The colonel"s intelligence ran a dog"s nose for a lady"s interjections.
"The romance?... at forty, fifty? gone? Miss Julinks, the great heiress and a beauty; has chosen him over the heads of all the young men of his time. Cranmer Lotsdale. Most romantic history!"
"She"s in love with that, I suppose."
"Now you direct my attention to him," said Fenellan, "the writing of the romantic history has made the texture look a trifle thready. You have a terrible eye."
It was thrown to where the person stood who had first within a few minutes helped her to form critical estimates of men, more consciously to read them.
"Your brother stays in England?"
"The fear is, that he"s off again."
"Annoying for you. If I had a brother, I would not let him go."
"How would you detain him?"
"Locks and bolts, clock wrong, hands and arms, kneeling--the fourth act of the Huguenots!"
"He went by way of the window, I think. But that was a lover."
"Oh! well!" she flushed. She did not hear the "neglected and astonished colonel speak, and she sought diversion in saying to Fenellan: "So many people of distinction are a.s.sembled here to-day! Tell me, who is that pompous gentleman, who holds his arms up doubled, as he walks?"
"Like flappers of a penguin: and advances in jerks: he is head of the great Firm of Quatley Brothers: Sir Abraham: finances or farms one of the South American Republics: we call him, Pride of Port. He consumes it and he presents it."
"And who is that little man, who stops everybody?"
"People of distinction indeed! That little man--is your upper lip underrateing him?... When a lady"s lip is erratically disdainful, it suggests a misuse of a copious treasury, deserving to be mulcted, punished--how?--who can say?--that little man, now that little man, with a lift of his little finger, could convulse the Bacon Market!"
Mrs. Blathenoy shook. Hearing Colonel Corfe exclaim:
"Bacon Market!" she let fly a peal. Then she turned to a fresh satellite, a round and a ruddy, "at her service ever," Mr. Beaves Urmsing, and repeated Fenellan"s words. He, in unfeigned wonderment at such unsuspected powers, cried: "Dear me!" and stared at the little man, making the pretty lady"s face a twinkling dew.
He had missed the Concert. Was it first-rate? Ecstasy answered in the female voice.
"Hem"d fool I am to keep appointments!" he muttered.
She reproved him: "Fie, Mr. Urmsing; it"s the making of them, not the keeping!"
"Ah, my dear ma"am, if I"d had Blathenoy"s luck when he made a certain appointment. And he was not so much older than me? The old ones get the prizes!"
Mr. Beaves Urmsing prompted Colonel Corfe to laugh in triumph. The colonel"s eyebrows were up in fixity over sleepy lids. He brightened to propose the conducting of the pretty woman to the banquet.
"We shall see them going in," said she. "Mr. Radnor has a French cook, who does wonders. But I heard him asking for Mr. Beaves Urmsing. I"m sure he expected The Marigolds at his Concert."
"Anything to oblige the company," said the rustic ready chorister, clearing his throat.
The lady"s feet were bent in the direction of a gra.s.sy knoll, where sunflowers, tulips, dahlias, peonies, of the s.e.x eclipsed at a distance its roses and lilies. Fenellan saw Dartrey, still a centre of the merchantmen, strolling thither.
"And do you know, your brother is good enough to dine with us next week, Thursday, down here," she murmured. "I could venture to command?--if you are not induced."
"Whichever word applies to a faithful subject."
"I do so wish your brother had not left the army!"
"You have one son of Mars."
Her eyes took the colonel up to cast him down: he was not the antidote.
She said to him: "Luciani"s voice wears better than her figure."
The colonel replied: "I remember," and corrected himself, "at Eton, in jackets: she was not so particularly slim; never knew how to dress. You beat Italians there! She moved one as a youngster."
"Eton boys are so susceptible!"
"Why, hulloa, don"t I remember her coming out!--and do you mean to tell me," Mr. Beaves Urmsing brutally addressed the colonel, "that you were at Eton when... why, what age do you give the poor woman, then!" He bellowed, "Eh?" as it were a bull crowing.
The colonel retreated to one of his defensive corners. "I am not aware that I meant to tell you anything."
Mr. Beaves Urmsing turned square-breasted on Fenellan: "Fellow"s a born donkey!"
"And the mother lived?" said Fenellan.
Mr. Beaves Urmsing puffed with wrath at the fellow.
Five minutes later, in the midst of the group surrounding and felicitating Victor, he had sight of Fenellan conversing with fair ones, and it struck a light in him; he went three steps backward, with shouts.
"Dam funny fellow! eh? who is he? I must have that man at my table.
Worth fifty Colonel Jacka.s.ses! And I "ve got a son in the Guards: and as much laugh in him, he "s got, as a bladder. But we"ll make a party, eh, Radnor? with that friend o" yours. Dam funny fellow! and precious little of it going on now among the young lot. They"re for seeing ghosts and gaping their jaws; all for the quavers instead of the capers."
He sounded and thrummed his roguish fling-off for the capers. A second glimpse of Fenellan agitated the anecdote, as he called it, seizing Victor"s arm, to have him out of earshot of the ladies. Delivery, not without its throes, was accomplished, but imperfectly, owing to sympathetic convulsions, under which Mr. Beaves Urmsing"s countenance was crinkled of many colours, as we see the Spring rhubarb-leaf. Unable to repeat the brevity of Fenellan"s rejoinder, he expatiated on it to convey it, swearing that it was the kind of thing done in the old days, when men were witty dogs:--"pat! and pat back! as in the pantomime."
"Repartee!" said Victor. "He has it. You shall know him. You"re the man for him."
"He for me, that he is!--"Hope the mother"s doing well? My card":--eh?
Grave as an owl! Look, there goes the donkey, lady to right and left, all ears for him--ha! ha! I must have another turn with your friend.
"Mother lived, did she?" Dam funny fellow, all of the olden time! And a dinner, bachelor dinner, six of us, at my place, next week, say Wednesday, half-past six, for a long evening--flowing bowl--eh, shall it be?"
Nesta came looking to find her Captain Dartrey.
Mr. Beaves Urmsing grew courtly of the olden time. He spied Colonel Corfe anew, and "Donkey!" rose to split the roar at his mouth, and full of his anecdote, he pursued some congenial acquaintances, crying to his host: "Wednesday, mind! eh? by George, your friend"s gizzarded me for the day!"
Plumped with the rich red stream of life, this last of the squires of old England thumped along among the guests, a very tuning-fork to keep them at their pitch of enthusiasm. He encountered Mr. Caddis, and it was an encounter. Mr. Caddis represented his political opinions; but here was this cur of a Caddis whineing his niminy note from his piminy n.o.b, when he was asked for his hearty echo of the praises of this jolly good fellow come to waken the neighbourhood, to be a blessing, a blazing hearth, a fall of manna:--and thank the Lord for him, you desertdog! "He "s a merchant prince, and he"s a prince of a man, if you"re for t.i.tles.
Eh? you "a.s.sent to my encomiums." You"ll be calling me Mr. Speaker next.
Hang me, Caddis, if those Parliamentary benches of yours aren"t freezing you from your seat up, and have got to your jaw--my belief!"
Mr. Caddis was left reflecting, that we have, in the dispensations of Providence, when we have a seat, to submit to castigations from butcherly men unaccountably commissioned to solidify the seat. He could have preached a discourse upon Success, to quiet the discontentment of the unseated. And our world of seats oddly gained, quaintly occupied, maliciously beset, insensately envied, needs the discourse. But it was not delivered, else would it have been here written down without mercy, as a medical prescript, one of the grand specifics. He met Victor, and, between his dread of him and the counsels of a position subject to stripes, he was a genial thaw. Victor beamed; for Mr. Caddis had previously stood eminent as an iceberg of the Lakelands" party. Mr.
Inchling and Mr. Caddis were introduced. The former in Commerce, the latter in Politics, their sustaining boast was, the being our stable Englishmen; and at once, with cousinly minds, they fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously. Colney Durance forsook a set of ladies for fatter prey, and listened to them. What he said, Victor did not hear. The effect was always to be seen, with Inchling under Colney.
Fenellan did better service, really good service.
Nataly played the heroine she was at heart. Why think of her as having to act a character! Twice had Carling that afternoon, indirectly and directly, stated Mrs. Burman to be near the end we c.r.a.pe a natural, a defensible, satisfaction to hear of:--not wishing it--poor woman!--but pardonably, before man and all the angels, wishing, praying for the beloved one to enter into her earthly peace by the agency of the other"s exit into her heavenly.