"You will understand what followed, when Lady Janet opened her matrimonial negotiation.Having perfected herself in her part, Mercy Merrick, to do her justice, was not the woman to play it badly.The most magnanimous sentiments flowed from her lips.She declared that her future life was devoted to acts of charity, typified, of course, by the foundling infant and the ugly little girl.However she might personally suffer, whatever might be the sacrifice of her own feelings--observe how artfully this was put, to insinuate that she was herself in love with him!--she could not accept from Mr.Julian Gray an honor of which she was unworthy.Her gratitude to him and her interest in him alike forbade her to compromise his brilliant future by consent ing to a marriage which would degrade him in the estimation of all his friends.
She thanked him (with tears); she thanked Lady Janet (with more tears);but she dare not, in the interests of his honor and his happiness, accept the hand that he offered to her.God bless and comfort him; and God help her to bear with her hard lot!
"The object of this contemptible comedy is plain enough to my mind.
She is simply holding off (Julian, as you know, is a poor man) until the influence of Lady Janet's persuasion is backed by the opening of Lady Janet's purse.In one word--Settlements! But for the profanity of the woman's language, and the really lamentable credulity of the poor old lady, the whole thing would make a fit subject for a burlesque.
"But the saddest part of the story is still to come.
"In due course of time the lady's decision was communicated to Julian Gray.He took leave of his senses on the spot.Can you believe it?-- he has resigned his curacy! At a time when the church is thronged every Sunday to hear him preach, this madman shuts the door and walks out of the pulpit.
Even Lady Janet was not far enough gone in folly to abet him in this.She remonstrated, like the rest of his friends.Perfectly useless! He had but one answer to everything they could say: 'My career is closed.' What stuff!
"You will ask, naturally enough, what this perverse man is going to do next.I don't scruple to say that he is bent on committing suicide.Pray do not be alarmed! There is no fear of the pistol, the rope, or the river.Julian is simply courting death--within the limits of the law.
"This is strong language, I know.You shall hear what the facts are, and judge for yourself.
"Having resigned his curacy, his next proceeding was to offer his services, as volunteer, to a new missionary enterprise on the West Coast of Africa.
The persons at the head of the mission proved, most fortunately, to have a proper sense of their duty.Expressing their conviction of the value of Julian's assistance in the most handsome terms, they made it nevertheless a condition of entertaining his proposal that he should submit to examination by a competent medical man.After some hesitation he consented to this.
The doctor's report was conclusive.In Julian's present state of health the climate of West Africa would in all probability kill him in three months'
time.
"Foiled in his first attempt, he addressed himself next to a London Mission.Here it was impossible to raise the question of climate, and here, I grieve to say, he has succeeded.
"He is now working--in other words, he is now deliberately risking his life--in the Mission to Green Anchor Fields.The district known by this name is situated in a remote part of London, near the Thames.It is notoriously infested by the most desperate and degraded set of wretches in the whole metropolitan population, and it is so thickly inhabited that it is hardly ever completely free from epidemic disease.In this horrible place, and among these dangerous people, Julian is now employing himself from morning to night.None of his old friends ever see him.Since he joined the Mission he has not even called on Lady Janet Roy.
"My pledge is redeemed--the facts are before you.Am I wrong in taking my gloomy view of the prospect? I cannot forget that this unhappy man was once my friend, and I really see no hope for him in the future.Deliberately self-exposed to the violence of ruffians and the outbreak of disease, who is to extricate him from his shocking position? The one person who can do it is the person whose association with him would be his ruin--Mercy Merrick.Heaven only knows what disasters it may be my painful duty to communicate to you in my next letter!
"You are so kind as to ask me to tell you something about myself and my plans.
"I have very little to say on either head.After what I have suffered--my feelings trampled on, my confidence betrayed--I am as yet hardly capable of deciding what I shall do.Returning to my old profession--to the army--is out of the question, in these leveling days, when any obscure person who can pass an examination may call himself my brother officer, and may one day, perhaps, command me as my superior in rank.If I think of any career, it is the career of diplomacy.Birth and breeding have not quite disappeared as essential qualifications in that branch of the public service.But I have decided nothing as yet.
"My mother and sisters, in the event of your returning to England, desire me to say that it will afford them the greatest pleasure to make your acquaintance.
Sympathizing with me, they do not forget what you too have suffered.Awarm welcome awaits you when you pay your first visit at our house.Most truly yours, "HORACE HOLMCROFT." II.
From MISS GRACE ROSEBERRY to MR.HORACE HOLMCROFT.
"DEAR MR.HOLMCROFT--I snatch a few moments from my other avocations to thank you for your most interesting and delightful letter.How well you describe, how accurately you judge! If Literature stood a little higher as a profession, I should almost advise you--but no! if you entered Literature, how could you associate with the people whom you would be likely to meet?
"Between ourselves, I always thought Mr.Julian Gray an overrated man.
