"Oh-yes! His brother-in-law isn"t much like him--ha! ha!"
And then the poor little man rubbed his hands, unconscious of the indignant pity for his wretched abilities in the gaze of the Countess; and he must have been exposed--there was a fear that the ghost of Sir Abraham would have darkened this day, for Miss Carrington was about to speak, when Lady Jocelyn cried: "There"s a purl! Somebody"s down."
The Countess was unaware of the nature of a purl, but she could have sworn it to be a piece of Providence.
"Just by old Nat Hodges" farm, on Squire Copping"s ground," cried Andrew, much relieved by the particular individual"s misfortune. "Dear me, my lady! how old Tom and I used to jump the brook there, to be sure!
and when you were no bigger than little Miss Loring--do you remember old Tom? We"re all fools one time in our lives!"
"Who can it be?" said Lady Jocelyn, spying at the discomfited horseman.
"I"m afraid it"s poor Ferdinand."
They drove on to an eminence from which the plain was entirely laid open.
"I hope my brother will enjoy his ride this day," sighed the Countess.
"It will be his limit of enjoyment for a lengthened period!"
She perceived that Mr. George"s capture was inevitable, and her heart sank; for she was sure he would recognize her, and at the moment she mis...o...b..ed her powers. She dreamed of flight.
"You"re not going to leave us?" said Lady Jocelyn. "My dear Countess, what will the future member do without you? We have your promise to stay till the election is over."
"Thanks for your extreme kind courtesy, Lady Jocelyn," murmured the Countess: "but my husband--the Count."
"The favour is yours," returned her ladyship. "And if the Count cannot come, you at least are at liberty?"
"You are most kind," said the Countess.
"Andrew and his wife I should not dare to separate for more than a week," said Lady Jocelyn. "He is the great British husband. The proprietor! "My wife" is his unanswerable excuse."
"Yes," Andrew replied cheerily. "I don"t like division between man and wife, I must say."
The Countess dared no longer instance the Count, her husband. She was heard to murmur that citizen feelings were not hers:
"You suggested Fallow field to Melville, did you not?" asked Lady Jocelyn.
"It was the merest suggestion," said the Countess, smiling.
"Then you must really stay to see us through it," said her ladyship.
"Where are they now? They must be making straight for break-neck fence.
They"ll have him there. George hasn"t pluck for that."
"Hasn"t what?"
It was the Countess who requested to know the name of this other piece of Providence Mr. George Uplift was deficient in.
"Pluck-go," said her ladyship hastily, and telling the coachman to drive to a certain spot, trotted on with Andrew, saying to him: "I"m afraid we are thought vulgar by the Countess."
Andrew considered it best to rea.s.sure her gravely.
"The young man, her brother, is well-bred," said Lady Jocelyn, and Andrew was very ready to praise Evan.
Lady Jocelyn, herself in slimmer days a spirited horsewoman, had correctly estimated Mr. George"s pluck. He was captured by Harry and Evan close on the leap, in the act of shaking his head at it; and many who inspected the leap would have deemed it a sign that wisdom weighted the head that would shake long at it; for it consisted of a post and rails, with a double ditch.
Seymour Jocelyn, Mrs. Evremonde, Drummond, Jenny Graine, and William Harvey, rode with Mr. George in quest of the carriage, and the captive was duly delivered over.
"But where"s the brush?" said Lady Jocelyn, laughing, and introducing him to the Countess, who dropped her head, and with it her veil.
"Oh! they leave that on for my next run," said Mr. George, bowing civilly.
"You are going to run again?"
Miss Carrington severely asked this question; and Mr. George protested.
"Secure him, Louisa," said Lady Jocelyn. "See here: what"s the matter with poor Dorothy?"
Dorothy came slowly trotting up to them along the green lane, and thus expressed her grief, between sobs:
"Isn"t it a shame? Rose is such a tyrant. They"re going to ride a race and a jump down in the field, and it"s break-neck leap, and Rose won"t allow me to stop and see it, though she knows I"m just as fond of Evan as she is; and if he"s killed I declare it will be her fault; and it"s all for her stupid, dirty old pocket handkerchief!"
"Break-neck fence!" said Lady Jocelyn; "that"s rather mad."
"Do let"s go and see it, darling Aunty Joey," pleaded the little maid.
Lady Jocelyn rode on, saying to herself: "That girl has a great deal of devil in her." The lady"s thoughts were of Rose.
"Black Lymport"d take the leap," said Mr. George, following her with the rest of the troop. "Who"s that fellow on him?"
"His name"s Harrington," quoth Drummond.
"Oh, Harrington!" Mr. George responded; but immediately laughed--"Harrington? "Gad, if he takes the leap it"ll be odd--another of the name. That"s where old Mel had his spill."
"Who?" Drummond inquired.
"Old Mel Harrington--the Lymport wonder. Old Marquis Mel," said Mr.
George. "Haven"t ye heard of him?"
"What! the gorgeous tailor!" exclaimed Lady Jocelyn. "How I regret never meeting that magnificent sn.o.b! that efflorescence of sublime imposture!
I"ve seen the Regent; but one"s life doesn"t seem complete without having seen his twin-brother. You must give us warning when you have him down at Croftlands again, Mr. George."
"Gad, he"ll have to come a long distance--poor old Mel!" said Mr.
George; and was going on, when Seymour Jocelyn stroked his moustache to cry, "Look! Rosey "s starting "em, by Jove!"
The leap, which did not appear formidable from where they stood, was four fields distant from the point where Rose, with a handkerchief in her hand, was at that moment giving the signal to Laxley and Evan.
Miss Carrington and the Countess begged Lady Jocelyn to order a shout to be raised to arrest them, but her ladyship marked her good sense by saying: "Let them go, now they"re about it"; for she saw that to make a fuss now matters had proceeded so far, was to be uncivil to the inevitable.
The start was given, and off they flew. Harry Jocelyn, behind them, was evidently caught by the demon, and clapped spurs to his horse to have his fling as well, for the fun of the thing; but Rose, farther down the field, rode from her post straight across him, to the imminent peril of a mutual overset; and the party on the height could see Harry fuming, and Rose coolly looking him down, and letting him understand what her will was; and her mother, and Drummond, and Seymour who beheld this, had a common sentiment of admiration for the gallant girl. But away went the rivals. Black Lymport was the favourite, though none of the men thought he would be put at the fence. The excitement became contagious. The Countess threw up her veil. Lady Jocelyn, and Seymour, and Drummond, galloped down the lane, and Mr. George was for accompanying them, till the line of Miss Carrington"s back gave him her unmistakeable opinion of such a course of conduct, and he had to dally and fret by her side.
Andrew"s arm was tightly grasped by the Countess. The rivals were crossing the second field, Laxley a little a-head.
"He "s holding in the black mare--that fellow!" said Mr. George. "Gad, it looks like going at the fence. Fancy Harrington!"