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CHAPTER XII. THE EXPLOSION.

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there are some boys so naturally passionate and vicious, in whose dispositions the evil so strongly predominates over the good, that we are obliged to own that under no conceivable course of training could they have turned out otherwise than bad. some faults might have been checked by early firmness, some vices eradicated by judicious kindness and care, yet nothing could ever have altered the radical nature; nothing could ever have made a fair, straight tree out of that crooked and distorted sapling. such a character was that of robert gregory, and in his case there was no countervailing force, either of judicious kindness or of proper severity, to check the strong tendency to evil in his disposition. his mother had died when he was an infant, and his father—who had married late in life, and who had no other children,—indulged his every whim, and neither thwarted him in any desire, nor punished him for any fault; and so he grew up an idle, passionate, turbulent boy, pursuing his own way, and laughing to scorn the entreaties and prayers of his weak father. as time went on, his character developed; he chose his companions from the wildest and least reputable youths of the neighbourhood, and soon became even wilder and less reputable than the worst of them. he at length led such a life, that his father was only too glad when he expressed a desire to go up to london, in hopes that there, with other companions and habits, he might yet retrieve himself. robert gregory was not all bad, he had his good points, and with other training might have turned out, if not a good man, at any rate not the character that dr. ashleigh had described. he was good-natured and even generous—by fits and starts certainly—but still enough so to make those who knew him as a boy, before he had got entirely beyond all control, regret that his father, by his weakness and injudicious kindness, was allowing him to grow up a curse to himself and a nuisance to the whole neighbourhood. any hopes his father may have entertained of his reformation from the influence of a life in london, were destined to be very shortly extinguished. he wrote at first flaming accounts of the grand friends he was making, but lamenting their expensive way of living, and begging more money to enable him to do as they did. for months, for years, the letters came regularly, and always demanding money, sometimes very large sums. some of these letters were accompanied by plausible tales that he wished to oblige his great friends, through whom he shortly expected to obtain a lucrative appointment. at other times he told the truth—various losses on the turf, or heavy gambling debts which must, he said, be paid, or his honour would be irretrievably lost. the old man patiently answered these constant demands upon him, and paid without a complaint the large sums required. he truly, although weakly, loved this reprobate son of his: he knew that no remonstrances could now avail: he feared so to alienate the liking which his son still felt for him by remonstrances which would irritate, without reforming him, and so he continued to pay, and pay. "the boy can have it but once," he said to himself; "as well now as at my death; there will be enough to last my time." but there hardly was. after robert had been six years in london, during which he had only paid three or four flying visits to his native place, he received a letter from his father, asking him to let him know the total amount of his debts; as he would rather settle the whole at once and set him clear, than be continually asked for money. robert consequently sent him a list, which even he had grace enough left to be ashamed of. however, the enormous amount was paid without a word; but a week afterwards a letter came from his father, saying that in six years he had spent no less than £40,000, and that now there only remained the house in which the old man lived and a small farm which yielded a bare £200 a year; that this he would not touch, and that not one single penny would he farther advance his son; but that if he chose to come down and live with him, that he would meet with a hearty welcome, and with not one word of reproach for the past. seeing no other course open to him, robert gregory came back sulkily enough to the old house, where, as has before been said, the old man did not live many months.

long as was the list of debts which robert had sent up from london, it had by no means comprised the whole of them. at his father's death, therefore, he was obliged to mortgage the farm to nearly its full value, to satisfy the most pressing of his creditors, and then, for the first time in his life, robert gregory asked himself how he was to live. it was by no means an easy question to answer; indeed, think the matter over as he would, he could imagine no mode by which, even had he been inclined to work, which he was not, he could have earned his living. it was while he was vainly, week after week, endeavouring to solve this problem, that the intention of mr. harmer to make sophy needham his heiress was made public. robert gregory hailed the news as a direct answer to his question—he would marry the heiress. he did not jump at the conclusion in haste; he inquired closely concerning the habits of the family at harmer place, of whom previously he had known nothing except by name; he found that their life had been hitherto one of seclusion, owing to the ascetic life of the miss harmers, and the studious one of their brother; he heard of sophy needham's birth and origin, and he heard, too, that society refused to visit her, and at last he said to himself confidently and firmly, "i will marry her." having arrived at this determination, robert gregory at once proceeded to act upon it, and soon had his whole scheme arranged to his satisfaction. he felt that the matter was one which required time, and he accordingly sold the farm for two or three hundred pounds beyond the amount for which it was mortgaged, and on this sum he calculated to be able to live until he was able to marry sophy.

this done, putting on a shooting suit, he day after day concealed himself in the grounds at some distance from the house, at a spot from which he could see when sophy strolled out, and could watch the direction she took. one day he perceived that the course she was following in her ramble would lead her close to the boundary of the property; making a circuit, he took his position on the other side of the hedge, and therefore off the harmer estate. when sophy came along, and he could see that she was immediately opposite him, separated only by the hedge, he discharged both barrels of his gun. sophy naturally uttered an exclamation of surprise and alarm, and this was all he needed.

as if astonished at finding a lady so close to him, he crossed the hedge, and lifting his hat, he apologized deeply for the alarm he had given her, trusted that the shock had not been serious, and in fact made so good a use of his time, that he managed to detain her in conversation for a quarter of an hour.

robert gregory, it has already been said, was a handsome man with a good figure. his conversation and manners might not have passed muster in critical society, still he had seen enough of the world to be able to assume the air of a gentleman sufficiently well to deceive a girl who had hardly ever conversed with a young man before in her life; his address to her was straightforward and outspoken, and yet with something deferential about it to which sophy was quite unaccustomed, and which gratified her exceedingly.

the attempt of robert gregory was well-timed. sophy knew that mr. harmer had proclaimed her his heiress, and she felt, and felt keenly, that society refused to call upon her or recognise her; she was naturally a sensitive, shy girl, and the accident of her birth had been a constant pain and sorrow to her, and she was, therefore, in exactly the frame of mind to receive with greedy pleasure the expression of robert gregory's deference and distantly expressed admiration. she noted no bad expression in the handsome face which smiled upon her, she detected no flaw in the fine figure which bent a little as he spoke to her; she only saw one who treated her—her whom the world scorned and repelled—with respectful deference and admiration; and from that moment her heart went out freely and fully towards him.

as he was leaving her, robert gregory mentioned that he lived on the other side of canterbury, but was out for a day's shooting on the neighbouring estate. he said that on that day week he should again be there, and asked her if she frequently walked in that direction; he urged that he should feel really anxious to know if she had suffered from the effect of the sudden alarm he had given her, and that he hoped she would be kind enough to let him know how she was.

sophy coloured and paused, and then said that she frequently walked in that direction, and that if he happened to see her as she went past, she should of course be happy to assure him that she was not in the least upset by the little start that she had had. and so they parted, and robert gregory felt, that as far as she was concerned, the game was won.

again and again they met, and before very long he spoke of love to her; and sophy, whose life had been hitherto a joyless one, gave him her heart without concealment, and found that, for the first time, she had discovered happiness. but that happiness soon had its alloy of trouble. when christmas came, and the bishop and his wife called, and society in general followed their example, sophy naturally wondered, and asked robert why he did not do the same. he was prepared for the question, which he knew must come sooner or later, and his answer had long been determined upon. he at once said that he threw himself entirely on her mercy, and even if it were the signal for his dismissal from her side for ever, he would tell her the truth. he told her that, owing to want of control as a boy, he had been when a very young man, spendthrift and wild, and that he had dissipated his fortune in folly and amusements. that the christian propriety of canterbury had taken upon itself to be greatly scandalized thereby; and that although he had long since given up his former courses, and had returned and lived happily and quietly with his old father, although that father himself had never complained to him, or, he believed, to any one, of his previous folly, yet that society in general had taken upon itself to refuse its assent to the welcome of the prodigal, but had indeed desired him to go into a far country and be fed upon husks.

sophy, instead of being shocked at all this, clung to him, as might have been expected, all the closer. the well-affected scorn and bitterness with which he spoke of the christian charity of society, struck, as he had intended it should, a sympathetic chord in her own breast; for had not she, too, been declared under the ban of society, and for no fault or sin of her own? it is true, society had now condescended to visit her, but why? was she any better or more honourably born than before? had her conduct in any way softened them towards her? not a bit. a bishop had said that she might be visited, and so the world had graciously extended its hand and received her into its fold. but although sophy accepted the offered hand, she hated the giver of it; and although she arrayed her face with a placid smile as she entered into society, it only covered a sense of bitter outrage and of indignant contempt. nursing, as she did, feelings like these, it was with an absolute sense of pleasure that she found that her lover, like herself, was deemed an outcast. to her it was but one more new tie between them; and when robert had finished his confession, her own rage and wrongs against society broke out in a stream of bitter, passionate words, and robert gregory found there was far more in the ordinarily tranquil, quiet woman before him than he had ever given her credit for. however, her present frame of mind was most favourable for his plans, and he therefore took good care to keep alive her resentment against the world, in order to bind her more closely to himself. it was soon after this that the fêtes at harmer place were given. robert gregory managed to obtain an invitation, but arranged with sophy that he would not dance with her, alleging the truth, that if he did so, society would be sure to poison mr. harmer's mind against him, and render his consent to their marriage out of the question; and sophy was content to follow his guidance in all things, and to see everything with his eyes.

the real difficulties of robert gregory's course were only yet beginning. sophy was, indeed, won; but it was sophy's money, and not herself, that he cared for; now sophy's money at present depended upon mr. harmer, and not upon herself; and robert feared that in the event of a runaway match, mr. harmer would very materially alter his will. still, on the other hand, her grandfather was extremely fond of her; he had no one else to leave his money to, and he might in time reinstate her in his favour. at last he asked sophy if she thought mr. harmer would, after a time, forgive her if she made a runaway match with him, for he had no hope of ever obtaining his consent beforehand. sophy was very loath to answer the question. she was quite ready to marry robert, but she shrank from the thought of paining the old man who had been so kind to her. however, as robert again and again returned to the point, she at last came to discuss it as calmly as he did.

"yes, she thought mr. harmer would be reconciled to her; she believed he would miss her so much, that he would be sure to forgive her in a short time; it was not in his nature to bear malice to any one. yes, he would soon come round; indeed, she was certain that if robert would but make himself known to him, that mr. harmer would not care for what other people said, but would judge for himself, and would esteem and like him as she did."

this course sophy pressed very much upon her lover, with many loving entreaties and tears, for she really loved mr. harmer truly, and shrank from grieving him. these entreaties, however, robert always gently, but decidedly put aside. he said that mr. harmer would be certain to believe the edict of society against him, would decline to grant him any opportunity of justifying himself, and would refuse to allow him to enter the house. besides he would be just as angry at discovering the secret understanding which existed between them, as he would be at their marriage, and he would be certain to forbid all intercourse between them, and perhaps even insert a condition in his will forbidding her to marry him under pain of the forfeiture of his fortune. for robert made no secret from sophy that her money would be of the greatest use to them; not, as he put it, that he cared for money for its own sake, but that if they were rich they could spend their life abroad, where no scoff or sneer of society could reach them, and where they should never be disturbed by the sarcasms and whispers of the world; while they, in their turn, would be able to show society how heartily they despised it, and how well they could do without it.

sophy, in her present state of mind, thought all this very grand and heroic, and really believed that her lover spoke in a noble and disinterested manner; and as she was herself perfectly conscious of the advantages of wealth, she quite agreed that, if possible, her fortune should not be sacrificed.

robert, then, at last, succeeded in persuading her that a runaway match was the only alternative, and as she really believed that she would be very soon forgiven by mr. harmer, it was at length arranged to take place shortly. this was in the spring of the year, and their secret acquaintance had then continued eighteen months. the date was fixed for the elopement, when the paralytic stroke which mr. harmer had put a stop to all their plans; and this for two reasons: pressed as he again was for money—for his creditors, who had been only partially paid before, were now becoming clamorous—robert gregory felt that with mr. harmer at the point of death it would be perfect madness to run the risk of sophy being disinherited, when a few weeks might leave her the undisputed owner of £75,000; so although sorely harassed for money, he was content to wait. the other reason was that sophy was full of remorse at the thought that she had been at the point of deserting her benefactor. she met robert now very seldom, but devoted herself to mr. harmer. as, however, the weeks ran on, he slowly but surely recovered health and became his former self, and her constant attendance on him was no longer needed; so she fell back to her old habits; her meetings in the plantation became more frequent, and his influence resumed its power over her. robert gregory had discernment enough to suit his behaviour to his words: when the old man was at his worst, he was full of tender commiseration for her; when he began to recover, he pretended a warm interest in his health, although inwardly he was filled with rage and chagrin at his convalescence. at length his own affairs arrived at such a crisis that he was in momentary fear of arrest, and he felt that once in prison his union with sophy must be postponed at any rate till after mr. harmer's death, which now again appeared to be a distant event. he, therefore, once more began to persuade sophy to elope with him; but he had a far more difficult task than before. all his old arguments were brought forward; but it was some time before he could succeed. gradually, however, her old habit of listening to his opinion prevailed; she allowed herself to be persuaded that her grandfather might now live for many years, and that he could for a short time dispense with her services; that as she had been so useful to him during his illness, and as he must be more attached to her than ever, it was quite certain that he could not for long remain proof to her entreaties for forgiveness.

and so at last, but not without many tears and much bitter self-reproach, sophy consented to an elopement—consented at that very interview coming from which dr. ashleigh surprised robert gregory—who, elated by his success, was making his way off without observing his usual care and precaution.

at breakfast on the following morning, mr. harmer remarked that sophy looked pale and ill; she answered that her head ached sadly, but that she had no doubt a stroll in the grounds would do it good. after breakfast she accordingly went out, and, after wandering for some time carelessly in sight of the house, she made her usual circuit to avoid observation, and then entered the plantation near the road. she found robert gregory waiting for her under the tree where they had now met for just two years, sometimes once a week, sometimes once a month, according to the time of year, and the opportunities sophy had for rambling about. robert looked anxiously at her as she came up, to see if there were any signs of flinching or drawing back in her pale face, but there were none. sophy was quiet and shy, but she had a fund of quiet determination and courage within her. he kissed her tenderly. "you are looking pale this morning, little one."

"i daresay," she answered, "for i have not closed my eyes all night. is everything ready?"

"quite. i shall be with the gig in the road just outside that gap, a minute or two before a quarter past eight; if you will get here a few minutes after that time, we shall be able to catch the nine o'clock train to london easily. i shall take you to an hotel near euston square, and we will go on by the early train to scotland, and shall be half way there before they find out in the morning that you are gone. you can trust me, dearest?"

"yes, robert," sophy said quietly. "i have trusted you all these meetings here, and i have found you an honourable gentleman, and i am not going to distrust you now. i feel sure that all will turn out as we wish, and that grandpapa will forgive me very soon, and take us both into favour; and i hope that in a fortnight we shall be back here again, forgiven and welcome." sophy spoke cheerfully, for she really believed what she said.

"are you sure to be able to slip out unobserved?"

"quite sure, robert. i shall go up to bed at eight, and ask not to be disturbed, as i wish to sleep. i shall bring a bag with me, and shall put on a thick veil, so as not to be recognized by any one as we go through canterbury. i have, as i told you, plenty of money. good-bye now, robert, i must not wait here any longer."

"good bye, dear, till this evening."

he looked after her as she went lightly away among the trees, her footsteps scarcely sounding in the limp, new-fallen autumn leaves, and a shade of compunction came over his face. he was certainly a blackguard, he knew it well, but, by heavens, he would try to make this little girl happy. they would be rich some day, and then they would travel for years, and when he came back his evil name would have died out, and he could then lead a quiet, happy life, perhaps at the old house there; and then—and then, who knows; perhaps little children would grow up round him: surely then he must be happy. could it be—good god! could it be possible that he might yet turn out a good man after all? "yes, there was hope for him yet." and as robert gregory turned away, there was a tear in his eye, which was even now growing heavy and red from long excesses and hard drinking, and a sigh, and a half prayer from the heart, from which for long years such things had ceased to rise.

the next morning at ten o'clock, as sophy had not come down to breakfast, mr. harmer, as he went into the library, desired the servant to take his compliments to miss needham, and inquire how she felt. presently the servant came into the library looking very pale and scared. "if you please, sir, miss sophy is not in her room, but there was this letter for you laying on the table." so saying, the girl hastily left the room, to relate to the other servants the extraordinary fact that miss sophy was not in her room, and that her bed had not been slept in.

the letter to mr. harmer was as follows:—

"my dearest grandpapa,

"if you were other than you are, this letter would not be written; i should not dare to plead my cause with you; but i know you so well—i know how kind and good you are—and so i venture to hope for your forgiveness. i am very wicked, grandpapa; i am going away without your consent to be married. he—my husband that is to be—is named robert gregory. he has told me frankly that men do not speak well of him, and that when he was young he was wild and bad. he tells me so, and i must believe him; but he must have been very different to what he is now—for now i know him to be good and noble. i have known him long—i own it with shame that i have never told you before, and many tears the concealment has cost me; but, oh, grandpapa, had i told you, you would have sent him away, and i should have lost him. he and you are all i have in the world; let me keep you both. he showed me kindness when all the world, except you—my kindest and best of friends—turned their backs upon me, and i could not give him up. while i write now, my eyes are full of tears, and my heart bleeds to think of the pain this will give you, after all your goodness to me. oh, forgive me. do for my sake, dear, dear grandpapa, see him and judge for yourself. i only ask this, and then i know you will forgive him and me. write soon to me—only one word—say you forgive me, and let me be your little sophy once more. i shall not love you the less for loving him, and much as i love him, without your forgiveness my life will indeed be miserable.

"write soon, grandpapa—write soon, and say you forgive me, and that i shall again be your own—

"sophy."

presently the misses harmer—who always breakfasted much earlier together, and then retired to a dressing-room they had fitted up as a small oratory—were surprised at loud talking, and confusion in the house. in a short time their own maid knocked at the door, and then came in with a face full of excitement, to say that miss sophy had not slept in her bed, and that they had searched the whole house, and found no signs of her.

"does my brother know?" miss harmer asked, after hearing the whole story very quietly to the end.

"i can't say, ma'am; there was a letter on miss sophy's table, which mary took into mr. harmer, in the library, when she first found it, and he has not come out since."

the misses harmer, with their usual deliberate walk, went down stairs, and then into the library.

mr. harmer was sitting at the table, with his back to the door, and did not turn round at their approach. they went up. beside him on the table lay an open letter—the one from sophy;—in his hand was a pen, and before him a sheet of paper. on it he had written: "my dearest sophy, come back; i forgive"—but the handwriting was strangely indistinct, and the last word, the word "forgive," was large and sprawling, like a schoolboy's writing, and then the pen stopped, and had stopped for ever;—herbert harmer was dead.

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