A new day of delight dawned upon us with the next. Our breakfast made
a happy family picture, which I began to think it would be cruel to
interrupt. So snugly did I sit beside Emmeline, and so sweetly did
Susannah minister at the coffee urn, and so patriarchally did the old
man look around upon the circle, that my meditations were all in favour
of certain measures for perpetuating the scene. The chief difficulty
seemed to be, in the way of a choice between the sisters.
"How happy could I be with either,
Were t'other dear charmer away."
I turned now from one to the other, only to become more bewildered.
The lively glance and playful remark of Emmeline, her lovely, smiling
visage, and buoyant, unpremeditative air, were triumphant always while
I beheld them; but the pensive, earnest look of Susannah, the mellow
cadences of her tones, seemed always to sink into my soul, and were
certainly remembered longest. Present, Emmeline was irresistible;
absent, I thought chiefly of Susannah. Breakfast was fairly over
before I came to a decision. We adjourned to the parlour,--and there,
with Emmeline at the piano, and Susannah with her Coleridge in
hand--her favourite poet--I was quite as much distracted as before.
The bravura of the one swept me completely off my feet. And when I
pleaded with the other to read me the touching poem of
"Genevieve"---her low, subdued and exquisitely modulated utterance, so
touching, so true to the plaintive and seductive sentiment, so
harmonious even when broken, so thrilling even when most checked and
hushed, was quite as little to be withstood. Like the ass betwixt two
bundles of hay, my eyes wandered from one to the other uncertain where
to fix. And thus passed the two first hours after breakfast.
The third brought an acquisition to our party. We heard the trampling
of horses' feet in the court below, and all hurried to the windows, to
see the new comer. We had but a glimpse of him--a tall, good-looking
personage, about thirty years of age, with great whiskers, and a huge
military cloak. Squire Owens met him in the reception room, and they
remained some half hour or three quarters together. It was evidently a
business visit. The girls were all agog to know what it was about, and
I was mortified to think that Emmeline was now far less eager to
interest me than before. She now turned listlessly over the pages of
her music book, or strummed upon the keys of her piano, with the air of
one whose thoughts were elsewhere. Susannah did not seem so much
disturbed,--she still continued to draw my attention to the more
pleasing passages of the poet; but I could see, or I fancied, that even
she was somewhat curious as to the coming of the stranger. Her eyes
turned occasionally to the parlour door at the slightest approaching
sound, and she sometimes looked in my face with a vacant eye, when I
was making some of my most favourable points of conversation.
At length there was a stir within, a buzz and the scraping of feet.
The door was thrown open, and, ushered by the father, the stranger made
his appearance. His air was rather _distingué_. His person was well
made, tall and symmetrical. His face was martial and expressive. His
complexion was of a rich dark brown; his eye was grey, large, and
restless--his hair thin, and dishevelled. His carriage was very erect;
his coat, which was rather seedy, was close buttoned to his chin. His
movements were quick and impetuous, and seemed to obey the slightest
sound, whether of his own, or of the voices of others. He approached
the company with the manner of an old acquaintance; certainly, with
that of a man who had always been conversant with the best society.
His ease was unobtrusive,--a polite deference invariably distinguishing
his deportment whenever he had occasion to address the ladies. Still,
he spoke as one having authority. There was a lordly something in his
tones,--an emphatic assurance in his gesture,--that seemed to settle
every question; and, after a little while, I found that, hereafter, if
I played on any fiddle at all, in that presence, it was certainly not
to be the first. Emmeline and Susannah had ears for me no longer.
There was a something of impatience in the manner of the former
whenever I spoke as if I had only interrupted much pleasanter sounds;
and, even Susannah, the meek Susannah, put down her Coleridge upon a
stool, and seemed all attention, only for the imposing stranger.
The effect upon the old man was scarcely less agreeable. Col.
Nelson,--so was the stranger called--had come to see about the purchase
of his upper mill-house tract--a body of land containing some four
thousand acres, the sale of which was absolutely necessary to relieve
him from certain incumbrances. From the conversation which he had
already had with his visitor, it appeared that the preliminaries would
be of easy adjustment, and Squire Owens was in the best of all possible
humours. It was nothing but Col. Nelson,--Col. Nelson. The girls did
not seem to need this influence, though they evidently perceived it;
and, in the course of the first half hour after his introduction, I
felt myself rapidly becoming de trop. The stranger spoke in passionate
bursts,--at first in low tones,--with halting, hesitating manner, then,
as if the idea were fairly grasped, he dilated into a torrent of
utterance, his voice rising with his thought, until he started from his
chair and confronted the listener. I cannot deny that there was a
richness in his language, a warmth and colour in his thought, which
fascinated while it startled me. It was only when he had fairly ended
that one began to ask what had been the provocation to so much warmth,
and whether the thought to which we had listened was legitimately the
growth of previous suggestions. But I was in no mood to listen to the
stranger, or to analyze what he said. I found my situation quite too
mortifying--a mortification which was not lessened, when I perceived
that neither of the two damsels said a word against my proposed
departure. Had they shown but the slightest solicitude, I might have
been reconciled to my temporary obscuration. But no! they suffered me
to rise and declare my purpose, and made no sign. A cold courtesy from
them, and a stately and polite bow from Col. Nelson, acknowledged my
parting salutation, and Squire Owens attended me to the threshold, and
lingered with me till my horse was got in readiness. As I dashed
through the gateway, I could hear the rich voice of Emmeline swelling
exultingly with the tones of her piano, and my fancy presented me with
the images of Col. Nelson, hanging over her on one hand, while the meek
Susannah on the other, was casting those oblique glances upon him which
had so frequently been addressed to me. "Ah! pestilent jades," I
exclaimed in the bitterness of a boyish heart; "this then is the love
of woman."