
dangerous
to
gaze
on
,
as
Germany
,
if
not
England
too
,
remembers
well
.
But
,
not
more
true
to
life
,
though
far
less
common
to
be
met
with
,
is
Julian
's
incorrigible
mind
:
one
,
in
whose
life
are
no
white
days
;
one
,
on
whose
heart
are
no
bright
spots
;
when
Heaven
's
pity
spoke
to
him
,
he
ridiculed
;
as
,
when
His
threatenings
thundered
,
he
defied
.
Of
this
world
only
,
and
tending
to
a
worse
appetite
was
all
he
lived
for
:
and
the
core
of
appetite
is
iron
selfishness
.
The
filched
cash-box
proved
to
be
too
well-filled
for
him
to
trouble
himself
with
thinking
of
his
mother
yet
awhile
:
and
his
smuggling
acquaintances
,
a
rough-featured
,
blasphemous
crew
,
set
him
as
their
chief
,
so
long
as
he
swore
loudest
,
drank
deepest
,
and
had
money
at
command
.
He
hid
the
money
,
that
they
should
not
secretly
steal
from
him
that
to
which
he
owed
his
bad
supremacy
;
and
his
double-barrels
,
shotted
to
the
muzzle
,
were
far
too
formidable
for
any
hope
of
getting
at
it
by
open
brute
force
.
Nevertheless
,
they
were
"
fine
high-spirited
"
fellows
those
,
bold
,
dark
men
,
of
Julian
's
own
kidney
;
who
toasted
in
their
cups
each
other
's
crimes
,
and
the
ghost
or
two
that
ought
to
have
been
haunting
them
.
CHAPTER
XXIII
.
CONVALESCENCE
.
Very
slowly
did
Emily
recover
,
for
the
blow
had
been
more
than
she
could
bear
:
nothing
but
religion
gave
her
any
chance
at
all
:
and
the
phials
,
blisterings
,
bleedings
,
would
have
been
in
vain
,
in
vain
—
she
must
have
died
long
ago
—
had
it
not
been
for
the
remembrance
of
God
's
love
,
resignation
to
His
will
,
and
trust
in
the
wisdom
of
his
Providence
.
But
these
specific
remedies
gradually
brought
her
round
,
while
the
kind-eyed
doctors
praised
their
own
prescriptions
:
and
after
many
rallyings
and
relapses
,
delirious
ramblings
,
and
intervals
of
hallowed
Christian
peace
,
the
eye
of
Love
's
meek
martyr
brightened
up
once
more
,
and
health
flushed
again
upon
her
cheek
.
She
recovered
,
God
be
praised
!
for
her
death
would
have
been
poor
Charles
's
too
;
and
the
same
grave
that
yawned
for
her
and
him
would
have
closed
upon
their
father
also
.
Even
as
it
was
,
when
she
arose
from
off
the
weary
bed
of
sickness
,
it
was
to
be
a
nurse
herself
,
and
watch
beside
that
patient
,
weak
old
man
.
He
could
not
bear
her
out
of
his
sight
all
the
fever
through
;
but
eagerly
would
listen
to
her
hymns
and
prayers
,
joining
in
them
faintly
like
a
dying
saint
.
With
the
saddening
secret
,
which
had
so
long
pressed
upon
his
mind
,
he
seemed
to
have
thrown
off
his
old
nature
,
as
a
cast
skin
:
and
now
he
was
all
frankness
for
reserve
,
all
piety
for
profaneness
,
all
peacefulness
for
blusterings
and
wrath
.
He
remembered
then
poor
Julian
and
his
mother
:
taking
blame
to
himself
,
justly
,
deeply
,
for
neglected
duties
,
chilling
lack
of
sympathy
,
and
that
dull
domestic
sin
,
that
still
continued
evil
of
unnatural
omissions
—
stern
reserve
.
And
he
would
gladly
have
seen
Julian
by
his
bedside
,
to
have
freely
forgiven
the
lad
,
and
welcomed
him
home
again
,
and
begun
once
more
,
in
openness
and
charity
,
all
things
fair
and
new
:
but
Julian
was
not
to
be
found
,
though
rewards
were
offered
,
and
placards
posted
up
,
and
emissaries
from
the
Detective
Police-force
sought
him
far
and
wide
.
Alas
!
the
bold
bad
man
had
heard
with
scorn
of
his
father
's
penitence
,
and
knew
that
he
would
gladly
have
received
him
;
—
but
what
cared
he
for
kindnesses
or
pardons
?
He
only
lived
to
waylay
Emily
.
As
for
Mrs.
Tracy
,
she
was
seldom
in
a
state
to
appear
;
but
one
day
she
managed
to
refrain
a
little
,
and
came
to
see
her
husband
,
almost
sober
.
I
was
,
authorially
speaking
,
behind
the
door
,
and
saw
and
heard
as
follows
:
The
old
man
,
worn
and
emaciate
,
was
weakly
sitting
up
in
bed
,
and
Emma
by
his
side
,
with
the
Bible
in
her
lap
:
she
casually
shut
it
as
the
mother
entered
.
"
Well
,
Miss
Warren
,
there
's
a
time
for
all
things
;
but
this
is
neither
morning
,
noon
,
nor
night
:
nor
Sunday
either
,
nor
holiday
,
that
I
know
of
;
it
's
eleven
o'clock
on
Tuesday
,
Miss
—
and
I
think
you
might
as
well
leave
the
general
at
peace
,
without
troubling
him
for
ever
with
your
prayer-books
and
your
Bibles
.
"
"
Jane
,
my
dear
,
I
requested
it
of
Emily
;
come
and
sit
by
me
,
and
take
my
hand
,
wife
.
"
"
Thank
you
,
sir
,
you
are
very
obliging
:
not
while
that
young
woman
is
in
the
room
.
—
You
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
yourself
,
General
Tracy
.
"
Poor
Emmy
ran
away
to
weep
.
It
seems
that
,
in
her
delirium
,
she
had
spoken
many
things
,
and
the
servants
blabbed
them
out
to
Mrs.
Tracy
.
"
Ah
,
my
poor
wife
,
indeed
I
am
:
both
ashamed
and
sorry
—
heartily
sorry
.
But
God
forgives
me
,
Jenny
,
and
I
hope
that
you
will
too
.
"
"
Upon
,
my
word
,
general
,
you
carry
it
off
with
a
high
hand
:
and
,
not
content
,
sir
,
with
insulting
me
in
my
own
home
by
bringing
here
your
other
women
's
children
,
you
have
expelled
poor
dear
,
dear
Julian
.
"
"
Jane
,
if
you
will
remember
,
he
ran
away
himself
;
and
you
know
that
now
I
gladly
would
receive
him
:
we
are
all
prodigal
sons
together
,
and
if
God
can
bear
with
us
,
Jane
,
we
ought
to
look
kindly
on
each
other
.
"
"
Ha
!
that
's
always
the
way
with
old
sinners
like
you
—
canting
hypocrites
!
Be
a
man
,
General
Tracy
,
if
you
can
,
and
talk
sense
.
I
never
did
any
harm
or
sin
in
all
my
life
yet
,
and
do
n't
intend
to
:
and
my
poor
boy
Julian
's
well
enough
,
if
they
'd
only
let
him
alone
;
but
nobody
understands
his
heart
but
me
.
Good
boy
,
I
'm
sure
there
's
virtue
enough
left
in
him
,
if
he
loves
his
mother
.
"
—
If
he
loves
his
mother
.
"
Jane
,
dear
,
I
sent
for
you
to
kiss
you
;
for
I
could
not
die
in
peace
,
nor
live
in
peace
(
whichever
God
may
please
)
,
without
your
pardon
,
Jane
,
for
a
thousand
unkindnesses
—
but
,
especially
for
the
sin
that
gave
me
Emily
.
Forgive
me
this
,
my
wife
.
"
"
Never
,
sir
!
"
rejoined
that
miserable
mind
;
and
fancied
that
she
was
acting
virtuously
.
She
thrust
aside
the
kindly
proffered
hand
;
scowled
at
him
with
darkened
brow
;
drew
up
her
commanding
height
;
and
,
calling
Mrs.
Siddons
to
remembrance
,
brushed
away
in
the
indignant
attitude
of
a
tragedy
queen
.
Emmy
ran
again
to
her
father
,
and
the
vain
bad
mother
to
her
bottle
;
we
must
leave
them
to
their
various
avocations
.
CHAPTER
XXIV
.
CHARLES
DELAYED
.
Few
things
could
well
be
more
unlikely
than
that
Emily
should
hear
of
Charles
again
before
she
saw
him
:
for
,
having
left
Madras
as
speedily
as
might
be
,
now
that
his
mission
was
so
easily
,
yet
so
naturally
,
accomplished
—
having
posted
,
as
we
know
,
his
overland
letter
—
and
having
got
on
board
the
fast-sailing
ship
Samarang
,
Captain
Trueman
,
Charles
,
in
the
probable
course
of
things
,
if
he
wrote
at
all
,
must
have
been
his
own
postman
.
But
the
Fates
—
(
our
Christianity
can
afford
to
wink
now
and
then
at
Clotho
,
Lachesis
,
and
Atropos
;
for
,
at
any
rate
,
they
are
as
reasonable
creatures
as
Chance
,
Luck
,
and
Accident
,
)
—
the
Fates
willed
it
otherwise
:
and
,
accordingly
,
it
is
in
my
power
to
lay
before
the
reader
another
genuine
lucubration
of
Charles
Tracy
.
A
change
had
come
over
the
spirit
of
their
dream
,
those
youthful
lovers
:
and
agonizing
doubt
must
rack
their
hearts
,
threatening
to
rend
them
both
asunder
.
It
is
evident
to
me
that
Charles
's
letter
(
which
Emily
showed
to
me
with
a
melancholy
face
)
was
on
principle
less
warm
,
less
dottable
with
stars
,
and
more
conversant
with
things
of
this
world
;
high
,
firm
,
honourable
principle
;
intending
very
gently
,
very
gradually
,
to
wean
her
from
him
,
if
he
could
;
for
his
faith
in
Jeanie
Mackie
had
been
shaken
,
and
—
but
let
us
hear
him
tell
us
of
it
all
himself
.
"
I.E.M.
Samarang
.
St.
Helena
.
"
You
will
wonder
,
my
dear
Emily
,
to
hear
again
before
you
see
me
:
but
I
am
glad
of
this
providential
opportunity
,
as
it
may
serve
to
prepare
us
both
.
Naturally
enough
you
will
ask
,
why
Charles
cannot
accompany
this
letter
?
I
will
tell
you
,
dear
,
in
one
word
—
Mrs.
Mackie
is
now
lying
very
ill
on
shore
;
and
,
as
far
as
our
poor
ship
is
concerned
,
you
shall
hear
about
it
all
anon
.
Several
of
the
passengers
,
who
were
in
a
hurry
to
get
home
,
have
left
us
,
and
gone
in
the
packet-boat
that
takes
you
this
letter
:
gladly
,
as
you
know
,
would
I
have
accompanied
them
,
for
I
long
to
see
you
,
poor
dear
girl
;
but
it
was
impossible
to
leave
the
old
woman
,
upon
whom
alone
,
under
God
,
our
hopes
of
earthly
happiness
depend
:
if
,
alas
!
we
still
can
dream
about
such
hopes
.
"
Oh
,
Emily
—
I
heartily
wish
that
,
having
finished
my
embassage
by
that
instantaneous
finding
of
the
old
Scotch
nurse
,
I
had
never
been
so
superfluous
as
to
have
left
those
letters
of
introduction
,
wherewith
you
kindly
supplied
me
,
in
an
innocent
wish
to
help
our
cause
.
But
I
felt
solitary
too
,
waiting
at
Madras
for
the
next
ship
to
England
;
and
in
my
folly
,
forgetful
of
the
single
aim
with
which
I
had
come
,
Jeanie
Mackie
,
to
wit
,
I
thought
I
might
as
well
use
my
present
opportunities
,
and
see
what
I
could
of
the
place
and
its
inhabitants
.
"
With
that
view
,
I
left
my
letters
at
Government
House
,
at
Mr.
Clarkson
's
,
Colonel
Bunting
's
,
Mrs.
Castleton
's
,
and
elsewhere
,
according
to
direction
;
and
immediately
found
answer
in
a
crowd
of
invitations
.
I
need
not
vex
you
nor
myself
,
Emmy
,
writing
as
I
do
with
a
heavy
,
heavy
heart
,
by
describing
gayeties
in
which
I
felt
no
pleasure
,
even
when
amongst
them
,
for
my
Emmy
was
not
there
:
splendour
,
prodigality
,
and
red-hot
rooms
,
only
made
endurable
by
perpetually
fanning
punkahs
:
pompous
counsellors
,
authorities
,
and
other
men
in
office
,
and
a
glut
of
military
uniforms
:
vulgar
wealth
,
transparent
match-making
,
and
predominating
dullness
:
along
with
some
few
of
the
charities
and
kindnesses
of
life
(
Mrs.
Bunting
,
in
particular
,
is
an
amiable
,
motherly
,
good-hearted
woman
)
,
all
these
you
will
readily
fancy
for
yourself
.
"
My
trouble
is
deeper
than
any
thing
so
slight
as
the
common
satiations
of
ennui
:
for
I
have
heard
in
these
circles
in
which
your
—
my
—
the
general
,
I
mean
,
chiefly
mixed
,
so
much
of
that
ill-rumour
that
it
cannot
all
be
false
:
they
knew
it
all
,
and
were
certain
of
it
all
,
too
well
,
Emily
,
dear
.
And
I
have
been
pestering
Nurse
Mackie
night
and
day
;
but
the
old
woman
is
so
afraid
of
being
left
behind
any
where
,
or
thrown
overboard
,
or
dropped
,
upon
some
desert
rock
,
that
she
is
quite
cross
,
and
wo
n't
say
a
single
word
in
answer
,
even
when
I
tell
her
all
these
terrible
tales
.
Her
resolution
is
,
not
to
reveal
one
syllable
more
,
until
she
sets
foot
on
England
;
and
several
people
at
Madras
annoyed
me
exceedingly
by
saying
,
that
this
kind
of
thing
is
an
old
trick
with
people
who
wish
to
be
sent
home
again
.
She
has
hidden
away
her
papers
somewhere
;
not
that
I
was
going
to
steal
them
:
but
it
shows
how
little
trust
she
puts
in
any
thing
,
or
any
one
,
except
the
keeping
of
her
own
secret
.
However
,
she
does
adhere
obstinately
,
and
hopefully
for
us
,
to
her
original
hint
,
'
you
are
not
what
he
thinks
you
;
'
although
she
will
not
condescend
to
any
single
proof
,
or
explanation
,
against
the
mighty
mass
of
evidence
,
which
probabilities
,
and
common
rumour
,
and
the
general
's
own
belief
,
have
heaped
together
.
When
I
call
you
Emmy
,
too
—
the
old
soul
,
in
her
broad
Scotch
way
,
always
corrects
me
,
and
invokes
a
blessing
upon
'
A-amy
:
'
so
there
is
a
mystery
somewhere
:
at
least
,
I
fervently
hope
there
is
:
and
,
if
the
old
woman
has
been
playing
us
false
,
let
us
resign
ourselves
to
God
,
my
girl
;
for
our
fate
will
be
that
matters
are
as
people
say
they
are
—
and
then
my
old
black
postscript
ends
too
truly
with
a
wo
,
wo
,
wo
—
!
"
But
I
must
shake
off
all
this
lethargy
of
gloom
,
dearest
,
dearest
girl
—
how
can
I
dare
to
call
you
so
?
Let
me
,
therefore
,
rush
for
comfort
into
other
thoughts
;
and
tell
you
at
once
of
the
fearful
dangers
we
have
now
mercifully
escaped
;
for
the
Samarang
lies
like
a
log
in
this
friendly
port
,
dismasted
,
and
next
to
a
wreck
.
"
I
proceed
to
show
you
about
it
;
perhaps
I
shall
be
tedious
—
but
I
do
it
as
a
little
rest
,
my
own
soul
's
love
,
from
anxious
,
earnest
,
heart-distracting
prayers
continually
,
continually
,
that
the
sorrow
which
I
spoke
of
be
not
true
.
Sometimes
,
a
light
breaks
in
,
and
I
rejoice
in
the
most
sanguine
hope
:
at
others
,
gloom
—
"
But
a
truce
to
all
this
,
I
say
.
Here
shall
follow
didactically
the
cause
why
the
good
ship
Samarang
is
not
by
this
time
in
the
Docks
.
"
We
were
lying
somewhere
about
the
tropical
belt
,
Capricorn
you
know
,
(
O
,
those
tender
lessons
in
geography
,
my
Emmy
!
)
quite
becalmed
;
the
sea
like
glass
,
and
the
sky
like
brass
,
and
the
air
in
a
most
stagnant
heat
:
our
good
ship
motionless
,
dead
in
a
dead
blue
sea
it
was
'
Idle
as
a
painted
ship
upon
a
painted
ocean
.
'
"
The
sails
were
hanging
loosely
in
the
shrouds
:
every
one
set
,
from
sky-scraper
to
stud-sail
,
in
hopes
to
catch
a
breath
of
wind
.
My
fellow-passengers
and
the
crew
,
almost
melted
,
were
lying
about
,
as
weak
as
parboiled
eels
:
it
was
high-noon
,
all
things
silent
and
subdued
by
that
intolerable
blaze
;
for
the
vertical
sun
,
over
our
multiplied
awnings
and
umbrellas
,
burnt
us
up
,
fierce
as
a
furnace
.
"
I
was
leaning
over
the
gangway
,
looking
wistfully
at
the
cool
,
clear
,
deep
sea
,
wherefrom
the
sailors
were
trying
to
persuade
a
shark
to
come
on
board
us
,
when
,
all
at
once
,
in
the
south-east
quarter
,
I
noticed
a
little
round
black
cloud
,
thrown
up
from
the
horizon
like
a
cricket-ball
.
As
any
thing
is
attractive
in
such
sameness
as
perpetual
sea
and
sky
,
my
discovery
was
soon
made
known
,
and
among
the
first
to
our
captain
.
"
Calling
for
his
Dolland
,
and
bidding
his
second
lieutenant
run
quick
to
the
cabin
and
look
at
the
barometer
,
he
viewed
the
little
cloud
in
evident
anxiety
,
and
shook
his
head
with
a
solemn
air
:
more
than
one
light-hearted
woman
thinking
he
was
quizzing
them
.
"
Up
came
Lieutenant
Joyce
,
looking
as
if
he
had
seen
a
ghost
in
the
cabin
.
"
'
The
mercury
,
sir
,
is
falling
just
as
rapidly
as
it
would
rise
if
you
plunged
it
into
boiling
water
:
an
inch
a
minute
or
so
!
"
"
Our
captain
saw
the
danger
instantly
,
and
,
brave
as
Trueman
is
,
I
never
saw
a
man
look
paler
.
"
To
drive
all
the
passengers
below
,
and
pen
them
in
with
closed
hatches
and
storm-shutters
,
(
so
hot
,
Emmy
,
that
the
black-hole
of
Calcutta
must
have
been
an
ice-house
to
it
:
how
the
foolish
people
abused
our
wise
skipper
,
and
more
than
one
pompous
old
Indian
threatened
him
with
an
action
for
false
imprisonment
!
)
this
huddling
away
was
the
first
effort
;
and
simultaneously
with
it
,
the
crew
were
all
over
the
rigging
,
furling
sails
,
hurriedly
,
hurriedly
.
"
Meanwhile
(
for
I
was
last
on
deck
)
,
that
little
cloud
seemed
whirling
within
itself
,
and
many
others
gathered
round
it
,
all
dancing
about
on
the
horizon
,
as
if
sheaves
of
mischief
tossed
about
by
devils
:
I
do
n't
wish
to
be
poetical
,
Emmy
,
for
my
heart
is
very
,
very
sad
;
but
if
ever
the
powers
of
the
air
sow
the
wind
and
reap
the
whirlwind
,
they
were
gathering
in
their
harvest
at
that
door
.
Underneath
the
skipping
clouds
,
which
came
on
quickly
,
leaping
over
each
other
,
as
when
the
wain
is
loaded
by
a
score
of
hands
,
I
noticed
a
sea
approaching
,
such
as
Pharaoh
must
have
seen
,
when
the
wall
of
waters
fell
upon
him
;
and
premonitory
winds
came
whistling
by
,
and
two
or
three
sails
were
flapping
in
them
still
,
and
I
was
hurried
down
stairs
after
all
the
rest
of
us
.
"
Then
,
on
a
sudden
,
it
appeared
not
winds
,
nor
waves
,
nor
thunder
,
but
as
if
the
squadroned
cavalry
of
heaven
had
charged
across
the
seas
,
and
crushed
our
battered
ship
beneath
their
horse-hoofs
!
We
were
flung
down
flat
on
our
beam
ends
;
and
the
two
or
three
unfurled
sails
,
bursting
with
the
noise
of
a
cannon
,
were
scattered
miles
away
to
lee-ward
as
if
they
had
been
paper
.
As
for
the
poor
fellows
in
the
rigging
,
the
spirit
of
the
storm
had
already
made
them
his
:
twenty
of
our
men
were
swept
away
by
that
tornado
.
"
Then
there
was
hewing
and
cleaving
on
deck
,
the
clatter
of
many
axes
and
hatchets
:
for
we
were
in
imminent
danger
of
being
capsized
,
keel
uppermost
,
and
our
only
chance
was
to
cut
away
the
masts
.
"
The
muscles
of
courage
were
tried
then
,
my
Emmy
,
and
the
strength
which
religion
gives
a
man
.
I
felt
sensibly
held
up
by
the
Everlasting
Arms
:
I
could
listen
to
the
still
small
Voice
in
the
midst
of
a
crash
which
might
have
been
the
end
of
all
things
:
though
in
darkness
,
God
had
given
me
light
;
though
in
uttermost
peril
,
my
peace
was
never
calmer
in
our
little
village
school
.
"
And
the
billows
were
knocking
at
the
poor
ship
's
side
like
sledge
hammers
;
and
the
lightnings
fell
around
us
scorchingly
,
with
forked
bolts
,
as
arrows
from
the
hand
of
a
giant
;
the
thunders
overhead
,
close
overhead
,
crashing
from
a
concave
cloud
that
hung
about
us
heavily
—
a
dense
,
black
,
suffocating
curtain
—
roared
and
raved
as
nothing
earthly
can
,
but
thunder
in
the
tropics
;
the
rain
was
as
a
cataract
,
literally
rushing
in
a
mass
:
the
winds
appeared
not
winds
,
nor
whirlwinds
,
but
legions
of
emancipated
demons
shrieking
horribly
,
and
flapping
their
wide
wings
;
a
flock
of
night-birds
flying
from
the
dawn
;
and
all
else
was
darkness
,
confusion
,
rolling
and
rocking
about
,
the
screams
of
women
,
the
shouts
of
men
,
curses
and
prayers
,
agony
,
despair
,
and
—
peace
,
deep
peace
.
"
On
a
sudden
,
to
our
great
astonishment
,
all
was
silent
again
,
oppressively
silent
;
and
,
but
for
the
swell
upon
the
seas
,
all
still
.
The
tornado
had
rushed
by
:
that
troop
of
Tartar
horse
,
having
sacked
the
village
,
are
departed
,
now
in
full
retreat
:
the
blackness
and
the
fury
are
beheld
on
our
lee
,
hastening
across
the
broad
Atlantic
to
Cuba
or
Jamaica
:
and
behold
,
a
tranquil
temperate
sky
,
a
kindly
rolling
sea
,
a
favouring
breeze
,
and
—
not
a
sail
,
but
some
slight
jury-rig
,
to
catch
it
.
"
Many
days
we
drifted
like
a
log
upon
the
wave
;
provisions
running
short
,
and
water
—
water
under
tropical
suns
—
scantily
dealt
out
in
tea-cups
.
Then
,
poor
old
Mackie
's
health
gave
way
;
and
I
dreaded
for
her
death
:
one
living
witness
is
worth
a
cart-load
of
cold
documents
.
So
I
nursed
and
watched
her
constantly
:
till
the
foolish
folks
on
board
began
to
say
I
was
her
son
:
ah
!
me
,
for
your
sake
I
wish
it
had
been
so
.
"
And
at
length
,
just
as
some
among
the
sailors
were
hinting
at
a
mutiny
for
spirits
,
and
our
last
case
of
Gamble
's
meat
was
opened
for
the
sick
,
our
look-out
on
the
jury-mast
gave
the
welcome
note
of
'
Land
!
'
and
soon
,
to
us
on
deck
,
the
heights
of
St.
Helena
rose
above
the
sea
.
Towed
in
by
friendly
aid
,
here
we
are
,
then
,
precious
Emily
,
refitting
:
and
,
as
it
must
be
a
week
yet
before
we
can
be
ready
,
I
have
taken
my
old
woman
to
a
lodging
upon
land
,
and
rejoice
(
what
have
I
to
do
with
joy
?
)
to
see
her
speedily
recovering
.
"
The
remainder
of
Charles
's
long
letter
is
so
stupid
,
so
gloomy
,
so
loving
,
and
so
little
to
the
purpose
,
that
I
take
an
editor
's
privilege
,
and
omit
it
altogether
.
Of
course
he
was
coming
home
again
,
as
soon
as
the
Samarang
and
Jeanie
Mackie
would
permit
.
CHAPTER
XXV
.
TRIALS
.
The
general
recovered
;
as
slowly
,
indeed
,
as
Emily
had
,
but
it
is
gratifying
to
add
,
as
surely
.
And
now
that
loving
couple
might
be
seen
,
weakly
creeping
out
together
,
when
the
day
was
finest
:
tottering
white
December
leaning
on
a
sickly
fragile
May
.
There
were
no
concealments
now
between
them
,
no
reservings
,
and
heart-stricken
Emily
heard
from
her
repentant
father
's
lips
the
story
of
her
birth
:
she
was
,
he
said
,
his
own
daughter
by
a
native
princess
,
the
Begum
Dowlia
Burruckjutli
.
A
bitter
—
bitter
truth
was
that
:
the
destruction
of
all
her
hopes
,
pleasures
,
and
affections
.
It
had
now
become
to
her
a
sin
to
love
that
dearest
one
of
all
things
lovely
on
this
earth
:
duty
,
paramount
and
stern
,
commanded
her
,
without
a
shadow
of
reprieve
,
to
execute
on
herself
immediately
the
terrible
sentence
of
banishing
her
own
betrothed
:
nay
,
more
,
she
must
forget
him
,
erase
his
precious
image
from
her
heart
,
and
never
,
never
see
that
brother
more
.
And
Charles
must
feel
the
same
,
and
do
the
like
;
oh
!
sorrow
,
passing
words
!
and
their
two
commingled
souls
must
be
violently
wrenched
apart
;
for
such
love
in
them
were
crime
.
Dear
children
of
affection
—
it
is
a
dreadful
lesson
this
for
both
of
you
;
but
most
wise
,
most
needful
—
or
the
hand
that
guideth
all
things
,
never
would
have
sent
it
.
Know
ye
not
for
comfort
,
that
ye
are
of
those
to
whom
all
things
work
together
for
good
?
Know
ye
not
for
counsel
,
that
the
excess
of
love
is
an
idolatry
that
must
be
blighted
?
It
is
well
,
children
,
it
is
well
,
that
ye
should
thus
carry
your
wounded
hearts
for
balm
to
the
altar
of
God
;
it
is
well
that
ye
should
bow
in
meekness
to
His
will
,
in
readiness
to
His
wisdom
.
Ye
are
learning
the
lesson
speedily
,
as
docile
children
should
;
and
be
assured
of
high
reward
from
the
Teacher
who
hath
set
it
you
.
Poor
Charles
!
white
and
wan
,
thy
cheek
is
grown
transparent
with
anxiety
,
and
thy
blue
eye
dim
with
hope
deferred
:
poor
Emmy
,
sick
and
weak
,
thou
weariest
Heaven
with
thy
prayers
,
and
waterest
thy
couch
with
thy
tears
.
Yet
,
a
little
while
;
this
discipline
is
good
:
storm
and
wind
,
frost
and
rushing
rains
,
are
as
needful
to
the
forest-tree
as
sun
and
gentle
shower
;
the
root
is
strengthening
,
and
its
fibres
spreading
out
:
and
loving
still
each
other
with
the
best
of
human
love
,
ye
justly
now
have
found
out
how
to
anchor
all
your
strongest
hopes
,
and
deepest
thoughts
,
on
Him
who
made
you
for
himself
.
Who
knoweth
?
wisely
acquiescing
in
His
will
,
humbly
trusting
to
His
mercy
,
and
bringing
the
holocaust
of
your
inflamed
affections
as
an
offering
of
duty
to
your
God
—
who
knoweth
?
Cannot
He
interpose
?
will
He
not
befriend
you
?
For
His
arm
is
power
,
and
His
heart
is
love
.
Days
rolled
on
in
dull
monotony
,
and
grew
to
weeks
more
slowly
than
before
;
earthly
hopes
had
been
levelled
with
the
dust
;
life
had
forgotten
to
be
joyous
:
there
was
,
indeed
,
the
calm
,
the
peace
,
the
resignation
,
the
heavenly
ante-past
,
and
the
soul-entrancing
prayer
;
but
human
life
to
Emily
was
flat
,
wearisome
,
and
void
;
she
felt
like
a
nun
,
immolated
as
to
this
world
:
even
as
Charles
,
too
,
had
resolved
to
be
an
anchorite
,
a
stern
,
hard
,
mortified
man
,
who
once
had
feelings
and
affections
.
The
rëaction
in
both
those
fond
young
hearts
had
even
overstept
the
golden
mean
:
and
Mercy
interposed
to
make
all
right
,
and
to
bless
them
in
each
other
once
again
.
Only
look
at
this
billet-doux
from
Charles
,
just
come
in
,
and
dated
Plymouth
:
"
Huzzah
—
for
Emily
and
England
:
huzzah
for
the
land
of
freedom
!
no
secrets
now
—
dear
,
dear
old
Jeanie
Mackie
has
given
me
proofs
posi
tive
:
all
I
have
to
wish
is
that
she
could
move
:
but
she
is
very
ill
;
so
,
as
we
touched
here
on
the
voyage
up
channel
,
I
landed
her
and
myself
,
thinking
to
kiss
,
within
a
day
,
my
darling
Emmy
.
But
I
cannot
get
her
out
of
bed
this
morning
,
and
dare
not
leave
her
:
though
an
hour
's
delay
seems
almost
insupportable
.
If
I
possibly
can
manage
it
,
I
will
bring
the
dear
old
faithful
creature
,
wrapped
in
blankets
,
by
chaise
to-morrow
.
Tell
my
father
all
this
:
and
say
to
him
—
he
will
understand
,
perhaps
,
though
you
may
not
,
my
blessed
girl
—
say
to
him
,
that
'
he
is
mistaken
,
and
all
are
mistaken
—
you
are
not
what
they
think
you
.
'
A
thousand
kisses
.
Expect
,
then
,
on
bright
to-morrow
to
see
your
happy
,
happy
"
Charles
.
"
"
P.S.
Hip
!
hip
!
hip
!
—
huzzah
!
"
Dearest
Emily
had
taken
up
the
note
with
fears
and
trembling
:
she
laid
it
down
,
as
they
that
reap
in
joy
;
and
I
never
in
my
life
saw
any
thing
so
beautiful
as
her
eyes
at
that
glad
minute
;
the
smile
through
the
tear
,
the
light
through
the
gloom
,
the
verdure
of
high
summer
springing
through
the
Alpine
snows
,
the
mild
and
lustrous
moon
emerging
from
a
baffled
thunder-cloud
.
And
,
although
the
general
mournfully
shook
his
head
,
distrustfully
and
despondingly
;
though
he
only
uttered
,
"
Poor
children
—
dear
children
—
would
to
Heaven
that
it
could
be
so
;
"
—
and
he
,
for
one
,
was
evidently
innoculated
,
as
before
,
with
all
the
old
thoughts
of
gloom
,
sadness
,
and
anxiety
;
—
still
Emily
hoped
—
for
Charles
hoped
—
and
Jeanie
Mackie
was
so
certain
.
CHAPTER
XXVI
.
JULIAN
.
Next
day
,
a
fine
summer
afternoon
,
when
our
feeble
convalescents
had
gone
out
together
,
they
found
the
fresh
air
so
invigorating
,
and
themselves
so
much
stronger
,
that
they
prolonged
their
walk
half-way
to
Oxton
.
The
pasture-meadows
,
rich
and
rank
,
were
alive
with
flocks
and
herds
;
the
blue
sea
lazily
beat
time
,
as
,
ticking
out
the
seconds
,
it
melodiously
broke
upon
the
sleeping
shore
;
the
darkly-flowing
Mullet
swept
sounding
to
the
sea
between
its
tortuous
banks
;
and
upon
that
old
high
foot-path
skirting
the
stream
,
now
shady
with
hazels
,
and
now
flowery
with
meadow-sweet
,
crept
our
chastened
pair
.
Just
as
they
were
nearing
a
short
angle
in
the
river
,
the
spot
where
Charles
had
been
preserved
,
they
noticed
for
the
first
time
a
rough-looking
fisherman
,
who
,
unseen
,
had
tracked
their
steps
some
hundred
yards
;
he
had
a
tarpaulin
over
his
shoulder
,
very
unnecessarily
,
as
it
would
seem
,
on
so
fine
and
warm
a
day
;
and
a
slouching
sou'-wester
,
worn
askew
,
flapped
across
the
strange
man
's
face
.
He
came
on
quickly
,
though
cautiously
,
looking
right
and
left
;
and
Emily
trembled
on
her
guardian
's
feeble
arm
.
Yes
—
she
is
right
;
the
fisherman
approaches
—
she
detects
him
through
it
all
:
and
now
he
scorns
disguise
;
flinging
off
his
cap
and
the
tarpaulin
,
stands
before
them
—
Julian
!
"
So
,
sir
—
you
tremble
now
,
do
you
,
gallant
general
:
give
me
the
girl
.
"
And
he
levelled
at
his
father
one
of
those
double-barrelled
pistols
,
full-cock
.
"
Julian
,
my
son
,
I
forgive
you
,
Julian
;
take
my
hand
,
boy
.
"
"
What
—
coward
?
now
you
can
cringe
,
and
fawn
,
eh
?
back
with
you
!
—
the
girl
,
I
say
.
"
For
poor
Emily
,
wild
with
fear
,
was
clinging
to
that
weak
old
man
.
Julian
levelled
again
;
indeed
,
indeed
it
was
only
as
a
threat
;
but
his
hand
shook
with
passion
—
the
weapon
was
full-cock
,
hair-triggered
—
shotted
heavily
as
always
—
hark
,
hark
!
—
And
his
father
fell
upon
the
turf
,
covered
with
blood
!
When
a
wicked
man
tampers
with
unintended
crime
,
even
accident
falls
out
against
him
.
Many
a
one
has
richly
merited
death
for
many
other
sins
,
than
that
isolated
,
haply
accidental
one
which
he
has
hanged
for
.
Julian
,
horror-stricken
,
pale
and
trembling
,
flew
instinctively
to
help
his
father
:
but
Emily
has
circled
him
already
with
her
arms
;
and
listen
,
Julian
—
your
dying
father
speaks
to
you
.
"
Boy
,
I
forgive
—
I
forgive
:
but
—
Emily
,
no
,
no
,
cannot
,
cannot
be
—
Julian
—
she
—
she
is
your
sister
!
"
and
the
old
man
swooned
away
,
from
loss
of
blood
and
the
excitement
of
that
awful
scene
.
Not
a
word
in
reply
said
that
poor
sinner
,
maddened
with
his
life-long
crimes
,
the
fratricide
in
will
,
the
parricide
in
deed
,
and
all
for
—
a
sister
.
But
growing
whiter
as
he
stood
,
a
marble
man
with
bristling
hair
,
he
slowly
drew
the
other
pistol
from
his
pocket
,
put
the
muzzle
to
his
mouth
,
and
,
firing
as
he
fell
,
leapt
into
the
darkly-flowing
Mullet
!
The
current
,
all
too
violent
to
sink
in
,
and
uncommissioned
now
to
save
,
hurried
its
black
burden
to
the
sea
;
and
a
crimson
streak
of
gore
marked
the
track
of
the
suicide
.
The
old
man
was
not
dead
;
but
a
brace
of
bullets
taking
effect
upon
his
feeble
frame
—
one
through
the
shoulder
,
and
another
which
had
grazed
his
head
—
had
been
quite
enough
to
make
him
seem
so
.
Forgetful
of
all
but
that
dear
sufferer
,
and
totally
ignorant
of
Julian
's
fate
—
for
she
neither
saw
nor
heard
any
thing
,
nor
feared
even
for
her
own
imminent
peril
,
while
her
father
lay
dying
on
the
grass
—
Emily
had
torn
off
her
scarf
,
and
bound
up
,
as
well
as
she
could
,
the
ghastly
scored
head
and
broken
shoulder
.
She
succeeded
in
staunching
the
blood
—
for
no
great
vessel
had
been
severed
—
and
so
simple
an
application
as
grass
dipped
in
water
,
proved
to
be
a
good
specific
.
Then
,
to
her
exceeding
joy
,
those
eyes
opened
again
,
and
that
dear
tongue
faintly
whispered
—
"
Bless
you
.
"
Oh
,
that
blessing
!
for
it
fell
upon
her
heart
:
and
fervently
she
knelt
down
there
,
and
thanked
the
Great
Preserver
.
And
now
,
for
friendly
help
;
there
is
no
one
near
:
and
it
is
growing
dusk
;
and
she
dared
not
leave
him
there
alone
one
minute
—
for
Julian
—
dreaded
Julian
,
may
return
,
and
kill
him
.
What
shall
she
do
?
How
to
get
him
home
?
Alas
,
alas
!
he
may
die
where
he
is
lying
.
Hark
,
Emmy
,
hark
!
The
shouts
of
happy
children
bursting
out
of
school
!
See
,
dearest
—
see
:
here
they
come
homewards
merrily
from
Oxton
.
Thus
,
rewarded
through
the
instrumentality
of
her
own
benevolence
,
help
was
speedily
obtained
;
and
Mrs.
Sainsbury
's
invalid-chair
,
hurried
to
the
spot
by
an
escort
of
indignant
rustics
,
soon
conveyed
the
recovering
patient
to
the
comforts
of
his
own
home
,
and
the
appliances
of
medical
assistance
.
CHAPTER
XXVII
.
CHARLES
'S
RETURN
;
AND
MRS.
MACKIE
'S
EXPLANATION
.
And
now
the
happy
day
was
come
at
length
;
that
day
formerly
so
hoped-for
,
latterly
so
feared
,
but
last
of
all
,
hailed
with
the
joy
that
trembles
at
its
own
intensity
.
The
very
morning
after
the
sad
occurrence
it
has
just
been
my
lot
to
chronicle
—
while
the
general
was
having
his
wounds
dressed
,
slight
ones
,
happily
,
but
still
he
was
not
safe
,
as
inflammation
might
ensue
—
while
Mrs.
Tracy
was
indulging
in
her
third
tumbler
,
mixed
to
whet
her
appetite
for
shrimps
—
and
while
Emily
was
deciphering
,
for
the
forty
thousandth
time
,
Charles
's
sanguine
billet-doux
—
lo
!
a
dusty
chaise
and
smoking
posters
,
and
a
sun-burnt
young
fellow
springing
out
,
and
just
upon
the
stairs
—
they
were
locked
in
each
other
's
arms
!
Oh
,
the
rapture
of
that
instant
!
it
can
but
happen
once
within
a
life
.
Ye
that
have
loved
,
remember
such
a
meeting
;
and
ye
that
never
loved
,
conceive
it
if
you
can
;
for
my
pen
hath
little
skill
to
paint
so
bright
a
pleasure
.
It
is
to
be
all
heart
,
all
pulse
,
all
sympathy
,
all
spirit
—
but
the
warm
soft
kiss
,
that
rarified
bloom
of
the
Material
.
How
the
sick
old
nurse
got
out
,
cased
in
many
blankets
;
how
she
was
bundled
up
stairs
,
and
deposited
safely
on
a
sofa
,
no
poet
is
alive
to
sing
:
to
those
who
would
record
the
payment
of
postillions
,
let
me
leave
so
sweet
a
theme
.
The
first
fond
greeting
over
,
and
those
tumults
of
affection
sobered
down
,
Charles
rejoiced
to
find
how
lovingly
the
general
met
him
;
the
kind
and
good
old
man
fell
upon
his
neck
,
as
the
father
in
the
parable
.
Many
things
were
then
to
be
made
known
:
and
many
questions
answered
,
as
best
might
be
,
about
a
mother
and
a
brother
;
but
well
aware
of
all
things
ourselves
,
let
us
be
satisfied
that
Charles
heard
in
due
time
all
they
had
to
tell
him
;
though
neither
Emily
nor
the
general
could
explain
what
had
become
of
Julian
after
that
terrible
encounter
.
In
their
belief
,
he
had
fled
for
very
life
,
thinking
he
had
killed
his
father
.
Poor
wretched
man
,
thought
Charles
—
on
that
same
spot
,
too
,
where
he
would
have
murdered
me
!
And
for
his
mother
—
why
came
she
not
down
eagerly
and
happily
,
as
mothers
ever
do
,
to
greet
her
long-lost
son
?
Do
not
ask
,
Charles
;
do
not
press
the
question
.
Think
her
ill
,
dying
,
dead
—
any
thing
but
—
drunken
.
He
ran
to
her
room-door
;
but
it
was
locked
—
luckily
.
Now
,
Charles
—
now
speedily
to
business
;
happy
business
that
,
if
I
may
trust
the
lover
's
flushing
cheek
,
and
Emily
's
radiant
eyes
;
but
a
mournful
one
too
,
and
a
fearful
,
if
I
turn
my
glance
to
that
poor
old
man
,
wounded
in
body
and
stricken
in
mind
—
who
waits
to
hear
,
in
more
despondency
than
hope
,
what
he
knows
to
be
the
bitter
truth
—
the
truth
that
must
be
told
,
to
the
misery
of
those
dear
children
.
Faint
and
weak
though
she
appeared
,
Jeanie
Mackie
's
waning
life
spirited
up
for
the
occasion
;
her
dim
eye
kindled
;
her
feeble
frame
was
straight
and
strong
;
energy
nerved
her
as
she
spoke
;
this
hour
is
the
errand
of
her
being
.
Long
she
spoke
,
and
loudly
,
in
her
broad
Scotch
way
;
and
the
general
objected
many
things
,
but
was
answered
to
them
all
;
and
there
was
close
cross-questioning
,
slow-caution
,
keen
examination
of
documents
and
letters
:
catechisms
,
solecisms
,
Scottisms
;
reminiscences
rubbed
up
,
mistakes
corrected
;
and
the
grand
result
of
all
,
Emily
a
Stuart
,
and
the
general
not
her
father
!
I
am
only
enabled
to
give
a
brief
account
of
that
important
colloquy
.
It
appears
,
that
when
Captain
Tracy
's
company
was
quartered
to
the
west
of
the
Gwalior
,
sent
thither
to
guard
the
Begum
Dowlia
against
sundry
of
her
disaffected
subjects
,
a
certain
Lieutenant
James
Stuart
was
one
among
those
welcome
brave
allies
.
That
our
gallant
Tracy
was
the
beautiful
Begum
's
favourite
soon
became
notorious
to
all
;
and
not
less
so
,
that
the
Begum
herself
was
precisely
in
the
same
interesting
situation
as
Mrs.
James
Stuart
.
The
two
ladies
,
Pagan
and
Christian
,
were
,
technically
speaking
,
running
a
race
together
.
Well
,
just
as
times
drew
nigh
,
poor
Lieutenant
Stuart
was
unfortunately
killed
in
an
insurrection
headed
by
some
fanatics
,
who
disapproved
of
foreign
friends
,
and
perhaps
of
their
princess
's
situation
.
His
death
proved
fatal
also
to
that
kind
and
faithful
wife
of
his
—
a
dark
Italian
lady
of
high
family
,
whose
love
for
James
had
led
her
to
follow
him
even
into
Central
Hindoostan
:
she
died
in
giving
birth
to
a
babe
;
and
Jeanie
Mackie
,
the
lieutenant
's
own
foster-mother
,
who
waited
on
his
wife
through
all
their
travels
,
assisted
the
poor
orphan
into
this
bleak
world
,
and
loved
it
as
her
own
.
Two
days
after
all
this
,
the
Begum
herself
had
need
of
Mrs.
Mackie
:
for
it
was
prudent
to
conceal
some
things
,
if
she
could
,
from
certain
Brahmins
,
who
were
to
her
what
John
Knox
had
erstwhile
been
to
Mary
:
and
Jeanie
Mackie
,
burdened
with
her
little
Amy
Stuart
,
aided
in
the
birth
of
a
female
Tracy-Begum
.
So
,
the
nurse
tended
both
babes
;
and
more
than
once
had
marvelled
at
their
general
resemblance
;
Amy
's
mother
looked
out
again
from
those
dark
eyes
;
there
was
not
a
shade
between
the
children
.
Now
,
Mrs.
Mackie
perceived
,
in
a
very
little
while
,
how
fond
both
Christian
and
Pagan
appeared
of
their
own
child
;
and
how
little
notice
was
taken
by
any
body
of
the
poor
Scotch
gentleman
's
orphan
.
Accordingly
,
with
a
view
to
give
her
favourite
all
worldly
advantages
,
she
adroitly
changed
the
children
;
and
,
while
she
was
still
kind
and
motherly
to
the
little
Tracy-Begum
,
she
had
the
satisfaction
to
see
her
pet
supposititiously
brought
up
in
all
the
splendours
of
an
Eastern
court
.
Years
wore
away
,
for
Captain
Tracy
was
quite
happy
,
the
Begum
being
a
fine
showy
woman
,
and
the
pretty
child
his
playmate
and
pastime
:
so
he
never
cared
to
stir
from
his
rich
quarters
,
till
the
company
's
orders
forced
him
:
and
then
Puttymuddyfudgepoor
hailed
him
accumulatively
both
major
and
colonel
.
When
he
found
that
he
must
go
,
he
insisted
on
carrying
off
the
child
;
and
the
Begum
was
as
resolute
against
it
.
Then
Mrs.
Mackie
,
eager
to
expedite
little
Stuart
in
her
escape
,
went
to
the
princess
,
told
her
how
that
,
in
anticipation
of
this
day
,
she
had
changed
the
children
,
and
got
great
rewards
for
thus
restoring
to
the
mother
her
own
offspring
.
The
remainder
of
that
old
Scotch
nurse
's
very
prosy
tale
may
be
left
to
be
imagined
:
for
all
that
was
essential
has
been
stated
:
and
the
documents
in
proof
of
all
were
these
—
First
:
The
marriage
certificates
of
James
Stuart
and
Ami
di
Romagna
,
duly
attested
,
both
in
the
Protestant
and
Romanist
forms
.
Secondly
:
Divers
letters
to
Lieutenant
Stewart
from
his
friends
at
Glenmuir
;
others
to
Mrs.
Stuart
,
from
her
father
,
the
old
Marquis
di
Romagna
,
at
Naples
:
several
trinkets
,
locks
of
hair
,
the
wedding-ring
,
etc.
Thirdly
:
A
grant
written
in
the
Hindoostanee
character
,
from
the
Begum
Dowlia
,
promising
the
pension
of
thirty
rupees
a
month
to
Jeanie
Mackie
,
for
having
so
cleverly
preserved
to
her
the
child
:
together
with
a
regular
judicial
acknowledgement
,
both
from
several
of
Tracy
's
own
sepoys
,
and
from
the
Begum
herself
,
that
the
girl
,
whom
Captain
Tracy
was
so
fond
of
,
was
,
to
the
best
of
their
belief
,
Amy
Stuart
.
Fourthly
:
A
miniature
of
Mrs.
James
Stuart
,
exactly
portraying
the
features
of
her
daughter
—
this
bright
,
beautiful
,
dark-eyed
face
—
our
own
beloved
Emily
Warren
.
And
to
all
that
accumulated
evidence
,
Jeanie
Mackie
bore
her
living
testimony
;
clearly
,
unhesitatingly
,
and
well
assured
,
in
the
face
of
God
and
man
.
Doubt
was
at
an
end
;
fear
was
at
an
end
;
hope
