There was no sigh this time, else I might have held my peace, and stolen quietly away. But I found I could not retreat without being discovered.
In fact, I was at that moment discovered, and determined on making a clean breast of it.
"I should be sorry, Miss Mainwaring," I said, addressing myself directly to the daughter, and without heeding the confusion of herself or her mother, "to stand in the way of a previous engagement, and rather than Lord P--should get on his knees for the third time, I beg to release you from that you have made with a paltry captain."
With a bow, which I considered suitable to the circ.u.mstances, I parted from the Mainwarings, and did my best to get rid of my chagrin by dancing with any girl who would accept for her partner a captain on half-pay! Fortunately, before the ball was over, I found one who caused me to forget my _contretemps_ with Miss Belle Mainwaring. I often met this lady afterwards, but never spoke to her, except by that silent speech of the eyes that may sometimes say a good deal.
CHAPTER FIVE.
TWO STRINGS TO THE BOW.
It might have been well for young Henry Harding, and perhaps his brother Nigel, too, in their first essay at love-making with Miss Mainwaring, had they met with a similar mischance to that which had befallen me, and taken it in the same spirit. As it was, they were either more or less fortunate. Neither was a half-pay captain, without expectations; and, instead of a discouragement almost amounting to dismissal, for a long time both were permitted to bask in the smiles of the beautiful Belle.
There was a marked difference in the way the two brothers respectively pressed their suit. Henry essayed to carry Belle Mainwaring"s heart by storm. Nigel, as his nature dictated, preferred making approach by sap and trenching. The former made love with the boldness of the lion; the latter with the insidious stealth of the tiger. When Henry believed himself successful he made no attempt to conceal his gratification.
When the chances seemed to go against him, with equal openness did he exhibit his chagrin. The reverse with Nigel. When fortune appeared to smile upon his suit he showed no sign of being conscious of it. He appeared alike impa.s.sable under her frown. So little demonstrative was he in his affection for Miss Mainwaring that there were few people believed in it, though among this few was the lady herself.
From what I could learn, and sometimes by the evidence of my own eyes, she played her cards to perfection--her mother acting as _croupier_ to the game. It was not long before she knew that she could take her choice of the two, though some time before she declared it. Now one appeared to be the favourite, anon the other--until the most intimate of her a.s.sociates were puzzled as to her partiality, or whether she even cared for either. It was at least a question; for the beautiful Belle did not restrict herself to receiving the admiration of the half-brothers Harding. There were other young gentlemen in the neighbourhood, who at b.a.l.l.s and other gatherings were favoured with an occasional smile; and Miss Mainwaring"s heart was considered still doubtful in its inclinings. There was a time, however, when it was supposed to have become decided. At all events, there was a reason for its doing so. An incident occurred in the hunting-field that should have ent.i.tled Henry Harding to the hand of Belle Mainwaring--that is, supposing it to be true that the brave deserve the fair. It was an incident so rare as to be worth recording, irrespective of its bearing upon our tale.
The hunt was with the staghounds, and the "meet" had taken place close to a pond of considerable size, upon one of the open commons not rare among the Chiltern Hills. As the stag bounded away from the cart, his eye had caught the gleam of water, and in his hour of distress he remembered it. Being a lazy brute, he did not run far; but, guided by instinct, soon turned back towards the pond. He arrived at it, before the carriages that had come to the meet had cleared away from the ground. Among them was the pony-phaeton that contained Mrs Mainwaring and her daughter Belle; the latter looking as roseate on that crisp winter"s morning as if her cheeks had taken their colour from the scarlet coats of the huntsmen around her. The _attelage_ to which she belonged was drawn up close to the edge of the pond, parallel with its bank. The stag, on returning, shaved close past the pony"s nose, and plunged into the water. The consequence was that the latter became alarmed even to frenzy; and, instead of turning towards the road, it wheeled round in the opposite direction, and rushed into the pond after the stag, dragging the phaeton along with it. It did not stop until the water was up over the steps of the carriage, and the ladies" feet were immersed in the chilly flood. But then the stag had stopped too, at bay; and, believing the "trap" to be its cruel pursuer, the bayed animal turned and charged upon the pony carriage and its contents. The pony was knocked down in the traces; and then came the boy in b.u.t.tons, who was perched conspicuously on the seat behind. On the antlers of the enraged animal he was hoisted skyward, and fell with a plunge into the water. Next came the turn of the two ladies, or would have come, had relief not been near. The smock-frocks had gone away from the ground, following the chase; and it was not they who rushed to the rescue. Nor was it Nigel Harding, who was first by the edge of the pond, having got there through being last in the field. But there stayed he, sitting irresolute in his saddle; and Miss Mainwaring might have had a stag"s antler through her delicate skin, but for Nigel"s brother coming up at the moment. He, instead of reining up by the water"s edge, dashed in through it, till his horse stood by the side of the carriage. Next moment he sprang out of the saddle, and took the stag by the horns.
The struggle that ensued might have ended ill for him; but by this time a smock-frock, in the shape of a hedger, up to his armpits in the water, drew his chopper across the throat of the stag, and the conflict came to an end.
The pony, but slightly injured, was got upon its feet; the page, half-drowned, was hoisted back to his pinnacle; and the carriage, with its frightened occupants, conducted safely to the sh.o.r.e.
Everybody left the ground with the belief that Miss Belle Mainwaring would at some day, not far distant, become Mrs Henry Harding. More especially did the country people believe it, and were delighted with the idea; for with them--as is generally the case--the younger brother was the favourite.
CHAPTER SIX.
THE GATHERING CLOUD.
At Beechwood Park there was comfort of every kind; but not that perfect tranquillity which its owner had counted upon, on retiring to this fair residence to pa.s.s the remainder of his days.
With his property all was well. Since his purchase of the estate--like other lands around--it had nearly doubled in value; and, so far as fortune was concerned, there was no source of uneasiness. But there was something else--something dearer to him than his houses and lands.
Anxiety had arisen from the conduct of his sons. Notwithstanding their apparent cordiality in his presence, on both sides a.s.sumed, he had found reasons for believing there was no fraternal affection, but, instead, a tacit enmity between them. This was more openly exhibited on the part of the younger, but it was deep-rooted in the heart of his first-born.
Henry, of a generous, forgiving nature, could at any time during college days have been induced to forego it, had his brother met him but half-way in any measure of reconciliation. But this Nigel never desired to do; and the early estrangement had now deepened into hostility--the cause, of course, being their rivalry in love.
It was a long time before the General knew of the dangerous cloud that was looming up on the horizon of his tranquil life. He had taken it for granted that his sons, like most of the young men so circ.u.mstanced, before thinking of marriage, would want to see something of the world.
It did not occur to him that, in the eyes of an ardent youth, beautiful Belle Mainwaring was a world in herself, after seeing whom, all earth besides might present but a dull, prosaic aspect.
It was not this, however, that at first troubled the spirit of the retired officer, but only the behaviour of his boys. With Nigel"s he was contented enough. Than it, nothing could be more satisfactory, except in the estrangement towards his brother, and an occasional exhibition of ill-feeling which the father could not fail to perceive.
It was Henry"s conduct that formed the chief source of the General"s anxiety--his extravagant habits, his p.r.o.neness to dissipation, and once un apparent disobedience of paternal orders, which, though only in some trivial affair of expenditure, had been exaggerated by the secret representations of his elder brother into a matter of momentous importance. The counsels of the parent, not having been seriously taken to heart, soon became chidings; and these, in their turn, being alike unheeded, a.s.sumed the form of threats and hints about disinheritance.
Henry, who now deemed himself a man, met such reminders with a spirit of independence that only irritated his father to a still greater degree.
In this unhappy way were things going on, when the General was made aware of a matter more affecting the future welfare of his son than all the dissipations and disobediences of which he had been guilty. It was his partiality for Miss Mainwaring. Of Nigel"s inclining toward the same quarter, he knew nothing; nor, indeed, did others; though almost everybody in the neighbourhood had long been aware of her conquest over Henry.
It was shortly after the incident at the stag-hunt that the General became apprised of it. That affair had led him to reflect; and, although proud of the gallantry his son had displayed, the old soldier saw in it a danger far greater than that of the struggle through which he had so conspicuously pa.s.sed.
He was led to make inquiries, which resulted in a discovery giving him the greatest uneasiness. This arose from the fact, that he knew the antecedents of Mrs Mainwaring. He had known both her husband and herself in India; and this knowledge, so far from inspiring him with respect for the relict of his late brother-officer, had impressed him with the very opposite opinion. With the character of the daughter, he was, of course, less acquainted. The latter had grown up during a long period of separation; but from what he had seen and heard of her, since his arrival in England, and from what he was every day seeing and hearing, he had come to the conclusion, that it was a case of "like mother, like daughter."
And, if so, it would not suit his views, that she should become daughter-in-law to him.
The thought filled him with serious alarm; and he at once set about concocting some scheme to counteract the danger. How was he to proceed?
Deny his son the privilege of keeping company with her? Lay an embargo on his visits to the villa-cottage of the widow, which he now learned had been of late suspiciously frequent? It was a question whether his commands would be submitted to, and this thought still further irritated him.
Over the widow herself he had no authority, in any way. Though her cottage stood close to his park, it was not his property; her landlord was a lawyer, of little respect in the neighbourhood; and it would have served no purpose even could he have, himself, given her notice to quit.
Things had already gone too far for such strategy as that.
As for the damsel herself, she was not going to hide her beautiful face from the gaze of his son, solely to accommodate him. It might not appear any more in his own dining, or drawing-room; but there were other places where it could be seen in all its bewitching beauty--in the church, or the hunting-field,--in the ball-room, and every day along the green lanes that encompa.s.sed Beechwood Park; there might it be seen, smiling coquettishly under the rim of a prettily-trimmed hat.
The old soldier was too skilled a tactician to believe, that any benefit could be obtained from an attack so open to repulses, and these of the most humiliating character. Some stratagem must be resorted to; and to the conception of this he determined to devote all the energies of his nature.
He had already, in his mind, the glimmering of a scheme that promised success; and this imparted a ray of comfort, that kept him from going quite out of his senses.
CHAPTER SEVEN.
PLOTTERS FOR FORTUNE.
The stag-hunt, at which Henry Harding had exhibited such gallant courage, had been the very last of the season; and, soon after, spring stole over the shire of Bucks, clothing its beechen forests and gra.s.sy glades in a new livery of the gayest green. The crake had come into the cornfield, the cuckoo winged her way across the common, uttering her soft monotonous notes, and the nightingale had once more taken possession of the coppice, from whence, through the livelong night, pealed forth its incomparable song. It was the month of May--that sweet season when all nature seems to submit itself to the tender inclinings of love; when not only the shy birds of the air, but the chased creatures of the earth--alike tamed and emboldened by its influence-- stray beyond the safety of their coverts in pursuit of those pleasures at other seasons denied them.
Whether the love-month has any influence on the pa.s.sions of the human species, is a disputed question. Perhaps, in man"s primitive state, such may have been the case, and Nature"s suggestiveness may have extended also to him. But at whatever season affection may spring up between two young hearts, surely this is the time of the year that Nature has designed it to reach maturity.
It seemed so in the case of Henry Harding. In the month of May his pa.s.sion for Belle Mainwaring had reached the point that should end in a declaration; and upon this he had determined. With the outside world it was still a question whether his love was reciprocated, though it was generally thought that the coquette had been at length captured, and by Henry Harding. The eligibility of the match favoured this view of the case, though, to say the truth, not more than the personal appearance of the man.
At this time the younger son of General Harding was just entering upon manhood, and possessed a face and figure alike manly and graceful. The only blemish that could be brought against him was of a moral nature--as already mentioned, a p.r.o.neness to dissipation. But time might remedy this; and even as things stood it did not so materially damage him in the eyes of his lady acquaintances--more than one of whom would have been willing to take Miss Mainwaring"s chances. The light in which Belle regarded him may be best learnt from a conversation that, about this time, took place. It was over the breakfast-table in her mother"s cottage, the speakers being her mother and herself.
"And you would marry him?" interrogated Mrs Mainwaring, after some remark that had introduced the name of Henry Harding.
"I would, mamma; and, with your leave, I will."
"What about _his_ leave?"
"Ha! Ha!" laughed Belle with a confident air. "I think I may count upon that. He has as good as given it."
"Already! But has he really declared himself--in words I mean?"
"Not exactly in words. But, dear ma, since I suppose you will insist upon knowing my secrets before giving your consent, I may as well tell you all about it. He intends to declare himself soon; this very day if I am not astray in my chronology."
"What reason have you for thinking so?"
"Only his having hinted that he had something important to say to me-- time fixed for a call he is to make this afternoon. What else could it be?"
Mrs Mainwaring made no reply, but sat thoughtful, as if not altogether pleased with the communication her daughter had made.
"I hope, dear mamma, you are contented?"