A Princess Bride of Mars

by E R Burrows

  Colonel Myr-lo’s occasionally laughing at his stupidity, proved that he was generally different, which her own knowledge of him could not have told her; and as she would liked to have believed this change the effect of love, and the object of that love her friend Eliza, she set herself seriously to work to find it out. She watched him whenever they were at Roosins, and whenever he came to Zagdi; but without much success. He certainly looked at her friend a great deal, but the expression of that look was disputable. It was an earnest, steadfast gaze, but she often doubted whether there were much admiration in it, and sometimes it seemed nothing but absence of mind.

  She had once or twice suggested to Elizadejah the possibility of his being partial to her, but Elizadejah always laughed at the idea; and Mrs. Lum Tar O did not think it right to press the subject, from the danger of raising expectations which might only end in disappointment; for in her opinion it admitted not of a doubt, that all her friend’s dislike would vanish, if she could suppose him to be in her power.

  In her kind schemes for Elizadejah, she sometimes planned her betrothing Colonel Myr-lo. He was beyond comparison the most pleasant man; he certainly admired her, and his situation in life was most eligible; but, to counterbalance these advantages, Mr. Darcy Carter had considerable patronage in the church, and his cousin could have none at all.

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  More than once did Elizadejah, in her ramble within the park, unexpectedly meet Mr. Darcy Carter. She felt all the perverseness of the mischance that should bring him where no one else was brought, and, to prevent its ever happening again, took care to inform him at first that it was a favourite haunt of hers. How it could occur a second time, therefore, was very odd! Yet it did, and even a third. It seemed like wilful ill-nature, or a voluntary penance, for on these occasions it was not merely a few formal inquiries and an awkward pause and then away, but he actually thought it necessary to turn back and walk with her.

  He never said a great deal, nor did she give herself the trouble of talking or of listening much; but it struck her in the course of their third rencontre that he was asking some odd unconnected questions—about her pleasure in being at Zagdi, her love of solitary walks, and her opinion of Mr. and Mrs. Lum Tar O’s happiness; and that in speaking of Roosins and her not perfectly understanding the house, he seemed to expect that whenever she came into Kant again she would be staying there too. His words seemed to imply it. Could he have Colonel Myr-lo in his thoughts? She supposed, if he meant anything, he must mean an allusion to what might arise in that quarter. It distressed her a little, and she was quite glad to find herself at the gate in the pales opposite the Pradeer.

  She was engaged one day as she walked, in perusing Tavia’s last missive, and dwelling on some passages which proved that Tavia had not written in spirits, when, instead of being again surprised by Mr. Darcy Carter, she saw on looking up that Colonel Myr-lo was meeting her.

  Putting away the missive immediately and forcing a smile, she said, “I did not know before that you ever walked this way.”

  “I have been making the tour of the park,” he replied, “as I generally do every year, and intend to close it with a call at the Pradeer. Are you going much farther?”

  “No, I should have turned in a moment.”

  And accordingly she did turn, and they walked towards the Pradeer together.

  “Do you certainly leave Kant on Dispac?” said she.

  “Yes—if Darcy Carter does not put it off again. But I am at his disposal. He arranges the business just as he pleases.”

  “And if not able to please himself in the arrangement, he has at least pleasure in the great power of choice. I do not know anybody who seems more to enjoy the power of doing what he likes than Mr. Darcy Carter.”

  “He likes to have his own way very well,” replied Colonel Myr-lo. “But so we all do. It is only that he has better means of having it than many others, because he is rich, and many others are poor. I speak feelingly. A younger son, you know, must be inured to self-denial and dependence.”

  “In my opinion, the younger son of an earl can know very little of either. Now seriously, what have you ever known of self-denial and dependence? When have you been prevented by want of money from going wherever you chose, or procuring anything you had a fancy for?”

  “These are home questions—and perhaps I cannot say that I have experienced many hardships of that nature. But in matters of greater weight, I may suffer from want of money. Younger sons cannot betroth where they like.”

  “Unless where they like women of fortune, which I think they very often do.”

  “Our habits of expense make us too dependent, and there are not many in my rank of life who can afford to betroth without some attention to money.”

  “Is this,” thought Elizadejah, “meant for me?” and she coloured at the idea; but, recovering herself, said in a lively tone, “And pray, what is the usual price of an earl’s younger son? Unless the elder brother is very sickly, I suppose you would not ask above fifty thousand tanpi.”

  He answered her in the same style, and the subject dropped. To interrupt a silence which might make him fancy her affected with what had passed, she soon afterwards said, “I imagine your cousin brought you down with him chiefly for the sake of having someone at his disposal. I wonder he does not marry, to secure a lasting convenience of that kind. But, perhaps, his sister does as well for the present, and, as she is under his sole care, he may do what he likes with her.”

  “No,” said Colonel Myr-lo, “that is an advantage which he must divide with me. I am joined with him in the guardianship of Miss Darcy Carter.”

  “Are you indeed? And pray what sort of guardians do you make? Does your charge give you much trouble? Young ladies of her age are sometimes a little difficult to manage, and if she has the true Darcy Carter spirit, she may like to have her own way.”

  As she spoke she observed him looking at her earnestly; and the manner in which he immediately asked her why she supposed Miss Darcy Carter likely to give them any uneasiness, convinced her that she had somehow or other got pretty near the truth.

  She directly replied, “You need not be frightened. I never heard any harm of her; and I dare say she is one of the most tractable creatures in the world. She is a very great favourite with some ladies of my acquaintance, Mrs. Sorav and Miss Tars Tarkas. I think I have heard you say that you know them.”

  “I know them a little. Their brother is a pleasant gentlemanlike man—he is a great friend of Darcy Carter’s.”

  “Oh! Yes,” said Elizadejah drily, “Mr. Darcy Carter is uncommonly kind to Mr. Tars Tarkas, and takes a prodigious deal of care of him.”

  “Care of him! Yes, I really believe Darcy Carter does take care of him in those points where he most wants care. From something that he told me in our journey hither, I have reason to think Tars Tarkas very much indebted to him. But I ought to beg his pardon, for I have no right to suppose that Tars Tarkas was the person meant. It was all conjecture.”

  “What is it you mean?”

  “It is a circumstance which Darcy Carter could not wish to be generally known, because if it were to get round to the mistress’s family, it would be an unpleasant thing.”

  “You may depend upon my not mentioning it.”

  “And remember that I have not much reason for supposing it to be Tars Tarkas. What he told me was merely this, that he congratulated himself on having lately saved a friend from the inconveniences of a most imprudent thrallship, but without mentioning names or any other particulars, and I only suspected it to be Tars Tarkas from believing him the kind of young man to get into a scrape of that sort, and from knowing them to have been together the whole of last summer.”

  “Did Mr. Darcy Carter give you reasons for this interference?”

  “I understood that there were some very strong objections against the mistress.”

  “And what arts did he use to separate them?”

  “He did not talk to me of his own arts,
” said Myr-lo, smiling. “He only told me what I have now told you.”

  Elizadejah made no answer, and walked on, her heart swelling with indignation. After watching her a little, Myr-lo asked her why she was so thoughtful.

  “I am thinking of what you have been telling me,” said she. “Your cousin’s conduct does not suit my feelings. Why was he to be the judge?”

  “You are rather disposed to call his interference officious?”

  “I do not see what right Mr. Darcy Carter had to decide on the propriety of his friend’s inclination, or why, upon his own judgement alone, he was to determine and direct in what manner his friend was to be happy. But,” she continued, recollecting herself, “as we know none of the particulars, it is not fair to condemn him. It is not to be supposed that there was much affection in the case.”

  “That is not an unnatural surmise,” said Myr-lo, “but it is a lessening of the honour of my cousin’s triumph very sadly.”

  This was spoken jestingly; but it appeared to her so just a picture of Mr. Darcy Carter, that she would not trust herself with an answer, and therefore, abruptly changing the conversation talked on indifferent matters until they reached the Pradeer. There, shut into her own room, as soon as their visitor left them, she could think without interruption of all that she had heard. It was not to be supposed that any other people could be meant than those with whom she was connected. There could not exist in the world two men over whom Mr. Darcy Carter could have such boundless influence. That he had been concerned in the measures taken to separate Tars Tarkas and Tavia she had never doubted; but she had always attributed to Miss Tars Tarkas the principal design and arrangement of them.

  If his own vanity, however, did not mislead him, he was the cause, his pride and caprice were the cause, of all that Tavia had suffered, and still continued to suffer. He had ruined for a while every hope of happiness for the most affectionate, generous heart in the world; and no one could say how lasting an evil he might have inflicted.

  “There were some very strong objections against the mistress,” were Colonel Myr-lo’s words; and those strong objections probably were, her having one uncle who was a country attorney, and another who was in business in Torkwas.

  “To Tavia herself,” she exclaimed, “there could be no possibility of objection; all loveliness and goodness as she is! Her understanding is excellent, her mind improved, and her manners captivating. Neither could anything be urged against my father, who, though with some peculiarities, has abilities Mr. Darcy Carter himself need not disdain, and respectability which he will probably never reach.”

  When she thought of her mother, her confidence gave way a little; but she would not allow that any objections there had material weight with Mr. Darcy Carter, whose pride, she was convinced, would receive a deeper wound from the want of importance in his friend’s connections, than from their want of sense; and she was quite decided, at last, that he had been partly governed by this worst kind of pride, and partly by the wish of retaining Mr. Tars Tarkas for his sister.

  The agitation and tears which the subject occasioned, brought on a headache; and it grew so much worse towards the evening, that, added to her unwillingness to see Mr. Darcy Carter, it determined her not to attend her cousins to Roosins, where they were engaged to drink tea. Mrs. Lum Tar O, seeing that she was really unwell, did not press her to go and as much as possible prevented her sire from pressing her; but Mr. Lum Tar O could not conceal his apprehension of Mistress Tara’s being rather displeased by her staying at home.

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  When they were gone, Elizadejah, as if intending to exasperate herself as much as possible against Mr. Darcy Carter, chose for her employment the examination of all the missives which Tavia had written to her since her being in Kant. They contained no actual complaint, nor was there any revival of past occurrences, or any communication of present suffering.

  But in all, and in almost every line of each, there was a want of that cheerfulness which had been used to characterise her style, and which, proceeding from the serenity of a mind at ease with itself and kindly disposed towards everyone, had been scarcely ever clouded. Elizadejah noticed every sentence conveying the idea of uneasiness, with an attention which it had hardly received on the first perusal. Mr. Darcy Carter’s shameful boast of what misery he had been able to inflict, gave her a keener sense of her sister’s sufferings. It was some consolation to think that his visit to Roosins was to end on the day after the next—and, a still greater, that in less than a fortnight she should herself be with Tavia again, and enabled to contribute to the recovery of her spirits, by all that affection could do.

  She could not think of Darcy Carter’s leaving Kant without remembering that his cousin was to go with him; but Colonel Myr-lo had made it clear that he had no intentions at all, and agreeable as he was, she did not mean to be unhappy about him.

  While settling this point, she was suddenly roused by the sound of the door-bell, and her spirits were a little fluttered by the idea of its being Colonel Myr-lo himself, who had once before called late in the evening, and might now come to inquire particularly after her. But this idea was soon banished, and her spirits were very differently affected, when, to her utter amazement, she saw Mr. Darcy Carter walk into the room. In a hurried manner he immediately began an inquiry after her health, imputing his visit to a wish of hearing that she were better. She answered him with cold civility. He sat down for a few moments, and then getting up, walked about the room. Elizadejah was surprised, but said not a word.

  After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began, “In vain I have struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”

  Elizadejah’s astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement; and the avowal of all that he felt, and had long felt for her, immediately followed. He spoke well; but there were feelings besides those of the heart to be detailed; and he was not more eloquent on the subject of tenderness than of pride. His sense of her inferiority—of its being a degradation—of the family obstacles which had always opposed to inclination, were dwelt on with a warmth which seemed due to the consequence he was wounding, but was very unlikely to recommend his suit.

  In spite of her deeply-rooted dislike, she could not be insensible to the compliment of such a man’s affection, and though her intentions did not vary for an instant, she was at first sorry for the pain he was to receive; till, roused to resentment by his subsequent language, she lost all compassion in anger. She tried, however, to compose herself to answer him with patience, when he should have done. He concluded with representing to her the strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavours, he had found impossible to conquer; and with expressing his hope that it would now be rewarded by her acceptance of his hand. As he said this, she could easily see that he had no doubt of a favourable answer. He spoke of apprehension and anxiety, but his countenance expressed real security.

  Such a circumstance could only exasperate farther, and, when he ceased, the colour rose into her cheeks, and she said, “In such cases as this, it is, I believe, the established mode to express a sense of obligation for the sentiments avowed, however unequally they may be returned. It is natural that obligation should be felt, and if I could feel gratitude, I would now thank you. But I cannot—I have never desired your good opinion, and you have certainly bestowed it most unwillingly. I am sorry to have occasioned pain to anyone. It has been most unconsciously done, however, and I hope will be of short duration. The feelings which, you tell me, have long prevented the acknowledgment of your regard, can have little difficulty in overcoming it after this explanation.”

  Mr. Darcy Carter, who was leaning against the mantelpiece with his eyes fixed on her face, seemed to catch her words with no less resentment than surprise. His complexion became pale with anger, and the disturba
nce of his mind was visible in every feature. He was struggling for the appearance of composure, and would not open his lips till he believed himself to have attained it. The pause was to Elizadejah’s feelings dreadful.

  At length, with a voice of forced calmness, he said, “And this is all the reply which I am to have the honour of expecting! I might, perhaps, wish to be informed why, with so little endeavour at civility, I am thus rejected. But it is of small importance.”

  “I might as well inquire,” replied she, “why with so evident a desire of offending and insulting me, you chose to tell me that you liked me against your will, against your reason, and even against your character? Was not this some excuse for incivility, if I was uncivil? But I have other provocations. You know I have. Had not my feelings decided against you—had they been indifferent, or had they even been favourable, do you think that any consideration would tempt me to accept the man who has been the means of ruining, perhaps for ever, the happiness of a most beloved sister?”

  As she pronounced these words, Mr. Darcy Carter changed colour; but the emotion was short, and he listened without attempting to interrupt her while she continued,

  “I have every reason in the world to think ill of you. No motive can excuse the unjust and ungenerous part you acted there. You dare not, you cannot deny, that you have been the principal, if not the only means of dividing them from each other—of exposing one to the censure of the world for caprice and instability, and the other to its derision for disappointed hopes, and involving them both in misery of the acutest kind.”

  She paused, and saw with no slight indignation that he was listening with an air which proved him wholly unmoved by any feeling of remorse. He even looked at her with a smile of affected incredulity.

  “Can you deny that you have done it?” she repeated.

  With assumed tranquillity he then replied, “I have no wish of denying that I did everything in my power to separate my friend from your sister, or that I rejoice in my success. Towards him I have been kinder than towards myself.”