CHAPTER VI.
_Containing Another Domestic Scene_.
LADY ARMINE and Glas...o...b..ry were both too much interested in the welfare of Sir Ratcliffe not to observe with deep concern that a great, although gradual, change had occurred in his character during the last five years. He had become moody and querulous, and occasionally even irritable. His const.i.tutional melancholy, long diverted by the influence of a vigorous youth, the society of a charming woman, and the interesting feelings of a father, began to rea.s.sert its ancient and essential sway, and at times even to deepen into gloom. Sometimes whole days elapsed without his ever indulging in conversation; his nights, once tranquil, were now remarkable for their restlessness; his wife was alarmed at the sighs and agitation of his dreams. He abandoned also his field sports, and none of those innocent sources of amus.e.m.e.nt, in which it was once his boast their retirement was so rich, now interested him.
In vain Lady Armine sought his society in her walks, or consulted him about her flowers. His frigid and monosyllabic replies discouraged all her efforts. No longer did he lean over her easel, or call for a repet.i.tion of his favourite song. At times these dark fits pa.s.sed away, and if not cheerful, he was at least serene. But on the whole he was an altered man; and his wife could no longer resist the miserable conviction that he was an unhappy one.
She, however, was at least spared the mortification, the bitterest that a wife can experience, of feeling that this change in his conduct was occasioned by any indifference towards her; for, averse as Sir Ratcliffe was to converse on a subject so hopeless and ungrateful as the state of his fortune, still there were times in which he could not refrain from communicating to the partner of his bosom all the causes of his misery, and these, indeed, too truly had she divined.
"Alas!" she would sometimes say as she tried to compose his restless pillow; "what is this pride to which you men sacrifice everything? For me, who am a woman, love is sufficient. Oh! my Ratcliffe, why do you not feel like your Constance? What if these estates be sold, still we are Armines! and still our dear Ferdinand is spared to us! Believe me, love, that if deference to your feelings has prompted my silence, I have long felt that it would be wiser for us at once to meet a necessary evil. For G.o.d"s sake, put an end to the torture of this life, which is destroying us both. Poverty, absolute poverty, with you and with your love, I can meet even with cheerfulness; but indeed, my Ratcliffe, I can bear our present life no longer; I shall die if you be unhappy. And oh! dearest Ratcliffe, if that were to happen, which sometimes I fear has happened, if you were no longer to love me--"
But here Sir Ratcliffe a.s.sured her of the reverse.
"Only think," she would continue, "if when we married we had voluntarily done that which we may now be forced to do, we really should have been almost rich people; at least we should have had quite enough to live in ease, and even elegance. And now we owe thousands to that horrible Bagster, who I am sure cheated your father out of house and home, and I dare say, after all, wants to buy Armine for himself."
"He buy Armine! An attorney buy Armine! Never, Constance, never! I will be buried in its ruins first. There is no sacrifice that I would not sooner make--"
"But, dearest love, suppose we sell it to some one else, and suppose after paying every thing we have thirty thousand pounds left. How well we could live abroad on the interest of thirty thousand pounds?"
"There would not be thirty thousand pounds left now!"
"Well, five-and-twenty, or even twenty. I could manage on twenty. And then we could buy a commission for dear Ferdinand."
"But to leave our child!"
"Could not he go into the Spanish service? Perhaps you could get a commission in the Spanish Guards for nothing. They must remember you there. And such a name as Armine! I have no doubt that the king would be quite proud to have another Armine in his guard. And then we could live at Madrid; and that would be so delightful, because you speak Spanish so beautifully, and I could learn it very quickly. I am very quick at learning languages, I am, indeed."
"I think you are very quick at everything, dear Constance. I am sure you are really a treasure of a wife; I have cause every hour to bless you; and, if it were not for my own sake, I should say that I wish you had made a happier marriage."
"Oh! do not say that, Ratcliffe; say anything but that, Ratcliffe. If you love me I am the happiest woman that ever lived. Be sure always of that."
"I wonder if they do remember me at Madrid!"
"To be sure they do. How could they forget you; how could they forget my Ratcliffe? I daresay you go to this day by the name of the handsome Englishman."
"Pooh! I remember when I left England before, I had no wife then, no child, but I remembered who I was, and when I thought I was the last of our race, and that I was in all probability going to spill the little blood that was spared of us in a foreign soil, oh, Constance, I do not think I ever could forget the agony of that moment. Had it been for England, I would have met my fate without a pang. No! Constance, I am an Englishman: I am proud of being an Englishman. My fathers helped to make this country what it is; no one can deny that; and no consideration in the world shall ever induce me again to quit this island."
"But suppose we do not quit England. Suppose we buy a small estate and live at home."
"A small estate at home! A small, new estate! Bought of a Mr. Hopkins, a great tallow-chandler, or some stock-jobber about to make a new flight from a Lodge to a Park. Oh no! that would be too degrading."
"But suppose we keep one of our own manors?"
"And be reminded every instant of every day of those we have lost; and hear of the wonderful improvements of our successors. I should go mad."
"But suppose we live in London?"
"Where?"
"I am sure I do not know; but I should think we might get a nice little house somewhere."
"In a suburb! a fitting lodgment for Lady Armine. No! at any rate we will have no witnesses to our fall."
"But could not we try some place near my father"s?"
"And be patronised by the great family with whom I had the good fortune of being connected. No! my dear Constance, I like your father very well, but I could not stand his eleemosynary haunches of venison, and great baskets of apples and cream-cheeses sent with the housekeeper"s duty."
"But what shall we do, dear Ratcliffe?"
"My love, there is no resisting fate. We must live or die at Armine, even if we starve."
"Perhaps something will turn up. I dreamed the other night that dear Ferdinand married an heiress. Suppose he should? What do you think?"
"Why, even then, that he would not be as lucky as his father. Good night, love!"
CHAPTER VII.
_Containing an Unexpected Visit to London, and Its Consequences._
THE day after the conversation in the library to which Glas...o...b..ry had been an unwilling listener, he informed his friends that it was necessary for him to visit the metropolis; and as young Ferdinand had never yet seen London, he proposed that he should accompany him. Sir Ratcliffe and Lady Armine cheerfully a.s.sented to this proposition; and as for Ferdinand, it is difficult to describe the delight which the antic.i.p.ation of his visit occasioned him. The three days that were to elapse before his departure did not seem sufficient to ensure the complete packing of his portmanteau: and his excited manner, the rapidity of his conversation, and the restlessness of his movements were very diverting.
"Mamma! is London twenty times bigger than Nottingham? How big is it, then? Shall we travel all night? What o"clock is it now? I wonder if Thursday will ever come? I think I shall go to bed early, to finish the day sooner. Do you think my cap is good enough to travel in? I shall buy a hat in London. I shall get up early the very first morning, and buy a hat. Do you think my uncle is in London? I wish Augustus were not at Eton, perhaps he would be there. I wonder if Mr. Glas...o...b..ry will take me to see St. Paul"s! I wonder if he will take me to the play. I"d give anything to go to the play. I should like to go to the play and St.
Paul"s! What fun it will be dining on the road!"
It did indeed seem that Thursday would never come; yet it came at last.
The travellers were obliged to rise before the sun, and drive over to Nottingham to meet their coach; so they bid their adieus the previous eve. As for Ferdinand, so fearful was he of losing the coach, that he scarcely slept, and was never convinced that he was really in time, until he found himself planted in breathless agitation outside of the Dart light-post-coach. It was the first time in his life that he had ever travelled outside of a coach. He felt all the excitement of expanding experience and advancing manhood. They whirled along: at the end of every stage Ferdinand followed the example of his fellow-travellers and dismounted, and then with sparkling eyes hurried to Glas...o...b..ry, who was inside, to inquire how he sped. "Capital travelling, isn"t it, sir? Did the ten miles within the hour. You have no idea what a fellow our coachman is; and the guard, such a fellow our guard! Don"t wait here a moment. Can I get anything for you? We dine at Mill-field. What fun!"
Away whirled the dashing Dart over the rich plains of our merry midland; a quick and dazzling vision of golden corn-fields and lawny pasture land; farmhouses embowered in orchards and hamlets shaded by the straggling members of some vast and ancient forest. Then rose in the distance the dim blue towers, or the graceful spire, of some old cathedral, and soon the spreading causeways announced their approach to some provincial capital. The coachman flanks his leaders, who break into a gallop; the guard sounds his triumphant bugle; the coach bounds over the n.o.ble bridge that spans a stream covered with craft; public buildings, guildhalls, and county gaols rise on each side. Rattling through many an inferior way they at length emerge into the High Street, the observed of all observers, and mine host of the Red Lion, or the White Hart, followed by all his waiters, advances from his portal with a smile to receive the "gentlemen pa.s.sengers."
"The coach stops here half an hour, gentlemen: dinner quite ready!"
"Tis a delightful sound. And what a dinner! What a profusion of substantial delicacies! What mighty and iris-tinted rounds of beef! What vast and marble-veined ribs! What gelatinous veal pies! What colossal hams! Those are evidently prize cheeses! And how invigorating is the perfume of those various and variegated pickles! Then the bustle emulating the plenty; the ringing of bells, the clash of thoroughfare, the summoning of ubiquitous waiters, and the all-pervading feeling of omnipotence, from the guests, who order what they please, to the landlord, who can produce and execute everything they can desire. "Tis a wondrous sight. Why should a man go and see the pyramids and cross the desert, when he has not beheld York Minster or travelled on the Road!
Our little Ferdinand amid all this novelty heartily enjoyed himself, and did ample justice to mine host"s good cheer. They were soon again whirling along the road; but at sunset, Ferdinand, at the instance of Glas...o...b..ry, availed himself of his inside place, and, wearied by the air and the excitement of the day, he soon fell soundly asleep.
Several hours had elapsed, when, awaking from a confused dream in which Armine and all he had lately seen were blended together, he found his fellow-travellers slumbering, and the mail dashing along through the illuminated streets of a great city. The streets were thickly thronged.
Ferdinand stared at the magnificence of the shops blazing with lights, and the mult.i.tude of men and vehicles moving in all directions. The guard sounded his bugle with treble energy, and the coach suddenly turned through an arched entrance into the court-yard of an old-fashioned inn. His fellow-pa.s.sengers started and rubbed their eyes.
"So! we have arrived, I suppose," grumbled one of these gentlemen, taking off his night-cap.
"Yes, gentlemen, I am happy to say our journey is finished," said a more polite voice; "and a very pleasant one I have found it. Porter, have the goodness to call me a coach."
"And one for me," added the gruff voice.
"Mr. Glas...o...b..ry," whispered the awe-struck Ferdinand, "is this London?"