Classic Audiobook Collection - Secresy, or, the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick ~ Full Audiobook [romance]

Starting point is 00:00:00 Secreasy, or the ruin on the rock, by Eliza Fenwick, Volume Zero, Dedication. Disguise, I see thou art a wickedness. Wherein the pregnant enemy does much. Shakespeare, Two, Eliza B. What does the world care about either you or me? Nothing, but we care for each other, and I grasp at every opportunity of telling it. A letter, they may say, would do as well for that purpose as a dedication. I say no, for a letter is a sort of corruptible substance, and these volumes may be immortal. Beside, it is perhaps my pride to write a dedication, and your pride to receive one. I desire the world then to let it pass. For to tell them a truth, you have paid me for it beforehand. End of dedication. Section 1 of Secrecy, or the Ruin on the Rock.

Starting point is 00:00:59 This is a Librivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Liprivox.org. Recording by Abay in October 2016. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 1 Letter 1 from Carolyn Ashburn to the Honorable George Valmont.

Starting point is 00:01:28 Sir. i am by no means indifferent as to the opinion you may form of me in consequence of my abrupt and in a degree rude conduct when you so preemptorily denied the boon i would have begged on quitting your castle if the reasons which guided your refusal were such as fully satisfied yourself however incompetent they might be in my judgment i was wrong in being offended and in showing my resentment by something like invective Here we had travelled two miles I became sensible of my pride and injustice, and it is from our first resting place I thus present myself to acknowledge my fault, to ask other favours, and to tell you that I have no pleasure in view, equal to that I expected to enjoy in the society of Miss Valmont. But though you denied me the charm of associating with your niece,

Starting point is 00:02:24 you will not also refuse me her correspondence. A letter, sir, cannot waft down your draw-bridges. The spirit of my affection breathed therein cannot disenchant her from the all-powerful spell of your authority. No. And you surely will not forbid an indulgence so endearing to us, while unimportant to yourself. Already I feel assured of your consent, and, with my thanks, dismissed the subject. As your seclusion of Miss Valmont from the world, is not a plan of yesterday, I imagine you are persuaded of its value and propriety, and I therefore

Starting point is 00:03:03 see nothing which should deter me from indulging the strong propensity I feel to inquire into the nature of your system. A system so opposite to the general practice of mankind, and which I am inclined to think is not as perfect as you are willing to suppose. Remembering your contempt of the female character, I am aware that you may possibly treat this part of my letter only with neglect or disdain. Gladly would I devise a means by which to induce you to lay aside this prejudice against us, and in the language of reason, as from one being to another, discuss with me the merits or defects of your plan,

Starting point is 00:03:43 which from its singularity, on the first view, excited my curiosity, and has since, from my observation of some of its consequences, interested me by worthier feelings than that of mere, curiosity. If Miss Valmont's education, treatment and utter seclusion were most valuable for her, why should she, yet so young and removed from the common misfortunes of life, why should she be unhappy? You, sir, may not have perceived this effect of your system, for although shut within the same boundary and resident under one roof, you seldom see her, and when you do see, you do not study her. I believe I know more of her mental temperament in our seven days intercourse than you have

Starting point is 00:04:29 learned in seven years, and I affirm that she is unhappy. Yet it is only from her sudden wanderings in conversation, and that apparent restlessness of dissatisfaction in her, which seeks change of place, because of all places alike are irksome, that I ground my opinion, for having flattered myself that you would permit her to accompany me from your castle, I passed the days of my abode there, in closely observing Miss Valmont, rather than in endeavouring to gain her entire confidence, and have perhaps made but little progress toward obtaining a friendship, to which my heart aspires with zeal and affection. In the hope of a speedy and candid answer from you, I remain, sir, your well-wisher,

Starting point is 00:05:17 and humble servant. Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 1. Section 2 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock This is the Librivox recording Or Librivox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Librivox.org

Starting point is 00:05:38 Recording by Sonia Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock By Eliza Fenwick Volume 1, Letter 2 From Sibela Valmont to Caroline Ashburn I am come from Mr. Valmont's study Can it be? Oh, yes, I am come from Mr. Valmont's presence, to write a letter, a letter to you. Ah, Miss Ashburn, to write a letter to you by my uncles, can command ever be indulgence?

Starting point is 00:06:08 No, no, I will not believe that. No, not even would I believe it, though when my heart expands with swelling emotion, he would then also to command me to— Miss Ashburn, the command of Mr. Valmond in this, as in all other—' instances is stern and repulsive, but, as his commands are odious to my acceptation, so in equal degree is the action of writing a letter to you grateful, delightful, overwhelming. How came it? How have you prevailed? Oh, teach me your art to soften his power, to unloose the grasp of his authority, and I will love you as, I believe I cannot love you better than I do, for have you not cast a ray of cheering light upon my dungeon? have you not bestowed upon me the only charm of existence that i have known for many and many a tedious day but why did you do so do you love me as i love you you never told me so

Starting point is 00:07:06 seven days and seven nights you lived in our castle and you walked with me by day you wandered with me by night i talked to you almost without seizing you spoke infinitely less than i did you pressed my hand as it held yours but you never said i love you i love you i love you you, Sibela, with all my soul. Nor did you ever quit your rest amidst the darkness of the night to hover near my chamber, as I have done near yours. Yes, Miss Ashburn, when at night you had retired from me, I beheld only solitude and imprisonment, and I have waited hours in that forlorn gallery that I might catch the whisper of your breathings, that the consciousness of being near a friend might restore me to hope, to hilarity, to confidence. Yet now I recollected. it, and you do love me, for you ask the imperious, the denying Mr. Valmont, to let you take me from the castle. Oh, you did urge, you did entreat, you do love me. I am writing a letter to you,

Starting point is 00:08:08 and perhaps one day I shall have all my happiness. I wish Mr. Valmont would show me the letter you wrote to him. He has charged me to answer it, and I have been obliged to walk a great while, and to think a great deal, before I could remember a word of what he did. said I was to repeat to you, and now I do not think I recollect the whole. I would return to his study and ask him to tell it me again, but he has an aversion to trouble, and perhaps, irritated by my forgetfulness, might say I should not write to you at all. Ah, if he were to say that, Miss Ashburn, and if it were possible for me to send a letter out of the castle in defiance of his commands, do you think I would obey him? No, no.

Starting point is 00:08:50 Andrew came to me in the wood to bid me attend my uncle in his library and I went thither immediately He was but just risen And the letter which I suppose was your letter And which must have arrived yesterday Was laying open on the table beside him And when he spoke to me he laid his right hand upon the letter

Starting point is 00:09:11 Numberless are the hours child Mr. Valmont said to me soon after I entered That I have employed in pondering on your welfare yet you are not the docile and grateful creature I expected to find you. Sir, I said, if in all those hours of pondering you never thought of the only means by which my welfare can be affected, am I therefore forbidden to be happy? Am I to be unhappy because I and not you discovered how I might be very, very happy? Mr. Valmont raised himself more erect on his chair, and he frowned too. Always reasoning, he said.

Starting point is 00:09:46 I tell you, child, you cannot. you shall not reason repine in secret as much as you please but no reasoning no matter how sullen the submission if it is submission i replied i do not think as you do child you are not born to think you were not made to think he turned the letter on the table as he spoke and took a leaning attitude but i cannot silence sibella cried my uncle he fiercely recovered his upright posture and then for i was effectually silenced he gradually and slowly fell back into his reclining station indeed miss ashburn i am in some instances still a mere child as mr valmont calls me and yet i wish you would account for it for i do not know how i feel every day bolder and bolder i can speak to him when i first meet him as calmly as i can to and i can oppose him a little and when i have not opposed him as much as i wish to do and have ran away from the side of his face and the sound of his voice i take myself to talk and say foolish can a frown kill you can your uncle though he should be tenfold angry with you do more to you than he has already done and when my throbbing heart denies the possibility of that i resolved the next time to tell him everything I feel, and then I wait, and long, and wish that the next time would arrive. When it does arrive, I begin without fear, or at least I have only a weak trembling,

Starting point is 00:11:18 which I should soon lose, if he did not call up one of those frowns which infallibly condemn me to silence and to terror. But I know, and he knows too if he would but own it, that I do think, that I was born to think, and I will think. Oh dear, dear Miss Ashburn, I am writing a letter to you. And what was it but my power of thought, which gave birth to that affection which would impel me on with the rapidity that my pen cannot follow? It seems to me that my thought dictates volumes in an instant, and that in an instant I have said volumes, yet I have only a few pages of paper under my eye and my hand. If Mr. Valmont tells me I cannot cut the air with wings, I will answer, this true, but in imagination I can encroarer.

Starting point is 00:12:05 compass the vast globe in a second hail thought thought the soul of existence not think why do not all forms in which the pulse of life vibrates possess the power of thought have i not seen the worm crawling from his earthy bed to drink the new fallen dew from the grass swiftly shrink back to his shelter his attentive ear alarm by my approach the very insect while sporting in the rapture of a sunbeam on my habit is yet wary and vigilant and will rather leave his half-tasted enjoyment if apprehension sees him, then hazard the possibility of my inflicting injury upon him. And what but thought, imperceptible yet mighty thought, could make a creature so infinitely diminutive in its proportions, so apparently valueless in the creation, shun the hand of power, and seek for itself sources of enjoyment?

Starting point is 00:13:01 I could tell you, Miss Ashburn, how I have imagined I met sympathy and reflection in that flower which enamored of the sun moans throughout the term of his absence, droops on her stalk, and shuts her bosom to the gloom and darkness which succeeds, nor bursts again into vigor and beauty, till cheered by his all-inspiring return. It is not for you, happy you who live with liberty, live as free to indulge as to form your wishes, I say it is not for you to find tongues in the wind. It is for the imprisoned Sibela to feed on such illusions, to waft herself of, on the pinions of fancy beyond Mr. Valmont's barriers, within which, for the two last years, her fetters have been insupportable. For two years, except when she saw you, has she been joyless?

Starting point is 00:13:49 I could talk of those two years, but then I should want also to tell you, Miss Ashburn, of the previous hours, the days, the month, the years that came, that smiled and passed away. I wonder if I should tire you. Surely I think not. yet i have already written much and i have also my uncle's words to deliver hard to quit such a theme for my uncle i told you mr valmont silenced me by his frowns he was sometimes silent himself he took the letter from off the table and appeared to read parts of it at length he said miss ashburn has very properly apologised for her behaviour to me the morning she went hence doubtless child you also were much disappointed that i did not consent to your going with her and her mother No, sir. No, my uncle said, seemingly surprised. And why not? Because I did not expect you would suffer me to go. Me thinks it was a mighty natural expectation. My uncle looked angry. He presently added, did you wish to go with them, child. Oh, yes, sir, I did indeed wish. It was natural enough, Siebella, that you should wish for such an indulgence. And he said this very mildly. But I alone am capable of judging of its propriety. Miss Ashburn, I believe, has been little used to disappointment. I pity her. Perhaps the miserable old age is in store for her.

Starting point is 00:15:13 Impossible, I exclaimed, but the exclamation was swift and low, and my uncle, absorbed in contemplating his own designs, did not hear me. And at last he told me, after many pauses, many slow speeches, that you may write letters to me, and that I shall write letters to you. I would have kissed him, for I had seized his hand, but his eyes spoke no encouragement, and I sat down again to glow and to tremble. Part of what followed has escaped me, as I feared it would. I remember that my uncle said,

Starting point is 00:15:46 Tell Miss Ashburn from me, Sibela, that like all other females, she has decided with more haste than judgment. Thus much for Mr. Valmont. And now for myself, Miss Ashburn. No, dear Caroline, adieu, Sibella Valmont. End of Section 2 Section 3 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock

Starting point is 00:16:11 This is a Librivox recording All LibreVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Librivox.org Recording by Abay in October 2016 Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock By Eliza Fenwick Volume 1, Letter 3.

Starting point is 00:16:34 From Carolyn Ashburn to Siebella Valmont. Thankful to Mr. Valmont for his consent to my request, and more and more endeared to you, my Sibella, by the joy with which you receive his consent, I am impatient till I have explained the motives that withheld me while in the woods of Valmont from saying, I love you. I love you, Sibela, with all my soul. To have these motives fully understood by you, it is necessary I should make a sketch of my education, the incidence of my life, and their consequent effect upon my character.

Starting point is 00:17:15 Yet I know you will continue to read with avidity. Ask yourself if the ear of affection is easily satiated with the communications of a friend, and wonder that you should have repressed your wishes when they incited you to unfold to me with minute attention the feelings of a friend. and wonder that you should have repressed your wishes when they incited you to unfold to me with minute attention the feelings of your heart. The breaks, the illusions in your letter, led me for a time into the tormenting and silly practice of forming conjectures. Now I have ceased to conjecture, but I have not ceased to be desirous of being admitted to your utmost confidence, to the full participation of your remembrances, whether of joy, or of sorrow. You have seen my mother,

Starting point is 00:17:58 Sibela, but people of a superior class must have superior forms, and the endearing name of mother is banished for the cold title of ceremony. Mrs. Ashburn, as I am now tutored to call her, was the very fashionable daughter of very fashionable parents, who died when she had attained the age of 23,

Starting point is 00:18:19 and left her in possession of the most aspiring longings after splendor and disappear. but destitute for every means for their gratification. Among the many friends who came to pity or advice, one offered her his assistance. His proposal was abrupt and disgusting, but there was no alternative. He would equip her to go in search of a wealthy marriage among the luxurious inhabitants of India, or, with her other professing friends, he would leave her to the poverty which lay immediately before her.

Starting point is 00:18:52 The offer, after little deliberation, was accepted. Rather than be poor, she humbled the pride of her birth and pretensions. She strengthened her nerves for the voyage, and, having safely arrived in India, her recommendations, but above all her personal charms, secured her the addresses of Mr. Ashburn, who, though he was neither young nor attractive, had gold and diamonds in abundance. A very short interval elapsed between the commencement of their acquaintance with each other and the celebration of their marriage. After my birth, my father bowed to no other idol than me,

Starting point is 00:19:33 for although my father had gained a very handsome wife and my mother almost the wealthiest of husbands, yet happiness was still at a distance from them. Indolent in the extreme, he appored every species of pleasure which required a portion of activity in its pursuit, he equally abhorred solitude, and expected to find in his wife a lounging companion, a partaker of his habits,

Starting point is 00:20:00 something little differing from a mere automaton. She, on the contrary, was laborious in the pursuits of pleasure and dissipation. She had pride and spirit to maintain her resolution of gratifying her own wishes. He was too idle to remonstrate, and theirs was a union as widely removed from the interruptions of bickerings and jealousies as from the confidence, esteem and endearments of affection. From me, then, my father expected to gain the satisfaction his marriage had failed to afford, nor were his hopes better founded than heretofore. Admired, adored by him, flattered by his slaves, incited by indulgencies showered upon me without distinction to make demands the most extravagant and, unattainable, I often untormented my father by my caprice, then delighted him by my fondness.

Starting point is 00:20:55 But still, every species of advice or of restraint was withheld, and I continued fruitful in expedience for the exercise of my power, continued the discontented slave of my own tyranny. Happily for me, I met with an adventure when I was little more than thirteen years of age, that wrought miracles upon me. Near to a seat of my fathers, as near as the cottage of poverty there rise to the palace of opulence, lived the wife and family of a poor industrious European. The blue eyes of one of their children had spoken so submissively once or twice as she viewed me passing that I became enamored of her interesting countenance and demanded to have her for a playmate. day after day Nancy came, and my fondness for her increased daily. If the turbulence of my temper sometimes broke loose in the course of our amusements,

Starting point is 00:21:53 I afterward endeavored, by increased efforts of condescension, to relieve Nancy from the terror my pride or violence had excited, and to impress her with a strong sense of my attachment to herself, in her presence I effected to be more than commonly overbearing and insolent to those around us, while to her I was attentive and obliging. At length I became resolved to have her wholly at my command, and, without troubling myself to inquire whether or not my father would object to my plan,

Starting point is 00:22:26 I rose earlier than usual one morning, and dispatched a messenger for Nancy, and, while he was absent, pleased myself with anticipating what answers she would make, and what joy she would evince, when I should tell her that, henceforward, she should live with me, and should have as fine clothes, as fine apartments, as as many slaves to obey her as I myself possessed. My messenger returned alone. He told me Nancy was ill. What a disappointment.

Starting point is 00:22:58 How insolent me thought to be ill when I wanted her more than I had ever wanted her before. And so much did she appear to merit my resentment that I gave orders she should be forbidden to see me again, and that all the valuable trinkets I had heaped upon her should be taken from her by force, if she would not yield them when demanded. But no sooner were the toys brought into my presence, then I relented, sent them back with many additions, and wept while I delivered messages, entreating that she would be well by the next day. On the morrow, still no Nancy came, and I passed the day in alternate paroxysms of rage and sorrow.

Starting point is 00:23:41 The third morning I hastened to the cottage, and the first object I beheld was Nancy, blooming as health could make her. The insolence with which I reproached the mother of Nancy on this occasion may be easily imagined, but I shall relate minutely to you, Sibela, the good woman's answer.

Starting point is 00:24:01 I have never forgotten it. Miss, she said, I might as well have told the truth at once, for out it must. Nancy is not sick in buddy, Miss, and if I can help it, she shan't be sick in mind. Your papa is a great rich man, and you will be a great rich lady. You, Miss, who are so high-born and so rich, need not care if people do hate you. But my Nancy is a poor child, and will never have a penny that aren't of her own earning. She never used to fleer and flout and stamp at her little brothers and sisters, as she does since she came to your house, Miss.

Starting point is 00:24:41 And so, Miss, as she will never be able to pay folks for saying she is good when she is bad, I, who am her mother, must make her as good as I can. You may be good enough for a great lady, but Nancy will never be a great lady, and be as angry as you will, Miss, indeed, she can't come to your fine house anymore. Yes, Sibela, she persisted. in defiance of my resentment and its probable consequences, the worthy woman persisted in preserving her child from the infectious example of my vices.

Starting point is 00:25:18 Her lesson had awakened in my mind a true sense of my situation, nor could anger or disdain once force me from the painful conviction that people were hired and paid to lavish on me their insincere encomiums. All the instances of attention or kindness I could recollect, I believed had been mine only because I was rich and powerful. I imagined I saw lurking hatred and loathing in every eye, and though I ceased to command, I resented with an acrimony almost past description

Starting point is 00:25:49 every effort that was directed towards increasing my pleasures or convenience. These ablitions of a wounded vanity insensibly wore away, while I considered how much of amendment and happiness was yet in my power, and, at length, I began seriously to remedy the defects which had made me unworthy to be the companion of Nancy. But, ere I had courage to demand again the society of my little friend, her parents had removed to a distant part of the country, and in this instance frustrated the end of my labours. Yet the labour itself had become delightful, and was amply rewarded by the satisfaction betrayed in the eyes of my numerous attendants. But who, however, had,

Starting point is 00:26:34 as I was a great lady and a rich lady, durst not openly rejoice in my amendment. I longed to hear them burst into praises. I almost sickened for the accents of a well-earned commendation, but shame of my former unworthiness, and perhaps a remaining degree of pride, withheld me from encouraging such an explanation, and they continued silently to receive the benefits of my reformation.

Starting point is 00:27:02 And now, Sibela, I must bring you back again to my mother, with whom in these years of childhood I have been but little acquainted. She hated children. Their noise and prattle and monkey tricks threw her into hysterics. For a few minutes after dinner, I was sometimes admitted, hushed to silence with a profusion of sweetmeats, and dismissed with a kiss or a frown, just as the avocations and pleasures of the day happened to fix her disposition. As I grew older, I was occasionally allowed to sit in her dressing room, or to take the air with her in the same carriage, and on those occasions I reached the highest pinnacle of her confidence, and used to listen while she poured forth her longing

Starting point is 00:27:45 desires to return to England. As I had been frequently disgusted at witnessing the malignant feuds existing among the Europeans resident in the East Indies, it was easy for her to interest me in the first of her wishes, namely that my father would return to England. She spoke of this islanders of the abode of pleasure. She described an almost innumerable circle of friends, amidst whose society, the lights would abound. My imagination gave a stronger coloring to her pictures. I indulged the visionary theme till I also parted to become an inhabitant of this climate of peace, joy and felicity. No sooner had I adopted the project, then my father's letharctic indolence gave way to his desire of gratifying my wishes. He vigorously completed the

Starting point is 00:28:36 necessary arrangement of his affairs, and we were in daily expectation of quitting India, when he was attacked by the malignant disease of which he died. My mother was now the uncontrolled mistress of a world of wealth, and, placing her remittances in a proper train, we speedily set sale for our land of promise. safely arrived in London, I expected Mrs. Ashburn would instantly fly to the embraces of her friends. But no, a sumptuous house and equipage were first to be prepared, and, while she exulted in preparation, I repined at her want of sympathy for the feelings of those who I imagined were expecting her with fondness and impatience. Alas, Sibela, I had not followed my mother three times into her circles of friendship,

Starting point is 00:29:26 ere i discovered that the enjoyments she had looked forward to during so many years consisted only of triumphing with superiority of splendour over those who formerly with the same motives had triumphed over her here my enthusiasm in the search of sincere and uniform friendship would have been extinguished but that my hopes yet rested on mrs valmont of mrs valmont my mother had spoken as playmate schoolmate and the confidant of the confidant of juvenile secrets. Separated, I said to myself, nearly twenty years, what emotions must the first interview produce? The fire of youth in Mrs. Valmont and Mrs. Ashburn will be, for some moments, renewed, and I shall anticipate the effusions of my own heart when it finds a friend. After exhibiting our pomp at every place of resort in the metropolis, we began our tour, and passed by several invitations to pay our first visit. visit at Valmont Castle. What a freezing sensation crept in my veins as we waited for the

Starting point is 00:30:33 raising of your uncle's drawbridges, as we rolled along his dark avenues. Such gloom, such menacing grandeur brought into my mind of feeling totally opposite to the hilarity, the glow of expectation I had cherished on the journey. Many persons had spoken in my hearing of Mr. Valmont as the most absurd, ridiculous misanthrope of his age, but I had not the highest respect for the authorities from which the information was derived, and I had also conceived with much more fancy than judgment of the delights of a life of solitude.

Starting point is 00:31:08 I, in my dream, had forgotten the name of Castle, and the ideas associating with the name. My imagination in its reveries had blended elegance and simplicity, nature and art with their most fascinating production. when, instead of smiling lawns and gay partiers, without, I found moats, walls, and drawbridges, frowning battlements that looked as uninviting on the friend as threatening on the enemy, turrets all cheerless, all hostile and discouraging to the wandering stranger. The castle's Gothic magnificence within reminded us at every step of the dignity of the Valmont race.

Starting point is 00:31:49 The apartments received their guests without welcome, The domestics were obedient, but neither cheerful nor attentive. Through carved saloons and arched galleries, into which the bright sun of spring can only cast an oblique ray, were conducted to Mrs. Valmont's dressing room. My Cbella, can you not imagine you hear your aunt mingling complaint and compliment, languor and restlessness, and laboring to interest real sensibility by moans of imaginary disease? Can you not imagine my mother secretly urging her triumphs over the immured Mrs. Valmont by lamenting the slavery of pleasure to which she herself is perpetually compelled?

Starting point is 00:32:32 And can you not see your disappointed, disgusted Carolyn Ashburn, viewing caresses without warmth, hearkening to professions without sincerity? Your uncle entered the room for a moment. Appearing to act, to speak, to look according to some rule settled for the hour, I deemed his character too much assumed to be quickly understood. From the solemn pride which sat on his brow, I judged, however, that he was fitted for his castle, and his castle fitted for him. Here, thought I, in this place and with these people have we promised to remain for seven

Starting point is 00:33:11 long days, and I quitted Mrs. Valmont's dressing-room to search for amusement and variety in the park and surrounding woods. I must have been devoid of taste and feeling, if in viewing the exquisite scenery of the park, I had not forgotten the gloomy entrance and a dreary building. I found a seat on the margin of that fine sheet of water which is skirted by your majestic wood, and I rested there till twilight began to spread itself over the horizon. Who would not, see Bella, although evening had cast its misty shade over the tall trees, and impressed an awful serenity on every surrounding object.

Starting point is 00:33:51 Who would not, I say, like me, have ventured into the wood rather than have returned to Mr. and Mrs. Valmont at their castle? I found the paths so admirably contrived in their breaks and windings that I could not forbid myself to proceed. Every now and then I had an imperfect view of something dark, rugged and mountainous. On a sudden I caught a glimpse of a rude pile of stone, seemingly carried to a tremendous height, which has suddenly vanished from my sight

Starting point is 00:34:22 amid the intercepting branches. A few steps further, it was again before me as a wild ruin tottering on the projecting point of a rock. Silence, solitude, the twilight, the objects filled my mind with a species of melancholy. Fancy had become more predominant than judgment. I slackened my pace. I breathed heavily.

Starting point is 00:34:45 When, suddenly turned. into a new path that I expected would bring me to the foot of the rock, I beheld a female form, closed in white, seated at the foot of a large oak. Her hair, unrestrained by either hat or cap, entirely shaded her face as she bowed her head to look on a little fawn, who, in the attitude of confidence and affection, was laying across her lap. The names of wood-nymph, triad, and Hymadriot, with a confused number of images, arose in my memory, and I was on the point of reverently retreating, but a moment's pause prevented the Romans of defense from thus imposing on my reason, and I resolved to examine whether a face like the form bespoke more of divinity

Starting point is 00:35:32 than of mortal. As I approached nearer, away bounded the fawn, up sprang the nymph. Again, Siebella, I stood still, unknowing whether to fall at your feet, or to clasp you in my arms. Such was our first romantic interview. There was something wild in your air, your language was simple and concise, yet delivered with an impressive eloquence, and I thought you altogether a phenomenon.

Starting point is 00:36:01 My heart could not help partaking the transport with which you received my promise of staying with you in the wood. Yet it was to me incomprehensible how you could talk so familiarly of roaming in woods at night, without seeming to know anything of the ideas of loneliness and apprehension generally supposed to belong to such situations. But my habits would not so suddenly yield to yours. You saw that the damp and darkness affected me,

Starting point is 00:36:28 and you instantly led the way to the castle. But you became silent. You sighed. You walked at a greater distance from me, and I began to fear lest you could only submit to be pleased in your own way. The instance we entered the outer door. a court of the castle you seized my hand, and, having pressed it forcibly to your bosom, you darted through a small door in the building, and closed it after you.

Starting point is 00:36:53 I was going to follow. This way, if you please, madam, said a servant who had been sent to search for me in the park. I will accompany Miss Valmont, I said. Miss Valmont does not see company, madam, replied the man, her uncle does not permit it. I suffered myself to be conducted to the supper-room, where I related the manner of our meeting, the information you had given me of your relationship to Mr. Valmont, and finally I spoke of the singular way in which you had quitted me,

Starting point is 00:37:26 and expressed my surprise at not finding you of the supper-party. Mrs. Valmont said you were a strange, unformed child. Mr. Valmont would gladly have been silent, but, as I continually addressed myself to him, he could not rid himself without cross-rooted. of the necessity of answering me. He spoke mysteriously of his systems and his plans, of his authority, his wisdom, and your dependence,

Starting point is 00:37:53 of his right of choosing for you, and your positive duty of obeying him without reserve or discussion. At last, with tones and gestures by which I was to understand that he went to the extreme of condescension in my favor, he consented that, provided no other company came to visit him in the time, you should associate with us while we remained at Valmont Castle. Your very extraordinary seclusion and your extraordinary self occupied my mind during the greatest part of that night.

Starting point is 00:38:25 I had found you highly interesting, and I believed you to be infinitely amiable. I thought I might embrace you as the first choice of my affections, but I doubted whether you might not, if now exposed to the glitter of the world, lose that vigour of feeling which in solitude made you appear so singular. so attractive. I longed to make the experiment, for my hopes of you were stronger than my fears, and, as I had so far prevailed on Mr. Valmont,

Starting point is 00:38:52 I flattered myself I should also prevail on him to suffer me to conduct you from the castle. And these were the motives, this the expectation, dear Estabella, that withheld me from confessing in Walmont Woods, that I loved you with all my soul. The seven days I remained at the castle I forebore, although with difficulty to ask you questions,

Starting point is 00:39:16 that I might gradually develop your character, as surrounding circumstances should operate on your feelings. Sometimes I saw you devoted to me. Sometimes I saw your imagination soaring, as it were beyond the bounds prescribed to your person in search of a remoter object. Why, dear Sibela, are you so pensive? Why do you gaze on that portrait of yourself

Starting point is 00:39:40 with so much earnestness? And why do you caress that little phone, who wears a collar inscribed with the initials, C, M, till your eyes fill with tears? Let me be the partaker of your unrestrained emotions, while I, who have a wider range of observation, will place my opinions before you without check or limit. Our next resting place is to be the seat of an abop, Sir Thomas Barlow's, among whose laboured pleasures I shall wish to return to

Starting point is 00:40:12 gloomy Valmont, where I found the felicity of which I have no promise in the scenes I am now destined to partake. Adieu. Adieu. Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 3. Section 4 of Secrecy, or the ruin on the rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording. by Sonia. Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 1, Letter 4. From Zbella Valmont to Caroline Ashburn. Was I pensive? Did I gaze? Did I sigh? Did I weep? When you, Miss Ashburn, were with me? What do I know when I have only for companion the faithful, the exquisite but torturing representation of memory? Can I do more than gaze and sigh and weep? Oh yes I can.

Starting point is 00:41:14 for miss ashburn i can raise altars on a thousand spots in these woods which were once hallowed by the footsteps of him i love two years have elapsed since he bade me farewell therefore did you see me pensive that picture of me was painted by himself therefore do i gaze on it the fawn he took from a dying mother by him she was nourished into familiarity nina has ceased to mourn the absence of her benefactor she is satisfied with my caresses but the heart of Sibella Valmont, nor now, nor ever, can find any substitute for her clement Montgomery. I was nearly six years old when they told me that I had lost my father. He had traveled a twelve month before to foreign countries for the benefit of his health, and I knew not that his death more than his absence would deprive me of my happiness, till my uncle Valmont came, and carried me away in his coach from my governess, my maid, and all the domestics who loved me and whom I loved, of my father's household. Then indeed I mourned, and my uncle attempted to soothe me.

Starting point is 00:42:19 He said, I must be happy, for I was now dependent upon him, and it was my duty to love him, obey him, and be satisfied. My swelling heart revolted against being commanded to be happy, and I found not one person at the castle who could supply to me the wand of my kind governess and kind maid, except the little dog, that on my first entrance had fawned on me as if he wished to make me happier. Him I carried incessantly in my arms, and I told him, whenever we were alone, how I longed to get back to my father's house and to carry him along with me. In a fortnight after I arrived at Valmont, the affectionate little animal died, and I remained inconsolable. I was sitting, weeping on the hall steps, when my uncle came to me. He wiped away

Starting point is 00:43:04 my tears, bade me be cheerful, and said he had procured me a better playfellow than Fidel. my uncle led me with him into the library and presented me to a boy three years older than myself blooming blushing beautiful clement is my adopted son sibella said my uncle he will henceforth live with you in the castle take him out child and show him where you find the prettiest flowers and the ripest fruit ah need i tell you how we advanced from shyness to familiarity from familiarity to kindness from kindness to love all powerful all all potent. The castle then seemed no prison, the moat seemed no barrier. Sometimes my uncle carried Clement abroad to visit him, but then I was sure of his return. Even the hours of instruction I shared with him. He had a good and amiable tutor, who delighted in teaching to me also every science he taught to Clement, and if Mr. Valmont frowned upon me or checked my industry, Clement was still at my side, and I smiled through my tears. Thus passed away the years from six till

Starting point is 00:44:09 sixteen. On the day that I became sixteen, we had run races with our little fawn, and having wearied ourselves with exertion, we had lain down to rest in each other's arms, at the foot of that oak where you, Miss Ashburn, first beheld me. My uncle broke our happy slumbers. He came to the oak, and sternly commanded Clement to rise and follow him. I followed too. My uncle sat down in his library, and appeared to meditate, while we looked on each other with love and pity, him we looked with suspicion and a fright. When my uncle began to speak, Clement trembled, but all my emotions were chained up in astonishment, for I heard him say that Clement should that day quit the castle, that he should seek new companions, new countries, new climates.

Starting point is 00:44:56 Never, never, I cried. I folded my arms round my lover. Thou shalt not go, Clement, I said. We have whirled enough. No, thou shalt not go, my Clement. Mr. Valmont furiously bade me desist, but he had awakened a dread in my mind more powerful than my dread of him. For a time I expostulated with vehemence and courage, but I could not repress my tears, and while I was compelled to listen to my uncle, his tone, his words impressed me with my former awe of him, and rendered my remonstrance timid and useless. To Clement he said, You are now to leave these boyish follies, and learn the duties of a man.

Starting point is 00:45:36 you shall mix with society, but remember that you are not to be attracted by its spacious appearances. Scrutinize into its follies and enormities, as I have done, and let my precepts and instructions be your guide and law. Remember, Clement, that I took you from poverty and obscurity. Remember, too, that on your duty and gratitude depends your security. That child, he pointed to me. Mind me, sir, that child is in future to be considered only as your sister. As for you, Sibela, he said to me, your duties in life are easily performed.

Starting point is 00:46:11 I have chosen a part for you, and nothing is required of you but obedience. You have heard me declare to Clement, and I now repeat it to you, that to Clement Montgomery, you are to be no more than a sister. This day he quits us. When he shall return, I have not determined.

Starting point is 00:46:28 Yes, Caroline, my Clement went. Two years has he roamed in a world which I am forbidden to know, but alike in viewing the palace or the cottage, the burning mountain or the fertile plain, must the idea of Sibela accompany him. Our minds, our principles, our affections are the same, and, while I trace his never to be forgotten image within my breast, I know how fondly he cherishes the remembrance of mine. Caroline, adieu, I go to the oak.

Starting point is 00:46:56 On that consecrated spot, mountains, seas, continents dissolve, and my spirit unites with his. Vela Valmond. End of Section 4. Section 5 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org.

Starting point is 00:47:26 Recording by Avai in November 2016. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 1, Letter 5, from Carolyn Ashburn to Siebella Valmont. Yes, dearest Siebella, charming, Sibela, in that one short but rapid sentence you have taught me to understand your progress,

Starting point is 00:47:54 from shyness to familiarity, from familiarity to kindness, from kindness to love, all powerful, all potent. Oh, be that love, happy, in its continuance as at its commencement. Be it the pure garb of your clement's soul, upon which vice shall leave no spot nor wrinkle.

Starting point is 00:48:16 Be it as you say that your hearts, your affections, your principles are the same, and I would trust this lover amidst the looments such as virtue held seldom rejected, had seldom turned from without contamination. Your uncle, my Sibela, I perceive intended you for your lover and your lover for you. His project then was to place a second Adam and Eve in the Garden of Eden. Well, Sibela, innocence remains with you. Your Eden will yet bloom,

Starting point is 00:48:51 for, trust me, innocence and happiness cannot long be separated. Why will that uncle of yours so strenuously uphold his mysterious reserve and silence? Ah, I long to ask him a million of questions, and he knows that I do, and he wishes that I should. It is not because he is altogether convinced of the wisdom and utility of his plans, that he does plan. It is that he will oppose himself to general customs and general experience. It is singularity and not perfection that he is in search of, and, since experience formerly taught him that even the renowned name of Valmont might mix him, undistinguished with a herd of less illustrious names, he now bravely resolves to enforce the wonder of his

Starting point is 00:49:43 compares if he cannot claim the reverence. Perhaps, with the flattering promises of success, he sometimes soothes the rancor of his solitude. And occasionally, indeed, his existence is remembered, and his whimsies are made the subject of ridicule, contempt, and laughter, but some novel circumstance, such as the gay Mrs. Ashburn's visit to his gloomy retirement, must call them into this remembrance, or the name of Mr. Valmont would rest as undisturbed as does, in every memory but his own, the deeds of his forefathers. It is to my mother's excursion to Valmont Castle that I owe the felicity of calling you my friend. It is to her escape from thence, as she herself terms it, that I owe my knowledge of Mr. Valmont Castle, that I owe my knowledge of Mr. Valmont's

Starting point is 00:50:36 Mont's history. Surrounded on her arrival at the house of Sir Thomas Barlow, by a crowd of visitors, as gay, profuse, and dissipated as herself, she hastens to communicate her joy at the agreeable change, and to inveigh against the morose Mr. Valmont and his insipid wife. A conversation ensued of some length for such a subject, during which I discovered that two of the party, the Earl of Alson and Colonel Riddson, were once the intimate companions of Mr. Valmont.

Starting point is 00:51:10 The former of these gentlemen appeared eager to place his defects in the strongest point of view, while the latter, with less zeal, to be sure, but with a sweetness of temper infinitely endearing, was willing to smooth the rugged parts of Mr. Valmont's character, and to place a vice behind the glare

Starting point is 00:51:29 of a virtue. By setting aside to the best of judgment du earl's exaggerations and making also some allowance for the palliative temper of Colonel Ritzen I had succeeded in learning as much of mr. Valmont's history as enabled me to form some and I believe no inaccurate estimate of his worth abilities and character your grandfather Sibela being quite as eccentric though less whimsical than your uncle lived in the castle you now inhabit it. Nor would he, of his own free will, have quitted that castle for heaven itself.

Starting point is 00:52:09 Every stone of the building that had kept its station in times of turbulence and discord against the attack of an enemy was to him an idol. If he was thoughtful, it was in recalling the great deeds of these ancestors. If he was talkative, it was on the same theme. If he had wishes they were that he had lived in those glorious days when fighting well was the most eminent of virtues, and a strong fortified castle and obedient vassals the most valuable of possessions. As is the established practice in families of such renown and dignity, as that to which you, my friend, appertain, the first-born son of your grandfather was the only hope, the only joy, the only object of the careful solitude of his anxious parents,

Starting point is 00:53:00 while your father, coming into the world two years after his brother, was adored, flattered, and spoiled by no creature but his nurse. Your uncle, I understand, received a stately kind of education within the castle walls, and your father, happier because of less consequence, passed his early years with other young men of fashion at school and at college. mr valmont was not a wit behind his father in his veneration for high birth but he could not boast so unqualified a love of fruits of armor nor did he think that civil war was the only time when a man could gather honors worthy of a distinguished name no sooner was your uncle emancipated from the fetters of his minority than he resolved to repair to court where he expected to find only his equals and those equals alive too and

Starting point is 00:53:55 exact in the observance of all that haughty decorum, which Mr. Valmont deemed indispensably necessary to the well-being of social institutions. Poor man! He feels himself lost in the motley multitude, sees his high-born pretensions to notice and deference, pushed aside by individuals obscure in their origin, but renowned for artful intrigues, for bold perseverance and dazzling success. Shocked at the contaminating mixture, he had fled back with precipitancy to his castle, but love detained him, for he had made an offering of his heart to a woman of rank and fashion. Nothing could be more unfortunate than this passion.

Starting point is 00:54:41 Nothing further from congeniality than the minds and manners of Lady Margaret B. and Mr. Valmont. He, just risen, as it were, from the tomb of his progenitors, loaded with the menaceous of the punctilio of the last age, recoiling from the salute of every man who could not boast an unblemished pedigree, and lastly and most worthily, possessing refined ideas of female delicacy, of honourable love, and of unchanging fidelity. And she, on the contrary, a graceful coquette,

Starting point is 00:55:15 without an atom of real tenderness in her heart, and valuing her rank merely as it gave her opportunities of extending her conquest. Lady Margaret B. was highly diverted with Mr. Valmont's formalities, and, in spite of the torture her dissipated, coquettish manners inflicted on him, she had sufficient power to make him the most ardent of her lovers. In fine, she rejected him, laughed at him, despised him. I could not hear this anecdote, nor can I repeat it, without a sensation of pain, so strongly do I enter into the irritable feelings of your uncle, when, hitherto accustomed only to receive homage and obedience, he is at once foiled in his ambition by low-born courtiers, and betrayed in his love by a high-born jilt. Mr. Valmont consulted no other guide than his passions, and instantly drew an angry and false picture of mankind. With such people as I have spoken of he could not associate, for their vices he

Starting point is 00:56:22 abhorred, but his mind had not fortitude enough, had not comprehension enough, to cast aside his own prejudices, and, instead of attempting to reform mankind, he retires to rail at them, and carries with him the pride, selfishness, and love of power in which all the vices of society originate. Wrapped in the impenetrable selfishness of high birth, Mr. Valmont denies the possibility of eminent virtue existing without rank? Who shall presume to arraign his principles, to sit in judgment upon his actions to teach him his duty? I stand, cries Mr. Valmont, within the sacred verge of nobility. Look on that coat of arms. I derive from the Normans. Wisdom in rags, keep off. True,

Starting point is 00:57:17 his ancestors conquered that he should be wise. Oh, seed to him the palm, bind his brows with the laurel. After a few months' retirement, Mr. Valmont ventured once more into the heterogeneous multitude in search of a wife, for, I suspect he found himself as ill-qualified for solitude as society. Besides, he had formed the virtuous project of instructing a new race to put the old world out of countenance. I cannot but pause to reflect upon your uncle's toils in search of his helpmate. He must have a wife whose pedigree his future sons might place beside his own,

Starting point is 00:58:02 and he must have one of a temperament and character opposite to that of Lady Margaret B, and his good stars, his ill stars, or whatever else you please, led him to the feet of Mrs. Valmont. It is true your aunt was neither. as coquettish nor had she despitely wit nor the mischievous gaiety of Lady Margaret but she loved crowds detested solitude and was a votary of dissipation to convince her how much he had studied her inclinations and how much he meant to gratify them no sooner was mr. Valmont in possession of his bride than he snatched her from the scenes where her existence was alone valuable to her

Starting point is 00:58:45 and buried her amidst obscurity and horror at Valmont Castle. What is the consequence? She had no mental accomplishments in reserve for their mutual benefit and delight, nor had he mind enough to steal fire from heaven and animate with life the marble. From the struggle of tempers and the warfare of words, she droops into a hypochondriac,

Starting point is 00:59:11 he degenerates into a cynic, proud of himself alone. Among the disappointments produced by his marriage, the want of children was the most offensive to Mr. Valmont. Your father, who had pursued a course of life quite different from his brother, tasting all the excesses of dissipation, died, and, very improperly, in my opinion, left you to the guardianship of your uncle.

Starting point is 00:59:39 That Mr. Valmont should adopt a son from the lowly condition of a cottage's child, has occasioned much wonder and many surmises. However, as I do not find anything material either to you or me in the conjectures I have listened to on this occasion, I shall not be at the pains of relating them. But how comes it to pass, my dearest Sibela, that when your uncle had the means of gratifying his darling wish in educating two children, and one of them a female, to whom, according to his creed, nothing should be granted beyond what the instinct of appetite demands.

Starting point is 01:00:18 How comes it, I say, that you possess the comprehensive powers of intellect? From what sources did you derive that eager desire of knowledge, of which I find you possessed? And how came you to be learned on subjects, which, in the education of females, are strictly withheld, to make room for trifling gaudy and useless accomplishments? Tell me by what miracle I find you such as you are, and let me cease to wonder at you, but never let me cease to love you. Tell me, too, how came you to be dependent on your uncle? Does your dependence only mean the protection due from him who stands in the place of a parent to you? I wish to be informed what explanation Mr. Valmont and yourself affixed to the term of dependent when it is applied.

Starting point is 01:01:11 to you. For Colonel Ritzin talks so familiarly of the fortune you must possess from your mother, and also the wealth of the Valmont family, which he says is yours by airship, that I must own I am puzzled. I care little about your being rich, but it seems unnatural and unjust to have you a dependent on your haughty uncle. Ah, my dear Sibela, how often in a day do I feast my imagination by allowing it to bear me back to you? and yet perhaps our separation gives a spur a stimulus to our friendship i am not convinced indeed but that temporary separations are even useful between lovers and that mr valmont may have acted rather wisely than otherwise imparting you and your clement for a season why he should bid you remember him only as a brother is really too far plunged into obscurity for me to discover Do not, however, suppose for an instant that my affection for you would decay were I at liberty to enjoy your society as I wish. On the contrary, I am persuaded that every hour I should pass with you would add something to my improvement, and render us more valuable to each other.

Starting point is 01:02:31 My expression arose from my being at that moment in idea a partner of your seclusion, and feeling that I should want in the same situation that energy and activity which is the support of your solitude. I am fond of society, and indeed I find myself most excited when I have most opportunities of observing the various characters and pursuits of those around me. Gladly would I possess the power of selecting my society. From that happy privilege I am debarred, but I seldom make one of a circle in which I have do not find some novelty of character, and something either of excellence or absurdity from which I may draw improvement. Yet a two-month's visit at the villa of Sir Thomas Barlow is rather a hard trial of my patients, and unless we are enlivened by new visitors, I fear the company here

Starting point is 01:03:27 will afford me by the trifling harvest of observation. I shall soon be glad to turn from them to my own resources, and fly, even oftener than I do now, to the ever-vivifying remembrance of my Sibela. Sir Thomas Barlow has risen from some very obscure station to the wealth and dignity of a Nabob. He has risen, too, I greatly fear, by the same depredating practices, which the unfortunate natives of India seem destined constantly to suffer from those who perfidiously call themselves the protectors of the country. Sir Thomas Barlow's riches have become his punishment. Each morning his fears awaken with his faculties,

Starting point is 01:04:13 lest that day should bring tidings of the dreaded scrutiny. And when evening arrives, and he struggles to yield himself to mirth and wine amidst the circle he has assiduously gathered round him, a word, a look, or the most remote hint or illusion gives his watchful terrors an alarm. A sudden turn of his head, perchance, discovers his shadow on the wall. Legions of threatening phantoms then crowd upon his apprehension, and the evening, yet more miserable than the day, concludes with an opiate, administered to lull the feeble body into lethargy, and hushed the perturbed conscience into silence. And my mother can look on this existing fact with indifference,

Starting point is 01:04:59 while I shudder. Those enormous sums of wealth she lavishes away, that cluster of pearls she triumphantly places in her hair, those diamonds heaped into different ornaments. How were they obtained? Thousands, perhaps. Oh, Sibela, I have laid aside my ornaments. A dress plain as yours supersedes them. Lady Barlow is a composition of a very curious kind. She's about about 40 years younger than her husband is tolerably pretty and has a showy talent of repartee that she mistakes for a sublime genius and her inclinations are perpetually at warfare without being able to decide whether she shall be most renowned as a wit or a beauty she is extravagantly fond of admiration which

Starting point is 01:05:50 she formerly enjoyed unlimitedly being the head toast of a small country town till she became the wife of an abop has not increased her happiness, for in the great and gay world she has found rivals of such magnitude that malice and envy have strung up within that bosom which till now owned no inmate but vanity. These are our host and hostess. The first in precedency among the visitors ranks the Earl of Alson, an antiquated gallant, who in public affects not to feel the approaches of age, and in private broods over the consciousness of its effects till he sickenes with ill nature. The Countess of Altson hates her husband, nor has she overmuch charity

Starting point is 01:06:39 and goodwill towards other men. She talks largely indeed of her piety and a strict performance of her manifold duties. This amiable pair are attended by their son and two daughters. Lord Bowden is so perfectly satisfied within himself that, if you will take his word for it, there is not a more amiable and accomplished young man in England. His elder sister, Lady Mary Bowden, claims no praise beyond what is justly due to the complacency of her temper. She is at once too giddy and too indolent

Starting point is 01:07:18 to aim at meriting a more enlarged praise. She allows dress, company, cards, and scandal, and indulges herself in the use of the letter as a mere matter of course, without entertaining the smallest particle of ill-will towards the very persons she helps to vilify. I have endeavored to convince Lady Mary of the folly of this practice, and she acknowledges that, what I say appears very much to the purpose, but then how can she seize to do what everybody does?

Starting point is 01:07:49 All the beauty that exact regularity of feature and transparency of complexion can bestow is in the possession of the Earl of Olsen's youngest daughter, Lady Laura Bowden. Beyond this description, I hardly know what to say of her. I can perceive she entertains a very hearty contempt for her sister, and perhaps she may hold me in as little estimation, but a woman so perfectly well-bred as Lady Laura does not display such sentiment. if she entertains them, unless some species of rivalship should unfortunately call her passions into action. I do not think her either witty or wise, yet I have been told she bears the reputation of the former

Starting point is 01:08:34 and is poet enough occasionally to pen a rebus or an acrostic. It may be so. I have not been favoured with her confidence. A delicate languor pervades her manners, and this is generally honoured with the name of sensibility. I am apt to call it affectation, for the sensibility that I understand and admire is extreme only in proportion to the greatness of the occasion. It does not waste itself in vapours, nor is it ever on the watch for wasps and spiders. Colonel Ritzin assures me that Lady Laura Bowden is admired by the whole world, and that he must be the happiest of men on whom her ladyship bestows a preference. Colonel Ritson loves his white teeth and his appellate.

Starting point is 01:09:23 He likes everybody, praises everybody, is attentive to everybody, lives without attachment, and will probably die in the same torpid state without ever-knowing felicity or ordinary misfortune. The Colonel hitherto has been the only unmarried man amongst us, except Lord Bowden, who really is so assiduous in remembering his own recommendations, that no one else finds it necessary to remember him or them at all. But we are now to be enlivened. It seems we damsels are to be excited to call forth our charms for the conquest of a youth of no common value, as his fame goes here.

Starting point is 01:10:04 Sir Thomas Barlow's nephew, Mr. Murden, arrived at the villa this very day. I know not why I should be particularly selected from the party by Sir Thomas Barlow to listen to his encomiums on his nephew. From the most insignificant occurrences, the baronet has constantly occasion to say, Ha! Ha! Miss Ashburn, if my nephew Arthur was but come. If I praised a dish of fruit at table,

Starting point is 01:10:34 the Nobob's nephew Arthur had certainly done the same thing. Let me speak of walking or riding, let me complain of hail, rain or sunshine, Arthur was still my promise chaperon, the future knight-errant of all my grievances. Tell me something, said I one day to Colonel Ritzin, of this Mr. Murden, this hope of the family. He's very handsome, replied the Colonel.

Starting point is 01:11:03 But is he good, assuredly, and amiable, infinitely, and wise, to a miracle, madam, replied. the Colonel. Good, amiable, wise, who could desire more? Lady Mary Bowden stood beside me one afternoon, while the Baronet was reminding me of his dear Arthur. Sir Thomas, I believe in tense, said I to her, that I shall be in love by anticipation. You know, Mr. Murden, what is he? Oh, cried Lady Mary, lifting up her right hand to enforce the spirit. of her emphasis. He is the most abominable rake in the universe. I absolutely started.

Starting point is 01:11:51 Is it possible, Lady Mary, you should mean what you say? I asked after a moment's pause. Yes, certainly, replied her ladyship, quite gaily. Everybody knows of hundreds with whom he has been a very happy man. I do not want, said I, to hear what everybody says. I want, Lady Mary, to know your own sincere opinion of Mr. Mirden. If you have already told me a fact, my situation to be sure will oblige me to be sometimes in his company, but in that case there exists not a reptile, however noxious or despicable,

Starting point is 01:12:30 from whom I should shrink with more abhorrence than from this boasted nephew of the Nabob. Good God! cried Lady Mary. Why? What did I say? I protest I have forgotten already. I am sure I know no harm in the world of Mr. Murden. Did you not tell me he was an abominable rake? They say so, replied Lady Mary.

Starting point is 01:12:54 He certainly is very engaging. He admires fine women. But I don't know whether he has ever made serious addresses to anyone. Miss Ashburn, I'll tell you a secret. You had better not, I don't keep secrets. Oh, all the walls knows it already. Lady Laura is quite fond of Murden. You would have laughed to have seen her last winter, as I did, plunged over head and ears in sentiment and sensibility.

Starting point is 01:13:24 Well, I do hate affectation. And you do love good nature. So I do, said she, smiling, and I hope with all my heart that my poor sister may now secure her conquest, unless, indeed, Miss Ashburn, it should interfere with you. neither the baronet's hints the colonels all good all wise nor the motley dubious character given by lady mary bowden of mr murdon would have tempted me to devote thus much of my paper to him i have other inducements i have heard that the domestics of barlow hall anxiously expected the day of his coming a gardener who has been discharged for no worse fault i believe than his being too old assures himself that the prosperity of him and his family will be restored when Mr. Murden arrives. I have heard also that the neighboring cottages bless him.

Starting point is 01:14:23 Such a man must have worth. Agnes, who is zealous to tell me all the good she can of anyone, has related several anecdotes of Mr. Murden, from which I learn that he possesses sympathy and benevolence. I cannot tell how such qualities can exist in the mind of a man who is, either in principle or practice, a libertine. Yes, Agnes also had been told that Mr. Murden was a libertine. I bade her inquire more, and she could hear of no particular instances

Starting point is 01:14:56 wherein the peace of individuals or families had been injured by him. Still, those with whom Agnes conversed bestowed on him this hateful title. I fear the reproach may belong to him. Young men are frequently carried into these excesses, from the pernicious effect of example, sometimes from vanity, and from a variety of other causes, all which tend to one uniform effect,

Starting point is 01:15:22 to destroy the understanding, deprave the heart, corrupt the disposition, and render loathsome and detestable a being that might have lived an honour and a blessing to his species. If Mr. Murden is indeed devoted to this error, farewell to his benevolent virtues, to his sense of justice, and farewell to the pleasure and instruction I might have gained in the society of a virtuous man.

Starting point is 01:15:49 I said Mr. Murden was already arrived, but I have not seen him. He paid his duty to his uncle, in the Baronet's own apartment, and then retired to dress before he would present himself in the breakfast parlour. Lady Laura appeared impatient. She was adorned in a new morning dress, perfectly graceful and becoming. The hour came in which I was to be. write to my Sibela, and I would not sacrifice that employment for 20 such introductions. Farewell, my friend. Close to your altar of love, raise one of friendship, and I also will

Starting point is 01:16:26 meet you at the oak. Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 5. Section 6 of Secrecy, or the Ruin on the Rock. This is the Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to provide you. volunteer please visit librivox dot org recording by sonya secrecy or the ruin on the rock by eliza fenwick volume one letter six from sybella valmont to caroline ashburn a confused recollection sprang up in my mind when you questioned me concerning my dependence on the day of his last departure my father caressed me fondly he held me a long time in his arms and he shed tears over me he spoke likewise at intervals not perhaps with any expectation of being understood by me but to relieve the weighty pressure of his thoughts i well remember that he named my uncle he had many papers on a table before him and i think there was a connection in his discourse between them and me

Starting point is 01:17:33 i believe he spoke of some disposition of his fortune but the time is now remote and the idea is indistinct i cannot close it in expression i do not possess a fortune for my uncle calls me dependent talks of obligations i owe to him for the gratification of my wants he talks of obligations who denies me instruction equality and my clement he provides me food and raymond are there not thousands in the world where you and clement live who supply such ones by labor, and I too could labor. Let Mr. Valmont retire to the shelter of his canopy and the luxury of down. I can make the tree my shade, and the moss my pillow. Mr. Valmont calls himself my father, and, calling himself such, he there rest satisfied. Cold in his temperament, stern from his education, he imagines kindness would be indulgence, and indulgence folly. ever on the watch for falls the accent of reproof mingles with his best commendations he demands my obedience too what obedience the grateful tribute to duty authorized by reason and sanctioned by the affections no mr valmont here at least ceases to be inconsistent he never enlightened my understanding nor conciliated my affections and he demands only the obedience of a fettered slave i am held in the bondage of slavery

Starting point is 01:18:58 and still may mr valmond's power constrain the forces of this body but where miss ashburn is the tyrant that could ever chain thought or put fetters on the fancy i charge you cease to repeat my uncle's useless prohibition that i should remember clement otherwise than as a brother let him give his barrier to the waves arrest the strong air in its current but dream not of placing limits to the love of clement and do i wheel you with this endless topic you read the world i my own heart imprisoned during so many years within the narrow boundary of this castle and its parks the same objects eternally before me i look with disgust from their perpetual round of succession nature herself spring summer autumn degenerate into sameness where must i turn me then but to the resources of my own heart love has enriched it and friendship will not reject its offering Yes, they are many, my Caroline, various and increasing. Shall my uncle tell me that my actions are confined to the mechanical operations of the body, that I am an imbecile creature, but a reptile of more graceful form, the half-finished work of nature, and destitute of the noblest ornament of humanity?

Starting point is 01:20:14 Blind to conviction, grown old in error, he would degrade me to the subordinate station he describes. He daringly asserts that I am born to the exercise of the. of no will, to the exercise of no duties but submission, that wisdom owns me not, knows me not, could not find in me a resting place. This false, Caroline, I feel within the vivifying principle of intellectual life, my expanding faculties are nurtured by the passing hours, and want but the beams of instruction to ripen into power and energy that would steep my present inactive life in forgetfulness.

Starting point is 01:20:52 Bonville, when shall I cease to love thy memory, to recall thy lessons? It was thou, Bonneville, who first bade me cherish this stimulating principle, who called the powers of my mind forth from the chaos, wherewith Mr. Valmont had enveloped them. Thou, Bonneville, taught me that I make an unimpaired one of the vast brotherhood of humankind, that I am a being whose mistakes demand the conviction of reason, but whose mind ought not to bow down under power and prejudice. he of whom i speak miss ashburn was chosen to be clement's tutor can you conceive the sensations which swell within my breast while i recall the memory of this friend of my infancy my friend ere i lost clement ere i knew you caroline methinks i hear his voice i see his gestures again he enters the wood-path again i behold that countenance beautiful in age radiant in wisdom he speaks my soul hangs on his utterance all my lesser affections fade away ah no no no bonville is gone forever clement is torn from me you are interdicted and i am alone in the wood-path

Starting point is 01:22:05 i hailed him by the name of father he called me his child he was enervated with disease the chill damps of evening pierced him the wintry blast shook his feeble frame still would he endure the damps of evening and tremble under the cold blast rather than sibella should be sunk in the wintery blasts of evening and tremble under the cold blast rather than sibella should be sunk in ignorance and sloth, for her cruel uncle had forbidden her an entrance into that apartment, where Bonneville gave Clement his daily instruction. Five days passed away, and Clement had not met his tutor in the library. Five long evenings Clement had taken his usual rites with Mr. Valmont, yet no Bonneville had visited the oak. My mind anticipated the hour of his approach, and mourned its disappointment. My questions accumulated. I stored up demand upon demand. I recalled the subject of all our conversations. I carefully selected for another investigation those parts which I had not fully comprehended. I arranged my doubts, and perhaps had never so prepared my mind for improvement as when

Starting point is 01:23:05 I heard that Bonneville was in bed, ill, dying. I flew to his apartment. Clement followed me. We saw him die. My father, my father, I cried. You will not leave us. We are your children. better worried that we should die with you than be left without you my father my father sobs and tears could not delay the inexorable moment and my life seemed to fade from me when i found that his lips were closed forever would you believe that my uncle yes you would believe for you know his haughty sternness but no matter tis passed and ought to be forgotten but a few days and not an eye save mine wept for the absence of bonneville will clement was satisfied with a new tutor the new tutor was wise good and kind for clement said so but he strictly obeyed mr valmont and sibela was abandoned of guide of father death an object new hideous and awfully mysterious was now ever before me multitudes of dark perplexing ideas succeeded each other in my mind with a rapidity which doubt and dissatisfaction created why is it said i to myself and what cause can produce an effect so overwhelming. Throughout life the mind invariably rules the functions of the body. It transports itself from and returns to its abode at pleasure. It can look back on the

Starting point is 01:24:32 past or fly forward to the future. It passes all boundary of place, creates or annihilates, and source or dives into other worlds. Yet in one moment its weary tool, the body, had extinguished these omnipotent powers, and to me quenched its vast energies, forever. I wrung my hands in bitterness, and in anguish of heart, and I called loudly on the name of my lost instructor, for I had now no instructor. Caroline, do not expect me to speak again of Bonneville, the tumult the perplexity returns, and no solution is at hand to soothe or to cheer me. Seventeen days, Mr. Valmont, his steward and their laborers have occupied my wood. My uncle,

Starting point is 01:25:16 himself gave me a command not to appear there during the day i said at night sir i am i hope at liberty you are child my uncle replied and i failed not to avail myself of the privilege on the rising ground of the broad wood-path and nearly opposite to my oak i found the earth dug away and preparations made of which i could not give an explanation but from the progress of a few days labor a small beautiful edifice of white marble gradually rose under the shade of a clump of yew trees whose branches were reflected on the polished surface as in a mirror its structure appeared to me beautiful i was charmed with it as a novel object i rejoiced that it was so near my oak but i stood utterly at a loss when i attempted to form an opinion of its design or utility Perhaps when you were at the castle you became acquainted with the defects and singularities of the two attendants whom my uncle assigned me. Andrew, almost inflexible in silence, attempts, when I put him to the trial, to explain himself by science, while his daughter possesses not that I could ever discover, in the smallest degree the faculty of hearing. Andrew often looks on me with affection, but Margaret, who has the most repulsive countenance and demeanor, appears, even while I endeavour to conciliate her by kind. looks to be scarcely conscious that i am in existence with such companions intercourse is rigorously excluded in cases of peculiar uncertainty i sometimes venture to apply to andrew as i did on the morning after i had seen the beautiful edifice in the wood-path completed andrew said tis a tomb

Starting point is 01:26:53 shortly after i called at mrs valmont's door to inquire of her health for she is now recovering slowly from a severe indisposition very unusually she desired I might be admitted. I stood while I spoke to her, for the wood was at liberty, and I was impatient to be gone. The surprise of Andrew's concise information was new in my mind, and I began to describe the structure in the wood-path. I perceived Mrs. Valmont's attendant directing strange looks and gestures to me, and I paused to ask her meaning. She positively denied the circumstance, and I proceeded. When I mentioned the name of tomb, Mrs. Valmont started forward on the couch where she said, "'Race the tomb!' cried she.

Starting point is 01:27:35 "'For whom?' And then, again falling back in seeming agony, she added without waiting for my reply. "'Yes, I know it well. He has opened the tomb for me.' "'For you, madam?' I said. "'You are not yet dead.' "'Barbarian!' exclaimed Mrs. Valmont,

Starting point is 01:27:52 looking fiercely on me. "'Not yet dead. Insolent. "'Be gone. I shall be dead but too soon. Be gone, I say. the very sight of any of your hated infidel race destroys me i wish to understand how mrs valmont's anger and agitations were thus excited for she began to utter strange assertions that my uncle intended to murder her and that he had made me his instrument she groaned and wept one of her attendants urged me to withdraw and i complied from thence i visited the tomb again i admired its structure and its situation but i could not devise why a receptacle for the

Starting point is 01:28:30 dead should be rare amidst the living. At this time Mr. Valmont himself, followed by his steward and by Andrew, came to inspect the tomb. Me thought he looked pleased when he saw me resting upon it. He viewed it round and round, walked to the foot of the rock, and contemplated it at that distance. Mr. Ross did the same, but Andrew stood still some y'alls on the other side. My uncle spoke thus at intervals. No doubt strange reports will circulate throughout the neighborhood of this monument. the vulgar fools who lends already a belief to the ridiculous tales of that ruin will now have another hinge on which to turn their credulity sibela take again the attitude i saw you in when i entered the wood their child keep that posture a short time your figure improves the scene does the monument excite much wonder ross it does indeed sir the steward replied they wonder at the expense they wander more at the object and still more than that they wonder at the unconsecrate ground. And my impiety is, I imagine, the topic of the country. The steward remains silent.

Starting point is 01:29:38 Andrew, remember my orders, and repeat them to your fellows. I will have no idle tales fabricated in the servants' hall. What are the opinions of other men concerning holy and unholy to me? It belongs to men of rank to spurn the prejudices of the multitude. Shortly after, my uncle addressed himself to me. A strange message, child, has been sent me from Mrs. Valmont, which you, it seems, have caused. What have you been saying to her? I repeated the conversation. My uncle smiled in scorn. Contemptible folly, said he. The vicinity of a tomb becomes a mortal disease. It is hard to judge whether the understanding or the frame of such animals is of the weaker texture.

Starting point is 01:30:21 Child, you have killed your aunt by reminding her that she may one day happen to be buried. I was startled with the phrase of, I had killed my aunt. and I began eagerly to speak. My uncle interrupted me with saying, There is no real harm done, child. These nervous affections are tremendous in representation, but trifling in reality. You will, however, do well to remember

Starting point is 01:30:43 that I do not approve of your frequenting Mrs. Valmont's apartments. My uncle then left me, not quite satisfied with myself, nor with his representation of Mrs. Valmont's case. Yet, on a careful review of the past, I did not feel that my words, my manner, or my information could just detend to produce uneasiness either to her or me yet mrs valmont persists in holding me culpable and has twice rejected the messages i have sent by andrew still caroline i do not understand why my uncle should have expended money to rear a marble tomb when any spot of waste ground might serve for the receptacle of a lifeless body nor can i understand how mrs valmond is injured by the knowledge of the circumstance my uncle's conversation with mr ross

Starting point is 01:31:29 is for the most part beyond my comprehension. I observed, too, that every part of the family, more carefully even than before, now shun the wood. Last night when Nina and I had held our evening converse at the oak, till the moon shone at her height, Andrew came in search of me. He stood at an unusual distance, and having beckoned me to return,

Starting point is 01:31:50 he with a soft quick step hastened before me to the castle. Thus, dearest Caroline, I passed from the weight of a tedious uniformity to view and wonder at the mysterious actions of mysterious people. Oh, speak to me then, my friend. You I can understand. You I love, admire, revere. Speak to me often, Caroline. Bring the varieties of your life before me.

Starting point is 01:32:14 Awaken my feelings with yours and let my judgment strengthen in your experience. Sibela Valmont End of Section 6. Section 7 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Liprivox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 01:32:37 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Liprivox.org. Recording by Avaii in November 2016. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 1, Letter 7. From Carolyn Ashburn to Siebella Valmont. my dearest sibella to all that i yet know of you i give unmixed praise your own rectitude your own discernment and your reliance on my sincerity satisfies you of this truth and I am assured that I have your sanction when I speak less of yourself than of frailer mortals. On casting my eye over the foregoing lines, I smile to perceive that I felt as if it were necessary

Starting point is 01:33:28 to apologize for the strong propensity I have to begin this letter as I concluded my last, namely, with Mr. Murden, whom, in the moments of my best opinion, I cannot wholly admire, nor at the worst of times can I altogether condemn. As he is, then, or as I think he is, take him. Colonel Ritzen, you know, said Mr. Murden was handsome. So say I. At times, divinely handsome, but only at times. His figure, it is true, never loses its symmetry and grace,

Starting point is 01:34:06 but his features, strongly influenced by their governing power, the mind, vary from beauty to deformity, that is, deformity of expression. What would Lady Mary, Lady Laura, or the two Miss Winterham's, who are lately added to our party, say to hear me connect the ideas of murder and deformity? Yet in their hearing, incurring the terrible certainty of being arraigned in their judgments for want of taste, of being charged with prudery affectation, and I know not what be sides, I shall there repeat that I have looked on Mirden, and looked from him again, because he appeared deformed and disgusting.

Starting point is 01:34:50 The libertine is ever deformed, the flatterer is ever disgusting. His daily practice in this house justifies me in bestowing on him the latter epithet. I own, and I rejoice to own, that of the justice of the former, I have my doubts. vain he is. That he is gratified by, encourages, even stimulates the attention of fools and coquettes, I cannot deny, and when I view him indulging a weakness so contemptible,

Starting point is 01:35:22 so dangerous, I am almost ready to believe he may be anything that is vicious, and that, having taken vanity and flattery for his guides, he may attain to the horrid perfection of a successful debauchy. Yet what man plunged in the wall-pool of debauchery ever retained delicacy of sentiment and pungency of feeling? I think Murden possesses both.

Starting point is 01:35:48 What man of debased inclinations would preserve that perpetual delicacy, that happy medium between neglect and encouragement, by which Murden regulates his conduct to Lady Laura Bowden? Lady Laura, celebrated as a wit and beauty, betrays to every absorb. her passion for Mr. Murden. I dreaded on such an occasion to see a vain young man, insolent in pity or barbarous in neglect, but Lady Laura has not a particle more or less of his admiration, his flattery, and his services than any other Lady of the Circle. Ah, I feel already that my description languishes. The Merden before me is a being of more vigor and more interest than the Mergin on my paper. I have failed in discriminating the contradictory parts of

Starting point is 01:36:40 his character, and I give up description. Leaving those circumstances I may, on further acquaintance, select from the round of his actions to speak for him. These insatiable devourers of amusement tear me from my pen. The morning which in my mother's house in town I possessed uncontrolled is no longer my own. The days are wasted in the execution of projects that promise much and perform nothing, and I made a whimsical attempt the other day to convince my good friends here

Starting point is 01:37:14 that we ought at least to be rational one half of one's time, if we would find any pleasure in being foolish, the other half. But while I am complaining to you, Sibela, the party are perhaps complaining of me. Adieu for a short time. I go to taste simplicity. Not the simplicity of a golden age,

Starting point is 01:37:36 but the simplicity of gold and tinsel. On the banks of a charming piece of water we fish under a silken awning. Horns, clarionettes and bassoons are stationed in a neighboring grove, with their sweet concords occasionally to soothe our fatigues. Isses, the choiciest fruits

Starting point is 01:37:55 and other delicate preparations for the refreshment of the palate are at hand. and, notwithstanding all this costly care, it is very possible we shall pass a listless morning, return without any increase of appetite or animal spirits, and be mighty ready to bestow loud commendations on the pleasures of a morning, from which we derive no other secret satisfaction than the certainty of its being at an end. A summons. The carriages are at the door.

Starting point is 01:38:27 You understand, I hope, that this is a rude. expedition, therefore a coach and a chariot attends. Mr. Murden drives one feeton, Colonel Ritzen, another, and Mrs. Ashburn, who has arisen from the voluptuous luxury of the palanquin and aid slaves, to the more active triumph of a high seat, reins, and long whip, will drive Lady Laura Bowden in her curricle. It would be vain for me to attempt to sleep, for I endure at present a very considerable portion, though from a different cause, of those restless feelings which so often, my Sibela, urge you from your bed. I believe I shall not go to bed this night, yet I have not to tell you that I am roused

Starting point is 01:39:13 to this wakefulness by events strikingly removed from the ordinary course of our lives. On the contrary, the accidents of the day, though new in their form, are by no means of an uncommon character. It is, alas, no novelty for some people to be inconsistent, and for other to imagine that rank and riches, as it places them beyond the reach of the common misfortunes of life, gives them full privilege to censure the weak and condemn the unfortunate. I hope benevolence is not a novelty. I would not subtract from the due praise of any individual, but I feel it as it were a tacit reproach upon human nature,

Starting point is 01:39:56 or rather upon human manners, when we loudly vaunt the benevolent actions of any single man. I love the man, be he whom he may, who will perform the offices of a brother to the weakest, the most despised of his fellow creatures, but I lament that the example should be so unusual, and, when seen, rather vaunted, than valued, and speedily forgotten. I have no reason to accuse myself of a want of penetration. Our morning was anything but pleasant. The air from the water chilled Sir Thomas.

Starting point is 01:40:31 Lady Barlow could find no scope amidst the very small talk for one single repartee. The Earl of Olson had the toothache. The Countess detests the music of wind instruments, and my mother found out that she hated fishing. The young ladies lost their spirits and temper by losing Mr. Murden, whose absence occurred in such a way as put me out of temper, and out of spirits also. As we were on the road to the destined spot of divest,

Starting point is 01:41:01 version, a pretty country girl on a horse loaded with paniers drew up to the hedge side while the cavalcade passed her. I was in Mr. Murden's feet in, and we were the last carriage but one. The girl, in making her awkward obeisance to the company, no sooner lifted her eyes to Mr. Murden, then she blushed deeper than Scarlet. It was a blush of such deep shame, of such anguish, that I felt a sudden pain like a shock of electricity. The time of of passing was so instantaneous that I could not see what effect the blush had at the moment on Merton's countenance, but when I did look on him, I found him lost in thought, from which he presently started, to gaze back upon the girl, while she continued in sight.

Starting point is 01:41:48 It was palpably obvious that in this incident Mirden had a concern more powerful than any interest he took in the party, for he remained dispirited and absent, and, after refusing to angle and walking a few turns to and fro on the banks of the water, he said he should join us again before we returned to dinner, mounted his servant's horse, and disappeared. Thus we were left without one satisfied person of the party, except the ever-satisfied Colonel Ritzen and the self-satisfied Lord Bowden. We saw no more of Mr. Murden till late in the afternoon. I must now, my dear Sibella, call your attention to the history of an unfortunate woman, who, in occupying the greatest part of this afternoon, gave scope to the

Starting point is 01:42:38 display of that heart-heartedness and that benevolence to which I alluded in a former passage of this letter. When Sir Thomas Barlow left the East Indies, he retained in his service a young Creole as secretary. At that time, the youth, who was sanguine enough and young enough to believe that his situation would increase in gain and be permanent in favor, wrote to his mother, whom he contributed to support, saying it was his wish she should come to England. He expected she would wait for a remittance for him to pay her passage, but the mother, impatient to join her only child, sold her little property, borrowed on her son's credit the remainder of the money for her passage,

Starting point is 01:43:25 and set sail from Bengal much about the time that her son, with whom the climate had disagreed and whom Sir Thomas had discharged, sets sail from England. Arrived in London, she hastens to Sir Thomas Barlow's house to meet this beloved son. The family are in the country. The porter surlyly assures her

Starting point is 01:43:47 that her son is gone. She will not believe him, demands the name of Sir Thomas Barlow's country seat, returns to her lodging with trembling limbs and an aching heart, writes a letter to Barlow Hall, which probably was never sent, and falls ill of an ache and fear.

Starting point is 01:44:04 eight weeks the unhappy woman languished in the extreme of misery and disease receiving no tidings from her son having no friend no acquaintance either to pity or relieve her her money all spent her clothes almost all sold she availed herself of a small recruit of strength and begged her way half-naked to sir thomas barlow's seat kept alive no doubt by the feeble hope that she should yet find her son At Palo Hall, the tidings of her son's departure was confirmed. Despair gave her strength. In spite of the servant's opposition, she forced her way into the dining-parlour,

Starting point is 01:44:46 ere the dessert was yet removed. She designed to have thrown herself at the feet of Sir Thomas, but on whom did her eyes first fix? On no other than Mrs. Ashburn, whom, in her own land, in her happiest days, she had served in the capacity of housekeeper. Had the apartment held the first potentates of the earth, I firmly believe they would have been as so many straws in the poor woman's way

Starting point is 01:45:11 when she rushed forward to Mrs. Ashburn. She clasped her knees, kissed her hands, her gown, the very chair on which she sat, and was so wild and extravagant in her joy that I do not wonder at the result. I only wonder that her intellects survived. It was in vain the company expressed their disgust that so miserable an object, in vain my mother and Sir Thomas commanded her to rise and withdraw.

Starting point is 01:45:39 She would, in her imperfect language, curse the climate of Britain. She would entreat them to send her back to her own country. She would relate the history of her griefs, till combined recollections, or perhaps the frigid countenances of those around her, wrought a passionate flood of tears, and she then quietly suffered the footman to conduct her from the room. the rigid countess of ulson instantly began a severe investigation of the folly of the young indian who sent so far for his mother while his own prosperity was yet wavering and uncertain lady barlow and the young ladies appeared disconcerted the earl of alson had dined in his own chamber colonel ritzin often shifted his seat mrs ashburn and sir thomas barlow gave their assent to the invective of lady alson adding at the third

Starting point is 01:46:33 the same time all the shades of imprudence in the mother's enterprise. They agreed, however, in the necessity of affording her some relief. Two guineas from Sir Thomas and two from Mrs. Ashburn was the vast sum contributed, and with this four guineas the servant was ordered to deliver the following commands, that she should immediately go back to London, where she might easily find employment for her support, till her son should know she was in England, and remit money. for her return to India. Colonel Ridson stole to the door after the servant

Starting point is 01:47:09 and gave into his hand a benefaction for the widow. I had only waited the conclusion of the Nabob's and my mother's determination, and I now left them. The Indian did not, as before, attempt to rush into the parlour, but in the hall she wrung her hands, gnashed her teeth, tore her hair, exclaiming, she must go back, she could not work, she could not live in a climate that would kill a dog.

Starting point is 01:47:37 My remonstrances she did not hear. I might as well have spoken to the date. It was then that Mr. Murden returned home. Astonished at the frantic agonies of the poor distressed woman, he inquired the cause from the servants, whom pity had drawn around her. He drew his whip out of his hand, and coming up to the Indian,

Starting point is 01:48:00 yes, Sibela, this seducer perhaps, this very elegant, fashionable, handsome, and admired Mirden immediately lifted in his arms to poor miserable, despised object from whose touch others had revolted, carried her into an apartment, and seated her by himself on a sofa, still holding his arm round her to prevent her relapsing into those violent excesses. "'You shall go back,' cried Merton.

Starting point is 01:48:29 "'I swear by the God that made me, you shall go back tomorrow, today, this very hour, if you will but be calm. She looked on him steadily. It was such a look, Sibella. See, said Merden, Miss Ashburn says you shall go back. You know, Miss Ashburn. I, and you love her too. I know you do. In a fainting voice she said, Then I shall die with my poor Joseph at last. Her head fell upon Mirden's breast, and he suffered it to remain there,

Starting point is 01:49:05 till he found she had become insensible. He then requested the housekeeper to see a bed prepared for her, and, by his kind speeches and charming tones, he rendered every servant as eager to do the poor woman's service as he himself had been. All this time I forgot the country girl. While I attended the Indian to her bed, Mr. Merton visited the drawing. room, and when I also went thither, I found Merton's face in a glow.

Starting point is 01:49:34 He was debating with his uncle on the danger that might befall his sick patient, by removing her from Barlow Hall to the next village, and the danger Sir Thomas might incur by allowing her to remain where she was. The Nabob recollected she had spoken of her fever in London, and already he saw himself in the utmost danger, and half his family dead or dying of the mortal disease. any sum of money anything in his house that could tend to her accommodation she might have so that she was but removed he absolutely shook with apprehension and murdon was at length compelled to yield the point a post-chaise was accordingly got ready two maids went in with her to support her for successive faintings had reduced her to the weakness of an infant murden although it was a rainy evening walked by the side of the chaise to the village

Starting point is 01:50:29 to see that she was there taken proper care of. In the drawing-room, the interval between this arrangement and the time of Murden's return from the village was past at the most irksome state. The weather would not allow of walking or riding. No casual visitors arrived. Every common topic of conversation languished, and each individual dreaded,

Starting point is 01:50:54 lest some other of the party should begin to speak of the Indian, whom they were one and all laboriously urgent, to forget. The entrance of tea and coffee was an immense relief. The cups were received with unusual complacency, and their drooping spirits revived. The card tables were just arranged when Murden entered. Good God, what a charm was diffused over his countenance. He was pale with fatigue and want of food, his linen soiled, and his hair disordered with the wind and rain, but there was such a sweetness in his eyes that no heart could resist it. Everyone pronounced his name at once.

Starting point is 01:51:37 Dear Murden, breathed Lady Laura in the melting voice of love. Then, covered with confusion, she added, Dear Mr. Murden, you will kill yourself. At the same time, she made an involuntary motion for him to seat himself between her and her sister. He did so. His heart was open to the reception of all. tenderness. He could not reject Lady Laura's tone. He took her hand. I saw him press it.

Starting point is 01:52:06 He said something low and soft, and her cheeks were instantly suffused with a burning color. Ah, that country girl, thought I. I could not help sighing for her. I sighed too for murder. Wood, said I to myself, that he could suffer me to possess his confidence, would suffer me to advise, exhort, and entreat him to be worthy of himself. Perhaps, while these and other such reflections occupied my mind, my eyes were fixed upon murder, for suddenly I perceived that his cheek took a stronger glow than even Lady Loras, and he sprung up from his seat. James, bring me some biscuits and a jelly, said he carelessly.

Starting point is 01:52:52 Egot, I believe I have not dined to-day. This was enough to rouse Sir Thomas. "'There now,' cried the Nabob. "'Was ever anything like it, you have had no dinner! "'And here you are all this time in wet clothes. "'Lord, have mercy upon me. "'Call your valet.' "'And he began to ring the belt furiously.

Starting point is 01:53:14 "'I am sure, Arthur, you will be ill. "'You will have a fever. "'You will certainly kill yourself, as Lady Laura says.' "'I had too much compassion to look at Lady Laura, "'and so had Mirden, for he crossed the other the side of the room and immediately withdrew. As Murden shut one door, a servant opened another and gave into my hands your last dear letter. I retired to my own chamber to read it. You are glorious girls, Sibela, you elevate, you excite me. You awaken my mind to more and more

Starting point is 01:53:51 love of those fervid qualities that shine so eminent in you. Had your Bonneville lived? Well, fear not, my love. The day of your liberty will come. There are perhaps other Bonneville's in the world, who will, like him, delight to give you that instruction for which your mind pants. Already you possess energy, fortitude,

Starting point is 01:54:13 and feeling, and those qualities now kept alive and fostered by your love, may one day be called into action by objects of higher magnitude, of far higher value, forgive me, than love, though it were the love of a Sibella.

Starting point is 01:54:29 I stood at my window to read your letter. The rain and wind had ceased. There was not even breeze enough to shake away the drops that yet rested upon the leaves. The dim, grey, melancholy remains of day just afforded sufficient light to read by, and when I had finished your letter, I threw up the sash and leaned out,

Starting point is 01:54:51 thinking of you, my Sibela, in my imagination seeing you, seeing your fawn, your wood, your oak, your black angry-looking rock your solemn ruin your clumps of yew trees your white marble tomb and these objects engrossed my whole attention while those which surrounded me became hid in darkness footsteps passed underneath my window through a path leading to the stables one voice said many and many a hard day's work have my poor dame and i done since and have gone to bed to cry and moor all night for Peggy's naughtiness. We were ashamed to show our faces in our own parish, but your honour assures me you won't forget her.

Starting point is 01:55:39 Another voice answered, All that I have promised I will perform, depend on it. The latter voice was Murdance. Now I felt the chill air of evening, and I shut down my window. Won't you have candles brought, ma'am? asked Agnes entering my chamber. Only think, ma'am, continued she,

Starting point is 01:56:03 if that good Mr. Murden is not going to send one of the groom's eight miles for a physician to come to the poor Indian, because the laundry-maid, who is just returned from her, told him she is not any better. I believe there never was such a young gentleman. Do you know where he is now, said I? Gone to the stables, ma'am, to hurry away the groom. Is anyone with him? "'Only an old farmer who has been in his dressing-room while he dined. "'I dare say Mr. Merton has been doing some good thing or other for him, too.'

Starting point is 01:56:37 "'I hope he has,' replied I. "'All that I have promised I will perform, depend on it,' I repeated to myself. "'Light me downstairs, Agnes,' said I. "'I hope, indeed, Mr. Merton has done him some kindness.' "'Agnus looked at me attentively and did not reply to me. "'I returned to the drawing-room, "'divested of that pleasurable glow of feeling "'which I enjoyed before the voices spoke underneath my window.

Starting point is 01:57:09 "'As I entered the room, "'Lord Alson was saying to my mother, "'such a reference as you propose, madam, "'would be unpardonable from me, "'nor can we possibly expect a lady will be sincere. "'I was surprised to understand, from the Earl's bow, that I was the subject of their conversation, and I requested that, if his lordship meant me,

Starting point is 01:57:32 he would hereafter never expect to find me insincere, and I begged to know I had merited the accusation. Mrs. Ashburn and the Earl mutually explained, his lordship was persuaded, it seems, that a letter exciting such visible pleasure as that did which the servant delivered to me must be from a favoured lover. My mother was certain the effect was produced by my romantic friendship to use her own expression, and, as the Earl was incredulous, she was desirous of referring the decision to me.

Starting point is 01:58:07 Lady Laura effectively begged I would defend the sweet powers of friendship, and my mother sneeringly observed that I had a fine scope for my talents in the present instance. I took your letter from my pocket. I unfolded and spread it open in my lap. "'This is the letter,' said I. "'A pretty hand,' said Colonel Ritson. "'Nay, it is not a female character, Miss Ashburn,' the Earl said. "'I asked if I should read it.'

Starting point is 01:58:38 The Earl professed to admire my condescension, but my mother yawned. I selected two passages from your letter and read them. Lord Alson, who had only chosen this subject for want of something to do, was now perfectly satisfied and convinced. for Sir Thomas had invited him to P.K. The Colonel thought your style very charming. Lady Barlow thought it very dull, and, as no one contradicted her ladyship's opinion,

Starting point is 01:59:06 the subject would here have ended, had I not, as I put a letter again into my pocket, told my mother that her friend Mrs. Waldmont had lately been ill. A poor inanimate vapoured being, Mrs. Ashburn called her friend, dying, she said, of diseases who slid, slightest symptom had never reached her, a burden to herself, and a torment to everyone else. Nevertheless, her fate to be pitied, lamented, and deplored without bounds. Then it became your uncle's turn, and his sum of enormities was divided and subdivided

Starting point is 01:59:42 into multitudes of sins, so that I was ready to ask myself if I had really ever known this, Mr. Valmont. No one spark of pity remained for him. No, he was not. neither pitied by Mrs. Ashburn, nor prayed for by the Countess of Alson. When my mother had exhausted her topic, I said to her, Your pictures are vivid tonight, madam. Suppose you finished a family. Miss Valmont, what say you of her?

Starting point is 02:00:12 I leave her to you, replied Mrs. Ashburn. I only think her a little handsome, a little proud, a little ignorant, and half insane. You can tell the rest. "'Pray do, Miss Ashburn,' cried Lady Mary Bowden. "'I dearly love to hear of queer creatures.' "'I am to add,' said I, "'all that remains of a queer creature "'al already declared to be proud, ignorant, and half-mad.

Starting point is 02:00:40 "'To the best of my judgment, I will.' "'This—' "'The door opened, and in came Mr. Mirdin, "'and the poor Indian, the country girl, "'and the old farmer, who had won. wept sleepless nights for Peggy's naughtiness, together rushed upon my imagination. Again Lady Laura made room for Murden, and again he took his seat on the same sofa. I said to myself, as I looked at him, where are the signs of remorse?

Starting point is 02:01:12 There are none, not even the softened eye of newborn virtuous resolutions. Strange that I read of nothing in the face but inward peace and freedom. to go on, Miss Ashburn, cried Lady Mary. I did, Sibella, I began once more to speak of you, and in a little time I called back apart at least of the vigour and warmth which missed the Mirdin's entrance and a train of fugitive thought had chased from me. I began with your beauty. I omitted nothing which I could devise to make the picture worthy of the original.

Starting point is 02:01:49 I spoke of the first sight I had. of you, the impressive effect at that moment of your face, your form, your attitude, your simple attire. I appealed to my mother to testify the singular beauty of your eyes, your forehead, your mouth, your hair. I told them that your hair had never been distorted by fashion. That, parted from the top of the head and always uncovered, it fell around your shoulder, displaying at once its profusion and its color, and ornamenting as well by its shade as its contrast, one of the finest necks that ever belonged to a human figure. Lady Laura now grew restless in her seat.

Starting point is 02:02:32 For Merton listened. He had even dropped the shuttle he had taken out of Lady Laura's hand, and either inattentively or quite unconsciously had allowed her ladyship to stoop to the ground for it herself. Still he listened. thus adorned by nature said i in what way shall i further recommend her art has disclaimed her this queer creature lady mary never out of her uncle's castle since she was six years old has been left utterly without the skill of the governess and waiting-maid an old tutor indeed gave her some singular lessons on the value of sincerity independence courage and capacity and she a worthy scholar of such a teacher, as indeed you may judge from the specimen I read of her letter,

Starting point is 02:03:23 has odd notions and practices. And half insane, as Mrs. Ashburn says, would rather think herself born to navigate ships and build edifices than to come into a world for no other purpose than to twist her hair into ringlets, learn to be feeble, and to find her feet too hallowed to tread on the ground beneath her. "'Stop!' cries Merton, bending eagerly forward. "'Tell me, Miss Ashburn, of whom you speak.' "'Of a Miss Valmont,' said Lady Laura peevishly.

Starting point is 02:03:58 "'Miss Valmont,' rejoined Merton. "'Miss Ashburn, do you really speak of Miss Valmont?' "'I really do, Mr. Merton.' He did not reply again, but, folding his arms, he leaned thoughtfully on the back of the sofa. Lady Laura, now quite out of temper, began to complain that he was an encumbrance, and, forgetting to offer the least apology, he instantly sprang up and took a distant chair. I should tell you that by this time my mother, Sir Thomas, the Earl and the Colonel were at cards, so that I had only Lady Barlow and a younger part of the company for my auditors. And how, asked Lady Mary, does this odd young lady, I must not again say queer creature, employ her time? Playing with cats and dogs and chattering with servants, I suppose, said Lady Palo.

Starting point is 02:04:56 No, Lady Barlow, I replied. The resources of her mind, various and increasing, to use her own description, furnish better expedience. She wishes for communication, for intercourse, for society, but she is too sincere to purchase any pleasure by artifice and concealment. She is too proud to tempt the servants from their duty, all of whom, except two, are forbidden to approach her. A grey-headed, unpolished footman brings her breakfast and supper to her apartment. If she is there, it is well.

Starting point is 02:05:32 If not, he leaves it, be the time longer or shorter, till she does come. Her female domestic, deaf and deformed, would attend if summoned, by Miss Valmont finds her dress simple enough, and her limbs robust enough, to enable her to perform all the functions of her toilet. A true child of nature, bold in innocence, day or night, is equally propitious to her rambles, and always mentally alive she has the glow of animation on her cheeks, the fire of vivacity in her eye, alone in a solitary wood at noonday or at midnight. At midnight, Lady Laura exclaimed,

Starting point is 02:06:13 surely you did not go alone into the woods at midnight. I removed the idea her ladyship and others perhaps had of its impropriety, by informing them your wood was of small extent, not distant from the castle and enclosed within the moat, which, by means of a canal, had been carried round the park as well as castle. No human foot, said I, but those admitted over the drawbridge can enter this wood, which, though small, is romantic, and though gloomy, has its beauties. It rises on the side of the canal and terminates at the foot of a rock.

Starting point is 02:06:52 It contains a tomb. On one part of the rock are spread the tottering ruins of a small chapel and hermitage, and these objects serve to invite Miss Valmont to her wood while they check the approach of diseased imaginations. I spoke further, Sibela, of your favourite lonely haunt, the flying speed with which I have seen you bound there, the affectionate caresses of your little fawn and numberless other circumstances.

Starting point is 02:07:22 Lady Laura was resolved neither to be amused by the novelty nor seduced by the merit I had attributed to you. She found you more whimsical than pleasing, more daring than delicate. She wished you all manner of good things, and among the rest, that you might not at last fall in love with one of your uncle's footmen. I smiled and replied to her ladyship that your uncle's wisdom and foresight had provided against that misfortune. You already had a lover worthy of you.

Starting point is 02:07:55 Good God! Are you acquainted with Clement Montgomery? it was murdon from whom this exclamation burst and i looked at him without power to reply it almost appeared miraculous to hear any one in that room named clement montgomery is that the mr montgomery lady barlow asked you went abroad with murden yes madam then said i you know clement montgomery intimately he replied that he did "'How could you be so cruel?' said I. "'Why did you not interrupt me long since? "'You who know Miss Valmont's lover must know Miss Valmont also. "'Why did you not take the voice of that lover,

Starting point is 02:08:42 "'and paint, as you must have heard him paint, "'her attractive graces, her noble qualities? "'Oh, it was barbarous to leave that to be done by monotonous friendship, "'to which the spirit of love could alone do justice.' "'Me thinks his answer was, was a very strange one, so cold, so abrupt. I felt displeased at the moment, and checked myself in some eager question

Starting point is 02:09:07 I was about to ask respecting Clement Montgomery. Merton's reply, Sibela was, that I had done enough, and he withdrew too, immediately withdrew, as if weary of me and my subject. At supper his place at table was vacant. his valet alleged he was writing letters.

Starting point is 02:09:32 Sir Thomas would be positive he was ill. We heard of nothing but the fever, and it is highly probable the house would have been presently half-filled with physicians, and Sir Thomas really in need of them, if Merden had not come smiling and languishing into the supper room. This time I had the honour of his choosing his seat next me, and, as I saw that he only pretended to eat in order to appease his arm, uncle, I told him in a low voice I believed he was ill.

Starting point is 02:10:02 My mind is my disease, he said. Ah, then, thought I, he does perhaps repent. I longed to talk to him, but I could think of no subject, no name but Peggy, and Peggy I had not courage to mention. I made an awkward remark upon our ride to the water side. Then I introduced as awkwardly, and to as little purpose, the time of my leaning out of my chamber window. Merton, unconscious of my meaning and illusions, heard me composedly, and I ended only where I began.

Starting point is 02:10:40 He found me absent and embarrassed, and, though little suspecting that his mind was also my disease, his attentions were more exclusively mine than I had ever before experienced them to have been. A few minutes before the company separated, Merton said to me, I am informed, Miss Ashburn, that you intend visiting our poor Indian

Starting point is 02:11:03 tomorrow morning. Yes, I said, I had ordered my horse early for that purpose. I should request your permission to attend you, madam, but I am in some sort engaged to eat my breakfast on brown bread and new milk at a farmhouse. A farmhouse? said I.

Starting point is 02:11:23 Yes, madam, rejoined Merton, as calmly as though he had. had carried content and joy into that farmhouse instead of remorse and misery. Yes, madam, the most charming spot in this country. My constant house of call in the shooting season. Many pleasant brown bread, breakfasts and suppers have I eaten there. So unblushing, so hard-hearted a confession absolutely startled me. I had already risen to retire, he rose also and said,

Starting point is 02:11:55 will you, Miss Ashburn, allow me to ride with you in the morning? And neglect the farmhouse, Mr. Murden? He replied, the time is of little consequence. I can go there afterward. Oh, but it is, said I, now of infinite consequence. Not for the world would I be the means of your dispensing with one title of your promises to that farmhouse. Pray, said I, turning back after having bade him good-night.

Starting point is 02:12:24 Mr. Merton, do you correspond with Clement Montgomery? Again I became reconciled to him. Again I was persuaded that he repented of his error and that he is not hardened in his transgressions, for he understood the fullest tendency of my question. His countenance instantly expressed shame, surprise, and sorrow too, and his voice faltered while he said, Why, Miss Ashburn, why should you wish to know that?

Starting point is 02:12:54 And when he added, I do indeed, madam, correspond with Mr. Montgomery, he looked from me. My good-night was more cordial than the former one, and I hope that if Mr. Murden finds his breakfast at the farmhouse less pleasant than heretofore, its usefulness will increase as its pleasure ceases. Daylight burst into my chamber. In another hour I shall prepare to visit the Indian.

Starting point is 02:13:24 Macy Bella Farewell Carolyn Ashburn End of Section 7 Section 8 of secrecy or the ruin on the rock This is a Librivox recording All Librivox recordings are in the public domain

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Starting point is 02:13:57 From Clement Montgomery to Arthur Murden Infidel as thou art toward beauty And indolent as thou art in friendship Whence dost thou still derive the power To attract the homage of beauty and the zeal of friendship? That Janetta, the Empress of all hearts, but callous thine,

Starting point is 02:14:20 possessed sensibility, susceptibility or even animation, thou infidel Arthur didst deny. Yet Janetta can sometimes torture her admiring Clement by the repetition of thy praises. Four letters of mine, long letters, letters to which I yielded ours that might have been rapturous and enjoyments, those letters lie, the last as the first unanswered, unheeded in thy possession. I devoutly thank the star that shed its influence over the hour of my birth that it gave me a temperament opposite to thine, Arthur, for have I not seen thee more than insensible, even averse to the offered favours of the fair?

Starting point is 02:15:07 Have I not seen the yawn with listlessness at an assembly where rank and splendour, the delight of harmony, and the fascinations of beauty filled my every sense with excellence, Give me the sphere of fashion and its delights, fix me in the regions of ever-varying novelty. Mine is life, I sail on an ocean of pleasure. Where are its rocks, its sands, its secret whirlpools, or its daring tempests? Fables all, fables invented by the envious impotence of snarling cynics to crush the aspiring fancy of glowing youth. thy apathy murder, I detest. Nay, I pity thee. And I swear by that pity I would sacrifice some portion of my pleasures to awaken thee to the knowledge of one hour's rapture. Soulless Arthur, how couldst thou slight the accomplished elf?

Starting point is 02:16:12 How could thou acknowledge that she was beautiful, yet tell me of her deep. defects. Defects! Good heaven! Defects in a beautiful, kind and yielding woman! Arthur! Arthur! In comparison to thy passing youth, thy graceful figure, and all those manly charms with which thou art formed to captivate, forget thy wild chimeras, thy absurd dreams of romantic, useless perfections, and make it thy future creed, in woman there can be no crime but ugliness, no weakness, no defect, but cruelty. Every day, every hour, Janetta brings me new proof that thy judgment is worthless. She has tenderness, she has sensibility, she does not, as thou didst assert, receive my love merely to enrich herself with its offerings,

Starting point is 02:17:15 and constancy she has, even though. more boundless than I, except for a time, could desire, for she talks of being mine forever, and says, wherever I go thither will she go also? And I will soothe her with the flattering hope. Why should I damp our present ardors by anticipating the hour when we must part? Why should I suffuse those brilliant eyes with the tears of sorrow, or wound that fondly palpitating heart, by allowing her to suspect that she but supplies the absence of an all-triumphant tribal. Ah, let not my thoughts glance that way. Let not imagination bring before me the ethereal beauty of my Sibela.

Starting point is 02:18:07 Let it not transport me to her arms within the heaven of Valmont wood. Or I shall be left a form without a soul and be excluded from the world. the enjoyment that I now admire as being in absence my solace, my happiness. I expected I should have been dull without thee murder, but I hardly know, except when I am writing, that thou hast left me. I dress, I dance, I ride, I visit, I am visited. My remittances bring me all I wish in their profusion. I adore and am adore. The nights and days are alike devoted to an eternal round of pleasures, and Lassitude and I are unacquainted.

Starting point is 02:19:00 Read the hearts of men, says Mr. Valmont. I cannot. I am fascinated with their manners. I pant to acquire the same soft polish, and their endearing complacence to my endeavours. That graceful polish is already the same. thine, and there I envy thee. I envy to thy reputation, but I hate thy cold reserve. Why, if these triumphs which are attributed to thee, be really thine, why conceal them? Others can tell me of thy

Starting point is 02:19:36 successes, can show me the very objects for whom thou hast sighed, whom thou hast obtained. When I alleged that I found thee constantly dissatisfied, contemplating some imaginary being, complaining that too much or too little pride, defective manners, or a defective mind, gave thee an antidote against love, I am assured that it was the mere effect of another weaning vanity. Say more, who pretends to know thee much better than I do, declares thou art vain beyond man's belief or woman's example. He is thy sworn enemy, and well he may provided his charges against thee be true. For the other night in the confidence of wine he assured me that thou art the seducer of his

Starting point is 02:20:31 mistress, a mistress fond and faithful till she listened to thy seductions. Is it possible, murder, thou canst have been thus dishonorably cruel? I doubt the veracity of Seymour's representation, for I think thou are not only too strict for the transaction, but too inanimate to be assailed by the temptation. Preet, Arthur, banish this thy ever-inpenetrable reserve, and tell me truly, whether thou art inflated with victory, fastidious from change, or whether, as I deem thee, thou are not really too cold to love. love, whether thou hast not cherished the indolent caprice of thy temper, till it has deadened thee into marble. Once more, I thank heaven I am not like thee. Ever may I thrill at the glance the smile of beauty. Ever may I live to know no business but pleasure, and may my resources ever be as unconfined as my wishes.

Starting point is 02:21:41 Clement Montgomery. End of Section 8. i carried your letters and that portrait painted by clement in the days when we knew no sorrow into the wood where shutting out every remembrance save those of love and friendship i was for a time wrapped in the sublimity of happiness is the mind so much fettered by its earthly clog the body that it cannot long sustain these lofty flights soaring as it were into divinity but must ever sink back to its portion of pains and penalties for this i have before experienced and and at the time of which i speak pain and grief suddenly burst in upon me i rushed from the foot of my oak to the monument and resting there wept with a bitterness equal in degree to my former pleasure nina was at my side and her flying from me into the wood was a signal that some one approached i raised my head and beheld descending from the ruin on the rock the tall figure of a venerable man with a white and flowing beard he was wrapped in a sort of loose gown a broad head-shaded part of his face his step was feeble he frequently tottered and when he had come near to me he leaned both hands on his staff and addressed me thus fair virgin weep not the spirits of the air gather round you and form a band so sacred that the malignant demons hover at a distance hopeless of approach your guardian angel presides over this grove here mild you mischief and mischance cannot harm you fair virgin weep not he paused i said who are you

Starting point is 02:23:55 once he continued i was the hallow tenant of yon ruined mansion once an inhabitant of earth it was my lot to warn the guilty and to soothe the mourner well may such tears as thine draw me back to earth i come the spirit of consolation fair virgin why weepest thou i know i said that the sleep of death is eternal that the grave never gives back to form and substance the mouldering body and it indeed matters little to me who or what you are since i well know you cannot be what you would seem i stepped down from the monument and turned up the wood path leading to the castle stay cried he do you doubt my supernatural mission view my testimony behold i can renovate old age i looked back the beard the hat the mantle were cast aside and a young man of graceful form and fine physiognomy appeared before me i stood an instant in surprise and then i again turned toward the castle he stepped forward and intercepted my path with outspread arms fear me not said he i-no i answered i do not fear you though i know of no guardian angels but my innocence and fortitude he folded his arms fixed his eyes upon the ground and i passed on without further interruption when andrew brought supper into my apartment i asked if there were strangers in the castle and andrew shook his head by which i understood that he did not know if there were any the following morning i expected my uncle's commands to absent myself from the wood and though no message came i did absent myself both on that day and on the succeeding day and their nights confining all my walks to the open ground behind the castle and the lawn. During these two days I was attended only by Margaret. Poor Andrew was

Starting point is 02:25:47 indisposed. Benished from my oak, deprived of my Nina's society, excluded even from the slight intercourse the table afforded with Mr. and Mrs. Valmont, for my uncle has lately determined that it is an indelicate custom to meet together at stated times for the sole purpose of eating, and refreshment is now served up to each in our separate departments. It is nearly impossible to tell you, Caroline, how much a good. alone i felt myself while these two days and two nights lasted the third day was bleak and stormy the wind roared and showers fell frequently every one of this household seems at all times loath to encounter such inclemencies and i imagined that to me alone these were things of little moment i went therefore to the wood but ere nina had expressed half her joy the stranger appeared why fly me he said if you do not fear me i shun you replied i because i do not understand you but if you shun me you cannot understand me i do not deem you worthy of inquiry i said for you came with pretences of falsehood and guile and those are coverings that virtue ever scorns

Starting point is 02:26:56 fair philosopher he exclaimed teach me how you preserve such vigor such animation where you have neither rivalship to sustain nor admiration to excite are you secluded by injustice from the world or do you willingly forsake its delights, to live the life of hopeless recollection. Say, does the beloved of your soul sleep in that monument? The supposition, Caroline, was for an instant too agonizing, and I called twice on the name of Clement, with a vehemence that made this man start. His face flushed with color, he retreated a few steps, and looked every way around him. No, said I, as he again approached, my beloved lives. Our beings are incorporate as our wishes. The Sepulchre need not open. twice no tyranny could separate us in death but who are you i added that come hither to snatch from me the moments i would dedicate to remembrances of past pleasure and to promising expectation is then your heart so narrowed by love that it can admit neither friendship nor benevolence i answered to my friendship you have no claim for we are not equal you wear a mask esteem and unreserved confidence are the only foundations of friendship

Starting point is 02:28:11 as he had done on the former day he again intercepted my path for i was going to quit the wood stay he said and hear me patiently or i may cast a spell around you he interrupted the reply i was beginning to make thus i do not bid you fear me my power is not terrible but it is mighty tell me then he added have you no sense of the blessings of intercourse have you never reflected on the selfishness of solitude on the negative virtues of the recluse I find you here, said I, in Mr. Valmont's wood, and I expect, therefore, that you already know my seclusion is not the effect of my choice. But from whom, other than yourself, am I to learn why it is the effect of your submission? This was a question, Caroline, which I had never steadily put to myself, and I stood silent some moments before I found my answer. I said, I am not yet convinced that the time is arrived when my submission ought to cease. Ah, rather honestly confess, he replied, that you shun a stern contention with that power

Starting point is 02:29:15 which here detains you. But there are other means, a secret escape, if you resolve to exert yourself for that purpose. No, I said, I am not weak enough to descend to Artifice. Did I think it right to go, I should go openly? Then might Mr. Valmond try his opposing strength, but he would find I could leap, swim or dive, and that moats and walls are feeble barriers to a determined will. Oh, stay, stay in these woods forever, he vehemently exclaimed. Go not into the world where artifice might assail and example corrupt at noble sincerity,

Starting point is 02:29:52 or if, as I think, your courage, your integrity are incorruptible, oh, yet go not into the world, view not its disgusting follies, taste not its chilling disappointments. My answer was, I am accustomed. to listen to inconsistencies, you just now spoke of the pleasures and blessings of society. As he did not reply, but stood as though he was musing, I thought I could pass him, which I attempted to do. He immediately knelt on one knee before me, spread one hand on his bosom, and said, You are above my control. I would not dare profane you by the single touch of my finger. But I beseech you, by that firmness, that innocence which holds this trust and danger at defiance,

Starting point is 02:30:33 I beseech you, listen to me a few short moments longer. Have you anything to impart which can interest me? I asked him. I have that which ought to interest you. He rose from his kneeling posture and appeared to hesitate. Alas, he then added, I have many, many faults. I am unstable in wise resolutions, and yielding as childhood to temptation. I wanted a guide, a monitor. I sought one in the world and found only tempt us. I have quitted the world. I have chosen my abode in that ruin. There I would fain learn to amend myself. I want to learn to be happy, but I come not to that ruin to banish you from this wood. This is your selected spot, and that is mine. Only a few paces

Starting point is 02:31:18 divides them. Yet if you say it must be so, the distance shall be as impassable as though entire kingdom slay between us. Ah, reflect a moment before your single word forms this immense barrier. did I say, no, reflect a day. Leave me now in silence, and return to-morrow, the next day, when you will, and then tell me if you could not sometimes find me a more sympathizing auditor than trees and marble, when you would breathe complained or utter joy. Go then, but—a a second time he hesitated, and when he spoke again his articulation was changed from its clear decisive character to a thicker, lower utterance. Be aware, he said, that there are certain requisites necessary to form the utility of my solitude, uninterrupted retirement, and perfect secrecy.

Starting point is 02:32:08 Was I unjust, Caroline? But his mention of secrecy instantly filled my mind with a supposition that his words wore one form and his intentions another. I warned him to depart. I told him I despised concealment, that I had ever scorned to separate my wishes from my acts or my actions from my words. I said, his caution pointed out my duty. I said, his caution pointed out my duty. I I bade him, as I then thought, a final adieu. I proceeded immediately to the library to relate this conversation to my uncle. There I was told that my uncle was gone from the castle, not to return till four days were passed.

Starting point is 02:32:43 I then requested to be admitted into Mrs. Valmont's dressing-room, and she received me. Her conduct disgusted me extremely at the time, and I have since thought it very extraordinary that Mrs. Valmont should doubt my veracity. scarcely had I described the manner in which the person in the wood first came to me, then Mrs. Valmont broke my narration by asking me over and over again, I know not how many times, had I indeed seen a hermit come out of the ruin? Was I quite sure I had seen him? Could it really be true? Not disposed to hear such offensive repetitions,

Starting point is 02:33:16 I declined entering any further into the story, and merely said that, if the person was a visitor in the castle, it might be proper for her to signify to him that his intrusion in the rock and wood would be displeasing to my uncle and highly inconvenient to me i went to my own apartments on the next morning i rose as i frequently do at the first dawn of day do you recollect the situation of my apartments you will certainly remember that the southwest wing is rather distant from that part of the body of the castle where most of the family inhabit you know too that my rooms open into a long gallery but you never explored this gallery my hours with you were rich in pleasure and variety, and I thought not then of the solitary horns to which I fly when I seek amusement and find none. This gallery at a remote end from the body of the castle closes with a staircase. These stairs descend into a narrow and winding passage of the west tower and lead to the

Starting point is 02:34:11 door of the armory. It is probable you never saw either the west tower or the armory. They are both out of repair, and altogether out of use. Nor do I recollect any that I ever saw one of the family enter them but Clement and myself. in very tempestuous weather the armory was a favorite place of resort for us the various implements and cases of steel with which it is furnished were subjects of wonder and conjecture besides it is a hall of large dimensions and we possessed it so free of interruptions that it served better for play and recreation than any other apartment we were allowed to frequent within the castle at a very early hour on the succeeding morning as i before said i rose and left my chamber to walk in the armory. After I had gone down the stairs, and as I had nearly reached the end of the dark stone passage, I heard a sudden creaking noise, but whether or not it proceeded from the

Starting point is 02:35:05 armory, I could not be certain. I entered the armory. The door closed heavily after me. There was scarcely light enough to distinguish the surrounding objects. I stood still, but all was silent. I walked about, and other thoughts entirely effaced an impression of something unusual in the noise, till again, in a louder degree, it assailed me. I hastened toward the door, but the voice I had heard in the wood called me to stay. I turned round, and the same figure was before me. Andrew interrupts me, my uncle is returned home, has something to communicate, and expects me now.

Starting point is 02:35:41 I go. In continuation, farewell thou precious resemblance, I must part with thee, from yesterday until the present hour thou hast been mine. Farewell, then, exquisite. shadow. Caroline, I left my letter unfinished yesterday, and hastened to the library. Come hither, child, my uncle said as I entered, and tell me if this be a likeness. He presented to me a small case, and I beheld the picture of Clement. I folded both hands over it on my bosom. I had not words to thank Mr. Valmont, but the tears that rolled upon my cheeks

Starting point is 02:36:14 were tears of gratitude. I ordered Clement, my uncle continued, to send me his portrait done by an eminent artist and his obedience has been as prompt as i could desire you may retire zibella and take the picture with you but you are to bring it back to the library to-morrow after my dinner hour only conceive caroline how i flew back to my apartment think how many fond avowals how many rapturous caresses i bestowed on the insensible image while i eat it lay before me and while i slept the little that i did sleep it rested on my pillow i have counted a stroke of five from the great clock now mr valmont dines and the picture is no longer mine i have placed it in its case ready for the hand of mr valmont i become dispirited farewell precious shadow Farewell also, Caroline, to you. Sibela Valmond. I have torn the seal away from this letter. I am breathless with the tidings.

Starting point is 02:37:14 Clement, my clement is to return. Oh, Caroline, Caroline, did you ever weep for joy? End of Section 9. Section 10 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the a public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org, recording by Availle in November 2016.

Starting point is 02:37:50 Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 1, Letter 10, from Carolyn Ashburn to Sibela Valmont. Certainly, a picture is at all times a very pretty toy, and I can readily imagine that the picture of an absent lover must be indeed a precious blessing. But you will forgive me, Sibela, if I honestly confess that I have a hundred times since the receipt of your letter wished Clement had not been so willing

Starting point is 02:38:25 or his artist not so ready. Oh, that Mr. Valmond had withheld the picture about one hour longer, then would the womanish curiosity of Carolyn Ashburn have been gratified. For, trust me, Sibela, Your surprise at finding your enigmatical hermit in the armoury could not exceed my disappointment at leaving him and you there without further explanation. I have imagined and imagined, returned to the subject, and quitted it again, more wearied than before.

Starting point is 02:39:00 And, though I did, after a time, discover that I never should, by the mere aid of suppositions, find of what materials your hermit is composed, yet I have persisted in comparing accidents and combining circumstances, perhaps totally remote from each other, with the vain hope of tracing him. Knowing how much your uncle worships mystery, I sometimes think it may be one of his stratagems,

Starting point is 02:39:29 sometimes that, pshaw, the folly of conjecture grows with me. Pardon me, Sibbe, you are above these things uniform in rectitude you steadily pursue the path before you nor mislead yourself to follow the swervings of others in compassion however to the longings of your friend hasten to communicate the remainder of this your adventure our poor Indian is dead she survived her reception at Barlow Hall only about ten days and during the visits I made her I never found her capable

Starting point is 02:40:08 of sustaining any conversation with me. From her, as she was longer resident in the family, I hoped and expected to have been informed by what means my father amassed his fortune, for the suspicions which I find generally attached to East Indian riches sit heavily on my mind. I do not love to encourage suspicion, for it is cowardly,

Starting point is 02:40:34 nor can I indeed fairly give my opinions the name of suspicions, for I am persuaded that in whatever clime or country it be found, the mind that grasps at such inordinate wealth must be vicious, and that there can be but little to choose among the degrees of vice wherewith it is obtained. Yet, being convinced as to that point, I still wish to know the employments of my father's life, for it is possible there may be some retribution to make to individuals. A voyage to India for such a purpose,

Starting point is 02:41:08 Sibela would be but as a pleasant summer days excursion. Your letter has been sent after me to Bath, for Barlow Hall no longer retains her circle of gay visitors. The Alson family have gone, I forget where, and taken the Winderhams with them, while we, together with Sir Thomas, Lady Barlow and Colonel Ritzin, arrived at Bath last week. The season is crowded, and my mother and a nabob, themselves fortunate in having been able to secure one large and commodious house for the reception of both families. This arrangement Lady Barlow and Mrs. Ashburn professed to find very pleasing. They declare a violent friendship for each other and use it as a cloak for the working of their secret

Starting point is 02:41:58 malignities. My mother is the object of Lady Barlow's envy, for the Nabob's fears have made him covetous. he hoards his diamonds in their cases, and Lady Barlow's glitter is out-glared by the happier, uncontrolled Mrs. Ashburn. On the other hand, Lady Barlow has youth and has beauty, and these attractions Mrs. Ashburn finds the luster of the diamond will not altogether outshine, though there are many among the venal crowd, who daily offer up at the shrine of wealth the incense due to merit, wit, and beauty. sir thomas i believe considers himself as bound to play both his own part and his nephews and to overwhelm us with the attention and kindnesses his ungracious arthur withheld did i not tell you or rather did i not intimate that before mr murdon made his appearance among us the baronet evidently bestowed him upon me but alas scarcely had he arrived when his uncle remembering the value of a certain old proverb left me to seek another lover and gave or would have given his all-priced nephew to my mother it was highly whimsical to see the baronet's labors to promote this end he dared not be quite certain that murdon although dependent on him would yield him an implicit obedience

Starting point is 02:43:30 and yet according to his understanding the scheme had so many and such important recommendations that they were not to be hastily rejected fearing to be out-talked if not convinced should he at once resort to his nephew's opinion the baronet would not venture to do so. But, secure in the presence of numbers, he grew bold that hint, and soon made his plan fully comprehended by every person present, and put his nephew's ingenuity to the trial to find methods how to express his disapprobation without being rude and offensive to the feelings of anyone.

Starting point is 02:44:11 I cannot say that Mrs. Ashburn appeared to think Sir Thomas very absurd in his designs. After playing his game of hint, till the party talked of separating, the baronet then acquired courage enough to make a direct attack on his nephew. The latter gave an explicit refusal to the proposal, and the former for some days lost his good humour and his patience. It was, I suppose, in consequence of dismarked displeasure from his uncle, that Murden thought of paying a visit to a friend at some distance from Balow Hall. at first sir thomas opposed it not but when murdon was actually on the point of going the nabob relaxed his solemn displeasure and earnestly requested arthur not to leave him

Starting point is 02:45:00 arthur in his turn became inflexible and would not be entreated he had written he said to his friend and go he must at length however he condescendingly offered to hasten to join us at bath and having this accommodating their difference, the Nabob and his nephew parted very good friends. The serious altercation on the subject of Mr. Murden's quitting our party took place in the breakfast parlour. Lady Mary Bowden invited me soon after to walk with her. Don't you think, said she, putting her arm through mine as soon as we had crossed the threshold of the whole door, that Merden is very obstinately bent on making this excursion? i think him determined answered i and perhaps very properly so thereby hangs a tale said lady mary i don't love tales lady mary she looked at me and smiled yet i believe you are willing to hear this she said and i am resolved to tell it you lady mary certainly did not lay that to my charge of which i was undeserving

Starting point is 02:46:17 for I quietly suffered her to proceed in her story. It was an accusation against Merton that his pretended visit of friendship to Mr. Villiers was in fact a visit of a different kind, to a female in Mr. Villiers' neighbourhood, of whom Lady Mary said Merton had not been the original seducer, that she had been lured from her friends by another person,

Starting point is 02:46:39 and that, having preferred the attractions of Mirden, she made a pretense of returning to her friends in order to be the more conveniently under his protection. Lady Mary added a number of little corroborating anecdotes, which gave the affair a striking appearance of matter of fact, and I was inclined to believe it, till I recollected how much my opinion had been misled by appearances in the affair of Peggy, of which I spoke to you in my last letter.

Starting point is 02:47:09 Warned by that example, I began to doubt the representations of her ladyship, and begged she would join me and have to beck she would join me in having better hopes of Mirden, and endeavouring to this countenance the unsupported assertions that were spread abroad concerning him. Lady Mary willingly promised, and I dare say as readily forgot it the very next instant. As I told you, Sibela, my suspicions of Peggy, I will now tell you her history at once, without going through the round of circumstances that brought me acquainted with it. In Merton's own words, you have learned that the pleasant farm was his house of coal in the shooting season. The farmer is an industrious and worthy man, and his daughter

Starting point is 02:47:53 Peggy is, or rather was, ear disappointment, fed upon her bloom, a very pretty girl. Joseph Merton's servant fell in love with Peggy and Peggy with Joseph. He was sober, he had some expectations from friends, and his master thought very well of him, and all this together induced the father of Peggy to consent. The marriage was settled as a certain thing, but a delay of time was agreed on, among all parties, and Joseph went to London with his master.

Starting point is 02:48:27 It so happened that at Christmas Joseph's father died, and, as he was a shopkeeper in a country town, Joseph might, if he choose, succeed him, and marry Peggy directly. He consulted Murden, who approved much of his designs, and likewise gave him 30 pounds to assist in forwarding them. Thus, rich in pocket and in expectation, ere the commenced shopkeeper,

Starting point is 02:48:53 Joseph went to stay a week at Peggy's farm to settle the time of marriage, etc., etc. Alas, the week began with much happiness and laid the foundation for much sorrow. Peggy became too indulgent to her lover, and in consequence her lover cruelly forgot to come back, as he had promised, at six weeks' end, and marry her. Peggy's father had a strong sense of honest pride. He disdained to solicit an ungenerous man.

Starting point is 02:49:25 On the contrary, he exhorted Peggy to forget him, be industrious and hereafter irreproachable. But while he was thus daily kind to Peggy, the poor old man, as he told Murden underneath my window, wept through sleepless nights for Peggy's naughtiness. Murden knew nothing of these transactions. He had not called at the farmhouse since he had arrived at Balow Hall when we met Peggy in the narrow lane. I can now well account for her blushes and his surprise. He, struck with her appearance and her manner,

Starting point is 02:50:00 left us to fish and went to inform himself at the farm why Peggy was still in that part of the world. The father was absent, but the mother told him the whole story, and he promised to do all that lay within his power to restore the peace of the family. It was Peggy's earnest longing to save herself from present pain at any future risk, and Murden thought it right to forward her wishes. He sent for Joseph, who was growing rich at five-and-twenty miles distance, but who, not having more vices than his neighbors,

Starting point is 02:50:35 was willing enough to be ruled by a greater man than himself, and accordingly became either really or seemingly very, very. penitent. The end of the whole is, that Peggy's present disgrace is solved by marriage. A foolish and impotent remedy, in my opinion, removing a partial evil, most probably to begin a lasting one. How I misjudged Murden in this affair. Others too may have misjudged him. I persuade myself they have. Men, my dear Sibela, have not that enthusiasm and vigor in their friendships that we possess. I never could get Merton to talk much of Clement Montgomery, though I urged him to do it repeatedly. As an incentive thereto, as well as to gratify my own feelings, I made you and your

Starting point is 02:51:27 manner as a perpetual theme of conversation when I held conversations with Merton. Perhaps my descriptions interested him, for he was never unwilling to listen to me, though he uniformly persisted in repressing my inquiries if they led to the same. subject of his friendship for Clement with an insuperable coldness. Too vain, possibly, to praise the perfections of another, yet too honest to deny their existence. Inconsistent being. Inconsistent in all things that I know of him, except in his conduct to his uncle. There he is firm, settled, and manly, respectful, but never fawning. He opposes Sir Thomas without petulance.

Starting point is 02:52:13 and obeys him without humiliation. Such conduct will ever secure its proper reward. The Nabob feels his superiority and still loves him. Sir Thomas Barlow rejoices, I am glad, while Mrs. Ashburn and Lady Barlow are neither pleased nor displeased that tomorrow is the day of Murden's arrival. The other ladies of his acquaintance here, to whom I have been introduced, are not so indifferent as the two

Starting point is 02:52:42 last mentioned to Merton's appearance. For I have already heard some praise him indiscriminately as Lady Laura Bowden would, and others comment upon his attractions and his vices with as little true feeling of either as Lady Mary did. I am glad he comes to Bath, for I shall now see him amidst the multitude. Where new faces, new forms will continually present themselves, where temptations will rushing crowds, and where the sober pace of reflection is outstripped by the flying speed of pleasure. If I do not now learn to appreciate his character, it will be owing rather to the idleness of my

Starting point is 02:53:23 discernment than its want of space enough to practice in. Do not imagine, dear Sibela, that because I have run through so many lines without a word of congratulation, I am insensible to the joy which swells in your bosom on the expected return of your lover. I do indeed congratulate you. Your uncle becomes reasonable. His mysteries and his contradictions vanish. Sibela expects her Clement, and the heavy gates of Valmont Castle will fly back, that peace and liberty may enter. Nevertheless, in the prosperity of your expectations, forget not the hermit in the armoury, and the longings of your Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 10

Starting point is 02:54:14 Section 11 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock This is a Librivox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Tavarish Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick

Starting point is 02:54:37 Volume 1, Letter 11 From Clement Montgomery to Arthur Murden Dear Arthur precisely such a command to return home so sudden and so unexpected as you received five months past from Sir Thomas Barlow, have I received from Mr. Valmont. But the speed of your obedience bore no proportion to mine for he that I have come with a rapidity which scarcely yielded to rest and refreshment. Here I am already arrived almost within sight of the castle's prison-like towers, and here have I yet. been traversing the paltry room of an inn for one hour and

Starting point is 02:55:20 three quarters. How much longer I shall stay here, I know not. But by heaven, were I to depart with a thorough goodwill, it would be to take the road back to the continent. Arthur, what a lesson it is that I have to

Starting point is 02:55:38 get by road. Fully assured, Clement, says Mr. Valmont in his letter, that you cannot have departed from the rule of conduct I desire you to pursue, I do not doubt, but that you will joyfully quit the haunts of treacherous, sordid men to enjoy with me the pleasant solitude of Valmond Castle, etc., etc. No one knows better than yourself, dear, how closely I have pursued Mr. Valmont's rule of conduct. And I think you can guess also how

Starting point is 02:56:13 greatly I shall now enjoy the pleasant solitude of Armand Castle. For a week, a month, perchance, the blooming Sibela will render the wilderness a world. Could I flatter myself, the Mast of Armand recalls me to give her to my arms, how I would bound over the distance which now separates us? No, Arthur, no such blessing awaits your luckless friend. I am to look on her as a sister, says Mr. Valmont. Good heaven! And he recalls me to stand perpetually on the brink of a precipice.

Starting point is 02:56:54 For how can I hear her, look on her, touch her, and be a brother? Nay, the very first moment of my entrance into that castle may undo me, for she will rush to my embrace, she will cover me with kisses, and his chilling eye will be on me. Had Mr. Vermont left me with the cottages my parents? I had never seen Sibela. Then I had dreamed through a stupid existence without knowing life and love. Had he kept me the recluse of his woods,

Starting point is 02:57:31 she had by this time infused her wild untamed spirit unto me and I should have torn her from him, imagining we could live on berries and drink water. No more of that, Arthur, no, no, I now see the full value of my obedience to Mr. Valmont's commands, for I would by heaven rather this moment endure the wreck than be blasted to a life of hateful indigence, abhorred poverty. I, aye, I must obey, must obey,

Starting point is 02:58:07 murder. Must, while my heart, my desires, my wishes are still the same, must cloak them to please Mr. Vamont's eye. To fit his fashion, I must be a brother, to my charming Sibela, must abjure a world I adore, rail at men, curse women. I invite you to the castle, Arthur, come and visit me in my disguise, come and by reminding me of times past, keep alive my hopes and expectations of times that may come. Here, while I stay in this inn, I prepare for the first essay of my practice in the cynical science. I have been recollecting as well as I could the scraps and remnants of Mr. Valmond's hrung of men and womankind, and I think I have made of my memory a sort of commonplace book of this delectable jargon from which I can pick and call for all Mr. Valmont's occasions.

Starting point is 02:59:11 Half an hour or so I stood before the looking last to find what face was fittest to carry to the castle. The glances I have of late been used to may do for the word when Mr. Valmont is out of sight, but they will not suit the library. They speak a promptitude for pleasure. I must hide them under my cloak and borrow something if I can of Mr. Walmont's sallow hues. Yet this prudent necessary considerations found not an entrance into my mind till I came within six miles of Vermont Castle. I was engrossed by a circumstance that hastened me to fly from the scene

Starting point is 02:59:52 where I had known so much of joy and pleasure. Abandoned, artful, cursed deceiver. I speak Arthur of Janetta, who has plundered, duped and jilted me. How well she feigned her passion! How artfully she drew me on continually to sacrifice to her avarice and vanity, till I was almost beggared! And with what management did she evade my first suspicions and elude my inquiries, till at length an accident gave me proof too strong to be doubted or evaded

Starting point is 03:00:30 that she was falser than falsehood, that she was at once mine and the mistress of her friend's husband. I would not trust myself to hear her plead in her defence. I would not stand the fascinations of her divine face, but having received Mr. Valmont's letter an hour before, I ordered my clothes to be packed up, and without taking leave of one single acquaintance I set off post for England. Ha! Was ever anything more unfortunate than this? Ross, Mr. Walmond Stewart and one of the grooms from the castle have come into this inn,

Starting point is 03:01:10 and no, I am here. The groom I could manage, but Ross is not to be tampered with, and as sure as I live here will inform Mr. Valmont of my passing half a day so near the castle. had I possessed an atom of common understanding I might have foreseen such an accident, and now, for want of this small share of foresight, I am panic-struck. Ross was going from, not to the castle, therefore I will take one quarter of an hour to chill my looks into brotherhood, and then brave the worst.

Starting point is 03:01:48 Clement Montgomery End of Section 11 Section 12 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock This is a Librivox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Sonia

Starting point is 03:02:12 Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock By Eliza Fenwick Volume 1, Letter 12 From Sibela Valmont to Caroline Ashburn Hail dearest Caroline Yes, peace and liberty with every blessing for which Sibela Pence will enter when the heavy gates of Valmont Castle fly back to receive her clement. I do not count the minutes, for that would be to make time more tedious, but I walk with a quicker step, with a firmer mean.

Starting point is 03:02:43 I am ever seeking change of place, and sleep and I are almost unacquainted. Yet other countenances were the uniformity they did before. No matter, but a short time, and when I went to compare my own transport, I can look on the eye or read the heart of Clement and find them more than equaled. My thoughts haste so pressingly to the future that it requires an effort stronger than you can conceive, you who expect no Clement, to turn them back to the detail you require. I cannot be minute as to a conversation in which the hermit, as you call him, was chief speaker, for some parts of it I have forgotten, and others I did not understand.

Starting point is 03:03:24 He spoke with a rapidity which made him almost unintelligible, and his pauses seemed rather the effect of sudden anxiety than of attention to my answers. He talked of escapes and accidents in a disjointed manner, so that from his broken sentences, one might have supposed he meant I had placed him in hazard, and that I had conducted him to the armory. That which I remember most clearly was, the earnestness with which he urged me to lay no future restrained on myself. He said his interruptions were now ended, but he added, and several times repeated, we should one day or other meet again. He then spoke something of dangers, but I know not whether they related to himself or me. He was very pale, wildness and apprehension were marked on his features. He wore his hermit's hat and cloak, but the former was quite misshapen,

Starting point is 03:04:17 and both disfigured by dust and cobwebs. Once in the vehemence of his speech he raised his arm, the folds of his cloak became loosened, and I saw a sword glitter beneath it. I left him in the armoury, nor have I entered it since. The wood is all my own again. No figure glides upon me but that my imagination loves to form. On the days succeeding that in which I found the hermit in the armoury, I saw Mrs. Valmont walking on the terrace.

Starting point is 03:04:44 I went to her and spoke of the circumstance. She appeared agitated by my words. She grasped my hand and said the finger of heaven was in it. and she talked further in a strange way of something that she called it and it she would not be me she said for worlds i do fear the disorder has affected her intellects but a little interval between me and perfect happiness i cannot write you know caroline i love you but now indeed i cannot write dearest caroline adieu sibella valmont End of Section 12. Section 13 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is the Librivox recording.

Starting point is 03:05:33 All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information on the volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org, recording by Tavarish. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick, Volume 1, Letter 13. From Clement Montgomery to Arthur Murden. It is all gone, Murdon. the pinnacle of my hopes and expectations is crumbled to the dust. Where shall I turn me, or what consolation shall I ask?

Starting point is 03:06:05 Arthur do not bestow on me that insolent pity which only augments misfortune. I'm not the same Clement Montgomery you formerly knew, brought up in the castle with homage and respect, afterward introduced into the circles of fashion, as Mr. Walmond's heir, and support it with an allowance equal to that expectation. No, I am only one to whom he gave an accidental kindness, on whom he bestowed temporary favours, and whom he now condemns to the abhorred life of care

Starting point is 03:06:39 and plodding with the lower orders of mankind. Cursed be the hour in which I entered that in from whence I wrote you my last letter. In that hour my misfortunes began. When I arrived at the castle Mr. Valmont was from home. Every creature rejoiced in my arrival. Even the insensible Mrs. Valmont lavished caresses on me and praise the improvements of my person. Ah, but how can I tell you of Sibel's joy? I know nothing that describes it so unrestrained, so exquisitely soft, and tender exquisitely delicate in all its effusions. She appeared to me quite a new creature. I could not but acknowledge to myself that her charms surpassed even the faithless Janetta's charms.

Starting point is 03:07:37 I loved her the first moment I beheld her better than I had ever loved her before, and I, in secret, cursed myself for having sacrificed my innocence, and cursed you also asked, who once said, Forget her in other arms. One hour I passed in heaven, and then Mr. Valmont returned home. Ross came with him. I saw them ride over the bridge,

Starting point is 03:08:05 and I trembled with apprehension. Mr. Valmont did not leave me long in doubt, for when I would have hastened to the library, I was stopped by his gentleman who denied me admittance. Three days Mr. Valmont preserved his inflexible resentment, and these three days were passed with Sibela. She knew not why her uncle was in anger with me, and she reviled him and cheered me with her smiles and sweet sounds of love that I might not droop at my reception. She bade me talk of the world. Alas, it was an alluring theme, and I talked with me.

Starting point is 03:08:48 more ardor than discretion of its abounding delights. I did not tell her, though, Arthur, of all the delights I had tasted there. On the fourth morning, a messenger came to summon me to the library. I turned pale. I loitered. Go! Fly, Clement, said Sybella. Cast away these apprehensions, recollect, my dear, dear Clement, that my uncle's favorite maxim is, that disappointment and should be always the forerunner of pleasure. Who knows, but Mr. Valmond at this moment waits to bestow happiness on us? I went. With very different forebodings from Sybella's, I entered Mr. Valmont's presence.

Starting point is 03:09:33 He received me like a stern, hoarded judge. I stood an abashed, fearful culprit. He bitterly invade against my want of duty in resting so long in that inn, so near his castle, After two years' absence, he demanded the reasons of my conduct, and I stammered an incoherence something about want of horses and having had letters to write. He saw I lied. He knew I lied.

Starting point is 03:10:03 Well, sir, said he after a pause, we will pass that by for the present. Now give me an account of your troubles and their effect upon your opinions. No matter what I said, Arthur, tis enough. to tell you of the manner. It seems I had not rancour enough for Mr. Valmont. I could not belie my feelings with sufficient warmth. I could not renounce enormities I had never known, in which have no existence but in his own inflated imagination. Sensible that the manner of my description and Mr. Valmont's expectations bore no sort of affinity, I became more and more confused, until one of those frowns and

Starting point is 03:10:46 gestures, which at nine years old made me tremble for my life, now imposed on me a sudden silence. My sentence remained unfinished, and Mr. Valmont, leaning upon the table, beat an angry tattoo with the fingers of his right hand. His eyes rolled from one object to another without resting upon anything. It might be a minute, or more, perhaps, in my estimation, it was an age that we remained thus. Suddenly, Sibela opened the door and ended up. a little way in a light and cheerful manner. But seeing the state we were in, she hesitated, turned and inquiring look upon me,

Starting point is 03:11:26 and then made a graceful bend to Mr. Valmont. "'How now, Sibela?' said he. "'Who bid you come hither?' "'I came, sir,' she replied in a sweet but irresolute accent, and then she again looked at me. "'I say, by what authority do you come since you have not mine?' While Mr. Valmont sternly asked that question, she kept her eyes fixed on my pale, perplexed countenance. "'Ah, sir,' said she anxiously, "'don't you laugh Clement now?'

Starting point is 03:11:59 Mr. Valmont made no reply for two or three seconds. I dared not look up to see whether he was more or less angry. "'Tell me, child,' said he presently to Sybella, "'what has that boy said to you, since he returned so affectionately, so dutifully, so speedily, to Varmont Castle? Sybella paused. Tell me no falsehoods, said he still more sternly. Falsehoods, she repeated in a forcible tone, the colour mounting higher in her cheeks.

Starting point is 03:12:33 Sir, I have nothing to do with falsehoods. I paused because I thought I could not readily collect the matter of our conversations into the compass of one answer. I might indeed have done it, for they have been. uniform. We have talked, sir, of our unchanging truth, of times past and times to come, of the world, of its pleasures, and its virtues, of—' Enough of it, cried Mr. Valmont, darting on me a glance of extreme wrath. You talked, you say, of times that are to come. Pray who endowed you with a gift of foretelling what times are to come? Sir, our endowments are perfectly natural. We do not presume to tell of the future, except as far as it is confined to the feelings of our own

Starting point is 03:13:22 hearts. We know, fully and entirely know, that our hearts must cease to throb with life when that love is extinguished, which has borne and nurtured to its growth under the encouragement of your approbation. Do not frown on me, sir, I—I—I, Mr. Varmont did not speak while Sibela made a faltering stop. She shortly went on again thus. I confess, sir, that I do fear you. Habit is prevalent with me, and I still tremble at your frowns. I would not offend you, but I must expostulate.

Starting point is 03:13:59 Oh, be not, I entreat you, be not angry with Clement for loving me. He must love me. Our love is the very soul of our being. Give us then, sir, new life, an alloyed felicity. Say, she seized my hand and leading me close up to Mr. Valmont, added with rapid vehemence. Say now, that he is mine and I am his forever. Her emphasis made me tremble.

Starting point is 03:14:25 I had neither power to brave him and speak with her, nor attempt conciliating him by withdrawing my hand from hers. In a much less angry tone, although she had been so much more bold than he had used to me, Mr. Valmont said, You are strangely presumptuous, child. Have I not told you, I have not told you, I have other designs. Have I not a right over you? No. You have none, replied Sibela abruptly.

Starting point is 03:14:54 No right to the exercise of an unjust power over me. Why dream of impossibilities and talk of other designs? I tell you, sir, I have looked on every side and I find it is your caprice, and no principle of reason in you that forbids our union. Had you seen him, Arthur, you could. You could. You. You could. You, could alone judge of the rage into which this daring speech threw Mr. Vamont. He sprang up, "'My caprice!' he vociferated, and after bestowing on Sibela an execration, he rushed past us out of the library. Sibela, neither abashed nor terrified, would have me go with her into the park,

Starting point is 03:15:39 but I dared not, fearing that Mr. Varmont might think I joined in braving him, if he saw us together. I endeavored to persuade her. It was necessary I should remain in the library, and proper that she should leave me. The lovely romantic girl called me weakly, timid, and left me somewhat displeased. I set out the time of Mr. Holman's absence from the library full two hours, Arthur.

Starting point is 03:16:10 When he came in, he said, Go, sir. I shall have occasion for you, buy a little. by. So much prudence had I that I did not go near Sibela, but shut myself for the rest of the day in my chamber, and sent her word it was by Mr. Valmont's order. My servant found her weeping, with her little favourite fawn in her arms. At six o'clock in the evening I was again commanded to appear before Mr. Valmont, which I did with the most humble and submissive deportment I could possibly assume. Before he spoke to me, he ordered Andrew to stand without the door to oppose

Starting point is 03:16:50 Cibela if she attempted to enter the library. Thus he began, little did I expect, Clement, when I sent you from Valmont Castle, guarded by the lessons of my wisdom and experience, that you would return with inclinations so different to those I would have had you possess. your folly is excessive and it will work its own punishment and on this theme he labored most abundantly it would weary you were i to repeat it all the second part of his subject commenced thus you know young man i am young man now arthur that i have been a friend to you a more than common friend such a one as you will not readily find among those people you admire with equal mischief to yourself and ingratitude to me. You, pshaw, I have not patience to recount the dull monotony of his charges. Let me at once proceed to the distracting summing up of the whole. He told me, Arthur, that he was about to send me again from Malmont Castle.

Starting point is 03:18:01 I, but how? Not with affluence at my command and owners in my possession, no, like a poor discarded wretch condemned to disgrace and slavery. Yes, by heaven, Mr. Varmont, with a brow and heart of marble, told me he had determined, as the best means of promoting my happiness, that I should go to London, and there choose for myself a profession, hereafter, to live by it, and that his friendship and assistance would always be mine, according to the decency and propriety of my deportment. I thought I should have sunk upon the floor, Arthur. The barbarian went on to torture me.

Starting point is 03:18:47 In my castle you remain but one month from this day, and then I shall give you fifty pounds, which will be sufficient for you while you prepare your plans, and what future services you require must be regulated by your desserts, young man. I think, continued Mr. Vermont, it is my lot to receive nothing but disableness, and ingratitude from those to whom I have shown most kindness.

Starting point is 03:19:14 You heard the insolence with which Sibela today dared to arraign my conduct. Tell her from me, Clement, that she almost urged me to counteract the great good I intend her. But I will not be rash. Tell her that implicit obedience and humble submission may expiate her offense. I declare solemnly that if she dares enter into my presence to plead for you while you stay in the castle, she shall that instant be confined close prisoner in her chamber and shall see you no more. If she becomes modest, temperate and submissive, and things turn out as I expect, she will live yet to be very happy with the husband I intend her. Much longer did he enlarge upon Sibela's offense, his anger, her expected penitence, and his future

Starting point is 03:20:11 designs for her. I heard him but imperfectly. The other part of his harangue had conjured up a horrible fiend, dead-eyed poverty glared before me. At length he stumbled on a supposition that Sibela would attempt to leave the castle with me, and I readily promised, as he did desired that I would neither make nor assist in their attempt, but would inform him if she resolved on so dangerous and mad an enterprise. Not one consolating hint did my ready obedience purchase. He said indeed that a propriety of my present deportment merited commendation, and he dismissed me. After four hours of this cruel interview's duration, he permitted me to stagger, sick, oppressed, drooping, dying, to my chamber and sea crest if I could find it.

Starting point is 03:21:09 I number the moments with more exactness than the sense of an hourglass. One month is wasted now to one fortnight, and the end of that fortnight is wretchedness, certain and endless. I have not told Sibela, yet she sees misery in my looks. She hears it in my size, and the contagion has reached her. We meet but seldom. Complaint and remonstrance have usurped the place of transport and endearment. To her I attribute my sorrows to my jealousy of this rival to whom Mr. Valmont dooms her.

Starting point is 03:21:51 Alas, my jealousy has but a small share in them. Two years back, but to have dreamed another had gained possession of her, charms would have driven me mad. Now I know it an inevitable certainty, and my feeble jealousy has none of the fierce characteristics of that raging passion. No, it is just fitting the groveling lover who is condemned to earn his abject livelihood. She has seen him too. Mr. Valmont, in his own inexplicable way, has contrived two whimsical meetings for them. She does not conjecture this. Having related the circumstance, it is removed from her thoughts,

Starting point is 03:22:37 and she mourns my supposed jealousy as a cruel misfortune. My impeding fate she must know sooner or later, and this very morning when she quits her apartments to go to the wood, I am resolved to follow and tell her my despair. Perhaps she will join in seeming to renounce me, and thus, so far, conceiving, Mr. Valmont, that some pity may arise for me in his obdurate breast. You, Arthur, may perhaps be as insensible to the calamities of your friend

Starting point is 03:23:11 as you have hitherto appeared to his pleasures. I have seen some letters that speak of you, and by them I learn you are not less inexplicable to others than to me. Who is this Miss Ashburn that Sibelier rapturously speaks of? I think I should not like her. She appears to have far-fetched ideas. I wonder Mr. Varmont should have suffered her in Sibela's intercourse. Are you murder in love with this lady?

Starting point is 03:23:39 Answer me these questions, and above all, assure me that you will not breathe a whisper of this change in my affairs to any living creature. Sibela this instant crosses the lawn, I depart on my desperate errand. I have performed my task and gained nothing by it. No, nothing. She will not, cruel as she is, she will not soothe Mr. Vamon by pretending to renounce me.

Starting point is 03:24:10 By heaven, I do not believe she loves me. Scarcely did she betray a particle of surprise, not one of grief. When I declared myself disinherited, I expected to have seen her frantic. Well, then, it is all at an end. Aye, aye, she is wise. She talks of love to amuse me, and already prepares to yield herself to the wealthy lover Mr. Valmont provides. Oh, distraction! They will live in splendour and happiness, while I, an outcast, the contend, unpeated, and forgotten. Farewell. Would I could say forever?

Starting point is 03:24:56 Clement Montgomery. End of Section 13. section fourteen of secrecy or the ruin on the rock this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit librivox dot org recording by sonya secrecy or the ruin on the rock by eliza fenwick volume one letter fourteen from sybella valmont to caroline ashburn why in that moment should i turn coward and rush from my purposes why did imagination cast an unusual gloom around me why did i sigh and tremble such alone ought to be the emotions of a guilty mind and surely i am blameless i am about to do nothing rash i obey no impulse of passion i have not separated duty and pleasure i have examined the value of the object i would obtain with calmness and whatever view i take of the means still duty points to the part i have chosen o caroline could i once have imagined that i should require hours to deliberate whether i ought to become the bride of clement no longer the animated noble clement whose love the very essence of his existence sought beyond murmurs jealousies and fears whose eye ever spoke the fulness of content he is now won desponding as ardent yet less chaste

Starting point is 03:26:31 misled by the wild creations of his distempered fancy ashamed of poverty brooding over imaginary evils over doubts fears jealousies while the dark and fatal cloud must have overspread the mind of clement ere he could fear for her love is not a mutable passion it is incorporate with her nature my love and reason have become one my fancy only subservient to its predominant command clement still loves and i know he would view the fairest beauty the brightest grace with an unmoved look with an unpalpitating heart for who that loved could be faithless but this this cold this cruel uncle has done it all he heaps secret on secret uncertainty on uncertainty till the poor youth bewildered surrounded overwhelmed sinks the victim of conjecture he is no longer mr valmont's air and he shudders at the prospect of earning his future subsistence mr valmont tells him we shall not be united and forgetting that we are not the puppets of his power even this useless threat clement loads with terror another separation too is about to take place and he has not once looked forward to the hour when we shall wash away the remembrance in tears of joy at our reunion and shall i be content merely to deplore my former clement giving nothing to restore him oh no i had written to him i had even ascended the stairs to his apartment when a sudden terror ceased upon me i hastily hid the billet from my view and with the restlessness of an anxious mind first sought the wood and then my chamber the billet lies before me i have examined its purport it calls on clement to become my my husband for ought i to withhold myself from giving him the fullest proof of my affection from renovating him by this proof because mr valmont cruelly commands it surely i ought not

Starting point is 03:28:30 mr valmont's presence and benediction might adorn with one more smile the nuptial hour but this our hearts alone that can bind the vow if clements is not in unison with mine if he feels the necessity of other ties he will refuse the offer and point out to me that i have air My courage rises, the paleness of fear on my cheek gives way to the glow of hope. I shall forget that absence, misfortune and pain have intervened, and live over again those hours of joy and peace, when our bosoms heaved no sigh, save the rich sigh of transport and confidence. I go, and to-morrow will I, though now forbidden his presence, go to my uncle, and conjure him to convince himself that power and command are useless, when reason and conviction oppose them.

Starting point is 03:29:21 Adieu, Sibela Valmont. End of Section 14. Section 15 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tavarish.

Starting point is 03:29:46 Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 1, Letter 15. from Clement Pongomery to Arthur Morden. Read the enclosed, dear Arthur, and imagine my sudden transition from despair to rapture. I was sitting, mute and anguish, when the divine form of my Sibela appeared at my chamber door. She held to me a paper,

Starting point is 03:30:12 and as I took it she turned away, sighing deeply. Read, read, I say, and partake, if you can, my feelings. But though I tell you I have just arisen from her arms, With your cold killing indifference it is impossible you can form the shadow of a resemblance to those transports which wrap my senses in delirium. Did you think I had not dared to follow? Oh, yes. It was not to face the stern Mr. Valmont. No, it was in secret to receive Cibela to my arms whom I love more than life.

Starting point is 03:30:50 I was to out-plot Mr. Valmont, to enjoy a little bit of my armand, to enjoy a secret to receive a bit of my arms, and to receive a glorious, though secret triumph over this rival, this chosen, this elected of Mr. Vamon's favour, how could I, with youth glowing in my veins, love throbbing in my heart, reject the tempting offer, though

Starting point is 03:31:08 multitudes of dangers threatened at a distance? Avant, ye dark forebodings, ye gloomy horrors, assailed not now the enraptured clement, the hours cannot move backwards, the deed cannot be undone.

Starting point is 03:31:24 the moon and stars shone sole witness of our contract but read murdon write to me instantly and say you have for once warmed yourself into delight to find something like the state of clement montgomery And be exquisite but misjudging charmer. She would have told Mr. Valmond that she had given herself to me. My arms, my prayers could hardly restrain her from her wild purpose. End of Section 15. Section 16 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording, or Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org.

Starting point is 03:32:20 by Sonia. Secrecy, or the ruin on the rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 1, Billet, from Sybella to Clement, enclosed in the preceding letter. When I would speak, I weep, new feelings, new ideas agitate my mind. A tremor that I cannot banish gives confusion to my thoughts, and all I now wish to express should be regular, forcible. Once had my heart conceived the design with which it now vibrates under a weight of apprehensions, it had been uttered without preparation, but you are not the same. Mr. Valmont's mysteries have acted on you in their full effect. You teach your brow caution, you learn concealments, you fear rivals. Rivals in Zipella's love! Oh, no, no, no, but force, you say, Mr. Valmont's power.

Starting point is 03:33:13 Ah, Clement, Clement! Turn your thoughts back, and find it's important. but you cannot dread has ceased upon you and mr valmont heightens the threatened evil till it appears already arrived it overwhelms you with its terrors and there is not left to sibela but remembrance to paint her clement let mr valmont dismiss you that bears not the semblance of misfortune but you shall not go to have your efforts chained down by despair your vigour shall not be impaired by corroding doubts when you seek delight You shall remember your love, and the present short absence shall be the only paying her idea can inflict. Come to my apartments. With pure hearts and hands, we will plight our fervent, unspotted faith. Say I am yours, and you are mine, and sorrow and jealousy will vanish as a mist. You shall go the transported, confiding husband.

Starting point is 03:34:13 End of Section 16. Section 17 of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is the Laborvox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Labourvox.org. Recording by Thomas Peter. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 1, Letter 16. From Arthur Murdon to Clement Montgomery. Sir, your letters, one and all, I suppose, have come in safety to my hands. In your last you are urgent for my answer. It is this.

Starting point is 03:34:57 Although you, Mr. Montgomery, amuse your spleen or your fancy By talking of my cold, killing indifference, I have such feelings as tell me your conduct is neither that of a lover nor a man. Farewell, sir. I renounce your friendship. I desire only to remain a stranger to your name and remembrance. Arthur Murden End of Section 17 Section 18 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock

Starting point is 03:35:30 This is a Libravox recording All Libravox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Libravox.org Recording by Thomas Peter Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock By Eliza Fenwick Volume 1, Letter 17

Starting point is 03:35:48 From Arthur Murden to Clement Montgomery Montgomery Call me mad, possessed "'Cursed me, reproach me, do anything, "'only that when you have had your revenge, "'forget such a letter as I wrote who last ever had existence. "'Say it was strange, I say so too. "'Call it insolent, I will confess it.

Starting point is 03:36:08 "'Unaccountable, I still join with you. "'It was one of the sudden worlds of this vertical brain of mine, "'a moose as incomprehensible to myself as to you. "'I have no excuses to offer, "'for the fit may come again upon me. "'Promise has no power with me. "'I am the creature of impulse. "'Alas, alas! Alas!

Starting point is 03:36:25 that reason and consistency should thus become the shuttle-cocks of fancy now taking it for granted that i gain your pardon next have i a long account to settle with myself i would not partake of happiness of a common mould laid before me and i disdained the petty prize stalked proudly over it and stocked on prying and watching to seize hold on some hidden blessing that reserved itself to be the reward of a deserving venturous hero like myself oh i have embraced a cloud and the tormenting wheel rolls around with a rapid motion. I know I am talking out of it to you, and if you take me for a companion, you must even be content to travel on in the dark. It is so, but why it is, I think your best discernment will not aid you to discover.

Starting point is 03:37:12 Inquiry is useless, expostulation, a farce. Be patient, and forgive me this, and other transgressioners, for I tell you, Montgomery, you have a potent revenge. There is little probability that you and I should, should meet each other, as London will be the scene of your action, where I condemn myself to want to north and south, in search of a few grains of that content I so wantonly gave the winds to scatter. I must have room to vent my suffocating thoughts. I cannot be pinioned in the crowd, and I would rather seek converse with myself in a charnel-house, than enter the brightest circles

Starting point is 03:37:46 of fashion. I hate to be the wonder of fools. Already is my reputation raised, and I have now just sense enough in madness to play my antics alone. Driven by winds and storms, I may seek an occasional shelter at Barlow Hall, whither, if you are so disposed, you may direct to Arthur Murden. I believe Montgomery, it is necessary that I say something more to you. The above conclusion is abrupt and harsh, that I feel inclined to treat you thus as a consequence of my own folly, rather than your deserving of me. Let it pass, then. I wish you now ill, but as I told you before,

Starting point is 03:38:22 I am become the tool of every changing impulse. I sympathize in your change of fortune, or rather I feel a concern that you should colour with such darkened hues, so unimportant as circumstance. I do have counted upon airship, but let my uncle the neighbour put £500 in my pocket, and set me down in London, Petersburg, or Peking, and if I did not walk my own pace through the world, let me die like a dog and have no better burial. Five hundred pound, tis a mine. Ah, sigh not to be foremost of the throng. Independence, peace, and self-approving reflection may be, if you will, the companions of your new destiny. Certainly, Mr. Valmont managed this plan of making you a hermit with wonderful ingenuity,

Starting point is 03:39:06 to send you forth from your cave at that very age when the fancy runs gadding after novelty, and shadow passes for substance. He decked you, too, with the trappings of wealth, and expected every man to appear before you with a label written on his forehead of his soul's most secret vise. He had better have driven you out to beg with an empty wallet, and then perhaps when one had said, Go work, another had hinted, go steal, and a third had passed you and said nothing. You might possibly have returned to a leopard's skin, and a hutter branches, the man after Mr. Valmon's own heart. Be wiser and happier Montgomery than this man has been.

Starting point is 03:39:42 Shun his weaknesses and your own. You also have your portion of weaknesses, follies, vices. Yes, Montgomery, the latter word is not too harsh, or, or, you know. I should not have had now to pity you for being duped by the contemptible janet Elle. Other instances these are for me to cite, they press upon my feelings. They wound. They torture me. Judge for yourself, Montgomery, upon the right and wrong of your conduct and intentions. I'm ill-fitted to become your advisor.

Starting point is 03:40:12 How could you so far mistake my character as to suppose I was the seduce of Seymour's mistress? I think one of your letters asserted so much. If to persuade a deceived a deceived girl To quit her profligate companion I will not say lover I should disgrace the name And return to console the latter days Of an aged grandmother be seduction I am guilty

Starting point is 03:40:31 This I did to Seymour And his invectives or the rumours He may spread are as unimportant And as little troublesome to my repose As the insects that are buzzing around me Montgomery, no more of your phrases Nor his accusations Be assured I am neither your soulless marble

Starting point is 03:40:47 Nor of Seymour's libertine At a boyish age from boyish vanity I aimed to be called a man of pleasure. It was easy to imitate the air and manners of such a man, and not less by such imitation alone, to arrive at the contemptible fame among persons equally ready to encourage the practice and accuse the practitioner. I renounced the loathsome labours of the flatterers, the despicable renown of the libertine.

Starting point is 03:41:11 Miss Ashburn is my monotress. She began her lessons at Barlow Howell, and now continues the instruction at Bath. Do not imagine it was done. and devout lectures or pious declamations. No, it was the steadfast modesty of her eye, her intelligent, condemning mean, which said, here shall thy proud boast be stayed. She was the finest woman of our party, and all the rest prepared to meet me with the glance of approbations and the smile of encouragement. Yet she, having been forewarned of my renown, preferred

Starting point is 03:41:42 the hand or arm or speech of a silly old colonel of sixty. Now she knows me better. No, and she is not. I have aid. I fly her penetration. Montgomery, the worthiest feeling I know of you is that you will amend your having made your truth and innocence a sacrifice. I am not in love with Miss Ashburn. I would give an ear, an eye, anything I have on earth except the full confidence of my heart, to call her my sister, my friend. I admire, seek, venerate her, but Montgomery, I am not in love with Miss Ashburn. volume. End of Section 18. Section 19 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer,

Starting point is 03:42:41 please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Avai in March 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza. Fenwick. Volume 2, Letter 1. From Carolyn Ashburn to Sybella Valmont. I have not answered your letter, my dear Sybella, as soon as you perhaps may have expected, because I was willing to dwell on the circumstances it contained, till the minutest shade was present with me, and till I discovered exactly wherein to praise, or wherein to blame. The time I have taken to deliberate has not been thrown away, for it has excited ideas in my mind that may prove of infinite service to us both,

Starting point is 03:43:30 and should I in future find ought to add or diminish from my sentiments, I shall offer it as frankly as I now do my present decision. Sibella, well might you, even at the door of Clement's apartment, retreat from your enterprise, for then at that moment you wondered the first step from your rectitude. And had you, instead of sitting down to detail your reasons to me, inquired narrowly into the cause of your sensations, you must have discovered that error was creeping in upon you, and that your native frankness and steadfast sincerity were making a vigorous effort to repel

Starting point is 03:44:11 secrecy, that cankerwarm of virtue. Have you forgotten, my Sibela, when you said, I am not weak enough to disqualse, send to Artifice. Did I believe it right to go, I should go openly? Then might he try his opposing strength, but he would find that I could leap, swim, or dive, and that walls or moats are feeble barriers to a determined will. This was noble, and I promised myself that, in you, I should find the one rare instance wherein no temptation could incline, or terror a fright, into any species of concealment. I ground nothing could bring the temptation more strongly forward than the state into which

Starting point is 03:44:57 Clement and you were forced. But still you should have resisted. Your every thought should still have flown to your lips. Your every intention should have been as public to those by whom you were surrounded as to yourself. No matter though it should dash aside a present project, be openly firm in the resolution to do right, and, my life for it, the opposition of mistake and prejudice will bear no proportion in strength to your perseverance.

Starting point is 03:45:29 It is evident that this plain and necessary truth mixed itself with your ideas, although the tumults of hope and fear and the crowd of images that were then rushing on your mind dazzled your perception, for you saw it in part when you resolved to declare to Mr. Valmont in the morning all that you had done, Would you had previously declared it? I know how useless it is to wish over the past, yet I must say again, would you had previously declared it? You pause, Sibela, you are convinced, but you instantaneously quit the regret of that error for self-congratulation. I can enter into all your feelings, and I find you now dwelling with pleasure on the supposition that I condemn only the concealment. that I look on the contract itself as an act of justice,

Starting point is 03:46:24 and that I am about to applaud you for the fulfillment of a duty. And herein it is that I have doubted. To this one point I have called every present and remote circumstance, and it is from the combination of circumstances alone that I have been able to decide. The distinction becomes nice between praise and blame, for I have both to offer. yet, if I judge you right, some praise belongs to you. To the blame, Mr. Valmont has an incontestable title. With such an education as he has given you,

Starting point is 03:47:01 unless you had been a mere block without ideas, it was impossible you should not become a romantic enthusiast in whatever species of passion first engaged your feelings, and Mr. Valmont took care to make that first passion love. Whatever cause can have led him to his present inconsistency, it is as evident to me as light and sensation that it was his settled plan to render love for each other the ruling feature of yours and Clement's character.

Starting point is 03:47:32 The contrivance was worthless, but the performance was admirable. Thus you and Clement loved from habit. Youth is always ardent and lively. It inclines to fondness, and you had none of the constraints which society lays on the first expansions of tenderness. You had no claimants, from kindred or family, on your affections, for the forbidding Mr. Valmont excited only fear,

Starting point is 03:48:00 and you sought shelter in each other's arms from the terrors of his frown. It was not more natural to breathe than to love. It was not more natural to love than to obey its dictates. Thus you and Clement, secluded from the world with your every pleasure arising only from mutual efforts to please, could not fail to love from habit. Had Clement and you been educated in the world, Clement would still have loved from habit, because I suspect he possesses more of softness than of strength. He would have loved often, and it would have been a trivial love, neither arising to any

Starting point is 03:48:41 height nor directed by any excellence. You, see you, Sibela would have laughed from reflection, from a more intimate knowledge of increasing virtues, from the intercourse of mind, then call it friendship, or call it love, it would indeed possess those predominant and absorbing qualities you describe and which you now feel. But Sibela depend on it, Clement had never been the object. Pardon me, I do not mean to wound you. I know you will not shrink from truth, and I must there. therefore tell you that the alteration in Clement which you ascribe wholly to Mr. Valmont's mysteries, I ascribe to feebleness of character. Wherever yours rises to superiority, his sinks.

Starting point is 03:49:31 Had he been equal, and had there been no secrecy in the case, I would have hailed your marriage. I well know, my friend, that you did not mean to separate duty and pleasure. Motives the most chaste and wholly guided you. No forms or ceremonies could add an atom to your purity or make yours in the sight of heaven more a marriage. Yet do I wish, with all the fervency of my soul, this marriage had been deferred,

Starting point is 03:49:59 that you had previously informed Mr. Valmont. Tis past, and repentance is only of value as it guides us in our future actions. We must endeavour to rouse Clement from his inactivity. I do believe he is not very, vicious, though your uncle's conduct respecting him has the worst of tendencies. My Cibela's excellence must have placed a talisman around him from which vice retires hopeless of influence. This is one great step, and, as I understand from Mr. Merton, he is to be in London.

Starting point is 03:50:34 I will seek his friendship, give a spur to every lurking talent, endeavor to preserve him free from taint, and if I had judged too hastily, if he is beyond what, what I expect, with what delight shall I contemplate the merits of him whose fate you have interwoven with your own. Ah, how close is the texture, with what firmness can you think, to what excess can you love? The dark season of the year is arrived. The fashionable world haste to the capital. We are never hindmost of the throng, yet this once have a urged forward our removal to London with all my influence, for I apprehend the succession of its gay diversions, and the multiplicity of varied engagements which must then occupy my mother, will remove from her mind any inclination

Starting point is 03:51:26 towards a second marriage. Here, opportunity is always at hand for that despicable race of young men, who are ever on the watch to sell their persons and liberty to the highest bidder. And, as Mrs. Ashburn's immensity of wealth is the general topic, her splendour, the general gaze, and her vanity not a whit more concealed from observation, the fortune-hunters crowd around her. At first the love of flattery appeared Holly to engage her, and each was acceptable in his turn, till, at length, the elegant person of one youth became distinguished in a manner that alarmed me. Not but I should rejoice to see my mother yield herself to the guardianship of some good man who had sense enough to advise and resolution to restrain her lavish follies.

Starting point is 03:52:16 Of such an union I have not any hope, and I must, if possible, prevent her being the dupe and victim of a misguided choice. This young man possessed in a very eminent degree the advantages of person, air, and a dress. Yet when he directed his attentions wholly towards Mrs. Ashburn, there was such evident constraint in his manner, and his professions were so labored that almost any other woman would have condemned him. Mrs. Ashburn did not. She received, she encouraged him, she led him to every circle in open triumph as her devoted lover, while his forced levity at one time and at another, his pale cheek, absence of mind and half-uttered sighs, told to every observer that he was a

Starting point is 03:53:06 sacrifice, but not a lover. I could not believe that the affair would ever be brought to so absurd a conclusion till I found that the day of marriage was actually fixed on. I ought to have interfered before, former interference has now saved them from the commission of such a folly. I must, Siebella, reserved a history of this young man till another letter. I am called from the pleasing occupation of writing to you by an engagement with a being more variable, more inexplicable than any being within my knowledge, yet to me no less

Starting point is 03:53:41 interesting than any. I mean Mr. Mirden. Never need I be wearied with the sameness of my thoughts while I reside under one roof with Mirden, for let me turn them on the caprices of his conduct, and I shall find puzzling varieties without end. Ever yours, Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 19. Section 20 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Liprivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Liprivox.org.

Starting point is 03:54:28 Recording by Abay in March 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 2. Letter 2. From Carolyn Ashburn to Siebella Valmont. Henry Davenport is the young man of whom I am to speak. It was publicly mentioned here that he was related to several noble families, and at the same time was always hinted that he possessed no fortune. This I was ready to believe from his addressing my mother. Constantly surrounded with parties and studios to avoid me, it was used to to attempt reasoning with my mother. I therefore wrote a card to Mr. Davenport, requesting an hour's conversation with him the succeeding morning. He came. He was light and gay in his habit and address. His voice possessed an unusual softness, and his cheek was flushed with an hectic color, equally proceeding, I thought, from want of rest and intemperance. Mr. Davenport, said I, interrupting his compliments,

Starting point is 03:55:42 you will convince me most that you are pleased with this interview by answering the questions I shall propose with seriousness and sincerity. He folded his hands and ludicrously lengthened his visage, but of this I took no notice. Tell me, continued I, frankly and truly, what is your opinion of my mother?

Starting point is 03:56:05 His levity instantly disappeared, and he replied in a hurrying manner, I think Mrs. Ashburn a very charming, a very fine woman indeed. What are your motives, sir, for marrying her? Miss Ashburn, said he, with great quickness and removing from the opposite side of the room to a chair next to me, I do respect and admire you as much, or perhaps more than any woman on the face of the earth. I would eat my flesh rather than injure you, and if Mrs. Ashburn gave me her, hand, I swear your interest in her fortune shall not be affected. I do not wish to be master of the

Starting point is 03:56:46 principal. I only want to share some of that income which is lavished on superfluities. Oh God. Oh, God, how happy with the uncontrolled, independent, present possession of some of those hundreds make me. You cannot conceive the force with which he uttered this, and it seemed to recall a world of pressing ideas to his mind, for I found it necessary to wait till his attention returned of itself. And the enjoyment of this income in marriage will make you happy, year after year, all you are life, Mr. Davenport? Surely, Miss Ashburn, and he looked at me steadfastly. You cannot think I would ever use your mother ill. Do you love her, sir? I have told you, Miss Ashburn, I admire her.

Starting point is 03:57:37 I think her a fine-spirited woman. Do you love her, sir? Rejoined I with more emphasis. Love? Why, yes. No, I have a great friendship for her, madam. But as to love, tis out of fashion. It is exploded. He rose and walked towards the window.

Starting point is 03:58:02 Love is a romance, a cant, a wine, a wine, a delirium, a poison, a rankling wound that festers here, here, he laid his hand on his heart and leaned against the wainscote. I sighed too, for the undertone of voice in which he pronounced the last few words was inscribably affecting. He quickly started from his posture and threw himself on his knees before me. I confess it all, said he, I am not more wretched than desperate. This marriage is my rescue from worse evils. Oh, Miss Ashburn, by that bignity with irradiates your every action, I conjure you suffer it to proceed. I will be grateful. I will honour and revere your mother. More I cannot promise. I cannot. Allow me to depart, madam. I cannot endure to be questioned.

Starting point is 03:58:58 And thus saying he would have quitted the room had I not held him by the arm, and with difficulty prevailed on him again to take his seat and to listen to me patiently, while I portrayed the evils of such a marriage, and the cruel injustice he was guilty of towards a woman so chosen. I know all that, replied Davenport, I have foreseen it a thousand and a thousand times. I know I am a villain, but Mrs. Ashburn shall never suspect me. I will be the obedient slave of her will. She shall mould me to whatever shape her pleasure inclined. I will be more docile than infancy.

Starting point is 03:59:38 I will forego my very nature at her command. But you have not foreseen, Mr. Davenport, that a time must arrive when her volatility and incessant eagerness after pleasure will cease to relieve you. It is in the hours of age and infirmity that she will call on you for aid, will seek in your soothing voice,

Starting point is 04:00:00 in your cheering smile, a relief from pain, and how will you perform your task in those multiplied moments? My mother does not want discernment, and what will be your torture to see her dying, perhaps under the agonizing reflection, that the man on whose honor she relied, on whose faith and sincerity her hopes has towered to felicity, that her husband had deceived her, perhaps had loved another.

Starting point is 04:00:28 He became pale as death. I continued, But you shall not hasten to this destruction. I will prevent this marriage. Miss Ashburn, for heaven's sake, cried he, I have no other means. I must marry. I took hold of his hand, for he trembled. I wish to be your friend, Mr. Davenport.

Starting point is 04:00:53 Indeed, I am your friend at this moment. It is far from my intention to tear from you this fallacious hope, without placing some certain and honorable advantage in its stead. Let me know your history. Neither conceal from me your wants nor your feelings, nor the situations they have thrown you into, and I will undertake to do you every service that reason and humanity suggest. He attempted in vain to answer. Throwing himself back in the chair, he covered his face with an handkerchief and shed tears. I believe it was near a quarter of an hour ere he recovered from his agitation, and was able to speak as follows.

Starting point is 04:01:36 My father was himself so enamored of pomp that, although he allowed me, an only son, to share the magnificence of his town residence, yet he confined my sisters with their governess and two servants to a small house he possessed in a cheap country. I saw them only once a year, and the solitude of their abode was so irksome to me that I was always eager to quit and unwilling to return at the usual period. However, about the time I was to set out on my travels, it was judged decent and necessary that I should pay them a visit of unusual length, as they were now almost women,

Starting point is 04:02:15 and to my great surprise I found their old governess removed, and a young person with them as companion, whom, alas, I did love to distraction. Weeks only were allotted to my stay, but I stayed months. My father's mandates for my return were no sooner read than forgotten. All was enchantment and happiness. My sisters loved Arabella affectionately,

Starting point is 04:02:40 and I had so little knowledge of the world as to imagine our union altogether proper and probable. At length, either surprised or alarmed at my continuance in the country, or having certain intelligence of my engagements, my father arrived one evening secretly and altogether unexpectedly and while we imagined our joys secure from interruption he listened behind the little summer-house in which arabella and i were interchanging wows of internal constancy till rage would not permit him to hear us longer then he burst upon us and as I defended

Starting point is 04:03:18 my love with vehemence he deprived me of present sensation by a blow when I recovered I was confined to one room and could obtain no tidings of Arabella, no intercourse with my sisters, nor any intermission of the rigors of my imprisonment. Although I obstinately refused all sustenance beyond the small quantity which irresistible hunger compelled me to eat against my will, in three weeks one of my sisters found an expedient to let me know Arabella had been turned out of the house and had taken shelter at the farmhouse of a relation about twenty and five miles distance, that my father gave her the character of an abandoned trumpet, and vowed I should die in prison if I did not swear to renounce her

Starting point is 04:04:03 forever. From this time I labored night and day in contriving my escape till I affected it, and traveled to five-and-twenty miles with such speed in my emaciated state that I had no sooner thrown myself into Adabella's arms than I fell into fits. A fever succeeded, and during this period the people of the house, though excessively poor, strove with all their might to add comforts and conveniences to my situation. Arabella was my nurse. To them I was bound by gratitude. To her my ties became strengthened till they excluded reason, reflection and prudence.

Starting point is 04:04:44 The moments of returning health were devoted to my affection. Our days were passed alone. Our former distresses and future prospects were alike forgotten, and we became as guilty as happy. scarcely had we begun to repent our era when my father discovered my retreat and once more tore me from my love guarded fettered and enduring every species of brutal usage from those employed about me i was conveyed first to london and then sent abroad where i remained above two years refusing to give her up and refused upon any other terms to be allowed to return my father's death gave me liberty I flew to England and found my Arabella pining under the accumulated distresses of extreme poverty, destroyed reputation, and a consumptive habit,

Starting point is 04:05:38 all which miseries were rendered doubly poignant by the possession of an infant. I will not attempt, Madam, to describe to you what I endured when I saw her and my child wanting absolute necessaries. All I could call my own was employed to procure medical advice for Arabella, and that all was a trifle. My father, to the astonishment of everyone, had died insolvent. My sisters were taken into dependence by different relations, and I was turned adrift on the world without knowledge or means to procure myself one penny. To assist to those who have no power to assist themselves,

Starting point is 04:06:17 who have no claims but on me, me, the author of their calamity, I have plunged myself into debt. the men of whom I have borrowed money pointed out to me the plan of marrying your mother, and when I revolted at the dishonorable action he showed me the opposite picture, a jail. What can I do, Miss Ashburn? Can I see them die and consent to linger out my wretched existence in a prison? No, I am driven by extremity of distress and must go on or perish. Does Adabella know you intend to marry? Oh, yes.

Starting point is 04:06:57 Where is she? May I see her? She and her child reside at a distance of three miles from this place. I prevailed on Mr. Davenport to ride with me to the village in which Adabella resided, and, after introducing me to her, I also prevailed on him to leave us alone. Adabella had beside her a tambour frame at which she worked, when her cuff and cold sweats would permit her. The little girl played on the floor.

Starting point is 04:07:26 She received us with that sort of composure, which seemed to denote the utter sacrifice of all her hopes and wishes, and that nothing was now left to excite agitation. I said, I am no stranger to your misfortunes, Adabella. In what manner did you support yourself while Mr. Davenport was abroad?

Starting point is 04:07:47 By fancy works, replied she, pointing to the frame. I endeavored also to teach a school, but Mr. Davenport's father had spread such reports of me, which the birth of my child, but too well confirmed, that scarce anyone would give me the last encouragement. What were your parents? Poor shopkeepers, madam, who put themselves to numberless inconveniences to qualify me for earning my subsistence in a comfortable manner.

Starting point is 04:08:15 Could I regain my health and be removed to some place where no one knew my faults, Mr. Davenport should not be burdened with either of us. He should not... A tear rose, but quickly withdrew itself, and the serenity of a broken heart again took possession of her features. Why have you not urged Mr. Davenport to engage in some trade or profession? Ah, madam, he has been brought up a gentleman. Trade would appear to him an indelible disgrace.

Starting point is 04:08:46 He thinks he ought to respect the honour of his family, although they will not assist him. And as to a profession he has not the means. And can you consent to live in possession of his affection and endearments when he is married? No, madam, no, replied Arabella with firmness. The moment he becomes a husband he is as dead to me as if the cold grave concealed him. He loves ease. He has been used to expense and pleasure.

Starting point is 04:09:15 He will enjoy it all. I cannot live long, nor do I desist. desire to live. I know he never will desert that poor babe. Don't you, madam, allow that innocent creature fully entitled to a father's protection? I had just taken the child on my lap. Yes, said I, and you Arabella must live to see her possess it. My motives are not those of curiosity. I come to do you service, and I insist that you hope for better days.

Starting point is 04:09:46 It shall be my part to devise better men. means than marriage for Mr. Davenport. I intend shortly to visit you again. I could not converse with Mr. Davenport any more that day, for it was necessary I should return and prepare myself to be partaker of a very splendid entertainment given by Sir Thomas Barlow to all the fashionable people at Bath. I therefore engaged him to visit me again the next morning, and we separated. Making mention of the entertainment brings Mr. Murden to my remembrance. And, as he played a part that very evening which attracted much notice and gave rise to speculation, I shall hear related before I return to the subject of Mr. Davenport.

Starting point is 04:10:31 Ever since Mr. Murden joined us at Bath, I have heard from his female acquaintance perpetual complaints of him. He was, they say, seducing, irresistible. No vivacity was ever so delicate as mirdens. No flattery ever so dangerous as from him. His look, his air, his voice, his gestures, all had their own peculiar character of persuasion. Thus captivating, they say he was, and they lament, with all the energy of which they are capable, that he should now have become dull, lifeless, and unbearable. I, too, Sibella, have found him transformed. I see him negligent and inattentive to me and others, but he is neither dull nor lifeless. Some vision of imagination seems to possess him, to infuse into him, as it were, a new existence.

Starting point is 04:11:25 I have seen his cheek glow, his eye beam. I have heard his breathings, but half uttered, and, although at such moments I have suffered inconvenience from the want of his attention and assistance, I would rather have placed my safety in hazard than have disturbed his alluring dreams of fancy. So firmly has he become inaccessible to the temptations of dissipation and sensuality that I revere his transformation and long for his confidence. But alas, I have to regret that he is secret and mysterious, and that while at Bath he has avoided me almost as constantly

Starting point is 04:12:03 as he has neglected those damsels of fashion who have been calling forth all their enchantments to attract, or subdue him. To my great surprise and some little satisfaction, no sooner was than a Bob's ball in preparation than Mr. Burden requested to be my partner. He had never danced here, though he had been frequently at the rooms,

Starting point is 04:12:26 and I did expect to be honoured on this occasion by my fair friends with some very scornful looks and important whispers. Here the results. The company assembled, a numerous and number of brilliant party. I had caught a previous glimpse of Mr. Murden elegantly dressed, and I expected every moment his appearance in the ballroom. That I was engaged, I answered to several invitations, but to whom was yet in embryo, for the first, second, third, and fourth minuet had been danced, and yet no partner for me appeared. At length he came, but not with the smile of pleasure,

Starting point is 04:13:06 not with the soft tread of politeness, the complacent mean of attention. No, he actually rushed upon us, his features almost distorted with some species of passion, his hair deranged, and the powder showered on his dress as if he had been dashing his head against some hard substance in a paroxysm of rage. And in this strange manner did he, with eager long strides, crossed the saloon, and throw himself into the vacant seat beside me. uttering a deep groan. The eyes of everyone were upon him,

Starting point is 04:13:42 and astonishment imposed silence on every tongue. Miss Ashburn! Miss Ashburn! repeated he twice, very loud, then closed his teeth and murmured through them some words I could not understand, and several horrid imprecations. He said thus a few minutes, his countenance varying from the deepest rate

Starting point is 04:14:04 to a most livid paleness, when Sir Thomas approached. Why, nephew, why Arthur? What? What are you ill? Are you? And without finishing his speech, the Baronet retired abruptly,

Starting point is 04:14:20 for murder gnashing his teeth at that instant, his uncle conceived he was mad, and I believe the Baronet was scarce assured he had escaped the infection. A bolder man now walked up. No less than the Earl of Ulsa, of whom you have heard me speak. Upon my soul, Murden, this is superlatively unusual.

Starting point is 04:14:42 The ladies are actually terrified. Sounds. Mirden, you must... We had not the good fortune to hear his Lordship's advice to the end, for Mr. Murdon, utterly inattentive to anything but his own agitations, now snatched a crumpled letter from his pocket, and, tearing it into a thousand pieces, dashed the front. fragments on the floor.

Starting point is 04:15:07 He there contemplated them a moment with a malignant smile, then carefully gathered up every fragment and darted out of the room. The band continued playing quite composedly, but the company assembled in separate groups to communicate their various conjectures on the very extraordinary gamble this extraordinary young man had been playing. Sir Thomas's gentleman and a valid were sent in search of him, and ordered to to inquire into his malady, but we were presently informed that he was writing in his own chamber and had bitterly sworn to blow out the brains of whatever person should dare to interrupt him.

Starting point is 04:15:47 Brains not being a superfluity here, we even resolved to resume our dancing, and leave him alone to be as mad as he thought proper. On the succeeding morning I met him early and alone in the breakfast room. I was agitated with the expectation of hearing something painful and astonishing, I even entreated to be admitted to his confidence. He referred me to some future period. He spoke with calmness and resolution, but he seldom looked up. When the rest of the family joined us,

Starting point is 04:16:20 my mother amused herself with affecting a ridiculous pity for him. Lady Barlow painted her astonishment, while his uncle, with much more sincerity, laboured to impress us with an adequate idea of the terror he had suffered the preceding evening. Every syllable sunk into the soul of Mirdin. He preserved an inflexible and haughty silence, but I saw, in his agitated countenance,

Starting point is 04:16:46 that he was frequently on the point of bursting into rage and madness. Sir Thomas Barlow will, on many occasions, wind a shapeless circumstance round and round, till he has persuaded himself he has discovered something in it really insulting and injurious to him. He now conjectured, surmised, and talked of Mirden's behavior till he had assured himself

Starting point is 04:17:10 it could have no other design than to afflict him, the most affectionate of uncles, and, having for a short time indulged in the pathos of lamentation, he began to weep. Although I could scarcely forbear smiling at Sir Thomas Barlow's folly, yet I was considerably affected by the sudden transition the Baronet's tears produced in Morden. He forgot his anger and his dejection.

Starting point is 04:17:36 He pressed his uncle's hand, soothed him with kind expressions, and, suddenly, assuming an air of cheerfulness, began to hand the cups and arranged a tea-table. You are in love with some creature you are ashamed of, Murden, said my mother. I will swear it. Do, madam, replied he. Now do tell me, nephew Arthur, said the Baronet, why you tore it to pieces so unmercifully.

Starting point is 04:18:07 Tell me, dear Arthur, all about that letter. Why should he, Sibela, have fixed his eyes on me, while the colour rushed from his cheek at the mention of that letter? Why did he groan? Why did he appear no more during the whole of that day? Why has he since been so uniformly pensive? Why seek me as a companion yet reject me as a friend? such are the inquiries constantly obtruding themselves upon me.

Starting point is 04:18:38 Adieu, dear Sibela, the remainder of Davenport's story must again be deferred till another opportunity. Carolyn Ashburn End of Section 20. Section 21 of secrecy or the ruin on the rock. This is a Librivox recording. All the Libby Vox recordings are in the public domain. For more information on to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tavarish.

Starting point is 04:19:09 Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 2, Letter 3, from Clement Montgomery to Arthur Murden. Sweet enthusiasts, I loveliest romancer, sustained by thee I could boldly defy the maxims of the world, could bear unmoved its taunting scorns, its loudest reproaches. Stimulated by thy visionary precepts, I could, rush alone on its host of temptations and attempt with a giant step of fortitude to tread their legions into nothingness. Methinks Arthur I see her now, and an increase of warmth glides through every vein till it reaches my heart,

Starting point is 04:19:55 which glows and throbes more proudly and more proudly, that the arbitrous of its very motion is Sibela Valmont. Let imagination dress up her most airy forms, let fancy exhaust the riches of her invention, the vision thus created may dazzle, may delude in the absence of perfection, but bring the all-radian charms of Sibela in contrast, and it sinks into vapour. Painting and language are alike incompetent to represent her. Ha! That thought again shoots across my brain. I, I was inconstant. Oh, I would give an eye, an ear, nay, a limb, that I had never known other embraces. Then I might have been all soul, too. What she now is, what I can imagine but never shall experience.

Starting point is 04:20:57 Yes, you gave the advice, Merton, and I, deserving almost discerving almost for the deed stooped to gross allurements and obeyed the cause of appetite, and I ought to have braved death in support of my constancy. Thank God she cannot know it. And oh, may annihilation, or the worst of curses fall on this head rather than I again pollute myself or entertain one thought within my breast that may not rank with her angelic purity. Yes, murder, I say purity. I, and she is as pure as angels, notwithstanding Clement, has been admitted to her embraces, for I am her husband. She never heard of ties more holy, more binding than those of the heart. Custom has not placed its sordid restraint on her feelings. Nature forms her impulses.

Starting point is 04:21:59 Oh, she is nature's genuine child, more lovely than painting can trace, yet robust as the peasant who climbs yon hill to toil for his hourly subsistence, soft as her lover's bounding wishes can desire, yet steadfast, aspiring brave enough to lead an army in the field. No cowardly apprehensions enter her mind. She shrinks not from the wintry blast. Let the torrent descend, the wind howl, the lowering thunder roar, it affects not her peace. No trembling nerves has she. Methinks I see her now.

Starting point is 04:22:41 I hear again the harmony of that voice, now softening into the scarcely audible adieu, now rising into firmness to instruct her clement how to bear his destiny. I had just quitted Mr. Valmont's study, where I underwent another torturing repetition of all the inconsistency of his designs for us. So freezing was his language that it appeared to chill sensation, and when he presented me with 500 pounds, which is to open my prospects in life, I was scarcely sensible either of its value or design. I believe I never thanked him, and though I did not take his offered hand,

Starting point is 04:23:25 its touch I dreaded more than the torpedo. Langward, sunk, and overwhelmed, I crawled with feeble steps to my Sibela. What a change! Her vigor awakened mine, and as though hope, perseverance, and courage had resigned themselves to her guidance, she commanded them to possess me wholly,

Starting point is 04:23:50 commanded me to receive the noble inmates, and to vow I would be bravely independent, though a bed of straw were my portion and crumbs my fare. I write this letter at my first resting place since I quitted Valmont Castle, and the benignancy of my lovely Sibela has even chased my resentment towards you, but should an hour of lassitude perchance creep on me in my banishment, I may be tempted to inquire narrowly into the nature of your. your very mysterious epistles. Clement Montgomery.

Starting point is 04:24:30 End of Section 21. Section 22 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is the Librivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Sonia. Secrecy, or the Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 2, Letter 4.

Starting point is 04:24:59 From Sibela Valmont to Campt to Caroline Ashburn. Clement, my clement is gone. All is silence around me. The trees have dropped their leafy ornaments. The wind sweeps through them in mournful cadence. Their foliage no longer intercepts my eye when it would extend itself around the vast horizon.

Starting point is 04:25:19 I, now seated on the ivy-covered ruins of the hermitage, view this space, and tell myself it contains not one being to whom Sibela is the object of esteem, tenderly. or concern. O Caroline, I am weary of this solitude. My mind bursts the bounds prescribed to my person and impels itself forward to share the advantages of society. Compel to return to its prison,

Starting point is 04:25:46 it is disgusted with its own conceptions, and sings into languor and dissatisfaction. Could it be my parents who doomed me to this slavery? Did they deem the benefits of intercourse a blessing too great for their innocent offspring? No. it must be Mr. Valmont's own plan. To see alone who could wish to rob me of the faculties of my soul, and finding I dare think, their aim to extend them,

Starting point is 04:26:11 their seek to be happy, he shuns me with aversion, or loads me with reproach. Why, if he meant me to degenerate into the mere brute, did he not chain me in a cave, shut out the light of the glorious sun, forbid me to converse with intelligent nature? Then I might have expressed my wants in a savage way, have ravenlessly satisfied the cause of hunger or thirst, and lying down to enjoy the sleep of

Starting point is 04:26:36 apathy, have thought, if I could have thought at all, that this was to be happy. A being superior to this only in a little craft did Mr. Valmont design to make me, a timid, docile slave, whose thoughts, will, passions, wishes, should have no standard of their own, but rise, change, or die as the will of a master should require. such is the height of virtues i have heard mr valmont describe as my zenit of perfection he laments that he suffered me to share in clement's education happy mistake then i found i was to be the friend and companion of man man the image of divinity where then are the boundaries placed that are to restrain my thought to be the companion i must be equal to be the friend i must have comprehension and judgment must be able to assist or willing to be taught thought. In the little intercourse I have had with Mrs. Valmont, she also has placed before me her picture of females, a picture as absurd and much more unintelligible to me than the other.

Starting point is 04:27:40 She represents beauty as the supreme good, ascribes to it the most fabulous effects of power, conquest and dominion. She represented me to myself as entering your world, and transformed me into a being so totally without description that I ran from her to seek again my own nature, to find a friend and companion of men. You, Caroline, are not such as either of these people describe. No, nor am I. Then shall I— But let me be content, a very short time, and I shall join my clement,

Starting point is 04:28:12 shall aid his labour with my exertions. O, my clement, my love, my lover, speed forward to the accomplishment of thy talk. O, be thy desires as bounded as my wishes. Thy Cibela coverts no castles, no palisies, seek for her but a shelter from inclemency, and take her therein to liberty, to thee. Often, Caroline, have I imagined the useless parts of that vast building converted into little cottages, such as I have seen from the top of its turrets.

Starting point is 04:28:43 Fancy has instantly peopled the desert. I have believed myself surrounded by an active, hardy race. I have arisen to enjoy the delights of communication, when, perchance, the rushing of a silent fawn through the thicket, has awakened me from my trance, has reminded me that I too was one of the solitary herd, that the castle with its moats, walls, and battlements, yet stood where gloom and silence hold their court, where Mr. Valmond presides and denies Sibela his presence, and where the inexorable key is turned on that library, lest she should think too often or too well.

Starting point is 04:29:18 Andrew comes to the wood, he beckons, holds up a letter, tis yours, Caroline. I have pondered on the contents of your letter, three days. What shall I say for myself more than you have already said for me? I feel, I confess, that in being secret I have deceived Mr. Valmont, have been guilty of vice. But how could I, tell me, Caroline, for my future benefit, tell if you can, how could I devise a means by which I might have preserved my sincerity and saved my lover? I cannot. Remember it was my clement's peace, happiness, and welfare, for which I made the sacrifice. Yet now I feel it forcibly, for I hesitate to declare the rest, I, who knew no concealment, have by one deviation from

Starting point is 04:30:02 my sincerity even become cowardly and irresolute in friendship. I fear your Sanchez, Caroline, and dare think of eluding them, because too conscious that I cannot refute them. I persevere in secrecy, in deception. Mr. Valmond is still unacquainted with our marriage. For myself I had not not done this for myself i could not perceive its value or necessity i yield it to the ardent remonstrances of clement and promised to conceal our union till his independence should have placed him beyond the mischief of my uncle's resentment i'll let me turn to seek solace in the end for the means be the means what they may the end is effected my clement is restored the energies of his mind are renovated you will see him caroline but you will see no feebleness in his character you will find his love could never be a trifling effervescence you will discover that we mutually love from the intimate knowledge of increasing virtues and no fabled or real oblivion can shed its influence on a love so elevated so entire so utterly beyond the reach of annihilation i conjure you my friend by your own words to watch over my clement to preserve him free from taint and to restore him just such as he so lately quitted the arms of his and your

Starting point is 04:31:21 End of Section 22 Section 23 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock This is a Librevox recording All Librevox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Librevox.org

Starting point is 04:31:43 Recording by Thomas Peter Secrecy Or the Ruin on the Rock By Eliza Fenwick Volume 2, Letter 5 From Arthur Murdon to Caroline in Ashburn. Madam, that I most ardently desire to possess your esteem is, whether you believe it or not,

Starting point is 04:32:02 a fact I avow with all possible sincerity, nor is it less a fact that I quitted Bath so abruptly to avoid giving you my confidence, the only thing in the world by which I could be entitled to ask your esteem. Why do I then write to you? You are about to demand. Ah, madam, I have by me a long catalogue of such unanswered questions. Why do I do this, and And why do I do that? Insolently treads on the heel of my almost every action. Can you find a name more despicable than folly for the will that acts in opposition to acknowledged reason? If you can, apply that worst of names to me, to my incomprehensible conduct. Oh, Miss Ashburn, almost without a motive have I pursued a dream, a fantasy, the offspring of my heated imagination.

Starting point is 04:32:50 Fancy lent her utmost delusions, Endress the vision in such glowing charm That neither prudence, honour, Friendship nor aught else could stay me in my course, Not even the heavenly. Whither am I running? I would give a word that I could tell you. When?

Starting point is 04:33:07 Where? Why? I dreamt and was awakened. Not for a world's wealth, though, would I tell you. Tis past. It is done. The mischief is irretrievable. The phantom remains.

Starting point is 04:33:20 but the gilded hope that illumined her path is gone despair casts its length of shade around me and sunshine is no more let me recollect myself when i began to write i meant to request you would say something conciliating for me to sir thomas the letter i left for him was written in haste and from a sudden impulse and probably expressed nothing i either meant or ought to have said i beseech you madam do this for me i know my uncle looks on me with affection and i do not consider and myself entitled to make so free with the happiness of others as I have done with my own. If he has any expostulations to offer, any reproaches to make me, let him send them to Barlow Hall. There I shall be some time. But let him not ask me to come to London. No, Miss Ashman, the ignis fatuous is still in view, and, though I perfectly understand its nature, and have no hope nor scarce a wish to overtake it, yet am I, lunatic-like, galloping after it, of hedge, bog, and briar. From this assurance, and from the many other things you know of me,

Starting point is 04:34:26 you will believe I am in the right to subscribe myself the infatuated, miserable, A. Mirdin. End of Section 23. Section 24 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information ought to volunteer, please visit Liprivox.org. R. Recording by Avae in March

Starting point is 04:35:00 2017 Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick Volume 2, Letter 6 From Carolyn Ashburn to Sibela Valmont. For the first time of my life

Starting point is 04:35:18 have I become the assiduous water of windows, the listener after footsteps, and have lived eternally in the drawing room. Yet has no Clement Montcouin Gombary appeared, and I have just now recollected that my desire of knowing him will not accelerate his approach, that so much time given to expectation is so much thrown away, and that to employ

Starting point is 04:35:42 the same quantity of time in endeavouring to amuse you would be more friendly and, of course, more laudable. Once more than Sibella, we are in London, this great metropolis, alike the resort of him who possesses wealth and him who seeks to attain it. Here merit comes, hoping in the vast concourse to find the protector of talent, and hither the deliberating villain hastens, expecting the crowd will be at once favorable to the practice of his crimes and the means of escaping their punishment. What a field here is open for the speculator and the moralist. And often, Sibela, do I anticipate the time when we shall look on the check-at scenes of life together. When?

Starting point is 04:36:31 But let me give you the remainder of Davenport's history, while it is yet fresh in my memory. Punctual to the minute I had named Davenport entered my apartment. The same species of settled gloom I observed the preceding day in Arabella marked his voice and gesture. He looked so familiarized. so wedded to sadness and misfortune that, desirous of expressing in my demeanour the kindness my heart felt for him, I approached and held out my hand to receive his. He lightly pressed it and, coldly bowing,

Starting point is 04:37:08 retreated to a seat on the other side of the room. From that motion I perceived he now viewed me as one who had saved him from the commission of an action, which, although of evil and dangerous tendency, would have produced to him a benefit it he knew not how, in any other way, to procure, and that after rendering it impossible for him to marry, I was about to leave him with some general advice to the horrors of his situation. This he imagined was the utmost of my ability. He had convinced himself to the goodness of my

Starting point is 04:37:41 intentions, and could not altogether call me his enemy, but he was now looking round, hopeless and despairing, for the almost supernatural means which could extricate him from his poverty and distress. The power was mine, and I hastened to relieve him from the anguish he endured. I told him he should render himself independent and happy, that my pecuniary assistance should go hand in hand with his endeavors, and inquired if he had any friends who could advise him in the choice of a profession. Not a creature in the world who would not rather advise him to end his miseries and disgrace

Starting point is 04:38:19 with a pistol. This was Davenport's answer. I recollected that I had noticed some little intimacy between him and Mr. Merton, and, supposing the precariousness of dependence must have occasionally led Merton's thoughts to the same views, I concluded his judgment would be useful. Let us consult Mr. Merton, said I. No, Miss Ashburn, cried Davinport, reddening violently. Contrive it all yourself, I will.

Starting point is 04:38:50 obey you wherever I can, but do not command me to the revolting task of declaring to all the world that I am a beggar. When Murden and I first knew each other, I was the expected heir to a good fortune, and as I was descended from some of the first families in the kingdom, Merden moved in the sphere below me. He stands where he did, but I, alas, am fallen. Yet I won't hear him exult and triumph in effected pity. No, no, I could tell him that even a Nobop's wealth cannot blazon him with the honours that cling to the name of Davenport. He spoke this with surprising bitterness. For pity's sake, Mr. Davenport, said I, do not lay on high birth more infirmities than, from its nature it unavoidably possesses. Were you ten times more honorably descended,

Starting point is 04:39:44 I could not alter Mirden's ability to advise you. It could not degrade him or exalt you. I have seen you court his conversation, and did you imagine your poverty was then a secret? Oh, no, who could mistake the cause of your seeking to become Mrs. Ashburn's husband? In defiance of his uncle's displeasure, Merton refused this very marriage. At the same time, I must acknowledge,

Starting point is 04:40:10 his firmness has not undergone the trial you have suffered, for he had no Arabella, I believe. Daven poured through his arms across upon the table by which he sat, laying his head upon them. The attitude prevented me seeing his face, but I thought he whipped. A half-suppressed sob rose at intervals. Thus he remained, for unwilling to press too hard on his prejudices, I relinquished the idea of consulting any other person

Starting point is 04:40:40 and sat silently examining plans for his future service. His age, his quickness of apprehension, and his manners, which are pleasing to persons of every station, inclined me to think the study of physique would be very well adapted to his capacity and talents. I made the proposal, named the summer, would give him yearly, till he should be qualified to provide for himself,

Starting point is 04:41:04 and his gratitude was expressed with the same vehemence which alike attends him on trivial or important, occasions. You will perhaps wonder, Sibela, that is, if the value of money is at all known to you, and if its importance ever occupies your thoughts, how I am enabled to make so lavish a use of it. On our first arrival in England, my mother assigned me an annual income proportioned to the splendour of her appearance, and the immense fortune that I am destined to possess when her advantages in it shall be eternally prescribed. that I do not employ disallowance in keeping pace with her elegance that I do not blaze in jewels and riot in the luxury of dress displeases my mother yet she continues me the stated income

Starting point is 04:41:53 flattering herself daily though daily disappointed that I will secure my own indulgences by overlooking the errors reason tells me I am to condemn in her but to return to Davenport on the subsequent morning I always ordered my horse very early, intending to pass an hour with Arabella, when a servant informed me Mr. Davenport and the lady requested to see me. I hurried downstairs to chide Mr. Davenport for suffering Arabella, supposing it must be her, to hazard an increase of her disorder, by coming out while the air was raw and cold, and the morning fog not yet dispelled. I opened the parlor door with the reproof almost ready on my lips, when Davenport was with his eyes glistening, his cheeks glowing,

Starting point is 04:42:42 seized my hand and placed it within that of a young lady, who kissed it, and with mingled ardor and pleasure pressed it to her bosom. Surprised I stepped back, and, looking alternately at her and at Davenport, a strong resemblance anticipated his introduction of a sister. This sister, whom Davenport had forgotten in his misfortunes, was newly married and had arrived at Bath the preceding evening, with her husband, a merchant of the name of Beville. Davenport had related the scenes he had passed through

Starting point is 04:43:16 in those glowing colors whose use is so familiar to him, and the whole family were disposed to think I had rendered them an important service. Accepting Mrs. Beville's invitation to dinner, I was that day introduced also to Mr. Beville and Miss Harriet Davenport. Davenport's feelings are ever alive to extremes. He was now in the bosom of his family. He saw his sister no longer the humble dependent of a proud relation,

Starting point is 04:43:47 but the wife of an affectionate, opulent husband, sharing her advantages too with his other sister. Then how could Davenport look at them and remember either what he had been or might yet be? He was extravagant, sometimes brilliant, but always fanciful, and the incoherences of his conversation formed an amusing contrast with the steady uniform bluntness of Mr. Beville. He was even too gay to be grateful,

Starting point is 04:44:15 for instead of thanking his brother-in-law for an offer of taking him into immediate partnership, in preference to the plan I had proposed, on terms so liberal as brought tears from his sister's eyes, Davenport began to ridicule and burlesque trade. He was determined for this afternoon at least to enjoy his mirth in defiance of the checks, instigations and reproachers of the better inmates' sincerity and common sense. Poor fellow!

Starting point is 04:44:45 The grimace, the laugh, the jest rain no longer, for Arabella cannot live. Perfectly satisfied with the prospects of her Henry, with his affection for her child, and the present attentions of his family to her, she calmly looks forward to that abode where the wicked sees from troubling and the weary are addressed, while he suffers ten thousand agonies in anticipating their eternal separation.

Starting point is 04:45:13 With Mrs. Beville and Harriet Davenport, the remembrance of Arabella's former transgression now lies dormant. Their former affection revives, gains new strength from the aid of pity, and instigates them to attend the dying Arabella as a sister. But I suspect from accidental hints they are yet infected with the worldly maxim that the guilt of such a sailing remains wholly with the treason. female, from whom in every other instance of life will look for nothing but weakness and defect. Love more perhaps than reason has taught Davenport a better lesson. He would certainly have married

Starting point is 04:45:51 Adabella, and Mr. Beville would have supported him in the resolution, knowing it to be now as much his duty as it was before the mutual duty to abstain from the transgression. Thus I have saved Davenport, but not my mother. No. she will assuredly marry to prove to me her power and preeminence. She will peek herself also on choosing a husband, as handsome, as engaging as the fugitive Davenport. In the meantime flattery is flattery, and the dose being doubled from a female tongue

Starting point is 04:46:26 approaches so near to an equivalent that the immediate necessity of a lover becomes less urgent. The happy Mrs. Ashburn, happy in her acquisitions, has lately gained a companion who can treble the quantity on occasion. In good English language, with the animation of French vivacity and French action, Mademoiselle Lundy deals out her bursts of admiration and ecstasies of rapture from one of the prettiest mouths in the world.

Starting point is 04:46:56 Shaping herself, most proteus-like, to the whim of the moment, my mother sees not that she is young and handsome, and, could a painting be shown to Mrs. Ashburn, exact but silent representation of Mademoiselle Londailles, unless previously instructed to look for the likeness, I am positive she would not recognize one feature of her companion. This young person was born of English parents who were settled in France. Her father, being deprived of an enormous pension by the change of government, chose rather to break his heart than live upon a contracted income which could only furnish him with the necessaries of life, and

Starting point is 04:47:36 such worthless accommodations as are beneath the enjoyment of a courtier. After his decease, a Cidevent Duchess brought Mademoiselle Lundy to England to try her fortune, and most opportunely chants threw her in our way at the very same time when my mother was seized with the rage of entertaining a companion. Money was an object with Mademoiselle Lundy, but none to Mrs. Ashburn, and the former knew how to hold off from the bargain till the latter's wishes and. and expectations were wound up to the highest. The pride also of enabling her companion to outdress half the fashionable young women about town

Starting point is 04:48:15 was doubtless an additional motive with Mrs. Ashburn, and the enormous salary demanded was to me the first unfavourable specimen of Mademoiselle Lundy's principle. Nor has the young lady improved on farther acquaintance. Supple as she is, she cannot accommodate the faint outlessness of her countenance, to the examination of my eye. Native simplicity would neither court nor retire, but Mademoiselle Lundy invites my favor while she evades my scrutiny. Resigning her personal pretensions to charm

Starting point is 04:48:51 and laboring incessantly to acknowledge the already inflated superiority of the people around her, she becomes the universal favorite, and it is hard to say whether the dear, unfortunate, amiable, mademoiselle Lundy, is more necessary, to Mrs. Ashburn or to Mrs. Ashburn's acquaintance. To her establishment here, however, I cannot object, because I should not be understood. Picking and stealing, to be sure, are very atrocious things, but whoever thought of calling selfishness, art, and insincerity by the name of vice.

Starting point is 04:49:27 Oh, no, Gerard Lodging's philosophers may speculate, and dream over their airy systems, but we people of fashion know better things. We know self-love and insincerity to be useful and important qualities, the grand cement which binds our intercourse with each other. Born a superior race, we can bid truth and plain honesty depart, and having dressed falsehood and guile in all the fascination of the senses, can bow down before the idol of our own creation. It is all true, Sibela.

Starting point is 04:50:04 although in rambling about your words and looking into your own heart and arranging the matter of your former studies you may find what ought to be you cannot discover one trait of what really exists sir thomas barlow is ill of the gout and almost pines in his confinement for the society of his nephew while the whimsical murdon in defiance of command or entreaty is capering about the country nobody knows why nor nobody knows where murden why cannot i name murden without feeling a portion of that anxiety which so visibly preys on the happiness and throws a veil of mystery over the actions of that inconsistent young man various have been the endeavours i have used to understand the nature of his mind's disease but he has wrapped an impenetrable fold of secrecy around his heart at times i imagined that acknowledgment was ready to burst from his lips nay I even imagined at times I had caught some remote illusions that I thought I understood. Yet in attempting to trace them to a source, I lost their original form, and became more and more entangled in the labyrinth of surmise. As Sir Thomas and Lady Barlow regulate all their jaunts and expeditions by ours,

Starting point is 04:51:26 and as we have together made one household at Bath, it was natural enough that we should journey together to London. Mr. Merton, of course, was included in the arrangements, and he neither breathed the syllable of doubt or objection to the plan. The evening before we quitted Bath, our party included only four or five visitors, but had there been twenty, I must have directed all my attention towards Merton. The preceding day I had seen him petulant, and the preceding part of that day I had observed him to be more than commonly pensive and absent. He did not appear at dinner, but joined us early in the evening with smiles and gaiety. So sudden and so singular a change excited my wonder and curiosity. I perceived it was not the gaiety of force, yet it had a tinge of complacent melancholy,

Starting point is 04:52:18 and, from his subsequent conduct, I am convinced it had its origin in some determination he had taken, whether for himself, fortunate or unfortunate, the sequel alone. can explain. He shook my hand affectionately when he bade us good-night, and at breakfast the following morning we learned that he had galloped away at daybreak. He had left the letter for his uncle, not filled with flattering apologies, never fear it, but containing a short harangue of the impossibility of his going at present to London, and a few cold wishes for the general safety of the party at large. Since that time, I also have a little bit of the same. Since that time, I also have have been favoured with a letter from him, which, although it is not intended to elucidate any

Starting point is 04:53:06 part of his conduct, has brought back to my mind, with additional force, a surmise I formally dismissed as too improbable. What a length of letter! You see, Sibelah, how closely I consider our feelings as united, for, while I endure no weariness myself, I fear not the chance of inflicting it upon you. Adieu, my sweet friend. May principle alone, not personal fatal experience, teach you that your present system of secrecy is erroneous.

Starting point is 04:53:41 Carolyn Ashburn End of Section 24. Section 25 of secrecy or the ruin on the rock. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Vibrovox.org. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick, Volume 2, Letter 7,

Starting point is 04:54:17 from Lord Fillmar to Sir Walter Boyer. What a life I have led these three days. An old house, my habitation, built according to old customs, with its casements staring at one another across and narrow court and the very offices turning their backs on noble prospects two old men and one ugly old woman my companions no young nor pretty face abides within these walls for thy poor friend's amusement called up at nine and what is still worse sent to bed at eleven did you ever go to bed at eleven boyer there i wake and doze and dream dream I hear the inspiring rattle of dice-boxes, wake and curse myself forever, having known their enticements,

Starting point is 04:55:10 and then curse them for not being now beside me. What in the name of wonder could have become of you the day I left London? Your valet was drunk when I stopped, full of intelligence at your lodgings. Uck and Hick was all I could get from the fellow for a time, and then followed, yes, sir, to be sure, my lord, I'll tell you, once, my lord is gone, sir, in a post-chaise, and four, my lord. Where is Sir Walter gone, puppy? Sir Walter, my lord, oh, yes, Sir Walter is gone. I don't know where he is gone, Sir Walter. Drive on, cried I, and home I went to step from my carriage to the travelling chaise,

Starting point is 04:55:53 in which with my dear father I was gently whirled down to Moncton Hall. What a life have I led these three days, A pestilence on your throat, I say. There he sits, Walter, the bird of night and wisdom, And with his quavering who, who, who calls on me to be solemn If I can't be wise, I hate wisdom, And had I not a story to tell you, Would sit down and rail at it.

Starting point is 04:56:20 Every clock from every steeple last Wednesday morning sounded seven, As I, with pledged honor and empty pockets, drove home from blank. The memento was insolent, and I was splenetic. I longed to throw stones at the steeples, and to knock down each sturdy porter, who looked into the chariot to inform me by his clear eye and vigorous step that he has passed the night in rest, and had arisen poor indeed, but happy, impudent scoundrel, he a porter, I a viscount. I undressed and went to bed where I had the felicity of ruminating till ten o'clock upon the vast increase of my knowledge and happiness, since I became so intimately connected with Spelman and his associates, at which hour of

Starting point is 04:57:08 ten the earl sent a servant to request, I would breakfast with him. Quams of apprehension stole upon me, I foreboded strange discoveries and severe remonstrances, and as I felt too humbled in my own opinion to be insolent even to my father, I concedure, I considered how to avoid the interview till I had mechanically staggered into the Earl's dressing-room, where I was received with good morning to your lordship. I hope you are well, my lord, said I, and throwing myself across the sofa, we sipped a cup of chocolate in silence. I inquired for you last evening, said the Earl, I believe Lord Philmar, it was extremely late ere you came home. It was extremely late, my lord, replied I, as I so readily

Starting point is 04:57:56 agreed in his opinion, the Earl was at a loss how to proceed. Twice he removed his chair, played with a teaspoon, and we finished our chocolate. After the breakfast things were removed, the Earl turned his chair, more toward me. Hem, said he, hem, I arose, and wished his lordship a good morning. Stay, Lord Fillmore, a moment, pray, sit down, and ham, I understand but too well that I suspect. I am fearful, the company you keep will do. do you harm. Now, Walter, this man, the Earl of Elsings, a peer of the realm of Great Britain, had not courage to say to his own son, Dick, thou art a fool, and wilt be a beggar.

Starting point is 04:58:38 Thy companions are gamblers, sharpers, and knaves, and henceforward I command thee to abstain from their society. You astonished me, my lord, answered I, with great apparent simplicity, I could not suppose I should displease you by associating with men of rank. Oh, certainly not, by no means, only I would insinuate that play is dangerous and your income small. Small indeed, thought I a considerable pause succeeded, and then my father's countenance brightened. I proposed going down this day to Sir Gilbert Moncton, said he, I wished him an agreeable journey. You must go with me, Lord Fillmar. Nay, pray, excuse me, sir. Consider the seas and the sea and the

Starting point is 04:59:24 place and the society. How can your lordship plan such an expedition at this part of the year? You will inevitably bring on an ague or a nervous fever. Dear, my lord, don't think of it. Indeed, replied the earl, nothing but a view to your interest could have determined me to make Sir Gilbert a visit now. Your interest, Lord Fillmar, has strong claims upon me. Your present income scarcely exceeds 1,000 pounds a year. And you well know that, with all my care and prudence, I have not so far recovered former encumbrances as to be able to leave with the title of Elsings more than a clear 5,000 pounds per annum. The Earl paused, hemmed, picked up a scrap of paper, then hemmed again, and proceeded. You know, I think you know, Mr. Valmar, I bowed assent,

Starting point is 05:00:16 and the Earl looked as if he wished I had spoken, but I was very much, resolved to hear him to the end. Yes, you do know, Mr. Valmont, a very singular man. He has strange ideas of education. In all our conversations on the topic, I never could be brought to coincide with him. Yet he is a worthy man, too. He has a prodigious fine estate at Moore down, and that estate round the castle is in excellent order. A strange, gothic, dismal place, that castle of his, to be sure. I cannot remember how long it is since it was built, but it was a Balmont built it, I know. It has never been out of the family.

Starting point is 05:00:58 Yet I wonder he should choose always to reside in it and to keep his niece in it also. His niece, him, you know, Lord Fillmore, I am one of Miss Valmont's guardians. I bowed again. I am told she is very handsome. She was a beautiful child. I have not seen her these ten years. It was very singular indeed. I think to guard her so closely from everyone's observations.

Starting point is 05:01:25 Yes, Lord Fillmore, Mr. Valmont's mode of thinking is certainly very singular. Miss Valmont's father was a most accomplished man and one of my most intimate friends. He built a seat after the Italian manner, tasty and elegant as you can possibly suppose. He was very fond of Italy. Poor man, he died there. I wish I could have prevailed on Mr. Valmont to allow his needs. a more enlarged education. Her manners, I think, must be constrained and ungraceful, but certainly, as her father's brother, Mr. Valmont, had a right to claim the sole protection of her person

Starting point is 05:02:03 and to bring her up as he thought proper. My father paused, and though I could not immediately perceive the tendency of this erasiocination, I was resolved not to assist him and remained silent. I was telling you, Lord Fillmar, how much care and pains I have taken to redeem the Elsin estate. Let me advise you to leave off play, and to think of settling yourself advantageously. Would not a beautiful bride adorn the title of Lady Fillmar? I do not perceive, answered I, that the title of Philmar wants any other ornament than it already possesses. Remember, dear sir, I am scarcely two and twenty. Now Walter the Earl was not content with the simple recollections I had urged to him,

Starting point is 05:02:53 but he began also to remember my profusion, my follies, if you please, and my inadequate provision for them. Stop, my lord, cried I, and pray, inform me what fortune my poor lordship has a right to expect as an antidote for matrimonial poison. I think, replied my father, that a lady of honorable descent of good expectations and possessing an unentailed six or seven thousand a year would be a very proper match for you. And that lady is Miss Valmont? No such thing, no such thing, cried the Earl, almost starting from his seat. Will you dare Lord Philmar to assert that I said so? Indeed, will I not, my lord, so far from it, I have heard you repeatedly declare she was left wholly dependent on her uncle, but why you should then be involved in the cares of guardianship, or why you should

Starting point is 05:03:53 be inclined to saddle my incumbent estate with a wife without a fortune I own appears a little mysterious. Be the true state of the case what it may, and we will talk of that hereafter, to certain that every working muscle of the Earl's countenance betrayed the insincerity of his assertions, while he point-blank denied that he had any reference, to valmont's niece when he proposed giving me a bride i affected to be convinced and with a kind of lazy curiosity played with my dog and asked questions about miss valmont and wound my father round and round this dependent orphan till i was nearly as assured as though it were on lawyer's deeds before me that six or seven thousand pounds a year is the lady's marriage portion a saucy triumphant smile at length betrayed me the earl reddened violently and degenerated into such hints about certain affairs of mine that i suddenly jumped up said i would attend him wherever he pleased wished his lordship a hasty good morning and drove away to deposit my burthen of confidence with you well then walter here we are at monkton hall and balmonde's frowning fortress stands only at three miles distant

Starting point is 05:05:18 but still i am not one foot forwarder in the direct road of knowing why we came hither in the by-paths of windings and innuendo indeed i have made a little progress i have discovered walter that the earl has a secret but have not discovered the actual secret only I can surmise a great deal. I surmise that the Earl and Mr. Valmont have laid a trap for me, and I surmise that I shall tumble into the trap, and be almost smothered with gold, and I further surmise that the gold will infallibly find its way out of the trap, and leave poor me behind it. I am resolved to be perfectly obedient and resign to my faith, and you may, if you please, wish me joy.

Starting point is 05:06:06 For if the dear creature is but anything like what her uncle intended to make her, with his wire-drawn principles about female weakness and female obedience, I shall be the least noosed of any married man in England. She will want no more than a cage and a closet and one smile a month from her sovereign lord and master. Gloomy hall or a gloomy castle, some such name, I formerly gave that turret crown building, O the profaner! Why, it is paradise, the court of Cytheria,

Starting point is 05:06:39 where loves and graces sport on sideboards of massive plate and intrigue with wanton zephyrs upon every acre of Valmont's rich domain. We are invited to dinner, Walter, this is Saturday. On Tuesday down, go to the drawbridges to admit me, me, me, The squire and Earl settle preliminaries. The wood nymph is introduced. She gazes with awe and astonishment on her polished lover, while I forget her to remember her fortune. At some future period I shall subscribe myself, your very rich and happy, humble servant. Fillmore. End of Section 25. Section 26 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock.

Starting point is 05:07:33 This is the Librivox recording, or Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Sonia Secrecy, or the Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 2, Letters 8 and 9 Letter 8, from Sibela Valmont to Caroline Ashburn. Imagine me, dear Caroline, sitting down to write to you in the dead of night by an almost extinguished taper, somewhat chill.

Starting point is 05:08:03 with cold, yet that sensation overpowered by the tremor of surprise, of curiosity, of emotions in fine which I cannot describe or explain. And shall I boast of my strength, yet suffer my heart to palpitate, the colour to vary on my cheek, because an incident appears extraordinary? Why did I not go back? Perhaps imagination was on the stretch, and I am self-deceived. Yet this writing, there must, but who would or could sigh with or for me, Save one.

Starting point is 05:08:35 Foolish, weak, Sibela, are thou turned coward then? How canst thou brave dangers, who has fled from a sound? Perchance a fancied sound, too? Yes, I will return. I will not wait till daylight renews my courage, but go now to the wood and examine this. Hark, I hear a noise. Good God, is it?

Starting point is 05:08:56 If it should be my clam— Oh, no, that is impossible. It was only the sweeping of the wind through that long gallery. but I won't go to the wood tonight, Caroline. I tremble more and the cold increases. My taper too diminishes fast. But while its light allows me, I will go over the events of the day and night, to discover if distinctory collection gives them a different appearance from what they now wear in the confusion of my ideas. To begin then with the morning. While yet at breakfast, Andrew entered my room and intimated it was my uncle's orders that I should remain in my own apartments all day. Strange as appeared the command, i sought no explanation from andrew but chose rather to submit to it in its present form than encounter the teasing unintelligible signs of this silent old man an hour had hardly passed when i heard mr valmont's footstep in the gallery and as he approached nearer my door i called up a firmness in my mean for me thought his visit to my chamber a circumstance i never remembered to have taken place forbode it something uncouth and unpleasant so sibella said he entering in a cheerful manner you look quite well you will oblige me particularly by not going into the park to-day there is the armoury if you want exercise only be sure you go and return by the narrow staircase i would not have you seen for a moment in any other part of the castle perhaps i may bring a friend to visit you a friend of your father's child you'll obey me sibella and andrew can inform you when you are at liberty to pursue your rambles he withdrew an address so familiar with a voice and countenance so complacent from mr valmont to me was food for reflection the friend too the friend of my father

Starting point is 05:10:37 i felt not the necessity of exercise i approached not the narrow staircase i thought not of the armory i remained in one posture and andrew's entrance with my dinner first broke in upon my reverie the meal ended and andrew gone it was resumed and as long thinking will ever bring something home to the affections i had left mr valmont his smiles and his friend to dwell on the image of my when my uncle led into the room a man somewhat older in appearance than himself of an unmeaning countenance whose profusion of dress had heavy on an insignificant form i turned away scornfully for i thought it a profanation of the term to call this being the friend of my father how long he stayed i cannot exactly tell too long i thought then he seemed to talk of me to mr valmont but to me he said little and owing perhaps to my dislike of the man that little i did not rightly understand and never attempted to answer when i saw andry in the evening i ventured a few questions and with difficulty learned there was company in the castle who were not expected to go away till late. I desired him to inform me as soon as they had departed, and accordingly, a little before twelve, Andrew opened my door, gave three distinct nods, shut it after him, and departed. I understood his signal. Never had I passed a day in the house before, and I almost panted for

Starting point is 05:11:59 the enjoyment of fresh air. The night was calm and serene, and the moon shone with a frosty brightness in a clear, unclouded sky. Wrapping myself in a cloak, I descended with a quick and joyful step. Neither light nor sound existed in the castle, and, unbarring the heavy doors, I sallied out in defiance of cold, to enjoy the lightness I then felt at my heart. The moon beam directed my course, and I turned up the hill at the back part of the castle, where no trees intercepted the partial light. Standing on the summit, I looked around that my eye caught the glittering surface, made resplendent by the moon's reflection, of that small and beautiful lake, which you may remember rises on the skirts of my wood. Tither I hastened, and seated on the bank I became

Starting point is 05:12:42 enraptured with the scene. All seemed in union with my mind, only that an undisturbed serenity reigned through nature, and with the peace in my breast, a tumult of delight claimed its share. I sang, I gave vent to my pleasure in words, in exclamations, till at length the sound of two from some very distant bell, floated through the air, and I rose to regain the castle. Never in daytime did I quit the park without visiting our oak, and now when my heart bounded high with hope and pleasure, it would have been impious thus to have departed. As I passed the rock, its dark shade with the gloom in which the tall trees enclosed me, gave a new color to my emotions. A pensive, but not a painful tenderness stole on me. My breast began to heave, my lip to tremble, and having reached the oak, I threw myself on the ground and sobbed.

Starting point is 05:13:32 still i felt no unhappiness an impressive kind of awe took place of my former rapture and dictated that i should dry my tears and offer up a prayer for clement at the foot of our oak i knelt and audibly prayed still was i kneeling still were my clasped hands raised i uttered a deep sigh and close behind me reverberated a prolonged sigh if possible more deep more forcible my taper amidst its last rays the moon is withdrawn and total darkness compels me to seek rest. Adieu. The sigh was distinct. It struck upon my ear. It almost reached my heart, Caroline. Dizzy, benumbed, I could scarcely rise,

Starting point is 05:14:15 and as I walked slowly along the open path from the monument, I really tottered. I believed I had proceeded fifty yards, and I began to tread with firmness and to consider if the sound could be real, when something whizzed past me, and I perceived a little white ball, fall to the ground and roll back,

Starting point is 05:14:32 as it was on the descent till it stopped at my feet equally surprised but less affected i turned quickly round i looked every way but the rock the trees the monument and their respective yet mingling shadows were the only objects i could discern i do not remember stooping for the ball yet i felt it in my hand as i returned to the castle i had left my light burning in the hall but did not attempt to examine my possession till i had shut myself in my own chamber the ball consisted of my hand as i returned to the castle i had left my light burning in the hall but did not attempt to examine my possession till i had shut myself in my own chamber the ball consisted of of several folds of paper with a small pebble in the middle to give it weight i suppose the inner fold contained lines written with a pencil the character neat but uneven and in places scarcely legible these were the contents art thou instructed beauteous nymph that those planets to which thou now liftest thine eyes contain worlds whose myriads of inhabitants differ in their degrees of perfection according to the orb to which they belong some approach to immortality others are and as yet farther removed. But all are in a progressive state toward the angelic nature. Even the lowest orb ranks above thy world. From one of these latter planets I descend, part mortal and part ethereal. The former subjects me to pain and grief, but the latter can exalt me to bliss too ecstatic for the confined sense of mere mortality. My spiritual nature

Starting point is 05:15:55 places few bounds to my wishes, gives me invisibility, and brings the world before me at a view. I can see into the human bosom, and art cannot baffle me. In this world I am permitted to seek a friend, and thee, hallowed inhabitant of this lower orb, I claim. Set thy desires before thee. If they be many, choose the essential. If they be few, name all. Tomorrow after sunset, place the paper wherein thou hast ridden thy wishes on the tomb and retire. If another mortal claim a share of those wishes, my power ceases.

Starting point is 05:16:28 but if they relate only to thyself fair creature some one i may gratify thus may we communicate two approach is forbidden to be visible to thy eyes is denied me fly not then from the spirit which will protect but cannot harm thee whither does recollection bear you caroline to the hermit of the wood and armoury doubtless the mysterious and whimsical style of this written paper corresponds with the first address of that hermit i wonder i did not remember it last night but clement fears and the mode to overcome them have been objects of such magnitude in the heart of Sibela that curiosity has ceased to intrude its strain of remembrances and suppositions. Clement was right, who but through my uncle's means could find entrance into this region of caution and confinement. Yes, Clement judged rightly. It is the man to whom Mr. Valmont says I must be united.

Starting point is 05:17:21 Will you, Caroline, give the enclosed to my Clement, and judge with him for me? I wait your decision, but I wait unwilling. willingly. Cibela. Letter 9. To Clement Montgomery, enclosed in the preceding. Do we not create our own misery, my Clement, by this submission? Mr. Valmont separates our persons, because he cannot separate our hearts.

Starting point is 05:17:44 Oh, your reasonings were false, my love, and I was only misled when I thought I was convinced. But a short time, you said, and Mr. Valmont shall know it all, and we will be again united. Why not now? not feel, I cannot understand these effects of his displeasure on which you dwell. Why do you dream of future benefits when he tells you that you are to have none of them? When he declares to you his wealth shall not be yours? And what of that? Will joy and felicity be less ours, because we are not rich?

Starting point is 05:18:16 We know it cannot. Did you possess wealth beyond what I can name, I should share its advantages. Then if poverty or disgrace be yours, I demand to participate therein. It is my right, and twenty Mr. Valmont shall not deprive of the inestimable privilege. Let me prove by actions the boundless love I bear you. Words are feeble. Where is the language that has energy enough to describe the crowd of pleasures, which rush upon my mind while I am retracing our past scenes of happiness,

Starting point is 05:18:45 or that can give its true coloring to my regret when I call up the present separation, which bids them depart for a season? Clement, you are dismissed that another may be introduced. The man of mystery, he whom my uncle has chosen, appears again. Say, my love, shall I tell them how useless are all their preparations? That you and I have formed the indissoluble band. I am ready to do this. I wait but your consent.

Starting point is 05:19:11 And then, if Mr. Valmont resents our conduct and will not yield me to you and your freedom, I must and shall find means to show him he has no more power over my person than my mind. I will escape him and fly to D. Ever. Ever die Sibela. End of Section 26. Section 27 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibraVox.org.

Starting point is 05:19:53 Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Thinwick. Volume 2, Letter 10, from Lord Fillmar to Sir Walter Boyer. Peaceful, slumbers attend thee. What, the richer, promising, waking visions of expectation be mine. A very pretty apostrophe, that, for a young by-count, I wonder if my father ever forgot to go to sleep when in bed, and sprang up again to write to some contemporary insane, of his stratagems, intrigues, and toils. Dear honest soul, no, his sonorous breathings from the next

Starting point is 05:20:32 chamber salute my ears in answer. I certainly never was intended for the elder son of an earl. Oh, I cry you mercy, dame nature. I read, I bow my head in obedience. A little twinkling starboyer, darting his ray through the window traces my destiny on this paper. When the heyday of the blood is past, says the Oracle, thou art to be a statesman. So I will, yes, a prime minister of Great Britain, and the more mischief I do beforehand, the better shall I be qualified for the duties of that high and important station. The project I talked of in my last, have you not admired its tendency, have you not rejoiced that the honors of the Elsin title is to have a fresh gilding from the Valmont coffers? If you have not already done this, I charge you neglect not

Starting point is 05:21:23 a moment the duties of congratulations. For your friend, your happy friend, Philmar is assuredly, mind me assuredly, to be the husband of Miss Vamont. Therefore, I will read you a letter, or at least a part of a letter, which came from her uncle to my father. Indeed, my lord, to pursue this subject to little father, it is only with a man who is prepared by such opinions as I have laid down to keep his wife in seclusion, that's about, Bella, Thalmont, can be happy. I have purposely educated her to be the tractable and obedient companion of a husband who, from early disappointment and a just detestation of the miserable state of society, is willing to abandon the world entirely. And not to mislead you in any way,

Starting point is 05:22:16 such a one I hold in view. You, my Lord, have acted with consistent delicacy throughout our guardianship. You readily yielded to my plans when our trust commenced, and you have never attempted to counteract them by any ill-judged interference, and I am therefore beholden to your prudence and politeness. Of your lordship's understanding, I have so good an opinion that I cannot apprehend any offense will be taken on your part, for my declining the proposed alliance of Lord Fillmar for my niece. You must be aware, my lord, how very unfit her education has rendered her to be the wife of any person who does not in all respects think as I do. You must also suffer me to decline for very good reasons your request that Lord Fillmar may see her. The child has beauty, and the interview for his

Starting point is 05:23:11 sake is much better avoided. You, my lord, have a title to see her whenever you are so disposed, and I hope as a proof that we understand each other that Lord Fillmore will accompany you when you honor Valmont Castle with your visits. From your friend and servant, G. Valmont. This letter, Walter the Earl called me back to give me at his own chamber door after I had bat him good night.

Starting point is 05:23:38 Do you not observe how artfully Valmont had arranged the manner of his refusal? Or are you as I was on its first perusal a little chilled by the contents. I perceive by the earl's delivering the letter to me at a time which precluded all conversation on the subject that he feels Valmont's refusal to be unchangeable. Now, I dare not tell him that I have boldly resolved to take the niece of Valmont, whether her uncle pleases or not, because what he calls his honor would stand between me and my project. Honor will not pay my debts, Walter. So,

Starting point is 05:24:18 honor, hear you and I part. Goodbye to you. There. We have shaken hands, and the musty fellow has marched off on yon straight road while I turn aside into this. Invention aid me, Strategum be my guide, and do thou Walter plot, contrive, and assist to make me matter of this prize. Assuredly, I will be the husband of Miss Valmont, this have I sworn to myself, and this have I repeated to you, I read Valmont's freezing epistle, and I went to bed. Darkness and silence are admirable auxiliaries to reflection. First, passed in array before me my mortgages, my debts, and the diabolical stake I lost to Spelman, for which I have given notes that extend to the uttermost penny I can raise, then how gaily danced before me the visions I had indulged, while I sounded my father about

Starting point is 05:25:16 this hidden fortune of Miss Valmont, and while I reflected on the well-known wealth of her uncle. Ah, but said I, her uncle has refused me, has already selected a husband for her, and I shut my eyes, and sighed, Walter, that sigh proved my salvation, for it exhaled the dim vapor that had obstructed the operations of my confidence, my invention. Then how rapidly did my fancy team with plan and project. How did I reject one, choose another, till at length I called for light and paper, that I might cool the fever of my hopes by laying them bare to your inspection? I well know what you are, Walter, a compound of contradictions. When you should believe you are skeptical, where you should doubt, your faith is unshaken. And I expect when I tell you I am more

Starting point is 05:26:10 and more convinced, by the recollection of many circumstances and by the Earl's awkward evasions that Miss Valmont is her father's heiress, I expect, I say, that you will assure me I am deceived, and as to my resolution of stealing her, you will assert that it is a project idle, vain, and impracticable. Yet, were I now, to abandon the enterprise, you would wonder at my stupidity, would declare nothing could appear so certain as her fortune and nothing so easy as its attainment. Therefore, dear Walter, I do not ask your advice. I only ask your attention. Six or seven thousand a year. The lady a minor two from the age of six, and no expenses incurred upon her education. Think of these circumstances, Walter. And if you love arithmetic, cast up the accumulations of

Starting point is 05:27:08 all these years, and to make the sum total of my future possessions, add the 10,000 pounds per annum of her uncle who never had any other heir than this untutored Sibela. Would not such as some convert even deformity into grace, but they say, too, she has beauty. Her ignorance and barbarism, I will forgive for I can at all times escape from a wife, though I cannot escape from the debts, which are hourly accumulating to my destruction, marry a fortune, or fly my country. There's the alternative I choose the former. As to flying one's country, I know of no country in which a man may drink,

Starting point is 05:27:50 game, et cetera, et cetera, and spend his own and other people's money so easily as in that where being born rather of one parent than another, the delightful privilege becomes, as it were, part of his legal inheritance. It must be done, too, if possible, time enough to prevent the necessity of a last mortgage to pay the notes i gave to spellman i was bubbled out of that money but i was heeded and the rascal so cool i was unable to detect him it becomes therefore a debt of honour and some way or other pay i must shaw walter thou wert always a dunce at school and at college now art thou turning over the page to seek the parting scene twixt me and honour foolish fellow didst thou never hear their are two sorts of honor, honor of principle and honor of fashion. Honor of principal says, Do not steal Miss Valmont out of her uncle's castle and pay thy poor tradesman before thou payest

Starting point is 05:28:46 the gambler spellman. Here advances honor of fashion. What grace, what ease in her attitudes? How unlike is she to the awkward fellow who has just spoken and who without one bow, one smile, stood as upright as if he dared show his face to the gods? But hark, her malefluous accents steal upon mine ear. B, says she, the accomplished nobleman, for which nature in her happiest mood designed you. Exercise the elegance of your taste in the disposal of Miss Valmont's wealth, above all pay, spellman, or you forego among the higher circles the rapture of staking thousands on the cast of a die. It would be strange if a young man of my accomplishments did not know how much more useful and endearing,

Starting point is 05:29:34 a companion is honor of fashion than honor of principle. I will go and drink one bumper to the little solitary. Then I'll go dream, I'll dream that we are married, for I am upon honor there too. Adieu, Philmar. P.S. Since I wrote the above, I have given four hours to deliberation on the chances for and against my design,

Starting point is 05:30:00 nor have I found any obstacle which may not be overcome. I have not yet discovered the means. Do not laugh at me, for I think it no inconsiderable step towards success to have divined all the probabilities which may oppose my success. Tomorrow I go to the castle. Griffiths shall attend me. He was once your valid, too. Need I, a more skillful engineer, thank you, who knows what opportunities may occur tomorrow, a sigh, a glance, a word. Oh, but I forget. I am not even to look at her. says Don distance. Well, well, we will talk of that hereafter. Twice have I perambulated around the park, but it is so walled and wooded and moated that the great mogul's army and elephants might be there invisible.

Starting point is 05:30:50 Apropos, in the second of these circus, which was on yesterday evening, as I was leading my horse down a hill at the bottom of which Valmont's moat forms a sudden angle, I perceived a young man walking hastily up the narrow lane towards the moat. Hearing my horse's feet, he turned towards me, then wheeling round, he fled out of sight in a moment. In one hand he held a long pole and in the other a small basket. His figure was uncommonly elegant, and I imagined I had some knowledge of him, but there are no gentleman's houses in this quarter except the castle and Moncton Hall. The little valley where I saw him as unfrequented and scarcely passable. It is so encumbered with brambles and underwood. Woods rise immediately on the other side of the moat, whose shade with that of the high barren and

Starting point is 05:31:41 black, which shows its rugged side to the valley, spreads forbidding gloom over the hole. Who could this youth be, I wonder, and where could he be going? Adieu, Walter, think of tomorrow. into section 27. Section 28 of secrecy or the ruin on the rock. This is a Liprivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Liprivox.org.

Starting point is 05:32:20 Recording by Avayi in March 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 2, Letter 11, from Carolyn Ashburn to Siebella Valmont. I charge you, Siebella, by the value you affixed to my friendship, that you remain at present passive. It is a term of probation for Clement on which the coloring of your future days depends. More of this hereafter. I write now with a kind of restless eagerness, images, apprehensions, and even hopes, all finally resting on you, feel the place of soberer judgment.

Starting point is 05:33:05 This wood wanderer, this spirit, part mortal and part ethereal, fascinates my attention. I see him gliding through the paths you had trodden. The tree which screened him from your view cannot conceal him from mine. I see him listen almost breathless to your prayer. The newborn color on his cheek hangs trembling, daring not then to depart, and the throbbings of his agonised bosom

Starting point is 05:33:34 collect themselves while restrained, and give force to that sign whose utterance had echoed a thousand times in my imagination. I see him dart the ball forward to meet your feet, and then he rushes into the thickest gloom to hide himself, if possible, even from himself. This is no spirit of your uncle's choosing, Sibela, No, it is one who has refined upon romance, who can give, I perceive, as much enthusiasm to the affections, and carve misery for himself as ingenuously, as though he had passed his days under the safeguard of Mr. Valmont's walls and drawbridges.

Starting point is 05:34:17 He will protect, but cannot harm thee. In truth, I believe it. Go to the wood then, Sibela. See him, if possible, and tell me, did symmetry ever mould the statue in finer proportions than his form can boast? His eye in its passive state is a clear grey, its shape long, and the finest eyebrow and eyelash that ever adorned mortal face, not accepting even yours, Sibela, belong to his.

Starting point is 05:34:48 Hold him in conversation, and you will see that eye almost emit fain. fire. It will dazzle you with its rays. Or if a softer subject engage him, it can speak so submissively to the heart that words become but the secondary medium of his theme. Observe how his hair, bursting from confinement into natural ringlets around his temples, contrasts itself with the fairness of his complexion. Fair without effeminacy. His color is of a doubtful kind, for it retires as you perceive it, or suffuses the whole of his fine countenance, just as you had begun to lament that he was too pale. His nose and mouth, though somewhat large and perhaps irregular, yet admirably correspond with the harmony of the whole face.

Starting point is 05:35:40 You probably will think Clement's glowing face handsomer. I do not. Chase but by one smile and dissatisfaction of your spirit, and there will be a radiance, if I may so call it, beam upon you that my best art fails to delineate. I shall not underwrite the name till you have judged of my painting. Seize your astonishment, my friend, for I am no sorceress, and the sprite is too ethereal, too imaginative, to hold counsel with a mere mortal like me. To the means of his being with you, I confess I have no clue. but if you read my former letters, you will perhaps find mention of some few of the reasons and circumstances which incline me to infer I have discovered him.

Starting point is 05:36:28 You will find, though, what I am now about to tell you, for my heart only transmitted it to my understanding, where it remained to have its justice and propriety closely investigated. Yes, Sibela, wild, variable and inconsistent, as is this spirit of your words. I could have loved him if he would have let me. But his past, t'was a trace on the sands. Love shall never write its lasting characters on my mind till my reason invites it, and where hopes rests not, reason cannot abide. Clement's eagerness to cultivate our acquaintance

Starting point is 05:37:11 is by no means flattering. I have known him but a week. It was at the opera that I observed Lundy's eyes, dealing to the adjoining box with something more than mere inquisitiveness. Mine followed. A party of young men occupied the box, all known to me except one, and from the position in which the strangers sat, neither Londie nor I could gain more than an oblique view of his face.

Starting point is 05:37:38 Now I do acknowledge that even this oblique view gave promise of the whole being worthy of observation. Yet my curiosity lulled itself to repose till the Duchess the end, constantly of our parties, arose at the end of another act to gaze around with that confidence which women of a certain rank deem infinitely becoming in themselves, though we've perceived in a shopkeeper's wife or daughter, downright impudence alone would be called its proper description. Ah! screamed the Duchess, the Chevalier Montgomery!

Starting point is 05:38:13 Clement, for it was your Clement, starting from his former posture, bowed, hasty. and having carelessly looked on the rest of the party returned to his seat poor eye all flutter and palpitation eager to know if this Montgomery was the identical Montgomery was almost in despair that he should not avail himself of the Duchess's recognition but she was not to be so baffled with some trouble on account of the Nabob's gouty toe she displaced Sir Thomas and Lady Barlow and got close to the box. Already had she raised her fan to accost him with the tap of familiarity,

Starting point is 05:38:54 when I heard Mr. Hanway, his companion, say, Mrs. and Miss Ashburn. Clement's eye instantly met mine. A smile gathered round his mouth, and in two seconds he was in our box, regularly introduced by Mr. Hanway. For the first minute I was sure he resembled you. In the next the likeness became indistinct.

Starting point is 05:39:17 and in two more I lost it entirely. His face, with all its advantages of complexion, color, brilliant eyes, and exquisite teeth, has not a variety which yours possesses, though to say here that he is less handsome than any creature upon earth is almost a crime, and the lady's scruple as little to tell him he is a phoenix as to think him one.

Starting point is 05:39:43 We had scarcely any conversation that evening, for my mother and the Duchess vied with each other in their attention to Montgomery. Lady Barlow could not claim a share of him, though Sir Thomas immediately recollected Clement and renewed their acquaintance with apparent pleasure. "'Don't you remember, Mr. Montgomery,' said the Nabob, "'the day you and Arthur set out for the continent you dined with me. How much everybody was delighted with my nephew's vivacity?

Starting point is 05:40:13 That very day a gentleman said to me, Sir Thomas, and a very great judge he was, I assure you, Sir Thomas, said he, your nephew will make a figure in the world. If you bring him into Parliament, what with his abilities and his relationship to you, Sir Thomas, he may stand almost anywhere in this country. Well, Mr. Montgomery, when I sent for him home so much sooner than I first intended, it was because this gentleman's advice appeared to me very good, and because he further told me no time was to be lost. Home Arthur came, and I could have bought him a borrow the next day.

Starting point is 05:40:53 No, indeed, he said, he would neither buy votes nor sell votes, nor that the conduct of Parliament please him, nor could he. In short, he had so many faults to find and objections to make, that he out-talked me, and I couldn't tell what. to say to him but thought I he will think better of it and I let them at a rest a while and made another proposal in the meantime and had he done as I wished he would now have been one of the richest men perhaps in the kingdom yet upon my soul he point black refuses this too and talked as much of principle and integrity and I know not what as in the other case it was damned

Starting point is 05:41:37 insolent. And so I told him. No, nor had he ever the modesty to ask my pardon, but took it all as coolly as you can imagine. Well, and when I forgave him of my own accord, and behaved to him more kindly than ever, he has taken some new freak into his brain, and playing so many old tricks of late that I am actually afraid of him. Oh, never was such an unaccountable, said Lady Barlow. The ball night at Bath, added my mother laughing. His letters are algebra to me, said Clement, and I have been half tempted to forswear his correspondence. Last winter, said Mr. Hanway,

Starting point is 05:42:20 he made conquests by dozens. Some cruel, fair one is revenging, I suppose, her slighted sex, in love, no doubt. I believe not, replied Clement, and the conversation ended, for the Duchess now chose to talk, and never having seen this incomprehensible, irresistible, murder, she could not talk of him, you know. The party adjourned to supper at Sir Thomas Barlow's,

Starting point is 05:42:48 we and the Duchess the N, by a previous engagement, Clement and Mr. Hanway, in consequence of the Baronet's pressing invitations. Mademoiselle Lundy complained of indisposition and returned home immediately from the opera. She, as well as her friend the Duchess, had been acquainted with Clement in Paris, but after the first cold bow,

Starting point is 05:43:11 Mademoiselle Lundy remained unnoticed by him. No man could be more gallant, more gay, or unrestrained than your chevalier, as the Duchess persists in calling him. At the Nabob's table we met several persons of fashion, to whom he was already known, and by whom he was treated with attention. His person and manners are no trivial recommendations,

Starting point is 05:43:36 and the belief which everywhere prevails of his being heir to Mr. Valmont supports his consequence with its due proportion of power. I debated with myself to determine whether or not this belief ought to pass without contradiction, and, foreseeing many injurious consequences that might arise to Clement from the expenses and dissipation which it encouraged, I resolved to seek an early opportunity of conversing with and encouraging him to disown the supposition. No opportunity occurred during that evening, but here we separated,

Starting point is 05:44:14 Clement was engaged to dine on the succeeding day in one of my mother's private parties. I very seldom breakfast with my mother, our hours of rising and morning avocations are so different. However, I went to her dressing-room that morning, purposely to talk of your Clement. I spoke much of your attachment, to each other, and Mrs. Ashburn immediately declared she would take his constancy under her

Starting point is 05:44:40 protection, as such elegance and accomplishments, she said, as those possessed by Mr. Montgomery, would be assailed with more temptation than such charming candor and simplicity might be able to withstand. To Miss Laundee, my mother appealed for her confirmation of Clement's praise, and she either did, or I fancied she did, give her assent with a languor and inattention, not usual to her. I had no reason, however, to accuse her of inattention when I hinted at the change in Clement's expectations. For, although my mother suffered it to pass unnotice,

Starting point is 05:45:18 Mademoiselle Lundy thought proper to press questions on me relative to this subject. I resented her inquisitive curiosity on a point which could not in any way concern her, and, declining to answer her questions, I quitted the room. to join a private party my mother had invited clement that was fifteen visitors placed at a table covered with the most luxurious delicacies served in gilt plate and surrounded with attendance as numerous as the company mrs ashburn less splendid but more tasty than usual in her dress and ornaments was studiously attentive to clement declared herself his guardian and spoke with rapturous admiration of you sibella but

Starting point is 05:46:06 without naming you. Clement blushed, bowed, returned compliment for compliment, and, graceful in all his changes, assumed an air and mean of exaltation. Sometimes he turned his eye toward Mademoiselle Laundee. The evening had far advanced before I could engage him in any conversation. He then showed me a letter from your uncle, wherein, to my very great surprise Mr. Valmont desires Clement to be cautious in confiding his prospects or intentions to anyone, bids him study mankind and despise them, tells him he does not mean to limit him to the sum he has already in his possession, if more should be necessary, and advises him to be speedy in his choice of a profession. Talks of the value of disappointment, the blessings of solitude, the duty of obedience,

Starting point is 05:46:58 of his own wisdom, his own prudence and power, begins with the kind of appellation of, my dear adopted son, concludes with the stern Valmont-like phrase of, your friend as you conduct yourself. Here my interference ends. Hence forward, Mr. Valmont plans, and Clement executes each in his own way. Your uncle has quite an original genius, Sibella. Following no common track, he labors only to make a glare by strong opposition of colors, and to surprise by contrality of images. To Clement's murmurs

Starting point is 05:47:39 against Mr. Valmont succeeded a little species of delirium, for I named you, and no impassioned lover-like epithet was emitted in the recital of your charms. Whatever, Sibela, may be my own vanity and pretensions, I could hear

Starting point is 05:47:55 praises of your beauty from a thousand tongs without envy or weariness. Yet, from Clement, a slighter mention would have pleased me better. He is the chosen of your heart and should prize the mind you possess equal to heaven. An angel's beauty might be forgotten

Starting point is 05:48:13 when the present and future contemplation of such a mind could be brought in view. Alas, your lover is no philosopher. He laments the energy which I idolize. Allow me to indulge the percipient quality I suppose myself to possess and sketch Montgomery when my messenger, presents him the letter you enclosed to me.

Starting point is 05:48:36 No sooner does he behold that writing, then Sibela rises to his view in all her grace and loveliness. Could he give existence to the vision? That moment would be too rich in transport. He trembles with an exquisite, unsatisfied delight, and, while the senseless paper receives his eager kisses, he could fight dragons, or rush through fire to obtain you. At length he reads.

Starting point is 05:49:03 reads. Well, the same Sibela is there, she whom he calls the most perfect and lovely of all God's creatures, the same Sibela whose enchantments cast a magic illusion around the horror-nodding words of Valmont. The same Sibela, but poor and dependent, is now quitting those words forever and ever. She leaves behind her even the trace of wealth, and flies an outcast to Clement, who, involved in the same ruin, has neither fortune, fame nor a friend. Delightful expectations vanish. Torture succeeds, and the agony of this prospect to Clement could in no one instance be equaled,

Starting point is 05:49:47 except perchance by the knowledge of your being in the possession of arrival, and lost to him forever. I suspect there are some latent shades in this picture which will displease you, but remember, my ever dear girl, that early, even at the commencement of our intimacy, we reciprocally laid it down as a solemn truth that without full and entire confidence, friendship is of no value. I have said that Clement and you love from habit, nor let it wound you that I say so still, for I am willing to seek conviction,

Starting point is 05:50:24 and though I cannot be more candid than now, nor ever more worthy of your affection, while I am offending your heart to inform your judgment, yet if conviction meet me, I shall be more joyful by millions of degrees in owning I had mistaken. At all events, whether Clement approves or disapproves the intention, you are leaving your uncle and his castle now would be decidedly wrong. Your education, constantly in opposition to that which a dependent should have had, unfits you for entering the world without protection.

Starting point is 05:50:59 You have so much to learn of the manners of society that perhaps any plan you might form would turn out the very reverse of your expectations. Stay patiently, if you can, at any rate, stay till Clement makes his final determination, and then I'll tell you more of my mind. Be happy, my sweet, my beloved friend. You have it largely in your power,

Starting point is 05:51:26 and surely it is better to summon's fortitude and walk boldly over a few thorns, then creep through miserable paths to avoid them, or sit down idly to bemoan their situation. Carolyn Ashburn P.S. I have opened my letter, in consequence of a visit from Clement Montgomery. He came to me, Sibella, agitated and trembling.

Starting point is 05:51:53 Your letter had conjured up a horrible train of fears and suppositions, and he was scarcely assured the evil he most dreaded had not. already arrived. Rush, cruel, Sibela, he exclaimed. Even now, perhaps, your have forever undone me with Mr. Valmont. I reminded him that you had said in the concluding lines of your letter to me that you waited, though unwillingly, for Clement's determination. Oh, that is true, cried he, and tis my salvation.

Starting point is 05:52:25 Dear Miss Ashburn, conjure her by your love and my own to guard our secret faithfully from her uncle. Tell her she cannot judge of the destruction she would hurl upon my head if she were now to betray me. Tell her, I entreat. I insist that she make not one attempt to quit the castle. Will you, dear Miss Ashburn, undertake this kind office? Will you turn the adorable, romantic girl from her mad enterprise? Certainly, Mr. Montgomery, I replied, I will deliver your own message exactly in your own words. As to my opinion, I have given it to Sibela already. It is against her quitting the castle.

Starting point is 05:53:09 I should also have told Clement what were my motives for wishing you to remain with your uncle, had not my mother and Mademoiselle Londy at that instant entered the room. Their presence, however, did not prevent Clement from thanking me with great warmth, and the worst of his fears being, now removed, his countenance again brightened into smiles, and he readily acquiesced in my

Starting point is 05:53:33 mother's wish of his attending her to convey him to his lodgings to dress, and, as he quitted us, I bade him remember the purpose for which he came to London. Blushes covered his face, and he departed without speaking. Once more, adieu. Forget not the wood-haunter. End of Section 28. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Leanne Yew.

Starting point is 05:54:23 Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 2, Letter 12. From Janetta Laundee. to clement montgomery wounded pride bids me forget the cold cruel montgomery but fatally for the peace of janetta her love betrayed injured and neglected as it is still is more powerful than her pride i have seen my family stripped of their owners and possessions by a band of ruffians i have been left a destitute orphan and compelled to seek subsistence in a strange country compelled to descend even to a species of servitude yet how trivial such misfortunes compared with the loss of thee montgomery How could you leave me unjustified and unheard? How could you meet me as you did this night?

Starting point is 05:55:22 Do you never remember, Montgomery, the sacrifice is made to you by the undone Janetta? Do you never remember the hours of your solicitations, vows, and promises? And if you do remember them, can you thus kill with scorn and aversion, her who solicits you'll return to your vows with tears of passion, love and anguish? i did not fain when i pleaded in disposition to excuse my attendance on mrs ashburn to sir thomas barlow's for which in your presence and restrained by the presence of others from giving freedom to my emotions i suffered indescribable torture what dangers do i not incur by setting the messenger who shall give you this to what you're quitting in the party but you will not montgomery dear the lord montgomery if you do hate and despise me you will not give me up to the contempt of others my reputation is still sacred and but for you the peace within my bosom had now been inviolate i must see you i will see you montgomery do not drive me to desperation i have wosen off already let me but once have an interview to explain that cruel mistake of yours concerning the duke de

Starting point is 05:56:46 and when i have proved my innocence if you still bid me languish under your hatred i will then suffer in silence no complaint shall ever reach you should you again smile on me oh heavens the rapture of that thought be assured i can prove my innocence be assured you were utterly mistaken it was a scheme a stratagem for purposes i can easily explain if you will but give me an interview. The Duchess de N. is to this hour my very best friend. It was she who brought me to England. Alas! What a sad, reverse of situation is mine. Thus to sue with tears and entreaty for one short hours conversation to him who, but a few months past, languished for the slightest of my favours. Think what a preference I gave you, over the many who followed me with their size think what i was what i have endured and drive not to rage and despair her who is ever yours and yours alone janetta end of section twenty nine recording by leanne yew section thirty of secrecy or the ruin on the rock this is a librivox recording all librivox recordings are in the public

Starting point is 05:58:19 domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Leanne Yao. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 2, Letter 13, From the Same to the Same. Last night, I obeyed the impulses of an unfortunate passion, renewed in its utmost violence and weakness by the unexpected sight of you. i now obey the dictates of prudence and reflection and decline the interview i last night solicited yes montgomery i see evidently that i am sacrificed to some rival be it so i am content to resign you content to endure this penance for my past mistakes we will henceforward meet only as strangers i am resolved never while i again trouble you in any way nor ever again yields that delusion which has brought upon me so much misfortune and misery i have but one request to make and that sir is a last request remember that i am friendless and dependent be generously silent

Starting point is 05:59:39 you are likely to be on terms of intimacy in this family and miss ashburn is as severe as penetrating guard carefully a secret that would ruin me in my situation and to be in my situation and to be on terms of intimacy in this family and miss ashburn is as severe as penetrating guard carefully a secret that would ruin me in my situation and every service that gratitude can inspire shall be yours from Jeanette Alondi. End of Section 30. Recording by Lianyao. Section 31 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libri-Wox recording. All Libri-Wox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tavarish. Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick.

Starting point is 06:00:23 Volume 2. Letter 14. From Clement Montgomery to Arthur Murden. Mr. Valmont, dear Arthur, has sent me to London with five hundred pounds in my pocket to choose a profession. Be not rush nor hasty in your determination, Clement, said he when we parted, associate with such persons as have already made their choice, and have from practice, from success, or disappointment, learn the exact value of their several professions, but associate with them as an independent man,

Starting point is 06:00:56 one who seeks a variety of knowledge rather from inclination than necessity, and under these appearances, Clement, they will court you to receive their confidence. Even their envy of your independence will increase the freedom of their communications. And do you dream, Arthur, that I am practicing these grave maxims and hearkening to the jargon of law, physics and divinity? No, indeed, not I. The variety of knowledge I seek is variety in pleasures. My teachers are divinities, whose oracles more precious than wisdom, can lead the senses captive and enchain the will. Be secret, said Mr. Valmont.

Starting point is 06:01:41 Most readily can I be secret. I would have it remain a profound and everlasting secret, never to interrupt the delicious enjoyments, which now again hover within my reach, which I must seize on. I have not the cold ability to chase from me the present smiling hour of offered delight because a future hour may frown.

Starting point is 06:02:02 Pleasure beckons and I follow. I tread the mazy round of her varieties. Youth, vigor and fancy conduct me to her shrine the most indefatigable of her votaries. Alike, I abjure retrospect and foreboding, As long as I can find means, will I elude the horrible change?

Starting point is 06:02:26 And if the fatal hour of darkness must arrive, why, Arthur, it is but to exert a little manhood. It is but to remember that all the charms of life are passed by and boldly to plunge into everlasting darkness. Imagine not, dear Arthur, by that doleful conclusion that I at all dread the possibility of its arrival. for, on the contrary, I believe my dismission is a mere farce, as something with Mr. Varmont to very project and prolong inconsistency. I have compared his letters and his speeches, combined circumstances, and find them, though so various and contradictory, yet full of hope and promise. One cause of dread indeed will assail me, I dread the rashness of Sibela,

Starting point is 06:03:21 Could you suppose Murden that she has even talked of explaining the nature of our intimacy to her uncle, and of quitting his castle? Was ever anything so violent, so absurd, so pregnant with evil as this scheme? When I had read her letter, I thought every chair in my apartment was stuffed with thorns. Nay, I endured for a time the torments of the rack. Thank heaven Miss Ashburn adopted my sense of the extravagant proposition

Starting point is 06:03:54 undertook to dissuade Sibela and restored me once more to gaiety, courage and happiness. Yes, Arthur, established in my former lodgings, courted, surrounded, congratulated by my former friends, I want but your society

Starting point is 06:04:11 and the embraces of my divine girl to be the happiest of the happy. Thanks, Merton, for your silence on the subject of me, Mr. Valmont's threatened disposal of me. I am everywhere, received like my former self. Oh, had I met one repulsive look or supercilious brow with your servant, Mr. Montgomery, I surely should have run mad. Miss Ashburn knows it all, and I hate her most righteously. I allow that she is a fine woman, but her beauty is spoiled by her discernment. I will

Starting point is 06:04:49 wish Mr. Valmont would refuse Sibela, Miss Ashburn's correspondence. The dear girl is already too eccentric. Yet could I now gaze on that lovely face? Could I now clasp that enchanting, unresisting form to my bosom? Had she ten thousand faults, I should swear they were all perfections. Murder, you never saw anyone who can equal Sybella Valmont. Her charms cannot pall in possession. Ever a source of new desire of fresh delight,

Starting point is 06:05:27 adoration must ever be her lover's tribute. Arthur, I will make her my wife. Whom would you suppose I have, to my very great astonishment, found here in Mrs. Ashburn's family? No other than Jeanette Alondie. I first saw her at the opera, where I overlooked her with the most studied neglect, she quitted the party abruptly,

Starting point is 06:05:55 and then the Duchess de N informed me of the cruel reverse of fortune in the Londi family. Janetta, with so much beauty, she, who lately shaned conspicuous in fashion, taste and elegance, is now absolutely reduced to the mortifying state of a humble companion. Upon my soul I was shocked, and notwithstanding certain recollections, I could not help feeling a strong degree of interest and

Starting point is 06:06:22 pity for her. A brilliant party whom we joined at the supper table of your uncle Sir Thomas Barlow banished Janetta and her misfortunes from my thoughts, but, as I was stepping into a chair to return home after I had handed the Duchess and Mrs. Ashburn to their carriages, a man put a letter into my hand. The letter was from Janetta, written in the true spirit of complaint and fondness. She implored that I would see her, asserted her innocence, with respect to the Duke de N. And, recollecting the continued attachment of the Duchess to her, I was inclined to doubt the evidence of my senses and half-resolved to give her an opportunity of justifying herself. Again the circumstances came rushing into my memory and brought conviction with them.

Starting point is 06:07:14 I determined to contem and despise her, and steadily to refuse the interview. She spared me the trouble, for on the next morning, while I was dressing to dine at Mrs. Ashburn's, a second letter was given me in which Janetta, with mingled love and resentment, bids me a final adieu. At Mrs. Ashburn's table, Jeanette Londy had no rival in beauty. She enforced a homage of many eyes, but she received it with so graceful a reserve that those who would otherwise have been jealous of her attractions were irresistibly impelled to own her worthy of admiration. Toward me her countenance expressed nothing but a frigid restraint. Once I approached her seat and she found an immediate pretense for withdrawing, and shall I confess it to you, I was in a small degree mortified.

Starting point is 06:08:13 It has not been merely one day or two or three that Janetta has upheld her determination. I have been astonished at her inflexibility and perseverance. I have almost doubted that she could really love me and be so firm. Scarce a day passes in which we are not together, for Mr. Ashburn is extravagantly fond of Janetta, and never moves without her. Mrs. Ashburn selects her parties as I best approve, and consults me on all her engagements.

Starting point is 06:08:47 I attend her everywhere, and thus Janetta and I are frequently in the same apartment, in the same carriage, side by side, and considering former circumstances, you will not imagine, these can be very desirable situations. It occurred to me one morning that I ought injustice to make Janetta a present, notwithstanding her allowance from Mrs. Ashburn is really splendid.

Starting point is 06:09:10 Accordingly, I sent her a fifty-pound note enclosed in a letter, written as I think with delicacy and propriety. The note was accepted, but the letter remained unanswered. Two evenings after this, we were at Renelor. Where Mrs. Ashburn, joining the Olson family, Janetta and I walked a round or two alone. She then, with more coldness than I could have three, thought possible, thanked me for my present and hoped my generosity would prove no inconvenience under the alteration of my affairs. By heaven, Arthur, her speech was a thunderbolt. I was dumb for the space of many minutes, and then stammering, incoherent, blushing with shame and anger,

Starting point is 06:09:57 I protested her meaning was an enigma that I could not unravel. Hanway, at that that instance came up, and every opportunity of further conversation was at an end. And how do you suppose I aimed to settle the business, to prevent the cruel supposition from being whispered from one to another around the circles of my friends? Thus I did it. I took another bank-note of fifty pounds, and wrote another card, in which I alleged that I could only understand Mademoiselle Lundy's hint as a reproof for the smallness of the sum I had, before sent her, and entreated she would now receive this as an atonement. I acknowledged the whole was scarcely worthy her acceptance,

Starting point is 06:10:45 but I hoped she would consider I had less at command than in expectation. I added my fervent wishes for her happiness, but said not one word of love. Still I have no answer. How wantonly cruel it is of Miss Ashburn to throw me thus in the way of torment and contempt, No one but herself could have told Janetta of the alteration in my affairs. Tis false. There is no alteration. For have I not four hundred pounds in my possession?

Starting point is 06:11:19 Where are you, and what are you doing, Arthur? By heaven, I never think of you without astonishment. You whom fortune favors, you so highly gifted to charm, to be sacrificing the age of delights in a body. barbarous solitude. What upon earth can be your inducement? Your uncle pines for you. Certainly you must be either immoderately sure of your power over him, or desperately careless of your interest. All who concern themselves in your fate applied to me for the explanation of your mysterious conduct, and, finding I am no more informed than themselves, they tease me with their

Starting point is 06:12:03 conjectures. Come, Arthur, calm, banish melancholy in misanthropy till age shall have cramped your vigour and pulsed your faculties. Then cast your dim sight upon the flying pleasures which you are no longer able to pursue and rail and be welcome. But now, while the power is yours, hasten to partake, to enjoy, the wealth of a Nabob gilds the path before you. Beauty spreads her allurements for you. Come, insensible, marble-hearted as you are, to the enticements of beauty. At least come to interest, if you cannot be interested. Excite the sigh, the languor, which you will not return.

Starting point is 06:12:51 Be again as formidable as you once were, and let the meaner candidates who triumph in your absence sink back to insignificance and neglect. Does not the prospect fire you? I know it does. Or you are unfit to be the friend of Clement Montgomery. End of Section 31. Section 32 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libravox recording.

Starting point is 06:13:31 All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox. Org. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 2 Letter 15 from Lord Philmar to Sir Walter Boyer. One, two, three, or four pages by Jupiter, cried I, as I opened your packet, Walter, and I ran over the first ten lines with a devouring greediness, for would not any man have expected as I expected when I had so lately written you two letters upon the projects and hopes that dance in gay attire before me that your epistle must have contained comments innumerable hints useful and cautions sage neither comment hint nor caution could I find nothing but four sides of paper covered with rhapsodies which have neither connection with nor a likeness of anything in heaven above in the earth beneath nor in the waters under the earth.

Starting point is 06:14:50 Yet negligent as thou art still must I write on, my fancy is overcharged with matter, for I have done wonders, wonders, Walter. Yesterday at ten o'clock I talked with Lady Moncton's housekeeper, who once was Mrs. Valmont's housekeeper. And yesterday at four o'clock, I talked to talked with Mr. Valmont himself, turned back to yesterday and observed me, and Sir Gilbert's post-coach arrived with due state and precision before the venerable doors of Valmont Castle, accompanied only by my father, and attended by Griffiths, armed as all outward points like a beau valet, and like a skillful engineer within, laying weight to spring a mind for his commanding officer.

Starting point is 06:15:40 With measured steps, Mr. Valmont approached us three paces without the drawing-room door. He conducted us to his lady, who on a rich, heavy, and gilded sofa sat in melancholy grandeur to receive us. But the niece, I hear you cry, not a single glimpse of her, I suppose. Yes, Sir Walter Boyer, I have seen her. Seen her, why I thought, shah, what can a bear? baronet have to do with thought. Marked you her eye of heavenly blue, marked you her cheek of rosyot hue.

Starting point is 06:16:18 Do you still doubt? Then shall I proceed and fire your imagination with the graces of my goddess, all enchanting, nothing wanting, for I have gazed my fill, yes, on her picture. Why look you so, Walter, am I not her predestined lover, and has she not six thousand, pounds per annum pray madam by what artist was this portrait done said i to mrs valmont while the squire and earl were gone to visit the nymph of the south wing with my imagination stealing after them on tiptoe

Starting point is 06:16:55 not by any artist sir replied the lady it was the performance of clement montgomery it is drawn for my niece then she must have the honour greatly to resemble you you, madam, upon my soul, the likeness is astonishing. Up rose, Mrs. Valmont. Why, indeed, Lord Fillmore, though I never observed it before, there is something of me in the turn of these features. But indisposition, sir, the cruel hand of sickness has made sad havoc with my face, and she pushed a little backward the hood, which had almost hid her remnant of beauty. in short dear walter i dined at the castle my father saw the lady and i saw her picture my father says and so says the picture that she is very handsome

Starting point is 06:17:48 by the answers to a few questions artfully arranged to mrs valmont but more certainly from the result of griffith's steady inquiries among the household i learn that she is a mere savage and loves her fellow savage clement as she ought only to love me loves her fellow savage clement you exclaim not less strange than true walter and if you would no more listen as i did to the aforementioned housekeeper of all the youths my eyes ever beheld said mrs luxe mirror i think master clement montgomery was the handsomest and so affable my lord he used to steal into my room once or twice every day to eat sweetmeats when miss by or his tutor did not watch him but who does this master clement montgomery belong to said i to mr valmont my lord i'll tell you exactly how it was nobody as far as i know had ever heard of this young gentleman till just after the squire's niece came to the castle and then the squire took a journey and brought home with him a fine handsome boy and he gave a great entertainment all the rooms were filled with company and after dinner he led in clement montgomery and bade everybody look on him as his adopted son some people think indeed that he is the squire's blank mrs luxemere affected to titter you are of that opinion said i certainly replied mrs luxemere nothing can be more certain old andrew has lived five-and-twenty years with mr valmont and he can't deny beside if you were to see master clement my lord you would swear it he is so handsome and so genteel and is miss valmont handsome and genteel and affable mrs luxemere i know very little about her my lord although i lived in the castle nine years said the housekeeper with much abatement of her warmth mr valmont ordered both her and master clement not to speak to any one of the household and she never came in

Starting point is 06:20:05 to my room in her life. Master Clement used to come so slyly, and many a nice bit has he been eating beside me, when Miss Valmont has been roaming the house and grounds in search of him. She has a suite of rooms entirely to herself in the South Wing, and is waited on by silent Andrew and his death daughter. Where is Montgomery now? said I. Oh, dear, my Lord, you can't think what strange things have happened to him. The squire said, sent him abroad, and he stayed two years, and he came home, they say, so grown and so improved, it was charming to think of it. Yet that tiger-hearted Mr. Valmont has disinherited him and sent him to London to work for his bread.

Starting point is 06:20:50 Poor, dear youth, I know it's true, my lord. Enough of Mrs. Luxemere, it is true, Walter, that this dear and handsome youth was brought up in the castle with Miss Valmau. Every creature in it bears testimony to his good-nature. for he would not only eat sweetmeat slyly with mrs luxemere but he was slyly ride with the grooms tell stories with the butler and so completely elude the vigilance of the squire and his tutor that his contrivances are still a famous topic in the servants hall not so miss valmaal she never tempted the domenestics from their obedience nor invited them to familiarity by that sacrifice of her integrity i like this part of her character nor am i at all inclined to give credit to the supposition which prevails among the servants of her being deranged in intellect. A little too hearty of nerve for a countess, I confess, she roams. They tell me in

Starting point is 06:21:49 defiance of storm or tempest in the woods, nay even in the echoing galleries of the terrific castle at and after midnight. Some say she has conversed with apparitions, others only fear that she will one day or other encountered them, but all agree that while he was here, she adored Clement, and since he has been gone, she, to an old oak, for his sake, pays her adoration. We talked of this Montgomery yesterday at dinner. His being disinherited is all stuff. He is Valmont's idol. Valmont praised him to the skies, not what he is, but what he is to be when all the squire's plans respecting him shall be completed. Yet he has thoughts, it seems. Wonderful.

Starting point is 06:22:37 And cast to Mr. Val-Maw's mold, too. What are his thoughts, thank you, Boyer? Why, he admires the world, like a day, at one and twenty, but he is to be cured of this defect. Oh, yes. Mr. Val-Mau possesses the grand secret. He is quack royal to the human race, and possesses the only specific in nature to make a perfect man.

Starting point is 06:23:00 were i in montgomery's place i would wind valmont round and round my finger care i for the nymphs loving her clement thank you ne'er a wit did he win her by caresses i'll not be behind hand or were sighs and flattery his engine i can sigh and flatter too i surely the practice taught philmar may stand a competitorship with valmont's pupil in two in two months or less she shall herself decide upon our merits and acknowledge me the victor none of your croakings walter when did i fail of success where i chose to attempt it even among beauties armed with cunning and caution how then shall i fail with this unadvised this inexperienced damsel whom doubtless a man of less might than i could draw round the world after him in a cobweb should uncle valmont rave when i have secured the prize i'll send him among the tombs of my ancestors for consolation he loves family and there he may nose out a long list of worm-eaten rotten heroes whose noble scent can inform him that even the blood of the valmont may be enriched by uniting with the offspring of the dust of the phil mars my necessities are urgent walter the day of sealing my last mortgage draws near And if my invention is not more fertile on that account, at least my resolution is more undaunted, were time less pressing, I might grow coy with expedient as it is. I must snatch at bare probabilities, and in faith, be it the wildness of the design,

Starting point is 06:24:47 be it ambition adverse, or be the mode of what it may, I grow more and more enamored of the heiress of Valmont Castle, and more and more fearless of whatever risks I may encounter to obtain. her. Congratulate me, Walter, on my firmness, and believe me, in a very considerable degree, thine, Philmar. End of Section 32. Section 33 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libri-Wox recording. All Libri-Wox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Libri-Wox.org. Recording by Tavarish. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick.

Starting point is 06:25:34 Volume 2, Letter 16. From Clement Pongomery to Arthur Murden. I write again and again to your Arthur, and you remain silent, yet a fate so various as mine makes even communication enjoyment. Various, did I say? No, it was but my apprehensions that were various. The fate was certain, established beyond the reach of change. Mr. Valmont ever designed to make me his air and designs it still.

Starting point is 06:26:10 Yesterday brought me a welcome letter and a more welcome remittance. I am known to be your protector, Clement, says Mr. Walmont in his letter, and it is necessary for my honour that you should preserve a degree of consequence among men. Moreover, Marnie is the master key to the confidence of men. Use it as such. gratify their wants, real or artificial, and they in return will soon display the sordidness the ingratitude of their hearts. Precious doctrines these, and Arthur, I being wiser than the sender, have dismissed them, to keep their fellow maxim's company in a close-shot-drawer and my secretary,

Starting point is 06:26:54 where they shall rest in peace until I turn snarling scenic also. But the intimation, Arthur, the cash, Arthur, I have not hoarded those in a drawer. You hear that it is necessary for Mr. Valmont's honour, that I preserve consequence among men. Ah, dear sir, leave me ever thus to the support of your honour among men. I will not complain, though you preserve wholly to yourself, the felicity of being locked within the walls of Valmont's castle. I yield the building and am content alone to aim at preserving your honour and dignity

Starting point is 06:27:35 with the valued produce of its rich acres. This is the first time that Mr. Valmont's letter to me have failed to mention Sibela. Heaven averts the omen if it be one. Yet surely, for Miss Ashburn advised and I commanded, surely she will be silent. Merton, twas one of the blind mistakes of fortune

Starting point is 06:28:00 that Sibela and I should love each other directly in the teeth of Mr. Valmont's designs and both so absolutely within his power. Hey-ho, I have been just taking a view of her picture. What a divine face! Someday I will make another copy of this miniature. The hair, beautiful as it is, falls too forward and hides the exquisite

Starting point is 06:28:24 turn of her neck. How can I endure to conceal the greater beauty and display the less? Ah, should those lips, lips promising eternal sweets, ever move to the destruction of my hopes, should they betray me to Mr. Valmont, then Arthur must they never again give joy to mine. For however, Sibel's wild energy might inspire me, while reclined at the foot of a tree, to vow this and to promise that of fortitude and forbearance here in the center of delights, I feel that Sibela is as much a dreamer as her uncle. A thousand wants occur that I knew not in her arms, wants which possibly her refinements might call artificial,

Starting point is 06:29:11 yet to me is their gratification so endeared as to become necessary to my existence. Sooner would I quit life, then live unknown and unknowing. Misled by the power of beauty, me thought Sibela spoke oracles, while she talked to me of contentment and independence. Whither might not the thraldom of her enslaving charms have led me, twas wonderful, I escaped ruin, wonderful that I had strength to persevere in opposing her intent of declaring to her uncle the secret of that contract which crowned me with happiness, while it laid the foundation of a world

Starting point is 06:29:53 of fears. Could you see her, and could you taste the enticements of her caresses, you would wonder too? Heavens, how will my happy years roll on, should I become securely the inheritor of the Valmont estates? For then will I reward my fairest, then will I make her my wife? Oh, that I could find some magic spell to charm her to silence, to deaden in her the memory of the past, so that I might peaceably enjoy the present without torturing apprehensions to assail me of Mr. Walmont's discoveries, of Mr. Valmont's resentments.

Starting point is 06:30:36 But enough of the name of Valmont. Faith, Murden, my thoughts are never so near the castle as when I write to you, and the reason is plain. fly to my pen only when a cessation from pleasure threatens me with lassitude, and to such a cause I am frank enough to tell you, you owe this my letter. It is now one hour past noon, and I went to bed at nine this morning. My limbs acknowledged a most unusual portion of weariness, but the gay shadows of the night's diversions flitted before me in tumultuous rotation. I had moments of insensibility, on my pillow but not of rest. And, after making a vain attempt of two hours to find sleep,

Starting point is 06:31:23 I rose and ordered my breakfast. A thought of writing to you succeeded, for tempestuous weather will not let me ride, and haggard looks forbid me to visit. Mrs. Ashburn's fortune must be immense, and, on my soul, I adore her spirit. She does not suffer time to steal by her unnoticed. nor wealth to sleep in her possession. I believe her very dreams are occupied in forming variety of pleasures. Their succession is endless and perpetual. Yesterday and last night I made one of a brilliant crowd of visitors who thronged to Mrs. Ashburn's. Her new house was purposely prepared for this occasion, and no ornament that taste could devise and wealth approve was wanting to render it complete in elegant splendor.

Starting point is 06:32:19 A suite of rich apartments were yesterday morning thrown open for the reception of near 300 persons. It was a breakfast worthy to be recorded among the enchantments of a Persian tale, and every mouth was filled with applause, and still would the breakfast and concert have been the universal theme had not the more novel and splendid entertainment of the evening deservedly claimed the superior praise. Mrs. Ashburn's cards had also invited the company of the morning to a musked ball for the night. The musks began to assemble about eleven. Mrs. Ashburn had laid her commands on me not to appear till I judged the company would be assembled.

Starting point is 06:33:06 No small tribute this her command to the vanity of. of your friend, Arthur. She had chosen my habit. She had added to it some brilliant ornaments. I will be honest enough to confess that to the utmost it displayed my advantages of person, and Mrs. Ashburn believed the effect of the whole would be striking. I represented a wind mercury. My habit of pale blue satin was fastened clothes around me with loops, buttons and tassels of orient pearls, these, amounting to a value I dare hardly guess at, Mrs. Ashburn absolutely forced upon me for the occasion. Thus, resplendent, I joined the throng, buzzing whispers of, the mercury, the mercury, splendid, charming, etc., ran round the walls. But if the mercury

Starting point is 06:34:03 excited their astonishment, his own surprise and delight was doubly triply excited by the enchantment, by the enchantments, which seemed to take his senses prisoner, methought in the morning I had quitted a palace. What name then could I devise to express the fanciful grandeur of the present scene? Everything was new. Such dispositions had been made that the form of the apartments appeared changed. How the pillars, lights, music, refreshments were disposed, you may amuse yourself if taste will so far aid you in imagining.

Starting point is 06:34:41 As for me, I have no power of description. My brain whirls from one dazzling object to another and leaves me but an indistinct crowded recollection of the various beauties. Mrs. Ashburn was unmasked. Jeanette Alondi had shone a bright star of the morning, but what cloud had now dimmed her rays I could not with the best of my endeavors discovered. I detected the Duchess de D, and essayed to gain some tidings of the recreant star,

Starting point is 06:35:14 but she laughed me off without a title of information. Suddenly the bands of music make an abrupt pause. Everyone looks round, silent and surprised. A pair of folding doors fly open, streams of light burst upon the eye, the rich perfumes of the east, pour forth their fragrance to the sense. The altar of taste appears, raised like a throne at the upper end of the temple.

Starting point is 06:35:44 Rows of silvered cupids present offerings and point to the goddess who presides at her own altar. I knew her form well, twas worthy of the goddess. Her robe fell gracefully behind, loose from her shape, which a white vest sprinkled with golden stars admirably fitted. Her plumes waved high over a coronet of budding myrtle and the half-blown rose. Her cestus glittered of the diamond. Diamond clasps confined the fullness of her robe, sleeves a little above the elbow, and her fine arm borrowed no ornament beyond its own inestimable fairness.

Starting point is 06:36:30 In short, Arthur, who could look on unmoved? Twos'was Mrs. Ashburn's triumph of wealth, but Jeanetta Lundy's uncontrollable triumph of beauty. I have many times wondered by what charm Janetta could arrive at such unbounded influence over her benefactress, for certainly Mrs. Ashburn has a plentiful share of vanity and is ever aiming to excite admiration. How, then, can she forgive the,

Starting point is 06:37:00 youth and charms of her companion. In vain, Janetta last night assumed a double portion of that cold haughtiness of demeanour, with which she now receives my advances to familiarity. She personated the goddess of taste, and men would pay their loud and daring homage to the divinity. Mrs. Ashburn became picked. She spoke pettishly to Janetta, and endeavoured to disperse her admirers. at length she beckoned me from a distant seat to which I had retired, somewhat fatigued and dispirited, and delivered the goddess to my protection. We danced together, we did not separate during the rest of the entertainment.

Starting point is 06:37:47 This is as it used to be, whispered the Duchess D.N., coming up to the sofa on which we sat. But you, Chevalier, are so faithless, added she. "'Oh,' said I, fixing my eyes on Janetta, "'your grace misplaces that accusation. "'I am constancy itself. "'You ladies, indeed, who know the power of your charms, "'are not to be satisfied with the homage of a single lover.' "'Your insinuation, sir,' replied Janetta,

Starting point is 06:38:19 "'is easily understood, "'and if I am happy enough to escape interruption from the company, "'I shall take the present opportunity "'of freeing myself from your charges. the duchess will condescend to aid me i believe mr montgomery will scarcely doubt of the testimony of the dn duchess ah replied the duchess defend me from lover's quarrels For heaven's sake, my dear, do you suppose that you engross all the charms of tonight, and that poor I have no better employment than to shake my head, look grave, and bear a solemn burden to your serious speeches?

Starting point is 06:38:56 Tell this story yourself, child, and if the chevalier can look on your face and mistrust you, make him a gay curtsey and follow me, my dear, into yonder circle. When the Duchess was gone, Janetta relapsed into her reserve, and, had I not become extremely urgent, would have deferred the explanation. Yes, indeed, Arthur, I have wronged her most shamefully in my suspicions, but the story is too long for me to relate in my present record. I dragged through one heavy sentence after another, intending that each shall be the last.

Starting point is 06:39:34 Now, having by this effort brought on an increase of weariness, I'll even try what repose a couch will afford me, and then away to Mrs. Ashburn and Janetta. Clement Montgomery. End of Section 33. Section 34 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is the Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libervox.org.

Starting point is 06:40:12 secrecy or the ruin on the rock by eliza fenwick volume two letter seventeen from lord philmart to sir walter boyer say dear sir walter to which of the god shall my hecatom blaze a burnt offering behold entering within those gates i see the balmon coach i fly to greet the welcome visitants more welcome to me than gold to the miser than conquest to the warrior lie still thou throbbing mischief down down ye struggling expectations and let thee for once spiritless countenance of philmar conceal his hopes tis true boyer as as as anything that's most true here in this very monkton hall is mr valmont i and mrs valmont too and here i mean to keep them only to-morrow though to-morrow walter hail the dawn of to-morrow whips cracking horses flying and thy friend driving as fast as four can carry him into six thousand pounds a year. If you want cash, call on me any day next week, you being a particular friend I'll oblige. But to anyone else, Somerville now, for instance, or Nugent, it will be cursed, unfortunate, but I shall have had a hard run of late, or I shall be building and want to borrow myself, or there will be great arrears on my estates not yet paid

Starting point is 06:41:37 up. But see, here comes a bowing, cringing tradesman, who in my days of worst fortune has buffeted me with his purse, proud looks many a time and often. Really, Mr., the amount of your bill seems a little enormous, but I can't fatigue myself with looking into these matters. The steward pays you. I be not troublesome, and throwing myself along the sofa, I may probably still deal with you. Sabella, my dear, raise these cushions under my head. Pasha, child, you are devilishly awkward. There, poo, throw that gau shade of yours over me.

Starting point is 06:42:14 Sit down and watch, less Ponto or Rosetta should leap upon or disturb me. By the by, Walter, as I am determined to reform when I'm married and become an obedient, hopeful son and nephew, if Uncle Valmont should think, and pray heaven he may, My wife's, oh, Lord, what a shudder. There, tis a radical cure, I assure you, I seized a square piece of paper, and writing thereon in large character six thousand pounds per annum, placed it exactly opposite me, and the qualm vanished. Walter, you shall see wife written on my page, my wife.

Starting point is 06:42:53 Oh, I declare this scrap of paper is a charm of infinite value. If Uncle Valmont, I say, should deem my wife's education incomplete and desires to have her longer under his tuition, I will yield her up for one year or two, or twenty, if he pleases. There's forbearance, there's magnanimity, dubbed me a hero, sir knight, and place me among the foremost. Talk of conquering a world, indeed, why philosophers of all ages have agreed that the truest heroism is to conquer self. dub me a hero I say. I grant you this is all rattle, that is the manner, not the matter, upon my honor, and poor forced rattle too, but I must be mad, for I cannot be merry, nor yet serious. My gadding spirits are whirling this enterprise round and round without ceasing,

Starting point is 06:43:50 sometimes tossing the dark side toward me, and then, ere I can make one retracting reflection, smilingly presenting to me its advantages at that still time of night if my plan fail not when graves yield up the semblance of their dead my courtship is to begin once begun it must go on and the second setting sun beholds me a bridegroom close your door boyer stir up your fire and i'll tell you not now though for enter griffiths the gentlemen have walked out to the grounds my lord mrs valmaw and lady mungton are alone. Right, Griffiths, I understand your hint. My lord, it will certainly take, returning, shrugging his shoulders and laughing. The butler hates Squire Valmont and enjoys the thought of playing him such a trick. The lads will have to strip and turn out tomorrow. I doubt not for this day's frolic. Then I must provide for them. Tis our frolic and not theirs, Griffiths. Should our plan fail? It cannot fail, my lord. Well, well,

Starting point is 06:44:57 go mind you give more water than wine at dinner and now i steal from a back door make a circuit round the house and crossing the lawn join the dear good kind informing souls in the drawing-room you shall hear from me again presently walter i am gone in reputation i mean to seek the earl the baronet and the simple squire but in propria persona return to my chamber to tell you a story, a story of stories. The ladies were in the very heart of it when I entered. Luckily, I had waited a sentence or two outside the door, or I should have had no clue to bespeak a continuance of the subject. Mrs. Valmont was suspicious of me, but having persuaded her that I am a sober sort of youth, not at all given to hard-heartedness and infidelity, she proceeded, and I had the good fortune to listen with wondering eyes and gaping mouth to the particular account of how, where, and when, Miss Valmaugh, my wife, that is to be,

Starting point is 06:46:06 saw a ghost. Stay, let me recollect a ghost is, I believe, a terrific animal, dressed in chains, howling, shrieking, and always withdrawing in a flash of fire. Yes, that's a ghost. This was something more gentle and complacent. Mrs. Valmau makes nice distinctions. I remember she called it an apparition. of a spirit first appearing in the shape of an old hermit then in that of a young handsome bow first walking manlike into a wood next bouncing up fiendlike on a sudden in an armoury ay it was a spirit sabella saw

Starting point is 06:46:46 she poor little barbarian is no better acquainted with the qualities of an apparition than of a man for simply enough she complained to mrs valmont of the disturbance given by this said shifting phantom to her meditations. To be sure, Lady Moncton, said Mrs. Valmont, one must laugh at most of these stories, but we all know from good authority that such things have been seen. Indeed, I did not altogether credit the very extraordinary accounts I had heard of the disturbance the Valemal family had many years ago received from something that they say inhabits the ruin on the rock. And even when my niece, who in such a fair is ignorance itself, told me her story, I would not be convinced till I had sent three men's servants to search the wood and the ruin. If anything human had been there, it must have been discovered. The affair of the armory I only mentioned to my own woman, for I well knew it was impossible, that any substance of flesh and blood out of our own household could get into the armory. What can be said, Lady Moncton, but that it is to answer some wise purpose or other.

Starting point is 06:47:59 does mr valmont know said i surely lord philmore you must judge poorly of my discretion to suppose that i would tell mr valmont such an affair for besides that there is a shocking degree of impiety in people's disbelief when the thing is indisputably true he would torment the servants incessantly by sending them at night into those places and perhaps he might abridge the poor child of her rambles around the park isn't miss valmont afraid of being alone asked lady mungton afraid ha ha ha why she has not one idea lady mongton belonging to a rational being i assure you she is not afraid of anything well really her want of understanding is not at all marvellous shut up in that horrid abode i preserve a part of mine only by reflecting on former days the young lady's conversation then is not much relief to you madam said i no indeed tis her absence is the relief my lord mr valmont was much more kind than he intended when he ordered his niece not to frequent my apartments it is a thousand pities for the child has a fine person and is that is had she anything like manners and were not such an absolute idiot i do think she would be very handsome etc etc etc etc etc some frolic of master clement montgomery's i presume this apparition to be walter yet surely she is not idiot enough to tell of herself in such a case ha woman woman still whether in solitude or society i well remember the fellow i saw tripping near valmont's moat yes yes he montgomery contrives to find secret admittance into that well defended place and she contrives to find secret admittance into that well defended place and she contrived

Starting point is 06:49:58 a rare finely imagined tale to turn the people's wits the seemy sign without and throw a veil impervious as darkness around themselves and their pleasures yet hang it no montgomery said mrs valmont was abroad on his travels when this affair happened beside there is a degree of invention in the story which must have been beyond the capacity of so ignorant a girl hey day why i am anticipating eight and forty hours, and already beginning to feel myself accountable for my wife's adventures. Peace be then to the apparition's ashes. After the nod is tied, and I, my bride, are traveling homewards to receive forgiveness and golden blessings. I shall probably want something to keep me awake, and the child must tell me the story in her own way. Hark, the dinner-bell, my part in the plot will soon commence. Be content, Walter, to trace it, in its several progressive steps toward the catastrophe.

Starting point is 06:51:01 I have not patience to detail what it is to be, and then sit down to relate what is. Adieu for a few hours, so far, so good. Nay, better than good, the very elements have conspired to my success. Such a storm of hail, rain, and thunder, I never beheld at this season of the year. The darkness was tremendous, and Mrs. Valemans, shattered nerves,

Starting point is 06:51:25 felt its effects most powerfully, notwithstanding the pompous harangue delivered by her carospozo against such terrors in the midst of this scene entered mr valmont's gentleman who bowing reverently in a low tone of voice beg to know if his lordly master would vouchsafed to be drawn home by one pair of horses he came walter with six for that unfortunately the postilion was very drunk drunk exclaimed mr valmont did you say drunk the man bowed and looked sorry then ventured slowly to insinuate that he did not deem the coachman perfectly sober though not absolutely drunk he might be able to drive a pair of horses perhaps i shall have my neck broken cried mrs valmont then all my sorrows will be at an end together and you sir may be for once satisfied madam what mean you said the frowning dignitary the remedy was obvious to remain at munkton hall for the night was proposed to mr valmall with great earnestness by sir gilbert and my lady and at length acceded to by him with due reluctant solemnity mrs valmall smiled through her terrors. To you, Walter, I give a sober, straightforward history,

Starting point is 06:52:49 but in the opinions of my friends below stairs, I am fast approaching towards the honors, which the squires, postilion, and coachmen have already purchased. I affected to grow very frolics early after dinner, and am at length become, with the help of claret and burgundy, as properly intoxicated to all appearances I find necessary to the carrying on of my plan. However, I am not yet retired for the night.

Starting point is 06:53:14 Presently, I mean to descend, and give them such another specimen of my ability, as shall make my departure so essential to their repose, that they will not attempt to recall or disturb me. A messenger-boyer is gone to the castle to give notice of its master's absence for the night. He carries other tidings there also tidings to me of great joy. The servants of Valmont Castle are held in such, constraint by their proud master that to enjoy the pleasures which are permitted in other households they are ever scheming the squire's absence is a festive holiday and griffiths was invited by the butler with whom he has purposely scraped an intimacy to partake of the joy of to-day why the invitation was neglected you may divine by the messenger now sent to the castle griffiths informs the butler that as mr valmont is safe at the hall and lord philmar is to beaacred by the messenger is sent to the castle griffis informs the butler that as mr valmont is safe at the hall and lord philmar is is safe in bed, the night is their own. He begs they will prepare for mirth and gaiety,

Starting point is 06:54:16 bids the housekeeper and her damsels put on their dancing shoes, and promises to join them early, accompanied by his brother, who plays an excellent fiddle and is the merriest fellow alive. Such is the substance of Griffith's message to the domestics. Doubt them not, Walter, they will jump at the opportunity, and swallow my bait with all the greediness I can desire. It is now past nine, my pulse begins to beat riotously as if I were drunk in earnest. Poor, undiscerning souls. I have looked in the glass-boyer. All the uncertainty of my success trembles in my eye. All the tumult of hopes and fears sits on my countenance, yet these animals cannot perceive it. Would it were over? The scene is almost prepared to shift. I am

Starting point is 06:55:06 dismissed from the parlor, and as Griffiths tells them, am at rest. Now, I wait but his summons. He has gone to hint among the servants here the advantage he is about to take of his master's infirmity, and hypocritically to request someone will make an excuse for him, should I, by chance, awake, and ring my bell before he returns. The coast, securely clear, I quit the house, join Griffith's at the lodge and at the corner of a little town only a quarter of a mile from Sir Gilbert's we are to find Griffith's brother waiting in a chaise. This brother, who would not have been here if we hadn't sent for him, was only a common footman a week ago, but the two days he has passed at the inn in our neighborhood has transformed him into a man of property, and he does not choose to go four miles in the rain without a covered carriage. Had it not rained, he would probably have received a sprain

Starting point is 06:56:00 in his ankle or his knee, the grand business over, for which his assistance is required, he puts on the Fillmar livery and becomes my footman. I was going to say my wife's, but there's hazard in that. Gratitude may beget love and violently grateful will she be no doubt to the man that has helped to make her fortune. Walter, I am no coward, yet I say again, would it were over? I will put this paper in my pocket, I get undetected into the castle, I shall have many hours of waiting, and to write my thoughts will certainly relieve me during the tedious interval. I hear Griffiths signal, I come, adieu, safe in the castle, tis just eleven o'clock,

Starting point is 06:56:47 two will be the earliest I dare attempt to seize my prize, three hours, three ages, I may say, to undergo all the misery of expecting in every blast of wind, the destruction of my project, wind enough how it rolls floods of rain too a horrid and tempestuous night this we must procure some covering to shield her from the storm till we reach the chaise i will mention it to griffis that he may be quite in readiness i should be sorry were she to suffer by the storm's inclemency does she go unwillingly she suffers enough and going goes she willingly still she deserves not to suffer why thou cold whining philmar where is thy man manhood only the last stroke wanting and that the easiest to accomplish and thy scheme thy darling scheme is perfect thy very valet claps the wings of exaltation and sings the song of triumph shame shame rouse thyself cast a look forward philmarr yes walter i am here happily supplied with a lighted taper by the dexterity and contrivance of griffiths securely stationed in one of the best departments where even the mirth of the servants cannot reach me in a buzzing murmur. There is no hazard that any one of them should quit his diversions to wander among the mazy recesses of this mansion, and I do rejoice abundantly in my security. Yet, Walter, I may rejoice and feel the benumbing effects of this cold, gloomy

Starting point is 06:58:18 dwellings, too. These old buildings are admirably contrived to fix odd impressions on the mind. I do not at all wonder that every ancient castle is haunted in report. Another such night in another such place, and I could swear I perceived, shapeless form gliding around me. I listen one minute to the variety of sound produced by the gathering winds, and the next find it hushed to so dead a calm that the sound of my breathings alone interrupts the silence. Such, think of it, think of it, Walter, such are my employments. I wonder whereabouts this armory lays. Griffiths could tell.

Starting point is 06:58:59 The castle is amazing large, yet he, Griffiths is perfectly skilled in its geography. He described to me as became hither the situation of Miss Valmont's apartments. They are nearer to where I am now stationed than to any other habitable part of the building. The spacious gallery into which this room opens runs the length of the whole front, excepting the wings and the towers. Narrow, long passages connect the wings with the main building, and the passage nearest my side of the gallery conducts you by a short flight of

Starting point is 06:59:31 steps immediately, up to Miss Valmalt's abode. But this is not the road we are to take, because in a little room within that passage sleeps her attendant, silent Andrew, and we choose not to pass so near him, lest perhaps these resounding walls tell him of our footsteps. Ours is a more intricate path. The adjoining antechamber will lead us to a narrower staircase, descending this we shall cross some of the lower apartments and making a circuit gain the bottom of the west tower. From whence alleys and winding stone stairs will introduce us to the end of Miss Valmont's gallery.

Starting point is 07:00:11 Opposite to that, we must have entered had we gone in the straightforward direction. We deem it advisable to descend with our charge the same way and to leave the castle by a little door in the west tower. It is to be sure on the wrong side, and will oblige us to carry our burthen, if the young lady should not be disposed just then to make use of her limbs, so much the further. Griffith's brother is a strong, bony, dark-looking fellow.

Starting point is 07:00:42 Strength will be necessary if persuasion should fail, and I cannot spare more than ten minutes to try the effects of my rhetoric. I will enter first, and should a shriek of surprise or shriek of rapture, remember my person, Walter. Escape her, the closed doors, distance of situation, and sleep of security, will prevent Andrew from more. hearing. Indeed, should he malapropos interfere, it is only the extra trouble of binding him to good behavior. It did once enter my thoughts to bribe this old fellow to our purposes, but the attempt might have

Starting point is 07:01:16 wrought a discovery. Fearing nothing, he suspects nothing. Absence of all care, and a warm nightcap lull him to repose, and pleasant be his dreams. Ours all the hazard, ours the reward. I have promised five hundred pounds to Griffiths, and a hundred pounds to his brother, my share of the plunder is to them a secret. Now, though I allowed the damsel one squaw, yet I positively interdict any repetitions of the sort, and as you know, I immediately became the arbiter of her fate. The sooner I accustom her to implicit obedience, the easier it will be to both in future. Walter, I mend, my flagging spirits begin to bound and curve it, Oh, when we are once seated in that chaise and four,

Starting point is 07:02:04 which now weights are coming in a retired corner, not above a hundred yards from the other side of the moat, how will my imagination outstrip the speed of the horses? Does thou talk of pursuit, Walter? No, no, I mock pursuit. Supposing we get not away till three or four, we still shall have six or seven hours advantage in point of time, then the old dons won't dream which way we are gone.

Starting point is 07:02:29 They do not know what you and I do know, the great reward attendant on my deed, and sorrowfully remembering the wickedness and sinfulness of their own youthful hearts, they will unrighteously judge of me and sit down piteously to lament the loss of the lady's honor, whilst I, like a good Christian and worthy member of society, so far from diminishing,

Starting point is 07:02:51 am increasing her stock of honor for the honor of a virgin. and is but a single portion, whereas, according to wise institutions, the honor of a wife is twofold, she bearing her husband's honor and her own. Pray, heaven, the cargo, be not too mighty. Where is Lord Fillmore, says one of the party, assembled at ten, tomorrow morning to breakfast, in Moncton Hall parlor? Tell Griffiths to let his lordship know we expect him at breakfast, says the earl. I told Mr. Griffiths, my lord, replies the footman. one servant will always lie for another but he says his lordship is asleep this produces many pleasant allusions to last night's intemperance among the good souls and they go to breakfast without me now in the steward's room one wonders mr griffith's not come home a second wonders at my good nature and his faults and a fourth wonders i do not awake amidst all this wit and wonder another hour or two passes and then two or three more probably in the surmises a case by the discovery of my absence.

Starting point is 07:03:59 The servants of the castle, and the meantime, are employed in their usual occupations, not at all surprised that their visitors had quitted them early unseen, because it had been so intended by them. Andrew, indeed, waits Miss Valmont, summons for breakfast, and deems it somewhat tardy. He concludes her walk to be unusually pleasing, and eats his own repast in peace and quietness.

Starting point is 07:04:22 At length his thoughts verge towards the extraordinary, and he inclines to seek first. no andrew tis in bain you search no fair wood-nymph greet your eye no voice answers to your call i i assemble them hold your convocations in the great hall crowd closer and closer whisper your suspicions lest the dread ear of valmont catch the tidings that she is gone who shall carry these tidings to mr valmont not i not i not i answers every voice at once and up to the hall door drives his coach in six away fly the pale culprits jostling against each other confusion retards their speed and the dreadful secret is in part betrayed fie mr valmont fie don't swear don't call hard names can't you hear him walter declaring his rage and threatening his vengeance i can ill news flies fast mr valmont's horses are not unharnessed turn your eyes to Moncton Hall, see the squire enter, see the Earl turn pale, the baronet attempt to look sorry, and see them, as I before, observed, sitting in judgment on me, and putting their own black constructions on my innocent, praiseworthy intentions. Assuredly, Walter, could I have commanded

Starting point is 07:05:44 every circumstance in my own way? It could not have happened more favorably. Mr. Valmall's porter is ill, and has been removed from the lodge into the house to be better nursed. To go, grooms were deputed to take care of the drawbridge. Mr. Valmont, absent, we found it down, and down it remains now. With what art, Griffiths drew off the postillion while I got into the chaise, the lad had not a suspicion he carried more than two. I crouched to the bottom as they got out, and Griffiths whipped up the blinds in an instant. He gave me one complete fright, for we had agreed the postillion should follow them into the house to be paid, while I freed myself. Imagine how I trembled, to hear them discharging him on the spot and he thanking and wishing their honours good-night stop my boy at length quite griffiths hasn't thou got a wet jacket yes indeed master replied the postilion tis well soaked

Starting point is 07:06:41 why you griping old fellow this was addressed to the butler who had come out to meet them you grow as stingy as your master why don't you offer the lad a little inside clothing come postilion come you shall go in and drink my health in a bumper but first my boy lead your horses under that arch and they escape being wetter then singing he led the whole train into the back part of the castle now this thought of the arch was the luckiest imaginable for i had any of the grooms by chance stayed loitering about the yard the chaise was then so effectually screened, they could not have seen me descend from it. Turning on the right side of the arch, I crept along the front of the castle, crossed the inner court, and the hall door, with one gentle push gave me admittance. Had the door been fastened, I must have waited there till Griffiths could steal an opportunity to let me in. In this part of the castle, twas dark as darkness itself, but as I had been in this apartment

Starting point is 07:07:34 before, and came by the great staircase, I found my way hither without trip or stumble. griff i fancied nay i'm sure i heard a noise yet all is silent again it was like the creaking of a door and like something falling rats probably the midnight tenants of the mansion good god how slowly the minutes move only seventeen minutes and a half after twelve astonishing that must be hail surely i never heard rain drive with such impetuosity the casements tremble i could almost fancy the building rocks with the tempest's violence what wonders will not education custom and habitableness but accomplish. Miss Valmont, I dare say, feels no horror in listening to such sounds, nor tracing these murmuring galleries, lonely staircases, etc. I should not exist six months in this castle. She must indeed be a strange, unformed being. Her portrait that I told you of hangs in this very room, and on my conscience it would persuade me she is an animated, intelligent creature, but I know tis impossible. And now and then when the six thousand pounds per annum

Starting point is 07:08:40 gets a little into the shade, I anticipate fearful things. It is fortunate, Walter, that she has the advantage as a person, for on that account I shall have a little, the less reluctance in showing her to the world, and a little more pleasure in attempting to humanize her, yet I fear it would be but gawky beauty neither, and that I abominate, robust health, no doubt, strong limbs, hanging arms, a gigantic stride, and the open-mouthed stare of a savage, oh dear. I must be fond, too, I suppose, as we travel towards matrimony, but I don't feel the least inclined to fondness.

Starting point is 07:09:15 No, although I shall seize her unotired in bed, perhaps. No, not one wild wish or mischievous thought will enter my bosom, my pulse will continue to be evenly. My blood keep in its temperate course, I shall be a perfect anchorite. For me she can have no enticements. My merciful, do I dream or boyer, am I not in Valmont Castle? Did I not come hither to carry off the niece of Valmont, and was that bright vision, the Sabella Valmont, whom I have so introduced?

Starting point is 07:09:45 Hush, Walton, repeat not my crime, if thou hope is for peace in this world, or happiness in the next. It could not be her, her that I came in search of. Yes, but it was her. Angel, as she is in form, her heart is the heart of a mortal still. O Clement, said she, and spreading one hand upon her heaving bosom, sighed deeply, she addressed herself to that picture. Art thou safe, my love?

Starting point is 07:10:07 terrifying dreams disturbed my rest she saw me not for her back was toward me as she entered heaven preserved my clement said she again after a pause she would have continued thus soliloquising but i to gain a view of her face attempted to change my attitude my cursed coat had somehow got entangled in the chair and threw it against the table as i moved she turned around and i as in the presence of a goddess bowed lowly to the very ground she then approached nearer and my eyes retreated from the scrutiny with which she viewed me the examination lasted more than a minute and all that time i was racking my invention to find words to address her but i might as well have been born dumb i had neither articulation nor sounds to articulate mark me sir said she and i like the idiot i had been describing her bowed again mr valmont may bring you here may make this castle my prison but my will is free i tell you sir i am beyond your reach remember it i am beyond your reach and away she glided mr valmont may bring you here why who the devil could she take me for i thought mr valmont brought nobody here i am beyond your reach say not so sweet saint i would not have you now beyond my reach for a king's ransom if she should alarm the house walter no tis nothing she knew me yet knew me not defied me yet is a stranger to my purpose what can all this mean ha then it may be true that this frightful place has deranged her intellects certainly that is the case. She looked a lovely lunatic, wrapped up in a loose gown, her hair streaming at its length, and arisen in the dead of night, too apostrophies, to her own picture. Yet I am not deterred,

Starting point is 07:11:51 Walter. I'll undertake her restoration. Expect me in London immediately. I unsay all. I would not yield her up to her uncle. No, not for an hour. Is she returned to her bed, I wonder, oh, my moderation is given to the wind. The time draws near. I heard the clapping of distant doors. I cannot write. I can hardly breathe. they shall neither of them touch her i will carry her myself i could not bear to see their arms and circle the sweet girl i'll enter her chamber first her face they must behold but with the same zeal that i would feast mine own senses upon her other charms will i hide them from the profanation of vulgar eyes the great clock striking to has just filled the turrets with its sound griffith's has been with me their gayer sports have ceased punch bowls and storytelling succeed the dance and song their animal spirits drooping with excess and fatigue, their old midnight habits return. Mysterious tales of ghosts go round the circle,

Starting point is 07:12:47 and each becomes desirous of seeking rest, though fearful to separate. A few more bumpers, Griffith says, Will, at once, bring them courage and sleep. He bids me assure myself of success. Griffiths and his brother are to have a chamber in the front of the north wing. All the domestics, he says, except Andrew and his daughter lie in the back part of the building. Within two hours, my lord, said Griffith,

Starting point is 07:13:09 as he quitted me, your triumph is, complete two hours walter two hours of yesterday were nothing but two hours of this night now you do not know the length of hours boy or how should you when you come to this line my dear walter fill to your friend's prosperity my two agents are here the light is already placed in the dark lanterns not a sleepless eye in the castle but our own all even old andrew partook of the libations and resigned their senses to seal my triumph griffis has shown me a gag it will not show should be necessary should it i will heal those lips with kisses my lines stagger no wonder i'm on the summit now i only stay to seal this letter in the first town we arrive at after daybreak it shall be committed to the post go or send instantly and stop all proceedings on the mortgage adieu adieu rejoice with phil marr end of section 34 end of the second volume section 35 of secrecy or the rule Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 07:14:25 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick, Volume 3, Letter 1 from Lord Fillmar to Sir Walter Boyer. Dear Walter, two days have I allowed you to wear out your astonishment at my ingenuity, address, and perseverance, and to exercise your imagination in following me and my bride, from stage to stage of this admirably contrived journey. Does the novelty of the adventure wear off? Happy night, to have for thy chosen friend and bosom confident, one who can ever open the field of variety before thee, and who to cheer thy languid fancy removes the pleasure on which thou hadst feasted to satiety and places the pride correcting view of disappointment in its stead.

Starting point is 07:15:22 Yes, indeed, old Andrew will find Miss Valmont, where he left her, and I shall not be hanged for Ere's stealing. Don Valmont need not swear, and the trio will not sit in judgment on my deeds. I've had my day of rage, and my day of sullen's, and now in the calmness of grief, i sit down to tell thee that instead of being circled in my fair one's arms lord of her wealth i am yet a poor broken-down gamester and the guest of sir gilbert munkton hi ho had my plan been overturned when but half advanced or had this family or that even my father or her uncle detected me and torn her from my grip i had forgiven it but to be defeated in the moment of success by my own agents my tools tools for whose conscience and courage i had bargained such tools i say to be frightened by a black-gowned bearded nobody knows what oh tis too much I swear when I wrote you that letter, I would not have abated five hundred pounds of my utmost expectations for the chances against me. How could I foresee I should have to deal with a knavish sort of a nameless something who upon earth would imagine in a seclusion so perfect this girl could baffle a vigilant guardian, dupe a whole family, and with an art the most refined intrigue under circumstances and forms,

Starting point is 07:16:57 which sets discovery at defiance. Nature taught, too. But my story. Well, I described our intended route, and in due process we had crossed the antechamber, gone down the winding stairs, traversed the range of apartments below, and arrived at the West Tower,

Starting point is 07:17:16 without the single creaking of a shoe to tell our progress. But mind me, these brave fellows who had so amply ridiculed the believing souls of the castle for their stories, and their ghosts now began to creep closer to each other, and at every puff of wind that whizzed past us they shrunk in circumference. Thus, I tell you, we reached the West Tower, a tower long haunted in renown, and of which no apartment is either in use or preservation.

Starting point is 07:17:46 We entered a rude kind of saloon where we dimly saw mouldering walls and unoccupied pedestals, Scraps of its former carved ornaments were strewed upon the pavements, and here and there the faint rays of our lantern glanced upon an headless hero. The saloon was cold and dreary, a wintry blast crept round us with the hollow murmur of emptiness. We were treading ground of which the apparitions of the castle had for time immemorial claimed the undisturbed possession, and the panic struck hearts of my companions were doubtless, anticipating supernatural disasters when slam went some door at no great distance. Lord, Lord have mercy on us, cried Griffith, seizing on my arm, while his yet paler brother,

Starting point is 07:18:38 envying him the supposed protection forced himself between us, and I have still the misfortune to bear tokens of his cowardly grip. Enraged with the pain of this fellow's pinch, and the terror of being surprised, I shook him off like a fly, and closing up the lantern, I listened attentively at each door of the saloon, and became convinced we had heard only one of the accidental noises of an old and shattered building. Follow me, ye frightened fools, said I, and at your peril. Indeed, my lord, whispered both cowards together.

Starting point is 07:19:15 We were not at all frightened, and with a look expressive enough, I believe, for I was then mad with apprehension. their ignorance and credulity should ruin my project, I awed them into silence. I again bade them follow with the tone of authoritative command, and cowards are at all times most ready to obey. Our next stage, and last, except the stairs, was a winding, narrow, damp stone passage. The devil certainly owed me a grudge, since he incited me to enter it at that moment. Ten minutes sooner, and I had probably secured the damsel and had left the invisible night-walking

Starting point is 07:19:54 enumerato to sigh as it is now, alas, Walter, my fate and fortune. This passage was barely wide enough for three to walk abreast. I placed myself in the middle, and they clung to me with infinite zeal. I carried the lanthorn, and our step was soft as secrecy on my part

Starting point is 07:20:14 and terror on theirs could make it. Turning an angle of this infernal passage, behold there came sweeping towards us a tall long bearded figure in a black cloak and carrying a dark lantern likewise zounds what a howl from griffithus and his brother the phantom fled i pursued that beard never never grew on his chin walter he outran me and i could only keep him in sight till like a flash of lightning he darted through a pair of heavy folding doors i expected nothing so surely as that he had had secured them on the inside, and now grown desperate, I resolved on a trial of strength, but the doors gave me admission as readily as they had done to him, and the long swords, helmets, trunchons, and other rusty weapons and accoutrements taught me I was in the famed armory. Now Walter Heaven and himself only know to this hour what became of him. These eyes saw him enter, but neither eyes or hands could find him there. Four narrow casements

Starting point is 07:21:17 gave light to the armoury, and these were most amply defended by cross-bars of iron. That way he could not vanish. You and others may talk of nursery prejudices till ye are hoarse with discussion, and I will still maintain it was not in the nature of man to witness the unaccountable escape of this sprite without feeling his blood change its course. I honestly confess, drops of cold dew stood on my forehead, as I paced round and round this vast hall, holding up I lantherned every fifth step to discover, and endeavoring from each crack and crevice to force an opening into some other apartment. None could I find.

Starting point is 07:21:57 A fearful awe crept to my heart. I looked behind me and around me. Even the void seemed to threaten me with something undefined and horrible. Baffled in my search, I turned my thoughts from the phantom to Miss Valmont, and remembered with renewed courage that, as the sprite declined giving me an interview, there sprang no apparent hindrance. to my plan. Take heart, Thelma, said I to myself, haste, seek thy agents, and complete thy bold undertaking. No sooner were the hinges of the closing army door silenced, then I heard the passage resound with the audible

Starting point is 07:22:32 voice of Griffith's brother, repeating as follows. Unto the third and fourth generation, I believe in the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary, and impanthous pilot, crucified and buried, but deliver us from all evil, the Holy Catholic Church and communion of saints and lead us not into temptation to be a light to light the Gentiles, Father, Son, and Holy Ghost as it was in the beginning. Amen. I believe in. Charming, thought I, this will do exactly these echoing vaults will bear the tidings to Ms. Valmont's chamber, and presently we shall be all at prayers together. There was he kneeling when I came up, his face close to the wall, nor would he open his eyes, nor cease his unnatural jargon, till I had shaken, cuffed him, and actually stamped and swore aloud for vexation.

Starting point is 07:23:19 Verily night, the saddest of sorrow's sons must have yielded to laughter had he viewed the ghastly countenance this poor wretch exhibited, and had likewise seen the half-raised eyelid, under which he scowled a fearful examination of my whole person, perceiving I had neither saucer eye nor cloven foot, cautiously and tremblingly, he ventured to lay three fingers on my arm. I did not vanish into air,

Starting point is 07:23:44 as doubtless he expected, and the fool overjoyed to find me a real man of flesh and blood sprang up with open arms to embrace me. Desirous to elude the kindness I stepped aside. His clumsy elbow came in contact with a lantern, dashed it from my hand, and left us in total darkness. With the extinguished light expired my last hope. To go on was impossible, and who would not like me have endeavoured to wreak some little vengeance on the stupid destroyers of my scheme. Fortunately for them, and perhaps in the end for myself, Griffith's brother, fearing my escape, had seized me behind and gaining strength from his terror, pinioned me in spite of all my struggles and threats, till, as the price of my own freedom, I engaged to assist them in

Starting point is 07:24:32 getting safe from this asylum of accidents, apparitions, and harms. Do not suppose, Walter, that here ended my provocation. no indeed for griffiths who had lain extended on the ground since the black-gowned apparition first appeared venting sighs groans and tears in abundance doubled his share of my torments by refusing for a full hour at least either to be soothed or scolded into the use of his legs be assured i had left them to his repose but the brother would not take of his embargo till all the conditions on my part were fulfilled the door which led to the terrace we had opened ready on leaving the salis and thither i rather dragged than conducted them we closed it after us and then with a bitter curse i bade themselves and walked on before ruminating on my fatal disappointment and its more fatal consequences imagine what i felt when we came up to the waiting chaise horses etc money expended which i want demands increased which i cannot pay and so near so very new to well i will not think It was past five when we got back to Sir Gilbert's. I threw myself on the bed, but slept not, Walter.

Starting point is 07:25:47 At breakfast they, particularly Valmont, and my father, wondered at the alteration in my countenance. I muttered curses at their inquisitiveness. They doubtless thought it was blessings for their consolations, and kindly increased them. Not one syllable has Griffiths breathed on the adventure. We dress and undress as mute as mourners at a funeral. The brothers too much humbled by the affair of the lamb-thewed,

Starting point is 07:26:11 to appear before me at present eat he must be my disappointment what it may do take him into your household walter then if i catch a glimpse of future operations and find his aid needful he would doubtless double his diligence and call up his valour to retrieve a lost reputation order steel to go on again with the writings i will be in town to sign by the twenty eighth high ho one last sigh to the memory of my departing estate i why walter these fashionable damsels beat us hollow in the ease and gaiety of impudence miss monkton who arrived here the day following my disaster just now entered the library and coming up to the writing-table familiarly peered over my shoulder a lost reputation oh you wretch cried she snatching the paper from under my hand it is the volume of your sins nay i protest i'll read it and she actually crammed it into her pocket madam said i passionately i insist on your giving me the letter and i insist on keeping it is not a lady's insist equal to that of a lord madam sir come hither she pulled me toward the glass look at yourself guilty or not guilty ah philmar philmar from whom did you take your lesson of blushing but let me go let me go i die to read the story that i may know whether you have yet yet any chance for heaven. I don't perceive, Walter, why sex should be a security against horse-wipping.

Starting point is 07:27:48 Such a revenge I could have bestowed with a warm good-will on Miss Moncton, I took the next best in my power, and had just forced the paper from her, when in walked my father, and the lady withdrew. Would you believe it? The Earl solemnly asked how I dared treat with such impertinence, a woman of Miss Moncton's rank? Did I think I was romping? with some chambermaid.

Starting point is 07:28:12 Be assured, my lord, answered I, if I made a respectful distinction in this case, it is on the side of the chambermaid. My father looked his reply as well as he could, Walter, and walked away. Miss Moncton is a coquette, with all the finish of high breeding. She is elegant, though diminutive,

Starting point is 07:28:32 highly accomplished in exterior. The rest a blank. Yet her ease, grace, and vivacity would have claimed more moments of admiration. from me were not my thoughts perpetually gadding after this sabella valmall sometimes arraigning sometimes acquitting her but my heart has no interest in the motive boyer no she is quite an original formed rather to constitute the business of a life than the casual pleasure of a moment i should hate uniformity even of happiness give me the zest of an occasional hour of rapture snatched from a vortex of novelty women folly a blessed portion has miss mungton of these latter recommendations but seven thousand pounds can't buy me six thousand pounds per annum there's a bribe walter and if i must have a counterbalancing evil why e'en let it be the vice of nature rather than a vice of education and art ay but i forgot miss valmont has her art too and a devilish deep-rooted art it is and now dare i not with all my zealous wishes perpetually impelling me to the discovery yet dare i not spoil their pleasures to blast montgomery is to betray myself by my soul walter she is a most lovely creature o clement clement art thou safe my love what the hour of assignation was past no doubt happy fellow favoured montgomery who nightly turns the dwelling of horror into

Starting point is 07:29:57 to Muhammad's Paradise with this hurie, be in London to meet me by the 28th, Philmar. This instance has it shot across my mind to ask Valmont for letters to his pupil. The lad can't be here and there too. I will afford me a fine and safe opportunity of setting scrutiny on foot.

Starting point is 07:30:18 Adieu. End of Section 35. Section 36 of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rew. This is a Libravox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Thomas Peter. Secrecy, or the Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 2, from Arthur Murden to Clement Montgomery. Thou wilt make her thy wife. Good God! What's an implication? And his acclaim yet to be

Starting point is 07:31:02 enforced, I will make her my wife. How often, since I read thy letter, have I repeated those words, those despicable words? Trust me, Clement, I have no settled ill-will towards thee. No, by heaven, have I not, yet there are moments when I hate thee heartily. The severity with which I speak may dissolve the bond of our intimacy. Was it ever a bond of friendship? Carrying me back to its origin? de Murdon, said the good nature de Bois, I have a young gentleman committed to my care whom I wish to make known to you, and then he expiated on the greatness of your expectations, the astonishing privacy of your education, and the singular naivete of your manners.

Starting point is 07:31:47 Such as he described you were, and I neglected all my former acquaintance to run with you through the round of town amusements, with what enthusiasm did you enjoy, with what fire did you describe, no moment of disgust or lassitude of stay you. The existing pleasure was still the best, the greatest. All to you was rapture, fascination, enchantment. What had novel to me thought? How enviable and extraordinary! For I had partaken

Starting point is 07:32:17 of these pleasures without a particle of enjoyment, frequenting the resorts of dissipation from custom, laboring to compel my revolting senses to the gratifications of pleasure, struggling to wear a character opposite to my inclination, seeking in public to seduce the attentions of women, from whose hours of private yielding I fled with disgust, effectually removed from society which would have taught me the importance of mental pursuits, and living in the profusion of splendour, I almost prayed for once, for something, anything, that could interrupt the routine of sameness, that could make me cease to be, as it were, the mere automaton of habit. You charmed me. I longed to investigate. I longed to the source of your never-failing satisfactions.

Starting point is 07:33:02 You do not inform my understanding, but you greatly interested my curiosity. My uncle talked of my making the grand tour, and that was your destiny likewise. It must be amusing, thought I, to travel with one so volatile yet energetic, and such an arrangement was speedily resolved on. We travelled. Sometimes you complained of my indifference, of the cold reserve that hung upon my character, but the avidity with which you perpetually hunted after variety. And the readiness were with I listened to your descriptions, reconciled you to whatever

Starting point is 07:33:33 discordance you chanced to perceive between my feelings and your own. Am I not right, Clement? Was not this rather intimacy than friendship? While we viewed the Alps and Pyrenees, this sublimity poured into my mind a flood of enthusiasm. The laughing, as the French emphatically call it, country of Italy filled me with delight. But Memerick can often present such scenes with the warmth and vigor they first bestow, and even her attempts were oppressed by the multitudes of follies that perpetually assailed us.

Starting point is 07:34:04 I saw on every hand oppression, priestcraft, and blindness. Neither my tutor nor my companions were capable of stimulating me to inquire into the moral and physical causes of the evils I lamented. And perceiving only the effect, I concluded they were without remedy and dismissed the subject. To one point then I changed my expectations, and that one point was love. And here I keote and my fancy into the wildest hopes. I wanted beauty without vanity, talent without ostentation, delicacy without timidity, and courage without boast.

Starting point is 07:34:39 If I saw the semblance of any of these qualities, I hastened to search for the rest. Disappointment succeeded disappointment, without producing any other effect than to bring the visions of my brain before me with fresh elurments, with increase of attributes. You, Montgomery, perhaps happily for yourself, have been a stranger to this species of refinement. You could have loved anywhere, and the utmost stretch of your powers of imagination were not producing a faint picture of that life of never-fading bliss I expected to enjoy

Starting point is 07:35:10 when I should have found my ideal fair one, for whose tenderness I preserve my heart a sanctuary, sacred and inviolate. What then had been my faith, if, when the prototype of the ideal formed it burst upon me in existence. I had been the chosen above all mankind of a heart corresponding in all things with my own. Sir Thomas commanded me home. You I left without pain. To him I returned without pleasure. Yes, I returned home, and soon, it was men-clement, aye than it was. You say I advise you to forget her in other arms. Montgomery, why did I advise? And wherein was I competent to judge? Had you not already prepared other arms to open for your reception? How could I divine that she whom you loved was not of the race of those beings to whom you were constantly lending the abatithets of charming, lovely, exquisite, angelic? Not beyond a glance of transient admiration, nor a temporary delirium of the senses. Could they excite in me?

Starting point is 07:36:14 I sighed to find something worthy of remembrance. You sighed to forget the worth, the inestimable worth you are known. wearied with the importunity of would to God I could forget her Forget her in other arms I said Most readily did you yield to the advice For which, as you have justly said in one of your letters, you deserved It is your own words, Clement, you deserved damnation And what art thou doing now?

Starting point is 07:36:42 Now, even that she has sacrificed herself to save thee from despair That she has Let thy heart tell thee her deserts, But it remind thee that she is sorrowing for thy safety, preparing in mind and affection against thy return, ages of joy, of felicity such as never, merciful heaven, and thou art, seeking reconciliation with Jeanette Londy. Rememberst thou, Montgomery, the terrific and awful minutes we passed from Vesuvius?

Starting point is 07:37:12 Was not that a scene which, while it gratified curiosity and exhausted wander, made nature shrink with repugnance from the situation? yet, in all the horrors of a night worse than that hour, lighted only by the flame of destruction, with showers of thundering dangers obstructing my footsteps, yet, had I been thee clement, would I have climbed that summit, I and precipitated myself into the gulf of ruin,

Starting point is 07:37:37 rather than forever blacken the fair sheet of love, by sinking to the embraces of a prostitute. Oh, it is a stain indelible. With all great Neptune's ocean wash this bluish, Lord clean from my hand. No, this my hand will rather the multitudinous sea in Carnadine, making the green one red. I seek not to quarrel with you, Montgomery. Careless as to your resentment, but willing still to possess your esteem, I am not more ready to declaim against your errors than to confess my own. Yours are recoverable. Make peace with

Starting point is 07:38:14 yourself in heaven. Will I go not to expiate, but patiently to abide the punishment of mine. This is the last time, Clement, that mystery shall cloud my words and actions. In this very letter I meant to have cast it off. I thought I had torn myself forever from the enchantment, and that reserve and secrecy were at an end. But a strange, unexpected circumstance, the chance productive of benefit to those for whom I would, if possible, sacrifice more than self, leads me once more to that scene where my dearest wishes lie buried, where I raise it, where I a funeral pile of all my hopes of happiness in this world. T'was I conducted the fatal torch.

Starting point is 07:38:56 I stood passive and witnessed their annihilation. One day longer shall I remain at Barlow Hall. I only arrived here yesterday. I may be absent a week. Then I return again for a short time to seek in solitude a temporary recruit of spirits and resolution. Much indeed do I need them. You, I have to meet.

Starting point is 07:39:17 My uncle, too. all who call themselves my friends for with this emaciated form and mere emaciated mind am i coming to london and what is my business there to take an everlasting leave of yole to implore sir thomas barlow that he will allow me but a part of the ample provision he has given me here to supply nature's necessities in a foreign land i go abroad opposition and remonstrances are a feather in the balance i go montgomery to find grave. Life and I are already separated. I breathe, but I do not live. Sleep and peace are vanished for me. How swift are the ravages of an unhealthy mind, and who would not rejoice when the vague and fleeting scene shall have finally closed? But a little time Montgomery and rumor will say, or perhaps some stranger affected into sympathy by my youth will, as the least office of humanity, charge himself particularly to inform thee, that it was a sigh of resignation which

Starting point is 07:40:22 liberated the agonized so, and forever sealed the lips of A. Mirden. End of Section 36. Section 37 of Secrecy, or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Sonia. or the ruin on the rock by Eliza Fenwick.

Starting point is 07:40:55 Volume 3, Letter 3. From Sibela Valmont to Caroline Ashburn. Not write me one line. Did you, Caroline, forbid him? Prudence and safety required no such sacrifice. Last night I dreamt, but why talk of dreams? When waking miseries surround us, why need we recur to those of imagination?

Starting point is 07:41:16 Tell Clement if he meant the triumph. Tell him he may congratulate himself. I would neither could consider him. conceal nor deny, he has it most completely. Here then I remain, in full conviction that Clement has already learned a part of Mr. Valmont's lesson, I obey. Yes, I suffer myself to be commanded into acquiescence, against which every fond affection of my soul revolves. Tell Clement that, yet stay. Ask thy heart, Sibela, that heart in which love and disappointment mingle the bitter a poison which corrods the very vitals of thy peace, whether this is not the momentary effusion

Starting point is 07:41:52 of a perhaps unfounded resentment. Tell him not, Caroline, or if thou tellest him aught, and I do commit an error, O may the tear which accompanies prove its atonement! Caroline, I am incompetent to judge of his situation. Kierzen, tumults, may surround him, and add to the anguish of separation, and you, my friend, I beware how you judge him rashly. The tender heart of Clement repels every approach of harshness. While you seek to investigate, you forgot to soothe.

Starting point is 07:42:22 I detest your picture of my Clement's mind. Oh, how ill do you appreciate that soul, wherein the image of Sibela lives immovably, and eternally undivested of her sway by any outward form or circumstance? Tis true, indeed, Clement does attach to success and fortune in the world a value unfelt by me, who know it not at all, and prized by you. only perhaps from its more intimate knowledge but for whose sake is it caroline that he dreads my uncle's resentment that he would shrink to see me a penniless outcast from mr valmond's favour is it not mine tis i that am however distantly removed its effects from all but the discerning eye of love i am his actuating principle does he ever dismiss this one dear ultimate object from his thought tis because a lesser theme mixing therewith would degrade the loved idea again undisturbed self-possessed his ardent mind returns to the dear remembrance of past the still dearer anticipation of future joys when hourly momentarily they shall augment with the increase of years

Starting point is 07:43:29 o clement that love at one and the same instant created on our sympathizing hearts sustained with mutual ardor through the uniform but interesting years of childhood at length spurred on by dangers and denials and denials to form its firmest chastest tie? Is there a temptation on earth, or a horror in futurity, which could bribe or bid that love seek to extinguish its smallest hope, its least particle of enjoyment? No, no, never!

Starting point is 07:44:01 An impassable gulf is placed between that love and diminution. A chasm, wide, deep, immeasurable, as eternity. How dared I reproach my love? How dared I decide? I, whose mind is almost subdued by my situation. Think, Caroline, one hour heavily creeps after its fallowed hour.

Starting point is 07:44:22 Day slowly succeeds to-day, barely distinguished by another name. The sun shines one morning and hides his beam the next. Yon tall trees who bow their heads to the wind on this side today, may tomorrow wave them on the other. And here ends the chapter of my varieties. Night indeed brings variety amidst endless confusions. broken sleep and appalling visions create the ability of mind and body for the ensuing dawn it is but the fainting embers of my former animation that sometimes gleam upon the darkness of my soul and even now now while i acknowledge and reprobate my folly i could return to the horrors of apprehension could run through volumes of dire presages affirming while i disbelieved creating as if to be interwoven in my fate fantastic shapeless evils from which my better reason would turn and would pronounce the worthless offspring of misrepresentation and falsehood and why caroline should i be thus there is the question that as often as i impose on myself as often returns unanswered

Starting point is 07:45:28 i knew clement was to go and i know he will come again what is new in my destiny is delightful to remembrance it is the sacred union plighted by our willing hearts in the sight of heaven the confirmation the everlasting bond of affection which renders every blessing of this life subordinate, from which no change of circumstance could release us, nor not even death itself shall cancel. I heard Clement speak one day of some ceremonials, which would be deemed necessary to the ratification of this covenant, when we should enter the world. Methinks I shall be loath to submit to them. The vow of the heart is of sacred dignity. Forms and ceremonies seem too trifling for its nature. But of the customs of your world, Caroline, I am ignorant. I ride at intervals. A giddiness returns upon me continually, and air is the only remedy. The last time I quitted my pen, I was almost overpowered,

Starting point is 07:46:24 and could proceed no further than the great hall door. I sat on the step, and leaned my head against the pillar of the portico. It was not swooning, for I knew I was there. I felt a cold wind blow on my face, but my limbs had lost their faculty, and my eyesight its power. A chick ill-oppressive gripe seemed to fasten on my heart. My uncle happened to pass in from the park. He spoke, but I could not reply. I waved my hand, which he took in his, but while he pressed it, he reproved me in an ungentle manner for sitting on the damp stone, and exposed to the raw air. Tears unbidden and almost unexcited rolled down my cheek. He called Andrew, and I was born in, and laid on a sofa in the breakfast-parlour. After I recovered my uncle with a

Starting point is 07:47:11 kinder tone of voice, noticed an appearance of ill-health in my looks, and inquired into the nature of my indisposition. "'You are too much in the cold, child,' said he. "'Go, I give you permission to sit with Mrs. Valmont. I will join you there presently.' I replied I was engaged in my most interesting employment, that of writing to you. "'Ah, child,' said my uncle, "'how much do you stand indebted to my indulgence for that liberty?

Starting point is 07:47:38 I rely on your integrity that you do not in any one instance, Isabella abuse my confidence. I was going to answer, and began with your name. I know, said my uncle, what Miss Ashburn is very well. Your friendship to her was formed by accident, and without my concurrence. But I had never suffered it to continue had I not found something to approve in Miss Ashburn. She has sensibility and affection. That is all you ought to learn. The rest is the sad licentiousness of her education. I could have made her a charming woman. And as it is, she has too much feeling for the companion of women of fashion, and too little reserve for the wife of a man of delicacy. I am giving orders to Ross, Cebella. He is sending a

Starting point is 07:48:21 packet to Clement. Have you any remembrances for your friend and playfellow? Such, sir, as most befits a wife to a husband. Encouraged by the complacency of his eye, I threw myself at his feet, and assuredly reserve and concealment would in that moment have vanished, had not Mr. Valmont placed his hand on my mouth. Hush, hush, child, you know I will be obeyed. Happiness ceases to be a blessing, if disappointment does not proceed to stamp its value. Go, Sibela. Your fate in the husband I ordain for you may not be as desperate as you at present, perhaps imagine. Repeat this to Clement, Caroline, a thousand times. Let him fix his comment, and then judge of the throbbing expectation of my heart by his own. How insensibly my pen glides into this dear engrossing

Starting point is 07:49:09 subject. I began this letter almost for the sole purpose of telling you, I am no longer a stranger to the wood-haunter, as you call him, and I have travelled through these number of lines without his idea having recurred to my memory. From the night of the scy and little ball, I sacrificed the first of my present enjoyments, and entered the wood no more. The opposite hill, from whence is used the parent spring of the lake, forms a shelter to the little park, a spot of ground left in its rude state to produce furs, etc., for the accommodation of our dear. Twice a day, for Nina's sake, I ascended the hill. Sometimes she appeared instantly from the little park.

Starting point is 07:49:48 Offener, after I had called loud and long, she would come panting from the wood, but our meetings were less congenial than at the foot of our oak. Nina would bound that way, suddenly stop, and look wistfully from me to the wood, thus as it were conjuring my return to that beloved spot, where she used to share her fond caresses between Clement and myself, and spring from one embrace to be received in the other. One afternoon Nina appeared on my first call, and as I stooped to embrace her, I observed a folded paper tied to the plate of her collar. It contained only, Your wood is free, farewell forever. That Nina should become such a messenger, must be, I concluded, by the order of Mr. Valmont,

Starting point is 07:50:29 and the contrivance of a servant, for you, Caroline, experienced how inflexibly averse Nina is to strangers. Even to the domestics of the castle, I never saw her more complacent. I felt grateful for the tidings, though I smiled to think my uncle should thus continually strive to perplex and mislead my imagination. It was now near the close of evening, gathering clouds and fierce gusts of wind foretold the tempest. Instead of going to the wood, I returned to the castle, and scarcely was I housed when the storm burst in its most tremendous violence. You remember the apartment where my portrait hangs, and you have remarked the attractions of that picture for me. As the work of Clement, it is rather his image than my own. There I can vent the swelling

Starting point is 07:51:14 sentiment of my heart, and find an auditor more interested than the dispersing winds. To this room and picture I resorted in the dead of that night, to harmonize my feelings and collect my thoughts, alarmed and scattered by a twice-repeated dream full of terror and dismay. There I met a stranger. I looked on him intensely, for I sought to discover the likeness of the spirit whom you describe, I sought to recollect the features I had seen in the wood and armoury, height and form agreed with your description and my remembrance, but the countenance of this young man was devoid of softness, and I thought possessed little interest. He had vivacious dark eyes, dark hair, and a full decided bloom. The impression of former circumstances was still powerful in my mind. I remembered the paper,

Starting point is 07:52:02 by had found on Nina's collar, and I concluded that this person could be no other than Mr. Valmont's chosen. I addressed him accordingly. I spoke of the weakness of his endeavors. I defied his utmost power. Twice the stranger bowed in silence, but he never attempted to answer me. Early the succeeding morning I decided on going to the wood. Should it be free?

Starting point is 07:52:24 What a pleasure! Should the stranger be there? I had only to repeat, in a fuller manner, the sense of my last night's words and and quit him oh caroline had you ever loved but love itself without separation could not have taught you the omnipotent value a lover's heart affixes to time place and memory who in revisiting the hallowed ground of affection can describe that slow eagerness of step that still tumult of delight which restraints while it impels purchasing delay if these are not the happiest moments of life at least they are most worthy living for the soul expect into a new existence the body's encumbering mass seems no longer her organ even now caroline the charm returns infusing itself through every vein sending life's best blood in thrills to the heart and kindling pleasure into agony i cannot proceed will not clement write me one line another letter shall inform you in what manner i discovered him for the personated hermit is your mr murdon sibella End of Section 37.

Starting point is 07:53:40 Section 38 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Sonia. Secrecy, or the Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 4 From the Same to the Same.

Starting point is 07:54:03 I know not precisely where to begin, nor how, much of the adventure I told you in my last. Did I not say that, while yet at my oak, Nina entered the wood a little below the tomb, and without observing me, began to climb the rock. But I think I broke off before I had mentioned her swift return at my call, and the irresolution she betrayed by running backward and forward from me to the rock, and from the rock back again to me. Desirous to know what her manner portended, I arose as if to follow, and the way she bounded, taking the path up to the hermitage. she ascended much swifter than I could, she waited on the outer side of the ruin, till

Starting point is 07:54:41 I also arrived, and then bent her course round to the farther part, which, being the most perfect of the building, I imagined she had chosen for the purpose of sheltering her young ones. It is called the chapel. Standing on a projecting point of the rock, it is difficult to access, for the path is scumbered with loose stones, from one to the other of which runs in perplexing branches the twining ivy. High grass and clusters of bramble choked the wild flowers that shed the inviting fragrance on part of the lower side of the rock, nor do I remember ever but twice before

Starting point is 07:55:15 to have gone beyond the unroofed cell, where Clement and I, one happy spring morning, raised the seed of stone, and plucked away the weeds that new springing grass might mingle with our mossy footstool. There too we planted a woodbine, rose and jessamine, but the cell refused nourishment to our favorites. Foyled in our attempt to make the ruin bloom a garden, it had no longer for us any attractions. Nina's wistful look as she again stopped at the chapel's entrance now tempted me on, but it could tempt me no farther. At the stairs my curiosity, or at least all inclination to gratify it, terminated. In one corner of this small chapel where the wall is yet undecayed, remains a kind of altar. Some stones in front have fallen away and discover a flight of dark,

Starting point is 07:56:01 narrow steps. I concluded Nina had concealed her young in the vault below, for she would not return when I called. But I could not think of encountering I knew not what damp and darkness in the hope of finding them. Both suppositions were erroneous. The cell is superior in dimensions and dryness to those above ground, nor had my fawn any offspring there. This place, Caroline, was Mr. Merton's abode. Then she ascended, followed by Nina, and stood before me the original of your painting, and the same who once in the wood started from every appearance of feeble age into youth and vigor. He named himself. Miss Valmont, said he, I no longer bear a borrowed character. Henceforward, should you ever think of me, no, I am Murden, the friend of Clement Montgomery,

Starting point is 07:56:49 and the acquaintance, I dare not say more, of your Miss Ashburn. Already the victim of unsuccessful love, by all my hopes of heaven, I came hither only to seek your consolation. The world cannot find time to soothe a breaking heart. You in solitude might. But you have no pity, no friendship. An accident keeps me here this day, or I had now been gone forever. Do not, Miss Valmont, do not set your people of the castle to hunt me, for I am desperate. Whose victim are you? said I. Whose? repeated he loudly and wildly. Did you say whose, Miss Valmont? Then turning away and sinking his voice, he said,

Starting point is 07:57:31 ay whose indeed do you know added he approaching nearer to me that death is of icy coldness the eye beams no tidings for the heart feels no warmth such is my love to me tell me miss valmont what would you do where clement does alas die also oh brave said murdin with a strange kind of smile bear witness thou unhellowed gloomy mansion for one one moment of our lives are we agreed miss valmond i shall never see you more if i have created uneasiness in your breast by my strange visits to this spot forgive and forget it ask me no questions in some hour of less anguish than the present i will tell miss ashburn how and why i came hither another person there is also to whom i shall owe the detail hold for i was going to speak do not name him your last words were die also to me your last choicest blessed no no i will not hear you speak again this is our final interview in peace and safety miss valmont return to yo wood and when remembrances of love shall be no longer remembrances of happiness then die also and who caroline could outlive their remembrances of happiness i have placed myself one minute in the situation of this unfortunate young man i beheld a tomb close upon the lifeless form of clement and in the wide world there was no longer room for me. Murden descended to his cell, and I went home to weep for him. Will not you weep for him, my friend? And Clement, too? I feel you will.

Starting point is 07:59:14 Clement knows full well the value of requited affection. He will soothe his friend, but he will not ask him to live. It would be cruelty. Nina looked kindly at me, but she followed Merton, and since he quitted that ill-chosen abode, I often see her descending the rock. she even appears to mourn his absence and she looks around expectingly and starts at every gust of wind as she used when clement first bade us adieu either to you or clement i appeal for the further history of your drooping friend bid clement write be it only three words bless my sibela and i will wear it next my heart a charm to hold disease and foreboding at defiance my dearest friend farewell sybella valmont End of Section 38. Section 39 of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libervox recording.

Starting point is 08:00:15 All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libavox.org. Recording by Thomas Peter. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Finnic. Volume 3, Letter 5, from Arthur Murdon to Caroline Ashburn. When friendship and advice can no longer avail him, Merton entreats a patient ear to the history of his misfortunes. Intreat? Did he say? No, madam, he entreats nothing of you. He demands your ear, demands your attention, your sighs, your sorrow. And little indeed is that, though you are all of reparation, for the mischievous eloquence which first instigated him to become the poor, valueless object of pity, sighs and sorrow. to tell you that i love cebella valmont is no more than montgomery will tell you but he loves her in his way i in mine when present her supreme and every varying beauty

Starting point is 08:01:18 makes his rapture and till he has been a day without her he imagines absence would be insupportable absent or present alike she fills my every vein i love her miss as oh misery as she loves clement judge me not so absurd as to entertain hope although i tell you i am again returned to the hermit's cell offer hope in its most seducing form and still would i renounce it yes madam possession of sabella Where I, an atom less to her than she is to me, Must inflict torture worse than the present. Nor deem that I would dare assail her ears with my unespicious love. I have spoken in mystery, and she thinks I mourn a buried mistress. Alas! And so I do. Montgomery, what dost thou owe me?

Starting point is 08:02:10 Yet twas not thee I meant to serve. Therefore thou oest me nothing. Thou canst find happiness anywhere. But in my God. the circle of thy arms and heart, cent as the full measure of Sibella's wishes. I would almost, Miss Ashburn, as soon have rushed into the fire,

Starting point is 08:02:28 as again sustained the chilling beam of her eye. Yet I have come hither again, have endured this and more, to check the carnivorous meal of anxiety already begun on her cheek's bloom. I have been told, and have told Sibela, that instead of being a dependent on her uncle, she is mistress of fifty thousand pounds,

Starting point is 08:02:48 With infinite astonishment she heard me, and has gone to demand an explanation of Mrs. Valmont. I requested her to forbear naming me till I had made a safe retreat from the park, for Valmont is proud, insolent and cruel, and she bade me wait her return here, that according to Mr. Valmont's reception of the tidings, I, as Clemens' friend, might yield her my prompt advice. Yes, as Clemens' friend, she said, How well may I talk of endurance. When I first knew you, madam, at Barlow Hall,

Starting point is 08:03:22 You won my admiration and esteem, by the uniform reserve, Or I may say, repugnance of your manners toward me. I adored your disdain of a character I equally disdained, while I contemptively descended to wear it. And, though I could not instantly resolve to cast aside The unmerited fame of my dissentiousness, Yet you never moved or spoke, that I was not all eye and ear.

Starting point is 08:03:46 However, you might contend the abet of impertinence and folly in Lady Margaret and Lady Laura Bowden. One evening, you may remember, I abruptly shook off those interruptors who wore gorgon heads in my view, while they delivered their invidious suppositions concerning the lovely being, whose picture you had so animatedly given.

Starting point is 08:04:07 When your eulogium on Cibela Valmont ceased, I withdrew, flew to my chamber, and hastily locked the door, as if I had newly found treasure to deposit there in secrecy. I threw myself into a chair. And is not all this familiar to thee, Mirdin, said I, after a pause, has there not a thousand and a thousand times in thy waking and sleeping visions described a being thus artless, thus feminine, yet firm, such an all-attractive daughter of wisdom?

Starting point is 08:04:37 I, but I never personified her in Sibel of Almond, though Clement had sworn ten thousand fathom deeper to her beauty. I could make no more, no less of it. My head ached, and my soul was burdened. I went to bed and dreamt of a wilderness and an angel, and the vision followed me through the engagements of the succeeding day. Whether it was that I more industriously fought it than formally I know not, but soon an opportunity arose of conversing with you alone, it was easy to lead to a theme wherein your affections for as much engaged as my curiosity, and I heard every interest in particular of her mind, manners and seclusion. Her love of Clement Montgomery was also remembered. To me his love of her never bore any striking features, and, somehow, hers to him

Starting point is 08:05:25 seldom and chuted amidst my chimeras. Strange wishes arose, tremulous expectations. It is all curiosity, said I, and to overcome the obstacles that forbid thy knowledge of this phoenix is worthy the labour of ingenuity. When you, madam, took a-matter-a-lawful. When you, madam, took the road to Bath, I unattended cross the country to Valmont Castle. Three days I passed in reviving and rejecting the scheme, and during that time had stationed myself at a farmhouse within a mile of Valmont. In the farmer, I recognised an old schoolfellow of my days of humility, and one whom I loved dearly too, before my uncle was a Nabob. We met each other with an appearance of restraint and embarrassment. I certainly conscious of an unjust neglect of him, he, perhaps secretly despising the man

Starting point is 08:06:12 who preferred wealth to honesty. But reparation was then in my power, and the very critical moment at hand. Farmer Richardson is rather given to endure than to complain. His simple statement of a few facts, which led to the service I rendered him, contained no invective. He told me he was an unfortunate man, to be sure, but Mr. Valmont was not obliged to know that. As to family concerns that the castle, after which I inquired, he said, he had occasionally heard more than he chose to relate, that the squire was perhaps proud and capricious,

Starting point is 08:06:44 but he might have reasons for his conduct, let every man act according to his own conscience, and the Lord have mercy on the greatest sinner. Such is Honest Richardson's creed. The farmer's taciturnity was amply contrasted by the loquacity of his hind, formerly a domestic at the castle, and suddenly discharged with that pride in petulance

Starting point is 08:07:04 for which its owner is famed. John Thomas dwelt at Vermont Castle when Clement Montgomery was adopted, when Miss Valmont was brought to thither. And though I always made him begin there, he constantly found means to shift his ground to the ancient mysteries of the domain. A sinful Lord turned penitent, enjoying to find money and materials for the structure, it pleased the neighbouring society of devout fathers to erect on the rock within the park. It was further necessary to salvation that this hermitage should be endowed on two of the most holy monks of the brotherhood, who would undertake to live longest by prayer and fire.

Starting point is 08:07:38 The event proved the choice admirably founded. Without the adventitious aid of victuals and drink, they dwelt, I know not, what number of years in this practice of piety, saw the society from whence they came broken and dispersed, and peaceably ended their days in the hermitage. Selfish fellows, are these saints, according to John Thomas, for dead they will not yield possession to the living but, revisit still the glimpses of the moon, making night horrible. I say to gain information concerning Miss Valmont, and John Thomas's deduction from the little he had seen, and the more he had heard was, that Miss had not a right understanding. He always thought master Montgomery better natured of the two, and he would be a fine fortune when he came back from foreign countries. Legends of the haunted ruin, on which John Thomas delighted to dwell, first suggested to mere Hermit's disguise. Already, Miss Ashpen, you contemned the romance of my scheme, and, and its practicability seems impossible in expectation. Experience taught me how much a little ingenuity and great perseverance will affect. In all cases, whether right or wrong, jointly they can almost work miracles. Early misfortunes, a life of hard labour and little profit, had blunt that quickness of sensation in Farmer Richardson, which might have led him to

Starting point is 08:08:57 conjecture something mysterious of me. If I was there to claim my meals, it was well, if not "'Twas the same. I contrived to evade all inquiries into my absence, whether it were of the night or day, by fixing on myself the character of an eccentric, whimsical solitary. Ah, Miss Ashpen, I smiled to observe the precaution and industry wherewith I wrought my wretchedness. You allow me to be my newt I know, for I know your sympathy and sincerity. How this recapitulation of events has beguiled from me the consciousness of passing time, in this underground cell where no rail the sun's light ever penetrated, have I, by my solitary lamp, counted the lagging moments throughout a day. He are now living over again in remembrance that preparatory fortnight when I was at Farmer Richardson's was only restless. I have suffered hours to go by, without any additional torment of suspended expectation. Sibela is not returned. I thought I heard the sound of a feat in the chapel above, but when I ascended she was not there. I went on to the other side, but darkness has enveloped the castle,

Starting point is 08:10:02 Wooden Park. I shall not see her tonight, then. Mr. Valmont may be, from home, occupied or engaged, and she cannot gain in hearing. Nina, too, has quitted me, yet I am less alone than heretofore. The spirit of your friendship hovers round me.

Starting point is 08:10:17 Be my friend, Miss Ashburn, while existence cleaves to me, and, when I am gone, double the portion of your love to Saba. Ah, me! My heart is strange forebodings that she will greatly need it. A continuation of my narrative shall amuse the sleepless night.

Starting point is 08:10:35 Who will dispute that my claim to saintship is not more incontestable than that of the former fasting inhabitants of this mansion? The holy monks by the mysterious passages into the castle could, and assuredly did indemnify themselves at night for the forbearance of the day. But I, who have learned in this cell and its environs to banish sleep, one of nature's greatest wants, where shall I see the lulling medicine which can steal me from self? can anticipate the tomb. During the fortnight priest to my first thing, Miss Valmont, I reconnoit her day after day every inch of ground around the moat, and a first circuit shown me that immediately beside the rock the moat,

Starting point is 08:11:12 forming an angle is not above a third part as broad as in any other place. This, of course, rendered it much easier to cross, but that facility was more than counterbalanced by the abruptness of the bank on the side next the lane, and the slippery steepness of the rock on the park side. still this seemed the place, from its great privacy and difficulty of access, by which I must enter. Never but once did I see any creature approach it, and then I saw a gentleman on the opposite hill, who seemed to have lost his way. The exactness and solicitude of my observations at length pointed

Starting point is 08:11:44 out a tolerable and easy method of descending the bank, for I perceive stumps of trees irregularly, but artfully disposed, which I dare believe had been either purposely placed, or purposely left there for the climate's assistance. At first this surprised me. However, the whole business was fully explained. When measuring the depth of the moat in separate places, I discovered, and blessed the stintly contrivance at the starving monks, a mound raised across the moat, about two feet below its surface,

Starting point is 08:12:12 on which large pieces of the rock were thrown, their edges just covered with water, so that with the assistance of my pole I could pass from one to the other, suffering a little more inconvenience than a wet shoe. Forerunners of your worthy successor, exclaimed I. Thankfully I received the benefit of your lay. Your work, no doubt, is perfect in ingenuity. I shall tread in your steps up the mountain's rugged side, and nightly visit my shrine as you nightly deserted yours.

Starting point is 08:12:40 Yes, Miss Ashburn, the ascent was attainable, and though time has destroyed some of the useful works of the Holy Fathers, yet here and there, particularly in the more abrupt parts of the rock, I found steps formed. By diligent heed of these and other aids, I certainly gained the only path by which I could have reached my destiny, It brought me on the back of the hermitage to the chapel's entrance, which if you have at all noticed its situation, you will recollect to be so placed that anyone may enter it without being discovered from the wood, or even from the park side of the rock. I will not tell—no, I cannot tell you the swelling joy with which I hailed myself master of the ruin.

Starting point is 08:13:19 It commands no prospect, save of the woodpath where Stance Valmont's monument, and a dearer object, Sybella's oak. yet I bent my eager view through the chapel's cracked wall and bade the winds bear to the castle's owner my proud defiance. This, my first visit, performed at twilight, was only a visit of inspection.

Starting point is 08:13:39 I discovered the stairs under the altar, but deemed it at least improper, if not dangerous, to explore them without light. All my apparatus was forthwith conveyed to the moat's edge, where rushes afforded them in hiding-place, till I'd carried them to my station.

Starting point is 08:13:54 A few biscuits alone was my provender, but for the supply of my dark lantern I was abundantly careful. No monarch ever ascended a throne with more bounting exultation than that which filled my breast when I took possession of this lower cell. The next day I saw her. Good God and you have seen her too, at the foot of her oak, her flowing hair, her modest drapery, a model for the sculptor, a vision for the poet,

Starting point is 08:14:21 I became neither. Were I to live ages I could never describe her, for when her image is most perfect with me I have neither powers of mind nor the common faculties of nature. The overwhelming sensation sinks me to the earth. Montgomery! She may live in thy imagination, but not in thy heart as in mine. Surely I grow teaties in detail. These occurrences were few, yet they swell in relation.

Starting point is 08:14:47 Three days elapsed, dear, she came again to her wood. Doubtless, madam, you have already heard of our conversation. She feared me not. She left me to inform Mr. Valmont. In the first moment of our intercourse I saw the firmness of her character. I saw she knew not how to threaten. She could only reason and resolve.

Starting point is 08:15:05 I did not quit the hermitage in daylight, but I could provide for my safety within it. Walking backward and forward in myself for exercise, one stone of the flooring had constantly resounded under my footsteps, and as I trod harder it appeared loosened from the rest. A grave or a treasure, said I, and I raised a stone. There was only a flight of storking. steps, three times as wide as those descending from the chapel. As I now trod the ground of mystery,

Starting point is 08:15:29 this discovery excite in no surprise, and, imagining myself securely and conveniently stationed in the cell, I had not the smallest inclination to explore further, till hearing the voices of people on the rock, who I doubted not were coming in search of me, I committed myself with my lantern to this subterraneous passage, finding it well arched, dry and wide, curiosity led me on, for I no sooner I discovered it, then I conjectured its secret communication with some apartment of the castle. It is unnecessary, Miss Ashburn, to dwell on the construction of this passage, its ascends and descends, windings, etc. suffice it to say that it seemed a journey of infinite length, that the crumbling fragments of one broken arch had now forbidden my progress. And finally that,

Starting point is 08:16:13 this difficulty overcome, a sliding panel of oak incomparably fitted, gave me admission into the armoury. From amidst the surrounding trophies of honour, I had, snatched a sword, determined therewith to defend myself against any direct attack. In the armoury I remained all that night, for I thought it possible that someone might be stationed to watch for me in the cell. Shall I not tell you that a feeling which surmounted my apprehensions of discovery chained me to the armoury? I was under the same roof of Sibela. The first dawlings of Morn burst imperfectly through the high and grated casements, and I heard the creaking door of the armoury begin to open. I darted through my panel, but the panel

Starting point is 08:16:52 shut heavily and with noise. Some person had already entered the armoury ere the panel was quite closed. I shuddered for the consequences that might ensue, and I retreated a few steps, and grasped my sword. I heard the person in the armoury walk, and several times passed the panel. The step was light and gentle. I heard a sigh. My heart shook the prompt alarm. I looked for the crevice. It was. I'd almost said, my sabella. No. Montgomery, Sibela. I forced back the panel, flew to her, trembled, spoke, was wild, vehement, and perhaps utterly unintelligible. And here let me pause, Miss Ashman, to remark how strongly I discovered in her mind I had pictured and panted to possess. When I first approached her in the wood, torturing under her Homer's disguise, I could perceive, as it were, her collecting spirits embody themselves to repel my fraud. "'It matters little to me,' said she, "'who or what you are, since I will know you cannot be what she would seem. "'Conscious rectitude forbade her to fear me.

Starting point is 08:17:59 "'It forbade her to mix me with her ideas in one shape. "'All her all prevalent love forbade it in another. "'I saw her once, when the time, the place, the circumstance, "'would have appalled me into agony. "'When, unseen, I echoed her bursting sigh from behind the monument, "'I saw her a moment mute with surprise, then, call into her mean a dignity so firm, so undaunted, that it might have spoken lessons to a hero. After Miss Valmont left me in the armoury, I waited another hour, and, assuring myself,

Starting point is 08:18:33 from the still silence that prevailed, my past was undiscovered, I returned to my cell, which I believed none had entered since I quitted. The succeeding night I revisited Farmer Richardson's. John Thomas, ever delighted to talk, came on me open-mouthed, with the same, the tale newly brought from the castle, namely that Miss Valmont had seen and spoken with the hermit's ghost in the wood. And next, madam, to prevent suspicion and inquiry, I deemed it proper to join you when my uncle's party at Bath. There, in the midst of the crowds, was I alone. I saw but one form. I heard but one voice. I began to despise Montgomery, to assure myself, against conviction,

Starting point is 08:19:14 that she did not—could not love him, and had promised my heart, I know but not what of success and felicity when. The contrast passed. His letter came, and I, in the saloon, in your presence, before a crowd of witnesses, behaved like a fool and a madman. Pardon, Miss Ashburn, in consideration of my despair, any surprise or shock my conduct gave you. Never can you know what were in the feelings of that night. Love had no concern therewith. It was a night of hatred, revenge, and rage. A gym at him. I have filled up the last space of my paper, and my narrative must rest as I return to the farm. The blessings of an uncorrupted mind ever, ever be your possession.

Starting point is 08:19:59 A. Mirdin End of Section 39. Section 40 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Thomas Peter Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick, Volume 3, Letter 6,

Starting point is 08:20:32 From the Same to the Same, in continuation. Four and twenty hours longer of fruitless expectation did I endure in that cell. Nocibella appeared. Did she then forget her request? Painting her future delights with Montgomery, has she forgotten the unblessed wretch, who, for her sake, could sustain hunger and cold, watching and, and weariness, who to hail the same breeze that had saluted her, quitted every indulgence of luxury for an abode that held comfort, a defiance, who stretched himself along the bare stone

Starting point is 08:21:05 rather than on a bed of down, because from that sleepless couch he could spring to gain an indistinct view of her bewitching form. Aye, pour your contempt upon me, ye who smiles I have beguiled you of, view him who bought your unprised tenderness for the empty breath of flat, view him stealing slave-like into forbidden paths only to gaze at humble distance, only to catch the echo of a sigh, a sigh breathed to another. He, Miss Ashburn, who lives without hope, must die for consolation. Yet, surely this her absence cannot arise from so more than common an instance of insensibility. Some accidents may have prevented her return, and I am capricious and cruel, while I dare to accuse her of

Starting point is 08:21:54 insensibility. John Thomas met me as I returned to the farm. He was carrying malt to the castle. I will throw myself in his way when he comes home, and probably, amidst the abundance of information he will be eager to communicate, I may find something which will elucidate this strange absence of Miss Valmont. Little remains, madam, for me to add to my confessions. Isabella's tender but romantic contract placed an eternal barrier between me and the flattering allusions wherewith fancy fled my flame. I saw she loved as I had wished her to love. Had I been the object? In the first moments of frenzy I wrote Montgomery a mad letter, and no sooner recovered a better frame of mind than I dispatched one of apology, which both made

Starting point is 08:22:39 my peace, and quieted his astonishment, for he is not given to look beyond the surface. Hours, Miss Ashburn, have I spent in wishing Montgomery worthy of his fate. Sometimes have I calmed my swelling agony by reproaching her for loving him, then have humbled my proud heart to dust, to obtain her ideal pardon. His seclusion, her enthusiasm, his reducing countenance, his vivacity of spirit, and above all his well-expressed vehemines of love. Oh, it could not be otherwise. She saw an outline, her imagination formed the rest. No, not one single instance of self-reproach on Clement's account ever sailed me. When I first first, I first heard of her, she sawed first discovered that Montgomery's beloved was the selected friend of Miss Ashburn.

Starting point is 08:23:25 I then knew they might be paired, but never made it. To rival him with one woman, methought, could be little injury, when in her absence twenty others equally could charm. After Miss Valmont had irrevocably given herself to Clement, I resolved to travel, for to the antipities would I have journeyed, rather than met Montgomery. Yet I tutored my heart and to the supposition that I still had a friendship for him, that Sibela had injured me,

Starting point is 08:23:51 and was now not a jot beyond my friend or my friend's wife dwelling on the delusion it insensibly produced a desire when clement went to london of returning to my hermitage to her park in order to behold her with firm composure with illness indifference self-devoted victim that i am "'I can do a service,' said to myself, "'and I can prevent her suspecting art of the former intruder, "'wishes she must have something to alleviate the tedious uniformity of her existence, "'and numberless plans to gratify and amuse her, "'without my having any apparent concern therein, I quickly resolved upon. "'You recollect, madam, perchance with disdain my abrupt departure from Bath. "'Farmer Richardson rejoiced to see me.

Starting point is 08:24:38 "'John Thomas was yet brimful of Miss Falmont and the gau. When these industrious labourers of the day retired to early rest, I betook myself to the now bleak and desolate hermitage. No sooner had I deposited my lantern and little basket, then I left my cell intending to revisit, not with rapture, but regret to a selected path. It was, I think, one of the finest nights I ever beheld, and I must have wanted that fervour of soul which gave birth to my love, had I not been enchanted with the scene. The resplendent moon, now of the summit of a growth, silvered the wide, spreading branches of Sibelus oak, the fairest tree of the forest. Her steady beam glittered over one half the tomb, the bending bow of a cypress on the other half, shed a regular darkness, the rock cast its pointed shadow up the pathway, light and shade no longer blended but were abruptly contrasted. No cloud glided into motion, no zephyr into sound.

Starting point is 08:25:37 On the broken-down porch I leaned. Imagination was alive. I will not conceal art from you, Mr. Ashburn, an excess of tenderness, even produced tears. And why need I be ashamed of that emotion? It is not a property of guilt. And while I wept, I made a vow at the shrine of reason to abandon my mad enterprise, to quit forever and ever the seductive rock. Alas, reason and resolution were instantaneously torn for me by the sweetest sound that

Starting point is 08:26:07 ever stole on the listening ear of night. You know the rest. Enraptured, I listened to her fusions. Unobserved was a shadow, scrawled with my pencil that inconsistent address, sighed to a sigh, and was more delirious than ever. Prudent, cool, and considerate, she came no more. I enticed her fond into the utmost degree of fondness, and when Nina returned to myself from the caresses of Sibela, she brought me a pleasure which the universe to me cannot equal. It must require all your faith, madam, to believe that I lived thus without the shadow of a motive, beyond sometimes seeing and sometimes hearing her. In the strictest sincerity, I assure you I had no other. Although I loved her to Doughtage, although I feel an eternal testimony that I cannot live without her,

Starting point is 08:26:58 yet was she, and is to this moment more affectionately banished from my wishes by her contract with Montgomery, than she could have been by age, disease, or any possible deformity, circumstance, or accident might inflict. The sweetly soothing promise of speedy dissolution produced temporary vigour. It enabled me to quit that vague and idle mode of life, unsatisfactory to myself and cruel to Sabella, to brave the censures of Montgomery, to ask your pity, and finally determined me to retire to a romantic and fit retreat for sorrow I once saw on the banks of the the Danube. One absurdity more, and I have done. By the little fawn I sent my farewell to your friend, and waited only for darkness to revisit Farmer Richardson's. Night came, and with it rain, in such an impervious mist, that I could not see my hand when I stretched it out, nor was I

Starting point is 08:27:52 so lost to common prudence as not to foresee the danger of attempting my descent under such circumstance. Morning might afford me opportunity. The sword I brought from Valmont's armory still lay on the floor of my cell, and a temptation arose of bearing it back to its original station, to be a last time under the same roof with Cabella, to offer her farewell prayer as near her as I dared approach. Things so apparently unsatisfactory of themselves as these acquire an infinity of importance when their heart is assured they never, never can be reacted. The hour of night made me bold. I then should be on the armoury. I even intended seeking the room you once spoke of, and stealing from it her portrait.

Starting point is 08:28:33 The beard and gown gave me the privilege of spirits. I thought to walk undisturbed, but hardly had I trodden ten paces beyond the armory door, when I met three men, and, what was still worse, considering the imagined security of my disguise, one of them pursued me. Apprehension gave me wings. I flew back, and had secured the panel before he entered the armory, then regained myself with all possible expedition. This accident prevented my quitting the park by daylight.

Starting point is 08:29:01 Leicester should be watched. On the next morning, when Nina came panting down to my cell, I heard a voice calling her back, to which every nerve vibrated throughout my frame. I went up into the chapel. Sibela was there. I was shocked to see her pale and wan. She heard me with patience. She looked on me with pity. Above all, she gave me very good advice.

Starting point is 08:29:23 In the dusk of that evening I left Valmont Park. As eager now to quit this place, as I had formerly been to seek it, I would not even allow myself to rest. one night at the farm. But, although the evening was dark and chilling, I mounted my horse and bade Richardson farewell. My strength failed me, my head became dizzy, and the bridle frequently dropped from my hand. When I reached the first village on my road, I stopped at an inn and ordered a chaise to be got ready for me. They showed me into a room where three or four other persons were seated at a table drinking. I drew a chair close to the fire and turned my face from them. For a minute after my entrance they remained silent, but observing, I imagine,

Starting point is 08:30:05 that I did not appear disposed to give them any attention. They resumed their conversation. And little should I have known of their subject, had not the name of Miss Valmont struck upon my ear. I turned round involuntarily, and found the speaker was a dark young man, smartly dressed. He was evidently in a state of intoxication, and his auditor is not more sober than himself, with the landlord of the inn and two countrymen. If I was to tell you all I know about it, said the man, you would stare, sure enough, and it is all true of the gospel, it is. My friend, the nobleman I told you of, knows all the business as well as I do.

Starting point is 08:30:43 I, aye, and he'll marry her too. Such a devilish fine girl deserves a lord for her husband. The speech, interlarded with many oaths, had also frequent interruptions from the effects of his inebriety, so that my chaise was announced just as he spoke the last word. I sat still and called for wine. They again recollected the presence of the stranger. Another silence ensued,

Starting point is 08:31:07 and, while I lingered over my wine, the young man didn't one other of the company, dropped to sleep. My interest in that name would not suffer me to depart. I grew restless and uneasy. I shifted my chair, stirred the fire, and in so doing doubtless roused the sleeper, for he started up and vociferated a great oath. "'Not see it,' added he.

Starting point is 08:31:31 "'Why, I saw it myself, with my own eyes, the Lord defend us. "'No wonder! No wonder! "'I wouldn't sleep in old Vermont's skinter of twenty fine castles, "'to cheat his own brother's daughter out of such a fine fortune. "'Tis enough to make the ghosts of all her grandfather's walk out of their graves. "'Forty thousand is the least penny.' "'Well, well,' said he rising, "'I shall see the day yet to an assay,

Starting point is 08:31:55 certain law that I know will have her and a fifty thousand pounds, too. Come, landlord, here's a safe deliverance to Miss Valmont and her money, out of the claws of her old griping uncle. Having swallowed his bumper, he staggered out of the room, and the landlord was instantly summoned to assist him to bed. From one of the remaining guests, I learned that this man had lately come from London, but his name was unknown to them. Finding my intelligence at an end, I stepped into my chaise and proceeded towards Barlow Hall. During my journey I often, I must indeed perpetually, thought of the conversation I had heard in the inn, and when I had arrived at Barlow Hall and sat in the same apartment where I first heard you speak of Sabada,

Starting point is 08:32:38 I also recollected that Colonel Ridson, who had been in habits of intimacy with her father, expressed both doubt and surprise when you, said Miss Valmont was dependent on her uncle. This recollection added a new force to the assertions of the young man in the village. I became persuaded that some injury was intended to Miss Valmont, and resolved if possible to develop the mystery. I churning back again to the village, when my suspicions had first been excited, the young man had departed the day before, and no one could tell me of his route. I now determined to put it in Cibella's own power to demand an explanation of her uncle. Again, but without my homeless disguise, I crossed the moat and ascended the rock. When I approached her in the wood, she looked on me sorrowfully.

Starting point is 08:33:22 But, Miss Ashburn, there was no welcome in her eye. I had now the power, no inclination to hold her long in conversation. I briefly related to her my suspicions, and as I told you before, she bade me wait her return in the cell. She returned her more. Have I then seen her for the last time? I sicken. Never, never, never, never to behold her.

Starting point is 08:33:48 Oh, for a potion, powerful in its nature, rapid in its effect that would overwhelm these drakes of existence giving me but time to know the relief of dying when life has become hateful. In continuation, the carriage, in which I instantly return

Starting point is 08:34:05 to Barlow Hall, stands waiting before my window. I do not fly through fear, but if Mr. Valmont knows my secret visits and punishes her for my force, he may release her when I am gone. Write to me, I beseech you, Miss Ashburn, and say why, Isabella Saffas. She is a prisoner, madam. She has quarrelled with her uncle. It is said he struck her.

Starting point is 08:34:28 Heaven forbid! It is said she attempted suicide. But she will tell you all, and for pity's sake, relieve my suspense, though you cannot quell my anxiety. Respectfully yours, A. Murden. Post-script, my authority is derived from John Thomas. He was not, nor is any person but the family. suffered across the drawbridge. All the servants have been interrogated, and some discharged for the supposed admission of a stranger. Sibela is not allowed to quit her apartment. End of Section 40.

Starting point is 08:35:10 Section 41 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libravox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox. or secrecy or the ruin on the rock by eliza fenwick volume three letter seven from lord philmar to sir walter to the last hour i have lingered here sometimes in hope sometimes in fear still bold and planned but irresolute in attempt and now when the son of my success begins to beam upon me now must i come to london to sign deeds to my shame and to pay money for my folly yet walter though i must come to london hither i mean to return again for as i told you before the sun of my success begins to shine

Starting point is 08:36:11 know dear knight that things are all en train we are in great alarm great in quietude and considerable trepidation but as you may not be perfectly able of yourself to reconcile these assertions be patient while I lend you my assistance. Yesterday, being about to quit the country today, I thought proper to pay a visit of duty to my uncle elect. My footman rode up and sounded the bell of approach. Roar, said the shaggy Cerberus on the other side of the moat, while the leaden-headed porter, crawling out of his den, bawled out for our business.

Starting point is 08:36:52 My lord Philmar to visit Mr. Valmont, answered George. The porter walked away. Damn, the fellow, said I. He has not let down the bridge. No, my lord, replied George, and then I swore again. In a quarter of an hour or something less, the porter came back. Mr. Val-Mal's compliments to Lord Fillmar, and he is engaged.

Starting point is 08:37:19 Now, Walter, as you dote on discoveries, tell me what does your algebraic head make out of this, that he, no indeed Walter, then he, nor that neither Walter. Now I discovered it in an instant, keen-eyed, cool, and penetrating. I saw at once that Mr. Val-Mal did not choose to see me. I, but why? That's quite another matter. Lord Fillmar, said my father, you are the most impertinent, prevaricating puppy I ever knew in my life. My lord replied I, bowing modestly, I am told I have the honor greatly to resemble your lordship. Sir, you, this is all going from the point, sir, did you ever, beating time on one hand with a letter he held in the other,

Starting point is 08:38:08 directly or indirectly talk to anyone about Miss Valmont? Yes, sir. You did, sir, fierce attitude, and pray, what did you say? I said, my lord, that Miss Valmont was a young lady. Mighty well, Lord Fillmore, tis mighty well. Go on, sir, ridicule your father for all his acts of kindness to you. Ridicule, my lord, is out of the question, but indeed I never shall be serious without knowing why, and your interrogatories of the last half-hour are so vague I cannot understand them. You ask me if I did ever talk of Miss Valmont.

Starting point is 08:38:47 As a young man naturally talks of a young woman, so may I have talked of Miss Valmont. the other day for instance i was writing with miss muntam i should like of all things said she to see the wild girl of the castle twice i have visited there with my mother but valmont won't suffer her to be introduced the earl replied i declare she is handsome and i too should be charmed to see her perhaps my lord i may have made a score such speeches and if they are anything to the purpose i will endeavour to recollect them in form and circumstance. Let me see. Last Friday, Sinait, Shaw, cried the Earl of Air, nothing to my purpose. Why then, will you be pleased, my Lord, to tell me what is? A pause succeeded, during which he appeared to seek instruction from the contents of the letter in his hand. If there is anything in that letter, my lord, said I, stretching out my hand to receive it, which relates to me, suffer me to read it.

Starting point is 08:39:53 then I can answer straight forward to the charge. It was not enough simply to refuse Walter. The Earl crammed the letter into his pocket. Hem, hem, said the Earl. Before we came to Sir Gilbert's, I remember, Lord Fillmar, you thought fit to wind and pry into the state of Miss Valmall's fortune. Now, if you took upon you to assert anything to anyone from that conversation, Remember you told a falsehood, sir, an absolute falsehood.

Starting point is 08:40:24 She has no fortune whatever, sir, not a penny. No fortune whatever, sir, not a penny, repeated I, slowly, and fixing my eyes on him. He had the grace almost to blush. Be that, as it may, I never told any falsehoods in consequence of that conversation. My lord, I might have said if I had thought proper that you deemed five or six thousand pounds a year a suitable portion for me and meant to propose me to Miss Valmont. Oh, sir, if you mean to put your own construction on every unguarded, disjointed expression, a man drops in conversation, you may make something out of nothing at any time.

Starting point is 08:41:07 True, sir, the discourse was disjointed and unguarded enough, but the design was, I believe, perfectly regular. I am sorry, truly sorry, the plan failed. Has your lordship any further commands for me? Said I, rising. You are peaked, my lord, replied my father, drawing the letter out of his pocket. I have cause enough to be irritated, I am sure. My character as a gentleman is at stake. Mr. Val-Mal here makes charges against me, which I don't quite understand.

Starting point is 08:41:41 I held out my hand again for the letter, and he again drew it away. Nay, my lord, said I, but, Perhaps you would rather read it to me. The best information and advice in my power is altogether at your lordship's devotion. And if it is secrecy you require, I am dumb as the grave. The earl looks somewhat doubtful. At length he suffered me to take the letter. Now, Walter, read this letter with attention.

Starting point is 08:42:11 End of Section 41. Section 42 of secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Sam Isaacson. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 7 To the Earl of Els

Starting point is 08:42:49 My Lord, as I took you to be a man of honour, I fully relied on your word, Never for an instant supposed you could depart from the strict performance of the promise you gave with so much readiness and solemnity of concealing from all the world the real situation of Miss Valmont's circumstances, till the time when I, her uncle, guardian, and her only surviving relation should no longer deem such a concealment necessary. You knew, my lord, I could have no sinister design in teaching Miss Valmont to believe herself dependent upon me? my well-known integrity forbids the possibility of such a surmise. And, my lord, at once, in compliance alone with my own opinion of its propriety, did I resign to you the entire care of her estate, reserving to myself the guardianship of her person, and the direction of her education, to which cares the brother of her father,

Starting point is 08:43:41 had the most undoubted claim. To the period when Miss Valmont should have attained the age of twenty, I limited your secrecy, my lord, and this adds another proof, if another could be necessary to the goodness of my intentions. By her father's will, she becomes independent of her guardians at twenty-one. At twenty, I intended that herself and her possessions should be given to the husband for whom I have purposely educated her, and from whom, for the security of their future happiness, I would carefully have hidden the knowledge of her fortune till that period.

Starting point is 08:44:14 My precautions were taken with such order and contrivance that I have reason to believe it has not even been suspected by any creature that Miss Valmont is an heiress. Do not slumber, dear Walter. Read that line again. Miss Valmont is an heiress. Yet now, my lord, my niece herself is apprised of it, and has with more zeal than either judgment or duty demanded an explanation of my motives for treating her as my dependent. It is you only who can have conveyed this intelligence to her.

Starting point is 08:44:42 You, my lord, who, I am sorry to say, since you form the design of uniting Miss Valmont to your son, have forgotten honour and integrity. I believe your son has found entrance into my castle by means a gentleman should scorn to use, but neither in his own nor in his famed name shall he gain another admission. My vigilance is awakened, and in his behalf it shall not slumber a second time. My lord, I have returned the accounts you sent for my inspection, together with the necessary acquittals,

Starting point is 08:45:10 and I request we may not meet any more, as the business till Miss Valmont is of age may be transacted by any agent you choose to appoint. I remain, my lord, henceforth a stranger to you and yours, George Valmont. End of Section 42. Recording by Sam Isaacson. Section 43 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libervox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 08:45:47 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Secrecy or the ruin on the rock. Rock by Eliza Fenwick, Volume 3, Letter 7, continued. Is there not, said I, and in truth, Walter, I did not very well know what to say, so dizzy had I become, in reading Mr. Valmau's incontrovertible acknowledgement of his niece's fortune, together with the unlooked-for charge against me of having stolen into his castle. Is there not, said I, something like a challenge implied here, my lord?

Starting point is 08:46:29 No, indeed, replied my father, with sufficient eagerness. Don't you see he desires we may not meet again? But I am rather in doubt, Philmar, whether we ought or ought not to send Mr. Val-Mal a challenge. So am I, my lord, but if you will allow me an hour to consider the case, I will settle it, if possible. Do, do, said the Earl, but what can he mean about you, and the castle. No one, sir, but himself can decide that matter, I believe. The problem I had now to solve consisted Walter of three parts. First, how Miss Valmont could have arrived at the knowledge of her fortune. Secondly, how Mr. Valmont could know I had been in the castle. Lastly, and of most importance,

Starting point is 08:47:17 whether all circumstances duly considered it would be proper that I or my father should challenge Mr. Valmont, My researches on the first part of my problem showed me that it is highly probable I shall never know how Miss Valmar came by her information till she herself shall be in my power to tell me, and further that her knowledge of the affair will greatly tend to forward my projects, for no longer a dependent but a prisoner she will be rejoiced to free herself at any hazard from her uncle's galling, tyranny. Do you not perceive, Walter, how much my prospects are amended by this disaster? On the second part, I discovered that Mr. Valmont can have but an obscure and imperfect idea of my being in the castle from his mention of a feigned name. I bore no name at all. Certainly, my agents would not betray me, and Valmont must have spoken at random as to the means. Out of the foregone conclusions, arises the answer to the third part of my problems. It would be highly improper for either me or my father to challenge Mr. Val-Mal. What a blessing it is, Sir Knight, to find

Starting point is 08:48:37 sympathy in our griefs. From the moment my father confided to me this important business, he seemed to have forgotten its nature, and my apparent concern therein. He was lighter than Gossamer, and valiant, too, talked big and bluff about honor and satisfaction, and could but just be prevailed on by my entreaties, only to write the following Pacific answer, in which were he not a gentleman, the Earl of Elsings, and my honored father, you or I might be bold enough to say he tells a falsehood, an absolute falsehood. End of Section 43. Section 44 of Secrecy for the ruin.

Starting point is 08:49:28 on the rock. This is a Libby-Box recording. All Libby-Box recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libbybox.org. Secrecy, or the Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 7 To George Valmont, Esquire. Sir, the charge you are pleased to make against me reflects, Influge. more disgrace on yourself by its injustice than on me. Such an imputation deserves nothing but scorn. Yet I will answer it, so far as to say that neither my son, nor any person breathing, has received from me the smallest intimation of Miss Valmont's fortune. My son never

Starting point is 08:50:21 was in Valmont Castle under any other name than that of Lord Fillmar, where his behaviour kept pace with the dignity of his name, which will never suffer him to intrude himself, or his alliance, where it will not be rather courted than accepted. I am quite as desirous as you, sir, can be of dropping the acquaintance, and till the time you mentioned I shall, as I have ever done, sacredly guard my trust, wishing you may do the same. I remain, sir. your humble servant, Elsings.

Starting point is 08:51:02 End of section. Section 45 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libravox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick, volume 3, letter 7. continued. Didst thou never, dear Walter, see two curves pop unexpectedly on one another within a yard and a half of a bone?

Starting point is 08:51:44 Ur-ur-ur-Rar, says one, softly setting down his lifted forefoot. Ur-ur-ur-Rar, replies Tother, and each, clapping his cowardly tail between his legs, slinks backward a little way, then ventures to turn round and scampers off, like a hero. thou hast wit to find the moral, thou mayest also apply it. As for me, having reached the top round of my information, I beg leave to resign you to your cogitations, and am as I am, Philmar. P.S. She is a girl of spirit, and all my soul, tis infamous, she should be thus treated, had the earl a grain of kindness, he would rescue her, but no, he asserts he cannot possibly think of interfering. In two years she will be of age, and then if she should demand his protection,

Starting point is 08:52:38 it will be a different matter. Ah, but I won't say what? You are to know, Boyer, that Griffiths has accidentally met his dear friend the butler. It was she herself spoke to her uncle of having seen a stranger, and what she further told him, which the butler does not know, irritated him to strike her. Instantly, she rushed from his presence into the park, Finding herself pursued changed her direction, which was toward her favorite wood, and flew to the other side of the park, where the wall, not being very perfect, she climbed it rapidly, and inside of her pursuers threw herself headlong into the moat. She was taken up unhurt and is locked within her own apartments, either from disappointment,

Starting point is 08:53:26 terror, or real indisposition she confines herself to her bed and preserves, a perfect silence whenever Andrew or her female domestic approaches. Mr. Valmont has not seen her since. The pervaricating confusion of some of the servants made Mr. Valmont suspect them of being bribed to admit a stranger, but the butler being quite positive, no one living soul more than he knows of, has been within the walls. He and others think Miss Valmont has seen the spirit again and is disordered in her intellects. i am completely puzzled that hermit miss mungton has seen montgomery and calls him a fine elegant fellow who makes love to every pretty woman he meets if that's his fort he would scarcely be content to creep like a snail out of his shell for a few stolen moments at midnight but what has set me to doubt in conjecture is that griffiths has heard of a very handsome man who lodges at a farm hard by and wanders about the country night and day the people say it is a pity such a sweet gentleman should go mad for love yet is it possible any one should know so well how to enter and escape but those who had lived in the secrets of the castle pshaw in ten hours after you receive this letter i hope

Starting point is 08:54:52 to sup in your new lodgings. End of Section 45. Section 46 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Sam Isaacson. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick.

Starting point is 08:55:24 Volume 3. Letter 8. From George Valmont to Clement Montgomery. What does this mean, Clement Montgomery? Sibela talks of a marriage with you. Have you dared, sir, to form a marriage without my concurrence? I should dispute the possibility, but I find from the avarice and ignorance of the wretches, in my household people have been admitted for one purpose,

Starting point is 08:55:49 and perhaps others may have been admitted for another purpose. I command you instantly to tell me how far you have proceeded, sir, against the obedience due to G. Valmont End of section 46. Recording by Sam Isaacson. Section 47 of Secrecy of the Ruin on the Rock. This is a LibriVox recording.

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Starting point is 08:56:33 From Clement Montgomery to George Valmont Dear Sir, An attempt would be vain to express my astonishment At the contents of your last favour, or my concern at your supposing me guilty of so flagrant a commissioned of ingratitude to him Who has been my more than father? Miss Valmont's mode of expression is strong and vehement.

Starting point is 08:57:00 She may call the early union of, of our affections a marriage, for I know of none other. No, sir, however my wishes might urge me forward, however painful the struggle might be, and was betwixt my love of her and my duty to you, I sacrificed my hopes in my obedience. I flatter myself, you will rely on this assurance, and consider the assertions of your lovely niece as romantic as they really are.

Starting point is 08:57:32 My time, sir, had not probably been spent to as much advantage as it might have been, but I dare venture to pronounce it not totally thrown away. It is true I have not yet attached myself to any particular profession, although you may expect I should tell you of my progress therein, but without a guide or director I feared rashly to engage lest I should afterwards discover my abilities unfitted to the part I had chosen. A general knowledge of the nature and professors of each previously gained according to your advice I deemed might hereafter save me the time at present expended. Thus have I been employed, sir, and thus I plead my excuse for not having written to you sooner.

Starting point is 08:58:21 May I not presume to expect a continuous of your favours whilst I continue to deserve them? I beg my duty for respects to Mrs. Valmont, and as my sister, I hope I may offer my best wishes to Sibela. To you, sir, I shall ever remain the most grateful and respectful of your servants, Clement Montgomery. End of Section 47. Section 48 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Liprivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 08:59:04 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Liprivox.org. Recording by Abayi in February 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 10. From Carolyn Ashburn to Arthur Murden. Yes, rash and inconsiderate young man, I do accept your confidence, your offered friendship. But remember, I cannot profess myself the friend of anyone

Starting point is 08:59:37 to gloss over follies or vice-examines. A friend not blindly partial but active to amend you is the friend you must at once receive, or at once reject in me. I have heard myself called pedantic, inflexible, opinionated. I have been told by some gentler people that I am severe, misjudging, giving to those little foibles almost inseparable from human nature the name of vice. And this may be true, for you call yourself a foyer, foolish man, I call you vicious. Nay, start not, Merton, but lay your hand on your heart and

Starting point is 09:00:16 tell me, if you have well employed your time and talents, if you have done service to humankind, or if you have not in fraud and secrecy bubbled away your happiness, and if it is the part of a virtuous man to sigh with black misanthropy in solitude a few passive years, and then lie down in the grave unblessing and unblessed? Yet I do pity you, for I have neither a heart nor a cold heart, nor a heart that there receive a sensation it will not, for your example, dare to acknowledge. Yes, I confess I have loved you. Yet because I could not possess myself of the strongholds in your heart, shall I sink down

Starting point is 09:01:00 and die? No, no, I bade the vague hope be gone. I refused to be the worst of slaves, the slave of self. And now, my friend, more worthy than ever, of your friendship, I am ready to do anything in your behalf that reason can approve. That service is to gain Sibela for you. Again you retreat. Your false delicacy and false refinement fly to guard you with their sevenfold shield from the attack.

Starting point is 09:01:33 But hear me, Mirden, I would not you now. you as you are to the Sibela Valmont, whom you have loved with all the fervor the most impassioned language can describe, the erring Sibella, while she sees neither spot nor stain in him with whom she has pledged herself in union. No. I would first subdue the fermentation of your senses, teach you to esteem Sibela's worth, pity her errors, and love her with infinite sincerity, but not so as to absorb your active virtues, to transform. you from a man into a baby. You are but two beings in the great brotherhood of mankind,

Starting point is 09:02:13 and what right have you to separate your benevolence from your fellow creatures and make a world between you when you cannot separate your wants also? You must be dependent for your blessings on the great mass of mankind, as they in part also depend on you. When you can thus love, I would unite you to Sibela, who in turn shall be roused. from the present mistaken zeal of her affections.

Starting point is 09:02:40 Her soul will renounce the union her mistakes have formed when she knows Clement as unworthy of her as he really is. From a struggle perhaps worth than death, she will rise dignified into superior happiness, claim you as her friend, her monitor, her guide, and devote her life, her love, to your virtues. Oh yes, I know it well. Imagination teems with the rhapsodies of passion.

Starting point is 09:03:09 I hear your high-wrought declamation the dictates of a fevered fancy. I do pity you, Mirden, from my soul, and if I did not believe you are able to overcome all the misery you deplore, I should not pity you at all. I can scarcely picture to myself a life more negative, less energetic, notwithstanding your fervor than that you would have led with Sibella, had fortune placed. you in the situation Clement stood with her. Do not let your burning brain consume you a supposition, for, highly gifted as you both are, mind cannot always feel in that extreme. The tight-drawn wire must either snap or slacken. Too happy, banished in rapture, age would have come upon you without preparation for its arrival,

Starting point is 09:04:00 without proper nourishment for its abode. In vain you then turned to each other for consolation. the spell that guarded you from every intruding care is broken and you have lessons wearisome tasks to learn which would only have been pleasant relaxations intermixed with the abounding delights of youth you are both at present the victims of erroneous educations but your artificial refinements being so admirably checked in their growth now i know not two people upon earth so calculated so fitted for each other as murdin and and Sibella. My resolution invigorates with the prospect. Be ye but what ye may, and the first wanted pair of paradise were not more happy.

Starting point is 09:04:48 I perceive not only the value of the work I undertake, but the labour also. Nor am I deterred by the firmness wherewith you hold your resolutions, not by the tedious, scarcely perceptible degrees with which I must sap the foundation of Sibela's era. Ah, Mirden, I suspect, had she possessed equal advantages with yourself, she would have soared far beyond what you are as yet. By her last letter, I find she discovers a deficiency in Clement's conduct, which she struggles to hide from her own penetration. He is my best auxiliary.

Starting point is 09:05:27 I once taught him only a negative character, drawn this way or that by a threat. Now I see he has an incessant restlessness after. a pomp and pleasure which nothing can subdue, and to which everything must yield. Sibella in her turn. Indeed, half her hold at least is gone already. If he speaks of her now to me, she is not as before. He is adored, an angel, superior to everything in heaven or on earth, but one lady has an eye almost as intelligent as Sibela's,

Starting point is 09:06:00 another, a bloom of complexion scarcely less exquisite, and a third, in form in graces moves a counterpart goddess as you say there is a vehementcy and energy in his expressions that in the general apprehension clothe him with attributes which never did and never can belong to him it is but very rarely that I partake of his effusions for I am not to his taste my mother is his confidant and she is quite fascinated with the descriptions of his love when he was first introduced to us, I thought it necessary, for a reason you perhaps divine, to mention the mutual attachment subsisting between Clement and Cibella. Mrs. Ashburn declared she would

Starting point is 09:06:47 take his constancy under her protection. Yes, she would guard him from folly and temptation. Alas, Merton, I am sick of the scenes that surround me. Formerly, we were moderate and retired to what we are now. Our house is the palace of luxury. Every very very very very, very effort of novelty is exerted to fill the vacant mind with pleasure. Useless are my remonstrances. Eastern magnificence and eastern voluptuousness here hold their court, and my mother, borrowing from her splendor every other pretension to charm, plunges deeper and deeper in the vortex of vanity.

Starting point is 09:07:29 Fain would I leave it all, but I dare not prescribe my little power of doing good. come then my friends you who have already taken your station in my heart Merton and Sibela live for each other live that I may sometimes quit the drudgery of dissipation to participate of happiness with you if it really was Mr. Valmont's design which I very much doubt to give Clement up to a profession nothing could be more unfortunate than his introduction here where with his natural inclination to do the same, he sees wealth lavished without check or restraint. So highly does he stand in my mother's opinion for taste,

Starting point is 09:08:13 and so animated are his bursts of applause, that no overstrained variety is received or rejected without his sanction. To be the confidant of a heart is a novelty with Mrs. Ashburn, who has had little concern in affairs of the heart, and perhaps to preserve him from sacrificing in her presence to the vanity of others may be her motive for encouraging him to speak of his passion for Sibella. I have watched him narrowly, and if he has any lurking wishes here, I am persuaded they fix on Mademoiselle Nondy.

Starting point is 09:08:49 I believe you never saw this companion of Mrs. Ashburn. She, or I greatly mistake, has of all persons I know most command over herself. I had almost forgotten to tell you that Clement read me a few conglomers. including lines of your last letter to him. What a decided melancholy have you displayed therein. No, my dear friend, you must not, shall not die. Clement was considerably affected by the representation of your feelings, yet he said you had used him ill in the foregoing part,

Starting point is 09:09:22 and he believed he should never write to you again. I find he has no suspicions of you, and I leave you to tell him at your own time and in your own way. Still, I say nothing of Sibela's present distress, you cry. I have had no information of it, except from yourself. I have written again to Sibella, and look for an answer daily with respect to her fortune. I think it probable that she should be her father's heir, but of that we can judge better when we hear what her uncle says to the charge.

Starting point is 09:09:56 Alas, I know Mr. Valmont is vindicative, proud, and impatient of contradiction. She, resolute, daring to do, ought she dare approve. He might strike her. As to suicide, I know her better. It would be as remote from her thoughts, under any suffering, as light from darkness. Oh, Mirden, she is indeed a glorious girl. Mr. Valmont promised me an unrestrained correspondence with Sibela, and, while he is satisfied in the exercise of his own power over her person,

Starting point is 09:10:29 he will, as usual, suffer her to communicate to me the crowd of welcome and unwelcome strangers passing to and fro in her mind. I need scarcely assure you that, whatever intelligence I receive, you shall share the communication. Remain at Palo Hall, for, though your uncle is very desirous that you should come to London, I am certain, in your present frame of mind, you would find yourself still more removed from ease in the society which serves. Thomas would provide for you, then in solitude. I should be sorry to depend for my happiness on that heart which could invite pleasure and gaiety to quell those griefs it could not banish by reason and reflection. Nor have I, Mirden, so supreme an idea of your prudence, as not to foresee the birth

Starting point is 09:11:19 of a new folly should Montgomery and you meet each other. Farewell, and made a blessing you be stowed on me, rest also with yourself. Carolyn Ashburn End of Section 48 Section 49 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock This is a Libervox recording

Starting point is 09:11:52 All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Libravox.org Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick Volume 3, Letter 11 From Lord Fillmark to

Starting point is 09:12:09 Genetta Laundee In apartments opposite to Sir Walter Boyers, there lives an Adonis, a Paris, rather, to whose wishes Venus sends a beauteous Helen. Genetta, thou understand'st me,

Starting point is 09:12:26 a chair, twilight, as tradition tells us that the famed city was burned and the famed family is, I suppose, extinct. I want to know from what Troy this Paris came, and what Priam was his father. Thine, whilst I had love and money, Philmar. End of Section 49.

Starting point is 09:12:54 Section 50 of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libre Vox recording. All Libre Vox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Larryrocks.org. Recording by Lian Yao Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 12 Answer, My Lord

Starting point is 09:13:27 Gennetta does not understand you, and yet, in another sense, she understands you but too well. Once I thought to all tenderness and generosity, but now you can both neglect and insult one whose love of you was her undoing. I neither know of Sir Walter Boyer, nor anyone who lives opposite to him, nor can in the least imagine what you would insinuate by twilight and a chair. If your recollection of former fondness does not incline you to treat me with more respect, at least her sad change of situation might preserve from your contempt. The unfortunate, Jeanette Alondi. End of Section 50. Recording by Leanne Yao.

Starting point is 09:14:23 Section 51 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Libravox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibraVox.org. Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick Volume 3 Letter 13 From Lord Fillmore to Genetta Landy Undone, no, charmer

Starting point is 09:14:57 Carry that face to the looking glass And ask if anything but age or smallpox Could undo thee If thy mirror does not say enough to thy satisfaction Consult Montgomery ha have i caught thee it was no stroke of machiavellian policy amidst all thy profundity of practice that the lodging opposite sir walter boyers should be so suddenly vacated but child i do hold all my former fondness in my mind's eye and thou art very ungrateful to refuse one little favour to him who has bestowed on thee so many can i more evince my respect of thy situation than by refraining to interrupt its harmony by my presence? What but respect? Thinkest thou made me order the horses back to the stable when I had them ready harness to come and throw myself at thy feet for the

Starting point is 09:15:52 little boon of information thou hast refused my letter? I applaud Helen's taste. The Paris of old was a Jew peddler to the present Paris of so-and-so street. Grace was in all her steps. Need I ask information of my eyes when my throbbing heart could tell me, oh yes, I should know my Helen's mean from a thousand. I tell you, his name's Montgomery. Now, you must tell me, if tis Montgomery of Valmont Castle, if it is, you are directly to introduce me to him. Remember, Genetta, in this, I am serious. Remember also, I am an old acquaintance. Now I hope you understand me. Phil Mar. End of Section 51. of secrecy or the ruin on the rock this is a liveryvox recording all liby vox recordings are in the public domain

Starting point is 09:16:54 for more information or to volunteer please visit libyvox.org recording by leanne yow secrecy or the ruin on the rock by eliza fenwick volume three letter fourteen from Janetta Laundee to Lord Fillmore. My lord, I did suppose, on the receipt of your first letter, that you alluded to my calling one evening on Mr. Montgomery, and had I not been withheld by the unwillingness I felt to disclose the secrets of another person, I should certainly then have acknowledged that I paid a visit to Mr. Montgomery.

Starting point is 09:17:36 But, my lord, you compel me, notwithstanding my extreme reluctance to make this confession. At the same time, I must, to prevent your surmises injurious to myself. Own to you that I called in Mr. Montgomery the evening you named, by the order of Mrs. Ashburn, whose very particular friend he is. The commission, my lord, respected some business of a private nature. Therefore, you will perceive how necessary it is that you should keep secret your knowledge of this transaction. There is scarce anything which Mrs. Ashburn would not soon a pardon in me than this breach of confidence.

Starting point is 09:18:16 With respect am I introducing you, my lord, to Mr. Montgomery, a moment's consideration will convince you of its impropriety. In the unhappy and dependent situation, which the misfortunes heaped upon my family have compelled me to seek, it is not the least of its afflicting circumstances, that I am obliged to shape all my actions to the will or opinions of those by whom I am surrounded, that I should so suddenly claim an intimacy with a person of Lord Fillmore's youth, graces and accomplishments, might appear suspicious to Mrs. Ashburn. Beside, my lord, how do you suppose I am to conduct myself in your presence?

Starting point is 09:18:55 For, although you may have forgotten the time, when you could not approach me without trembling, I can neither cease to remember nor cease to feel. It is not possible for me to divine why you should insist so vehemently on my bringing you acquainted with Mr. Montgomery. nor is it easy to decline any request, however hazardous the grant, when it is urged by one who has such claims, although now neglected, as you have, my lord, on me. I have studied in what way, with any probability of safety to myself, I can gratify your wish, and find no other than you're renewing your acquaintance with the Duchess de N, who is also at this time in London. Mr. Montgomery visits there frequently. I think, my lord, I need hardly remind you of the caution you ought to use, if by any

Starting point is 09:19:44 accident it appears that we are acquainted. Mr. Montgomery was in Paris a short time after you left it. He was, like you, intimate with my father, but he did not gain the devoted heart of the daughter. To wound my reputation now would be barbarity. Were you, by any hint or jest, to create a surmise in the breast of Mr. Montgomery? It would instantly be conveyed by him to Mrs. Ashburn, and my ruin would be certain. I entreat you will think of this with attention, and you would be well convinced of the attention it demands. Could you know how scrupulously observant Mrs. Ashburn is of my conduct? Genetta Laundi

Starting point is 09:20:26 End of Section 52. Recording by Lian Yew. This is a Libravox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 15, from Lord Fillmar to Genetta Laundee. Female friendship still so constant. What, if French folks did surmise and say strange things of Genetta Laundi and the Duke

Starting point is 09:21:15 the duchess well understands the value of a certain old proverb keep my secret and i'll keep yours amiable pair fear me not genetta philmar will not breathe a whisper that shall disturb thy peace for he perfectly understands that montgomery was in paris after him last night i supped with the duchess montgomery was there no wonder mrs ashburn is observant of your conduct Genetta, for she glared upon us last night in the fullness of her blaze, and I perceived in half an hour or less that she is tremblingly alive to every species of decorum. Whenever this scrupulous lady again chooses to send her pretty ambassadress on private business to Montgomery, he will still, I doubt not continue to receive her with all the respect due to her commission. Do not be angry, Janetta, but encourage the dimpling smile that so will. becomes you. Montgomery dines with me and I am with him to have the felicity of basking in the sunshine of bright eyes at Mrs. Ashburn's route this evening. Phil Marr. End of Section 53.

Starting point is 09:22:39 Section 54 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox Recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Avai in February 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 16. From Carolyn Ashburn to Arthur Murden. How strange an animal is man, how prone to fall into habits,

Starting point is 09:23:18 and how difficult it is to prescribe bounds to the growth of absurdity. I did not imagine Mr. Valmont would extend his absurdity so much on the sudden, nor do I know how far you will be inclined to follow his example, when I tell you that Sibela is so really a prisoner, even my letters are denied access to her. Yesterday I was honored with a packet from Mr. Valmont containing my two last letters to Sibela, one written in answer to hers previous to the receipt of yours, and the other written in consequence of the information you gave me of her confinement. Mr. Valmont, in his way, treats me with unusual respect,

Starting point is 09:24:01 and I can only account for it by supposing he was pleased with the freedom I used when at Valmont Castle in speaking to him of his very improper seclusion of Sibella. My letters were returned unopened, and with them the following. End of Section 54. Section 55 of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Sam Isaacson. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3. Letter 16.

Starting point is 09:24:52 Madam, as long as my niece deserved the indulgence of your correspondence, I, though against the principle upon which I formed her education continued to allow it. I herewith return your last letters. I would not open them because I believe you to be incapable of abetting Sibella in the atrocity of her conduct, but I shall hold myself justified therein if you send any more letters after you receive this interdiction. Truly sorry am I to say that Miss Valmont proves herself unworthy of the long, illustrious line from whom she claims her name, and of whom she is almost the only surviving descendant.

Starting point is 09:25:26 unfortunate that house whose dignity is left to be supported by a female, whether in solitude or society, I find the female mind still a mere compound of folly and mischief. Greatly do I now regret I ever undertook its guardianship. I have the honour to be, madam, your humble servant, G. Valmont. End of Section 55. Recording by Sam Isaacson. or The Ruin on the Rock This is a Librivox recording

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Starting point is 09:26:26 Letter 16 From Carolyn Ashburn to Arthur Murdon continued Mr. Valmont scorns to flatter. Would you have been so candid with respect to the female mind? Though once, perhaps, you enrolled yourself among those who endeavour strictly to check the growth of every seed therein, except mischief and folly.

Starting point is 09:26:51 My patience exhausts itself when I see men of even tolerable talents aiding to sink lower than the brute in value of the fairest of God's creatures. A horse! Oh, a laborious horse! deserves to be canonized in preference to the woman whose sole industry consists in the active destruction of her understanding, who smiles, moves, and speaks, as if it were only to prove herself unlike every production of wisdom and nature. The principle which moves this mischief is the error males and females partake concerning softness. Bid them form a woman of an

Starting point is 09:27:29 enlightened understanding, and with the learning of a scholar, they never failed her, the manners of a porter. Talk of one who scorns to sink in apprehensions, who would rather protect herself than sacrifice herself, who can stand unpropped in the creation. They expect a giant in step and a monster in form. If reason and coarseness were thus inseparable, it were better to take both than to abandon both. But it is the reverse. Wherever coarseness exists with talent, it is because the talent is contracted. Let it expand, and the dignified grace and softness of active virtue takes its place. More of this hereafter.

Starting point is 09:28:12 I wish rather to reason than declaim, and I have at present a heat of feeling that effectually precludes investigation for the ablitions of resentment. Doubtless you have already exclaimed against my seeming unconcern for Sibela's situation. You who cannot detach yourself a moment from the concerns of your heart, can you forgive such a lapse in another? Of what avail in our present darkness to canvass it for an age? I must do something more.

Starting point is 09:28:44 Tomorrow morning I set out for Valmont Castle, and if at my desire you keep your station, you may depend on the speediest information from your sincere friend, Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 56. Section 57 of Secrecy, or the Ruin on the... The Rock. This is a Libravox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Libravox.org. Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by

Starting point is 09:29:24 Eliza Fenwick, Volume 3, Letter 17, from Lord Fillmar to Sir Walter Boyer. A pleasant journey be thine, Walter, but if this sudden trip be meant to evade the consequences of my wrath. It was unnecessary. Truly, I forgave you on the spot, in consequence of the very ridiculous situation you were in, turning with beseeching looks to me for pardon and stammering contradiction after contradiction to Montgomery, which served only to confirm the suspicions in his mind your foolish audible whisper had occasioned. How guarded have I always been when Montgomery spoke of the Valmance?

Starting point is 09:30:05 And little did I suppose, though I knew your talent, when I urged him to show you the picture you could forget your caution. Your shrug, your leer, your whisper struck Montgomery dumb, and to my explanation he appeared no less death. Yesterday he did not keep his appointment with me. We accidentally met in the evening, where it had been better. We had neither been, but he was distant and embarrassed. Scarcely had Griffiths begun the honors of my head this morning,

Starting point is 09:30:35 then Montgomery was announced and condescended to amuse him, himself with Rosetta and Ponto in the drawing-room till the business of my sitting was at an end. Oh, by heaven, he cried as I entered the room, you would at this moment be irresistible, health, vigor, proportion, and the face of an Apollo. Luckless be ever the youth who shall presume to rival you. I'll give you ten guineas for Rosetta, Philmar. Will you sell her? No, I will not, Montgomery, though you seem so well to understand our mutual value.

Starting point is 09:31:07 He drew from his pocket the very miniature in the shagreen case, your stumbling block, Walter. Do me the honor, Phil Marr, to accept this from me. Miss Valmont's picture, and of your painting, you are delirious, Montgomery. Faith, not I, never more rational in my life, as this very action evinces, exquisitely divinely charming as she is, who would stand to competition against your person, rank and happy influence with Mr. Valmont. Influence with Mr. Valmont! Inimitable, cried he, you overwhelm me with your perfections this morning. How natural that start, nor do you forget the grace of the attitude I perceive. It is too late, Philmar. Be candid. We will

Starting point is 09:31:53 not quarrel, for as you have so much the start of me in her uncle's approbation, I must resign with a good grace. Can I do more than even yield to my rival that resemblance of her enchanting face, all I ask in return is to oblige me in kind offices with Mr. Valmont. Tis a cursed, strange business to be sure. But on my soul, Mr. Valmont sent me to town to study. I have no time to spare as yet. Mom, you know, as to my employments, I shall reform ere long. Send you to London to study. Ha, ha, ha. Yes, by heaven he did, to this emporium of delight, a strange being. And so. So are you.

Starting point is 09:32:35 For Montgomery, if I understand your meaning concerning Mr. and Miss Valmont, may I death, my lord, Sir Walter's strange speech, and your confusion kept me awake two hours. Upon my soul, you have seen her. I know you have. And I am sure Mr. Valmont wouldn't suffer any man in the kingdom to look at her, except the one whom he designs for her husband. Everything corroborates the fact.

Starting point is 09:33:01 You told me the Earl knew, Mr. Valmont, but did you ever hint in the most remote way that you had been in the castle till sir walter's question obliged you to have recourse to that portrait in the drawing-room to excuse the implication ah philmar a divinity is destined for your arms whilst i must sigh in secret over the remembrance of past hopes you won't sigh alone montgomery you don't profess anchorism there are other divinities he smiled one of those enchanting smiles which will probably rediscovered you will probably produce many such divinities into frail mortals, and then he enumerated in the way of exclamation, a number of his favorite beauties. No wonder you want to give up Miss Valmont, said I, you that are the favorite of so many. Want to give up Miss Valmont, Lord God, how can you talk so ridiculously, Phil Marr? Want to give up an angel with whom it were life to die, to live from whom is death? Is she not torn from my arms? Am I not interdicted, and another eleanor? by heavens, my lord, your secrecy was unkind, but this triumph is insulting.

Starting point is 09:34:12 And thus, Walter, we passed away the morning, he affirming, I denying, I fairly overshot my mark in leading him to talk so often of Sibela, for he has tacked together such a number of scraps and ends that, with the aid of his coloring, make proofs as strong as proofs of holy writ. Well, and if he does speak of me in this way to Mr. Valmont, The man suspected me before, and all he can now do is to clap another padlock on his caution. There is something unmanly in Montgomery's conduct. With studied vehemence of lamentation, he recanted his many, many former insinuations

Starting point is 09:34:49 of his constant security in Miss Valmont's favor, and unless it was a preconcerted plan between them, which I do not think possible, his voluntary resignation of her picture stamps him a contemptible, you know what. My fingers had a kind of tremulous impulse towards the picture, yet I positively refused to accept it. A double dose of prudence this morning made some amends for its total absence last evening. Tis too true, Walter, I left the club again without a penny. The Earl will not be in town till next week until I am in cash. I cannot invent or contrive a probable means of saving my friend Montgomery, the disgrace of being mistaken. This youth makes a rapid progress in the sciences.

Starting point is 09:35:35 He was as completely inducted last night as your humble servant. His tutor, Genetta Londi, also is most admirably chosen. And if Valmont deems that to be a dupe with a beggared purse and shattered constitution is the antidote against society, Montgomery is going the high road to answer all his wishes. Your hint, dear knight, respecting Mrs. Ashburn, was not lost upon me, but though I would not marry for aught but money I should like to have a wife thrown into the bargain, whom I could love now and then. I acknowledge the widow is as young as any woman of her years I ever saw my life, and in wealth I should be an emperor. But indeed, Walter, I could ruin myself as effectually. I feel I could. I have all the laudable inclinations necessary there too, with a large fortune as with a moderate one, and that age will come and gout and bile and ill-temper's and no sweet remembrances of smiles, of dimpling cheeks, of melting eyes, to cheer me. Were the widow once turned of eighty, the charms of youth and beauty should not tempt me from her.

Starting point is 09:36:41 As it is, I could like her daughter better. Ah, but Miss Ashburn's is a searching eye. She would inquire for thy passport of virtue and morality, Phil Marr. You perceive plainly, don't you, Walter, that I have no alternative but taking Sabella Valmont with her seven thousand pounds per annum. now seen her picture tell me is she not unequalled and may i not sometimes without any violent effort of self-denial condescend to toy away an hour or two with though my own wife a creature so perfect walter walter could i drench in oblivion that youth with the flowing beard i should be proud to acknowledge how often i dream of this little seducer as it certainly was not montgomery who could it be and why came he there this interrogation is constantly served up with my breakfast it even attends my undressing, and has been not unfrequently my bedfellow. The very quintessence of politeness, however, it never intrudes further than the door of the tavern or gaming-house. For the former, I now leave it and thee. Thine Fillmar.

Starting point is 09:37:47 End of Section 57. Section 58 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the podcast. public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Avai in February 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 18.

Starting point is 09:38:25 From Carolyn Ashburn to Arthur Murden. Can you, will you, my dear friend, undertake to rescue Sibela from the tyranny at present exercised over her? If you will, write me instantly three lines to London, where I am now returning. From that place I will relate the particulars of my visit to Valmont, which will also include my reasons for this request. Now I only write while I change horses at B. Carolyn Ashburn.

Starting point is 09:38:57 End of Section 58. Section 59 of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librevox.org. Recording by Thomas Peter. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 19, from Arthur Mirden to Caroline Ashburn.

Starting point is 09:39:31 Madam, when you bid me live and live for Cibela, I shut my eyes against the voice of the siren. Name the possibility of my rescuing Cibela, and the light and sun again becomes of value to me. Arthur Merton End of Section 59 Section 60 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock

Starting point is 09:39:59 This is a Librivox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer Please visit Librivox.org Recording by Avai in February 2017 Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick.

Starting point is 09:40:20 Volume 3. Letter 20. From Carolyn Ashburn to Arthur Murden. Inexorable, as you would persuade me you are, I still hope to conquer you. Yet it must be a future work. Sibela's releases are present employment, and, though I am not surprised at your readiness to undertake it, I am truly grateful. In this case, I know your heart and your benevolence are separated.

Starting point is 09:40:48 for, determined as you are to live and die without hope, every step that carries you toward her increases your anguish. The sacrifice is great. I wish you would trust me that in the end it may find a reward. The enclosed letter you must yourself give to Sibela. Mr. Valmont may lock up the doors of his castle, but your cell and panel is not under his dominion. Your hermit's cap and gown secure your own escape.

Starting point is 09:41:18 be sure you do not escape alone read the enclosed and you will find i mean to join you on the road you will there find also my reason for not being of your party through the subterraneous passage and into the castle to yourself i leave the conduct of the business your brain is fertile in project and on your faith and delicacy in execution i would rely as on my own soul when i reached walmont park mr walmont sent an excuse for not admitting me message after message flew from the moat to the castle and I was compelled to stipulate for not seeing anyone but himself ere the word of command was given for me to pass he received me with a demeanor cold formal and haughty I assured him that a motive equal to the pleasure I had promised myself of seeing Sibela had induced me to take the journey I perfectly understand you madam said he but once For all, to save you the trouble of useless discussion, I will not relax an atom of my severity,

Starting point is 09:42:25 till Miss Valmont has in some measure expiated her fault. What is her fault, sir? Her fault, repeated he, starting. I perceive, madam, you are a stranger to the cursed business, and may you remain so, for your own, for hers, and her family's sake. Is Clement Montgomery concerned? He bit his lip, arose from his seat, stifled anger contracting his brow. I see he is, said I, and,

Starting point is 09:42:59 Madam, said Mr. Valmont sternly, your understanding should inform you that affairs which concern the honour of a family are only to be canvassed by the individuals immediately belonging to it. You forget, sir, I replied, that I am a female, and, according to your creed cannot possess understanding. It is owing to this deficiency that I am of opinion, the honor of a family, as generally understood, is a matter quite opposite to the virtue of a family.

Starting point is 09:43:31 In the present case, I think you clasp your honor and turn your virtue and justice out of doors. If, when you use such terms in speaking of Sibela, you allude to her contract with Clement, I acknowledge her in the wrong. To ratify that contract, act, sir, would be a worse error, for he is undeserving of her. But all that, and the worst of errors she can commit, may ascribe their origin to yourself.

Starting point is 09:43:59 Madam, you are obliging, but you have not yet convinced me I am under any necessity of explaining myself to you. Whatever offences Clement has committed against me, he shall not fail of his proper punishment. Trust me, he shall not. Aye. I. Will you take any refreshment, madam? Rising. I regret Mrs. Valmont is too much indisposed to receive you. Pardon me, our conference must end.

Starting point is 09:44:32 You will excuse me, but I cannot suffer you to see Miss Valmont. It is indeed impossible. I declined the refreshment, lamented for Miss Valmont, and objected to putting an end to the conference. And this last produced an altercation. too diffuse and passionate to be related minutely. I mentioned Sibela's fortune. He almost started with surprise.

Starting point is 09:44:57 He said I could not have heard it from her, for he had refused her permission to write to me. No, I replied, I believe my informant was hers. He called some Earl a lying scoundrel, and added, after a moment's pause, that now it was useless to keep it longer secret, that Miss Valmont was her father's heiress, since the object of its being concealed was utterly destroyed.

Starting point is 09:45:21 He had planned the concealment for her benefit, and carried it into execution only to perfect her happiness. She had indeed a noble fortune, he said, ill be stout. None of his should go the same way. And as to the pragmatical puppy who took the pains to tell her of it, his scheme, by the disclosure, was effectually annihilated. As you, Murden, have no striking characteristics of the puppy, I took the liberty of asking Mr. Valmont if he knew the person to whom he

Starting point is 09:45:52 alluded. Very well, he replied, too well. It was the son of Sibelah's other guardian who wanted her wealth to amend his poverty. I believe not, said I. Madam, I am assured of it. He bribed some of the fools of my family to admit him. Did they confess the charge? Not absolutely, but they prevaricated and talked. talked backwards and forwards in such a way as confirming their guilt. Talking backwards and forwards, sir, said I, sometimes proceeds from confusion and awe.

Starting point is 09:46:29 I am very much inclined to believe your servants innocent in this affair, Mr. Valmont. Miss Ashburn is extremely inclined to construe all I say or do in the way that best pleases her. But Cibella herself saw this person and herself gave me the information. That I know too. And I know what you are going to advance, madam. She might tell you as she did me of his faint name. He called himself some Mr. Murden, a friend of Clements he persuaded her to believe him to be.

Starting point is 09:47:02 I, sir, have a friend called Merden, and so had Clement Montgomery. Might it not be him? No, madam, it might not, replied Mr. Valmont, for no person but her two guardians ever knew a whisper of Sibela's fortune. I tell you, the Earl disclosed it to his son, because he wanted his son to marry her. I refused their offer, and their residence lately in this neighbourhood confirms the rest. Once more you are mistaken, Mr. Valmont.

Starting point is 09:47:34 Hear me out, sir, for his fiery impatience was again blazing forth. How the secret was first unfolded, I know not, but, the immediate agency of conveying this intelligence to Sibela, the guardian you speak of had no concern whatever. I am much better informed than you perhaps may imagine, Mr. Valmont. You discharged your servants from passion, not from conviction. I pledge myself to prove the truth of my affection, if you will let us make a compromise. Liberate Sibella.

Starting point is 09:48:07 Give her to my care one month, and I will tell you who the person was. and for your future security, how he gained admission into your park. Cobwebs to catch eagles. I grant, madam, you are amazingly condescending, but as the days of enchantment are past, I am as well instructed on the latter point as I wish to be. For my future security, I am also provided. The suspicious parts of my household are gone,

Starting point is 09:48:36 and I think I have secured the fidelity of the rest. Your request concerning Miss Valmont's passing from my care to yours, madam, is not worthy of an answer. Somewhat indignantly I reminded him that an abuse of power might be the forfeiture of power and that the law, useless as it is for the relief of general oppression, might reach this particular instance. I despise your threats, madam, said Mr. Valmont,

Starting point is 09:49:06 as I do your entreaties. The will of your own. the Honourable Honorius Valmont delegated to me the care of her person till the age of 21. Then whoever aspires to the protection of a disgraced, dishonored woman may claim it, but till then, madam, I swear that in the solitude and confinement of this castle she shall weep for her errors. Depend on it, madam, whilst you favour us with your abode in any part of this country, the rigor of her imprisonment shall be tenfold. And so saying he rang the bell furiously and would have departed.

Starting point is 09:49:47 Hold, sir, one moment, cried I, and then after a pause I promised to quit the country instantly if he would suffer me to converse one quarter of an hour with Mrs. Valmont. Oh, pray show this lady to your mistress's dressing-room, said he sneeringly to the servant that appeared. it would be well in your wisdom madam to make mrs valmont's influence of consequence before you attempt to gain mrs valmont's influence mrs valmont having worn out the variety of fancied indispositions is now fairly dying of inanity She was neither surprised at my visit, nor at all interested by that which she herself called the lamentable state of her niece. Mrs. Valmont was attended by her confidential servant, whom I requested to remain in the apartment, for I judged I should from her gain more information than from her lady.

Starting point is 09:50:43 And I judged rightly. She was not only willing, but eager, to tell me all she knew. It seems Mr. Valmont has had two interviews with his niece. The first was on her leaving you in the ruin when Mr. Valmont was irritated by her persisting to declare herself married, to strike her. She did throw herself into the moat, but she received no injury. From that time he ordered her to be confined. In the second interview, a painful circumstance relating to Cibella transpired, in consequence of which her uncle abruptly commanded her from his presence. The discovery he had made wounded him almost to madness,

Starting point is 09:51:27 and his first transports of rage have subsided into a constant gloomy moroseness. At times he has been seen to weep. The circumstance I speak of has been whispered from one to another throughout the family, and in this way alone travelled to Mrs. Valmont, for mortified pride would choke Mr. Valmont's attempt, were he inclined to give the secret utterance. I can trace the operations of his pride, but I am lost with respect to his tears,

Starting point is 09:51:57 for Sibela never possessed any of his affection. My tears flowed without restraint when I learned this distressing circumstance, and heard also that our Sibela droops under her uncle's cruelty. She eats little, sighs deeply, but weeps seldom. It was unnecessary to enjoin silence, to her domestics, for she never attempts to speak to them. They frequently hear her talk of some letter,

Starting point is 09:52:24 which she holds up between her clasped hands as she traverses her apartment in extreme agitation, and then she exclaims, he never, never wrote it. Once a day she is conducted to the terrace, but her wood and all her beloved haunts are forbidden. You, Mirden, could not have borne the apathy with which these and other particulars were repeated,

Starting point is 09:52:50 nor could Mrs. Valmont, with all my reasoning, be prevailed on to suppose that she, who had been so long governed, should now infringe on her obedience, and endeavored to give aid and comfort to her ill-treated niece. I had quitted Mr. Valmont in anger. I quitted Mrs. Valmont in sorrow. As I crossed the square court in front of the building, I stopped and looked up with an eye of tea.

Starting point is 09:53:17 to Sibela's windows. No pale, melancholy form appeared to my salute. Thus Miss Valmont, said I to the servant attending me, inhabit the same apartments as formerly. The man looked round every way, and replied in the affirmative. Scarcely was I receded in the carriage when I began to accuse myself as wanting friendship and humanity

Starting point is 09:53:43 when I foolishly promised Mr. Valmont to quit the country. "'Murden would not have done this,' thought I. "'Then Merton is the fittest person to repair the error. "'And before I arrived at B, I had resolved to engage you "'to take her from this proud, this cruel uncle. "'I have now only to tell you why I hastened on to London, "'to procure her an asylum. "'The very term proves to you that Mrs. Ashburn's house is out of the question.

Starting point is 09:54:14 "'If you know Mrs. Beville, the sister of David, port, you know a very amiable woman who will open her arms and heart for the reception of Sibella. It is not my design to make either her retreat or the means used in her escape a secret, but if it is possible to prevent Clement Montgomery's seeing her, that I will do. To shield her from Mr. Valmont, we must oppose authority. It was a strange oversight in me not to learn the name of her other guardian. Let me beseech you, my dear friend, to arm yourself with fortitude. If the circumstance to which I allude in a part of this letter betrays its own authenticity to you,

Starting point is 09:54:58 I know your heart will be rent with agony. Yet persevere. Ah, I need not say that. In itself it includes every incitement to her relief. Use no speed on my account, for I shall be unknown in that obscure village seven miles the other side of B, where you must stop for me. Let me know when I may be there, and in waiting for you, I can have no other impatience than of being assured you are in safety.

Starting point is 09:55:29 Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 60. Section 61 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer. here please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Avae in February 2017.

Starting point is 09:56:01 Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 21. From Carolyn Ashburn to Sibela Valmont, enclosed in the preceding. Your Carolyn Ashburn, my Sibella, your own Carolyn, who loves you with her whole heart, sends murder to your relief. Need I add a stronger recommendation? Ah, no. Thus commissioned, you will instantly assure yourself he is benevolent, noble, just, and has not one fault in his nature that counteracts the propriety of choosing him for your protector. I have lately been in the castle, Sibela. I have seen your cruel uncle, your insensible aunt, but she, for whose sake I

Starting point is 09:56:48 encountered them was secluded from my view. I know every particular of your situation. Yes, my love, every particular. There you have endured enough. Come away. Follow the footsteps of your guide. They will conduct you to liberty. Happiness may overtake us by and by. My own hand should lead you to the dreary hermit's cell. My smiles should cheer you, for Merdin is not apt now to smile. yet, believe me, his heart will rejoice in your deliverance, though his eye may talk of nothing but woe. But I dare not come. Your uncle has spied. Where he to find me in the neighborhood he would suspect a plan to relieve you, and by some new maneuver counteracted. We have but this one means in our power, for your uncle is irreconcilable. When Murden gives you this letter,

Starting point is 09:57:43 commit yourself wholly to his direction. He will bring you, my Sibet. with all convenient dispatch to a little village called Krum, 15 miles from your uncle's castle. There your Carolyn's arms will receive you, and my affection tells me we shall never again be separated. A short farewell, Zybella. Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 61.

Starting point is 09:58:16 Section 62 of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the post. public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Sam Isaacson. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3. Letter 22. From George Valmont to Clement Montgomery. Sir. On the very day, I received your answer to my last letter, I discovered a circumstance

Starting point is 09:58:49 which rendered that answer quite unnecessary, except to prove that you are not only a villain, but a cowardly villain. I should have given to myself the satisfaction of telling you thus much before, but I delayed for two reasons. The first, till I had completely vanished every struggling effort of the affection I once had for you, almost the only affection I ever had in my life, and the second, perhaps a very consoling one to you, until I had executed the deed which comes here with,

Starting point is 09:59:21 by which under certain annexed conditions you are in. entitled to the possession of two hundred pounds for life. However, you may be obliged by the action. You have but little obligation to the motive. I hate and detest you cordially, but I would not, for my honour's sake, give up to absolute beggary, my own, my only son. Yes, sir, my son. Not legitimate, I confess, but natural in the strongest acceptance of the term. I can't. I had not ten straws for your mother, yet, from your birth, I felt a strange propensity to love you. I schemed and planned for your advantage. For your sake alone, I contrived a project by which all the united wealth of the Valmont House would have been showered on your head. I intended,

Starting point is 10:00:13 mark me, sir, I determined you should marry my niece, and take my name, burying the disgrace of your birth in the nobleness of my possessions. And, as I abhorred that a man who bore my name abandoned himself to the love of society, I sent you into the world as poor and adopted that you might experience its disappointments and know how to value your proper happiness. Amply have you rewarded my extreme love and constant labour! I patiently undergo this statement, because I would have you see exactly where you might have stood and where you stand now. The conditions of your present independence are that you never come into my presence.

Starting point is 10:00:54 if you once intrude by letter or otherwise i wipe away the allowance and every trace of consideration for you also the instant you form any species of intercourse with miss valmont the deed is cancelled even this pungry sum as it is mine shall not help to support infamy ingratitude and treachery make the comparison so between two hundred pounds and eighteen thousand pounds per annum ha does it gall you so may it ever may rest fly from your pillow and contentment from your heart, and men you will know what I have experienced since I discovered the indelible stain you have fixed on my family. My equally worthless niece perhaps may, when she is her own mistress, be inclined to reward your conduct with her hand, for, if I may judge by her reception of your letter when I gave it to her, she is not more the fool of inclination and of credulity. Remember, she never possesses one penny of mine. If you really have any friend of the name of Murden,

Starting point is 10:01:54 pray offer him my very sincere thanks, but for his timely interference I might have given you a part of your intended inheritance before I discovered your scoundrel-like conduct. In the moment of acknowledging you my son, I renounce you forever. I cast you from my affection and memory, and should you henceforth think of me, know that you have an inveterate, implacable enemy in your father. G. Valmont. End of Section 62. Recording by Sam Isaacson. Section 63 of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 10:02:44 For more information or to volunteer, please visitlibrovox.org. Recording by Thomas Peter. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 23. from Arthur Merton to Caroline Ashburn Madam, I date my letter from the farm. Richardson is my confidant. He has a sincere, generous mind.

Starting point is 10:03:10 I stood before him confessed in all my folly. He will give me his utmost aid. Do not again call me inexorable, dear Miss Ashburn. I have yielded greatly indeed to you. I consulted a physician at Barlow Hall. As we are so speedily to meet, it would be useless to conceal from you that. wherever it had its beginning, the disorder is not now confined to my mind.

Starting point is 10:03:33 Youth, the physician said, was in my favour. The continent might do me service. He ordered some medicine, regulated my diet, and, when I told him of my leaving the hall immediately, he shook my hand, conviction speaking from his countenance, that it was his last salute to me. A few restorative medicines furnished me with strength to reach the farm. here my purpose nerves me. But why do you bid me fortify my heart?

Starting point is 10:04:01 Oh, my dear madam, it has been long since fortified. From the fatal night when she gave herself to the arms of Clement, my heart became callous, impenetrable to the dart of any new calamity. And sometimes, too, I smile, Miss Ashburn. It is amazing into what familiar habits of intimacy I and the misery that abide with me have fallen. Fear me not, madam. In this enterprise I've all. the determination of will, all the vigour of health. Everything is prepared. Last night,

Starting point is 10:04:32 accompanied by Richardson, who from his zealous apprehensions for my safety, would not suffer me to go alone, I visited the rock. No interruptors have been there. The cell, the stone, and the passage are still at our devotion. Richardson is too honest to make an improper use of the secret of this ruin. Nay, he was the first to remind me. It would be just when our purpose was affected to give Mr. Valmont its description. Again, I repeat, everything is prepared. I only wait for you to inform me of the nearest connection between her apartments in the armoury. A blunder might be fatal. When you have given me this necessary information, quit London to meet us instantly. For the night succeeding in the receipt of your letter, Sibella shall bid adieu to her oppressor's dungeon.

Starting point is 10:05:15 Direct to Richardson, Stanta Farm, W. A. Merton Not a-de-bene. You blame, with great justice. the little power I possess of detaching myself from the affairs of my heart. Last time I wrote, it escaped me till my letter was gone, and now I have torn open the seal to tell you that Mademoiselle Lundy is an abandoned woman, Montgomery's mistress in Paris. And, though I have no posture of proof, I venture to assert she holds the same station in London. If it suits you to inform Mrs. Ashpen of her companion's principles, on the authority of my name, it is wholly at your service.

Starting point is 10:05:51 End of Section 63 Section 64 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock This is a Lebrievox recording All Librivox recordings are in the public domain For more information or to volunteer

Starting point is 10:06:13 Please visit Librivox.org Recording by Lian Yao Secrecy Or The Ruin on the Rock By Eliza Fenwick Volume 3 Letter 24. From Janetta Laundee to Clement Montgomery, I ought to reproach you, but, dear, and irresistible as you are.

Starting point is 10:06:39 Your image, Montgomery, banishes everything but sensations of pleasure. What can be the reason of your sudden gloom and distraction? I am sure the loss of your money cannot be all, because you know how easily you may be supplied by mrs ashbur until you have further remittances why should you hesitate when i assure you she would be obliged by your making the demand recollect her own words the evening she compelled you to use her pocket-book at the farrow table and if you will not allow me to urge you on another point at least be persuaded to spare yourself fruitless anxiety about your losses at play still i fear there is something else and will you not tell it to janetta to your own janetta who has sacrificed her peace to you what it is that thus distresses you do you remember how you behaved last night i was terrified to death at your appearance i asked if you were ill you struck your hand on your forehead and said you were undone is the beauty as saba inconstant asked miss miss Aschburn. I shall never forget the manner of your answer. You spoke through your shot teeth. Damnation, madam, she has ruined me. Then, whirling round, you caught my hand and exclaimed,

Starting point is 10:08:04 O laundie, I am indeed undone! How I trembled! I tremble now to think of it! For God's sake, my dear beloved Montgomery, be careful! The hated, the prying miss ashburn was by and if she never suspected us before i am sure she does now you went up to lady barlow and asked her fiercely for her nephew mr murdon sir said miss ashburn looking at you with such scorn i could have killed her mr murden sir is at present a sort of wandering knight-errant sometime within a fortnight you will hear certain tidings of him he may be in london it seemed as if you came only to ask this question for you went away soon after and though you strove to be gayer you sighed so deeply i could scarcely contain me myself. I wept all night, and now I am writing instead of dressing. How dear to me every employment that has a concern with my charming Montgomery! I know not what excuse I shall make at dinner for my melancholy appearance, but fears for my own safety are swallowed up in my apprehensions

Starting point is 10:09:22 for you. Luckily, the Duchess is confined with a cold. I will visit her tonight, and, on my way, call on you. So prepare to confide all your griefs to the sympathising bosom of your genetor. Miss Ashburn, two hours ago, received a letter which seemed to give her great pleasure, and, while she was reading it, Lord Fillmore came in. When she had finished the letter, she turned to him. Didn't I hear you speak of someone being ill, my lord? Oh yes, madam. I was inquiring whether Montgomery came here last night to seek physician. or a nurse. I called on him yesterday morning, and the servant said, his master was very bad, dreadfully bad, too bad to be seen. I sent off to dinner,

Starting point is 10:10:10 and he was worse. I drove to his lodgings, just now, to make my adheres, before I leave town, and still he was so bad I could not be let in. Yet I met Miss Trevers, who tells me he was of the party here last evening, a little out of spirits, indeed, but quite as handsome as ever. "'That he is bad, my lord,' replied Miss Ashburn, fixing her eyes on me. I can very well credit. And, ere long, I shall endeavour to point out some persons who have the same infectious disorders. Unless you had seen her look, you can't tell half the meaning this conveyed. After reading her letter again, she told Mrs. Ashburn she was going out of town immediately.

Starting point is 10:10:56 And being asked where, she said, that could not be explained till her return her chase is ordered and i am delighted to think she can't interrupt us when she is away dear too dear montgomery expect her at nine thy ever faithful janetta End of Section 64. Recording by Leanne. Section 65 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org.

Starting point is 10:11:45 Recording by Avay in February 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza. Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 25. From Carolyn Ashburn to Arthur Murden. The long, narrow passage where you met those three men you spoke of, connects the tower with the south wing. There you will find a flight of stone stairs by which she used to descend to the armory. Those stairs will conduct you into the gallery belonging to Sibelah's apartments. Her uncle, fond of magnificence, appropriated to her use solely all the suit of rooms on that floor of the wing. She may be secured by lock and key, but I do not suppose anyone is permitted to sleep near her. Of that you must run the hazard.

Starting point is 10:12:37 Do not wonder my lines are uneven, for I actually tremble while I follow you in imagination to that gallery. Where I writing to anyone but yourself, I should bid you blend boldness and caution. You have done it already. Ah, my sweet friend, my Sibela, but I forgot that you are a stranger, my Sibela, to nervous apprehension. The first word of his errand will bless you. No, murder, mere assertion, though aided by the authority of your name, will not convince Mrs. Ashburn of her companion's profligacy. If I cannot fairly and fully detect her practices, I can never remove her. The affair must rest till my return, and then I will try my.

Starting point is 10:13:21 utmost. I thank you for your information, and I have this morning given Miss Lundy an information that I understand her. A surprising alteration is displayed in Montgomery. Mr. Valmont, I conclude, has begun his discipline. Explanation is approaching, and do you, my friend, scold yourself before you and he meet, and then you will not cease to befriend him, though he may cease to befriend himself? Adieu. Here this arrives at the farm, I shall be at my station. Carolyn Ashburn End of Section 65.

Starting point is 10:14:04 Section 66 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Tavarish. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. letter 26 from clement montgomery to janetta londy and is it come to this you urged the secret from me i would fain have withheld and now do you also give me up to despair oh janetta janetta have i deserved it of you what was there in that cruel letter of mr walmont's which should chill the ardour of love his anger of love his anger has blasted all the fair promises of my life,

Starting point is 10:14:59 but it could not transform me into age or ugliness. Still am I, though wretched and desperate, thy Montgomery, still adoring thy beauty, panting for thy charms. Forgive me if these reproaches are injurious to your tenderness, if you yet love me, forgive me. Alas, you love me not. you turn from me with an averted eye, you repulse my caresses, you give me up to misery and despair,

Starting point is 10:15:32 and the wretched Montgomery dies under your neglect. Farewell, my Janetta. Oh, farewell, farewell, then, to all the blooming pleasures which I gathered with an eager hand. my sentence is without appeal, Mr. Valmont, that a father should be so cruel, dooms me to poverty and disgrace. Can I exist in poverty? No, by heaven, shall I languish in assorted dwelling with mere food and covering and sicken over the remembrance of past enjoyments?

Starting point is 10:16:13 Shall I live to crawl along with steps enfeebled by misfortune, and view the splendid equipages of those who were once my associates pass me unheeded? No, I cannot endure it. Some way or other I must end it. All the means of making life desirable are denied me. I blush at my unmerited disgrace. I would hide myself from every eye save yours, Janetta, and when the fatal tidings are divulged abroad, I shall surely expire with torture.

Starting point is 10:16:54 Yet be once more kind, my charmer, if thou hast no kindness for the unfortunate Montgomery, this once at least affected. Thou hast known misfortune. Have pity on me. Come and listen to my sighs. Let me breathe a sorrowful farewell on thy bosom. I shall not ask this indulgence as second time. I will fly to bury in solitude this short remnant of a miserable existence.

Starting point is 10:17:28 Then come, and once more bid my heart throb with rapturous sensations. Bid me for a moment, forget my doom, remembering only what I have been. The blissful moment ended. Farewell, Janetta. Farewell to all. Plymond Montgomery. End of Section 66. Section 67.

Starting point is 10:18:00 Of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Libby-Rox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Leanne Yew. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. By Eliza Fenwick, Volume 3, Letter 27,

Starting point is 10:18:26 From Janetta Laundee to Clement Montgomery. It is very strange I should express myself so ill, As to have my emotions of sorrow and regret mistaken, by you, for coldness and aversion. It is cruel, Montgomery, thus to accuse your Janetta. Could I but describe the anguish I suffered, both on your account in my own? You would pity me. Yes, Montgomery, tis I should ask for pity. I, who never till now knew how strong are the ties by which my rival held you.

Starting point is 10:19:07 Barbarous as she is, I fear you still love her. She thinks only how she can most effectually work your ruin, while you charred with the neglect and unkindness, the faithful Janetta, who is laboring to redress your misfortunes. Montgomery, there is but one way. To talk of dying is absurd. You may feel a temporary languor, the effect of vapour and indigestion, but the bloom and vigour of a constitution like yours is not so easily undermined.

Starting point is 10:19:40 Trust me, you will live to a good old age. Even with the despicable £200 per annum, your hard-hearted father bestows on you. but it is in your power montgomery to live surrounded by riches and splendour to command the perpetual succession of pleasures which riches and splendour can procure remember the proposal i made you one day half an earnest half ingest think of it embrace it and send mr valmont back his paltry annuity in disdain you cannot be so blind so mad as to reject this only means of your happiness renounce it and i shall believe you reserve yourself for my rival the faithless and barbara accept it and all the delights which genessa's love can bestow are yours for ever why should you hide yourself that form and face were given for better purposes bloom in success and victory and leave to those that you hide yourself-yourself that form and face were given for better purposes bloom in success and victory and and leave to those who possess not your advantages to mope in dull obscurity you owe yourself for this triumph over the malice of mr valmont and the cruelty of her who has so wantonly betrayed you to his wrath throw off your foibles and your sorrow and call up those alluring graces of your mean which are so irresistible exchange your sighs for smiles and aided by the advantage of dress you well know how to choose

Starting point is 10:21:18 come here to dinner i have contrived that we shall dine alone weigh well what i advise and its motives and then ask yourself if i deserve to be accused of unkindness ask yourself what that love must be which can content itself with secret confessions and can yield its open triumph to another in order to secure your advantage consider these things with attention dearest montgomery and convince me that you deserve all our own I am willing to do for you by your instant compliance. I cannot. Do not doubt you. Be here by six. Ever yours, if you wish me to be so. Donata Laundee.

Starting point is 10:22:04 End of Section 67. Recording by Leanne Yeo. Section 68 of secrecy or the ruin on the rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Sam Isaacson.

Starting point is 10:22:31 Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 28. From George Vellmont to Clement Montgomery. Scoundrel. By means I cannot divine, Sibella has escaped me. I have no doubt you or some of your diabolical agents are concerned in the business. The deed, sir, I have.

Starting point is 10:22:55 have burnt. Your draught of it must help to amuse you. It delights me to think she is not yet nineteen and that you are penniless. Beg at my gates if you dare. The worst of indignities are better than your deservings. You seal your union under happy auspices. I give you joy. Would I could give you destruction? George Valmont. recording by Sam Isaacson. Since, sir, you have extended my punishment to the utmost, I can incur no heavier penalty by thus intruding myself before you. I could offer many excuses, sir, for my first fault, but it is now too late. Only I must say your harshness and severity drove us to that measure which injustice to myself,

Starting point is 10:24:28 I must also inform you, Miss Valmont, proposal. and with which I reluctantly complied. But, sir, your further charge is without foundation. I have neither any concern in, nor any knowledge of Miss Valmont's flight, and, further to prove that I would have obeyed you if I could, I shall refuse to protect her. Indeed, sir, your last letter has driven me immediately to ratify an engagement that precludes the possibility of any further intercourse with Miss Valmont.

Starting point is 10:25:06 I remain, sir, your unhappy and repentant son, Clement Montgomery. End of Section 69. Section 70 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is the Libervox recording. All Libervox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librebox.org. recording by thomas peter secrecy or the ruin on the rock by eliza fenwick volume three letter thirty from arthur murden to caroline ashburn there she is madam she walks in size and one little room a small circumference contains only murden and sabella when the waiter shut the door and withdrew i would have given an eye to have detained him she knows not i am writing to you

Starting point is 10:26:08 For she would have taken the office on herself, and that would not satisfy me. It is a relief, madam, to write, though anything upon earth would be preferable to hearing—I mean, seeing her. Miss Ashburn, till I saw her, I do not understand you. Where much you warned me? It will be three hours before you reach you. I send this letter by a man and horse, because, in knowing that we are safe, you will have at least half an hour of less anxiety. The place where we are now is only a village. five miles out of the road to Valmont.

Starting point is 10:26:41 Richardson advised me to make this sweep for fear of a pursuit. He brought us here through crossroads on its own horses. I have sent him back, and the only chaise this little inn maintains is engaged for a two hours airing for some invalid in the village. Have patience, madam. Your friend is safe. Richardson and myself possessed ourselves of the cell at half-past nine last night.

Starting point is 10:27:03 Then in our disguises we prowled around the castle till about eleven, and heard the locking of doors, and saw in the upper windows, light after light, die away, as their possessors yielded themselves to rest. We were not venture too early. I believe it was passed too before we left the armoury. All was hushed. The stairs, the gallery, her apartments. I seized Richardson by the arm as he attempted to turn the lock.

Starting point is 10:27:29 It seemed profanation. I feared everything. I would have gone back. Richardson forbade me. We entered the antechamber. We crossed two others. The door of a third stood open. In that there was a fire, a candle, and a bed. The curtains were undrawn, and I caught a glimpse of her face. Instantly I drew the door so close as only to admit my hand, holding out your letter. I gasped. Speak for me, I said to Richardson, saying, Miss Ashburn. Rise, dear Miss Valmont, said he. Miss Ashburn sends you this. I heard her start from the bed. Who? What? Miss Ashburn, repeated Richardson.

Starting point is 10:28:11 Miss Ashburn, it is a letter from Miss Ashburn. She took, or rather, snatched the letter, and, as I withdrew my hand, she shut the door hastily. I heard her utter an exclamation. I could hear her two burst into sobs and bless you. I heard her also name another. At length she asked, without opening the door, if I was indeed Mr. Murden, and if I could take her from the castle.

Starting point is 10:28:35 "'Oh, yes, yes,' said I. "'Come away.' "'Stay,' she replied. She was dressed in an instant. She opened the door. She came out to us. "'Ah, what, what is the matter?' cried she, extending her arms as if to save me from falling.

Starting point is 10:28:51 "'Why were you not more explicit in your letter, Miss Ashburn? "'I recoiled from her, from the remembrance of her clement, "'and, as I leaned on Richardson's shoulder, "'I closed my dim eyes and wished they might never more open upon recollection. "'Shame!' whispered Richardson. "'You are unmanned!' "'And so I am, Miss Ashburn. "'I think, too, I should love revenge.

Starting point is 10:29:16 "'I feel a rankling glow of satisfaction "'as she walks past my chair "'that I have so placed it I cannot look up and behold her. "'I recovered strength and courage "'while my horror remained unabated. "'She saw I could hear, "'and she began to pour forth "'the effusions of her gratitude upon you and us.

Starting point is 10:29:34 "'She knew you had been in the... the castle. Her cruel uncle had informed her of it. And then, said she, I fancied I must die without seeing anyone that ever loved me. As she spoke, I turned my eyes from her now haggard and jaundiced face to my own, reflected in the mirror by which I was standing. Moving corpses, said I to myself, why encumber ye the fair earth? He showed me a letter too, added she. He said Clement had renounced me. "'Ah, Mr. Valmont! "'Deceiving Mr. Valmont!'

Starting point is 10:30:07 "'And she waved her hand gracefully. "'Had you known Stabella's heart as she knows Clemens, you?' "'Come away,' said I. "'Have you no other preparation to make, madam?' asked Richardson. "'The night is very cold.' "'This reminded her of a cloak. "'She inquired if she must swim across the moat, "'and said she was sure she could swim,

Starting point is 10:30:26 "'for she knew why she had failed before. "'I bade Richardson lead her. "'I expected to have seen her much more surprised at this, strange path through which she had to go. From the armoury to the cell she never spoke. Her mind was overcharged with swelling emotions. At times we were obliged to stand still. She even panted for freer respiration. Leigh. I had wheels. I expected our chaise. It is some travellers who have stopped her bait. After we had safely crossed the moat, she alternately grasped our hands in a tumult of joy, named you, named me, but talked on the never-feeling theme of her. her, Clement. She rode behind Richardson. I see she is much worse for the journey. Yet her burning eye and vehement spirits would persuade me otherwise. She kindly ceased her torturing questions concerning Clement, imagining by my abrupt answers I was too ill to talk. She says you will heal me, for you have healed her. Miss Ashburn, how ardently she loves you. I find you will receive

Starting point is 10:31:30 this letter an hour before we come. Won't you thank and praise me? me. It is written with a shaking hand and throbbing temples. I know it would be difficult to keep Sibela from mounting the same horse if she were informed of the messenger. When we enter the chaise, I will tell her what I have done. Amen. End of Section 70. Section 71 of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock. This is the Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please. visit Librevox.org. Recording by Thomas Peter. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fennick, Volume 3, Letter 31, From the Same to the Same. Why should I have the rage of distraction

Starting point is 10:32:25 without the frenzy? Dare they tell me I am a lunatic? She is gone, Miss Ashburn. I have lost your treasure. Some villain, lured by the vestiges of her transcendent beauty, has taken her from me. me into a bed. The barbarians confine me here. Won't you order me to be released? Oh, sweet Miss Ashburn, won't you tell them I must be released? Now I recollect I wanted to tell you all the particulars.

Starting point is 10:32:51 Ha! They fade from me, and I dream again. End of section 71. Section 72 of Secreasy, or the ruin on the rock. This is a Librevox recording. All Librevox recordings are in the public domain. For more information, or to volunteer,

Starting point is 10:33:14 here, please visit Libravox.org, recording by April 9060, California, USA. Secreasy, or the Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, contained in letter 31. Madam, I keep the blue boar at Hipsley, and the poor unhappy gentleman, who wrote the above, came to my house with his lady yesterday morning. As long as ever I live, I shan't forget the poor gentleman's ravings, when he discovered that his lady had ran away from him, and he only came to his senses about an hour ago, when he ordered us to send for you. And he wrote till his raving fit returned,

Starting point is 10:33:54 and it would melt your heart, madam, to hear how he is bemoaning himself and calling by the kindest names the ungrateful wicked lady who served him so badly. I saw her jump into the chaise myself, and she went willingly enough, though he won't believe it. My son brings you this, madam, and I hope you will tell us what we must do for the poor gentleman. From your ladyship's humble servant, Mary Holmes. End of Section 72. Section 73 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording.

Starting point is 10:34:33 All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Avayi in February 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Roan. Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 32, from Carolyn Ashburn to Arthur Murden. Ah, my friend, my beloved Merden,

Starting point is 10:35:02 if an interval of memory, happily, now is thine, read these lines which thy friend pens to thee in agony. She follows on the instant. You once demanded my consolations and friendship, as a reparation for the mischievous error into which I had led you. Will you receive them now? Now, as such, against the manifold mischiefs I have brought upon you? Ah, what?

Starting point is 10:35:27 What had I to do with secret escapes? I who exclaimed from the beginning against Valmond's secrecy and prophesied its fatal consequences. Must I too conspire to make Sibella the victim of secrecy? Unhappy sufferer. Yet more unhappy Carolyn, she debarred the use of her judgment, erred only from mistake. I, alas, have sinned against reason and conviction.

Starting point is 10:35:56 Clement, I suspect, has watched our footsteps. I fear he has secured her. Ah, miserable fate! Consol yourself, my dearest friend. It will please you to know that even before I come to you I am going to be to send messengers in search of Sibela. And if money and vigilance can bring us tidings of our lost friend, I have the power of employing both.

Starting point is 10:36:23 Prepare to receive me with calmness. Already I have the aggravated distress of your and Sibela's feelings to endure. I am pained beyond description. Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 73. Section 74 of secrecy or the ruin on the rock. This is a Libervox recording. All Libravox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 10:36:56 For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibraVox.org. Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick, Volume 3, Letter 33 from Lord Fillmar to Sir Walter Boyer. I can truly say I neither sit, stand, walk, nor lie. That is, the complete I, body, and soul together. let the former attempt its mechanical motions as it will the other in a quite opposite direction is striking corvetting capering twisting tumbling and playing more tricks than any fantastical ape in nature therefore dear walter you must send me instantly a hundred guineas yes really if you want to quiet my conscience you must send me a hundred guineas nothing will quiet my conscience but matrimony I cannot marry without a hundred guineas. Ergo, if you don't send me a hundred guineas and I should die and be,

Starting point is 10:38:05 you know what, the sin will lay at your door and you will die and be, you know what, likewise. As I have much consideration for you, my dear Walter, and as I know that people who have very weak heads have sometimes also very weak nerves, I would advise you to lay down my letter unless you are, seated in some safe place for should your situation be dangerous and should the surprise i am preparing for you rob you of apprehension down you drop and leave me in utter despair lest your executors should refuse me the hundred guineas well are you settled to your satisfaction here it comes like a thunderbolt miss valmont is mine and i am hers your hundred guineas will buy a parson and a prayer-book, and then the pound seven thousand a year is mine also. You know, dear Walter, that resolved to obtain the heiress of Valmont Castle,

Starting point is 10:39:10 I left London to return to Moncton Hall, with a heart full of promise and a headful of stratagem. Fortune that dear blind, inconstant goddess, who formerly was almost within my grasp, now dashes the projects of others to the ground to give my wishes their triumph some merlin with more potent spells than mine broke the enchanted castle bore off the damsel and directed by fate and fortune brought her on the road to meet me to the very spot where it was decreed his succession and that mine might begin and begun it has last night i slept at b and intended breakfasting with Sir Gilbert Moncton. This morning I ordered the driver to leave the high road and cross the country, by which means I should save six miles of the journey.

Starting point is 10:40:03 Griffiths had been unwellsome days, and he now appeared so cold and so much indisposed, I thought it prudent to give him a breakfast on the road. The postillion, by the luckiest of all chances, drove up to a pretty little whitewashed inn, that I shall love dearly for six months to come. The landlady, a courte-seeing civil woman, was mighty sorry. She had not a better room to receive my honor in, but her best parlor, she said, was already taken up with a lady and gentleman who had arrived at seven o'clock in the morning.

Starting point is 10:40:40 And she showed me into a little place which had two excellent properties, namely perfect cleanliness, and a good fire. By this good fire I had sat five or perhaps ten minutes when Griffith entered, My Lord, my Lord said he, and turned back to shut the door. I have seen the strangest sight, my lord. I have seen a gentleman. At that moment a tea kettle was brought into the room, and Griffiths grew downright pettish with the damsel who bore the kettle

Starting point is 10:41:10 because she did not quit the room with sufficient speed. His information, Walter, amounted to thus much that in the passage he had seen the gentleman who occupied the landlady's best parlour, and that this gentleman of whom Griffiths had had a very distinct view certainly was, or Griffiths, was much deceived, the very identical sprite who reminded some of us of our devotions in the narrow passage of the West Tower at Valmont Castle. Tis impossible, said I. My lord, tis true, said Griffith, I should know him among a thousand.

Starting point is 10:41:45 I know his eyes and knows as well as I know yours, my lord. this you will allow walter was but a very vague sort of a supposition to ground any belief upon for as eyes and noses are the common lot of all mankind it may happen now and then that two or more may be greatly alike yet so diligent is hope and imagination i could not persuade myself these eyes and this nose had any owner but the sprite of the castle it was miss valmont and her hermit my fancy said i bless my star I curse my stars. I wondered how and why they should come hither. Then I remembered that fancy, though sometimes a prophetess, is rarely an oracle, and I thought it might not be Miss Valmont and her hermit. I consulted much with Griffith, and at length had recourse to the waiter, a dapper, shabby-coated fellow with a wooden leg. They came, he said, on horseback before seven o'clock. A man who conducted them did not alight they were impatient to be gone they waited for a chaise they had ordered a breakfast which neither of them had tasted the lady did not appear he thought equipped for travelling the gentleman was melancholy and the lady restless and agitated miss valmont whispered i to myself they are a fine couple said the waiter i asked if he thought they were a married pair he answered he was sure she must be a married lady

Starting point is 10:43:16 i inquired if the gentleman seemed to be very fond of her not at all replied the waiter the gentleman sits riding sir with his back to her she walks about the room muttering to herself when i carried in the breakfast he leaned his head against the wall and groaned with his eyes shut it cannot be miss valmont and her hermit thought i is the lady handsome i asked the waiter thought she was too pale to be very handsome but he added that in all his born days he never beheld such a head of hair of what colour is it i asked it was neither black nor brown nor as red as jenny's he thought it was not any colour but it shone as if gold threads were among it miss valmaugh whispered my forward heart i rose and walked hastily across the room what did they talk about said i they don't talk at all sir the poor gentleman seems very bad and as i told your honour her before she walks about muttering. When they first came as I was lighting a fire for them, the lady pulled off her hat just as if she was in a passion. And then she shook her fine, waving locks as though she was wondrous proud of them. And she said her head ached with that cumbrance. And she said something more about customs and cumbrances, but I forgot what,

Starting point is 10:44:39 Your Honor. While she talked, the gentleman looks so kind and pretty at her. It did my heart good to see him. but he is either very ill or very whimmy for immediately while she took off her clothes, he laid his head on the table with his face downward and sighed, as if his heart was breaking. I asked if he had heard her call him by any name, and the waiter replied he had heard her twice named somebody as she walked about the room, but to my great disappointment at that moment, his memory had not retained the name. At this part of our conference, the parlor bell rang, and the waiter disappeared, not though till I had sealed him mine by a bribe and given him orders to return instantly. However, Griffiths, who was most zealous on this occasion, thought proper to follow him. Fortunate was it that he did, for my waiter dull at a hint had received a letter from the guest in the parlour, which, without consulting my will and pleasure, he was quietly bearing to a courier ready-mounted and waiting for it at the inn. door. Griffith, with a careless air, took the letter from his hand. It was addressed, Walter,

Starting point is 10:45:50 to Miss Ashburn. I began to stalk, to exclaim, to ejaculate, go on, Philmar, cried I am prosper. Henceforward, be plot and stratagem sanctified, for Miss Ashburn deigns to plot. Griffiths prudently reminded me that it would be quite as well at present to think of Miss Valmont, and leave Miss Ashburn alone till another opportunity. Right, said I. Tis folly, tis madness, but to think for a moment of such a project, said I, ten minutes after, and turning myself half round in my chair, throwing one arm across its back and one leg over the other. No, no, I'll have nothing to do with it, and I felt to shaking the uppermost leg furiously. It might be very easily managed, though, said Griffith, and then your lordship would have nothing.

Starting point is 10:46:44 to do but to digest Montgomery's bullets and Miss Ashburn's harder words. Oh, that Miss Ashburn can find words to lash like scorpion's stings. Say no or more of it, Griffiths, I have given her up. As you please, my lord, I, muttered I to myself, let her go to her at Montgomery. There are men who perhaps are worthy of being loved as himself, and might perhaps be more capable of constancy. There are other women, too, in the world, thank you. And, heaven strange continued i that miss ashburn with her understanding and who must know the imbecility of montgomery's love could dream of joining in any plot whose object was to bear miss valmont to montgomery for walter i had by this time concluded that the quondam hermit was some righteous go-between of miss valmont and her lover and i felt inclined to be mortally offended with her because montgomery had so well concerned that-concerned seal from my penetration their mutual intelligence. I shifted to the other side of my seat, and I did not sigh, but I blew my breath from me with much more force than usual.

Starting point is 10:47:57 I mused during the greater part of an hour. Your chaise is waiting, my lord, said Griffith, and, as you have quite done with this affair, if your lordship thinks proper, it is as well not to keep the horses in the cold. Well, I must say, twas a fine opportunity. Do you think, think so, Griffith, said I mildly. The rogue exultingly smiled, and to change my wavering into downright resolution, he recapitulated all the probabilities that awaited my attempt, and noticed the trifling hazard that would accrue, provided I adopted his plan for the purpose, should the attempt fail, nor did he forget an oblique glance or two at certain prospects, which he knew put no inconsiderable weight into the balance.

Starting point is 10:48:44 away away i cried give the driver his directions let him draw up close to the door before the other chaise and let him be sure to keep his chaise door open but not the step down signifies it to the walter of what griffith's plan consisted surely not nothing could be more easy than at the instant of their departure to request a moment's conversation with the gentleman nothing more simple than to invent a tale of a pursuit to be delivered into the attentive ear of miss valmont's guide nothing could promise fairer and surely never did fulment better follow promise our casement looked upon a garden and there the melancholy conductor miss valmau came to walk for a few minutes there needed no screen to hide us from his glance his arms were folded and his eyes intensely fixed on the earth his hat shaded the upper part of his face so that i could see no part of his said resemblance to the bearded youth of the armory, but I observed with pleasure and thrilling expectation that he and I were nearly of one stature, both booted and both wearing dark blue great coats. This only difference existed, one of his capes he had drawn round his chin. All mine lay on my shoulders. Walter, I could button mine up on occasion. George had ridden my grey mare from town. I felt no way inclined to make

Starting point is 10:50:13 him a party in the transaction. And I also wanted the mayor for Griffiths. I therefore ordered him to return to B and take a stage for London, waiting there my further orders. Griffiths saw him mount a post-horse and led the Grey Mayor round the house and fastened her to some rails in readiness. It was exactly two hours and one quarter from the time of our arrival before their chaise came to the door. The horses were to have a feed in their harness, the guests were impatient to be gone. I shuddered, and as I traversed our little room, the echo of my footsteps seemed to be blabbing tell-tails. I shall never Walter know such another minute as that. All in future will be the dull uniformity of peace and plenty. It was done. The waiter delivered Griffith's

Starting point is 10:51:06 message in the best parlor. I, from a distant peeping station, and saw the gentleman walk to our room i heard the door shut the waiters stump away thrilling throbbing with hope and fear i walked up the passage to their parlour wrapped in her cloak the hood drawn over her head her hat in her hand stood the fair expectant oh come said she do let us hasten the day was gloomy the passage was dark i had drawn up my cape and drawn down my hat my hand took her as she tripped along no creature was in sight i caught her up in my arms lifted her into the chaise and we whirled off just as the landlady came bustling up to the door i had my cue of silence and reserve in the intelligence i had received from the waiter during the first three miles i neither spoke nor looked up she the while clasping her hands and muttered as the waiter called it. I heard her pronounce the names of Miss Ashburn, of Montgomery, and of someone else. For three miles, I say we interchange not one word. Then Walter, the first word, betrayed me. And now what a list of sobs, tears, screams, prayers, and lamentations you expect. I have not one for you. She sighed, indeed, in a few drops, forced a reluctant way, but she neither prayed, threatened, nor lamented.

Starting point is 10:52:29 she demanded her liberty she reasoned for her liberty reasoned with a firmness collected vigilant manly let me say she remembers seeing me in the castle and takes me for her uncle's agent in truth walter i suffer her to think it still for i do not find when carefully examined that my own character and motives in this business possess much to recommend them in a little glen between two hills of which the barrenness of one frowns on the cultivation of the other stands a farm embosomed hidden secrecy and solitude no traveller eyes it from the distant heath no horses save its own leave the print of their hoofs at its entrance but even more than usual gloom and dullness now reigns around it the lively whistle of the ploughman and hind no longer cheer the echoes of the hill the farmyard is emptied of its gabbling tenants the master is dead the stock sold the tenants discharge and one solitary daughter with one solitary female domestic alone remains to guard the house till court a day shall yield it to a new tenant tis neither fit employment for my time to relate nor for yours to read the trifling adventures by which griffiths became acquainted with this fair daughter her circumstances and abode nor how he wooed and won her love during our residence at monkton hall at griffith's instigation hither i brought miss valmont and here till your cash arrives as in a place of trust and safety do i mean to keep my treasure although i am little more than three leagues distant from monkton hall and scarcely four from valmont castle a less ready imagination that even thine walter might picture to itself the manner in which griffith's deluded miss valmont's knight-errant with a tale of pursuit and discreet the youth checked his surprise and renewed his vigor he hastened to secure his lovely ward and griffiths meanwhile stole round the inn mounted the grey mare and was out of sight and sound of the consequences i hear her walking a slight partition divides her chamber from mine

Starting point is 10:54:48 no more of those deep-drawn sighs my fair one i thank heaven i am not an agent of alman's neither he must have used her cruelly she is excessively pale and strangely altered. I stand, Walter, the watchful sentinel of her chamber door, which I presume not to enter, till I had her in my possession, my thoughts, in gadding after the enterprise possessed all the saucy gaiety which youth and untamed spirits could impart. Nay, when I began to write this letter, they wore their natural character. I must shift my station from this room. Those deep, deep sighs will undo me. Hastened, dear Walter. make the wings of speed thy messengers to bear to me a hundred guineas that we may fly to the land of blessings ere i forgot that her cupids have golden-headed arrows hem seven thousand per annum oh tis an elixir to cheer the fainting spirits and now as sure as i have possession of the rich and beauteous prize after which i have so long yearned so sure will i recompense her present uneasiness by a life of tenderness attention and to the best of my present belief of unabated constancy.

Starting point is 10:56:03 But marry me she must and shall by God. Philmar. End of Section 74. Section 75 of Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit libravox.org.

Starting point is 10:56:37 Recording by Avaii in February 2017 Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick Volume 3 Letter 34

Starting point is 10:56:50 From Carolyn Ashburn to Lady Barlow Dear Madam By a strange concurrence of accidents I am at present attending Mr. Murden who during many days has lain dangerously ill

Starting point is 10:57:05 in a small country in nine miles from Valmont Castle. I must leave it to your prudence to acquaint Sir Thomas Barlow, to whom I know it will be most distressing tidings, that his nephew is in danger, but it is necessary that Sir Thomas should know it immediately, for I have made preparations for bringing Mr. Murden to London, that he may have better accommodation and better advice.

Starting point is 10:57:29 Though I speak of advice, I dare not encourage any hope in Sir Thomas, for I have watched the progress of his nephew's disorder, and I believe he is only lingering abide he cannot so Thomas Barlow loved this young man as a son and to receive him scarcely a shadow of his former self will create distressing emotions yet I beseech you to urge Sir Thomas carefully to avoid any strong expressions of sorrow when his nephew arrives for I have the grief to tell you that mr. Murden's reason is shaken and dreadful paroxysms may follow the slightest agitation. Not but the power I have long labored to obtain and have in part obtained over my sensations could have preserved any degree of fortitude in me under the most trying events of my life, events which have lately befallen Miss Valmont and Mr. Murden. On them I had bestowed the warmest tribute of my affections. In the enjoyment of their virtues

Starting point is 10:58:31 and happiness, I expected daily to augment my own. But, alas, it is gone, and my wretched hopes still wear their beautiful and alluring form while sinking in disappointment. I am aware, madam, that Mr. Murden's misfortune cannot create more concern in your breast, than the circumstance of my being with him will raise wonder and curiosity. Nor have I any other than a full intention of making you acquainted with the circumstances that drew us both hither, whose said termination has operated so fatally on Mr. Murden. But I am obliged to defer the relation till our arrival in town, both on account of its length,

Starting point is 10:59:12 of the preparations I am making for Mr. Mirden's ease and safety on the journey, and the continual anxiety of watchfulness which possesses me for the sake of Miss Valmont, to whom I have been unhappily the cause of evils, possibly worse than that which has befallen Mr. Mirden. I cannot name the day when you and Sir Thomas may expect us, for the time consumed in the journey must be regulated by the abatement or increase of Mr. Murden's disorder. He shall travel in a litter, and I hope it is unnecessary for me to assure Sir Thomas nothing shall be wanting to his accommodation that I have means to procure. I remain your ladyship's well-wisher and servant, Carolyn Ashburn. End of Section 75

Starting point is 11:00:00 Section 76 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Hawaii in February 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick, Volume 3 Letter 35 From Carolyn Ashburn to George Valmont

Starting point is 11:00:40 Sir By the messenger of mine Who, on his search for my lost friend came to your gates a few days since You were informed that it was through my means Sibella escaped from your castle And however stern may be the anger you entertain against me Be assured, sir, it cannot exceed

Starting point is 11:01:03 the vehemence of that self-reproach and sorrow which now assail me, for having been the contriver of so unjustifiable an undertaking. I send you, sir, a packet containing all the letters I have received from Sivella, and also the letters that have passed between Mr. Merton and myself. I lay them before you, with the confidence that you will afford them a patient and temperate perusal, for I think they will serve to convince you, as they have all. already convinced me by the unfortunate event to which they have led, that, however plausible and even necessary in appearance, yet artifices and secrecy are dangerous, vicious tools. Your secrets were the preparatory step to the errors of Clement and Cibella.

Starting point is 11:01:52 Had Cibella never departed from strict truth and sincerity, she had never formed her rash engagement with Clement. Had Mirden never, with his dangerous refinements, of fancy, longed secretly to view this rare child of seclusion, he had not bettered his life and happiness for a sigh. And lastly, had I not given way to the fatal mistake that secrecy could repair the inability of reason, I had, instead of availing myself of the ruin on the rock, ear now perhaps released Sibella by convincing you, and we had all been comparatively happy. Mirden's unfinished letter from the village of Hipsley

Starting point is 11:02:34 will show you his deplorable situation and all that we know concerning the loss of our Sibela. I have six agents employed to discover her, but they wonder blindly, for I have neither trace nor supposition to guide them. What can I do, sir? If you have any advice to offer, I hope you will not withhold it from animosity to me. Excessively do I love the friend I have

Starting point is 11:03:00 helped to sacrifice yet I can readily and sincerely forgive you the errors of your conduct towards her oh then sir pardon mine and in pity to the anxiety of my heart aid me with your advice and assistance I do not even hate mr Montgomery though I do despise him altogether you suspected him of taking Sibela from the castle I suspected him of stealing her from mr. Mirden he was otherwise employed. I arrived in town with my poor patient under my protection yesterday evening, and resigned Mr. Murden to the care of his uncle, Sir Thomas Barlow. When I drove up to my mother's door, I found it more than usually crowded with carriages and servants, hung upon

Starting point is 11:03:48 the pillars, and when several of my mother's footmen stepped from among the crowd, I perceived there were new liveries adorned in the highest style of elegant expense. though it was impossible not to notice the uncommon glare of splendor that saluted my eyes, yet our changes have always been so various and profuse, I never thought of inquiring into the cause of the present. Unfitted by my dress, but still more by weariness of limbs and depression of mind, to encounter company, I retired to my chamber and to bed. This morning my maid attended me,

Starting point is 11:04:27 and with the natural hesitation of good nature in relation, disagreeable tidings, she informed me, Mr. Montgomery was married to my mother. Sir, it is the fact. Last Saturday my mother became the bride of your son, and the parade I witnessed last night was to do honour to the first complimenters of this extraordinary hymenial. The tidings stunned me, for I was no way prepared from the conduct of either to expect such an event. uninvited and assuredly unwelcome, I visited their apartment the hour of breakfast, and my mother collected the utmost of her haughtiness, and Mr. Montgomery his gay indifference to repel the reproaches they expected I should be prompted to be stow on them.

Starting point is 11:05:15 But, sir, they mistook me. I went only to deliver to them a plain history of the mischiefs I have heaped on Mr. Mirdin and Myceibela, to remind them how early, and, alas, I am I. how severe a punishment has followed my deviation from rectitude. I saw Montgomery's countenance become pale and ghastly. It was, sir, when I spoke of Miss Valmont's independent fortune. Then I believe all the force of his situation was present with him. May it often recur and be the preservative against future follies.

Starting point is 11:05:51 Allow me, sir, to say a word or two of him who most loved your niece and best deserved her, Mr. Murden intruded on your domain and destroyed some of your unripe projects. Yet I persuade myself you will feel a pity for his misfortunes. His life pays the forfeiture of his curiosity and secrecy. A romantic love of Miss Valmont sapped its foundation, and his nights of watching amidst the chilling damps of the ruin hastened the progress of its destruction. Sibela's unaccountable escape from him at a time when his high-toned feelings

Starting point is 11:06:27 were wrought upon, in a way that I cannot express, by the alteration in her person, drove him to madness. Then it was that I saw him, who once possessed every advantage of manly grace and beauty, changed to a living skeleton, whose eyes, starting from their sockets, glanced around with wild horror and insanity. Oh, sir, it was indeed a scene that called forth all my fortitude. As his delirium had no mischievous tendencies, it was judged better to remove him to London, and whether change of air and place had a salutary effect, or the delirium had exhausted his force, I know not, but he became perfectly restored to reason before we reached London.

Starting point is 11:07:14 The restoration was almost beyond my hopes, and there hope rests, it dares not presume further. The most certain indications of speedy dissonance, now appear, and all my time must be given to the endeavour of tracing my beloved Sibela, and consoling the anxious murdern for her loss. On his own account consolation pains him. All his wishes centre in death, and the irrevocable union will soon take place. Will you be kind enough to inform me of the name of Sibela's other guardian? Adieu, sir.

Starting point is 11:07:52 May that peace, which is only to be purchased by rectitude, become an inmate of your abode. Carolyn Ashburn End of Section 76. Section 77 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librevox recording. All LibraVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer,

Starting point is 11:08:22 please visit LibraVox.org. Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick volume three letter thirty six lord philmar to sir walter boyer faith walter i have secured a rich prize indeed here but its estimate in the first place a very lovely and adorable woman in the second a fine estate in the third an heir in embryo to inherit it true by the gods nevertheless stop your rash conclusions for i have heard her whole story. Therefore, I tell you that Miss Ashburn is an angel, Mr. Merton, a fine fellow, Mr. Valma, an idiot, Sabella, a saint, and Montgomery, a scoundrel. Though on my soul she talked so movingly of his never-fading faith, I could not for my life, persuade myself to tell her my true opinion of him. From the little she knows of Mirden, hermit and deliverer, I long to know more. I burn to tell you of her wonderful escape of the marvellous ruin on the rock but i have resolved to wave explanations till i come i charge you by your friendship breathe not a whisper of the adventure till you see me i am going to restore her to her friends her eloquence did part but truly her condition did more i never bargained to pay off such a mortgage i could love her dearly but then you know my name is philmar and as a lord i am bound in duty to love

Starting point is 11:10:01 and cherish no son, but a son of my own begetting. I have dispatched two messengers, one for carriages, and another to that inn at Hipsley, which I don't love at all now, to make inquiries after Mr. Merton, I wonder how he and I shall adjust our accounts. I fear there is a long balance in his favor. You perceive, Walter, all my secret plottings and contrivings have brought me to a fine heritage at last. Merton cannot call me anything less than a thief, and will say I deserve a thief's punishment. Valmont, too, will want a peck at me, neither for the credit of love nor integrity, but only because Saba is the great, great-great-granddaughter of someone or other of his great-grandfathers.

Starting point is 11:10:48 Montgomery may pretend the honor of his wife, her own phrase, impeached by her residence with me, and if you won't believe that until two hours since, I never forced my husband. into her presence why i shall be obliged by all the laws of honour and gentleman-ship to prove it by the length of a sword hi-ho and this pretty wisdom-speaking mortal has actually prevailed on me to endure the brunt and carry her back to miss ashburn she has offered high bribes solid comforts made up of duty and justice but i have a sickly palate spoiled by other vions i want a modern season friccacy Alas, I have no alternative unless I shoot her and bury her under a tree. I don't know what of that sort I may be tempted to for myself, for when I have no longer her and her concerns to think of, I must turn to my own a pretty prospect. Do you know, Walter, any way that a Lord turned plain man can get a living?

Starting point is 11:11:51 For unless I get it, heaven knows, I must go without it. You are admiring my forbearance in keeping such a distance, Walter. but the fact is i was a coward daily almost hourly miss valmont entreated she might speak with me and i as constantly with a great many civil excuses declined the conversation what could i have said but what had amounted to this miss valmont i ran away with you because i wanted your estate for want of a better as to yourself i know nothing about you therefore how can i care for you we thought walter when i had your cash in hand i should be bold your cash came I pocketed it, and I proudly strutted up to Miss Valmont. The former pages will tell you the result. The plot thickens, and I am more of Montgomery's sort than I believed I was. Mr. Merton is dying. Good God, Walter, who would have thought on this? They told my messenger that he has been raving mad, and that a lady took him away for London yesterday morning.

Starting point is 11:12:54 I dare not relate to Miss Valmont, these cursed tidings. I am impatient to yield her up. We shall travel as fast as I think her condition may allow without danger. Phil Marr. End of Section 77. Section 78 of Secrecy, or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All Librivox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 11:13:27 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Sam Isaacson. Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3. Letter 37. From George Valmont to Caroline Ashburn. Madam, I am certainly obliged to you for your intentions, and though I allow you have sometimes reason on your side, I think you make too little allowance for the proper obedience due from children to parents. As a parent, I certainly stood both to Clement and Sybella, and they ought implicitly. to have obeyed my commands. However, she poor child suffers sufficiently, and I am willing to forgive,

Starting point is 11:14:11 though I can never be reconciled to her. Her pregnancy will now be known to the world, and, were I again to receive her, I should cooperate in disgracing my family. I heartily wish your search may be successful, and I am ready to reimburse your expenses, and also, if you find my niece, to allow her a proper establishment. my lord of elsings joint guardian with me in the trust of miss valmont resides at present in this neighbourhood i have had an interview with him on the business but i do not discover that either himself or anyone related to him is any way concerned in taking Will you take the trouble in my name to wish Clement Montgomery all the felicity he may expect to find in his union with old age, folly, and affectation? Madam, your very obedient servant, G. Valmont End of Section 78.

Starting point is 11:15:11 Recording by Sam Isaacson Section 79 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. libravox recording all librivox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit libravox dot org secrecy or the ruin on the rock by eliza fenwick volume three letter thirty eight from lord philmar to sir walter boyer your pardon walter that i should pass your lodgings as i drove out of town without stopping to say a single how do ye but let pity and humanity plead their cause with ever so much eloquence yet the prejudices of custom are so potent that a man becomes ashamed if his eyes give their tribute to the feelings of his heart truly walter i should have blushed to-day at my insensibility if i had not wept yesterday yet for weeping i coward-like drew up the blinds of my chaise and to hide myself from the finger of scorn bade the driver carry me with all expedition to my aunt's retreat at Haley Lodge. I must suppose for your own sake, Boyer,

Starting point is 11:16:34 that when you wrote me your hasty letter to the farm, you were uninformed of Montgomery's marriage with Mrs. Ashburn. Haste could not excuse such an oversight as little as you knew of Miss Valmont. No, no, it was not possible you could be informed of it and not send me the tidings. I am an ass, I have not the kind of, discernment of a schoolboy, or I had never talked of accommodating her condition by tardy travelling when I was bearing Miss Valmont to her beloved, though perfidious clement.

Starting point is 11:17:11 Speed, flying speed, was a loan necessary to her safety. I spared neither money nor command, yet to her foundered. Not that she complained, never. She even thanked my zeal, when her gasping sensations would give way to utterance. But I saw, saw it, Walter, in her eyes, I saw the speed of her affections in the convulsive swells of her bosom. Do not call me ridiculous, but upon my soul there were moments of the journey that while gazing on her, I was on the point of grasping her in my arms, lest her very form should dissolve into feeling and vanish from my protection. Once I refused to proceed unless she would take refreshment, she did not plead, and taking from me

Starting point is 11:17:57 a cup of chocolate. Her shaking hand raised it halfway to her lips, then returned it untasted to the table. I drew a chair and deliberately seated myself as if resolved to put my threat in practice. After a short silence, Sir said she, have you ever known what it is to love? I was looking on the fire and recollecting some odd sensations that had occasionally crept to my heart, was about to reply in the affirmative, but turning my head and meeting the full gaze of her eloquent eye, an honest and prompt reply sprang to my lips, by my soul and salvation, never, madam.

Starting point is 11:18:41 Griffiths, see the horses instantly put to the chaise, we alight no more to we alight in London. Montgomery showed you a silly portrait that he painted, to say it was the likeness of Miss Valmont was a false, twas a mere passive representation of fine features let him paint me their energy their force the fullness of hope that beamed from them yesterday morning and i will say he is worthy of miss valmont's love he cannot do it walter he could as soon be a god she never was beautiful till then not in the fullest bloom of her vigor and prosperity did she ever equal herself such as i saw her yesterday morning this madam is miss ashburn's residence i said as we drove to the door i shall see my caroline first then said miss valmont next my clement agitated as i was at the time by her impatience and expectations i cannot suppose i inquired for any one else than miss ashburn whether the servant imagined she was of the party or concluded my visit must be to his mistress i know not but he announced lord Philmar in the drawing-room, and I led in the loveliest specter with golden-threaded hair

Starting point is 11:20:01 to an apartment where Montgomery lolled negligently on one sofa and his portly bride on another. Shall I tell you how they looked? No, for their best looks are worthless, but I will tell you that Miss Valmont looked ardour, love, and truth. She raised her clasped hands one instant, than rushed into the arms of Montgomery, which involuntarily open to receive and were compelled to sustain her. A confused suspicion of something more than usually wrong in Montgomery darted upon my mind.

Starting point is 11:20:38 I looked wistfully around the apartment as it were for a relief from danger, and my heart bounded as I saw Miss Ashburn enter the room. Charming woman, she could make astonishment yield to better feelings with admirable presence of mind. She instantly approached Miss Valmont, saying, Sibela, dear Sibela, have you no tokens for your Caroline? Oh, yes, replied Miss Valmont, many, many love and gratitude also for my Caroline.

Starting point is 11:21:11 Happy, happy, happy world, I will live with you in it forever. Miss Ashburn endeavored to retain Sibella in her embrace and began hurryingly to inquire of her where, she had been, and by what means she had got hither, but Miss Valmont knew nothing of the past. She was alive only to the present, to her own anticipation of the future. She turned back to him. I say, forever, Clement, she would have given herself a second time to his arms, but an averted look and staggering retreat forbad her.

Starting point is 11:21:49 Good God, Waltony, thinks I see her now. never shall i cease to remember the changes of her countenance from rapture to astonishment from dumb astonishment to doubt and from doubt the quick transition to despair thus spoke to her the hesitating cold-blooded villain miss valmont you have used me very ill once i could have it was barbarous of you who knew your uncle's severe disposition a little longer concealment might, he paused. Miss Ashburn's tears began to flow for her friend, who showed no symptom of common sorrow. Miss Ashburn endeavored to take her hands, but Sabella shrunk, as if the kind emotions of her nature were congealed.

Starting point is 11:22:42 A tear that had lingered on her cheek, the last of her tears of happiness, died away. Her asking, I, still fixed itself on Montgomery, nor could he forbear answering to it. You know, Miss Valmont, hear me, listen only to me, exclaimed Miss Ashburn. Sabella pushed her firmly aside and bent forward to him. I would, Miss Valmont, continued he, in the same irresolute, cowardly, cruel tone. I should be glad to serve you.

Starting point is 11:23:16 It will be best that you return to your uncle. It might have been otherwise, but you, You were always rash and premature. This is not time for explanations. I am sorry, but I cannot now give you any protection, for I am indeed. Yes, madam, I am married. Are we not both married, said she, with an emphasis that thrilled him. What is this?

Starting point is 11:23:44 Speak, Clement. Nay, now, Miss Valmont, you are childish, said Miss Ashburn coldly, Montgomery's bride, I mean. What man of taste marries a woman after an affair with her? I can bear this no longer, cried Miss Ashburn. Silence, madam. Sabella, dear Sabella, turn your eyes on me. Let not there pure rays beam on a wretch so worthless. Devoured by emotions over which friendship had no control, she was still deaf to Miss Ashburn, Still, those pure eyes bent their gaze on Montgomery, who now trembled, who now could not ever articulate his broken sentences, who, fainting with guilt, supported himself by leaning on the back of that couch on which he had so lately reclined in the ease of his basely purchased triumph. Suddenly starting from this posture, he rushed towards the door. whither wither clement exclaimed miss valmont oh you'll take me with you clement and while without daring to look on her he disengaged his hand which she had seized she rapidly uttered in a softened tone of voice clement lover husband all

Starting point is 11:25:03 the door shut upon montgomery she shrieked miss asheron would have embraced her but she would not suffer it she sunk upon the floor she crossed her arms upon her her bosom with a violent pressure as if to bind the agony her teeth grated against each other and every limb shuddered i had approached her with miss ashburn and scarcely less affected than miss ashburn herself i was turning away to hide my emotions when she sprang upon her feet in an instant and grasping my arm you shall not go without me she said come sir i have told you the way carry me back to the castle. Then you have forgotten your Caroline, forgotten the kind Merton, who hazarded so much to save you. No, replied Miss Valmont, I never forgot anyone. She took her hand from my arm and lifted both hands to her forehead. She stood immovable in deep musing for some time. Take me to the castle. At length, she exclaimed, without changing her posture or looking at any person. bid Mr. Valmont provide a dungeon where I can die. I will not go to the wood, oh no, nor to my chamber.

Starting point is 11:26:25 She groaned and started. For whom is it that you weep thus? She asked, abruptly turning round to Miss Ashburn for my Sibela. She bent forward and gazed intently in Miss Ashburn's face, as if in search of something. It is Caroline, said she, drawing. back, spreading her arms wide, she looked down upon herself. Sabella, then every muscle of her face convulsed with anguish, she bent her eyes upon the door,

Starting point is 11:26:58 and that was Clement. Oh. In short, Walter, a thousand tender touches followed, which wrung my heart to pity, while that woman had the insolence and brutality to call herself Montgomery's wife, but Sibela did not understand her, or if she did, t'was nothing. His look, his tones, had completed the work, and her mind could feel nothing beyond. Other dreadful agonies followed, but under the suffering of those, she was patience itself. She was conveyed to her friend's chamber, and in three hours delivered of a dead child. I waited the result, alone in Miss Ashburn's library canvassing over all the exquisite concern i had in producing such misery to this injured sabella had i been buried in a quicksand on the road to hipsley her noble-minded caroline and the tender murdin might by due preparation have robbed clement's perfidy of half its sting but to come upon her thus to hurl her down such a precipice from the felicity of her expectations oh no wonder her life should be in danger and think walter what i must have felt when they came to tell me so in such a moment who could

Starting point is 11:28:26 not i indeed i did not conceal from miss ashburn an atom of the truth and she talked like an angel for she not only told me i should amend but taught me how to amend one little satisfaction indeed visited me under that roof i saw janetta laundee disgracefully dismissed she it was i doubt not that made this match to satisfy her own grasping avarice by montgomery's folly would you believe that she had so far imposed on the credulity of mrs ashburn that she dared sneer at my assertions luckily i had some letters in my pocket-book lately written by her to me and such proofs could neither be denied nor parried as the letters pretty fully displayed the commerce with montgomery mrs ashburn poured on her a torrent of abuses but scarcely had janetta withdrawn when she complained that that her daughter had made her house odious to her, had brought a rival to insult her, and finally she ordered a servant to inquire if Mr. Montgomery would attend her to the opera.

Starting point is 11:29:44 Mr. Montgomery was nowhere to be found. And next, Miss Ashburn gave me a commission, no less, Walter, than to relate my worthy exports to Mr. Murden. By the interest of Miss Ashburn's name, I was admitted to his chamber, when I saw the wasted form and heard the hollow voice of murder and knew, for Miss Ashburn, had told me that love of Miss Valmont had brought him thus near the grave, I shuddered at the idea of my commission. He heard me with a composure, which shocked, while it astonished me, till I mentioned our entering Mrs. Ashburn's drawing-room. Hold, sir, cried he. Has she then seen him? I replied she has indeed. enough, sir, said he, I know all that remains already.

Starting point is 11:30:34 Not another syllable passed between us till I rose to go. He then offered me his hand and said, if I would promise not to pity him, he would ask to see me again. And so he shall. I will, if possible, see him before he dies. My messenger who brings you this letter travels for tidings respecting Mr. Valmont. Adieu, Philmar. End of section 79.

Starting point is 11:31:10 Section 80 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Avai in February 2017. or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 39, from Carolyn Ashburn to George Valmont.

Starting point is 11:31:45 Sir, our Sibela is found. I write at her bedside, and if after one hour's cool investigation of the past, you can lay your hand on your heart and say, though Sibela offended me, I was ever just to her, I will yield up the earnest wish I have, that you should come to London to extend the forgiveness you have already granted, to see, to bless her, ere she dies.

Starting point is 11:32:11 Those convulsive starts tell me nature cannot long support the struggle. She was the only child of your brother, sir, and one among the fairest among the daughters of men. You complain, sir, that my opinions pay too little deference to the obedience due from children to parents, and in answer to that I must observe, I know not of any opposing duties, and wherever the commands of parents are contrary to the justice due from being to being,

Starting point is 11:32:40 I hold obedience to be vice. The perpetual hue and cry after obedience and obedience has almost driven virtue out of the world, for be it unlimited unexamined obedience to a sovereign, to a parent or husband. The mind, yielding itself to implicit unexamined obedience, loses its individual dignity, and you can expect no more of a man than of a brute. What is to become of the child who is taught

Starting point is 11:33:09 never to think or act for himself? Can a creature thus formed ever arrive at the maturity of wisdom? How is he who has never reasoned to be enabled in his turn to train his offspring otherwise than he himself was trained? Proud of sway and dominion, he gratifies every impulse of caprice.

Starting point is 11:33:30 blindly commands while they blindly obey, and thus from one generation to another, the world is peopled with slaves, and the human mind degraded from the station which God had given to it. You sent Clement into the world, and you commanded him to hate it, but you never told him why it merited this abhorrence, only he was to hate because it pleased you that he should hate the world.

Starting point is 11:33:57 Clement Montgomery saw everything new, everything fascinating, and the more he remembered he was to hate, the more he loved the world. Then you bid him make himself independent, and you had not given him one lesson of independence of mind, without which he must ever be a tool and dependent. Indeed, sir, you have no right to withhold from him your forgiveness, for you taught him by your own example to say one thing and intend another. In your own mistakes you may trace the foundation of his vices. Mr. Montgomery has indeed heaped upon himself an infinite load of mischiefs, and you, sir, in the bitterness of your resentment, could not wish him a severeer punishment than,

Starting point is 11:34:43 I believe, he at present endures. My beloved and sacrificed friend was unhappily led into his presence on the first moment of her arrival. She claimed him as her own, and he must have been marble itself, had not that interview and its sad consequences to the deceived, injured Sibella, stung him with remorse. Yet his repentance has more of frenzy than feeling. Several times he attempted to force his way into Sibela's chamber, and, finding me immovable resolved that he should not see her, he gave way to the most violent burst of indignation and invective, whose chief object was my mother. At length he quitted the the house, and it is said that, in grief and distraction, he also quitted the kingdom.

Starting point is 11:35:33 But I understand his feeble and wavering character. His sorrow will abate. He will be again reconciled to himself, and live abounding in all things but esteem. In consequence of Mr. Montgomery's departure, my mother has vowed an everlasting enmity to me. She has chosen another abode and forbidden me her presence. It is, sir, no uncommon case for persons who would fly from the consciousness of their follies to shelter themselves under resentment and accuse others of malignantly creating those misfortunes for them, which were the unavoidable consequences of their own errors.

Starting point is 11:36:14 How vain and futile are such endeavors, and how strongly do they help to prove the value of rectitude, which brings its own consolation under every afflicting circumstance of life. to press you further on the subject of your coming to london or to relate the particulars which have befallen sibella would be only to give you unnecessary pain suffer me however to remind you once more that the moment approaches rapidly upon us when resentment cannot agitate nor forgiveness soothe her i remain sir your sincere well-wisher caroline ashburn end of section eighty Section 81 of Secrecy or the Ruin on the Rock. This is a Librivox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain.

Starting point is 11:37:14 For more information or to volunteer, please visit Librivox.org. Recording by Avai in February 2017. Secrecy or The Ruin on the Rock by Eliza Fenwick. Volume 3, Letter 40. from Carolyn Ashburn to Lord Fillmar. My lord, I scarcely recollect the verbal message I sent in answer to your letter of yesterday, for I was then under the dominion of feelings more powerful than reason, yet not more powerful, it was reason had yielded for time her place.

Starting point is 11:37:55 I will fortify myself for the relation of the events of yesterday, because I think it will do you as service. I am sure you are not incorrigible, and one example of the wretched consequences of error has often more power than a volume of precepts. It was half-past eleven yesterday morning when an attendant silently beckoned me from Sibela's bed. In the ante-chamber Sir Thomas Barlow's gentleman waited to inform me that Mr. Murden was in my study. I could scarcely believe I was awake. It seemed so impossible that he should be there.

Starting point is 11:38:30 Alas, madam, said the young man, every persuasion has been used to prevent his rash design, and since Sir Thomas Barlow, by the advice of the physicians, positively refused his coming to visit Miss Valmont, he has neither taken rest nor sustenance. What could we do, madam, but indulge him? How indeed could they act otherwise? He was brought, my lord, in a chair,

Starting point is 11:38:57 and had fainted once, by the way. Much affected by the nature of his enterprise and by the resolution with which he persisted in accomplishing his design, I could not restrain my tears when I joined him in the study. He was gasping for breath and seemed ready to drop from the arms of the servant who supported him. As I approached him and took his hand, he turned his head away from me, an increase of anxiety and something of ill nature contracted his brow, for he expected a decided opposition on my part to the design which he had resolved never to relinquish. My dear Murden, I said, I...

Starting point is 11:39:40 He interrupted me in a peevish tone. He came, he said, to see Sibela. He must see her. And if I refused to let him see her, he would crawl to her chamber door and live there whilst he did live. I would have spoken again, but he waved his hand to express that he would not hear me, and rested his head on the servant's shoulder. The hand which I still held, though he had twice attempted to draw it from mine, began to endure a consuming heat.

Starting point is 11:40:13 A deep, hectic coloring overspread his cheek, and I imagined disappointment was committing more ravages on him, in one way than indulgence could, in another. strongly incited to lead Mirdin instantly to my friend's chamber, yet unwilling to hazard so much merely on my own judgment, I retired to consult with Mrs. Beville, who has kindly given me her society and assistance since my mother quitted the house. Mrs. Beville suggested to me an idea which determined me to permit the interview, unless Sibela herself should object to seeing Mirdin. I must tell you, my lord, that from the fatal day when you was a feeling witness of her agonies, Sibella has been perfectly, or rather, horribly, calm. Never has she named Clement, nor has she ever wept.

Starting point is 11:41:07 She insisted on having the corpse of her infant brought to her before its burial, and, while she pressed it to her burning bosom, she said, Poor senseless earth! In quitting life so soon thou hast not lost but gain. What art thou? Nothing. Thy members will not swell into strength and proportion. Life will not inform them. Thy heart will never beat, and I shall not feel. Babe, thou art gone forever. None laments for thee. She who should have been thy mother weeps not for thee. Go, babe, go to thy cold shelter. Soon will that shelter be mine. But I cannot afford thee warmth. for i shall be cold senseless dead as thou art as she spoke her eye had no moisture and she delivered up the infant without shedding one tear but the oppression she endured for want of this salutary relief was dreadful to behold Mrs. Beville was of opinion that the altered and pity-moving countenance of Murden, the recollection of his kindness, and his sufferings for her, would surprise, affect her,

Starting point is 11:42:22 turn her consideration from herself to him, and call forth a sympathy which must produce tears. I had less hope of the success of the experiment in this way to Zabella than Mrs. Beville entertained, yet I had hope, and I also persuaded myself that a kind word from her would give to Merton a renewal of vigor and proved a cheering companion of his few remaining days. Sibela was at this time more composed than usual, and on being informed of Mr. Merton's desire, she expressed an earnest wish to see him. I returned to the study. You are welcome to lead me to her, said Merton impatiently. Yes, I replied, I am. Sibela herself desires it. Give me, give me, said he, stretching forth his hand,

Starting point is 11:43:17 and his servant presented some liquid he held in a glass, but Murden pushed it from him. Carry me there, said he, all my strength is gone. I saw that he trembled excessively, and gladly would I have retracted my consent, but it was too late. I could nothing more than hasten the interview, that the expectation of it might not prey on him thus dreadfully. We prevailed on him to taste the liquid, and then his attendants carried him in their arms to the chamber door,

Starting point is 11:43:49 where at his own desire they stood still for a moment or two. When he was born into the room, he suddenly assumed a strength which had before totally failed him, and tottered to the seat beside her. Neither spoke. He gazed till he could gaze no longer, and, leaning back his head, burst into a violent flood of tears. Sibela was not moved. She put out her hand towards his. I lifted his and gave it her.

Starting point is 11:44:21 Mr. Merton, said she, as she pressed his hand, you have been very kind to me. Tell me, how can I thank you? You were once unkind to me, replied Merton, sobbing. You hated me. You shunned me. True, for I did not know you. Yet I fancied myself infallibly discerning. She turned her head away.

Starting point is 11:44:47 Oh, do not, do not turn from me. Miss Valmont, I once talked with you in the ruin. Do you remember it? Yes. You were not so ill then as you are now. And you, Miss Valmont, was well. I did think so. So, she said and sighed.

Starting point is 11:45:08 Merton comprehended the fullest force of her meaning. He looked wildly around the apartment. Let me go, let me go, said he eagerly, withdrawing his hand from Sibella and attempting to rise. I beckoned in his two attendants who lifted him from his seat. Will you go and not bid me farewell, Merton? asked Sibela. He started at the plaintive tone.

Starting point is 11:45:34 Stand off, cried he. Would ye dare take me from her ere my errand is completed? It is completed, my dear Merden, said I. You have seen Sibela, bid her farewell, and part. Yes, yes, said he, sitting down again beside her. We shall part. We are now on the very verge of parting. Oh, dear good Miss Ashburn, bless you forever.

Starting point is 11:46:04 As he spoke, he pressed each of my hands alternately to his lips. Dear, dear, Miss Ashburn, fare you well. Indeed, Mirden, you must go, said I. Must? repeated he. Must? Why, I know I must. I have no choice, Miss Ashburn, but allow me a little longer.

Starting point is 11:46:28 Won't you, turning to Sibela, allow me a very little longer? Certainly I will. replied Siebella if it will give you satisfaction. Satisfaction, said he. After a pause during which he gazed intently on Sibella, his countenance underwent a striking alteration. He made a motion for something to be given to him, but when the servant approached he put him aside.

Starting point is 11:46:57 His head dropped against the side of the chair, and the hand he had just lifted to his forehead fell upon the bed. Sibela placed it between both of hers. He drew his breath slowly and heavily. Once I thought he had fainted and offered to support him. No, no, no, he said, and shortly after, I believe, he slipped. At that time, all who were in the apartment

Starting point is 11:47:26 observed a profound silence. Sibella in deep thought continued to hold his hand. Sometimes she looked upon Merton. and in those expressive looks I read the anguish of her heart. She could not, as Mrs. Beville had supposed, separate his sufferings from her own. I perceived that her emotions were kindling into agony, and I arose from my seat, undetermined which way I could relieve her, when a loud and dreadful groan from Sibella roused Merton from his short interval of forgetfulness.

Starting point is 11:48:01 "'Oh, have pity,' said Merton. sybella uttered a second groan miss valmont exclaimed murden give me not a name cried sibela i own none what am i a shadow a dream will you oblige me added she vehemently grasping murden's hand carry to him the name you used to me bid him murder that also oh your touch is ice she exclaimed throwing his hand suddenly from her. You have chilled my blood. A moment later she recollected herself. Poor Merton, said she, warm, warm yourself. Why are you so cold? Because I too am but a shadow, replied Mirden. Hear me, Miss Valmont, I must call you so. It was when you came to seek your phone in the ruin that you talked with me there. Do you remember it? I do.

Starting point is 11:49:06 Oh, Miss Valmont, Miss Valmont, me thought you never looked so lovely, never was so gentle as while you spake two words, only two. And can you not remember that I said to you, when remembrances of love shall be no longer remembrances of happiness, then die also?

Starting point is 11:49:28 Great God, do you reproach me with living? cried Sibela, starting up in the bed in a frenzy. "'No you not, I expired when? "'Oh, am I not dead? "'Dead already?' "'Then let the same grave receive us.' "'Bending forward, he locked her in his arms "'and sunk upon her pillow,

Starting point is 11:49:50 "'never to rise again. "'It is easier, my lord, "'for you to imagine "'than for me to describe the consequence "'of yesterday's event "'to my beloved and dying friend. "'Her convulsions become "'each hour more and more rapid

Starting point is 11:50:07 and exhausting. Yet she has intervals of composure and even of rest, and these serve to detain a little longer her bursting spirit within the fading form. Oh, cruel, those who have been the means of thus early separating a mind and form so worthy of happiness, so mated to each other. As for myself I have endured much, and have much yet to endure, for remembrances of Merton and Sibela, of their virtues and misfortunes, will live with me, will be the cherished, tender companions of many hours, nor shall that which the world calls pleasure ever by me from one of those hours with the richest of her temptations. Last night, while Sibela slept, I would have slept also, but the scene of yesterday lay

Starting point is 11:50:57 a cumbrous load upon my heart. I rose and passed to the chamber where the corpse of Merton is. deposited. His faults fled from me. I saw only Mirdin. I remembered him living, and now I looked on him, dead. My lord, my lord, what a contrast. What a pang! A smile of something more than peace illuminates even now the face from whence animation is gone forever. It was his last smile, the smile he had so dearly purchased. His heart indeed dictated that. smile, for it expanded with joy when he felt he should die with her for whom he died. Fatal end of an ungoverned passion, virtuous in its object, but vicious in its success.

Starting point is 11:51:48 The corpse still remains in the house. Why should I part with it? None loved him better. A sleep almost like death still locks up the faculties of Sibela. During her last interval from pain and convulgence, she gave her final directions. And you, my lord, are concerned therein. Mr. Valmont is sick, sick at heart. He could not come to London, but he sent his steward with forgiveness, blessings,

Starting point is 11:52:18 and an earnest request that Sibela would make her own disposition of her fortune by which he has resolved most faithfully to abide. There is a sum in hand of near a hundred thousand. pounds, out of which she has desired that your debts may be discharged, my lord. Her request to you is that you will in future refrain from the pernicious practice by which they were incurred. I have no doubt, but you will. And certain am I, my lord, that you may find means of disposing of your time, that in real pleasure will beggar all comparison with those to which you have been accustomed. I am summoned to Sibela's chamber.

Starting point is 11:52:59 again sybella doses her fits have seized and death becomes gentle in its preparation now my caroline said she as i approached her bed come and let me bid you farewell i find there is something yet for me to feel in leaving you me thought she added after a pause sensation had been dead in me i have had strange feelings caroline and now i seem awakening for my a fearful dream. I have lost the raging fire which consumed me. Early scenes recur. And here, laying her hand on her bosom, something swells as if—as if I yet had—affections. So saying, the melting sufferer burst into tears, and my fond hopes would have persuaded me that these tears were the beginning of her restoration. No, my lord, it is only for fondness that could for one moment entertain the supposition. Do not let us weep, said she. Carolyn, there is a person, tis, I desire it, Carolyn, whom you must forgive, pity, and

Starting point is 11:54:16 befriend. When you meet him, Clement, the name hung upon her quivering lips, tell him to be sincere. Tell all the world so, Carolyn. My uncle's secrets could have done me but temporary heart. It was mine own secrets destroyed me. Oh, that fatal contract. A long pause succeeded, but she neither wept nor sighed. She had folded her hands upon her bosom, and she looked intently upward.

Starting point is 11:54:49 Again raising herself, she embraced me, and then she said, Poor Murden, he had his secrets, too, and has died for them. My lord, it is over. She expired in my arms. Yes, they shall be entombed together, the dearer parts of my existence. I loved them both as I never loved man nor woman beside. End of Section 81. End of Volume 3.

Starting point is 11:55:25 End of Secrecy, or The Ruin on the Rock, by Eliza Fenwick.

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