"Certainly!" said Charlton; "and I"m quite willing ? but it never reaches quite such a towering height on our side the water."
"I am sure I don"t know how that may be," said Fleda; "but I know I have heard a lady, an enlightened, gentle-tempered American lady, so called ? I have heard her talk to a poor Irishwoman with whom she had nothing in the world to do, in a style that moved my indignation ? it stirred my blood! ? and there was nothing whatever to call it out. "All the blood of all the Howards," I hope, would not have disgraced itself so."
"What business have you to "hope" anything about it?"
"None ? except from the natural desire to find what one has a right to look for. But, indeed, I wouldn"t take the blood of all the Howards for any security: pride, as well as high- breeding, is a thing of natural not advent.i.tious growth: it belongs to character, not circ.u.mstance."
"Do you know that your favourite, Mr. Carleton, is nearly connected with those same Howards, and quarters their arms with his own?"
"I have a very vague idea of the dignity implied in that expression of "quartering arms," which comes so roundly out of your mouth, Charlton," said Fleda, laughing. "No, I didn"t know it. But, in general, I am apt to think that pride is a thing which reverses the usual rules of architecture, and builds highest on the narrowest foundations."
"What do you mean?"
"Never mind," said Fleda; "if a meaning isn"t plain, it isn"t worth looking after. But it will not do to measure pride by its supposed materials. It does not depend on them, but on the individual. You everywhere see people a.s.sert that most of which they feel least sure, and then it is easy for them to conclude that where there is so much more of the reality, there must be proportionably more of the a.s.sertion. I wish some of our gentlemen and ladies, who talk of pride where they see, and can see nothing but the habit of wealth; I wish they could see the universal politeness with which Mr. Carleton returns the salutes of his inferiors. Not more respectfully they lift their hats to him than he lifts his to them ? unless when he speaks."
"You have seen it?"
"Often."
"Where?"
"In England, at his own place, among his own servants and dependents. I remember very well, it struck even my childish eyes."
"Well, after all, that is nothing still but a refined kind of haughtiness."
"It is a kind that I wish some of our Americans would copy,"
said Fleda.
"But, dear Fleda," said Mrs. Rossitur, "all Americans are not like that lady you were talking of ? it would be very unfair to make her a sample. I don"t think I ever heard any one speak so in my life ? you never heard me speak so."
"Dear aunt Lucy! ? no ? I was only giving instance for instance. I have no idea that Mr. Carleton is a type of Englishmen in general ? I wish he were. But I think it is the very people that cry out against superiority, who are the most happy to a.s.sert their own where they can; the same jealous feeling that repines on the one hand, revenges itself on the other."
"Superiority of what kind?" said Charlton, stiffly.
"Of any kind ? superiority of wealth, or refinement, or name, or standing. Now, it does not follow that an Englishman is proud because he keeps liveried servants, and it by no means follows that an American lacks the essence of haughtiness because he finds fault with him for doing so."
"I dare say some of our neighbours think we are proud," said Hugh, "because we use silver forks instead of steel."
"Because we"re _too good for steel forks_, you ought to say,"
said Fleda. "I am sure they think so. I have been given to understand as much. Barby, I believe, has a good opinion of us, and charitably concludes that we mean right; but some other of our country friends would think I was far gone in uppishness if they knew that I never touch fish with a steel knife; and it wouldn"t mend the matter much to tell them that the combination of flavours is disagreeable to me ? it hardly suits the doctrine of liberty and equality that my palate should be so much nicer than theirs."
"Absurd!" said Charlton.
"Very," said Fleda; "but on which side, in all probability, is the pride?"
"It wasn"t for liveried servants that I charged Mr. Carleton,"
said her cousin. "How do the Evelyns like this paragon of yours?"
"Oh, everybody likes him, " said Fleda, smiling, "except you and your friend, Mr. Thorn."
"Thorn don"t like him, eh?"
"I think not."
"What do you suppose is the reason?" said Charlton, gravely.
"I don"t think Mr. Thorn is particularly apt to like anybody,"
said Fleda, who knew very well the original cause of both exceptions, but did not like to advert to it.
"Apparently you don"t like Mr. Thorn?" said Mr. Rossitur, speaking for the first time.
"I don"t know who does, Sir, much ? except his mother."
"What is he?"
"A man not wanting in parts, Sir, and with considerable force of character ? but I am afraid more for ill than good. I should be very sorry to trust him with anything dear to me."
"How long were you in forming that opinion?" said Charlton, looking at her curiously.
"It was formed, substantially, the first evening I saw him, and I have never seen cause to alter it since."
The several members of the family therewith fell into a general muse, with the single exception of Hugh, whose eyes and thoughts seemed to be occupied with Fleda"s living presence. Mr. Rossitur then requested that breakfast might be ready very early ? at six o"clock.
"Six o"clock!" exclaimed Mrs. Rossitur.
"I have to take a long ride, on business, which must be done early in the day."
"When will you be back?"
"Not before nightfall."
"But going on _another_ business journey!" said Mrs. Rossitur.
"You have but just these few hours come home from one."
"Cannot breakfast be ready?"
"Yes, uncle Rolf," said Fleda, bringing her bright face before him ? "ready at half-past five, if you like ? now that _I_ am to the fore, you know."
He clasped her to his breast and kissed her again, but with a face so very grave that Fleda was glad n.o.body else saw it.
Then Charlton went, averring that he wanted at least a night and a half of sleep between two such journeys as the one of that day and the one before him on the next ? especially as he must resign himself to going without anything to eat. Him also Fleda laughingly promised that, precisely half an hour before the stage time, a cup of coffee and a roll should be smoking on the table, with whatever substantial appendages might be within the bounds of possibility, or the house.
"I will pay you for that beforehand with a kiss," said he.
"You will do nothing of the kind," said Fleda, stepping back; "a kiss is a favour taken, not given ? and I am entirely ignorant what you have done to deserve it."
"You make a curious difference between me and Hugh," said Charlton, half in jest, half in earnest.
"Hugh is my brother, Captain Rossitur," said Fleda, smiling ?