Meanwhile, in following the adventures of Walter Lester, we have greatly outstript the progress of events of Grassdale, and thither we now return.
ARAM’S DEPARTURE.--MADELINE.--EXAGGERATION OF SENTIMENT NATURAL IN LOVE.--MADELINE’S LETTER.--WALTER’S.--THE WALK.-- TWO VERY DIFFERENT PERSONS, YET BOTH INMATES OF THE SAME COUNTRY VILLAGE.--THE HUMOURS OF LIFE, AND ITS DARK PASSIONS, ARE FOUND IN JUXTA-POSITION EVERYWHERE.
Her thoughts as pure as the chaste morning’s breath, When from the Night’s cold arms it creeps away, Were clothed in words. --Sir J. Suckling--Detraction Execrated
“You positively leave us then to-day, Eugene?” said the Squire.
“Indeed,” answered Aram, “I hear from my creditor, (now no longer so, thanks to you,) that my relation is so dangerously ill, that if I have any wish to see her alive, I have not an hour to lose. It is the last surviving relative I have in the world.”
“I can say no more, then,” rejoined the Squire shrugging his shoulders: “When do you expect to return?”
“At least, ere the day fixed for the wedding,” answered Aram, with a grave and melancholy smile.
“Well, can you find time, think you, to call at the lodging in which my nephew proposed to take up his abode,--my old lodging;--I will give you the address,--and inquire if Walter has been heard of there: I confess that I feel considerable alarm on his account. Since that short and hurried letter which I read to you, I have heard nothing of him.”
“You may rely on my seeing him if in London, and faithfully reporting to you all that I can learn towards removing your anxiety.”
“I do not doubt it; no heart is so kind as yours, Eugene. You will not depart without receiving the additional sum you are entitled to claim from me, since you think it may be useful to you in London, should you find a favourable opportunity of increasing your annuity. And now I will no longer detain you from taking your leave of Madeline.”
The plausible story which Aram had invented of the illness and approaching death of his last living relation, was readily believed by the simple family to whom it was told; and Madeline herself checked her tears that she might not, for his sake, sadden a departure that seemed inevitable. Aram accordingly repaired to London that day,--the one that followed the night which witnessed his fearful visit to the “Devil’s Crag.”