Agnes, I _could_n"t if he prevents it."
In came Miss Charity, very red and angry.
"He"s just in one of his odd tempers. I don"t mind one _word_ he says to-night. He"ll be quite different, you"ll _see_, in the morning.
We"ll sit up here, and have a good talk about it, till it"s time for you to go; and you"ll see I"m quite right. I"m _surprised_," she continued, with severity, "at his talking as he did to-night. I consider it quite worldly and _wicked_! But I contented myself with telling him that he did not think one word of what he said, and that he _knew_ he didn"t, and that he"d tell me so in the morning; and instead of feeling it, as I thought he would, he said something intolerably rude."
Old Etherage, about an hour later, when they were all in animated debate, shuffled to the door, and put in his head, and looked surprised to see Tom, who looked alarmed to see him. And the old gentleman bid them all a glowering good night, and shortly afterwards they heard him wheeled away to his bed-room, and were relieved.
They sat up awfully late, and the old servant, who poked into the room oftener than he was wanted towards the close of their sitting, looked wan and bewildered with drowsiness; and at last Charity, struck by the ghastly resignation of his countenance, glanced at the French clock over the chimney-piece, and e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed--
"Why, merciful goodness! is it possible? A quarter to one! It _can"t possibly be_. Thomas Sedley, _will_ you look at your watch, and tell us what o"clock it really is?"
His watch corroborated the French clock.
"_If_ papa heard this! I really can"t the least _conceive_ how it happened. I did not think it could have been _eleven_. Well, it is _undoubtedly_ the _oddest_ thing that _ever_ happened in this house!"
In the morning, between ten and eleven, when Tom Sedley appeared again at the drawing-room windows, he learned from Charity, in her own emphatic style of narration, what had since taken place, which was not a great deal, but still was uncomfortably ambiguous.
She had visited her father at his breakfast in the study, and promptly introduced the subject of Tom Sedley, and he broke into this line of observation--
"I"d like to know what the deuce Tom Sedley means by talking of business to girls. I"d like to know it. I say, if he has anything to say, why doesn"t he _say_ it, that"s what _I_ say. Here I _am_. What has he to _say_. I don"t object to hear him, be it sense or be it nonsense--out with it! That"s my maxim; and be it sense or be it nonsense, I won"t have it at second-_hand_. That"s _my_ idea."
Acting upon this, Miss Charity insisted that he ought to see Mr.
Etherage; and, with a beating heart, he knocked at the study door, and asked an audience.
"Come in," exclaimed the resonant voice of the Admiral. And Tom Sedley obeyed.
The Admiral extended his hand, and greeted Tom kindly, but gravely.
"Fine day, Mr. Sedley; very fine, sir. It"s an odd thing, Tom Sedley, but there"s more really fine weather up here, at Hazelden, than anywhere else in Wales. More sunshine, and a _deal_ less rain. You"d hardly believe, for you"d fancy on this elevated ground we should naturally have _more_ rain, but it"s _less_, by several inches, than anywhere else in Wales! And there"s next to no damp--the hygrometer tells _that_. And a curious thing, you"ll have a southerly wind up here when it"s blowing from the east on the estuary. You can see it, by Jove! Now just look out of that window; did you ever see such sunshine as that? There"s a clearness in the air up here--at the _other_ side, if you go up, you get _mist_--but there"s something about it here that I would not change for any place in the world."
You may be sure Tom did not dispute any of these points.
"By Jove, Tom Sedley, it would be a glorious day for a sail round the point of Penruthyn. I"d have been down with the tide, sir, this morning if I had been as I was ten years ago; but a fellow doesn"t like to be lifted into his yacht, and the girls did not care for sailing; so I sold her. There wasn"t such a boat--take her for everything--in the _world_--_never_!"
"The _Feather_; wasn"t she, sir?" said Tom.
"The _Feather_! that she was, sir. A name pretty well known, I venture to think. Yes, the _Feather_ was her name."
"I _have_, sir; yes, indeed, often heard her spoken of," said Tom, who had heard one or two of the boatmen of Cardyllian mention her with a guarded sort of commendation. I never could learn, indeed, that there was anything very remarkable about the boat; but Tom would just then have backed any a.s.sertion of the honest Admiral"s with a loyal alacrity, bordering, I am afraid, upon unscrupulousness.
"There are the girls going out with their trowels, going to poke among those flowers; and certainly, I"ll do them justice to say, their garden prospers. I don"t see such flowers _any_where; do you?"
"_Nowhere!_" said Tom, with enthusiasm.
"By, there they"re at it--grubbing and raking. And, by-the-by, Tom, what was that? Sit down for a minute."
Tom felt as if he was going to choke, but he sat down.
"What was that--some nonsense Charity was telling me last night?"
Thus invited, poor Sedley, with many hesitations, and wanderings, and falterings, did get through his romantic story. And Mr. Etherage did not look pleased by the recital; on the contrary, he carried his head unusually high, and looked hot and minatory, but he did not explode.
He continued looking on the opposite wall, as he had done as if he were eyeing a battle there, and he cleared his voice.
"As I understand it, sir, there"s not an income to make it at all prudent. I don"t want my girls to marry; I should, in fact, miss them very much; but if they do, there ought to be a settlement, don"t you see? there should be a settlement, for _I_ can"t do so much for them as people suppose. The property is settled, and the greater part goes to my grand-nephew after me; and I"ve invested, as you know, all my stock and money in the quarry at Llanrwyd; and if she married you, she should live in London the greater part of the year. And I don"t see how you could get on upon what you both have; I don"t, sir. And I must say, I think you ought to have spoken to me before paying your addresses, sir. I don"t think that"s unreasonable; on the contrary, I think it _reasonable, perfectly_ so, and only right and fair. And I must go further, sir; I must say this, I don"t see, sir, without a proper competence, what pretensions you had to address my child."
"None, sir; none in the world, Mr. Etherage. I know, sir, I"ve been thinking of my presumption ever since. I betrayed myself into it, sir; it was a kind of surprise. If I had reflected I should have come to you, sir; but--but you have no idea, sir, how I adore her." Tom"s eye wandered after her through the window, among the flowers. "Or what it would be to me to--to have to"----
Tom Sedley faltered, and bit his lip, and started up quickly and looked at an engraving of old Etherage"s frigate, which hung on the study wall.
He looked at it for some time steadfastly. Never was man so affected by the portrait of a frigate, you would have thought. Vane Etherage saw him dry his eyes stealthily two or three times, and the old gentleman coughed a little, and looked out of the window, and would have got up, if he could, and stood close to it.
"It"s a beautiful day, certainly; wind coming round a bit to the south, though--south by east; that"s always a squally wind with us; and--and--I a.s.sure you I like you, Tom; upon my honour I do, Tom Sedley--better, sir, than any young fellow I know. I think I _do_--I am _sure_, in fact, I do. But this thing--it wouldn"t do--it really wouldn"t; no, Tom Sedley, it wouldn"t _do_; if you reflect you"ll see it. But, of course, you may get on in the world. Rome wasn"t built in a day."
"It"s very kind of you, sir; but the time"s so long, and so many chances," said Sedley, with a sigh like a sob; "and when I go away, sir, the sooner I die, the happier for me."
Tom turned again quickly toward the frigate--the _Vulcan_--and old Etherage looked out of the window once more, and up at the clouds.
"Yes," said the admiral, "it will; we shall have it from south by east. And, d"ye hear, Tom Sedley? I--I"ve been thinking there"s no need to make any fuss about this--this thing; just let it be as if you had never said a word about it, do you mind, and come here just as usual. Let us put it out of our heads; and if you find matters improve, and still wish it, there"s nothing to prevent your speaking to me; only Agnes is perfectly free, you understand, and you are not to make any change in your demeanour--a--or--I mean to be more with my daughters, or anything _marked_, you understand. People begin to talk here, you know, in the club-house, on very slight grounds!
and--and--you understand now; and there mustn"t be any nonsense; and I like you, sir--I like you, Thomas Sedley; I do--I do, indeed, sir."
And old Vane Etherage gave him a very friendly shake by the hand, and Tom thanked him gratefully, and went away reprieved, and took a walk with the girls, and told them, as they expressed it, _everything_; and Vane Etherage thought it inc.u.mbent on him to soften matters a little by asking him to dinner; and Tom accepted; and when they broke up after tea, there was another mistake discovered about the hour, and Miss Charity most emphatically announced that it was _perfectly unaccountable_, and must _never_ occur again; and I hope, for the sake of the venerable man who sat up, resigned and affronted, to secure the hall-door and put out the lamps after the party had broken up, that these irregular hours were kept no more at Hazelden.
CHAPTER VII.
ARCADIAN RED BRICK, LILAC, AND LABURNUM.
AS time proceeds, renewal and decay, its twin principles of mutation, are everywhere and necessarily active, applying to the moral as well as to the material world. Affections displace and succeed one another.
The most beautiful are often the first to die. Characteristics in their beginning, minute and unsubstantial as the fairy brood that people the woodland air, enlarge and materialize till they usurp the dominion of the whole man, and the people and the world are changed.
Sir Booth Fanshawe is away at Paris just now, engaged in a great negotiation, which is to bring order out of chaos, and inform him at last what he is really worth _per annum_. Margaret and her cousin, Miss Sheckleton, have revisited England; their Norman retreat is untenanted for the present.
With the sorrow of a great concealment upon her, with other sorrows that she does not tell, Margaret looks sad and pale.
In a small old suburban house, that stands alone, with a rural affectation, on a little patch of shorn gra.s.s, embowered in lilacs and laburnums, and built of a deep vermillion brick, the residence of these ladies is established.
It is a summer evening, and a beautiful little boy, more than a year old, is sprawling, and babbling, and rolling, and laughing on the gra.s.s upon his back. Margaret, seated on the gra.s.s beside him, prattles and laughs with him, and rolls him about, delighted, and adoring her little idol.
Old Anne Sheckleton, sitting on the bench, smiling happily, under the window, which is cl.u.s.tered round with roses, contributes her quota of nonsense to the prattle.
In the midst of this comes a ring at the bell in the jessamine-covered wall, and a tidy little maid runs out to the green door, opens it, and in steps Cleve Verney.
Margaret is on her feet in a moment, with the light of a different love, something of the old romance, in the glad surprise, "Oh, darling, it is you!" and her arms are about his neck, and he stoops and kisses her fondly, and in his face for a moment, is reflected the glory of that delighted smile.
"Yes, darling. Are you better?"