"The child can"t be falling in love with his angle, as he calls her!" cries out Mountain.
"Pooh, pooh! my niece Maria is forty!" says Madam Esmond. "I perfectly well recollect her when I was at home-a great, gawky, carroty creature, with a foot like a pair of bellows." Where is truth, forsooth, and who knoweth it? Is Beauty beautiful, or is it only our eyes that make it so? Does Venus squint? Has she got a splay-foot, red hair, and a crooked back? Anoint my eyes, good Fairy Puck, so that I may ever consider the Beloved Object a paragon! Above all, keep on anointing my mistress"s dainty peepers with the very strongest ointment, so that my noddle may ever appear lovely to her, and that she may continue to crown my honest ears with fresh roses!
Now, not only was Harry Warrington a favourite with some in the drawing-room, and all the ladies of the servants"-hall, but, like master like man, his valet Gumbo was very much admired and respected by very many of the domestic circle. Gumbo had a hundred accomplishments. He was famous as a fisherman, huntsman, blacksmith. He could dress hair beautifully, and improved himself in the art under my lord"s own Swiss gentleman. He was great at cooking many of his Virginian dishes, and learned many new culinary secrets from my lord"s French man. We have heard how exquisitely and melodiously he sang at church; and he sang not only sacred but secular music, often inventing airs and composing rude words after the habit of his people. He played the fiddle so charmingly, that he set all the girls dancing in Castlewood Hall, and was ever welcome to a gratis mug of ale at the Three Castles in the village, if he would but bring his fiddle with him. He was good-natured and loved to play for the village children: so that Mr. Warrington"s negro was a universal favourite in all the Castlewood domain.
Now it was not difficult for the servants"-hall folks to perceive that Mr. Gumbo was a liar, which fact was undoubted in spite of all his good qualities. For instance, that day at church, when he pretended to read out of Molly"s psalm-book, he sang quite other words than those which were down in the book, of which he could not decipher a syllable. And he pretended to understand music, whereupon the Swiss valet brought him some, and Master Gumbo turned the page upside down. These instances of long-bow practice daily occurred, and were patent to all the Castlewood household. They knew Gumbo was a liar, perhaps not thinking the worse of him for this weakness; but they did not know how great a liar he was, and believed him much more than they had any reason for doing, and because, I suppose, they liked to believe him.
Whatever might be his feelings of wonder and envy on first viewing the splendour and comforts of Castlewood, Mr. Gumbo kept his sentiments to himself, and examined the place, park, appointments, stables, very coolly. The horses, he said, were very well, what there were of them; but at Castlewood in Virginia they had six times as many, and let me see, fourteen eighteen grooms to look after them. Madam Esmond"s carriages were much finer than my lord"s,-great deal more gold on the panels. As for her gardens, they covered acres, and they grew every kind of flower and fruit under the sun. Pineapples and peaches? Pineapples and peaches were so common, they were given to pigs in his country. They had twenty forty gardeners, not white gardeners, all black gentlemen, like hisself. In the house were twenty forty gentlemen in livery, besides women-servants-never could remember how many women-servants,-dere were so many: tink dere were fifty women-servants-all Madam Esmond"s property, and worth ever so many hundred pieces of eight apiece. How much was a piece of eight? Bigger than a guinea, a piece of eight was. Tink, Madam Esmond have twenty thirty thousand guineas a year,-have whole rooms full of gold and plate. Came to England in one of her ships; have ever so many ships, Gumbo can"t count how many ships; and estates, covered all over with tobacco and negroes, and reaching out for a week"s journey. Was Master Harry heir to all this property? Of course, now Master George was killed and scalped by the Indians. Gumbo had killed ever so many Indians, and tried to save Master George, but he was Master Harry"s boy,-and Master Harry was as rich,-oh, as rich as ever he like. He wore black now, because Master George was dead; but you should see his chests full of gold clothes, and lace, and jewels at Bristol. Of course, Master Harry was the richest man in all Virginia, and might have twenty sixty servants; only he liked travelling with one best, and that one, it need scarcely be said, was Gumbo.
This story was not invented at once, but gradually elicited from Mr. Gumbo, who might have uttered some trifling contradictions during the progress of the narrative, but by the time he had told his tale twice or thrice in the servants"-hall or the butler"s private apartment, he was pretty perfect and consistent in his part, and knew accurately the number of slaves Madam Esmond kept, and the amount of income which she enjoyed. The truth is, that as four or five blacks are required to do the work of one white man, the domestics in American establishments are much more numerous than in ours; and, like the houses of most other Virginian landed proprietors, Madam Esmond"s mansion and stables swarmed with negroes.
Mr. Gumbo"s account of his mistress"s wealth and splendour was carried to my lord by his lordship"s man, and to Madame de Bernstein and my ladies by their respective waiting-women, and, we may be sure, lost nothing in the telling. A young gentleman in England is not the less liked because he is reputed to be the heir to vast wealth and possessions; when Lady Castlewood came to hear of Harry"s prodigious expectations, she repented of her first cool reception of him, and of having pinched her daughter"s arm till it was black-and-blue for having been extended towards the youth in too friendly a manner. Was it too late to have him back into those fair arms? Lady f.a.n.n.y was welcome to try, and resumed the dancing-lessons. The Countess would play the music with all her heart. But, how provoking! that odious, sentimental Maria would always insist upon being in the room; and, as sure as f.a.n.n.y walked in the gardens or the park, so sure would her sister come trailing after her. As for Madame de Bernstein, she laughed, and was amused at the stories of the prodigious fortune of her Virginian relatives. She knew her half-sister"s man of business in London, and very likely was aware of the real state of Madame Esmond"s money matters; but she did not contradict the rumours which Gumbo and his fellow-servants had set afloat; and was not a little diverted by the effect which these reports had upon the behaviour of the Castlewood family towards their young kinsman.
"Hang him! Is he so rich, Molly?" said my lord to his elder sister. "Then good-bye to our chances with your aunt. The Baroness will be sure to leave him all her money to spite us, and because he doesn"t want it. Nevertheless, the lad is a good lad enough, and it is not his fault being rich, you know."
"He is very simple and modest in his habits for one so wealthy," remarks Maria.
"Rich people often are so," says my lord. "If I were rich, I often think I would be the greatest miser, and live in rags and on a crust. Depend on it there is no pleasure so enduring as money-getting. It grows on you, and increases with old age. But because I am as poor as Lazarus, I dress in purple and fine linen, and fare sumptuously every day."
Maria went to the book-room and got the History of Virginia, by R. B. Gent-and read therein what an admirable climate it was, and how all kinds of fruit and corn grew in that province, and what n.o.ble rivers were those of Potomac and Rappahannoc, abounding in all sorts of fish. And she wondered whether the climate would agree with her, and whether her aunt would like her? And Harry was sure his mother would adore her, so would Mountain. And when he was asked about the number of his mother"s servants, he said, they certainly had more servants than are seen in England-he did not know how many. But the negroes did not do near as much work as English servants did hence the necessity of keeping so great a number. As for some others of Gumbo"s details which were brought to him, he laughed and said the boy was wonderful as a romancer, and in telling such stories he supposed was trying to speak out for the honour of the family.
So Harry was modest as well as rich! His denials only served to confirm his relatives" opinion regarding his splendid expectations. More and more the Countess and the ladies were friendly and affectionate with him. More and more Mr. Will betted with him, and wanted to sell him bargains. Harry"s simple dress and equipage only served to confirm his friends" idea of his wealth. To see a young man of his rank and means with but one servant, and without horses or a carriage of his own-what modesty! When he went to London he would cut a better figure? Of course he would. Castlewood would introduce him to the best society in the capital, and he would appear as he ought to appear at St. James"s. No man could be more pleasant, wicked, lively, obsequious than the worthy chaplain, Mr. Sampson. How proud he would be if he could show his young friend a little of London life!-if he could warn rogues off him, and keep him out of the way of harm! Mr. Sampson was very kind: everybody was very kind. Harry liked quite well the respect that was paid to him. As Madam Esmond"s son he thought perhaps it was his due: and took for granted that he was the personage which his family imagined him to be. How should he know better, who had never as yet seen any place but his own province, and why should he not respect his own condition when other people respected it so? So all the little knot of people at Castlewood House, and from these the people in Castlewood village, and from thence the people in the whole county, chose to imagine that Mr. Harry Esmond Warrington was the heir of immense wealth, and a gentleman of very great importance, because his negro valet told lies about him in the servants"-hall.
Harry"s aunt, Madame de Bernstein, after a week or two, began to tire of Castlewood and the inhabitants of that mansion, and the neighbours who came to visit them. This clever woman tired of most things and people sooner or later. So she took to nodding and sleeping over the chaplain"s stories, and to doze at her whist and over her dinner, and to be very snappish and sarcastic in her conversation with her Esmond nephews and nieces, hitting out blows at my lord and his brother the jockey, and my ladies, widowed and unmarried, who winced under her scornful remarks, and bore them as they best might. The cook, whom she had so praised on first coming, now gave her no satisfaction; the wine was corked; the house was damp, dreary, and full of draughts; the doors would not shut, and the chimneys were smoky. She began to think the Tunbridge waters were very necessary for her, and ordered the doctor, who came to her from the neighbouring town of Hexton, to order those waters for her benefit.
"I wish to heaven she would go!" growled my lord, who was the most independent member of his family. "She may go to Tunbridge, or she may go to Bath, or she may go to Jericho, for me."
"Shall f.a.n.n.y and I come with you to Tunbridge, dear Baroness?" asked Lady Castlewood of her sister-in-law.
"Not for worlds, my dear! The doctor orders me absolute quiet, and if you came I should have the knocker going all day, and f.a.n.n.y"s lovers would never be out of the house," answered the Baroness, who was quite weary of Lady Castlewood"s company.
"I wish I could be of any service to my aunt!" said the sentimental Lady Maria, demurely.
"My good child, what can you do for me? You cannot play piquet so well as my maid, and I have heard all your songs till I am perfectly tired of them! One of the gentlemen might go with me: at least make the journey, and see me safe from highwaymen."
"I"m sure, ma"am, I shall be glad to ride with you," said Mr. Will.
"Oh, not you! I don"t want you, William," cried the young man"s aunt. "Why do not you offer, and where are your American manners, you ungracious Harry Warrington? Don"t swear, Will, Harry is much better company than you are, and much better ton too, sir."
"Tong, indeed! Confound his tong," growled envious Will to himself.
"I dare say I shall be tired of him, as I am of other folks," continued the Baroness. "I have scarcely seen Harry at all in these last days. You shall ride with me to Tunbridge, Harry!"
At this direct appeal, and to no one"s wonder more than that of his aunt, Mr. Harry Warrington blushed, and hemmed and ha"d and at length said, "I have promised my cousin Castlewood to go over to Hexton Petty Sessions with him to-morrow. He thinks I should see how the Courts here are conducted-and-and-the partridge-shooting will soon begin, and I have promised to be here for that, ma"am." Saying which words, Harry Warrington looked as red as a poppy, whilst Lady Maria held her meek face downwards, and nimbly plied her needle.
"You actually refuse to go with me to Tunbridge Wells?" called out Madame Bernstein, her eyes lightening, and her face flushing up with anger, too.
"Not to ride with you, ma"am; that I will do with all my heart; but to stay there-I have promised..."
"Enough, enough, sir! I can go alone, and don"t want your escort," cried the irate old lady, and rustled out of the room.
The Castlewood family looked at each other with wonder. Will whistled. Lady Castlewood glanced at f.a.n.n.y, as much as to say, His chance is over. Lady Maria never lifted up her eyes from her tambour-frame.
CHAPTER XVII. On the Scent
Young Harry Warrington"s act of revolt came so suddenly upon Madame de Bernstein, that she had no other way of replying to it, than by the prompt outbreak of anger with which we left her in the last chapter. She darted two fierce glances at Lady f.a.n.n.y and her mother as she quitted the room. Lady Maria over her tambour-frame escaped without the least notice, and scarcely lifted up her head from her embroidery, to watch the aunt retreating, or the looks which mamma-in-law and sister threw at one another.
"So, in spite of all, you have, madam?" the maternal looks seemed to say.
"Have what?" asked Lady f.a.n.n.y"s eyes. But what good in looking innocent? She looked puzzled. She did not look one-tenth part as innocent as Maria. Had she been guilty, she would have looked not guilty much more cleverly; and would have taken care to study and compose a face so as to be ready to suit the plea. Whatever was the expression of f.a.n.n.y"s eyes, mamma glared on her as if she would have liked to tear them out.
But Lady Castlewood could not operate upon the said eyes then and there, like the barbarous monsters in the stage-direction in King Lear. When her ladyship was going to tear out her daughter"s eyes, she would retire smiling, with an arm round her dear child"s waist, and then gouge her in private.
"So you don"t fancy going with the old lady to Tunbridge Wells?" was all she said to Cousin Warrington, wearing at the same time a perfectly well-bred simper on her face.
"And small blame to our cousin!" interposed my lord. (The face over the tambour-frame looked up for one instant.) "A young fellow must not have it all idling and holiday. Let him mix up something useful with his pleasures, and go to the fiddles and pump-rooms at Tunbridge or the Bath later. Mr. Warrington has to conduct a great estate in America: let him see how ours in England are carried on. Will hath shown him the kennel and the stables; and the games in vogue, which I think, cousin, you seem to play as well as your teachers. After harvest we will show him a little English fowling and shooting: in winter we will take him out a-hunting. Though there has been a coolness between us and our aunt-kinswoman in Virginia, yet we are of the same blood. Ere we send our cousin back to his mother, let us show him what an English gentleman"s life at home is. I should like to read with him as well as sport with him, and that is why I have been pressing him of late to stay and bear me company."
My lord spoke with such perfect frankness that his mother-in-law and half-brother and sister could not help wondering what his meaning could be. The three last-named persons often held little conspiracies together, and caballed or grumbled against the head of the house. When he adopted that frank tone, there was no fathoming his meaning: often it would not be discovered until months had pa.s.sed. He did not say, "This is true," but, "I mean that this statement should be accepted and believed in my family." It was then a thing convenue, that my Lord Castlewood had a laudable desire to cultivate the domestic affections, and to educate, amuse, and improve his young relative; and that he had taken a great fancy to the lad, and wished that Harry should stay for some time near his lordship.
"What is Castlewood"s game now?" asked William of his mother and sister as they disappeared into the corridors. "Stop! By George, I have it!"
"What, William?"
"He intends to get him to play, and to win the Virginia estate back from him. That"s what it is!"
"But the lad has not got the Virginia estate to pay, if he loses," remarks mamma.
"If my brother has not some scheme in view, may I be--."
"Hush! Of course he has a scheme in view. But what is it?"
"He can"t mean Maria-Maria is as old as Harry"s mother," muses Mr. William.
"Pooh! with her old face and sandy hair and freckled skin! Impossible!" cries Lady f.a.n.n.y, with somewhat of a sigh.
"Of course, your ladyship had a fancy for the Iroquois, too!" cried mamma.
"I trust I know my station and duty better, madam! If I had liked him, that is no reason why I should marry him. Your ladyship hath taught me as much as that."
"My Lady f.a.n.n.y!"
"I am sure you married our papa without liking him. You have told me so a thousand times!"
"And if you did not love our father before marriage, you certainly did not fall in love with him afterwards," broke in Mr. William, with a laugh. "Fan and I remember how our honoured parents used to fight. Don"t us, Fan? And our brother Esmond kept the peace."
"Don"t recall those dreadful low scenes, William!" cries mamma. "When your father took too much drink, he was like a madman; and his conduct should be a warning to you, sir, who are fond of the same horrid practice."
"I am sure, madam, you were not much the happier for marrying the man you did not like, and your ladyship"s t.i.tle hath brought very little along with it," whimpered out Lady f.a.n.n.y. "What is the use of a coronet with the jointure of a tradesman"s wife?-how many of them are richer than we are? There is come lately to live in our Square, at Kensington, a grocer"s widow from London Bridge, whose daughters have three gowns where I have one; and who, though they are waited on but by a man and a couple of maids, I know eat and drink a thousand times better than we do with our sc.r.a.ps of cold meat on our plate, and our great flaunting, trapesing, impudent, lazy lacqueys!"
"He! he! glad I dine at the palace, and not at home!" said Mr. Will. (Mr. Will, through his aunt"s interest with Count Puffendorff, Groom of the Royal {and Serene Electoral} Powder-Closet, had one of the many small places at Court, that of Deputy Powder.) "Why should I not be happy without any t.i.tle except my own?" continued Lady Frances. "Many people are. I dare say they are even happy in America."
"Yes!-with a mother-in-law who is a perfect Turk and Tartar, for all I hear-with Indian war-whoops howling all around you and with a danger of losing your scalp, or of being eat up by a wild beast every time you went to church."
"I wouldn"t go to church," said Lady f.a.n.n.y.
"You"d go with anybody who asked you, Fan!" roared out Mr. Will: "and so would old Maria, and so would any woman, that"s the fact." And Will laughed at his own wit.
"Pray, good folks, what is all your merriment about?" here asked Madame Bernstein, peeping in on her relatives from the tapestried door which led into the gallery where their conversation was held.
Will told her that his mother and sister had been having a fight (which was not a novelty, as Madame Bernstein knew), because f.a.n.n.y wanted to marry their cousin, the wild Indian, and my lady Countess would not let her. f.a.n.n.y protested against this statement. Since the very first day when her mother had told her not to speak to the young gentleman, she had scarcely exchanged two words with him. She knew her station better. She did not want to be scalped by wild Indians, or eat up by bears.
Madame de Bernstein looked puzzled. "If he is not staying for you, for whom is he staying?" she asked. "At the houses to which he has been carried, you have taken care not to show him a woman that is not a fright or in the nursery; and I think the boy is too proud to fall in love with a dairymaid, Will."
"Humph! That is a matter of taste, ma"am," says Mr. William, with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Of Mr. William Esmond"s taste, as you say; but not of yonder boy"s. The Esmonds of his grandfather"s nurture, sir, would not go a-courting in the kitchen."
"Well, ma"am, every man to his taste, I say again. A fellow might go farther and fare worse than my brother"s servants"-hall, and besides Fan, there"s only the maids or old Maria to choose from."
"Maria! Impossible!" And yet, as she spoke the very words, a sudden thought crossed Madame Bernstein"s mind, that this elderly Calypso might have captivated her young Telemachus. She called to mind half a dozen instances in her own experience of young men who had been infatuated by old women. She remembered how frequent Harry Warrington"s absences had been of late-absences which she attributed to his love for field sports. She remembered how often, when he was absent, Maria Esmond was away too. Walks in cool avenues, whisperings in garden temples, or behind clipt hedges, casual squeezes of the hand in twilight corridors, or sweet glances and ogles in meetings on the stairs,-a lively fancy, an intimate knowledge of the world, very likely a considerable personal experience in early days, suggested all these possibilities and chances to Madame de Bernstein, just as she was saying that they were impossible.
"Impossible, ma"am! I don"t know," Will continued. "My mother warned Fan off him."
"Oh, your mother did warn f.a.n.n.y off?"
"Certainly, my dear Baroness!"
"Didn"t she? Didn"t she pinch f.a.n.n.y"s arm black-and-blue? Didn"t they fight about it?"
"Nonsense, William! For shame, William!" cry both the implicated ladies in a breath.
"And now, since we have heard how rich he is, perhaps it is sour grapes, that is all. And now, since he is warned off the young bird, perhaps he is hunting the old one, that"s all. Impossible why impossible? You know old Lady Suffolk, ma"am?"
"William, how can you speak about Lady Suffolk to your aunt?"
A grin pa.s.sed over the countenance of the young gentleman. "Because Lady Suffolk was a special favourite at Court? Well, other folks have succeeded her."
"Sir!" cries Madame de Bernstein, who may have had her reasons to take offence.
"So they have, I say; or who, pray, is my Lady Yarmouth now? And didn"t old Lady Suffolk go and fall in love with George Berkeley, and marry him when she was ever so old? Nay, ma"am, if I remember right-and we hear a deal of town-talk at our table-Harry Estridge went mad about your ladyship when you were somewhat rising twenty; and would have changed your name a third time if you would but have let him."
This allusion to an adventure of her own later days, which was, indeed, pretty notorious to all the world, did not anger Madame de Bernstein, like Will"s former hint about his aunt having been a favourite at George the Second"s Court; but, on the contrary, set her in good-humour.
"Au fait," she said, musing, as she played a pretty little hand on the table, and no doubt thinking about mad young Harry Estridge; ""tis not impossible, William, that old folks, and young folks, too, should play the fool."
"But I can"t understand a young fellow being in love with Maria," continued Mr. William, "however he might be with you, ma"am. That"s oter shose, as our French tutor used to say. You remember the Count, ma"am; he! he!-and so does Maria!"
"William!"
"And I dare say the Count remembers the bastinado Castlewood had given to him. A confounded French dancing-master calling himself a count, and daring to fall in love in our family! Whenever I want to make myself uncommonly agreeable to old Maria, I just say a few words of parly voo to her. She knows what I mean."
"Have you abused her to your cousin, Harry Warrington?" asked Madame de Bernstein.
"Well-I know she is always abusing me-and I have said my mind about her," said Will.
"Oh, you idiot!" cried the old lady. "Who but a gaby ever spoke ill of a woman to her sweetheart? He will tell her everything, and they both will hate you."
"The very thing, ma"am!" cried Will, bursting into a great laugh. "I had a sort of a suspicion, you see, and two days ago, as we were riding together, I told Harry Warrington a bit of my mind about Maria;-why shouldn"t I, I say? She is always abusing me, ain"t she, Fan? And your favourite turned as red as my plush waistcoat-wondered how a gentleman could malign his own flesh and blood, and, trembling all over with rage, said I was no true Esmond."
"Why didn"t you chastise him, sir, as my lord did the dancing-master?" cried Lady Castlewood.
"Well, mother,-you see that at quarter-staff there"s two sticks used," replied Mr. William; "and my opinion is, that Harry Warrington can guard his own head uncommonly well. Perhaps that is one of the reasons why I did not offer to treat my cousin to a caning. And now you say so, ma"am, I know he has told Maria. She has been looking battle, murder, and sudden death at me ever since. All which shows--" and here he turned to his aunt.
"All which shows what?"
"That I think we are on the right scent; and that we"ve found Maria-the old fox!" And the ingenuous youth here clapped his hand to his mouth, and gave a loud halloo.
How far had this pretty intrigue gone? now was the question. Mr. Will said, that at her age, Maria would be for conducting matters as rapidly as possible, not having much time to lose. There was not a great deal of love lost between Will and his half-sister.
"Who would sift the matter to the bottom? Scolding one party or the other was of no avail. Threats only serve to aggravate people in such cases. I never was in danger but once, young people," said Madame de Bernstein, "and I think that was because my poor mother contradicted me. If this boy is like others of his family, the more we oppose him, the more entete he will be; and we shall never get him out of his sc.r.a.pe."
"Faith, ma"am, suppose we leave him in it?" grumbled Will. "Old Maria and I don"t love each other too much, I grant you; but an English earl"s daughter is good enough for an American tobacco-planter, when all is said and done."
Here his mother and sister broke out. They would not hear of such a union. To which Will answered, "You are like the dog in the manger. You don"t want the man yourself, f.a.n.n.y"
"I want him, indeed!" cries Lady f.a.n.n.y, with a toss of her head.
"Then why grudge him to Maria? I think Castlewood wants her to have him."
"Why grudge him to Maria, sir?" cried Madame de Bernstein, with great energy. "Do you remember who the poor boy is, and what your house owes to his family? His grandfather was the best friend your father ever had, and gave up this estate, this t.i.tle, this very castle, in which you are conspiring against the friendless Virginian lad, that you and yours might profit by it. And the reward for all this kindness is, that you all but shut the door on the child when he knocks at it, and talk of marrying him to a silly elderly creature who might be his mother! He shan"t marry her."
"The very thing we were saying and thinking, my dear Baroness!" interposes Lady Castlewood. "Our part of the family is not eager about the match, though my lord and Maria may be."
"You would like him for yourself, now that you hear he is rich-and may be richer, young people, mind you that," cried Madam Beatrix, turning upon the other women.
"Mr. Warrington may be ever so rich, madam, but there is no need why your ladyship should perpetually remind us that we are poor," broke in Lady Castlewood, with some spirit. "At least there is very little disparity in f.a.n.n.y"s age and Mr. Harry"s; and you surely will be the last to say that a lady of our name and family is not good enough for any gentleman born in Virginia or elsewhere."
"Let f.a.n.n.y take an English gentleman, Countess, not an American. With such a name and such a mother to help her, and with all her good looks and accomplishments, sure, she can"t fail of finding a man worthy of her. But from what I know about the daughters of this house, and what I imagine about our young cousin, I am certain that no happy match could be made between them."