I am well aware--to dwell for a moment yet on the subject of Mr.Godfrey--that the all-profaning opinion of the world has charged him with having his own private reasons for releasing Rachel from her engagement, at the first opportunity she gave him.It has also reached my ears, that his anxiety to recover his place in my estimation has been attributed, in certain quarters, to a mercenary eagerness to make his peace (through me) with a venerable committee-woman at the Mothers'-Small-Clothes, abundantly blessed with the goods of this world, and a beloved and intimate friend of my own.Ionly notice these odious slanders for the sake of declaring that they never had a moment's influence on my mind.In obedience to my instructions, Ihave exhibited the fluctuations in my opinion of our Christian Hero, exactly as I find them recorded in my diary.In justice to myself, let me here add that, once reinstated in his place in my estimation, my gifted friend never lost that place again.I write with the tears in my eyes, burning to say more.But no--I am cruelly limited to my actual experience of persons and things.In less than a month from the time of which I am now writing, events in the money-market (which diminished even my miserable little income) forced me into foreign exile, and left me with nothing but a loving remembrance of Mr.Godfrey which the slander of the world has assailed, and assailed in vain.
Let me dry my eyes, and return to my narrative.
I went downstairs to luncheon, naturally anxious to see how Rachel was affected by her release from her marriage engagement.
It appeared to me--but I own I am a poor authority in such matters--that the recovery of her freedom had set her thinking again of that other man whom she loved, and that she was furious with herself for not being able to control a revulsion of feeling of which she was secretly ashamed.Who was the man? I had my suspicions--but it was needless to waste time in idle speculation.When I had converted her, she would, as a matter of course, have no concealments from Me.I should hear all about the man; I should hear all about the Moonstone.If I had had no higher object in stirring her up to a sense of spiritual things, the motive of relieving her mind of its guilty secrets would have been enough of itself to encourage me to go on.
Aunt Ablewhite took her exercise in the afternoon in an invalid chair.
Rachel accompanied her.`I wish I could drag the chair,' she broke out, recklessly.`I wish I could fatigue myself till I was ready to drop.'
She was in the same humour in the evening.I discovered in one of my friend's precious publications--the Life, Letters, and Labours of Miss Fane Ann Stamper , forty-fourth edition--passages which bore with a marvellous appropriateness on Rachel's present position.Upon my proposing to read them, she went to the piano.Conceive how little she must have known of serious people, if she supposed that my patience was to be exhausted in that way! I kept Miss Jane Ann Stamper by me, and waited for events with the most unfaltering trust in the future.
Old Mr.Ablewhite never made his appearance that night.But I knew the importance which his worldly greed attached to his son's marriage with Miss Verinder--and I felt a positive conviction (do what Mr.Godfrey might to prevent it) that we should see him the next day.With his interference in the matter, the storm on which I had counted would certainly come, and the salutary exhaustion of Rachel's resisting powers would as certainly follow.I am not ignorant that old Mr.Ablewhite has the reputation generally (especially among his inferiors) of being a remarkably good-natured man.
According to my observation of him, he deserves his reputation as long as he has his own way, and not a moment longer.
The next day, exactly as I had foreseen, Aunt Ablewhite was as near to being astonished as her nature would permit, by the sudden appearance of her husband.He had barely been a minute in the house, before he was followed, to my astonishment this time, by an unexpected complication, in the shape of Mr.Bruff.
I never remember feeling the presence of the lawyer to be more unwelcome than I felt it at that moment.He looked ready for anything in the way of an obstructive proceeding--capable even of keeping the peace, with Rachel for one of the combatants!
`This is a pleasant surprise, sir,' said Mr.Ablewhite, addressing himself with his deceptive cordiality to Mr.Bruff.`When I left your office yesterday, I didn't expect to have the honour of seeing you at Brighton to-day.'
`I turned over our conversation in my mind, after you had gone,' replied Mr.Bruff.`And it occurred to me that I might perhaps be of some use on this occasion.I was just in time to catch the train, and I had no opportunity of discovering the carriage in which you were travelling.'
Having given that explanation he seated himself by Rachel.I retired modestly to a corner--with Miss Jane Ann Stamper on my lap, in case of emergency.My aunt sat at the window, placidly fanning herself as usual.
Mr.Ablewhite stood up in the middle of the room, with his bald head much pinker than I had ever seen it yet, and addressed himself in the most affectionate manner to his niece.
`Rachel, my dear,' he said, `I have heard some very extraordinary news from Godfrey.And I am here to inquire about it.You have a sitting-room of your own in this house.Will you honour me by showing me the way to it?'
Rachel never moved.Whether she was determined to bring matters to a crisis, or whether she was prompted by some private sign from Mr.Bruff, is more than I can tell.She declined doing old Mr.Ablewhite the honour of conducting him into her sitting-room.
`Whatever you wish to say to me,' she answered, `can be said here--in the presence of my relatives, and in the presence' (she looked at Mr.Bruff)`of my mother's trusted old friend.'
