"I wish you made that opinion of yours a little more evident," said Margaret, archly.
"Why, you bold little creature," returned Harriet; "advising me to tell a gentleman I admire him. What do you say to that, Aunt Singleton."
"Oh, fie! Niece Harriet," said Mrs. Singleton, shaking her head.
"No, but you don"t understand, Aunt Singleton: this is Margaret"s plan, not mine."
"Oh fie! Niece Harriet," repeated Mrs. Singleton.
"It is not my plan, is it, Margaret?" said Harriet, laughing. "By the way, do I talk hoa.r.s.ely?"
"I think you do, a little."
"Then my good uncle is right, and I am going to have a cold: my throat is very uncomfortable. I will tell you what you must do to-night--take my place at the piano with Mr. Humphries. You can sing ten times better than I can."
"But I do so dislike singing in company. People are always bored by good music."
"People, my love, are bored if you sing; but they are enraged if you don"t. Choose the least evil."
"Mr. Humphries, Miss Capel will take the first of that fine duet in Norma, "Qual cor tradisti:" you will then hear the purest mezzo soprano in England."
Mr. Humphries gave a wide smile, and offered his hand to lead Margaret to the piano. Harriet drew a low, easy chair, close to the instrument, wrapped a scarf round her throat, and gave her attention to the singing.
"How greatly you have delighted us all," said Mr. Gage to Margaret, when she left the piano; "you have never before allowed us to know that you were a very beautiful singer."
"Won"t you sing something now, Miss Conway?" asked Mr. Humphries.
"I cannot--I have a sore throat coming. You must sing for me," said Harriet.
"Dear me, I am very sorry," said Mr. Humphries, "then I am afraid you won"t be able to hunt on Thursday."
"Not a chance of it," replied Harriet. "Evan, are those new books ever coming down from London?"
"I am sorry I cannot inform you; but I am not a prophet even in the small Highland way of second sight. Only that as all the ladies are wishing to get the new novels first, one may presume that some among them are doomed to be disappointed."
"I shall send you up to town for Coningsby," said Harriet.
"There is nothing at all unreasonable in that," replied her brother calmly. "But, perhaps, it would be cheaper for me, and quite as rapid for you, if you were to order it of the T---- bookseller."
"I have a great many books at home, Miss Conway, if you want anything to read," said Mr. Humphries.
"I am much obliged; you are all kindness," returned Harriet very gravely, "I dare say _you_ read a great deal."
"No, not so much as you would think," said Mr. Humphries, all unconscious of irony; "what with hunting, and shooting, and angling--I am very fond of angling--the whole year pa.s.ses away. But my mother is always reading."
"Said mother," said Harriet, pulling Margaret close to her, and wheeling her chair a little out of the circle, "said mother has a dower-house to which to retire whenever the seal marries; so don"t let the vision of a cross old woman always reading "Nelson"s Fasts and Festivals" deter you; if you have a mind."
"Oh, Harriet! you should not make me laugh before all the people."
"No, you stand it vastly well; you look very demure I a.s.sure you. His name is _William_."
These last words p.r.o.nounced in a very pathetic tone of voice, rather tended to discompose the tranquillity upon which she had complimented her friend; but Margaret took the chair at a sufficient distance to protect her from Harriet"s provoking asides. George Gage and Mr.
Humphries came and talked to her; the other young ladies occupied the piano in turn, and so the evening pa.s.sed.
CHAPTER IV.
Young ladies, sir, are long and curious In putting on their trims; forget how day goes And then "tis their good morrow when they are ready.
I warrant ye a hundred dressings now She has surveyed--this and that fashion looked on, For ruffs and gowns.
WOMEN PLEASED.
Margaret was hardly awake the next morning, before she received a message from Harriet requesting to see her as soon as she was dressed, and having hastened this ceremony, she found her friend sitting up in bed very flushed, very hoa.r.s.e, but evidently much pleased with something.
"Do not kiss me, ma mie," said she, holding Margaret at arm"s length, "you shall not catch this cold; but look here--your ticket for the T---- ball. I was so afraid they might be all gone, as the ball takes place the day after to-morrow; but one of my few friends sent me this, so now set Mrs. Mason to work as fast as possible."
Margaret was young enough to feel elated at the thought of a ball; her eyes sparkled as she received the ticket, but recollecting the state of her friend, evidently on the borders of a severe cold, she strongly urged that they should give up all idea of the ball, it was of no consequence; certainly not worth running any risk.
Harriet was always positive in what she undertook, and she would not hear of a single objection. She meant to keep her room until they set off to the ball. She had not caught a cold but a chill, which was a very different thing; so she thrust a small bunch of keys into Margaret"s hand, and told her to run down as the chapel bell was ringing, and to take her post at the breakfast table.
Mr. Humphries was at prayers, and accompanied her from the chapel. He mustered courage to pay her some awkward compliment upon her regular attendance. But Margaret, who was very reserved upon any subject connected with the feelings, said quietly, that she was very glad to take advantage of so good a custom, and then hastened to pay her respects to Mrs. Singleton and to commence her task of tea-making.
When Mr. Gage came in, he looked surprised to see Margaret in Harriet"s place, coldly expressed his regret when he was told the reason; commended Miss Capel"s superior prudence of the preceding evening, and then sat down quietly to his breakfast, and appeared to dismiss the subject from his mind.
During the day all the people who had been staying in the house, dropped off, one by one. Mr. Evan Conway took himself to some friend"s house at the other end of the county. Mr. Gage and Mr. Humphries went out riding; and Margaret devoted herself to her friend.
At dinner, Mr. Gage did not condescend to make the commonest enquiries respecting Harriet"s progress, which Margaret thought very ill-bred. But Mr. Humphries made up for his want of civility.
Mr. Singleton, who was very fond of this young man, made the approaching ball, an excuse for asking him to stay in the house for a short time; and Mr. Humphries, nothing loth to exchange for a while the crabbed society of his honoured mother for that of two pretty and accomplished women, accepted with readiness.
Margaret pa.s.sed the evening with Harriet, who appeared much better, and in high spirits. She exhibited to Margaret her ball-dress. A black net, trimmed with cl.u.s.ters of carnations, with all the costly et ceteras of her toilet.
"You are always effective in your dress," said Margaret, looking at the gold net-work which Harriet was to wear on her head.
"That is the secret," said Harriet, "some people love to be in the fashion. Others think it distinguished to be plain; but give me effect.
There is a great deal of sly effect in your white c.r.a.pe and blush roses, little one."
For Mason, with her usual prudence, had antic.i.p.ated the materials for a ball dress, which she was now preparing with much skill and contentment.
Harriet took up her guitar and sang Margaret a Spanish song, then handing her the instrument, she bade her go on with the concert.
Margaret began a Barcarolle--presently a loud knock at the door.