CHAPTER I.

_Which Contains a Remarkable Change of Fortune_.

ALTHOUGH Lord Montfort was now the received and recognised admirer

of Miss Temple, their intended union was not immediate. Henrietta was

herself averse from such an arrangement, but it was not necessary

for her to urge this somewhat ungracious desire, as Lord Montfort

was anxious that she should be introduced to his family before their

marriage, and that the ceremony should be performed in his native

country. Their return to England, therefore, was now meditated. The

event was hastened by an extraordinary occurrence.

Good fortune in this world, they say, is seldom single. Mr. Temple at

this moment was perfectly content with his destiny. Easy in his own

circumstances, with his daughter’s future prosperity about to be

provided for by an union with the heir to one of the richest peerages

in the kingdom, he had nothing to desire. His daughter was happy, he

entertained the greatest esteem and affection for his future son-in-law,

and the world went well with him in every respect.

It was in this fulness of happiness that destiny, with its usual wild

caprice, resolved ‘to gild refined gold and paint the lily;’ and it was

determined that Mr. Temple should wake one morning among the wealthiest

commoners of England.

There happened to be an old baronet, a great humourist, without any very

near relations, who had been a godson of Mr. Temple’s grandfather. He

had never invited or encouraged any intimacy or connection with the

Temple family, but had always throughout life kept himself aloof from

any acquaintance with them. Mr. Temple indeed had only seen him once,

but certainly under rather advantageous circumstances. It was when Mr.

Temple was minister at the German Court, to which we have alluded, that

Sir Temple Devereux was a visitor at the capital at which Mr. Temple

was Resident. The minister had shown him some civilities, which was his

duty; and Henrietta had appeared to please him. But he had not remained

long at this place; and refused at the time to be more than their

ordinary guest; and had never, by any letter, message, or other mode of

communication, conveyed to them the slightest idea that the hospitable

minister and his charming daughter had dwelt a moment on his memory. And

yet Sir Temple Devereux had now departed from the world, where it had

apparently been the principal object of his career to avoid ever making

a friend, and had left the whole of his large fortune to the Right

Honourable Pelham Temple, by this bequest proprietor of one of the

finest estates in the county of York, and a very considerable personal

property, the accumulated savings of a large rental and a long life.

This was a great event. Mr. Temple had the most profound respect for

property. It was impossible for the late baronet to have left his estate

to an individual who could more thoroughly appreciate its possession.

Even personal property was not without its charms; but a large landed

estate, and a large landed estate in the county of York, and that large

landed estate flanked by a good round sum of Three per Cent. Consols

duly recorded in the Rotunda of Threadneedle Street,--it was a

combination of wealth, power, consideration, and convenience which

exactly hit the ideal of Mr. Temple, and to the fascination of which

perhaps the taste of few men would be insensible. Mr. Temple being a

man of family, had none of the awkward embarrassments of a parvenu to

contend with. ‘It was the luckiest thing in the world,’ he would say,

‘that poor Sir Temple was my grandfather’s godson, not only because in

all probability it obtained us his fortune, but because he bore the name

of Temple: we shall settle down in Yorkshire scarcely as strangers, we

shall not be looked upon as a new family, and in a little time the whole

affair will be considered rather one of inheritance than bequest. But,

after all, what is it to me! It is only for your sake, Digby, that I

rejoice. I think it will please your family. I will settle everything

immediately on Henrietta. They shall have the gratification of knowing

that their son is about to marry the richest heiress in England.’

The richest heiress in England! Henrietta Temple the richest heiress in

England! Ah! how many feelings with that thought arise! Strange to say,

the announcement of this extraordinary event brought less joy than might

have been supposed to the heiress herself.

It was in her chamber and alone, that Henrietta Temple mused over this

freak of destiny. It was in vain to conceal it, her thoughts recurred

to Ferdinand. They might have been so happy! Why was he not true? And

perhaps he had sacrificed himself to his family, perhaps even personal

distress had driven him to the fatal deed. Her kind feminine fancy

conjured up every possible extenuation of his dire offence. She grew

very sad. She could not believe that he was false at Ducie; oh, no! she

never could believe it! He must have been sincere, and if sincere, oh!

what a heart was lost there! What would she not have given to have

been the means of saving him from all his sorrows! She recalled his

occasional melancholy, his desponding words, and how the gloom left his

brow and his eye brightened when she fondly prophesied that she would

restore the house. She might restore it now; and now he was another’s,

and she, what was she? A slave like him. No longer her own mistress, at

the only moment she had the power to save him. Say what they like, there

is a pang in balked affection, for which no wealth, power, or place,

watchful indulgence, or sedulous kindness, can compensate. Ah! the

heart, the heart!