When Iola and her fair cousin were gone, Lord Fulmer gazed for a
moment from the window, with a thoughtful and absent look; and then,
descending the steps, walked once or twice up and down the hall. At
length, turning to Sir Edward Hungerford, he exclaimed:
"She is beautiful, indeed! Is she not, Hungerford?"
"Yes, exceedingly," replied the young knight; "although, methinks, the
upper lip might be a trifle longer; but you would think her fairer
still if you beheld her as I first saw her, with a colour in her
cheek, like that of the morning sky. Now, I know not why, she is as
pale as one of those marble statues which we see at Rome."
"Emotion!" said Fulmer, thoughtfully. "Perhaps it was wrong to take
her thus, by surprise. Come, Hungerford, let us give these orders with
which I am charged;" and, advancing to the door, he called for the
attendants.
The orders were not so difficult to give as to execute; for they
implied immediate preparation for the accommodation of at least twenty
honoured guests besides the usual inhabitants of the castle, together
with all their attendants, and for a splendid repast, to be ready for
supper at the unusually late hour of nine. Special directions were
added, to prepare one of the numerous detached buildings, which were
frequently to be found within the walls of the fortified houses of
those days, for the reception of the Lord Chartley and his train; and
a portion of the immense range of stabling, which lay, strange to say,
immediately at the back of the chapel, was to be set apart exclusively
for his horses. Sir Edward Hungerford listened in polite silence, till
Fulmer had delivered himself of his commission to the chief officer of
Lord Calverly's household; but he could not suffer the good man to
depart, without putting in a word or two, as advice to the master
cook, concerning the dressing of cygnets, and the absolute necessity
of immediately seeking a young heron of last year, or at least a
bittern, as heron poults were not to be obtained.
"Porpoises are hopeless," he said, "at this distance from the sea, and
squirrels in the spring are lean and poor; but, I have known a large
luce, quaintly stewed with lard, supply the place of the one, while a
coney may do well instead of the other; only I fear me it is somewhat
late in the year."
The major domo bowed reverently at this discourse; and, as soon as he
was gone, Fulmer exclaimed: "Come, Hungerford, let us walk upon the
battlements, this sunshiny afternoon. Perchance these two fair girls
may come down to breathe the air."
"Stay," replied Sir Edward Hungerford. "I will go and put on my green
and sable surcoat; if they see it, it may attract them."
"Pshaw!" cried Fulmer. "Do you think they are bulls, which, men say,
will run after a piece of cloth of a particular colour?"
"Nay!" replied Hungerford, with perhaps a little spice of malice; "but
this surcoat of mine is, point for point, the very model of
Chartley's."
"What has Chartley to do with the matter?" demanded Fulmer, turning
full upon him, with some surprise.
"It shall be on in a moment," replied Sir Edward, without answering
his question. "I hate this orange tawny colour, though it be now worn
by every one. It does not at all suit my complexion. 'Tis a sort of
jealousy colour. I will no more on't;" and away he went.
Lord Fulmer paced up and down the hall. "Her greeting was mighty
cold," he thought. "Well, perhaps 'twas natural; and yet 'twas less
troubled than chilly. She seemed firm enough, but yet as icy as the
grave. What can this man mean about Chartley? Nothing, nothing. He has
no meaning in him. I wish her greeting had been somewhat warmer--and
in his presence too. He smiled, when he talked of Chartley."
He had not time for any long meditations, for he was very soon
rejoined by his friend, habited in the most extravagant extreme of the
mode, with the sleeves of his surcoat actually trailing on the ground
when not fixed back to his shoulders by small loops of gold cord, and
ruby buttons. The two gentlemen then found their way to the
battlements, and walked round nearly their whole extent; Hungerford
looking up, from time to time, at the principal masses of the
building, in the hopes of ascertaining, by seeing some sweet face at a
window, in what part of the castle Constance and her cousin were
lodged. He said no more upon the subject of Iola and Chartley; and
Fulmer did not choose to inquire further, though, to say the truth,
the mere casual words he had heard, implying in reality little or
nothing, rested on his mind more than he wished. Wrapped up in the
thoughts of his own glittering person, Sir Edward Hungerford walked on
by his friend's side in silence, and might perhaps have said nothing
more for the next half hour, if Fulmer had not begun the conversation
himself. Of course, it was begun from a point quite different from
that at which he proposed to arrive.
"This castle is pleasantly situated," he observed, "and commands all
the country round."
"Good faith, I like your own better," answered Sir Edward Hungerford.
"Sheltered as it is, by woods and higher hills than that on which it
stands, you have no dread of north winds there. Here, let it blow from
east, west, north or south, you meet with every gust of heaven that is
going; and, unless a man's skin be as tough as a horse's hide, he will
ruin his complexion in a fortnight."
"I like it better," said Fulmer. "I love to have a free sight round
me, to look afar, and see what comes on every side, to catch the rays
of the sun in their warmth, ay, and sometimes to give the sharp wind
buffet for buffet. Were both mine, I should choose this for my
residence."
"Well, it will soon be yours," answered Sir Edward Hungerford; "for,
I suppose your marriage is to take place speedily, and this old lord
cannot live long. He is worn out with wisdom. You can then inhabit
which you like. Every man has his tastes, Fulmer. Some, as you know,
delight in orange tawny. I abominate the hue. You dislike your own
place, and prefer Chidlow; I the reverse. You, doubtless, judge Iola
the most beautiful. I admire little Constance, with her thoughtful
brow."
"Because you have no more thought yourself than would lie in the hem
of a silk jerkin," replied Fulmer. "Yet, methinks she were too grave
for you."
"Nay! She can be merry enough when she is with those who please her,"
replied Hungerford, with a self-satisfied nod of his head. "That
pretty little mouth can dimple with smiles, I assure you."
"Why, how know you all this, Hungerford?" asked Fulmer, in as light a
tone as he could assume. "You seem to be wondrous well acquainted with
these ladies' characters."
"Ay, ay," replied Sir Edward, with a mysterious and yet laughing look.
"Constance and I passed that self same evening side by side; and, in
one evening, a man may learn and teach a great deal."
"What evening?--What do you mean?" demanded Fulmer, sharply; but his
companion only laughed, replying:--
"Ha! ha! Now, I could make you jealous--but, hush! No more just now.
Some one is coming; and look, here is a party riding up--there, over
that hill, upon the Leicester road."
The person who approached along the battlements was Lord Calverly's
master of the household, come for some explanation from the young
lord, whom he knew right well; and, while he spoke with Fulmer, Sir
Edward Hungerford threw himself into a graceful attitude by one of the
embrasures, and fell into thought--ay, reader, even into thought; for
he was somewhat different in reality from that which he has hitherto
appeared to you. I have only depicted him in certain scenes, and
recorded his sayings and doings therein; and, if you judge other men,
in your actual commerce with the world, by such partial views, you
will make a great mistake--unless indeed you possess that instinct,
the gift of few, which enables some to pierce through all the various
veils with which men cover themselves, and see their real characters
at once in their nakedness. Notwithstanding all the trifling, and the
foppery, and the folly of Sir Edward Hungerford, there was no lack of
brain beneath that frivolous exterior. I do not mean to say that his
apparent tastes and pursuits were altogether assumed. He had a real
fondness for splendour and delicacy of dress, for refinements in
cookery, and softness and smoothness of demeanour. He was inordinately
vain too of his person; and these were certainly defects, ay, and
defects of intellect; for they showed a misappreciation of the worth
of things; but, if you set down every fop for a fool, you will commit
an egregious error. Every man has his weak point, they say, and
foppery is certainly a very great one; but there may be a many strong
points behind, and such was the case with this young knight. He was a
man of undoubted courage, notwithstanding all his care for his fine
person; by no means eager in quarrel, who could hear a jest, or a
taunt, or even a reproach, with great patience, provided it did not
become an insult; but then no one was more ready with his sword. The
man, in short, who wished to fight him, he was ever prepared to fight;
but he never showed any of that assassin-like love of mere fighting,
which has gained many a man, very unjustly, the reputation of great
courage. Not, however, to make him appear better than he really was, I
must say a few words more upon his character. Though he could think
deeply, and sometimes well, upon any subject placed before him, yet he
had no value whatever for the power of thought. His great fault was a
miscomprehension of what is precious and what is valueless in man; and
this affected his estimation of his own qualities as well as those of
others. Whether from a strange but not unusual philosophy, he thought
the trifles of every day life more important to man's happiness, from
their frequent occurrence, than the weighty things of the heart and
mind, or whether the mocking persiflage of the court in which he had
been brought up, had sunk, as it were, into his spirit, and made him
look upon all things equally as trifles, I cannot tell; but certainly
he would have prided himself more upon the cut of a doublet, which
would have secured a multitude of imitators, than upon the wisest
saying he could have uttered, or upon the profoundest reflections that
could have passed through his mind. But this philosophy, or whatever
it was, had its dangers and its evils. He looked upon morals with the
same distorted vision as upon all other matters; even laughed at
restraints which other men held sacred, and regarded every course of
conduct as perfectly indifferent, because all things were equally
empty and idle. To the punctilios of honour, as to the ceremonies of
religion, he submitted with a good grace, merely because it was not
worth while to contest them; and, if he did not injure a friend, or
betray a cause he had espoused, or violate his plighted word, it was
merely--I will not say by accident--by some slight impression received
in youth, which he would have scoffed at in his own mind, if any one
attempted to erect it into a principle. He seldom argued indeed, and
never combatted other men's opinions, because he thought it quite as
well that they should have them as not; and the only thing he thought
it worth while to reason upon for five minutes was the fashion of a
point, or a cloak, the design of a piece of embroidery, or the
composition of an essence. These matters indeed rose into some
importance with him; but the cause was, that he had talked himself
into a vanity upon the subject, and other men had given value to his
decisions by following them as law.
He thought then, while his companion was engaged in conversation; and
his mind rested naturally upon things which had just passed.
"How some men trouble themselves about vain fancies," he said to
himself. "Here is this good friend of mine would soon be in a flame of
jealousy, if he knew all; not considering how very foolish and unlike
a gentleman it is to be jealous at all. It is quite a gone-by mode, a
faded suit, since good King Edward's days, and is as bad as a pale
yellow doublet with a crimson cloak. Yet this man would wear it, and
make himself as ridiculous as a Turk, with fifty wives, and jealous of
them all. It would be amusing enough to see him, with all the
wonderful graces of such a condition, now writhing like a saltimbank,
yet grinning all the while to hide his pangs--then with a moody air
walking apart with crossed angry arms, and thundery brow, and now
affecting the gay and jocular, and dealing blows right and left, under
the colour of sportive playfulness, only waiting to cut some one's
throat, till he got the proof positive, which never comes. But I will
not do it. It is not worth the while. Trouble would grow out of it;
and nothing on earth is worth trouble but a dish of lampreys or a pair
of new-fashioned hosen.--They are coming on fast," he continued aloud,
looking from the walls. "On my life I believe it is the old pompous
lord coming at the full gallop as if he were following a falcon. Come,
Fulmer, come; let us down to the gates. Here is that most honourable
peer, Arnold Lord Calverly, with two or three score in company, riding
as fast as if King Richard were behind him. Pray Heaven the good
nobleman's horse stumble not, or what a squelch there will be."
Thus saying, he began to descend one of those little flights of steps,
which, in castles such as that of Chidlow, led from the battlements
into the courtyard. Fulmer followed with a quick step; but the words
of Sir Edward Hungerford had already planted doubts and apprehensions,
which were not easily to be removed.