"And I adopt you from this day," says the dowager; "and I wish I was richer, for your sake, son Esmond," she added, with a wave of her hand; and as Mr. Esmond dutifully went down on his knee before her ladyship, she cast her eyes up to the ceiling (the gilt chandelier, and the twelve wax candles in it, for the party was numerous), and invoked a blessing from that quarter upon the newly adopted son.
"Dear Frank," says the other viscountess, "how fond he is of his military profession! He is studying fortification very hard. I wish he were here.
We shall keep his coming of age at Castlewood next year."
"If the campaign permit us," says Mr. Esmond.
"I am never afraid when he is with you," cries the boy"s mother. "I am sure my Henry will always defend him."
"But there will be a peace before next year; we know it for certain,"
cries the maid of honour. "Lord Marlborough will be dismissed, and that horrible d.u.c.h.ess turned out of all her places. Her Majesty won"t speak to her now. Did you see her at Bushy, Harry? she is furious, and she ranges about the park like a lioness, and tears people"s eyes out."
"And the Princess Anne will send for somebody," says my lady of Chelsea, taking out her medal and kissing it.
"Did you see the king at Oudenarde, Harry?" his mistress asked. She was a stanch Jacobite, and would no more have thought of denying her king than her G.o.d.
"I saw the young Hanoverian only:" Harry said, "the Chevalier de St.
George--"
"The king, sir, the king!" said the ladies and Miss Beatrix; and she clapped her pretty hands, and cried, "Vive le Roy!"
By this time there came a thundering knock, that drove in the doors of the house almost. It was three o"clock, and the company were arriving; and presently the servant announced Captain Steele and his lady.
Captain and Mrs. Steele, who were the first to arrive, had driven to Kensington from their country-house, the Hovel at Hampton Wick, "Not from our mansion in Bloomsbury Square," as Mrs. Steele took care to inform the ladies. Indeed Harry had ridden away from Hampton that very morning, leaving the couple by the ears; for from the chamber where he lay, in a bed that was none of the cleanest, and kept awake by the company which he had in his own bed, and the quarrel which was going on in the next room, he could hear both night and morning the curtain lecture which Mrs. Steele was in the habit of administering to poor d.i.c.k.
At night it did not matter so much for the culprit; d.i.c.k was fuddled, and when in that way no scolding could interrupt his benevolence. Mr. Esmond could hear him coaxing and speaking in that maudlin manner, which punch and claret produce, to his beloved Prue, and beseeching her to remember that there was a _distiwisht officer ithe nex roob_, who would overhear her. She went on, nevertheless, calling him a drunken wretch, and was only interrupted in her harangues by the captain"s snoring.
In the morning, the unhappy victim awoke to a headache and consciousness, and the dialogue of the night was resumed. "Why do you bring captains home to dinner when there"s not a guinea in the house? How am I to give dinners when you leave me without a shilling? How am I to go trapesing to Kensington in my yellow satin sack before all the fine company? I"ve nothing fit to put on; I never have:" and so the dispute went on-Mr.
Esmond interrupting the talk when it seemed to be growing too intimate by blowing his nose as loudly as ever he could, at the sound of which trumpet there came a lull. But d.i.c.k was charming, though his wife was odious, and "twas to give Mr. Steele pleasure, that the ladies of Castlewood, who were ladies of no small fashion, invited Mrs. Steele.
Besides the captain and his lady, there was a great and notable a.s.semblage of company: my lady of Chelsea having sent her lackeys and liveries to aid the modest attendance at Kensington. There was Lieutenant-General Webb, Harry"s kind patron, of whom the dowager took possession, and who resplended in velvet and gold lace; there was Harry"s new acquaintance, the Right Honourable Henry St. John, Esquire, the general"s kinsman, who was charmed with the Lady Castlewood, even more than with her daughter; there was one of the greatest n.o.blemen in the kingdom, the Scots Duke of Hamilton, just created Duke of Brandon in England; and two other n.o.ble lords of the Tory party, my Lord Ashburnham, and another I have forgot; and for ladies, her grace the d.u.c.h.ess of Ormonde and her daughters, the Lady Mary and the Lady Betty, the former one of Mistress Beatrix"s colleagues in waiting on the queen.
"What a party of Tories!" whispered Captain Steele to Esmond, as we were a.s.sembled in the parlour before dinner. Indeed, all the company present, save Steele, were of that faction.
Mr. St. John made his special compliments to Mrs. Steele, and so charmed her that she declared she would have Steele a Tory too.
"Or will you have me a Whig?" says Mr. St. John. "I think, madam, you could convert a man to anything."
"If Mr. St. John ever comes to Bloomsbury Square I will teach him what I know," says Mrs. Steele, dropping her handsome eyes. "Do you know Bloomsbury Square?"
"Do I know the Mall? Do I know the Opera? Do I know the reigning toast?
Why, Bloomsbury is the very height of the mode," says Mr. St. John. ""Tis _rus in urbe_. You have gardens all the way to Hampstead, and palaces round about you-Southampton House and Montague House."
"Where you wretches go and fight duels," cries Mrs. Steele.
"Of which the ladies are the cause!" says her entertainer. "Madam, is d.i.c.k a good swordsman? How charming the _Tatler_ is! We all recognized your portrait in the 49th number, and I have been dying to know you ever since I read it. "Aspasia must be allowed to be the first of the beauteous order of love." Doth not the pa.s.sage run so? "In this accomplished lady love is the constant effect, though it is never the design; yet though her mien carries much more invitation than command, to behold her is an immediate check to loose behaviour, and to love her is a liberal education." "
"Oh, indeed!" says Mrs. Steele, who did not seem to understand a word of what the gentleman was saying.
"Who could fail to be accomplished under such a mistress?" says Mr. St.
John, still gallant and bowing.
"Mistress! upon my word, sir!" cries the lady. "If you mean me, sir, I would have you know that I am the captain"s wife."
"Sure we all know it," answers Mr. St. John, keeping his countenance very gravely; and Steele broke in, saying, ""Twas not about Mrs. Steele I writ that paper-though I am sure she is worthy of any compliment I can pay her-but of the Lady Elizabeth Hastings."(14)
"I hear Mr. Addison is equally famous as a wit and a poet," says Mr. St.
John. "Is it true that his hand is to be found in your _Tatler_, Mr.
Steele?"
"Whether "tis the sublime or the humorous, no man can come near him,"
cries Steele.
"A fig, d.i.c.k, for your Mr. Addison!" cries out his lady: "a gentleman who gives himself such airs and holds his head so high now. I hope your ladyship thinks as I do: I can"t bear those very fair men with white eyelashes-a black man for me." (All the black men at table applauded, and made Mrs. Steele a bow for this compliment.) "As for this Mr. Addison,"
she went on, "he comes to dine with the captain sometimes, never says a word to me, and then they walk upstairs, both tipsy, to a dish of tea. I remember your Mr. Addison when he had but one coat to his back, and that with a patch at the elbow."
"Indeed-a patch at the elbow! You interest me," says Mr. St. John. ""Tis charming to hear of one man of letters from the charming wife of another."
"Law, I could tell you ever so much about "em," continues the voluble lady. "What do you think the captain has got now?-a little hunchback fellow-a little hop-o"-my-thumb creature that he calls a poet-a little Popish brat!"
"Hush, there are two in the room," whispers her companion.
"Well, I call him Popish because his name is Pope," says the lady. ""Tis only my joking way. And this little dwarf of a fellow has wrote a pastoral poem-all about shepherds and shepherdesses, you know."
"A shepherd should have a little crook," says my mistress, laughing from her end of the table: on which Mrs. Steele said, "She did not know, but the captain brought home this queer little creature when she was in bed with her first boy, and it was a mercy he had come no sooner; and d.i.c.k raved about his _genus_, and was always raving about some nonsense or other."
"Which of the _Tatlers_ do you prefer, Mrs. Steele?" asked Mr. St. John.
"I never read but one, and think it all a pack of rubbish, sir," says the lady. "Such stuff about Bickerstaffe, and Distaff, and Quarterstaff, as it all is! There"s the captain going on still with the burgundy-I know he"ll be tipsy before he stops-Captain Steele!"
"I drink to your eyes, my dear," says the captain, who seemed to think his wife charming, and to receive as genuine all the satiric compliments which Mr. St. John paid her.
All this while the maid of honour had been trying to get Mr. Esmond to talk, and no doubt voted him a dull fellow. For, by some mistake, just as he was going to pop into the vacant place, he was placed far away from Beatrix"s chair, who sat between his grace and my Lord Ashburnham, and shrugged her lovely white shoulders, and cast a look as if to say, "Pity me," to her cousin. My lord duke and his young neighbour were presently in a very animated and close conversation. Mrs. Beatrix could no more help using her eyes than the sun can help shining, and setting those it shines on a-burning. By the time the first course was done the dinner seemed long to Esmond: by the time the soup came he fancied they must have been hours at table: and as for the sweets and jellies he thought they never would be done.
At length the ladies rose, Beatrix throwing a Parthian glance at her duke as she retreated; a fresh bottle and gla.s.ses were fetched, and toasts were called. Mr. St. John asked his grace the Duke of Hamilton and the company to drink to the health of his grace the Duke of Brandon. Another lord gave General Webb"s health, "and may he get the command the bravest officer in the world deserves." Mr. Webb thanked the company, complimented his aide de camp, and fought his famous battle over again.
"_Il est fatiguant_," whispers Mr. St. John, "_avec sa trompette de Wynendael_."
Captain Steele, who was not of our side, loyally gave the health of the Duke of Marlborough, the greatest general of the age.
"I drink to the greatest general with all my heart," says Mr. Webb; "there can be no gainsaying that character of him. My gla.s.s goes to the general, and not to the duke, Mr. Steele." And the stout old gentleman emptied his b.u.mper; to which d.i.c.k replied by filling and emptying a pair of brimmers, one for the general and one for the duke.
And now his grace of Hamilton, rising up, with flashing eyes (we had all been drinking pretty freely), proposed a toast to the lovely, to the incomparable Mrs. Beatrix Esmond; we all drank it with cheers, and my Lord Ashburnham especially, with a shout of enthusiasm.
"What a pity there is a d.u.c.h.ess of Hamilton," whispers St. John, who drank more wine and yet was more steady than most of the others, and we entered the drawing-room where the ladies were at their tea. As for poor d.i.c.k, we were obliged to leave him alone at the dining-table, where he was hiccupping out the lines from the _Campaign_, in which the greatest poet had celebrated the greatest general in the world; and Harry Esmond found him, half an hour afterwards, in a more advanced stage of liquor, and weeping about the treachery of Tom Boxer.
The drawing-room was all dark to poor Harry, in spite of the grand illumination. Beatrix scarce spoke to him. When my lord duke went away, she practised upon the next in rank, and plied my young Lord Ashburnham with all the fire of her eyes and the fascinations of her wit. Most of the party were set to cards, and Mr. St. John, after yawning in the face of Mrs. Steele, whom he did not care to pursue any more, and talking in his most brilliant animated way to Lady Castlewood, whom he p.r.o.nounced to be beautiful, of a far higher order of beauty than her daughter, presently took his leave, and went his way. The rest of the company speedily followed, my Lord Ashburnham the last, throwing fiery glances at the smiling young temptress, who had bewitched more hearts than his in her thrall.
No doubt, as a kinsman of the house, Mr. Esmond thought fit to be the last of all in it; he remained after the coaches had rolled away-after his dowager aunt"s chair and flambeaux had marched off in the darkness towards Chelsea, and the town"s-people had gone to bed, who had been drawn into the square to gape at the unusual a.s.semblage of chairs and chariots, lackeys and torchmen. The poor mean wretch lingered yet for a few minutes, to see whether the girl would vouchsafe him a smile, or a parting word of consolation. But her enthusiasm of the morning was quite died out, or she chose to be in a different mood. She fell to joking about the dowdy appearance of Lady Betty, and mimicked the vulgarity of Mrs. Steele; and then she put up her little hand to her mouth and yawned, lighted a taper, and shrugged her shoulders, and dropping Mr. Esmond a saucy curtsy, sailed off to bed.