Lady Audley's Secret opens with a
lengthy description of Audley Court. The house is 'very old, and very irregular and
rambling.' It used to be a convent: the house is 'a refectory that had been standing since the Conquest
[and] had contrived, in some eleven centuries, to run up such a mansion as was
not elsewhere to be met with throughout the county of Essex.' (Lady Audley is an Essex girl.) The house
is described in romantic and Gothic terms. It is not quite the Castle of
Udolpho, but nevertheless a place where we can expect to find dark secrets and
mysteries as common as fixtures and fittings. The 'still fish ponds' in the
moat and particularly the shaded lime tree walk that 'seemed a chosen place
for secret meetings or for stolen interviews' are drawn to our attention. At the end of
the lime walk 'half buried amongst the tangled branches and neglected weeds'
there is an old, rusted well. When 'a fierce and crimson
sunset' colours the old iron wheel and broken woodwork of the well 'as if they were
flecked with blood,' you can be pretty sure that something or more likely
someone will come to a nasty end here. To make sure that we get the message that
Audley Court is a setting ripe for evil deeds and misfortune, the
atmosphere is described as one of 'intense stillness' like 'a corpse must be
lying somewhere.' By now we are all straining our necks to spot that corpse,
and our bets are on the well. Or maybe the fish pond? Or is that a red herring? Although
the description of Audley Court is painted with heavy tints of melodrama, it
works. It has all the clues readers need to expect something exciting, possibly
gory, definitely sexy.
As soon as our imaginations are tickled with tension, the
narrative undercuts our expectations by showing us that extremely boring people
live in Audley Court. We see Sir Michael Audley 'with his pretty young wife
dawdling by his side' strolling along the romantic lime tree avenue, of which
the narrator says: 'I very much doubt if it was ever put to any romantic uses.'
Soon Sir Michael strolls back to the drawing room and falls asleep in his chair
while his wife plays melodies on the piano. We have an interesting picture of a
humdrum life being led in a very dramatic setting.
Sir Michael Audley is a long-term widow in his mid-fifties
with an 18-year-old, spoilt-rotten daughter Alicia. He falls in
love with a pretty little thing working locally as a governess. Enter Miss Lucy
Graham, our Lady Audley. She is 'the sweetest girl ever lived' that brings
light and happiness to the lives of all those she meets. She charms the socks
off everyone with her golden ringlets and blue eyes. She is clearly a woman with a
past, for the simple reason that nobody knows about her past, even her age is
not known. She arrived with one glowing reference. She carries a ring hanging
from a black ribbon around her neck under her clothes. Lady Audley's secret is clearly her mysterious past. We are still in
chapter one, and already we are picking up the first clues.
Lady Audley is not evil, but seemingly honest and open. When Sir
Michael proposes to her, they recognize the disparity in their wealth and
Lucy's lowly position as a governess. Sir Michael confesses his love, but Lucy
makes it clear she cannot return the same ardour. In this scene we see Sir
Michael trapped by the twin twines of his own desire for the woman and his
sense of propriety Once the offer of marriage has fallen out of his mouth,
there is no going back, even if Lucy explains that, quite frankly, she is
marrying him for his money and position. Sir Michael staggers away
heavy with unsatisfied longing and disappointment 'as if he carried a corpse in
his bosom.' This is clearly not a good start. The
Audleys do not stand a chance and we expect to see their marriage go up in a ball
of flames.
In chapter II we are transported to a completely different
place: the deck of The Argus sailing
to England on her voyage from Australia. On the deck stands a handsome
live-wire George Talboys. He is not very learned, or even very smart - he does
not play chess - but is otherwise described as a decent, young man. With
another governess, Miss Morley as a clumsy narrative device, we are told the story of Talboys: three and a half years earlier he abandoned his
wife and baby to go to Australia to make his fortune. He was
driven there by poverty and desire to provide for his family. Not once during
this time has it entered into his head, that his wife might not want him back, might not even be alive any more. See: he cannot be very smart. Only
when he is returning with his fortune made expecting a warm welcome, his
conversation with Miss Morley makes him see things differently and get
"that sick, sinking, dread at [his] heart.'
In chapter III we are back at Audley Court and get another
dose of heavy foreshadowing with a description of a crimson red sunset over the
fish pond, lime walk and the well. Lady Audley's maid Phoebe, who is another woman who
has been lifted above her station, from a house maid to lady's maid, has seen Lady Audley's rise to riches. She is jealous and longs for a similar
meteoric rise through the social ladder. The opportunity arises, possibly,
when she takes her 'clod-hopper' childhood sweetheart Luke to see Lady Audley's
chambers. Phoebe opens Lady Audley's jewellery chest to show the treasures to
Luke, he contemplates stealing a little something to finance a public house for
himself and Phoebe. She is horrified by the idea. But then they stumble upon a
secret compartment in the chest and discover a baby's shoe and a lock of hair.
Phoebe smiles slyly and pockets them. 'You shall have the public house, Luke'
she says.
Next we are in London with Robert Audley, Sir
Michael's lazy and amiable nephew who is making a career out of avoiding work as a barrister. He reads French novels and smokes a German pipe. That either makes him doubly romantic, both in the racy French and tragic young Werther (note his blue necktie) ways, or it makes him both romantic and rational. In any case, Robert is fashionable and has continental tastes. Alicia, Sir Michael's daughter, has written to him
about the news of her father's marriage. Her letter is scathing about her new
step-mother: Lady Audley is 'a wax-dollish young person, no older than Alicia
herself, with flaxen-ringlets and a perpetual giggle.' It is 'an angry, crossed
and re-crossed letter." It is clear that Alicia has no sympathy for
Lady Audley.
By the beginning of chapter IV, we can see the storm clouds
gathering over Audley Court. We have a marriage based on great inequality in terms of wealth, age and feelings. We have a first husband arriving back in the
country, because let us not kid ourselves: no reader would fail to think that
Talboys' sweet, little wife and sweet, little Lady Audley are the same person.
We have Phoebe contemplating a career as a blackmailer. There is a
baby somewhere: Talboys' child he abandoned with his wife. And finally we have a
furious step-daughter
Braddon writes with a lively but heavy pen. Her phrases and
language are colourful and flow well. She is an easy read. But she insults
the reader's intelligence and lacks subtlety. Someone will end up in the well
and Phoebe really is not a nice country lass. We are left in no doubt about what we should be thinking. The characters are stereotypical and not much lumbered with internal life. Structurally however, the start
of the novel is effective if a little contrived. We are given the setting and we are given the main
characters. We see small character sketches of Sir Michael, Lady Audley, George
Talboys, Phoebe and Robert Audley. Each character is distinct if not
deep. We can easily tell them apart.
Braddon quite economically sets up a complicated starting
position for the plot. Lady Audley is surrounded by threats
to her newly won social position and happy prosperity. We are put in a state
of anticipation - which bombshell will land on her first, and what will she do? The source of tension and suspense is not in
the reader's attempts to discover Lady Audley's secret, it is in finding if and
how Lady Audley will get away with it.
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