“There!you see!” cried Mary in an ecstasy, “just as I said!Heir to Sir Walter Elliot!I was sure that would come out, if it was so.Depend upon it, that is a circumstance which his servants take care to publish,wherever he goes. But, Anne,only conceive how extraordinary!I wish I had looked at him more.I wish we had been aware in time, who it was,that he might have been introduced to us.What a pity that we should not have been introduced to each other!Do you think he had the Elliot countenance?I hardly looked at him, I was looking at the horses;but I think he had something of the Elliot countenance,I wonder the arms did not strike me!Oh!the great-coat was hanging over the panel,and hid the arms, so it did; otherwise, I am sure,I should have observed them, and the livery too;if the servant had not been in mourning,one should have known him by the livery.”
“Putting all these very extraordinary circumstances together,” said Captain Wentworth,“we must consider it to be the arrangement of Providence,that you should not be introduced to your cousin.”
When she could command Mary’s attention,Anne quietly tried to convince her that their father and Mr Elliot had not,for many years, been on such terms as to make the power of attempting an introduction at all desirable.
At the same time, however,it was a secret gratification to herself to have seen her cousin,and to know that the future owner of Kellynch was undoubtedly a gentleman,and had an air of good sense. She would not,upon any account, mention her having met with him the second time;luckily Mary did not much attend to their having passed close by him in their earlier walk, but she would have felt quite ill-used by Anne’s having actually run against him in the passage, and received his very polite excuses, while she had never been near him at all; no, that cousinly little interview must remain a perfect secret.
“Of course,” said Mary,“you will mention our seeing Mr Elliot,the next time you write to Bath.I think my father certainly ought to hear of it;do mention all about him.”
Anne avoided a direct reply,but it was just the circumstance which she considered as not merely unnecessary to be communicated, but as what ought to be suppressed. The offence which had been given her father, many years back, she knew; Elizabeth’s particular share in it she suspected; and that Mr Elliot’s idea always produced irritation in both was beyond a doubt. Mary never wrote to Bath herself; all the toil of keeping up a slow and unsatisfactory correspondence with Elizabeth fell on Anne.
Breakfast had not been long over,when they were joined by Captain and Mrs Harville and Captain Benwick;with whom they had appointed to take their last walk about Lyme.They ought to be setting off for Uppercross by one,and in the meanwhile were to be all together,and out of doors as long as they could.
Anne found Captain Benwick getting near her,as soon as they were all fairly in the street.Their conversation the preceding evening did not disincline him to seek her again; and they walked together some time, talking as before of Mr Scott and Lord Byron, and still as unable as before, and as unable as any other two readers, to think exactly alike of the merits of either, till something occasioned an almost general change amongst their party, and instead of Captain Benwick, she had Captain Harville by her side.
“Miss Elliot,” said he, speaking rather low,“you have done a good deed in making that poor fellow talk so much.I wish he could have such company oftener.It is bad for him, I know, to be shut up as he is; but what can we do?We cannot part.”
“No,” said Anne, “that I can easily believe to be impossible;but in time, perhaps—we know what time does in every case of affliction,and you must remember, Captain Harville,that your friend may yet be called a young mourner—only last summer, I understand.”
“Ay, true enough,” (with a deep sigh) “only June.”
“And not known to him, perhaps, so soon.”
“Not till the first week of August,when he came home from the Cape,just made into the Grappler.I was at Plymouth dreading to hear of him;he sent in letters,but the Grappler was under orders for Portsmouth.There the news must follow him, but who was to tell it?not I. I would as soon have been run up to the yard-arm.Nobody could do it,but that good fellow” (pointing to Captain Wentworth).“The Laconia had come into Plymouth the week before;no danger of her being sent to sea again.He stood his chance for the rest;wrote up for leave of absence,but without waiting the return,travelled night and day till he got to Portsmouth,rowed off to the Grappler that instant,and never left the poor fellow for a week.That’s what he did,and nobody else could have saved poor James.You may think, Miss Elliot, whether he is dear to us!”
Anne did think on the question with perfect decision,and said as much in reply as her own feeling could accomplish,or as his seemed able to bear,for he was too much affected to renew the subject,and when he spoke again,it was of something totally different.
Mrs Harville’s giving it as her opinion that her husband would have quite walking enough by the time he reached home, determined the direction of all the party in what was to be their last walk; they would accompany them to their door, and then return and set off themselves. By all their calculations there was just time for this; but as they drew near the Cobb, there was such a general wish to walk along it once more, all were so inclined, and Louisa soon grew so determined, that the difference of a quarter of an hour, it was found, would be no difference at all; so with all the kind leave-taking, and all the kind interchange of invitations and promises which may be imagined, they parted from Captain and Mrs Harville at their own door, and still accompanied by Captain Benwick, who seemed to cling to them to the last, proceeded to make the proper adieus to the Cobb.
Anne found Captain Benwick again drawing near her.Lord Byron’s “dark blue seas” could not fail of being brought forward by their present view, and she gladly gave him all her attention as long as attention was possible. It was soon drawn, perforce another way.
There was too much wind to make the high part of the new Cobb pleasant for the ladies, and they agreed to get down the steps to the lower, and all were contented to pass quietly and carefully down the steep flight, excepting Louisa; she must be jumped down them by Captain Wentworth. In all their walks, he had had to jump her from the stiles; the sensation was delightful to her. The hardness of the pavement for her feet, made him less willing upon the present occasion; he did it, however. She was safely down, and instantly, to show her enjoyment, ran up the steps to be jumped down again. He advised her against it, thought the jar too great; but no, he reasoned and talked in vain, she smiled and said, “I am determined I will:” he put out his hands; she was too precipitate by half a second, she fell on the pavement on the Lower Cobb, and was taken up lifeless!There was no wound, no blood, no visible bruise;but her eyes were closed, she breathed not,her face was like death.The horror of the moment to all who stood around!
Captain Wentworth, who had caught her up,knelt with her in his arms,looking on her with a face as pallid as her own,in an agony of silence. “She is dead!she is dead!” screamed Mary, catching hold of her husband,and contributing with his own horror to make him immoveable;and in another moment, Henrietta,sinking under the conviction, lost her senses too,and would have fallen on the steps,but for Captain Benwick and Anne,who caught and supported her between them.
“Is there no one to help me?” were the first words which burst from Captain Wentworth,in a tone of despair,and as if all his own strength were gone.