 Section 33 of Mysteries of London, Volume 4. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Mysteries of London, Volume 4 by George W. Reynolds. The Dressmaker, A Love Story, Part 1. It was between nine and ten o'clock on a dark and rainy night in the month of November, 1834, that a young female, plainly but decently attired, was wending her way along Oxford Street. She had a large parcel beneath her cloak and this parcel she protected against the rain with the most jealous care, thinking more in fact of the object of her solicitude than of picking her path with sufficient nicety to enable her to avoid the puddles of water that were ankle deep in some parts of the pavement, but more especially at the crossings. For in sooth it was a bitter, bitter night, the windows of heaven appeared to be indeed opened and the rain fell in torrents. The street seemed to be positively covered in with an arcade of umbrellas on which the quick drops rattled down with the violence of hail. The young female whom I have mentioned had an umbrella, but she found it rather a difficult task to hold it comfortably with one hand while her left arm encircled as it were the precious parcel beneath her cloak. For the passengers in the streets of London are never over remarkable for their civility to each other, still less so on such a night as the one I am describing. The consequence was that there was an incessant struggle amongst the strong to push their umbrellas safely through the mass and amongst the weak to prevent their own umbrellas from being dragged out of their hands, but it naturally happened that the latter fared the worst. The young female was meek, timid, and unobtrusive. She only sought to be permitted to pursue her way in peace without being molested. For heaven knows she had not the least desire on her part to inconvenience the soul. But first some rude hulking fellow would thrust her against the houses almost through the shop windows, then if she moved over to the curb stone of the pavement she found herself speedily pushed into the mud. To pursue a middle course was impossible because the two streams of persons carrying umbrellas were the monopolists there, and so the young female began to lament the necessity which had sent her forth into the streets on such a night as this. At length she reached the iron gates leading into Hanover Square, and she rejoiced for she thought within herself that she had now got clear of the crowd and need entertained no farther apprehension of having the precious parcel knocked out of her hands. But just as she entered the square, a rude course fellow rushed against her as he was running hastily round the corner, and such was the violence of the concussion that the parcel was knocked from beneath her arm. The ruffian who had caused the accident burst into a ferocious laugh as if he had just performed a most humorous or clever feat and darted away. But the young female was disconsolate at what had occurred, and tears started into her eyes. Though bruised and hurt by the man's violence, she thought not of herself, she felt no pain, it was on account of the parcel that she was so deeply grieved. Hastily picking it up she hurried to the nearest lamp, and the moment she examined the packet beneath the gaslight she found her worst apprehensions confirmed. For the parcel contained a costly silk dress well wrapped up in brown paper, but the side on which it had fallen was dripping wet and covered with mud. Oh heavens, no food again tonight, exclaimed the young female aloud, for in her despair she paused not to notice whether she were noticed or overheard, and she was both noticed and overheard. And by a tall, handsome individual of gentlemanly appearance and muffled in a capacious cloak. He had issued from the nearest house at the moment the accident occurred, and perceiving the brutality of the encounter, though too late to prevent it or to chastise the perpetrator, he stood still to observe the young female, whose countenance as the rays of the lamp fell upon it, struck him as being remarkably beautiful. In that rapid survey, partial as it was by the flickering light, which was moreover dimmed by the mist of the falling rain, the stranger fancied that he perceived, independently of the despair at which that countenance now wore, a certain settled melancholy expression that at once riveted his interest and excited his sympathies. But when those words so terrible in their meaning, oh heavens, no food again tonight, fell upon his ears, he accosted the young female and said in a tone of respectful, though somewhat condescending pity, my poor girl, it appears that a sad accident has befallen you. The young woman, or rather girl, for she was not more than eighteen years of age, looked up into the face of the individual who thus addressed her, and perceiving that it was no insolent cox comb who spoke, she replied in a tone of deep melancholy, yes sir, it is to me a great misfortune. The stranger read or fancied he read an entire history in those few, and plaintively uttered words, how perhaps a young dressmaker had toiled to finish a particular piece of work in the hope of receiving instantaneous payment on taking it home. How the article had been thrown down, soiled, and rendered at least unfit to be delivered that night to its owner, even if it were not spoiled altogether, and how the poor girl had lost her only chance of obtaining the wherewith to procure a meal. Upon more closely, though still with great delicacy questioning the young female, the stranger found all his surmises to be correct, but she could not tell whether the silk dress were injured beyond redemption or not. In any case, she added still weeping bitterly, I shall tell the lady the truth when I take home the dress tomorrow. These words uttered with the most unquestionable sincerity, made a deep impression upon the gentleman who was addressing her, for they denoted an unsophisticated uprightness of character which augmented the interest he already felt in the poor young creature. And who is the lady you speak of, he inquired. The dowager, Martianess of Wilmington, was the reply. Ah, ejaculated the stranger. Then after a moment's pause, he said, pardon me young woman, for having asked you so many questions, but it has not been through motives of idle curiosity. Here is a small sum that will procure you immediate necessaries, and thrusting a coin into her hand, he hurried away. The deed took the poor girl completely by surprise, for although it has occupied me some time to relate, all that passed between her and the generous stranger, yet in reality their dialogue was of scarcely more than two minutes duration. And the dressmaker had not yet recovered from the grief into which the accident to her parcel had plunged her. When therefore the light of the lamp flashed upon a bright yellow coin, she could scarcely believe her eyes. She fancied that her benefactor had made a mistake and intended to give her a shilling. And then in spite of the cold night, the warm blood rushed to her cheeks at the idea of anyone treating her as a mendicant, for she had her little feelings of pride, poor though she were. But her next thought was that the stranger might really have intended to present her with a sovereign. And so strange a sentiment is, human pride even in the most virtuous bosoms her soul revolted, not from receiving that amount. And now, lest this circumstance should induce you to form an evil opinion of my heroine, I must inform you that it was no selfish nor avaricious feeling that made her draw a distinction between the gift of a shilling and that of a sovereign. But she had been tenderly and gentilily brought up, and the comparison which her mind drew was simply as between the alms that one would toss to a mendicant and the pecuniary aid which a delicate benevolence would administer to a person in temporary embarrassment. Of all these things she thought as she retraced her way along Oxford Street holding her umbrella with her right hand and with her left arm encircling the parcel more carefully than before. She came to the conclusion that the sovereign was not given by mistake, and she resolved to avail herself of the bounty which Providence itself had appeared to bestow upon her in the hour of her bitterest need. She thought of the little brother who was anxiously expecting her return and who had fared so scantily for the last few days, that little brother of only eight years old whom the sudden premature almost simultaneous death of their parents about two years previously had left so completely dependent upon her. As she drew near the street in which she lived, she stopped at the baker's where she was accustomed to deal and purchased some nice buns. And then she hurried on until she reached the house where in she rented a small back room on the third floor on entering the little chamber which though poorly furnished was very clean and neat. A beautiful boy with light brown curly hair and fine blue eyes but with cheeks somewhat pale sprang towards her exclaiming, oh dear sister Julia I am so glad you have come back for I cannot bear to be left alone so long. I have brought you something nice, Harry, said the kind girl smiling sweetly upon him, and she placed the bag containing the buns in his hand. Joy sparkled in his eyes, but in another moment he observed that his sister had brought back the parcel which he had opened and was carefully examining the silk dress to ascertain the amount of injury done to it. Throwing the cakes upon the table, the boy hastened to question her, but poor Julia could not answer him. Scalding tears were trickling down her cheeks, a suffocating grief filled her bosom, for she found to her dismay that the dress was completely spoiled. She sat down and gave full vent to her anguish, and the little Harry threw his arms round her neck and endeavored to console her. The flood of tears which she shed and the affectionate conduct of her little brother at length considerably soothed her, and the poor girl made up her mind to meet her misfortune with resignation. You are dripping wet, dear Julia, said Harry, and there is not a morsel of coal left, he added, looking at the miserable remnant of a fire which was fast extinguishing in the grate. Poor boy, you have been cold, exclaimed the dressmaker, not thinking of herself. No, dear Julia, he answered for I have been walking up and down the room to keep myself awake till you came back. I was only afraid that the candle would not last, nor would it many minutes longer, Harry cried Julia, starting from her seat. But do not be afraid, my dear little fellow, for I have plenty of money to buy all we want for the moment. A good kind gentleman took compassion upon me, and, and, she did not choose to say and gave me some money, for somehow or another her pure soul revolted from the idea that she had been the object of a limousinary benevolence on the part of a stranger. So, cutting the matter short, she kissed her little brother tenderly, bat him, eat his cakes, and promising to return in a few minutes, hurried away. She ordered up coals and wood from the nearest shed, thence she repaired to the grocers where she purchased a few articles, and lastly she sped to the bakers to buy bread. But the moment she entered this shop, the master rushed from behind the counter, seized her rudely, called her by many approprious names and raising an alarm, attracted the attention of a policeman who was passing by. The constable entered the shop and inquired the cause of the disturbance, but poor Julia had fainted, and she therefore heard not the charge that was made against her. When she came to her senses, she gazed wildly around, thinking that she had just awoke from a horrid dream, but alas it was all too true. She was seated in a chair in the middle of the shop, a policeman standing near her, and a gaping curious crowd collected at the door. Our young woman, said the officer, come along with me. Julia cast upon him a look so full of horror and amazement that the man's heart was for an instant touched. But being accustomed to endless varieties of imposter on the part of offenders, he speedily recovered the cold indifference so characteristic of his class, and said sternly, if not brutally, none of this nonsense, you must tramp off to the station house. But what have I done? What offense have I committed? asked Julia in a tone of the most pathetic entreaty. Oh, there must be some dreadful mistake in all this. No mistake at all, said the officer, and you'll know all about it in the morning when you go before the magistrate. The magistrate repeated the girl with the emphasis of despair, but my poor little brother, what will become of him? That's no business of mine, returned the constable, come along, and he dragged the half-painting Julia from the shop. A way to the nearest station house was the unhappy young woman, rather born, then conducted, and so stunned, so stupefied, was she by this sudden unaccountable and overwhelming misfortune that her tongue refused to give utterance to the questions which her suspense prompted her lips to frame. The station was close by, and thus was it that before she had leisure to recover from her bewilderment and terror, she found herself thrust into a dark cell, all dripping wet from head to foot as she was. When full consciousness returned and she was unable to look her misfortune in the face, she found that all the articles she had purchased at the grocers and all the remainder of her money were gone. Yet she could not possibly conceive on what charge she had been thus rudely treated, and her conscience inspired her with the hope that her complete innocence must become apparent in the morning. But the thought of her little brother excited the most painful sensations in her bosom, her heart was rent with pangs that seemed to threaten her very existence. The poor little fellow, she fancied she saw him sitting in the cold, lonely chamber crying bitterly at his sister's prolonged absence, and then a thousand fears haunted her, all distracting in the extreme. Might he not take it into his head to go out to look after her, he who was so ignorant of London, and then might he not be lost in the mazes of the mighty metropolis, and on a night when it would be almost death to him to wander about the flooded streets? Oh, all these fears, these thoughts were terrible, for she dearly loved her little brother, loved him perhaps the more affectionately, the more tenderly, because their orphaned condition rendered him so completely dependent upon her, and because he was so much attached to her, and his ways were so winning, his disposition so cheerful. In the midst of these harrowing meditations, a policeman opened the trap in the door of the cell and called her by name, Julia Murray. She answered in a faint and feeble tone, and the officer was about to close the trap, satisfied that his prisoner was not ill, nor had attempted suicide, when the young woman suddenly exclaimed, Stop one moment. Well, what is it? demanded the constable. In a few hurried words, Julia explained to him how she had a little brother expecting her return, how he would be overwhelmed with grief at her unaccountable absence, and how grateful she should feel if any one could be sent to inform the child that his sister would be certain to return in the morning. The constable, who was a kind-hearted man, promised that her request should be complied with, and he was about to depart when, a thought striking him, he said, But are you so sure, young woman, of getting off so easy as you imagine? The charge is a serious one, mind. The charge, she repeated, I do not even yet know what it is. Oh, that's all gammon, cried the constable, closing the trap abruptly, and now his opinion of the prisoner being that she was a hardened imposter, and had some sinister motive in view in sending a message to her lodgings, determined to trouble himself no more concerning the matter. It was, however, some consolation to the poor girl to believe that her commission would be duly executed, for though she had heard the officers unfeeling cutting observation relative to her ignorance of the accusation against her, she could not for an instant suppose that he would neglect to fulfill his promise regarding her little brother. But wearily, wearily passed away that night, not once did the poor dressmaker close her eyes, and she counted every hour that was proclaimed from the neighboring church clock, often saying to herself that never, never had time traveled with such leavened pace before. She had not tasted food for many hours, and yet she was not hungry, but she experienced a terrible faintness at the chest and an oppressiveness on the brain that at intervals made her mind wander. Her cloak was dripping wet when she had been locked up in her shoes, stockings, and the lower part of her dress were saturated, but she had thrown her cloak aside and her garments had dried upon her, and now she felt not positively cold, only a numbness in her limbs which gave her, however, no pain. At length the dull, misty wintry morning dawned upon the metropolis, the wall was still dark in her gloomy cell. Presently an officer entered and gave her a cup of hot coffee and a piece of bread. She asked him if the message had been sent to her brother, but he was not the same constable who had made the round of the cells at midnight and therefore knew nothing about the matter. Moreover, he was a stern, sulky man, and she dared not speak farther to him, much as she longed to ascertain the real nature of the charge against her. She drank the coffee which seemed to do her good, but she could not force a single mouthful of the bread down her throat, though the cravings of hunger now began to oppress her cruelly. But to use a common phrase, her heart ebbed against food, a couple of hours more passed away, and then the same policeman who had arrested her on the preceding evening came to conduct her to the police office. While they were proceeding thither, Julia inquired the nature of the charge against her, and she now learned for the first time that the coin which she had changed at the bakers and which she had believed to be a sovereign was only a guilt counter of a kind used at card tables in gentile society. She was cruelly shocked at this information and frankly and candidly explained to the office of the manor in which she had become possessed of it, but he only shook his head and seemed to put but little faith in her story. Julia was, however, too much absorbed in the vexation and ignominy she had thus been subjected to and was still enduring to notice the man's incredulity. But she clung to the hope that her tale would be believed by the magistrate before whom she was about to appear. It happened that the usual charges of drunkenness were just disposed of at the moment when the young female entered the court, and she was accordingly at once placed at the bar, the baker being already in attendance to prefer his charge against her. Notice he did in a plain and straightforward manner showing no ill feeling against the prisoner, but on the contrary alleging that he had always believed her to be a highly respectable, industrious and praiseworthy young woman until the present transaction took place. He added that he had given her into custody in a moment of irritation believing himself to have been duped, and that he should be truly delighted if she could make her innocence apparent. The courage was somewhat restored by the forebearing conduct of the baker, for her own good sense told her that the case was really one involving much unpleasant suspicion, and she now told her tale with an artlessness and sincerity that produced no inconsiderable effect upon the bench. Nevertheless, as the magistrate observed, it certainly appeared strange that a gentleman should have given her a guilt counter in mistake for a sovereign. Strange also that a mere stranger should have intended to bestow upon her a sovereign at all. The magistrate proceeded to state that the prisoner must be remanded in order that the gentleman of whom she spoke if her story were true might come forward upon seeing the report of the case in the newspapers and tender his evidence. Julia burst out into an agony of weeping when she heard that she must go to prison for a week, and the baker requested the magistrate to reconsider his decision. This appeal was however made in vain, but it was intimated that bail would be received for the prisoner's reappearance. The baker gave a whispered assurance to the unhappy girl that he would get two of his friends to become security for her, and this promise consoled her. When she was removed from the office on her way to a cell in the rear of the establishment, the baker told her that his wife had taken care of her brother, who had passed the night at their house, and he expressed his deep regret that he should have proceeded against her, and learned from her landlady that she was a young woman of most exemplary character. To be brief, the baker performed his promise of procuring bail for the prisoner, and at about two o'clock in the afternoon she was enabled to return home. Little Harry was speedily brought back to her by the baker's wife who had appeared, had bitterly reproached her husband on the preceding evening for his conduct towards Miss Murray, and with considerate kindness had at once sent for her brother, whom the good woman consoled with some plausible tale, accounting for his sister's absence. Jewel was not however happy, even though restored to liberty, for the charge still hung over her, and so much depended on the chance of the appearance of her unknown benefactor, who she still firmly believed had accidentally and most unintentionally given her the guilt counter, which had led to so much wretchedness and serious embarrassment. Her first care was now however to proceed to the house of the old Martianess of Wilmington with the silk dress which was completely spoiled, and Jewel's heart was heavy as she hurried along Oxford Street, the weather was dull and gloomy, but the rain had ceased, and the two streams of people flowed on in different directions without the hurry, bustle, and struggling that had prevailed on the preceding evening. Jewel's bosom palpitated nervously when she reached the spot where the accident had occurred, that accident to which her present sorrows might be traced. On reaching the house of that Martianess in Hanover Square, the poor girl was conducted into the presence of the dowager, a proud, stately dame, whose age exceeded fifty, but who endeavored by means of rouge, false hair, false teeth, and the appliances of the toilette to appear at least twenty years younger. Her ladyship was seated in a small but elegantly furnished parlor and was occupied in reading, no in skimming. The last new novel, which according to the usual fashion, had been carefully spun out into three volumes, though all the incidents it contained might with advantage have been condensed into one. At a beautiful little work table sat a lovely creature of two and twenty, with hair as dark as jet, fine, large black eyes, and a tall, symmetrical, but rather robust figure. On this very young lady's countenance there was a slight shade of melancholy, and her cheeks were somewhat pale, but apparently through a secret care and not ill health. This was Lady Caroline Journingham, the only daughter of the Martianess and consequently sister to the Marquis of Wilmington, her ladyship's only son. On entering the presence of these ladies, Jew, who had previously arranged in her own imagination the precise terms in which she proposed to tell a tale with a strict adherence to truth, forgot all her studied tasks, and became overwhelmed with confusion. The Martianess looked so stately, so prim, so queen-like in her department not to say positively all stew, that the poor girl was seized with vague apprehensions and unknown terrors as if she had committed a great and grievous fault. Lady Caroline, however, cast upon her a look of such kind encouragement and also of such significance that it almost struck Jew at the moment that the young patrician lady had foreknowledge of the disaster which had occurred to the dress. Yet how it was that possible, and as the absurdity of such an idea forced itself upon the girl's mind the instant after the idea itself was entertained, her confusion and embarrassment were increased, and she burst into tears. The dowager uttered an ejaculation of surprise, and Julia hastily wiping her eyes, cast an appealing glance. On Lady Caroline, who, to her relief and amazement, she beheld gazing upon her with an expression of reassurance and deep, almost tender interest. Encouraged by the evident graciousness of the young lady, Julia proceeded to open the parcel, and while so doing she began an explanation of the accident which had occurred to the dress. The countenance of the Marchioness to whom she glanced timidly, lowered and contracted. But Lady Caroline hastened to observe, in a kind and condescending manner, whatever has happened to the dress, Ms. Murray, I am confident my mother will attribute to a misfortune and to know blamable neglect on your part. Permit me to answer for myself, Lady Caroline, said the dowager in a tone of haughty remonstrance to her daughter, and with an austere look at the trembling Julia. Young woman, she continued, now addressing herself direct to the poor girl, you were recommended to me by Lady Lumley as an efficient, honest, careful and deserving person, one who, having been brought up tundally and by parents moving in a gentile sphere until the time of their deceased, was suddenly compelled to have her course to the needle to earn a subsistence. Under such circumstances and with this recommendation I sent for you, I agreed to give you a trial and as I perceived you have spoiled for me a dress that will cost me ten guineas to replace it. I admit my lady said to you that you have great cause to be dissatisfied, but heaven is my witness that it was an accident, and if your ladyship will permit me I will toil day and night until I shall have obtained the way with to make good the loss. No young woman observed the martianess somewhat mollified by the artlessness and respectful demeanor of Julia Murray, I cannot, being rich, oppress you, who are poor, all that I can do in the case is to decline giving you any further employment. You may retire, and having thus spoken with a sententious pomposity that would have become a statesman, the noble lady waved her hand authoritatively. Julia's eyes filled with tears, which nearly blinded her, so that she observed not how peculiar was the interest with which Lady Caroline Durningham was surveying her, but having vainly endeavored to stammer forth a few words, imploring a continuance of the patronage of the martianess she heard from the room. On the landing outside she paused for a few moments to wipe away the traces of tears from her countenance and somewhat composed herself, for she shrank from the idea of attracting unpleasant notice on the part of the lackeys lounging in the hall through which she must pass to reach the street door. Suddenly she felt a gentle touch upon the shoulder, for she had seated herself in a chair on the landing, being overcome with grief and physical exhaustion, and starting up she beheld Lady Caroline, standing by her side, hushed, said the fair patrician, placing her finger upon her lip and glancing towards the parlor door as much as to imply that she had stolen away from her mother's presence and would not have her motive suspected. Here my poor girl, take this, and when you require a friend, fear not to reply to me, but by letter remember in the first instance. Thus speaking Lady Caroline thrust five sovereigns into Julia's hand and instantly returned to the parlor, not waiting a moment to receive the thanks of the astonished and delighted girl. Julia Murray now hurried home and found little Harry anxiously expecting her return, for although he was too young to comprehend the nature of the alarms which he had experienced when selling forth on account of the spoiled dress, yet he was fearful that she might remain away from him for several hours again. He had no cares, that poor little fellow, when his sister was with him, and he now asked her, in so sweet yet earnest a manner, not to leave him anymore during the whole night, that she felt as if she would go through fire and water for that darling boy. But she had no work in hand, and though she possessed five sovereigns, real sovereigns, and no guilt counters this time, yet she could not bear the idea of being idle. She however promised to remain at home all that day, and she prepared a nice little dinner, which made Harry so happy that she wished, oh how sincerely she wished she could always provide for him in the same manner. She endeavored to appear as cheerful as she could, but there was a weight upon her spirits, for the accusations still hung over her head, and she was in suspense whether the unknown would see her case in the papers and appear to justify her. Besides, would not the publicity given to the affair injure her with those kind patronesses who had hitherto taken such an interest in the orphan girl, and should the stranger gentleman not be forthcoming, would not a stigma be affixed upon her character, even though the magistrate, as the baker assured her, must be the alternative, should dismiss the case. Of all these things she thought, and when Harry noticed her not, a pearly tear would trickle down her pale but beauteous face, for Julia was very beautiful. Her hair was of a rich dark brown, her eyes of melting blue, her teeth of pearly whiteness, and her shape elegant, graceful, and silk-like. In the ensuing morning after breakfast, Julia had just put on her bonnet and shawl to go out for the purpose of calling upon her various patronesses and inquire whether they needed her services. When the landlady of the house in which she lodged entered the room and said, Miss Murray, a gentleman wishes to speak to you. He will not walk up to your apartment, as he does not know whether you may choose to receive him here, and he is accordingly waiting in my parlor. A ray of hope flashed to the mind of the young woman, what if it were the unknown who had given her the guilt counter? The suspicion was strengthened by the delicacy of his behavior in not ascending to her chamber, for during the brief discourse which she had with him on the night so fatal to her, he had manifested a disposition quite in accordance with the propriety of conduct and considered proceeding adopted by the individual who now waited to see her. Telling Harry that she should not belong, Julia hurried downstairs, and in a few moments she found herself in the presence of the individual who was uppermost in her thoughts. Yes, it was indeed he, the unknown, the same tall handsome man and enveloped two in a cloak richly lined with sables. He was about eight and twenty years of age, and there was something noble and commanding, though gracious and encouraging, in his air and demeanor. The moment Julia made her appearance, he rose from the chair in which he had been seated and taking her hand, said in a tone of the most earnest sincerity, Ms. Murray, I know not in what terms to express the shame and grief which I experienced at the misfortune that has overtaken you. It was not until I saw this morning's newspaper that I even dreamt of the mistake, the dreadful mistake I had made, and in the instant the case met my eyes, I hurried to hither the explanation which I have to give, you can of course anticipate. I had purchased some guilt counters only half an hour before I met you in Hanover Square, and I put them loose into the same pocket which contained my money. I never for an instant imagined, sir, said Julia, that you had purposely trifled with my feelings. Generous young woman, to put such a construction upon a matter which has caused you so much suffering, exclaimed the unknown. But it is not my duty to accompany you at once through the police court and place your character in the same honorable light in which it originally stood. Julia was overjoyed at this announcement, and the gentleman giving her his arm escorted her to the police court, calling however on the baker in their way to desire him to attend immediately before the magistrate. During the walk, the stranger asked the young woman a great many questions, not of an impertinent nature, nor denoting an idle curiosity, but rather evincing an interest in the orphan girl. It, however, struck Julia somewhat singular that he did not put a simple query to her relative to the spoiled dress. It seemed as if he had quite forgotten that incident. On their arrival at the police station, the gentleman immediately handed his card to the magistrate, to whom he whispered a few words at the same time, and his worship became all civility and politeness. The case was called on without a moment's delay. The gentleman concisely could effectively explain the affair of the guilt counter. In the magistrate, on declaring Julia to be discharged, assured her that she would leave the court without the slightest stain on her character. The stranger placed ten pounds in the magistrate's hands for the use of the poor box, and then departed in company with Julia, whom he escorted back to the house in which she dwelt. On reaching the door he paused and taking her hand said, This very eye shall not insult you by offering a pecuniary recompense for the mortification, annoyance, and distress you have undergone through that guilt counter. But I shall endeavor to serve you in another way. Farewell for the present, you will shortly see me again, for be assured he added, gazing earnestly upon her for a moment, I shall never forget you. Thus speaking he pressed her hand and hurried away, and it was not until he had disappeared from her view that she remembered she was still in profound ignorance of who or what he was. It, however, struck her that the case would be again reported in the newspapers, and she therefore hoped that the morrow would clear up the mystery. But it was with some degree of anxiety and painful suspense that she thus awaited the publication of the journals of the ensuing day. And she could not account to herself for the feelings that thus agitated her. Although her character had been completely cleared from the imputation thrown upon it, and her innocence was made unquestionably apparent, although she had ample funds through the generosity of Lady Caroline, journeying him to provide for all present ones, and although a secret voice seemed to whisper in her soul that she possessed a good friend and a stranger gentleman, yet somehow or another poor Jew was not entirely contented. Was it that the handsome countenance of her unknown benefactor had made any impression on her heart? Was it that his kind and sympathizing conduct had touched a tender chord in her pure and innocent bosom? It is impossible to answer these questions at present, but it is very certain that Jew experienced a disappointment almost amounting to a positive shock when she found that the morning paper seemed to be in as much ignorance as herself relative to her unknown benefactor. The report merely alluded to him as a gentleman whose name did not transpire, and this mystery in which her friend evidently wrapped himself became a source of secret trouble to the young dressmaker, therefore had he not revealed his name to her, disreputable, that name could not be, else how could it have produced so magical an effect upon the magistrate? Was it then a great, a famous, or a noble man? Jew's side, and dared not hazard any conjectures, but in her heart there suddenly appeared to arise a hope, a secret wish, that the stranger was not so very highly exalted above her own social sphere. Again, was Jew you preparing to sell a forth and visit the various ladies for whom she was accustomed to work, when her landlady brought her up a note. It was from Lady Caroline, journeying in, requesting Miss Murray to call upon her in the evening at a stated hour, as her ladyship had a quantity of work to place in her hands. The young maiden was overjoyed at the receipt of dismissive, which not only promised her employment, but likewise seemed to be an assurance of the tender interest which the charming Lady Caroline had taken in her. She did not therefore stir out until the evening, and little Harry was delighted that his sister remained at home with him. But when the appointed hour drew near, she tranquilized her brother with a promise of a speedy return in a way she sped with a heart full of hope towards Hanover Square. On reaching the splendid mansion occupied by the dowager, Martianess, Jew you was received by Lady Caroline's own maid, and was forthwith conducted to the chamber of her fair patroness, who treated her in the most kind and condescending manner. I regret Miss Murray, she said that I am forced to admit you thus stealthily into the house, but my mother is of a peculiar temper, although in reality possessed of a good heart. I understand your ladyship, but on Jew, the Martianess cannot forgive me for what she considers neglect. I am however deeply grateful to your ladyship for thinking otherwise, and for giving me such substantial proofs that you entertain so favorable an opinion. My dear Miss Murray, observed Lady Caroline, I will do anything I can to serve you, for I can well imagine how grateful must be the sympathy of a friend to one who is acquainted with sorrow. These words were uttered with almost a mournful emphasis as if the fair speaker craved that sympathy and friendship for herself, which she proffered to another. And Jew could not help regarding her with mingle surprise, gratitude, and tender interest. They were alone together, that elegant patrician lady and that beautiful milliner, the maid having retired, and it appeared as if a species of sisterly feeding suddenly sprang up between them, inspiring them with mutual confidence, and for the time annihilating the barrier that social distinctions had raised up between them in the eyes of the world. Thus was it that when Lady Caroline saw Jew's looks fixed upon her in so earnest and plain to a manner she felt herself irresistibly urged to respond to that tacit yet eloquent proffer of sympathy and affection. My dear Miss Murray, she said you must not imagine that unhappiness exists only with those who have to toil for their daily bread. Perhaps indeed, their lot is preferable to that of the rich who have causes of grief, for you have a constant occupation, which allows little leisure for the agreeable reflection, whereas I have so much time. Lady Caroline checked herself, turned away, and hastily passed a handkerchief across her face. She had perhaps said more than she intended for it from speaking of the richer and poorer classes in general terms. She had been carried into personal illustration of the truth of her remarks by pointedly placing herself and Jew in juxtaposition. Miss Murray, though totally devoid of artfulness, was yet endowed with an intellect keen enough to perceive this fact, and she now learned then, as indeed she had previously suspected, that Lady Caroline was unhappy, but it was not for her to invite a revelation of the fair patrician's cause of sorrow she therefore remained silent. End of Section 33, Section 34 of Mysteries of London, Volume 4. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Mysteries of London, Volume 4 by George W. M. Reynolds. The Dressmaker. A Love Story. Part 2. Julia, said her ladyship, suddenly turning towards her again, and taking her hand as she thus spoke. Julia, she repeated in an earnest, appealing tone, I will be a friend to you, but it may happen that I also shall require the aid and sympathy of a friend. And once more, checking herself, she sighed profoundly. I would serve you night and day, dear lady, exclaimed the young milliner, pressing to her lips the hand which still grasped her own. I have not read your disposition inaccurately. Dearest girl, responded Lady Caroline, then assuming a more cheerful tone she said, be it understood we are friends, and now you must leave me, as my mother will be inquiring after me. Julia received a parcel containing a variety of costly stuffs which she was to make up into dresses for her fair patroness, and which would furnish her with work for at least a month. And as she was leaving the room, Lady Caroline said, my own maid will call upon you every Saturday evening and bring away whatever you may have finished until the whole be complete. They then separated Lady Caroline, pressing Julia's hand warmly at parting, and the young dressmaker hurried homeward her heart beating with joy at the kindness which she had experienced and the friendship she had formed. After all, she murmured to herself as she ascended the staircase to her chamber, where little Harry was sitting up to await her return. After all, the adventure of the spoiled dress has proved a service rather than an injury to me, and perhaps she added, but it was her heart and not her lips that now spoke. The affair of the guilt counter may likewise bring me good luck. Julia now addressed herself to the work of which she had such profusion, and while she sat plying her needle with little Harry playing about the room, she often thought of the handsome unknown. Every day after the frugal dinner, she took her brother out to walk for an hour that a little exercise and fresh air might benefit them both. And of an evening, when she laid aside her work, she gave him instruction in many useful branches of education. During the day, too, he learned his lessons, and never did she suffer him to go out alone in the streets, no, not even on the slightest errand. In fact, this excellent young woman took as much care of her little orphan brother as if she had been his parent instead of his sister. And it was a charming as well as touching sight to behold them repairing to the parish church on a Sabbath morning, each tired with so much neatness, and yet in a plain and unobtrusive manner. Well three weeks had passed since the interview between Julia and Lady Caroline, and on each Saturday evening her ladyships made, called to receive and pay for the work that was finished. The domestic was sure to have some pretty present from her mistress for Julia and a handsome toy such as a transparent slate or puzzle or a miniature carpenter's toolbox for Harry. And the grateful milliner sent back her kindest but most respectful regards to her good patroness. But during those three weeks, she had neither seen nor heard anything of the handsome stranger, and yet had he not promised that he would shortly call again. Wherefore should he call? Julia never paused to ask herself that question, but she did sometimes admit within the secret recesses of her own heart that she thought it somewhat unkind. He did not fulfill his promise after the distress she had endured in consequence of the mistake he had made respecting the guilt counter. One day the landlady tapped at Julia's door, and on being desired to enter, the good woman informed her that the gentleman in the cloak was waiting in the parlor below. A blush instantly spread itself over Julia's cheeks, whereupon the landlady said in a low but impressive tone, you need not be ashamed of an honest attachment miss, and I know you are too good a girl to form any other. In fact, I told the gentleman what an excellent creature you were, and how well you behaved to your little brother. You told him all that, exclaimed Julia, looking up in a surprise mingled with secret pleasure, while the blush upon her beauteous countenance deepened. Certainly I did miss, replied the landlady, but not today. It was when he called on account of that unpleasant little affair you know, and before he sent me up to fetch you down, he asked no end of questions about you, and he seemed so pleased when I told him that you were such a good, industrious young person and so kind to your orphan brother, and how you kept yourself so quiet and respectable, having no acquaintance to the skills there, and certainly no visitors except your lady customers or their maids. But the gentleman did not ask all those questions to Julia in a hesitating manner, and with a tremulous voice, while her heart palpitated with the emotions of unknown pleasure. Indeed he did miss, returned the landlady, but dear me, now I think of it he charged me not to tell you that he had asked anything at all concerning you, and by the same token he gave me a sovereign to hold my tongue in this respect, and therefore, Miss, you must not even look as if you knew a syllable of what occurred on that occasion. I am sure he is some great person in disguise, and I am also certain that he has fallen in love with you. Julia's countenance now became scarlet, and she was about to make a remonstrative reply when little Harry, who began to grow impatient at so much mysterious whispering between his sister and the landlady, approached them saying, Is there anything the matter, dear Julia? Nothing, my darling boy, was the cheerful reply. I shall return in a few minutes, and Julia hastened downstairs the landlady remaining with Harry. Though the young maiden endeavored to compose herself as much as possible, yet all that the landlady had told her rushed to her mind with renewed force and stronger, significant see, just as she crossed the threshold of the parlor and appeared in the presence of the gentleman in the cloak. He observed her confusion, noticed the blush that mantled on her cheeks, and mistaking the cause said as he took her hand, I'm afraid, Miss Murray, that you consider it indiscreet for me thus to pay my respects to you, and indeed that fear has prevented me from calling sooner. Julia started cast down her eyes and made no reply, for in her artless innocence it had never before struck her that an evil construction might be placed upon the visits of the gentleman. But now the conviction that such was indeed the result to be apprehended was forced, yes, painfully forced upon her sensitive mind. The stranger read what was passing in her imagination, and if he were delighted to observe that the danger at which he had specified was previously unsuspected by her ingenuous soul, he was not the less gratified to acquire the certainty that her pure thoughts were shocked by the idea of compromising her reputation. Fear not, Miss Murray, he continued again taking her hand. I should be the last person on the face of the earth to do you a willful injury in any way. I have merely called, as in duty bound, to assure myself that you have perfectly recovered from the effects of the distressing ordeal through which you were compelled to pass in consequence of my carelessness. But innocence, Miss Murray, he added, emphatically will invariably triumph in the long run and virtue will not ever languish unrewarded. Your exemplary conduct, Miss Murray, must sooner or later be adequately recompensed. Your tenderness toward your orphan brother must ensure for you the esteem and respect of all liberal and honest persons. I request, as a particular favor, that you will presently call on Mr. Richardson, the solicitor in Burner Street, close by, as I know that he has some tidings of rather unagreeable character to impart to you. With these words, the stranger pressed the young maiden's hand and respectfully took his leave of her. Julia hastened back to her own chamber and related to the worthy, well-meaning but garrulous landlady, everything that the gentleman in the cloak had said to her. Ah, Miss cried the woman, I seem to have a foreknowledge that something good was to happen to you, and now I am sure of it. But pray, make haste and see what the lawyer wants with you. She did not require it to be pressed upon this point. She herself was too anxious to solve this new mystery to permit any unnecessary delay to take place. And having dressed little Harry in his Sunday apparel, she put on her best bonnet and shawl, and away the sister went with her little brother to the lawyers. They entered an office in which there were a great many clerks who all left off writing to turn round and have a look at the pretty young lady, did Julia really seem as she actually was by birth, education, and manners? But when she timidly mentioned her name, she found herself the object of the most respectful attention. The head clerk ushered her and her brother into a handsome apartment where an elderly gentleman with a benevolent countenance was seated at a desk covered with papers. And the reception which he gave Julia Murray was more than courteous, it was cordial, and as it were, paternally kind. Said down young lady, he said, handing her to a chair, and you, my little fellow, place yourself near your sister. And now, Miss Murray, he continued raising his large silver spectacles from his eyes to his forehead. I have some good news to communicate to you, and I am sure after all I have heard of you, I am proud and happy to be the medium of conveying anything agreeable to your ears. You are very kind, sir, murmured the young lady, still in the deepest suspense. Did you ever hear your late father speak of anyone who owed him a sum of money, inquired the lawyer, Julia reflected for a few moments, and then replied in the negative. Well, perhaps he did not mention his private affairs before you, observed the lawyer, it is nevertheless a fact that many years ago he advanced a certain sum to a friend who was in difficulties. But these embarrassments continued, ending in bankruptcy or something of the sort, and so your poor father lost the whole amount thus advanced. The friend went abroad and he has latterly returned to England, a rich man, having retrieved his fortunes in a foreign climb. He made inquiries after your parents and to his sorrow learned that they were no more, but he could not succeed in tracing you out. At length he saw a report of a certain case in the newspaper and ascertained that you were the young lady therein mentioned. His sorrow at the first appearance of the affair was only equaled by his joy when he beheld the result, for he has your interest deeply at heart. He has, however, been compelled to leave London in a great hurry, but before he went away he gave me certain instructions which I had fulfilled with all possible dispatch. The sum which he borrowed of your father with compound interest amounts to six hundred pounds. And this money I've laid out for you in the purchase of a neat little house with good serviceable furniture in Camden Town. There is an excellent young gentleman's school close by and my client has paid a year in advance for Master Harry's tuition. He also intends that you shall be at no expense for the boy's education. Over and above all this I am instructed to place these fifty pounds in your hands and if my client has thus done more than his actual liability to your father. Required it is simply as a recompense for the long delay which has occurred in refunding alone so generously advanced and so vitally necessary to him at the time. Now my dear young lady I have no more to say rather than that this card furnishes the address of your house of which I likewise present you the key and may this little gleam of good fortune encourage you to pursue the course which has hitherto won for you so much esteem and which may yet lead you to the highest pinnacle of happiness and prosperity. With these words the kind hearted man shook drew you warmly by the hand the young maiden endeavored to express her heartfelt gratitude for the unexpected benefits thus showered upon her. But tears tears of happiness flowed down her cheeks and her bosom was so full of strange and conflicting emotions that her powers of utterance were suspended. Even as she took up the banknotes the key and the card and thrust them all together into her little silk bag her hands trembled so that she could scarcely perform those simple acts. And when in a few minutes she found herself walking along the street with little Harriet by her side she could not remember leaving the lawyer's office. She fancied that she had been giving way to some wild hallucination some absurd delusion of the brain but when she felt in her bag there were the proofs of the reality. It was no easy task to make little Harry comprehend the altered nature of their circumstances he could not conceive how his sister had possibly obtained a house of her own and fancied that she was joking with him for he had not been able to understand very much of what the lawyer had said to Julia. However all doubts on the boy's part vanished when he heard his sister explain to their landlady everything that had taken place at Mr. Richardson's and conclude by requesting that good woman to accompany her forthwith to Camden Town. This desire was complied with in a way they all three went in a cab to the address designated upon the card. In due time the vehicle drew up opposite a neat house forming one of a terrace recently built and the little party entered the dwelling with the least possible delay. It was all new from top to bottom the furniture which was substantial and good was new likewise. The hangings to the windows and the carpets had been selected with admirable taste in reference to the color and pattern of the paper on the walls. In fact the abode was fitted up in the most comfortable manner. I congratulate you my dear Miss Murray exclaimed her companion and I am sure I am as delighted as yourself although I shall lose you as a lodger but you do not then think that it was the gentleman in the cloak who has done all this. No answer Julia that cannot be because I am sure the gentleman you speak of never knew my father and moreover the kind friend who has thus handsomely repaid the money my father lent him has gone out of town. Then how came the gentleman in the cloak to call and tell you miss that the lawyer wished to see you. Ah I never thought of that exclaimed Julia and yet she added after a few moments serious reflection Mr. Richardson said that my father's debtor had found me out through the medium of the newspaper report and this circumstance may have brought him and the gentleman in the cloak together. True ejaculated the garrulous woman oh what a sweet place this is to be sure it is too good for me said Julia in a mournful tone the first feelings of delight now yielding to sober reflection. The occupant of such a house as this requires a servant and should possess a certain income whereas I cannot afford the former not possessing the latter. Oh miss are you blind to all the advantages now spread before your eyes demanded the woman here you are in your own house rent free and with 50 pounds in your pocket. Harry schooling to be paid into the bargain all your kind patronesses will give you as much work as you can possibly manage now that they will see how you are getting on in the world and the number of your customers must increase. Then you can have the assistance of one or two respectable young girls and you will not only obtain a good living but be able to save money. Julia saw the truth of these observations and her heart was relieved from a heavy load besides said the talkative but well meaning woman it would seem like flying in the face of Providence not to be thankful for such bounties. Yes ejaculated Julia touched more profoundly by this remark than by the worldly reasoning previously advanced by her companion. I do sincerely and firmly believe that he who watches all our ways and knows all our steps has taken compassion upon me and my darling brother and I received in thankfulness the blessings thus showered upon me. Thus speaking the young maiden turned aside for a few moments and heartfelt though short was the prayer which she breathed in silence to the almighty ruler of the universe. On the following day Julia and her little brother removed to their new house it would be vain to attempt to describe the joy and delight experienced by little Harry at this change the more so in as much as there was a large piece of ground attached to the back part of the dwelling where he could play when the weather was fine. Through the agency ever laid land lady a poor widow woman of middle age steady habits and great respectability was recommended to Julia as servant or housekeeper and thus commenced the economy of the little household. Julia's first care was to address a note to all her kind patronesses to acquaint them with her removal and Lady Caroline joining him was not forgotten. Harry commenced his attendance at the neighboring school the master of which called upon Miss Murray and informed her that he had received from Mr. Richardson a year's payment in advance for the boys tuition. In the preceptor being a kind worthy man Harry soon became a great favorite with him several weeks passed away and it was astonishing how Julia's business increased. Carriages were constantly stopping at her door the number of her patronesses rapidly augmenting and on inquiry she usually found that the new recommendations emanated from Lady Caroline who appeared by these results to be constantly thinking of her friend the young milliner. In fact Julia has so much work upon her hands that she was compelled to give a great portion out to respectable needle women in the neighborhood for she preferred this motive for filling her engagements rather than by taking assistance into the house. For months had thus passed away and during this interval Julia had never once seen the gentleman in the cloak nor had she received a visit from her father's debtor to whose honesty and generosity she owed so much. She called once upon Mr. Richardson to express a hope that the individual thus alluded to would give her an opportunity of thanking him personally. But the lawyer assured her and as she thought somewhat abruptly that he had left the country on a long voyage and she returned home much vexed at the tie-ings she had received. One evening it was a Saturday evening and at about nine o'clock a cab stopped at the door and a double knock immediately announced some visitor. It happened that the housekeeper was absent on a visit of two or three days to some relations in the country. The girl who had been temporarily hired to do her work and who did not sleep in the house had gone for the night and Harry was in bed in his own little room adjoining his sister's bed chamber upstairs. Julia was accordingly compelled to answer the door herself and her surprise was only equaled by her delight when she found that her visitress was Lady Caroline Journeyham who had arrived thus mysteriously in a common street cab which she had dismissed on a lighting at her young friend's house. Miss Marie received her with the most sincere manifestations of joy and conducted her into the parlor where a cheerful fire was burning in the grate for though it was now the month of April yet the evenings had not entirely lost the chill of winter. You must remember that Julia had not seen Lady Caroline since that evening when the letter sent for her to the mansion in Hanover Square and on which occasion they had exchanged vows of friendship. Nearly five months had passed since that date and it struck Julia as the light of the candle slashed upon the fair patrician's countenance that she was much altered. Her face was pale and care-worn and her eyes beamed not with their wanted fires. My dear Julia, she said, seating herself near the fire, I had intended to call upon you long ago, but I had been ill and suffering in mind and body. However, she added hastily, I have never once forgotten you and I am delighted to find that your business has prospered so well. I am under obligations to your ladyship which I can never repay, exclaimed Julia, taking the patrician's hand and conveying it to her lips. Do not address me in that formal style, Julia, said Lady Caroline. My God, she cried bitterly with that I were not of noble birth, with that I were a daughter of toil, for then I should not have that thousand argous eyes of the world upon me. And she clasped her hands in a manner indicative of deep mental anguish. Dearest Lady Caroline, exclaimed Julia, what ails you? Oh, tell me and show me how I may minister to you in your sufferings. You once assured me, Julia, that you would serve me by day and by night, said Lady Caroline, speaking in a low and almost hollow tone and casting anxious glances around as if she were afraid of being overheard. Yes, dearest Lady, returned Julia emphatically, and I renew that pledge by day and by night. Can you command me? Are we in danger of intrusion, demanded Lady Caroline anxiously, not in the least, dear lady, accepting my little brother who is asleep in his own chamber? We are alone in the house. Heaven be thanked, ejaculated Caroline, journeying him, speaking as if at least some portion of the heavy weight that lay upon our heart were removed by this assurance. My generous friend, said Julia, I see that you have a terrible but secret cause of grief. Make me your confidante, I implore you. If I can aid you, I shall rejoice indeed to have the opportunity of proving my gratitude for all the kindness I have received at your hands. And if I cannot assist, I may at least be able to console you. Dearest Julia, I do indeed require a friend at this moment, for surely never was wretched woman in such dreadful embarrassment as myself. For the last few weeks I have lived only like one distracted, keeping my chamber and affecting an illness, though steadily refusing to receive the advice of the family physician. And now fortunately my mother has gone on a visit for a few days to some friends in the country, and my own mate is in my confidence and is trustworthy. Thus my absence from home will not be suspected, and this is not my only hope. Oh Julia, Julia, can you not understand my meaning? Then casting herself at the feet of the young milliner, the almost heartbroken Lady Caroline exclaimed in that wildest paroxysm of bitter, bitter grief. As she joined her hands imploringly, save my honor, Julia, save my reputation, and by so doing you save my life, for I would perish by my own hand rather than endure exposure. My God, dearest Lady, what do you mean, demanded Julia, fearful lest her friend's senses were leaving her, and that she was uttering meaningless phrases in the incipient apparition of the intellect. Tell me, how can I save you in any way, for you know that you may depend upon me to the utmost? How can you save me, repeated the agonizing young lady in a voice of the most plaintive appeal? Oh, do you not comprehend my condition, Julia, and yet I'm about to become a mother? These words fell with stupefying, astounding effect upon the ears of Julia Murray. Indeed, she could scarcely believe that she had rightly interpreted their meaning. The unhappy Caroline mistook the cause of the young milliner's silence and amazement, and rising from her supplement posture, she exclaimed, while the proud patrician blood-rushed her cheeks, I understand you, Miss. You are shocked at the announcement I have made, and you are indignant that I should apply to you to screen me. I will drag myself away from her house, therefore imploring you only to keep the secret which I have been so foolish, so inconsiderate to reveal to you. Just heaven, what do I hear, reproaches from your lips, cried Julia, and embracing the unhappy lady with sisterly warmth. She said, No, no, you have misunderstood me, grief and surprise for a moment sealed my lips, but you find me ready to sucker you, dearest benefactors, to the utmost of my power. Thank you, kind friend, murmured Lady Caroline, falling back exhausted into her seat for the agitated state of her feelings and the harrowing emotions which the dread of Julia's coldness had just caused her to experience, produced effects of a most perilous nature. The young milliner knew not how to act. She was bewildered, and wringing her hands exclaimed, Oh, what shall I do? How can I aid her? Lady Caroline partially recovered her presence of mind as these words fell upon her ears and giving a few hasty instructions. These were instantly obeyed. Julia conducted or rather supported her to her own bed chamber, and then throwing on her bonnet and shawl hurried away to fetch the nearest surgeon. The medical man whom she sought was at home, and he accompanied the milliner to the house where he arrived just at the moment that his services were required. In a word, Lady Caroline, journeying him that night became the mother of a fine boy, although the birth was premature by nearly a month, and she had risked much by the necessity of adopting the indispensable means in regard to dress to conceal her situation for many weeks past. The surgeon who had every reason to be satisfied with the liberality of Julia on behalf of her unhappy friend, and who was moreover a discreet man, perceived that his patient was a young lady of superior grade in society, and therefore volunteered his aid in ensuring the concealment of the affair. In fact, he stated that he was acquainted with a poor woman in the neighborhood who having just lost her own infant would be delighted to take charge of the newly born babe. Lady Caroline was so far recovered as to be able to take part in this conference, and without suffering the slightest hint to transpire as to who she was, she nevertheless intimated her readiness and ability to remunerate in the most liberal manner those who might be instrumental in completing the arrangement suggested. The surgeon accordingly undertook the settlement of the business, and after an hour's absence he returned, accompanied by a young, good-looking, healthy woman who was willing to embrace the proposal that had been made to her. She was married to a laboring man, her name was Porter, and she lived at the distance of about half a mile from Julia's house. Lady Caroline had a well-filled purse, but even if, contrary, had been the case, her friend the milliner could have supplied the funds required, as it was the young mother gave Mrs. Porter twenty pounds in advance, and having mentioned a feigned name and address when questioned on that point, Lady Caroline parted with her babe, though not without many a bitter pang and a torrent of heart-wrung tears. That was a wretched night for poor Julia Murray. In the warmth of her gratitude and friendship she had become an accomplice in what she fancied when she had leisure for sober reflection to be something bordering upon the nature of a crime. Her pure soul shrank from the idea of the unnatural abandonment by a mother of a child to the mercy of a stranger, rendered necessary even though the proceeding worked by the peculiar circumstances in which that mother was placed. Moreover, the readiness with which Lady Caroline had given a false name and address had somewhat shocked the true loving Julia, and then she feared lest the whole matter should by any possibility become known and compromise her own reputation. All of these thoughts and apprehensions swept across her mind after the surgeon and Mrs. Porter had taken their departure, and while Lady Caroline slept. But the generous girl strove to banish from her mind reflections which tended to diminish her respect for the patrician lady who had manifested so much kindness towards her. Moreover, the natural feelings of a woman towards one of her own sex placed in such interesting though embarrassing, not to say alarming circumstances, the sentiments of commiseration, deep sympathy and tender friendship soon triumphed over all other considerations. And when Caroline awoke just as the gray dawn of morning was breaking into the chamber, she found the young milliner watching by her bedside. The suffering lady was considerably refreshed and strengthened by the long sleep she had enjoyed. Her mind was more over relieved from the most excruciating anxieties. And she poured forth her gratitude to Julia Murray in the most sincere and heartfelt manner, then in the fullness of the tender confidence which had arisen between them Caroline told her friend how she loved her cousin, a young lieutenant in the Navy, how their union was forbidden by her proud mother, though assented to by her generous brother, the Marquis of Wilmington, how her mother had used her interest privately to get the young man appointed to her ship and sent to sea with only a few days warning and how in the anguish of parting she, Lady Caroline, had fallen a victim to her fatal passion. This narrative moved Julia to tears for the young milliner now comprehended what love was. And she felt that she also loved and that when she saw it in secret at the protracted absence of the stranger who had given her the guilt counter, it was in consequence of the impression which he had made upon her heart. Thus did Julia Murray at length obtain the reading of the mysterious sensations that stirred within her own soul. Fortunately, there was a means of egress from little Harry's room without the necessity of the boys passing through his sister's chamber, and thus was the presence of Lady Caroline retained a profound secret from him. You must also recollect that the incidents just related occurred on the Saturday night, and Harry had by chance received an invitation to pass the Sunday with his schoolmaster's family. Every circumstance thus appeared to favor the complete concealment of Lady Caroline's confinement. But it was now necessary that Julia should repair to the mansion in Hanover Square and acquaint the young ladies' confidential maid with the event which had taken place, as well as to arrange for Caroline's unobserved return home on the Monday evening. But though at the risk of her life, she was resolved to remain away no longer than the time specified, this commission, Julia, faithfully performed, and after an absence of upwards of two hours, she reached her own abode once more. The patient was improving rapidly, and when the surgeon called a second time on that Sunday, he was astonished to find her so strong and in the possession of so much physical and moral energy. To be brief on that Monday evening, according to agreement Lady Caroline, well wrapped up, disguised in the attire of a daughter of the middle class, and with a dark green veil drawn carefully over her countenance, accompanied Julia in a hackney-coach to Hanover Square, and the two were admitted into the mansion, the hall-porter believing his young mistress to be a friend and equal of the milliner. In this manner, they reached Caroline's own chamber, without the truth being for an instant suspected, and the confidential maid was in readiness to receive her lady. Julia remained there until the maid had ascertained that the hall-porter had been relieved by another domestic during the supper hour, and then the milliner took her departure, accompanied by the fervent gratitude and blessings of the fair patrician whom she had thus extricated from a maze of the most frightful difficulties. End of Section 34. Section 35 of Mysteries of London, Volume 4. This is a LibriVox recording, all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Mysteries of London, Volume 4 by George W. M. Reynolds. The Dressmaker of Love Story, Part 3. The very next morning while Julia was seated at work in her parlor, reflecting upon the incidents of the three preceding days, she heard the iron gate in front of the house grown upon its hinges, and looking up she beheld from the window the tall handsome gentleman approaching the door. The day was fine and he no longer wore his cloak, and his garb was plain, unpretending, and perfectly genteel. The housekeeper, having returned home that same morning, Julia awaited with a beating heart in the parlor, the presence of her visitor, and when he entered she felt so confused for a variety of reasons that she could not utter a word. In the first place she knew that she loved him, secondly she remembered all the inquiries he had put to her late landlady concerning her, and thirdly she recalled to mind the gentle good and almost paternal way in which she had addressed her when last they met. And she fancied that in her conduct, respecting Lady Caroline, she had deviated somewhat from the strict line of integrity, truth, and virtue for pursuing which he had so emphatically commended her, and in which she had with equal earnestness enjoined her to persevere. Taking her hand he said, Miss Murray, have you completely forgotten me? Oh, no, sir, she cried with a start as if at an imputation of ingratitude that were impossible. And yet why should you remember me? he asked, gazing intently upon her. Have I ever done you any service that deserves a thought? The only incident which is likely to dwell in your mind, respecting me, is the wretchedness and embarrassment to which my thoughtless conduct exposed you. For all that you then endured, have I ever made you the slightest recompense? Oh, sir, cried Julia, the blood rushing to her cheeks, do you think for a moment that I ever sought or looked for a pecuniary indemnification? Heavens, how have you mistaken my character? And she burst into tears. This stranger gazed upon her and even smiled as if in satisfaction, but he said nothing. No, sir, resumed the young milliner hastily passing her handkerchief across her countenance and wiping away the traces of her grief. I'm not a mercenary person such as you appear to suppose me. I did remember you with gratitude. She continued her voice becoming mournful and plaintive in spite of herself, because you spoke kindly to me on that evening when the accident occurred to the silk dress, because you proffered me assistance at a moment when I and my little brother really needed it. Because I always believed and still believed that it was on your part entirely an error which led me into such a serious difficulty, because you then told me that you would not insult me by offering me any pecuniary recompense, and because when you called again you spoke kindly to me as before, gave me good advice, and also brought me intelligence from Mr. Richardson, which has led to my present prosperity. For all these reasons, sir, she added emphatically, I have thought of you often and often, and I consider myself to be deeply your debtor. Excellent girl exclaimed a gentleman surveying her with mingle admiration and interest. Not for worlds would I insult your feelings nor wound your generous heart, and it was precisely through delicacy and those respects that I never did openly proffer you in a pecuniary assistance since that one unfortunate occasion in Hanover Square. Again, let me observe that if I have not visited you for long months, I have not been unmindful of your welfare. I have, as it were, watched over you from a distance, and I have learned with supreme satisfaction that your conduct has continued most exemplary. Miss Murray, I am perhaps singular and eccentric in my notions, and though highly placed in the social sphere, yet I have determined to consult only my own happiness, at least for the future, in the most important step which a man can adopt in life. I allude to marriage. Julia started, blushed, and cast down her eyes, and this confusion on her part seemed to encourage her visitor to proceed. I must candidly inform you, he resumed, that I have been a husband already, and that the alliance which I formed almost in my boyhood and in obedience to the dictates of an imperious mother was an unhappy one. My wife was a heartless coquette, vain, frivolous, and possessing no mind. I sought by gentleness and kindness to render her attached to her home, although I never really loved her, but always useless, at last she caught a severe cold when returning from a route early on a winter's morning and a rapid decline soon carried her to the tomb. This occurred two years ago. I then vowed that if I should ever contract a second union, it must be where the heart alone was interested. This resolve I declared to my mother, and it has in a measure I regret to say it incensed her against me. The very first time I ever saw you, I felt myself suddenly and mysteriously attracted towards you. All that I have since heard or seen of you has tended to confirm that favorable impression, and I have come this morning to offer you my hand as you already possess my heart. A faintness, an indescribable sensation of mingled joy and apprehension came over Julia as these last words met her ears, joy in the hope that she had heard a rite, apprehension lest she were the prey of a delightful vision which was too soon to be dissipated. But when she felt her hand pressed to the lips of that handsome suitor, who now knelt at her feet and listened to the tender assurances of an honorable and lasting affection which she breathed with manly sincerity in her ears, she exclaimed under the sudden impulse of her heart's emotions, Is it possible that so much happiness can be in store for me? Her suitor received those words as an assent to his proposal, and pressing the young maiden to his bosom, he said, then without knowing my name, you have loved me, dearest Julia. She murmured an affirmative and a rapid interchange of questions and replies convinced him that the young maiden had all along remembered him not with gratitude but with affection. But upon seating himself by her side and retaining her pretty hand in his, he said, then henceforth Julia, there need exist no mystery on my part, I am the pretended debtor to your deceased father. And Mr. Richardson, my own attorney, followed my secret instructions in providing for yourself and your brother. My object was to place you in comfort, yet still leave you in a condition that rendered you to a certain degree dependent on your own honest industry. And I've been overjoyed to find that prosperity has not induced you to relax your energies, nor led you into extravagances, nor in any way proved injurious to your fair fame, your amiable disposition, and your steady perseverance. With delight then shall I accompany, so worthy of woman to the altar, and with pride shall I present you to the world as the Martianness of Wilmington. O my Lord murmured, Julia, a greater faintness than before now coming over her, as the lofty rank of her suitor was thus announced to her, is it possible that you can be the brother of that young lady to whom I owe so much? And then she blushed deeply, and a cold shutter passed over her frame as she remembered what a tremendous secret she had retained in her bosom, and must retain inviolably concerning the sister of him who offered to make her the partner of his rank and fortune. Yes, said the Marquis, attributing her emotions to the happiness as well as the maidenly confusion which it was natural for her to experience under existing circumstances. That Lady Caroline whom you know is my sister, you may judge my surprisement on the night that I first encountered you in Hanover Square, you inform me that the spoilt dress was my mother's. The very next morning I called at her residence and privately acquainted Caroline with the little adventure, casually saying that I had been a witness of the accident which was occasioned through no neglect nor carelessness on your part, and desiring her when you presented yourself to mitigate as much as possible my mother's certain resentment against you. Since that period my sister has frequently spoken to me concerning you and has recommended you extensively to her numerous fashionable acquaintances. But much as I love and would trust Lady Caroline, I've never informed her of the attachment I experienced for you nor of the fact that I was your father's pretended debtor. This reserve originated merely in the determination to watch your conduct. I may tell you all this now dear girl from a distance so that time might decide whether I should lay my coronet at your feet or renounce all father idea of an alliance with you. Thank heaven the former is the happy destiny and now I have explained all that may have seemed strange or mysterious in your estimation. Julia could scarcely find words to express her gratitude for all the delicate attentions and generous acts of which the noble man had thus been the hitherto unknown author, but he sealed her lips with a fond kiss and then proceeded to address her in the following manner. I propose, dearest girl, that our union shall take place in six months from the present time. The reason that I suggest so long a delay is that I may visit you occasionally in company with my sister, be it understood, so that you may learn to know me better than you now do. And as I shall at once make a confidant of Caroline and am well acquainted with the generosity of her disposition, you need not apprehend any coolness or hostility on her part. Quite the contrary, she will love you as a sister. I observe that you sigh and experience an agitation of feeling, my Julia, but you have no cause to dread any exhibition of foolish pride with Caroline. Related to my mother, I say nothing, promise nothing. At the same time, I cannot permit her will to rule my happiness and now I shall take my leave of you for the present, Julia, and I shall at once hasten to Hanover Square to confide all that has occurred between us to my sister, who I regret to state has been confined for some days past to her own chamber. Alas, she, poor girl, has suffered in her best and holiest affections through her mother's pride, but I rejoice to say that happiness awaits her yet. By the sudden death of a young cousin, Lieutenant Quentin, has become Lord Hartley, and his ship will return in a few months to England. This most unexpected succession to title and wealth will smooth down all the difficulties which my mother has hitherto interposed in the way of her daughter's happiness. And who knows, Julia, out of the mark was smiling, but that the two marriages may be celebrated at the same time. God grant that they may exclaim the young milliner with a strange emphasis, then immediately afterwards she observed, for believe me, I have your sister's happiness most sincerely at heart. I shall not fail to tell Caroline all you say, return the mark was, and she will be prepared to love you the more tenderly. And now, dear Julia, he added, rising to depart, I must bid you farewell for the present. The next time I call, I shall give you due notice beforehand, so that you may have little Harry here to see me, but permit me before I depart to request you to divest yourself by degrees of the business and occupations which have accumulated upon you. To speak plainly, you need receive no more work from any person, and you will permit my solicitor, Mr. Richardson, to supply you monthly with such sums as you may require for your expenditure. All this was said by Lord Wilmington in so delicate yet tender a manner that it increased Julia's attachment to him as well as her high esteem of his character, and they parted more than ever pleased with each other. In the afternoon, Julia was sitting at her work pondering upon all that had occurred, and scarcely able yet to convince herself that she was not a prey to some delusive vision when Lady Caroline's maid called with a note from her mistress. In this billet, the fair Patrician said, My brother has told me all, dearest Julia, and believe me when I assure you that it will afford me unfeigned delight to hail you as a sister. Never, never can I forget all your goodness towards me in the hour of my bitter extremity, but for heaven's sake, guard well my secret, this injunction, however, I need scarce to give you, and yet there is one thing which now affects me. This is, shall you not blush to acknowledge me as your sister-in-law, since you are acquainted with my disgrace? My heart tells me that you commiserate and sympathize for my fears, oh, until I receive from you an assurance that may calm them, those fears are truly painful. The generous Julia hastened to pan her reply, conveying in the tenderest terms the assurance solicited, and having ascertained that the young lady was progressing rapidly towards complete convalescence, she dismissed the maid with the letter entrusted to her. Three weeks, however, elapsed before Lady Caroline was sufficiently recovered to call upon her friend Julia, and then she came alone, for her mother's heart yearned to visit her child. Under the influence of this feeling, she was moved to tears when she learned that every alternate day, Miss Murray had made it a point to call at Mrs. Porter's residence and assure herself that the poor babe was duly cared for. This is another proof of your goodness, Julia, exclaimed Lady Caroline, falling upon her friend's neck and weeping with mingled gratitude and joy. They presently proceeded together to the good woman's abode, and the young mother was charmed to find her child thriving to her heart's best satisfaction. On the following day, Lady Caroline revisited Julia, but this time it was in company with her brother, the Marquis. And little Harry was at home to see them. You may suppose that the party was a happy one, and it gave the nobleman ineffable delight to observe that his sister and his intended wife were on the best possible terms with each other. But he little suspected the tremendous secret that hath thus cemented their friendship, and it caused poor Julia many a pang when she reflected that she was compelled to retain any secret at all from the knowledge of the generous man who reposed such confidence in her. There was, however, no help for it, and yet Julia felt as if she were acting with blamable duplicity, unveiling a circumstance which, for her friend's sake, she would nevertheless rather die than reveal, and after her noble visitors had taken their departure, she did not experience that amount of happiness which, with her present brilliant prospect, she knew she ought to enjoy. I must not dwell upon this portion of my narrative. I suppose five months to have passed away during which period the Marquis had been constant in his visits to Julia but always in the company of his sister. So delicate was his behavior in respect to the reputation of his intended bride that he avoided every chance of compromising her, and although the neighbors saw a gentleman whose name they did not know call three times a week upon the beautiful milliner, they never beheld him repair, neither alone. Thus there was no scope for a scandal, and Julia's conduct was always so circumspect as to prove a complete antidote to calamity. I should observe that during the five months mentioned, the attachments subsisting between the pair increased and warmed into the most ardent love, and I must not forget to state that Lady Caroline visited her child at Mrs. Porter's house as frequently as she was able, but Julia seldom failed to call there every alternate day, and thus the rearing of the poor infant was strictly watched by its mother and that mother's bosom friend. Sometimes Harry accompanied his sister in a walk to Mrs. Porter's cottage, but the little fella was always made to wait in one room while Julia was shown the baby in another, and thus the real motive of her visits there was unsuspected by him. Not that she feared he would reveal anything which he was enjoined to keep secret, but Julia believed and rightly believed that it was a like more prudent and delicate to leave him in total ignorance of the object which took her to the cottage. Thus time were on, as I have already mentioned, and now I must remark that in compliance with the wishes of Lord Remington, Julia had by this time altogether ceased to receive work. But instead of drawing on the funds placed at her disposal in the hands of Mr. Richardson, he subsisted upon the savings which he had been unable to accumulate. I mention all these little circumstances to afford you as good an idea as I can convey of the excellence of her disposition and the total absence of selfishness from her character. In fact, the more the mark was solved, the more enamored of her did he become and the greater grew his admiration of her amiable qualities. It was therefore with joy the most unfaigned that he at length considered himself justified in fixing the day for the bridal, and this ceremony was settled to take place precisely on the completion of his six months from the hour in which he had offered her his hand. While Julia was occupied in preparing her own wedding dress, the mark was spizzied himself in rendering his splendid mansion in Belle Grave Square as suitable as possible for the reception of his bride. In the meantime, he had communicated to the dowager Marchemus his intended marriage, but as he had feared his design experience the most decided disapproval on her part. Bainly did he reason with her on the subject, uselessly did he represent that his happiness was seriously involved, his mother refused to listen to him, and he had the mortification to incur her most serious displeasure, the bitterness of her hostility to the match he however concealed from Julia and much as he deplored the breach which now exists between himself and his only surviving parent, not for a moment did he entertain the thought of yielding to her tyranny. Thus the time passed on and it was now within three days of the one fix for the bridal ceremony when an incident occurred which produced a terrible change in the aspect of affairs. It was a fine summer morning and the clock was striking eight just as Julia and little Harry were sitting down to breakfast when the old housekeeper entered to inform her mistress that a woman by the name of Porter desired to speak to her without delay. For you must remember that the housekeeper was entirely ignorant of the transaction which so nearly concerned Lady Caroline in journeying him and to some extent involved Miss Murray at least as an accessory in the mysterious business. Mrs. Porter was instantly admitted into the parlor and when she appeared and the housekeeper had retired Julia approached her in an agitated manner and with an inquiring look for it struck her that this visit the first which the woman had ever paid to the house since that night when the infant was entrusted to her augured something unpleasant. In her excitement she forgot the presence of her brother Harry whom the woman herself likewise overlooked and to the anxious glance darted upon her Mrs. Porter verbally replied by exclaiming oh miss the dear child has been suddenly taken dangerously ill. The child dangerously ill repeated Julia had learned to love the infant almost as much as if it were her own I will accompany you directly and hurrying from the room. She presently reappeared with her bonnet and shawl then noticing Harriet flashed to remind that he had overheard what had been said but a second thought told her that more harm would be done by attempting to explain away any impression that might have been made upon his mind and by leaving the matter as it then stood and having merely observed to him that she should return shortly and hastened away in company with Mrs. Porter Harry finished his breakfast not thinking much of the few words which had caught his ears but which he could not rightly understand and as it was holiday time he was about to repair to play in the garden at the back of the house when a double knock at the front door made him hasten to the window perceiving that the visitor was the Marquis he ran to give him admittance and the nobleman entered the parlour whereas your sister Harry he asked caressing the boy in a kind manner one out my lord was a reply this early exclaimed the Marquis and I had promised myself the pleasure of breakfasting with you both the morning was so fine and as I am a very early riser I rode out as far as the turnpike and have sent my horse back with the groom the nobleman spoke this rather amusing tone than actually addressing himself to the boy and after a pause he observed I suppose your sister will not be long I do not know my lord answered Harry a woman came just as we were sitting down to breakfast and Julia seemed much vexed at what she told her I hope that nothing disagreeable has occurred cried the Marquis in a tone of alarm the woman whose name is Porter informed Julia that the child was dangerously ill responded Harry and then they went away together oh I understand said the Marquis the child of some poor woman named Porter is unwell and your sister has gone to see it no my lord I do not think the child is Mrs. Porter's returned Harry ingenuously and with boyish communicativeness I have often called at her cottage with Julia and I have heard Mr. Porter say that his wife's own baby died last winter and Julia has often called there exclaimed the Marquis a horrible suspicion suddenly arising in his mind very often indeed answered Harry totally unconscious of the tremendous amount of mischief he was occasioning when we have been out walking together we have come round that way and stopped at the cottage and then I have waited in the kitchen with Mr. Porter who used to give me cakes or marbles while Julia went upstairs with Mrs. Porter and did you ever see the child ask the nobleman assuming as much composure as he could possibly call to his aid no Julia never told me a word about it and how did you first hear of it just now when Mrs. Porter rushed in and said that the child was ill and was Julia very very sorry demanded the Marquis oh yes indeed cried the boy who saw nothing strange nor unusual in the nobleman's tone or manner and regarded this dialogue as mere chitchat and where about is Mrs. Porter's cottage and asked Wilmington in his bosom our perfect hell was now raging shall I show you lordship the way said Harry the nobleman nodded his head affirmatively and the little fellow hastened to fetch his cap they then proceeded in silence until they came with insight of the cottage which Harry pointed out you may now go home again said the Marquis and Harry obeyed the hint still totally unsuspicious of the harm which his candid grudity had accomplished the nobleman when thus left alone in anger restrained the emotions which agitated within him turning aside from the path leading towards the cottage he rushed into the fields exclaiming aloud just heavens on what am abyss was I hovering but can such diabolical perfidy exist on the part of one so young oh yes it is to apparent that my mother was right when she counseled me never to bestow my hand on a woman moving in a sphere beneath my own having thus given vent to his excited feelings Wilmington grew more composed and he now approached the cottage the door stood open and entering without any ceremony he saw a woman at the same instant to send from a staircase is your main porter he inquired speaking in as mild a tone as possible yes sir she answered and it is here that a child who has been as it were abandoned by its unnatural mother is lying dangerously ill he said fixing his eyes keenly upon the woman's countenance thank God the dear innocent is better exclaim as his porter taken completely off her guard and even entertaining a suspicion that the gentleman himself might be the father of her nursing now confess everything cried the markers or it will be the worst for you was it not Miss Murray who engaged your services no sir it was the surgeon who attended the lady in her confinement and erupted Mrs. Porter terrified by the stern tone which her queerest had suddenly adopted but it was at Miss Murray's house enough enough ejaculated Wilmington and he hurried away from the cottage in the meantime Julia had returned home having assured herself that the child was out of danger and as she retraced her way by means of a bypass it happened that she did not encounter her brother and the Marquess but little Harry was light of foot and he having been dismissed by the nobleman in the way above stated reached the front door at the same instant as his sister she was surprised to find that he had been out still more so when she learned that Lord Wilmington had called so early but a frightful sensation seized upon her when Harry ingenuously observed that the nobleman had taken him to lead the way to the cottage subduing her emotions however as well as she could she proceeded to question her brother and in a short time she ascertained all that had passed between him and the Marquess each answer that he gave each detail that he mentioned increased the horrible fears which now oppressed her and at last comprehending the full extent of her misfortune perceiving the nature of the suspicions which were sure to have seized upon her intended husband she uttered a piercing cry pressed her hands in anguish to her throbbing brow and exclaimed in a piercing tone oh Harry Harry you know not what you've done the boy was frightened and darting towards his sister he threw his arms around her neck imploring her to forgive him if he had acted improperly even in the midst of her bitter anguish she could not find it in her heart to continue angry with her little brother who had not wantonly nor wickedly inflicted this appalling injury upon her and assuming an appearance of calmness she became the consoler in the depth of misery there is a crisis that makes even despair the immediate precursor of hope and Julia began to reason to herself that all might not be so dark as she had feared but while she was thus endeavoring to persuade her in no soul to render itself accessible to consolation a note was put into her hand by the housekeeper she glanced at the address which was hurriedly almost illegibly written and the ink of which was scarcely dry so that she knew it had been penned somewhere in the neighborhood with trembling hands she tore it open on her strength and mental energy sustained her sufficiently to permit the entire perusal of the letter its contents ran thus I have discovered your frailty, your guilt, your hypocrisy just in time to save myself from an alliance which would have brought dishonor on my name and heap endless miseries on my head I shall not attempt to reproach you at any length for your conduct towards me my generous confidence has been met by the blackest duplicity the most diabolical ingratitude and your conscience will punish you more or far more severely than any words that I may address to you neither shall I adopt the mean and petty revenge of exposing you but if you ever dare to boast that you were once engaged to be married to the Marcos of Wilmington then shall I consider that it would be a sin to spare you the letter dropped from Julia's hand and with a wild shriek she felt senseless on the floor the housekeeper administered restoratives while little Harry who was himself a prey to the liveliest grief he had ever yet known hurried to fetch the surgeon he was the same medical man who had attended upon Lady Caroline journeying him and he was prompt in repairing to a house where his former services had been so liberally rewarded Julia had somewhat recovered in the meantime but he pronounced her to be in a dangerous state and indeed she seemed quite unconscious of everything that was passing around her she was conveyed to her chamber medicine was prescribed and the surgeon recommended the housekeeper not to leave her mistress alone more than was absolutely necessary she feared that her brain was affected little Harry was inconsolable at his sister's illness the more especially that he reproached himself with having been the cause of it all though how he had done the harm he could not by any means understand seated by Julia's bedside he fixed his tearful eyes on her pale countenance as she slumbered uneasily and when hours had passed and even came and still she awoke not he was afraid that she was dead the housekeeper however assured him to the contrary and then he bent softly over his sister to whom the surgeon had administered an opiate and gently kissed her lips she murmured a name it was his own name and opened her eyes complete consciousness returned in a few minutes and as she rapidly surveyed her misfortune and calculated its extent she shouted at the idea of even attempting to meet it with resignation before that little brother's sake the sake of him whom she had found bending over her and his name was the first that her lips breathed on her waking for his sake and he then nerfed herself to wage war with the world once more though a word of explanation the mere revelation of Lady Caroline's secret would at once restore her to that position so full of hope which she had occupied in the morning still her generous heart would not allow her to betray her friend no she would sooner pine away and go down to an early grave heart broken and spirit crushed and proclaimed to the Marquis the secret of his noble sister's dishonor it was about seven o'clock in the evening of this dreadful day that a hasty and impatient double knot at the front door was heard and a few moments afterwards Lady Caroline journeying him was ushered into the chamber where Julia was lying the moment she entered the patient made a signal for the housekeeper and little Harry to withdraw and when the two friends were alone together a most affecting scene took place it appeared that the Marquis had that afternoon written a letter to his sister of which the following were the enigmatic contents I'm almost heart broken I cannot see your presence I shall retire into the country for a few weeks perhaps months to hide my grief from every eye an endeavor to regain somewhat of that mental composure which has been almost completely wrecked this day Julia is unworthy of my love and of your friendship worth the proof of this may be ask not seek not to learn but I charge you to visit her no more your afflicted brother etc on the receipt of this note Lady Caroline who could not help suspecting that this suddenly wrought change in the sentiments of the Marquis arose from some fearful misunderstanding or some partial discovery respecting the child had hastened almost distracted and a prey to intolerable suspense to Julia's abode and there she was shocked to find her generous hearted friend stretched upon a bed of sickness embracing each other affectionately they gave mutual explanations and they Caroline perceived that her worst fears were confirmed the Marquis had indeed made a discovery relative to the infant but he was deceived with regard to its maternity and now who can describe the admiration which Lady Caroline experienced for the character of her friend when she learned that the poor girl would rather lie under the dread suspicion of the Marquis rather resign all her brilliant prospects and see her heart's fondest affections blighted rather in fact resign herself to immolation then betray her whose secret she deemed so sacred no no exclaimed the fair patrician throwing herself upon Julia's bosom with plenty asleep this may not be never can I permit you noble hearted girl to endure infamy reproach and wretchedness for my sake I will at once follow my brother into the country throw myself at his feet confess all and bring him back to you and then what will become of you Caroline ask do you mean we her tears with those of her friend oh I shall retire from the world and bury myself with my innocent babe in some solitude and some far off village perhaps we're under a feigned name I may escape the world's scorn of weakness which has caused so much misery and as she spoke Lady Caroline's voice indicated the most acute anguish of heart unless she added her tone suddenly becoming hoarse and hollow in her manner unnaturally subdued unless indeed my brother in the first abolition of his rage should stretch me dead at his feet and that is the most probable result then dearest Caroline exclaimed Julia speaking in a tone of mingled alarm and earnest and treating for heaven's sake renounce this mad project do not think of seeking your brother and thus exposing yourself to his rage I owe you a deep deep debt of gratitude and now let me pay it by enduring that rate of suspicion against which I may happily bear up but which would crush and overwhelm you for never never can I forget that when I appeared full of terror and trembling with the sport dress and your mother's presence your looks gave me encouragement and your kind words reassured me then when I was leaving you're dwelling without the means of even procuring a loaf for my dear little brother and myself you put gold into my hand oh dear lady these are manifestations of generosity which never can be forgotten and noble as you are by name you are nobler in heart it will be my joy my pride to screen you who have proved so kind a friend to me and there's no sacrifice that I am unprepared to make in order to save you from unhappiness and shame it is an angel that speaks murmured Lady Caroline overpowered by this generosity on the part of Julia Murray but nothing nothing she continued with reviving energy and after a few moments pause shall induce me to yield to your desire I recognize all that is great and noble in your conduct and so long as I remain possessed of intellect and memory I shall pray night and morning for the Almighty to bless you my dearest Julia I've been frail and I must bear the consequences seek not to wean me from this intention I should never know a happy moment where I to admit you to become the victim of my shame one word exclaims Murray after a minute's profound reflection I will no longer urge you to add contrary to your heart's dictates but promise me that you will not take a single step towards reviving everything to your brother and exculpating me until four and twenty hours shall have elapsed during that interval we shall both have time for serious and calm meditation and no advantage will result from precipitate haste yes I make you this promised Julia on the condition that when we meet again tomorrow evening it shall not be to argue whether I am to confess or not but in what manner the confession can be most suitably and safely made agree Miss Murray and tomorrow evening at seven o'clock you will visit me again I will answered Lady Caroline journey and she then took her leave of her friend whom she embraced with the warmth of the most sincere affection on the following day at about three o'clock in the afternoon a letter addressed to Lady Caroline journey and a mansion in Hanover square by a porter who hurried away the moment he had placed it in the servant's hands the contents of this note ran as follow dearest Caroline it is useless for you to call this evening at the house which I have occupied for so many months and which was purchased by your excellent brother's money I shall no longer be the occupant of that house when this note reaches you my mind is made up to endure everything for your sake and I therefore this day withdraw myself in company with Harry into a retirement and an obscurity whether you cannot follow me it will therefore be unnecessary and ridiculous I may almost say wicked for you to make any revelations to your brother by sacrificing yourself you would confer no benefit upon me as nothing shall induce me to alter the plans I have formed respecting the future retain profoundly secret all those circumstances the confession of which can have no useful result and think sometimes with me for I shall often often think of you my well-beloved friend although we may never never meet again this letter on which were the traces of weeping produced a stupefying sensation on the part of Lady Caroline was it possible that Julia in the zeal of her ardent friendship had outwitted the fair patrician and had won the generous game at which they were playing no wonder that Miss Murray had requested Caroline to suspend all proceedings for 24 hours in that time the noble heart of girl had consummated the sacrifice of herself and now nothing could exceed the sincerity in the depth of that grief which seized upon the lady for an hour after she received the note she was as one demented and her confidential maid experienced the utmost difficulty in restraining her from manifestations of feeling which would have excited the strangest suspicions in the household at length when she had grown comparatively calm Lady Caroline attended by her maid repaired to Camden Town but there they only beheld those appearances which corroborated the statements contained in Julia's letter for the house was shut up and on inquiry being made of a neighbor it was ascertained that Miss Murray her servant and her little brother had taken their departures soon after midday although according to the same authority the young miller was evidently suffering from indisposition the fair patrician's last hope of seeing her friend and weaning her from her intention was thus destroyed and the poignancy of her grief was renewed she proceeded to Mrs. Porter's cottage where she learned that Julia had called sure herself of the child's convalescence and imprint upon its little countenance a farewell kiss this touching instance of Julia's goodness of heart moved Lady Caroline to tears and she reproached herself bitterly for having been the cause of all her friends present sorrows there however appeared to be a remedy which might yet be adopted into this measure did the lady make up her mind she resolved in fact to write to her brother without delay inform him of everything and urge him to lose no time in discovering the retreat of Julia that justice full and ample justice might be done to her accordingly on the following morning she penned a long letter to the Marquis of Wilmington employing him to forgive her for the dishonor she had brought upon the family and drawing such a picture of Julia's generosity in sacrificing herself for a friend that she wept long and plentifully over the pages as she perused them when this epistle had been dispatched to the post Caroline's heart felt easier and she said to herself even if my brother should wreak the bitterest vengeance upon me I can endure his resentment with resignation for I now have the consciousness of performing a sacred and solemn duty the Dowager Marchioness in the meantime had been suffering through indisposition which confined her much to her chamber and she did not therefore perceive any particular variations in the manner and aspect of her daughter End of Section 35