No More Learning

The austerity of L ady E dgarmond, the tedium of a small
country town, had cruelly misled her, as to the k indness,
the true nobility to be found in the country she had aban-
doned: unluck ily she now became attached to it under
such circumstances that it would have been better for her
own peace had she never been untaught her dislik e.
CH A PTE R I V .
The bank er' s family, who were for ever studying how to
prove their friendship, pressed Corinne to see Mrs. S iddons
perform I sabella, in the F atal Marriage, one of the char-
acters in which that great actress best displayed her ad-
mirable genius. Corinne refused for some time: at last
she remembered that L ord N evil had often compared her
manner of recitation with that of Mrs. S iddons; she was
therefore anx ious to see her, and, thick ly veiled, went to
a small box , whence she could see all, herself unseen.
S hek newnotifO swaldwasinL ondon,butfearedtobe
recognised by any one who might have met her in I taly.
The commanding beauty and deep sensibility of the heroine
so rivetted her attention, that, during the earliest acts, her
eyes were never turned from the stage.
E nglish declamation is better calculated than any other
to touch the soul, especially when such fine talents give it
all its power and originality. I t is less artificial, less con-
ventional, than that of F rance. The impressions produced
are more immediate-- for thus would true despair ex press
itself: the plots and versification of E nglish dramas too
are less remote from real life, and their effect more heart-
rending. I t req uires far higher genius to become a great actor
in F rance, so little liberty being left to individual manner,
so much influence attached to general rules (4); but in
E ngland you may risk any thing, if inspired by nature
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The long groans that appear ridiculous if described, mak e
those shudder who hear them. Mrs. S iddons, the most
nobly mannered woman who ever adorned a theatre, lost
none of her dignity by prostrating herself on the earth.
There is no action but may become graceful, if prompted
by an impulse, which rises from the depths of the breast,
and lords it over the mind which conceives it, still more
than over its witnesses. V arious nations have their
different styles of tragic acting, but the ex pression of
grief is understood from one end of the world to the other;
and, from the savage to the k ing, there is some similarity
between all men while they are really suffering.
B etween the fourth and fifth acts, Corinne observed
that all eyes were turned towards a box , in which she be-
held L ady E dgarmond and her daughter: she could not
doubt that it was L ucy, much as the last seven years had
embellished her form. The death of a rich relation had
obliged L ady E dgarmond to visit L ondon, and settle the
succession of his fortune. L ucy was more dressed than
usual * ; and it was long since so beauteous a girl had been
seen, even in E ngland, where the women are so lovely.
Corinne felt a melancholy surprise: she thought it impossible
for O swald to resist that countenance. O n comparing herself
with her sister she was so conscious of her own inferiority,
that she ex aggerated (if such ex aggeration be possible) the
charm of that fair complex ion, those golden curls, and in-
nocent blue eyes -- that image of life' s spring! S he felt
almost degraded in setting her own mental acq uirements in
competition with gifts thus lavished by H eaven itself.
S uddenly, in an opposite box , she perceived L ord N evil,
whose gaze was fix ed on L ucy. W hat a moment for
Corinne! S he once more beheld that face, for which she
had so long searched her memory every instant, as if the
image could be effaced -- she beheld it again -- absorbed
by the beauty of another. O swald could not guess the
presence of Corinne; but if his eyes had even wandered
* I f E nglishwomen ever do go into public immediately after the death of a
near relation, it must be in deep mourning. Corinne saw these wonders very
plainly, considering that L ady E dgarmond and L ucy sat on the same side of the
house with herself; which must have been the case, by her calling O swald' s an
opposite box . -- Th.
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towards her, she might, from such a chance, have drawn
a happy omen.
Mrs. S iddons re-appeared, and L ord N evil look ed but
on her. Corinne breathed again, trusting that mere cu-
riosity had drawn his glance towards L ucy. The tragedy
became every moment more affecting; and the fair girl
was bathed in tears, which she strove to conceal, by re-
tiring to the back of her box . N evil noticed this with
increased interest. A t last the dreadful instant came
when I sabella, laughing at the fruitless efforts of- those
who would restrain her, stabs herself to the heart. That
despairing laugh is the most difficult and powerful effect
which tragic acting can produce; its bitter irony moves
one to more than tears. H ow terrible must be the suffer-
ing that inspires so barbarous a j oy, and, in the sight of
our own blood, feels the ferocious pleasure that one might
ex perience when tak ing full revenge upon some savage
foe. I t was evident that L ucy' s agitation had alarmed
her mother, who turned anx iously towards her. O swald
rose, as if he would have flown to them; but he soon
reseated himself, and Corinne felt some relief; yet she
sighed,-- " My sister L ucy, once so dear to me, has a
feeling heart; why should 1 then wish to deprive her of a
blessing she may enj oy without impediment, without any
sacrifice on O swald' s part? "
W hen the play concluded, Corinne stayed until the
parties who were leaving the house had gone, that she
might avoid recognition: she concealed herself near the
door of her box , where she could see what passed near
her. A s soon as L ucy came out, a crowd assembled to
look on her; and ex clamations in praise of her beauty were
heard from all sides, which greatly embarrassed her: the
infirm L ady E dgarmond was ill able to brave the throng,
in spite the cares of her child, and the politeness shown
them both; but they k new no one, therefore no gentleman
dared accost them. L ord N evil, seeing their situation,
hastened to offer each an arm. L ucy, blushing and
downcast, availed herself of this attention. They passed
elose by Corinne, whom O swald little suspected of wit-
nessing a sight so painful: he was proud of thus escort-
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? S I 8 corinne; or italy.
ing one of the handsomest girls in E ngland through the
numerous admirers who followed her steps. *
CHAPTER V.
Corinne returned to her dwelling in cruel disq uiet;
k nowing what steps to tak e, how to apprise N
arrival, nor what to say in defence of her motives;
not
evil of her
for
every instant decreased her confidence in his love: some-
times it seemed as if the man she sought to see again were
some passionately beloved stranger, who could not even
recognise her. S he sent to his house the nex t evening,
and was informed that he had gone to L ady E dgarmond' s;
the same answer was brought her on the following day,
with tidings that her L adyship was ill, and would return
to N orthumberland on her recovery. Corinne waited
for her removal ere she let O swald k now she was in E
land. E very evening she walk ed by her stepmother'
residence, and saw his carriage at its door. A n in-
ng-
s
ex pressible oppression seized on her heart; yet she daily
persevered, and daily received the same shock . S he erred,
however, in supposing that O swald was there as the suitor
of L ucy.
A s he led L ady E dgarmond to her carriage, after the
play, she told him that Corinne was concerned in the
will of their late k insman; and begged that he would
write to I taly on the arrangements made in this affair.
A s O swald promised to call, he fancied he felt the
hand of L ucy tremble. Corinne' s silence persuaded
him that he was no longer dear to her; and the emo-
tion of this young girl gave him the idea that she was
interested in him. Y et he thought not of break ing his
* I f so scrupulous a person as L ady E dgarmond would tak e her daughter to
a theatre without male protection, she could not, fortunately, have been ex -
posed to all these annoyances. O ur private box es are few. E ach side has its
own passage and staircase. O swald might mak e his way from one to the other;
but if all the individuals on one side left, the house as soon as the tragedy con.
eluded, they could not, after q uitting their box es, be thus seen by the parties
opposite. 1 have vainly endeavoured to clear this obscurity Tu.
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promise to Corinne: the ring she held was a pledge that
he would never marry another without her consent. H e
sought her stepmother nex t day, merely on her account;
but L ady E dgarmond was so ill, and her daughter so un-
easy at finding herself in L ondon without another relative
near her, without even k nowing to what physician she
should apply, that, in duty to the friends of his father,
O swald felt he ought to devote his time to their service.
The cold, proud L ady E dgarmond had never softened so
much as she did now; letting him visit her every day
without his having said a word that could be construed
into a proposal for her daughter, whose beauty, rank , and
fortune rendered her one of the first matches in E ngland.
S ince her appearance in public, her address had been
eagerly enq uired, and her door besieged by the nobility;
yet her mother went no where, -- received no one but L ord
N evil. Could he avoid feeling flattered by this silent and
delicate generosity, which trusted him without conditions,
without complaint? yet every time he went did he fear
that his presence would be interpreted into an engagement.
H e would have ceased to go thither as soon as Corinne' s
business was settled; but that L ady E dgarmond under-
went a relapse, more dangerous than her first attack ; and
had she died, L ucy would have had no friend beside her
but himself. S he had never breathed a word that could
assure him of her preference; yet he fancied he detected
it in the light but sudden changes of her cheek , the abrupt
fall of her lashes, and the rapidity of her breathing. H e stu-
died her young heart with tender interest; and her reserve
left him always uncertain as to the nature of her sen-
timents. The highest eloq uence of passion cannot entirely
satisfy the fancy: we desire something beyond it; and
not finding that, must either cool or sate; while the faint
light which we perceive through clouds, long k eeps our
curiosity in suspense, and seems to promise a whole future
of new discoveries: this ex pectation is never gratified;
for when we k now what all this mystery hid, its charm
is gone, and we awak e to regret the candid impulses of a
more animated character. H ow then can we prolong the
heart' s enchantment, since doubt and confidence, rapture
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and misery, alik e destroy it in the end? These heavenly
j oys belong not to our fate; they never cross our path,
save to remind us of our immortal origin and hopes.
L ady E dgarmond was better; and talk ed of departing,
in two days, for her estate in S cotland, near that of L ord
N evil, whither he had purposed going before the embark -
ation of his regiment: she anticipated his proposing to
accompany her, but he said nothing. L ucy gazed on him
in silence for a moment, then hastily rose, and went to
the window: on some pretex t N evil shortly followed her,
and fancied that her lids were wet with tears: he sighed,
and the forgetfulness of which he had accused Corinne
returning to his memory, he ask ed himself whether this
young creature might not prove more capable of constant
love? H e wished to atone for the pain he had inflicted.
I t is delightful to rek indle smiles on a countenance so
nearly infantine. Grief is out of place, where even re-
flection has yet left no trace. There was to be a review
in H yde Park on the morrow; he therefore entreated
L ady E dgarmond to drive there with her daughter, and
afterwards permit his tak ing a ride with L ucy beside her
carriage. Miss E dgarmond had once said that she greatly
wished to mount a horse, and look ed at her mother with
appealing submission: after a little deliberation, the in-
valid held out her wasting hand to O swald, saying, -- " I f
you req uest it, my L ord, I consent. " These words so alarmed
him, that he would have abandoned his own proposal; but
that L ucy, with a vivacity she had never before betrayed,
took her mother' s hand, and k issed it gratefully. H
not the courage to deprive an innocent being, who led so
lonely a life, of an amusement she so much desired.
CH A PTE R V I .
F or a fortnight Corinne had endured the severest anx
every morning she hesitated whether she should write to
e had
iety;
O swald; every evening she had the inex pressible grief of
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k nowing that he was with L ucy. H er sufferings made
lier daily more timid: she blushed to think that he
might not approve the step she had tak en. " Perhaps,"
she often said, " all thought of I taly is banished from
his breast: he no longer needs in woman a gifted mind
or an impassioned heart; all that can please him now
is the angelic beauty of six teen, the fresh and diffident
soul that consecrates to him its first emotions. " H er
imagination was so strick en with the advantages of her
young sister that she was abashed, disarmed, depreciatingly
disgusted with herself. Though not yet eight-and-twenty,
she had already reached that era when women sadly dis-
trust their power to please. H er pride and j ealousy con-
tending, made her defer from day to day the dreaded yet
desired moment of her meeting with O swald. S he learnt
that his regiment would be reviewed, and resolved on being
present. S he thought it probable that L ucy would be
there; if so, she would trust her own eyes to j udge the
state of N evil' s heart. A t first she thought of dressing
herself with care, and suddenly appearing before him; but
at her toilet, her black hair, her sk in slightly embrowned by
the I talian sun, her prominent features, all discouraged her.
S he remembared the ethereal aspect of her sister; and,
throwing aside her rich array, assumed a black V enetian
garb, covered her head and figure with the mantle worn in
that country, and threw herself into a coach. I n H yde
Park she found groups of gentlemen, attired with simple
elegance, escorting their fair and modest ladies. The
virtues proper to each sex seemed thus to meet. S carcely
was she there ere she beheld O swald at the head of his
corps: its men look ed up to him with confidence and de-
votion. The uniform lent him a more imposing air than
usual, and he reined his charger with perfectly graceful
dex terity. The band played pieces of music at once proud
and sweet, which seemed nobly enj
life: among them " God save the K
hearts; and Corinne ex claimed, "
oining the sacrifice of
ought to be my own! why did I ever leave thee? W
matters more or less of personal fame, amid so much true
Y
ing," so dear to E
R espected land!
nglish
which
hat
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merit? and what glory could eq ual that of being called
L ord N evil' s worthy wife? "
The martial instruments recalled to her mind the perils
he must brave so soon. Unseen by him she gazed through
her tears, sighing, " O h, may he live, though it be not for
me! My God! it is O swald only I implore thee to
preserve! " A t this moment L ady E dgarmond' s carriage
drove up. N evil bowed respectfully, and lowered the point
of his sword. N o one who look ed on L ucy but admired
her: O swald' s glances pierced the heart of Corinne: she
k new their meaning well, for such had once been bent on
her. The horses he had lent to L ady E dgarmond passed
to and fro with ex q uisite speedy while the eq uipage of
Corinne was drawn after these flying coursers almost as
slowly as a hearse. " I t was not thus," she thought,
" that I approached the Capitol: no; he has dashed me
from my car of triumph into an abyss of misery. I love
him, and the j oys of life are lost. I love him, and the
gifts of nature fade. Pardon him, oh, my God! when I
am gone. " O swald was now close to her vehicle. The
I talian dress caught his eye, and he rode round, in hopes
of beholding the face of this unk nown. H er heart beat
violently; and all her fear was that she should faint and
be discovered; but she restrained her feelings; and L ord
N evil relinq uished the idea which beset him. W hen the
review was over, to avoid again attracting his attention, she
alighted, and retired behind the trees, so as not to be observed.
O swald then went up to L ady E dgarmond, and showed
her a very gentle horse, which his servants had brought
thither for L ucy: her mother bade him be very careful
of her. H e dismounted, and, hat in hand, conversed
through the carriage door with so feeling an ex pression,
that Corinne could attribute this regard for the mother to
nothing less than an attachment for the daughter. L ucy
left the carriage: a riding habit charmingly defined the
elegant outline of her figure: she wore a black hat with
white plumes,-- her fair silk en lock s floating airily about
her smiling face. O swald placed his hand as her step:
she had ex pected this service from a domestic, and blushed
at receiving it from him; but he insisted, and, at last, she
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set her little foot in his hand, then sprung so lightly to
her saddle, that she seemed one of those sylphid shapes
which fancy paints in colours so delicate. S he set off at a
gallop. O swald followed, never losing sight of her: once the
horse made a false step: he instantly check ed it, ex amining
the bit and bridle with the most k ind solicitude. S hortly
afterwards the animal ran away. O swald turned pale as
death, spurring his own steed to an incredible fleetness; in
a second he overtook that of L ucy, leaped from his seat,
and threw himself before her. S he shuddered in her turn
lest she should harm him; but with one hand he seized her
rein, supporting her with the other, as she gently leant
against him.
W hat more needed Corinne to convince her of O swald' s
love for L ucy?
Did she not see all the signs of interest
which formerly he lavished on herself? N ay, to her
eternal despair, did she not read in his eyes a more re-
vering deference than he had ever shown to her? Twice
she drew the ring from her finger, and was ready to break
through the crowd, that she might throw it at his feet: the
hope of dying in this effort encouraged her resolution; but
where is the woman, even born beneath a southern sk y,
who does not tremble at attracting the attention of a
crowd? S he was returning to her coach; and, as she crossed
a somewhat deserted walk , O swald again noticed the black
figure he before had seen; and it now made a stronger
impression on him than at first: he attributed his emotion
to remorse, at having, for the first time, felt his heart
faithless to the image of Corinne; yet he resolved on start-
ing for S cotland, as his regiment was not to embark for
some time.
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CH A PTE R V I I .
F rom this moment Corinne' s reason was affected, and her
strength decayed. S he began a letter to L ord N evil, full
of bitter upbraidings, and then tore it up. " W hat avail
reproaches ? " she thought: " could love be the most pure,
most generous of our sentiments, if it were not involuntary?
A nother face, another voice, command the secret of his
heart: all is said that can be said. " S he began a
new letter, depicting the monotony he would find in an
union with L ucy; essayed to prove that without a perfect
harmony of soul and mind no happiness could last; but
she destroyed this paper more hastily than the other.
" I f he already k nows not my opinions, I
him now," she said; " besides, ought I
my sister? is she so greatly my inferior as I
cannot teach
to speak thus of
think ? and,
if she be, is it for me, who, lik e a mother, pressed her in
childhood to my heart, to point out her deficiencies? no,
no! we must not thus value our own inclinations above all
price. This life, full as it is of wishes, must have end;
and even before death meditation may wean us from its
selfishness. " O nce more she resumed her pen, to tell but
of her misery; yet, in ex pressing it, she felt such pity for
herself, that her tears flowed over every word. " N o,"
she said again, "
should hate him;
be by a sacrifice?
I cannot send this: if he resisted it, I
if he yielded, how k now I but it would
even after which he would be haunted
by the memory of another. I had better see him, speak
with him, and return his ring. " S he folded it in paper, on
which she only wrote, " Y ou are free; " and, putting it in
her bosom, awaited the evening ere she could approach.
I n open day she would have blushed before all she met;
and yet she sought to anticipate the moment of his visit to
L ady E dgarmond. A t six o' clock , therefore, she set forth,
trembling lik e a condemned criminal, -- we so much fear
those we love, when once our confidence is lost. The ob-
j ect of a passionate affection is in the eyes of woman,
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either her surest protector or most dreaded master. Co-
rinne stopped her eq
a hesitating voice ask
but the man replied, --
an hour ago, madam. "
uipage at L ord N evil' s door, and in
ed the porter if he was at home;
" My L ord set out for S cotland half
This intelligence pressed heavily
on her heart: she had shrunk from the thought of meeting
O swald, but her soul had surmounted that inex pressible
emotion. The effort was made: she believed herself about
to hear, his voice, and now must tak e some new resolution
ere she could regain it; wait some days longer, and stoop
to one step more. Y et, at all hazards, she must see him
again; and the nex t day she departed for S cotland.
CH A PTE R V I I I .
E re q uitting L ondon, N evil again called on his agents;
and, on finding no letter from Corinne, bitterly ask ed
himself if he ought to give up the certainty of permanent
domestic peace for one who perhaps no longer remembered
him. Y et he decided on writing once more, to enq uire
the cause of this silence, and assure her, that, till she sent
back his ring, he would never be the husband of another.
H e completed his j ourney in a very gloomy mood, loving
L ucy almost unconsciously, for he had, as yet, scarcely
heard her speak twenty words -- yet regretting Corinne,
and the circumstances which separated him from her, by
fits yielding to the innocent beauty of the one, and re-
tracing the brilliant grace or sublime eloq uence of the
other. H ad he but k nown that Corinne loved him better
than ever, that she had q uitted every thing to follow him,
he would never have seen L ucy more; but he believed him-
self forgotten, and told his heart that a cool manner might
oft conceal deep feelings. H e was deceived. I mpassioned
spirits must betray themselves a thousand ways: that
which can always be controlled must needs be weak .
A nother event added to his interest in L ucy. I n re-
turning to his estates he passed so near her mother' s, that
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curiosity urged him to visit it. H e ask ed to be shown the
room in which Miss E dgarmond usually studied: it was
filled by remembrances of the time his father had passed
there during his own absence in F rance. O n the spot
where, a few months before his death, the late L ord N evil
had given her lessons, L ucy had erected a marble pedestal,
on which was graven, " To the memory of my second
father. " A book lay on the table. O swald opened it, and
found a collection of his father' s thoughts, who in the first
page had written, " To her who has solaced me in my
sorrows; the maid whose angelic soul will constitute the
glory and happiness of her'
O swald read these lines!
vered dead was so warmly ex
husband. " W ith what emotion
in which the opinion of the re-
pressed. H e interpreted L ucy' s
silence on this subj ect into a delicacy which feared to ex -
tort his vows by any idea of duty. " I t was she, then/'
he cried, " who softened the pangs I dealt him; and shall
I desert her while her mother is dying, and she has no
comforter but myself? A h, Corinne! brilliant and admired
as thou art, thou dost not, lik e L ucy, stand in need of one
devoted friend! " A las! she was no longer brilliant, no
longer admired, wandering from town to town, without
overtak ing the being for whom she had lost all, and whom
she could not forget. S he was tak en ill at an inn half way
between L ondon and E dinburgh, and, in spite of all her
efforts, unable to continue her j ourney. S he often thought,
during her long nights of suffering, that if she died there,
none but Theresina would k now the name to inscribe upon
her tomb. W hat a changed fate for the woman who could
not leave her house in I
taly without being followed by a
host of worshippers? W hy should one single feeling thus
despoil a whole life? A fter a week of intense agony, she
resumed her route: so many painful fears mingled with
the hope of seeing O swald, that her ex pectation was but a
sad anx iety. S he designed to rest a few hours on her
father' s land, where his tomb had been erected, never
having been there since; indeed, she only spent one month
on this estate with L ord E dgarmond, the happiest portion
of her stay in E ngland. These recollections inspired her
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with a wish to revisit their scene. S he k new not that her
stepmother was there already. S ome miles from the
house, perceiving that a carriage had been overturned, she
stopped her own, and saw an old gentleman ex tricated from
that which had brok en down, much alarmed by the shock .
Corinne hurried to his assistance, and offered him a share
of her conveyance to the neighbouring town: he accepted
it gratefully, announcing himself as Mr. Dick son: she re-
membered that N evil had often mentioned that name, and
directed the conversation to the only subj ect which inter-
ested her in life. Mr. Dick son was the most willing gossip
in the world; and ignorant who his companion was, be-
lieved her an E nglish lady, with no private interest in the
q uestions she ask ed, therefore told her all he k new most
minutely: her attentions had conciliated him; and, in return,
he trusted that his confidence might entertain her. H e
described how he had informed L ord N evil of his parent' s
wishes, and repeated an ex tract from the late lord' s letter,
often ex claiming, " H e ex pressly forbade O swald' s mar-
riage with this I talian, -- and they cannot brave his will
without insulting his memory. " Mr. Dick son added, that
O swald loved L ucy, was beloved by her; that her mother
strongly desired their union, but that this foreign engage-
ment prevented it. " H ow! " said Corinne, striving to
disguise her agitation: " do you think that the sole barrier
to his happiness with Miss E dgarmond ? " -- " I am sure
of it," he answered, delighted with her enq uiries. " I t is
butthreedayssinceL ordN evilsaidtome,' I fI were
free, I would marry L ucy. ' " -- " I f he were free! " sighed
Corinne. A t that moment the carriage stopped at the
hotel to which she had promised Mr. Dick son her escort.
H e thank ed her, and begged to k now where he might see
her again. S he wrung his hand, without power to speak ,
and left him. L ate as it was, she resolved that evening to
visit the grave of her father. The disorder of her mind
rendered this sacred pilgrimage more necessary than ever.
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CH A PTE R I X .
L ady E dgarmond had been two days on her estate, where,
that night, she had invited all her neighbours and tenants;
and there was O swald with L ucy, when Corinne arrived.
S he saw many carriages in the avenue; and alighted on
the spot where her father had once treated her with such
tenderness. W hat a contrast between those days, when
she had thought herself so unfortunate, and her present
situation! Thus are we punished for our fancied woes, by
real calamities, which but too well teach us what true
sorrow means. Corinne bade her servant ask the cause of
all this light and bustle. A domestic replied, " L ady E d-
garmond gives a ball to-night; which my master, L ord
N evil, has opened with the heiress. " Corinne shuddered;
but a painful curiosity prompted her to approach the place
where so much misery threatened her; and motioning for
her people to withdraw, she entered the open gates alone:
the obscurity permitted her to walk the park unseen. I t
was ten o' clock . O swald had been L ucy' s partner in those
E nglish country dances, which they recommence five or six
times in the evening, -- the same gentleman always dancing
with the same lady, and the greatest gravity sometimes
reigning over this party of pleasure. L ucy danced nobly,
but without vivacity. The feeling which absorbed her
added to her natural seriousness: as the whole county
was inq uisitive to k now whether she loved O swald, the
unusually observant look s she met prevented her ever
raising her eyes to his; and her embarrassment was such,
that she could scarcely hear or see any thing. This deeply
affected him at first; but as it never varied, he soon began
to weary a little; and compared this long range of men and
women, and their monotonous music, with the animated
airs and graceful dances of I taly. These reflections plunged
him into a reverie; and Corinne might yet have tasted
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some moments of happiness could she have guessed his
thoughts; but, lik e a stranger on her paternal soil, alow,
though so near the man she had hoped to call her husband,
she roved at hazard through the dark walk s of grounds she
once might have deemed her own. The earth seemed fail-
ing beneath her feet; and the fever of despair alone sup-
plied her with strength: perhaps she might meet O swald
in the garden, she thought, though scarce k nowing what
she now desired.
The mansion was built on an eminence; a river ran at
its base; there were many trees on one bank ; the other was
formed of rock s, covered with briars. Corinne drew near
the water, whose murmur blended with the distant music:
the gay lamps were reflected on its surface ; while the pale
light of the moon alone irradiated the wilds on the oppo-
site side. S he thought of H amlet, in which a spectre
wanders round the festal palace. O ne step, and this for-
sak en woman might have found eternal oblivion. " To-
morrow," she cried, " when he strays here with a band of
j oyous friends, if his triumphant steps encountered the
remains of her who was once so dear to him, would he not
suffer something lik e what I
grief avenge me? yet, no, no!
seek in death, only repose. "
bear now? would not his
it is not vengeance I would
S ilently she contemplated this
stream, flowing in rapid regularity: fair nature! better
ordered than the human soul. S he remembered the day
on which N evil had saved the drowning man. " H ow
good he was then ! " she wept forth, " and may be still:
why blame him for my woes? he may not guess them --
perhaps if he could see me " S he determined, in the
midst of this fete, to demand a moment' s interview with
L ord N evil; and walk ed towards the house, under the
impulse of a newly adopted decision, which succeeds to
long uncertainty; but, as she approached it, such a tremor
seized her, that she was obliged to sit down on a stone
bench which faced the windows. The throng of rustics,
assembled to look in upon the dancers, prevented her being
seen. O swald, at this moment, came to a balcony, to
breathe the fresh evening air. S ome roses that grew there
reminded him of Corinne' s favourite perfume, and he
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started. This long entertainment tired him, accustomed as
he had been to her good taste and intelligence; and he felt
that it was only in domestic life he could find pleasure
with such a companion as L ucy. A ll that in the least
degree belonged to the world of poetry and the fine arts
bade him regret Corinne. W hile he was in this mood, a
fellow-guest j oined him, and his adorer once more heard
him speak . W hat inex plicable sensations are awak er. ed
by the voice we love! W hat a confusion of softness
and of dread! There are impressions of such force, that
our poor feeble nature is terrified at itself, while we ex pe-
rience them.
" Don' t you think this a charming ball? " ask ed the
gentleman. -- " Y es," returned O swald,abstractedly, " yes,
indeed ! " and he sighed. That sigh, that melancholy tone,
thrilled Corinne' s heart with j oy. S he thought herself
secure of regaining his, of again being understood by
him, and rose, precipitately, to bid a servant call L ord
N evil: had she obeyed her inclination, how different had
been the destiny of both! B ut at that instant L ucy
came to the window; and seeing through the dark ness of
the garden a female simply drest in white, her curiosity
was k indled. S he leant forward, and gazed attentively,
believing that she recognised the features of her sister,
who, she thought, had been for seven years dead. The
terror this sight caused her was so great that she fainted.
E very one hastened to her aid: Corinne could find no
servant to bear her message, and withdrew into deeper
shade, to avoid remark .
L ucy dared not disclose what had alarmed her; but as
her mother had, from infancy, instilled into her mind the
strongest sense of devotion, she was persuaded that the
image of her sister had appeared, gliding before her to
their father' s tomb, as if to reproach her for holding a fete
in that scene ere she had fulfilled her sacred duty to his
honoured dust: as soon as she was secure from observation,
she left the ball. Corinne, astonished at seeing her alone
in the garden, imagined that O swald soon would follow her,
and that perhaps he had besought a private meeting to ob-
tain her leave for naming his suit to her mother. This
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