"No, no, Julia, nothing of the kind; there would be malice in that."
"Do I deny it? A great deal of malice in it, and there"s no good comedy in life without a slight flavor of spiteful-ness. Oh, my poor dear George, what a deep sigh that was! How sad it is to think that all your example and all your precept do so little, and that your sister acquires nothing by your companionship except the skill to torment you."
"But why will you say those things that you don"t mean--that you couldn"t feel?"
"I believe I do it, George, just the way a horse bounds and rears and buck-leaps. It does not help him on his road, but it lightens the journey; and then it offers such happy occasion for the exercise of that nice light hand of my brother to check these aberrations. You ought to be eternally grateful for the way I develop your talents as a moralist--I was going to say a horse-breaker."
"I suppose," said he, after a moment"s silence, "I ought to go over to Sir Marcus and learn from him exactly how matters stand here."
"No, no; never mind him--at least, not this evening. Bores are bad enough in the morning, but after dinner, when one really wants to think well of their species, they are just intolerable; besides, I composed a little song while you were away, and I want you to hear it, and then you know we must have some serious conversation about Sir Marcus; he is to be here to-morrow."
"I declare, Ju--"
"There, don"t declare, but open the pianoforte, and light the candles; and as I mean to sing for an hour at least, you may have that cigar that you looked so lovingly at, and put back into the case. Ain"t I good for you, as the French say?"
"Very good, too good for me," said he, kissing her, and now every trace of his sorrow was gone, and he looked as happy as might be.
CHAPTER XLV. A PLEASANT DINNER
Prudent people will knit their brows and wise people shake their heads at the bare mention of it, but I cannot help saying that there is a wonderful fascination in those little gatherings which bring a few old friends around the same board, who, forgetting all the little pinchings and straits of narrow fortune, give themselves up for once to enjoyment without a thought for the cost or a care for the morrow. I do not want this to pa.s.s for sound morality, nor for a discreet line of conduct; I only say that in the spirit that can subdue every sentiment that would jar on the happiness of the hour there is a strength and vitality that shows this feeling is not born of mere conviviality, but of something deeper, and truer, and heartier.
"If we only had poor Jack here," whispered Augustus Bramleigh to L"Estrange, as they drew around the Christmas fire, "I "d say this was the happiest hearth I know of."
"And have you no tidings of him?" said L"Estrange, in the same low tone; for, although the girls were in eager talk together, he was afraid Julia might overhear what was said.
"None, except that he sailed from China on board an American clipper for Smyrna, and I am now waiting for news from the consul there, to whom I have written, enclosing a letter for him."
"And he is serving as a sailor?"
Bramleigh nodded.
"What is the mysterious conversation going on there?" said Julia. "How grave George looks, and Mr. Bramleigh seems overwhelmed with a secret of importance."
"I guess it," said Nelly, laughing. "Your brother is relating your interview with Sir Marcus Cluff, and they are speculating on what is to come of it."
"Oh, that reminds me," cried L"Estrange, suddenly, "Sir Marcus"s servant brought me a letter just as I was dressing for dinner. Here it is. What a splendid seal--supporters too! Have I permission to read?"
"Read, read by all means," cried Julia.
""Dear Sir,--If I could have sufficiently conquered my bronchitis as to have ventured out this morning, I would have made you my personal apologies for not having received you last night when you did me the honor to call, as well as opened to you by word of mouth what I am now reduced to convey by pen.""
"He is just as prolix as when he talks," said Julia.
"It"s a large hand, however, and easy to read. "My old enemy the larynx--more in fault than even the bronchial tubes--is again in arms--""
"Oh, do spare us his anatomical disquisition, George. Skip him down to where he proposes for me."
"But it is what he does not. You are not mentioned in the whole of it.
It is all about church matters. It is an explanation of why every one has withdrawn his subscription and left the establishment, and why he alone is faithful and willing to contribute, even to the extent of five pounds additional--"
"This is too heartless by half; the man has treated me shamefully."
"I protest I think so too," said Nelly, with a mock seriousness; "he relies upon your brother"s gown for his protection."
"Shall I have him out? But, by the way, why do you call me Mr.
Bramleigh? Wasn"t I Augustus--or rather Gusty--when we met last?"
"I don"t think so; so well as I remember, I treated you with great respect dashed with a little bit of awe. You and your elder sister were always "personages" to me."
"I cannot understand that. I can easily imagine Temple inspiring that deference you speak of."
"You were the true prince, however, and I had all Falstaff"s reverence for the true prince."
"And yet you see after all I am like to turn out only a pretender."
"By the way, the pretender is here; I mean--if it be not a bull to say it--the real pretender, Count Pracontal."
"Count Pracontal de Bramleigh, George," said Julia, correcting him. "It is the drollest mode of a.s.suming a family name I ever heard of."
"What is he like?" asked Ellen.
"Like a very well-bred Frenchman of the worst school of French manners: he has none of that graceful ease and that placid courtesy of the past period, but he has abundance of the volatile readiness and showy smartness of the present day. They are a wonderful race, however, and their smattering is better than other men"s learning."
"I want to see him," said Augustus.
"Well," broke in L"Estrange, "Lady Augusta writes to me to say he wants to see _you_."
"What does Lady Augusta know of him?"
"Heaven knows," cried Julia; "but they are always together; their rides over the Campagna furnish just now the chief scandal of Rome. George, you may see, looks very serious and rebukeful about it; but, if the truth were told, there"s a little jealousy at the root of his morality."
"I declare, Julia, this is too bad."
"Too true, also, my dear George. Will you deny that you used to ride out with her nearly every evening in the summer, rides that began at sunset and ended--I was always asleep when you came home, and so I never knew when they ended."
"Was she very agreeable?" asked Nelly, with the faintest tinge of sharpness in her manner.
"The most--what shall I call it?--inconsequent woman I ever met, mixing up things the most dissimilar together, and never dwelling for an instant on anything."
"How base men are," said Julia, with mock reproach in her voice. "This is the way he talks of a woman he absolutely persecuted with attentions the whole season. Would you believe it, Nelly, we cut up our nice little garden to make a school to train her horse in?"
Whether it was that some secret intelligence was rapidly conveyed from Julia as she spoke to Nelly, or that the latter of herself caught up the quizzing spirit of her attack, but the two girls burst out laughing, and George blushed deeply, in shame and irritation.
"First of all," said he, stammering with confusion, "she had a little Arab, the wickedest animal I ever saw. It wasn"t safe to approach him; he struck out with his forelegs--"