CHAPTER XI

Sam was so little satisfied with Augusta's health that he insisted on

her being taken to the sea; and a client of Robert's at once offered to

lend him his house, which was in a sheltered bay on the South Coast,

for six months. As Jane was unable to go into company, she demurred

a good deal less than she might otherwise have done; and, like most

wives, was not averse to suffering the mild anguish of a temporary

separation from her husband.

Sam himself took charge of them on the journey, as Robert was engaged

on an important case; and he had the satisfaction of assuring himself

that the climate was suited to his little patient.

She and Emma were delighted with the change, and as the weather was

unusually mild, they rambled about the greater part of the day.

It was with sincere regret that Emma parted from Sam; she had found

in him a true friend, and one who comprehended the possible evils of

her situation with much greater distinctness than had been the case

with Elizabeth. They all escorted him to the mail coach at A----, and

Emma was constrained to wonder if it were to be for ever her lot to be

parted from all to whom she had become attached; while little Augusta,

holding her young uncle's hands, danced round with him on the publick

road, to the indignation of her mother and the amusement of the other

passengers.

At Emma's request, the child's nurse had been dismissed on their

leaving Croydon; Emma now taking Augusta under her sole charge, to the

great advantage of the little girl, who had been considerably tried by

the vagaries of an uncertain temper and an injudicious arrangement of

her meals.

As her health rapidly improved, Emma commenced some simple lessons with

her, which included instruction in drawing, for which she showed some

aptitude. In the course of a few weeks she had copied a little picture

so neatly, that Jane enclosed it in a letter to her father, who was so

pleased that he sent her down a box of water-colours. This was a great

boon to the child during the broken weather, which set in for a short

time.

As Jane was really fond of her little daughter, she could not but feel

grateful to Emma for her care of her; but she had been not a little

offended at finding her indifferent to the petty gossip of Croydon,

which occupied half her own time, and had always been willingly

listened to by both Elizabeth and Margaret. At once jealous of her,

and yet considering her to be wanting in fashion, she was nevertheless

gratified by the pretty manners she was instilling into Augusta.

Emma was teaching her to curtsey before leaving the room; but, as she

was of a very lively disposition, she would often run out into the hall

before she could remember to do so. They would then hear her stopping

short, and saying to herself, "Oh, I forgot!" when she would come

running back to make her curtsey. It was all done so prettily, they

could not but be delighted with her.

It had been apparent from the first that Jane had derived but little

pleasure from the excursions by the sea, or through the country

lanes, which delighted Emma and Augusta so much; preferring rather

to drive in the pony chaise, which had been left for their use, into

the neighbouring town of A----. It was not, however, until the early

days of June that Emma began to notice how many hours she was spending

there; and presently Jane informed her that a former school friend,

a Mrs. Burton, now a widow, had taken rooms in the hotel there, and

that she spent the most of her time with her, playing cards. She also

confessed that this lady was no favourite of Robert's. This was very

unwelcome news to Emma, who knew her brother to be very far from

particular.

"I assure you, Emma," Jane continued earnestly, "it is all prejudice;

Jemima Burton is of quite superior style, and very well off. You could

hardly meet with anyone more agreeable; and she is all anxiety to know

you. I hope you will come with me to-morrow--she will not be having

company--we shall be quite by ourselves."

Emma was considerably embarrassed.

"I could not leave Augusta," she said.

"Oh! The maids here will take every care of her--she will not be

wanting for anything. I cannot very well go without you, when she has

made such a point of it."

On the following afternoon, therefore, Emma was constrained to drive

with her sister-in-law into A----, and they were shown into the common

sitting-room of the hotel, where they were warmly received by a vulgar,

over-dressed woman.

"Now, I call this kind," she exclaimed. "And so this is the young lady

Lord Osborne admired!"

This was said in such a loud voice that everyone in the room turned

and stared at Emma; so that, in spite of her efforts to maintain her

countenance, she grew crimson.

"Introduce me, madam, I beg," said a thin, unpleasant-looking man,

thrusting himself boldly forward; "I know his Lordship well, and am

proud to make the acquaintance of any friend of his."

"Allow me to have the pleasure of introducing Captain Conway, Miss

Watson."

Emma's curtsey was of the slightest. They were then joined by two or

three other men, all of them desiring to be presented, and each more

objectionable than the last.

With a quiet courage which surprised Emma herself, she said--

"I am in mourning for my father and do not desire introductions. I

understood, ma'am, that we were to be received by you in your own

rooms."

Jane stared at her sister-in-law; but Mrs. Burton at once gave in; and,

waving them all aside, declared that they were sad fellows, and that

none of them need think to be introduced. With that she led the way to

her apartments; but, to Emma's surprise, they were closely followed by

Captain Conway.

"Oh! he is my cousin," she said with bold assurance; but Emma was

convinced that this was a falsehood; the more so that the gentleman in

question laughed immoderately, and repeated the assertion several times

over.

He placed himself at her side and, fixing his glass in his eye,

ogled her in a manner she had never before been subjected to in the

whole course of her life; whilst he did his utmost to draw her into

conversation. But she would neither answer him, nor raise her eyes from

the ground.

Jane grew uncomfortable and, in order to conceal it and to regain

confidence, began to speak in a much louder voice than was her wont. In

this she was ably assisted by her friend--one would have thought that

there were at least a dozen women in the room.

At first, Emma was too agitated to pay any attention to what they

were saying--she was even too confused to arrange her thoughts; but

presently, as she grew more composed, the contrast of her past life

with her present position came home to her with such poignancy, that

she could scarcely contain her tears. Were it possible, she thought,

that her aunt could have seen her in such company, what would not have

been her feelings?

Presently, however, her attention was caught by Jane saying--

"Thursday, then; you will both come and have a dish of tea with me on

Thursday evening; and we can start a quiet rubber of whist."

During the drive home, Jane was in more ill-humour than Emma could have

conceived possible.

"Good heavens! Emma," she said. "How can you give yourself such airs?

Your head is completely turned by Lord Osborne having admired you! I

could not have imagined anyone could have been so silly!"

Emma remained silent.

"I assure you I am very much offended at the way you have been treating

my friends. Mrs. Burton has more style than you; and Captain Conway

is quite the gentleman. I never saw anyone of more fashion--and such

attentions he paid you! Mrs. Burton told me he was wild to know you;

and anyone could see how he was struck with you. Good Lord! Emma, what

more do you want--a _Captain_!--and _second cousin_ to the _Marquis of

H_----!--Mrs. Burton told me so!--Why do not you answer?"

"I cannot permit his attentions."

"You cannot permit his attentions!--did anyone ever hear the like!

Well, let me tell you, Miss Emma, you _must_ permit them--You should

be only too thankful he should _wish_ to pay them, when you are just

nothing!--you are all of you beggars!"

Emma covered her face with her hands.

"There, Emma--I did not mean to make you cry."

* * * * * *

On the evening on which Mrs. Burton and Captain Conway were expected,

Augusta was laid up with a feverish cold, and Emma steadily refused to

leave her bedside. Jane was at first angry, but, seeing the child's

flushed cheeks, was obliged to give way and send for the apothecary,

who prescribed a soothing draught.

A few days later, however, Captain Conway called again, and as on this

occasion Emma happened to be in the drawing-room with her sister, she

was obliged to submit to his company; but she remained almost as silent

as before, and would scarcely raise her eyes.

On his departure, Jane again turned on her and vowed that she would

soon bring her to her senses by writing to Robert.

"He will send you such a message as you will be bound to obey," she

said. "We have done all that could be thought of to fix one of you,

and now when there is a chance of your getting settled you are all for

throwing it away! You put me quite out of patience with you!"

Robert answered the letter in person; and, to Jane's amazement,

declared positively that he was not going to have Emma thrown away on

any half-pay officer; and that he had so much information against

Captain Conway, he would hunt him out of the neighbourhood.

On the following morning, however, when he drove into A----, he found

that that gentleman, having caught sight of him on the stage coach the

previous afternoon, had hastily cleared out, taking Mrs. Burton along

with him.

It then transpired that the two had been in collusion; and that Mrs.

Burton, believing Emma to be the heiress of her aunt, had introduced

Captain Conway to her, on the understanding that she was to receive a

substantial sum on the consummation of his marriage with her.

Jane was deeply mortified at having allowed herself to be mixed up with

such people; and it was in a very chastened frame of mind that Robert

left her, on his return to Croydon, promising to come back in August

for a fortnight's holiday.

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