Penny Dreadful Multipack Vol. 1 (Illustrated. Annotated. 'Wagner The Wehr-Wolf,' 'Varney The Vampire,' 'The Mysteries of London Vol. 1' + Bonus Features) (Penny Dreadful Multipacks) (183 page)

BOOK: Penny Dreadful Multipack Vol. 1 (Illustrated. Annotated. 'Wagner The Wehr-Wolf,' 'Varney The Vampire,' 'The Mysteries of London Vol. 1' + Bonus Features) (Penny Dreadful Multipacks)
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CHAPTER VII

THE BOUDOIR

 

     IT was the morning after the events
related in the last chapter.   
    The scene changes to a beautiful little villa in  the
environs of Upper Clapton.
    This charming retreat, which consisted of a main building
two storeys high, and wings each containing only one apartment, was constructed
of yellow bricks that had retained their primitive colour, the dwelling being
too far from the metropolis to be affected by its smoky exhalations.
    The villa stood in the midst of a small garden, beautifully
laid out in the French style of Louis XV; and around it - interrupted only by
the avenue leading to the front door of the dwelling - was a grove of
evergreens. This grove formed a complete circle, and bounded the garden; and
the entire enclosure was protected by a regular paling, painted white. 
    This miniature domain, consisting of about four acres, was
one of the most beautiful spots in the neighbourhood of London; and behind it -
far as the eye could reach - stretched the green fields, smiling and cultivated
like those of Tuscany.
    In front of the villa was a small grass plot, in the centre
of which was a basin of clear and pellucid water, upon whose surface floated
two noble swans, and other aquatic birds of a curious species.
    Every now and then the silence of the morning was broken by
the bay of several sporting-dogs, which occupied, in the rear of the building,
kennels more cleanly and more carefully attended upon than the dwellings of
many  millions of Christians.
    And yet the owner of that villa wanted not charity: witness
the poor woman and two children who have just emerged from the servants'
offices laden with cold provisions, and with a well-filled bundle of other
necessaries.
    At the door of a stable a groom was seen dismounting from
the back of a thorough-bred chestnut mare, which had just returned from an
airing, and upon which he cast glance of mingled pride and affection.
    The windows of the villa were embellished with flowers in
pots and vases of curious workmanship; and outside the casements of the chambers
upon the first floor were suspended cages containing beautiful singing birds.
    To the interior of one of those rooms must we direct the
attention of the reader. It was an elegant boudoir: and yet it could scarcely
justify the name; for by a boudoir we understand something completely feminine,
whereas this contained articles of male and female use and attire strangely
commingled - pell-mell - together.
    Upon the toilet-table were all the implements necessary for
the decoration and embellishment of female beauty; and carelessly thrown over a
chair were a coat, waistcoat, and trousers. A diminutive pair of patent-leather
Wellington boots kept company with delicate morocco shoes, to which sandals
were affixed. A huge press, half-open, disclosed an array of beautiful dresses
- silk, satin, and precious stuffs of all kinds and on a row of pegs were hung
a scarlet hunting coat, a shooting-jacket, a jockey-cap, and other articles of
attire connected with field sports and masculine recreations. Parasols,
 

 

foils, single-sticks, dandy-canes, and hunting-whips, were huddled
together in one corner of that bureau. And yet all the confusion of these
various and discrepant objects was so regular in appearance - if the
phrase can be understood - that it seemed as if some cunning hand had purposely
arranged them all so as to strike the eye in a manner calculated to encourage
the impression that this elegant boudoir was inhabited by a man of strange
feminine tastes, or a woman of extraordinary masculine ones.
    There was no pompous nor gorgeous display of wealth in this
boudoir: its interior, like that of the whole villa throughout, denoted
competence and ease - elegance and taste, but no useless luxury nor profuse
expenditure. 
    The window of the boudoir was half open. A bowl of chrystal
water, containing gold and silver fish, stood upon a table in the recess of the
casement. The chirrup of the birds echoed through the room, which was perfumed
with the odour of sweet flowers.
    By the well facing the window stood a French bed, on the
head and foot of which fall pink satin curtains, flowing from a gilt-headed
arrow fixed near the ceiling.
    It was now nine o'clock, and the sun shed a flood of golden
light through the half-open casement upon that couch which was so voluptuous
and so downy.
    A female of great beauty, and apparently about
five-and-twenty years of age, was reading in that bed. Her head reposed upon
her hand, and her elbow upon the pillow: and that hand was buried in a mass of
luxuriant light chestnut hair, which flowed down upon her back, her shoulders,
and her bosom; but not so as altogether to conceal the polished ivory whiteness
of the plump fair flesh.
    The admirable slope of the shoulders the swan-like neck, and
the exquisite symmetry of the bust, were descried even amidst those masses of
luxuriant and shining hair.
    A high and ample forehead, hazel eyes,
 
nose perfectly straight, small
but pouting ups, brilliant teeth, and a well rounded chin, were additional
charms to augment the attractions of that delightful picture.
    The whole scene was one of soft voluptuousness - the birds,
the flowers, the vase of gold and silver fish, the tasteful arrangements of the
boudoir, the French bed, and the beautiful creature who reclined in that couch,
her head supported upon the well-turned and polished arm, the dazzling
whiteness of which no envious sleeve concealed!
    From time to time the eyes of that sweet creature were
raised from the book, and thrown around the room in a manner that denoted, if
not mental anxiety, at least a state of mind not completely at ease. Now and
then, too, a cloud passed over that brow which seemed the very throne of
innocence and candour; and a sigh agitated the breast which the sunbeams
covered as it were with kisses.
    Presently the door was opened softly, and an elderly female,
well but simply dressed, and of placid and reserved aspect, entered the room.
    "Mr. Stephens is below," said the servant; "I
told him you had not risen yet, and he says he will await your
convenience."
    "I know not how it is," exclaimed the lady
impatiently, "but I never felt less disposed for the visit of him whom I
regard as my benefactor. Ah! Louisa," she added, a cloud overspreading her
entire countenance, "I feel as if one of those dreadful attacks of
despondency -one of those fearful fits of alarm and foreboding-of presentiment
of evil, were coming on; and —"
    "Pray calm yourself," interrupted the servant,
speaking in a kind and imploring tone. "Remember that the very walls have
ears; that a word spoken in too high a tone may betray your secret; and heaven
alone knows what would be the result of such an appalling discovery!"
    "Yes - it is that horrible mystery," ejaculated
the lady, "which fills me with the most acute apprehensions. Compelled to
sustain a constant cheat - to feel that I am a living, a breathing, a moving
falsehood, a walking lie; - forced to crush all the natural amenities - ay, and
even the amiable weaknesses of my sex; governed by an imperious necessity against
which it is now impossible to rebel, - how can I do otherwise than experience
moments of unutterable anguish!"
    "You must still have patience - patience only for a few
months - three short months, - and the result of all this suspense - the end of
all this anxiety, will be no doubt as advantageous - as immensely important and
beneficial - as we are led to believe."
    "True: we are bound to believe a man who seems so
serious in all his actions with regard to me," said the lady, after a
short pause, during which she seemed to be wrapped up in a deep reverie.
"But why does he keep me in the dark with regard to the true nature of
that grand result? Why does he not trust me, who have placed such unbounded,
such implicit confidence in him?"
    "He is afraid lest an unguarded moment on your part
should betray what he assures us to be or the most vital - the last
importance," answered the domestic, in a kindly remonstrative tone.
"And really, my dearest girl," she added, affectionately,-
"pardon me for calling you so — "
    "Ah! Louisa, you are my dearest friend!" said the
lady energetically. "You, and you alone, have supported my courage during
the four years and a half that this horrible deceit has already lasted; your
kindness —"
    "I have only done my duty, and acted as my heart
dictated," mildly replied the female dependant. "But as I was
observing, you are so very imprudent, as it is; and can you expect that Mr.
Stephens will reveal to you the minute details of a scheme, which —"
    "Imprudent!" hastily exclaimed the lady: "how
am I imprudent? Do I not follow all
 
his
 
directions - all
 
your
 
advice? Have I not even learned
to talk to the very groom in his own language about the horses and the dogs?
and do I not scamper across the country, upon my chestnut mare, with him
following upon the bay horse at my heels, as if we were both mad? And then you
say that I am imprudent, when I have done all I can to sustain the character
which I have assumed? And with the exception of these rides, how seldom do I go
abroad? Half-a-dozen names include all my acquaintances: and no-one - one-no
one ever comes here! This is, indeed, a hermit's dwelling! How can you say that
I am imprudent?"
    "Without going out of this very room," began
Louisa, with a smile, I could —"
    "Ah! the eternal remonstrances against these
habiliments of my sex!" exclaimed the lady, drawing back the satin curtain
at the head of the bed with her snow-white arm, and glancing towards the bureau
which contained the female dresses: "ever those remonstrances! Alas! I
should die - I could not support this appalling deceit - were I not to gratify
my woman's feelings from time to time! Do you think that I can altogether rebel
against nature, and not experience the effects? And, in occasionally soothing
my mind with the occupations natural to my sex, have I ever been imprudent?
When I have dressed my hair as it should ever be dressed - when I have put on
one of those silk or muslin robes, merely to see myself reflected in my mirror
- and, oh! what a pardonable vanity under such circumstances! - have I ever
been imprudent enough to set foot outside this retreat - this boudoir, to which
you alone are ever admitted? Do I ever dress with the blinds of the windows
raised? No: I have done all that human being can do to support my spirits
during this sad trial, and sustain the character I have assumed. But if it be
desired that I should altogether forget my sex - and cling to the garb of a
man; if I may never - not even for an hour in the evening - follow my fantasy,
and relieve my mind by resuming the garb which is natural to me - within these
four walls - unseen by a soul save you —"
    "Yes, yes, you shall have your way," interrupted
Louisa soothingly. "But Mr. Stephens waits: will you not rise and see
him?"
    "It is my duty," said the lady resignedly.
"He has surrounded me with every comfort and every luxury which appetite
can desire or money procure; and, however he may ultimately benefit by this
proceeding, in the meantime my gratitude is due to him."
    "The delicacy of his conduct towards you equals his
liberality," observed Louisa pointedly.
    "Yes; notwithstanding the peculiarity of our relative
position, not a word, not a look disrespectful towards me from the first moment
of our acquaintance! He faithfully adheres to his
 
portion of the contract, and I
will as religiously observe mine.
    "You speak wisely and consistently," said Louisa;
"and the result of your honourable conduct towards Mr. Stephens will no
doubt be a recompense which will establish your fortunes for life."
    "That hope sustains me. Oh! how happy, thrice happy
shall I be, when, the period of my emancipation being arrived, I may escape to
some distant part of my own native country, or to some foreign clime, resume
the garb belonging to my sex, and live in a way consistent with nature, aid
suitable to my taste. It is in anticipation of those golden moments that I from
time to time retire into the impenetrable mystery of this boudoir, and dress
myself in the garb which I love, and which is my own. And when that elysian age
shall come, oh! how shall I divert my mind with a retrospection upon these long
weary weeks and months, during which I have been compelled to study habits
opposed to my taste and feeling - to affect a love of horses and dogs, that a
manly predilection may avert attention from a feminine countenance, - and to
measure each word that falls from my lips, to study each attitude which my form
assumes, and to relinquish pursuits and occupations which my mind adores."
    The lady threw herself back upon her pillow and gave way to
a delicious reverie, Louisa did not attempt to disturb her for some minutes, At
length she murmured something about "keeping Mr. Stephens waiting rather
longer than usual;" and her mistress, acting by a sudden impulse, rose
from her couch.
    Then followed the mysterious toilet.
    Stays, curiously contrived, gave to that exquisitely
modelled form as much as possible the appearance of the figure of a man. The
swell of the bosom, slightly compressed, was rendered scarcely apparent by
padding skilfully placed, so as to fill up and flatten the undulating bust. The
position of the waist was lowered; and all this was effected without causing
the subject of so strange a transformation any pain or uneasiness.
    The semi-military blue frock coat, buttoned up to the
throat, completed the disguise; and as this species of garment is invariably
somewhat prominent about the chest, the very fashion of its make materially
aided an effectual concealment, by averting surprise at the gentle protuberance
of the breast, in the present instance.
    Louisa arranged the luxuriant and flowing hair with
particular attention, bestowing as much as possible a masculine appearance upon
that which would have been a covering worthy of a queen.
    The toilet being thus completed, this strange being to whom
we have introduced our readers, descended to a parlour on the ground floor.
    When Louisa left the boudoir she carefully locked the door
and consigned the key to her pocket.

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