The Watsons returned to Croydon in October; and a few weeks later, Mrs.
Watson, finding the resignation of second mourning eminently becoming,
sent out invitations for a party.
Emma was very sensible of the want of propriety in having company
within a year of her father's death; but Robert welcomed the
arrangement, as he was anxious to show attention to some new and
important clients.
About a week before the entertainment was to take place, Lord Osborne
called. He was shown into the drawing-room where Emma was working at
her embroidery; while Jane sat near her, making out a list of the
dishes that would be necessary for the supper.
It was with a sinking heart that Emma rose and curtsied to him. She
had hoped that he had forgotten her; and his persistence in once more
following her could only serve to aggravate the difficulty of her
position. Jane was not a little agitated at finding herself, for the
first time in her life, in the society of a man of his position; and
was also a good deal disconcerted by having thrown her second best
tippet round her shoulders, when her _best_ would have been so much
more suitable to such an important occasion.
As Emma remained silent, she believed it to be incumbent on her to
express her sense of the honour he had done them in calling, enquiring
with immense affability for Lady Osborne and Lady Edward Sothern.
Emma then enquired for Mrs. Blake and Charles, and learned that the
latter was head of his class at school, and was grown a monstrous fine
fellow. Lord Osborne then added that Mr. Howard was not yet returned
from Spain.
"How do you like Croydon, Miss Watson?" he continued. "I always thought
it famously dull myself."
"There are some pleasant walks towards the country," she began, when
she was hastily interrupted by Jane.
"Oh! I assure you, Lord Osborne, there is an immense deal of fashion
in Croydon! Many of the families live in the first style--and as for
sociability, there are few places to equal it! When not in mourning, we
are in company nearly every evening!"
Lord Osborne looked not a little astonished; then, after a short pause,
turning to Emma, said--
"I am glad to hear you are taking exercise. Do not you now wear
half-boots?"
Emma began to laugh; and believing he must have said something witty,
he joined in very heartily.
At this moment, Robert entered the room. He had not expected to find
Lord Osborne there; but Emma was gratified by the quiet manner in
which he received him. Taking the conversation into his own hands, he
discussed the harvest; the French; the incapacity of the Government
(that unfailing source of gratification to those who govern not); and
a new play, which a friend of his had seen in London. Emma had never
before heard him talk so well; and yet she was aware that there was
something wanting in cordiality; but Lord Osborne was apparently very
well satisfied to be spared the fatigue of exercising his brain.
Jane, however, listened with ill-concealed impatience; and when, at
length, Robert paused, she lost no time in striking in, and began--
"We are arranging to have a little company, my lord----"
But Robert was quite equal to playing the husband; and the instant
displeasure of his eye froze the invitation which was hovering on her
lips.
"Mr. Musgrave mentioned something of the sort to me," replied Lord
Osborne, colouring slightly. "I should be very much honoured, madam, if
you would be so good as to include me."
The request was made with a sort of simple shyness that made it
impossible to be refused; but as Robert returned to the drawing-room,
after seeing him out, his face was clouded.
"I am sure you are too sensible, Emma," he said, "to desire to have
Lord Osborne dangling after you. It will not be possible for him to
marry you. It will only occasion spiteful gossip; and perhaps prevent
your getting fixed."
"I assure you, Robert," replied Emma, blushing, "that not for anything
in the world would I encourage him--I sincerely hope that he will not
continue to call." With that, she left the room.
Jane had been watching her, with shrewd eyes, in silence.
"I declare I never met a girl like her!" she exclaimed. "I am as
certain as anything that she is not wanting to have him! But mark my
words, Robert, Lord Osborne is in earnest! He is not for flirting at
all. And, unless she is a born fool, Emma will be 'my lady'!"
* * * * * *
On the night of the party, Augusta was allowed to remain up for
half-an-hour; Sam had got leave to join them; and Lord Osborne and Mr.
Musgrave were amongst the first arrivals.
After the usual civilities, Lord Osborne sat down by Emma; and as the
guests began to arrive in quick succession, and were not long in being
informed by Jane as to his quality, inquisitive glances were constantly
directed towards them. Seeing this, Emma presently excused herself,
and went to sit by a lady to whom she had been previously introduced;
but in a few moments he had followed her. She then presented him to
the lady, who was only too pleased to form the acquaintance; and moved
on to speak to a pretty girl who was sitting somewhat apart, and who
appeared to know as few people as Emma herself. But again he came after
her; and although she did her best to engage the two in conversation,
the former was so shy, and the latter so dull, that it appeared to
her as though they had simultaneously embarked on a game as to which
should limit their observations to the fewest words of one syllable. In
response to an imploring eye, Sam came over, and she introduced them;
and shortly afterwards they were joined by little Augusta. Lord Osborne
was at once attracted by the pretty child; and, lifting her up on his
knee, presented her with his silver comfit-box. It was soon time for
her to retire, and Emma took her, herself, up to her room, remaining
with her until Sam was sent in search of her.
As she was coming down stairs, with her hand on his arm, she paused and
said earnestly--
"Sam--cannot you help me?"
He remained silent, and she continued: "You can have no conception how
I have been suffering from Jane's boasting--and now that Lord Osborne
has come, it will be worse than ever! Could not you persuade Robert to
forbid him the house?"
"Are you quite sure, Emma, that you know your own heart? Should he be
sent away, can you be certain that you will not be regretting it?"
"Quite sure and quite certain!" she replied, smiling.
"Is there anyone else, then, that you care for?"
She blushed deeply, and tears gathered in her eyes.
"There--my love!" he said, gently. "I should not have asked you."
When they re-entered the drawing-room, Lord Osborne was at once at her
side. The card-table was being set, and he was anxious to arrange a
party for whist, which should include Emma and himself.
Robert, however, interposed by coming forward and requesting his sister
to be so kind as to sit beside old Lady Brown, and show her how to play
speculation. "Did I hear you say 'whist,' my lord?--this way, if you
will be good enough."
At supper, Lord Osborne found himself separated by the length of the
room from the object of his admiration; and when he endeavoured to
engage her afterwards as his partner, Sam had already secured her for
another table.
Jane was perfectly aware of the manoeuvres of her husband and brother,
and was not a little entertained by them. "It will only serve to
inflame Lord Osborne," she thought to herself. "They could not be
playing her cards better!"
* * * * * *
Sam was obliged to leave them on the following day; but, before going,
he urged Robert to put a stop to Lord Osborne calling.
"It is not so simple as you think, Sam," replied his brother. "I shall
certainly not give him any encouragement--still less, allow Emma to be
thrown at his head. But Jane will have it that he is violently in love
with Emma, and quite determined to marry her. If such should be the
case, I would not be justified in standing in her way--it would be a
very fine match for her."
"I assure you she does not desire it."
"Emma is a good girl--I am perfectly satisfied with her conduct; but,
of course, if Lord Osborne intends to ask her, everything will be quite
different--she will not think of him in the same way. She is now afraid
of being made to appear foolish."
With this, Sam had perforce to be satisfied; and he was at least
confident that Robert would secure his sister from any impertinence.