|How well the two beauties looked in their gay riding-dresses of scarlet
and blue, trimmed with gold and silver lace, and plumed hats! Slight
and graceful in figure, and nearly of an age, Anna Webb was a few months
older than Dorothy, but she could not be more than nineteen.
Dorothy had cheeks like a blush-rose, tender blue eyes, and flaxen
tresses, with features that could not be called regular, but were,
nevertheless, excessively pretty; while Anna's locks were of a raven
hue, her eyes large, black, and lustrous, and fringed with silken
lashes, her tint pale, yet clear, and her face classically faultless in
outline.
If the palm of beauty could not be assigned to Dorothy, it must be owned
that she had a more agreeable expression than Anna, whose short curling
upper lip gave her a somewhat disdainful look.
But they were both lovely creatures, and quite enchanted the Chevalier
de Saint George, as he first beheld them standing near a marble fountain
at the edge of the large, smooth-shaven lawn near the terrace.
Close beside them was Lady Webb--a fine, stately, middle-aged dame,
richly dressed in damask, and having a hoop petticoat, long stiff
bodice, and a lofty head-dress.
She had a few patches on her face, and a large fan in her hand. Lady
Webb had a haughty manner, and did not forget that she came of a noble
family.
Sir John Webb, who paid great deference to his lady, was about sixty,
and had a marked countenance, dark eyes, and a large aquiline nose. His
bearing was soldierlike, which is not to be wondered at, since he had
served under James the Second. But there was nothing military in his
attire, which consisted of a square-cut, claret-coloured coat, richly
embroidered with lace, a laced waistcoat with long flaps, cream-coloured
silk stockings, shoes with high red heels, a long neck cloth bordered
with Brussels lace, lace ruffles at his wrist, a sword by his side,
and a well-powdered periwig on his head, surmounted by a small
three-cornered hat. He carried a gold-headed clouded cane in his hand,
and occasionally produced a very handsome gold snuff-box.
The Webbs were strict Roman Catholics, and devoted to the House of
Stuart. In fact, Sir John had followed the exiled monarch for a short
time to Saint Germains.
Tom Forster, who was talking to him, and pointing out the beauties
of the place with his riding-whip, looked exactly like what he was--a
country squire, who rode hard, lived well, and drank hard.
In age, he could not be more than seven-and-twenty, and would have
been considered very good-looking if the hue of his skin had not been
somewhat too florid. Decidedly, he was like his sister, if a rather
coarse man can be said to resemble a delicate girl. No one had better
horses than Tom Forster--not even Lord Derwentwater--no one had better
claret, and you might have plenty of it--perhaps, rather too much.
Tom Forster kept a pack of fox-hounds, and hunted regularly; and as he
was hospitable, jovial, and good-humoured, he was exceedingly popular.
Dorothy constantly rode to hounds, and was greatly admired for courage
and skill, for she often gained the brush. But, as we have endeavoured
to show, there was nothing masculine about her--nothing that could be
objected to in her liveliness. On the contrary, her presence operated as
a restraint upon her brother's guests, and kept them within bounds.
Sir John Webb and his family had been staying for some little time at
Bamborough Castle, and had been delighted with the ancient structure,
which, whether from its situation on a lofty and almost perpendicular
rock, overlooking the Northern Ocean, or from its well-preserved walls
and square massive keep, may be justly considered one of the grandest
castles in the kingdom. Another opportunity may occur for describing it
more fully. Meantime, we may say that Anna Webb, who was of a somewhat
romantic turn, had been especially delighted with the place. She
remained for hours upon the ramparts gazing upon the sea, there studded
with islands, and had even mounted with Dorothy to the summit of the
keep, whence Lindisfarne and its ancient churches could be clearly
descried. Luckily no shipwrecks occurred at the time on that dangerous
and rock-bound coast, so that she was spared any such dreadful sight,
and no half-drowned mariners were brought for shelter to the castle.
Though Bamborough Castle belonged to Mr. Forster, he did not inhabit the
ancient structure. His residence, which was comparatively modern, was
close at hand. But several of the old towers were furnished, and in one
of these Anna and Dorothy were lodged, at the particular desire of the
former, who thus escaped the racket of a great house full of company, as
well as the attentions of the host, who had fallen in love with her,
but whom she could not tolerate. Every day there was a large party at
dinner, and at these entertainments Anna was forced to be present, but
she was always glad to get back to the quiet old tower.
One day, an important visitor unexpectedly arrived at the castle. This
was the Earl of Derwentwater. Dorothy having described him to her,
and had painted him in glowing colours, she was prepared for a very
distinguished-looking personage. But he was far handsomer than she
expected, and she was greatly struck by his manner as well as by his
personal appearance. To her surprise and mortification, however, he paid
her very little attention, and devoted himself exclusively to Dorothy,
next to whom he was placed at dinner. That evening there were cards and
music in the drawing-room. Lord Derwentwater begged of Dorothy to sing,
and she readily complied, and charmed him with a lively ditty. When she
had done, Tom Forster came up, and made his sister relinquish her place
at the harpsichord to Anna.
Piqued by Lord Derwentwater's indifference, and really possessing a
splendid voice, Miss Webb exerted herself to the utmost. Never had she
sung or played more brilliantly than on this occasion--never had she
looked more lovely: Lord Derwentwater was electrified, and seemed
suddenly conscious of her transcendent beauty. Hitherto he had scarcely
observed her, but now she riveted his regards. Warmly applauding her
performance, he prayed her to repeat it. Instead of doing so, she struck
up a little French lay, with which he was familiar, but which he had
never before heard sung with such liveliness and spirit.
At Lady Webb's instance, Anna gave some further proofs of her
extraordinary vocal power. Her triumph was complete. She felt sure
she had captivated the young earl, who remained by her side during the
remainder of the evening. Indeed she fully expected a proposal on the
morrow--but when the morrow came, Lord Derwentwater was gone. He had set
off at an early hour, long before she and Dorothy came from the tower.
Why had he departed so suddenly? No one could tell. Anna was greatly put
out; but she was not half so much disappointed as Lady Webb, who
thought her daughter had secured a great prize. Good-natured Dorothy had
manifested no resentment at being cut out by her friend. Tom Forster had
felt rather jealous, but as he really had received no encouragement from
Miss Webb, he could not complain.
The Webbs remained ten days longer at Bamborough Castle, and during this
time nothing was heard of Lord Derwentwater.
But Lady Webb was determined not to give him up without another effort.
So she told Tom Forster that she should like immensely to see Dilston,
and he promised to take them all there, on their return to Dorsetshire.
The plan was carried out, as we have shown. Some on horseback, some
in Sir John's great family coach, encumbered by an immense quantity
of luggage, attended by a couple of female servants, the party left
Bamborough Castle after an early dinner, supped and slept at Morpeth,
and set out next morning for Dilston.