"We must all be victims in our turn, Carry," said the Countess. "Evan"s prospects--it may be, Silva"s restoration--depend upon your hair being dressed plain to-day. Reflect on that!"
Poor Caroline obeyed; but she was capable of reflecting only that her face was unnaturally lean and strange to her.
The sisters tended and arranged one another, taking care to push their mourning a month or two ahead and the Countess animadverted on the vulgar mind of Lady Jocelyn, who would allow a "gentleman to sit down at a gentlewoman"s table, in full company, in p.r.o.nounced undress": and Caroline, utterly miserable, would pretend that she wore a mask and kept grimacing as they do who are not accustomed to paint on the cheeks, till the Countess checked her by telling her she should ask her for that before the Duke.
After a visit to Evan, the sisters sailed together into the drawing-room.
"Uniformity is sometimes a gain," murmured the Countess, as they were parting in the middle of the room. She saw that their fine figures, and profiles, and resemblance in contrast, produced an effect. The Duke wore one of those calmly intent looks by which men show they are aware of change in the heavens they study, and are too devout worshippers to presume to disapprove. Mr. George was standing by Miss Carrington, and he also watched Mrs. Strike. To bewilder him yet more the Countess persisted in fixing her eyes upon his heterodox apparel, and Mr. George became conscious and uneasy. Miss Carrington had to address her question to him twice before he heard. Melville Jocelyn, Sir John Loring, Sir Franks, and Hamilton surrounded the Countess, and told her what they had decided on with regard to the election during the day; for Melville was warm in his a.s.sertion that they would not talk to the Countess five minutes without getting a hint worth having.
"Call to us that man who is habited like a groom," said the Countess, indicating Mr. George. "I presume he is in his right place up here?"
"Whew--take care, Countess--our best man. He"s good for a dozen," said Hamilton.
Mr. George was brought over and introduced to the Countess de Saldar.
"So the oldest Tory in the county is a fox?" she said, in allusion to the hunt. Never did Caroline Strike admire her sister"s fearful genius more than at that moment.
Mr. George ducked and rolled his hand over his chin, with "ah-um!" and the like, ended by a dry laugh.
"Are you our supporter, Mr. Uplift?"
"Tory interest, ma--um--my lady."
"And are you staunch and may be trusted?"
""Pon my honour, I think I have that reputation."
"And you would not betray us if we give you any secrets? Say ""Pon my honour," again. You launch it out so courageously."
The men laughed, though they could not see what the Countess was driving at. She had for two minutes spoken as she spoke when a girl, and George--entirely off his guard and unsuspicious--looked unenlightened.
If he knew, there were hints enough for him in her words.
If he remained blind, they might pa.s.s as air. The appearance of the butler cut short his protestation as to his powers of secresy.
The Countess dismissed him.
"You will be taken into our confidence when we require you." And she resumed her foreign air in a most elaborate and overwhelming bow.
She was now perfectly satisfied that she was safe from Mr. George, and, as she thoroughly detested the youthful squire, she chose to propagate a laugh at him by saying with the utmost languor and clearness of voice, as they descended the stairs:
"After all, a very clever fox may be a very dull dog--don"t you think?"
Gentlemen in front of her, and behind, heard it, and at Mr. George"s expense her reputation rose.
Thus the genius of this born general prompted her to adopt the principle in tactics--boldly to strike when you are in the dark as to your enemy"s movements.
CHAPTER XXII. IN WHICH THE DAUGHTERS OF THE GREAT MEL HAVE TO DIGEST HIM AT DINNER
You must know, if you would form an estimate of the Countess"s heroic impudence, that a rumour was current in Lymport that the fair and well-developed Louisa Harrington, in her sixteenth year, did advisedly, and with the intention of rendering the term indefinite, entrust her guileless person to Mr. George Uplift"s honourable charge. The rumour, unflavoured by absolute malignity, was such; and it went on to say, that the sublime Mel, alive to the honour of his family, followed the fugitives with a pistol, and with a horsewhip, that he might chastise the offender according to the degree of his offence. It was certain that he had not used the pistol: it was said that he had used the whip. The details of the interview between Mel and Mr. George were numerous, but at the same time various. Some declared that he put a pistol to Mr.
George"s ear, and under pressure of that persuader got him into the presence of a clergyman, when he turned sulky; and when the pistol was again produced, the ceremony would have been performed, had not the outraged Church cried out for help. Some vowed that Mr. George had referred all questions implying a difference between himself and Mel to their mutual fists for decision. At any rate, Mr. George turned up in Fallow field subsequently; the fair Louisa, unhurt and with a quiet mind, in Lymport; and this amount of truth the rumours can be reduced to--that Louisa and Mr. George had been acquainted. Rumour and gossip know how to build: they always have some solid foundation, however small. Upwards of twelve years had run since Louisa went to the wife of the brewer--a period quite long enough for Mr. George to forget any one in; and she was altogether a different creature; and, as it was true that Mr. George was a dull one, she was, after the test she had put him to, justified in hoping that Mel"s progeny might pa.s.s unchallenged anywhere out of Lymport. So, with Mr. George facing her at table, the Countess sat down, determined to eat and be happy.
A man with the education and tastes of a young country squire is not likely to know much of the character of women; and of the marvellous power they have of throwing a veil of oblivion between themselves and what they don"t want to remember, few men know much. Mr. George had thought, when he saw Mrs. Strike leaning to Evan, and heard she was a Harrington, that she was rather like the Lymport family; but the reappearance of Mrs. Strike, the attention of the Duke of Belfield to her, and the splendid tactics of the Countess, which had extinguished every thought in the thought of himself, drove Lymport out of his mind.
There were some dinner guests at the table-people of Fallow field, Beckley, and Bodley. The Countess had the diplomatist on one side, the Duke on the other. Caroline was under the charge of Sir Franks. The Countess, almost revelling in her position opposite Mr. George, was ambitious to lead the conversation, and commenced, smiling at Melville:
"We are to be spared politics to-day? I think politics and cookery do not a.s.similate."
"I"m afraid you won"t teach the true Briton to agree with you," said Melville, shaking his head over the sums involved by this British propensity.
"No," said Seymour. "Election dinners are a part of the Const.i.tution": and Andrew laughed: "They make Radicals pay as well as Tories, so it"s pretty square."
The topic was taken up, flagged, fell, and was taken up again. And then Harry Jocelyn said:
"I say, have you worked the flags yet? The great Mel must have his flags."
The flags were in the hands of ladies, and ladies would look to the rosettes, he was told.
Then a lady of the name of Barrington laughed lightly, and said:
"Only, pray, my dear Harry, don"t call your uncle the "Great Mel" at the election."
"Oh! very well," quoth Harry: "why not?"
"You "ll get him laughed at--that "s all."
"Oh! well, then, I won"t," said Harry, whose wits were attracted by the Countess"s visage.
Mrs. Barrington turned to Seymour, her neighbour, and resumed:
"He really would be laughed at. There was a tailor--he was called the Great Mel--and he tried to stand for Fallow field once. I believe he had the support of Squire Uplift--George"s uncle--and others. They must have done it for fun! Of course he did not get so far as the hustings; but I believe he had flags, and principles, and all sorts of things worked ready. He certainly canva.s.sed."
"A tailor--canva.s.sed--for Parliament?" remarked an old Dowager, the mother of Squire Copping. "My what are we coming to next?"
"He deserved to get in," quoth Aunt Bel: "After having his principles worked ready, to eject the man was infamous."
Amazed at the mine she had sprung, the Countess sat through it, lamenting the misery of owning a notorious father. Happily Evan was absent, on his peaceful blessed bed!
Bowing over wine with the Duke, she tried another theme, while still, like a pertinacious cracker, the Great Mel kept banging up and down the table.
"We are to have a feast in the open air, I hear. What you call pic-nic."
The Duke believed there was a project of the sort.
"How exquisitely they do those things in Portugal! I suppose there would be no scandal in my telling something now. At least we are out of Court-jurisdiction."