the consequences of all this speedily manifested themselves. the very next incident in the story was in some degree decisive of the catastrophe. hitherto i have spoken only of preliminary matters, seemingly unconnected with each other, though leading to that state of mind in both parties which had such fatal effects. but all that remains is rapid and tremendous. the death-dealing mischief advances with an accelerated motion, appearing to defy human wisdom and strength to obstruct its operation.

the vices of mr. tyrrel, in their present state of augmentation, were peculiarly exercised upon his domestics and dependents. but the principal sufferer was the young lady mentioned on a former occasion, the orphan daughter of his father’s sister. miss melville’s mother had married imprudently, or rather unfortunately, against the consent of her relations, all of whom had agreed to withdraw their countenance from her in consequence of that precipitate step. her husband had turned out to be no better than an adventurer; had spent her fortune, which in consequence of the irreconcilableness of her family was less than he expected, and had broken her heart. her infant daughter was left without any resource. in this situation the representations of the people with whom she happened to be placed, prevailed upon mrs. tyrrel, the mother of the squire, to receive her into her family. in equity, perhaps, she was entitled to that portion of fortune which her mother had forfeited by her imprudence, and which had gone to swell the property of the male representative. but this idea had never entered into the conceptions of either mother or son. mrs, tyrrel conceived that she performed an act of the most exalted benevolence in admitting miss emily into a sort of equivocal situation, which was neither precisely that of a domestic, nor yet marked with the treatment that might seem due to one of the family.

she had not, however, at first been sensible of all the mortifications that might have been expected from her condition. mrs. tyrrel, though proud and imperious, was not ill-natured. the female, who lived in the family in the capacity of housekeeper, was a person who had seen better days, and whose disposition was extremely upright and amiable. she early contracted a friendship for the little emily, who was indeed for the most part committed to her care. emily, on her side, fully repaid the affection of her instructress, and learned with great docility the few accomplishments mrs. jakeman was able to communicate. but most of all she imbibed her cheerful and artless temper, that extracted the agreeable and encouraging from all events, and prompted her to communicate her sentiments, which were never of the cynical cast, without modification or disguise. besides the advantages emily derived from mrs. jakeman, she was permitted to take lessons from the masters who were employed at tyrrel place for the instruction of her cousin; and indeed, as the young gentleman was most frequently indisposed to attend to them, they would commonly have had nothing to do, had it not been for the fortunate presence of miss melville. mrs. tyrrel therefore encouraged the studies of emily on that score; in addition to which she imagined that this living exhibition of instruction might operate as an indirect allurement to her darling barnabas, the only species of motive she would suffer to be presented. force she absolutely forbade; and of the intrinsic allurements of literature and knowledge she had no conception.

emily, as she grew up, displayed an uncommon degree of sensibility, which under her circumstances would have been a source of perpetual dissatisfaction, had it not been qualified with an extreme sweetness and easiness of temper. she was far from being entitled to the appellation of a beauty. her person was petite and trivial; her complexion savoured of the brunette; and her face was marked with the small-pox, sufficiently to destroy its evenness and polish, though not enough to destroy its expression. but, though her appearance was not beautiful, it did not fail to be in a high degree engaging. her complexion was at once healthful and delicate; her long dark eye-brows adapted themselves with facility to the various conceptions of her mind; and her looks bore the united impression of an active discernment and a good-humoured frankness. the instruction she had received, as it was entirely of a casual nature, exempted her from the evils of untutored ignorance, but not from a sort of native wildness, arguing a mind incapable of guile itself, or of suspecting it in others. she amused, without seeming conscious of the refined sense which her observations contained; or rather, having never been debauched with applause, she set light by her own qualifications, and talked from the pure gaiety of a youthful heart acting upon the stores of a just understanding, and not with any expectation of being distinguished and admired.

the death of her aunt made very little change in her situation. this prudent lady, who would have thought it little less than sacrilege to have considered miss melville as a branch of the stock of the tyrrels, took no more notice of her in her will than barely putting her down for one hundred pounds in a catalogue of legacies to her servants. she had never been admitted into the intimacy and confidence of mrs. tyrrel; and the young squire, now that she was left under his sole protection, seemed inclined to treat her with even more liberality than his mother had done. he had seen her grow up under his eye, and therefore, though there were but six years difference in their ages, he felt a kind of paternal interest in her welfare. habit had rendered her in a manner necessary to him, and, in every recess from the occupations of the field and the pleasures of the table, he found himself solitary and forlorn without the society of miss melville. nearness of kindred, and emily’s want of personal beauty, prevented him from ever looking on her with the eyes of desire. her accomplishments were chiefly of the customary and superficial kind, dancing and music. her skill in the first led him sometimes to indulge her with a vacant corner in his carriage, when he went to the neighbouring assembly; and, in whatever light he might himself think proper to regard her, he would have imagined his chambermaid, introduced by him, entitled to an undoubted place in the most splendid circle. her musical talents were frequently employed for his amusement. she had the honour occasionally of playing him to sleep after the fatigues of the chase; and, as he had some relish for harmonious sounds, she was frequently able to soothe him by their means from the perturbations of which his gloomy disposition was so eminently a slave. upon the whole, she might be considered as in some sort his favourite. she was the mediator to whom his tenants and domestics, when they had incurred his displeasure, were accustomed to apply; the privileged companion, that could approach this lion with impunity in the midst of his roarings. she spoke to him without fear; her solicitations were always good-natured and disinterested; and when he repulsed her, he disarmed himself of half his terrors, and was contented to smile at her presumption.

such had been for some years the situation of miss melville. its precariousness had been beguiled by the uncommon forbearance with which she was treated by her savage protector. but his disposition, always brutal, had acquired a gradual accession of ferocity since the settlement of mr. falkland in his neighbourhood. he now frequently forgot the gentleness with which he had been accustomed to treat his good-natured cousin. her little playful arts were not always successful in softening his rage; and he would sometimes turn upon her blandishments with an impatient sternness that made her tremble. the careless ease of her disposition, however, soon effaced these impressions, and she fell without variation into her old habits.

a circumstance occurred about this time which gave peculiar strength to the acrimony of mr. tyrrel, and ultimately brought to its close the felicity that miss melville, in spite of the frowns of fortune, had hitherto enjoyed. emily was exactly seventeen when mr. falkland returned from the continent. at this age she was peculiarly susceptible of the charms of beauty, grace, and moral excellence, when united in a person of the other sex. she was imprudent, precisely because her own heart was incapable of guile. she had never yet felt the sting of the poverty to which she was condemned, and had not reflected on the insuperable distance that custom has placed between the opulent and the poorer classes of the community. she beheld mr. falkland, whenever he was thrown in her way at any of the public meetings, with admiration; and, without having precisely explained to herself the sentiments she indulged, her eyes followed him through all the changes of the scene, with eagerness and impatience. she did not see him, as the rest of the assembly did, born to one of the amplest estates in the county, and qualified to assert his title to the richest heiress. she thought only of falkland, with those advantages which were most intimately his own, and of which no persecution of adverse fortune had the ability to deprive him. in a word, she was transported when he was present; he was the perpetual subject of her reveries and her dreams; but his image excited no sentiment in her mind beyond that of the immediate pleasure she took in his idea.

the notice mr. falkland bestowed on her in return, appeared sufficiently encouraging to a mind so full of prepossession as that of emily. there was a particular complacency in his looks when directed towards her. he had said in a company, of which one of the persons present repeated his remarks to miss melville, that she appeared to him amiable and interesting; that he felt for her unprovided and destitute situation; and that he should have been glad to be more particular in his attention to her, had he not been apprehensive of doing her a prejudice in the suspicious mind of mr. tyrrel. all this she considered as the ravishing condescension of a superior nature; for, if she did not recollect with sufficient assiduity his gifts of fortune, she was, on the other hand, filled with reverence for his unrivalled accomplishments. but, while she thus seemingly disclaimed all comparison between mr. falkland and herself, she probably cherished a confused feeling as if some event, that was yet in the womb of fate, might reconcile things apparently the most incompatible. fraught with these prepossessions, the civilities that had once or twice occurred in the bustle of a public circle, the restoring her fan which she had dropped, or the disembarrassing her of an empty tea-cup, made her heart palpitate, and gave birth to the wildest chimeras in her deluded imagination.

about this time an event happened, that helped to give a precise determination to the fluctuations of miss melville’s mind. one evening, a short time after the death of mr. clare, mr. falkland had been at the house of his deceased friend in his quality of executor, and, by some accidents of little intrinsic importance, had been detained three or four hours later than he expected. he did not set out upon his return till two o’clock in the morning. at this time, in a situation so remote from the metropolis, every thing is as silent as it would be in a region wholly uninhabited. the moon shone bright; and the objects around being marked with strong variations of light and shade, gave a kind of sacred solemnity to the scene. mr. falkland had taken collins with him, the business to be settled at mr. clare’s being in some respects similar to that to which this faithful domestic had been accustomed in the routine of his ordinary service. they had entered into some conversation, for mr. falkland was not then in the habit of obliging the persons about him by formality and reserve to recollect who he was. the attractive solemnity of the scene made him break off the talk somewhat abruptly, that he might enjoy it without interruption. they had not ridden far, before a hollow wind seemed to rise at a distance, and they could hear the hoarse roarings of the sea. presently the sky on one side assumed the appearance of a reddish brown, and a sudden angle in the road placed this phenomenon directly before them. as they proceeded, it became more distinct, and it was at length sufficiently visible that it was occasioned by a fire. mr. falkland put spurs to his horse; and, as they approached, the object presented every instant a more alarming appearance. the flames ascended with fierceness; they embraced a large portion of the horizon; and, as they carried up with them numerous little fragments of the materials that fed them, impregnated with fire, and of an extremely bright and luminous colour, they presented some feeble image of the tremendous eruption of a volcano.

the flames proceeded from a village directly in their road. there were eight or ten houses already on fire, and the whole seemed to be threatened with immediate destruction. the inhabitants were in the utmost consternation, having had no previous experience of a similar calamity. they conveyed with haste their moveables and furniture into the adjoining fields. when any of them had effected this as far as it could be attempted with safety, they were unable to conceive any further remedy, but stood wringing their hands, and contemplating the ravages of the fire in an agony of powerless despair. the water that could be procured, in any mode practised in that place, was but as a drop contending with an element in arms. the wind in the mean time was rising, and the flames spread with more and more rapidity.

mr. falkland contemplated this scene for a few moments, as if ruminating with himself as to what could be done. he then directed some of the country people about him to pull down a house, next to one that was wholly on fire, but which itself was yet untouched. they seemed astonished at a direction which implied a voluntary destruction of property, and considered the task as too much in the heart of the danger to be undertaken. observing that they were motionless, he dismounted from his horse, and called upon them in an authoritative voice to follow him. he ascended the house in an instant, and presently appeared upon the top of it, as if in the midst of the flames. having, with the assistance of two or three of the persons that followed him most closely, and who by this time had supplied themselves with whatever tools came next to hand, loosened the support of a stack of chimneys, he pushed them headlong into the midst of the fire. he passed and repassed along the roof; and, having set people to work in all parts, descended in order to see what could be done in any other quarter. at this moment an elderly woman burst from the midst of a house in flames: the utmost consternation was painted in her looks; and, as soon as she could recollect herself enough to have a proper idea of her situation, the subject of her anxiety seemed, in an instant, to be totally changed. “where is my child?” cried she, and cast an anxious and piercing look among the surrounding crowd. “oh, she is lost! she is in the midst of flames! save her! save her! my child!” she filled the air with heart-rending shrieks. she turned towards the house. the people that were near endeavoured to prevent her, but she shook them off in a moment. she entered the passage; viewed the hideous ruin; and was then going to plunge into the blazing staircase. mr. falkland saw, pursued, and seized her by the arm; it was mrs. jakeman. “stop!” he cried, with a voice of grand, yet benevolent authority. “remain you in the street! i will seek, and will save her!” mrs. jakeman obeyed. he charged the persons who were near to detain her; he enquired which was the apartment of emily. mrs. jakeman was upon a visit to a sister who lived in the village, and had brought emily along with her. mr. falkland ascended a neighbouring house, and entered that in which emily was, by a window in the roof.

he found her already awaked from her sleep; and, becoming sensible of her danger, she had that instant wrapped a loose gown round her. such is the almost irresistible result of feminine habits; but, having done this, she examined the surrounding objects with the wildness of despair. mr. falkland entered the chamber. she flew into his arms with the rapidity of lightning. she embraced and clung to him, with an impulse that did not wait to consult the dictates of her understanding. her emotions were indescribable. in a few short moments she had lived an age in love. in two minutes mr. falkland was again in the street with his lovely, half-naked burthen in his arms. having restored her to her affectionate protector, snatched from the immediate grasp of death, from which, if he had not, none would have delivered her, he returned to his former task. by his presence of mind, by his indefatigable humanity and incessant exertions, he saved three fourths of the village from destruction.

the conflagration being at length abated, he sought again mrs. jakeman and emily, who by this time had obtained a substitute for the garments she had lost in the fire. he displayed the tenderest solicitude for the young lady’s safety, and directed collins to go with as much speed as he could, and send his chariot to attend her. more than an hour elapsed in this interval. miss melville had never seen so much of mr. falkland upon any former occasion; and the spectacle of such humanity, delicacy, firmness, and justice in the form of man, as he crowded into this small space, was altogether new to her, and in the highest degree fascinating. she had a confused feeling as if there had been something indecorous in her behaviour or appearance, when mr. falkland had appeared to her relief; and this combined with her other emotions to render the whole critical and intoxicating.

emily no sooner arrived at the family mansion, than mr. tyrrel ran out to receive her. he had just heard of the melancholy accident that had taken place at the village, and was terrified for the safety of his good-humoured cousin. he displayed those unpremeditated emotions which are common to almost every individual of the human race. he was greatly shocked at the suspicion that emily might possibly have become the victim of a catastrophe which had thus broken out in the dead of night. his sensations were of the most pleasing sort when he folded her in his arms, and fearful apprehension was instantaneously converted into joyous certainty. emily no sooner entered under the well known roof than her spirits were brisk, and her tongue incessant in describing her danger and her deliverance. mr. tyrrel had formerly been tortured with the innocent eulogiums she pronounced of mr. falkland. but these were lameness itself, compared with the rich and various eloquence that now flowed from her lips. love had not the same effect upon her, especially at the present moment, which it would have had upon a person instructed to feign a blush, and inured to a consciousness of wrong. she described his activity and resources, the promptitude with which every thing was conceived, and the cautious but daring wisdom with which it was executed. all was fairy-land and enchantment in the tenour of her artless tale; you saw a beneficent genius surveying and controlling the whole, but could have no notion of any human means by which his purposes were effected.

mr. tyrrel listened for a while to these innocent effusions with patience; he could even bear to hear the man applauded, by whom he had just obtained so considerable a benefit. but the theme by amplification became nauseous, and he at length with some roughness put an end to the tale. probably, upon recollection, it appeared still more insolent and intolerable than while it was passing; the sensation of gratitude wore off, but the hyperbolical praise that had been bestowed still haunted his memory, and sounded in his ear;— emily had entered into the confederacy that disturbed his repose. for herself, she was wholly unconscious of offence, and upon every occasion quoted mr. falkland as the model of elegant manners and true wisdom. she was a total stranger to dissimulation; and she could not conceive that any one beheld the subject of her admiration with less partiality than herself. her artless love became more fervent than ever. she flattered herself that nothing less than a reciprocal passion could have prompted mr. falkland to the desperate attempt of saving her from the flames; and she trusted that this passion would speedily declare itself, as well as induce the object of her adoration to overlook her comparative unworthiness.

mr. tyrrel endeavoured at first with some moderation to check miss melville in her applauses, and to convince her by various tokens that the subject was disagreeable to him. he was accustomed to treat her with kindness. emily, on her part, was disposed to yield an unreluctant obedience, and therefore it was not difficult to restrain her. but upon the very next occasion her favourite topic would force its way to her lips. her obedience was the acquiescence of a frank and benevolent heart; but it was the most difficult thing in the world to inspire her with fear. conscious herself that she would not hurt a worm, she could not conceive that any one would harbour cruelty and rancour against her. her temper had preserved her from obstinate contention with the persons under whose protection she was placed; and, as her compliance was unhesitating, she had no experience of a severe and rigorous treatment. as mr. tyrrel’s objection to the very name of falkland became more palpable and uniform, miss melville increased in her precaution. she would stop herself in the half-pronounced sentences that were meant to his praise. this circumstance had necessarily an ungracious effect; it was a cutting satire upon the imbecility of her kinsman. upon these occasions she would sometimes venture upon a good-humoured expostulation:—“dear sir! well, i wonder how you can be so ill-natured! i am sure mr. falkland would do you any good office in the world:"— till she was checked by some gesture of impatience and fierceness.

at length she wholly conquered her heedlessness and inattention. but it was too late. mr. tyrrel already suspected the existence of that passion which she had thoughtlessly imbibed. his imagination, ingenious in torment, suggested to him all the different openings in conversation, in which she would have introduced the praise of mr. falkland, had she not been placed under this unnatural restraint. her present reserve upon the subject was even more insufferable than her former loquacity. all his kindness for this unhappy orphan gradually subsided. her partiality for the man who was the object of his unbounded abhorrence, appeared to him as the last persecution of a malicious destiny. he figured himself as about to be deserted by every creature in human form; all men, under the influence of a fatal enchantment, approving only what was sophisticated and artificial, and holding the rude and genuine offspring of nature in mortal antipathy. impressed with these gloomy presages, he saw miss melville with no sentiments but those of rancorous aversion; and, accustomed as he was to the uncontrolled indulgence of his propensities, he determined to wreak upon her a signal revenge.