FOUR YEARS.
'Yet there are some resting-places,
Life's untroubled interludes;
Times when neither past nor future
On the soul's deep calm intrudes.'
_Jean Ingelow._
That Penbeacon pic-nic became an institution, and was one of the
pleasantest annual events in what were on the whole very happy years.
Care, exertion, and self-denial, were indeed still needful; but the two
latter were perhaps ingredients of happiness, and care would not have
been avoided if the Underwood view of duty had been the world's views
of what became Vale Leston Priory. A strenuous endeavour to keep up
appearances, and compete with grand neighbours on an uncertain three
thousand a year, would probably have been more wearing than living
on twelve hundred--partly earned by honest labour--and improving the
cottages, planting a school-chapel at Blackstone Gulley, hiring a house
for the purpose at East Ewmouth, and restoring the church by degrees.
As for exertion, to be an Underwood of the late type would have been
harder work to Felix than his hours of Pursuivant or days at the
office, though in truth the labour was sometimes considerable. It was
not immediately that the two young men at Bexley could get on without
constant aid and superintendence in the business: he was always the
working editor; besides which, he was already important at Bexley,
and soon was found too good a man of business not to have a good deal
of county administration devolved upon him. Trade and public affairs
did so far clash as to be a strain, but not more than was compensated
by sense of usefulness and consideration, and giving zest to the
delightful snatches of leisure in his lovely and cheerful home.
Self-denial? Felix and Geraldine would have disputed that. They
had grown up to a style that made simple plenty and moderate ease
luxurious, and superfluities never even suggested themselves as needs.
Perhaps the lack they were most concerned about was inability to 'keep
up the place' in the trim and dainty order it seemed to call for. The
smoothness of the grass in the park was dependent on the convenience
of John Harewood's dairy farm; and though the garden between the house
and river was always in beautiful order, in the shrubberies there was
a fine struggle of natural selection; the kitchen-gardens were made to
pay their way, and the ranges of conservatories were cold and empty,
except one necessary refuge for tenderer plants, and one maintained
at Clement's expense for Church-decorating flowers. Golightly was
greatly distressed at having no underlings but one old woman, one
small boy, and half the man who looked after the horse and pony, or
sometimes--what was worse than none--some subject to whom the Vicar was
applying the labour-test. The worthy gardener truly represented that
three men was the minimum for such grounds, and gave warning when he
found that justice could not be done them; but after Felix had found
him a much superior place, he declined; he could not find it in his
heart to leave the place to an untrained labourer, who would not even
know how to help devastating it. This sense of what was the garden's
due caused him to bestow an immense amount of personal toil on it; for
indeed it was observable that whoever worked for Felix always did so
with a will, stimulated no doubt by the master's example, as well as
by his hearty appreciation and acknowledgment of good service. In this
there was much real economy.
The farm did well in the hands of Major Harewood, who had adapted the
agent's house to his own needs. It was just on the other side of the
river and road; and a boat, commonly called 'Lord Ullin's Daughter,'
brought it within five minutes' reach, going round by the bridge taking
about three times that interval. The land was chiefly rich pasture; and
John was growing learned in short-horns, and Wilmet upon butter and
cheese, while Clement's wish was realized by a parish cow.
The calculations as to the scale of living were justified by the
result. Lighter household tasks were natural to the young ladies. They
kept their own rooms in order, dusted the books and ornaments, took
care of the household linen, and performed delicate cookeries, so as to
keep down the number of needful servants; and the occasions were few
and far between when their hospitality extended beyond the addition
of a few guests at their ordinary meals, or a garden-party, with its
pretty and inexpensive refections.
People who restored their church and built schools, without begging
for subscriptions either directly or through a bazaar, but continued
in trade, and cut off superfluous luxuries--servants, horses, and
dinner-parties--were a fertile subject for wonder and gossip in the
neighbourhood. Society growled, contemned, and remonstrated, by the
mouth of Mrs. Fulbert Underwood, and the defence of her misguided
family was a heavy charge to Wilmet for the first year; but no one
worth caring about really took umbrage, and after a time people
accepted them on their own terms. A beautiful lawn, full of sprightly
youth, of looks, spirits, and talents, above the average, could not
fail to be popular, and an old county name went for something.
Cherry was proof against dinner-parties. Health was no longer an
objection, for either Vale Leston had the virtues of native air, or the
Bexley potteries had merited Alda's vituperation, for Cherry's ailments
were more rare, and she had much advanced in strength and vigour. Felix
declared she was growing quite handsome; and he, though not exactly the
ideal squire, had acquired much more of the robustness of manhood, and
had lost the appearance of fragility he had shown in earlier years,
though he retained the fair youthful complexion which sometimes made
people hardly credit that his tens were three. He sometimes dined out
alone; but Cherry considered dress and reciprocity to settle the
question of abstinence for her. Angela was, however, so wild about
Ewmouth balls, that John victimized himself and his wife rather than
create a grievance, but even his tolerance was sorely taxed.
Was the blame to be laid on prosperity for the difficulty of dealing
with the two standing anxieties--Angela and Bernard? They had not
been the most docile subjects in the days of comparative poverty, and
their heads were certainly turned now. Bernard could not be convinced
that expensiveness was not the proof of being a gentleman, and in
three years at Harrow cost his brother more than Clement, Fulbert,
and Lancelot, all put together, in their whole nonage, had ever done,
besides the scrapes that Lance helped him out of. He had no sympathy
with Felix's purpose in economy; not that he had reflection enough for
a sceptical habit of mind like Edgar's, but he considered it a hardship
that the whole family should be stinted and impoverished for what he
was pleased to term Tina's maggots; nor could anything persuade him
that he himself was no richer than before, and equally dependent on his
brother's bounty. There was no positive harm in him, but as genius and
taste alike lay in the line of cricket, he cared not for distinction
of other kinds, but was content to scrape through the school without
disgrace. His farther destiny was a moot point, while he scorned cheap
colleges and halls, and Felix insisted that a distinguished one was
only to be attained through a scholarship.
Angela was a greater puzzle. She was still much what she had been in
childhood, alternating between the fast and the devotional. She was
Clement's right hand in the parish, in the schools, Sunday, day, or
night, and with even more than Wilmet's nursing instinct, the prime
doctress of the village, and enjoying the cure of a broken chilblain as
much as a waltz. To take a medical degree had become her ambition in
turns with the dukedom, the opera, and the Sisterhood. Therewith she
was the most saucy and idle of creatures. With less regular good looks
than most of the family, she was more sought after. Figure did much,
the hop-pole had become lithe and graceful, and her dress was always
becoming, as well it might be, for her bills were never within bounds.
She said she could not help it, and certainly her adventurous nature
and rapid movements occasioned numerous catastrophes to her wardrobe,
though not enough to account for the discrepancy between her accounts
and her sisters'. Her charm lay in droll dash and audacity, and the
irresistible glance of her eyes. Even Christopher and his little
brother Edward preferred her to all their other aunts--the night-school
was gathered by her as to a magnet, and better than all the Vicar's
arguments and the Squire's influence had her coaxing prevailed to get
the choir into surplices. She was by far the most formidable as well as
the most unscrupulous adversary of the poor Miss Hepburns, who viewed
her with pious pity and horror as the natural outcome of the system
they deprecated. Indeed, whether she were Clement's greatest help or
hindrance was doubtful. He could not have a friend to stay with him, or
obtain the assistance of a curate, without furnishing prey for Angela.
Fred Somers, after a six weeks' visit, went back to St Matthew's with
his peace upset, and an understanding that the two friends must never
meet again in the haunts of that dangerous siren. A few more such
experiments convinced the Vicar that unless he wished the village girls
to remark that 'Miss Angel was carrying on with another young man,'
he must do all the work himself; and his present amount of services,
Sunday and weekly, at the parish church, and Blackstone Gulley, were
quite up to the mark of any one man's powers, besides his attempts at
East Ewmouth. Here Felix had no property, and therefore could not check
the eruption of small tenements, which broke forth on some fresh field
every spring, containing independent, often surly inhabitants, always
changing, and rapidly outrunning the powers of the undaunted young
Vicar. The two parishes were so entangled that the difficulties as to
territory were endless, and the endeavour at a week-day service was
not encouraged or assisted by the incumbent of the nearest district,
who feared Clement's 'views,' and had been staggered by Angela's
ostentation of them.
Angela was the greater heartache to Clement, because she had been
trained in the same system with himself, and was inclined to carry it
to lengths that even he thought extravagant. There might have been
some disadvantage in his inexperience when she came into his hands
for direction only at the end of his first year of priesthood, and he
would fain have kept her in Mr. Fulmort's keeping; but difficulties
had prevented his insistence, and this he increasingly regretted. For
in spite of all his efforts, his relations with her were lapsing into
what he had always scouted as the popular notion of confession. It
was technical, as far as he could see devoid of repentance. Angela
contrived to separate the brother and the priest; she would go through
any formula, accept any discipline, but mechanically; but she would not
endure exhortation, and if he ever attempted to check her boisterous
spirits, she scouted him as Tina. Sometimes he wondered whether she
sought him only because the practice belonged to what she called an
'out-and-outer,' and Felix retained doubts of its universal expediency.
Did Angela suppress Stella? Never were sisters less alike. Princess
Fair Star, as the brothers called her, was still very small, with a
lovely little face, tinted like fine porcelain, and hair and eyes more
deeply coloured than those of most of the family; hair still snooded
and in shining curls, and pensive eyes shining with a lustre of their
own. She was the help and handmaid of the whole house, especially of
Geraldine, with whom she still did regular lessons; and she was very
diligent in all her doings, turning out her handiwork with delicate
finish; but she was not enterprising, the very pains she took rendering
her slow to undertake, though she spent much time in finishing Angela's
odds and ends. She still continued the family lexicon, for even if
she could not answer a query off-hand, she could always hunt it down,
and the reply was generally ready in the soft low musical voice. Her
laugh was noiseless and not frequent, for though never fretful nor
depressed, she was only gently merry, pensively gay; and though now
and then a quaint remark would drop into the whirl of family fun--and
she was no inconsiderable element in games--she was always as happy,
if not happier, in the garden or the woods with Theodore, their pets
and flowers. She was devoted to the garden, its trimness was in great
part owing to her; and as Golightly said, 'The bookets for the 'ouse
was Miss Stella's province, and them for the church Miss Hangela's;'
and of live-stock the twins tended a curious variety--rabbits, doves,
cats, dogs, canaries, dormice, and owls, besides wounded creatures,
rescued, cured, and released. Stella's quietness was a great ingredient
in taming them; John Harewood called her the only feminine creature
devoid of propensity for making a noise, and Felix, their silent Star
'Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.'
Sometimes she would talk freely to Geraldine on any unusual excitement,
but if she conversed with any one else, it was with Theodore. No
one who watched the pair could doubt that they had more mutual
understanding than the boy had with any other person--even Felix, for
whom his love was like a dog's devotion to his master. The out-of-door
life and country air had been beneficial both to mind and body, and
Theodore was much healthier and stronger, made progress in the little
that he could be taught; could utter a few words, comprehended more
than he could pronounce, and improved in self-control. His conscience
was developing in some degree, and his delight in the Church services
and music less unintelligent.
Perhaps Stella was content to be the longer a child because each
advance into life was further away from Theodore; and she had never
yet shed such sorrowful tears as when Clement decided against
presenting him for Confirmation, in the inability to trace whether the
comprehension that Stella maintained, and Felix believed, were not an
illusion of their loving imagination.
Yet strangely enough, Theodore was confirmed after all. He was as usual
among the choir-boys, walking in procession with them, and materially
aiding them by his perfectly true though wordless chant. His nearest
companions were candidates, and he moved instinctively with them to
the step; nor had either brother the heart to interfere as they saw
him kneeling--for though he could not renew the vow, why might he not
receive the Seal? The tickets had been previously taken, so there was
no obstacle; and when explanation and apology were afterwards made,
they were met with encouragement not to debar the innocent from his
Christian privileges because of his lack of power of expression.
Indeed, the Bishop, who had been dismayed at the institution to the
family living of another Underwood, and he such a young one, was not
a little gratified and surprised at the changes he found going on in
Vale Leston--no longer one of the dark hopeless spots of his diocese,
though of course the work, both moral and material, was gradual. Felix
had done nothing in advance of the means that the great tithes brought
into his hands, and had begun with the needful repairs of the cottages
on the Rectory property, and the crying needs of Blackstone Gulley; but
the Church restoration was gradually going on--the Vicar, Marilda, and
John Harewood, all claimed a right to assist, and another year or two
of the great tithes would accomplish the full detail of the plan of
restoration he had set out with.
Meantime he had made many real friends. The one whom he had reckoned
had, however, been disappointing. Captain Audley had exerted himself to
leave his cards, but when he had reason to believe no one at home. He
was friendly when he encountered Felix, and sometimes on the spur of
the moment asked him to dinner; but the ladies he ignored, except that
once when Cherry and Angel were driving past his house in a shower, he
rushed out and offered an umbrella.
His son, however, soon haunted the Priory, as affording all that home
lacked. He was a nice lively lad, dark and brisk, and not the less
welcome because there was much to recall the Charles Audley who was
striving to bring light to the 'black fellows' of Carrigaboola. He was
avowedly Bernard's friend, but he was regularly tame about the house,
walking in at all times during his vacations, in a way that could not
be grudged to one whose home was so dull. Certainly it was a pleasant
house to young men; Wilmet sometimes murmured a little when all Will
Harewood's pupils appeared there at luncheon every Sunday of the stay
at Penbeacon; and the old ones invariably turned up again, especially
Lord Ernest, who had taken a second class and got into a government
office, and yet always managed to appear at each Penbeacon pic-nic.
The first shadow which came upon Vale Leston was good Mr. Froggatt's
death, a grief really deep to those who owed so much to his kindness.
It was a touching thing to see the four fine young men, who looked on
him like a kinsman, gathered round his grave. Felix and Lance were
far more to the widow than her own nephews; and when married nieces
wanted to take her home, and single ones to live with her, she--not
without misgivings as to the nature of the attraction--declined all,
preferring to face her solitude at Marshlands, in the security that
dear Mr. Lancelot would walk out to see her once or twice a week, and
that still dearer Mr. Underwood would come out whenever he could.
It ended in Lance doing more than this. He had been a partner ever
since he had come to years of discretion, and now found himself the
legatee of all Mr. Froggatt's remaining interest in Pursuivant or
business. Ernest Lamb had lately lost his father, and having come into
possession of a slender capital, was in condition to become one of
the house, as indeed he was excellent in whatever regarded the trade,
though incapable of more than the most mechanical newspaper work.
The new arrangement of Underwood and Co. had hardly been made than the
world was electrified by the announcement of Mr. Lamb's engagement.
That Madame Tanneguy had been adored by him ever since her arrival
was known to all; but hitherto she had only vouchsafed a distracting
smile at long intervals, and had laughed at him with her intimates.
Her opportunities were not extensive, but she was as pretty as ever;
and she turned the heads of one or two brothers of her pupils, had
at one time a promising little flirtation with a sentimental young
partner of Mr. Rugg's, and never ceased to dream of an invitation to
Vale Leston, which she was quite sure Geraldine alone withheld poor Mr.
Underwood from giving. But Gustavus and Achilles were growing rather
big for inmates of a young ladies' school, Madame Tanneguy was weary of
the drudgery, and no such positive release as Ernest Lamb offered had
come in her way. His mother's opposition could be set aside, between
coaxing and unwillingness to quarrel; and though he was some years
the younger, he did not look it, nor could there be any doubt that he
would be the best of husbands, and a kind and conscientious father to
the boys; and the aunts, though drawing up their necks a little when
they spoke of it in private, could not deny that it was a subject of
thankfulness--making their future retirement come within the bounds of
possibility.
'Guess the proposal I have had,' quoth Felix, when next he returned
from Bexley, and Cherry drove to meet him at the station with the
pony she had named Master Ratton, in that sort of tender defiance of
painful association found in those who own an exile.
'Eh! You don't look humbly cock-a-hoop, so I gather it was _not_ to
stand for the borough.'
'Why don't you say the county at once? No, it was of a less public
nature.'
'Oh, then, I know! To give up the house to the happy pair. What? You
don't mean that it really was? That beats everything!'
'Well--it is undeniable that those are large quarters for Lance, his
cat, and his fiddle.'
'I do believe you have been and gone and consented! Well?' with a sigh,
as if she did not know what might come next.
'As it was purely out of consideration for Lance, I referred it to him.'
'Oh! it was all for Lance's sake--was it?'
'Entirely!'
There was a dryness in the last two replies, that pacified Cherry a
little.
'How Serious Mutton must be translated, to have the face--'
'He hadn't!'
'What? Alice did?'
'Yes. I believe that he had refused; but, you see, when Lance's comfort
was at stake, she was not to be withholden by a scruple or two.'
'Come--tell me how she managed it. Did she write?'
'No; she chose her time. Lance was gone to that Minsterham affair,
reporting--Lamb out of the way--when I heard a playful sort of little
tap at the office door, and there she stood, smiling and blushing.'
'Blushing!!!'
'I'll not insist, but so it appeared to me. I assure you she did the
thing to perfection--smiled and hesitated, and said she thought it was
a pity to let _mauvaise honte_ stand in the way of what would be so
much better for Lance and all of us.'
'What, she wanted to have the house and _do_ for him?'
'As one of the family!' then, taking no notice of Cherry's 'Faugh!'
he went on, 'It was curious to look at her as she sat there, and
think of the difference she was able to make; yet in many ways she is
superior to what she was then, and certainly prettier; but I own that
my feelings for her _then_ seem an unaccountable infatuation.'
'Accountable only because you never spoke to anyone else, and did not
rave about the customers, like Lance. I am glad you were in triple
brass, though--and I can't help enjoying her having come to sue for the
shop that she used to despise.'
'Fie, Cherry!'
'I declare! I believe you have gone and consented, after all that
bravado!'
'I left it to Lance. Don't be furious, Cherry; the boy has had more
loneliness than is good for him since Dick Graeme has been in London,
and as he has his own notions about companionship, I was not sure that
he might not catch at it.'
'I have a better opinion of Lance.'
'And justly. But what he wants to do is to leave the old house
to Madame, and betake himself to Mrs. Froggatt. He says--truly
enough--that every evening he has free of his choir-practice, penny
readings, and all the rest of it, he should go out to look her up, and
that this would simplify the matter, and nothing would do the poor old
lady so much good as seeing him.'
'That's true; but to be going out there at all times, and in all
weathers!'
'That is nuts to him! Don't you know he has got a velocipede fever? He
has set up a thing that he calls Plato.'
'Un play toe, I should have thought.'
'It is Plato, because Mrs. Harewood announced that he and Bill had come
all the way to Minsterham, each upon his own philosopher.'
'I declare they make up things for that poor woman.'
'Or she makes them on purpose for their diversion; but at any rate,
Plato is lord of the ascendant just now, and demands exercise as if he
were flesh and blood. I own I was glad to see the boy in a craze again.'
'And letting Pur alone. It was very droll that the passion for making
that diurnal instead of weekly, set in with him just at the same age
that it did with you.'
'Yes. I am much obliged to Alda for nipping my plans in the bud.'
'The dignified weekly purr is not to change into a little petulant
daily mew!'
'No. It was a manifestation of restlessness, like his wanting new
stops for his organ, or being annoyed when there is a murmur against
over-elaborate music. I am afraid the fact is that he has outgrown the
whole concern, Cherry!'
'You never did!'
'That's nothing to the purpose. He has done all he can do with his
present means, and no doubt he is thrown away down there.'
'He never says so. And it is quite hard to get him here.'
'I wish I had not consented to leaving him there. That boyish coolness
and audacity that used to rush into all kinds of society are quite
gone, and there is no persuading him that he is not in a false position
among our neighbours.'
'He gets more into society at Bexley than ever you did.'
'Oh yes, he has quite made his place there; but there's no denying
that he has been left behind; and though he says not a word, there's
no doubt that since he went up to Oxford he has felt it a good deal
more. Well, in a couple of years at latest, the Rectory affair will be
settled; and if I can get Blackstone Gulley into my own hands, I may be
able to set him free.'
Lance had been to take a musical degree, and had spent a week with
William Harewood at Christ Church; and it might be true that the
vague spirit of enterprise for which Bexley afforded so little scope
had become remarkable since that time. However, no more was heard
of it during the preparations for installing the bride in the new
home. Robina came for the first fortnight of her holidays to take her
leave of the old rooms, and help in the removal of his belongings to
Marshlands, where the arrangement was as great a pleasure as poor Mrs.
Froggatt was capable of receiving. Moreover, Robina assisted in another
great change. Miss Pearson had--by Felix's management in conjunction
with some others interested in middle-class education--been enabled to
retire; the house and good-will of the establishment being made over to
the governing body of Miss Fulmort's school. Two ladies were provided
from thence, who undertook to make a home both for young teachers and
daily governesses, and were likely to raise the standard in Bexley.
They were old friends of Robina, and she did much to settle them in,
and pave their way. After this Robina went to Minsterham for one of the
brief visits that were never satisfactory, for Grace Harewood had made
a foolish marriage in the town, and Lucy did not improve, but became
louder and more daring, her native cleverness only making her more
unrefined and less simple than her mother. The Librarian never wondered
that his son soon escaped to his pupils at Penbeacon, and the Vale
Leston neighbourhood.
Before Robina had been many days at home, one Saturday forenoon when
she was undergoing Cherry's third attempt to satisfy unreasonable Will
with her portrait, while assisting Stella's German, Angela rushed
in--'One to make ready, two to prepare--one, two, three, if not four
swells--not away, but here--Hammonds, et cetera.'
'Here? Not imminent? Lady Hammond always sends notice.'
'Imminent? They are prancing up the drive! Only I cut across in "Miss
Ullin" to give warning. Shall I administer any orders to the dinner,
Cherry, before I make myself scarce?'
'No, thank you, there is quite enough. Just take my painting-apron,
that's all,' said Cherry, as coolly as Lady de la Poer would have heard
tidings of such an inroad; but when Amelia announced, 'Sir Vesey and
Lady Hammond in the drawing-room--and two more ladies, Ma'am--shall
I lay the table for them?' she quietly answered, 'Yes, I suppose
so.--Stella my dear, will you see if there is fruit enough in?' And
Stella stayed behind, while Cherry descended, aided by Robina's arm.
Felix was already in presence, and the moment the two sisters appeared,
a slight, brown, hazel-eyed girl in mourning exclaimed, 'O Miss
Underwood, this is just what I hoped!' and eagerly kissed her, while
Lady Hammond introduced 'Lady Caergwent' and 'Mrs. Umfraville,' the
latter a peculiarly sweet-looking elderly lady in widow's dress. There
were apologies for this sudden descent, telling that, on hearing how
near Vale Leston was, Lady Caergwent had been so eager to see the
Priory, that she had wrought with Sir Vesey, and prevailed.
Yet she did not seem to be profiting by the opportunity, for she
merely sat by Robina, looking, thought Cherry, neither like a
Countess nor a woman of twenty-three, but much more like a girl of
eighteen--petrified, all save her great eyes, by shyness; and Felix
regarded her precedence as not only unnatural but unlucky, with so
unconversible a subject, when he had to give her his arm, and seat her
at his right hand for the mid-day meal. Be it observed, that the veal
stewed with asparagus, and the pie that was to be cold for the morrow,
as fully justified Cherry's calmness, as did the pile of strawberries
and glasses of preserves her trust in Stella's handiwork.
Clement came in late and astonished, and with a very hazy idea who the
strangers were, just as Sir Vesey was saying, 'Now, Lady Caergwent, Mr.
Underwood will be able to answer your question.'
She coloured a little, and rather hastily asked whether there were any
tradition of French architects having been employed in the church, for
she had been struck with the foreign air of the tracery of the south
window. Not a little surprised, Felix soon found himself in the midst
of an architectural discussion, which taxed all his knowledge on the
matter, and stirred Clement on the other side into the ecclesiastical
aspect of the question; and all three fell into an eager talk, when
suddenly there was a general lull, and the young lady's voice was heard
saying, 'There is no heart or beauty in what is not symboli--' and
there she came to a full stop, and looked at Mrs. Umfraville with a
start of embarrassment, requited.
Appreciation of their church was no slight merit with any of the
Underwoods; and in the lionizing that ensued, the guest had eyes and
tongue full of architecture, romance, and history, even spying and
identifying a heraldic badge that supplied a missing link in the
history of the building. Angela thought it flagrant pedantry; but
Clement was so struck with her keen interest in all his arrangements,
and her real reverence, that he unlocked the grille of the chancel,
offered her to try the tone of his organ, and in spite of her total
ignorance on that head, he asked if 'Miss Umfraville' would not
like to see the choice needlework from St. Faith's in the chest in
his vestry. There she had no lack of ideas; she examined and asked
questions evidently with practical views, and could be hardly got
away to continue the tour, when she again satisfied him (and more) by
indignation on behalf of the monks--not sentimental, but evidently
straight out of Dean Hook's version of the dissolution of the abbeys;
and yet there was a quaintness and originality in the way she put it,
that amused Felix greatly.
In the painting-room an entreaty was preferred to see Miss Underwood's
drawings, which were indeed more worth looking at than when Lord de
Vigny had stirred her up. She always had at least one real work in
hand, and a good many studies. She was finishing a water-colour of the
scene in The Lord of the Isles, when Ronald's betrothal ring falls at
the feet of Isabel Bruce in the convent.
Lady Caergwent stood before this as if it touched some responsive
chord; but her aunt was busy with the portraits. Geraldine's emulation
had been fired by the cluster of miniatures in the drawing-room, and
she had undertaken to commemorate the present family in the same
style. She had produced very fair likenesses of Felix and of Wilmet,
besides her half-finished crayon of Robina, and a still better one of
Mr. Froggatt, which she was copying for his widow. Mrs. Umfraville was
delighted with these, and wished she could get anything as good of her
Kate, whom photography always represented as a fury, and portraiture as
a doll; but by this time Lady Caergwent had got Robina in the recess of
a window, asking, 'Are you still at Repworth?'
'Oh yes.'
'And how are they all?'
'Quite well, except that Lady Susan does not get over the remains of
measles.'
'Poor little Susie! What a monkey she was! but oh, I want to hear about
Gracie, and if she is more eager than ever.'
'She is very much sobered and subdued by reality.'
'And what's he? I always thought Grace would marry a great block, and
ripple and splash round him.'
'No, he is a little brisk satirical man, who laughs at her when she
gushes.'
'What chance is there for them?'
'Not till he gets preferment.'
'How tiresome! Ah! I forgot! Is not Mr. Harewood here?'
'At Penbeacon, but he comes here every Sunday. He knows Mr. Pemberton
very well.'
'Poor Gracie! Lady de la Poer wrote to Aunt Emily that she thought it
well that her steadiness should be tested; but it must have been hard
to see Addie go off with flying colours. How does Addie get on as a
chieftainess?'
'I had a letter from Gracie this morning. Do you like to see it?'
'Is she there? Do tell me how to say the name. I see there must be a
hideous roll in the bottom of one's throat.'
Robina gurgled. 'That was allowed to pass for it when we had a lesson
in pronunciation on pain of not being allowed to be bridesmaids.'
'Not a creature have I seen to tell me about the wedding.'
'Kate, my dear,' said Lady Hammond. 'No, you need not look so blank;
that is, if Robina will kindly let us take her home with us. Her
brother and sister are so good as to come to dine and sleep on Monday.'
For so it had been settled during the colloquy in the window, Sir Vesey
and his lady being no doubt very glad to find a play-fellow for his
younger visitor.
Colonel Umfraville had died after a long illness, rather more than
a year previously, and this was the first time his widow and niece
had come from home. The Hammonds were very old friends, but Mrs.
Umfraville still shrank from general society; so that when Felix and
Cherry arrived they found themselves the only other guests besides the
Harewoods, who had come earlier in the day.
No sooner had Cherry been conducted to the room, which, as usual, she
shared with her sister, than Robina said, 'You are going to be asked to
take Lady Caergwent's likeness.'
'My dear, I am not the sun, to do it in a minute!'
'And make a Brigand's Bride of her. No, you are to have her at the
Priory.'
'Are you gone crazy, Bobbie?'
'Be conformable, and you shall hear.'
'I'll hear, but I don't promise conformity.'
'Now listen. Nobody can do her fit to be seen; and Mrs. Umfraville
wants a nice water-colour like Mrs. Welsh's, which was exhibited. I
said I did not see how it could be managed; and then she asked if she
might not come to us for it; and Mrs. Umfraville let me know that she
would be very glad, for she has to go on into Wales to some old maids,
who would be horribly fussed if she brought Kate.'
'Well, we are old maids and old bachelors to boot. Why should not we be
horribly fussed by a live Countess running about the house?'
'Because she would be tame; and because you have common sense.'
'Oh, I thought you would say, because you were used to act keeper to
the species! In herself she may be inoffensive; but what sort of a tail
does she bring after her?'
'Six running footmen, eh?'
'Don't be saucy, Cock-robin. One grand maid would be bad enough,
scaring Theodore, and upsetting Sibby. No, no, Rob! leave countesses to
those who can live as sich.'
'You need alter nothing. You may do as Bear says you do--eat boiled
pork and greens every day at one o'clock--and she'll like it! She and
her aunt always do dine early; and as to her maid, she is a little
Repworth thing, just promoted from waiting on us in the school-room.
I'll answer for her. The very attraction is, that you'll leave her in
peace, and not beset her with dinner-parties.'
'She doesn't keep a duenna, then?'
'Duenna!'
'Well, heiresses in books always do. And in this case it seems to me
that the article would be desirable.'
'Oh, we settled all that! Wilmet is equal to as many duennas as you
like. She will come and do all the chaperoning.'
'Do you mean that she has undertaken it? Then I can only submit,
provided the Squire does.'
The Squire made a few wry faces, but consented, with all a man's
superior philosophy towards domestic disorganizations of which he
does not feel the brunt. Besides, both he and Wilmet were proud of
Cherry's talent, and the esteem in which Robina was held; and Mrs.
Umfraville had been confidential with Wilmet, saying how glad she was
to see her child willing to go among youth and brightness. The girl
had, she said, never made young friends except the De la Poers, and her
Wardour cousins, who had married, and gone out of reach. She had no
suitable neighbours, and 'circumstances' had hindered her being much in
London; and loss of her father-like uncle had not so much taken away
her spirits--for she was always bright--as given her a distaste to
society. She hated entertaining people or seeing strangers; cared for
nothing but her aunt, her books, her walks, and her poor; was oppressed
with the business of her property, and was altogether so studious and
indefatigable at three-and-twenty, and so averse to gaieties, that her
aunt feared she would never act up to her position, unless her habits
of seclusion were broken, and had therefore forced herself to come
on this journey with her. But there had been no real thaw till she
heard of Vale Leston and met Robina. Wilmet was not a little gratified
by hearing, at second-hand, Lady de la Poer's praise of the young
governess as a valued friend; and it was plainly to her charge that the
precious niece was committed.
When the visit took place, the Countess was soon forgotten in the
companion. At first, Felix was a little ceremonious, and she a little
shy, watching the family party as if they were acting a play; but as
the strangeness wore off, she began by being diverted, though silent
from long disuse of family chatter, and soon plunged in, with as droll
and eager a tongue as ever wagged.
Then Cherry found her face quite unlike her first reading of it, and
had to begin all over again. It was altogether, as Bernard said, a
jolly time. That young gentleman was, for the first time, smitten.
His devotion to himself and cricket had never before been disturbed;
and he had reached his eighteenth year without regarding woman as
intended for any purpose but to wait upon him. But bright eyes, merry
smiles, genuine fun, and mayhap the rank that gratified his vanity,
began to avenge the wrongs of the sex; and Bernard was enslaved enough
to amuse and edify his brothers and sisters--all the more, that the
simple-hearted Countess was perfectly unconscious, thought herself
immeasurably older than the great, handsome, idle fellow--half an inch
taller than the Vicar, by-the-by--stood on no conventionalities with
him, and when released by her task-mistress, would run down-stairs
to call him, nothing loth, to give her a row on the river, to blow
away the fumes of the painting-room. Quite unawares, she effected a
victory for Felix; for when she assumed that since he was going to
Oxford it must be to Keble College, and he found that she regarded it
as very stupid to do anything else, he entirely forgot all his former
objections, and was only too happy to gratify her.
Even Clement expanded more than usual, for he had never met a more
congenial spirit. Lady Caergwent's enthusiasm went much deeper than
externals, for she was well read in Church history, and a practical
worker in the present, being at Caergwent, that teacher, register
office, manager, letter-writer, &c., which the lady-of-all-work to a
parish must become, whether clerical or otherwise. 'There's Tina boring
her with shop!' would Bernard mutter, in a paroxysm of jealousy.
'Quite the reverse,' said Angela. 'She is the most thorough Goody I
ever came across, not excepting Clan Hepburn!'
It was not with any design of captivating sympathy, but because Lady
Caergwent had an unusual number of interests, and was intensely eager
about each in turn. Landlord cares were discussed with Felix, as Church
matters were with his brother. She was too headlong and unguarded not
often to say ridiculous things, but nobody more enjoyed having them
caught up and laughed at; and when Felix had made gentle fun of some
of her impetuous political economy, she looked up to him like an elder
brother. With the sisters she was soon as much at ease as in the De
la Poer schoolroom, making Robina her friend _par excellence_, but
apparently observing Angela, who, having no one to flirt with, was at
her best, and was drawn out by the 'Goody' sympathies.
'Robina,' said Lady Caergwent, entering her friend's room at that
confidential moment, near 11.0 p.m., 'you know all about everything!'
To which monstrous assertion Robina assented.
The next question was equally abrupt. 'Do you know that Angela wants to
go into a Sisterhood?'
'Oh! I thought that had gone off.'
'No, indeed! It is to be a very strict nursing one;' and as Robina
smiled a little, 'I cannot but believe I know the cause.'
'It always used to come on when she was going to be particularly
naughty.'
'Robina, I can't understand it in you; you do not seem like an elder
sister to pooh-pooh all higher aspirations in a younger one, or to have
no sympathy with deeper feelings.'
'You will only think the worse of me for not believing in the deeper
feelings,' said Robina; 'but indeed, I think I know Angela.'
'How odd it is! Then it is true that elder sisters never can do younger
ones justice!' said Lady Caergwent, looking at Robin in a meditative
kind of philosophical way, which made her laugh, and say, 'There, it is
no use to say anything!'
'I would not, but that I am going away; and I want you to promise that
if--if you see that any scruples hinder her happiness, you would tell
her how entire all _that_ is at an end.'
'If I do,' said Robina, much pitying, but much diverted at the romance
that could ascribe either forbearance or self-sacrifice to Angela.
'_He_ comes here, doesn't he?'
'He came down last summer, but I saw no symptoms of anything--to
signify,' added her conscience; 'in fact, I think he prefers Cherry.'
'I hope,' said poor Lady Caergwent musingly, 'that some day or other,
when we are all old women; Gracie, Addie, and I, may meet and smile at
all that is gone and past. I can laugh now, even while I am sorry, to
recollect my absurd presumption. I had the influence, delusion on my
brain, and believed mine the only right way, and dragooned every one
about wasting time. I am glad he asserted himself! What he has done
since showed how nonsensical I was. Does he like his work? no one tells
me.'
'You know what his chief said.'
'Oh! what?'
'To Mr. Welsh, the member for Ewmouth, so it is quite impartial--that
he never had a better fellow to stick to his work, or more
clear-headed. Yes! and we all think--here, I mean, as well as at
Repworth--that he is so much more of a man. Felix really talks in
earnest to him now, and so does his father. His nonsense is gone.'
'Oh, that's a pity.'
'I don't mean sensible nonsense, but you know his old absurd way.'
'Yes, of course that unlucky state of things was as bad as possible
for him. He would have been the poorest stick in creation not to have
broken loose. I have had a life-long lesson, and I hope it will save
me from getting hard and narrowly resolute, as authority makes single
women.'
'You could hardly do that with Mrs. Umfraville before you.'
'Hardly! dear Aunt Emily!' cheered and cheering all the while; 'as long
as I have her, nothing can go _very_ wrong with me. I never thought I
could have enjoyed myself again away from her, as I have done here.'
'I am so glad, dear Kate!'
'If I could get any of you to Caergwent! But people are always going to
be married.'
On the Sunday, William Harewood, now a deacon, descended from
Penbeacon to church and dinner, with a train of five pupils, bringing
intelligence that the senior, who had been at the original pic-nic, and
was at Penbeacon for the last time, must leave it at the end of the
week, and entreated that he might not miss the entertainment.
There was a general acclamation. Lady Caergwent was wound up to
enterprise pitch, and, as an ardent botanist, was delighted with the
flora she was told to expect there; and Cherry only bargained for time
to make the pies and send for Lance. It was the only home-gaiety he
would willingly partake, because they always kept it to themselves
instead of making it serve as civility to the neighbourhood.
Lady Caergwent, after having much appreciated the Sunday-school in the
loose boxes, looked on, rather bewildered, at Angela's 'carrying on'
with four pupils at once, chattering, laughing, defying, and being
defied, in a manner, which, if it dissembled grief, was wonderfully
successful. To these was added young Charles Audley, coming up the
river in his skiff, for Evensong.
'Ha, Charlie, you're in luck! Hurrah for Penbeacon!'
'Are you going? Then the Kittiwake sha'n't sail! I've missed your
spread every time through that everlasting tub, and the Skipper shall
hear reason!'
'Oh, I thought nobody asked you!'
'As if your sighs had not been wafted on the breeze!'
'Puffs to swell the sails and transport bad rubbish!'
'What day is it to be?'
'Wednesday; but you've got no ticket. We are desperately select.'
'By-the-by, you've got a regular tip-topper, haven't you? Old Patakake
invited me under his breath to gaze at the Countess of Caergwent in Mr.
Underwood's carriage.'
'Ay! but we are bound by awful pledges not to regale the country
bumpkins with the sight of a real countess at feeding-time.'
'Then I shall repair to Harewood for an invite. Isn't this the girl
that was booked for young De la Poer?'
'Most ineffable bosh! It went the round of the papers, and my brother
sent it to Robin, who contradicted it flat. She'll never marry anybody,
and he'll never marry her!'
'Indeed! Why so?'
'He was wanted to. Isn't that enough?'
'He _was_ wanted to?'
'Yes, poor wretch! till he cut and ran for dear life, and never thought
himself safe till he had got to the top of Penbeacon. That's the way
you swells _doos_ it.'
'I'm no swell, thank goodness!' said Charlie, chucking a stone into the
river.
'No swell! A swell_ing_ at least! I always regarded you as a sacred
personage, condemned to _noblesse oblige_, and all that!'
'Catch it obliging me to what I don't choose!'
Such was the conversation, whose sounds would have amazed Lady
Caergwent, even more than did the sight: not that there was intentional
hypocrisy in Angela--she never acted a part, but showed herself exactly
as she felt at the moment, 'only more so,' and the moments were so
little in harmony.
Another person who was scandalized was Wilmet, who, in her capacity of
chaperon, was spending the evening at the Priory; and when she found
that this addition to the party was viewed as a matter of course,
sought Felix out, and declared that she would have nothing to do with
the affair unless it were made quite clear that Captain Audley was
aware of the extent of the intimacy.
Felix himself had once or twice doubted whether some steps ought not to
be taken, for the eldest brother having died and left only daughters,
Charlie was heir to the baronetcy, and old Sir Robert and his wife
had a reputation for haughtiness and exclusiveness. Their grandson
never went near them if he could help it, only enduring a duty-visit
by the help of shooting; and their son was even more slack, having,
in fact, never entirely forgiven their coldness to his young and
passionately-loved wife. If there should be anything more than fun
and froth in all the quips and cranks, jokes and pranks, among the
young people, there would assuredly be an explosion, and silence on
his part might justly be deemed unfair encouragement. Maybe, his was
an over-scrupulous mind, for he was already uneasy enough to make the
strength of Wilmet's remonstrance unnecessary. The fact of another eye
than his own having remarked it, was enough for him; and although he
gave Mrs. Harewood little satisfaction at the moment, the next forenoon
he jumped off his horse at her door, interrupting her unprosperous
attempts at making her eldest son remember six times four--
'Five minutes, Mettie!--Yes, Kester, you shall ride round to the
stables if you be off now.--I've asked Captain Audley to Penbeacon.'
'You don't mean that he will come?'
'Far from it; but it was the easiest way of suggesting that I wished
him to see for himself.'
'With what effect?'
'That of being civilly shown that I was a fool for my pains.'
'Do you mean that he does not care?'
'Not a straw. I can't make out whether he thinks the Somerville-Audley
blood beyond precaution, or whether it is all indolence, and dislike to
hinder the boy's amusement.'
'Did you speak plain enough for him to understand?'
'Oh yes, he understood--very nearly laughed at me, and changed the
subject. So now I must leave it; I can't forbid the young fellow the
house, and a warning to Angel would only precipitate it.'
'It is hard that one's sisters should be sacrificed.'
'My dear, everybody is not as much _au grand sérieux_ at that age as
we used to be. The Skipper, as Charlie respectfully calls him, may be
right, and there may be nothing in it; or if there should be, that
Angel of ours has quite strength and spirit enough for a struggle,
and maybe a disappointment. The truth is,' coming nearer, and looking
mysterious, 'we know nothing at all about it, and had best let it
alone.'
Wilmet's face of expectation melted into pardon for being teased; but
Kester, shouting, 'Uncle Felix, come!' put an end to the conference,
rather an odd one to be taking place at the moment when the Countess
was beguiling the constraint of sitting, by dreaming over Isabel Bruce,
and the magnanimity of rescuing the intended recluse by--Alas! she had
never had a ring to throw at her feet--only that whisper which Robina
seemed unwilling to convey.