afb E. H. PIERCE,, OLD BOOK SHOP, THE STRANGE ADVENTURES OF A PHAETON THE STRANGE ADVENTURls OF A PHAETON BY WILLIAM BLACK NEW AND REVISED EDITION NEW YORK: HARPER AND BROTHERS 1892 LONDON PRINTED BY WILLIAM CLOWKS AND SONS, LIMTTKI STAMFORD STREET AND CHAEIVG OSOSS. CONTENTS. CHAP. 1'AGE I. OUR BELL. ....... 1 II. A LUNCHEON IN HOLBORN ...... 8 III. " PRINZ EUGEN, DER EDLE RITTER " . . .21 IV. ARTHUR VANISHES ...... 32 V. QUEEN TITANIA AFLOAT . . . ... .46 VI. A GIFT OF TONGUES 60 VII. ATRA CURA 80 VIII. NEAR WOODSTOCK TOWN 98 IX. A MOONLIGHT NIGHT 109 X. THE AVENGER 123 XI. SOME WORCESTER SAUCE 133 XII. THE KIVALS 144 XIII. SAVED! 159 XIV. A SHREWSBURY PLAY 172 XV. LA PATRIE EN DANGER 185 XVI. OUR UHLAN OUT-MANOEUVRED .... 195 XVII. IN THE FAIRY GLEN 209 XVIIL THE COLLAPSE 218 XIX. THE WHITE OWLS OF GARSTANG . . . . 231 XX. CHLOE'S GARLAND ...... 249 XXI. ALL ABOUT WINDERMERE ..... 263 XXII. ON CAVIARE AND OTHER MATTERS . . . 275 XXIII. A NIGHT ON GRASMERE . . . . . 286 XXIV. ARTHUR'S SONG 296 XXV. ARMAGEDDON 306 XXVI. THE LAST OF GRASMERE 318 XXVII. ALONG THE GRETA 330 XXVIII." ADE!" 339 XXIX. OVER THE BORDER 346 XXX. TWEED SIDE 358 XXXI. OUR EPILOGUE . , 3G9 264012 THE STEANGE ADVENTUEES OF A PHAETON. CHAPTER I. OUR BELL. "Oh, the oak, an! the ash, and the bonny ivy-tree, They grow so green in the North Countrea ! " IT was all settled one evening in the deep winter time. Outside, a sharp east wind was whistling round the solitudes of Box Hill ; the Mole, at the foot of our garden, as it stole stealthily through the darkness, crackled the flakes of ice that lay along its level banks ; and away on Mickleham Downs >and on the further uplands towards the sea the cold stars were shining down on a thin coating of snow. Indoors there was another story to tell ; for the mistress of the house Queen Titania, as we call her a small person, with a calm, handsome, pale face, an abundance of black hair, big eyes that are occasionally somewhat critical in look, and a certain magnificence of manner which makes you fancy her rather a tall and stately woman has a trick of so filling her drawing-room with dexterous traceries of grass and ferns, with plentiful flowers of her own rearing, and with a crowded glare of light, that, amid the general warmth, the glow, and perfume, and variety of brilliant colours, you would almost forget that the winter is chill and desolate and dark. Then Bell, our guest and companion for many a year, lends herself to the deception ; for the wilful young person, though there were a dozen inches of snoAV on the meadows, would come down to dinner in a dress of blue, with touches B 2 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES of white gossamer and fur about the tight wrists and neck with a \vhit3 ioye and a bunch of forget-me-nots, as blue as her eyes, twisted into the soft masses of her light-brown hair, and with a certain gay and careless demeanour, meant to let us know that she, having been born and bred in the North Country, has a fine contempt for the mild rigours of our southern winter. But on this particular evening, Bell our Bell, our Bonny Bell, our Lady Bell, as she is variously called when she provokes people into giving her pet names had been sitting for a long time with an open book on her knee ; and as this volume was all about the English lakes, and gave pictures of them, and placed here and there little tail-pieces of ferns and blossoms, she may have been driven to contrast the visions thus conjured up with the realities suggested by the fierce gusts of wind that were blowing coldly through the box-trees outside. All at once she placed the volume gently on the white hearth-rug, and said, with a strange wistfulness shining in the deeps of her blue eyes, " Tita, cannot you make us talk about the summer, and drown the noise of that dreadful wind ? Why don't we conspire to cheat the winter and make believe it is summer again ? Doesn't it seem to be years and years ago since we had the long light evenings ; the walks between the hedge- rows ; the waiting for the moon, up on the crest of the hill ; and then the quiet stroll downward into the valley and home again, with the wild roses, and the meadow-sweet, and the evening campions filling the warm night air ? Come, let us sit close together, and make it summer ! See, Tita I it is a brilliant morning you can nearly catch a glimpse of the Downs above Brighton and we are going to shut up the house, and go away anywhere for a whole month. Bound comes that dear old mail-phaeton, and my pair of bonny bays are whinnying for a bit of sugar. Papa is sulky " " As usual," remarks my Lady, without lifting her eyes from the carpet. " for though the imperial has been slung on, there is scarcely enough room for the heaps of our luggage ; and, like every man, he has a deadly hatred of bonnet-boxes. Then you take your seat, my dear, looking like a small empress in a grey travelling dress ; and Papa after pre- OF A PHAETON. 3 tending to have inspected all the harness takes the reins ; I pop in behind, for the hood, when it is turned down, makes such a pleasant cushion for your arms, and you can stick your sketch-book into it, and a row of apples and any- thing else ; and Sandy touches his forelock, and Kate bobs a curtsy ; and away and away we go ! How sweet and fresh the air is, Tita ! and don't you smell the honeysuckle in the hedge ? Why, here we are at Dorking ! Papa pulls up to grumble about the last beer that was sent ; and then Casfcor and Pollux toss up their heads again, and on we drive to Guildford, and to Beading, and to Oxford. And all through England we go, using sometimes the old coaching- roads, and sometimes the by-roads, stopping at the curious little inns, and chatting to the old country folks, and singing ballads of an evening as we sit upon the hill-sides, and watch the partridges dusting themselves below us in the road ; and then on and on again. Is not that the sea, Tita ? look at the long stretch of Morecambe Bay, and the yellow sands, and the steamers on the horizon ! But all at once we dive into the hilis again ; and we come to the old familiar places by Applethwaite and Ambleside ; and then some evening some evening, Tita we come in sight of Grasmere, and then and then " " Why, Bell ! what is the matter with you ? " cries the other, and the next minute her arms are round the light- brown head, crushing its white rose and its blue forget-me- nots. " If you two young creatures," it is remarked, " would seriously settle where we are to go next summer, you would be better employed than in rubbing your heads together like a couple of baby calves." " Settle ! " says Queen Tita, with a smile of gentle imper- tinence on her face ; " we know who is allowed to settle things in this house. If we were to settle anything, some wonderful discovery would be made about the horses' feet ; or the wheels of that valuable phaeton which was made, I should fancy, about the time the owner of it was born " " The wife who mocks at her husband's grey hairs," I remark calmly, " knowing the share she has had in producing them " Here our Bonny Bell interfered, and a truce was con- B 2 4 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES eluded. The armistice was devoted to consideration of Bell's project, which at length it was resolved to adopt. Why, after going year after year round the southern counties in that big, old-fashioned phaeton which had become as a house to us, should we not strike fairly northward ? These circles round the south would resemble the swinging of a stone in the sling before it is projected ; and, once we were started on this straight path, who could tell how far we might not go ? " Then," said I for our thoughts at this time were often directed to the great masses of men who were marching through the wet valleys of France, or keeping guard amid cold and fog in the trenches around Paris " suppose that by July next the war may be over Count von Rosen says he means to pay us a visit, and have a look at England. Why should not he join our party, and become a companion for Bell ? " I had inadvertently probed a hornets' nest. The women of our household were at that time bitter against the Germans ; and but half an hour before Bell herself had been eloquently denouncing the doings of the Prussians. Had they not in secrecy been preparing to steal back Alsace and Lorraine ; had they not taken advantage of the time when the good and gentle France was averse from war to provoke a quarrel ; had not the King openly insulted the French Ambassador in the promenade at Ems ; and had not their hordes of men swarmed into the quiet villages, slaying and destroying, robbing the poor and aged, and winning battles by mere force of numbers ? Besides, the suggestion that this young lieutenant of cavalry might be a companion for Bell appeared to be an intentional injury done to a certain amiable young gentleman, of no particular prospects, living in the Temple ; and so Bell forthwith declared her dislike not only of the German officers, but of all officers whatsoever. " And as for Count von Rosen," she said, " I can re- member him at Bonn only as a very rude and greedy boy, who showed a great row of white teeth when he laughed, and made bad jokes about my mistakes in German. And now I dare say he is a tall fellow, with a stiff neck, a brown face, perhaps a beard, a clanking sword, and the air of a OF A PHAETON. 5 Bobadil, as he stalks into an inn and calls out, ' Kellnare ! eene Pulle Sect ! und sag en Sie mat, ivas hat en Siefur Zeit- ungen die Alljemeene ? ' ' I ventured to point out to Bell that she might alter her opinion when von Rosen actually came over with all the glamour of a hero about him ; and that, indeed, she could not do better than marry him. Bell opened her eyes. " Marry him, because he is a hero ! No ! I would not marry a hero, after he had become a hero. It would be something to marry a man who was afterwards to become great, and be with him all the time of his poverty and his struggles. That would be worth something to comfort him when he was in despair, to be kind to him when he was suffering ; and" then, when it was all over, and he had got his head above these troubles, he would say to you, ' Oh, Kate, or Nell,' as your name might be, ' how good you were during the old time when we were poor and friendless ! ' But when he has become a hero, he thinks he will overawe you with the shadow of his great reputation. He thinks he has only to come, and hold out the tips of his fingers, and say, * I am a great person. Everybody worships me. I will allow you to share my brilliant fortune, and you will dutifully kiss me.' Merci, monsieur ! but if any man were to come to me like that, I would answer him as Canning's knife-grinder was answered ' I give you kisses ? I will see you ' " " Bell ! " cried my Lady, peremptorily. Bell stopped, and then blushed, and dropped her eyes. " What is one to do," she asked, meekly, " when a quota- tion comes in ? " " You used toj>e a good girl," remarked Queen Tita, in her severest manner, " but you are becoming worse and worse every day. I hear you sing the refrains of horrid street songs. Your love of sitting up at night is dreadful. The very maid-servants are shocked by your wilful provin- cialisms. And you treat me, for whom you ought to show some respect, with a levity and familiarity without example. I will send a report of your behaviour to And here the look of mischief in Bell's eyes which had been deepening just as you may see the pupil of a cat 6 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES widening before she makes a spring suddenly gave way to a glance of urgent and meek entreaty, which was recognised in the proper quarter. Tita named no names ; and the storm blew over. For the present, therefore, the project of adding this young Uhlan to our party was dropped ; but the idea of our northward trip remained, and gradually assumed definite consistency. Indeed, as it developed itself during those long winter evenings, it came to be a thing to dream about. But all the same I could see that Tita sometimes returned to the notion of providing a companion for Bell ; and, whatever may have been her dislike of the Germans in general, Lieutenant von Rosen was not forgotten. At odd times, when "In her hazel eyes her thoughts lay clear As pebbles in a brook," it seemed to me that she was busy with those forecasts which are dear to the hearts of women. One night we three were sitting as quietly as usual, talking about something else, when she suddenly remarked " I suppose that Count von Eosen is as poor as Prussian lieutenants generally are ? " " On the contrary," said I, " he enjoys a very handsome FamiUen-Stiftung , or family bequest, which gives him a certain sum of money every six months, on condition that during that time he has either travelled so much or gone through such and such a course of study. I wish the legacies left in our country had sometimes those provisions attached." " He has some money, then," said my Lady, thoughtfully. " My dear," said I, " you seem to be very anxious about the future, like the man whose letter I read to you yester- day.* Have you any further questions to ask ? " * This is the letter : " To the Editor of the Hampshire Ass. " SIR, If the Republicans who are endeavouring to introduce a .Republic into this great country should accomplish their disgusting purpose, do you think they will repudiate the National Debt, and pay no more interest on the Consols ? " I am, Sir, " Your obedient Servant, " BOGMEOE, Jan. 18, 1871." " A LOVER OF MANKIND. OF A PHAETON. 7 " I suppose he cares for nothing but eating and drinking and smoking, like other officers ? He has not been troubled by any very great sentimental crisis ? " " On the contrary," I repeated, " he wrote me a despairing letter, some fortnight before the war broke out, about that same Fraulein Fallersleben whom we saw acting in the theatre at Hanover. She had treated him very badly she had " " Oh, that is all nothing," said Tita hastily and here she glanced rather nervously at Bell. Bell, for her part, was unconcernedly fitting a pink collar on a white cat, and talking to that pretty but unresponsive animal. " He left her," I remarked again, " in paroxysms of anger and mutual reproach. He accused her of having " "Well, well, that will do," says Queen Titania, in her coldest manner ; and then, of course, everybody obeys the small woman. That was the last that was heard of von Rosen for many a day ; and it was not until some time after the war was over that he favoured us with a communication. He was still in France. He hoped to get over to England at the end of July ; and as that was the time we had fixed for our journey from London to Edinburgh, along the old coach-roads, he became insensibly mixed up with the project, until it was finally resolved to ask him to join the party. " I know you mean to marry those two," I said to the person who rules over us all. " How absurd you are," she replied, with a vast assump- tion of dignity. "Bell is as good as engaged even if there were any fear of a handsome young Englishwoman falling in love with a Prussian lieutenant who is in despair about an actress." " You had better take a wedding-ring with you." " A wedding-ring ! " said Tita, with a little curl of her lips. " You fancy that a girl thinks of nothing but that. Every wedding-ring that is worn represents a man's imper- tinence and a woman's folly." "Ask Bell," said I. THE STRANGE ADVENTURES CHAPTER II. A LUNCHEON IN HOLBORN. "From the bleak coast that hears The German Ocean roar, deep-blooming, strong, And yellow-haired, the blue-eyed Snxou came." No more fitting point of departure could have been chosen than the Old Bell Inn in Holborn, an ancient hostelry which used in bygone times to send its relays of stage-coaches to Oxford, Cheltenham, Enfield, Abingdon, and a score of other places. Now, from the quaint little yard, which is surrounded by frail and dilapidated galleries of wood that tell of the grandeur of other days, there starts but a solitary omnibus, which daily whisks a few country people and their parcels down to Uxbridge, and Chalfont, and Amersham, and "Wendover. The vehicle which Mr. Thoroughgood has driven for many a year is no magnificent blue and scarlet drag, with teams costing six hundred guineas apiece, with silver harness, a post-boy blowing a silver horn, and a lord handling the reins ; but a rough and serviceable little coach which is worked for profit, and which is of vast convenience to the folks living in quiet Buckingham- shire villages apart from railways. From this old-fashioned inn, now that the summer had come round, and our long- looked-for journey to the North had come near, we had resolved to start ; and Bell having gravely pointed out the danger of letting our young Uhlan leave London hungry lest habit should lead him to seize something by the way, and so get us into trouble it was further proposed that we should celebrate our setting-out with a luncheon of good roast beef and ale, in the snug little parlour which abuts on the yard. " And I hope," said Queen Titania, as we escaped from the roar of Holborn into the archway of the inn, " that the stupid fellow has got himself decently dressed. Other- wise, we shall be mobbed." The fact was that Count von Rosen, not being aware that English officers rarely appear in uniform when off duty, had come straight from St. Denis to Calais, and from Calais to OF A PHAETON. 9 London, and from London to Leatherhead, without ever dreaming that he ought not to go about in his regimentals. He drew no distinction between Herr Graf von Eosen and Seiner Majestat Lieutenant im ten Uhlanen-Eegimente ; although he told us that when he issued from his hotel at Charing Cross to get into a cab, he was surprised to see a small crowd collect around the hansom, and no less surprised to observe the absence of military costume in the streets. Of course, the appearance of an Uhlan in the quiet village of Leatherhead caused a profound commotion ; and had not Castor and Pollux been able to distance the crowd of little boys who flocked around him at the station, it is probable he would have arrived at our house attended by that concourse of admirers. You should have seen the courteous and yet half-defiant way in which the women received him, as if they were resolved not to be overawed by the tall, browned, big- bearded man ; and how, in about twenty minutes, they had insensibly got quite familiar with him, apparently won over by his careless laughter, by the honest stare of his light-blue eyes, and by a very boyish blush that sometimes overspread his handsome face when he stammered over an idiom, or was asked some question about his own exploits. Bell remained the most distant ; but I could see that our future companion had produced a good impression on my Lady ; for she began to take the management of him, and to give him counsel in a minute and practical manner, which is a sure mark of her favour. She told him he must put aside his uniform while in England. She described to him the ordinary costume worn by English gentlemen in travelling. And then she hoped he would take a preparation of quinine with him, considering that we should have to stay in a succession of strange inns, and might be exposed to damp. He went up to London that night, armed with a list of articles which he was to buy for himself before starting with us. There was a long pause when we three found ourselves together again. At length Bell said, with rather an im- patient air " He is only a schoolboy, after all. Why should he continue to call you Madame, and me Mademoiselle, just as he did io THE STRANGE ADVENTURES when lie knew us first at Bonn, and gave us these names as a joke ? Then he has the same irritating habit of laughing that he used to have there. I hate a man who has his mouth always open like a swallow in the air, trying to catch any- thing that may come. And he is worse, I think, when he closes his lips and tries to give himself an intellectual look, like like " " Like what, Bell ? " " Like a calf posing itself, and trying to look like a red deer," said Bell with a sort of contemptuous warmth. " I wish, Bell," said my Lady, coldly and severely, " that you would give up those rude metaphors. You talk just as you did when you came fresh from Westmoreland you have learnt nothing." Bell's only answer was to walk, with rather a proud air, to the piano, and there she sat down and played a few bars. She would not speak ; but the familiar old air spoke for her ; for it said, as plain as words could say " A North Country maid up to London had strayed, Although with her nature it did not agree ; She wept, and she sighed, and she bitterly cried, * I wish once again in the North I could be ! '" " I think," continued Tita, in measured tones, " that he is a very agreeable and trustworthy young man not very polished, perhaps ; but then he is a German. I look forward with great interest to see in what light our English country life will strike him ; and I hope, Bell, that he will not have to complain of the want of courtesy shown him by Englishwomen." This was getting serious ; so, being to some small and undefined extent master in my own house, I commanded Bell to sing the song she was petulantly strumming. That " fetched " Tita. Whenever Bell began to sing one of those old English ballads, which she did for the most part from morning till night, there was a strange and tremulous thrill in her voice that would have disarmed her bitterest enemy ; and straightway my Lady would be seen to draw over to the girl, and put her arm round her shoulder, and then reward her, when the last chord of the accompaniment had been struck, with a grateful kiss. In the present instance, the OF A PHAETON. 11 charm worked as usual ; but no sooner had these two young- people been reconciled than they turned on their common benefactor. Indeed, an observant stranger might have remarked in this household, that when anything remotely bearing on a quarrel was made up between any two of its members, the third, the peacemaker, was expected to pro- pose a dinner at Greenwich. The custom would have been more becoming had the cost been equally distributed ; but there were three losers to one payer. Well, when we got into the yard of the Old Bell, the Buckinghamshire omnibus was being loaded ; and among the first objects we saw was the stalwart figure of von Rosen, who was talking to Mr. Thoroughgood as if he had known him all his life, and examining with a curious and critical eye the construction and accommodation of the venerable old vehicle. We saw with some satisfaction that he was now dressed in a suit of grey garments, with a wide-awake hat ; and, indeed, there was little to distinguish him from an Englishman but the curious blending of colour from the tawny yellow of his moustache to the deep brown of his cropped beard which is seldom absent from the hirsute decoration of a Prussian face. He came forward with a grave and ceremonious politeness to Queen Titania, who received him in her dignified, quaint, maternal fashion ; and he shook hands with Bell with an obviously unconscious air of indifference. Then, not notic- ing her silence, he talked to her, after we had gone inside, of the old-fashioned air of homeliness and comfort noticeable in the inn, of the ancient portraits, and the quaint fireplace, and the small busts placed about. Bell seemed rather vexed that he should address himself to her, and uttered scarcely a word in reply. But when our plain and homely meal was served, this restraint gradually wore av\'ay ; and in the talk over our coming adventures, Bell abandoned herself to all sorts of wild anticipations. She forgot the presence of the German lieutenant. Her eyes were fixed on the North Country ; and on summer nights up amid the Westmoreland hills ; and on bright mornings up by the side of the Scotch lochs ; and while the young soldier looked gravely at her, and even seemed a trifle surprised, she told us of all the dreams and 12 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES visions she had had of the journey, for weeks and months back, and how the pictures of it had been with her night and day until she was almost afraid the reality would not bear them out. Then she described as if she were gifted with second sight the various occupations we should have to follow during the pleasant afternoons in the North ; how she had brought her guitar that Queen Titania might sing Spanish songs to it ; how we should listen to the corn-crake ; and how she would make studies of all the favourite places we came to ; and perhaps might even construct a picture of our phaeton and Castor and Pollux with a background of half-a-dozen counties for some exhibition ; and how, some day in the far future, when the memory of our long excursion had grown dim, Tita would walk into a room in Pall Mall, and there, with the landscape before her, would turn round with wonder in her eyes, as if it were a re- velation. " Because," said Bell, turning seriously to the young Uhlan, and addressing him as though she had talked familiarly to him for years, "you mustn't suppose that our Tita is anything but a hypocrite. All her coldness and affectation of grandeur are only a pretence ; and sometimes, if you watch her eyes and she is not looking at you you will see something come up to the surface of them as if it were her real heart and soul there, looking out in wonder and soft- ness at some beautiful thing just like a dabchick, you know, when you are watching among bushes by a river, and are quite still ; and then, if you make the least remark, if you rustle your dress, snap ! down goes the dabchick, and you s.ee nothing, and my Lady turns to you quite proudly and coldly though there may be tears in her eyes and dares you to think that she has shown any emotion." " That is, when she is listening to you singing ? " said the Lieutenant, gravely and politely ; and at this moment Bell seemed to become conscious that we were all amused by her vehemence, blushed prodigiously, and was barely civil to our Uhlan for half an hour after. Nevertheless, she had every reason to be in a good humour ; for we had resolved to limit our travels that day to Twickenham, where, in the evening, Tita was to see her two boys who were at school there. And as the OF A PHAETON. 13 young gentleman of the Temple, who has already been briefly mentioned in this narrative, is a son of the school- master with whom the boys were then living, and as he was to be of the farewell party assembled in Twickenham at night, Bell had no unpleasant prospect before her for that day at least. And of one thing she was probably by that time thoroughly assured ; no fires of jealousy were in danger of being kindled in any sensitive breast by the manner of Count von Rosen towards her. Of course he was very courteous and obliging to a pretty young woman ; but he talked almost exclusively to my Lady ; while, to state the plain truth, he seemed to pay more attention to his luncheon than to both of them together. Behold, then, our phaeton ready to start ! The pair of pretty bays are pawing the hard stones and pricking their ears at the unaccustomed sounds of Holborn ; Sandy is at their head, regarding them rather dolefully, as if he feared to let them slip from his care to undertake so long and perilous a journey ; Queen Titania has arranged that she shall sit behind, to show the young Prussian all the remark- able things on our route ; and Bell, as she gets up in front, begs to have the reins given her so soon as we get away from the crowded thoroughfares. There are still a few loiterers on the pavement who had assembled to see the Wendover omnibus leave ; and these regard with a languid sort of curiosity the setting-out of the party in the big dark- green phaeton. A little tossing of heads and prancing, a little adjustment of the reins, a final look round, and then we glide into the wild and roaring stream of vehicles that mighty current of rolling vans, and heavy waggons, and crowded Bayswater omnibuses, of dexterous hansoms and indolent four-wheelers, of brewers' drays and post-office carts and costermongers' barrows. Over the great thoroughfare, with its quaint and huddled houses and its innumerable shops, dwell soft and still masses of cloud that seem oddly dis- coloured. The sky, seen through a curious pall of mist and smoke, is only grey ; and the clouds are distant and dusky and yellow, like those of an old landscape that has lain for years in a broker's shop. Yet there is a faint glow of sun- light shining along the houses on the northern side of the 14 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES street ; and here and there the window of some lobster-shop or tavern glints back the light. As we get westward, the blue overhead becomes clearer ; and the character of the thoroughfare alters. Here we are at the street leading up to the British Museum a Mudie and a Moses on each hand and it would almost seem as if the Museum had sent out rays of influence to create around it a series of smaller collections. In place of the humble fishmonger and the familiar hosier, we have owners of large windows filled with curious treasures of art old-fashioned jewellery, china, knick-knacks of furniture, silver spoons and kettles, and stately portraits of the time of Charles II., in which the women have all beaded black eyes, yellow curls, and a false complexion, while the men are fat, pompous, and wigged. Westward still, and we approach the huge shops and warehouses of Oxford Street, where the last waves of fashionable life, seeking millinery, beat on the eastern barriers that shut out the rest of London. Regent Street is busy on this quiet afternoon ; and Bell asks in a whisper whether the countryman of Blticher, now sitting behind us, does not betray in his eyes what he thinks of this vast show of wealth. Listening for a moment, we hear that Queen Titania, instead of talking to him about the shops, is trying to tell him what London was in the last century ; and how Colonel Jack and his associates, before that enterprising youth started to walk from London to Edinburgh to avoid the law, used to waylay travellers in the fields between Gray's Inn and St. Pancras ; and how, having robbed a coach between Hyde Park G-ate and Knightsbridge, they "went over the fields to Chelsea." This display of erudition on the part of my Lady has evidently been prepared before- hand ; for she even goes the length of quoting dates and furnishing a few statistics a thing which no woman does inadvertently. However, when we get into Pall Mall, her ignorance of the names of the clubs reveals the superficial nature of her acquirements ; for even Bell is able to recog- nize the Reform, assisted, doubtless, by the polished pillars of the Carlton. The women are, of course, eager to know which is the Prince of Wales's Club ; and afterwards look with quite a peculiar interest on the brick wall of Marl- borough House. " Now," says our Bonny Bell, as we get into the quiet OF A PHAETON. 15 of St. James's Park, where the trees in the Mall and the shrubbery around the water look quite pleasant and fresh even under the misty London sunlight ; " now you must let me have the reins. I am wearying to get away from the houses, and be really on the road to Scotland. Indeed, I shall not feel that we have actually set out until we leave Twickenham, and are fairly on the old coach-road at Hounslow." I looked at Bell. She did not blush ; but calmly waited to take the reins. I had then to point out to the young hypocrite that her wiles were of no avail. She was not anxious to be beyond Twickenham ; she was chiefly anxious to get down thither. Notwithstanding that she knew we had chosen a capricious and roundabout road to reach this first stage on our journey, merely to show von Eosen some- thing of London and its suburban beauties, she was looking with impatience to the long circuit by Clapham Common, Wimbledon, and Richmond Park. Therefore she was not in a condition to be entrusted with the safety of so valuable a freight. " I am not impatient," said Bell, with her colour a trifle heightened : " I do not care whether we ever get to Twickenham. I would as soon go on to Henley to-night, and to-moiTow to Oxford. But it is just like a man to make a great bother and go in prodigious circles to reach a trifling distance. You go circling and circling like the minute-hand of a clock ; but the small hand, that takes it easy, and makes no clatter of ticking, finds at twelve o'clock that it has got quite as far as its big companion." " This, Bell," I remarked, " is impertinence." " Will you give me the reins ? " "No." Bell turned half round, and leaned her arm on the lowered hood. " My dear," she said to Queen Titania who had been telling the Count something about Buckingham Palace " we have forgotten one thing. What are we to do when our companions are disagreeable during the day ? In the evening we can read, or sing, or walk about by ourselves. But during the day, Tita ? When we are imprisoned, how are we to escape ? " 16 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES t " We shall put you in the imperial, if you are not a good girl," said my Lady, with a gracious sweetness ; and then she turned to the Count. It would have been cruel to laugh at Bell. For a minute or two after meeting with this rebuff, she turned rather away from us, and stared with a fine assumption of proud indifference down the Yauxhall Bridge Road. But presently a lurking smile began to appear about the corners of her mouth ; and at last she cried out " Well, there is no use quarrelling with a married man ; for he never pets you. He is familiar with the trick of it, I suppose ; and looks on like an old juggler watching the efforts of an amateur. See ! how lovely the river is up there by Chelsea the long reach of rippling grey, the green of the trees, and the curious silvery light that almost hides the heights beyond. We shall see the Thames often, shall we not ? and then the Severn, and then the Solway, and then the great Frith of the Forth ? When I think of it, I feel like a bird a lark fluttering up in happiness and seeing farther and farther every minute. To see the Solway, you know, you have to be up almost in the blue ; and then all around you there lies the wide plain of England, with fields, and woods, and streams. Fancy being able to see as far as a vulture ; and to go swooping on for leagues and leagues now up amid white peaks of snow or down through some great valley or across the sea in the sunset. And only fancy that some evening you might find the spectral ship beginning to appear in pale fire in the mist of the horizon coming on towards you without a sound do you know, that is the most terrible legend ever thought of ! " " What has a vulture to do with the Flying Dutchman ? " said Queen Tita suddenly ; and Bell turned with a start to find her friend's head close to her own. "You are becoming incoherent, Bell, and your eyes are as wild as if you were really looking at the phantom ship. Why are you not driving ? " " Because I am not allowed," said Bell. However, when we got into the Clapham Road, Bell had her wish. She took her place with the air of a practised whip ; and did not even betray any nervousness when a OF A PHAETON. 17 sudden whistle behind us warned her that she was in the way of a tram-car. Moreover, she managed to subdue so successfully her impatience to get to Twickenham, that she was able to take us in the gentlest manner possible up and across Clapham Common, down through Wandsworth, and up again towards Wimbledon. When, at length, we got to the brow of the hill that overlooks the long and undulating stretches of furze, the admiration of our Prussian friend, which had been called forth by the various parks and open spaces in and around London, almost rose to the pitch of enthusiasm. " Is it the sea down there, yes ? " he asked, looking towards the distant tent-poles, which certainly resembled a small forest of masts in the haze of the sunshine. " It is not the sea ? I almost expect to reach the shore always in England. Yet why have you so beautiful places like this around London so much more beautiful than the sandy country around our Berlin and no one to come to it ? You have more than three millions of people here is a playground -why do they not come ? And Clapham Common top, it is not used for people to walk in, as we should use it in Germany, and have a pleasant seat in a garden, and the women sewing until their husbands and friends come in the evening, and music to make it cheerful afterwards. It is nothing a waste -a landscape very beautiful but not used. You have children on donkeys, and boys playing their games that is very good but it is not enough. And here, this beautiful park, all thrown away no one here at all. Why does not your Lord Mayor see the the requirement of drawing away large numbers of people from so big a town for fresh air ; and make here some amusements ? " " Consider the people who live all around," said my Lady, " and what they would have to suffer." " Suffer ! " said the young Prussian, with his eyes staring ; " I do not understand you. For people to walk through gardens, and smoke, and drink a glass or two of beer, or sit under the trees and sew or read surely that is not offensive to any person ? And here the houses are miles away you cannot see them down beyond the windmill there." " Did you ever hear of such things as manorial rights, and i8 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES freeholders, and copyholders, and the Statute of Merton ? " he is asked. " All that is nothing a fiction," he retorted. " You have a Government in this country representing the people ; why not take all these commons and use them for the people ? And if the Government has not courage to do that, why do not your municipalities, which are rich, buy up the land, and provide amusements, and draw the people into the open air ? " Queen Tita could scarce believe her ears on hearing a Prussian aristocrat talk thus coolly of confiscation, and ex- hibit no more reverence for the traditional rights of property than if he were a Parisian socialist. But then these boys of twenty-five will dance over the world's edge in pursuit of a heory. Here, too, as Bell gently urged our horses forward towards the crest of the slope leading down to Baveley Bridge, von Rosen got his first introduction to an English landscape. All around him lay the brown stretches of sand and the blue-green clumps of furze of the common ; on each side of the wide and well-made road, the tall banks were laden with a tangled luxuriance of brushwood and bramble and wild-flowers ; down in the hollow beneath us there were red-tiled farm-buildings half hid in a green maze of elms and poplars ; then the scattered and irregular fields and meadows, scored with hedges and dotted with houses, led up to a series of heights that were wooded with every variety of forest tree ; while over all these undulations there lay that faint presence of mist which only served to soften the glow of the afternoon sunshine, and to show us the strong colours of the picture through a veil of tender ethereal grey. We go down the hill, and roll along the valley. "This is the Robin Hood Gate," says Queen Tita. " Have you heard of Robin Hood, Count von Rosen ? " " Oh yes. He was one of those picturesque men that we have many of in our German stories. We like huntsmen, outlaws, and such people ; and the German boys, they do know of Robin Hood as much as of William Tell." " But then, you know," says Tita, gravely, " Robin Hood was a real person." " And was not William Tell ? " " They say not." OF A PHAETON. 19 The Lieutenant laughed. " Madame," he said, " I did not know you were so learned. But if there was no William Tell, are you sure thsre was any Robin Hood ? " " Oh, yes, I am quite sure," said my Lady, earnestly ; which closed this chapter of profound historical criticism. Richmond Park, in the stillness of a fine sunset, was worth bringing a foreigner to see. The ruddy light from the west was striking here and there among the glades under the oaks ; across the bars of radiance and shadow the hand- some little bucks and long-necked does were lightly passing and repassing ; while there were rabbits in thousands trotting in and about the brackens ; with an occasional covey of young partridges alternately regarding us with up- stretched necks and then running off a few yards further. But after we had bowled along the smooth and level road, up and through the avenues of stately oaks, past the small lakes (one of them, beyond the shadow of a dark wood, gleamed like a line of gold), and on to the summit of Rich- mond Hill, Queen Titania had not a word to say further in pointing out the beauties of the place. She had been officiating as conductor ; and with something of the air of a proprietress. Now, as we stopped the phaeton on the crest of the hill, she was silent. Far away behind us lay the cold green of the eastern sky ; and under it the smoke of London lay red and brown ; while in the extreme distance we could see dim traces of houses, and down in the south a faint rosy mist. Some glittering yellow rays showed us where the Crystal Palace, high over the purple shadows of Sydenham, caught the sunlight ; and up by Notting Hill, too, there were one or two less distinct glimmerings of glass. But when we turned to the west, no such range of vision was permitted to us. All over the bed of the river there lay across the western sky a confusion of pale gold : not a distinct sunset, with sharp lines of orange and blood-red fire, but a bewildering haze that blinded the eyes and was rather ominous for the morrow. Along the horizon, "where, enthroned in adamantine state, Proud of her bards, imperial Windsor sits," r 9 20 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES there was no trace of the grey towers to be made out rising from the dusky blue into that radiant glow. Nearer at hand, the spacious and wooded landscape seemed almost dark under the glare of the sky ; and the broad windings of the Thames lay white and clear between the soft green of the Twickenham shores and the leafy masses of "umbrageous Ham." " Doesn't it seem as though the strange light out there in the west lay over some unknown country," said Bell, with her eyes filled with the glamour of the sunset, " and that to-morrow we were to begin our journey into a great prairie, and leave houses and people for ever behind us ? You can see no more villages ; but only miles and miles of woods and plains ; until you come to a sort of silver mist, and that might be the sea." " And a certain young lady stands on the edge of this wild and golden desert, and a melancholy look comes into her eyes. For she is fond of houses and her fellow-creatures ; and here, just close at hand down there, in Twickenham, in fact there is a comfortable dining-room and some pleasant friends, and one attentive person in particular, who is perhaps a little sorry to bid her good-bye. Yet she does not falter. To-morrow morning she will hold out her hand a tender and wistful smile will only half convey her sadness " Here Bell rapidly but lightly touched Pollux with the whip ; both the horses sprang forward with a jerk that had nearly thrown the Lieutenant into the road (for he was standing up and holding on by the hood) ; and then, without another word, she rattled us down into Richmond. Getting sharply round the corner, she pretty nearly had a wheel taken off by the omnibus that was standing in front of the King's Head ; and just escaped knocking down a youth in white costume and boating shoes, who jumped back on the pave- ment with an admirable dexterity. Nor would she stop to give us a look at the Thames from the bridge we only caught a glimpse of the broad bend of the water, the various boats and their white-clad crews, the pleasant river-paths, and the green and wooded heights all around. She swept us on along the road leading into Twickenham ; past the abodes of the Orleanist Princes ; and into the narrow streets OF A PHAETON. li of the village itself ; until, with a proud and defiant air, she pulled the horses up in front of Dr. Ashburton's house. There was a young man at the window. She pretended not to see him. When the servants had partly got our luggage out, the young man made his appearance ; and came forward, in rather a frightened way, as I thought, to pay his respects to Queen Tita and Bell. Then he glanced at the Uhlan, who was carefully examining the horses' fetlocks and hoofs. Finally, as the Doctor had no stables, Master Arthur in- formed us that he had made arrangements about putting up the horses ; and while the rest of us went into the house, he volunteered to take the phaeton round to the inn. He and the Count went off together. Then there was a wild commotion on the first landing, a confused tumble and rush down stairs, and presently Bell and Tita were catching up two boys, and hugging them, and pulling out all sorts of mysterious presents. " Heh ! how fens tee, Jeck ? gaily ? " cried Auntie Bell, whose broad Cumberlandshire vastly delighted the young- sters. " Why, Twom, thou's growin' a big lad, thou mud as weel be a sodger as at schuil. Can tee dance a whorn- pipe yet ? what, nowther o' ye ? Dost think I's gaun to gie a siller watch to twa feckless fallows that canna dance a whornpipe ? " But here Bell's mouth was stopped by a multitude of kisses ; and, having had to confess that the two silver watches were really in her pocket, she was drawn into the parlour by the two boys, and made to stand and deliver. CHAPTER III. EUGEN, DER EDLE BITTER." "What can Tommy Onslow do? He can drive a phaeton and two. Can Tommy Onslow do no more?" MEANWHILE, what had become of the Lieutenant, and Arthur, and Castor and Pollux, to* say nothing of the phaeton, which had now been transferred from its accus- tomed home in Surrey to spend a night under a shed in 22 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES Twickenham ? The crooked by-ways and narrow streets of that curious little village were getting rapidly darker under the falling dusk, and here and there orange lamps were beginning to shine in the blue-grey of the twilight, when I set out to discover the stable to which our horses had been confided. I had got but half-way to the public-house, when I met Arthur. The ordinarily mild and gentle face of this young man which would be quite feminine in character, but for a soft, pale-yellow moustache looked rather gloomy. " Where is the Count ? " I asked of him. " Do you mean that German fellow ? " he said. The poor young man ! It was easy to detect the cause of the half-angry contempt with which he spoke of our Lieutenant. It was jealousy with its green eyes and dark imaginings ; and the evening, I could see, promised us a pretty spectacle of the farce of Bell and the Dragon. At present I merely requested Master Arthur to answer my question. " Well," said he, with a fine expression of irony the un- happy wretch ! as if it were not quite obvious that he was more inclined to cry " if you want to keep him out of the police-office, you'd better go down to the stables of the . He has raised a pretty quarrel there, I can tell you kicked the ostler half across the yard knocked heaps of things to smithereens and is ordering everybody about, and fuming and swearing in a dozen different inarticulate languages. I wish you joy of your companion ! You will have plenty of adventures by the way ; but what will you do with all the clocks you gather ? " " Go home, you stupid boy, and thank God you have not the gift of sarcasm. Bell is waiting for you. You will talk very sensibly to her, I daresay ; but don't make any jokes not for some years to come." Arthur went his way into the twilight, as wretched a young man as there was that evening in Twickenham. Now in front of the public-house, and adjoining the entrance into the yard, a small and excited crowd had collected of all the idlers and loungers who hang about the doors of a tavern. In the middle of them as you could see when the yellow light from the window streamed through OF A PHAETON. 23 a chink in the cluster of human figures there was a small, square-set, bandy-legged man, with a red waistcoat, a cropped head, and a peaked cap, with the peak turned sideways. He was addressing his companions in an odd mixture of Buckinghamshire dialect and Middlesex pronunciation, somewhat in this fashion : " I baint afeard of 'rn, or any other darned furrener, the -. An' I've looked arter awsses afore he wur born, and I'd like to see the mahn as '11 tell me what I don't know about 'm. I've kept my plaace for fifteen yur, and I'll bet the coot on my bahck as my missis '11 say, there niver wur a better in the plaace ; an' as fur thaht furrener in there, the law '11 teach him summut, or I'm werry much mistaken. Eh, Any ? Bain't I right ? " This impassioned appeal from the excited small man was followed by a general chorus of assent. I made my way down the yard, between the shafts of dog-carts and the poles of disabled omnibuses that loomed from out the darkness of a long and low shed. At the foot of this narrow and dusky channel a stable-door was open ; and the faint yellow light occasionally caught the figure of a man who was busy grooming a horse outside. As I picked my way over the rough stones, I could hear that he was occasionally interrupting the hissing noise peculiar to the work with a snatch of a song, carelessly sung in a deep and sufficiently powerful voice. What was it he sang ? " Prim E-ugen, der edle Ritter hisssssss wolW clem Kaiser wiedrum Jcriegen wo ! my beauty so ho ! Stadtund Festung Belgarad ! hold up, my lad ! wo ho ! " " Hillo, Oswald, what are you about ? " " Oh, only looking after the horses," said our young Ublan, slowly raising himself up. He was in a remarkable state of undress his coat, waist- 'coat, and collar having been thrown on the straw inside the stable and he held in his hand a brush. " The fellows at this inn they are very ignorant of horses, or very careless." " I hear you have been kicking 'em all about the place." " Why not ? You go in to have a glass of beer and see the people. You come back to the stables. The man says he has fed the horses it is a lie. He says he has groomed 24 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES them it is a lie. Jott im Himmel ! can I not see ? Then I drive him away I take out corn for myself, also some beans he comes back he is insolent I fling him into the yard he falls over the pail he lies and groans that is very good for him ; it will teach him to mind his business, not to tell lies, and to steal the price of the corn." I pointed out to this cool young person that if he went kicking insolent ostlers all over the country, he would get us into trouble. "Is it not a shame they do not know their work ? and that they will ruin good horses to steal a sixpence from you, yes ? " " Besides," I said, "it is not prudent to quarrel with an ostler, for you must leave your horses under his care : and if he should be ill-natured, he may do them a mischief during the night." The Count laughed, as he untied the halter and led Pollox into a loose box. " Do not be alarmed. I never allow any man to lock up my horses if I am among strangers. I do that myself. I will lock up this place and take the key, and to-morrow at six I will come round and see them fed. No ! you must not object. It is a great pleasure of mine to look after horses, and I shall become friends with these two in a very few days. You must let me manage them always." " And groom them twice a day ? " " Nee, Jott lewahre ! When there is a man who can do it, I will not ; but when there is no one it is a very good thing to help yourself." Lieutenant Oswald von Rosen had already learned how to conjugate the verb requiriren during his sojourn in Bohemia and in France. He made another raid on the corn and split beans ; got up into the loft, and crammed down plenty of hay ; and then bringing a heap of clean straw into the place, tossed it plentifully about the loose box devoted to Pollux, and about Castor's stall. Finally he put on his upper vest- ments, brought away the candle, locked the door, and put the key in his pocket, humming all the time something about " die dreimal hunderttausend Mann." When we had got to the gate of the yard, he stalked up to the small crowd of idlers, and said - OF A PHAETON. 25 " Which of you is the man who did tumble over the pail ? Is it you, you little fellow ? Well, you deserve much more than you got, yes ; but here is a half-crown for you to buy sticking-plaster with." The small ostler held back ; but his companions, who perceived that the half-crown meant beer, urged him to go forward and take it ; which he did, saying " Well, I doan't bear no malice." " And next time that you have gentlemen's horses put into your stables, don't try to steal the price of their corn," said the Lieutenant ; and with that he turned and walked away. " Now tell me who it was did come with me," continued my young friend, as we went back to the house ; " he is a nice young man, but he does not know the difference between hay and straw, and I begged him not to remain. And he would not drink the beer of this public-house ; but that is the way of all you Englishmen you are so particular about things, and always thinking of your health, and always thinking of living, instead of living and thinking nothing about it. Ah, you do not know how fine a thing it is to live until you have been in a campaign, my dear friend ; and then you know how fine it is that you can eat with great hunger, and how fine it is when you get a tumbler of wine, and how fine it is to sleep. You are very glad, then, to be able to walk firm on your legs, and find yourself alive and strong. But always, I think, your countrymen do not. enjoy being alive so much as mine ; they are always im- patient for something, trying to do something, hoping for something, instead of being satisfied of finding every day a good new day, and plenty of satisfaction in it, with talking to people, and seeing things, and a cigar now and again. Just now, when I wake, I laugh to myself, and say, ' How very good it is to sleep in a bed, and shut yourself out from noise, and get up when you please ! ' Then you have a good breakfast, and all the day begins afresh, and you have no fear of being crippled and sent off to the hospital. Oh ! it is very good to have this freedom this carelessness this seeing of new things and new people every day. And that is a very pretty young lady become, your Miss Bell : I do remember her only a shy little girl, who spoke German with 26 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES your strange English way of pronouncing the vowels, and was very much bashful over it. Oh yes, she is very good- looking indeed ; her hair looks as if there were streaks of sunshine in the light brown of it, and her eyes are very thoughtful, and she has a beautiful outline of the chin that makes her neck and throat very pretty. And, you know, I rather like the nose not hooked, like most of your English young ladies ; when it is a little the other way, and fine, and delicate it makes the face piquant and tender, not haughty and cold, nicht wahr ? But she is very English- looking ; I would take her as a as a a type, do you call it ? of the pretty young Englishwoman, well-formed, open- eyed, with good healthy colour in her face, and very frank and gentle, and independent all at the same time. Oh, she is a very good girl a very good girl, I can see that." " Yes," I said ; " I think she will marry the young fellow whom you saw to-night." " And that will be very good for him," he replied, easily ; " for she will look after him and give him some common sense. He is not practical ; he has not seen much ; he is moody, and nervous, and thinks greatly about trifles. But I think he will be very amiable to her, and that is much. You know, ah 1 the best women many stupid men." There was, however, no need for our going into that dangerous subject ; for at this moment we arrived at Dr. Ashburton's house. Yon Eosen rushed upstairs to his room, to remove the traces of his recent employment ; and then, as we both entered the drawing-room, we found Bell stand- ing right under the central gaselier, which was pouring its rays down on her wealth of golden-brown hair. Indeed, she then deserved all that von Rosen had said about her being a type of our handsomest young Englishwomen rather tall, well-formed, showing a clear complexion, and healthy rosi- ness in her cheeks, while there was something at once defiant and gentle in her look. Comely enough she was to attract the notice of any stranger ; but it was only those who had spent years with her, and had observed all her winning ways, her unselfishness, and the rare honour and honesty that lay behind all her pretty affectations of petulance, who could really tell what sort of young person our Bonny Bell OF A PHAETON. 27 was. She was sufficiently handsome to draw eyes towards her, " But if ye saw that which no eyes can see, The inward beauty of her lovely spirit, Garnished with heavenly gifts of high degree, Much more then would ye wonder at that sight. * * * * * There dwell sweet Love and constant Chastity, Unspotted Faith, and comely Womanhood, Kegard of Honour, and mild Modesty." And it must be said that during this evening Bell's conduct was beyond all praise. Arthur Ashburton was rather cold and distant towards her, and was obviously in a bad temper. He even hovered on the verge of rudeness towards both herself and the Lieutenant. Now, nothing de- lighted Bell more than to vary the even and pleasant tenor of her life with a series of pretty quarrels which had very little element of seriousness in them ; but on this evening, when she was provoked into quarrelling in earnest, nothing could exceed the good sense, and gentleness, and forbearance she showed. At dinner she sat between the young barrister and his father, a quiet, little white-haired man in spectacles, with small black eyes that twinkled strangely when he made his nervous little jokes and looked over to his wife the very matter-of-fact and roseate woman who sat at the opposite end of the table. The old Doctor was a much more pleasant companion than his son ; but Bell, with wonderful moderation, did her best to re-establish good relations between the moody young barrister and herself. Of course, no woman will prolong such overtures indefinitely ; and at last the young gentleman managed to establish a more serious breach than he had dreamed of. For the common talk had drifted back to the then recent war ; and our Lieutenant was telling us a story about three Uhlanen, who had, out of mere bravado, ridden down the main street of a French village, and out at the other end, without having been touched by the shots fired at them, when young Ash- burton added with a laugh - " I suppose they were so padded with the watches and jewellery they had gathered on their way, that the bullets glanced off." 28 7 HE STRANGE ADVENTURES Count von Rosen looked across the table at this young man, with a sort of wonder in his eyes ; and then, .with admirable self-control, he turned to Queen Tita, and calmly continued the story. But as for Bell, a blush of shame and exceeding mortifica- tion overspread her features. No madness of jealousy could excuse this open insult to a stranger and a guest. From that moment, Bell addressed herself exclusively to the old Doctor, and took no more notice of his son than if he had been in the moon. She was deeply hurt ; but she managed to conceal her disappointment ; and indeed, when the boys came in after dinner, she had so far picked up her spirits as to be able to talk to them in that wild way which they re- garded with mingled awe and delight. For they could not understand how Auntie Bell was allowed to use strange words, and even talk Cumberlandshire to the Doctor's own face. Of course she plied the boys with all sorts of fruit and sweetmeats, until Tita, coming suddenly back from the campaign in France to the table before her, peremptorily ordered her to cease. Then Bell gathered round her the decanters ; the boys had their half -glass of wine ; and Bell swept them away with her into the drawing-room, when the women left. " A very bright young lady hm ! a very bright and pleasant young lady indeed," said the Doctor, stretching out his short legs with an air of freedom, and beginning to examine the decanters. " I don't wonder the young fellows rave about her ; eh, Arthur, eh ? " Master Arthur rose and left the room. " Touched, eh ? " said the father, with his eyes twinkling vehemently, and his small grey features twisted into a smile. " Hit hard, eh ? Gad, I don't wonder at it ; if I were a young fellow myself eh, eh ? Claret ? Yes. But the young fellows now don't sing about their 'laughing Lalage, or drink to Glycera, or make jokes with Lydia ; it is all dreaming, and reading, and sighing, eh, eh ? That boy of mine has gone mad heeds nothing is ill-tempered " Very much so, Doctor." " Eh ? Ill-tempered ? Why, his mother daren't talk to him ; and we're glad to have him go up to his chambers OF A PHAETON. 29 again. Our young friend here is of another sort ; there is no care about a woman tempering the healthy brown of the sun and the weather, eh ? is there, eh ? " "Why, my dear Doctor," cried the Lieutenant, with a prodigious laugh, " don't you think Lydia's lover Lydia, die, you know he was very glad to be away from rough sports ? He had other enjoyments. I am brown, not because of my wish, but that I have been made to work that. is all." The Doctor was overjoyed, and, perhaps, a trifle surprised, to find that this tall Uhlan, who had just been grooming two horses, understood his references to Horace ; and he im- mediately cried out " No, no ; you must not lose your health, and your colour, and your temper. Would you have your friends say of you, who have just been through a campaign in France 'Cur neque militaris Inter sequales equitat, Gallica nee lupatia Ternperat ora frenis?' Eh, eh ? " " Tempemt ora frenis it is a good motto for our driving excursion," said the Lieutenant ; " but was it your Miss Bell who called your two fine horses by such stupid names as Castor and Pollux ? " " Nevertheless," said the Doctor, eagerly, " Castor was said to have great skill in the management of horses, eh, what ? " " Certainly," said the Lieutenant. " And both together they foretell good weather, which is a fine thing in driving." "And they were the gods of boundaries," cried the Doctor. " And they got people out of trouble when everything seemed all over," returned the Count ; " which may also happen to our phaeton." " And and and " here the Doctor's small face fairly gleamed with a joke, and he broke into a thin, high chuckle " they ran away with two ladies eh, eh, eh ? did they not, did they not ? " Presently we went into the drawing-room, and there the women were found in a wild maze of maps, eagerly discuss- ing the various routes to the North, and the comparative 30 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES attractions of different towns. The contents of Mr. Stan- ford's shop seemed to have been scattered about the room ; and Bell had armed herself with an opisometer, which gave her quite an air of importance. The Lieutenant was out of this matter ; so he flung him- self down into an easy chair, and presently had both of the boys on his knees, telling them stories and propounding arithmetical conundrums alternately. When Queen Tita came to release him, the young rebels refused to go ; and one of them declared that the Count had promised to sing the " Wacht am Rhein." " Oh, please, don't," said Bell, suddenly turning round, with a map of Cumberland half hiding her. " You don't know that all the barrel-organs here have it. But if you would be so very kind as to sing us a German song, I will play the accompaniment for you, if I know it, and I know a great many." Of course, the women did not imagine that a man who had been accustomed to a soldier's life, and who had just betrayed a faculty for grooming horses, was likely to know much more of music than a handy chorus ; but the Count, lightly saying he would not trouble her, went over to the piano, and sat down unnoticed amid the general hum of conversation. But the next moment there was sufficient silence. For with a crash like thunder " Hei ! das klang wie Unge- witter ! " the young Lieutenant struck the first chords of " Prinz Eugen ; " and with a sort of upward toss of the head, as if he were making room for himself, he began to sing Freiligrath's picturesque soldier-song to the wild and war- like and yet stately music which Dr. Lowe has written for it. What a rare voice he had, too ! deep, strong, and resonant that seemed to throw itself into the daring spirit of the music with an absolute disregard of delicate graces or sentimental effect ; a powerful, masculine, soldier-like voice, that had little flute-like softness, but the strength and thrill that told of a deep chest, and that interpenetrated or rose above the loudest chords that his ten fingers struck. Queen Tita's face was overspread with surprise ; Bell unconsciously laid down the map, and stood as one amazed. The ballad, you know, tells how, one calm night on the banks of the OF A PHAETON. 31 Danube, just after the great storming of Belgrade, a young trumpeter in the camp determines to leave aside cards for a while, and make a right good song for the army to sing ; how he sets to work to tell the story of the battle in ringing verse ; and at last, when he has got the rhymes correct, he makes the notes too, and his song is complete. " Ho, ye white troops and ye red troops, come round and listen ! " he cries ; and then he sings the record of the great deeds of Prince Eugene ; and lo ! as he repeats the air for the third time, there breaks forth, with a hoarse roar as of thunder, the chorus " Prinz Eugen der edle Eitter ! " until the sound of it is carried even into the Turkish camp. And then the young trumpeter, not dissatisfied with his performance, proudly twirls his moustache ; and finally sneaks away to tell of his triumph to the pretty Marketenderin. When our young Uhlan rose from the piano, he laughed in an apologetic fashion ; but there was still in his face some of that glow and fire which had made him forget himself during the singing of the ballad, and which had lent to his voice that penetrat- ing resonance that still seemed to linger about the room. Bell said " Thank you " in rather a timid way ; but Queen Tita did not speak at all, and seemed to have forgotten us. We had more music that evening, and Bell produced her guitar, which was expected to solace us much on our journey. It was found that the Lieutenant could play that too in a rough fashion ; and he executed at least a very pretty accom- paniment when Bell sang "Der Tyroler und sein Kind." But you should have seen the face of Master Arthur when Bell volunteered to sing a German song. I believe she did it to show that she was not altogether frightened by the gloomy and mysterious silence which he preserved, as he sat in a corner and stared at everybody. So ended our first day : and to-morrow why, to-morrow we pass away from big cities and their suburbs, from multi- tudes of friends, late hours, and the whirl of amusements and follies, into the still seclusion of English country life, with its simple habits, and fresh pictures, and the quaint humours of its inns. [Note l>y Queen Titcmia. " The foregoing pages give a more or less accurate account of our setting-out, but they are all wrong about Bell. 32 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES Men are far worse than women in imagining love-affairs, and supposing that girls think about nothing else. Bell wishes to ~be let alone. If gentlemen care to make themselves uncomfortable about her, she can- not help it ; but it is rather unfair to drag her into any such com- plications. I am positive that, though she has doubtless a little pity for that young man who vexes himself and his friends because he is not good enough for her, she would not be sorry to see him, and Count von Rosen and some one else besides all start off on a cruise to Australia. She is quite content to be as she is. Marriage \vill come in good time ; and when it comes, she will get plenty of it, sure enough. In the meantime, I hope she will not be suspected of encouraging those idle flirtations and pretences of worship with which gentlemen think they ought to approach every girl whose good fortune it is not to be married. T."] CHAPTER IV. AETHUR VANISHES. " Hampton me taught to wish her first fur mine ; And Windsor, alas ! doth chase me from her sight." " RAIN ! " cried Queen Titania, as she walked up to the window of the breakfast-room, and stared reproachfully out on cloudy skies, gloomy trees, and the wet thorough- fares of Twickenham. " Surely not ! " said Bell, in anxious tones ; and there- with she too walked up to one of the panes, while an expression of deep mortification settled down on her face. She stood so for a second or two, irresolute and hurt ; and then a revengeful look came into her eyes ; she walked firmly over to my Lady, got close up to her ear, and apparently uttered a single word. Tita almost jumped back ; and then she looked at the girl. " Bell, how dare you ! " she said, in her severest manner. Bell turned and shyly glanced at the rest of us, probably to make sure none of us had heard ; and then, all this mysterious transaction being brought to a close, she returned to the table and calmly took up a newspaper. But presently she threw it aside, and glanced, with some heightened colour in her face and some half-frightened amusement in her eyes, towards Tita ; and lo ! that majestic little woman was still regarding the girl, and there was surprise as well as sternness in her look. Presently the brisk step of Oswald von Rosen was OF A PHAETON. 33 heard outside, and in a minute or two the tall young man came into the room, with a fine colour in his face, and a sprinkling of rain about his big brown beard. " Ha ! Not late ? No ? That is very good ! " " But it rains ! " said Tita to him, in an injured way, as if anyone who had been out of doors was necessarily responsible for the weather. " Not much," he said. " It may go off ; but about six it did rain very hard, and I got a little wet then, I think." " And where were you at six ? " said Tita, with her pretty brown eyes opened wide. " At Isleworth," he said, carelessly ; and then he added : " Oh, I have done much business this morning, and bought something for your two boys, which will make them not mind that you go away. It is hard, you know, they are left behind " But Bell has given them silver watches ! " said Mamma. " Is not that enough ? " " They will break them in a day. Now when I went to the stables this morning to feed the horses, the old ostler was there. We had a quarrel last night ; but no matter. We became very good friends he told me much about Buckinghamshire and himself he told me he did know your two boys he told me he knew of a pony oh ! a very nice little pony that was for sale from a gentleman in Isleworth " And you've bought them a pony ! " cried Bell, clap- ping her hands. " Bell," said Tita, with a severe look, " how foolish you are ! How could you think of anything so absurd ? " " But she is quite right, Madame," said the Lieutenant, " and it will be here in an hour, and you must not tel] them till it comes." " And you mean to leave them with that animal ! Why they will break their necks, both of them," cried my Lady. " Oh no ! " said the Lieutenant ; " a tumble does not hurt boys, not at all. And this is a very quiet, small pony oh, I did pull him about to try, and he will not harm anybody. And very rough and strong I think the old man did call him a Scotland pony." " A Shetland pony." 34 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES " Ah, very well," said our Uhlan ; and then he began to turn wistful eyes to the breakfast table. They sat down to breakfast, almost forgetting the rain. They were very well pleased with the coming of the pony. It would be a capital thing for the boys' health ; it would be this and would be that ; but only one person there reflected that this addition to the comforts of the young rogues upstairs would certainly cost him sixteen shillings a week all the year round. Suddenly, in the midst of this talk, Bell looked up and said " But where is Arthur ? " " Oh," said the mother of the young man, " he went up to town this morning at eight. He took it for granted you would not start to-day." " He might have waited to see," said Bell, looking down. " I suppose he is not so very much occupied in the Temple. What if we have to go away before he comes back ? " " But perhaps he won't come back," said Mrs. Ashburton, gently. Bell looked surprised ; and then, with a little firmness about the mouth, held her peace for some time. It was clear that Master Arthur's absence had some considerable significance in it, which she was slowly determining in her own mind. When Bell next spoke, she proposed that we should sefc out, rain or no rain. " It will not take much time to drive down to Henley," she said. " And if we begin by paying too much attention to slight showers, we shall never get on. Besides, Count von Rosen ought to see how fine are our. English rain landscapes what softened colours are brought out in the trees and in the greys of the distance under a dark sky. It is not nearly so dismal as a wet day abroad, in a level country, with nothing but rows of poplars along the horizon. Here," she said, .turning to the Lieutenant, who had probably heard of her recent successes in water-colour, " you have light mists hanging about the woods ; and there is a rough surface on the rivers ; and all the hedges and fields get dark and intense ; and a bit of scarlet say a woman's cloak is very fine under the gloom of the sky. OF A PHAETON. 35 I ain sure you are not afraid of wet ; and I know that the rest of us never got into such good spirits during our Surrey drives as when we were dashing through torrents and slinking the rain from about our faces. Why, this is nothing a mere passing shower and the country down by Hounslow will look very well under dark clouds ; and we cannot do better than start at once for Henley ! " " What is the matter, Bell ? " said Tita, regarding the girl with her clear, observant eyes. " One would think you were vexed about our staying in Twickenham until to- morrow, and yet nobody has proposed that yet." " I don't wish to waste time," said Bell, looking down. Here the Lieutenant laughed aloud. " Forgive me, Mademoiselle," he said, " but what you say is very much like the English people. They are always much afraid of losing time, though it does not matter to them. I think your commercial habits have become national, and got amongst people who have nothing to do with commerce. I find English ladies who have weeks and months at their disposal travel all night by train, and make themselves very wretched. Why ? To save a day, they tell you. I find English people, with two months' holiday before them, undertake all the uncomforts of a night- passage from Dover to Calais. Why ? To save a day. How does it matter to you, for example, that we start to- day, or to-morrow, or next week ? Only that you feel you must be doing something you must accomplish something you must save time. It is all English. It is with your amusements as with your making of money. You are never satisfied. You are always looking forward wishing to do or have certain things never content to stop, and rest, and enjoy doing nothing." Now what do you think our Bell did on being lectured in this fashion ? Say something in reply, only kept from being saucy by her sweet manner of saying it ? Or rise and leave the room, and refuse to be coaxed into a good humour for hours ? Why, no. She answered in the gentlest way " I think you are right, Count von Rosen. It really does not matter to me whether we go to-day or to-morrow." " But you shall go to-day, Bell," say I, " even though D 2 36 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES it should rain Duke Georges. At four of the clock we start." " My dear," says Tita, " this is absurd." " Probably ; but none the less Castor and Pollux shall start at that hour." " You are beginning to show your authority somewhat early," says my Lady, with a suspicious sweetness in her tone. " What there is left of it," I remark, looking at Bell, who descries a fight in the distance, and is all attention. " Count von Eosen," says Tita, turning in her calmest manner to the young man, " what do you think of this piece of folly ? It may clear up long before that : it may be raining heavily then. Why should w r e run the risk of incurring serious illness by determining to start at a particular hour ? It is monstrous. It is absurd. It is it is- " Well," said the Lieutenant, with an easy shrug and a laugh, " it is not of much consequence you make the rule ; for you will break it if it is not agreeable. For myself, I have been accustomed to start at a particular hour, whatever happens ; but for pleasure, w r hat is the use ? " " Yes, what is the use ? " repeats Titania, turning to the rest of us with a certain ill-concealed air of triumph. " St. Augustine," I observed to this rebellious person, " remarks that the obedience of a wife to her husband is no virtue, so long as she does only that which is reasonable, just, and pleasing to herself." " I don't believe St. Augustine said anything of the kind," replied she ; " and if he did, he hadn't a wife, and didn't know what he was talking about. I will not allow Bell to catch her death of cold. We shall not start at four." " Two o'clock, luncheon. Half -past two the moon enters Capricorn. Three o'clock, madness rages. Four, colds attack the human race. We start at four." By this time breakfast was over, and all the reply that Tita vouchsafed was to wear a pleased smile of defiance as she left the room. The Count, too, went out ; and in a few minutes we saw him in the road, leading the pony he had bought. The boys had been kept upstairs, and were told OF A PHAETON. 37 nothing of the surprise in store for them ; so that we were promised a stirring scene in front of the Doctor's house. Presently the Lieutenant arrived at the gate, and summoned Bell from the window. She having gone to the door, and spoken to him for a second or two, went into the house, and reappeared with a bundle of coarse cloths. Was the foolish young man going to groom the pony in front of the house, merely out of bravado ? At all events, he roughly dried the shaggy coat of the sturdy little animal, and then carefully wiped the mud from its small legs and hoofs. Bell went down and took the bridle ; the Lieutenant was behind, to give a push if necessary. " Come up, Dick ! " she said ; and after a few frightened stumbles on the steps the pony stood in the Doctor's hall ! The clatter of the small hoofs on the waxcloth had brought the boys out to the first landing, and they were looking down with intense surprise on the appearance of a live horse in the house. When Bell had called them and told them that the Count had bought this pony for them, that it was a real pony, and that they would have to feed it every day, they came down the stairs with quite a frightened air. They regarded the animal from a distance, and then at last Master Jack ventured to go up and touch its neck. "Why," he said, as if suddenly struck with the notion that it was really alive, " I'll get it an apple ! " He went upstairs, three steps at a bound ; and by the time he came back Master Tom had got in the saddle, and was for riding his steed into the breakfast-room. Then he would ride him out into the garden. Jack insisted on his having the apple first. The mother of both called out from above that if they went into the garden in the rain she would have the whole house whipped. But all the same, Master Tom, led by the Lieutenant and followed by Bell whose attentions in holding him on he regarded with great dislike rode in state along the passage, and through the kitchen, and out by a back door into the garden. " Let me go, Auntie Bell ! " he said, shaking himself free. " I can ride very well I have ridden often at Leatherhead." " Off you go, then," said the Lieutenant : " lean well back don't kick him with your heels off you go ! " 38 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES The pony shook his rough little mane, and started upon a very sedate and patient walk along the smooth path. " Fist ! Hei ! Go ahead ! " cried Master Tom, and he twitched at the bridle in quite a knowing way. Thus admonished, the pony broke into a brisk trot, which at first jogged Master Tom on to its neck, but he managed to wriggle back into the saddle and get hold of the reins again. His riding was not a masterly performance ; but at all events he stuck on ; and when after having trotted thrice round the garden, he slid off of his own will and brought the pony up to us, his chubby round face was gleaming with pride, and flushed colour, and rain. Then it was Jack's turn ; but this young gentleman, having had less experience, was attended by the Lieutenant, who walked round the garden with him, and gave him his first lessons in the art of horsemanship. It was a very pretty amusement for those of us who remained under the archway ; but for those in the garden it was beginning to prove a trifle damp. Neverthe- less, Bell begged hard for the boys to be let alone, seeing that they were transported with delight over their new toy ; and it is probable that both they and their instructor would have got soaked to the skin had not Queen Titania appeared, with her face full of an awful wrath. What occurred then it is difficult to relate ; for in the midst of the storm Bell laughed ; and the boys, being deprived of their senses by the gift of the pony, laughed also at their own mother. Tita fell from her high estate directly. The splendours of her anger faded away from her face, and she ran out into the rain and cuffed the boys' ears, and kissed them, and drove them into the house before her. And she was so good as to thank the Count formally for his present ; and with a kindly smile bade the boys be good boys and attend to their lessons when they had so much amusement provided for them ; and finally turned to Bell, and said, that as we had to start at four o'clock, we might as well have our things packed before luncheon. Now such was the reward of this wifely obedience that at four o'clock the rain had actually and definitely ceased ; and the clouds, though they still hung low, were gathering them- selves up into distinct forms. When the phaeton was brought round, there was not even any necessity for putting OF A PHAETON. 59 up the hood ; and Tita, having seen that everything was placed in the vehicle, was graciously pleased to ask the Lieutenant if he would drive, that she might sit beside him and point out objects of interest. Then she kissed the boys very affectionately, and bade them take care not to tumble off the pony. The Doctor and his wife wished us every good fortune. Bell threw a wistful glance up and down the road, and then turned her face a little aside. The Count shook the reins, and our phaeton rolled slowly away from Twickenham. "Why, Bell," I said, as we were crossing the railway bridge, and my companion looked round to see if there were a train at the station, " you have been crying." " Not much," said Bell, frankly, but in a very low voice. " But why ? " I ask. " You know," she said. "I know that Arthur has been very unreasonable, and that he has gone up to London in a fit of temper ; and I know what I think of the whole transaction, and what I consider he deserves. But I didn't think you cared for him so much, Bell, or were so vexed about it." " Care for him ? " she said, with a glance at the people before us, lest the low sound of her voice might not be entirely drowned by the noise of the wheels in the muddy road. " That may mean much or little. You know I like Arthur very well ; and and I am afraid he is vexed with me ; and it is not pleasant to part like that with one's friends." " He will write to you, Bell ; or he will drop down on us suddenly some evening when we are at Oxford, or Worcester, or Shrewsbury " I hope he will not do that," said Bell, with some ex- pression of alarm. " If he does, I know something dreadful will happen." " But Master Arthur, Bell, is not exactly the sort of person to displace the geological strata." " Oh, you don't know what a temper he has at times," she said ; and then, suddenly recovering herself, she added hastily, " but he is exceedingly good and kind for all that ; only he is vexed, you know, at not being able to get on ; and perhaps he is a little jealous of people who are success- 40 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES ful, and in good circumstances, and independent ; and lie is apt to think that that that " His lady-love will be carried off by some wealthy suitor before he has been able to amass a fortune ? " " You mustn't talk as if I were engaged to Arthur Ashburton," said Bell, rather proudly, " or even that I am ever likely to be." Our Bonny Bell soon recovered her spirits ; for she felt that we had at last really set out on our journey to Scotland ; and her keen liking for all out-of-door sights and sounds was now heightened by a vague and glad anticipation. If Arthur Ashburton, as I deemed highly probable, should endeavour to overtake us, and effect a reconciliation or final understanding with Bell, we were, for the present at least, speeding rapidly away from him. As we drove through the narrow lane running down by Whitton Park and Whitton Dean, the warm, moist winds were blowing a dozen odours about from the far, low- stretching fields and gardens ; and the prevailing sweetness of the air seemed to herald our departure from the last suburban traces of London. Splash ! went the horses' hoofs into the yellow pools of the roads ; and the rattle of the wheels seemed to send an echo through the stillness of the quiet country-side ; while overhead the dark and level clouds became more fixed and grey, and we hoped they would ultimately draw together and break, so as to give us a glimpse of pallid sunshine. Then we drove up through Ilounslow to the famous inn at the cross-roads which was known to travellers in the highway-robbery days ; and here our Bell complained that so many of these hostelries should bear her name. Tita, we could hear, was telling her com- panion of all the strange incidents connected with this inn and its neighbourhood which she could recall from the pages of those various old-fashioned fictions which are much more interesting to some folks than the most accurate histories. So we bowled along the Bath road, over Cranford Bridge, past the Magpies, through Colnbrook, and on to Langley Marsh, when the Count suddenly exclaimed " But the Heath ? I have not seen Hounslow Heath, where the highwaymen used to be ! " Alas ! there was no more Heath to show him only the OF A PHAETON. 41 level and wooded beauties of a cultivated English plain. And yet these, as we saw them then, under the conditions that Bell had described in the morning, were sufficiently pleasant to see. All around us stretched a fertile landscape, with the various greens of its trees and fields and hedges grown dark and strong under the gloom of the sky. The winding road ran through this country like the delicate grey streak of a river ; there were distant farmhouses peeping from the sombre foliage ; an occasional wayside inn standing deserted amid its rude outhouses ; a passing tramp plodding through the mire. Strange and sweet came the damp, warm winds from over the fields of beans and of clover ; and it seemed as if the wild-roses in the tall and straggling hedges had increased in multitude so as to perfume the whole land. And then, as we began to observe in the west, with a great joy, some faint streaks of sunshine descend like a shimmering comb upon the landscape, lo ! in the south there arose before us a great and stately building, whose tall grey towers and spacious walls, seen against the dark clouds of the horizon, were distant, and pale, and spectral. " It looks like a phantom castle, does it not ? " said Bell, speaking in quite a low voice. " Don't you think it has sprung up in the heavens like the Fata Morgana, or the spectral ship, and that it will fade away again and dis- appear ? " Indeed it looked like the ghost of one of the castles of King Arthur's time that old, strange time when England lay steeped in grey mists and fogs blown about by the sea-winds, when there does not seem to have been any sun- shine, but only a gloom of shifting vapours, half hiding the voiceless knights and the shadowy queens, with all their faint and mystical stories and pilgrimages and visions. The castle down there looked as if it had never been touched by sharp, clear, modern sunlight, that is cruel to ghosts and phantoms. But here Bell's reveries were interrupted by Lieutenant von Eosen, who, catching sight of the castle in the south and all its hazy lines of forest, said " Ah, what is that ? " " That," said Bell, suddenly recovering from her trance " is a hotel for German princes." 42 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES She had no sooner uttered the words, however, than she looked thoroughly alarmed ; and with a prodigious shame and mortification she begged the Count's pardon, who merely laughed, and said he regretted he was not a prince. " It is Windsor, is it not ? " he said. " Yes," replied Bell humbly, while her face was still pained and glowing. " I I hope you will forgive my rudeness : I think I must have heard some one say that recently, and it escaped me before I thought what it meant." Of course, the Lieutenant passed the matter off lightly, as a very harmless saying ; but all the same Bell seemed determined for some time after to make him amends, and quite took away my Lady's occupation by pointing out to our young Uhlan, in a very respectful and submissive manner, whatever she thought of note on the road. Whether the Lieutenant perceived this intention or not, I do not know ; but at all events he took enormous pains to be interested in what she said, and paid far more attention to her than to his own companion. Moreover he once or twice, in looking back, pretty nearly ran us into a cart, insomuch that Queen Tita had laughingly to recall him to his duties. In this wise we went down through the sweetly-smelling country, with its lines of wood and hedge and its breadths of field and meadow still suffering from the gloom of a darkened sky. We cut through the village of Slough, passed the famous Salthill, got over the Two Mill Brook at Cuckfield Bridge, and were rapidly nearing Maidenhead, where we proposed to rest an hour or two and dine. Bell had pledged her word there would be a bright evening ; and had thrown out vague hints about a boating excursion up to the wooded heights of Cliefden. In the meantime the sun had made little way in breaking through the clouds. There were faint indications here and there of a luminous greyish-yellow lying in the interstices of the heavy sky ; but the pale and shimmering comb in the west had dis- appeared. " What has come over your fine weather, Bell ? " said my Lady. " Do you remember how you used to dream of our setting out, and what heaps of colour and sunshine you lavished on your picture ? " OF A PHAETON. 43 " My dear," said Bell, " you are unacquainted with the art of a stage-manager. Do you think I would begin my pantomime with a glare of light, and bright music, and a splendid show of costume ? No ! First of all comes the dungeon scene darkness and gloom thunder and solemn music nothing but demons appearing through the smoke ; then, when you have all got impressed and terrified and attentive, you will hear in the distance a little sound of melody ; there will be a flutter of wings, just as if the fairies were preparing a surprise ; and then all at once into the darkness leaps the queen herself, and a blaze of sunlight dashes on to her silver wings, and you see her shining costume, and the scarlet and gold of a thousand attendants who are about as wonderful and radiant as herself." " How long have we to wait, Mademoiselle ? " said the Lieutenant, seriously. " I have not quite settled that," replied Bell, with a fine air of reflection, " but I will see about it while you are having dinner." Comforted by these promises which ought, however, to have come from Queen Titania, if the fairies were supposed to be invoked we drove underneath the railway-line and past the station of Taplow, and so forward to the hotel by the bridge. When, having with some exercise of patience seen Castor and Pollux housed and fed, I went into the parlour, I found dinner on the point of being served, and the Count grown almost eloquent about the comforts of English inns. Indeed, there was a considerable difference, as he pointed out, between the hard, bright, cheery public-room of a German inn, and this long, low-roofed apartment, with its old-fashioned furniture, its carpets, and general air of gravity and respectability. Then the series of pictures around the walls venerable lithographs, glazed and yellow, representing all manner of wild adventures in driving and hunting amused him much. " That is very like your English humour," he said, " of the country, I mean. The joke is a man thrown into a ditch, and many horses coming over on him ; or it is a carriage upset in the road, and men crawling from under- neath, and women trying to get through the window. It is 44 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES rough, strong, practical fun, at the expense of unfortunate people, that you like." " At least," one points out, " it is quite as good a sort of public-house furniture as pictures of bleeding saints, or lithographs of smooth-headed princes." " Oh, I do not object to it," he said, " not in the least. I do like your sporting pictures very much." " And when you talk of German lithographs," struck in Bell, quite warmly, " I suppose you know that it is to the German printsellers our poorer classes owe all the possession of art they can afford. They would never have a picture in their house but for those cheap lithographs that come over from Germany ; and, although they are very bad, and even carelessly bad often, they are surely better than nothing for cottages and country inns that would never otherwise have anything to show but coarse patterns of wall-paper." " My dear child," remarked Queen Tita, " we are none of us accusing Germany of any crime whatsoever." " But it is very good-natured of Mademoiselle to defend my country, for all that," said the Lieutenant, with a smile. " We are unpopular with you just now, I believe. That I cannot help. It is a pity. But it is only a family quarrel, you know, and it will go away. And just now, it requires some courage to say a word for Germany, yes ? " " Why, Bell has been your bitterest enemy all through the war," said Tita, ashamed of the defection of her ancient ally. "I think you behaved very badly to the poor French people," said Bell, looking down, and evidently wishing that some good spirit or bad one would fly away with this embarrassing topic. The spirit appeared. There came to the open space in front of the inn a young girl about fifteen or sixteen, with a careworn and yet healthily-coloured face, and shrewd blue eyes. She wore a man's jacket, and she had a shillelagh in her hand, which she twirled about as she glanced at the windows of the inn. Then, in a hard, cracked voice, she began to sing a song. It was supposed to be rather a bold and dashing ballad, in which this oddly-clad girl with the shillelagh recounted her experiences of the opera, and told OF A PHAETON. 45 us how she loved champagne, and croquet, and various other fashionable diversions. There was something very curious in the forced gaiety with which she entered into these particulars, the shillelagh meanwhile being kept as still as circumstances would permit. But presently she sang an Irish song, describing herself as some free and easy Irish lover and fighter ; and here the bit of wood came into play. She thrust one of her hands, with an audacious air, into the pocket of the jacket she wore, while she twirled the shillelagh with the other ; and then, so soon as she had finished, her face dropped into a plaintive and matter-of-fact expression, and she came forward to receive pence. " She is scarcely our Lorelei," said the Count, " who sits over the Rhine in the evening. But she is a hard-working girl, you can see that. She has not much pleasure in life. If we give her a shilling, it will be much comfort to her." And with that he went out. But what was Tita's surprise to see him go up to the girl and begin to talk to her ! She, looking up to the big, brown-bearded man with a sort of awe, answered his questions with some appearance of shame- faced embarrassment : and then, when he gave her a piece of money, she performed something like a curtsey, and looked after him as he returned whistling to the door of the inn. Then we had dinner a plain, comfortable, wholesome meal enough ; and it seemed somehow in this old-fashioned parlour that we formed quite a family party. "VVe were cut off at last from the world of friends and acquaintances, and thrown upon each other's society in a very peculiar fashion. In what manner should we sit down to our final repast, after all this journey and its perils and accidents were over ? Tita, I could see, was rather grave, and perhaps speculating on the future ; while Bell and the young Lieutenant had got to talk of some people they recollected as living at Bonn some dozen years before. Nobody said a word about Arthur. 46 THE STRANGE- ADVENTURES CHAPTER Y. QUEEN TITANIA AFLOAT. " Say, Father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race, Disporting on thy margent green, The paths of pleasure trace, Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? " AT length we hit upon one thing that Count von Rosen could not do. When we had wandered down to the side of the Thames, just by Maidenhead Bridge, and opposite the fine old houses, and smooth lawns, and green banks that stand on the other margin of the broad and shallow river, we discovered that "the Lieutenant was of no use in a boat. And so, as the young folks would have us go up under the shadows of the leafy hills of Cliefden, there was nothing for it but that Tita and I should resort to the habits of earlier years, and show a later generation how to feather an oar with skill and dexterity. As Queen Titania stood by the boat-house, pulling off her gloves with economic forethought, and looking rather pensively at the landing-place and the boats and the water, she suddenly said " Is not this like long ago ? " " You talk like an old woman, Tita," observed one of the party. " And yet your eyes are as pretty as they were a dozen years ago, when you used to walk along the beach at Eastbourne, and cry because you were afraid of becoming the mistress of a house. And now the house has been too much for you ; and you are full of confused facts, and unintelligible figures, and petty anxieties ; until your re- sponsibilities have hidden away the old tenderness of your look, except at such -a moment as this, when you forget yourself. Tita, do you remember who pricked her finger to sign a document when she was only a schoolgirl, and who produced it years afterwards with something of a shame- faced pride ? " " Stuff ! " she said, angrily, but blushing dreadfully all the same ; and so, with a frown and an imperious manner, she stepped down to the margin of the river. OF A PHAETON. 47 Now mark this circumstance. In the old days of which my Lady was then thinking, she used to be very well content with pulling bow-oar when we two used to go out in the evenings. Now, when the Lieutenant and Bell had been comfortably placed in the stern, Tita daintily stepped into the boat and sat down quite naturally to pull stroke. She made no apology. She took the place as if it were hers by right. Such are the changes which a few years of married life produce. So Bell pulled the white tiller-ropes over her shoulder, and we glided out and up the glassy stream, into that world . of greenness and soft sounds and sweet odours that lay all around. Already something of Bell's prophecy was likely to come true ; for the clouds were perceptibly growing thinner overhead, and a diffused yellow light falling from no par- ticular place seemed to dwell over the hanging woods of Cliefden. It gave a new look, too, to the smooth river, to the rounded elms and tall poplars on the banks, and to the long aits beyond the bridge, where the swans were sailing close in by the reeds. " Look out ! " cried the Lieutenant, suddenly ; and at the same moment our coxswain, without a word of warning, shot us into a half-submerged forest that seemed to hide from us a lake on the other side. Tita had so little time to ship her oar that no protest was possible ; and then von Rosen, catching hold of the branches, pulled us through the narrow channel, and lo ! we were in a still piece of water, with a smooth curve of the river-bank on one side and a long island on the other, and with a pretty little house looking quietly down at us over this inland sea. We were no doubt still in the Thames ; but this house seemed so entirely to have become owner of the charming landscape around and its stretch of water in front, that Bell asked in a hurry how we could get away. Tita, being still a little indignant, answered not, but put her oar into the outrigger again, and commenced pulling. And then our coxswain, who was not so familiar with the tricks of the Thames at Maidenhead as some of us, discovered a north-west passage by which it was possible to return into the main channel of the stream, and we continued our voyage. When, at length, we had got by the picturesque old mill, 48 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES and reached the cataract of white water that came rush- ing down from the weir, it seemed as though the sky had entered into a compact with Bell to fulfil her predictions. For as we lay and rocked in the surge watching the long level line of foam come tumbling over in massive spouts and jets, listening to the roar of the fall, and regarding the swirling circles of bells that swept away downward on the stream there appeared in the west, just over the line of the weir, a parallel line of dark blood-red. It was but a streak as yet ; but presently it widened and grew more intense ; a great glow of crimson colour came shining forth ; and it seemed as if all the western heavens, just over that line of white foam, were becoming a mass of fire. Bell's transformation-scene was positively blinding ; and the bewilderment of the splendid colours was not lessened by the roar of the rushing river, that seemed strangely wild in the stillness of the evening. But when we turned to drop quietly down again, the scene around us was so perfect that Queen Titania had no heart to pull away from it. For now the hanging woods of beech and birch and oak had caught a glow of the sunset along their masses of yellow and green ; the broad stream had the purple of its glassy sweeps dashed here and there with red ; while in the far east a reflected tinge of pink mingled with the cold green, and lay soft and pure and clear over the low woods, and the river, and the bridge. As if by magic the world had grown suddenly light, ethereal, and full of beautiful colours ; and the clouds that still remained overhead had parted into long cirrhous lines, with pearly edges, and a touch of scarlet and gold along their western side. " What a drive we shall have this evening ! " cried Boll. " It will be a clear night when we get to Henley ; and there will be stars over the river ; and perhaps a moon who knows ? " "I thought you would have provided a moon, Made- moiselle," said the Lieutenant, gravely. " You have done very well for us this evening oh ! very well indeed. I have not seen any such beautiful picture for many years. You did very well to keep a dark day all day, and make us tired of cold colours and green trees ; and then you surprise us by this picture of magic oh ! it is very well done," OF A PHAETON. j$ " All that it wants," said Bell, with a critical eye, " is a little woman in a scarlet shawl under the trees there one of those nice fat little women who always wear bright shawls just to please landscape-painters making a little blob of strong colour, you know, like a ladybird among green moss. Eeally, I am quite grateful to a pleasant little countrywoman when she dresses herself ridiculously in order to make a land- scape look fine ; and how can you laugh at her when she comes near ? I sometimes think that she wears those colours, especially those in her bonnet, out of mere modesty. She does nofc know what will please you she puts in a little of everything to give you a choice. She holds up to you a whole bouquet of flowers, and says, ' Please, Miss, do you like blue ? for here is corn-cockle ; or red ? for here are poppies ; or yellow ? for here are rock-roses.' She is like Perdita, you know, going about with an armful of blossoms, and giving to everyone what she thinks will please them." " My dear," said Queen Tita, " you are too generous. I am afraid that the woman wears those things out of vanity. She does not know what colour suits her complexion best, and so wears a variety, quite sure that one of them must be the right one. And there ara plenty of women in town, as well as in the country, who do that too." " I hope you don't mean me," said Bell, contritely, as she leaned her arm over the side of the boat, and dipped the tips of her fingers into the glassy stream. But if we were to get to Henley to-night, there was no time for lingering longer about that bend by the river, with its islands and mills and woods. The great burst of colour in the west had been the expiring effort of the sun ; and when we got back to the inn, there was nothing left in the sky but the last golden and crimson traces of his going down. The river was becoming grey; and the Cliefden woods were preparing for the night by drawing over them- selves a thin veil of mist, which rendered them distant and shadowy, under the still lambent heavens. The phaeton was at the door ; our bill paid ; an extra shawl got out of the imperial although, in that operation, the Lieutenant nearly succeeded in smashing Bell's guitar. " It will be dark before we get to Henley," says Tita. - E 50 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES " Yes," I answer obediently. " And we are going now by cross-roads," she remarks. " The road is a very good one," I venture to reply. " But still it is a cross-road," she says. " Very well, then, my dear," I say, wondering what the little woman is after. " You must drive," she continues, " for none of us know the way." " Yes, m'm, please m'm : any more orders ? " " Oh, Bell," says my Lady, with a gracious air (she can change the expression of her face in a second), " would you mind taking Count von Eosen under your charge until we get to Henley ? I am afraid it will take both of us to find the road in the dark." "No, I will take you under my charge, Mademoiselle," said the Lieutenant, frankly ; and therewith he helped Bell into the phaeton, and followed himself. The consequence of this little arrangement was, that while Tita and I were in front, the young folks were behind : and no sooner had we started from the inn, got across the bridge, and were going down the road towards the village of Maidenhead proper, than Titania observed, in a very low voice " Do you know, my dear, our pulling together in that boat quite brought back old times ; and and and I wanted to be sitting up here beside you for a while, just to recall the old, old drives we used to have, you know, about here, and Henley, and Eeading. How long ago is it, do you think ? " That wife of mine is a wonderful creature. You would have thought she was as innocent as a lamb when she uttered these words, looking up with a world of sincerity and pathos in the big, clear, earnest, brown eyes. And the courage of the small creature, too, who thought she could deceive her husband by this open, transparent, audacious piece of hypocrisy ! " Madam," one answers her, with some care that the young folks should not overhear, " your tenderness overwhelms me." " What do you mean ? " she says, suddenly becoming as cold and as rigid as Lot's wife after the accident happened. " Perhaps," I venture to suggest, " you would like to OF A PHAETON. 51 have the hood up, and so leave them quite alone ? Our presence must be very embarrassing." " You are insulting Bell in saying such things," she says warmly ; " or perhaps it is that you would rather have her for a companion than your own wife." " Well, to tell you the truth, I would." " She shall not sit by the Lieutenant again." " I hope you don't mean to strangle her. We should arrive in Edinburgh in a sort of unicorn-fashion." Tita relapsed into a dignified silence that is always the way with her when she has been found out ; but she was probably satisfied by hearing the Count and Bell chatting very briskly together, thus testifying to the success of her petty stratagem. It was a pleasant drive, on that quiet evening, from Maidenhead across the lonely country that lies within the great curve of the Thames. Instead of turning off at the corner of Stubbing's Heath, and so getting into the road that runs by Hurley Bottom, we held straight on towards Wargrave, so as to have the last part of the journey lead us up by the side of the river. So still it was ! The road led through undulating stretches of common and past the edges of silent woods, while the sky was becoming pale and beautiful overhead, and the heights on the northern horizon between Cookham and Hurley were growing more and more visionary in the dusk. Sometimes, but rarely, we met a solitary wanderer coming along through the twilight, and a gruff " good-night " greeted us ; but for the most part there seemed no life in this lonely part of the country, where rabbits ran across the road in front of us, and the last rooks that flew by in the dusk seemed hastening on to the neighbourhood of some distant village. It was a mild, fresh evening, with the air still damp and odorous after the rain ; but overhead the sky still remained clear ; and here and there, in the partings of the thin cloud, a pale star or planet had became faintly visible. As last we got down into the village of Wargrave, and then it was nearly dark. There were a few people, mostly women, standing at the doors of the cottages ; and here and there a ray of yellow light gleamed out from a small window. As we struck into the road that runs parallel with the E 2 52 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES Thames, there were men coming home from their work ; and their talk was heard at a great distance in the stillness of the night. " How far are we from Henley ? " said Bell. " Are you anxious to get there ? " replied Queen Titania, smiling quite benignly. " No," said Bell, " this is so pleasant that I should like to go driving on until midnight, and we could see the moon coming through the trees." " You have to consider the horses," said the Lieutenant, bluntly. " If you do tire them too much on the first days, they will not go so long a journey. But yet we are some way off, I suppose ; and if Mademoiselle will sing something for us, I will get out the guitar." " You'd better get down and light the lamps, rather," I remark to those indolent young people ; whereupon the Count was instantly in the road, striking wax matches, and making use of curious expressions that seemed chiefly to consist of #'s and r's. So, with the lamps flaring into the darkness, we rolled along the highway that here skirts the side of a series of heights looking down into the Thames. Sometimes we could see a grey glimmer of the river beneath us through the trees ; at other times the road took us down close to the side of the water, and Castor got an opportunity of making a playful little shy or two ; but for the most part we drove through dense woods, that completely shut off the starlight overhead. More than once, indeed, we came to a steep descent that was buried in such total gloom that the Lieutenant jumped down and took the horses' heads, lest some unlucky step or stumble should throw us into the river. So far as we could make out, however, there was a sufficient wall on the side of the highway next the stream a rough old wall covered with plants and moss, that ran along the high and wooded bank. Suddenly Bell uttered a cry of delight. We had come to a cleft in the glade which showed us the Thames running by some sixty feet beneath us ; and on the surface of the water the young crescent of the moon was clearly mirrored. There was not enough moonlight to pierce the trees, or OF A PHAETON. 53 even to drown the pale radiance of the stars ; but the sharp disc of silver, as it glimmered on the stream, was sufficiently beautiful, and contained in itself the promise of many a wonderful night. " It has begun the journey with us," said Bell. " It is a young moon ; it will go with us all the month ; and we shall see it on the Severn, and on Windennere, and on the Solway, and on the Tweed. Didn't I promise you all a moon, sooner or later ? And there it is ! " " It does not do us much good, Bell," observed the driver, ruefully, the very horses seeming afraid to plunge into the gulfs of darkness that were spectrally peered into by the light of the lamps. " The moon is not for use," said Bell, " it is for magic ; and once we have got to Henley, and put the horses up, and gone out again to the river, you shall all stand back and watch in a corner, and let Queen Titania go forward to summon the fairies. And as you listen in the dark, you will hear a little crackling and rustling along the opposite shore ; and you will see small blue lights come out from the banks ; and small boats, with a glowworm at their prow, come out into the stream. And then from the boats, and from all the fields near where the mist of the river lies at night you will see wonderful small men and women of radiant blue flame come forward ; and there will be a strange sound like music in the trees ; and the river itself will begin to say, in a kind of laugh, i Titania, Titania ! you have been so long away years and years looking after servants, and the schooling of loys, and the temper of a fractious husband ' " " Bell, you are impertinent." " There are true words spoken in jest, sometimes," re- marked Queen Tita, with a dainty malice. " Your bearing rein in England is a cruelty to the horse you must take it away to-morrow," said the Lieutenant ; and this continuation of a practical subject recalled these scapegraces from their jibes. Here the road took us down by a gradual dip to the Thames again ; and for the last mile before reaching our destination we had a pleasant and rapid run along the side of the stream. Then the lights of Henley were seen to glimmer 54 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES l>efore us ; we crossed over the bridge ; and swerving round to the right, drove into the archway of the Bell Inn. " No, sir," remarked Dr. Johnson to Mr. Boswell, " there is nothing which has yet been contrived bv man, by which so much happiness is produced as by a good tavern or inn." He then repeated, with great emotion, we are told, Shenstone's lines " Whoe'er has travelled life's dull round, Where'er his stages may have been, May sigh to think he still has found The wannest welcome at an inn." And Mr. Boswell goes on to say : " "We happened to lie this night at the inn at Henley, where Shenstone wrote these lines." Now, surely, if ever belated travellers had reason to expect a cordial welcome, it was we four as we drove into the famous hostelry which had awakened enthusiasm in the poets and lexicographers of bygone days. But as Castor and Pollux stood under the archway, looking into the great dark yard before them, and as we gazed round in vain for the appearance of any waiter or other official, it occurred to Tita that the Bell Inn must have changed hands since Shenstone's time. Where was our comfortable welcome ? A bewildered maid-servant came to stare at our phaeton with some alarm. Plaintive howls for the ostler produced a lad from the darkness of the stables, who told us that the ostler was away somewhere. Another maid-servant came out, and also looked alarmed. The present writer, fearing that Tony Lumpkin, transformed into an invisible spirit, had played him a trick, humbly begged this young woman to say whether he had driven by mistake into a private house. The young person looked afraid. " My good girl," said Tita, with a gracious condescension, " will you tell us if this is the Bell Inn ? " " Yes, 'm ; of course, 'm." " And can we stay here to-night ? " " I'll bring the waiter, ma'am, directly." Meanwhile the Lieutenant had got down, and was fuming about the yard to rout out the ostler's assistants, or some people who could put up the horses. He managed to unearth no fewer than three men, whom he brought in a OF A PHAETON. 55 gang. He was evidently determined not to form his grooming of the horses at Twickenham into a precedent. At last there came a waiter, looking rather sleepy and a trifle helpless ; whereupon my Lady and Bell departed into the inn, and left the luggage to be sent after them. There appeared to be no one inside the house. The gases were eventually lit in the coffee-room ; some rugs and bags were brought in and placed upon the table ; and then Tita and her companion, not daring to remove their bonnets, sat down in arm-chairs and stared at each other. " I fly from pomp, I fly from plate ; I fly from falsehood's specious grin; But risk a ten times worser fate In choosing lodgings at an inn," this was what Bell repeated, in a gentle voice, on the very spot that is sacred to the memory of Shenstone's satisfac- tion. I requested the young man in the white tie to assign some reason for this state of affairs ; and Ms answer was immediately forthcoming. There had been a regatta a few days before. The excitement in the small town, and more especially in the " Bell," had been dreadful. Now a reaction had set in ; Henley and the " Bell " were alike deserted ; and we were the victims of a collapse. I complimented the waiter on his philosophical acumen, and went out to see what had befallen Count von Rosen and the horses. I found him standing in a stable that was dimly lighted by a solitary candle stuck against the wall, superintending the somewhat amateurish operations of the man who had undertaken to supply the ostler's place. The Lieutenant had evidently not been hectoring his companions ; on the contrary, he was on rather good terms with them, and was making inquiries about the familiar English names for chopped hay and other luxuries of the stable. He was examining the corn, too, and pronouncing opinion on the split beans which he had ordered. On the whole, he was satisfied with the place ; although he expressed his surprise that the ostler of so big an inn should be absent. When, at length, we had seen each of the horses supplied with an ample feed, fresh straw, and plenty of hay, the men $6 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES were turned out and the stable-door locked. He allowed them on this occasion to keep the key. As we crossed the yard, a rotund, frank, cheery-looking man appeared, who was presumably the ostler. He made a remark or two ; but the night-air was chill. "Now," said von Rosen, when we got into the big parlour, "we have to make ourselves pleasant and comfort- able. I do think we must all drink whisky. For myself, I do not like the taste very much ; but it looks very comfortable to see the steaming glasses. And I have brought out Mademoiselle's guitar, and she will sing us some songs, yes ? " " But you must also," answered Bell, looking down. " Oh, a hundred ! a thousand ! as many as you like ! " he said ; and then, with a sort of sigh, he took his cigar-case out of his pocket and laid it pathetically on the mantelpiece. There was an air of renunciation on his face. Forthwith he rang the bell ; and the waiter was asked to bring us certain liquors which, although not exclusively whisky, could be drunk in those steaming tumblers which the Lieutenant loved to see. " 0, come you from Newcastle ? " this was what Bell sang, with the blue ribbon of her guitar slung round her neck : " O, come you from Newcastle ? Come you not there away? And did you meet my true love, Riding on a bonny bay?" And as she sang, with her eyes cast down, the Lieutenant seemed to be regarding her face with a peculiar interest. He forgot to lift the hot tumbler that was opposite him on the table he had even forgotten Tita's gracious permission that he might have a cigar he was listening and gazing merely, in a blank silence. And when she had finished, he eagerly begged her to sing another of the old English songs. And she sang " O mistress mine, where are you roaming ? O mistress mine, where are you roaming? O stay and hear, your true love's coming, That can sing both high and low." OF A PHAETON. 57 And when she had finished, he once more eagerly begged her to sing another of those old songs ; and then, all of a sudden, catching sight of a smile on my Lady's face, he stopped, and apologized, and blushed rather, and said it was too bad that he had forgotten, and would himself try something on the guitar. When, ab length, the women had gone upstairs, he fetched down his cigar from the mantelpiece, lit it, stretched out his long legs, and said " How very English she is ! " " She ! who ? " " Why, your Miss Bell. I do like to hear her talk of England as if she had a pride in it ; and mention the names of towns as if she loved them because they were English ; and speak of the fairies and stories as if she was familiar with them because they belong to her own country. You can see how she is fond of everything that is like old times an old house, an old milestone, an old bridge everything that is peculiar and old and English. And then she sings, oh ! so very well so very well indeed ; and these old songs, about English places and English customs of village-life, they seem to suit her very well, and you think she herself is the heroine of them. But as for that young man in Twickenham, he is a very pitiful fellow." " How have you suddenly come to that conclusion ? " I inquire of our Lieutenant, who is lazily letting the cigar- smoke curl about his moustache and beard as he lies back and fixes his light blue eyes contemplatively on the ceiling. " How do I know ? I do not know : I think so. He ought to be very well satisfied of knowing a young lady like that and very proud of going to marry her instead of annoying her with bad tempers." " That is true. A young man under such circumstances cannot be too grateful or too amiable. They are not always so, however. You yourself, for example, when you parted from Fraulein Fallersleben Here the Lieutenant jumped up in his chair, and said with unnecessary vehemence " Donnerwetter ! look at the provocation I had ! It was not my ill-temper ; I am not more ill-tempered than other men : but when you know you mean very well, and that you 58 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES treat a woman as perhaps not all men would be inclined to do in the same case, and she is a hypocrite, and she pretends much, and at the same time she is writing to you, she is pfui ! I cannot speak of it ! " " You were very fond of her." "Worse luck."" " And you had a great fight, and used hard words to each other, and parted so that you would rather meet Beelzebub than her." ' " Why, yes, it is so : I would rather meet twenty Beelzebubs than her." " That is the way of you boys. You don't know that in after years, when all these things have got smooth and misty and distant, you will come to like her again ; and what will you think then of your hard words and your quarrels ? If you children could only understand how very short youth is, how very long middle age is, and how very dull old age is, if you could only understand how the chief occupation of the longer half of your life is looking back on the first short half of it you would know the value of storing up only pleasant recollections of all your old friends. If you find that your sweetheart is a woman compelled by her nature to fall in love with the man nearest her, and forget him who is out of the way, why devote her to the infernal gods ? In after years, you will be grateful to her for the pleasant days and weeks you spent with her, when you were both happy together ; and you will look back on the old times very tenderly ; and then, on those occasions when you German folks drink to the health of your absent dear ones, won't you be glad that you can include her who was dear enough to you in your youth ? " " That is very good ; it is quite true," said the Lieutenant, in almost an injured tone as if Fraulein Fallersleben were responsible. " Look for a moment," I say to my pensive pupil, " at the pull a man has who has spent his youth in pleasant scenery. When he gets old, and can do nothing better than look back, he has only to shut his eyes, and his brain is full of fresh and bright pictures of the old times in the country ; and the commonest landscape of his youth he will remember then as if it were steeped in sunlight." OF A PHAETON. 59 " That is quite true," said von Rosen, thoughtfully ; but the next moment he uttered an angry exclamation, started up from his chair, and began walking up and down the room. "It is all very well," he said, with an impatient vehemence, " to be amiable and forgiving when you are old because you don't care about it, that is the reason. When you are young, you expect fair play. Do you think if I should be seventy I will care one brass farthing whether Pauline that is, Fraulein Fallersleben was honest or no ? I will laugh at the whole affair then. But now, when you are ashamed of the deceit of a woman, is it not right you tell her ? Is it not right she knows what honest men and women think of her, yes ? "What will she think of you if you say to her, ' Farewell, Fraulein. You have behaved not very tvell ; hut I am amiable ; I will forgive you? " " There, again : you parted with her in wrath, because you did not like to appear weak and complaisant in her eyes." " At all events, I said what I felt," said the Lieutenant, warmly. " I do think it is only hypocrisy and selfishness to say, ' / hate this woman, hut I ivill he kind to her, because when I grow, old I will look hack and consider myself to have been very good? " " You have been deeply hit, my poor lad ; you are quite fevered about it now. You cannot even see how a man's own self-respect will make him courteous to a woman whom he despises ; and is he likely to be sorry for that courtesy, when he looks at it in cold blood, and recognizes the stupendous fact that the man who complains of the incon- stancy of a woman utters a reflection against Providence ? " " But you don't know you don't know," said the Count, pitching the end of his cigar into the grate, " what a woman this one showed herself to be. After ah 1 , it does not matter. But when I look at such a woman as your Miss Bell here " " Yes : when you look at her ? " " Why, I see the difference," said the Lieutenant, gloomily ; and therewith he pulled out another cigar. I stopped this, however, and rang for candles. As he lit his in rather a melancholy fashion, he said " It is a very good thing to see a woman like that young- 60 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES hearted, frank, honest in her eyes, and full of pleasantness, too, and good spirits oh ! it is very fine indeed, merely to look at her ; for you do believe that she is a very good girl, and you think there are good women in the world. But as for that young man at Twickenham " "Well, what of him?" The Lieutenant looked up from the candle ; but saw nothing to awaken his suspicions. " Oh," he said carelessly, as we left the room, " I do think him a most pitiful fellow." CHAPTER VI. A GIFT OF TONGUES. " My lady is an archer rare, And in the greenwood joyeth she ; There never was a marksman yet who could compare In skill with my ladie." EARLY morning in Henley ! From over the wooded hills in the east there comes a great flood of sunshine that lies warmly on the ruddy side of the old inn, on its evergreens, and on the slopes of sweet-scented mignonette, and sweet- briar, and various blossoms that adorn the bank of the river. The river itself, lying apparently motionless between level meadows, has its blue surface marred here and there by a white ripple of wind ; the poplars that stand on its banks are rustling in the breeze ; there are swallows dipping and skimming about the old bridge ; and ducks paddling along among the rushes and weeds ; and cattle browsing in the deep green ; and further on, some high-lying stretches of rye-grass struck into long and silvery w r aves by the succes- sive gusts. All the stir and motion of the new day have come upon us ; and Henley, clean, white, and red, with its town- hall shining brightly down its chief street, and all its high clusters of old-fashioned houses backed by a fringe of dark- wooded hill, shows as much life and briskness as are usually seen in a quaint, small, old-fashioned English town. But where the silence and the stillness of the morning dwell is OF A PHAETON. 61 away up the reach of the river. Standing on the bridge, you see the dark blue stream, reflecting a thousand bright colours underneath the town, gradually become paler in hue until it gets out amid the meadows and woods ; and then, with a bold white curve, that gleams as if it were some silver scythe, it sweeps under the line of low, soft hills which have grown pearly and grey in the tender morning mist. Bell is standing on the bridge, too. The Lieutenant has brought out her sketch-book, and she has placed it on the stone parapet before her. But somehow she seems dis- inclined to begin work thus early on our journey ; and, instead, her eyes are looking blankly and wistfully at the rich meadows, and the red cows, and the long white reach of the river shining palely beneath the faint green heights in the north. " Is Henley the prettiest town in the world, I wonder ? " she said. " Yes, if you think so, Mademoiselle," replied von Rosen, gently. She lifted her eyes towards him, as though she had been unaware of his presence. Then she turned to the Thames. " I suppose, if one were to live always among those bright colours, one would get not to see them, and would forget how fine is this old bridge, with the pretty town, and the meadows, and the stream. Seeing it only once, I shall never forget Henley, or the brightness of this morning." With that, she closed her sketch-book, and looked round for Tita. That small person was engaged in making herself extremely wretched about her boys and the pony ; and was becoming vastly indignant because she could get no one to sympathise with her wild imaginings of diverse perils and dangers. " Why, to hear you talk," she was saying at this moment, " one would think you had never experienced the feelings of a parent that you did not know you were the father of those two poor boys." " But for the sake of argument, if you wish to argue, we will grant the assumption." " Very pretty very ! " she said with a contemptuous smile. " And I will say this that if you had had to buy the pony, the boys would have had to wait long enough 62 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES before they were exposed to the dangers you think so little about now." " Madam," I observe, sternly, " you are the victim of what . theologians call invincible ignorance. I might have bought that pony and all its belongings for a 20?. note ; whereas I shall have to pay 40/. a year for its keep." " Oh, I know," says my Lady, with great sweetness, " how men exaggerate those things. It is convenient. They complain of the cost of the horses, of the heaviness of the taxes, and other things ; when the real fact is that they are trying to hide what they spend out of their income on cigars, and in their clubs when they go to town. I counted up our taxes the other day, and I don't believe that they have been over 121. for the whole of the last six months. Now you know you said they were nearly 55?. a year." " And you counted in those that are due next week, I presume ? " " Did you leave money to pay for them ? " she asks, mildly. " And you based your calculations on some solitary instalment for armorial bearings ? which you brought into the family, you know." " Yes," she replies, with an engaging smile. " That was one thing you did not require before I am sorry to have caused you so much expense. But you need not avoid the subject. Mrs. Quinet told me last week that she knows her husband pays every year 65/. for club-subscriptions, alone, and nearly SOL for cigars." " Then Mrs. Quinet must have looked into your eyes, my dear, and seen what an innocent little thing you are ; for your knowledge of housekeeping and other expenses, I will say, is as slight as need be ; and Mrs. Quinet has been simply making a fool of you. The Major belongs to two clubs, and in the one he pays eight guineas and in the other ten guineas a year. And he smokes Manillas at 25s. a hundred, which is equivalent, my dear though you will scarcely credit it to threepence apiece." " The money must go somehow," says Tita, defiantly. " That is a customary saying among women ; but it generally refers to their own little arrangements." " You avoid the question very skilfully." OF A PHAETON. 63 " I should have thought you would have preferred that." " "Why ? " she says, looking up. " Because you accused me of stinginess in not buying a pony for the boys ; and I showed you that I should have to pay 40/. a year for the brute." " Yes, showed me ! I suppose by that pleasing fiction you will gain another 20?. a year to spend on Partagas, and Murias, and trumpery stuff that the tobacconists tell you comes from abroad." " My dear," I say, " your insolence is astounding." " If you call speaking the plain truth insolence, I cannot help it. Bell, breakfast must be ready." " Yes, my Lady," says Bell, coming forward demurely. " But I wasn't doing anything." So they go off ; and the Count and I follow. " What is the matter ? " says he. " Do you know what a ' relish ' is at breakfast ? " " No." " Then don't marry, or you will find out." The tall young man with the brown beard and the light eyes shrugged his shoulders, and only said, as we walked to the inn " That is a very pleasant comedy, when it means nothing. If it was earnest, you would not find so much enjoyment in it no, not at all you would not amuse yourselves, like two children, instead of the parents of a family. But, my dear friend, it is a dangerous thing ; for some day you will meet with a stupid person, who will not understand how Madame and yourself do make-believe in that way ; and that person will be astonished, and will talk of it, and you will both have a very bad reputation among your friends." However, there was one amiable creature at the breakfast- table, and that was our pretty Bell. " Bell," I said, " I am going to sit by you. You never provoke useless quarrels about nothing ; you are never impertinent ; you never argue ; and you can look after a breakfast-table better than people twice your age." Bell prudently pretended not to hear ; indeed, she was very busy helping everybody and making herself very useful and pleasant all round. She seemed to have forgotten her independent ways ; and was so good-naturedly anxious to 64 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES see that the Lieutenant's coffee was all right, that he was apparently quite touched by her friendliness. And then she was very cheerful, too ; and was bent on brightening up the spirits of the whole party but in a dexterous, submissive, pliant fashion that the audacious young lady did not always affect. " Did you hear the cocks crowing this morning ? " she said, turning to von Rosen with her frank eyes. " I thought it was so pleasant to be woke up that way instead of listening to the milkman coming along a dismal London square, and calling up the maidservants with his ' El-cho ! ' ' El-cho ! ' But did you notice that one of the cocks cried quite plainly, ' Oh, go away I ' * Oh, go awa-a-ay ! ' which was a stupid animal to have near an inn ; and another fine fellow, who always started with a famous flourish, had got a cold, and at the highest note he went off at a tangent into something like a plaintive squeak. The intention of that crow, so far as it went, was far better than the feeble ' Oh, go aivay ! ' of the other ; and I was quite sorry for the poor animal. Do have some more toast, Count. He reminded me of poor Major Quinet, Tita, who begins a sentence very well ; but all at once it jerks up into the air goes off like a squib, you know, just below his nose ; and he looks amazed and ashamed, like a boy that has let a bird escape out of a bag." " You need not amuse yourself with the personal defects of your neighbours, Bell," said Tita, who did not expect to have Major Quinet brought forward again. " Major Quinet is a very well-informed and gentlemanly man, and looks after his family and his estate with the greatest care." " I must say, Tita," retorted Bell (and I trembled for the girl), " that you have an odd trick of furnishing people with a sort of certificate of character, whenever you hear their names mentioned. Yery likely the Major can manage his affairs in spite of his cracked voice ; but you know you told me yourself, Tita, that he had been unfortunate in money matters, and was rather perplexed just now. Of course, I wouldn't say such a thing of one of your friends ; but I have heard of bankrupts ; and I have heard of a poor little man being so burdened with debt, that he lookedjilike a mouse drawing a brougham, and then, of course, he had to OF A PHAETON. 65 go into the Court to 'ask them to unharness him. Do have some more coffee, Count ; I am sure that is quite cold." " You ought to be a little careful, Bell," says my Lady. " You know absolutely nothing of Major Quinet ; and yet you hint that he is insolvent." " I didn't did I ? " says Bell, turning to her companion. " No," replies the Count boldly. At this Tita looked astonished for a second ; but presently she deigned to smile, and say something about the wicked- ness of young people. Indeed, my Lady seemed rather pleased by Bell's audacity in appealing to the Lieutenant ; and she was in a better humour when, some time after, we went out to the river and got a boat. Once more upon the Thames, we pulled up the river, that lies here between wooded hills on the one side, and level meadows on the other. The broad blue stream was almost deserted ; and as we got near the green islands, we could see an occasional young moorhen paddle out from among the rushes, and then go quickly in again, with its white tail bobbing in unison with its small head and beak. We rowed into the sluice of the mill that lies under Park Place ; and there, having floated down a bit under some willows, we fixed the boat to a stump of a tree, landed, and managed to get into the road along which we had driven the previous night. As we ascended this pleasant path, which is cut through the grounds of various mansions, and looks down upon the green level of Wargrave Marsh and the shining meadows beyond the other bank of the river, the ascents and descents of the road seemed less precipitous than they had appeared the night before. "What we had taken, further, for wild masses of rock, and fearful chasms, and dangerous bridges, were found to be part of the ornamentation of a park the bridge spanning a hollow having been built of sham rock- work, which, in the daylight, clearly revealed its origin. Nevertheless, this road leading through the river-side woods is a sufficiently picturesque and pleasant one ; and in sauntering along for a mile or two and back we consumed a goodly portion of the morning. Then there was a brisk pull back to Henley ; and the phaeton was summoned to aear. the horses were put to, and the phaeton brought F 66 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES along, I found that von Rosen had quietly abstracted the bearing-reins from the harness, some time during the morning. However, no one could grudge the animals this relief, for the journey they had to make to-day, though not over twenty-three miles, was considerably hilly. Now Queen Tita had come early out, and had evidently planned a nice little arrangement. She got in behind. Then she bade Bell get up in front. The Lieutenant had lingered for a moment in search of a cigar-case ; and my Lady had clearly determined to ask him to drive so soon as he appeared. But, as she had not expressed any contrition for her conduct of that morning, some punishment was required ; and so, just as von Eosen came out, I took the reins, stepped up beside Bell, and he, of course, was left to join the furious little lady behind. " I thought the Count was going to drive," says Tita, with a certain cold air. " Surely the road to Oxford is easy to find." " It is," I say to her. " For you know all roads lead to Eome, and they say that Oxford is half-way to Kome argal " But knowing what effect this reference to her theological sympathies was likely to have on Tita, I thought it prudent to send the horses on ; and as they sprang forward and rattled up the main street of Henley, her retort, if any, was lost in the noise. There was a laugh in Bell's eyes ; but she seemed rather frightened all the same, and said nothing for some time. The drive from Henley to Oxford is one of the finest in England, the road leading gradually up through pleasant pastures and forest land until it brings you on to a common the highest ground south of the Trent from which you see an immeasurable wooded plain stretching away into the western horizon. First of all, as we left Henley on that bright morning, the sweet air blowing coolly among the trees, and bringing us odours from wild flowers and fields of new-mown hay, we leisurely rolled along what i& appropriately called the Fair Mile, a broad smooth highway running between Lambridge Wood and No Man's Hill, and having a space of grassy common on each side of it. This brought us to Assenton Cross, and here, the ascent getting OF A PHAETON. 67 much more stiff, Bell took the reins, and the Count and I walked up the hill until we reached Bix Turnpike. " What a curious name ! " said Bell, as she pulled the horses up for a moment. " Most likely," said the Lieutenant, who was looking at an ancient edition of Gary's Itinerary, " it is from the old Saxon lece, the beech-tree, which is plentiful here. But in this book I find it is Bixgibwen, which is not in the modern books. Now what is gibwen ? " " St. Caedwyn, of course," said Bell, merrily. " You laugh, but perhaps it is true," replied the Lieutenant, with the gravity befitting a student : " why not St. Caedwyn's beeches ? You do call many places about here by the trees. There is Assenton ; that is the place of ash-trees. We shall soon be at Nettlebed ; and then comes Nuffield, which is Nut-field, how do you call your wildnut-tree in England ? " " The hazel," said Bell, as we went on again. " But that is common-place ; I like the discovery about St. Caedwyn's beeches better : and here, sure enough, they are." The road at this point something less than a mile past Bix turnpike plunges into a spacious forest of beeches, which stretches along the summit of the hill almost on to Nettlebed. And this road is bordered by a strip of common which again leads into a tangled maze of bracken and briar ; and then you have the innumerable stems of the beeches, showing long vistas into the green heart of the wood. The sunlight was shimmering down on this wilderness, lying warmly on the road and its green margin, and piercing here and there with golden arrows the dense canopy of leaves beyond. High as we were the light breeze was shut off by the beeches ; and in the long broad cleft in which the road lay the air was filled with resinous odours, that of the tall and abundant brackens prevailing. An occasional jay fled screaming down between the smooth grey branches, giving us a glimpse of white and blue as it vanished ; but otherwise there seemed to be no birds about ; and the wild underwood and long alleys lay still and silent in the green twilight of the leaves. " It is very like the Black Forest, I think," said the Lieutenant. " Oh, it is much lighter in colour," cried Bell. " Look at F 2 68 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES all those silver-greys of the stems and the lichens, and the clear green overhead, and the light browns and reds beneath, where the sunlight shines down through a veil. It is lighter, prettier, more cheerful than your miles of solemn pines, with the great roads cut through them for the carts, and the gloom and stillness underneath where there is no growth of underwood, but only level beds of green moss, dotted with dropped cones." " You have a very accurate eye for colours, Mademoiselle ; no wonder you paint so well," was all that the Lieutenant said. But Tita warmly remonstrated with Bell. "You know, Bell," she said, "that all the Black Forest is not like that ; there is every variety of forest-scenery there. And pray, Miss Criticism, where were the gloomy pines and the solemn avenues in a certain picture which was sold at the Dudley last year for twenty-five solid English sovereigns ? " " You needn't tell Count von Rosen what my income is," said Bell. " I took two months to paint that picture." " That is a very good income," said the Lieutenant, with a smile. "I do not like people with large incomes," said Bell, dexterously avoiding that part of the subject. " I think they must have qualms sometimes, or else be callous. Now I would have everybody provided with a certain income, say 200?. a year ; but I would not like to prevent all competi- tion ; and so I would fix an income at which all people must stop. They might strive and strive if they liked, just like bells of air in a champagne glass, you know ; but they should only be able to reach a certain level in the end. I would have nobody with more than a 1,000?. a year ; that would be my maximum." " A thousand a year ! " exclaimed Tita. " Isn't a thou- sind ten hundred ? " " Yes," said Bell, after a second's calculation. " And suppose you have one hundred to pay for two boys at school, and three hundred for rent, and another hundred for the keep of two horses, and a hundred and fifty for servants' wages " " Perhaps, Tita," I suggested in the meekest possible way, " you might as well tell Count von Rosen what you pay for OF A PHAETON. 69 a leg of mutton, so that when he next comes to dine with us he may feel himself all the more at home." It is well that the lightning which is said to dart from women's eyes is a harmless sort of thing a flash in the pan, as it were, which is very pretty, but sends no deadly lead out. However, as Queen Tita had really behaved herself very well since we set out from Henley, I begged Bell to stop and let us in, and then I asked the Lieutenant if he would drive. By this time we had walked the horses nearly to the end of the pleasant stretch of beechwood, which is about a mile and a half long ; and before us was a bit of breezy common and the village of Nettlebed. Von Eosen took the reins and sent the animals forward. * " Why did you not continue to drive ? " said Tita, rather timidly, when I had taken my seat beside her. " Because we shall presently have to go down steep hills : and as the Count took off the bearing-reins this morning, we may as well hold him responsible for not letting the horses down." " I thought perhaps you wanted to sit beside me," she said, in a low voice. " Well, now you mention it, my dear, that was the reason." "It would have been a sufficient reason a good many years ago," she said, with a fine affectation of tenderness ; " but that is all over now. You have been very rude to me." " Then don't say anything more about it : receive my forgiveness, Tita." " " That was not the way you used to speak to me when we were at Eastbourne," she said ; and with that she looked very much as if she were going to cry. Of course she was not going to cry. She has liad the trick of looking like that from her youth upward ; but as it is really about as pretty and pathetic as the real thing, it invariably answers the same purpose. It is understood to be a signal of surrender, a sort of appeal for compassion ; and so the rest of this conversation, being of a quite private nature, need not be made public. The Count was taking us at a brisk pace across the bit of 70 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES common ; and then we rattled into the little clump of red- brick houses which forms the picturesque village of Nettle- bed. Now if he had been struck with some recollection of the Black Forest on seeing Nettlebed Wood, imagine his surprise on finding the little inn in the village surmounted by a picture of a white deer with a royal crown on its head, a fair resemblance to the legendary creature that appeared to St. Hubertus, and that figures in so many of the Schwarz- wald stories and pictures. However, we were out of Nettle- bed before he could properly express his astonishment ; and in the vast picture that was now opening out before us there was little that was German. "We stopped on the summit of Nuffield Heath, and found below, as far as the eye could reach, the great and fertile plain of Berkshire, with a long and irregular line of hill shutting it in on the south. In this plain of Fields as they are called Wallingford Field, Didcot Field, Long Whitten- ham Field, and so on small villages peeped out from among the green woods and pastures, where a faint blue smoke rose up into the sunshine. Here, as Bell began to expound for she had been reading " The Scouring of the White Horse " and various other books to which that romantic monograph had directed her some notable things had happened in the olden time. Along that smooth line of hill in the south now lying pale in the haze of the light the Romans had cut a road which is still called the Ridgeway or Iccleton Street ; and in the scattered villages, from Pangbourne in the south-east to Shellingford in the north-west, traces of the Roman occupation have been frequently found. Then, underneath that blue ridge of hill and down lay Wantage, in which King Alfred was born ; and further on the ridge itself becomes Dragon's Hill, where St. George slew the beast that ravaged this fair land ; and there, as all men know, is the figure of the White Horse cut on the slope to commemorate the great battle of Ashdown. " And Ashdown, is that there also ? " asked the Lieu- tenant. " Well, no," said Bell, trying to remember what she had been told ; " I think there is some doubt about it. King Alfred, you know, fell back from Reading, when he was beaten, but he stopped somewhere on the hills near OF A PHAETON. 71 " Why not the hill we have just come up ? " said the Lieutenant, with a laugh. " It is near Reading, is it not ? and there you have Assenton, which is Ashenton, which is Ashendown, which is Ashdown." " Precisely," responded Tita, with a gracious smile. " All you have to do is to change John into Julius, and Smith into Caesar, and there you are." " But that is not fair, Tita," said Bell, turning round, and pleading quite seriously. "Assenton is the same as Ashendon ; and that is the name of the place where the battle was fought. I think Count von Rosen is quite right." " Well, if you think so, Bell, that settles it," said my Lady, looking rather pleased than otherwise. And so we began to descend into this plain of many memories by a steep road that is appropriately called Gangsdown Hill. From thence a succession of undulations carried us into the green breadths of Crowmarsh Field ; until, finally, we drove into the village of Bensington, and pulled up at the " Crown " there, where we proposed to have some luncheon. " This is a village of the dead," said Tita, looking down the main thoroughfare, where not a living soul was to be seen. But at all events a human being appeared in the yard not a withered and silent ostler, but a stout, hale, cheerful person, whose white shirt-sleeves and gold chain proclaimed him landlord. With the aid of a small boy, he undertook to put the horses up for an hour or two ; and then we went into the inn. Here we found that, as the man in the yard was at once landlord and ostler, his wife inside was landlady, cook, and waitress ; and in a short space of time she had brought us some excellent chops. Not much time was spent over the meal ; for the parlour in which we sat albeit it was a sort of museum of wonderful curiosities, and was, more- over, enlivened by the presence of a crack-voiced cockatoo was rather small and dark. Accordingly, while the horses were having their rest, we sauntered out to have a look at Bensington. It is probably not the dullest little village in England, but it would be hard to find a duller. There was an old shepherd with a crook in his hand and a well-worn smock 72 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES frock on his back, who was leaning over the wooden palings in front of a house, and playfully talking to a small boy who stood at an open door. With many old country people it is considered the height of raillery to alarm a boy with stories of the punishment he is about to receive for something, and to visit him with an intimation that all his sins have been found out. This old shepherd, with his withered pippin face, and his humorous grin, and his lazy arms folded on the top of the palings, was evidently enjoying himself vastly. " A wur a-watchin' o' thee, a wur, and thy vather, he knaws, too, and he'll gie thee thy vairin wi' a good tharn stick when he comes hwom. A zah thee this marnin', iny lad thou'lt think nah one wur thear, eh ? " We left this good-natured old gentleman frightening the boy, and went round to the outskirts of the village. Here, at last, we found one explanation of the inordinate silence of Bensington the children were all at their lessons. The door of the plain little building, which had BRITISH SCHOOL inscribed over the entrance, was open, and from within there issued a low, confused murmur. The Prussian, anxious to see something of the interior of an English school, walked up to the place ; but he had just managed to cast a glance round on the rows of children when the door was politely shut in his face, and he returned, saying " I am not an inspector ; why need they fear ? " But when, after wandering about the suburban gardens and by-ways for a time, we returned to Bensington, we found that important village in a state of profound excite- ment. In the main thoroughfare a concourse of five people had assembled three women and two children ; and from the doors of the houses on both sides of the street innumer- able faces, certainly not less than a dozen, were gazing forth. It is true that the people did not themselves come out they seemed rather to shrink from courting publicity ; but they were keenly alive to what was going on, and Bensington had become excited. For there had appeared in the main street a little, dry, odd old man, who was leading a small donkey-cart, and who was evidently rather the worse for liquor. He was a seller of peas. He had summoned the inhabitants to come out and buy the peas, and he was offering them on what we were told were OF A PHAETON. 73 very reasonable terms. But just as the old man was beginning to enjoy the receipt of custom, there drove into the place a sharp, brisk, middle-aged man, with a shiny face, a fine presence, and a ringing voice. This man had a neat cart, a handsome pony, and his name was printed in large letters, so that all could read. He was also a seller of peas. Now, although this rude and ostentatious owner of the pony was selling his produce at fourpence, while the humble proprietor of the donkey sold his at threepence, the women recalled their children and bade them go to the dearer market. There was something in the appearance of the man, in the neatness of his cart, and in the ringing cheerfulness of his voice, which told you he sold good peas. This was the cause of the great perturbation in Bensington ; for no sooner did the half-tipsy old man see that his rival was carrying the day before him than he leaned his arms over his donkey's head, and began to make ironical com- ments on his enemy and on the people of Bensington. He was apparently in the best of spirits. You would have thought it delighted him to see the small girls come timidly forward to him, and then be warned away by a cry from their mothers that they were to go to the other cart. Nay, he went the length of advertising his neighbour's wares. He addressed the assembled multitudes by this time there were nearly fifteen people visible in Bensington and told them he wouldn't sell his peas if he was to get a fortune for them. " Pay your foppence," he said to them, in accents which showed he was not of Bensington born ; " there are yer right good peas. It's all along o' my donkey as you'll not take mine, though they're only thrippence. I wouldn't sell. I won't sell this day. Take back yer money. I won't sell my peas at a crown apiece darned if I do I " And with that he left his donkey and went over to the proprietor of the pony. He was not in a fighting mood not he. He challenged his rival to run the pony against the donkey, and offered to bet the donkey would be in London a week before the other. The man in the cart took no notice of these sallies. In a brisk, practical, methodical fashion, he was measuring out his peas, and handing them down to the uplifted bowls that surrounded him. Sometimes he grinned in a good-natured way at the facetious remarks 74 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES of his unfortunate antagonist ; but all the same he stuck to his business and drove a thriving trade. How there came to be on that afternoon so many people in Bensington who wished to buy peas must remain a mystery. " And now," said Bell, as we once more got into the phaeton, " we shall be in Oxford in two hours. Bo you think the post-office will be open ? " " Very likely," said Tita, with some surprise ; " but do you expect letters already, Bell ? " " You cannot tell," said the young lady, with just a shade of embarrassment, " how soon Kate may send letters after us. And she knows we are to stop a day at Oxford. It will not be too dark to go hunting for the post-office, will it?" " But you shall not go," said the Lieutenant, giving a shake to the reins, as if in obedience to Bell's wish. " When you have got to the hotel, I will go and get your letters for you." " Oh no, thank you," said Bell, in rather a hurried and anxious way. " I should prefer much to go for them myself, thank you.*" That was all that was said on the subject ; and Bell, we noticed, was rather silent for the first few miles of our after- noon drive. The Lieutenant did his best to amuse her, and carried on a lively conversation chiefly by himself. That mention of letters seemed to have left Bell rather serious ; and she was obviously not over-delighted at the prospect of reaching Oxford. The road from Bensington thither is pleasant enough, but not particularly interesting. For the most part it descends by a series of undulations into the level plain watered by the Isis, the Cherwell, and the Thames. But the mere notion of approaching that famous city, which is consecrated with memories of England's greatest men statesmen and divines, melancholy philosophers and ill-starred poets is in itself impressive, and lends to the rather common-place landscape an air of romance. While as yet the old town lies unseen amid the woods that crowd up to the very edge of the sky, one fancies the bells of the colleges are to be heard as Pope heard them when he rode, a solitary horseman, over these very hills, and down into the plain, and up to Magdalen OF A PHAETON. 75 Bridge.* We cared little to look at the villages, strung like beads on the winding thread of the highway Shelling! ord, Dorchester, Nuneham Courtenay, and Sandford ; nor did we even turn aside to go down to Iffley and the Thames. It was seven when we drew near Oxford. There were people sauntering out from the town to have their evening walk. When, at last, we stopped to pay toll in front of the old lichen-covered bridge across the Cherwell, the tower of Magdalen College and the magnificent elms on the other side of the way, had caught a tinge of red from the lurid sunset, and there was a faint reflection of crimson down on the still waters that lay among the rank green meadows. Then we drove on into the High Street, and here, in the gathering dusk, the yellow lamps were beginning to glimmer. Should we pull up at the Angel that famous hostelry of ancient times, whose name used to be inscribed on so many notable coaches ? " We put up at the Angel Inn," writes Mr. Boswell, " and passed the evening by ourselves in easy and familiar conversation." Alas ! the Angel is now no more. Or shall we follow the hero of the Splendid Shilling, who, " When nightly mists arise, To Juniper's Magpie or Town Hall repairs ? " They, too, are gone. But as Castor and Pollux, during these moments of doubt and useless reminiscence, are still taking us over the rough stones of the " High," some decision must be come to ; and so, at a sudden instigation, Count von Rosen * " Nothing could have more of that melancholy which once used to please me, than my last day's journey ; for after having passed through my favourite woods in the forest, with a thousand reveries of past pleasures, I rid over hanging hills, whose tops were edged with groves, and whose feet watered with winding rivers, listening to the falls of cataracts below, and the murmuring of the winds above ; the gloomy verdure of Stonor succeeded to these, and then the shades of evening overtook me. The moon rose in the clearest sky I ever saw, by whose solemn light I paced on slowly, without company, or any interruption to the range of my thoughts. About a mile before I reached Oxford, all the bells tolled in different notes ; the clocks of every college answered one another and sounded forth (some in deeper, some in a softer tone) that it was eleven at night. All this was no ill preparation to the life I have led since among those old walls, venerable galleries, stone porticoes, studious walks, and solitary scenes of the University." Pope to Mrs. Martha Blount. [Stonor Park lies about two miles to the right of Bix turnpike.] 76 THE STRANGE ADVENTURES pulls up in front of the Mitre, which is an appropriate sign for the High Street of Oxford, and betokens age and respectability. The stables of the Mitre are clean, well-ventilated, and well-managed indeed, no better stables could have been found for putting up the horses for their next day's rest. "When we had seen to their comfort, we returned to the inn, and found that my Lady and Bell had not only had all the luggage conveyed to our respective rooms, but had ordered dinner, changed their attire, and were waiting for us in the square, old-fashioned, low-roof ed coffee-room which looks out into the High Street. A tall waiter was laying the cloth for us ; the lights were lit around the wall ; our only companions were two elderly gentlemen who sat in a remote corner, and gave themselves up to politics ; and Bell, having resolved to postpone her inquiry about letters until next morning in obedience to the very urgent entreaties of the Lieutenant seemed all the more cheerful for that resolution. But if our two friends by the fire-place could not over- hear our talk, we could overhear theirs ; and all the time we sat at dinner, we were receiving a vast amount of enlighten- ment about the condition of the country. The chief spokesman was a short, stout person, with a fresh, healthy, energetic face, keen grey eyes, bushy grey whiskers, a bald head, and a black satin waistcoat ; his companion a taller and thinner man, with straight black hair, sallow cheeks, and melancholy dark eyes ; and the former, in a somewhat pompous manner, was demonstrating the blindness of ordinary politicians to the wrath that was to come. Lord Palmerston saw it, he said. There was no statesman ever like Lord Palmerston there would never be his like again. For was not the North bound to fight the South in every country ? And what should we do if the men of the great manufacturing towns were to come down on us ? There were two Englands in this island and the Westminster Houses knew nothing of the rival camps that were being formed. And did not the North always beat the South ? Did not Koine beat Carthage ? and the Huns the Romans ? and the Northern States the Southern States ? and Prussia Austria ? and Germany France ? And when the big-limbed OF A PHAETON. 77 and determined men of Birmingham, Leeds, Manchester, Preston, Newcastle, and such towns, rose to sweep aside the last feudal institutions of this country, of what avail would he a protest on the part of the feeble and self-indulgent South ? " This kingdom, Sir," said the gentleman with the satin waistcoat and gold seals, in such lofty tones that Count von Eosen scarcely minded his dinner