CHAPTER XVII.

Dr. Riccabocca had secured Lenny Fairfield, and might therefore be

considered to have ridden his hobby in the great whirligig with

adroitness and success. But Miss Jemima was still driving round in her

car, bundling the reins, and flourishing the whip, without apparently

having got an inch nearer to the flying form of Dr. Riccabocca.

Indeed, that excellent and only too susceptible spinster, with all her

experience of the villany of man, had never conceived the wretch to be

so thoroughly beyond the reach of redemption as when Dr. Riccabocca took

his leave, and once more interred himself amidst the solitudes of the

Casino, without having made any formal renunciation of his criminal

celibacy. For some days she shut herself up in her own chamber, and

brooded with more than her usual gloomy satisfaction on the certainty of

the approaching crash. Indeed, many signs of that universal calamity

which, while the visit of Riccabocca lasted, she had permitted herself

to consider ambiguous, now became luminously apparent. Even the

newspaper, which during that credulous and happy period had given half a

column to births and marriages, now bore an ominously long catalogue of

deaths; so that it seemed as if the whole population had lost heart, and

had no chance of repairing its daily losses. The leading articles spoke,

with the obscurity of a Pythian, of an impending CRISIS. Monstrous

turnips sprouted out from the paragraphs devoted to general news. Cows

bore calves with two heads, whales were stranded in the Humber, showers

of frogs descended in the High-street of Cheltenham.

All these symptoms of the world's decrepitude and consummation, which by

the side of the fascinating Riccabocca might admit of some doubt is to

their origin and cause, now, conjoined with the worst of all, viz.--the

frightfully progressive wickedness of man--left to Miss Jemima no ray of

hope save that afforded by the reflection that she could contemplate the

wreck of matter without a single sentiment of regret.

Mrs. Dale, however, by no means shared the despondency of her fair

friend, and, having gained access to Miss Jemima's chamber, succeeded,

though not without difficulty, in her kindly attempts to cheer the

drooping spirits of that female philanthropist. Nor, in her benevolent

desire to speed the car of Miss Jemima to its hymenial goal, was Mrs.

Dale so cruel towards her male friend, Dr. Riccabocca, as she seemed to

her husband. For Mrs. Dale was a woman of shrewdness and penetration, as

most quick-tempered women are; and she knew that Miss Jemima was one of

those excellent young ladies who are likely to value a husband in

proportion to the difficulty of obtaining him. In fact, my readers of

both sexes must often have met, in the course of their experience, with

that peculiar sort of feminine disposition, which requires the warmth of

the conjugal hearth to develop all its native good qualities; nor is it

to be blamed over-much if, innocently aware of this tendency in its

nature, it turns towards what is best fitted for its growth and

improvement, by laws akin to those which make the sun-flower turn to the

sun or the willow to the stream. Ladies of this disposition, permanently

thwarted in their affectionate bias, gradually languish away into

intellectual inanition, or sprout out into those abnormal eccentricities

which are classed under the general name of "oddity" or "character."

But, once admitted to their proper soil, it is astonishing what

healthful improvement takes place--how the poor heart, before starved

and stinted of nourishment, throws out its suckers, and bursts into

bloom and fruit. And thus many a belle from whom the beaux have stood

aloof, only because the puppies think she could be had for the asking,

they see afterwards settled down into true wife and fond mother, with

amaze at their former disparagement, and a sigh at their blind hardness

of heart.

In all probability, Mrs. Dale took this view of the subject; and

certainly, in addition to all the hitherto dormant virtues which would

be awakened in Miss Jemima when fairly Mrs. Riccabocca, she counted

somewhat upon the mere worldly advantage which such a match would bestow

upon the exile. So respectable a connection with one of the oldest,

wealthiest and most popular families in the shire, would in itself give

him a position not to be despised by a poor stranger in the land; and

though the interest of Miss Jemima's dowry might not be much, regarded

in the light of English pounds, (not Milanese _lire_,) still it would

suffice to prevent that gradual process of dematerialization which the

lengthened diet upon minnows and sticklebacks had already made apparent

in the fine and slow-evanishing form of the philosopher.

Like all persons convinced of the expediency of a thing, Mrs. Dale saw

nothing wanting but opportunities to insure success. And that these

might be forthcoming, she not only renewed with greater frequency, and

more urgent instance than ever, her friendly invitations to Riccabocca

to drink tea and spend the evening, but she artfully so chafed the

Squire on his sore point of hospitality, that the doctor received weekly

a pressing solicitation to dine and sleep at the Hall.

At first the Italian pished and grunted, and said _Cospetto_, and _Per

Bacco_, and _Diavola_, and tried to creep out of so much proffered

courtesy. But, like all single gentlemen, he was a little under the

tyrannical influence of his faithful servant; and Jackeymo, though he

could bear starving as well as his master when necessary, still, when he

had the option, preferred roast beef and plum-pudding. Moreover, that

vain and incautious confidence of Riccabocca, touching the vast sum at

his command, and with no heavier drawback than that of so amiable a lady

as Miss Jemima--who had already shown him (Jackeymo) many little

delicate attentions--had greatly whetted the cupidity which was in the

servant's Italian nature? a cupidity the more keen because, long

debarred its legitimate exercise on his own mercenary interests, he

carried it all to the account of his master's!

Thus tempted by his enemy, and betrayed by his servant, the unfortunate

Riccabocca fell, though with eyes not unblinded, into the hospitable

snares extended for the destruction of his--celibacy! He went often to

the parsonage, often to the Hall, and by degrees the sweets of the

social domestic life, long denied him, began to exercise their

enervating charm upon the stoicism of our poor exile. Frank had now

returned to Eton. An unexpected invitation had carried off Captain

Higginbotham to pass a few weeks at Bath, with a distant relation, who

had lately returned from India, and who, as rich as Croesus, felt so

estranged and solitary in his native isle, that, when the Captain

"claimed kindred there," to his own amaze "he had his claims allowed;"

while a very protracted sitting of Parliament still delayed in London

the Squire's habitual visitors in the later summer; so that--a chasm

thus made in his society--Mr. Hazeldean welcomed with no hollow

cordiality the diversion or distraction he found in the foreigner's

companionship. Thus, with pleasure to all parties, and strong hopes to

the two female conspirators, the intimacy between the Casino and Hall

rapidly thickened; but still not a word resembling a distinct proposal

did Dr. Riccabocca breathe. And still, if such an idea obtruded itself

on his mind, it was chased therefrom with so determined a _Diavolo_,

that perhaps, if not the end of the world, at least the end of Miss

Jemima's tenure in it, might have approached, and seen her still Miss

Jemima, but for a certain letter with a foreign postmark that reached

the doctor one Tuesday morning.

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