Sir John remarked: "He seems like a monkey just turned into a man."
"And doubtful about the tail," added the Countess.
The image was tolerably correct, but other causes were at the bottom of the air worn by John Raikes. The Countess had obtained an invitation for him, with instructions that he should come early, and he had followed them so implicitly that the curricle was flinging dust on the hedges between Fallow field and Beckley but an hour or two after the chariot of Apollo had mounted the heavens, and Mr. Raikes presented himself at the breakfast table. Fortunately for him the Countess was there. After the repast she introduced him to the Duke: and he bowed to the Duke, and the Duke bowed to him: and now, to instance the peculiar justness in the mind of Mr. Raikes, he, though he worshipped a coronet and would gladly have recalled the feudal times to a corrupt land, could not help thinking that his bow had beaten the Duke"s and was better. He would rather not have thought so, for it upset his preconceptions and threatened a revolution in his ideas. For this reason he followed the Duke, and tried, if possible, to correct, or at least chasten the impressions he had of possessing a glaring advantage over the n.o.bleman.
The Duke"s second notice of him was hardly a nod. "Well!" Mr. Raikes reflected, "if this is your Duke, why, egad! for figure and style my friend Harrington beats him hollow." And Raikes thought he knew who could conduct a conversation with superior dignity and neatness. The torchlight of a delusion was extinguished in him, but he did not wander long in that gloomy cavernous darkness of the disenchanted, as many of us do, and as Evan had done, when after a week at Beckley Court he began to examine of what stuff his brilliant father, the great Mel, was composed. On the contrary, as the light of the Duke dwindled, Raikes gained in l.u.s.tre. "In fact," he said, "there"s nothing but the t.i.tle wanting." He was by this time on a level with the Duke in his elastic mind.
Olympus had been held in possession by the Countess about half an hour, when Lady Jocelyn mounted it, quite unconscious that she was scaling a fortified point. The Countess herself fired off the first gun at her.
"It has been so extremely delightful up alone here, Lady Jocelyn: to look at everybody below! I hope many will not intrude on us!"
"None but the dowagers who have breath to get up," replied her ladyship, panting. "By the way, Countess, you hardly belong to us yet. You dance?"
"Indeed, I do not."
"Oh, then you are in your right place. A dowager is a woman who doesn"t dance: and her male attendant is--what is he? We will call him a fogy."
Lady Jocelyn directed a smile at Melville and Sir John, who both protested that it was an honour to be the Countess"s fogy.
Rose now joined them, with Laxley morally dragged in her wake.
"Another dowager and fogy!" cried the Countess, musically. "Do you not dance, my child?"
"Not till the music strikes up," rejoined Rose. "I suppose we shall have to eat first."
"That is the Hamlet of the pic-nic play, I believe," said her mother.
"Of course you dance, don"t you, Countess?" Rose inquired, for the sake of amiable conversation.
The Countess"s head signified: "Oh, no! quite out of the question": she held up a little bit of her mournful draperies, adding: "Besides, you, dear child, know your company, and can select; I do not, and cannot do so. I understand we have a most varied a.s.sembly!"
Rose shut her eyes, and then looked at her mother. Lady Jocelyn"s face was undisturbed; but while her eyes were still upon the Countess, she drew her head gently back, imperceptibly. If anything, she was admiring the lady; but Rose could be no placid philosophic spectator of what was to her a horrible a.s.sumption and hypocrisy. For the sake of him she loved, she had swallowed a nauseous cup bravely. The Countess was too much for her. She felt sick to think of being allied to this person. She had a shuddering desire to run into the ranks of the world, and hide her head from mult.i.tudinous hootings. With a pang of envy she saw her friend Jenny walking by the side of William Harvey, happy, untried, unoffending: full of hope, and without any bitter draughts to swallow!
Aunt Bel now came tripping up gaily.
"Take the alternative, "douairiere or demoiselle"?" cried Lady Jocelyn.
"We must have a sharp distinction, or Olympus will be mobbed."
"Entre les deux, s"il vous plait," responded Aunt Bel. "Rose, hurry down, and leaven the ma.s.s. I see ten girls in a bunch. It"s shocking.
Ferdinand, pray disperse yourself. Why is it, Emily, that we are always in excess at pic-nics? Is man dying out?"
"From what I can see," remarked Lady Jocelyn, "Harry will be lost to his species unless some one quickly relieves him. He"s already half eaten up by the Conley girls. Countess, isn"t it your duty to rescue him?"
The Countess bowed, and murmured to Sir John:
"A dismissal!"
"I fear my fascinations, Lady Jocelyn, may not compete with those fresh young persons."
"Ha! ha! "fresh young persons,"" laughed Sir John for the ladies in question were romping boisterously with Mr. Harry.
The Countess inquired for the names and condition of the ladies, and was told that they sprang from Farmer Conley, a well-to-do son of the soil, who farmed about a couple of thousand acres between Fallow field and Beckley, and bore a good reputation at the county bank.
"But I do think," observed the Countess, "it must indeed be pernicious for any youth to a.s.sociate with that cla.s.s of woman. A deterioration of manners!"
Rose looked at her mother again. She thought "Those girls would scorn to marry a tradesman"s son!"
The feeling grew in Rose that the Countess lowered and degraded her. Her mother"s calm contemplation of the lady was more distressing than if she had expressed the contempt Rose was certain, according to her young ideas, Lady Jocelyn must hold.
Now the Countess had been considering that she would like to have a word or two with Mr. Harry, and kissing her fingers to the occupants of Olympus, and fixing her fancy on the diverse thoughts of the ladies and gentlemen, deduced from a rapturous or critical contemplation of her figure from behind, she descended the slope.
Was it going to be a happy day? The well-imagined opinions of the gentleman on her attire and style, made her lean to the affirmative; but Rose"s demure behaviour, and something--something would come across her hopes. She had, as she now said to herself, stopped for the pic-nic, mainly to give Caroline a last opportunity of binding the Duke to visit the Cogglesby saloons in London. Let Caroline cleverly contrive this, as she might, without any compromise, and the stay at Beckley Court would be a great gain. Yes, Caroline was still with the Duke; they were talking earnestly. The Countess breathed a short appeal to Providence that Caroline might not prove a fool. Overnight she had said to Caroline: "Do not be so English. Can one not enjoy friendship with a n.o.bleman without wounding one"s conscience or breaking with the world?
My dear, the Duke visiting you, you cow that infamous Strike of yours.
He will be utterly obsequious! I am not telling you to pa.s.s the line.
The contrary. But we continentals have our grievous reputation because we dare to meet as intellectual beings, and defy the imputation that ladies and gentlemen are no better than animals."
It sounded very lofty to Caroline, who, accepting its sincerity, replied:
"I cannot do things by halves. I cannot live a life of deceit. A life of misery--not deceit."
Whereupon, pitying her poor English nature, the Countess gave her advice, and this advice she now implored her familiars to instruct or compel Caroline to follow.
The Countess"s garment was plucked at. She beheld little Dorothy Loring glancing up at her with the roguish timidity of her years.
"May I come with you?" asked the little maid, and went off into a prattle: "I spent that five shillings--I bought a shilling"s worth of sweet stuff, and nine penn"orth of twine, and a shilling for small wax candles to light in my room when I"m going to bed, because I like plenty of light by the looking-gla.s.s always, and they do make the room so hot!
My Jane declared she almost fainted, but I burnt them out! Then I only had very little left for a horse to mount my doll on; and I wasn"t going to get a screw, so I went to Papa, and he gave me five shillings. And, oh, do you know, Rose can"t bear me to be with you. Jealousy, I suppose, for you"re very agreeable. And, do you know, your Mama is coming to-day?
I"ve got a Papa and no Mama, and you"ve got a Mama and no Papa. Isn"t it funny? But I don"t think so much of it, as you "re grown up. Oh, I"m quite sure she is coming, because I heard Harry telling Juley she was, and Juley said it would be so gratifying to you."
A bribe and a message relieved the Countess of Dorothy"s attendance on her.
What did this mean? Were people so base as to be guilty of hideous plots in this house? Her mother coming! The Countess"s blood turned deadly chill. Had it been her father she would not have feared, but her mother was so vilely plain of speech; she never opened her mouth save to deliver facts: which was to the Countess the sign of atrocious vulgarity.
But her mother had written to say she would wait for Evan in Fallow field! The Countess grasped at straws. Did Dorothy hear that? And if Harry and Juliana spoke of her mother, what did that mean? That she was hunted, and must stand at bay!
"Oh, Papa! Papa! why did you marry a Dawley?" she exclaimed, plunging to what was, in her idea, the root of the evil.
She had no time for outcries and lamentations. It dawned on her that this was to be a day of battle. Where was Harry? Still in the midst of the Conley throng, apparently pooh-poohing something, to judge by the twist of his mouth.
The Countess delicately signed for him to approach her. The extreme delicacy of the signal was at least an excuse for Harry to perceive nothing. It was renewed, and Harry burst into a fit of laughter at some fun of one of the Conley girls. The Countess pa.s.sed on, and met Juliana pacing by herself near the lower gates of the park. She wished only to see how Juliana behaved. The girl looked perfectly trustful, as much so as when the Countess was pouring in her ears the tales of Evan"s growing but bashful affection for her.
"He will soon be here," whispered the Countess. "Has he told you he will come by this entrance?"
"No," replied Juliana.
"You do not look well, sweet child."
"I was thinking that you did not, Countess?"
"Oh, indeed, yes! With reason, alas! All our visitors have by this time arrived, I presume?"