"Not his equal, I suspect, in ability or knowledge."
"Oh, nothing like it; a most worthy man, respected by every one, and devotedly attached to grandpapa, but not clever."
"The Chief, I remarked, called him witty," said Sewell with a faint twinkle in his eye.
"It was done in jest. He is fond of fathering on him the smart sayings of the day, and watching his attempts to disown them."
"And Haire likes that?"
"I believe he likes grandpapa in every mood he has."
"What an invaluable friend! I wish to Heaven he could find such another for me. I want--there "s nothing I want more than some one who would always approve of me."
"Perhaps you might push this fidelity further than grandpapa does," said she, with a smile.
"You mean that it might not always be so easy to applaud _me_."
She only laughed, and made no effort to disclaim the a.s.sertion.
"Well," said he, with a sigh, "who knows but if I live to be old and rich I may be fortunate enough to have such an accommodating friend?
Who are the other "intimates" here? I ask because we are going to be domesticated also."
"I heard so this morning."
"I hope with pleasure, though you have n"t said as much."
"With pleasure, certainly; but with more misgiving than pleasure."
"Pray explain this."
"Simply that the very quiet life we lead here would not be endurable by people who like the world, and whom the world likes. We never see any one, we never go out, we-have not even those second-hand glances at society that people have who admit gossiping acquaintances; in fact, regard what you have witnessed to-day as a dinner-party, and then fashion for yourself our ordinary life."
"And do _you_ like it?"
"I know nothing else, and I am tolerably happy. If papa and Tom were here, I should be perfectly happy."
"By Jove! you startle me," said he, throwing away the unlighted cigar he had held for some minutes in his fingers; "I did n"t know it was so bad."
"It is possible he may relax for you and Mrs. Sewell; indeed, I think it more than likely that he will."
"Ay, but the relaxation might only be in favor of a few more like that old gent we had to-day. No, no; the thing will never work. I see it at once. My mother said we could not possibly stand it three weeks, and I perceive it is your opinion too."
"I did not say so much," said she, smiling.
"Joking apart," said he, in a tone that a.s.suredly bespoke sincerity, "I could n"t stand such a dinner as we had to-day very often. I can bear being bullied, for I was brought up to it. I served on Rolffe"s staff in Bombay for four years, and when a man has been an aide-de-camp he knows what being bullied means; but what I could not endure is that outpouring of conceit mingled with rotten recollections. Another evening of it would kill me."
"I certainly would not advise your coming here at that price," said she, with a gravity almost comical.
"The difficulty is how to get off. He appears to me to resent as an affront everything that differs from his own views."
"He is not accustomed to much contradiction."
"Not to any at all!"
The energy with which he said this made her laugh heartily, and he half smiled at the situation himself.
"They are coming upstairs," said she; "will you ring for tea?--the bell is beside you."
"Oh, if they "re coming I "m off. I promised my mother a short visit this evening. Make my excuses if I am asked for;" and with this he slipped from the room and went his way.
"Where"s the Colonel, Lucy? Has he gone to bed?"
"No, sir, he has gone to see his mother; he had made some engagement to visit her this evening."
"This new school of politeness is too liberal for my taste. When we were young men, Haire, we would not have ventured to leave the house where we had dined without saluting the host."
"I take it we must keep up with the spirit of our time." "You mistake, Haire,--it is the spirit of our time is in arrear. It is that same spirit lagging behind, and deserting the post it once occupied, makes us seem in default. Let us have the cribbage-board, Lucy. Haire has said all the smart things he means to give us this evening, and I will take my revenge at the only game at which I am his master. Haire, who reads men like a book, Lucy," continued the Chief, as he dealt the cards, "says that our gallant friend will rebel against our humdrum life here.
I demur to the opinion,--what say you?" But he was now deep in his game, and never heeded the answer.
CHAPTER x.x.xIV. SEWELL"S TROUBLES
"A letter for you by the post, sir, and his Lordship"s compliments to say he is waiting breakfast," were the first words which Sewell heard the next morning.
"Waiting breakfast! Tell him not to wait,--I mean, make my respects to his Lordship, and say I feel very poorly to-day,--that I think I "ll not get up just yet."
"Would you like to see Dr. Beattie, sir? He"s in the drawing-room."
"Nothing of the kind. It"s a complaint I caught in India; I manage it myself. Bring me up some coffee and rum in about an hour, and mind, don"t disturb me on any account till then. What an infernal house!"
muttered he, as the man withdrew. "A subaltern called up for morning parade has a better life than this. Nine o"clock only! What can this old a.s.s mean by this pretended activity? Upon whom can it impose? Who will believe that it signifies a rush whether he lay abed till noon or rose by daybreak?" A gentle tap came to the door, but as he made no reply there came after a pause another, a little louder. Sewell still preserved silence, and at last the sound of retiring footsteps along the corridor. "Not if I know it," muttered he to himself, as he turned round and fell off asleep again.
"The coffee, sir, and a despatch; shall I sign the receipt for you?"
said the servant, as he reappeared about noon.
"Yes; open the window a little, and leave me."
Leaning on his arm, he tore open the envelope and glanced at the signature,--"Lucy." He then read, "Send down Eccles or Beattie by next train; he is worse." He read and re-read this at least half-a-dozen times over before he bethought him of the letter that lay still unopened on the bed.
He now broke the seal; it was also from his wife, dated the preceding evening, and very brief:--
"Dear Dudley,--Captain Trafford has had a severe fall. Crescy balked at the brook and fell afterwards. Trafford was struck on the head as he rose by Mr. Creagh"s horse. It is feared the skull is fractured. You are much blamed for having asked him to ride a horse so much under his weight. All have refused to accept their bets but Kinshela the grocer.
I have written to Sir H. Trafford, and I telegraphed to him Dr. Tobin"s opinion, which is not favorable. I suppose you will come back at once; if not, telegraph what you advise to be done. Mr. Balfour is here still, but I do not find he is of much use. The veterinary decided Crescy should be shot, as the plate-bone, I think he called it, was fractured; and as he was in great pain, I consented. I hope I have done right.--Yours truly,
"Lucy Sewell."
"Here"s a go! a horse I refused four hundred and fifty for on Tuesday last! I _am_ a lucky dog, there "s no denying it. I did n"t know there was a man in Europe could have made that horse balk his fence. What a rumpus to make about a fellow getting a "cropper"! My share of the disaster is a deuced deal the worst. I "ll never chance on such a horse again. How am I to find either of these men?" muttered he, as he took up the telegram. He rang the bell violently, and scarcely ceased to pull at it till the servant entered.