"No, don"t despise her," he said. "She could scarcely be expected to wait for a corporal in the Scottish regiment. When the cavaliers sailed from home they knew they were leaving every thing but honor behind them; of course, their mistresses went with the other luxuries. They had not many of these in the brigade, if we can believe history. Fortunately for us (or we should have missed the song) Finland never knew of the "fresh fere" who dried the bright blue eyes so soon. He would not have carried his pike so cheerily either, if his eyes had been good enough to see across the German Ocean. Well, perhaps the story isn"t true; very few melodramatic legends are."
"I shall try not to believe it; but I am afraid you have destroyed an illusion."
"You don"t say so?" was the reply. "I regret it extremely. If I had but known you carried such things about with you! Indeed, I will be more careful for the future. We are out-walking the main-guard, I see. Shall we wait for them here? It is a good point of view. One forgets that there are two invalids to be considered."
Did Royston Keene speak thus purposely, on the principle of those practiced periodical writers, who always leave their hero in extreme peril, or their heroine on the verge of a moral precipice, in order to keep our curiosity tense till the next number? If not, chance favored him by producing the very effect he would have desired.
His companion"s fair cheek flashed again, and this time a little vexation had something to say to it. It was incontestably correct to wait for the rest of the party, but she would have preferred originating the suggestion. Besides, the conversation had begun to interest her; and she liked being amused too well not to be sorry for its being cut short abruptly. She thought Major Keene talked epigrammatically; and the undercurrent of irony that ran through all he said was not so obtrusive as to seriously offend her.
It was no light ordeal he had just pa.s.sed through. First impressions are not made on women of Cecil Tresilyan"s cla.s.s so easily as they are upon guileless _debutantes_; but they are far more important and lasting. It is useless attempting to pa.s.s off counterfeit coin on those expert money-changers; but they value the pure gold all the more when it rings sharp and true. It is always so with those who have once been Queens of Beauty. A certain imperial dignity attaches to them long after they have ceased to reign: over the brows that have worn worthily the diadem there still hangs the phantasm of a shadowy crown. There need be nothing of repellent haughtiness, or, what is worse, of evident condescension; but, though they are perfectly gentle and good-natured, we risk our little sallies and sarcasms with timidity, or at least diffidence; feeling especially that a commonplace compliment would be an inexcusable profanation. Our sword may be ready and keen enough against others, but before _them_ we lower its point, as the robber did to Queen Margaret in the lonely wood. We are conscious of treading on ground where stronger, and wiser, and better men have knelt before us; and own that the altar on which things so rare and precious have been laid has a right to be fastidious as to the quality of incense.
Not the less did such glory of past royalty surround the Tresilyan because she had abdicated, and never been dethroned.
CHAPTER VI.
There is something singularly refreshing in the enthusiasm that one pretty and fascinating woman will display when speaking of another highly gifted as herself--perhaps even more so. It seems to me there is more honesty here, and less stage-trick and conventionality, than is to be found in most manifestations of sentiment that take place in polite society. A perfectly plain and unattractive female may, of course, be sincerely attached to her beautiful friend, but her partisanship must be somewhat theoretical; it has not the _esprit de corps_ which characterizes the other cla.s.s. These last can count victories enough of their own to be able to sympathize heartily with the triumphs of their fellows without envying or grudging them one. What does it matter if Rose has slain her thousands and Lilian her tens of thousands? It is always "so much scored up to our side."
Would you like to a.s.sist, invisibly, at one of those two-handed "free-and-easies," where notes are compared and confidences exchanged, where the fair warriors "shoulder their _fans_, and show how fields were won?" Perhaps our vanity would suffer though our curiosity were gratified. The proverb about listeners has come in since the time of Gyges, it is true; but his luck was exceptional, and would not often follow his Ring. Campaspe _en deshabille_ is not invariably kind. It is a popular superst.i.tion that men are apt, at certain seasons, to speak rather lightly, if not superciliously, of the beings whom they ought to delight to honor. If so, be sure the medal has its reverse. When you secured that gardenia from Amy"s bouquet, or that ribbon from Helen"s glove tr.i.m.m.i.n.g, you went home with a placid sense of self-gratulation, flattering yourself you had done it rather diplomatically, without compromising your boasted freedom by word or sign. Perhaps, two hours later, you figured conspicuously in a train of shadowy captives adorning the conqueror"s ideal ovation. A change of color of which you were unconscious, a tremulous pressure of fingers that you risked involuntarily--a sentence that was meant to be careless and indifferent, but ended by being earnest and imploring--all these were commented upon in the select committee, and estimated at their proper value.
Very keen-sighted are those soft almond eyes ambushed behind their trailing lashes, and from them the sternest stoic may not long conceal his wound. The Knight of Persia never groaned, or shrank, or drooped his crest when the quarrel struck him; but Amala needed only to look down to see his blood red upon the waters of the ford. Some penalty must attach itself to unauthorized intruders, even in thought, upon the _Cerealia_.
I don"t wish to be disagreeable, or to suggest unpleasant misgivings to the masculine mind, but--do you think we are always compa.s.sionated as much as we deserve? I own to a horrible suspicion that our betrayals of weakness form matter of exultation, and that our tenderest emotions are not unfrequently derided.
Clearly this delightful sympathy can only exist where fancies, and ambitions, and interests do not clash. They seldom need do so: there is room enough for all. So much disposable devotion is abroad in this world, that no one woman can monopolize it. It is a tolerably fair handicap, on the whole; and even the second horse may land a very satisfactory stake. Never was night when the moon shone so dazzlingly as to blind us to the brilliancy of "a star or two beside." Bothwell, and Chatelet, and Rizzio were not the only love-stricken ones in Holyrood.
Had the Queen of Scots been thrice as charming, glances, and sighs, and words enough would still have been found to satisfy the most exacting of her Maries.
f.a.n.n.y Molyneux was a capital specimen of the thorough-paced partisan.
She was terribly indignant at dinner on that first day of their meeting, when Major Keene would not endorse _all_ her raptures about her favorite. He a.s.sented to every thing, certainly; but though his approbation was decided it was perfectly calm. He intrenched himself behind his natural and acquired _sang-froid_, and the fair a.s.sailant could not force those lines.
"Don"t be unreasonable," Royston said at last. "As Macdonough always says when he has lost the first two rubbers, "the night is young and drink is plenty." Admiration will develop itself if you only give it time. I have serious thoughts already of adding another to the many little poems that must have been written about Miss Tresilyan. Shall I send it to the "United Service Gazette?" It would be a great credit to our branch of the profession. No dragoon has published a rhyme since Lovelace, I believe. I"ve got as far as the first line:
Ah, Cecil! hide those eyes of blue."
"I think I"ve heard something very like that before," f.a.n.n.y answered, laughing. "She deserves a prettier compliment than a _rechauffe_."
"Have you heard it before? Well, I shouldn"t wonder. You don"t expect one to be original and enthusiastic at the same moment, when both are out of one"s line? I own it, though. Your princess merits all the va.s.salage she has found--better than she will meet with here--if only for the perfection of her costume. That _is_ a triumph. Honor to the artist who built her hat. I drink to him now, and I wish the Burgundy were worthier of the toast. (Hal, this Corton does not improve.) I should advise you to secure the address of her _bottier_. You know her well enough to ask for it, perhaps? It must be a secret."
"Then you have not found out how very clever she is?"
"Pardon me," was the reply; "I can imagine Miss Tresilyan perfectly well educated; so well, that she might dispense with carrying about a living voucher in the shape of that dreadful _ex-inst.i.tutrice_. I never knew what makes very nice women cling so to very disagreeable governesses.
Perhaps there is a satisfaction in patronizing where you have been ruled, and in conferring favors where you have only received "impositions"--a pleasant consciousness of returning good for evil.
There is no other rational way of accounting for it."
_La mignonne_ was not indignant now, as might have been expected; but she gazed at the speaker long and more searchingly than was her wont, with something very like pity in her kind, earnest eyes.
"I suppose you would not sneer so at every thing if you could help it,"
she said. "I am not wise enough to do so; but I don"t envy you."
Royston"s hard cold face changed for an instant, and the faintest flush lingered there, about as long as your breath would upon polished steel.
It was not the first time that one of her random shafts had struck him home. All the sarcasm had died out of his voice as he answered slowly--
"Don"t you envy me? You are right there. And you think you are not wise enough to be cynical? If there was any school to teach us how to turn our talents to the best account, I know which of us two would have most to learn." When he spoke again it was in his usual manner, but upon another and perfectly indifferent subject.
Harry had taken no part in the discussion. Always languid, toward night he generally felt especially disinclined to any bodily or mental exertion. At such times there was nothing he liked so well as to lie on his sofa and a.s.sist at a pa.s.sage-of-arms between his wife and Keene, encouraging either party occasionally with an approving smile, but preserving a cautious and complete neutrality. On the present occasion he had his own reasons for not being disappointed about the latter"s appreciation of Miss Tresilyan. Had he felt any such misgivings, they would have vanished later in the evening.
The doctor was a stern man; but he must have been more than human to have stood fast against the entreaties and cajolement with which his patient backed up the pet.i.tion, "to be allowed just one cigar before going to roost." The prospect of this compensating weed had supported poor Harry through the dullness and privations of many monotonous days.
As the appointed time drew nigh, he would freshen up visibly, just like the camels when, staggering fetlock deep through the sand-wastes, they scent the water or sight the clump of palms. Was there more in all this than could be traced to the mere soothing influence of the nicotine and flavor of the tobacco? Might not this one old habit still indulged have been the only link that sensibly connected the invalid with those pleasant days, when he enjoyed life so heartily, with so many cheery comrades to keep him in countenance--when he would have laughed at the idea of any thing short of a sabre-cut, a shot-wound, or a rattling fall over an "oxer," bringing him down to that state of helpless dependence, when our conception of womankind resolves itself into the ministering angel? Harry certainly could not have told you if this were so; for an inquiry into the precise nature of his sensations would have posed him at any time quite as completely as a question in hydrostatics or plane trigonometry. At any rate, the consumption of The Cigar was a very important ceremony with him; not conducted in the thoughtless and improvident spirit of men who smoke a dozen or so a day, but partaking rather of the character of a sacrifice, at once festal and solemn. There were times, as we have said before, when he would break out of bounds recklessly; but upon such occasions he gave himself no time to reflect; so there was nothing then of calm and deliberate enjoyment; and these escapades grew more and more rare as the warnings of his const.i.tution spoke more imperiously.
Among the very few traits of amiability that Major Keene had ever displayed, were the sacrifices of personal convenience he would make for Harry Molyneux. He had given up a good many engagements to see his comrade through that especial hour; and, if the day had left any available geniality in him, it was sure to come out then. Upon this occasion, however, he was remarkably silent, and answered several times at random as if his thoughts were roving elsewhere: they were not unpleasant ones, apparently, for he smiled twice or thrice to himself, much less icily than usual. At last he spoke abruptly, after a long pause--Miss Tresilyan"s name had not once been mentioned--"Hal, you know that old hackneyed phrase, about "a woman to die for?" I think we have seen one to-day who is worth living for; which is saying a good deal more."
"You like her, then?" Molyneux asked.
"Yes--I--like--her." The words came out as if each one had been weighed to a grain; and his lip put on that curious smile once more.
Harry did not feel quite satisfied. He would have preferred hearing more, and inferring less; but acting upon his invariable rose-colored principle, he would not admit any disagreeable surmises, and went to bed under the impression that "it was all right," and that Royston was in a fair way toward being repaid for the sacrifices he had made to friendship.
CHAPTER VII.
The Sat.u.r.day night is waning, but Molyneux shows no signs of moving yet from Keene"s apartments. He has been a model of prudence though so far, as to his drinks, and, in good truth, their companion is not amusing, or instructive, or convivial enough, to tempt or to excuse transgression.
d.i.c.k Tresilyan looks about twenty-five, strongly and somewhat heavily built; rather over the middle height, even with the decided stoop of his broad, round shoulders. He carries far too much flesh to please a professional eye, and by the time he is fifty will be very unwieldy; but there is more activity in him than might be supposed, and he walks strongly and well, as you would find if you tried to keep pace with him through the turnips on a sultry September day. His face, without a pretension to beauty in itself, suggests it--just the face that makes you say, "that man must have a handsome sister;" indeed, it bears an absurdly strong family likeness to Cecil"s, amounting to a parody. But the outline of feature which in her is so fine and clear, is dull and filled out even to coa.r.s.eness. It reminded one of looking at the same landscape, first through the medium of a bright blue sky, and then through driving mist, when crag, and cliff, and wood still show themselves, but blurred and dimly. His hair and eyes are, by several shades, the lighter of the two. The great difference is in the mouth.
Cecil"s is so delicately chiseled, so apt at all expressions, from tender to provocative, that many consider it one of her best points; her brother"s is so weak and undecided in its character (or rather want of character), that it would make a more intellectual face vacuous and inane.
The "Tresilyan const.i.tution" holds its own gallantly against the inroads of hardish living, and d.i.c.k looks the picture of rude health. Men endowed with an invincible obtuseness of intellect and feeling, have no mental wear and tear, and if the machine starts in good order, it seems as if it might last out indefinitely; so it would, I dare say, if it were not for a propensity to drink, and otherwise to abuse their bodily advantages, peculiar to this cla.s.s. But for this neutralizing element in their composition perhaps they would live as long as crows or elephants, and we should be visited by a succession of stupid Old Parrs; which would be a very dreadful dispensation indeed. The present subject takes a good deal of exercise, to be sure, and naturally, few cares have ever troubled him; he has always had more money than he knew what to do with, and--as for serious annoyances, a certain train of thought is necessary to form them, while our poor d.i.c.k"s brain is utterly incapable of holding more than one idea at a time. Whatever may happen to be the dominant thought, reigns with an undivided empire, and will not endure a rival even near its throne, till it is violently thrust out and annihilated by its successor, on the principle of
The priest that slays the slayer, And shall himself be slain.
He never originates a conception, of course, but is always open to a fair offer in the way of a suggestion from any body, and adopts it with the blind zeal of a proselyte. It follows that chance occurrences may bother him for the moment, but he is saved an infinity of trouble by being independent of foresight and memory. To this last defect there is one exception. If he is crossed, or vexed, or injured, he cherishes against the offender a dull, misty, purposeless sort of resentment, scarcely amounting to animosity, but can not explain, either to you or to himself, _why_ he does so. Fortunately he is tolerably harmless and unsuspicious, for to reconcile him would be simply impossible.
Not one _mesalliance_ could be detected in the main line of the Tresilyans; but there must have been a blot somewhere, a link of base metal in the golden chain, of which an adulteress and her confessor could have told. Perhaps the son of the transgressor bore no stigma on his forehead, and ruffled it among his peers as bravely as the best of them, never witting of his mother"s dishonor; but the stain had come out in this generation. Even the faults and vices of that strong, stubborn race were curiously distorted and caricatured in their representative.
His pride, for instance, chiefly displayed itself in a taste for low company, where he could safely lord it over his inferiors. He did this whenever he had a chance, but, to do him justice, by no means in an ill-natured or bullying way. He had resided almost entirely on his own estates; and, during his rare visits to London, had not extended his knowledge of the world beyond the experience that may be picked up by frequenting divers equivocal places of public resort, and from occasional forays on the extreme frontier of the _demi-monde_. The result was, that in general society he felt himself in a false position, and was evidently anxious to escape into a more congenial atmosphere.
Can you guess why I have lingered so long over a portrait that might well have been dispatched in three lines? It is because, in the eyes of those who knew Cecil Tresilyan, some interest must attach itself to the basest thing that bears her name; it is because there are men alive who think that the broidery of her skirt, or the tr.i.m.m.i.n.g of her mantle, deserve describing better than the shield of Pelides; who hold that one of her dark chestnut tresses is worthier of a place among the stars than imperial Berenice"s hair. A lame excuse, I admit, to the many that never saw her--even in their dreams.
On this particular evening d.i.c.k was supremely happy. Keene had got him upon shooting--the only subject on which that unlucky man could talk without committing himself; and, by the time he was well into his fourth tumbler of iced Cogniac and water, he was achieving a rare conversational triumph; for he had left off answering monosyllabically, had volunteered an observation or two, and even ventured to banter his companions about their not availing themselves sufficiently of the sporting resources in the neighborhood.
"There are several boars near here," he was saying; "they shoot them sometimes, and you can go if you manage properly. I wonder you men never found that out."
"Ah! they _did_ talk a good deal about pigs," Royston remarked indifferently. "But, you see, we used to stick them in the Deccan. The first time I heard of their way of doing it here, I felt very like Deering when they asked him to shoot a fox in Scotland. Tom Deering, you know, the old boy that has hunted with the Warwickshire and Atherstone for thirty seasons, and could tell you the names, ages, and colors of the hounds better than he could those of his own small family--pedigrees, too, I shouldn"t wonder."
d.i.c.k tried to look as if he had known the man from his childhood, and succeeded but very moderately.