_An importunate Visitor interrupts the Business of the Morning._
It must be obvious to the well-bred reader, that this visit of Sir Owen
to the worthy owner of Kray Castle, though not exactly in form, was
nevertheless not out of place, considering what had passed in the
antecedent day. We may literally say that it was made upon the spur of
the occasion, and this we hope will be an apology for our introducing
the baronet in boots. Without doubt he was conscious that something more
was due from him than a simple enquiry could acquit him of, but the
happy turn things had taken, since his head came to the floor and our
hero into the world, relieved him in great part from his embarrassment:
the politeness of De Lancaster put him entirely at his ease, when
turning to Sir Owen, he said--I think, my good neighbour, as I am
indebted to you on my boy’s account for his early introduction into
life, there is nothing wanting to complete the favour but that you
should take some charge of him, now he is with us, and stand godfather
at the christening.
To this the baronet made answer, that he should be ready to obey the
call, and was greatly flattered by it, adding with a significant smile,
that it was not his fault, if he had not by this time had the honour of
standing in a nearer relation to a grandson of Mr. De Lancaster than
that of godfather; to which the other as readily replied--Neither was it
his fault.
This was so fair an opening, that Sir Owen could not miss it, and _upon
this hint he spake_. His speech, though not remarkable for its
eloquence, was extremely easy to be understood: he professed a very
sincere esteem and high respect for the amiable Cecilia: he would make a
very handsome settlement upon her, and add two horses to complete his
set, so that she should command her coach and six; he would new set the
family jewels, furnish the best apartments afresh, and build her a
conservatory: he would leave off smoking, take to tea in an afternoon,
and learn quadrille: he would move the dog-kennel to a greater distance
from his house, that the hounds might not wake her in a morning: he
would stand candidate for the county at the next election, and as soon
as he had taken his seat in parliament, and overturned the present
ministry, he did not doubt of being made a lord. He said he was well
aware of the lady’s high pretensions on the score of pedigree, but he
flattered himself he should have something to say on that head, when he
had looked into matters, and refreshed his memory; this he knew for a
fact--that old Robin ap Rees, his minstrel, had records to prove that
his ancestors, the Ap Owens, were not drowned in the general deluge, but
saved themselves with their goats on the tops of their mountains in
Merionethshire; and this should be made appear to the satisfaction of
Cecilia as clear as the sun at noon-day: he added in conclusion, that as
a mark of his respect for the name of De Lancaster, his second son
should bear it jointly with his own, coupled with another _ap_.
These proposals being submitted, he wished to know if there was any
thing more, that could be required of him for the satisfaction and
content of the lady he aspired to. To this Robert De Lancaster gravely
answered, that certainly there was nothing wanting to complete his
wishes but her consent.
Why that is what I have always intimated to her, cried the baronet, that
she had nothing to do but to say yes, and I was ready to strike hands
upon the word and clinch the bargain. When a thing can so easily be set
to rights, it is rather surprising to me, that she can hesitate about
it.
Upon De Lancaster’s dropping a hint as to the seriousness of an
engagement for life, and that two opinions must coincide upon that
measure, Sir Owen very appositely observed, that it was mere loss of
time to spin out a business year after year, that could be finished in a
single minute.
I grant you, my good friend, said De Lancaster, that Cecilia could do
more towards settling this affair in the space of one minute than you
and I could do in a twelvemonth, for she is absolutely her own mistress;
therefore with your leave we will turn it over to her, and when I have
next the honour to see you, I will engage you shall have an answer from
her own lips: let me only request you to receive that answer as
decisive, be it what it may; and for your own as well as for her repose
stir the question no more.
So let it be! replied Sir Owen, and fit it is that so it should be; for,
take notice, I am getting on all this while, and she is not standing
still in life, so that for the sake of posterity we had best lose no
more time about it. If it is to be, the sooner it is done the better;
if it is not, why there must be an end of it; I must turn my horse’s
head, as they say, another way; and that puts me in mind that I have
left the hounds in cover, and, if they find, I shall be quite and clean
thrown out.
Nothing in this life more likely, replied old Robert archly, and with
this answer, which cut two ways at once, the baronet, who just then
thought of nothing but his hounds, bustled out of the room, muttering to
himself--Huntsman will wonder what, the plague, has become of me.