"Believe me ever your affectionate cousin,
"MONICA KNOLLYS."
Milly and I were both afraid that Uncle Silas would refuse his consent, although we could not divine any sound reason for his doing so, and there were many in favour of his improving the opportunity of allowing poor Milly to see some persons of her own s.e.x above the rank of menials.
At about twelve o"clock my uncle sent for us, and, to our great delight, announced his consent, and wished us a very happy excursion.
CHAPTER XLII
_ELVERSTON AND ITS PEOPLE_
So Milly and I drove through the gabled high street of Feltram next day. We saw my gracious cousin smoking with a man like a groom, at the door of the "Plume of Feathers." I drew myself back as we pa.s.sed, and Milly popped her head out of the window.
"I"m blessed," said she, laughing, "if he hadn"t his thumb to his nose, and winding up his little finger, the way he does with old Wyat--L"Amour, ye know; and you may be sure he said something funny, for Jim Jolliter was laughin", with his pipe in his hand."
"I wish I had not seen him, Milly. I feel as if it were an ill omen. He always looks so cross; and I dare say he wished us some ill," I said.
"No, no, you don"t know Dudley: if he were angry, he"d say nothing that"s funny; no, he"s not vexed, only shamming vexed."
The scenery through which we pa.s.sed was very pretty. The road brought us through a narrow and wooded glen. Such studies of ivied rocks and twisted roots! A little stream tinkled lonely through the hollow. Poor Milly! In her odd way she made herself companionable. I have sometimes fancied an enjoyment of natural scenery not so much a faculty as an acquirement. It is so exquisite in the instructed, so strangely absent in uneducated humanity.
But certainly with Milly it was inborn and hearty; and so she could enter into my raptures, and requite them.
Then over one of those beautiful Derbyshire moors we drove, and so into a wide wooded hollow, where was our first view of Cousin Monica"s pretty gabled house, beautified with that indescribable air of shelter and comfort which belongs to an old English residence, with old timber grouped round it, and something in its aspect of the quaint old times and bygone merrymakings, saying sadly, but genially, "Come in: I bid you welcome.
For two hundred years, or more, have I been the home of this beloved old family, whose generations I have seen in the cradle and in the coffin, and whose mirth and sorrows and hospitalities I remember. All their friends, like you, were welcome; and you, like them, will here enjoy the warm illusions that cheat the sad conditions of mortality; and like them you will go your way, and others succeed you, till at last I, too, shall yield to the general law of decay, and disappear."
By this time poor Milly had grown very nervous; a state which she described in such very odd phraseology as threw me, in spite of myself--for I affected an impressive gravity in lecturing her upon her language--into a hearty fit of laughter.
I must mention, however, that in certain important points Milly was very essentially reformed. Her dress, though not very fashionable, was no longer absurd. And I had drilled her into speaking and laughing quietly; and for the rest I trusted to the indulgence which is always, I think, more honestly and easily obtained from well-bred than from under-bred people.
Cousin Monica was out when we arrived; but we found that she had arranged a double-bedded room for me and Milly, greatly to our content; and good Mary Quince was placed in the dressing-room beside us.
We had only just commenced our toilet when our hostess entered, as usual in high spirits, welcomed and kissed us both again and again. She was, indeed, in extraordinary delight, for she had antic.i.p.ated some stratagem or evasion to prevent our visit; and in her usual way she spoke her mind as frankly about Uncle Silas to poor Milly as she used to do of my dear father to me.
"I did not think he would let you come without a battle; and you know if he chose to be obstinate it would not have been easy to get you out of the enchanted ground, for so it seems to be with that awful old wizard in the midst of it. I mean, Silas, your papa, my dear. Honestly, is not he very like Michael Scott?"
"I never saw him," answered poor Milly. "At least, that I"m aware of," she added, perceiving us smile. "But I do think he"s a thought like old Michael Dobbs, that sells the ferrets, maybe you mean him?"
"Why, you told me, Maud, that you and Milly were reading Walter Scott"s poems. Well, no matter. Michael Scott, my dear, was a dead wizard, with ever so much silvery hair, lying in his grave for ever so many years, with just life enough to scowl when they took his book; and you"ll find him in the "Lay of the Last Minstrel," exactly like your papa, my dear. And my people tell me that your brother Dudley has been seen drinking and smoking about Feltram this week. How long does he remain at home? Not very long, eh? And, Maud, dear, he has not been making love to you? Well, I see; of course he has. And _apropos_ of love-making, I hope that impudent creature, Charles Oakley, has not been teasing you with notes or verses."
"Indeed but he has though," interposed Miss Milly; a good deal to my chagrin, for I saw no particular reason for placing his verses in Cousin Monica"s hands. So I confessed the two little copies of verses, with the qualification, however, that I did not know from whom they came.
"Well now, dear Maud, have not I told you fifty times over to have nothing to say to him? I"ve found out, my dear, he plays, and he is very much in debt. I"ve made a vow to pay no more for him. I"ve been such a fool, you have no notion; and I"m speaking, you know, against myself; it would be such a relief if he were to find a wife to support him; and he has been, I"m told, very sweet upon a rich old maid--a b.u.t.ton-maker"s sister, in Manchester."
This arrow was well shot.
"But don"t be frightened: you are richer as well as younger; and, no doubt, will have your chance first, my dear; and in the meantime, I dare say, those verses, like Falstaff"s _billet-doux,_ you know, are doing double duty."
I laughed, but the b.u.t.ton-maker was a secret trouble to me; and I would have given I know not what that Captain Oakley were one of the company, that I might treat him with the refined contempt which his deserts and my dignity demanded.
Cousin Monica busied herself about Milly"s toilet, and was a very useful lady"s maid, chatting in her own way all the time; and, at last, tapping Milly under the chin with her finger, she said, very complacently--
"I think I have succeeded, Miss Milly; look in the gla.s.s. She really is a very pretty creature."
And Milly blushed, and looked with a shy gratification, which made her still prettier, on the mirror.
Milly indeed was very pretty. She looked much taller now that her dresses were made of the usual length. A little plump she was, beautifully fair, with such azure eyes, and rich hair.
"The more you laugh the better, Milly, for you"ve got very pretty teeth--very pretty; and if you were my daughter, or if your father would become president of a college of magicians, and give you up to me, I venture to say I would place you very well; and even as it is we must try, my dear."
So down to the drawing-room we went; and Cousin Monica entered, leading us both by the hands.
By this time the curtains were closed, and the drawing-room dependent on the pleasant glow of the fire, and the slight provisional illumination usual before dinner.
"Here are my two cousins," began Lady Knollys: "this is Miss Ruthyn, of Knowl, whom I take the liberty of calling Maud; and this is Miss Millicent Ruthyn, Silas"s daughter, you know, whom I venture to call Milly; and they are very pretty, as you will see, when we get a little more light, and they know it very well themselves."
And as she spoke, a frank-eyed, gentle, prettyish lady, not so tall as I, but with a very kind face, rose up from a book of prints, and, smiling, took our hands.
She was by no means young, as I then counted youth--past thirty, I suppose--and with an air that was very quiet, and friendly, and engaging.
She had never been a mere fashionable woman plainly; but she had the ease and polish of the best society, and seemed to take a kindly interest both in Milly and me; and Cousin Monica called her Mary, and sometimes Polly.
That was all I knew of her for the present.
So very pleasantly the time pa.s.sed by till the dressing-bell rang, and we ran away to our room.
"Did I say anything very bad?" asked poor Milly, standing exactly before me, so soon as our door was shut.
"Nothing, Milly; you are doing admirably."
"And I do look a great fool, don"t I?" she demanded.
"You look extremely pretty, Milly; and not a bit like a fool."
"I watch everything. I think I"ll learn it at last; but it comes a little troublesome at first; and they do talk different from what I used--you were quite right there."
When we returned to the drawing-room, we found the party already a.s.sembled, and chatting, evidently with spirit.
The village doctor, whose name I forget, a small man, grey, with shrewd grey eyes, sharp and mulberry nose, whose conflagration extended to his rugged cheeks, and touched his chin and forehead, was conversing, no doubt agreeably, with Mary, as Cousin Monica called her guest.
Over my shoulder, Milly whispered--
"Mr. Carysbroke."
And Milly was quite right: that gentleman chatting with Lady Knollys, his elbow resting on the chimney-piece, was, indeed, our acquaintance of the Windmill Wood. He instantly recognised us, and met us with his pleased and intelligent smile.
"I was just trying to describe to Lady Knollys the charming scenery of the Windmill Wood, among which I was so fortunate as to make your acquaintance, Miss Ruthyn. Even in this beautiful county I know of nothing prettier."