intercourse, or conversation, displayed the powers of an active
and well-informed mind. For some time before
taking up his final
residence at the castle, he had been an
occasionalvisitor there,
and was at such times treated by Mr. Vere (contrary to his
general practice towards those who were
inferior to him in rank)
with marked attention, and even deference. Yet his
arrivalalways appeared to be an
embarrassment to his host, and his
departure a
relief; so that, when he became a
constantinmate of
the family, it was impossible not to observe indications of the
displeasure with which Mr. Vere regarded his presence. Indeed,
their
intercourse formed a
singularmixture of confidence and
constraint. Mr. Vere's most important affairs were regulated by
Mr. Ratcliffe; and although he was none of those indulgent men of
fortune, who, too indolent to manage their own business, are glad
to devolve it upon another, yet, in many instances, he was
observed to give up his own judgment, and
submit to the contrary
opinions which Mr. Ratcliffe did not
hesitatedistinctly to
express.
Nothing seemed to vex Mr. Vere more than when strangers indicated
any
observation of the state of tutelage under which he appeared
to labour. When it was noticed by Sir Frederick, or any of his
intimates, he sometimes repelled their remarks
haughtily and
indignantly, and sometimes endeavoured to evade them, by saying,
with a forced laugh, "That Ratcliffe knew his own importance, but
that he was the most honest and skilful fellow in the world; and
that it would be impossible for him to manage his English affairs
without his advice and
assistance." Such was the person who
entered the room at the moment Mr. Vere was summoning him to his
presence, and who now heard with surprise, mingled with obvious
incredulity, the hasty
narrative of what had
befallen Isabella.
Her father concluded, addressing Sir Frederick and the other
gentlemen, who stood around in
astonishment, "And now, my
friends, you see the most
unhappy father in Scotland. Lend me
your
assistance, gentlemen--give me your advice, Mr. Ratcliffe.
I am
incapable of
acting, or thinking, under the unexpected
violence of such a blow."
"Let us take our horses, call our attendants, and scour the
country in
pursuit of the villains," said Sir Frederick.
"Is there no one whom you can suspect," said Ratcliffe,
gravely,
"of having some
motive for this strange crime? These are not the
days of
romance, when ladies are carried off merely for their
beauty."
"I fear," said Mr. Vere, "I can too well
account for this strange
incident. Read this letter, which Miss Lucy Ilderton thought fit
to address from my house of Ellieslaw to young Mr. Earnscliff;
whom, of all men, I have a
hereditary right to call my enemy.
You see she writes to him as the confidant of a
passion which he
has the
assurance to
entertain for my daughter; tells him she
serves his cause with her friend very ardently, but that he has a
friend in the
garrison who serves him yet more
effectually. Look
particularly at the pencilled passages, Mr. Ratcliffe, where this
meddling girl recommends bold measures, with an
assurance that
his suit would be successful
anywhere beyond the bounds of the
barony of Ellieslaw."
"And you argue, from this
romantic letter of a very
romanticyoung lady, Mr. Vere," said Ratcliffe, "that young Earnscliff has
carried off your daughter, and committed a very great and
criminal act of
violence, on no better advice and
assurance than
that of Miss Lucy Ilderton?"
"What else can I think?" said Ellieslaw.
"What else CAN you think?" said Sir Frederick; "or who else
could have any
motive for committing such a crime?"
"Were that the best mode of fixing the guilt," said Mr.
Ratcliffe,
calmly, "there might easily be
pointed out persons to
whom such actions are more
congenial, and who have also