CHAPTER XXI. GEORGE AND JULIA.
It was after a hard day with the hounds that George L"Estrange reached the cottage to a late dinner. The hunting had not been good. They had found three times, but each time lost their fox after a short burst, and though the morning broke favorably, with a low cloudy sky and all the signs of a good scenting day, towards the afternoon a brisk northeaster had sprung up, making the air sharp and piercing, and rendering the dogs wild and uncertain. In fact, it was one of those days which occasionally irritate men more than actual "blanks;" there was a constant promise of something, always ending in disappointment. The horses, too, were fretful and impatient, as horses are wont to be with frequent checks, and when excited by a cold and cutting wind.
Even Nora, perfection that she was of temper and training, had not behaved well. She had taken her fences hotly and impatiently, and actually chested a stiff bank, which cost herself and her rider a heavy fall, and a disgrace that the curate felt more acutely than the injury.
"You don"t mean to say you fell, George?" said Julia, with a look of positive incredulity.
"Nora did, which comes pretty much to the same thing. We were coming out of Gore"s Wood, and I was leading. There"s a high bank with a drop into Longworth"s lawn. It"s a place I have taken scores of times. One can"t fly it; you must "top," and Nora can do that sort of thing to perfection; and as I came on I had to swerve a little to avoid some of the dogs that were climbing up the bank. Perhaps it was that irritated her, but she rushed madly on, and came full chest against the gripe, and--I don"t remember much more till I found myself actually drenched with vinegar that old Catty Lalor was pouring over me, when I got up again, addled and confused enough; but I"m all right now. Do you know, Ju," said he, after a pause, "I was more annoyed by a chance remark I heard as I was lying on the gra.s.s than by the whole misadventure?"
"What was it, George?"
"It was old Curtis was riding by, and he cried out, "Who"s down?" and some one said, "L"Estrange." "By Jove," said he, "I don"t think that fellow was ever on his knees before;" and this because I was a parson."
"How unfeeling; but how like him!"
"Wasn"t it? After all, it comes of doing what is not exactly right.
I suppose it"s not enough that I see nothing wrong in a day with the hounds. I ought to think how others regard it; whether it shocks _them_, or exposes my cloth to sarcasm or censure. Is it not dinner-hour?"
"Of course it is, George. It"s past eight."
"And where"s our ill.u.s.trious guest; has he not appeared?"
"Lord Culduff has gone. There came a note to him from Castello in the afternoon, and about five o"clock the phaeton appeared at the door--only with the servants--and his Lordship took a most affectionate leave of me, charging me with the very sweetest messages for you, and a.s.surances of eternal memory of the blissful hours he had pa.s.sed here."
"Perhaps it"s not the right thing to say, but I own to you I "m glad he "s gone."
"But why, George; was he not amusing?"
"Yes, I suppose he was; but he was so supremely arrogant, so impressed with his own grandness, and our littleness, so persistently eager to show us that we were enjoying an honor in his presence, that nothing in our lives could ent.i.tle us to, that I found my patience pushed very hard to endure it."
"I liked him. I liked his vanity and conceit; and I wouldn"t for anything he had been less pretentious."
"I have none of your humoristic temperament, Julia, and I never could derive amus.e.m.e.nt from the eccentricities or peculiarities of others."
"And there"s no fun like it, George. Once that you come to look on life as a great drama, and all the men and women as players, it"s the best comedy ever one sat at."
"I "m glad he "s gone for another reason, too. I suppose it"s shabby to say it, but it "s true, all the same. He was a very costly guest, and I was n"t disposed, like Charles the Bold or that other famous fellow, to sell a province to entertain an emperor."
"Had we a province to sell, George?" said she, laughing.
"No, but I had a horse, and unfortunately Nora must go to the hammer now."
"Surely not for this week"s extravagance?" cried she, anxiously.
"Not exactly for this, but for everything. You know old Curtis"s saying,--"It"s always the last gla.s.s of wine makes a man tipsy." But here comes the dinner, and let us turn to something pleasanter."
It was so jolly to be alone again, all restraint removed, all terror of culinary mishaps withdrawn, and all the consciousness of little domestic shortcomings obliterated, that L"Estrange"s spirit rose at every moment, and at last he burst out, "I declare to you, Julia, if that man had n"t gone, I "d have died out of pure inanition. To see him day after day trying to conform to our humble fare, turning over his meat on his plate, and trying to divide with his fork the cutlet that he would n"t condescend to cut, and barely able to suppress the shudder our little light wine gave him; to witness all this, and to feel that I mustn"t seem to know, while I was fully aware of it, was a downright misery. I "d like to know what brought him here."
"I fancy he could n"t tell you himself. He paid an interminable visit, and we asked him to stop and dine with us. A wet night detained him, and when his servant came over with his dressing-bag or portmanteau, you said, or I said--I forget which--that he ought not to leave us without a peep at our coast scenery."
"I remember all that; but what I meant was, that his coming here from Castello was no accident. He never left a French cook and Chateau Lafitte for cold mutton and sour sherry without some reason for it."
"You forget, George, he was on his way to Lisconnor when he came here.
He was going to visit the mines."
"By the by, that reminds me of a letter I got this evening. I put it in my pocket without reading. Is n"t that Vickars" hand?"
"Yes; it is his reply, perhaps, to my letter. He is too correct and too prudent to write to myself, and sends the answer to you."
"As our distinguished guest is not here to be shocked, Julia, let us hear what Vickars says."
""My dear Mr. L"Estrange, I have before me a letter from your sister, expressing a wish that I should consent to the withdrawal of the sum of two thousand pounds, now vested in consols under my trusteeship, and employ these moneys in a certain enterprise which she designates as the coal-mines of Lisconnor. Before acceding to the grave responsibility which this change of investment would impose upon me, even supposing that the Master"--who is the Master, George?"
"Go on; read further," said he, curtly.
""--that the Master would concur with such a procedure, I am desirous of hearing what you yourself know of the speculation in question. Have you seen and conversed with the engineers who have made the surveys? Have you heard from competent and unconcerned parties--?" Oh, George, it "s so like the way he talks. I can"t read on."
L"Estrange took the letter from her and glanced rapidly over the lines; and then turning to the last page read aloud: ""How will the recommendation of the Ecclesiastical Commissioners affect you touching the union of Portshandon with Kilmullock? Do they simply extinguish you, or have you a claim for compensation?""
"What does he mean, George?" cried she, as she gazed at the pale face and agitated expression of her brother as he laid down the letter before her.
"It is just extinguishment; that"s the word for it," muttered he. "When they unite the parishes, they suppress me."
"Oh, George, don"t say that; it has not surely come to this?"
"There "s no help for it," said he, putting away his gla.s.s, and leaning his head on his hand. "I was often told they "d do something like this; and when Grimsby was here to examine the books and make notes,--you remember it was a wet Sunday, and n.o.body came but the clerk"s mother,--he said, as we left the church, "The congregation is orderly and attentive, but not numerous. ""
"I told you, George, I detested that man. I said at the time he was no friend to _you_."
"If he felt it his duty--"
"Duty, indeed! I never heard of a cruelty yet that had n"t the plea of a duty. I "m sure Captain Craufurd comes to church, and Mrs. Bayley comes, and as to the great house, there "s a family there of not less than thirty persons."
"When Grimsby was here Castello was not occupied."
"Well, it is occupied now; and if Colonel Bramleigh be a person of the influence he a.s.sumes to be, and if he cares--as I take it he must care--not to live like a heathen, he "ll prevent this cruel wrong. I "m not sure that Nelly has much weight; but she would do anything in the world for us, and I think Augustus, too, would befriend us."
"What can they all do? It"s a question for the Commissioners."
"So it may; but I take it the Commissioners are human beings."
He turned again to the letter which lay open on the table, and read aloud, ""They want a chaplain, I see, at Albano, near Rome. Do you know any one who could a.s.sist you to the appointment?--always providing that you would like it." I should think I would like it."
"You were thinking of the glorious riding over the Campagna, George, that you told me about long ago?"
"I hope not," said he, blushing deeply, and looked overwhelmed with confusion.
"Well, _I_ was, George. Albano reminded me at once of those long moonlight canters you told me about, with the grand old city in the distance. I almost fancy I have seen it all. Let us bethink us of the great people we know, and who would aid us in the matter."