“hence, horrible shadow,!

unreal mockery, hence!”

macbeth.

near a month elapsed without any remarkable occurrence: the melancholy of la motte suffered little abatement; and the behaviour of madame to adeline, though somewhat softened, was still far from kind. louis, by numberless little attentions, testified his growing affection for adeline, who continued to treat them as passing civilities.

it happened, one stormy night, as they were preparing for rest, that they were alarmed by a trampling of horses near the abbey. the sound of several voices succeeded, and a loud knocking at the great gate of the hall soon after firmed the alarm. la motte had little doubt that the officers of justice had at length discovered his retreat, and the perturbation of fear almost confounded his senses; he, however, ordered the lights to be extinguished, and a profound silence to be observed, unwilling to neglect even the slightest possibility of security. there was a chance, he thought, that the persons might suppose the place uninhabited, and believe they had mistaken the object of their search. his orders were scarcely obeyed, when the knocking was renewed, and with increased violence. la motte now repaired to a small grated window in the portal of the gate, that he might observe the number and appearance of the strangers.

the darkness of the night baffled his purpose; he could only perceive a groupe of men on horseback; but, listening attentively, he distinguished a part of their discourse. several of the men contended, that they had mistaken the place; till a person, who, from his authoritative voice, appeared to be their leader, affirmed, that the lights had issued from this spot, and he was positive there were persons within. having said this, he again knocked loudly at the gate, and was answered only by hollow echoes. la motte’s heart trembled at the sound, and he was unable to move.

after waiting some time, the strangers seemed as if in consultation, but their discourse was conducted in such a low tone of voice, that la motte was unable to distinguish its purport. they withdrew from the gate, as if to depart, but he presently thought he heard them amongst the trees on the other side of the fabric, and soon became convinced they had not left the abbey. a few minutes held la motte in a state of torturing suspence; he quitted the grate, where louis now stationed himself, for that part of the edifice which overlooked the spot where he supposed them to be waiting.

the storm was now loud, and the hollow blasts, which rushed among the trees, prevented his distinguishing any other sound. once, in the pauses of the wind, he thought he heard distinct voices; but he was not long left to conjecture, for the renewed knocking at the gate again appalled him; and regardless of the terrors of madame la motte and adeline, he ran to try his last chance of concealment, by means of the trap-door.

soon after, the violence of the assailants seeming to increase with every gust of the tempest, the gate, which was old and decayed, burst from its hinges, and admitted them to the hall. at the moment of their entrance, a scream from madame la motte, who stood at the door of an adjoining apartment, confirmed the suspicions of the principal stranger, who continued to advance, as fast as the darkness would permit him.

adeline had fainted, and madame la motte was calling loudly for assistance, when peter entered with lights, and discovered the hall filled with men, and his young mistress senseless upon the floor. a chevalier now advanced, and soliciting pardon of madame for the rudeness of his conduct, was attempting an apology, when perceiving adeline, he hastened to raise her from the ground, but louis, who now returned, caught her in his arms, and desired the stranger not to interfere.

the person, to whom he spoke this, wore the star of one of the first orders in france, and had an air of dignity, which declared him to be of superior rank. he appeared to be about forty, but, perhaps, the spirit and fire of his countenance made the impression of time upon his features less perceptible. his softened aspect and insinuating manners, while, regardless of himself, he seemed attentive only to the condition of adeline, gradually dissipated the apprehensions of madame la motte, and subdued the sudden resentment of louis. upon adeline, who was yet insensible, he gazed with an eager admiration, which seemed to absorb all the faculties of his mind. she was, indeed, an object not to be contemplated with indifference.

her beauty, touched with the languid delicacy of illness, gained from sentiment what it lost in bloom. the negligence of her dress, loosened for the purpose of freer respiration, discovered those glowing charms, which her auburn tresses, that fell in profusion over her bosom, shaded, but could not conceal.

there now entered another stranger, a young chevalier, who, having spoken hastily to the elder, joined the general groupe that surrounded adeline. he was of a person, in which elegance was happily blended with strength, and had a countenance animated, but not haughty; noble, yet expressive of peculiar sweetness. what rendered it at present more interesting, was the compassion he seemed to feel for adeline, who now revived and saw him, the first object that met her eyes, bending over her in silent anxiety.

on perceiving him, a blush of quick surprize passed over her cheek, for she knew him to be the stranger she had seen in the forest. her countenance instantly changed to the paleness of terror, when she observed the room crowded with people. louis now supported her into another apartment, where the two chevaliers, who followed her, again apologized for the alarm they had occasioned. the elder, turning to madame la motte, said, “you are, no doubt, madam, ignorant that i am the proprietor of this abbey.” she started: “be not alarmed, madam, you are safe and welcome. this ruinous spot has been long abandoned by me, and if it has afforded you a shelter i am happy.” madame la motte expressed her gratitude for this condescension, and louis declared his sense of the politeness of the marquis de montalt, for that was the name of the noble stranger.

“my chief residence,” said the marquis, “is in a distant province, but i have a chateau near the borders of the forest, and in returning from an excursion, i have been benighted and lost my way. a light, which gleamed through the trees, attracted me hither, and, such was the darkness without, that i did not know it proceeded from the abbey till i came to the door.” the noble deportment of the strangers, the splendour of their apparel, and, above all, this speech dissipated every remaining doubt of madame’s, and she was giving orders for refreshments to be set before them, when la motte, who had listened, and was now convinced he had nothing to fear, entered the apartment.

he advanced towards the marquis with a complacent air, but, as he would have spoke, the words of welcome faultered on his lips, his limbs trembled, and a ghastly paleness overspread his countenance. the marquis was little less agitated, and, in the first moment of surprize, put his hand upon his sword, but, recollecting himself, he withdrew it, and endeavoured to obtain a command of features. a pause of agonizing silence ensued. la motte made some motion towards the door, but his agitated frame refused to support him, and he sunk into a chair, silent and exhausted. the horror of his countenance, together with his whole behaviour, excited the utmost surprize in madame, whose eyes inquired of the marquis more than he thought proper to answer: his looks increased, instead of explaining the mystery, and expressed a mixture of emotions, which she could not analyse. meanwhile, she endeavoured to soothe and revive her husband, but he repressed her efforts, and, averting his face, covered it with his hands.

the marquis, seeming to recover his presence of mind, stepped to the door of the hall where his people were assembled, when la motte, starting from his seat, with a frantic air, called on him to return. the marquis looked back and stopped, but still hesitating whether to proceed; the supplications of adeline, who was now returned, added to those of la motte, determined him, and he sat down. “i request of you, my lord,” said la motte, “that we may converse for a few moments by ourselves.”

“the request is bold, and the indulgence, perhaps, dangerous,” said the marquis: “it is more also than i will grant. you can have nothing to say, with which your family are not acquainted — speak your purpose and be brief.” la motte’s complection varied to every sentence of this speech. “impossible, my lord,” said he; “my lips shall close for ever, ere they pronounce before another human being the words reserved for you alone. i entreat — i supplicate of you a few moments private discourse.” as he pronounced these words, tears swelled into his eyes, and the marquis, softened by his distress, consented, though with evident emotion and reluctance, to his request.

la motte took a light and led the marquis to a small room in a remote part of the edifice, where they remained near an hour. madame, alarmed by the length of their absence, went in quest of them: as she drew near, a curiosity, in such circumstances, perhaps not unjustifiable, prompted her to listen. la motte just then exclaimed — “the phrenzy of despair!” — some words followed, delivered in a low tone, which she could not understand — “i have suffered more than i can express,” continued he; “the same image has pursued me in my midnight dream, and in my daily wanderings. there is no punishment, snort of death, which i would not have endured, to regain the state of mind, with which i entered this forest. i again address myself to your compassion.”

a loud gust of wind, that burst along the passage where madame la motte stood, overpowered his voice and that of the marquis, who spoke in reply: but she soon after distinguished these words, — “to-morrow, my lord, if you return to these ruins, i will lead you to the spot.”

“that is scarcely necessary, and may be dangerous,” said the marquis. from “you, my lord, i can excuse these doubts,” resumed la motte; “but i will swear whatever you shall propose. yes,” continued he, “whatever may be the consequence, i will swear to submit to your decree!” the rising tempest again drowned the sound of their voices, and madame la motte vainly endeavoured to hear those words, upon which, probably, hung the explanation of this mysterious conduct. they now moved towards the door, and she retreated with precipitation to the apartment where she had left adeline, with louis and the young chevalier.

hither the marquis and la motte soon followed, the first haughty and cool, the latter somewhat more composed than before, though the impression of horror was not yet faded from his countenance. the marquis passed on to the hall where his retinue awaited: the storm was not yet subsided, but he seemed impatient to be gone, and ordered his people to be in readiness. la motte observed a sullen silence, frequently pacing the room with hasty steps, and sometimes lost in reverie. meanwhile, the marquis, seating himself by adeline, directed to her his whole attention, except when sudden fits of absence came over is mind and suspended him in silence: at these times the young chevalier addressed adeline, who, with diffidence and some agitation, shrunk from the observance of both.

the marquis had been near two hours at the abbey, and the tempest still continuing, madame la motte offered him a bed. a look from her husband made her tremble for the consequence. her offer was, however, politely declined, the marquis being evidently as impatient to be gone, as his tenant appeared distressed by his presence. he often returned to the hall, and from the gates raised a look of impatience to the clouds. nothing was to be seen through the darkness of night — nothing heard but the howlings of the storm.

the morning dawned before he departed. as he was preparing to leave the abbey, la motte again drew him aside, and held him for a few moments in close conversation. his impassioned gestures, which madame la motte observed from a remote part of the room, added to her curiosity a degree of wild apprehension, derived from the obscurity of the subject. her endeavour to distinguish the corresponding words was baffled by the low voice in which they were uttered.

the marquis and his retinue at length departed, and la motte, having himself fastened the gates, silently and dejectedly withdrew to his chamber. the moment they were alone, madame seized the opportunity of entreating her husband to explain the scene she had witnessed. “ask me no questions,” said la motte sternly, “for i will answer none. i have already forbade your speaking to me on this subject.”

“what subject?” said his wife. la motte seemed to recollect himself — “no matter — i was mistaken — i thought you had repeated these questions before.”

“ah!” said madame la motte, “it is then as i suspected: your former melancholy, and the distress of this night, have the same cause.”

“and why should you either suspect or inquire? am i always to be persecuted with conjectures?”

“pardon me, i meant not to persecute you; but my anxiety for your welfare will not suffer me to rest under this dreadful uncertainty. let me claim the privilege of a wife, and share the affliction which oppresses you. deny me not.” — la motte interrupted her, “whatever may be the cause of the emotions which you have witnessed, i swear that i will not now reveal it. a time may come, when i shall no longer judge concealment necessary; till then be silent, and desist from importunity; above all, forbear to remark to any one what you may have seen uncommon in me. bury your surmise in your own bosom, as you would avoid my curse and my destruction.” the determined air with which he spoke this, while his countenance was overspread with a livid hue, made his wife shudder; and she forbore all reply.

madame la motte retired to bed, but not to rest. she ruminated on the past occurrence; and her surprize and curiosity, concerning the words and behaviour of her husband, were but more strongly stimulated by reflection. one truth, however, appeared; she could not doubt, but the mysterious conduct of la motte, which had for so many months oppressed her with anxiety, and the late scene with the marquis originated from the same cause. this belief, which seemed to prove how unjustly she had suspected adeline, brought with it a pang of self-accusation. she looked forward to the morrow, which would lead the marquis again to the abbey, with impatience. wearied nature at length resumed her rights, and yielded a short oblivion of care.

at a late hour, the next day, the family assembled to breakfast. each individual of the party appeared silent and abstracted, but very different was the aspect of their features, and still more the complection of their thoughts. la motte seemed agitated by impatient fear, yet the sullenness of despair overspread his countenance. a certain wildness in his eye at times expressed the sudden start of horror, and again his features would sink into the gloom of despondency.

madame la motte seemed harrassed with anxiety; she watched every turn of her husband’s countenance, and impatiently waited the arrival of the marquis. louis was composed and thoughtful. adeline seemed to feel her full share of uneasiness. she had observed the behaviour of la motte the preceding night with much surprize, and the happy confidence she had hitherto reposed in him, was shaken. she feared also, lest the exigency of his circumstances should precipitate him again into the world, and that he would be either unable or unwilling to afford her a shelter beneath his roof.

during breakfast, la motte frequently rose to the window, from whence he cast many an anxious look. his wife understood too well the cause of his impatience, and endeavoured to repress her own. in these intervals, louis attempted by whispers to obtain some information from his father, but la motte always returned to the table, where the presence of adeline prevented farther discourse.

after breakfast, as he walked upon the lawn, louis would have joined him, but la motte peremptorily declared he intended to be alone, and soon after, the marquis having not yet arrived, proceeded to a greater distance from the abbey.

adeline retired into their usual working room with madame la motte, who affected an air of cheerfulness, and even of kindness. feeling the necessity of offering some reason for the striking agitation of la motte, and of preventing the surprize, which the unexpected appearance of the marquis would occasion adeline, if she was left to connect it with his behaviour of the preceding night, she mentioned that the marquis and la motte had long been known to each other, and that this unexpected meeting, after an absence of many years, and under circumstances so altered and humiliating, on the part of the latter, had occasioned him much painful emotion. this had been heightened by a consciousness that the marquis had formerly misinterpreted some circumstances in his conduct towards him, which had caused a suspension of their intimacy.

this account did not bring conviction to the mind of adeline, for it seemed inadequate to the degree of emotion, the marquis and la motte had mutually betrayed. her surprize was excited, and her curiosity awakened by the words, which were meant to delude them both. but she forbore to express her thoughts.

madame proceeding with her plan, said, “the marquis was now expected, and she hoped whatever differences remained, would be perfectly adjusted.” adeline blushed, and endeavouring to reply, her lips faltered. conscious of this agitation, and of the observance of madame la motte, her confusion increased, and her endeavours to suppress served only to heighten it. still she tried to renew the discourse, and still she found it impossible to collect her thoughts. shocked lest madame should apprehend the sentiment, which had till this moment been concealed almost from herself, her colour fled, she fixed her eyes on the ground, and, for some time, found it difficult to respire. madame la motte inquired if she was ill, when adeline, glad of the excuse, withdrew to the indulgence of her own thoughts, which were now wholly engrossed by the expectation of seeing again the young chevalier, who had accompanied the marquis.

as she looked from her room, she saw the marquis on horseback, with several attendants, advancing at a distance, and she hastened to apprize madame la motte of his approach. in a short time, he arrived at the gates, and madame and louis went out to receive him, la motte being not yet returned. he entered the hall, followed by the young chevalier, and accosting madame with a sort of stately politeness, inquired for la motte, whom louis now went to seek.

the marquis remained for a few minutes silent, and then asked of madame la motte “how her fair daughter did?” madame understood it was adeline he meant, and having answered his inquiry, and slightly said that she was not related to them, adeline, upon some indication of the marquis’s wish, was sent for. she entered the room with a modest blush and a timid air, which seemed to engage all his attention. his compliments she received with a sweet grace, but, when the younger chevalier approached, the warmth of his manner rendered her’s involuntarily more reserved, and she scarcely dared to raise her eyes from the ground, lest they should encounter his.

la motte now entered and apologized for his absence, which the marquis noticed only by a slight inclination of his head, expressing at the same time by his looks, both distrust and pride. they immediately quitted the abbey together, and the marquis beckoned his attendants to follow at a distance. la motte forbade his son to accompany him, but louis observed he took the way into the thickest part of the forest. he was lost in a chaos of conjecture concerning this affair, but curiosity and anxiety for his father induced him to follow at some distance.

in the mean time, the young stranger, whom the marquis addressed by the name of theodore, remained at the abbey with madame la motte and adeline. the former, with all her address, could scarcely conceal her agitation during this interval. she moved involuntarily to the door, whenever she heard a footstep, and several times she went to the hall door, in order to look into the forest, but as often returned, checked by disappointment. no person appeared. theodore seemed to address as much of his attention to adeline, as politeness would allow him to withdraw from madame la motte. his manners so gentle, yet dignified, insensibly subdued her timidity, and banished her reserve. her conversation no longer suffered a painful constraint, but gradually disclosed the beauties of her mind, and seemed to produce a mutual confidence. a similarity of sentiment soon appeared, and theodore, by the impatient pleasure which animated his countenance, seemed frequently to anticipate the thought of adeline.

to them the absence of the marquis was short, though long to madame la motte, whose countenance brightened, when she heard the trampling of horses at the gate.

the marquis appeared but for a moment, and passed on with la motte to a private room, where they remained for some time in conference, immediately after which he departed. theodore took leave of adeline, who, as well as la motte and madame, attended them to the gates, with an expression of tender regret, and, often as he went, looked back upon the abbey, till the intervening branches intirely excluded it from his view.

the transient glow of pleasure diffused over the cheek of adeline disappeared with the young stranger, and she sighed as she turned into the hall. the image of thedoore pursued her to her chamber; she recollected with exactness every particular of his late conversation — his sentiments so congenial with her own — his manners so engaging — his countenance so animated — so ingenuous and so noble, in which manly dignity was blended with the sweetness of benevolence — these, and every other grace, she recollected, and a soft melancholy stole upon her heart. “i shall see him no more,” said she. a sigh, that followed, told her more of her heart than she wished to know. she blushed, and sighed again, and then suddenly recollecting herself, she endeavoured to divert her thoughts to a different subject. la motte’s connection with the marquis for some time engaged her attention, but, unable to develope the mystery that attended it, she sought a refuge from her own reflections in the more pleasing ones to be derived from books.

during this time, louis, shocked and surprized at the extreme distress which his father had manifested upon the first appearance of the marquis, addressed him upon the subject. he had no doubt that the marquis was intimately concerned in the event which made it necessary for la motte to leave paris, and he spoke his thoughts without disguise, lamenting at the same time the unlucky chance, which had brought him to seek refuge in a place, of all others, the least capable of affording it — the estate of his enemy. la motte did not contradict this opinion of his son’s, and joined in lamenting the evil fate which had conducted him thither.

the term of louis’s absence from his regiment, was now nearly expired, and he took occasion to express his sorrow, that he must soon be obliged to leave his father in circumstances so dangerous as the present. “i should leave you, sir, with less pain,” continued he, “was i sure i knew the full extent of your misfortunes. at present i am left to conjecture evils, which, perhaps, do not exist. relieve me, sir, from this state of painful uncertainty, and suffer me to prove myself worthy of your confidence.”

“i have already answered you on this subject,” said la motte, “and forbade you to renew it. i am now obliged to tell you, i care not how soon you depart, if i am to be subjected to these inquiries.” la motte walked abruptly away, and left his son to doubt and concern.

the arrival of the marquis had dissipated the jealous fears of madame la motte, and she awoke to a sense of her cruelty towards adeline. when she considered her orphan state — the uniform affection which had appeared in her behaviour — the mildness and patience with which she had borne her injurious treatment, she was shocked, and took an early opportunity of renewing her former kindness. but she could not explain this seeming inconsistency of conduct, without betraying her late suspicions, which she now blushed to remember, nor could she apologise for her former behaviour, without giving this explanation.

she contented herself, therefore, with expressing in her manner the regard which was thus revived. adeline was at first surprized, but she felt too much pleasure at the change to be scrupulous in inquiring its cause.

but, notwithstanding the satisfaction which adeline received from the revival of madame la motte’s kindness, her thoughts frequently recurred to the peculiar and forlorn circumstances of her condition. she could not help feeling less confidence than she had formerly done in the friendship of madame la motte, whose character now appeared less amiable than her imagination had represented it, and seemed strongly tinctured with caprice. her thoughts often dwelt upon the strange introduction of the marquis at the abbey, and on the mutual emotions and apparent dislike of la motte and himself; and, under these circumstances, it equally excited her surprize that la motte should chuse, and that the marquis should permit him, to remain in his territory.

her mind returned the oftener, perhaps, to this subject, because it was connected with theodore; but it returned unconscious of the idea which attracted it. she attributed the interest she felt in the affair to her anxiety for the welfare of la motte, and for her own future destination, which was now so deeply involved in his. sometimes, indeed, she caught herself busy in conjecture as to the degree of relationship in which theodore stood to the marquis, but she immediately checked her thoughts, and severely blamed herself for having suffered them to stray to an object, which she perceived was too dangerous to her peace.