Doubtless she saw, and prepared for it, that after a certain point
should be reached the very similarity of their designs must cause a
rupture between her and Caley; neither could expect the other to endure
such a rival near her hidden throne of influence; for the aim of both
was power in a great family, with consequent money, and consideration,
and midnight councils, and the wielding of all the weapons of hint
and threat and insinuation. There was one difference, indeed, that
in Caley’s eye money was the chief thing, while power itself was the
Swedenborgian hell of the midwife’s bliss.
CHAPTER XXXVII.
AN INNOCENT PLOT.
Florimel and Lady Clementina Thornicroft, the same who in the park
rebuked Malcolm for his treatment of Kelpie, had met several times
during the spring, and had been mutually attracted--Florimel as to a
nature larger, more developed, more self-supporting than her own, and
Lady Clementina as to one who, it was plain, stood in sore need of what
countenance and encouragement to good and free action the friendship
of one more experienced might afford her. Lady Clementina was but a
few years older than Florimel, it is true, but had shown a courage
which had already wrought her an unquestionable influence, and that
chiefly with the best. The root of this courage was compassion. Her
rare humanity of heart would, at the slightest appearance of injustice,
drive her like an angel with a flaming sword against customs regarded,
consciously or unconsciously, as the very buttresses of social
distinction. Anything but a wise woman, she had yet so much in her of
what is essential to all wisdom-- love to her kind--that, if as yet she
had done little but blunder, she had at least blundered beautifully. On
every society that had for its declared end the setting right of wrong
or the alleviation of misery, she lavished, and mostly wasted, her
money. Every misery took to her the shape of a wrong. Hence to every
mendicant that could trump up a plausible story, she offered herself a
willing prey. Even when the barest-faced imposition was brought home to
one of the race parasitical, her first care was to find all possible
excuse for his conduct: it was matter of pleasure to her friends when
she stopped there, and made no attempt at absolute justification.
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