"He is a very near connexion, you know; I suppose his absence would have been more remarked than his being here. Besides, if he was in love once, he has had time to get over it, in the last six months. He does not look much as if he wore the willow still."
{"wore the willow" = grieved for the loss of a loved one}
"Hazlehurst is very clever, I am told; I don"t know him much, myself."
"Oh, yes--very clever. But I am not a fair judge, perhaps; he is my brother"s friend, and I may be prejudiced in his favour. How very warm it is! can"t we find a seat near a window?"
The gentleman offered his arm with alacrity, and the speakers moved away.
The seats they had left were taken by Mrs. de Vaux and Colonel Stryker: the lady, a middle-aged woman, fashionably dressed; the gentleman, rather more than middle-aged in his appearance, and decidedly less so in his dress and manners.
"Young Taylor is a handsome fellow, and looks the bride-groom very well!" exclaimed Mr. Stryker. "How these Taylors have pushed upwards; I never heard of them before I went to Europe this last time, five or six years ago."
"That is just about the moment they first burst upon the horizon.
Mr. Taylor seems determined to make up for lost time. He is very disagreeable to us ladies; but the gentlemen like him on account of his cleverness; they say he is a genius in all business matters."
"To judge by his expression, the man seems ambitious of "les succes de salon," also. Where did he import his manners from, I wonder?--they have a sort of bright, new look, as if he had not yet worn the gloss off."
{"les succes de salon" = drawing-room victories (French)}
"Don"t laugh at him;--he gives excellent dinners."
"Does he? Can"t you introduce me, immediately? "Ici l"ont fait noces et festins." I seem to smell the turtle-soup, already."
{"Ici l"ont...." = wedding feasts and banquets given here (French)}
"I doubt whether you taste it, nevertheless, until next autumn.
Everybody is going out of town; they say that is the only drawback to the satisfaction of the Taylors at this wedding."
"What is the drawback, pray?"
"They cannot have as many grand parties as they are ent.i.tled to, on account of the season."
"That must be distressing, indeed, to the brides-maids.
By-the-bye, I see Miss Wyllys is one of them. She is going to turn out a fortune, I hear;--do you know her?"
"From a child. Last year no one dreamed of her being a fortune; but within the last few months, Mr. de Vaux tells me, she has inherited a very handsome property from one of her mother"s family; and, in addition to it, some new rail-road, or something of that kind, has raised the value of what she owned before."
"What is the amount, do you know?"
"Upwards of two hundred thousand, Mr. de Vaux thinks."
"Miss Wyllys is certainly no beauty; but, do you know, I think there is something decidedly distinguished in her appearance and manner! I was only introduced the other day; I did not happen to know the Wyllyses."
"I have known them all my life, and like them all very much. I rather wonder, though, at Miss Elinor"s being here as bride"s-maid. But it is a reconciliation, I suppose. Perhaps she and young Hazlehurst will make up again, and we may be invited to another wedding, before long."
"Perhaps so. How long does it take a young lady to resent an infidelity? A calendar month, I suppose; or, in extreme cases, a year and a day. By-the-bye, the pretty widow, Mrs. Creighton, has thrown off her weeds, I see."
"Yes, she has come out again, armed for conquest, I suppose. What a flirt she is! And as artful as she is pretty, Mr. Stryker. But perhaps you are one of her admirers," continued the lady, laughing.
"Of course, it is impossible not to admire her; but I am afraid of her," said Mr. Stryker, shrugging his shoulders. "I am horribly afraid of all pretty widows."
"Mr. Hazlehurst does not seem afraid of her."
"Not a bit--he is there half his time; but then he is young and venturesome. We old campaigners are more wary."
"He is an old friend of her brother"s, I believe; is Mr.
Ellsworth here?"
"Yes, there he is, talking to Miss Wyllys. Perhaps he may interfere with your prediction about her and my friend Hazlehurst."
"Possibly; but a-propos of weddings; why don"t you marry, yourself, Mr. Stryker? You have been a delightful beau now, for how many years?" asked the lady, mischievously.
"Oh, these five l.u.s.tres, I suppose; for I began early," replied Mr. Stryker, who had too much worldly wisdom, not to make a merit of frankness, where he could not help it.
{"l.u.s.tre" = a period of five years}
"Six, you mean," said Mrs. de Vaux, laughing.
"No, five, honestly counted. I don"t know exactly how old I may be; but the other day I heard a fellow say, "Stryker can"t be more than five-and-forty;" and I dare say be was right."
"Well, allowing you are only five-and-forty, don"t you mean to marry, one of these days?"
"Certainly."
"Don"t you think it time to look about you?"
"High time; but who will have me?" continued Mr. Stryker, with great complacency of manner.
"Oh, half the young ladies in the room, I dare say; excepting, of course, those who have refused you already," said Mrs. de Vaux, mischievously; for it was suspected that Mr. Stryker had met with several rebuffs. This lady and gentleman in spite of their smiling countenances and friendly manners, owed each other a grudge, of old standing. Who does not know that where the spirit of littleness and vanity is all-powerful, these petty trials and triumphs are too often the chief spring of action; as was the case with Mr. Stryker and Mrs. de Vaux. Happy they, who have good principle and good feeling enough, to cast off folly on so small a scale!
"Tell me what is your taste, and I will look out for you,"
continued Mrs. de Vaux.
"How kind you are!--you don"t include Miss de Vaux, of course; for she can"t endure me. Like all modest men, I require only nine hundred and ninety-nine perfections in my wife. But then I insist chiefly on two essentials: she must have money, and she must not have brothers and sisters; I have an invincible antipathy to collaterals, whether of blood or connexion."
"Miss Wyllys is the very person for you. Quite a fortune now, they say; and an orphan, without brother or sister; all you require. Then, you like her appearance, you say; though she is plain, she is clever, too, and amiable."
"Of course; all young ladies are amiable, are they not?"
"I only know of one objection--she is too good for you."
"Goodness is not to be despised in a wife. I shall require it from the future Mrs. Stryker; though not very particular about the rest of the world. I am much obliged to you, Mrs. de Vaux, for the suggestion; I"ll think of it," said Mr. Stryker, deliberately crossing one leg over the other, to make himself comfortable.
"You, who know everybody, Mr. Stryker," said the lady, "pray, tell me, who is that bright-faced young man, or rather, boy, standing near Mr. Wyllys and Mrs. Stanley?"
"You wish to mortify me--I never saw the lad before."
"I can answer your question, Mrs. de Vaux," observed Harry, who had just approached, and made his bow; "that is my friend, Charlie Hubbard, the artist. Don"t you remember the fine view of Lake Ontario, that was so much admired at the Exhibition, this spring?"