"There is an American family on board--some persons whom the Harringtons have met before in the South, and who have attempted to renew the acquaintance. The old people seem to me very coa.r.s.e, common-place persons--planters from the interior of Louisiana--rich and vulgar; but the daughter is beautiful--a blonde, with lovely hair, full of sunshine, and eyes of that deep purplish blue which one seldom sees after childhood. Her figure is pet.i.te but finely rounded. She has all the health and freshness of a child, with the sweetest graces of womanhood.
Yes, I can say this, and acknowledge the charm of her beauty, though she has given me the most wretched day I ever pa.s.sed in my life.
"James Harrington had known her before, and was rejoiced at the meeting.
When he saw her across the deck my hand was on his arm, for we were walking together. The start he gave shook off my hold and, with both hands extended, he went to meet her, glad as I had never seen him before.
"The girl blushed like a rose, and came forward to meet him, quite half way, smiling up in his face as I had never dared to smile through all the months of our domestic intercourse. My heart turned cold. I felt a strange contraction about my mouth as if all the blood were retreating from the lips, which would not syllable a word when he brought the young lady towards me and presented her.
"She looked at me earnestly, like a child who felt itself repulsed, and stood silent as if expecting me to come out of my reticence and receive her as every one evidently did.
"At last I spoke with an effort, and I dare say brusquely, for I felt that my voice sounded forced and cold.
""You are an old friend--you have known Gen. Harrington and his family before?" I said.
""Oh yes," she answered, smiling up at James. "We are old friends. How long is it, Mr. Harrington, since you taught me to ride? Indeed, Miss Crawford, I think he has taught me almost everything worth knowing that I can boast of."
"I made an effort to smile, and answered in the insincerity of my pain, that it must have been a pleasant task to instruct so lovely a pupil.
"She laughed sweetly, and replied in her childish fashion, "He used to say as much, but I am sure it was only to encourage me."
"Just then her father crossed the deck, radiant with pleasure, and shouted a greeting as he came. He was a large, heavy man, robust and genial, overshadowed by a broad Panama hat, and flourishing a large white handkerchief in his hand, as if it had been the star spangled banner, which was to open the heart of every American he met.
""Hallo! We have overtaken them at last, have we, Miss Lucy? Now I hope you are satisfied. How are you, Harrington? Did not expect to see us in this part of the world, I dare say? Is the General and Mrs. Harrington on board? Of course I might have known as much from a sight of this young lady. The General"s ward, I suppose." Here Mr. Eaton took off his Panama hat and made an elaborate bow, which I returned, striving to meet his cordiality, with some show of interest.
""Well, this is comfortable," he said, fanning himself with the broad rim of his hat, "of all countries in the world Spain is the one where an American likes to meet an American best. I don"t understand one word of their lingo, and our courier isn"t much better off--hates the Spaniards so that he never would learn their language, in hopes that it might keep any one from bringing him here. But he is a good fellow, can be trusted with untold gold. Language or no language, I wasn"t going to do without him. But it is awkward work trying to make these Spaniards understand.
Ask what you will and they answer all alike, Kiem Sabe, as if that was the answer to an honest question. Oh my boy, I"d give twice the money we got for her, that I hadn"t sold you that girl Zillah. When we took her to Cuba she pitched in and learned the language right smart; wonderful girl that; have you got her yet, Harrington?"
""She came with us to Spain," said Harrington, looking a good deal disturbed, "but you forget she was General Harrington"s purchase. I believe my mother took a fancy to her."
""Your mother! Why bless your soul, she never saw the girl till General Harrington took her home. He said that _you_ had urged him to buy her; come, come, don"t blush up like that, what the deuce do I care who fancied the girl, she was a great bargain to any one."
""Are you speaking of Zillah?" said Miss Eaton, languidly. "What a pretty creature she was. It seemed a shame to keep her with the other negroes. I remember often and often visitors mistook her for me."
""But that was before they had seen you, Lucy. The girl is well enough, but no one could mistake her for you. Such coal black hair, eyes like velvet. Yes, yes, the girl was a beauty,--one good reason why I was willing to sell her."
"James Harrington was so annoyed by the conversation, that he walked away frowning. I had never seen his n.o.ble face darken so unpleasantly before.
"Miss Eaton laughed, and followed him with a pair of sparkling eyes, that had a world of mischief in them.
""Something wrong I see. That girl will keep things stirring wherever she is; knows a heap, and far too handsome for my plantation; glad to get rid of her, if the truth must be told. Women folks were fools enough to teach her to read and write, after that she took the bits into her own mouth, and learned every thing. What do you think I would do with a fancy slave like that?"
""Father, you cannot see, but General Harrington is coming," said Miss Eaton.
""Oh, ho! my old friend, how is the lady?"
""Mrs. Harrington is quite well, the voyage has done her a world of good, long enough for a chance at health you understand. That is why we selected a sailing vessel. It isn"t going to sea at all when you get into the steamers. Where is James? I thought he came this way, his mother wants him."
""Oh, I am to blame, I drove him off talking about that girl Zillah."
""Come this way," said the General hastily, "I wish to surprise Mrs.
Harrington, she will be rejoiced to know that you are here."
"They went away together. I saw General Harrington stop his friend after they got out of hearing, and talk with him earnestly as if expostulating about something. Then I saw Mr. Eaton clap his hand on the General"s shoulders, nod his head half a dozen times, and move on as if some matter had been amicably settled between them. From that day, I never heard Mr. Eaton mention the girl Zillah again. Was it because James Harrington seemed so displeased with the subject?
"I was left alone with the young lady, who seemed so sweet and good that it was impossible to look upon her with anything but kindness. Yet I never turned towards her without a nervous thrill that almost held my breath; every line of her face, and graceful curve of her form, seemed burned on my memory from the first moment I saw her. Was this jealousy?
What had I to be jealous of? A fair girl whom he had known well, and was pleased to see in a strange country, where friends are few and unusually welcome, surely I am not so weak or wild as to give myself up to an unreasonable and unreasoning fancy like that."
CHAPTER x.x.xIX.
THAT SPANISH n.o.bLEMAN.
"Miss Eaton was enthusiastic about the scenery of the river, as the boat swept over its amber-hued waves, and the scenery became more and more Arcadian. She was a little romantic too, and fell into some childish affectations, that gave me a fair excuse for not thinking her perfect.
Upon the boat was a tall, powerful looking man, with bold black eyes, and the carriage of a person used to power of some kind. His dress was remarkable,--the short jacket of the country, b.u.t.toned and ornamented with quant.i.ties of round golden b.u.t.tons, that rattled and tinkled as he walked up and down, was ornamented with a very rich embroidery, in which gleams of crimson and brown were enwrought on the blue ground with delicate effect; a traveling cap, also richly embroidered, sat jauntingly on the side of his head. Everything about him was apparently new, and if too gorgeous, effective.
"Miss Eaton watched this man with her furtive blue eyes, as he pa.s.sed us ever and again, each time fastening his gaze on her face with a look of audacious admiration that made the blood come hotly into my cheek.
""What is he, have you any idea?" she whispered, as he pa.s.sed us for the fifth time, "some n.o.bleman I am sure. Don"t you think so, Miss Crawford?"
"I answered pleasantly, that as this was the first country of Europe that I had seen, it was impossible for me to judge what particular trait distinguished its n.o.bility. While I was saying this, a little fussy woman, wearing a showy dress and lace mantilla, came up to us and called Miss Eaton by name.
""My dear," she said, giving Lucy"s bonnet a jerk forward. "Have you seen him?"
""Who, mamma?"
""Why that duke, he pa.s.sed here just now, and I saw him looking at you--with that bonnet stuck on end, dear me!"
"Lucy began to re-arrange her bonnet, entering into her mother"s anxiety. "Was it--was it the gentleman with the b.u.t.tons, mamma. How is it now? too far forward I think,--with the b.u.t.tons?"
""Such b.u.t.tons!" interrupted the mother, "solid gold every one of "em, blue blood, every drop in his veins--any one could swear to that without telling. Did you see him, Miss?"
""Miss Crawford, mamma," said Lucy, "General Harrington"s ward, whom we have heard so much about."
"The woman looked at me keenly through an enamelled eye gla.s.s, which she carried fastened to a chain of gold, twisted around her wrist.
""Glad to make your acquaintance, Miss Crawford," she said, dropping the gla.s.s after a full survey of my person. "James has told us so much about you. Indeed, we were getting almost jealous, weren"t we, Lucy? There, there he comes again. Drop your parasol, Lucy, carelessly, you know.
Hush, hush!"
"The Spanish traveller came by us again, with his long sweeping walk and bold eyes, which he kept on the blushing face of Miss Eaton--impertinently, I thought.
"Mrs. Eaton gave me a little punch with the point of her parasol, after he had pa.s.sed.
""Struck! undoubtedly struck. Don"t you think so?"
""Oh, mamma, how can you! I"m sure it was Miss Crawford his Highness was admiring."