‘I hope I don’t disturb you,’ said the captain, when Magdalen entered the room. ‘Allow me to apologize for the smell of tobacco, and to say two words on the subject of our next proceedings. To put it with my customary frankness, Mrs Lecount puzzles me, and I propose to return the compliment by puzzling her. The course of action which I have to suggest is a very simple one. I have had the honour of giving you a severe neuralgic attack already, and I beg your permission (when Mr Noel Vanstone sends to inquire to-morrow morning) to take the further liberty of laying you up altogether. Question from Sea-View Cottage: “How is Miss Bygrave this morning?” Answer from North Shingles: “Much worse: Miss Bygrave is confined to her room.” Question repeated every day, say for a fortnight: “How is Miss Bygrave?” Answer repeated, if necessary, for the same time: “No better.” Can you bear the imprisonment? I see no objection to your getting a breath of fresh air the first thing in the morning, or the last thing at night. But for the whole of the day, there is no disguising it, you must put yourself in the same category with Mrs Wragge – you must keep your room.’
‘What is your object in wishing me to do this?’ inquired Magdalen.
‘My object is twofold,’ replied the captain. ‘I blush for my own stupidity; but the fact is I can’t see my way plainly to Mrs Lecount’s next move. All I feel sure of is, that she means to make another attempt at opening her master’s eyes to the truth. Whatever means she may employ to discover your identity, personal communication with you, must be necessary to the accomplishment of her object. Very good. If I stop that communication, I put an obstacle in her way at starting – or, as we say at cards, I force her hand. Do you see the point?’
Magdalen saw it plainly. The captain went on.
‘My second reason for shutting you up,’ he said, ‘refers entirely to Mrs Lecount’s master. The growth of love, my dear girl, is, in one respect, unlike all other growths – it flourishes under adverse circumstances. Our first course of action is to make Mr Noel Vanstone feel the charm of your society. Our next, is to drive him distracted by the loss of it. I should have proposed a few more meetings, with a view to furthering this end, but for our present critical position towards Mrs Lecount. As it is, we must trust to the effect you produced yesterday, and try the experiment of a sudden separation rather sooner than I could have otherwise wished. I shall see Mr Noel Vanstone, though you don’t – and if there is a raw place established anywhere about the region of that gentleman’s heart, trust me to hit him on it! You are now in full possession of my views. Take your time to consider, and give me your answer – Yes or No.’
‘Any change is for the better,’ said Magdalen, ‘which keeps me out of the company of Mrs Lecount and her master! Let it be as you wish.’
She had hitherto answered faintly and wearily; but she spoke those last words with a heightened tone, and a rising colour – signs which warned Captain Wragge not to press her farther.
‘Very good,’ said the captain. ‘As usual, we understand each other. I see you are tired; and I won’t detain you any longer.’
He rose to open the door, stopped half-way to it, and came back again. ‘Leave me to arrange matters with the servant downstairs,’ he continued. ‘You can’t absolutely keep your bed; and we must purchase the girl’s discretion when she answers the door – without taking her into our confidence, of course. I will make her understand that she is to say you are ill, just as she might say you are not at home, as a way of keeping unwelcome acquaintances out of the house. Allow me to open the door for you. – I beg your pardon, you are going into Mrs Wragge’s work-room, instead of going to your own.’
‘I know I am,’ said Magdalen. ‘I wish to remove Mrs Wragge from the miserable room she is in now, and to take her upstairs with me.’
‘For the evening?’
‘For the whole fortnight.’
Captain Wragge followed her into the dining-room and wisely closed the door before he spoke again.
‘Do you seriously mean to inflict my wife’s society on yourself, for a fortnight?’ he asked, in great surprise.
‘Your wife is the only innocent creature in this guilty house,’ she burst out vehemently. ‘I must and will have her with me!’
‘Pray don’t agitate yourself,’ said the captain. ‘Take Mrs Wragge by all means. I don’t want her.’ Having resigned the partner of his existence in those terms, he discreetly returned to the parlour. ‘The weakness of the sex!’ thought the captain, tapping his sagacious head. ‘Lay a strain on the female intellect – and the female temper gives way directly.’
The strain, to which the captain alluded, was not confined that evening, to the female intellect at North Shingles: it extended to the female intellect at Sea-View. For nearly two hours, Mrs Lecount sat at her desk, writing, correcting, and writing again, before she could produce a letter to Miss Vanstone the elder, which exactly accomplished the object she wanted to attain. At last, the rough draft was completed to her satisfaction; and she made a fair copy of it, forthwith, to be posted the next day.
Her letter thus produced, was a master-piece of ingenuity. After the first preliminary sentences, the housekeeper plainly informed Norah of the appearance of the visitor in disguise at Vauxhall Walk; of the conversation which passed at the interview; and of her own suspicion that the person claiming to be Miss Garth was, in all probability, the younger Miss Vanstone herself. Having told the truth, thus far, Mrs Lecount next proceeded to say, that her master was in possession of evidence which would justify him in putting the law in force; that he knew the conspiracy with which he was threatened to be then in process of direction against him at Aldborough; and that he only hesitated to protect himself, in deference to family considerations, and in the hope that the elder Miss Vanstone might so influence her sister, as to render it unnecessary to proceed to extremities.
Under these circumstances (the letter continued) it was plainly necessary that the disguised visitor to Vauxhall Walk should be properly identified – for if Mrs Lecount’s guess proved to be wrong, and if the person turned out to be a stranger, Mr Noel Vanstone was positively resolved to prosecute in his own defence. Events at Aldborough, on which it was not necessary to dwell, would enable Mrs Lecount in a few days to gain sight of the suspected person in her own character. But as the housekeeper was entirely unacquainted with the younger Miss Vanstone, it was obviously desirable that some better informed person should, in this particular, take the matter in hand. If the elder Miss Vanstone happened to be at liberty to come to Aldborough herself, would she kindly write and say so? – and Mrs Lecount would write back again to appoint a day. If, on the other hand, Miss Vanstone was prevented from taking the journey, Mrs Lecount suggested that her reply should contain the fullest description of her sister’s personal appearance – should mention any little peculiarities which might exist in the way of marks on her face or her hands — and should state (in case she had written lately) what the address was in her last letter, and failing that, what the postmark was on the envelope. With this information to help her, Mrs Lecount would, in the interest of the misguided young lady herself, accept the responsibility of privately identifying her; and would write back immediately to acquaint the elder Miss Vanstone with the result.
The difficulty of sending this letter to the right address gave Mrs Lecount very little trouble. Remembering the name of the lawyer who had pleaded the cause of the two sisters in Michael Vanstone’s time, she directed her letter to ‘Miss Vanstone, care of—Pendril, Esquire, London’. This she enclosed in a second envelope, addressed to Mr Noel Vanstone’s solicitor, with a line inside, requesting that gentleman to send it at once to the office of Mr Pendril.
‘Now,’ thought Mrs Lecount, as she locked the letter up in her desk, preparatory to posting it the next day, with her own hand; ‘now I have got her!’
The next morning, the servant from Sea-View came, with her master’s compliments, to make inquiries after Miss Bygrave’s health. Captain Wragge’s bulletin was duly announc
ed – Miss Bygrave was so ill, as to be confined to her room.
On the reception of this intelligence, Noel Vanstone’s anxiety led him to call at North Shingles himself, when he went out for his afternoon walk. Miss Bygrave was no better. He inquired if he could see Mr Bygrave. The worthy captain was prepared to meet this emergency. He thought a little irritating suspense would do Noel Vanstone no harm; and he had carefully charged the servant, in case of necessity, with her answer: ‘Mr Bygrave begged to be excused; he was not able to see any one.’
On the second day, inquiries were made as before, by message in the morning, and by Noel Vanstone himself in the afternoon. The morning answer (relating to Magdalen) was, ‘a shade better’. The afternoon answer (relating to Captain Wragge) was, ‘Mr Bygrave has just gone out’. That evening, Noel Vanstone’s temper was very uncertain; and Mrs Lecount’s patience and tact were sorely tried in the effort to avoid offending him.
On the third morning, the report of the suffering young lady was less favourable – ‘Miss Bygrave was still very poorly, and not able to leave her bed’. The servant returning to Sea-View with this message, met the postman, and took into the breakfast-room with her two letters addressed to Mrs Lecount.
The first letter was in a handwriting familiar to the housekeeper. It was from the medical attendant on her invalid brother at ZÜrich; and it announced that the patient’s malady had latterly altered in so marked a manner for the better, that there was every hope now of preserving his life.
The address on the second letter was in a strange handwriting. Mrs Lecount, concluding that it was the answer from Miss Vanstone, waited to read it until breakfast was over, and she could retire to her own room.
She opened the letter, looked at once for the name at the end, and started a little as she read it. The signature was not ‘Norah Vanstone’, but ‘Harriet Garth’.
Miss Garth announced that the elder Miss Vanstone had, a week since, accepted an engagement as governess – subject to the condition of joining the family of her employer at their temporary residence in the south of France, and of returning with them when they came back to England, probably in a month or six weeks’ time. During the interval of this necessary absence, Miss Vanstone had requested Miss Garth to open all her letters; her main object in making that arrangement being to provide for the speedy answering of any communication which might arrive for her from her sister. Miss Magdalen Vanstone had not written since the middle of July – on which occasion the post-mark on the letter showed that it must have been posted in London, in the district of Lambeth – and her elder sister had left England in a state of the most distressing anxiety on her account.
Having completed this explanation, Miss Garth then mentioned that family circumstances prevented her from travelling personally to Aldborough to assist Mrs Lecount’s object – but that she was provided with a substitute, in every way fitter for the purpose, in the person of Mr Pendril. That gentleman was well acquainted with Miss Magdalen Vanstone; and his professional experience and discretion would render his assistance doubly valuable. He had kindly consented to travel to Aldborough whenever it might be thought necessary. But, as his time was very valuable, Miss Garth specially requested that he might not be sent for, until Mrs Lecount was quite sure of the day on which his services might be required.
While proposing this arrangement, Miss Garth added that she thought it right to furnish her correspondent with a written description of the younger Miss Vanstone, as well. An emergency might happen which would allow Mrs Lecount no time for securing Mr Pendril’s services; and the execution of Mr Noel Vanstone’s intentions towards the unhappy girl who was the object of his forbearance, might be fatally delayed by an unforeseen difficulty in establishing her identity. The personal description, transmitted under these circumstances, then followed. It omitted no personal peculiarity by which Magdalen could be recognized; and it included the ‘two little moles close together on the left side of the neck’, which had been formerly mentioned in the printed handbills sent to York.
In conclusion, Miss Garth expressed her fears that Mrs Lecount’s suspicions were only too likely to be proved true. While, however, there was the faintest chance that the conspiracy might turn out to be directed by a stranger, Miss Garth felt bound in gratitude towards Mr Noel Vanstone, to assist the legal proceedings which would, in that case, be instituted. She accordingly appended her own formal denial -which she would personally repeat, if necessary – of any identity between herself and the person in disguise who had made use of her name. She was the Miss Garth who had filled the situation of the late Mr Andrew Vanstone’s governess; and she had never in her life been in, or near, the neighbourhood of Vauxhall Walk.
With this disclaimer – and with the writer’s fervent assurances that she would do all for Magdalen’s advantage which her sister might have done, if her sister had been in England – the letter concluded. It was signed in full, and was dated with the business-like accuracy in such matters which had always distinguished Miss Garth’s character.
This letter placed a formidable weapon in the housekeeper’s hands.
It provided a means of establishing Magdalen’s identity through the intervention of a lawyer by profession. It contained a personal description minute enough to be used to advantage, if necessary, before Mr Pendril’s appearance. It presented a signed exposure of the false Miss Garth, under the hand of the true Miss Garth; and it established the fact, that the last letter received by the elder Miss Vanstone from the younger, had been posted (and therefore probably written) in the neighbourhood of Vauxhall Walk. If any later letter had been received, with the Aldborough post-mark, the chain of evidence, so far as the question of localities was concerned, might doubtless have been more complete. But, as it was, there was testimony enough (aided as that testimony might be, by the fragment of the brown alpaca dress still in Mrs Lecount’s possession) to raise the veil which hung over the conspiracy, and to place Mr Noel Vanstone face to face with the plain and startling truth.
The one obstacle which now stood in the way of immediate action on the housekeeper’s part, was the obstacle of Miss Bygrave’s present seclusion within the limits of her own room. The question of gaining personal access to her, was a question which must be decided before any communication could be opened with Mr Pendril. Mrs Lecount put on her bonnet at once, and called at North Shingles to try what discoveries she could make for herself, before post-time.
On this occasion, Mr Bygrave was at home; and she was admitted without the least difficulty.
Careful consideration that morning had decided Captain Wragge on advancing matters a little nearer to the crisis. The means by which he proposed achieving this result, made it necessary for him to see the housekeeper and her master separately, and to set them at variance by producing two totally opposite impressions relating to himself, on their minds. Mrs Lecount’s visit, therefore, instead of causing him any embarrassment, was the most welcome occurrence he could have wished for. He received her in the parlour, with a marked restraint of manner, for which she was quite unprepared. His ingratiating smile was gone, and an impenetrable solemnity of countenance appeared in its stead.
‘I have ventured to intrude on you, sir,’ said Mrs Lecount, ‘to express the regret with which both my master and I have heard of Miss Bygrave’s illness. Is there no improvement?’
‘No, ma’am,’ replied the captain, as briefly as possible. ‘My niece is no better.’
‘I have had some experience, Mr Bygrave, in nursing. If I could be of any use –’
‘Thank you, Mrs Lecount. There is no necessity for our taking advantage of your kindness.’
This plain answer was followed by a moment’s silence. The housekeeper felt some little perplexity. What had become of Mr Bygrave’s elaborate courtesy, and Mr Bygrave’s many words? Did he want to offend her? If he did, Mrs Lecount then and there determined that he should not gain his object.
‘May I inquire the nature of the illness?’ she persist
ed. ‘It is not connected, I hope, with our excursion to Dunwich?’
‘I regret to say, ma’am,’ replied the captain, ‘it began with that neuralgic attack in the carriage.’
‘So! so!’ thought Mrs Lecount. ‘He doesn’t even try to make me think the illness a real one; he throws off the mask, at starting – Is it a nervous illness, sir?’ she added, aloud.
The captain answered by a solemn affirmative inclination of the head.
‘Then you have two nervous-sufferers in the house, Mr Bygrave?’
‘Yes, ma’am – two. My wife and my niece.’
‘That is rather a strange coincidence of misfortunes.’
‘It is, ma’am. Very strange.’
In spite of Mrs Lecount’s resolution not to be offended, Captain Wragge’s exasperating insensibility to every stroke she aimed at him, began to ruffle her. She was conscious of some little difficulty in securing her self-possession, before she could say anything more.
‘Is there no immediate hope,’ she resumed, ‘of Miss Bygrave being able to leave her room?’
‘None whatever, ma’am.’
‘You are satisfied, I suppose, with the medical attendance?’
‘I have no medical attendance,’ said the captain, composedly. ‘I watch the case myself.’
The gathering venom in Mrs Lecount swelled up at that reply, and overflowed at her lips.
‘Your smattering of science, sir,’ she said, with a malicious smile, ‘includes, I presume, a smattering of medicine as well?’
‘It does, ma’am,’ answered the captain, without the slightest disturbance of face or manner. ‘I know as much of one as I do of the other.’
The tone in which he spoke those words, left Mrs Lecount but one dignified alternative. She rose to terminate the interview. The temptation of the moment proved too much for her; and she could not resist casting the shadow of a threat over Captain Wragge at parting.
‘I defer thanking you, sir, for the manner in which you have received me,’ she said, ‘until I can pay my debt of obligation to some purpose. In the mean time, I am glad to infer, from the absence of a medical attendant in the house, that Miss Bygrave’s illness is much less serious than I had supposed it to be when I came here.’