CHAPTER IV

_Next in the daunce followit invy,

Fild full of feid and fellony,

Hid malice and dispyte.

For pryvie haterit that traitour trymlit;

Him followit mony freik dissymlit,

With fenyeit wordes quhyte;

And flattereris into menis facis,

And back-bytaris in secreit placis,

To ley that had delyte;

With rownaris of fals lesingis;

Allace! that courtis of noble kingis,

Of thame can nevir be quyte._

Dunbar (Daunce.)

The Countess of ----'s ball was fixed upon as the occasion of my first

appearance. What meditation did it not cost me, to decide upon the style

of my costume for that eventful evening! How did my preference fluctuate

between the gorgeous and the simple, the airy and the magnificent! The

balance was cast in favour of the latter, by the possession of my

mother's jewels; which my father ordered to be reset for me, with superb

additions. 'He could afford it,' he said, 'as well as Lady ---- or any

of her company, and he saw no reason why I should not be as fine as the

proudest of them.' My heart bounded with delight, when I at last saw the

brilliants flash in my dark hair, mark the contour of my neck, and

circle a waist slender as the form of a sylph. All that flattery had

told, and vanity believed, seemed now to gain confirmation; yet, still

some doubts allayed my self-conceit, till it received its consummation

from the cold, the stately Mr Maitland. I overheard Miss Arnold whisper

to him, as I entered the drawing-room where he and a large party were

waiting to escort me, 'look what lovely diamonds Mr Percy has given

Ellen.'--'They would have been better bestowed elsewhere,' returned Mr

Maitland; 'nobody that looks at Miss Percy will observe them.'

Though certain that this compliment was not meant for my ear, I had the

hardihood to acknowledge it, by saying, 'Thank you, sir; I shall put

that into my memorandum-book, and preserve it like a Queen Anne's

farthing, not much worth in itself, but precious, because she never made

but one.'

'The farthing was never meant for circulation,' returned he dryly; 'but

it unluckily fell into the hands of a child, who could not keep it to

herself.'

The word 'child' was particularly offensive on this first night of my

womanhood; and, in the intoxication of my spirits, I should have made

some very impertinent rejoinder, if I had not been prevented by Miss

Mortimer. 'What, Ellen!' said she, 'quarrelling with Mr Maitland for

compliments! Is it not enough to satisfy you, that he who is so seldom

seen in places of that sort accompanies you to the ball to-night?'

'Oh! pray,' returned I, 'since Mr Maitland has so few _bienseances_ to

spare, allow him to dispose of them as he pleases. His attendance

to-night is meant as a compliment to my father.'

'Do not make me pay a whole evening's comfort for what is only a

farthing's worth, you know,' said Maitland good-humouredly; 'but leave

off trying to be disagreeable and witty. Nay, do not frown now; your

face will not have time to recover itself. I see the carriage is at the

door.'

I did not wait for a second intimation, but bounded down stairs, and I

was already seated in the barouche, with Miss Arnold before my

deliberate beau made his appearance. I was too full of expectation to

talk; and we had proceeded for some time in silence, when I was awakened

from a dream of triumph by Mr Maitland's saying, and, as I thought, with

a sigh, 'What a pleasing woman is Miss Mortimer! That feminine

simplicity and sweetness make the merest commonplace delightful!'

I suppose it was my vanity grasping at a monopoly of praise which made

me feel myself teazed by this encomium; and I pettishly answered, 'That

it was a pity Miss Mortimer did not hear this compliment, for she might

keep it to herself, since she at least was no _child_.'

'Within these few years,' said Mr Maitland, 'she was a very enchanting

woman.'

'Indeed!' exclaimed I, more and more out of humour at the unusual warmth

of his expressions, 'Miss Mortimer has no wit, and she has never been

pretty.'

'True,' returned Mr Maitland, 'but I dislike wits. I am not even fond of

beauties. It is in bad taste for a woman to "flash on the startled eye."

Miss Mortimer did not burst on us like a meteor,--she stole on us like

the dawn, cheering and delightful, not dazzling.'

This speech seemed so manifest an attack upon me who dealt with a

certain fearless repartee that passed for wit, and who was already a

beauty by profession, that my eyes filled with tears of mortification.

Of what use is beauty, thought I, if it be thus despised by men of

sense, and draw the gaze only of silly boys? Yet men of sense have felt

its power; and when people have, like Mr Maitland, outlived human

feelings, they should leave the world, and not stay to damp the

pleasures of the young and the happy.

The next moment, however, sparkling eyes and skins of alabaster

recovered their full value in my estimation, when, as we pressed into

Lady ----'s crowded rooms, a hundred whispers met my ear of

'Lovely!'--'Charming!' and 'Devilish handsome!' My buoyant spirits rose

again, and I looked up to take a triumphant survey of my admirers. Yet,

when I met the universal gaze which was attracted by the splendour of my

dress, or the novelty of my appearance, nature for a moment stirred in

me; and though I had indignantly turned from Mr Maitland, and accepted

the devoirs of a more obsequious attendant, I now instinctively caught

his arm, and shrunk awkwardly behind him.

I quickly, however, recovered my self-possession, and began to enjoy the

gaiety of the scene. Not so my companion; who seemed miserably out of

place at a ball, and whose manner appeared even more grave and repulsive

than usual. I shall never forget the solemn abstracted air with which he

sat silently gazing on a chandelier; and then suddenly interrupting my

conversation with a half a dozen beaux, resumed the discussion of a

plan, to which I had listened with interest a few days before, for

bettering the condition of the negroes upon his plantations. But my

attention was at once withdrawn from his discourse, and from the titter

which it occasioned, when a sudden movement opening the circle which

surrounded me, gave to my view the figure of Lady Maria de Burgh.

Never had she looked so lovely. Her Ariel-like form was flying through

the dance; her blue eyes sparkling with pleasure; exercise flushing her

snowy skin with the hues of life and health. I observed the graceful

fall of her white drapery, the unadorned braids of her sunny hair, and

distrusted the taste which had loaded me with ornament.

The dance ended; and Lady Maria was going to throw herself upon a seat,

when it was suddenly taken possession of by a young man, who withdrew my

attention even from Lady Maria. The easy rudeness of this action, his

dress, his manner, his whole air, announced him to be of the first

fashion. He languidly extended a limb of the most perfect symmetry,

viewed it attentively in every direction, drew his fingers through his

elegantly dishevelled hair; then, composing himself into an attitude of

rest, began to examine the company, through an eye-glass set with

brilliants. Lady Maria having, with some difficulty, wedged herself into

a place by his side, was beginning to address him, but he turned from

her with the most fashionable yawn imaginable. Presently his eyes were

directed, or rather fell upon me; and I felt myself inclined to excuse

the plebeian vivacity, with which he instantly pointed me out to his

fair companion, seeming to enquire who I was. Her Ladyship looked, and a

toss of her head seemed to indicate that her reply was not very

favourable. An altercation then appeared to ensue; for the gentleman

rising offered the lady his hand, as if to lead her forward; the lady

frowned, pouted, flounced, and at last, with a very cloudy aspect, rose

and suffered him to conduct her towards me. Scarcely relaxing her pretty

features, she addressed me with a few words of very stately recognition;

introduced me to her brother, Lord Frederick de Burgh; and then turned

away. Miss Arnold claimed her acquaintance by a humble courtesy. Her

Ladyship, looking her full in the face, passed, 'and gave no sign.' I

was instantly possessed with the spirit of patronage; and though I had

before forgotten that Miss Arnold was in the room, I now gave her my

arm, and all the attention which I could spare from Lord Frederick de

Burgh.

For a man of fashion, Lord Frederick was tolerably amusing. He knew the

name, and a little of the private history, of every person in the room.

He flattered with considerable industry; and it was not difficult to

flatter him in return. He asked me to dance. I was engaged for the three

next dances; but disappointed one of my partners that I might sit with

Lord Frederick. His Lordship next proposed that I should waltz with him.

So much native feeling yet remained in me that I shrunk from making such

an exhibition, and at first positively refused; but, happening to

observe that Lady Maria was watching, with an eye of jealous

displeasure, her brother's attentions to me, I could not resist the

temptation of provoking her, by exhibiting these attentions to the whole

assembly; and therefore consented to dance the waltz.

I own that I bitterly repented this compliance when I found myself

standing with Lord Frederick alone, in the midst of the circle which was

instantly formed round us. I forgot even the possibility of the

admiration of which I had before been so secure. My knees knocked

together, and a mist swam before my eyes. But there was now no retreat,

and the dance began. My feelings of disquiet, however, did not rise to

their height till, towards the close of the dance, I met the eye of Mr

Maitland fixed on me in stern disapprobation. I have never yet met with

any person whose displeasure was so disagreeably awful as that of Mr

Maitland. At that moment it was more than I could bear. Hastily

concluding the dance, I darted through the crowd of spectators,

regardless of their praise or censure; and, faint and unhappy, I sunk

upon a seat.

I was instantly surrounded by persons who offered me every sort of

assistance and refreshment. Lord Frederick was particularly assiduous.

But I owed the recovery of my spirits chiefly to the sarcastic smile

with which I was eyed by Lady Maria de Burgh, whom I overheard say, with

a scornful glance at the gentlemen who crowded round me, 'Really the

trick takes admirably!' Mr Maitland now making his way towards me, said

very coldly, 'Miss Percy, if you are inclined to go home, I shall attend

you.' I was provoked at his unconcern for an uneasiness of which he had

been the chief cause; and carelessly answering that I should not go home

for an hour or two, accepted Lord Frederick's arm, and sauntered round

the room.

During the rest of the evening, I paid no further attention to my

father's friend. Once or twice I thought of him, and with an indistinct

feeling of self-reproach; but I was occupied with the assiduities of my

new admirer, and had no leisure to consider of propriety. I saw, too, or

fancied that I saw, Lady Maria make some attempts to detach her brother

from me, and I had therefore double enjoyment in detaining him by my

side. Though she affected indifference, I could easily see that she

continued to watch us; and as often as I perceived her eye turned

towards us, I laughed, flirted, and redoubled the demonstrations of our

mutual good understanding. About five in the morning the party

separated; and I, more worn out by the affectation, than exhilarated by

the reality of merriment, returned home. Lord Frederick attended me to

my carriage; and Mr Maitland having handed in Miss Arnold, bowed without

speaking, and retired.

Some very excellent and judicious persons maintain a custom of calling

to mind every night the transactions of the day; but even if the habit

of self-examination had at all entered into my system, this was

manifestly no season for its exercise. Completely exhausted, I dropped

asleep even while my poor weary maid was undressing me; and closed a day

of folly, pride, and enmity, without one serious, one repentant thought.

But why do I particularise one day? My whole course of life was aptly

described in a short dialogue with Mr Maitland. 'Miss Percy,' said he,

'I hope you are not the worse for the fatigues of last night.'--'Not in

the least, sir.'--'Well, then, are you any thing the better for them? Do

you look back on your amusement with pleasure?'--'No, I must confess, I

do not. Besides, I have not leisure to look back, I am so busily looking

forward to this evening's opera.'

Mr Maitland, sighing from the very bottom of his heart, gave me a look

which said, as intelligibly as a look could speak, 'Unfortunate,

misguided girl!' We were alone; and I was half inclined to bid him give

utterance to his sentiments, and tell me all the follies which, in his

secret soul, he ascribed to me. Pride was struggling with my respect for

his opinion, when Lord Frederick de Burgh was admitted; and the voice of

candour, and of common sense, was never again allowed to mingle discord

with the sounds of the 'harp and the viol.'

I had entered the throng who were in chase of pleasure, and I was not

formed for a languid pursuit. It became the employment of every day, of

every hour. My mornings were spent at auctions, exhibitions, and

milliners' shops; my evenings wherever fashionable folly held her court.

Miss Mortimer attempted gently to stem the torrent. She endeavoured to

remove my temptation to seek amusement abroad, by providing it for me at

home; but I had drunk of the inebriating cup, and the temperate draught

was become tasteless to me. She tried to convince my reason; but reason

was in a deep sleep, and stirred no further than to repulse the hand

which would have roused. She attempted to persuade me; and I, to escape

the subject, told her, that when I had fulfilled the engagements which

were to occupy every moment of my time for the six succeeding weeks, I

would, on some rainy Sunday, stay at home all day, and patiently swallow

my whole dose of lecture at a sitting. I look back with astonishment

upon her patient endurance of my impertinences. But she saw my follies

with the pity of a superior nature; aware, indeed, of the tremendous

difference between her state and mine, yet remembering who it was that

had 'made her to differ.'

Finding her own efforts fruitless, she endeavoured to obtain my father's

interposition. But my father considered all human kind as divided into

two classes, those who were to labour for riches, and those who were to

enjoy them; and he saw no reason for restricting me in the use of any

pleasure for which I could afford to pay. Besides, he secretly regarded

with some contempt the confined notions of Miss Mortimer, and was not

without his share of elation in the triumphs which I won. He delighted

to read, in the Morning Chronicle, that at Lady G----'s ball, the

brilliancy of Miss Percy's jewels had never been surpassed, save by the

eyes of the lovely wearer. He chuckled over the paragraph which

announced my approaching nuptials with the young Duke of ----, although

he, at the same time, declared with an oath, that 'he would take care

how he gave his daughter and his money to a fellow who might be ashamed

of his father-in-law.' Indeed he took great pleasure in bringing my

suitors, especially those of noble birth, to the point of explicit

proposal, and then overwhelming them with a tremendous preponderance of

settlement. He rejected, in this way, some unexceptionable offers; for

my splendid prospects outweighed all my folly and extravagance. I left

these matters entirely to his arrangement, for I had neither wish nor

love that did not centre in amusement. I sometimes wondered, however,

what were his intentions in regard of me, and more than half suspected

that they pointed towards Mr Maitland; but I never recollected Mr

Maitland's manner towards me, without laughing at the absurdity of such

a scheme.

In the mean time, along with a few sober suitors, I attracted danglers

innumerable; for I was the fashion; admired by fashionable men; envied

by fashionable women; and, of course, raved of by their humbler mimics

of both sexes. Each had his passing hour of influence, but the lord of

the ascendant was Lord Frederick de Burgh. He was handsome, showy,

extravagant, and even more the fashion than myself. He danced well,

drove four-in-hand, and was a very Oedipus in expounding anagrams and

conundrums. Yet it was not to these advantages alone that he owed my

preference. These might have won for him the smiles which he shared with

fifty others; but he was indebted for my peculiar grace to his

relationship with Lady Maria.

The mutual dislike of this lady and myself had been confirmed by seven

years interchange of impertinences; nor was it in the least degree

mitigated by the new circumstances in which we were placed. The leader

of fashion, for the winter, was nearly related to the De Burgh family,

and she had perhaps a stronger connection with me--she owed my father

12,000_l._ Thus she naturally became the chaperon, both to Lady Maria

and myself; and we often met in circles where a person of my rank is

usually considered as an intruder. Lady Maria, proud of an ancient

family, resented this intrusion, the more, perhaps, because I trespassed

upon rights, still dearer than the privileges of rank. I, too proud

myself to tolerate pride in another, lost no opportunity of retort; and

my ingenuity in discovering these occasions was probably heightened by

the necessity of improving them with due regard to the rules of

politeness. Our mutual acquaintance, accustomed to witness genteel

indications of hatred, soon learnt to please, by gentle sarcasms against

an absent rival; and we were never without some good-natured friend, who

could hint to each whatever debt she owed to the malice of the other. I

know not how Lady Maria might feel; but I was alternately pleased with

these sacrifices to my malevolence, and mortified by perceiving, that it

was visible to every common observer. I attempted to conceal what I was

ashamed to avow; but the arrogance and irascibility, still more than the

natural openness of my temper, unfitted me for caution; and between the

fear of exposing my rancour, and my eagerness to give it vent,--between

my quick sensibility to civil scorn, and my impatience to repay it in

kind,--I endured more pain than it would have cost me to banish from my

breast every vindictive thought.

How does one disorderly passion place us at the mercy of every creature

who will use it as a tool to serve his purpose! Even my maid endeavoured

to make her peace after the destruction of a favourite cap, by telling

me that she had quitted Lady Maria's service for mine, because she had

no pleasure in dressing her last lady, who, she said, 'was little bigger

than a doll, and not much wiser.' Miss Arnold, who, in spite of her

obsequious endeavours to please, had one day the misfortune to offend

her capricious patroness, was restored to immediate favour, by

informing me, that 'the whole town believed Lady Maria's pretended cold

to be nothing but a fit of vexation, because her father had permitted

Lord Frederick to pay his addresses to me.'

In spite of the belief of the 'whole town,' however, Lord Frederick was

still nothing more than a dangler; nor had I the slightest desire to

attract his more particular regards. I was even afraid that he should,

by a serious proposal, oblige me to dispense with his future attentions,

and thereby deprive me of the amusement of witnessing the frowns, and

tosses, and fidgetings, with which Lady Maria watched a flirtation

always redoubled when she was near.

This amusement, indeed, was obtained at the expense of incurring some

animadversion. My competitors for fashion, and of course for the notice

of fashionable men, revenged themselves for my superior success by

sarcastic comments upon my supposed conquest; each obliquely

insinuating, that she might have transferred it to herself, if she could

have descended to such means as I employed. These innuendos, however,

were softened ere they reached my ear, into gentle raillery,--friendly

questions, as to the time when I was to bless Lord Frederick with my

hand,--and tender-hearted expostulations on the cruelty of delay. Miss

G---- would speak to me in the most compassionate terms, of the envy

which my conquest excited in her poor friend Miss L----; and Miss L----,

in her turn, would implore me to marry Lord Frederick, were it only to

put poor Miss G---- out of suspense. That which should have alarmed my

caution, only flattered my vanity. Instead of discountenancing the

attacks of my acquaintance by calm and steady opposition, I invited them

by feeble defence; or at best, parried them with a playfulness which

authorised their repetition.

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