I won"t have her health injured. She shall go into the world more. She will be presented at Court, and if it"s necessary to give her a dose or two to counteract her vanity, I don"t object. This will wear off, or, "si c"est veritablement une grande pa.s.sion, eh bien" we must take what Providence sends us."
"And which we might have prevented if we had condescended to listen to the plainest worldly wisdom," added Mrs. Shorne.
"Yes," said Lady Jocelyn, equably, "you know, you and I, Julia, argue from two distinct points. Girls may be shut up, as you propose. I don"t think nature intended to have them the obverse of men. I "m sure their mothers never designed that they should run away with footmen, riding-masters, chance curates, as they occasionally do, and wouldn"t if they had points of comparison. My opinion is that Prospero was just saved by the Prince of Naples being wrecked on his island, from a shocking mis-alliance between his daughter and the son of Sycorax. I see it clearly. Poetry conceals the extreme probability, but from what I know of my s.e.x, I should have no hesitation in turning prophet also, as to that."
What could Mrs. Shorne do with a mother who talked in this manner?
Mrs. Melville, when she arrived to take part in the conference, which gradually swelled to a family one, was equally unable to make Lady Jocelyn perceive that her plan of bringing up Rose was, in the present result of it, other than unlucky.
Now the two Generals--Rose Jocelyn and the Countess de Saldar--had brought matters to this pa.s.s; and from the two tactical extremes: the former by openness and dash; the latter by subtlety, and her own interpretations of the means extended to her by Providence. I will not be so bold as to state which of the two I think right. Good and evil work together in this world. If the Countess had not woven the tangle, and gained Evan time, Rose would never have seen his blood,--never have had her spirit hurried out of all shows and forms and habits of thought, up to the gates of existence, as it were, where she took him simply as G.o.d created him and her, and clave to him. Again, had Rose been secret, when this turn in her nature came, she would have forfeited the strange power she received from it, and which endowed her with decision to say what was in her heart, and stamp it lastingly there. The two Generals were quite antagonistic, but no two, in perfect ignorance of one another"s proceedings, ever worked so harmoniously toward the main result. The Countess was the skilful engineer: Rose the General of cavalry. And it did really seem that, with Tom Cogglesby and his thousands in reserve, the victory was about to be gained. The male Jocelyns, an easy race, decided that, if the worst came to the worst, and Rose proved a wonder, there was money, which was something.
But social prejudice was about to claim its champion. Hitherto there had been no General on the opposite side. Love, aided by the Countess, had engaged an inert ma.s.s. The champion was discovered in the person of the provincial Don Juan, Mr. Harry Jocelyn. Harry had gone on a mysterious business of his own to London. He returned with a green box under his arm, which, five minutes after his arrival, was entrusted to Conning, in company with a genial present for herself, of a kind not perhaps so fit for exhibition; at least they both thought so, for it was given in the shades. Harry then went to pay his respects to his mother, who received him with her customary ironical tolerance. His father, to whom he was an incarnation of bother, likewise nodded to him and gave him a finger.
Duty done, Harry looked round him for pleasure, and observed nothing but glum faces. Even the face of John Raikes was, heavy. He had been hovering about the Duke and Miss Current for an hour, hoping the Countess would come and give him a promised introduction. The Countess stirred not from above, and Jack drifted from group to group on the lawn, and grew conscious that wherever he went he brought silence with him. His isolation made him humble, and when Harry shook his hand, and said he remembered Fallow field and the fun there, Mr. Raikes thanked him.
Harry made his way to join his friend Ferdinand, and furnished him with the latest London news not likely to appear in the papers. Laxley was distant and unamused. From the fact, too, that Harry was known to be the Countess"s slave, his presence produced the same effect in the different circles about the grounds, as did that of John Raikes. Harry began to yawn and wish very ardently for his sweet lady. She, however, had too fine an instinct to descend.
An hour before dinner, Juliana sent him a message that she desired to see him.
"Jove! I hope that girl"s not going to be blowing hot again," sighed the conqueror.
He had nothing to fear from Juliana. The moment they were alone she asked him, "Have you heard of it?"
Harry shook his head and shrugged.
"They haven"t told you? Rose has engaged herself to Mr. Harrington, a tradesman, a tailor!"
"Pooh! have you got hold of that story?" said Harry. "But I"m sorry for old Ferdy. He was fond of Rosey. Here"s another bother!"
"You don"t believe me, Harry?"
Harry was mentally debating whether, in this new posture of affairs, his friend Ferdinand would press his claim for certain moneys lent.
"Oh, I believe you," he said. "Harrington has the knack with you women.
Why, you made eyes at him. It was a toss-up between you and Rosey once."
Juliana let this accusation pa.s.s.
"He is a tradesman. He has a shop in Lymport, I tell you, Harry, and his name on it. And he came here on purpose to catch Rose. And now he has caught her, he tells her. And his mother is now at one of the village inns, waiting to see him. Go to Mr. George Uplift; he knows the family.
Yes, the Countess has turned your head, of course; but she has schemed, and schemed, and told such stories--G.o.d forgive her!"
The girl had to veil her eyes in a spasm of angry weeping.
"Oh, come! Juley!" murmured her killing cousin. Harry boasted an extraordinary weakness at the sight of feminine tears. "I say! Juley!
you know if you begin crying I"m done for, and it isn"t fair."
He dropped his arm on her waist to console her, and generously declared to her that he always had been, very fond of her. These scenes were not foreign to the youth. Her fits of crying, from which she would burst in a frenzy of contempt at him, had made Harry say stronger things; and the a.s.surances of profound affection uttered in a most languid voice will sting the hearts of women.
Harry still went on with his declarations, heating them rapidly, so as to bring on himself the usual outburst and check. She was longer in coming to it this time, and he had a horrid fear, that instead of dismissing him fiercely, and so annulling his words, the strange little person was going to be soft and hold him to them. There were her tears, however, which she could not stop.
"Well, then, Juley, look. I do, upon my honour, yes--there, don"t cry any more--I do love you."
Harry held his breath in awful suspense. Juliana quietly disengaged her waist, and looking at him, said, "Poor Harry! You need not lie any more to please me."
Such was Harry"s astonishment, that he exclaimed,
"It isn"t a lie! I say, I do love you." And for an instant he thought and hoped that he did love her.
"Well, then, Harry, I don"t love you," said Juliana; which revealed to our friend that he had been mistaken in his own emotions. Nevertheless, his vanity was hurt when he saw she was sincere, and he listened to her, a moody being. This may account for his excessive wrath at Evan Harrington after Juliana had given him proofs of the truth of what she said.
But the Countess was Harrington"s sister! The image of the Countess swam before him. Was it possible? Harry went about asking everybody he met.
The initiated were discreet; those who had the whispers were open. A bare truth is not so convincing as one that discretion confirms. Harry found the detestable news perfectly true.
"Stop it by all means if you can," said his father.
"Yes, try a fall with Rose," said his mother.
"And I must sit down to dinner to-day with a confounded fellow, the son of a tailor, who"s had the impudence to make love to my sister!" cried Harry. "I"m determined to kick him out of the house!--half."
"To what is the modification of your determination due?" Lady Jocelyn inquired, probably suspecting the sweet and gracious person who divided Harry"s mind.
Her ladyship treated her children as she did mankind generally, from her intellectual eminence. Harry was compelled to fly from her cruel shafts.
He found comfort with his Aunt Shorne, and she as much as told Harry that he was the head of the house, and must take up the matter summarily. It was expected of him. Now was the time for him to show his manhood.
Harry could think of but one way to do that.
"Yes, and if I do--all up with the old lady," he said, and had to explain that his Grandmama Bonner would never leave a penny to a fellow who had fought a duel.
"A duel!" said Mrs. Shorne. "No, there are other ways. Insist upon his renouncing her. And Rose--treat her with a high hand, as becomes you.
Your mother is incorrigible, and as for your father, one knows him of old. This devolves upon you. Our family honour is in your hands, Harry."
Considering Harry"s reputation, the family honour must have got low: Harry, of course, was not disposed to think so. He discovered a great deal of unused pride within him, for which he had hitherto not found an agreeable vent. He vowed to his aunt that he would not suffer the disgrace, and while still that blandishing olive-hued visage swam before his eyes, he pledged his word to Mrs. Shorne that he would come to an understanding with Harrington that night.
"Quietly," said she. "No scandal, pray."
"Oh, never mind how I do it," returned Harry, manfully. "How am I to do it, then?" he added, suddenly remembering his debt to Evan.
Mrs. Shorne instructed him how to do it quietly, and without fear of scandal. The miserable champion replied that it was very well for her to tell him to say this and that, but--and she thought him demented--he must, previous to addressing Harrington in those terms, have money.
"Money!" echoed the lady. "Money!"
"Yes, money!" he iterated doggedly, and she learnt that he had borrowed a sum of Harrington, and the amount of the sum.
It was a disastrous plight, for Mrs. Shorne was penniless.
She cited Ferdinand Laxley as a likely lender.
"Oh, I"m deep with him already," said Harry, in apparent dejection.
"How dreadful are these everlasting borrowings of yours!" exclaimed his aunt, unaware of a trifling incongruity in her sentiments. "You must speak to him without--pay him by-and-by. We must sc.r.a.pe the money together. I will write to your grandfather."