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Potts and John exchanged glances, and nothing was said for some time. "Perhaps this Smithers & Son have been at the bottom of all this," continued John. "They are the only ones who could have been strong enough." "But why should they?" John shook his head. "Despard or Langhetti may have got them to do it. Perhaps that d d girl did it.
"Not long before leaving Quebec, who do you think turned up? No less a person than Paolo Langhetti, who in the course of his wanderings came out there. He had known some extraordinary adventures on his voyage out; and these are the immediate cause of this letter. "He took passage early in June last in the ship Tecumseh, from Liverpool for Quebec.
Prometheus addressed all nature "the divine ether, the swift-winged winds, Earth the All-mother, and the infinite laughter of the ocean waves." The thoughts were those of Aeschylus, expressed by the music of Langhetti. The ocean nymphs bewailed him in a song of mournful sweetness, whose indescribable pathos touched every heart.
Langhetti was overwhelmed. The officials evidently believed that Potts was an injured father, and showed some coldness to Langhetti. "He is her father; what better could she do?" asked one. "Any thing would be better," said Langhetti, mournfully. "He is a villain so remorseless that she had to fly. Some friends received her. She went to get her own living since she is of age.
"Yet even that I could bear. Do you not see that by your very vagueness you are exciting my thoughts and hopes? You do not know what I know." "What do you know?" asked Langhetti, eagerly. Beatrice hesitated. No; she could not tell. That would be to tell all the holiest secrets of her heart.
Yet I have kept an account of his movements, and know where he is now." "He is here in London," said Frank, with deep emotion. "Yes, thank God!" said Louis. "You will see him, and we all will be able to meet some day." "But," asked Frank, "do you not think Langhetti is a man to be trusted?" "That is not the point," replied Louis. "I believe Langhetti is one of the noblest men that ever lived.
He then went to the cottage close by the inn, where Beatrice had found a home, and Langhetti a refuge. Philips was with him. On knocking at the door Asgeelo opened it. They entered the parlor, and in a short time Mrs. Compton appeared. Brandon's first inquiry was after Langhetti. "He is about the same," said Mrs. Compton.
Six o'clock at last came, and he set out for the purpose of making inquiries. He went first to the theatre. Here, after some trouble, he found those who had the place in charge, and, by questioning them, he learned that Beatrice had left by herself in a cab for her home, and that Langhetti had remained some time later. He then went to Beatrice's lodgings to question the landlady.
But her eyes were closed, and her wan, white lips parted; and there was a sorrow on her face which did not seem appropriate to one so young. "Look," said Langhetti, in a mournful voice. "Saw you ever in all your life any one so perfectly and so faultlessly beautiful? Oh, if you could but have seen her, as I have done, in her moods of inspiration, when she sang!
I will show, my dear Langhetti, how you have led a roving life, and, when a drum-major at Hong Kong, won the affections of my daughter; how you followed her here, and seduced her away from a kind father; how at infinite risk I regained her; how you came to me with audacious threats; and how only the dread of further scandal, and my own anxious love for my daughter, prevented me from handing you over to the authorities.
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