"And do you never say a good word in favour of your relations?"
"I hope so, when they deserve it," said Rowland resolutely, glancing at his sister, who was biting her glove.
"If I may be allowed an opinion," said Mrs Jonathan decidedly, also glancing at poor Netta, "I should say that Howel Jenkins was a complete scapegrace. What he may yet turn out remains to be proved."
"Well, that is putting an end to him at once," said Miss Gwynne, "and I think we had better play his funeral dirge. Lady Mary, will you give us "The Dead March in Saul," or something appropriate? Never mind, Netta; I daresay cousin Howel will turn out a great man by-and-by;" this last clause was whispered to Netta, whilst the young hostess went towards a grand piano that stood invitingly open, and begged Lady Mary Nugent to give them some music.
That lady played some brilliant waltzes, after which, her daughter accompanied her in the small ba.s.s of a duet.
"Pon my soul, that"s a pretty girl, that little Prothero!" said Sir Hugh Pryse to young Rice Rice. "I never saw such a complexion in my life.
Roses and carnations are nothing to it."
"Rather a vulgar style of beauty, I think," said Mr Rice Rice, junior, taking up an eyegla.s.s, and finding some difficulty in fixing it in his eye. He had lately discovered that he was nearsighted, to the great grief of his mother, who, however, sometimes spoke of the sad fact in the same tone that she used to speak of the Rice Rice, and Morgan of Glanwilliam families. She herself belonged to the latter.
"I vow she"s lovely!" cried the baronet, so emphatically that every one in the room might have heard him. Most of the ladies, doubtless, did, and appropriated the sentiment, but, by-and-by, Netta was triumphant, as he went and sat by her, and complimented her in very audible terms.
She blushed and coquetted very respectably for a country damsel, and wondered whether a poor baronet, or a wealthy miser"s son would best help her to humble the pride and condescension of the Nugents and the Rice Rices.
Whilst Lady Mary Nugent was playing, Mr Gwynne very nearly went to sleep, and Rowland Prothero, who liked nothing but chants, and a solemn kind of music that he chose to think befitting a clergyman, was, in his turn, looking over the drawing-room sc.r.a.p book. Miss Gwynne gave her papa a sly push, and whispered, that she believed Mr Rowland Prothero played chess.
Mr Gwynne aroused himself, and challenged his young neighbour. Miss Gwyne, a.s.sisted by all the gentlemen, brought the chess-table, and the game soon began.
There is no doubt that there is nothing in the world more selfish, more absorbing, more disagreeable to every one excepting the players, than chess. Mr Gwynne began his game half asleep; Rowland began his in a very bad temper. The former was glad of anything that could keep him awake, the latter was disgusted at having been made the victim of Miss Gwynne"s anxiety to preserve her father from falling fast asleep in the midst of his guests. But, by degrees, the one was thoroughly aroused, and the other forgot his annoyance. Both soon ignored the presence of any human being save himself and his opponent.
Music and talking sounded on all sides, but they made no impression on the chess-players. Lady Mary performed all her most brilliant airs and variations in vain, as far as Mr Gwynne was concerned; and Rowland was even unconscious that Netta had resolutely played through all the small pieces she had learnt at school at the particular request of Sir Hugh Pryse.
"That game will never finish," at last exclaimed Lady Mary, approaching Mr Gwynne. "How can any one like chess?"
Mr Gwynne kept his finger on a piece he was about to move, glanced up, but did not speak.
"They tell me you ought to have at least five or six moves in your eye whilst you are making one," said Sir Hugh. "For my part, I always find one move at a time more than I can manage. It certainly is the dullest game ever invented."
"Chess is a game of great antiquity," said the Rev. Jonathan sententiously. "It is supposed to have been invented in China or Hindustan, and was known in the latter place by the name _Chaturanga_, that is, four _angas_, or members of an army."
"The army must be proud to send such members to parliament," said young Rice Rice, with a consciousness of superior wit, in which the remainder of the party did not appear to partic.i.p.ate.
"True, young gentleman," said Mr Jonathan, "and well she might, for they were elephants, horses, chariots, and foot-soldiers; but what such members of an army have to do with parliament, I should be glad to hear you explain. I do not remember mention being made of parliament till the twelfth century. It was first applied to general a.s.semblies in France during the reign of Louis the Seventh; and the earliest mention of it in England is in the preamble to the statute of Westminster in 1272. It is derived from the French word _parler_, to speak."
"Then," said Miss Gwynne, "there must be some truth in what I have heard, that the first parliament was composed of women."
"Good, good, "pon my soul!" roared Sir Hugh.
"But Sir William Jones says of chess," continued Mr Jonathan, in the same unchanged tone and manner, "that the Hindus--"
"Oh, my dear, pray do not let us hear anything of Sir William Jones; I am sick to death of all the Jones"," interrupted Mrs Prothero, causing a diversion, and a suppressed laugh at her expense, instead of at young Rice Rice"s, who had made the last sally upon Mr Jonathan, and a somewhat mortifying retreat.
It was remarkable, that whoever made a sly attack upon that worthy, with a view to a joke, was sure to have the tables turned upon him, by the matter-of-fact way in which his joke was received, refuted, and cut to pieces.
"I a.s.sure you, my dear, there have been many very celebrated Jones", Sir William at the head of them. He was a great Oriental scholar. Then there was Inigo Jones, the architect; and John Paul Jones, the admiral; and Dr John Jones, the grammarian, born in this very county; and--and--"
"That celebrated Mr David Jones, Mr Prothero, whose locker was so deep that I am sure he must have been a relation of the admiral," suggested Miss Gwynne.
"Truly so, my dear--but I have read--"
"I am afraid I must trouble you to order my carriage, Mr Gwynne," said Lady Mary, looking impatiently, first at the chess-table, secondly at her daughter, who was engaged in animated nonsense with Mr Rice Rice, junior; and thirdly at Sir Hugh, still occupied in making Netta blush.
"I beg your pardon; one moment, Lady Mary; I must just castle my king."
"Perhaps you had better put an end to the game, papa," said Miss Gwynne.
"Not for the world, my dear. What do you say, Mr Rowland?"
"I should certainly like to finish it, but perhaps we are inconveniencing others."
"Ah, yes, to be sure. Then will you come and dine with me to-morrow, and we will finish it?"
"Thank you, I shall be very happy,"
Mr Rice Rice, junior, and Sir Hugh wished that they were good chess players. It was quite an honour to be invited to a family party at Glanyravon.
"Put the chess-table into the book-room, Winifred, and lock the door."
Mr Gwynne actually rose in the excitement of the moment.
"If the servants come they will disturb the men, and--and--all that sort of thing, you know."
Miss Gwynne and Rowland carried the chess-table into a small room, opening into the drawing-room, and duly locked the door after them.
"I suppose you are fond of chess," said Miss Gwynne for want of something to say.
"Very," said Rowland laconically, and she little knew what was pa.s.sing in his mind.
Always the same thoughts when in her presence--thoughts of mingled approbation and dislike. But she cared little what he thought of her.
"Dry and pedantic, and very disagreeable," was what she thought of him.
"Your nephew is rather a sinking-looking young man," were Lady Mary"s words to Mrs Prothero, during his temporary absence.
"Yes, he is very clever and gentlemanlike. He gained high honours at Oxford, and my cousin. Sir Philip Payne Perry, is going to procure him a London curacy,"
Lady Mary looked still more favourably upon Rowland when he returned, with a flush on his face, from the book-room.
"Do you know that young Prothero is a very handsome young man?" she said to Miss Gwynne.
"Very handsome," said Miss Gwynne, remembering her intentions for Wilhelmina. And the carriages were announced.