"For the two? O, plague take it!--only for the two?--And when will you get me the odd third?"
"O brother! O Lionel! what a question! Will you make me repent, instead of rejoice, in the pleasure I have to a.s.sist you?"
"Why, when he was about it, why could he not as well come down like a gentleman at once? I am sure I always behaved very handsomely to him."
"How do you mean?"
"Why, I never frightened him; never put him beside his poor wits, like t"other poor nuncle. I don"t remember I ever did him an ill turn in my life, except wanting Dr. Pothook, there, to flog him a little for not learning his book. It would have been a rare sight if he had!--Don"t you think so?"
"Rare, indeed, I hope!"
"Why, now, what could he have done, if the Doctor had really performed it? He could not in justice have found fault, when he put himself to school to him. But he"d have felt a little queer. Don"t you think he would?"
"You only want to make me laugh, to prevent my speaking to the purpose; but I am not disposed to laugh; and therefore--"
"O, if you are not disposed to laugh, you are no company for me. Give me my draft, therefore."
"If you will not hear, I hope, at least, Lionel, you will think; and that may be much more efficacious. Shall I put up the twenty? I really do not want it. And it is all, all, all I can ever procure you! Remember that!"
"What?--all?--this all?--what, not even the other little mean hundred?"
"No, my dear brother! I have promised my uncle no further application--"
"Why what a stingy, fusty old codger, to draw such a promise from you!"
"Hold, hold, Lionel! I cannot endure to hear you speak in such a manner of such an uncle! the best, the most benevolent, the most indulgent--"
"Lord, child, don"t be so precise and old maidish. Don"t you know it"s a relief to a man"s mind to swear, and say a few cutting things when he"s in a pa.s.sion? when all the time he would no more do harm to the people he swears at, than you would, that mince out all your words as if you were talking treason, and thought every man a spy that heard you.
Besides, how is a man the worse for a little friendly curse or two, provided he does not hear it? It"s a very innocent refreshment to a man"s mind, my dear; only you know nothing of the world."
Mrs. Arlbery now approaching, he hastily took the draft, and, after a little hesitation, the twenty pounds, telling her, if she would not ask for him, she must ask for herself, and that he felt no compunction, as he was certain she might draw upon her uncle for every guinea he was worth.
He then heartily embraced her; said she was the best girl in the world, when she did not mount the pulpit, and rode off.
Camilla felt no concern at the loss of her twenty pounds: lowered and unhappy, she was rather glad than sorry that her means for being abroad were diminished, and that to keep her own room would soon be most convenient.
The next day was fixed for the journey.
BOOK VI
CHAPTER I
_A Walk by Moonlight_
Mrs. Arlbery and Camilla set off in the coach of Mr. Dennel, widower of a deceased sister of the husband of Mrs. Arlbery, whom she was induced to admit of the party that he might aid in bearing the expenses, as she could not, from some family considerations, refuse taking her niece into her coterie. Sir Sedley Clarendel drove his own phaeton; but instead of joining them, according to the condition which occasioned the treaty, cantered away his ponies from the very first stage, and left word, where he changed horses, that he should proceed to the hotel upon the Pantiles.
Mrs. Arlbery was nearly provoked to return to the Grove. With Mr. Dennel she did not think it worth while to converse; her niece she regarded as almost an idiot; and Camilla was so spiritless, that, had not Sir Sedley acceded to her plan, this was the last period in which she would have chosen her for a companion.
They travelled very quietly to within a few miles of Tunbridge, when an accident happened to one of the wheels of the carriage, that the coachman said would take some hours to repair. They were drawn on, with difficulty, to a small inn upon the road, whence they were obliged to send a man and horse to Tunbridge for chaises.
As they were destined, now, to spend some time in this place, Mrs.
Arlbery retired to write letters, and Mr. Dennel to read newspapers; and, invited by a bright moon, Camilla and Miss Dennel wandered from a little garden to an adjoining meadow, which conducted them to a lane, rendered so beautiful by the strong ma.s.ses of shade with which the trees intercepted the resplendent whiteness of the moon, that they walked on, catching fresh openings with fresh pleasure, till the feet of Miss Dennel grew as weary with the length of the way, unbroken by any company, as the ears of Camilla with her incessant prattling, unaided by any idea. Miss Dennel proposed to sit down, and, while relieving herself by a fit of yawning and stretching, Camilla strolled a little further in search of a safe and dry spot.
Miss Dennel, following in a moment, on tiptoe, and trembling, whispered that she was sure she heard a voice. Camilla, with a smile, asked if only themselves were privileged to enjoy so sweet a night? "Hush!" cried she, "hush! I hear it again!" They listened; and, in a minute, a soft plaintive tone reached their ears, too distant to be articulate, but undoubtedly female.
"I dare say it"s a robber!" exclaimed Miss Dennel shaking; "If you don"t run back, I shall die!"
Camilla a.s.sured her, from the gentleness of the sound, she must be mistaken; and pressed her to advance a few steps further, in case it should be anybody ill.
"But you know," said Miss Dennel, speaking low, "people say that sometimes there are noises in the air, without its being anybody?
Suppose it should be that?"
Still, though almost imperceptibly, Camilla drew her on, till, again listening, they distinctly heard the words, "My lovely friend."
"La! how pretty!" said Miss Dennel; "let"s go a little nearer."
They advanced, and presently, again stopping heard, "Could pity pour balm into my woes, how sweetly would they be alleviated by your"s, my lovely friend?"
Miss Dennel now looked enchanted, and eagerly led the way herself.
In a few minutes, arriving at the end of the lane, which opened upon a wild and romantic common, they caught a glimpse of a figure in white.
Miss Dennel turned pale. "Dear!" cried she, in the lowest whisper, "what is it?"
"A lady," answered Camilla, equally cautious not to be heard, though totally without alarm.
"Are you sure of that?" said Miss Dennel, shrinking back, and pulling her companion to accompany her.
"Do you think it"s a ghost?" cried Camilla, unresisting the retreat, yet walking backwards to keep the form in sight.
"Fie! how can you talk so shocking? all in the dark so, except only for the moon?"
"Your"s, my lovely friend!" was now again p.r.o.nounced in the tenderest accent.
"She"s talking to herself!" exclaimed Miss Dennel; "Lord, how frightful!" and she clung close to Camilla, who, mounting a little hillock of stones, presently perceived that the lady was reading a letter.
Miss Dennel, tranquillised by hearing this, was again content to stop, when their ears were suddenly struck by a piercing shriek.
"O Lord! we shall be murdered!" cried she, screaming still louder herself.
They both ran back some paces down the lane, Camilla determining to send somebody from the inn to inquire what all this meant: but presently, through an opening in the common, they perceived the form in white darting forwards, with an air wild and terrified. Camilla stopt, struck with compa.s.sion and curiosity at once; Miss Dennel could not quit her, but after the first glance, hid her face, faintly articulating, "O, don"t let it see us! don"t let it see us! I am sure it"s nothing natural! I dare say it"s somebody walking!"