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Great as all these advantages were, they were aided, and not
inconsiderably, by other and adventitious ones. She was reputed to
be a great heiress. How and when and why this credit attached to
her, it were hard to say; assuredly she had never given it any
impulse. She spoke, indeed, constantly of her father—her only living
relation—as of one who never grudged her any indulgence, and she
showed her schoolfellows the handsome presents which from time
to time he sent her; these in their costliness—so unlike the gifts
common to her age—may possibly have assisted the belief in her
great wealth. But however founded, the impression prevailed that
she was to be the possessor of millions, and in the course of destiny,
to be what her companions called her in jest—a Princess.
Nor did the designation seem ill applied. Of all the traits her
nature exhibited, none seemed so conspicuous as that of “birth.” The
admixture of timidity and haughtiness, that blended gentleness with
an air of command, a certain instinctive acceptance of whatever
deference was shown her as a matter of right and due, all spoke of
“blood;” and her walk, her voice, her slightest gesture, were in
keeping with this impression. Even they who liked her least, and
were most jealous of her fascination, never called her Princess in
any mockery. No, strange enough, the title was employed with all
the significance of respect, and as such did she receive it.
If it were not that, in her capricious moods, Nature has moulded
stranger counterfeits than this, we might incur some risk of
incredulity from our reader when we say that the Princess was no
other than Grog Davis's daughter!
Davis had been a man of stratagems from his very beginning in
life. All his gains had been acquired by dexterity and trick. Whatever
he had accomplished was won as at a game where some other paid
the loss. His mind, consequently, fashioned itself to the condition in
which he lived, and sharpness and shrewdness and over-reaching
seemed to him not alone the only elements of success, but the only
qualities worth honoring. He had seen honesty and imbecility so
often in company that he thought them convertible terms; and yet
this man—“leg,” outcast, knave that he was—rose above all the
realities of a life of roguery in one aspiration,—to educate his child in
purity, to screen her from the contamination of his own set, to bring
her up amongst all the refining influences of care and culture, and
make her, as he said to himself, “the equal of the best lady in the
land!” To place her amongst the well-born and wealthy, to have her
where her origin could not be traced, where no clew would connect
her with himself, had cost him a greater exercise of ingenuity than
the deepest scheme he had ever plotted on the turf. That exchange
of references on which Madame Godarde's exclusiveness so
peremptorily insisted was only to be met at heavy cost. The
distinguished baronet who stood sponsor to Grog Davis's
respectability received cash for the least promising of promissory
notes in return, and the lady who waited on Madame Godarde in her
brougham “to make acquaintance with the person who was to have
charge of her young relative,” was the distracted mother of a foolish
young man who had given bills to Davis for several thousands, and
who by this special mission obtained possession of the documents.
In addition to these direct, there were many other indirect sacrifices.
Grog was obliged for a season to forego all the habits and profits of
his daily life, to live in a sort of respectable seclusion, his servants in
mourning, and himself in the deepest sable for the loss of a wife
who had died twelve years before. In fact, he had to take out a
species of moral naturalization, the details of which seemed
interminable, and served to convince him that respectability was not
the easy, indolent thing he had hitherto imagined it.
If Davis had been called on to furnish a debtor and creditor
account of the transaction, the sum spent in the accomplishment of
this feat would have astonished his assignee. As he said himself,
“Fifteen hundred would n't see him through it.” It is but fair to say
that the amount so represented comprised the very worst of bad
debts, but Grog cared little for that; his theory was that there was
n't the difference between a guinea and a pound in the best bill from
Baring's and the worst paper in Holywell Street. “You can always get
either your money or your money's worth,” said he, “and very
frequently the last is the better of the two.”
If it was a proud day for the father as he consigned his daughter
to Madame Godarde's care, it was no less a happy one for Lizzy
Davis, as she found herself in the midst of companions of her own
age, and surrounded with all the occupations and appliances of a life
of elegance. Brought up from infancy in a small school in a retired
part of Cornwall, she had only known her father during the two or
three off months of that probationary course of respectability we