"Mrs. Mainwaring," said Lucy, "I must write to my father, I cannot bear to think of the anguish he will feel at my sudden and mysterious disappearance. It will set him distracted, perhaps cause illness."
"Until now, my dear child, you know you had neither time, nor health, nor strength to do so; but I agree with you, and think without doubt you ought to make his mind as easy upon this point as possible. At the same time I do not see that it is necessary for you to give a clew to your present residence. Perhaps it would be better that I should see him before you think of returning; but of that we will speak in the course of the evening, or during to-morrow, when we shall have a little more time to consider the matter properly, and determine what may be the best steps to take."
CHAPTER XXIII. A Lunch in Summerfield Cottage.
The little spot they strolled in was beautiful, from the natural simplicity of the sweet but humble scenery around them. They traversed it in every direction; sat on the sunny side of gra.s.sy eminences, gathered wild flowers, threw pebbles into the little prattling stream that ran over its stony bed before them; listened to and talked of and enjoyed the music of the birds as they turned the very air and hedges into harmony. Lucy thought how happy she could be in such a calm and delightful retreat, with the society of the man she loved, far from the intrigue, and pride, and vanity, and ambition of life; and she could scarcely help shuddering when she reflected upon the track of criminal ambition and profligacy into which, for the sake of an empty and perhaps a painful t.i.tle, her father wished to drag her.
This train of thought, however, was dissipated by the appearance of Mr.
Mainwaring, who had returned from his stroll, and came out to seek for them, accompanied by a young officer of very elegant and gentlemanly appearance, whom he introduced as Captain Roberts, of the 33d, then quartered in Dublin.
As an apology for the fact of Mr. Mainwaring having introduced a stranger to Lucy, under circ.u.mstances where privacy was so desirable, it may be necessary to say here, that Mrs. Mainwaring, out of delicacy to Lucy, forbore to acquaint him even with a hint at the cause of her visit, so far as Lucy, on the morning of her arrival, had hastily and briefly communicated it to her. This she was resolved not to do without her express permission.
"Allow me, ladies, to present to you my friend, Captain Roberts, of the 33d--or, as another older friend of mine, his excellent father, terms it, the three times eleven--by the way, not a bad paraphrase, and worthy of a retired school-master like myself. It is turning the multiplication table into a vocabulary and making it perform military duty."
After the usual formalities had been gone through, Mr. Mainwaring, who was in peculiarly excellent spirits, proceeded:
"Of course you know, every officer when introduced or travelling is a captain--CAPTAIN--a good travelling name!--_Vide_ the play-books, _pa.s.sim_. My young friend, however, is at the present--you remember _as in pasenti_, Edward--only an ensign, but, please G.o.d, old as some of us are, Mrs. M. to wit--ahem! we will live to shake hands with him as captain yet."
"You mean, of course, my dear," said his wife, "that I will live to do so; the youngest, as the proverb has it, lives longest. No man, Mr.
Roberts, will more regret the improbability of verifying his own wishes than Mr. Mainwaring."
"Ah, Martha! you"re always too hard for me," he replied, laughing. "But you must know that this young officer, of whom I feel so proud, is an old pupil of mine, and received his education at my feet. I consequently feel a more than usual interest in him. But come, we lose-time. It is now past two o"clock, and, if I don"t mistake, there"s a bit of cold ham and chicken to be had, and my walk has prepared me for lunch, as it usually does, and besides, Martha, there"s an old friend of mine, his father, waiting for our return, to whom I must introduce you both, ladies, as a sample of the fine old soldier, who is a capital version of human nature."
On reaching the cottage they found our worthy friend, old Sam Roberts, in the garden, throwing crumbs of bread to a busy little flock of sparrows, behind one of the back windows that opened into it. His honest but manly face was lit up with all the eager and boisterous enjoyment of a child whilst observing with simple delight the fierce and angry quarrels of the parents, as they fought on behalf of their young, for the good things so providentially cast in their way.
"Come, now," said Sam, "I"m commissary-general for this day, and, for a miracle, an honest one--fight fair, you wretches--but I don"t wonder at the s.p.u.n.k you show, for the rations, I can tell you, are better, poor things, than you are accustomed to. h.e.l.lo, there! you, sir--you big fellow--you hulk of a c.o.c.k--what business have you here? This is a quarrel among the ladies, sirrah, who are mothers, and it is for their young ones--on behalf of their children--they are showing fight; and you, sir, you overgrown glutton, are stuffing yourself, like many another "foul bird" before you, with the public property. Shame, you little vulture! Don"t you see they fly away when they have gotten" an allowance, and give it to their starving children? D---- your principle, sir, it"s a bad one. You think the strongest ought to take most, do you?
Bravo! Well done, my little woman. Go on, you have right and nature on your side--that"s it, peck the glutton--he"s a rascal--a public officer--a commissary-general that--lay on him--well done--never mind military discipline--he"s none of your officer--he"s a robber--a bandit--and neither a soldier nor a gentleman--by fife and drum, that"s well done. But it"s all nature--all the heart of man."
"Well, old friend," said he, "and so this is your good lady. How do you do, ma"am? By fife and drum, Mr. Mainwaring, but it"s a good match. You were made for one another. And this young lady your daughter, ma"am? How do you do, Miss Mainwaring?"
"My dear Mr. Roberts," said Mainwaring, "we are not so happy as to claim this young lady as a daughter. She is Miss Gourlay, daughter to Sir Thomas Gourlay, of Red Hall, now here upon a visit for the good of her health."
"How do you do, Miss Gourlay? I am happy to say that I have seen a young lady that I have heard so much of--so much, I ought to say, that was good of."
Lucy, as she replied, blushed deeply at this unintentional mention of her name, and Mrs. Mainwaring, signing to her husband, by putting her finger on her lips, hinted to him that he had done wrong.
Old Sam, however, on receiving this intelligence, looked occasionally, with a great deal of interest, from Lucy to the young officer, and again from the young officer to Lucy; and as he did it, he uttered a series of e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.i.o.ns to himself, which were for the most part inaudible to the rest. "Ha!--dear me!--G.o.d bless me!--very strange!--right, old Corbet--right for a thousand--nature will prove it--not a doubt of it--G.o.d bless me!--how very like they are!--perfect brother and sister!--bless me--it"s extraordinary--not a doubt of it. Bravo, Ned!"
"Come, ladies," said Mr. Mainwaring; "come, my friend, old Sam, as you like to be called, and you, Edward, come one, come all, till we try the cold ham and chicken. Miss Gou--ehem--come, Lucy, my dear, the short cut through the window; you see it open, and now, Martha, your hand; but there is old Sam"s. Well done, Sam; your soldier"s ever gallant. Help Miss--help the young lady up the steps, Edward. Good! he has antic.i.p.ated me."
In a few minutes they were enjoying their lunch, during which the conversation became very agreeable, and even animated. Young Roberts had nothing of the military puppy about him whatsoever. On the contrary, his deportment was modest, manly, and una.s.suming. Sensible of his father"s humble, but yet respectable position, he neither attempted to swagger himself into importance by an affectation of superior breeding or contempt for his parent, nor did he manifest any of that sullen taciturnity which is frequently preserved, as a proof of superiority, or a mask for conscious ignorance and bad breeding; the fact being generally forgotten that it is an exponent of both.
"So, Edward, you like the army, then?" inquired Mr. Mainwaring.
"I do, sir," replied young Roberts; "it"s a n.o.ble profession."
"Eight, Ned--a n.o.ble profession--that"s the word," said old Sam; "and so it is, my boy, and a brave and a generous one."
Lucy Gourlay and the young soldier had occasionally glanced at each other; and it might have been observed, that whenever they did so, each seemed surprised, if not actually confused.
"Is it difficult, Edward," asked Mainwaring, after they had taken wine together, "to purchase a commission at present?"
"It is not very easy to procure commissions just now," replied the other; "but you know, Mr. Mainwaring, that I had the honor to be raised from the ranks."
"Bravo, Ned!" exclaimed old Sam, slapping him him on the back; "I am glad to see that you take that honor in its true light. Thousands may have money to buy a commission, but give me the man that has merit to deserve it; especially, Ned, at so young an age as yours."
"You must have distinguished yourself, sir," observed Lucy, "otherwise it is quite unusual, I think, to witness the promotion from the ranks of so young a man."
"I only endeavored to do my duty, madam," replied Roberts, bowing modestly, whilst something like a blush came over his cheeks.
"Never mind him, Miss Gourlay," exclaimed Sam--"never mind; he did distinguish himself, and on more than one occasion, too, and well deserved his promotion. When one of the British flags was seized upon and borne off, after the brave fellow whose duty it was to defend it with his life had done so, and was cut down by three French soldiers, our gentleman here, for all so modest as he looks, pursued them, fought single-handed against the three, rescued the flag, and, on his way back, met the general, who chanced to be a spectator of the exploit; when pa.s.sing near him, bleeding, for he had been smartly wounded, the general rides over to him. "Is the officer who bore that flag killed?" he asked. "He is, general," replied Ned.--"You have rescued it?"--"I have, sir."--"What is your name?"--He told him.--"Have you received an education?"--"A good education, general"--"Very good," proceeded the general. "You have recovered the flag, you say?"--"I considered it my duty either to die or to do so, general," replied Ned.--"Well said, soldier," returned the general, "and well done, too: as for the flag itself, you must only keep it for your pains. Your commission, young man, shall be made out. I will take charge of that myself."--There, now, is the history of his promotion for you."
"It is highly honorable to him in every sense," observed Lucy. "But it was an awful risk of life for one man to pursue three."
"A soldier, madam," replied Roberts, bowing to her for the compliment, "in the moment of danger, or when the flag of his sovereign is likely to be sullied, should never remember that he has a life; or remember it only that it may be devoted to the glory of his country and the maintenance of her freedom."
"That"s well said, Edward," observed Mr. Mainwaring; "very well expressed indeed. The clauses of that sentence all follow in a neat, consecutive order. It is, indeed, all well put together as if it were an exercise."
Edward could not help smiling at this unconscious trait of the old school-master peeping out.
"That general is a fine old fellow," said Sam, "and knew how to reward true courage. But you see, Mr. Mainwaring and ladies, it"s all natural, all the heart of man."
"There"s Mr. Mitch.e.l.l, our clergyman," observed Mrs. Mainwaring, looking out of the window; "I wish he would come in. Shall I call him, dear?"
"Never mind now, my love," replied her husband. "I like the man well enough; he is religious, they say, and charitable, but his early education unfortunately was neglected. His sermons never hang well together; he frequently omits the exordium, and often winds them up without the peroration at all. Then he misp.r.o.nounces shockingly, and is full of false quant.i.ties. It was only on last Sunday that he laid the accent on _i_ in Dalilah. Such a man"s sermons, I am sorry to say, can do any educated man little good. Her"s a note, my love, from Mrs.
Fletcher. I met the servant coming over with it, and took it from him.
She wishes to hear from you in an hour or two: it"s a party, I think."
He threw the note over to his wife, who, after apologizing to the company, opened, and began to read it.
Honest old Mainwaring was an excellent man, and did a great deal of good in a quiet way, considering his sphere of life. In attending to the sermon, however, when at church, he laid himself back in his pew, shut his eyes, put the end of his gold-headed cane to his lips, and set a criticising. If all the rhetorical rules were duly observed, the language clear, and the parts of the sermon well arranged, and if, besides, there was neither false accent, nor false quant.i.ty, nor any bad grammar, he p.r.o.nounced it admirable, and praised the preacher to the skies. Anything short of this, however, he looked upon not only as a failure, but entertained strong doubts of the man"s orthodoxy, as well as of the purity of his doctrine.
"Yes, my dear," replied Mrs. Mainwaring, after having glanced over the note, "you are right; it is a party; and we are both asked; but I wonder, above all things, that Miss Fletcher should never cross her t"s; then the tails of her letters are so long that they go into the line below them, which looks so slovenly, and shows that her writing must have bean very much neglected. I also know another fair neighbor of ours who actually puts "for" before the infinitive mood, and flourishes her large letters like copperplate capitals that are only fit to appear in a merchant"s books."
"But you know, my dear," said her husband, "that she is a grocer"s widow, and, it is said, used to keep his accounts."
"That is very obvious, my dear; for, indeed, most of her invitations to tea are more like bills duly furnished than anything else. I remember one of them that ran to the following effect:
""Mrs. Allspice presents compliments to Messrs. Mainwaring &, Co.--to wit, Miss Norton "--this was my daughter--" begs to be favored, per return of post, as to whether it will suit convenience for to come on next Tuesday evening, half-past seven, to take a cup of the best flavored souchong, 7s. 6d. per lb., and white lump, Jamaica, Is. per ditto, with a nice a.s.sortment of cakes, manufactured by ourselves.
Punctuality to appointment expected.""
"Well, for my part," said Sam, "I must say it"s the entertainment I"d look to both with her and the parson, and neither the language nor the writing. Mrs. Mainwaring, will you allow me to propose a toast ma"am?
It"s for a fine creature, in her way; a lily, a jewel."
"With pleasure, Mr. Roberts," said that lady, smiling, for she knew old Sam must always have his own way.