34. Tenant Of Wildfell Hall - Stephanie Poppins

Contrary to early 19th-century norms, she pursues an artist's career and earns an income by selling her pictures. Her strict seclusion soon leads to gossip in the neighbouring village, and she becomes a social outcast. Refusing to believe anything scandalous about her, Gilbert befriends her and discovers her past.

In this episode, Helen confronts Lady Lowborough with the truth and orders her from the house.

Transcript

Hello.

Welcome to Sleep Stories with Steph,

A romantic bedtime podcast guaranteed to help you drift off into a calm,

Relaxing sleep.

Come with me as we travel back to a time long ago,

Where Helen Huntington is sacrificing everything she knows in order to protect her son.

The Tenant of Wildfelm Hall by Anne Bronte Read and abridged by Stephanie Poppins Chapter 34 Concealment Breakfast passed well over,

I was calm and cool throughout.

I answered composedly all enquiries respecting my health,

And whatever was unusual in my look or manner was generally attributed to the trifling indisposition that had occasioned my early retirement last night.

But how am I to get over the ten or twelve days that must yet elapse before they go?

Yet why so long for their departure?

When they are gone,

How shall I get through the months or years of my future life,

In company with that man,

My greatest enemy,

For none could injure me as he has done?

Oh,

When I think how fondly,

How foolishly I have loved him,

How madly I have trusted him,

How constantly I have laboured and studied and prayed and struggled for his advantage,

And how cruelly he has trampled on my love,

Betrayed my trust,

Scorned my prayers and tears and efforts for his preservation,

Crushed my hopes,

Destroyed my youth's best feelings,

And doomed me to a life of hopeless misery,

As far as man can do it.

It is not enough to say I no longer love my husband.

I hate him.

The word stares me in the face like a guilty confession,

But it is true.

I hate him.

God have mercy on his miserable soul,

And make him see and feel his guilt.

I ask no other vengeance.

If he could but fully know and truly feel my wrongs,

I should be well avenged,

And I could freely pardon all.

But he is so lost,

So hardened in his heartless depravity,

That in this life I believe he never will.

But it is useless dwelling on this theme.

Let me seek once more to dissipate reflection in the minor details of passing events.

Mr.

Hargrave has annoyed me all day long with his serious sympathising,

And,

As he thinks,

Unobtrusive politeness.

If it were more obtrusive,

It would trouble me less,

For then I could snub him.

But as it is,

He contrives to appear so really kind and thoughtful,

I cannot do so without rudeness and seeming ingratitude.

I sometimes think I ought to give him credit for the good feeling he simulates so well.

And then again I think it is my duty to suspect him under the peculiar circumstances in which I am placed.

His kindness may not all be feigned,

But still let not the purest impulse of gratitude to him induce me to forget myself.

Let me remember the game of chess,

The expressions he used on the occasion,

And those indescribable looks of his that so justly rouse my indignation,

And I think I shall be safe enough.

I have done well to record them so minutely.

I think he wishes to find an opportunity of speaking to me alone.

He has seemed to be on the watch all day.

But as I have taken care to disappoint him,

Not that I fear anything he could say,

I have trouble enough without the addition of his insulting consolations,

Condolences,

Or whatever else he might attempt,

And for Millicent's sake I do not wish to quarrel with him.

He excused himself from going out to shoot with the other gentleman in the morning under the pretext of having letters to write,

And instead of retiring for that purpose into the library,

He sent for his desk into the morning room,

Where I was seated with Millicent and Lady Lobra.

They had betaken themselves to their work.

I,

Less to divert my mind than to deprecate conversation,

Had provided myself with a book.

Millicent saw I wished to be quiet,

And accordingly let me alone.

Annabelle in that doubtless saw it too,

But that was no reason why she should restrain her tongue or curb her cheerful spirits.

She accordingly chatted away,

Addressing herself most exclusively to me,

And with the utmost assurance and familiarity,

Growing the more animated and friendly,

The colder and briefer my answers became.

Mr.

Hargreaves saw I could ill-endure it,

And looking up from his desk,

He answered her questions and observations for me,

As far as he could,

And attempted to transfer her social attentions from me to himself,

But it would not do.

Perhaps she thought I had a headache and could not bear it at all.

At any rate,

She saw her loquacious vivacity annoyed me,

As I could tell by the malicious personacity with which she persisted.

But I checked it effectually by putting into her hand the book I had been trying to read,

On the fly-lift of which I had hastily scribbled.

I am too well acquainted with your character and conduct to feel any real friendship for you,

And as I am without your talent for dissimulation,

I cannot assume the appearance of it.

I must therefore beg that hereafter all familiar intercourse may cease between us,

And if I still continue to treat you with civility,

As if you were a woman worthy of consideration and respect,

Understand it is out of regard for your cousin Millicent's feelings,

Not for yours.

' Upon perusing this,

Lady Loeb returned scarlet and bit her lip.

Covertly tearing away the leaf,

She crumpled it up and put it into the fire,

And then employed herself in turning over the pages of the book,

And really or apparently perusing its contents.

In a little while,

Millicent announced it her intention to repair to the nursery,

And asked if I would accompany her.

"'Annabella will excuse us,

' said she.

She is busy reading.

' "'No,

I won't,

' cried Annabella,

Suddenly looking up and throwing her book on the table.

I want to speak to Helen a minute.

You may go,

Millicent,

And she will follow in a while.

' Millicent went.

"'Will you oblige me,

Helen?

' continued she.

Her impudence astounded me,

But I complied and followed her into the library.

She closed the door and walked up to the fire.

"'Who told you this?

' said she.

"'No one.

I am not incapable of seeing it for myself.

' "'Ah,

You are suspicious!

' cried she,

Smiling with a gleam of hope.

Hitherto there had been a kind of desperation in her hardihood.

Now she was evidently relieved.

"'If I were suspicious,

' I replied,

''I should have discovered your infamy long before.

' "'No,

Lady Lobra,

I do not found my charge upon suspicion.

' "'On what do you found it,

Then?

' said she,

Throwing herself into an armchair,

And stretching out her feet to the fender with an obvious effort to appear composed.

"'I enjoy a moonlight ramble as well as you,

' I answered,

Steadily fixing my eyes upon her.

"'And the shrubbery happens to be one of my favourite resorts.

' She coloured again excessively and remained silent,

Pressing her finger against her teeth and gazing into the fire.

"'I watched her a few moments with a feeling of malevolent gratification.

Then,

Moving towards the door,

I calmly asked if she had anything more to say.

"'Yes,

Yes,

' cried she,

Eagerly starting up from her reclining posture,

"'I want to know if you will tell Lord Lobra.

' "'Suppose I do.

Well,

If you are disposed to publish the matter,

I cannot dissuade you.

"'Of course.

But there will be terrible work if you do,

And if you don't,

I shall think you the most generous of mortal beings,

And there is anything in the world I can do for you,

Anything short of.

.

.

' She hesitated.

"'Short of renouncing your guilty connection with my husband,

I suppose you mean?

' said I.

She paused in evident disconcertion and perplexity,

Mingled with anger that she dared not show.

"'I cannot renounce what is dearer than life,

' she muttered in a low,

Hurried tone.

Then,

Suddenly raising her head and fixing her gleaming eyes upon me,

She considered earnestly,

"'But Helen,

Or Mrs Huntington,

Or whatever you would have me call you,

Will you tell him?

If you are generous,

Here is a fitting opportunity for the exercise of your magnanimity.

If you are proud,

Here I am,

Your rival,

Ready to acknowledge myself your debtor for an act of the most noble forbearance.

' I shall not tell him.

"'You will not?

' cried she delightedly.

"'Accept my sincere thanks,

Then.

' She sprang up and offered me her hand.

I drew back.

"'Give me no thanks.

It is not for your sake I refrain.

Neither is it an act of forbearance.

I have no wish to publish your shame.

I should be sorry to distress your husband with the knowledge of it.

And Millicent,

Will you tell her?

' "'No.

On the contrary,

I shall do my utmost to conceal it from her.

I would not for much that she should know the infamy and disgrace of her relation.

' "'You use hard words,

Mrs Huntington,

But I can pardon you.

' "'And now,

Lady Lobra,

' continued I,

"'let me counsel you to leave this house as soon as possible.

You must be aware your continuance here is excessively disagreeable to me.

' "'Not for Mr Huntington's sake,

' said I,

Observing the dawn of a malicious smile of triumph on her face.

"'You are welcome to him,

If you like him,

As far as I am concerned.

But because it is painful to always be disguising my true sentiments respecting you,

And straining to keep up an appearance of civility and respect towards one for whom I have not the most distant shadow of esteem,

And because if you stay your conduct cannot possibly remain concealed much longer from the only two persons in the house who do not know it already.

"'For your husband's sake,

Annabella,

And even for your own,

I wish—I earnestly advise and entreat you—to break off this unlawful connection at once,

And return to your duty while you may,

Before the dreadful consequences.

' "'Yes,

Yes,

Of course,

' said she,

Interrupting me with a gesture of impatience,

"'but I cannot go on,

Helen,

Before the time appointed for our departure.

What possible pretext could I frame for such a thing?

Whether I propose going back alone,

Which Lobra would not hear of,

Or taking him with me,

The very circumstance itself would be certain to excite suspicion.

When our visit is so nearly at an end,

Too—little more than a week—surely you can endure my presence so long.

I will not annoy you with any more of my friendly impertinences.

' "'Well,

I have nothing more to say to you.

' "'Have you mentioned this affair to Huntington?

' asked she,

As I was leaving the room.

"'How dare you mention his name to me?

' was the only answer I gave.

No words have passed between us since,

But such as outward decency,

Or pure necessity,

Demanded.

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Wow, Helen is strong— hope she escapes him soon! Thank you 🙏🏼❤️