"Oh, pooh! He is the fallen Adam with a soured temper. We are Adam and Eve unfallen, in Paradise. Now, then,--the recitative, for the sake of the moral. You will sing the whole duty of woman,--"And from obedience grows my pride and happiness.""
"Oh no, I shall not respect an Adam who drags the _tempo_, as you will," said Lucy, beginning to play the duet.
Surely the only courtship unshaken by doubts and fears must be that in which the lovers can sing together. The sense of mutual fitness that springs from the two deep notes fulfilling expectation just at the right moment between the notes of the silvery soprano, from the perfect accord of descending thirds and fifths, from the preconcerted loving chase of a fugue, is likely enough to supersede any immediate demand for less impa.s.sioned forms of agreement. The contralto will not care to catechise the ba.s.s; the tenor will foresee no embarra.s.sing dearth of remark in evenings spent with the lovely soprano. In the provinces, too, where music was so scarce in that remote time, how could the musical people avoid falling in love with each other? Even political principle must have been in danger of relaxation under such circ.u.mstances; and the violin, faithful to rotten boroughs, must have been tempted to fraternize in a demoralizing way with a reforming violoncello. In that case, the linnet-throated soprano and the full-toned ba.s.s singing,--
"With thee delight is ever new, With thee is life incessant bliss,"
believed what they sang all the more _because_ they sang it.
"Now for Raphael"s great song," said Lucy, when they had finished the duet. "You do the "heavy beasts" to perfection."
"That sounds complimentary," said Stephen, looking at his watch. "By Jove, it"s nearly half-past one! Well, I can just sing this."
Stephen delivered with admirable ease the deep notes representing the tread of the heavy beasts; but when a singer has an audience of two, there is room for divided sentiments. Minny"s mistress was charmed; but Minny, who had intrenched himself, trembling, in his basket as soon as the music began, found this thunder so little to his taste that he leaped out and scampered under the remotest _chiffonnier_, as the most eligible place in which a small dog could await the crack of doom.
"Adieu, "graceful consort,"" said Stephen, b.u.t.toning his coat across when he had done singing, and smiling down from his tall height, with the air of rather a patronizing lover, at the little lady on the music-stool. "My bliss is not incessant, for I must gallop home. I promised to be there at lunch."
"You will not be able to call on Philip, then? It is of no consequence; I have said everything in my note."
"You will be engaged with your cousin to-morrow, I suppose?"
"Yes, we are going to have a little family-party. My cousin Tom will dine with us; and poor aunty will have her two children together for the first time. It will be very pretty; I think a great deal about it."
"But I may come the next day?"
"Oh yes! Come and be introduced to my cousin Maggie; though you can hardly be said not to have seen her, you have described her so well."
"Good-bye, then." And there was that slight pressure of the hands, and momentary meeting of the eyes, which will often leave a little lady with a slight flush and smile on her face that do not subside immediately when the door is closed, and with an inclination to walk up and down the room rather than to seat herself quietly at her embroidery, or other rational and improving occupation. At least this was the effect on Lucy; and you will not, I hope, consider it an indication of vanity predominating over more tender impulses, that she just glanced in the chimney-gla.s.s as her walk brought her near it. The desire to know that one has not looked an absolute fright during a few hours of conversation may be construed as lying within the bounds of a laudable benevolent consideration for others. And Lucy had so much of this benevolence in her nature that I am inclined to think her small egoisms were impregnated with it, just as there are people not altogether unknown to you whose small benevolences have a predominant and somewhat rank odor of egoism. Even now, that she is walking up and down with a little triumphant flutter of her girlish heart at the sense that she is loved by the person of chief consequence in her small world, you may see in her hazel eyes an ever-present sunny benignity, in which the momentary harmless flashes of personal vanity are quite lost; and if she is happy in thinking of her lover, it is because the thought of him mingles readily with all the gentle affections and good-natured offices with which she fills her peaceful days. Even now, her mind, with that instantaneous alternation which makes two currents of feeling or imagination seem simultaneous, is glancing continually from Stephen to the preparations she has only half finished in Maggie"s room. Cousin Maggie should be treated as well as the grandest lady-visitor,--nay, better, for she should have Lucy"s best prints and drawings in her bedroom, and the very finest bouquet of spring flowers on her table. Maggie would enjoy all that, she was so found of pretty things! And there was poor aunt Tulliver, that no one made any account of, she was to be surprised with the present of a cap of superlative quality, and to have her health drunk in a gratifying manner, for which Lucy was going to lay a plot with her father this evening. Clearly, she had not time to indulge in long reveries about her own happy love-affairs. With this thought she walked toward the door, but paused there.
"What"s the matter, then, Minny?" she said, stooping in answer to some whimpering of that small quadruped, and lifting his glossy head against her pink cheek. "Did you think I was going without you? Come, then, let us go and see Sinbad."
Sinbad was Lucy"s chestnut horse, that she always fed with her own hand when he was turned out in the paddock. She was fond of feeding dependent creatures, and knew the private tastes of all the animals about the house, delighting in the little rippling sounds of her canaries when their beaks were busy with fresh seed, and in the small nibbling pleasures of certain animals which, lest she should appear too trivial, I will here call "the more familiar rodents."
Was not Stephen Guest right in his decided opinion that this slim maiden of eighteen was quite the sort of wife a man would not be likely to repent of marrying,--a woman who was loving and thoughtful for other women, not giving them Judas-kisses with eyes askance on their welcome defects, but with real care and vision for their half-hidden pains and mortifications, with long ruminating enjoyment of little pleasures prepared for them? Perhaps the emphasis of his admiration did not fall precisely on this rarest quality in her; perhaps he approved his own choice of her chiefly because she did not strike him as a remarkable rarity. A man likes his wife to be pretty; well, Lucy was pretty, but not to a maddening extent. A man likes his wife to be accomplished, gentle, affectionate, and not stupid; and Lucy had all these qualifications. Stephen was not surprised to find himself in love with her, and was conscious of excellent judgment in preferring her to Miss Leyburn, the daughter of the county member, although Lucy was only the daughter of his father"s subordinate partner; besides, he had had to defy and overcome a slight unwillingness and disappointment in his father and sisters,--a circ.u.mstance which gives a young man an agreeable consciousness of his own dignity. Stephen was aware that he had sense and independence enough to choose the wife who was likely to make him happy, unbia.s.sed by any indirect considerations. He meant to choose Lucy; she was a little darling, and exactly the sort of woman he had always admired.
Chapter II
First Impressions
"He is very clever, Maggie," said Lucy. She was kneeling on a footstool at Maggie"s feet, after placing that dark lady in the large crimson-velvet chair. "I feel sure you will like him. I hope you will."
"I shall be very difficult to please," said Maggie, smiling, and holding up one of Lucy"s long curls, that the sunlight might shine through it. "A gentleman who thinks he is good enough for Lucy must expect to be sharply criticised."
"Indeed, he"s a great deal too good for me. And sometimes, when he is away, I almost think it can"t really be that he loves me. But I can never doubt it when he is with me, though I couldn"t bear any one but you to know that I feel in that way, Maggie."
"Oh, then, if I disapprove of him you can give him up, since you are not engaged," said Maggie, with playful gravity.
"I would rather not be engaged. When people are engaged, they begin to think of being married soon," said Lucy, too thoroughly preoccupied to notice Maggie"s joke; "and I should like everything to go on for a long while just as it is. Sometimes I am quite frightened lest Stephen should say that he has spoken to papa; and from something that fell from papa the other day, I feel sure he and Mr. Guest are expecting that. And Stephen"s sisters are very civil to me now. At first, I think they didn"t like his paying me attention; and that was natural.
It _does_ seem out of keeping that I should ever live in a great place like the Park House, such a little insignificant thing as I am."
"But people are not expected to be large in proportion to the houses they live in, like snails," said Maggie, laughing. "Pray, are Mr.
Guest"s sisters giantesses?"
"Oh no; and not handsome,--that is, not very," said Lucy, half-penitent at this uncharitable remark. "But _he_ is--at least he is generally considered very handsome."
"Though you are unable to share that opinion?"
"Oh, I don"t know," said Lucy, blushing pink over brow and neck. "It is a bad plan to raise expectation; you will perhaps be disappointed.
But I have prepared a charming surprise for _him;_ I shall have a glorious laugh against him. I shall not tell you what it is, though."
Lucy rose from her knees and went to a little distance, holding her pretty head on one side, as if she had been arranging Maggie for a portrait, and wished to judge of the general effect.
"Stand up a moment, Maggie."
"What is your pleasure now?" said Maggie, smiling languidly as she rose from her chair and looked down on her slight, aerial cousin, whose figure was quite subordinate to her faultless drapery of silk and c.r.a.pe.
Lucy kept her contemplative att.i.tude a moment or two in silence, and then said,--
"I can"t think what witchery it is in you, Maggie, that makes you look best in shabby clothes; though you really must have a new dress now.
But do you know, last night I was trying to fancy you in a handsome, fashionable dress, and do what I would, that old limp merino would come back as the only right thing for you. I wonder if Marie Antoinette looked all the grander when her gown was darned at the elbows. Now, if _I_ were to put anything shabby on, I should be quite unnoticeable. I should be a mere rag."
"Oh, quite," said Maggie, with mock gravity. "You would be liable to be swept out of the room with the cobwebs and carpet-dust, and to find yourself under the grate, like Cinderella. Mayn"t I sit down now?"
"Yes, now you may," said Lucy, laughing. Then, with an air of serious reflection, unfastening her large jet brooch, "But you must change brooches, Maggie; that little b.u.t.terfly looks silly on you."
"But won"t that mar the charming effect of my consistent shabbiness?"
said Maggie, seating herself submissively, while Lucy knelt again and unfastened the contemptible b.u.t.terfly. "I wish my mother were of your opinion, for she was fretting last night because this is my best frock. I"ve been saving my money to pay for some lessons; I shall never get a better situation without more accomplishments."
Maggie gave a little sigh.
"Now, don"t put on that sad look again," said Lucy, pinning the large brooch below Maggie"s fine throat. "You"re forgetting that you"ve left that dreary schoolroom behind you, and have no little girls" clothes to mend."
"Yes," said Maggie. "It is with me as I used to think it would be with the poor uneasy white bear I saw at the show. I thought he must have got so stupid with the habit of turning backward and forward in that narrow s.p.a.ce that he would keep doing it if they set him free. One gets a bad habit of being unhappy."
"But I shall put you under a discipline of pleasure that will make you lose that bad habit," said Lucy, sticking the black b.u.t.terfly absently in her own collar, while her eyes met Maggie"s affectionately.
"You dear, tiny thing," said Maggie, in one of her bursts of loving admiration, "you enjoy other people"s happiness so much, I believe you would do without any of your own. I wish I were like you."
"I"ve never been tried in that way," said Lucy. "I"ve always been so happy. I don"t know whether I could bear much trouble; I never had any but poor mamma"s death. You _have_ been tried, Maggie; and I"m sure you feel for other people quite as much as I do."
"No, Lucy," said Maggie, shaking her head slowly, "I don"t enjoy their happiness as you do, else I should be more contented. I do feel for them when they are in trouble; I don"t think I could ever bear to make any one _un_happy; and yet I often hate myself, because I get angry sometimes at the sight of happy people. I think I get worse as I get older, more selfish. That seems very dreadful."
"Now, Maggie!" said Lucy, in a tone of remonstrance, "I don"t believe a word of that. It is all a gloomy fancy, just because you are depressed by a dull, wearisome life."
"Well, perhaps it is," said Maggie, resolutely clearing away the clouds from her face with a bright smile, and throwing herself backward in her chair. "Perhaps it comes from the school diet,--watery rice-pudding spiced with Pinnock. Let us hope it will give way before my mother"s custards and this charming Geoffrey Crayon."