This is the first day in my life that I ever felt what indigestion is.
Egad, I"ve got something to derange the best digestion going!
"Look here, Harrington. What happened to you today, I declare I think nothing of. You owe me your a.s.sistance, you do, indeed; for if it hadn"t been for the fearful fascinations of your sister--that divine Countess--I should have been engaged to somebody by this time, and profited by the opportunity held out to me, and which is now gone. I "m disgraced. I "m known. And the worst of it is, I must face people. I daren"t turn tail. Did you ever hear of such a dilemma?"
"Ay," quoth Evan, "what is it?"
Raikes turned pale. "Then you haven"t heard of it?" "Not a word."
"Then it"s all for me to tell. I called on Messrs. Grist. I dined at the Aurora afterwards. Depend upon it, Harrington, we"re led by a star. I mean, fellows with anything in them are. I recognized our Fallow field host, and thinking to draw him out, I told our mutual histories. Next day I went to these Messrs. Grist. They proposed the membership for Fallow field, five hundred a year, and the loan of a curricle, on condition. It "s singular, Harrington; before anybody knew of the condition I didn"t care about it a bit. It seemed to me childish. Who would think of minding wearing a tin plate? But now!--the sufferings of Orestes--what are they to mine? He wasn"t tied to his Furies. They did hover a little above him; but as for me, I"m scorched; and I mustn"t say where: my mouth is locked; the social laws which forbid the employment of obsolete words arrest my exclamations of despair. What do you advise?"
Evan stared a moment at the wretched object, whose dream of meeting a beneficent old gentleman had brought him to be the sport of a cynical farceur. He had shivers on his own account, seeing something of himself magnified, and he loathed the fellow, only to feel more acutely what a stigma may be.
"It "s a case I can"t advise in," he said, as gently as he could. "I should be off the grounds in a hurry."
"And then I"m where I was before I met the horrid old brute!" Raikes moaned.
"I told him over a pint of port-and n.o.ble stuff is that Aurora port!--I told him--I amused him till he was on the point of bursting--I told him I was such a gentleman as the world hadn"t seen--minus money. So he determined to launch me. He said I should lead the life of such a gentleman as the world had not yet seen--on that simple condition, which appeared to me childish, a senile whim; rather an indulgence of his."
Evan listened to the tribulations of his friend as he would to those of a doll--the sport of some experimental child. By this time he knew something of old Tom Cogglesby, and was not astonished that he should have chosen John Raikes to play one of his farces on. Jack turned off abruptly the moment he saw they were nearing human figures, but soon returned to Evan"s side, as if for protection.
"Hoy! Harrington!" shouted Harry, beckoning to him. "Come, make haste!
I"m in a deuce of a mess."
The two Wheedles--Susan and Polly--were standing in front of him, and after his call to Evan, he turned to continue some exhortation or appeal to the common sense of women, largely indulged in by young men when the mischief is done.
"Harrington, do speak to her. She looks upon you as a sort of parson. I can"t make her believe I didn"t send for her. Of course, she knows I "m fond of her. My dear fellow," he whispered, "I shall be ruined if my grandmother hears of it. Get her away, please. Promise anything."
Evan took her hand and asked for the child.
"Quite well, sir," faltered Susan.
"You should not have come here."
Susan stared, and commenced whimpering: "Didn"t you wish it, sir?"
"Oh, she"s always thinking of being made a lady of," cried Polly. "As if Mr. Harry was going to do that. It wants a gentleman to do that."
"The carriage came for me, sir, in the afternoon," said Susan, plaintively, "with your compliments, and would I come. I thought--"
"What carriage?" asked Evan.
Raikes, who was ogling Polly, interposed grandly, "Mine!"
"And you sent in my name for this girl to come here?" Evan turned wrathfully on him.
"My dear Harrington, when you hit you knock down. The wise require but one dose of experience. The Countess wished it, and I did dispatch."
"The Countess!" Harry exclaimed; "Jove! do you mean to say that the Countess--"
"De Saldar," added Jack. "In Britain none were worthy found."
Harry gave a long whistle.
"Leave at once," said Evan to Susan. "Whatever you may want send to me for. And when you think you can meet your parents, I will take you to them. Remember that is what you must do."
"Make her give up that stupidness of hers, about being made a lady of, Mr. Harrington," said the inveterate Polly.
Susan here fell a-weeping.
"I would go, sir," she said. "I "m sure I would obey you: but I can"t.
I can"t go back to the inn. They "re beginning to talk about me, because--because I can"t--can"t pay them, and I"m ashamed."
Evan looked at Harry.
"I forgot," the latter mumbled, but his face was crimson. He put his hands in his pockets. "Do you happen to have a note or so?" he asked.
Evan took him aside and gave him what he had; and this amount, without inspection or reserve, Harry offered to Susan. She dashed his hand impetuously from her sight.
"There, give it to me," said Polly. "Oh, Mr. Harry! what a young man you are!"
Whether from the rebuff, or the reproach, or old feelings reviving, Harry was moved to go forward, and lay his hand on Susan"s shoulder and mutter something in her ear that softened her.
Polly thrust the notes into her bosom, and with a toss of her nose, as who should say, "Here "s nonsense they "re at again," tapped Susan on the other shoulder, and said imperiously: "Come, Miss!"
Hurrying out a dozen sentences in one, Harry ended by suddenly kissing Susan"s cheek, and then Polly bore her away; and Harry, with great solemnity, said to Evan:
""Pon my honour, I think I ought to! I declare I think I love that girl.
What"s one"s family? Why shouldn"t you b.u.t.ton to the one that just suits you? That girl, when she"s dressed, and in good trim, by Jove! n.o.body "d know her from a born lady. And as for grammar, I"d soon teach her that."
Harry began to whistle: a sign in him that he was thinking his hardest.
"I confess to being considerably impressed by the maid Wheedle," said Raikes.
"Would you throw yourself away on her?" Evan inquired.
Apparently forgetting how he stood, Mr. Raikes replied:
"You ask, perhaps, a little too much of me. One owes consideration to one"s position. In the world"s eyes a matrimonial slip outweighs a peccadillo. No. To much the maid might wheedle me, but to Hymen! She"s decidedly fresh and pert--the most delicious little fat lips and c.o.c.ky nose; but cease we to dwell on her, or of us two, to! one will be undone."
Harry burst into a laugh: "Is this the T.P. for Fallow field?"
"M.P. I think you mean," quoth Raikes, serenely; but a curious glance being directed on him, and pursuing him pertinaciously, it was as if the pediment of the lofty monument he topped were smitten with violence. He stammered an excuse, and retreated somewhat as it is the fashion to do from the presence of royalty, followed by Harry"s roar of laughter, in which Evan cruelly joined.
"Gracious powers!" exclaimed the victim of ambition, "I"m laughed at by the son of a tailor!" and he edged once more into the shade of trees.
It was a strange sight for Harry"s relatives to see him arm-in-arm with the man he should have been kicking, challenging, denouncing, or whatever the code prescribes: to see him talking to this young man earnestly, clinging to him affectionately, and when he separated from him, heartily wringing his hand. Well might they think that there was something extraordinary in these Harringtons. Convicted of Tailordom, these Harringtons appeared to shine with double l.u.s.tre. How was it? They were at a loss to say. They certainly could say that the Countess was egregiously affected and vulgar; but who could be altogether complacent and sincere that had to fight so hard a fight? In this struggle with society I see one of the instances where success is entirely to be honoured and remains a proof of merit. For however boldly antagonism may storm the ranks of society, it will certainly be repelled, whereas affinity cannot be resisted; and they who, against obstacles of birth, claim and keep their position among the educated and refined, have that affinity. It is, on the whole, rare, so that society is not often invaded. I think it will have to front Jack Cade again before another Old Mel and his progeny shall appear. You refuse to believe in Old Mel?
You know not nature"s cunning.
Mrs. Shorne, Mrs. Melville, Miss Carrington, and many of the guests who observed Evan moving from place to place, after the exposure, as they called it, were amazed at his audacity. There seemed such a quietly superb air about him. He would not look out of his element; and this, knowing what they knew, was his offence. He deserved some commendation for still holding up his head, but it was love and Rose who kept the fires of his heart alive.