Emilia was lifted to her seat. Lady Charlotte sprang una.s.sisted to hers.
"Ta-ta!" she waved her fingers from her lips. The pairs then separated; one couple turning into green lanes, the other dipping to blue hills.
CHAPTER XIX
Gossip of course was excited on the subject of the choice of a partner made by the member for the county. Cornelia placed her sisters in one of their most pleasing of difficulties. She had not as yet pledged her word. It was supposed that she considered it due to herself to withhold her word for a term. The rumour in the family was, that Sir Twickenham appreciated her hesitation, and desired that he might be intimately known before he was finally accepted. When the Tinleys called, they heard that Cornelia"s acceptance of the baronet was doubtful. The Copleys, on the other hand, distinctly understood that she had decided in his favour. Owing to the amiable dissension between the Copleys and the Tinleys, each party called again; giving the ladies of Brookfield further opportunity for studying one of the levels from which they had risen. Arabella did almost all the fencing with Laura Tinley, contemptuously as a youth of station returned from college will turn and foil an ill-conditioned villager, whom formerly he has encountered on the green.
"Had they often met, previous to the... the proposal?" inquired Laura; and laughed: "I was going to say "popping.""
"Pray do not check yourself, if a phrase appears to suit you," returned Arabella.
"But it was in the neighbourhood, was it not?"
"They have met in the neighbourhood."
"At Richford?"
"Also at Richford."
"We thought it was sudden, dear; that"s all."
"Why should it not be?"
"Perhaps the best things are, it is true."
"You congratulate us upon a benefit?"
"He is to be congratulated seriously. Naturally. When she decides, let me know early, I do entreat you, because... well, I am of a different opinion from some people, who talk of another attachment, or engagement, and I do not believe in it, and have said so."
Rising to depart, Laura Tinley resumed: "Most singular! You are aware, of course, that poor creature, our organist--I ought to say yours--who looked (it was Mr. Sumner I heard say it--such a good thing!) as if he had been a gentleman in another world, and was the ghost of one in this: really one of the cleverest things! but he is clever!--Barrett"s his name: Barrett and some: musical name before it, like Handel. I mean one that we are used to. Well, the man has totally and unexpectedly thrown up his situation."
"His appointment," said Arabella. Permitting no surprise to be visible, she paused: "Yes. I don"t think we shall give our consent to her filling the post."
Laura let it be seen that her adversary was here a sentence too quick for her.
"Ah! you mean your little Miss Belloni?"
"Was it not of her you were thinking?"
"When?" asked Laura, shamefully bewildered.
"When you alluded to Mr. Barrett"s vacant place."
"Not at the moment."
"I thought you must be pointing to her advancement."
"I confess it was not in my mind."
"In what consisted the singularity, then?"
"The singularity?"
"You prefaced your remarks with the exclamation, "Singular!""
Laura showed that Arabella had pa.s.sed her guard. She hastened to compliment her on her kindness to Emilia, and so sheathed her weapon for the time, having just enjoyed a casual inspection of Mrs. Chump entering the room, and heard the brogue an instant.
"Irish!" she whispered, smiling, with a sort of astonished discernment of the nationality, and swept through the doorway: thus conveying forcibly to Arabella her knowledge of what the ladies of Brookfield were enduring: a fine Parthian shot.
That Cornelia should hold a notable county man, a baronet and owner of great acres, in a state between acceptance and rejection, was considered high policy by the ladies, whom the idea of it elevated; and they encouraged her to pursue this course, without having a suspicion, shrewd as they were, that it was followed for any other object than the honour of the family. But Mr. Pole was in the utmost perplexity, and spoke of baronets as things almost holy, to be kneeled to, prayed for. He was profane. "I thought, papa," said Cornelia, "that women conferred the favour when they gave their hands!"
It was a new light to the plain merchant. "How should you say if a Prince came and asked for you?"
"Still that he asked a favour at my hands."
"Oh!" went Mr. Pole, in the voice of a man whose reason is outraged.
The placidity of Cornelia"s reply was not without its effect on him, nevertheless. He had always thought his girls extraordinary girls, and born to be distinguished. "Perhaps she has a lord in view," he concluded: it being his constant delusion to suppose that high towering female sense has always a practical aim at a material thing. He was no judge of the s.e.x in its youth. "Just speak to her," he said to Wilfrid.
Wilfrid had heard from Emilia that there was a tragic background to this outward placidity; tears on the pillow at night and long vigils. Emilia had surprised her weeping, and though she obtained no confidences, the soft mood was so strong in the stately lady, that she consented to weep on while Emilia clasped her. Pet.i.tioning on her behalf to Wilfrid for aid, Emilia had told him the scene; and he, with a man"s stupidity, alluded to it, not thinking what his knowledge of it revealed to a woman.
"Why do you vacillate, and keep us all in the dark as to what you mean?"
he began.
"I am not prepared," said Cornelia; the voice of humility issuing from a monument.
"One of your oracular phrases! Are you prepared to be straightforward in your dealings?"
"I am prepared for any sacrifice, Wilfrid."
"The marrying of a man in his position is a sacrifice!"
"I cannot leave papa."
"And why not?"
"He is ill. He does not speak of it, but he is ill. His actions are strange. They are unaccountable."
"He has an old friend to reside in his house?"
"It is not that. I have noticed him. His mind...he requires watching."
"And how long is it since you made this discovery?"
"One sees clearer perhaps when one is not quite happy."
"Not happy! Then it"s for him that you turn the night to tears?"