Besides, Capitola had not the least particle of gloom, superst.i.tion or marvelousness in her disposition. She loved old houses and old legends well enough to enjoy them; but was not sufficiently credulous to believe, or cowardly to fear, them.
She had, besides, a pleasant morning"s occupation before her, in unpacking her three trunks and arranging her wardrobe and her possessions, which were all upon the most liberal scale, for Major Warfield at every city where they had stopped had given his poor little protegee a virtual _carte blanche_ for purchases, having said to her:
"Capitola, I"m an old bachelor; I"ve not the least idea what a young girl requires; all I know is, that you have nothing but your clothes, and must want sewing and knitting needles and brushes and scissors and combs and boxes and smelling bottles and tooth powder and such. So come along with me to one of those Vanity Fairs they call fancy stores and get what you want; I"ll foot the bill."
And Capitola, who firmly believed that she had the most sacred of claims upon Major Warfield, whose resources she also supposed to be unlimited, did not fail to indulge her taste for rich and costly toys and supplied herself with a large ivory dressing-case, lined with velvet and furnished with ivory-handled combs and brushes, silver boxes and crystal bottles, a papier-mache work-box, with gold thimble, needle-case and perforator and gold-mounted scissors and winders; and an ebony writing-desk, with silver-mounted crystal standishes; each of these--boxes and desk--was filled with all things requisite in the several departments. And now as Capitola unpacked them and arranged them upon the top of her bureau, it was with no small degree of appreciation.
The rest of the forenoon was spent in arranging the best articles of her wardrobe in her bureau drawers.
Having locked the remainder in her trunks and carefully smoothed her hair, and dressed herself in a brown merino, she went down-stairs and sought out Mrs. Condiment, whom she found in the housekeeper"s little room, and to whom she said:
"Now, Mrs. Condiment, if uncle has any needlework wanted to be done, any b.u.t.tons to be sewed on, or anything of that kind, just let me have it; I"ve got a beautiful work-box, and I"m just dying to use it."
"My dear Miss Black----"
"Please to call me Capitola, or even Cap. I never was called Miss Black in my life until I came here, and I don"t like it at all!"
"Well, then, my dear Miss Cap, I wish you would wait till to-morrow, for I just came in here in a great hurry to get a gla.s.s of brandy out of the cupboard to put in the sauce for the plum-pudding, as dinner will be on the table in ten minutes."
With a shrug of her little shoulders, Capitola left the housekeeper"s room and hurried through the central front hall and out at the front door, to look about and breathe the fresh air for a while.
As she stepped upon the front piazza she saw Major Warfield walking up the steep lawn, followed by Wool, leading a pretty mottled iron-gray pony, with a side-saddle on his back.
"Ah, I"m glad you"re down, Cap! Come! look at this pretty pony! he is good for nothing as a working horse, and is too light to carry my weight, and so I intend to give him to you! You must learn to ride,"
said the old man, coming up the steps.
"Give him to me! I learn to ride! Oh, uncle! Oh, uncle! I shall go perfectly crazy with joy!" exclaimed Cap, dancing and clapping her hands with delight.
"Oh, well, a tumble or two in learning will bring you back to your senses, I reckon!"
"Oh, uncle! oh, uncle! When shall I begin?"
"You shall take your first tumble immediately after dinner, when, being well filled, you will not be so brittle and apt to break in falling!"
"Oh, uncle! I shall not fall! I feel I shan"t! I feel I"ve a natural gift for holding on!"
"Come, come; get in! get in! I want my dinner!" said Old Hurricane, driving his ward in before him to the dining-room, where the dinner was smoking upon the table.
After dinner Cap, with Wool for a riding-master, took her first lesson in equestrianism. She had the four great requisites for forming a good rider--a well-adapted figure, a fondness for the exercise, perfect fearlessness and presence of mind. She was not once in danger of losing her seat, and during that single afternoon"s exercise she made considerable progress in learning to manage her steed.
Old Hurricane, whom the genial autumn afternoon had tempted out to smoke his pipe in his armchair on the porch, was a pleased spectator of her performances, and expressed his opinion that in time she would become the best rider in the neighborhood, and that she should have the best riding-dress and cap that could be made at Tip Top.
Just now, in lack of an equestrian dress, poor Cap was parading around the lawn with her head bare and her hair flying and her merino skirt exhibiting more ankles than grace.
It was while Old Hurricane still sat smoking his pipe and making his comments and Capitola still ambled around and around the lawn that a horseman suddenly appeared galloping as fast as the steep nature of the ground would admit up toward the house, and before they could form an idea who he was the horse was at the block, and the rider dismounted and standing before Major Warfield.
"Why, Herbert, my boy, back so soon? We didn"t expect you for a week to come. This is sudden, indeed! So much the better! so much the better!
Glad to see you, lad!" exclaimed Old Hurricane, getting up and heartily shaking the hand of his nephew.
Capitola came ambling up, and in the effort to spring nimbly from her saddle tumbled off, much to the delight of Wool, who grinned from ear to ear, and of Old Hurricane, who, with an "I said so," burst into a roar of laughter.
Herbert Greyson sprang to a.s.sist her; but before he reached the spot Cap had picked herself up, straightened her disordered dress, and now she ran to meet and shake hands with him.
There was such a sparkle of joy and glow of affection in the meeting between these two that Old Hurricane, who saw it, suddenly hushed his laugh and grunted to himself:
"Humph! humph! humph! I like that; that"s better than I could have planned myself; let that go on, and then, Gabe Le Noir, we"ll see under what name and head the old divided manor will be held!"
Before his mental soliloquy was concluded, Herbert and Capitola came up to him. He welcomed Herbert again with great cordiality, and then called to his man to put up the horses, and bade the young people to follow him into the house, as the air was getting chilly.
"And how did you find your good friends, lad?" inquired Old Hurricane, when they had reached the sitting parlor.
"Oh, very well, sir! and very grateful for your offered kindness; and, indeed, so anxious to express their grat.i.tude--that--that I shortened my visit and came away immediately to tell you."
"Right, lad, right! You come by the down coach?"
"Yes, sir, and got off at Tip Top, where I hired a horse to bring me here. I must ask you to let one of your men take him back to Mr. Merry at the Antler"s Inn to-morrow."
"Surely, surely, lad! Wool shall do it!"
"And so, Herbert, the poor woman was delighted at the prospect of better times?" said Old Hurricane, with a little glow of benevolent self-satisfaction.
"Oh, yes, sir; delighted beyond all measure!"
"Poor thing! poor thing! See, young folks, how easy it is for the wealthy, by sparing a little of their superfluous means, to make the poor and virtuous happy! And the boy, Herbert, the boy?"
"Oh, sir! delighted for himself, but still more delighted for his mother; for her joy was such as to astonish and even alarm me! Before that I had thought Marah Rocke a proud woman, but----"
"What!--say that again!" exclaimed Major Warfield. "I say that I thought she was a proud woman, but----"
"Thought who was a proud woman, sir?" roared Old Hurricane.
"Marah Rocke!" replied the young man, with wonder.
Major Warfield started up, seized the chair upon which he had sat and struck it upon the ground with such force as to shatter it to pieces; then turning, he strode up and down the floor with such violence that the two young people gazed after him in consternation and fearful expectancy. Presently he turned suddenly, strode up to Herbert Greyson and stood before him.
His face was purple, his veins swollen and they stood out upon his forehead like cords, his eyes were protruded and glaring, his mouth clenched until the grizzly gray mustache and beard were drawn in, his whole huge frame was quivering from head to foot. It was impossible to tell what pa.s.sion--whether rage, grief or shame--the most possessed him, for all three seemed tearing his giant frame to pieces.
For an instant he stood speechless, and Herbert feared that he would fall into a fit; but the old giant was too strong for that! For one short moment he stood thus, and in a terrible voice he asked:
"Young man, did you--did you know--the shame that you dashed into my face with the name of that woman?"
"Sir, I know nothing but that she is the best and dearest of her s.e.x!"
exclaimed Herbert, beyond all measure amazed at what he heard and saw.
"Best and dearest!" thundered the old man. "Oh, idiot; is she still a siren, and are you a dupe? But that cannot be! No, sir! it is I whom you both would dupe! Ah, I see it all now! This is why you artfully concealed her name from me until you had won my promise! It shall not serve either you or her, sir! I break my promise thus!" bending and snapping his own cane and flinging the fragments behind his back.
"There, sir! when you can make those ends of dry cedar grow together again and bear green leaves, you may hope to reconcile Ira Warfield and Marah Rocke! I break my promise, sir, as she broke----"
The old man suddenly sank back into the nearest chair, dropped his s.h.a.ggy head and face into his hands and remained trembling from head to foot, while the convulsive heaving of his chest and the rising and falling of his huge shoulders betrayed that his heart was nearly bursting with such suppressed sobs as only can be forced from manhood by the fiercest anguish.
The young people looked on in wonder, awe and pity; and then their eyes met--those of Herbert silently inquired: