BETWEEN THE SCENES.
PROGRESS OF THE STORY THROUGH THE POST.
From Norah Vanstone to Mr. Pendril.
"Westmoreland House, Kensington,
"August 14th, 1846.
"DEAR MR. PENDRIL—The date of this letter will show you that the last
of many hard partings is over. We have left Combe-Raven; we have said
farewell to home.
"I have been thinking seriously of what you said to me on Wednesday, before you went back to town. I entirely agree with you that Miss Garth is more shaken by all she has gone through for our sakes than she is herself willing to admit; and that it is my duty, for the future, to spare her all the anxiety that I can on the subject of my sister and myself. This is very little to do for our dearest friend, for our second mother. Such as it is, I will do it with all my heart.
"But, forgive me for saying that I am as far as ever from agreeing with
you about Magdalen. I am so sensible, in our helpless position, of the
importance of your assistance; so anxious to be worthy of the interest
of my father's trusted adviser and oldest friend, that I feel really
and truly disappointed with myself for differing with you—and yet I do
differ. Magdalen is very strange, very unaccountable, to those who don't
know her intimately. I can understand that she has innocently misled
you; and that she has presented herself, perhaps, under her least
favorable aspect. But that the clew to her language and her conduct on
Wednesday last is to be found in such a feeling toward the man who has
ruined us, as the feeling at which you hinted, is what I can not and
will not believe of my sister. If you knew, as I do, what a noble nature
she has, you would not be surprised at this obstinate resistance of mine
to your opinion. Will you try to alter it? I don't mind what Mr. Clare
says; he believes in nothing. But I attach a very serious importance to
what you say; and, kind as I know your motives to be, it distresses me
to think you are doing Magdalen an injustice.
"Having relieved my mind of this confession, I may now come to the
proper object of my letter. I promised, if you could not find leisure
time to visit us to-day, to write and tell you all that happened after
you left us. The day has passed without our seeing you. So I open my
writing-case and perform my promise.
"I am sorry to say that three of the women-servants—the house-maid, the
kitchen-maid, and even our own maid (to whom I am sure we have always
been kind)—took advantage of your having paid them their wages to pack
up and go as soon as your back was turned. They came to say good-by with
as much ceremony and as little feeling as if they were leaving the house
under ordinary circumstances. The cook, for all her violent temper, behaved very differently: she sent up a message to say that she would stop and help us to the last. And Thomas (who has never yet been in any other place than ours) spoke so gratefully of my dear father's unvarying kindness to him, and asked so anxiously to be allowed to go on serving us while his little savings lasted, that Magdalen and I forgot all formal considerations and both shook hands with him. The poor lad went out of the room crying. I wish him well; I hope he will find a kind master and a good place.
"The long, quiet, rainy evening out-of-doors—our last evening at
Combe-Raven—was a sad trial to us. I think winter-time would have
weighed less on our spirits; the drawn curtains and the bright lamps, and the companionable fires would have helped us. We were only five in the house altogether—after having once been so many! I can't tell you how dreary the gray daylight looked, toward seven o'clock, in the lonely rooms, and on the noiseless staircase. Surely, the prejudice in favor of long summer evenings is the prejudice of happy people? We did our best. We kept ourselves employed, and Miss Garth helped us. The prospect of preparing for our departure, which had seemed so dreadful earlier in the day, altered into the prospect of a refuge from ourselves as the evening came on. We each tried at first to pack up in our own rooms—but the loneliness was more than we could bear. We carried all our possessions downstairs, and heaped them on the large dining-table, and so made our preparations together in the same room. I am sure we have taken nothing away which does not properly belong to us.