As she was situated at present, she could think only of Mr Belfield to whom she could apply for any advice. Nor even to him was the application unexceptionable, the calumnies of Mr Delvile senior making it disagreeable to her even to see him. But he was at once a man of the world and a man of honour; he was the friend of Mortimer, whose confidence in him was great, and his own behaviour had uniformly shewn a respect far removed from impertinence or vanity, and a mind superior to being led to them by the influence of his gross mother. She had, indeed, when she last quitted his house, determined never to re-enter it; but determinations hasty or violent, are rarely observed, because rarely practicable; she had promised Henrietta to inform Mrs Belfield whither she was gone, and reconcile her to the absence she still hoped to make from home. She concluded, therefore, to go to Portland-street without delay, and enquire openly and at once whether, and when, she might speak with Mr Belfield; resolving, if tormented again by any forward insinuations, to rectify all mistakes by acknowledging her marriage.
She gave directions accordingly to the post-boy and Ralph.
With respect to her own lodgings while in town, as money was no longer unimportant to her, she meant from the Belfields to go to the Hills, by whom she might be recommended to some reputable and cheap place. To the Belfields, however, though very late when she arrived in town, she went first, unwilling to lose a moment in promoting her scheme of going abroad.
She left her maid in the chaise, and sent Ralph on to Mrs Hill, with directions to endeavour immediately to procure her a lodging.
CHAPTER vi.
A PRATING.
Cecilia was shewn into a parlour, where Mrs Belfield was very earnestly discoursing with Mr Hobson and Mr Simkins; and Belfield himself, to her great satisfaction, was already there, and reading.
"Lack a-day!" cried Mrs Belfield, "if one does not always see the people one"s talking of! Why it was but this morning, madam, I was saying to Mr Hobson, I wonder, says I, a young lady of such fortunes as Miss Beverley should mope herself up so in the country! Don"t you remember it, Mr Hobson?"
"Yes, madam," answered Mr Hobson, "but I think, for my part, the young lady"s quite in the right to do as she"s a mind; for that"s what I call living agreeable: and if I was a young lady to-morrow, with such fine fortunes, and that, it"s just what I should do myself: for what I say is this: where"s the joy of having a little money, and being a little matter above the world, if one has not one"s own will?"
"Ma"am," said Mr Simkins, who had scarce yet raised his head from the profoundness of his bow upon Cecilia"s entrance into the room, "if I may be so free, may I make bold just for to offer you this chair?"
"I called, madam," said Cecilia, seizing the first moment in her power to speak, "in order to acquaint you that your daughter, who is perfectly well, has made a little change in her situation, which she was anxious you should hear from myself."
"Ha! ha! stolen a match upon you, I warrant!" cried the facetious Mr Hobson; "a good example for you, young lady; and if you take my advice, you won"t be long before you follow it; for as to a lady, let her be worth never so much, she"s a mere n.o.body, as one may say, till she can get herself a husband, being she knows nothing of business, and is made to pay for every thing through the nose."
"Fie, Mr Hobson, fie!" said Mr Simkins, "to talk so slighting of the ladies before their faces! what one says in a corner, is quite of another nature; but for to talk so rude in their company,--I thought you would scorn to do such a thing."
"Sir, I don"t want to be rude no more than yourself," said Mr Hobson, "for what I say is, rudeness is a thing that makes n.o.body agreeable; but I don"t see because of that, why a man is not to speak his mind to a lady as well as to a gentleman, provided he does it in a complaisant fashion."
"Mr Hobson," cried Mrs Belfield, very impatiently, "you might as well let _me_ speak, when the matter is all about my own daughter."
"I ask pardon, ma"am," said he, "I did not mean to stop you; for as to not letting a lady speak, one might as well tell a man in business not to look at the Daily Advertiser; why, it"s morally impossible!"
"But sure, madam," cried Mrs Belfield, "it"s no such thing? You can"t have got her off already?"
"I would I had!" thought Cecilia; who then explained her meaning; but in talking of Mrs Harrel, avoided all mention of Mr Arnott, well foreseeing that to hear such a man existed, and was in the same house with her daughter, would be sufficient authority to her sanguine expectations, for depending upon a union between them, and reporting it among her friends, his circ.u.mstance being made clear, Cecilia added, "I could by no means have consented voluntarily to parting so soon with Miss Belfield, but that my own affairs call me at present out of the kingdom." And then, addressing herself to Belfield, she enquired if he could recommend to her a trusty foreign servant, who would be hired only for the time she was to spend abroad?
While Belfield was endeavouring to recollect some such person, Mr Hobson eagerly called out "As to going abroad, madam, to be sure you"re to do as you like, for that, as I say, is the soul of every thing; but else I can"t say it"s a thing I much approve; for my notion is this: here"s a fine fortune, got as a man may say, out of the bowels of one"s mother country, and this fine fortune, in default of male issue, is obliged to come to a female, the law making no proviso to the contrary. Well, this female, going into a strange country, naturally takes with her this fortune, by reason it"s the main article she has to depend upon; what"s the upshot? why she gets pilfered by a set of sharpers that never saw England in their lives, and that never lose sight of her till she has not a sous in the world. But the hardship of the thing is this: when it"s all gone, the lady can come back, but will the money come back?--No, you"ll never see it again: now this is what I call being no true patriot."
"I am quite ashamed for to hear you talk so, Mr Hobson!" cried Mr Simkins, affecting to whisper; "to go for to take a person to task at this rate, is behaving quite unbearable; it"s enough to make the young lady afraid to speak before you."
"Why, Mr Simkins," answered Mr Hobson, "truth is truth, whether one speaks it or not; and that, ma"am, I dare say, a young lady of your good sense knows as well as myself."
"I think, madam," said Belfield, who waited their silence with great impatience, "that I know just such a man as you will require, and one upon whose honesty I believe you may rely."
"That"s more," said Mr Hobson, "than I would take upon me to say for any _Englishman_! where you may meet with such a _Frenchman_, I won"t be bold to say."
"Why indeed," said Mr Simkins, "if I might take the liberty for to put in, though I don"t mean in no shape to go to contradicting the young gentleman, but if I was to make bold to speak my private opinion upon the head, I should be inclinable for to say, that as to putting a dependance upon the French, it"s a thing quite dubious how it may turn out."
"I take it as a great favour, ma"am," said Mrs Belfield, "that you have been so complaisant as to make me this visit to-night, for I was almost afraid you would not have done me the favour any more; for, to be sure, when you was here last, things went a little unlucky: but I had no notion, for my part, who the old gentleman was till after he was gone, when Mr Hobson told me it was old Mr Delvile: though, sure enough, I thought it rather upon the extraordinary order, that he should come here into my parlour, and make such a secret of his name, on purpose to ask me questions about my own son."
"Why I think, indeed, if I may be so free," said Mr Simkins, "it was rather petickeler of the gentleman; for, to be sure, if he was so over curious to hear about your private concerns, the genteel thing, if I may take the liberty for to differ, would have been for him to say, ma"am, says he, I"m come to ask the favour of you just to let me a little into your son"s goings on; and any thing, ma"am, you should take a fancy for to ask me upon the return, why I shall be very compliable, ma"am, says he, to giving of you satisfaction."
"I dare say," answered Mrs Belfield, "he would not have said so much if you"d have gone down on your knees to ask him. Why he was upon the very point of being quite in a pa.s.sion because I only asked him his name!
though what harm that could do him, I"m sure I never could guess.
However, as he was so mighty inquisitive about my son, if I had but known who he was in time, I should have made no scruple in the world to ask him if he could not have spoke a few words for him to some of those great people that could have done him some good. But the thing that I believe put him so out of humour, was my being so unlucky as to say, before ever I knew who he was, that I had heard he was not over and above good-natured; for I saw he did not seem much to like it at the time."
"If he had done the generous thing," said Mr Simkins, "it would have been for him to have made the proffer of his services of his own free-will; and it"s rather surpriseable to me he should never have thought of it; for what could be so natural as for him to say, I see, ma"am, says he, you"ve got a very likely young gentleman here, that"s a little out of cash, says he, so I suppose, ma"am, says he, a place, or a pension, or something in that shape of life, would be no bad compliment, says he."
"But no such good luck as that will come to my share," cried Mrs Belfield, "I can tell you that, for every thing I want to do goes quite contrary. Who would not have thought such a son as mine, though I say it before his face, could not have made his fortune long ago, living as he did, among all the great folks, and dining at their table just like one of themselves? yet, for all that, you see they let him go on his own way, and think of him no more than of n.o.body! I"m sure they might be ashamed to shew their faces, and so I should tell them at once, if I could but get sight of them."
"I don"t mean, ma"am," said Mr Simkins, "for to be finding fault with what you say, for I would not be unpelite in no shape; but if I might be so free as for to differ a little bit, I must needs say I am rather for going to work in anotherguess sort of a manner; and if I was as you--"
"Mr Simkins," interrupted Belfield, "we will settle this matter another time." And then, turning to the wearied Cecilia, "The man, madam," he said, "whom I have done myself the honour to recommend to you, I can see to-morrow morning; may I then tell him to wait upon you?"
"I ask pardon for just putting in," cried Mr Simkins, before Cecilia could answer, and again bowing down to the ground, "but I only mean to say I had no thought for to be impertinent, for as to what I was agoing to remark, is was not of no consequence in the least."
"Its a great piece of luck, ma"am," said Mrs Belfield, "that you should happen to come here, of a holiday! If my son had not been at home, I should have been ready to cry for a week: and you might come any day the year through but a Sunday, and not meet with him any more than if he had never a home to come to."
"If Mr Belfield"s home-visits are so periodical," said Cecilia, "it must be rather less, than more, difficult to meet with him."
"Why you know, ma"am," answered Mrs Belfield, "to-day is a red-letter day, so that"s the reason of it."
"A red-letter day?"
"Good lack, madam, why have not you heard that my son is turned book-keeper?"
Cecilia, much surprised, looked at Belfield, who, colouring very high, and apparently much provoked by his mother"s loquacity, said, "Had Miss Beverley not heard it even now, madam, I should probably have lost with her no credit."
"You can surely lose none, Sir," answered Cecilia, "by an employment too little pleasant to have been undertaken from any but the most laudable motives."
"It is not, madam, the employment," said he, "for which I so much blush as for the person employed--for _myself_! In the beginning of the winter you left me just engaged in another business, a business with which I was madly delighted, and fully persuaded I should be enchanted for ever;--now, again, in the beginning of the summer,--you find me, already, in a new occupation!"
"I am sorry," said Cecilia, "but far indeed from surprised, that you found yourself deceived by such sanguine expectations."
"Deceived!" cried he, with energy, "I was bewitched, I was infatuated!
common sense was estranged by the seduction of a chimera; my understanding was in a ferment from the ebullition of my imagination!
But when this new way of life lost its novelty,--novelty! that short-liv"d, but exquisite bliss! no sooner caught than it vanishes, no sooner tasted than it is gone! which charms but to fly, and comes but to destroy what it leaves behind!--when that was lost, reason, cool, heartless reason, took its place, and teaching me to wonder at the frenzy of my folly, brought me back to the tameness--the sadness of reality!"
"I am sure," cried Mrs Belfield, "whatever it has brought you back to, it has brought you back to no good! it"s a hard case, you must needs think, madam, to a mother, to see a son that might do whatever he would, if he"d only set about it, contenting himself with doing nothing but scribble and scribe one day, and when he gets tired of that, thinking of nothing better than casting up two and two!"
"Why, madam," said Mr Hobson, "what I have seen of the world is this; there"s nothing methodizes a man but business. If he"s never so much upon the stilts, that"s always a sure way to bring him down, by reason he soon finds there"s nothing to be got by rhodomontading. Let every man be his own carver; but what I say is, them gentlemen that are what one may call geniuses, commonly think nothing of the main chance, till they get a tap on the shoulder with a writ; and a solid lad, that knows three times five is fifteen, will get the better of them in the long run. But as to arguing with gentlemen of that sort, where"s the good of it? You can never bring them to the point, say what you will; all you can get from them, is a farrago of fine words, that you can"t understand without a dictionary."
"I am inclinable to think," said Mr Simkins, "that the young gentleman is rather of opinion to like pleasure better than business; and, to be sure, it"s very excusable of him, because it"s more agreeabler. And I must needs say, if I may be so free, I"m partly of the young gentleman"s mind, for business is a deal more trouble."
"I hope, however," said Cecilia to Belfield, "your present situation is less irksome to you?"
"Any situation, madam, must be less irksome than that which I quitted: to write by rule, to compose by necessity, to make the understanding, nature"s first gift, subservient to interest, that meanest offspring of art!--when weary, listless, spiritless, to rack the head for invention, the memory for images, and the fancy for ornament and illusion; and when the mind is wholly occupied by its own affections and affairs, to call forth all its faculties for foreign subjects, uninteresting discussions, or fict.i.tious incidents!--Heavens! what a life of struggle between the head and the heart! how cruel, how unnatural a war between the intellects and the feelings!"