I remember both for her
own sake and because of a curious occurrence connected with her. A
year and a half before (or thereabouts) society had been startled by the
elopement of Miss T. with Sir R. E. They were married, went to France,
and lived together a month or two. Suddenly Sir R. went off alone;
whose the fault was nobody knew, or at least it never came to my ears.
The lady was not long left in solitude, and, when I met her, she passed
as Mrs F., wife of Captain F. The Captain seemed to me an ordinary
good-looking reckless young fellow; but Mrs F. was a more striking
person. She was tall, graceful, and very fair, a beautiful woman (I
might rather say girl) beyond question. Talk revealed her as an absolute
child in a moral sense, with a child's infinite candor, a child's infinite
deceit, a child's love of praise, a child's defiance of censure where
approval would be too dearly earned. She was hardly a reasonable
being, as we men of the world understand the term; she was however
an exceedingly attractive creature. The natural feelings of a woman, at
least, were strong in her, and she was fretting over the prospects of the
baby who was soon to be born to her. Captain F. shared her anxiety. I
understood their feelings even more fully (in any case the situation was
distressing) when I learnt from Madame de Kries that in certain events
(which happened later) the lady and her child after her would become
persons of rank and importance.
Now comes the scene which has stamped itself on my memory. I was
sitting in Madame de Kries' parlor with her and her daughter--an odd
dark little thing, five or six years old. Suddenly Mrs F. came in. She
was in a state of agitation and excitement by no means healthy (I
should suppose) for one in her condition. She held a letter in her hand
and waved it in the air, crying, 'Sir R.'s dead, Sir R.'s dead! We can be
married! Oh, we're in time, in time, in time!' Extraordinary as such
exclamations may appear when the circumstances and my own
presence are considered, I have repeated them verbatim. Then she sank
down on the sofa, Madame de Kries kneeling by her, while the Imp (as
I called the child, whom I disliked) stared at her open-eyed, wondering
no doubt what the fuss was about. Directly after F. came in, almost as
upset as Mrs F., and the pair between them managed to explain to us
that she had received a letter from Sir R.'s servant (with whom she had
apparently maintained some communication), announcing that his
master had, after two days' illness, died of heart complaint on the 6th
June. 'Think of the difference it makes, the enormous difference!' she
gasped, jumping up again and standing in the middle of the room. She
was so full of this idea that she did not spare a thought to the dead man
or to anything which might strike us as peculiar or distasteful in her
own attitude and the way in which she received the news. 'We shall be
married directly,' she continued with that strange absence of shame or
pretence which always marked her, 'and then it'll be all right, and
nobody'll be able to say a word in the future.' She went on in this strain
for a long while, until Madame de Kries at last insisted on her calming
herself, and proposed to accompany her to her own house. At this point
I made my excuses and retired, the Imp following me to the door and
asking me, as I went out, why people had to be married again when
other people died; she was a child who needed wiser and firmer
bringing-up than her mother gave her.
I did not myself see Captain and Mrs F. again, as I left Heidelberg the
next day, 22nd June. I learnt however from Madame de Kries that the
wedding was hurried on and took place on the day following my
departure; after this the pair went to Baden, and there, a fortnight later,
the child--a boy--was born. I must confess that I was glad the young
couple had avoided the calamity they were in dread of, although I am
not sure that I had a right to wish that they should escape the full
consequences of their fault.
My feelings were abruptly changed when, on paying a flying visit to
Madame de Kries a few months later, I heard the sequel of the story,
told to me in the strictest confidence, and in violation, I fear, of the old
lady's pledge of secrecy. (She was a sad gossip, a failing with which I
have
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