THE NEW MASTER
'We agree pretty well in our tastes and habits--yet so as "with a
difference." We are generally in harmony, with occasional
bickerings, as it should be among near relatives.'--ESSAYS OF
'ELIA.'
Booty grew tired of barking at the swans long before his master had
roused from his abstraction; it was doubtful how much longer Captain
Burnett would have sat with his eyes fixed dreamily on the water, if a
tall figure in white had not suddenly appeared under the arching trees,
and Audrey stood before him.
'I knew where I should find you,' she said, as he rose rather slowly
from his seat. 'I have christened this bench Michael's Seat. How sweet
the lake looks this evening! I wish I could stay to enjoy it, but I must
go back to the drawing-room. Percival has come, and, do you know, the
dressing-gong sounded ten minutes ago, and you have taken no notice of
it.'
'I will go at once,' was the answer, but to his surprise she stopped
him.
'Wait one moment, Michael; I have to ask you a favour. I want you to be
kind, and to take a great deal of notice of Mr. Blake. He is very young
and shy, and though his mother says he is so clever--and, indeed, father
says so, too--one would not find it out, because he is so quiet, and you
know how formidable Percival must be to a shy person.'
'And you want me to take your new _protege_ under my wing?' he returned,
dissembling his surprise.
She had put her hands on his arm, and was speaking with unusual
earnestness, and he knew, by a certain look in her eyes, that something
had vexed her.
'He is not my _protege_,' she answered quickly. 'You talk as though he
were a boy, a mere child, instead of being what he is--an exceedingly
clever and gentlemanly young man. Michael, you generally understand
me--you are always my ally when Percival is on his high horse--and I
want you to stand Mr. Blake's friend to-night.'
'And I am not even to form my own opinion? Supposing the moment I shake
hands with your pro--I mean your visitor--I become conscious of an
inward antagonism? You see, Audrey, I am subject to likes and dislikes,
in common with other people.'
'Oh, you must try to like him,' she returned impatiently. 'I am very
much interested in the whole family. We always like the same people,
Michael--do we not?' in a coaxing voice. 'I know the Marquis will wear
his most judicial aspect to-night; he will perfectly annihilate poor Mr.
Blake;' for this was another sobriquet which Audrey applied to her
brother-in-law.
They were walking towards the house, but at this point Captain Burnett
thought fit to stand still and shake his head, with a grieved expression
of face.
'My dear Audrey, I should like to see you on more sisterly terms with
Gage's husband.'
'Don't be silly,' was the only response; 'one cannot choose one's
brother-in-law. The Marquis makes Gage a splendid husband--no one else
could have mastered her--but I never could get on with a man who always
thinks he is right about everything. Percival is too immaculate in his
own and his wife's eyes to be in harmony with a sinner like myself; and
I don't mind confessing to you, Michael, that he never opens his mouth
without my longing to contradict him.'
Audrey said this with such perfect _naivete_ and candour that Captain
Burnett could only smile, though sheer honesty made him say a moment
afterwards:
'I think, indeed I have always thought, that you undervalue Harcourt. He
is a fine fellow in his way. I like a man to be strong, and Harcourt is
strong--he has no pettiness in his nature. He is rather a severe critic,
perhaps--and demands a little too much from other people--but you will
find that he always practises what he preaches.'
'I wish he understood me better,' was the rueful response. 'Unhappily,
he and Gage think their mission is to reform me. Now, Michael, do be
quick, or the dinner-bell will ring;' and Audrey waved her hand gaily,
and turned into the house, while Michael and his faithful Booty
followed her more slowly.
When Audrey entered the drawing-room she found her brother-in-law
standing in his favourite attitude before the fireplace--he was
evidently holding forth on some interesting topic, for Dr. Ross was
listening to him with an amused expression of face, and Geraldine was
watching him with admiring wifely eyes. He broke off, however, to greet
Audrey, and there was brotherly warmth in his manner as he shook hands
with her and asked after her health--a mere civility on his part, as
Audrey was never ill.
Mr. Harcourt was a good-looking man of about forty--perhaps he was a
year or two more, but he was young-looking for his age, and the absence
of beard and moustache gave him a still more youthful aspect; the slight
tinge of gray in his hair seemed to harmonise with the well-cut
features. The mouth was especially handsome, though a sarcastic
expression at times distinguished it. His figure was good, and without
being tall, he carried himself with so much dignity as to give the
impression of height. He was a man who would always be noticed among
other men on account of his strong individuality and sheer force of
character.
Audrey was right when she owned that he made a splendid husband for
Geraldine. Mr. Harcourt was exceedingly proud of his beautiful wife; but
from the first hour of her married life he had made her understand that
though she managed other people, including her own mother, her husband
was to be the one exception--that, in other words, he fully intended to
be Geraldine's master.
Geraldine had to learn this lesson even on her wedding-day. There was
some little confusion at the last--a small hitch in the domestic
arrangements--and someone, Dr. Ross probably, proposed that the happy
couple should wait for a later train; they could telegraph, and dinner
could be put back for an hour. Geraldine endorsed her father's opinion;
perhaps, at the last minute, the young bride would fain have lingered
lovingly in the home that had sheltered her so happily.
'It is a good idea. We should have to drive so dreadfully fast,' she
said with some eagerness. 'Yes, we will stay, Percival.'
'My darling, there is someone else to consult,' he returned, taking her
hand; 'and someone else votes differently. Dr. Ross, will you ask them
to send round the carriage. Geraldine has had excitement enough; it
will be far better for us to go.' Geraldine did not like her husband any
the worse for showing her that he meant to manage for both for the
future. She was clever enough to take the hint, and to refer to him on
all occasions. Before many weeks were over, young Mrs. Harcourt had so
fully identified herself with her husband's interests, was so strangely
impregnated with his opinions, that she insensibly reproduced them--'and
Percival thinks so and so' now replaced the old decided 'that is my
opinion,' which had hitherto leavened her conversation.
'Who would have thought that Geraldine, who snubbed all her lovers so
unmercifully, and who never would listen to one until Percival "came,
saw, and conquered"--who would have imagined that this very exacting
young woman would have turned out a submissive and pattern wife?' was
Audrey's remark when she returned from her first visit to Hillside.
But in her heart she respected her brother-in-law for the change he had
effected.
'Well, Audrey,' observed Mr. Harcourt, with a mischievous twinkle in his
eyes, 'so I hear you have been enacting the part of Good Samaritan to
the widow Blake and her children. What do you think of the bewitching
widow and her Mary Queen of Scots beauty? Did she make an impression,
eh?'
'She is very handsome,' returned Audrey curtly; for she was not pleased
with her brother-in-law's quizzical tone.
How long had she stopped out with Michael? Barely ten minutes; and yet
Percival was in possession of the whole story.
'I shall be writing to Edith to-night, and I must tell her all about
it,' he went on, for if there was one thing in which he delighted, it
was teasing Audrey, and getting a rise out of her. In reality he was
very fond of her; he admired her simplicity and the grand earnestness of
her character; but he took the brotherly liberty of disagreeing with her
upon some things. He told his wife privately that his one desire was to
see Audrey married to the right man.
'She is a fine creature, but she wants training and keeping in order;
and I know the man who would just do for her,' he said once.
But though Geraldine implored him to say whom he meant, and mentioned a
dozen names in her womanly curiosity, Mr. Harcourt could not be induced
to say more. He was no matchmaker, he thanked Heaven; he would be
ashamed to meddle with such sacred mysteries. If there were one thing on
which no human opinion ought to rashly intrude, it was when two people
elected to enter the holy state of matrimony. It was enough that he knew
the man, though he never intended to take a step to bring them together.
'I think we had better drop the subject, as Mr. Blake will be here
directly,' retorted Audrey, in her most repressive tones. 'Father, do
you know you have forgotten to wind up the drawing-room clock? I think
it must be nearly seven.'
'It is past seven,' answered her brother-in-law, producing his watch.
'Mr. Blake is keeping the dinner waiting. No one but a very young man
would venture to commit such a solecism. Under the circumstances, it is
really a breach of good manners. Don't you agree with me, Dr. Ross?'
But Dr. Ross hesitated; he rarely agreed with such sweeping assertions.
Geraldine murmured 'Very true,' which her mother echoed.
'That is too bad!' exclaimed Audrey, who never could hold her tongue.
'If you had only seen the state of muddle they are in at the Gray
Cottage! I daresay Mr. Blake has been unable to find anything; his
mother does not seem a good manager. Hush! I hear a bell!'--interrupting
herself. 'Now you will not be kept any longer from your dinner,
Percival.'
'I was not thinking of myself,' he returned, with rather an annoyed air;
for he was a quick-tempered man, and he was really very hungry. Thanks
to his wife's splendid management, the meals were always punctual at
Hillside. A deviation of five minutes would have boded woe to the best
cook. Mr. Harcourt was no domestic tyrant; the boys, the servants,
always looked upon him as a kind friend; but he was an exact
disciplinarian, and the wheels of the domestic machinery at Hillside
went smoothly. If Geraldine complained that one of the servants did not
do her duty, his answer was always prompt: 'Send her away and get
another. A servant without a conscience will never do for me.' But, as a
matter of fact, no master was better served.
To Audrey's relief, Michael appeared with Mr. Blake. He came in looking
a little pale from the exertion of dressing so hurriedly, and Audrey's
conscience pricked her for want of consideration as she saw that he
limped more than usual, always a sign with him of over-fatigue. Mr.
Blake looked handsomer than ever in evening dress, and Audrey noticed
that Geraldine looked at him more than once, as though his appearance
struck her. He certainly seemed very shy, and made his excuses to his
hostess in a low voice.
'I ought not to have accepted Dr. Ross's kind invitation,' he said,
starting a little as the dinner-bell immediately followed his entrance;
'everything is in such confusion at home.'
'I suppose it was like hunting for a needle in a truss of hay,' observed
Michael, in a genial voice. 'I can imagine the difficulties of making a
toilet under such moving circumstances. No pun intended, I assure you.
Don't look as though you want to hit me, Harcourt. I would not be guilty
of a real pun for the world.'
Mr. Harcourt was unable to reply at that moment, as he had to offer
Audrey his arm and follow Dr. Ross into the dining-room; but as soon as
they were seated and grace had been said, he addressed Michael.
'I need not ask an omnivorous reader as you are, Burnett, if you
remember "Elia's" remarks about puns.'
'I suppose you mean that "a pun is a pistol let off at the ear, not a
feather to tickle the intellect." Poor old "Elia"! what a man he was!
With all his frailties he was adorable.'
'Humph! I should be sorry to go as far as that; but I own I like his
quaint, racy style. Dr. Ross is a fervent admirer of "St. Charles," as
Thackeray once called him.'
'Indeed, I am. I agree with Ainger in regarding him as the last of the
Elizabethans. I love his fine humour and homely fantastic grandeur of
style,' returned Dr. Ross warmly. 'The man's whole life, too, is so
wonderfully pathetic. Few scenes in fiction are so touching as that sad
scene where the unhappy Mary Lamb feels the dreaded attack of insanity
coming on, and brother and sister, hand-in-hand, and weeping as they go,
perform that sorrowful journey across the fields to the house where Mary
is to be sheltered. I used to cry over that story as a boy.'
Audrey drew a long breath of relief. Her father had started on one of
his hobbies. All would be well now.
For one moment she had been anxious, very anxious. Like other men,
Michael had his weaknesses. Nothing would annoy him more than to be
supposed guilty of a premeditated pun. He always expressed a great deal
of scorn for what he called a low form of wit--'and which is as far
removed from wit,' he would add, 'as the slums of the Seven Dials are
from Buckingham Palace.'
Mr. Harcourt was quite aware of this fastidious dislike on Michael's
part. It was, therefore, in pure malice that he had asked that question
about 'Elia'; but Michael's matter-of-fact answer had baffled him, and
the sole result had been to start a delightful discussion on the
writings of Charles Lamb and his contemporaries--a subject on which all
three men talked exceedingly well.
Audrey listened to them with delight. She was aware that Mr. Blake, who
sat next her, was silent too. When a pause in the conversation occurred,
she turned round to address him, and found him regarding her with an air
of intelligent curiosity.
'You seem to take a great deal of interest in all this,' he said, with a
smile. 'Most ladies would consider it dry. I suppose you read a great
deal.'
'I am afraid not. I love reading, but one finds so much else to do. But
it is always a pleasure to me to hear my father talk. My brother-in-law,
too, is a very clever man.'
'So I should imagine. And Captain Burnett--is he also a relative?'
'Only a sort of cousin. But he has no nearer ties, and he spends half
his time at Woodcote. My sister and I look upon him as a brother--in
fact, he has supplied a great want in my life. From a child I have so
longed to have a brother of my own.'
Mr. Blake looked down at his plate.
'A brother is not always an undivided blessing,' he said in a low voice,
'especially when he is a daily and hourly reproach to one. Oh, you know
what I mean,' throwing back his head with a quick, nervous gesture. 'My
mother says she has told you. I saw you looking at Kester this
afternoon, but you are aware it was all my fault.'
'But it was only an accident,' she returned gently. 'I hope that you are
not morbid on the subject, Mr. Blake. Boys are terribly venturesome. I
wonder more of them are not hurt. I am quite sure Kester does not blame
you.'
'No, you are right there; but somehow it is difficult for me to forget
that my unlucky slip has spoiled the poor fellow's life. He is very good
and patient, and we do all we can for him; but one dare not glance at
the future. Excuse my bothering you with such a personal matter, but I
cannot forget the way you looked at Kester; and then my mother said she
had told you the whole story.'
'I was very much interested,' she began, but just then Mr. Harcourt
interrupted them by a remark pointedly addressed to Mr. Blake, so that
he was obliged to break off his conversation with Audrey. This time the
ladies were decidedly bored--none of them could follow the discussion;
the conversation at Woodcote was rarely pedantic, but this evening Mr.
Harcourt chose to argue a purely scholastic question--some translation
from the Greek, which he declared to be full of gross errors.
Audrey felt convinced that the subject had been chosen with the express
purpose of crushing the new master; on this topic Michael would be
unable to afford him the slightest help. True, he had been studying
Greek for his own pleasure the last two years at her father's
suggestion, and had made very fair progress, but only a finished scholar
could have pronounced with any degree of certainty on such a knotty
point.
She was, therefore, all the more surprised and pleased when she found
that Mr. Blake proved himself equal to the occasion. He had kept
modestly in the background while the elder men were speaking, but when
Mr. Harcourt appealed to him he took his part in the conversation quite
readily, and expressed himself with the greatest ease and fluency;
indeed, he not only ventured to contradict Mr. Harcourt, but he brought
quite a respectable array of authorities to back his opinions.
Audrey felt so interested in watching the changes of expression on her
brother-in-law's face that she was quite reconciled to the insuperable
difficulties that such a topic offered to her understanding. The
sarcastic curve round Mr. Harcourt's mouth relaxed; he grew less dry and
didactic in speech; each moment his manner showed more earnestness and
interest. The silent young master was by no means annihilated; on the
contrary, he proved himself a worthy antagonist. Audrey was quite sorry
when Geraldine, stifling a yawn, gave her mother an imploring glance.
Mrs. Ross willingly took the hint, and as Michael opened the door for
them he whispered in Audrey's ear: 'He is quite capable of taking care
of himself.' And Audrey nodded assent.
She lingered in the hall a moment to look out on the moonlight, and on
opening the drawing-room door she heard a few words in Geraldine's
voice:
'Splendidly handsome--dangerously so, in my opinion; what do you think,
mother?'
'Well, my dear, I have seldom seen a finer-looking young man; and then
his manners are so nice. Some clever young people are always pushing
themselves into the conversation; they think nothing of silencing older
men. Mr. Blake seems very modest and retiring.'
'Yes, but he is too handsome,' was the regretful reply; and then Audrey
joined them.
'I knew you would say so,' she observed, with quite a pleased
expression. 'Handsome is hardly the word; Mr. Blake has a beautiful
face--he is like a Greek god.'
Geraldine drew herself up a little stiffly.
'My dear Audrey, how absurd! do Greek gods have olive complexions? How
Percival will laugh when I tell him that!'
'To be sure,' returned Audrey calmly; 'thank you for reminding me that
you are married, Gage; I am always forgetting it. That is the worst of
having one's sister married; one is never sure that one's little jokes
and speeches are not repeated. Now, as my confidences are not intended
for Percival, I will learn slowly and painfully to hold my tongue for
the future.'
This very natural speech went home, as Audrey intended it should. With
all her dictatorial ways and clever management, Geraldine had a very
warm heart.
'Oh, Audrey dear,' she said, quite grieved at this, 'I hope you are not
speaking seriously. Of course I will not repeat it to Percival if you do
not wish it; but when you are married yourself you will know how
difficult it is to keep back any little thing that interests one.'
'When I am married--I mean, if I be ever married,' substituted Audrey,
blushing a little, as girls will--'I hope I shall be quite as capable of
self-control and discrimination as in my single days. I have never
considered the point very closely; but now I come to think of it, I
would certainly have an understanding with my husband on the
wedding-day. "My dear Clive," I would say to him--Clive is a favourite
name of mine; I hope I shall marry a Clive--"you must understand once
for all that, though I intend to treat you with wifely confidence, I
shall only tell my own secrets--not other people's." And he will reply,
"Audrey, you are the most honourable of women. I respected you before; I
venerate you now."'
'Audrey, how you talk!' But Mrs. Harcourt could not help laughing.
Audrey was looking very nice this evening; white always suited her. To
be sure, her hair might have been smoother. 'There is some sort of charm
about her that is better than beauty,' she thought, with sisterly
admiration; and then she asked her mother if she did not think Percival
looked a little pale.
'He works too hard,' she continued; 'and he will not break himself of
his old bachelor habit of sitting up late.'
'Men like their own way; you must not be too anxious,' retorted Mrs.
Ross tranquilly. 'When I first married, I worried myself dreadfully
about your father; but I soon found it was no use. And look at him now;
late hours have not hurt him in the least. No one has better health than
your father.'
But the young wife was only half comforted.
'My father's constitution is different,' she returned. 'Percival is
strong; but his nerves are irritable; his organisation is more
sensitive. It is burning both ends of the candle. I tell him he uses
himself up too lavishly.'
'I used to say much the same things to your father, but he soon cured
me. He asked me once why I was so bent on bringing him round to my
opinions. "I do not try to alter yours," I remember he said once, in his
half-joking way. "I do not ask you to sit up with me; though, no doubt,
that is part of your wifely duty. I allow you to go to bed when you are
sleepy, in the most unselfish way. So, my dear, you must allow me the
same liberty of action." And, would you believe it, I never dared say
another word to him on the subject.'
'You are a model wife, are you not, mother?' observed Audrey
caressingly.
'No, dear; I never deserved your father,' returned Mrs. Ross, with much
feeling, and the tears started to her eyes. 'If only my girls could have
as happy a life! I am sure dear Geraldine has done well for
herself--Percival makes her an excellent husband; and if I could only
see you happily settled, Audrey, I should be perfectly satisfied.'
'Are you so anxious to lose me?' asked the younger girl reproachfully.
'You must find me a man as good as father, then. I am not so sure that I
want to be married; I fancy an old maid's mission will suit me best. I
have too many plans in my head; no respectable man would tolerate me.'
'May I ask what you ladies are talking about?' asked Captain Burnett, as
he sauntered lazily round the screen that, even in summer-time, shut in
the fireplace, and made a cosy corner. Mr. Blake followed him.
Audrey looked at them both calmly.
'I was only suggesting my possible mission as a single woman. Don't you
think I should make a charming old maid, Michael?' and Audrey folded
her beautifully-shaped arms, and drew herself up; but her dimple
destroyed the effect. Cyril Blake darted a quick look at her; then he
crossed the room and sat down by Mrs. Ross, and talked to her and
Geraldine until it was time for him to take his leave.