We have described the play before, and how those who saw Miss Fotheringay perform in Ophelia saw precisely the same thing on one night as on another. Both the elderly gentlemen looked at her with extraordinary interest, thinking how very much young Pen was charmed with her.
"Gad," said the major, between his teeth, as he surveyed her, when she was called forward as usual, and swept her courtesies to the scanty audience, "the young rascal has not made a bad choice."
The doctor applauded her loudly and loyally. "Upon my word," said he, "she is a very clever actress; and I must say, major, she is endowed with very considerable personal attractions."
"So that young officer thinks in the stage-box," Major Pendennis answered, and he pointed out to Doctor Portman"s attention the young dragoon of the George Coffee-room, who sat in the box in question, and applauded with immense enthusiasm. She looked extremely sweet upon him too, thought the major: but that"s their way--and he shut up his natty opera-gla.s.s and pocketed it, as if he wished to see no more that night.
Nor did the doctor, of course, propose to stay for the after-piece, so they rose and left the theater; the doctor returning to Mrs. Portman, who was on a visit at the Deanery, and the major walking home full of thought toward the George, where he had bespoken a bed.
CHAPTER X.
FACING THE ENEMY.
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Sauntering slowly homeward Major Pendennis reached the George presently, and found Mr. Morgan his faithful valet, awaiting him at the door of the George Inn, who stopped his master as he was about to take a candle to go to bed, and said, with his usual air of knowing deference, "I think, sir, if you would go into the coffee-room, there"s a young gentleman there as you would like to see."
"What, is Mr. Arthur here?" the major said, in great anger.
"No, sir--but his great friend, Mr. Foker, sir. Lady Hagnes Foker"s son is here, sir. He"s been asleep in the coffee-room since he took his dinner, and has just rung for his coffee, sir. And I think, p"raps, you might like to git into conversation with him," the valet said, opening the coffee-room door.
The major entered; and there indeed was Mr. Foker, the only occupant of the place. He was rubbing his eyes, and sate before a table decorated with empty decanters and relics of dessert. He had intended to go to the play too, but sleep had overtaken him after a copious meal, and he had flung up his legs on the bench, and indulged in a nap instead of the dramatic amus.e.m.e.nt. The major was meditating how to address the young man, but the latter prevented him that trouble.
"Like to look at the evening paper, sir?" said Mr. Foker, who was always communicative and affable; and he took up the _Globe_ from his table, and offered it to the new comer.
"I am very much obliged to you," said the major, with a grateful bow and smile. "If I don"t mistake the family likeness, I have the pleasure of speaking to Mr. Henry Foker, Lady Agnes Foker"s son. I have the happiness to name her ladyship among my acquaintances--and you bear, sir, a Rosherville face."
"Hullo! I beg your pardon," Mr. Foker said, "I took you"--he was going to say--"I took you for a commercial gent." But he stopped that phrase.
"To whom have I the pleasure of speaking?" he added.
"To a relative of a friend and schoolfellow of yours--Arthur Pendennis, my nephew, who has often spoken to me about you in terms of great regard. I am Major Pendennis, of whom you may have heard him speak. May I take my soda-water at your table? I have had the pleasure of sitting at your grandfather"s."
"Sir, you do me proud," said Mr. Foker, with much courtesy. "And so you are Arthur Pendennis"s uncle, are you?"
"And guardian," added the major.
"He"s as good a fellow as ever stepped, sir," said Mr. Foker.
"I am glad you think so."
"And clever, too--I was always a stupid chap, I was--but you see, sir, I know "em when they are clever, and like "em of that sort.
"You show your taste and your modesty, too," said the major. "I have heard Arthur repeatedly speak of you, and he said your talents were very good."
"I"m not good at the books," Mr. Foker said, wagging his head--"never could manage that--Pendennis could--he used to do half the chaps"
verses--and yet"--the young gentleman broke out--"you are his guardian; and I hope you will pardon me for saying that I think he is what _we_ call a flat," the candid young gentleman said.
The major found himself on the instant in the midst of a most interesting and confidential conversation. "And how is Arthur a flat?"
he asked, with a smile.
"You know," Foker answered, winking at him--he would have winked at the Duke of Wellington with just as little scruple, for he was in that state of absence, candor, and fearlessness, which a man sometimes possesses after drinking a couple of bottles of wine--"You know Arthur"s a flat--about women I mean."
"He is not the first of us, my dear Mr. Harry," answered the major.
"I have heard something of this--but pray tell me more.""
"Why, sir, see--it"s partly my fault. He went to the play one night--for you see I"m down here readin" for my little-go during the Long, only I come over from Baymouth pretty often in my drag--well, sir, we went to the play, and Pen was struck all of a heap with Miss Fotheringay--Costigan her real name is--an uncommon fine gal she is too; and the next morning I introduced him to the general, as we call her father--a regular old scamp--and _such_ a boy for the whisky-and-water!--and he"s gone on being intimate there. And he"s fallen in love with her--and I"m blessed if he hasn"t proposed to her," Foker said, slapping his hand on the table, until all the dessert began to jingle.
"What! you know it too?" asked the major.
"Know it! don"t I? and many more too. We were talking about it at mess, yesterday, and chaffing Derby Oaks--until he was as mad as a hatter.
Know Sir Derby Oaks? We dined together, and he went to the play; we were standing at the door smoking, I remember, when you pa.s.sed in to dinner."
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"I remember Sir Thomas Oaks, his father, before he was a baronet or a knight; he lived in Cavendish-square, and was Physician to Queen Charlotte."
"The young one is making the money spin, I can tell you," Mr. Foker said.
"And is Sir Derby Oaks," the major said, with great delight and anxiety, "another _soupirant_?"
"Another _what_?" inquired Mr. Foker.
"Another admirer of Miss Fotheringay?"
"Lord bless you! we call him, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and Pen, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Sat.u.r.days. But, mind you, nothing wrong! No, no! Miss F. is a deal too wide awake for that, Major Pendennis. She plays one off against the other. What you call two strings to her bow."
"I think you seem tolerably wide awake, too, Mr. Foker," Pendennis said, laughing.
"Pretty well thank you, sir--how are you?" Foker replied, imperturbably.
"I"m not clever, p"raps: but I _am_ rather downy; and partial friends say I know what"s o"clock tolerably well. Can I tell you the time of day in any way?"
"Upon my word," the major answered, quite delighted, "I think you may be of very great service to me. You are a young man of the world, and with such one likes to deal. And as such I need not inform you that our family is by no means delighted at this absurd intrigue in which Arthur is engaged."
"I should rather think not," said Mr. Foker. "Connection not eligible.
Too much beer drunk on the premises. No Irish need apply. That I take to be your meaning."
The major said it was, exactly; though in truth he did not quite understand what Mr. Foker"s meaning was: and he proceeded to examine his new acquaintance regarding the amiable family into which his nephew proposed to enter, and soon got from the candid witness a number of particulars regarding the house of Costigan.
We must do Mr. Foker the justice to say that he spoke most favorably of Mr. and Miss Costigan"s moral character. "You see," said he, "I think the general is fond of the jovial bowl, and if I wanted to be very certain of my money, it isn"t in his pocket I"d invest it--but he has always kept a watchful eye on his daughter, and neither he nor she will stand any thing but what"s honorable. Pen"s attentions to her are talked about in the whole Company, and I hear all about them from a young lady who used to be very intimate with her, and with whose family I sometimes take tea in a friendly way. Miss Rouncy says, Sir Derby Oaks has been hanging about Miss Fotheringay ever since his regiment has been down here; but Pen has come in and cut him out lately, which has made the baronet so mad, that he has been very near on the point of proposing too. Wish he would; and you"d see which of the two Miss Fotheringay would jump at."
"I thought as much," the major said. "You give me a great deal of pleasure, Mr. Foker. I wish I could have seen you before."
"Didn"t like to put in my oar," replied the other. "Don"t speak till I"m asked, when, if there"s no objections, I speak pretty freely. Heard your man had been hankering about my servant--didn"t know myself what was going on until Miss Fotheringay and Miss Rouncy had the row about the ostrich feathers, when Miss R. told me every thing."
"Miss Rouncy, I gather, was the confidante of the other."