written on a letter by a lady he had only known half an hour.
"And now," said she, "I shall demand a boon of you, Mr. Harry. Will it be accorded?"
She was hurriedly told that she might count upon him for whatever she chose to ask; and after much trifling and many exaggerations of the boon in question, he heard that she had selected him as her cavalier for the day, and that he was to consent to accompany her to the village church.
"Is it so great a request, the desire that you should sit beside a solitary lady for so short a s.p.a.ce?" she asked, noting his rueful visage.
Harry a.s.sured her he would be very happy, but hinted at the bother of having to sit and listen to that fool of a Parsley: again a.s.suring her, and with real earnestness, which the lady now affected to doubt, that he would be extremely happy.
"You know, I haven"t been there for ages," he explained.
"I hear it!" she sighed, aware of the credit his escort would bring her in Beckley, and especially with Harry"s grandmama Bonner.
They went together to the village church. The Countess took care to be late, so that all eyes beheld her stately march up the aisle, with her captive beside her.
Nor was her captive less happy than he professed he would be. Charming comic side-play, at the expense of Mr. Parsley, she mingled with exceeding devoutness, and a serious attention to Mr. Parsley"s discourse. In her heart this lady really thought her confessed daily sins forgiven her by the recovery of the lost sheep to Mr. Parsley"s fold. The results of this small pa.s.sage of arms were, that Evan"s disclosure at Fallow field was annulled in the mind of Harry Jocelyn, and the latter gentleman became the happy slave of the Countess de Saldar.
CHAPTER XVI. LEADS TO A SMALL SKIRMISH BETWEEN ROSE AND EVAN
Lady Jocelyn belonged properly to that order which the Sultans and the Roxalanas of earth combine to exclude from their little games, under the designation of blues, or strong-minded women: a kind, if genuine, the least dangerous and staunchest of the s.e.x, as poor fellows learn when the flippant and the frail fair have made mummies of them. She had the frankness of her daughter, the same direct eyes and firm step: a face without shadows, though no longer bright with youth. It may be charged to her as one of the errors of her strong mind, that she believed friendship practicable between men and women, young or old. She knew the world pretty well, and was not amazed by extraordinary accidents; but as she herself continued to be an example of her faith: we must presume it natural that her delusion should cling to her. She welcomed Evan as her daughter"s friend, walked half-way across the room to meet him on his introduction to her, and with the simple words, "I have heard of you,"
let him see that he stood upon his merits in her house. The young man"s spirit caught something of hers even in their first interview, and at once mounted to that level. Unconsciously he felt that she took, and would take him, for what he was, and he rose to his worth in the society she presided over. A youth like Evan could not perceive, that in loving this lady"s daughter, and accepting the place she offered him, he was guilty of a breach of confidence; or reflect, that her entire absence of suspicion imposed upon him a corresponding honesty toward her. He fell into a blindness. Without dreaming for a moment that she designed to encourage his pa.s.sion for Rose, he yet beheld himself in the light she had cast on him; and, received as her daughter"s friend, it seemed to him not so utterly monstrous that he might be her daughter"s lover. A haughty, a grand, or a too familiar manner, would have kept his eyes clearer on his true condition. Lady Jocelyn spoke to his secret nature, and eclipsed in his mind the outward aspects with which it was warring.
To her he was a gallant young man, a fit companion for Rose, and when she and Sir Franks said, and showed him, that they were glad to know him, his heart swam in a flood of happiness they little suspected.
This was another of the many forms of intoxication to which circ.u.mstances subjected the poor lover. In Fallow field, among impertinent young men, Evan"s pride proclaimed him a tailor. At Beckley Court, acted on by one genuine soul, he forgot it, and felt elate in his manhood. The shades of Tailordom dispersed like fog before the full South-west breeze. When I say he forgot it, the fact was present enough to him, but it became an outward fact: he had ceased to feel it within him. It was not a portion of his being, hard as Mrs. Mel had struck to fix it. Consequently, though he was in a far worse plight than when he parted with Rose on board the Jocasta, he felt much less of an impostor now. This may have been partly because he had endured his struggle with the Demogorgon the Countess painted to him in such frightful colours, and found him human after all; but it was mainly owing to the hearty welcome Lady Jocelyn had extended to him as the friend of Rose.
Loving Rose, he nevertheless allowed his love no tender liberties. The eyes of a lover are not his own; but his hands and lips are, till such time as they are claimed. The sun must smile on us with peculiar warmth to woo us forth utterly-pluck our hearts out. Rose smiled on many. She smiled on Drummond Forth, Ferdinand Laxley, William Harvey, and her brother Harry; and she had the same eyes for all ages. Once, previous to the arrival of the latter three, there was a change in her look, or Evan fancied it. They were going to ride out together, and Evan, coming to his horse on the gravel walk, saw her talking with Drummond Forth. He mounted, awaiting her, and either from a slight twinge of jealousy, or to mark her dainty tread with her riding-habit drawn above her heels, he could not help turning his head occasionally. She listened to Drummond with attention, but presently broke from him, crying: "It"s an absurdity. Speak to them yourself--I shall not."
On the ride that day, she began prattling of this and that with the careless glee that became her well, and then sank into a reverie.
Between-whiles her eyes had raised tumults in Evan"s breast by dropping on him in a sort of questioning way, as if she wished him to speak, or wished to fathom something she would rather have unspoken. Ere they had finished their ride, she tossed off what burden may have been on her mind as lightly as a stray lock from her shoulders. He thought that the singular look recurred. It charmed him too much for him to speculate on it.
The Countess"s opportune ally, the gout, which had reduced the Hon.
Melville Jocelyn"s right hand to a state of uselessness, served her with her brother equally: for, having volunteered his services to the invalided diplomatist, it excused his stay at Beckley Court to himself, and was a mask to his intimacy with Rose, besides earning him the thanks of the family. Harry Jocelyn, released from the wing of the Countess, came straight to him, and in a rough kind of way begged Evan to overlook his rudeness.
"You took us all in at Fallow field, except Drummond," he said.
"Drummond would have it you were joking. I see it now. And you"re a confoundedly clever fellow into the bargain, or you wouldn"t be quill-driving for Uncle Mel. Don"t be uppish about it--will you?"
"You have nothing to fear on that point," said Evan. With which promise the peace was signed between them. Drummond and William Harvey were cordial, and just laughed over the incident. Laxley, however, held aloof. His retention of ideas once formed befitted his rank and station.
Some trifling qualms attended Evan"s labours with the diplomatist; but these were merely occasioned by the iteration of a particular phrase.
Mr. Goren, an enthusiastic tailor, had now and then thrown out to Evan stirring hints of an invention he claimed: the discovery of a Balance in Breeches: apparently the philosopher"s stone of the tailor craft, a secret that should ensure harmony of outline to the person and an indubitable accommodation to the most difficult legs.
Since Adam"s expulsion, it seemed, the tailors of this wilderness had been in search of it. But like the doctors of this wilderness, their science knew no specific: like the Babylonian workmen smitten with confusion of tongues, they had but one word in common, and that word was "cut." Mr. Goren contended that to cut was not the key of the science: but to find a Balance was. An artistic admirer of the frame of man, Mr.
Goren was not wanting in veneration for the individual who had arisen to do it justice. He spoke of his Balance with supreme self-appreciation.
Nor less so the Honourable Melville, who professed to have discovered the Balance of Power, at home and abroad. It was a capital Balance, but inferior to Mr. Goren"s. The latter gentleman guaranteed a Balance with motion: whereas one step not only upset the Honourable Melville"s, but shattered the limbs of Europe. Let us admit, that it is easier to fit a man"s legs than to compress expansive empires.
Evan enjoyed the doctoring of kingdoms quite as well as the diplomatist.
It suited the latent grandeur of soul inherited by him from the great Mel. He liked to prop Austria and arrest the Czar, and keep a watchful eye on France; but the Honourable Melville"s deep-mouthed phrase conjured up to him a pair of colossal legs imperiously demanding their Balance likewise. At first the image scared him. In time he was enabled to smile it into phantom vagueness. The diplomatist diplomatically informed him, it might happen that the labours he had undertaken might be neither more nor less than education for a profession he might have to follow. Out of this, an ardent imagination, with the Countess de Saldar for an interpreter, might construe a promise of some sort. Evan soon had high hopes. What though his name blazed on a shop-front? The sun might yet illumine him to honour!
Where a young man is getting into delicate relations with a young woman, the more of his s.e.x the better--they serve as a blind; and the Countess hailed fresh arrivals warmly. There was Sir John Loring, Dorothy"s father, who had married the eldest of the daughters of Lord Elburne.
A widower, handsome, and a flirt, he capitulated to the Countess instantly, and was played off against the provincial Don Juan, who had reached that point with her when youths of his description make bashful confidences of their successes, and receive delicious chidings for their naughtiness--rebukes which give immeasurable rebounds. Then came Mr.
Gordon Graine, with his daughter, Miss Jenny Graine, an early friend of Rose"s, and numerous others. For the present, Miss Isabella Current need only be chronicled among the visitors--a sprightly maid fifty years old, without a wrinkle to show for it--the Aunt Bel of fifty houses where there were young women and little boys. Aunt Bel had quick wit and capital anecdotes, and tripped them out aptly on a sparkling tongue with exquisite instinct for climax and when to strike for a laugh. No sooner had she entered the hall than she announced the proximate arrival of the Duke of Belfield at her heels, and it was known that his Grace was as sure to follow as her little dog, who was far better paid for his devotion.
The dinners at Beckley Court had hitherto been rather languid to those who were not intriguing or mixing young love with the repast. Miss Current was an admirable neutral, sent, as the Countess fervently believed, by Providence. Till now the Countess had drawn upon her own resources to amuse the company, and she had been obliged to restrain herself from doing it with that unctuous feeling for rank which warmed her Portuguese sketches in low society and among her sisters. She retired before Miss Current and formed audience, glad of a relief to her inventive labour. While Miss Current and her ephemerals lightly skimmed the surface of human life, the Countess worked in the depths. Vanities, pa.s.sions, prejudices beneath the surface, gave her full employment. How naturally poor Juliana Bonner was moved to mistake Evan"s compa.s.sion for a stronger sentiment! The Countess eagerly a.s.sisted Providence to shuffle the company into their proper places. Harry Jocelyn was moodily happy, but good; greatly improved in the eyes of his grandmama Bonner, who attributed the change to the Countess, and partly forgave her the sinful consent to the conditions of her love-match with the foreign Count, which his penitent wife had privately confessed to that strict Churchwoman.
"Thank Heaven that you have no children," Mrs. Bonner had said; and the Countess humbly replied:
"It is indeed my remorseful consolation!"
"Who knows that it is not your punishment?" added Mrs. Bonner; the Countess weeping.
She went and attended morning prayers in Mrs. Bonner"s apartments, alone with the old lady. "To make up for lost time in Catholic Portugal!" she explained it to the household.
On the morning after Miss Current had come to shape the party, most of the inmates of Beckley Court being at breakfast, Rose gave a lead to the conversation.
"Aunt Bel! I want to ask you something. We"ve been making bets about you. Now, answer honestly, we"re all friends. Why did you refuse all your offers?"
"Quite simple, child," replied the unabashed ex-beauty.
"A matter of taste. I liked twenty shillings better than a sovereign."
Rose looked puzzled, but the men laughed, and Rose exclaimed:
"Now I see! How stupid I am! You mean, you may have friends when you are not married. Well, I think that"s the wisest, after all. You don"t lose them, do you? Pray, Mr. Evan, are you thinking Aunt Bel might still alter her mind for somebody, if she knew his value?"
"I was presuming to hope there might be a place vacant among the twenty," said Evan, slightly bowing to both. "Am I pardoned?"
"I like you!" returned Aunt Bel, nodding at him. "Where do you come from? A young man who"ll let himself go for small coin"s a jewel worth knowing."
"Where do I come from?" drawled Laxley, who had been tapping an egg with a dreary expression.
"Aunt Bel spoke to Mr. Harrington," said Rose, pettishly.
"Asked him where he came from," Laxley continued his drawl. "He didn"t answer, so I thought it polite for another of the twenty to strike in."
"I must thank you expressly," said Evan, and achieved a cordial bow.
Rose gave Evan one of her bright looks, and then called the attention of Ferdinand Laxley to the fact that he had lost a particular bet made among them.
"What bet?" asked Laxley. "About the profession?"
A stream of colour shot over Rose"s face. Her eyes flew nervously from Laxley to Evan, and then to Drummond. Laxley appeared pleased as a man who has made a witty sally: Evan was outwardly calm, while Drummond replied to the mute appeal of Rose, by saying:
"Yes; we"ve all lost. But who could hit it? The lady admits no sovereign in our s.e.x."
"So you"ve been betting about me?" said Aunt Bel. "I "ll settle the dispute. Let him who guessed "Latin" pocket the stakes, and, if I guess him, let him hand them over to me."
"Excellent!" cried Rose. "One did guess "Latin," Aunt Bel! Now, tell us which one it was."