But the end was just what all these events predicated. When the election was over, the Tory Government had lost fifty votes in the House of Commons; but Piers Exham was Member of Parliament for the borough of Gaythorne, and Squire Atheling was the Representative of the Twenty-two Tory citizens of the village of Asketh.
CHAPTER FIFTH
ANNABEL VYNER
The first chapter of Kate"s and Piers" love-story was told to these stirring events. They were like a _trumpet obligato_ in the distance thrilling their hearts with a keener zest and a wider sympathy. True, the sympathy was not always in unison, for Piers was an inflexible partisan of his own order, yet in some directions Kate"s feelings were in perfect accord. For instance, at Exham Hall and at Atheling Manor-house, there was the same terror of the mob"s firebrand, and the same constant watch for its prevention. These buildings were not only the cherished homes of families; they were houses of national pride and record. Yet many such had perished in the unreasoning anger of mult.i.tudes mad with suffering and a sense of wrong; and the Squire and the Lord alike kept an unceasing watch over their habitations. On this subject, all were unanimous; and the fears, and frights, and suspicions relating to it drew the families into much closer sympathy.
After the election was over, there was a rapid subsidence of public feeling; the people had taken the first step triumphantly; and they were willing to wait for its results. Then the Richmoor family began to consider an immediate removal to London, and, as a preparatory courtesy, gave a large dinner party at the Castle. As Kate was not yet in society, she had no invitation; but the Squire and Mrs. Atheling were specially honoured guests.
"The Squire has been of immense service to me," said Richmoor to his d.u.c.h.ess. "A man so sincere and candid I have seldom met. He has spoken well for us, simply and to the point, and I wish you to pay marked attention to Mrs. Atheling."
"Of course, if you desire it, I will do so. Who was Mrs. Atheling? Is she likely to be detrimental in town or troublesome?"
"She is the daughter of the late Thomas Hardwicke, of Hardwicke--as you know, a very ancient county family. She had a good fortune; in fact, she brought the Squire the Manor of Belward."
"In appearance, is she presentable?"
"She was very handsome some years ago. I have not seen her for a long time."
"I dare say she has grown stout and red; and she will probably wear blue satin in honour of her husband"s Tory principles. These county dames always think it necessary to wear their party colours. I counted eleven blue satin dresses at our last election dinner."
"Even if she does wear blue satin, I should like you to be exceedingly civil to her."
"I suppose you know that Piers has been at Atheling a great deal. I heard in some way that--in fact, Duke, that Piers and Miss Atheling were generally considered lovers."
The Duke laughed. "I think I understand Piers," he said. "These incendiary terrors have drawn people together; and there has also been the election business as well. Many perfectly necessary natural causes have taken Piers to Atheling."
"Miss Atheling, for instance!"
"Oh, perhaps so! Why not? When I was a young man, I thought it both necessary and natural to have a pretty girl to ride and walk with. But riding and walking with a lovely girl is one thing; marrying her is another. Piers knows that he is expected to marry Annabel Vyner; he knows that for many reasons it will be well for him to do so. And above all other considerations, Piers puts his family and his caste."
The Duke"s absolute confidence in his son satisfied the d.u.c.h.ess. She looked upon her husband as a man of wonderful penetration and invincible wisdom. If he was not uneasy about Piers and Miss Atheling, there was no necessity for her to carry an anxious thought on the subject; and she was glad to be fully released from it. Yet she had more than a pa.s.sing curiosity about Kate"s mother. The Squire she had frequently seen, both in the pink of the hunting-field and in the quieter dress of the dinner-table. But it so happened that she had never met Mrs. Atheling; and, on entering the great drawing-room, her eyes sought the only lady present who was a stranger to her.
Mrs. Atheling was standing at the Duke"s side; and she went directly to her, taking note, as she did so, of the beauty, style, and physical grace that distinguished the lady. She saw that she wore a gown--not of blue--but of heavy black satin, that it fell away from her fine throat and shoulders, and showed her arms in all their exquisite form and colour. She saw also that her dark hair was dressed well on the top of the head in _bouillones_ curls, and that the only ornament she wore was among them,--a comb of wrought gold set with diamonds,--and that otherwise neither brooch nor bracelet, pendant nor ruffle of lace broke the n.o.ble lines of her figure or the rich folds of her gown. And the d.u.c.h.ess was both astonished and pleased with a toilet so distinguished; she a.s.sured herself in this pa.s.sing investigation that Mrs. Atheling was quite "presentable," and also probably desirable.
The favourable impression was strengthened in that hour after dinner when ladies left to their own devices either become disagreeable or confidential. The d.u.c.h.ess and Mrs. Atheling fell into the latter mood, and their early removal to London was the first topic of conversation.
"We have no house in town," said Mrs. Atheling; "but the Squire has rented one that belonged to the late General Vyner. It is in very good condition, I hear, though we may have to stay a few days at "_The Clarendon_.""
"How strange! I mean that it is strange you should have rented the General"s house. Did you make the arrangement with the Duke?"
"No, indeed; with a Mr. Pownell who is a large house agent."
"Mr. Pownell attends to the Duke"s London property. I am sure he will be delighted to know his old friend"s home is in such good hands. I wonder if you have heard that the Duke is General Vyner"s executor and the guardian of his daughter?"
Mrs. Atheling made a motion indicative of her ignorance and her astonishment, and the d.u.c.h.ess continued, "It is quite a charge everyway; but there was a life-long friendship between the two men, and Annabel will come to us almost like a daughter."
"A great charge though," answered Mrs. Atheling, "especially if she is yet to educate."
"Her education is finished. She is twenty-two years of age. It is her wealth which will make my position an anxious one. It is not an easy thing to chaperon a great heiress."
"And if she is beautiful, that will add to the difficulty," said Mrs.
Atheling.
"I have never seen Miss Vyner. I cannot tell you whether she is beautiful or not so. She joins us in London, and my first duty will be to present her at the next drawing-room."
A little sensitive pause followed this statement,--a pause so sensitive that the d.u.c.h.ess divined the desire in Mrs. Atheling"s heart; and Mrs.
Atheling felt the hesitancy and wavering inclination weighing her wish in the thoughts of the d.u.c.h.ess. A sudden, straight glance from Mrs.
Atheling"s eyes decided the question.
"I should like to present Miss Atheling at the same time, if you have no objection," she added. And Mrs. Atheling"s pleasure was so great, and her thanks so candid and positive, that the d.u.c.h.ess accepted the situation she had placed herself in with apparent satisfaction. Yet she wondered _why_ she had made the offer. She felt as if the favour had been obtained against her will. She was half afraid in the very moment of the proposal that she was doing an imprudent thing. But when she had done it, she never thought of withdrawing from a position she must have taken voluntarily. On the contrary, she affected a great interest in the event, and talked of "the ceremonies Miss Atheling must make herself familiar with," of the probable date at which the function would take place, and of the dress and ornaments fitting for the occasion. "And the young people must meet each other as soon as possible," she continued.
Then the gentlemen entered the drawing-room, and the groups scattered.
The d.u.c.h.ess left Mrs. Atheling; and Lord Exham took the chair she vacated. And the happy mother was far too simple, and too single-hearted to keep her pleasure to herself. She told Exham of the honour intended Kate, and was a little dashed by the manner in which he heard the news. He was ashamed of it himself; but he could not at once conquer the feeling of jealousy which a.s.sailed him. It was the first time that the image of Kate had been presented to him in company with any but Piers Exham; and it gave him real suffering to a.s.sociate it with the attention and admiration her beauty was sure to challenge from all and sundry who would be present at a court drawing-room. However, he made the necessary a.s.surances of pleasure, and Mrs. Atheling was not a woman who went motive hunting. She took a friend"s words at their face value.
Of course Kate was delighted, and the Squire perhaps more so; for though he pretended to think it "all a bit of nonsense," he opened his purse-strings wide, and told his wife and daughter to "help themselves." So the last few days at Atheling were set to the dreams, and hopes, and expectations of that gay social life which always has a charm for youth. The clash of party warfare, the wailing of want, the insistent claims of justice,--all these voices were temporarily hushed.
They had become monotonous and, to Kate, suddenly uninteresting. What was the pa.s.sing of a Reform Bill to a girl of nineteen, when there was such a thing as a court drawing-room in expectation?
It made her restless and anxious during the two weeks occupied by their removal from Atheling, and their settlement in London. And though the great city was full of wonder and interest, and the new splendours of the Vyner mansion very satisfactory, yet she could not enjoy these things until there was some token that the d.u.c.h.ess remembered, and intended to fulfil her promise. If only Piers had been in London! But Piers had been detained in Yorkshire, and was not expected until the formal opening of Parliament, so that Kate could only speculate, and wish, and fear, and in so doing discount her present, and forestall her future pleasures. So prodigal is youth of happiness and feeling!
However, at the end of October, Mrs. Atheling received a letter from the d.u.c.h.ess. It reminded her of the drawing-room, and asked Miss Atheling"s presence that evening in order to meet Miss Vyner, and consult with her about the dresses to be worn. The visit was to be perfectly informal; but even an informal visit to Richmoor House was a great event to Kate. And how pretty she was when she came into her father"s and mother"s presence, dressed for the occasion! Mrs.
Atheling looked at her with a smile of satisfaction, and the Squire instantly rose, and took her on his arm to the waiting carriage. This carriage was the Squire"s pet extravagance, and there was not a more splendidly-appointed equipage in London. Its horses were of the finest that Yorkshire breeds; the servant"s liveries irreproachable in taste; and when he saw his daughter"s white figure against its rich, blue linings he was satisfied with his outlay.
Richmoor House was soon reached, and Kate looked with wonder at its n.o.ble frontage, and its stone colonnades. How much greater was her wonder when she stepped into its interior vestibule! This vestibule was eighty-two feet long, by more than twelve feet wide; it was ornamented with Doric columns and fine carvings, and at each end there was a colossal staircase. Up one of these stately ways Kate was conducted into a gallery full of fine paintings, and forming the corridor on which the one hundred and fifty rooms appropriated to the use of the family opened. Here, one servant after another escorted her, until she was left with a woman-in-waiting, who led her into a tiring-room and then a.s.sisted Kate"s own maid to remove her mistress"s wrap and hood, and tie in pretty bows her white satin sandals. The simple girl felt as if she was in a dream, and she accepted all this attention with the calm composure of a dream-maiden. It was just like one of the old fairy tales she used to live in. She was an enchanted princess in an enchanted castle, and all she had to do, was to be pa.s.sive in the hands of her destiny. Transient and illogical as this feeling was, it gave to her manner a singular air of serene confidence, and the d.u.c.h.ess noticed and approved it. She was relieved at once from any apprehension of anything _malapropos_ in The Presence.
She went forward to meet Kate, and was both astonished and pleased at her _protegee"s_ appearance. The white llama in which she was gowned, its simple tr.i.m.m.i.n.g of white satin, and its pretty accessories of white slippers and gloves satisfied both the pride and the taste of the d.u.c.h.ess. Any less attention to costume she would have felt as a want of respect towards herself; any more extravagant display would have indicated vulgar display and a due want of subordination to her own rank and age. But Kate offended no feeling, and she took her by the hand and led her down the long room. At its extremity there was a group of girls: one was standing; the others were sitting on a sofa before her. The eyes of all were fastened on Kate as she approached; but she was not disturbed by this scrutiny. She had all the strength and a.s.surance which comes from a proper and moderate toilet; and she was even competent to do her own share of observation.
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The three girls sitting on the sofa offered no points of remark or speculation. They were the three Ladies Anne, Mary, and Charlotte Warwick; and all alike had the beauty of youth, the grace of n.o.ble nurture, and the pretty garments indicative of their station. But the young lady standing was of a different character. Her personality pervaded the s.p.a.ce in which she stood; she domineered with a look; and Kate knew instinctively that this girl was Annabel Vyner. The knowledge came with a little shock, a sudden failing of heart, a presentiment. She had given her hand with a pleasant impulse, and without consideration, to the Ladies Warwick; she did not offer it to Annabel; and yet she was not aware of the omission. All of these girls were intending to make a Court _debut_, and at that moment were discussing its necessities. Kate at first took little part in this discussion. Mrs. Atheling had already decided on the costume she thought most suitable for her daughter; and Kate was quite satisfied with her choice. Miss Vyner was however dictating to Lady Charlotte Warwick what she ought to wear; and Kate watched with a curious wonder this girlish oracle, laying down laws for others her equal in age, and far more than her equal in rank and social position.
Miss Vyner was not beautiful; but she possessed an irresistible fascination. She was large, and rather heavy. She reminded one of a roughhewn granite statue of old Egypt; and she was just as magnificently imposing. Her hair was long, and strong, and wavy; her eyes very black and intrepid, but capable of liquid, languishing expressions, full of enchantment. Her nose, though thick and square at the end, had wide, sensitive nostrils; and her fine, red lips showed white and dazzling teeth. But it was the sense of power and plenitude of life which she possessed which gave her that natural authority, whose influence all felt, and few a.n.a.lysed or disputed.
She was quite aware that standing was a becoming posture, and that it gave to her a certain power over the girlish figures who seemed to sit at her feet. It was not long, however, before Kate felt an instinctive rebellion against the position a.s.signed her; she knew that it put her in an unfair subordination; and she rose from her chair, and stood leaning against the Broadwood piano at her side. The action arrested Miss Vyner"s attention. She stopped speaking in the middle of a sentence, and, looking steadily at Kate, said suavely, as she pushed the chair slightly,--
"Do sit down, Miss Atheling."
"No, thank you," answered Kate. "I have been sitting all day. I am tired of sitting."
Then Annabel gave her a still more searching look, and something came into Kate"s eyes which she understood; for she smiled as she went on with her little dictation; but the thought in her heart was, "So you have thrown down the glove, Miss Atheling!"
Nothing however of this incipient defiance was noticeable; and Annabel"s attention was almost immediately afterwards diverted from her companions.
For in the middle of one of her fine descriptions of an Indian court, she observed a sudden loss of interest, and a simultaneous direction of every glance towards the upper end of the room. The d.u.c.h.ess was approaching, and with her, a young man in dinner costume. A crimson flush rushed over Kate"s neck and face; she dropped her eyes, but could not restrain the faint smile that came and went like a flash of light.