The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Queen of Hearts, by Wilkie Collins This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with almost no restrictions whatsoever You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org Title: The Queen of Hearts Author: Wilkie Collins Release Date: November 6, 2008 [EBook #1917] Last Updated: September 11, 2016 Language: English *** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE QUEEN OF HEARTS *** Produced by James Rusk, and David Widger THE QUEEN OF HEARTS By Wilkie Collins CONTENTS LETTER OF DEDICATION THE QUEEN OF HEARTS CHAPTER I OURSELVES CHAPTER II OUR DILEMMA CHAPTER III OUR QUEEN OF’ HEARTS CHAPTER IV OUR GRAND PROJECT BROTHER GRIFFITH’S STORY of THE FAMILY SECRET CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III BROTHER MORGAN’S STORY of THE DREAMWOMAN CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV BROTHER GRIFFITH’S STORY of MAD MONKTON CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI BROTHER MORGAN’S STORY of THE DEAD HAND BROTHER GRIFFITH’S STORY of THE BITER BIT BROTHER OWEN’S STORY of THE PARSON’S SCRUPLE CHAPTER I CHAPTER II BROTHER GRIFFITH’S STORY of A PLOT IN PRIVATE LIFE CHAPTER I CHAPTER II CHAPTER III CHAPTER IV CHAPTER V CHAPTER VI BROTHER MORGAN’S STORY of FAUNTLEROY CHAPTER I CHAPTER II BROTHER OWEN’S STORY of ANNE RODWAY LETTER OF DEDICATION TO EMILE FORGUES AT a time when French readers were altogether unaware of the existence of any books of my writing, a critical examination of my novels appeared under your signature in the Revue des Deux Mondes I read that article, at the time of its appearance, with sincere pleasure and sincere gratitude to the writer, and I have honestly done my best to profit by it ever since At a later period, when arrangements were made for the publication of my novels in Paris, you kindly undertook, at some sacrifice of your own convenience, to give the first of the series—“The Dead Secret”—the great advantage of being rendered into French by your pen Your excellent translation of “The Lighthouse” had already taught me how to appreciate the value of your assistance; and when “The Dead Secret” appeared in its French form, although I was sensibly gratified, I was by no means surprised to find my fortunate work of fiction, not translated, in the mechanical sense of the word, but transformed from a novel that I had written in my language to a novel that you might have written in yours I am now about to ask you to confer one more literary obligation on me by accepting the dedication of this book, as the earliest acknowledgment which it has been in my power to make of the debt I owe to my critic, to my translator, and to my friend The stories which form the principal contents of the following pages are all, more or less, exercises in that art which I have now studied anxiously for some years, and which I still hope to cultivate, to better and better purpose, for many more Allow me, by inscribing the collection to you, to secure one reader for it at the outset of its progress through the world of letters whose capacity for seeing all a writer’s defects may be matched by many other critics, but whose rarer faculty of seeing all a writer’s merits is equaled by very few WILKIE COLLINS THE QUEEN OF HEARTS CHAPTER I OURSELVES WE were three quiet, lonely old men, and SHE was a lively, handsome young woman, and we were at our wits’ end what to do with her A word about ourselves, first of all—a necessary word, to explain the singular situation of our fair young guest We are three brothers; and we live in a barbarous, dismal old house called The Glen Tower Our place of abode stands in a hilly, lonesome district of South Wales No such thing as a line of railway runs anywhere near us No gentleman’s seat is within an easy drive of us We are at an unspeakably inconvenient distance from a town, and the village to which we send for our letters is three miles off My eldest brother, Owen, was brought up to the Church All the prime of his life was passed in a populous London parish For more years than I now like to reckon up, he worked unremittingly, in defiance of failing health and adverse fortune, amid the multitudinous misery of the London poor; and he would, in all probability, have sacrificed his life to his duty long before the present time if The Glen Tower had not come into his possession through two unexpected deaths in the elder and richer branch of our family This opening to him of a place of rest and refuge saved his life No man ever drew breath who better deserved the gifts of fortune; for no man, I sincerely believe, more tender of others, more diffident of himself, more gentle, more generous, and more simple-hearted than Owen, ever walked this earth My second brother, Morgan, started in life as a doctor, and learned all that his profession could teach him at home and abroad He realized a moderate independence by his practice, beginning in one of our large northern towns and ending as a physician in London; but, although he was well known and appreciated among his brethren, he failed to gain that sort of reputation with the public which elevates a man into the position of a great doctor The ladies never liked him In the first place, he was ugly (Morgan will excuse me for mentioning this); in the second place, he was an inveterate smoker, and he smelled of tobacco when he felt languid pulses in elegant bedrooms; in the third place, he was the most formidably outspoken teller of the truth as regarded himself, his profession, and his patients, that ever imperiled the social standing of the science of medicine For these reasons, and for others which it is not necessary to mention, he never pushed his way, as a doctor, into the front ranks, and he never cared to so About a year after Owen came into possession of The Glen Tower, Morgan discovered that he had saved as much money for his old age as a sensible man could want; that he was tired of the active pursuit—or, as he termed it, of the dignified quackery of his profession; and that it was only common charity to give his invalid brother a companion who could physic him for nothing, and so prevent him from getting rid of his money in the worst of all possible ways, by wasting it on doctors’ bills In a week after Morgan had arrived at these conclusions, he was settled at The Glen Tower; and from that time, opposite as their characters were, my two elder brothers lived together in their lonely retreat, thoroughly understanding, and, in their very different ways, heartily loving one another Many years passed before I, the youngest of the three—christened by the unmelodious name of Griffith—found my way, in my turn, to the dreary old house, and the sheltering quiet of the Welsh hills My career in life had led me away from my brothers; and even now, when we are all united, I have still ties and interests to connect me with the outer world which neither Owen nor Morgan possess I was brought up to the Bar After my first year’s study of the law, I wearied of it, and strayed aside idly into the brighter and more attractive paths of literature My occasional occupation with my pen was varied by long traveling excursions in all parts of the Continent; year by year my circle of gay friends and acquaintances increased, and I bade fair to sink into the condition of a wandering desultory man, without a fixed purpose in life of any sort, when I was saved by what has saved many another in my situation—an attachment to a good and a sensible woman By the time I had reached the age of thirty-five, I had done what neither of my brothers had done before me—I had married As a single man, my own small independence, aided by what little additions to it I could pick up with my pen, had been sufficient for my wants; but with marriage and its responsibilities came the necessity for serious exertion I returned to my neglected studies, and grappled resolutely, this time, with the intricate difficulties of the law I was called to the Bar My wife’s father aided me with his interest, and I started into practice without difficulty and without delay For the next twenty years my married life was a scene of happiness and prosperity, on which I now look back with a grateful tenderness that no words of mine can express The memory of my wife is busy at my heart while I think of those past times The forgotten tears rise in my eyes again, and trouble the course of my pen while it traces these simple lines my own evidence They made me say much more than I said before the magistrate Between examination and cross-examination, I had to go into almost all the particulars about poor Mary and her funeral that I have written in this journal; the jury listening to every word I spoke with the most anxious attention At the end, the judge said a few words to me approving of my conduct, and then there was a clapping of hands among the people in court I was so agitated and excited that I trembled all over when they let me go out into the air again I looked at the prisoner both when I entered the witness-box and when I left it The lowering brutality of his face was unchanged, but his faculties seemed to be more alive and observant than they were at the police-office A frightful blue change passed over his face, and he drew his breath so heavily that the gasps were distinctly audible while I mentioned Mary by name and described the mark or the blow on her temple When they asked me if I knew anything of the prisoner, and I answered that I only knew what Mary herself had told me about his having been her father’s ruin, he gave a kind of groan, and struck both his hands heavily on the dock And when I passed beneath him on my way out of court, he leaned over suddenly, whether to speak to me or to strike me I can’t say, for he was immediately made to stand upright again by the turnkeys on either side of him While the evidence proceeded (as Robert described it to me), the signs that he was suffering under superstitious terror became more and more apparent; until, at last, just as the lawyer appointed to defend him was rising to speak, he suddenly cried out, in a voice that startled every one, up to the very judge on the bench: “Stop!” There was a pause, and all eyes looked at him The perspiration was pouring over his face like water, and he made strange, uncouth signs with his hands to the judge opposite “Stop all this!” he cried again; “I’ve been the ruin of the father and the death of the child Hang me before I do more harm! Hang me, for God’s sake, out of the way!” As soon as the shock produced by this extraordinary interruption had subsided, he was removed, and there followed a long discussion about whether he was of sound mind or not The matter was left to the jury to decide by their verdict They found him guilty of the charge of manslaughter, without the excuse of insanity He was brought up again, and condemned to transportation for life All he did, on hearing the dreadful sentence, was to reiterate his desperate words: “Hang me before I do more harm! Hang me, for God’s sake, out of the way!” June 20th I made yesterday’s entry in sadness of heart, and I have not been better in my spirits to-day It is something to have brought the murderer to the punishment that he deserves But the knowledge that this most righteous act of retribution is accomplished brings no consolation with it The law does indeed punish Noah Truscott for his crime, but can it raise up Mary Mallinson from her last resting-place in the churchyard? While writing of the law, I ought to record that the heartless wretch who allowed Mary to be struck down in his presence without making an attempt to defend her is not likely to escape with perfect impunity The policeman who looked after him to insure his attendance at the trial discovered that he had committed past offenses, for which the law can make him answer A summons was executed upon him, and he was taken before the magistrate the moment he left the court after giving his evidence I had just written these few lines, and was closing my journal, when there came a knock at the door I answered it, thinking that Robert had called on his way home to say good-night, and found myself face to face with a strange gentleman, who immediately asked for Anne Rodway On hearing that I was the person inquired for, he requested five minutes’ conversation with me I showed him into the little empty room at the back of the house, and waited, rather surprised and fluttered, to hear what he had to say He was a dark man, with a serious manner, and a short, stern way of speaking I was certain that he was a stranger, and yet there seemed something in his face not unfamiliar to me He began by taking a newspaper from his pocket, and asking me if I was the person who had given evidence at the trial of Noah Truscott on a charge of manslaughter I answered immediately that I was “I have been for nearly two years in London seeking Mary Mallinson, and always seeking her in vain,” he said “The first and only news I have had of her I found in the newspaper report of the trial yesterday.” He still spoke calmly, but there was something in the look of his eyes which showed me that he was suffering in spirit A sudden nervousness overcame me, and I was obliged to sit down “You knew Mary Mallinson, sir?” I asked, as quietly as I could “I am her brother.” I clasped my hands and hid my face in despair Oh, the bitterness of heart with which I heard him say those simple words! “You were very kind to her,” said the calm, tearless man “In her name and for her sake, I thank you.” “Oh, sir,” I said, “why did you never write to her when you were in foreign parts?” “I wrote often,” he answered; “but each of my letters contained a remittance of money Did Mary tell you she had a stepmother? If she did, you may guess why none of my letters were allowed to reach her I now know that this woman robbed my sister Has she lied in telling me that she was never informed of Mary’s place of abode?” I remembered that Mary had never communicated with her stepmother after the separation, and could therefore assure him that the woman had spoken the truth He paused for a moment after that, and sighed Then he took out a pocketbook, and said: “I have already arranged for the payment of any legal expenses that may have been incurred by the trial, but I have still to reimburse you for the funeral charges which you so generously defrayed Excuse my speaking bluntly on this subject; I am accustomed to look on all matters where money is concerned purely as matters of business.” I saw that he was taking several bank-notes out of the pocket-book, and stopped him “I will gratefully receive back the little money I actually paid, sir, because I am not well off, and it would be an ungracious act of pride in me to refuse it from you,” I said; “but I see you handling bank-notes, any one of which is far beyond the amount you have to repay me Pray put them back, sir What I did for your poor lost sister I did from my love and fondness for her You have thanked me for that, and your thanks are all I can receive.” He had hitherto concealed his feelings, but I saw them now begin to get the better of him His eyes softened, and he took my hand and squeezed it hard “I beg your pardon,” he said; “I beg your pardon, with all my heart.” There was silence between us, for I was crying, and I believe, at heart, he was crying too At last he dropped my hand, and seemed to change back, by an effort, to his former calmness “Is there no one belonging to you to whom I can be of service?” he asked “I see among the witnesses on the trial the name of a young man who appears to have assisted you in the inquiries which led to the prisoner’s conviction Is he a relation?” “No, sir—at least, not now—but I hope—” “What?” “I hope that he may, one day, be the nearest and dearest relation to me that a woman can have.” I said those words boldly, because I was afraid of his otherwise taking some wrong view of the connection between Robert and me “One day?” he repeated “One day may be a long time hence.” “We are neither of us well off, sir,” I said “One day means the day when we are a little richer than we are now.” “Is the young man educated? Can he produce testimonials to his character? Oblige me by writing his name and address down on the back of that card.” When I had obeyed, in a handwriting which I am afraid did me no credit, he took out another card and gave it to me “I shall leave England to-morrow,” he said “There is nothing now to keep me in my own country If you are ever in any difficulty or distress (which I pray God you may never be), apply to my London agent, whose address you have there.” He stopped, and looked at me attentively, then took my hand again “Where is she buried?” he said, suddenly, in a quick whisper, turning his head away I told him, and added that we had made the grave as beautiful as we could with grass and flowers I saw his lips whiten and tremble “God bless and reward you!” he said, and drew me toward him quickly and kissed my forehead I was quite overcome, and sank down and hid my face on the table When I looked up again he was gone * * * * * * * June 25th, 1841 I write these lines on my wedding morning, when little more than a year has passed since Robert returned to England His salary was increased yesterday to one hundred and fifty pounds a year If I only knew where Mr Mallinson was, I would write and tell him of our present happiness But for the situation which his kindness procured for Robert, we might still have been waiting vainly for the day that has now come I am to work at home for the future, and Sally is to help us in our new abode If Mary could have lived to see this day! I am not ungrateful for my blessings; but oh, how I miss that sweet face on this morning of all others! I got up to-day early enough to go alone to the grave, and to gather the nosegay that now lies before me from the flowers that grow round it I shall put it in my bosom when Robert comes to fetch me to the church Mary would have been my bridesmaid if she had lived; and I can’t forget Mary, even on my wedding-day THE NIGHT THE last words of the last story fell low and trembling from Owen’s lips He waited for a moment while Jessie dried the tears which Anne Rodway’s simple diary had drawn from her warm young heart, then closed the manuscript, and taking her hand patted it in his gentle, fatherly way “You will be glad to hear, my love,” he said, “that I can speak from personal experience of Anne Rodway’s happiness She came to live in my parish soon after the trial at which she appeared as chief witness, and I was the clergyman who married her Months before that I knew her story, and had read those portions of her diary which you have just heard When I made her my little present on her wedding day, and when she gratefully entreated me to tell her what she could for me in return, I asked for a copy of her diary to keep among the papers that I treasured most ‘The reading of it now and then,’ I said, ‘will encourage that faith in the brighter and better part of human nature which I hope, by God’s help, to preserve pure to my dying day.’ In that way I became possessed of the manuscript: it was Anne’s husband who made the copy for me You have noticed a few withered leaves scattered here and there between the pages They were put there, years since, by the bride’s own hand: they are all that now remain of the flowers that Anne Rodway gathered on her marriage morning from Mary Mallinson’s grave.” Jessie tried to answer, but the words failed on her lips Between the effect of the story, and the anticipation of the parting now so near at hand, the good, impulsive, affectionate creature was fairly overcome She laid her head on Owen’s shoulder, and kept tight hold of his hand, and let her heart speak simply for itself, without attempting to help it by a single word The silence that followed was broken harshly by the tower clock The heavy hammer slowly rang out ten strokes through the gloomy night-time and the dying storm I waited till the last humming echo of the clock fainted into dead stillness I listened once more attentively, and again listened in vain Then I rose, and proposed to my brothers that we should leave our guest to compose herself for the night When Owen and Morgan were ready to quit the room, I took her by the hand, and drew her a little aside “You leave us early, my dear,” I said; “but, before you go to-morrow morning —” I stopped to listen for the last time, before the words were spoken which committed me to the desperate experiment of pleading George’s cause in defiance of his own request Nothing caught my ear but the sweep of the weary weakened wind and the melancholy surging of the shaken trees “But, before you go to-morrow morning,” I resumed, “I want to speak to you in private We shall breakfast at eight o’clock Is it asking too much to beg you to come and see me alone in my study at half past seven?” Just as her lips opened to answer me I saw a change pass over her face I had kept her hand in mine while I was speaking, and I must have pressed it unconsciously so hard as almost to hurt her She may even have uttered a few words of remonstrance; but they never reached me: my whole hearing sense was seized, absorbed, petrified At the very instant when I had ceased speaking, I, and I alone, heard a faint sound—a sound that was new to me—fly past the Glen Tower on the wings of the wind “Open the window, for God’s sake!” I cried My hand mechanically held hers tighter and tighter She struggled to free it, looking hard at me with pale cheeks and frightened eyes Owen hastened up and released her, and put his arms round me “Griffith, Griffith!” he whispered, “control yourself, for George’s sake.” Morgan hurried to the window and threw it wide open The wind and rain rushed in fiercely Welcome, welcome wind! They all heard it now “Oh, Father in heaven, so merciful to fathers on earth—my son, my son!” It came in, louder and louder with every gust of wind—the joyous, rapid gathering roll of wheels My eyes fastened on her as if they could see to her heart, while she stood there with her sweet face turned on me all pale and startled I tried to speak to her; I tried to break away from Owen’s arms, to throw my own arms round her, to keep her on my bosom, till he came to take her from me But all my strength had gone in the long waiting and the long suspense My head sank on Owen’s breast—but I still heard the wheels Morgan loosened my cravat, and sprinkled water over my face—I still heard the wheels The poor terrified girl ran into her room, and came back with her smelling-salts—I heard the carriage stop at the house The room whirled round and round with me; but I heard the eager hurry of footsteps in the hall, and the opening of the door In another moment my son’s voice rose clear and cheerful from below, greeting the old servants who loved him The dear, familiar tones just poured into my ear, and then, the moment they filled it, hushed me suddenly to rest When I came to myself again my eyes opened upon George I was lying on the sofa, still in the same room; the lights we had read by in the evening were burning on the table; my son was kneeling at my pillow, and we two were alone THE MORNING THE wind is fainter, but there is still no calm The rain is ceasing, but there is still no sunshine The view from my window shows me the mist heavy on the earth, and a dim gray veil drawn darkly over the sky Less than twelve hours since, such a prospect would have saddened me for the day I look out at it this morning, through the bright medium of my own happiness, and not the shadow of a shade falls across the steady inner sunshine that is poring over my heart The pen lingers fondly in my hand, and yet it is little, very little, that I have left to say The Purple Volume lies open by my side, with the stories ranged together in it in the order in which they were read My son has learned to prize them already as the faithful friends who served him at his utmost need I have only to wind off the little thread of narrative on which they are all strung together before the volume is closed and our anxious literary experiment fairly ended My son and I had a quiet hour together on that happy night before we retired to rest The little love-plot invented in George’s interests now required one last stroke of diplomacy to complete it before we all threw off our masks and assumed our true characters for the future When my son and I parted for the night, we had planned the necessary stratagem for taking our lovely guest by surprise as soon as she was out of her bed in the morning Shortly after seven o’clock I sent a message to Jessie by her maid, informing her that a good night’s rest had done wonders for me, and that I expected to see her in my study at half past seven, as we had arranged the evening before As soon as her answer, promising to be punctual to the appointment, had reached me, I took George into my study—left him in my place to plead his own cause— and stole away, five minutes before the half hour, to join my brothers in the breakfast-room Although the sense of my own happiness disposed me to take the brightest view of my son’s chances, I must nevertheless acknowledge that some nervous anxieties still fluttered about my heart while the slow minutes of suspense were counting themselves out in the breakfast-room I had as little attention to spare for Owen’s quiet prognostications of success as for Morgan’s pitiless sarcasms on love, courtship, and matrimony A quarter of an hour elapsed—then twenty minutes The hand moved on, and the clock pointed to five minutes to eight, before I heard the study door open, and before the sound of rapidly-advancing footsteps warned me that George was coming into the room His beaming face told the good news before a word could be spoken on either side The excess of his happiness literally and truly deprived him of speech He stood eagerly looking at us all three, with outstretched hands and glistening eyes “Have I folded up my surplice forever,” asked Owen, “or am I to wear it once again, George, in your service?” “Answer this question first,” interposed Morgan, with a look of grim anxiety “Have you actually taken your young woman off my hands, or have you not?” No direct answer followed either question George’s feelings had been too deeply stirred to allow him to return jest for jest at a moment’s notice “Oh, father, how can I thank you!” he said “And you! and you!” he added, looking at Owen and Morgan gratefully “You must thank Chance as well as thank us,” I replied, speaking as lightly as my heart would let me, to encourage him “The advantage of numbers in our little love-plot was all on our side Remember, George, we were three to one.” While I was speaking the breakfast-room door opened noiselessly, and showed us Jessie standing on the threshold, uncertain whether to join us or to run back to her own room Her bright complexion heightened to a deep glow; the tears just rising in her eyes, and not yet falling from them; her delicate lips trembling a little, as if they were still shyly conscious of other lips that had pressed them but a few minutes since; her attitude irresolutely graceful; her hair just disturbed enough over her forehead and her cheeks to add to the charm of them—she stood before us, the loveliest living picture of youth, and tenderness, and virgin love that eyes ever looked on George and I both advanced together to meet her at the door But the good, grateful girl had heard from my son the true story of all that I had done, and hoped, and suffered for the last ten days, and showed charmingly how she felt it by turning at once to me “May I stop at the Glen Tower a little longer?” she asked, simply “If you think you can get through your evenings, my love,” I answered “‘But surely you forget that the Purple Volume is closed, and that the stories have all come to an end?” She clasped her arms round my neck, and laid her cheek fondly against mine “How you must have suffered yesterday!” she whispered, softly “And how happy I am to-day!” The tears gathered in her eyes and dropped over her cheeks as she raised her head to look at me affectionately when I said those words I gently unclasped her arms and led her to George “So you really did love him, then, after all,” I whispered, “though you were too sly to let me discover it?” A smile broke out among the tears as her eyes wandered away from mine and stole a look at my son The clock struck the hour, and the servant came in with breakfast A little domestic interruption of this kind was all that was wanted to put us at our ease We drew round the table cheerfully, and set the Queen of Hearts at the head of it, in the character of mistress of the house already End of the Project Gutenberg 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