The reasons were, her liking for air and view, and desire to see into her neighbour"s grounds without having to mount to the attic.
Elizabeth gave a slight exclamation, and blushed.
"So, my dear, we are objects of interest to her ladyship," said the General.
He a.s.sured her that Lady Camper"s manners were delightful. Strange to tell, she knew a great deal of his antecedent history, things he had not supposed were known; "little matters," he remarked, by which his daughter faintly conceived a reference to the conquests of his dashing days. Lady Camper had deigned to impart some of her own, incidentally; that she was of Welsh blood, and born among the mountains. "She has a romantic look," was the General"s comment; and that her husband had been an insatiable traveller before he became an invalid, and had never cared for Art. "Quite an extraordinary circ.u.mstance, with such a wife!" the General said.
He fell upon the wych-elm with his own hands, under cover of the leaf.a.ge, and the next day he paid his respects to Lady Camper, to inquire if her ladyship saw any further obstruction to the view.
"None," she replied. "And now we shall see what the two birds will do."
Apparently, then, she entertained an animosity to a pair of birds in the tree.
"Yes, yes; I say they chirp early in the morning," said General Ople.
"At all hours."
"The song of birds...?" he pleaded softly for nature.
"If the nest is provided for them; but I don"t like vagabond chirping."
The General perfectly acquiesced. This, in an engagement with a clever woman, is what you should do, or else you are likely to find yourself planted unawares in a high wind, your hat blown off, and your coat-tails anywhere; in other words, you will stand ridiculous in your bewilderment; and General Ople ever footed with the utmost caution to avoid that quagmire of the ridiculous. The extremer quags he had hitherto escaped; the smaller, into which he fell in his agile evasions of the big, he had hitherto been blest in finding none to notice.
He requested her ladyship"s permission to present his daughter. Lady Camper sent in her card.
Elizabeth Ople beheld a tall, handsomely-mannered lady, with good features and penetrating dark eyes, an easy carriage of her person and an agreeable voice, but (the vision of her age flashed out under the compelling eyes of youth) fifty if a day. The rich colouring confessed to it. But she was very pleasing, and Elizabeth"s perception dwelt on it only because her father"s manly chivalry had defended the lady against one year more than forty.
The richness of the colouring, Elizabeth feared, was artificial, and it caused her ingenuous young blood a shudder. For we are so devoted to nature when the dame is flattering us with her gifts, that we loathe the subst.i.tute omitting to think how much less it is an imposition than a form of practical adoration of the genuine.
Our young detective, however, concealed her emotion of childish horror.
Lady Camper remarked of her, "She seems honest, and that is the most we can hope of girls."
"She is a jewel for an honest man," the General sighed, "some day!"
"Let us hope it will be a distant day."
"Yet," said the General, "girls expect to marry."
Lady Camper fixed her black eyes on him, but did not speak.
He told Elizabeth that her ladyship"s eyes were exceedingly searching: "Only," said he, "as I have nothing to hide, I am able to submit to inspection"; and he laughed slightly up to an arresting cough, and made the mantelpiece ornaments pa.s.s muster.
General Ople was the hero to champion a lady whose airs of haughtiness caused her to be somewhat backbitten. He a.s.sured everybody, that Lady Camper was much misunderstood; she was a most remarkable woman; she was a most affable and highly intelligent lady. Building up her attributes on a splendid climax, he declared she was pious, charitable, witty, and really an extraordinary artist. He laid particular stress on her artistic qualities, describing her power with the brush, her water-colour sketches, and also some immensely clever caricatures. As he talked of no one else, his friends heard enough of Lady Camper, who was anything but a favourite. The Pollingtons, the Wilders, the Wardens, the Baerens, the Goslings, and others of his acquaintance, talked of Lady Camper and General Ople rather maliciously. They were all City people, and they admired the General, but mourned that he should so abjectly have fallen at the feet of a lady as red with rouge as a railway bill. His not seeing it showed the state he was in. The sister of Mrs.
Pollington, an amiable widow, relict of a large City warehouse, named Barcop, was chilled by a falling off in his attentions. His apology for not appearing at garden parties was, that he was engaged to wait on Lady Camper.
And at one time, her not condescending to exchange visits with the obsequious General was a topic fertile in irony. But she did condescend.
Lady Camper came to his gate unexpectedly, rang the bell, and was let in like an ordinary visitor. It happened that the General was gardening--not the pretty occupation of pruning--he was digging--and of necessity his coat was off, and he was hot, dusty, unpresentable.
From adoring earth as the mother of roses, you may pa.s.s into a lady"s presence without purification; you cannot (or so the General thought) when you are caught in the act of adoring the mother of cabbages. And though he himself loved the cabbage equally with the rose, in his heart respected the vegetable yet more than he esteemed the flower, for he gloried in his kitchen garden, this was not a secret for the world to know, and he almost heeled over on his beam ends when word was brought of the extreme honour Lady Camper had done him. He worked his arms hurriedly into his fatigue jacket, trusting to get away to the house and spend a couple of minutes on his adornment; and with any other visitor it might have been accomplished, but Lady Camper disliked sitting alone in a room. She was on the square of lawn as the General stole along the walk. Had she kept her back to him, he might have rounded her like the shadow of a dial, undetected. She was frightfully acute of hearing. She turned while he was in the agony of hesitation, in a queer att.i.tude, one leg on the march, projected by a frenzied tip-toe of the hinder leg, the very fatallest moment she could possibly have selected for unveiling him.
Of course there was no choice but to surrender on the spot.
He began to squander his dizzy wits in profuse apologies. Lady Camper simply spoke of the nice little nest of a garden, smelt the flowers, accepted a Niel rose and a Rohan, a Cline, a Falcot, and La France.
"A beautiful rose indeed," she said of the latter, "only it smells of maca.s.sar oil."
"Really, it never struck me, I say it never struck me before," rejoined the General, smelling it as at a pinch of snuff. "I was saying, I always ...." And he tacitly, with the absurdest of smiles, begged permission to leave unterminated a sentence not in itself particularly difficult
"I have a nose," observed Lady Camper.
Like the n.o.bly-bred person she was, according to General Ople"s version of the interview on his estate, when he stood before her in his gardening costume, she put him at his ease, or she exerted herself to do so; and if he underwent considerable anguish, it was the fault of his excessive scrupulousness regarding dress, propriety, appearance.
He conducted her at her request to the kitchen garden and the handful of paddock, the stables and coach-house, then back to the lawn.
"It is the home for a young couple," she said.
"I am no longer young," the General bowed, with the sigh peculiar to this confession. "I say, I am no longer young, but I call the place a gentlemanly residence. I was saying, I..."
"Yes, yes!" Lady Camper tossed her head, half closing her eyes, with a contraction of the brows, as if in pain.
He perceived a similar expression whenever he spoke of his residence.
Perhaps it recalled happier days to enter such a nest. Perhaps it had been such a home for a young couple that she had entered on her marriage with Sir Scrope Camper, before he inherited his t.i.tle and estates.
The General was at a loss to conceive what it was.
It recurred at another mention of his idea of the nature of the residence. It was almost a paroxysm. He determined not to vex her reminiscences again; and as this resolution directed his mind to his residence, thinking it pre-eminently gentlemanly, his tongue committed the error of repeating it, with "gentleman-like" for a variation.
Elizabeth was out--he knew not where. The housemaid informed him, that Miss Elizabeth was out rowing on the water.
"Is she alone?" Lady Camper inquired of him.
"I fancy so," the General replied.
"The poor child has no mother."
"It has been a sad loss to us both, Lady Camper."
"No doubt. She is too pretty to go out alone."
"I can trust her."
"Girls!"
"She has the spirit of a man."
"That is well. She has a spirit; it will be tried."
The General modestly furnished an instance or two of her spiritedness.