CHAPTER X.

Randal rose at the sound of the first breakfast-bell, and on the

staircase met Mrs. Haaeldean. He gave her back the book; and as he was

about to speak, she beckoned to him to follow her into a little morning-

room appropriated to herself,--no boudoir of white and gold, with

pictures by Watteau, but lined with large walnut-tree presses, that held

the old heirloom linen, strewed with lavender, stores for the

housekeeper, and medicines for the poor.

Seating herself on a large chair in this sanctum, Mrs. Hazeldean looked

formidably at home.

"Pray," said the lady, coming at once to the point, with her usual

straightforward candour, "what is all this you have been saying to my

husband as to the possibility of Frank's marrying a foreigner?"

RANDAL.--"Would you be as averse to such a notion as Mr. Hazeldean is?"

MRS. HAZELDEAN.--"You ask me a question, instead of answering mine."

Randal was greatly put out in his fence by these rude thrusts. For

indeed he had a double purpose to serve,--first, thoroughly to know if

Frank's marriage with a woman like Madame di Negra would irritate the

squire sufficiently to endanger the son's inheritance; and, secondly, to

prevent Mr. and Mrs. Hazeldean believing seriously that such a marriage

was to be apprehended, lest they should prematurely address Frank on the

subject, and frustrate the marriage itself. Yet, withal, he must so

express himself, that he could not be afterwards accused by the parents

of disguising matters. In his talk to the squire the preceding day, he

had gone a little too far,--further than he would have done but for his

desire of escaping the cattle-shed and short-horns. While he mused, Mrs.

Hazeldean observed him with her honest sensible eyes, and finally

exclaimed,

"Out with it, Mr. Leslie!"

"Out with what, my dear madam? The squire has sadly exaggerated the

importance of what was said mainly in jest. But I will own to you

plainly, that Frank has appeared to me a little smitten with a certain

fair Italian."

"Italian!" cried Mrs. Hazeldean. "Well, I said so from the first.

Italian!---that's all, is it?" and she smiled. Randal was more and more

perplexed. The pupil of his eye contracted, as it does when we retreat

into ourselves, and think, watch, and keep guard.

"And perhaps," resumed Mrs. Hazeldean, with a very sunny expression of

countenance, "you have noticed this in Frank since he was here?"

"It is true," murmured Randal; "but I think his heart or his fancy was

touched even before."

"Very natural," said Mrs. Hazeldean; "how could he help it?---such a

beautiful creature! Well, I must not ask you to tell Frank's secrets;

but I guess the object of attraction; and though she will have no fortune

to speak of, and it is not such a match as he might form, still she is so

amiable, and has been so well brought up, and is so little like one's

general notions of a Roman Catholic, that I think I could persuade

Hazeldean into giving his consent."

"Ah," said Randal, drawing a long breath, and beginning, with his

practised acuteness, to detect Mrs. Ilazeldean's error, "I am very much

relieved and rejoiced to hear this; and I may venture to give Frank some

hope, if I find him disheartened and desponding, poor fellow?"

"I think you may," replied Mrs. Hazeldean, laughing pleasantly. "But you

should not have frightened poor William so, hinting that the lady knew

very little English. She has an accent, to be sure; but she speaks our

tongue very prettily. I always forget that she 's not English born! Ha,

ha, poor William!"

RANDAL.--"Ha, ha!"

MRS. HAZELDEAN.--"We had once thought of another match for Frank,--a girl

of good English family."

RANDAL.--"Miss Sticktorights?"

MRS. HAZELDEAN.---"No; that's an old whim of Hazeldean's. But I doubt if

the Sticktorights would ever merge their property in ours. Bless you!

it would be all off the moment they came to settlements, and had to give

up the right of way. We thought of a very different match; but there's

no dictating to young hearts, Mr. Leslie."

RANDAL.--"Indeed no, Mrs. Hazeldean. But since we now understand each

other so well, excuse me if I suggest that you had better leave things to

themselves, and not write to Frank on the subject. Young hearts, you

know, are often stimulated by apparent difficulties, and grow cool when

the obstacle vanishes."

MRS. HAZELDEAN.--"Very possibly; it was not so with Hazeldean and me.

But I shall not write to Frank on the subject for a different reason--

though I would consent to the match, and so would William; yet we both

would rather, after all, that Frank married an Englishwoman, and a

Protestant. We will not, therefore, do anything to encourage the idea.

But if Frank's happiness becomes really at stake, then we will step in.

In short, we would neither encourage nor oppose. You understand?"

"Perfectly."

"And in the mean while, it is quite right that Frank should see the

world, and try to distract his mind, or at least to know it. And I dare

say it has been some thought of that kind which has prevented his coming

here."

Randal, dreading a further and plainer eclaircissement, now rose, and

saying, "Pardon me, but I must hurry over breakfast, and be back in time

to catch the coach"--offered his arm to his hostess, and led her into the

breakfast-parlour. Devouring his meal, as if in great haste, he then

mounted his horse, and, taking cordial leave of his entertainers, trotted

briskly away.

All things favoured his project,--even chance had befriended him in Mrs.

Hazeldean's mistake. She had, not unnaturally, supposed Violante to have

captivated Frank on his last visit to the Hall. Thus, while Randal had

certified his own mind that nothing could more exasperate the squire than

an alliance with Madame di Negra, he could yet assure Frank that Mrs.

Hazeldean was all on his side. And when the error was discovered, Mrs.

Hazeldean would only have to blame herself for it. Still more successful

had his diplomacy proved with the Riccaboccas: he had ascertained the

secret he had come to discover; he should induce the Italian to remove to

the neighbourhood of London; and if Violante were the great heiress he

suspected her to prove, whom else of her own age would she see but him?

And the old Leslie domains to be sold in two years--a portion of the

dowry might purchase them! Flushed by the triumph of his craft, all

former vacillations of conscience ceased. In high and fervent spirits he

passed the Casino, the garden of which was solitary and deserted, reached

his home, and, telling Oliver to be studious, and Juliet to be patient,

walked thence to meet the coach and regain the capital.

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