"But though you say it yourself, I don"t believe you are a bit of a flirt, Mrs. Creighton," said the unsuspicious Mr. Wyllys.
"Oh, no, sir; I would not have you believe me a regular flirt for the world. I only acknowledge to a little trifling, now and then.
Miss Wyllys knows what I mean; we women are more observant of each other. Now, haven"t you suspected me of flirting more than once?"
"You had better ask me," said Mary Van Alstyne; "Elinor is not half suspicious enough."
"The acquittal of the gentlemen ought to satisfy you," said Elinor. "They are supposed to be the best judges. Are you sure, however, that you did not flirt with Mr. Hopkins?--he was at Nahant with you, I believe."
"I am afraid it surpa.s.ses the power of woman to distract Mr.
Hopkins"s attention from a sheepshead or a paugee."
{"sheepshead" and "paugee" (porgy) = names applied to a number of American fish esteemed by anglers}
"You have really a very pretty view here, Miss Wyllys, although there is nothing bold or commanding in the country; it makes a very pleasant home picture," observed Mr. Ellsworth, who had been looking about him. "That reach in the river has a very good effect; the little hamlet, too, looks well in the distance; and the wood and meadow opposite, are as well placed as one could wish."
"I am glad you like it; but we really think that, for such simple scenery, it is uncommonly pretty," replied Elinor.
"Yes; even your fastidious friend, Mr. Stryker, p.r.o.nounced the landscape about Wyllys-Roof to be very well put together," said Mrs. Creighton.
"Mr. Stryker, however, professes to have no eye for anything of the kind," replied Elinor.
"That is only one of the man"s affectations; his eyes are more like those of other people than he is willing to confess. Though Mr. Stryker pretends to be one of your men of the world, whose notions are all practical, yet one soon discovers that he cherishes his useless foibles, like other people," said the lady, with an air of careless frankness; though intending the speech for the benefit of Hazlehurst and Mr. Wyllys, who both stood near her.
"Perhaps you don"t know that Mr. Stryker has preceded you into our neighbourhood," said Mary Van Alstyne. "He is staying at Mr.
de Vaux"s."
"Oh, yes; I knew he was to be here about these times. Pray, tell me which is Mr. de Vaux"s place. It is a fine house, I am told."
"A great deal too fine," said Harry. "It is all finery, or rather it was a few years since."
"It is much improved now," observed Elinor; "he talks of taking down half the columns. That is the house, Mrs. Creighton," she added, showing the spot where the white pillars of Colonnade Manor were partly visible through an opening in the wood.
"What a colonnade it seems to be! It puts one in mind of the Italian epigram on some bad architecture," said Mr. Ellsworth:
""Care colonne che fate qua?
Non sappiamo, in verita!""
{"Care colonne..." = Dear columns, what are you doing here? We really don"t know! (Italian)}
"I understand, Miss Wyllys, that your friend, Mr. Stryker, calls it the "cafe de mille colonnes,"" said Mrs. Creighton.
{"cafe de mile colonnes" = coffee-house of a thousand columns (French)}
"Does Mrs. Creighton"s friend, Mr. Stryker, treat it so disrespectfully? Mr. de Vaux has given it a very good name, I think. It is Broadlawn now; last year it was Colonnade Manor."
"And, pray, what did Mr. Taylor"s manorial rights consist in?"
asked Mr. Ellsworth.
"In the privilege of putting up as many Grecian summer-houses as he pleased, I suppose," said Harry; "the place promised to be covered with them at one time."
"Mr. de Vaux has taken them down; all but two at least," said Elinor.
"It was fortunate that Mr. Taylor had a long purse," remarked Mrs. Creighton; "for he seems to have delighted in superfluities of all kinds."
"I suppose you are aware, Mrs. Creighton, that false taste is always a very expensive foible," said Mr. Wyllys; "for it looks upon ornament and improvement as the same thing. My neighbour, Mr. Taylor, certainly has as much of that spirit as any man I ever knew."
"The name he gave his place is a good proof of that," said Harry.
"If he had called it the Colonnade, that would have been at least descriptive and appropriate; but he tacked on the Manor, which had neither rhyme nor reason to recommend it."
"Was it not a Manor before the revolution?" inquired Mrs.
Creighton.
"Oh, no; only a farm belonging to the Van Hornes. But Taylor would not have it called a farm, for the world; he delights in big words," said Mr. Wyllys.
"That is only natural, I suppose, for "Don Pompey," as Mr.
Stryker calls him," observed Mr. Ellsworth.
The following morning was the happy occasion, which was to make Mrs. George Wyllys the wife of Uncle Dozie. In the course of the week, which intervened between her announcing the fact at Wyllys-Roof, and the wedding itself, she had only consulted her friends twice, and changed her mind as often. At first it was settled that she was to be married at two o"clock, in church, with four witnesses present, and that from church she was to return quietly to her own house, where the party were to eat a family dinner with her. A note, however, informed her friends that it was finally decided, that the wedding should take place early in the morning, at her own house, in the presence of some dozen friends. The dinner was also postponed for a fortnight, as the happy couple intended to set out for Boston, the morning they were united.
The weather was propitious; and after an early breakfast the party from Wyllys-Roof set out. It included Mr. Ellsworth and Mrs. Creighton, who were connexions of the bride, as well as Harry, and the family; Mary Van Alstyne remaining at home with Jane.
They soon reached Longbridge, after a pleasant, early drive. On being ushered into Mrs. Wyllys"s drawing-room, they were received in a very informal manner by the bride herself. As Elinor had recommended a grey silk for the wedding-dress, she was not at all surprised to find her aunt wearing a coloured muslin. On one point, however, it was evident she had not changed her mind; for the happy man, Uncle Dozie, was there in full matrimonials, with a new wig, and a white waistcoat. The groom elect looked much like a victim about to be sacrificed; he was as miserably sheepish and fidgety as ever old bachelor could be under similar circ.u.mstances. Mrs. Creighton paid her compliments to the bride very gracefully; and she tried to look as if the affair were not a particularly good joke. Mr. Wyllys summoned up a sort of resigned cheerfulness; Miss Agnes and Elinor also endeavoured to look as became wedding-guests. The children, who had all received presents from the bridegroom, evidently thought the occasion a holiday. The clergyman having appeared, Mrs. Wyllys gave her hand to the trembling groom, and the important transaction was soon over.
"There is, at least, no danger of Uncle Dozie"s taking a nap,"
thought Harry, "he looks too nervous and uncomfortable for that."
Congratulations and good wishes were duly offered; they served only to increase the bridegroom"s distress, while the bride appeared perfectly satisfied, and in very good spirits. She felt disposed to make a cheerful sacrifice for the benefit of her children, to whom she had secured an efficient protector, while at the same time, she was now sure of a prudent friend and counsellor for life: so at least she informed Mrs. Creighton.
"I am sorry your brother is not here, Mr. Hubbard."
"He went to New York, on business, last night," said the groom.
"I hope you will have a pleasant trip to Boston," continued Mr.
Wyllys.
"Thank you for the wish, sir," interposed the bride, "but we determined last evening to go to Niagara, as we have both been to Boston already."
"We shall hear of you at New Orleans, yet," thought Harry.
Refreshments were brought in, and everybody, of course, received their usual share of the wedding-cake.
"You see I have set you an excellent example," said the bride to Mrs. Creighton and Elinor.
"We must hope that these ladies will soon follow it," said Mr.
Ellsworth, with a glance at Elinor.
"Shall we thank him, Miss Wyllys?" said Mrs. Creighton. "It was kindly meant, I dare say."
Mr. Wyllys, who was standing near them, smiled.