The Monctons: A Novel, Volume I
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"Only, to a certain extent: to be happy, a man must be good;
religiously, morally, physically. He must bear upon his heart the image
of the Prince of Peace, before he can truly value the glorious boon of
life."
"I wish I could see these things in the same calm unprejudiced light,"
said I; "but I find it a bitter mortification, after so many years of
hard labour, to be without a penny to pay for seeing a raree-show."
Harrison laughed heartily, "You will perhaps say, that it is easy for
me to preach against riches; but like the Fox in the fable, the grapes
are sour. I speak, however, with indifference of the good that
Providence has placed beyond my reach. Geoffrey, I was once the envied
possessor of wealth, which in my case was productive of much evil."
"How did you lose such an advantage?" I eagerly exclaimed, "do tell me
something of your past life?"
This was the first allusion he had made to his former circumstances;
and I was determined not to let the opportunity pass unnoticed.
He seemed to guess my thoughts. "Are you anxious for a humiliating
confession, of vanity, folly and prodigality? Well, Geoffrey, you shall
have it; but mark me--it will only be in general terms--I cannot enter
into particulars. I was born poor, and unexpectedly became rich, and
like many persons in like circumstances, I was ashamed of my mean
origin; and thought, by making a dashing appearance and squandering
lavishly my wealth, to induce men to forget my humble birth. The world
applauds such madness as long as the money lasts, and for a short
period, I had friends and flatterers at will.
"My brief career terminated in ruin and disgrace: wealth which is not
acquired by industry, is seldom retained by prudence; and to those
unacquainted with the real value of money, a large sum always appears
inexhaustible. So it was with me. I spent, without calculating the
cost, and soon lost all. The world now wore a very different aspect. I
was deserted by all my gay associates; my most intimate companions
passed me in the streets without recognition. I knew that this would be
the result of my altered fortunes, yet the reality cut me to the heart.
"These are mortifying lessons, which experience, wisdom's best
counsellor, daily teaches us; and a man must either be very
self-conceited, or very insensible, who cannot profit by her valuable
instructions. The hour which brought to me the humiliating conviction,
that I was a person of no consequence; that the world could go on very
well without me; that my merry companions would not be one jot less
facetious, though I was absent from their jovial parties, was after all
not the most miserable of my life.
"I woke as from a dream. The scales had fallen from my eyes. I knew
myself--and became a wiser and better man. I called all my creditors
together, discharged my debts, and found myself free of the world in
the most liberal sense.
"Good Heavens!" I exclaimed. "How could you bear such a dreadful
reverse with such fortitude--such magnanimity?"
"You give me greater credit than I deserve, Geoffrey: my imprudent
conduct merited a severe punishment, and I had sense enough to discern
that it was just. After the first shock was over, I felt happier in my
poverty than I had ever done during my unmerited prosperity. I had
abused the gifts of fortune while they were mine, and I determined to
acquire an independence by my own exertions. A friend, whom I had
scarcely regarded as such, during my reckless career of folly, came
unexpectedly to my assistance, and offered to purchase for me a
commission in the army, but I had private reasons for wishing to obtain
a situation in this office. Writing a good hand, and having been
originally educated for the profession, together with the
recommendation of Mr. Bassett who was related to my friend, procured me
the place I now hold."
"And your reasons for coming here?" I cried, burning with curiosity.
"Pardon me, Geoffrey. That is my secret."
He spoke with the calmness of a philosopher, but I saw his emotion, as
his eyes turned mechanically to the parchment he was copying, and
affected an air of cheerful resignation.
The candid exposure of his past faults and follies raised, rather than
sunk him in my estimation; but I was sadly disappointed at the general
terms in which they were revealed. I wanted to know every event of his
private life, and this abridgment was very tantalizing.
While I was pondering these things in my heart, the pen he had grasped
so tightly was flung to some distance, and he raised his fine eyes to
my face.
"Thank God! Geoffrey; I have not as yet lost the faculty of
feeling--that I can see and deplore the errors of the past. When I
think what I was, what I am, and what I might have been, it brings a
cloud over my mind which often dissolves in tears. This is the weakness
of human nature. But the years so uselessly wasted rise up in dread
array against me, and the flood-gates of the soul are broken up by
bitter and remorseful regrets. But see," he exclaimed, dashing the
thickening mist from his eyes, and resuming his peculiarly benevolent
smile: "the dark cloud has passed, and George is himself again."
"You are happier than I. You can smile through your tears," I cried,
regarding his April face with surprise.
"And so would you, Geoffrey, if, like me, you had brought your passions
under the subjection of reason."
"It is no easy task, George, to storm a city, when your own subjects
defend the walls, and at every attack drive you back with your own
weapons, into the trenches. I will, however, commence the attack, by
striving to forget that there is a world beyond these gloomy walls, in
whose busy scenes I am forbidden to mingle."
"Valiantly resolved, Geoffrey. But how comes it, that you did not tell
me the news this morning?"
"News--what news?"
"Your cousin Theophilus returned last night."
"The devil he did! That's everything but good news to me. But are you
sure the news is true?"
"My landlady is sister to Mr. Moncton's housekeeper. I had my
information from her. She tells me that the father and son are on very
bad terms."
"I have seldom heard Mr. Moncton mention him of late. I wonder we have
not seen him in the office. He generally pays us an early visit to show
off his fine clothes, and to insult me."
"Talk of his satanic majesty, Geoff. You know the rest. Here comes the
heir of the house of Moncton."
"He does not belong to the elder branch," I cried, fiercely. "Poor as I
am, I consider myself the head of the house, and one of these days will
dispute his right to that title."
"Tush!" said George, resuming his pen, "you are talking sad nonsense.
But hereby hangs a tale."
I looked up inquiringly. Harrison was hard at work. I saw a mischievous
smile hovering about his lips. He turned his back abruptly to the door,
and bent more closely over his parchment, as Theophilus Moncton entered
the office equipped for a journey.
CHAPTER IX.
A PORTRAIT.
Two years had passed away since I last beheld my cousin, and during his
absence, there had been peace between his father and me. He appeared
before me like the evil genius of the house, prepared to renew the old
hostility, and I could not meet him with the least show of cordiality
and affection.
I am not a good hand at sketching portraits, but the person of my
cousin is so fresh in my memory, his image so closely interwoven with
all the leading events of my life, that I can scarcely fail in giving a
tolerably correct likeness of the original.
He was about the middle stature, his figure slender and exceedingly
well made: and but for a strong dash of affectation, which marred all
that he did and said, his carriage would have been easy and graceful.
His head was small and handsomely placed upon his shoulders, his
features sharply defined and very prominent. His teeth were remarkably
white, but so long and narrow, that they gave a peculiarly sinister and
malicious expression to his face--which expression was greatly
heightened by the ghastly contortion that was meant for a smile, and
which was in constant requisition, in order to show off the said teeth,
which Theophilus considered one of his greatest attractions. But my
cousin had no personal attractions. There was nothing manly or decided
about him. Smooth and insidious where he wished to please, his first
appearance to strangers was always unprepossessing; and few persons on
their first introduction had any great desire to extend their
acquaintance.
He ought to have been fair, for his hair and whiskers were of the
palest tint of brown; but his complexion was grey and muddy, and his
large sea-green eyes afforded not the least contrast to the uniform
smokiness of his skin. Those cold, selfish, deceitful eyes; his
father's in shape and expression, but lacking the dark strength--the
stern, determined look which at times lighted up Robert Moncton's
proud, cruel face.
Much as I disliked the father, he was in his worst moods more tolerable
to me than his son. Glimpses of his mind would at times flash out
through those unnaturally bright eyes; and betray somewhat of the hell
within; but Theophilus was close and dark--a sealed book which no man
could open and read. An overweening sense of his own importance was the
only trait of his character which lay upon the surface; and this, his
master-failing, was revealed by every look and gesture.
A servile flatterer to persons of rank, and insolent and tyrannical to
those whom he considered beneath him, he united in his character, the
qualifications of both tyrant and slave.
The most brilliant sallies of wit could not produce the least
brightening effect upon his saturnine countenance, or the most pathetic
burst of eloquence draw the least moisture to his eye, which only
became animated when contradicting some well-received opinion, or
discussing the merits of an acquaintance, and placing his faults and
follies in the most conspicuous light.
He was endowed with excellent practical abilities, possessed a most
retentive memory, and a thorough knowledge of the most intricate
windings of the human heart. Nothing escaped his observation. It would
have been a difficult matter to have made a tool of one, whose
suspicions were always wide awake; who never acted from impulse, or
without a motive, and who had a shrewd knack of rendering the passions
of others subservient to his own.
He was devoted to sensual pleasures, but the mask he wore, so
effectually concealed his vicious propensities, that the most cautious
parents would have admitted him without hesitation into their family
circle. Robert Moncton thought himself master of the mind of his son,
and fancied him a mere puppet in his hands; but his cunning was foiled
by the superior cunning of Theophilus, and he ultimately became the
dupe and victim of the being for whose aggrandizement he did not
scruple to commit the worst crimes.
Theophilus was extremely neat in his dress, and from the cravat to the
well-polished boot, his costume was perfect. An effeminate,
solemn-looking dandy outwardly--within, as ferocious and hard a human
biped as ever disgraced the name of man.
"Well, Geoff!" said he, condescendingly presenting his hand, "what have
you been doing for the last two years?"
"Writing, in the old place," said I, carelessly.
"A fixture!--ha, ha! 'A rolling stone,' they say, 'gathers no moss.'
How does that agree with your stationary position?"
"It only proves, that all proverbs have two sides to them," said I.
"You roll about the world and scatter the moss that I sit here to help
accumulate."
"What a lucky dog you are," said he, "to escape so easily from the
snares and temptations of this wicked world. While I am tormented with
ennui, blue-devils and dyspepsia, you sit still and grow in stature and
knowledge. By Jove! you are too big to wear my cast-off suits now. My
valet will bless the increase of your outward man, and I don't think
you have at all profited by the circumstance. Where the deuce did you
get that eccentric turn-out? It certainly does not remind one of Bond
Street."
"Mr. Theophilus!" I cried, reddening with indignation. "Did you come
here on purpose to insult me?"
"Sit still, now, like a good lad, and don't fly into heroics and give
us a scene. I am too lazy to pick a quarrel with you. What a confounded
wet morning! It has disarranged all my plans. I ordered the groom to
bring up my mare at eleven. The rain commenced at ten. I think it means
to keep on at this rate all day."
He cast a peevish glance at the dusty ground-glass windows.
"There's no catching a glimpse of heaven through these dim panes. My
father's clerks are not called upon to resist the temptation of looking
into the streets."
"They might not inappropriately be called the pains and penalties of
lawyer's clerks," said I, smothering my anger, as I saw by the motion
of Harrison's head, that he was suffering from an agony of suppressed
laughter.
"Not a bad idea that. The plan of grinding the glass was suggested by
me. An ingenious one, is it not? My father had the good sense to adopt
it. It's a pity that his example is not followed by all the lawyers and
merchants in London."
In spite of the spattering of Harrison's pen, which told me as plainly
as words could have done, that he was highly amused at the scene, I
felt irritated at Theophilus joking about a circumstance which, to me,
was a great privation and annoyance.
"If _you_ had a seat in this office, Mr. Theophilus," said I, laying a
strong stress upon the personal pronoun, "you would, I am certain, take
good care to keep a peep-hole, well-glazed, for your own convenience."
"If I were in the office," he replied, with one of his sidelong,
satirical glances, "I should have too much to do in keeping the clerks
at work and in their places, to have much time for looking out of the
window. My father would do well to hire an overseer for _idle_ hands."
Harrison's tremulous fit increased, while I was burning with
indignation, and rose passionately from my seat.
"Geoffrey"--pronounced in an undertone, restrained me from committing
an act of violence. I resumed my stool, muttering audibly between my
teeth--
"Contemptible puppy!"
I was quite ready for a quarrel, but Theophilus, contrary to my
expectations, did not choose to take any notice of my imprudent speech.
Not that he wanted personal courage. Like the wasp, he could, when
unprovoked, attack others, and sting with tenfold malice when he felt
or fancied an affront. His forbearance on the present occasion, I
attributed to the very handsome riding-dress in which he had encased
his slight and elegant form. A contest with a strong, powerful young
fellow like me, might have ended in its demolition:
Slashing his boot with his riding-whip, and glancing carelessly towards
the window, he said, with an air of perfect indifference,
"Well, if the rain means to pour in this way all day, it is certain
that I cannot prosecute my journey to Dover on horseback. I must take
the coach, and leave the groom to follow with the horses."
"Dover!" I repeated, with an involuntary start, "are you off for
France?"
"Yes" (with a weary yawn); "I shall not return until I have made the
tour of Europe, and I just stepped in for a moment to say good-by."
"_Unusually_ kind," said I, with a sneer.
He remained silent for a few minutes, and seemed slightly embarrassed,
as if he found difficulty in bringing out what he had to say.
"Geoffrey, I may be absent several years. It is just possible that we
may never meet again."
"I hope so," was the response in my heart, while he continued,
"Your time in this office expires when you reach your majority. Our
paths in life are very different, and from that period I must insist
upon our remaining perfect strangers to each other."
Before I had time to answer his ungracious speech, he turned upon his
heel and left the office, and me literally foaming with passion.
"Thank God he is gone!" cried Harrison. "My dear Geoff, accept my
sincere congratulations. It would indeed be a blessing did you never
meet again."
"Oh, that he had stayed another minute that I might have demolished his
gay plumes! I am so angry, so mortified, George, that I can scarcely
control myself."
"Nonsense! His departure is a fortunate event for you."
"Of course--the absence of one so actively annoying, must make my
bondage more tolerable."
"Listen to me, petulant boy! there is war in the camp. Theophilus
leaves the house under the ban of his father's anger. They have had a
desperate quarrel, and he quits London in disgrace; and if you are not
a gainer by this change in the domestic arrangements, my name is not
George Harrison."
"Why do you think so?"
"Because I know more of Robert Moncton than you do. To provoke his son
to jealousy, he will take you into favour. If Theophilus has gone too
far--he is so revengeful, so unforgiving--he may, probably, make you
his heir."
"May God forbid!" cried I, vehemently.
Harrison laughed.
"Gold is too bright to betray the dirty channels through which it
flows--and I feel certain, Geoffrey----"
A quick rap at the office-door terminated all further colloquy, and I
rose to admit the intruder.
Harrison and I generally wrote in an inner, room, which opened into the
public office; and a passage led from the apartment we occupied into
Mr. Moncton's private study, in which he generally spent the fore-part
of the day, and in which he received persons who came to consult him on
particular business.
On opening the door which led into the public office, a woman wrapped
closely in a black camblet cloak, glided into the room.
Her face was so completely concealed by the large calash and veil she
wore, and, but for the stoop in the shoulders, it would have been
difficult at a first glance to have determined her age.
"Is Mr. Moncton at home?" Her voice was harsh and unpleasant; it had a
hissing, grating intonation, which was painful to the ear.
The moment the stranger spoke, I saw Harrison start, and turn very
pale. He rose hastily from his seat and walked to a case of law-books
which stood in a dark recess, and taking down a volume, continued
standing with his back towards us, as if intently occupied with its
contents.
This circumstance made me regard the woman with more attention. She
appeared about sixty years of age. Her face was sharp, her eyes black
and snake-like, while her brow was channelled into deep furrows which
made you think it almost impossible that she had ever been young or
handsome. Her upper lip was unusually short, and seemed to writhe with
a constant sneer; and in spite of her corrugated brow, long nose, and
curved chin, which bore the unmistakable marks of age, her fine teeth
shone white and ghastly, when she unclosed her fleshless, thin lips. A
worse, or more sinister aspect, I have seldom, during the course of my
life, beheld.
In answer to her inquiry, I informed her that Mr. Moncton was at home,
but particularly engaged; and had given orders for no one to be
admitted to his study before noon.
With a look of bitter disappointment, she then asked to speak to Mr.
Theophilus.
"He has just left for France, and will not return for several years."
"Gone!--and I am too late," she muttered to herself. "If I cannot see
the son, I _must_ and _will_ speak to the father."
"Your business, then, was with Mr. Theophilus?" said I, no longer able
to restrain my curiosity; for I was dying to learn something of the
strange being whose presence had given my friend Harrison's nerves such
a sudden shock.
"Impertinent boy!" said she with evident displeasure. "Who taught you
to catechise your elders? Go, and tell your employer that _Dinah
North_ is here; and _must_ see him immediately."
As I passed the dark nook in which Harrison was playing at hide and
seek, he laid his hand upon my arm, and whispered in French, a language
he spoke fluently, and in which he had been giving me lessons for some
time, "My happiness is deeply concerned in yon hag's commission. Read
well Moncton's countenance, and note down his words, while you deliver
her message, and report your observations to me."
I looked up in his face with astonishment. His countenance was livid
with excitement and agitation, and his whole frame trembled. Before I
could utter a word, he had quitted the office. Amazed and bewildered, I
glanced back towards the being who was the cause of this emotion, and
whom I now regarded with intense interest.
She had sunk down into Harrison's vacant seat, her elbows supported on
her knees, and her head resting between the palms of her hands: her
face completely concealed from observation. "Dinah North," I whispered
to myself; "that is a name I never heard before. Who the deuce can she
be?" With a flushed cheek and hurried step, I hastened to my uncle's
study to deliver her message.
I found him alone: he was seated at the table, looking over a long roll
of parchment. He was much displeased at the interruption, and reproved
me in a stern voice for disobeying his positive orders; and, by way of
conciliation, I repeated my errand.
"Tell that woman," he cried, in a voice hoarse with emotion, "that I
_will not_ see her! nor any one belonging to her."
"The mystery thickens," thought I. "What can all this mean?"
On re-entering the office, I found the old woman huddled up in her wet
clothes, in the same dejected attitude in which I had left her. When I
addressed her, she raised her head with a fierce, menacing gesture. She
evidently mistook me for Mr. Moncton, and smiled disdainfully on
perceiving her error. When I repeated his answer, it was received with
a bitter and derisive laugh.
"He will not see me?"
"I have given you my uncle's answer."
"_Uncle!_" she cried, with a repetition of the same horrid laugh. "By
courtesy, I suppose; I was not aware that there was another shoot of
that accursed tree."
I gazed upon her like one in a dream. The old woman drew a slip of
paper from her bosom, bidding me convey _that_ to my _worthy_ uncle,
and ask him, in her name, "whether he, or his son, _dared_ to refuse
admittance to the bearer."
I took the billet from her withered hand, and once more proceeded to
the study. As I passed through the passage, an irresistible impulse of
curiosity induced me to glance at the paper, which was unsealed, and my
eye fell upon the following words, traced in characters of uncommon
beauty and delicacy:
"If Robert Moncton refuses to admit my claims, and to do me
justice, I will expose his villainy, and his son's heartless
desertion, to the world.
"A. M."
I had scarcely read the mysterious billet than I felt that I had done
wrong. I was humbled and abashed in my own eyes, and the riddle
appeared as difficult of solution as ever. My uncle's voice sounded as
ominously in my ears as the stroke of a death-bell, as he called me
sharply by name. Hastily refolding the note, I went into his study, and
placed it on the table before him, with an averted glance and trembling
hand. I dreaded lest his keen, clear eye should read guilt in my
conscious face. Fortunately for me, he was too much agitated himself to
notice my confusion. He eagerly clutched the paper, and his aspect grew
dark as he perused it.
"Geoffrey," said he, and his voice, generally so clear and passionless,
sunk into a choking whisper, "Is that woman gone?"
"No, uncle, she is still there, and dares you to refuse her
admittance."
I had thought Robert Moncton icy and immovable--that his blood never
flowed like the blood of other men. I had deceived myself. Beneath the
snow-capped mountain, the volcano conceals its hottest fires. My
uncle's cold exterior was but the icy crust that hid the fierce
passions which burnt within his breast. He forgot my presence in the
excitement of the moment, and the stern unfeeling eye blazed with lurid
fire.
"Fool!--madman--insane idiot!" he cried, tearing the note to pieces,
and trampling on the fragments in his ungovernable rage: "how have you
marred your own fortune, destroyed your best hopes, and annihilated all
my plans for your future advancement!"
Suddenly he became conscious of my presence, and glancing at me with
his usual iron gravity, said, with an expression of haughty
indifference, as if my opinion of his extraordinary conduct was matter
of no importance,
"Geoffrey, go and tell that mad-woman--But no. I will go myself."
He advanced to the door, seemed again irresolute, and finally bade me
show her into the study. Dinah North rose with alacrity to obey the
summons, and for a person of her years, seemed to possess great
activity of mind and body. I felt a secret loathing for the hag, and
pitied my uncle the unpleasant conference which I was certain awaited
him.
Mr. Moncton had resumed his seat in his large study chair, and he rose
with such calm dignity to receive his unwelcome visitor, that his late
agitation appeared a delusion of my own heated imagination.
Curiosity was one of my besetting sins. Ah, how I longed to know the
substance of their discourse; for I felt a mysterious presentiment that
in some way or another, my future destiny was connected with this
stranger. I recalled the distress of Harrison, the dark hints he had
thrown out respecting me, and his evident knowledge, not only of the
old woman, but of the purport of her visit.
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