"The young lady is quite beautiful, _we_ thought. I"m so sorry you were not in our seat; though, indeed, people ought not to be staring about them in church; but you would have admired her immensely."
"Oh, I saw them. They were the people nearly opposite to the Verneys"
seat, in the small pew? Yes, they _were_--that is, the young lady, I mean, was perfectly lovely," said little Tom, who could not with any comfort practise a reserve.
"See, the people are beginning to hurry off to church; it must be time to go," said Charity.
So the little party walked up by the court-house into Castle Street, and turned into quaint old Church Street, walking demurely, and talking very quietly to the solemn note of the old bell.
CHAPTER V.
A VISIT TO HAZELDEN.
THEY all looked toward the Malory seat on taking their places in their own; but that retreat was deserted now, and remained so, as Tom Sedley at very brief intervals ascertained, throughout the afternoon service; after which, with a secret sense of disappointment, honest Sedley escorted the Etherage "girls" up the steep road that leads through the wooded glen of Hazelden to the hospitable house of old Vane Etherage.
Everyone in that part of the world knows that generous, pompous, and boisterous old gentleman. You could no more visit Cardyllian without seeing Vane Etherage, than you could visit Naples without seeing Vesuvius. He is a fine portly bust, but little more. In his waking hours he lives alternately in his Bath chair and in the great leathern easy chair in his study. He manages to shuffle very slowly, leaning upon his servant on one side, and propped on his crutch at the other, across the hall of the Cardyllian Club, which boasts about six-and-thirty members, besides visitors, and into the billiard-room, where he takes possession of the chair by the fire, and enjoys the agreeable conversation of Captain Shrapnell, hears all about the new arrivals, who they are, what screws are loose, and where, and generally all the gossip and scandal of the little commonwealth of Cardyllian.
Vane Etherage had served in the navy, and, I believe, reached the rank of captain. In Cardyllian he was humorously styled "the Admiral," when people spoke _of_ him, not _to_ him; for old Etherage was fiery and consequential, and a practical joke which commenced in a note from an imaginary secretary, announcing that "The Badger Hunt" would meet at Hazelden House on a certain day, and inducing hospitable preparations, for the entertainment of those nebulous sportsmen, was like to have had a sanguinary ending. It was well remembered that when young Sn.i.g.g.e.rs of Sligh Farm apologised on that occasion, old Etherage had arranged with Captain Shrapnell, who was to have been his second, that the Admiral was to fight in his Bath chair--an evidence of resource and resolution which was not lost upon his numerous friends.
"How do you do, Sedley? Very glad to see you, Tom--very glad indeed, sir. You"ll come to-morrow and dine; you must, indeed--and next day. You know our Welsh mutton--you do--you know it well; it"s better here than in any other place in the world--in the whole world, sir--the Hazelden mutton, and, egad, you"ll come here--you shall, sir--and dine here with us to-morrow; mind, you shall."
The Admiral wore a fez, from beneath which his gray hair bushed out rather wildly, and he was smoking through an enormous pipe as Tom Sedley entered his study, accompanied by the ladies.
"He says he"s to go away to-morrow," said Miss Charity, with an upbraiding look at Sedley.
"Pooh--nonsense--not _he_--not _you_, Tom--not a bit, sir. We won"t let you. Girls, we won"t _allow_ him to go. Eh?--No--no--you dine here to-morrow, _and_ next day."
"You"re very kind, sir; but I promised, if I am still in Cardyllian to-morrow, to run over to Ware, and dine with Verney."
"_What_ Verney?"
"Cleve Verney."
"D---- him."
"Oh, papa!" exclaimed Miss Charity, grimly.
"Boh!--I _hate_ him--I hate _all_ the Verneys," bawled old Vane Etherage, as if hating were a duty and a generosity.
"Oh--no, papa--you _know_ you don"t--that would be _extremely wicked_,"
said Miss Charity, with that severe superiority with which she governed the Admiral.
"Begad, you"re always telling me I"m wicked--and we know where the _wicked_ go--that"s catechism, I believe--so I"d like to know where"s the difference between that and d--ing a fellow?" exclaimed the portly bust, and blew off his wrath with a testy laugh.
"I think we had better put off our bonnets and coats?--The language is becoming rather strong--and the tobacco," said Miss Charity, with dry dignity, to her sister, leaving the study as she did so.
"I thought it might be that _Kiffyn_ Verney--the uncle fellow--Honourable Kiffyn Verney--_dis_-honourable, _I_ call him--that old dog, sir, he"s no better than a cheat--and I"d be glad of an opportunity to tell him so to his face, sir--you have no _idea_, sir, how he has behaved to me!"
"He has the character of being a very honourable, sir--I"m sorry you think so differently," said honest Tom Sedley, who always stood up for his friends, and their kindred--"and Cleve, I"ve known from my childhood, and I a.s.sure you, sir, a franker or more generous fellow I don"t suppose there is on earth."
"I know nothing about the jackanape, except that he"s nephew of his roguish uncle," said the florid old gentleman with the short high nose and double chin. "He wants to take up Llanderis, and he _shan"t have_ it. He"s under covenant to renew the lease, and the devil of it is, that between me and Wynne Williams we have put the lease astray--and I can"t find it--nor _he_ either--but it will turn up--I don"t care two-pence about it--but no one shall humbug me--I won"t be gammoned, sir, by all the Verneys in England. _Stuff_--sir!"
Then the conversation took a happier turn. The weather was sometimes a little squally with the Admiral--but not often--genial and boisterous--on the whole sunny and tolerably serene--and though he sometimes threatened high and swore at his servants, they knew it did not mean a great deal, and liked him.
People who lived all the year round in Cardyllian, which from November to May, every year, is a solitude, fall into those odd ways and little self-indulgences which gradually metamorphose men of the world into humorists and grotesques. Given a spa.r.s.e population, and difficult intercommunication, which in effect const.i.tute solitude, and you have the conditions of barbarism. Thus it was that Vane Etherage had grown uncouth to a degree that excited the amazement of old contemporaries who happened, from time to time, to look in upon his invalided retirement at Cardyllian.
The ladies and Tom Sedley, in the drawing-room, talked very merrily at tea, while old Vane Etherage, in his study, with the door between the rooms wide open, amused himself with a nautical volume and his terrestrial globe.
"So," said Miss Agnes, "you admired the Malory young lady--Margaret, our maid says, she is called--very much to-day?"
"I did, by Jove. Didn"t you?" said Tom, well pleased to return to the subject.
"Yes," said Agnes, looking down at her spoon--"Yes, I admired her; that is, her features are very regular; she"s what I call extremely handsome; but there are prettier girls."
"_Here_ do you mean?"
"Yes--here."
"And who are they?"
"Well, I don"t say here _now_; but I do think those Miss Dartmores, for instance, who were here last year, and who used to wear those blue dresses, were decidedly prettier. The heroine of Malory, whom you have fallen in love with, seems to me to want animation."
"Why, she couldn"t show a great deal of animation over the Litany," said Tom.
"I did not see her then; I happened to be praying myself during the Litany," said Miss Agnes, recollecting herself.
"It"s more than _I_ was," said Tom.
"You ought not to talk that way, Mr. Sedley. It isn"t _nice_. I wonder you can," said Miss Charity.
"I would not say it, of course, to strangers," said Tom. "But then, I"m so intimate here--and it"s really true, that is, I mean, it was to-day."
"I wonder what you go to church for," said Miss Charity.
"Well, of course, you know, it"s to pray; but I look at the bonnets a little, also; every fellow does. By Jove, if they"d only say truth, I"m certain the clergymen peep--I often saw them. There"s that little fellow, the Rev. Richard Pritchard, the curate, you know--I"d swear I"ve seen that fellow watching you, Agnes, through the c.h.i.n.k in the reading-desk door, while the sermon was going on; and I venture to say he did not hear a word of it."
"You ought to tell the rector, if you really saw that," said Miss Charity, severely.
"Pray do no such thing," entreated Agnes; "a pleasant situation for me!"
"Certainly, if Mr. Pritchard behaves himself as you describe," said Miss Charity; "but I"ve been for hours shut up in the same room with him--sometimes here, and sometimes at the school--about the children, and the widows" fund, and the parish charities, and I never observed the slightest levity; but you are joking, I"m sure."
"I"m _not_, upon my honour. I don"t say it"s the least harm. I don"t see how he can help it; I know if _I_ were up in the air--in a reading-desk, with a good c.h.i.n.k in the door, where I thought no one could see me, and old Doctor Splayfoot preaching his pet sermon over my head--_wouldn"t_ I peep?--that"s all."
"Well, I really think, if he makes a habit of it, I _ought_ to speak to Doctor Splayfoot. I think it"s my _duty_," said Miss Charity, sitting up very stiffly, as she did when she spoke of duty; and when once the notion of a special duty got into her head, her inflexibility, as Tom Sedley and her sister Agnes knew, was terrifying.
"For mercy"s sake, my dear Charry, do think of _me_! If you tell Doctor Splayfoot he"ll be certain to tell it all to Wynne Williams and Doctor Lyster, and Price Apjohn, and every creature in Cardyllian will know everything about it, and a great deal more, before two hours; and once for all, if that ridiculous story is set afloat, into the church door I"ll never set my foot again."