"And what do you think of my friend Headland? I have not overpraised
him, have I?" asked Harry, when he happened to find himself alone with
Julia in the garden the morning after the fete.
"You certainly have not overpraised him," answered Julia, examining some
flowers amid which they were walking. "I do not remember that you ever
said very much in his favour."
"Oh, yes, I did, I am sure, for I admire him more than any other fellow
I know, and I am sure when I was last at home I constantly told you of
the gallant things he had done."
"That was before I saw him, and I suppose I forgot all about it."
"Well, I am glad you like him, indeed, I am sure everybody must. But,
by-the-bye, Julia, do not fall in love with him, however gallant a
fellow he is, or I shall be sorry that I brought him here, though I
should never suppose you likely to be guilty of such a weakness.
Perhaps I ought to have told you at once that I know, to a certainty, he
is not a marrying man. He and I have frequently talked the subject
over, and he has assured me that he should never think of taking a wife
unless, in the first place, she was charming and lovely, and refined and
highly educated, and perfect in every way, indeed, next door to an
angel, and would love him entirely for himself. Perhaps also I ought to
have told you before that he is a man of no family, or rather he does
not know to what family he belongs, as he was separated from them when
an infant, and has lost all means by which he can discover who his
parents were."
Harry did not observe the colour which his remarks brought to his
sister's cheeks while they walked on, for she turned her head as if
looking at the flowers at her side.
"I have not liked to mention this circumstance to any one, not thinking
it fair to my friend, as it would set people talking about him. But you
well know how very tenacious our father is on the subject of birth, and
so I fancy is our mother, and they would blame me excessively if you
were to captivate Headland and be captivated by him; and Algernon, who,
I confess, put me up to speak to you on the subject, says he is certain
that they would never give their consent to your marrying my friend,
though, to confess the truth, there is nothing I should like so much.
In fact, Julia, whether or not he thinks you come up to his standard of
perfection, I cannot help fancying that he admires you excessively, and
so, as Algernon insisted on it, I felt that I must warn you in time."
"In time!" murmured Julia. "You should have said this before."
"I never should have thought of saying it at all, my dear sister, if it
had not been for Algernon," answered Harry. "You know, intimate as I am
with Headland, I could not say anything of the sort to him, or warn him
not to make love to you. And Algernon agrees with me on that point, as
to a man of his delicate honour and sensitive feeling, it would be
equivalent to telling him he must leave Texford, or it would appear as
if I wanted to put the notion into his head."
"Oh, pray do not on any account say a word to him!" exclaimed Julia.
"You would not be justified in saying anything which might make your
friend suppose he is not welcome at Texford."
"Oh, no, depend on my discretion," said Harry, now for the first time
observing Julia's countenance, which in spite of her efforts betrayed
the agitation of her feelings. "My dear Julia, I almost wish that I had
not spoken. I am afraid that what I have said has in some way annoyed
you. Believe me, that nothing would give me greater pleasure in life
than to see you become Headland's wife; in fact, it used to be one of my
boyish dreams of happiness. But, as I said, I felt that I must do as
Algernon wished, and warn you, should he pay you any particular
attention, not to encourage him, as also not to allow the admiration you
naturally have for him to ripen into a warmer feeling. There, I have
done my duty, and I will not say another word on the subject, and I
would not have said it now if I had not been persuaded that I ought to
do so for your happiness," and honest Harry stopped at last, greatly to
his sister's relief.
She pressed her brother's hand, showing that she believed his sincerity,
and then hurried to her room. She would rather have remained in the
fresh air, but she was afraid of meeting any one, and she felt that she
could not just then enter into conversation; least of all would she wish
to meet Captain Headland.
Her brother's words had suddenly revealed to her the state of her own
heart. She had heard Captain Headland praised and spoken of as one of
the most gallant among the gallant officers of the day, and he had
himself recounted to her in modest language some of the daring deeds he
had performed; and yet this brave officer when speaking to her was so
gentle and deferential, that he seemed to feel as if he was addressing a
being infinitely his superior. He evidently preferred her society to
that of any other lady in the house, as he always, when an opportunity
occurred, singled her out from the rest; and several times, when he
fancied she was not watching him, she had observed his eyes fixed on
her, while, whenever he addressed her, his features brightened up in a
way which she had not observed when he was speaking to any one else.
She could not be mistaken with regard to his manner towards her, for she
was confident, noble and honourable as he was, he would not trifle with
her feelings.
"Harry ought, indeed, to have told me this before," she said with a
sigh. "It is now too late. If Headland really loves me, and I am sure
he does, I cannot be mistaken. If he proposes to me I must not leave
him to suppose that I am indifferent to his love."
During the morning Miss Castleton did not appear, and many enquiries
were made. General Sampson especially was very anxious to know what had
become of her, and having his suspicions, was not satisfied that they
might not possibly be correct till Captain Headland came in alone, and,
when asked, assured him that he had not seen Miss Castleton since the
morning.
"Ah! I thought, captain, that she might have put your nautical
experience into requisition, and employed you in rowing the boat on the
lake."
"No," said Headland, "I hope to have the pleasure of being employed in
that way in the afternoon, and I shall be glad if any other lady will
trust herself to my pilotage."
Harry, in the meantime, recollecting that he had promised to pay the
Miss Pembertons a visit, ordered his horse, and took the road to
Hurlston.
As he approached the village, having never been at Downside, he thought
he would first call at Adam Halliburt's cottage and enquire the way.
The cottage, from its remarkable structure, he remembered well.
Calling to a boy to take care of his horse, he dismounted and knocked at
the door. The dame opened it.
"This is an honour, Mr Harry," she said, begging him to enter, with a
look of pleased surprise on her countenance. "To think that now you are
a grand officer you have come to see poor folks like us," she continued,
dusting a chair, while Adam in his frank, hearty way held out his hand
to welcome his guest. He would probably have done the same had the king
come to his cottage.
"To tell you the truth, I am on my way to Downside, and thought I would
call here first to enquire the road," said Harry. "I hope you and your
daughter were not tired by walking about so much yesterday at the fete."
"Thank you, Mr Harry, not a bit; besides, as our May didn't dance she
hadn't so much cause to be tired as most of the young people had."
"She looks somewhat delicate, and ill able to go through what many girls
would think nothing of," observed Harry, for he wished to get the dame
to talk about her daughter.
"Bless you, she is strong and hearty as she ever was, and some time ago
when both the ladies were ill, she sat up night after night watching
them, and was none the worse for it, and fine weather or foul she goes
about the village for that matter all the year round, visiting the poor
and sick when the Miss Pembertons cannot go to them," and the good dame
ran on expatiating on her favourite theme--the praises of May.
Harry was somewhat surprised to hear her speak in such unmeasured terms
of her daughter's good qualities.
"The worthy woman naturally appreciates her daughter, and in her honest
pride feels that she can never speak too highly of her," he thought.
While she was speaking the door opened, and May entered, looking bright
and blooming as usual, and Harry thought her even more lovely than the
day before. She started, and the colour rose slightly to her cheeks, as
she saw him. She evidently did not expect to find a visitor.
Harry naturally enquired if she had enjoyed the fete.
"Yes. She had been amused at all events," she answered with a smile.
"And it was a pleasure to be able afterwards to describe it to the Miss
Pembertons. I mentioned meeting you, sir," she added, "and they look
forward to seeing you before long."
Harry of course said he was on his way to pay his respects to his
cousins, but being uncertain as to their house, had called at her
father's to enquire which it was.
"Our May will be able to show it to you, Mr Harry," said the dame.
"She seldom likes to be long away from the ladies, and I suppose will
soon be going back there."
May hesitated. She did not look upon Mr Castleton as a stranger, but
she naturally felt a degree of timidity at the thoughts of walking with
him alone. When, however, she looked up into his frank open
countenance, after he had sat talking for some time, the feeling
vanished.
He told Adam how well he recollected his trip in the _Nancy_, and
declared that even now he should like to take another. Then he
remembered the little blue-eyed girl he had seen rush into Adam's arms,
utterly regardless of his wet clothes.
Maiden May smiled.
"I remember that I was dreadfully frightened at seeing the boat coming
in, thinking you would all be lost."
She was about to make another remark, which would possibly have greatly
puzzled Harry, when looking up at the clock, she exclaimed--
"I had no idea it had been so late. I got leave to run down and see you
for a few minutes, mother, and ought to have been back again by this
time."
Harry instantly rose.
"I hope that I have not detained you; but if you will kindly, as your
mother proposes, show me the Miss Pembertons' house, I shall be grateful
to you."
May replied that she should be happy to do so, and Harry wishing the
fisherman and his wife good-bye, went to look for the boy who had charge
of his horse. May, stopping to say a few words to the dame, came out by
the time he had returned to the door of the cottage.
Harry, instead of mounting, taking the rein in his hand, walked by her
side.
The subject of their conversation might seem commonplace, though perhaps
it was interesting to themselves. Harry was at length led to speak of
some of his adventures at sea, from a question May had asked him, and on
mentioning one of the battles in which he was engaged, he was surprised
to find that his companion was thoroughly well acquainted with the
details as well as with all the events which had lately taken place.
During the walk Harry could not accuse himself of having said anything
which could have been construed into making love to the fisherman's fair
daughter.
On reaching Downside May went into the house to send for the gardener to
hold his horse, and to announce his visit. The two ladies came to the
door to welcome him.
"I should have known you by your voice," said Miss Mary, taking his
hand, "though you have grown from a boy into a man since we met you
last. But there is something I discern in a voice which never alters:
yours is the tone I like to hear."
"We must not flatter Harry, and I do not do it," observed Miss Jane. "I
see the same expression in his countenance which won my regard when he
was a midshipman. You recollect him, May, do you not?"
"I recognised Mr Castleton at once yesterday," said May without
hesitation. "I should have been ungrateful had I not," and May turned
her blue eyes towards the young officer.
His met them, and, strange to say, May speedily withdrew hers, while a
slight blush rose on her cheeks.
"I am indebted to Miss Halliburt for finding my way here so easily,"
observed Harry, "for I have never been in this part of Hurlston before,
and did not know where your cottage was situated. What a beautiful spot
it is. If I ever settle on shore, it is the sort of place I should
like, with just that peep through the trees to remind me of the ocean
which I have been wont to live on. Perhaps if peace lasts I shall be
compelled to take up my abode on shore."
"Grant that it may," said Miss Jane. "I should think the nations of
Europe must be sick of the fearful strife which has raged so long, and
will be very unwilling to recommence it."
"Things do not look much like it," answered Harry. "The First Consul
has shown no great love for peace; and as I wish to obtain my promotion,
I confess that I should like to have a little more fighting before
long."
"I suppose that is but a natural wish for you to entertain," observed
Miss Jane with a sigh. "Yet I would that you saw the case in a
different light, and might thus be led to reflect how contrary is the
love of fighting to the religion of mercy and peace which we profess.
And even though I acknowledge that fighting may be necessary for the
defence of one's country, we should mourn the stern necessity which
compels men to engage in it."
Harry had no wish to dispute the point with his cousins, although
perhaps he did not quite enter into their views on the subject.
He gladly accepted their invitation to remain to luncheon. As he
watched May attending to Miss Mary, he could not help remarking how
lady-like and graceful was every movement she made; he could scarcely
believe that she had been born and bred in a fisherman's cottage, for
honest and worthy as Adam and his wife appeared, they were plain and
blunt in their manners, though the dame was in some respects certainly
above her class.
"We must show you the grounds," said Miss Jane, when luncheon was over,
"if you are not in a hurry to return home."
Harry was sure he should not be missed at Texford, and would very much
like to see their garden.
The ladies got their bonnets and shawls and went out, May leading Miss
Mary.
"Our dear May has quite spoilt me," observed the blind lady. "Instead
of letting me learn to grope my way about, she always insists on my
taking her arm, so that I can step out without fear of falling over
anything in the path."
May looked affectionately at Miss Mary, as if she felt the duty was one
in which she delighted.
They had just left the house when a girl came running up, saying that
her mother was ill, and would be grateful if Miss Jane would come down
and visit her.
"I must go at once, Mary," she said, "and leave you and May to do the
honours to Harry. I daresay I shall be back before you go," she added,
turning to him, "as the cottage is not far off."
Harry begged her not to hurry.
The grounds, though not extensive, were very pretty, for the Miss
Pembertons had done much to improve them since their arrival. There was
a lawn on the garden side of the house, with a number of flower beds and
shrubberies and walks, and here and there seats, with a rustic arbour
covered with creepers. At the further end of the grounds, where a
spring of water bubbling up formed a pool surrounded by rocks, over
which moisture-loving plants had been taught to creep, was a grotto,
artificially constructed of masses of rock. Miss Mary called Harry's
attention to it, as she and her sister were very proud of the work, it
having been formed under their directions, and she begged him especially
to admire some figures formed with shells, a few only of which were
finished, though they intended that the whole of the interior should be
ornamented in the same style.
"This is just the sort of thing I should like to work at," exclaimed
Harry. "It should be a thoroughly marine grotto. I see that there is a
covey of flying fish already finished. You might have Neptune and his
car and attendant tritons at the further end, dolphins and swordfish and
other inhabitants of the sea on either side. I must compliment the
artist who executed those flying fish. They are most natural."
"Here she is, then, to hear your praises," said Miss Mary. "But we
shall be very glad if you will come and assist, as you take an interest
in the sort of thing, as I am afraid that otherwise it will be a long
time before it is completed."
"I shall be very glad to be of use and to serve under Miss Halliburt,
for she has made so admirable a beginning that she must remain director
of the works. Will you accept my services?" he asked, looking at May.
"I cannot refuse them when they are so frankly offered," she said,
looking up somewhat timidly as she spoke; "though I must leave the Miss
Pembertons to decide who is to be director."
As some baskets of shells and cement for sticking them on were in the
grotto, Harry, with May's assistance, tried his skill and produced a
very creditable flying fish in addition to the covey she had commenced.
"I am very certain I could not have produced the result had I not had
your model to copy from," said Harry.
Miss Mary seemed as much interested as if she could have seen the
designs, and May and Harry worked on till Miss Jane returned,
apologising to him for her long delay. He thought she had been absent
only a few minutes, and was quite surprised to find that an hour or more
had passed away.
They had still some portion of the grounds to visit, and on their return
to the house he was surprised to find, on looking at a clock in the
hall, that he had barely time to gallop back to Texford and to dress for
dinner.