Richard"s hand lay open by his side. Mrs. Mount"s little white hand by misadventure fell into it. It was not pressed, or soothed for its fall, or made intimate with eloquent fingers. It lay there like a bit of snow on the cold ground. A yellow leaf wavering down from the aspens struck Richard"s cheek, and he drew away the very hand to throw back his hair and smooth his face, and then folded his arms, unconscious of offence. He was thinking ambitiously of his life: his blood was untroubled, his brain calmly working.
"Which is the more perilous?" is a problem put by the PILGRIM: "To meet the temptings of Eve, or to pique her?"
Mrs. Mount stared at the young man as at a curiosity, and turned to flirt with one of her Court. The Guardsmen were mostly sentimental.
One or two rattled, and one was such a good-humoured fellow that Adrian could not make him ridiculous. The others seemed to give themselves up to a silent waxing in length of limb. However far they sat removed, everybody was entangled in their legs. Pursuing his studies, Adrian came to the conclusion, that the same close intellectual and moral affinity which he had discovered to exist between our n.o.bility and our yeomanry, is to be observed between the Guardsman cla.s.s, and that of the corps de ballet: they both live by the strength of their legs, where also their wits, if they do not altogether reside there, are princ.i.p.ally developed: both are volage; wine, tobacco, and the moon, influence both alike; and admitting the one marked difference that does exist, it is, after all, pretty nearly the same thing to be coquetting and sinning on two legs as on the point of a toe.
A long Guardsman with a deep ba.s.s voice sang a doleful song about the twining tendrils of the heart ruthlessly torn, but required urgent persuasions and heavy trumpeting of his lungs to get to the end: before he had accomplished it, Adrian had contrived to raise a laugh in his neighbourhood, so that the company was divided, and the camp split: jollity returned to one-half, while sentiment held the other. Ripton, blotted behind the bosom, was only lucky in securing a higher degree of heat than was possible for the rest. "Are you cold?" she would ask, smiling charitably.
"_I_ am," said the mignonne, as if to excuse her conduct.
"You always appear to be," the fat one sniffed and snapped.
"Won"t you warm two, Mrs. Mortimer?" said the naughty little woman.
Disdain prevented any further notice of her. Those familiar with the ladies enjoyed their sparring, which was frequent. The mignonne was heard to whisper: "That poor fellow will certainly be stewed."
Very prettily the ladies took and gave warmth, for the air on the water was chill and misty. Adrian had beside him the demure one who had stopped the circulation of his anecdote. She in nowise objected to the fair exchange, but said "Hush!" betweenwhiles.
Past Kew and Hammersmith, on the cool smooth water; across Putney reach; through Battersea bridge; and the City grew around them, and the shadows of great mill-factories slept athwart the moonlight.
All the ladies prattled sweetly of a charming day when they alighted on land. Several cavaliers crushed for the honour of conducting Mrs.
Mount to her home.
"My brougham"s here; I shall go alone," said Mrs. Mount. "Some one arrange my shawl."
She turned her back to Richard, who had a view of a delicate neck as he manipulated with the bearing of a mailed knight.
"Which way are you going?" she asked carelessly, and, to his reply as to the direction, said: "Then I can give you a lift," and she took his arm with a matter-of-course air, and walked up the stairs with him.
Ripton saw what had happened. He was going to follow: the portly dame retained him, and desired him to get her a cab.
"Oh, you happy fellow!" said the bright-eyed mignonne, pa.s.sing by.
Ripton procured the cab, and stuffed it full without having to get into it himself.
"Try and let him come in too?" said the persecuting creature, again pa.s.sing.
"Take liberties with your men--you shan"t with me," retorted the angry bosom, and drove off.
"So she"s been and gone and run away and left him after all his trouble!" cried the pert little thing, peering into Ripton"s eyes.
"Now you"ll never be so foolish as to pin your faith to fat women again. There! he shall be made happy another time." She gave his nose a comical tap, and tripped away with her possessor.
Ripton rather forgot his friend for some minutes: Random thoughts laid hold of him. Cabs and carriages rattled past. He was sure he had been among members of the n.o.bility that day, though when they went by him now they only recognized him with an effort of the eyelids. He began to think of the day with exultation, as an event.
Recollections of the mignonne were captivating. "Blue eyes--just what I like! And such a little impudent nose, and red lips, pouting--the very thing I like! And her hair? darkish, I think--say brown. And so saucy, and light on her feet. And kind she is, or she wouldn"t have talked to me like that." Thus, with a groaning soul, he pictured her. His reason voluntarily consigned her to the aristocracy as a natural appanage: but he did amorously wish that Fortune had made a lord of him.
Then his mind reverted to Mrs. Mount, and the strange bits of the conversation he had heard on the hill. He was not one to suspect anybody positively. He was timid of fixing a suspicion. It hovered indefinitely, and clouded people, without stirring him to any resolve. Still the attentions of the lady toward Richard were queer.
He endeavoured to imagine they were in the nature of things, because Richard was so handsome that any woman must take to him. "But he"s married," said Ripton, "and he mustn"t go near these people if he"s married." Not a high morality, perhaps: better than none at all: better for the world were it practised more. He thought of Richard along with that sparkling dame, alone with her. The adorable beauty of his dear bride, her pure heavenly face, swam before him. Thinking of her, he lost sight of the mignonne who had made him giddy.
He walked to Richard"s hotel, and up and down the street there, hoping every minute to hear his step; sometimes fancying he might have returned and gone to bed. Two o"clock struck. Ripton could not go away. He was sure he should not sleep if he did. At last the cold sent him homeward, and leaving the street, on the moonlight side of Piccadilly he met his friend patrolling with his head up and that swing of the feet proper to men who are chanting verses.
"Old Rip!" cried Richard, cheerily. "What on earth are you doing here at this hour of the morning?"
Ripton muttered of his pleasure at meeting him. "I wanted to shake your hand before I went home."
Richard smiled on him in an amused kindly way. "That all? You may shake my hand any day, like a true man as you are, old Rip! I"ve been speaking about you. Do you know, that--Mrs. Mount--never saw you all the time at Richmond, or in the boat!"
"Oh!" Ripton said, well a.s.sured that he was a dwarf: "you saw her safe home?"
"Yes. I"ve been there for the last couple of hours--talking. She talks capitally: she"s wonderfully clever. She"s very like a man, only much nicer. I like her."
"But, Richard, excuse me--I"m sure I don"t mean to offend you--but now you"re married ... perhaps you couldn"t help seeing her home, but I think you really indeed oughtn"t to have gone upstairs."
Ripton delivered this opinion with a modest impressiveness.
"What do you mean?" said Richard. "You don"t suppose I care for any woman but my little darling down there." He laughed.
"No; of course not. That"s absurd. What I mean is, that people perhaps will--you know, they do--they say all manner of things, and that makes unhappiness, and ... I do wish you were going home to-morrow, Ricky. I mean, to your dear wife." Ripton blushed and looked away as he spoke.
The hero gave one of his scornful glances. "So you"re anxious about my reputation. I hate that way of looking on women. Because they have been once misled--look how much weaker they are!--because the world has given them an ill fame, you would treat them as contagious, and keep away from them for the sake of your character!"
"It would be different with me," quoth Ripton.
"How?" asked the hero.
"Because I"m worse than you," was all the logical explanation Ripton was capable of.
"I do hope you will go home soon," he added.
"Yes," said Richard, "and I, so do I hope so. But I"ve work to do now. I dare not, I cannot, leave it. Lucy would be the last to ask me;--you saw her letter yesterday. Now listen to me, Rip. I want to make you be just to women."
Then he read Ripton a lecture on erring women, speaking of them as if he had known them and studied them for years. Clever, beautiful, but betrayed by love, it was the first duty of all true men to cherish and redeem them. "We turn them into curses, Rip; these divine creatures." And the world suffered for it. That--that was the root of all the evil in the world!
"I don"t feel anger or horror at these poor women, Rip! It"s strange. I knew what they were when we came home in the boat. But I do--it tears my heart to see a young girl given over to an old man--a man she doesn"t love. That"s shame!--Don"t speak of it."
Forgetting to contest the premise, that all betrayed women are betrayed by love, Ripton was quite silenced. He, like most young men, had pondered somewhat on this matter, and was inclined to be sentimental when he was not hungry. They walked in the moonlight by the railings of the park. Richard harangued at leisure, while Ripton"s teeth chattered. Chivalry might be dead, but still there was something to do, went the strain. The lady of the day had not been thrown in the hero"s path without an object, he said; and he was sadly right there. He did not express the thing clearly; nevertheless Ripton understood him to mean, he intended to rescue that lady from further transgressions, and show a certain scorn of the world. That lady, and then other ladies unknown, were to be rescued. Ripton was to help. He and Ripton were to be the knights of this enterprise. When appealed to, Ripton acquiesced, and shivered.
Not only were they to be knights, they would have to be t.i.tans, for the powers of the world, the spurious ruling Social G.o.ds, would have to be defied and overthrown. And t.i.tan number one flung up his handsome bold face as if to challenge base Jove on the spot; and t.i.tan number two strained the upper b.u.t.ton of his coat to meet across his pocket-handkerchief on his chest, and warmed his fingers under his coat-tails. The moon had fallen from her high seat and was in the mists of the West, when he was allowed to seek his blankets, and the cold acting on his friend"s eloquence made Ripton"s flesh very contrite. The poor fellow had thinner blood than the hero; but his heart was good. By the time he had got a little warmth about him, his heart gratefully strove to encourage him in the conception of becoming a knight and a t.i.tan; and so striving Ripton fell asleep and dreamed.
CHAPTER x.x.xVII
MRS. BERRY ON MATRIMONY
Behold the hero embarked in the redemption of an erring beautiful woman.
"Alas!" writes the Pilgrim at this very time to Lady Blandish, "I cannot get that legend of the Serpent from me, the more I think. Has he not caught you, and ranked you foremost in his legions? For see: till you were fashioned, the fruits hung immobile on the boughs. They swayed before us, glistening and cold. The hand must be eager that plucked them. They did not come down to us, and smile, and speak our language, and read our thoughts, and know when to fly, when to follow! how surely to have us!