He would not be instigated to speak.
"You do not admire it, Mr. O"Donnell?" she cried.
"Oh, but I do. That"s how she looked when she was drawing on her gloves with good will to go out to meet him. You can"t see her there and not be sure she had a heart. She part smiles; she keeps her mouth shut, but there"s the dimple, and it means a thought, like a bubble bursting up from the heart in her breast. She"s tall. She carries herself like a great French lady, and nothing beats that. It"s the same colour, dark eyebrows and fair hair. And not thinking of her pride. She thinks of her walk, and the end of it, where he"s waiting. The eyes are not the same."
"The same?" said Caroline.
"As this." He tapped on the left side. She did not understand it at all.
"The bit of work done in Vienna," said he.
She blushed. "Do you admire that so much?"
"I do."
"We consider it not to be compared to this."
"Perhaps not. I like it better."
"But why do you like that better?" said Caroline, deeming it his wilfulness.
Patrick put out a finger. "The eyes there don"t seem to say, "I"m yours to make a hero of you." But look," he drew forth from under his waistcoat the miniature, "what don"t they say here! It"s a bright day for the Austrian capital that has her by the river Danube. Yours has a landscape; I"ve made acquaintance with the country, I caught the print of it on my ride yesterday; and those are your mountains. But mine has her all to herself while she"s thinking undisturbed in her boudoir.
I have her and her thoughts; that"s next to her soul. I"ve an idea it ought to be given to Philip." He craned his head round to woo some shadow of a.s.sent to the daring suggestion. "Just to break the shock "twill be to my brother, Miss Adister. If I could hand him this, and say, "Keep it, for you"ll get nothing more of her; and that"s worth a kingdom.""
Caroline faltered: "Your brother does not know?"
"Pity him. His blow "s to come. He can"t or he "d have spoken of it to me. I was with him a couple of hours and he never mentioned a word of it, nor did Captain Con. We talked of Ireland, and the service, and some French cousins we have."
"Ladies?" Caroline inquired by instinct.
"And charming," said Patrick, "real dear girls. Philip might have one, if he would, and half my property, to make it right with her parents.
There"d be little use in proposing it. He was dead struck when the shaft struck him. That"s love! So I determined the night after I"d shaken his hand I"d be off to Earlsfont and try my hardest for him. It"s hopeless now. Only he might have the miniature for his bride. I can tell him a trifle to help him over his agony. She would have had him, she would, Miss Adister, if she hadn"t feared he"d be talked of as Captain Con has been--about the neighbourhood, I mean, because he," Patrick added hurriedly, "he married an heiress and sank his ambition for distinction like a man who has finished his dinner. I"m certain she would. I have it on authority."
"What authority?" said Caroline coldly.
"Her own old nurse."
"Jenny Williams?"
"The one! I had it from her. And how she loves her darling Miss Adiante!
She won"t hear of "princess." She hates that marriage. She was all for my brother Philip. She calls him "Our handsome lieutenant." She"ll keep the poor fellow a subaltern all his life."
"You went to Jenny"s inn?"
"The Earlsfont Arms, I went to. And Mrs. Jenny at the door, watching the rain. Destiny directed me. She caught the likeness to Philip on a lift of her eye, and very soon we sat conversing like old friends. We were soon playing at old cronies over past times. I saw the way to bring her out, so I set to work, and she was up in defence of her darling, ready to tell me anything to get me to think well of her. And that was the main reason, she said, why Miss Adiante broke with him and went abroad her dear child wouldn"t have Mr. Philip abused for fortune-hunting. As for the religion, they could each have practised their own: her father would have consented to the fact, when it came on him in that undeniable shape of two made one. She says, Miss Adiante has a mighty soul; she has brave ideas. Miss Deenly, she calls her. Ay, and so has Philip: though the worst is, they"re likely to drive him out of the army into politics and Parliament; and an Irishman there is a barrow trolling a load of grievances. Ah, but she would have kept him straight. Not a soldier alive knows the use of cavalry better than my brother. He wanted just that English wife to steady him and pour drops of universal fire into him; to keep him face to face with the world, I mean; letting him be true to his country in a fair degree, but not an old rainpipe and spout.
She would have held him to his profession. And, Oh dear! She"s a friend worth having, lost to Ireland. I see what she could have done there.
Something bigger than an island, too, has to be served in our days: that is, if we don"t forget our duty at home. Poor Paddy, and his pig, and his bit of earth! If you knew what we feel for him! I"m a landlord, but I"m one with my people about evictions. We Irish take strong root. And honest rent paid over to absentees, through an agent, if you think of it, seems like flinging the money that"s the sweat of the brow into a stone conduit to roll away to a giant maw hungry as the sea. It"s the bleeding to death of our land! Transactions from hand to hand of warm human flesh-nothing else will do: I mean, for men of our blood. Ah! she would have kept my brother temperate in his notions and his plans. And why absentees, Miss Adister? Because we"ve no centre of home life: the core has been taken out of us; our country has no hearth-fire. I"m for union; only there should be justice, and a little knowledge to make allowance for the natural cravings of a different kind of people. Well, then, and I suppose that inter-marriages are good for both. But here comes a man, the boldest and handsomest of his race, and he offers himself to the handsomest and sweetest of yours, and she leans to him, and the family won"t have him. For he"s an Irishman and a Catholic. Who is it then opposed the proper union of the two islands? Not Philip. He did his best; and if he does worse now he"s not entirely to blame.
The misfortune is, that when he learns the total loss of her on that rock-promontory, he"ll be dashing himself upon rocks sure to shiver him.
There"s my fear. If I might take him this...?" Patrick pleaded with the miniature raised like the figure of his interrogation.
Caroline"s inward smile threw a soft light of humour over her features at the simple cunning of his wind-up to the lecture on his country"s case, which led her to perceive a similar cunning simplicity in his identification of it with Philip"s. It startled her to surprise, for the reason that she"d been reviewing his freakish hops from Philip to Ireland and to Adiante, and wondering in a different kind of surprise, how and by what profitless ingenuity he contrived to weave them together. Nor was she unmoved, notwithstanding her fancied perception of his Jesuitry: his look and his voice were persuasive; his love of his brother was deep; his change of sentiment toward Adiante after the tale told him by her old nurse Jenny, stood for proof of a generous manliness.
Before she had replied, her uncle entered the armoury, and Patrick was pleading still, and she felt herself to be a piece of damask, a very fiery dye.
To disentangle herself, she said on an impulse, desperately
"Mr. O"Donnell begs to have the miniature for his brother."
Patrick swung instantly to Mr. Adister. "I presumed to ask for it, sir, to carry it to Philip. He is ignorant about the princess as yet; he would like to have a bit of the wreck. I shan"t be a pleasant messenger to him. I should be glad to take him something. It could be returned after a time. She was a great deal to Philip--three parts of his life.
He has nothing of her to call his own."
"That!" said Mr. Adister. He turned to the virgin Adiante, sat down and shut his eyes, fetching a breath. He looked vacantly at Patrick.
"When you find a man purely destructive, you think him a devil, don"t you?" he said.
"A good first cousin to one," Patrick replied, watchful for a hint to seize the connection.
"If you think of hunting to-day, we have not many minutes to spare before we mount. The meet is at eleven, five miles distant. Go and choose your horse. Caroline will drive there."
Patrick consulted her on a glance for counsel. "I shall be glad to join you, sir, for to-morrow I must be off to my brother."
"Take it," Mr. Adister waved his hand hastily. He gazed at his idol of untouched eighteen. "Keep it safe," he said, discarding the sight of the princess. "Old houses are doomed to burnings, and a devil in the family may bring us to ashes. And some day...!" he could not continue his thought upon what he might be destined to wish for, and ran it on to, "Some day I shall be happy to welcome your brother, when it pleases him to visit me."
Patrick bowed, oppressed by the mighty gift. "I haven"t the word to thank you with, sir."
Mr. Adister did not wait for it.
"I owe this to you, Miss Adister," said Patrick.
Her voice shook: "My uncle loves those who loved her."
He could see she was trembling. When he was alone his ardour of gratefulness enabled him to see into her uncle"s breast: the inflexible frigidity; lasting regrets and remorse; the compa.s.sion for Philip in kinship of grief and loss; the angry dignity; the stately generosity.
He saw too, for he was clear-eyed when his feelings were not over-active, the narrow pedestal whereon the stiff figure of a man of iron pride must accommodate itself to stand in despite of tempests without and within; and how the statue rocks there, how much more pitiably than the common sons of earth who have the broad common field to fall down on and our good mother"s milk to set them on their legs again.
CHAPTER VIII. CAPTAIN CON AND MRS. ADISTER O"DONNELL
Riding homeward from the hunt at the leisurely trot of men who have steamed their mounts pretty well, Mr. Adister questioned Patrick familiarly about his family, and his estate, and his brother"s prospects in the army, and whither he intended first to direct his travels: questions which Patrick understood to be kindly put for the sake of promoting conversation with a companion of unripe age by a gentleman who had wholesomely excited his blood to run. They were answered, except the last one. Patrick had no immediate destination in view.
"Leave Europe behind you," said Mr. Adister warming, to advise him, and checking the trot of his horse. "Try South America." The lordly gentleman plotted out a scheme of colonisation and conquest in that region with the coolness of a practised freebooter. "No young man is worth a job," he said, "who does not mean to be a leader, and as leader to have dominion. Here we are fettered by ancestry and antecedents.
Had I to recommence without those enc.u.mbrances, I would try my fortune yonder. I stood condemned to waste my youth in idle parades, and hunting the bear and buffalo. The estate you have inherited is not binding on you. You can realise it, and begin by taking over two or three hundred picked Irish and English--have both races capable of handling spade and musket; purchasing some thousands of acres to establish a legal footing there.
"You increase your colony from the mother country in the ratio of your prosperity, until your power is respected, and there is a necessity for the extension of your territory. When you are feared you will be on your mettle. They will favour you with provocation. I should not doubt the result, supposing myself to have under my sole command a trained body of men of English blood--and Irish."
"Owners of the soil," rejoined Patrick, much marvelling.