"_Mr._ Haye and Miss Cadwallader!" said Winthrop.
"To be sure. What are you thinking of? What have we been talking about?"
"You know best," said Winthrop. "My informant had brought another person upon the stage."
"Who?"
"A Mr. Cadwallader."
"There"s no such thing as a Mr. Cadwallader. It"s Haye himself; and it only shews how all a man"s wisdom may be located in one quarter of his brain and leave the other empty."
"To-morrow?" said Winthrop.
"Yes; and you and I are invited to pay our respects at eleven.
Haven"t you had an invitation?"
"I don"t know -- I have been out of town -- and for the present I must pay my respects in another direction. I must leave you, Will."
"Look here. What"s the matter with you, Winthrop?"
"Nothing at all," said Winthrop facing round upon his brother.
"Well I believe there isn"t," said Rufus, taking a prolonged look at him, -- "but somehow I was thinking -- You"re a fine- looking fellow, Winthrop!"
"You"ll find wood in the further end of the closet," said Winthrop smiling. "I am afraid Mother Hubbard"s shelves are in cla.s.sical order --that is, with nothing on them."
"I sha"n"t want anything more till dinner," said Rufus. "Where do you dine?"
"At the chop-house to-day."
"I"ll meet you there. Won"t you be home till night?"
"I never am."
"Well --till dinner," said Rufus waving his hand. And his brother left him.
Turning away from the table and his emptied dishes and fragmentary beef-bone, Rufus sat before the little fireplace, gazing into it at the red coals, and taking casual and then wistful note of various things about his brother"s apartment that told of the man that lived there.
"Spare!" -- said Rufus to himself, as his eye marked the scanty carpet, the unpainted few wooden chairs, the curtainless bed, the rough deal shelves of the closet which shewed at the open door, and the very economical chimney place, which now, the wind having gone down, did no longer smoke; -- "Spare! -- but he"ll have a better place to live in, one of these days, and will furnish it." -- And visions of mahogany and of mirrors glanced across Rufus"s imagination, how unlike the images around him and before his bodily eye. -- "Spare! -- poor fellow!
-- he"s working hard just now; but pay-time will come. And orderly, --just like him; his books piled in order on the window-sill -- his papers held down by one on the table, the clean floor, -- yes," -- and rising Rufus even went and looked into the closet. There was the little stack of wood and parcel of kindling, likewise in order; there stood Winthrop"s broom in a corner; and there hung Winthrop"s few clothes that were not folded away in his trunk. Mother Hubbard"s department was in the same spare and thoroughly kept style; and Rufus came back thoughtfully to his seat before the fire.
"Like him, every bit of it, from the books to the broom. Like him; -- his own mind is just as free from dust or confusion; rather more richly furnished. What a mind it is! and what wealth he"ll make out of it, for pocket and for name both. And I --"
Here Rufus"s lucubrations left his brother and went off upon a sea of calculations, landing at Fleet, Norton & Co. and then coming back to Mannahatta and Mr. Haye"s counting-room. He had plenty of time for them, as no business obviously could be done till the day after to-morrow.
CHAPTER XXIII.
_Touch_. All your writers do consent that ipso is he; now you are not ipse, for I am he.
_Well_. Which he, sir?
AS YOU LIKE IT.
In due course of time the morrow brought round eleven o"clock; and the two brothers took their way, whither all the world severally were taking theirs, to Mr. Haye"s house. The wedding was over and the guests were pouring in.
For some reason or other the walk was taken in grave silence, by both parties, till they were mounting the steps to the hall door.
"How do you suppose Elizabeth will like this?" Rufus whispered.
Winthrop did not say, nor indeed answer at all; and his brother"s attention was caught the next minute by Mr. Herder whom they encountered in the hall.
"How do you do?" said the naturalist grasping both his young friends" hands, -- "when did you come? and how is all wiz you?
I hope you are not going to be married!"
"Why, Mr. Herder?" said Rufus laughing.
"It is very perplexing, and does not satisfy n.o.body," said the naturalist. "So quick as a man thinks of somebody else a leetle too hard, he forgets himself altogezer; and then, he does not be sure what he is doing. Now -- dis man --"
"Isn"t he sure what he has done?" said Rufus much amused.
"No, he does not know," said Mr. Herder.
"What does his daughter think of it?"
"She looks black at it. I do not know what she is thinking. I do not want to know."
"Ha! What does she say?"
"She says nozing at all; she looks black," said the naturalist shrugging his shoulders. "Don"t you go to get married. You will not satisfy n.o.body."
"Except myself," said Rufus.
"Maybe. I do not know," said the naturalist. "A man has not no right to satisfy himself wizout he can satisfy ozer people too. I am sorry for poor Miss Elisabet"."
"I wonder how many matches would be made upon that rule!" said Rufus, as they parted and Mr. Herder joined the company within.
"They would be all matches made by other people," said Winthrop.
"And on the principle that "to-morrow never comes" -- the world would come to an end."
So they entered the drawing-rooms.
There were many people there, and certainly for the present there were few unsatisfied faces; for the bride was lovely enough and the bridegroom of consequence enough, to make compliments to them a matter of pleasure to the giver. The room was blooming with beauty and brightness. But Miss Haye was not there; and as soon as they could withdraw from the princ.i.p.al group the two brothers made their way to an inner room, where she stood, holding as it were a court of her own; and an unpropitious monarch she would have looked to her courtiers had they been real ones. Her face was as lowering as Mr. Herder had described it; settled in pain and pride; though now and then a quick change would pa.s.s over it, very like the play of lightning on a distant cloud; -- fitful, sharp, and traceless. Just as Rufus and Winthrop had made their bow, and before they had time to speak, another bow claimed Elizabeth"s return, and the tongue that went therewith was beforehand with theirs. The speaker was a well dressed and easy mannered man of the world; but with a very javelin of an eye, as ready for a throw as a knight"s lance of old, and as careless what it met in its pa.s.sage through humanity.
"You have wandered out of your sphere, Miss Elizabeth."
"What do you mean, sir?" -- was given with sufficient keenness.