"And that your deportment," he said, "does not equal your looks."
This reference to my height--always a sore point, for I had not grown an inch since I was thirteen--stung me to fresh fury. I let fly a string of oaths that Jo and Robin, under the greatest provocation, might have loosed upon the stablemen, though certainly not in my presence, and which I had only learnt through my inveterate habit of eavesdropping; but if I hoped to make Richard Grenvile blanch I was wasting my breath. He waited until I had finished, his head c.o.c.ked as though he were a tutor hearing me repeat a lesson, and then he shook his head.
"There is a certain coa.r.s.eness about the English tongue that does not do for the occasion," he said. "Spanish is more graceful and far more satisfying to the temper.
Listen to this." And he began to swear in Spanish, loosing upon me a stream of lovely-sounding oaths that would certainly have won admiration had they come from Jo or Robin.
As I listened I looked again for that resemblance to Gartred, but it was gone. He was like his brother Bevil, but with more dash, and certainly more swagger, and I felt he cared not a tinker"s curse for anyone"s opinion but his own.
"You must admit," he said, breaking off suddenly, "that I have you beaten." His smile, no longer sardonic but disarming, had me beaten, too, and I felt my anger die within me. "Come and look at the fleet," he said, "A ship at anchor is a lovely thing."
We went to the battlements and stared out across the Sound. It was a still, clear night and the moon had risen. The ships were motionless upon the water, and they stood out in the moonlight carved and clear. The men were singing; the sound of their voices was borne to us across the water, distinct from the rough jollity of the crowds in the street below.
"Were your losses very great at La Roch.e.l.le?" I asked him.
"No more than I expected in an expedition that was bound to be abortive," he answered, shrugging his shoulders. "Those ships yonder are filled with wounded men who won"t recover. It would be more humane to throw them overboard." I looked at him in doubt, wondering if this was a further instalment of his peculiar sense of humour. "The only fellows who distinguished themselves were those in the regiment I have the honour to command," he continued, "but as no other officer but myself insists on discipline, it was small wonder that the attack proved a failure."
His self-a.s.surance was as astounding to me as his former rudeness.
"Do you talk thus to your superiors?" I asked him.
"If you mean superior to me in matters military, such a man does not exist," he answered, "but superiors in rank, why, yes, invariably. That is why, although I am not yet twenty-nine, I am already the most detested officer in His Majesty"s Army."
He looked down at me, smiling, and once again I was at a loss for words.
I thought of my sister Bridget and how he had trodden upon her dress at Kit"s wedding, and I wondered if there was anyone in the world who liked him. "And the Duke of Buckingham?" I said. "Do you speak to him in this way too?"
"Oh, George and I are old friends," he answered. "He does what he is told. He gives me no trouble. Look at those drunken fellows in the courtyard there. My heaven, if they were under my command I"d hang the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds." He pointed down to the square below, where a group of brawling soldiers were squabbling around a cask of ale, accompanied by a pack of squealing women.
"You might excuse them," I said, "pent up at sea so long."
"They may drain the cask dry and rape every woman in Plymouth, for all I care," he answered, "but let them do it like men and not like beasts, and clean their filthy jerkins first." He turned away from the battlement in disgust. "Come now," he said, "let us see if you can curtsey better to me than you did to the duke. Take your gown in your hands, thus. Bend your right knee, thus. And allow your somewhat insignificant posterior to sink upon your left leg, thus."
I obeyed him, shaking with laughter, for it seemed to me supremely ridiculous that a colonel in His Majesty"s Army should be teaching me deportment upon the battlements of Plymouth Castle.
"I a.s.sure you it is no laughing matter," he said gravely. "A clumsy woman looks so d.a.m.nably ill bred. There now, that is excellent. Once again.... Perfection. You can do it if you try. The truth is you are an idle little baggage and have never been beaten by your brothers." With appalling coolness he straightened my gown and rearranged the lace around my shoulders. "I object to dining with untidy women," he murmured.
"I have no intention of sitting down with you to dine," I replied with spirit.
"No one else will ask you, I can vouch for that," he answered. "Come, take my arm; I am hungry if you are not."
He marched me back into the castle, and to my consternation I found that the guests were already seated at the long tables in the banqueting hall, and the servants were bearing in the dishes. We were conspicuous as we entered, and my usual composure fled from me. It was, it may be remembered, my first venture in the social world. "Let us go back," I pleaded, tugging at his arm. "See, there is no place for us; the seats are all filled."
"Go back? Not on your life. I want my dinner," he replied.
He pushed his way past the servants, nearly lifting me from my feet. I could see hundreds of faces stare up at us amidst a hum of conversation, and for one brief moment I caught a glimpse of my sister Mary, seated next to Robin, "way down in the centre of the hall. I saw the look of horror and astonishment in her eyes and her mouth frame the word "Honor" as she whispered hurriedly to my brother. I could do nothing but hurry forward, tripping over my gown, borne on the relentless arm of Richard Grenvile to the high table at the far end of the hall where the Duke of Buckingham sat beside the Countess of Mount Edgc.u.mbe, and the n.o.bility of Cornwall and Devon, such as they were, feasted with decorum, above the common herd.
"You are taking me to the high table," I protested, dragging at his arm with all my force.
"What of it?" he asked, looking down at me in astonishment. "I"m d.a.m.ned if I"m going to dine anywhere else. Way there, please, for Sir Richard Grenvile." At his voice the servants flattened themselves against the wall, and heads were turned, and I saw the Duke of Buckingham break off from his conversation with the countess.
Chairs were pulled forward, people were squeezed aside, and somehow we were seated at the table a hand"s stretch from the duke himself, while the Lady Mount Edgc.u.mbe peered round at me with stony eyes. Richard Grenvile leaned forward with a smile. "You are perhaps acquainted with Honor Harris, Countess," he said, "my sister-in-law. This is her eighteenth birthday." The countess bowed and appeared unmoved. "You can disregard her," said Richard Grenvile to me. "She"s as deaf as a post. But for G.o.d"s sake smile and take that gla.s.sy stare out of your eyes."
I prayed for death, but it did not come to me. Instead I took the roast swan that was heaped upon my platter. The Duke of Buckingham turned to me, his gla.s.s in his hand.
"I wish you many many happy returns of the day," he said. I murmured my thanks and shook my curls to hide my flaming cheeks.
"Merely a formality," said Richard Grenvile in my ear. "Don"t let it go to your head. George has a dozen mistresses already and is in love with the Queen of France. "
He ate with evident enjoyment, villifying his neighbours with every mouthful, and because he did not trouble to lower his voice I could swear that his words were heard.
I tasted nothing of what I ate or drank, but sat like a bewildered fish throughout the long repast. At length the ordeal was over, and I felt myself pulled to my feet by my companion. The wine, which I had swallowed as though it were water, had made jelly of my legs, and I was obliged to lean upon him for support. I have scant memory indeed of what followed next. There were music and singing, and some Sicilian dancers, strung about with ribbons, performed a tarantella, but their final dizzy whirling was my undoing, and I have shaming recollection of being a.s.sisted to some inner apartment of the castle, suitably darkened and discreet, where nature took her toll of me and the roast swan knew me no more. I opened my eyes and found myself upon a couch, with Richard Grenvile holding my hand and dabbing my forehead with his kerchief.
"You must learn to carry your wine," he said severely. I felt very ill and very shamed, and tears were near the surface. "Ah, no," he said, and his voice, hitherto so clipped and harsh, was oddly tender, "you must not cry. Not on your birthday." He continued dabbing at my forehead with the kerchief.
"I have n-never eaten roast swan b-before," I stammered, closing my eyes in agony at the memory.
"It was not so much the swan as the burgundy," he murmured. "Lie still now, you will be easier by and by."
In truth, my head was still reeling, and I was as grateful for his strong hand as I would have been for my mother"s. It seemed to me in no wise strange that I should be lying sick in a darkened unknown room with Richard Grenvile tending me, proving himself so comforting a nurse.
"I hated you at first. I like you better now," I told him.
"It"s hard that I had to make you vomit before I won your approval," he answered.
I laughed and then fell to groaning again, for the swan was not entirely dissipated.
"Lean against my shoulder so," he said to me. "Poor little one, what an ending to an eighteenth birthday." I could feel him shake with silent laughter, and yet his voice and hands were strangely tender, and I was happy with him.
"You are like your brother Bevil after all," I said.
"Not I," he answered. "Bevil is a gentleman, and I a scoundrel. I have always been the black sheep of the family."
"What of Gartred?" I asked.
"Gartred is a law unto herself," he replied. "You must have learnt that when you were a little child and she wedded to your brother."
"I hated her with all my heart," I told him.
"Small blame to you for that," he answered me.
"And is she content, now that she is wed again?" I asked him.
"Gartred will never be content," he said. "She was born greedy, not only for money, but for men too. She had an eye to Antony Deny s, her husband now, long before your brother died."
"And not only Antony Denys," I said.
"You had long ears for a little maid," he answered.
I sat up, rearranging my curls, while he helped me with my gown. "You have been kind to me," I said, grown suddenly prim and conscious of my eighteen years. "I shall not forget this evening."
"Nor I either," he replied.
"Perhaps," I said, "you had better take me to my brothers."
"Perhaps I had," he said.
I stumbled out of the little dark chamber to the lighted corridor.
"Where were we all this while?" I asked in doubt, glancing over my shoulder.
He laughed and shook his head. "The good G.o.d only knows," he answered, "but I wager it is the closet where Mount Edgc.u.mbe combs his hair." He looked down at me, smiling, and for one instant touched my curls with his hands. "I will tell you one thing," he said, "I have never sat with a woman before while she vomited."
"Nor I so disgraced myself before a man," I said with dignity.
Then he bent suddenly and lifted me in his arms like a child. "Nor have I ever lay hidden in a darkened room with anyone so fair as you, Honor, and not made love to her," he told me, and, holding me for a moment against his heart, he set me on my feet again.
"And now if you permit it, I will take you home," he said.
5.
That is, I think, a very clear and truthful account of my first meeting with Richard Grenvile. within a week of the encounter just recorded I was sent back to my mother at Lanrest, supposedly in disgrace for my ill behaviour, and once home I had to be admonished all over again and hear for the twentieth time how a maid of my age and breeding should conduct herself. It seemed that I had done mischief to everyone. I had shamed my brother Jo by that foolish curtsey to the Duke of Buckingham and, further to this, had offended his wife Elizabeth by taking precedence of her and dining at the high table, to which she had not been invited .I had neglected to remain with my sister Mary during the evening, had been observed by sundry persons cavorting oddly on the battlements with an officer, and had finally appeared sometime after midnight from the private rooms within the castle in a sad state of disarray.
Such conduct would, my mother said severely, condemn me possibly for all time in the eyes of the world, and had my father been alive he would more than likely have packed me off to the nuns for two or three years, in the hope that my absence for a s.p.a.ce of time would cause the incident to be forgotten. As it was.... And here invention failed her, and she was left lamenting that, as both my married sisters Cecilia and Bridget were expecting to lie-in again and could not receive me, I would be obliged to stay at home.
It seemed to me very dull after Radford, for Robin had remained there, and my young brother Percy was still at Oxford. I was therefore alone in my disgrace.
I remember it was some weeks after I returned, a day in early spring, and I had gone out to sulk by the apple tree, that favourite hiding place of childhood, when I observed a horseman riding up the valley. The trees hid him for a s.p.a.ce, and then the sound of horse"s hoofs drew nearer, and I realised that he was coming to Lanrest. Thinking it was Robin, I scrambled down from my apple tree and went to the stables, but when I arrived there I found the servant leading a strange horse to the stall--a fine grey--and I caught a glimpse of a tall figure pa.s.sing into the house. I was for following my old trick of eavesdropping at the parlour door, but just as I was about to do so I observed my mother on the stairs.
"You will please to go to your chamber, Honor, and remain there until my visitor has gone," she said gravely.
My first impulse was to demand the visitor"s name, but I remembered my manners in time and, afire with curiosity, went silently upstairs. Once there I rang for Matty, the maid who had served me and my sisters for some years now and was become my special ally. Her ears were nearly as long as mine, and her nose as keen, and her round plain face was now alight with mischief. She guessed what I wanted her for before I asked her.
"I"ll bide in the hallway when he comes out and get his name for you," she said; "a tall, big gentleman he was, a fine man."
"Not the prior from Bodmin," I said with sudden misgiving, for fear my mother should, after all, intend to send me to the nuns.
"Why, bless you, no," she answered. "This is a young master, wearing a blue cloak slashed with silver."
Blue and silver. The Grenvile colours.
"Was his hair red, Matty?" I asked in some excitement.
"You could warm your hands at it," she answered.
This was an adventure then, and no more dullness to the day. I sent Matty below, and myself paced up and down my chamber in great impatience. The interview must have been a short one, for very soon I heard the door of the parlour open and the clear, clipped voice that I remembered well taking leave of my mother, and I heard his footsteps pa.s.s away through the hallway to the courtyard. My chamber window looked out on to the garden, and I thus had no glimpse of him, and it seemed eternity before Matty reappeared, her eyes bright with information. She brought forth a screwed-up piece of paper from beneath her ap.r.o.n, and with it a silver piece.
"He told me to give you the note and keep the crown," she said.
I unfolded the note, furtive as a criminal, and read: Dear Sister, although Gartred has exchanged a Harris for a Denys, I count myself still your brother, and reserve for myself the right of calling upon you. Your good mother, it seems, thinks otherwise, tells me you are indisposed, and has bidden me good day in no uncertain terms. It is not my custom to ride some ten miles or so to no purpose, therefore, you will direct your maid forthwith to conduct me to some part of your domain where we can converse together un.o.bserved, for I dare swear you are no more indisposed than is your brother and servant Richard Grenvile.
My first thought was to send no answer, for he took my compliance so much for granted, but curiosity and a beating heart got the better of my pride, and I bade Matty show the visitor the orchard, but that he should not go too directly for fear of being seen from the house. When she had gone I listened for my mother"s footsteps, and sure enough they sounded up the stairs, and she came into the room. She found me I sitting by the window with a book of prayers open on my knee.
"I am happy to see you so devout, Honor," she said.
I did not answer, but kept my eyes meekly upon the page.
"Sir Richard Grenvile, with whom you conducted yourself in so unseemly a fashion in Plymouth, has just departed," she continued. "It seems he has left the Army for a while and intends to reside near to us at Killigarth, standing as member of Parliament for Fowey. A somewhat sudden decision."
Still I did not answer.
"I have never heard any good of him," said my mother. "He has always caused his family concern and been a sore trial to his brother Bevil, being constantly in debt. He will hardly make us a pleasant neighbour."
"He is, at least, a very gallant soldier," I said warmly.
"I know nothing about that," she answered, "but I have no wish for him to ride over here, demanding to see you, when your brothers are from home. It shows great want of delicacy on his part."
With that she left me, and I heard her pa.s.s into her chamber and close the door. In a few moments I had my shoes in my hands and was tiptoeing down the stairs into the garden. I then flew like the wind to the orchard and was safe in the apple tree before many minutes had pa.s.sed. Presently I heard someone moving about under the trees and, parting the blossoms in my hiding place, I saw Richard Grenvile stooping under the low branches. I broke off a piece of twig and threw it at him. He shook his head and looked about him. I threw another, and this one hit him a sharp crack upon the nose. "d.a.m.n it " he began, and, looking up, he saw me laughing at him from the apple tree. In a moment he had swung himself up beside me and with one arm around my waist had me pinned against the trunk. The branch cracked most ominously.
"Descend at once; the branch will not hold us both," I said.
"It will if you keep still," he told me.
One false move would have seen us both upon the ground, some ten feet below, but to remain still meant that I must continue to lie crushed against his chest, with his arm around me, and his face not six inches away from mine.
"We cannot possibly converse in such a fashion," I protested.
"Why not? I find it very pleasant," he answered. Cautiously he stretched his legs along the full length of the branch to give himself more ease and pulled me closer.
"Now what have you to tell me?" he said, for all the world as though it were I who had demanded the interview and not he.
I then recounted my disgrace, and how my brother and sister-in-law had sent me packing home from Plymouth, and it seemed as if I must now be treated as a prisoner in my own home.
"And it is no use your coming here again," I added, "for my mother will never let me see you. It seems you are a person of ill repute."
"How so?" he demanded.
"You are constantly in debt; those were her words."
"The Grenviles are never not in debt. It is the great failing of the family. Even Bevil has to borrow from the Jews."
"You are a sore trial to him and to all your relatives."