By degrees the two households became friendly,and very seldom did a week pass without their seeing something of each other.Try as she might,and dangerous as she assumed the acquaintanceship to be,Lady Mottisfont could detect no fault or flaw in her new friend.It was obvious that Dorothy had been the magnet which had drawn the Contessa hither,and not Sir Ashley.
Such beauty,united with such understanding and brightness,Philippa had never before known in one of her own sex,and she tried to think (whether she succeeded I do not know)that she did not mind the propinquity;since a woman so rich,so fair,and with such a command of suitors,could not desire to wreck the happiness of so inoffensive a person as herself.
The season drew on when it was the custom for families of distinction to go off to The Bath,and Sir Ashley Mottisfont persuaded his wife to accompany him thither with Dorothy.Everybody of any note was there this year.From their own part of England came many that they knew;among the rest,Lord and Lady Purbeck,the Earl and Countess of Wessex,Sir John Grebe,the Drenkhards,Lady Stourvale,the old Duke of Hamptonshire,the Bishop of Melchester,the Dean of Exonbury,and other lesser lights of Court,pulpit,and field.Thither also came the fair Contessa,whom,as soon as Philippa saw how much she was sought after by younger men,she could not conscientiously suspect of renewed designs upon Sir Ashley.
But the Countess had finer opportunities than ever with Dorothy;for Lady Mottisfont was often indisposed,and even at other times could not honestly hinder an intercourse which gave bright ideas to the child.Dorothy welcomed her new acquaintance with a strange and instinctive readiness that intimated the wonderful subtlety of the threads which bind flesh and flesh together.
At last the crisis came:it was precipitated by an accident.
Dorothy and her nurse had gone out one day for an airing,leaving Lady Mottisfont alone indoors.While she sat gloomily thinking that in all likelihood the Countess would contrive to meet the child somewhere,and exchange a few tender words with her,Sir Ashley Mottisfont rushed in and informed her that Dorothy had just had the narrowest possible escape from death.Some workmen were undermining a house to pull it down for rebuilding,when,without warning,the front wall inclined slowly outwards for its fall,the nurse and child passing beneath it at the same moment.The fall was temporarily arrested by the scaffolding,while in the meantime the Countess had witnessed their imminent danger from the other side of the street.Springing across,she snatched Dorothy from under the wall,and pulled the nurse after her,the middle of the way being barely reached before they were enveloped in the dense dust of the descending mass,though not a stone touched them.
'Where is Dorothy?'says the excited Lady Mottisfont.
'She has her--she won't let her go for a time--'
'Has her?But she's MINE--she's mine!'cries Lady Mottisfont.
Then her quick and tender eyes perceived that her husband had almost forgotten her intrusive existence in contemplating the oneness of Dorothy's,the Countess's,and his own:he was in a dream of exaltation which recognized nothing necessary to his well-being outside that welded circle of three lives.
Dorothy was at length brought home;she was much fascinated by the Countess,and saw nothing tragic,but rather all that was truly delightful,in what had happened.In the evening,when the excitement was over,and Dorothy was put to bed,Sir Ashley said,'She has saved Dorothy;and I have been asking myself what I can do for her as a slight acknowledgment of her heroism.Surely we ought to let her have Dorothy to bring up,since she still desires to do it?It would be so much to Dorothy's advantage.We ought to look at it in that light,and not selfishly.'
Philippa seized his hand.'Ashley,Ashley!You don't mean it--that I must lose my pretty darling--the only one I have?'She met his gaze with her piteous mouth and wet eyes so painfully strained,that he turned away his face.
The next morning,before Dorothy was awake,Lady Mottisfont stole to the girl's bedside,and sat regarding her.When Dorothy opened her eyes,she fixed them for a long time upon Philippa's features.
'Mamma--you are not so pretty as the Contessa,are you?'she said at length.
'I am not,Dorothy.'
'Why are you not,mamma?'
'Dorothy--where would you rather live,always;with me,or with her?'
The little girl looked troubled.'I am sorry,mamma;I don't mean to be unkind;but I would rather live with her;I mean,if I might without trouble,and you did not mind,and it could be just the same to us all,you know.'
'Has she ever asked you the same question?'
'Never,mamma.'
There lay the sting of it:the Countess seemed the soul of honour and fairness in this matter,test her as she might.That afternoon Lady Mottisfont went to her husband with singular firmness upon her gentle face.
'Ashley,we have been married nearly five years,and I have never challenged you with what I know perfectly well--the parentage of Dorothy.'
'Never have you,Philippa dear.Though I have seen that you knew from the first.'
'From the first as to her father,not as to her mother.Her I did not know for some time;but I know now.'
'Ah!you have discovered that too?'says he,without much surprise.
'Could I help it?Very well,that being so,I have thought it over;and I have spoken to Dorothy.I agree to her going.I can do no less than grant to the Countess her wish,after her kindness to my--your--her--child.'
Then this self-sacrificing woman went hastily away that he might not see that her heart was bursting;and thereupon,before they left the city,Dorothy changed her mother and her home.After this,the Countess went away to London for a while,taking Dorothy with her;and the baronet and his wife returned to their lonely place at Deansleigh Park without her.
