"Not what you would call serious, perhaps; but I "m very much in earnest, if that will do. That delightful Saxon habit of treating all trifles with solemnity I have no taste for. I"m aware it const.i.tutes that great idol of English veneration, Respectability; but we have not got that sort of thing here. Perhaps the climate is too moist for it."
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"I "m not a bit surprised that the Colonel fell in love with you,"
blurted he out, with a frank abruptness.
"And did he,--oh, really did he?"
"Is the news so very agreeable, then?"
"Of course it is. I "d give anything for such a conquest. There "s no glory in capturing one of those calf elephants who walk into the snare out of pure stupidity; but to catch an old experienced creature who has been hunted scores of times, and knows every scheme and artifice, every bait and every pitfall, there is a real triumph in that."
"Do I represent one of the calf elephants, then?"
"I cannot think so. I have seen no evidence of your capture--not to add, nor any presumption of my own--to engage in such a pursuit. My dear Mr.
Conyers," said she, seriously, "you have shown so much real kindness to the brother, you would not, I am certain, detract from it by one word which could offend the sister. We have been the best of friends up to this; let us part so."
The sudden a.s.sumption of gravity in this speech seemed to disconcert him so much that he made no answer, but strolled along at her side, thoughtful and silent.
"What are you thinking of?" said she, at last.
"I was just thinking," said he, "that by the time I have reached my quarters, and begin to con over what I have accomplished by this same visit of mine, I "ll be not a little puzzled to say what it is."
"Perhaps I can help you. First of all, tell me what was your object in coming."
"Chiefly to talk about Tom."
"Well, we have done so. We have discussed the matter, and are fully agreed it is better he should not go to India, but stay at home here and follow his profession, like his father."
"But have I said nothing about Hunter"s offer?"
"Not a word; what is it?"
"How stupid of me; what could I have been thinking of all this time?"
"Heaven knows; but what was the offer you allude to?"
"It was this: that if Tom would make haste and get his diploma or his license, or whatever it is, at once, and collect all sorts of testimonials as to his abilities and what not, that he"d take him out with him and get him an a.s.sistant-surgeoncy in a regiment, and in time, perhaps, a staff-appointment."
"I "m not very certain that Tom could obtain his diploma at once.
I "m quite sure he could n"t get any of those certificates you speak of. First of all, because he does not possess these same abilities you mention, nor, if he did, is there any to vouch for them. We are very humble people, Mr. Conyers, with a village for our world; and we contemplate a far-away country--India, for instance--pretty much as we should do Mars or the Pole-star."
"As to that, Bengal is more come-at-able than the Great Bear," said he, laughing.
"For you, perhaps, not for us. There is nothing more common in people"s mouths than go to New Zealand or Swan River, or some far-away island in the Pacific, and make your fortune!--just as if every new and barbarous land was a sort of Aladdin"s cave, where each might fill his pockets with gems and come out rich for life. But reflect a little. First, there is an outfit; next, there is a voyage; thirdly, there is need of a certain subsistence in the new country before plans can be matured to render it profitable. After all these come a host of requirements,--of courage, and energy, and patience, and ingenuity, and personal strength, and endurance, not to speak of the const.i.tution of a horse, and some have said, the heartlessness of an ogre. _My_ counsel to Tom would be, get the "Arabian Nights" out of your head, forget the great Caliph Conyers and all his promises, stay where you are, and be a village apothecary."
These words were uttered in a very quiet and matter-of-fact way, but they wounded Conyers more than the accents of pa.s.sion. He was angry at the cold realistic turn of a mind so devoid of all heroism; he was annoyed at the half-implied superiority a keener view of life than his own seemed to a.s.sert; and he was vexed at being treated as a well-meaning but very inconsiderate and inexperienced young gentleman.
"Am I to take this as a refusal," said he, stiffly; "am I to tell Colonel Hunter that your brother does not accept his offer?"
"If it depended on me,--yes; but it does not. I "ll write to-night and tell Tom the generous project that awaits him; he shall decide for himself."
"I know Hunter will be annoyed; he"ll think it was through some bungling mismanagement of mine his plan has failed; he "ll be certain to say, If it was I myself bad spoken toner--"
"Well, there"s no harm in letting him think so," said she, laughing.
"Tell him I think him charming, that I hope he "ll have a delightful voyage and a most prosperous career after it, that I intend to read the Indian columns in the newspaper from this day out, and will always picture him to my mind as seated in the grandest of howdabs on the very tallest of elephants, humming "Rule Britannia" up the slopes of the Himalaya, and as the penny-a-liners say, extending the blessings of the English rule in India." She gave her hand to him, made a little salutation,--half bow, half courtesy,--and, saying "Good-bye," turned back into the shrubbery and left him.
He hesitated,--almost turned to follow her; waited a second or two more, and then, with an impatient toss of his head, walked briskly to the river-side and jumped into his boat. It was a sulky face that he wore, and a sulky spirit was at work within him. There is no greater discontent than that of him who cannot define the chagrin that consumes him. In reality, he was angry with himself, but he turned the whole force of his displeasure upon her.
"I suppose she is clever. I "m no judge of that sort of thing; but, for my own part, I"d rather see her more womanly, more delicate. She has not a bit of heart, that"s quite clear; nor, with all her affectations, does she pretend it." These were his first meditations, and after them he lit a cigar and smoked it. The weed was a good one; the evening was beautifully calm and soft, and the river scenery looked its very best.
He tried to think of a dozen things: he imagined, for instance, what a picturesque thing a boat-race would be in such a spot; he fancied he saw a swift gig sweep round the point and head up the stream; he caught sight of a little open in the trees with a background of dark rock, and he thought what a place for a cottage. But whether it was the "match" or the "chalet" that occupied him, Polly Dill was a figure in the picture; and he muttered unconsciously, "How pretty she is, what a deal of expression those gray-blue eyes possess! She"s as active as a fawn, and to the full as graceful. Fancy her an Earl"s daughter; give her station and all the advantages station will bring with it,--what a girl it would be! Not that she"d ever have a heart; I"m certain of that. She"s as worldly--as worldly as--" The exact similitude did not occur; but he flung the end of his cigar into the river instead, and sat brooding mournfully for the rest of the way.
CHAPTER XXV. DUBLIN REVISITED
The first stage of the Barringtons" journey was Dublin. They alighted at Reynolds"s Hotel, in Old Dominick Street, the once favorite resort of country celebrities. The house, it is true, was there, but Reynolds had long left for a land where there is but one summons and one reckoning; even the old waiter, Foster, whom people believed immortal, was gone; and save some c.u.mbrous old pieces of furniture,--barbarous relics of bad taste in mahogany,--nothing recalled the past. The bar, where once on a time the "Beaux" and "Bloods" had gathered to exchange the smart things of the House or the hunting-field, was now a dingy little receptacle for umbrellas and overcoats, with a rickety case crammed full of unacknowledged and unclaimed letters, announcements of cattle fairs, and bills of houses to let. Decay and neglect were on everything, and the grim little waiter who ushered them upstairs seemed as much astonished at their coming as were they themselves with all they saw. It was not for some time, nor without searching inquiry, that Miss Dinah discovered that the tide of popular favor had long since retired from this quarter, and left it a mere barren strand, wreck-strewn and deserted. The house where formerly the great squire held his revels had now fallen to be the resort of the traveller by ca.n.a.l-boat, the cattle salesman, or the priest. While she by an ingenious cross-examination was eliciting these details, Barrington had taken a walk through the city to revisit old scenes and revive old memories. One needs not to be as old as Peter Barrington to have gone through this process and experienced all its pain. Unquestionably, every city of Europe has made within such a period as five-and-thirty or forty years immense strides of improvement.
Wider and finer streets, more commodious thoroughfares, better bridges, lighter areas, more brilliant shops, strike one on every hand; while the more permanent monuments of architecture are more cleanly, more orderly, and more cared for than of old. We see these things with astonishment and admiration at first, and then there comes a pang of painful regret,--not for the old dark alley and the crooked street, or the tumbling arch of long ago,--but for the time when they were there, for the time when they entered into our daily life, when with them were a.s.sociated friends long lost sight of, and scenes dimly fading away from memory. It is for our youth, for the glorious spring and elasticity of our once high-hearted spirit, of our lives so free of care, of our days undarkened by a serious sorrow,--it is for these we mourn, and to our eyes at such moments the s.p.a.cious street is but a desert, and the splendid monument but a whitened sepulchre!
"I don"t think I ever had a sadder walk in my life, Dinah," said Peter Barrington, with a weary sigh. ""Till I got into the courts of the College, I never chanced upon a spot that looked as I had left it.
There, indeed, was the quaint old square as of old, and the great bell--bless it for its kind voice!--was ringing out a solemn call to something, that shook the window-frames, and made the very air tremulous; and a pale-faced student or two hurried past, and those centurions in the helmets,--ancient porters or Senior Fellows,--I forget which,--stood in a little knot to stare at me. That, indeed, was like old times, Dinah, and my heart grew very full with the memory. After that I strolled down to the Four Courts. I knew you "d laugh, Dinah. I knew well you "d say, "Was there nothing going on in the King"s Bench or the Common Pleas?" Well, there was only a Revenue case, my dear, but it was interesting, very interesting; and there was my old friend Harry Bushe sitting as the Judge. He saw me, and sent round the tipstaff to have me come up and sit on the bench with him, and we had many a pleasant remembrance of old times--as the cross-examination went on--between us, and I promised to dine with him on Sat.u.r.day."
"And on Sat.u.r.day we will dine at Antwerp, brother, if I know anything of myself."
"Sure enough, sister, I forgot all about it Well, well, where could my head have been?"
"Pretty much where you have worn it of late years, Peter Barrington. And what of Withering? Did you see him?"
"No, Dinah, he was attending a Privy Council; but I got his address, and I mean to go over to see him after dinner."
"Please to bear in mind that you are not to form any engagements, Peter,--we leave this to-morrow evening by the packet,--if it was the Viceroy himself that wanted your company."
"Of course, dear, I never thought of such a thing. It was only when Harry said, "You "ll be glad to meet Casey and Burrowes, and a few others of the old set," I clean forgot everything of the present, and only lived in the long-past time, when life really was a very jolly thing."
"How did you find your friend looking?"
"Old, Dinah, very old! That vile wig has, perhaps, something to say to it; and being a judge, too, gives a sternness to the mouth and a haughty imperiousness to the brow. It spoils Harry; utterly spoils that laughing blue eye, and that fine rich humor that used to play about his lips."
"Which _did_, you ought to say,--which did some forty years ago. What are you laughing at, Peter? What is it amuses you so highly?"
"It was a charge of O"Grady"s, that Harry told me,--a charge to one of those petty juries that, he says, never will go right, do what you may.
The case was a young student of Trinity, tried for a theft, and whose defence was only by witnesses to character, and O"Grady said, "Gentlemen of the jury, the issue before you is easy enough. This is a young gentleman of pleasing manners and the very best connections, who stole a pair of silk stockings, and you will find accordingly." And what d"ye think, Dinah? They acquitted him, just out of compliment to the Bench."
"I declare, brother Peter, such a story inspires any other sentiment than mirth to me."
"I laughed at it till my sides ached," said he, wiping his eyes. "I took a peep into the Chancery Court and saw O"Connell, who has plenty of business, they tell me. He was in some altercation with the Court. Lord Manners was scowling at him, as if he hated him. I hear that no day pa.s.ses without some angry pa.s.sage between them."
"And is it of these jangling, quarrelsome, irritable, and insolent men your ideal of agreeable society is made up, brother Peter?"