Ill mm .<^f%. LIBRARY THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SANTA BARBARA PRESENTED BY Mr. H. H. Kil ianl Willie beckoned her mysteriously Original Etching 31UustratPiJ ^trrlittQ iEbilimt LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG CHRISTIE JOHNSTONE By CHARLES READE, D. C. L. BOSTON DANA E5TE.S & COMPANY PUBLISHERS W LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG PAGE Twelve o'clock came and found them still wallow- ing IN modern antiquity 25 The carriage went on, and left him standing in the road 183 " I AM SORRY I CAME TO SPOIL YOUR PLEASURE " . . 304 CHRISTIE JOHNSTONE Willie beckoned her mysteriously . . . Frontispiece Chriistie Johnstone 18 Our artist used to work, and Christie tell him stories the while 57 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. CHAPTER L Nearly a quarter of a century ago, Lucy Fountain, a young lady of beauty and distinction, was, by the death of her mother, her sole surviving parent, left in the hands of her two trustees, Edward Fountain, Esq., of Font Abbey, and Mr. Bazalgette, a merchant whose wife was Mrs. Fountain's half-sister. They agreed to lighten the burden by dividing it. She should spend half the year with each trustee in turn, until marriage should take her off their hands. Our mild tale begins in Mr. Bazalgette's house two years after the date of that arrangement. The chit-chat must be your main clew to the charac- ters. In life it is the same. Men and women won't come to you ticketed, or explanation in hand. " Lucy, you are a great comfort in a house : it is so nice to have some one to pour out one's heart to ; my husband is no use at all." " Aunt Bazalgette ! " " In that way. You listen to my faded illusions, to the aspirations of a nature too finely organized, ah! to find its happiness in this rough selfish world ; when I open my bosom to him, what does he do ? guess now, — whistles." A 4 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " Then I call that rude." " So do I, and then he whistles more and more." "Yes; but, aunt, if any serious grief or trouble fell upon you, you would find Mr. Bazalgette a much greater comfort and a better stay than poor spiritless me." " Oh, if the house took fire and fell about our ears, he would come out of his shell, no doubt ; or if the chil- dren all died one after another, poor dear little souls : but those great troubles only come in stories. Give me a friend that can sympathize with the real hourly mortifica- tions of a too susceptible nature ; sit on this ottoman, and let me go on ; where was I, when Jones came and inter- rupted us ? they always do just at the interesting point." Miss Fountain's face promptly wreathed itself into an expectant smile ; she abandoned her hand, and her ear, and leaned her graceful person towards her aunt, while that lady murmured to her in low and thrilling tones — his eyes, his long hair, his imaginative expressions, his romantic projects of frugal love ; how her harsh papa had warned Adonis off the premises, how Adonis went without a word (as pale as death, love), and soon after in his despair flung himself — to an ugly heiress, and how this disappointment had darkened her whole life, and so on. Perhaps if Adonis had stood before her now, rolling his eyes, and his phrases hot from the annuals, the flourishing matron might have sent him to the servants' hall with a wave of her white and jewelled hand. But the melody disarms this sort of brutal criticism : a woman's voice relating love's young dream : and then the picture ; a matron still handsome pouring into a lovely virgin's ear the last thing she ought ; the young beauty's eyes mimicking sympathy, the ripe beauty's soft delicious accents — purr ! purr ! purr ! Crash overhead! a window smashed, aie ! aie ! clatter! LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 5 clatter! screams of infantile rage and feminine remon- strance, feet pattering, and a general hullah-baloo, cut the soft recital in two. The ladies unclasped hands like guilty things surprised. Lucy sprang to her feet : the oppressed one sank slowly and gracefully back inch by inch on the ottoman with a sigh of ostentatious resignation, and gazed martyr-like on the chandelier. " Will you not go up to the nursery ? " cried Lucy in a flutter. "No, dear," replied the other faintly, but as cool as a marble slab, " you go, cast some of your oil upon those ever troubled waters, and then come back and let us try once more." Miss Fountain heard but half this sentence : she was already gliding up the stairs. She opened the nursery door, and there stood in the middle of the room, " Original Sin." Its name after the flesh was Master Reginald ; it was half-past six, had been baptized in church, after which every child becomes, according to certain polemic divines of the day, "a little soul of Christian fire," — until it goes to a public school : and there it straddled, two scarlet cheeks puffed out with rage, soft flaxen hair streaming, cerulean eyes glowing, the poker grasped in two chubby fists : it had poked a window in vague ire, and now threatened two females with extinction if they ailed it any more. The two grown-up women were discovered, erect but flat in distant corners, avoiding the bayonet and trusting to their artillery. "Wicked boy!" ^ " Naughty boy ! " > (grape). " Little ruffian," etc. J And hints as to the ultimate destination of so san- guinary a soul (round shot). 6 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " Ah, here's miss. Oh ! miss, we are so glad you are come up ; don't go a-nigh him, miss ; he is a tiger." Miss Fountain smiled, and went gracefully on one knee beside him; this brought her angelic face level with the fallen cherub's. " What is the matter, dear ? " asked she, in a tone of soft pity. The tiger was not prepared for this ; he dropped his poker and flung his little arms round his cousin's neck. ''' I love YOU, oh ! oh ! oh ! " " Yes, dear : then tell me now ; what is the matter ? What have you been doing ? " " Koth — noth — nothing — it's th — them been na — a — agging me ! " " Nagging you ? " and she smiled at the word and a tiger's horror of it. "Wlio has been nagging you, love ? " "Th — those — bit — bit — it." The word^ was unfor- tunately lost in a sob. It was followed by red faces and two simultaneous yells of remonstrance and objur- gation. ''I must ask you to be silent a minute," said Miss Fountain quietly. " Reginald, what do you mean by — by — nagging?" Reginald explained. " By nagging he meant — why — nagging." " Well, then, what had they been doing to him ? " " No ! " poor Reginald was not analytical, dialectical, and critical, like certain pedanticules, Avho figure in story as children. He was a terrible infant, not a horrible one. "They won't fight — and they won't make it up, and they keep nagging," was all could be got out of him. "Come with me, dear," said Lucy gravely. "Yes," assented the tiger softly, and went out awe-struck, hold- I Bit-ter, bad bargains. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG, 7 ing her hand and paddling three steps to each of her serpentine glides. Seated in her own room, Tiger at knee, she tried topics of admonition ; during these his eyes wandered about the room in search of matter more amusing ; so she was obliged to bring up her reserve. " And no young lady will ever marry you." *' I don't want them to, cousin. I wouldn't let them ; you will marry me : because you promised." " Did I ? " " Why, you know you did ; upon your honor : and no lady or gentleman ever breaks their word when they say that ; you told me so yourself," added he of the incon- venient memory. "Ah, but there is another rule that I forgot to tell you." "^Vhatis that?" " That no lady ever marries a gentleman who has a violent temper." " Oh, don't they ? " "No, they would be afraid; if you had a wife, and took up the poker, she would faint away — and die — perhaps." " Oh, dear ! " " I should." " But, cousin, you would not ivant the poker taken to you — you never nag." " Perhaps that is because we are not married yet." "What then, when we are, shall you turn like the others ? " "Impossible to say." " Well, then (after a moment's hesitation), I'll marry you all the same." "No! you forget, I shall be afraid till your temper mends." 8 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " I'll mend it. It is mended now. See how good I am noAv," added he with self-admiration and a shade of surprise. " I don't call this mending it ; for I am not the one that offended you ; mending it is promising me never, never to call naughty names again ; how would you like to be called a puppy-dog ? " " I'd kill 'em." " There, you see — then how can you expect poor nurse to like it?" "You don't understand, cousin; Tom said to George the groom that Mrs. Jones was an — old — stingy " — '^ I don't want to hear anything about Tom." " He is such a clever fellow, cousin. So I think, if Jones is an old one, those two that keep nagging me must be young ones. AVhat do you think yourself ? " asked Reginald, appealing suddenly to her candor. " And no doubt it was Tom that taught you this other vulgar word ' nagging,' " was the evasive reply. "ISTo, that was mamma." Lucy colored, wheeled quickly, and demanded severely of the terrible infant, "■ Who is this Tom ? " " What, don't you know Tom ? " Reginald began to lose a grain of his respect for her. " Why, he helps in the stables ; oh, cousin, he is such a nice fellow." " Reginald, I shall never marry you if you keep com- pany with grooms, and speak their language." " Well ! " sighed the victim, " I'll give up Tom sooner than you." "Thank you, dear — now I am flattered. One struggle more : we must go together and ask the nurses' jjardons." " Must we ? ugh ! " " Yes — and kiss them, — and make it up." Reginald made a wry face ; but, after a pause of solemn reflection, he consented on condition that Lucy LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 9 would keep near him, and kiss him directly after- wards. " I shall be svire to do that, because you will be a good boy then." Outside the door Keginald paused — "I have a favor to ask you, cousin — a great favor. You see, I am very little : and you are so big ; now the husband ought to be the biggest." " Quite my own opinion, Reggy." " Well, dear, now, if you would be so kind as not to grow any older, till I catch you up, I shall be so very, very, very much obliged to you, dear." "1 will try, Reggy. Twenty is a very good age. I will stay there as long as my friends will let me." " Thank you, cousin." " But that is not what we have in hand." The nurses were just agreeing what a shame it was of miss to take that little vagabond's part against them, when she opened the door. " Nurse, here is a penitent, a young gentleman who is never going to use rude words, or be violent and naughty again." " La, miss ! why, it is witchcraft — the dear child — soon up, and soon down, as a boy should." "Beg par'n nurse — beg par'n Kitty," recited the dear child, late tiger, and kissed them both hastily : and, the double formula gone through, ran to Miss Fountain and kissed her with warmth while the nurses were reciting " little angel," " all heart," etc. " To take the taste out of my mouth," explained the penitent, and was left with his propitiated females : and didn't they nag him at short intervals until sunset ! But, strong in the contemplation of his future union with cousin Lucy, this great heart in a little body despised the pins and needles that had goaded him to fury before. Lucy went down to the drawing-room. She found 10 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. Mrs. Bazalgette leaning with one elbow on the table, her hand shading her high polished forehead ; her grave face reflected great mental power taxed to the uttermost. So Newton looked, solving Nature. Miss Fountain came in full of the nursery business, but catching sight of so much mind in labor, approached it with silent curiosity. The oracle looked up with an absorbed air, and deliv- ered itself very slowly, with eye turned inwards. " I am afraid — I don't think — I quite like my new dress." " That is unfortunate." " That would not matter ; I never like anything till I have altered it ; but here is Baldwin has just sent me word that her mother is dying, and she can't undertake any work for a week. Provoking — couldn't the woman die just as well after the ball ? " " Oh, aunt ! " " And my maid has no more taste than an owl. What on earth am I to do ? " " Wear another dress." '' What other can I ? " " Nothing can be prettier than your white mousseline- de-soie with the tartan trimming." " No : I have worn that at four balls already ; I won't be known by my colors like a bird. I have made up my mind to wear the jaune, and I will in sjiite of them all ; that is, if I can find anybody who cares enough for me to try it on and tell me what it wants." Lucy offered at once to go with her to her room, and try it on. " No — no — it is so cold there — we will do it here by the fire — you will find it in the large wardrobe, dear — mind how you carry it, Lucy ! — lots of pins." Mrs. Bazalgette then rang the bell and told the servant to say she was out if any one called, no matter who. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 11 Meantime Lucy, impressed with the gravity of her office, took the dress carefully down from the pegs ; and as it would have been death o crease it, and destruction to let its hem sweep against any of the inferior forms of matter, she came down the stairs and into the room, holding this female weapon of destruction as high above her head as Judith waves the sword of Holofernes in Etty's immortal picture. The other had just found time to loosen her dress and lock one of the doors ; she now locked the other, and the rites began. WeU ! ! ? ? " It fits you like a glove." " Really ? tell the truth now ; it is a sin to tell a story — about a new gown — what a nuisance one can't see behind one." "I could fetch another glass, but you may trust my word, aunt. This point behind is very becoming, it gives distinction to the waist." " Yes — Baldwin cuts these bodies better than Olivier ; but the worst of her is, when it comes to the trimming you have to think for yourself; the woman has no mind; she is a pair of hands, and there is an end of her." " I must confess it is a little plain, for one thing," said Lucy. " Why, you little goose, you don't think I am going to wear it like this. No, I thought of having down a wreath and bouquet from Foster's of violets and heart's- ease — the bosom and sleeves covered with blonde, you know, and caught up here and there with a small bunch of the flowers. Then, in the centre heart's-ease of the bosom, I meant to have had two of my largest diamonds set — hush ! " The door-handle worked viciously ; then came rap I rap ! rap ! rap ! 12 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " Tic — tic — tic — this is always the way. Who is there ? go away — you can't come here." "But I want to speak to you — what the deuce are you doing ? " said through the keyhole the wretch that owned the room in a mere legal sense. " We are trying a dress. Come again in an hour." " Confound your dresses ! Who is we ? " " Lucy has got a new dress." " Aunt," whispered Lucy, in a tone of piteous expos- tulation. "Oh, if it is Lucy. Well, good-by, ladies. I am obliged to go to London at a moment's notice, for a couple of days. You will have done by when I come back, perhaps : " and off went Bazalgette whistling, but not best pleased. He had told his wife more than once that the drawing-rooms and dining-rooms of a house are the public rooms, and the bedrooms the private ones. Lucy colored with mortification ; it was death to her to annoy any one ; so her aunt had thrust her into a cruel position. " Poor Mr. Bazalgette ! " sighed she. " Fiddle-de-dee. Let him go ; and come back in a better temper, — set transparent ; so then backed by the violet you know they will imitate dew-drops to the life." " Charming ! Why not let Olivier do it for you, as poor Baldwin cannot ? " "Because Olivier works for the Claytons, and we should have that Emily Clayton coming out as my double, and as we visit the same houses " — "And as she is extremely pretty — aunt, what a gen- eralissima you are ! " " Pretty ! Snub-nosed little toad. No. She is not pretty. But she is eighteen : so I can't afford to dress her. No. I see I shall have to moderate my views for this gown, and buy another dress for the flowers and LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 13 diamonds. There, take it off, and let us think it calmly over. I never act in a hurry but I am sorry for it after- wards, I mean in things of real importance." The gown was taken off in silence, broken only by occasional sighs from the sufferer, in whose heart a dozen projects battled fiercely for the mastery and worried and sore perplexed her, and rent her inmost soul fiercely divers ways. " Black lace, dear," suggested Lucy soothingly. Mrs. B. curled her arm lovingly round Lucy's waist. " Just what I was beginning to think," said she, warmly. " And we can't both be mistaken, can we ? But where can I get enough ? " and her countenance, that the cheering coincidence had rendered seraphic, was once more clouded with doubt. " Why, you have yards of it." " Yes — but mine is all made up in some form or other, and it messes one's things so to pick them to pieces." "So it does, dear," replied Lucy with gentle but genuine feeling. " It would only be for one night, Lucy — I should not hurt it, love — you would not like to fetch down your Brussels point scarf, and see how it would look, would you ? we need not cut the lace, dear ; we could tack it on again next morning : you are not so particular as I am — you look well in anything." Lucy was soon seated denuding herself and embellish- ing her aunt. The latter reclined with grace and fur- thered the work by smile and gesture. " You don't ask me about the skirmish in the nursery." " Their squabbles bore me, dear : but you can tell me who was the most in fault, if you think it worth while." " Reginald, then, I am afraid ; but it is not the poor boy ; it is the influence of the stable-yard ; and I do advise and entreat you to keep him out of it." 14 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. "Impossible, my dear; you don't know boys. The stable is their paradise. When he grows older his father must interfere ; meantime let us talk of something more agreeable." " Yes — you shall go on with your story. You had got to his look of despair, when your papa came in that morning." "Oh — I have no time for anybody's despair just now — I can think of nothing but this detestable gown. Lucy, I suspect I almost wish I had made them put another breadth into the skirt." " Luncheon, ma'am." Lucy begged her aunt to go down alone ; she would stay and work. "No, you must come to luncheon; there is a dish on purpose for you — stewed eels." " Eels ! why, I abhor them ; I think they are water- serpents." " Wlio is it that is so fond of them, then ? " " It is you, aunt." "So it is. I thought it had been you. Come, j^ou must come down, whether you eat anything or not. I like somebody to talk to me while I am eating, and I had an idea just now — it is gone — but perhaps it will come back to me ; it was about this abominable gown. Oh ! how I wish there was not such a thing as dress in the world ! " While Mrs. Bazalgette was munching water-snakes with delicate zeal, and Lucy nibbling cake, came a letter — Mrs. Bazalgette read it with heightening color, laid it down, cast a pitying glance on Lucy, and said with a sigh, " Poor girl." Lucy turned a little pale. " Has anything happened ? " she faltered. "Something is going to happen: you are to be torn LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 15 away from here, where you are so happy, where we all love you, clear; it is from that selfish old bachelor. Listen : ' Dear madam, my niece Lucy has now been due here three days. I have waited to see whether you would part with her without being dunned. My curi- osity on that point is satisfied, and I have now only my affection to consult, which I do by requesting you to put her and her maid into a carriage that will be waiting for her at your door, twenty-four hours after you receive this note. I have the honor to be, madam,' — an old brute ! And you can smile ; but that is you all over ; you don't care a straw whether you are happy or miser- able." « Don't I ? " "■ Not you — you will leave this, where you are a little queen, and go and bury yourself three months with that old bachelor, and nobody will ever gather from your face that you are bored to death ; and here we are asked to the Cavendish's next Wednesday, and the Hunt's ball on Friday — you are such a lucky girl — our best invitations always drop in while you are with us — we go out three times as often during your months as at other times ; it is your good fortune, or the weather, or something." ''Dear aunt, this was your own arrangement with Uncle Fountain ; I used to be six months with each in turn till you insisted on its being three ; you make me almost lavigh, both you and Uncle Fountain; what do you see in me worth quarrelling for ? " " I will tell you what Ite sees, a good little spiritless thing " — "I am larger than you, dear." " Yes, in body — that he can make a slave of — always ready to nurse him and his toe, or to put down your work and to take up his ; to play at his vile back- gammon." 16 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " Piquet — please." " Where is the difference ? to share his desolation, and take half his blue devils on your own shoulders, till he will hyp you so that to get away you will consent to marry into his set, the county set, some beggarly old family that came down from the Conquest, and has been going down ever since ; so then he will let you fly — with a string — you must vegetate two miles from him ; so then he can have you in to Backquette and write his letters — he will settle four hundred a year on you, and you will be miserable for life." " Poor Uncle Fountain, what a schemer he turns out." "Men all turn out schemers when you know them, Miss Impertinence. Well, dear, I have no selfish views for you. I love my few friends too single-heartedly for that; but I am sad when I see you leaving us to go where you are not prized." "Indeed, aunt, I am prized at Pont Abbey. I am over-rated there as I am here. They all receive me with open arms." " So is a hare when it comes into a trap," said Mrs. Bazalgette sharply, drawing upon a limited knowledge of grammar and field sports. " No — Uncle Fountain really loves me." " As much as I do ? " asked the lady with a treach- erous smile. "Very nearly," was the young courtier's reply. She went on to console her aunt's unselfish solicitude by assuring her that Font Abbey was not a solitude ; that dinners and balls abounded, and her uncle was invited to them all. " You little goose, don't you see ? all those invitations are for your sake, not his ; if we could look in on him now, we should find him literally in single cursedness. Those county folks are not without cunning. They say, LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 17 Beauty has come to stay with the Beast ; we must ask the Beast to dinner, so then Beauty will come along with him. What other pleasure awaits you at Font Abbey ? " "The pleasure of giving pleasure," replied Lucy, apologetically. " Ah ! that is your weakness, Lucy ; it is all very well with those who won't take advantage ; but it is the wrong game to play with all the world; you will be made a tool of, and a slave of, and use of. I speak from experience ; you know how I sacrifice myself to those I love ; luckily they are not many." "Not so many as love you, dear." " Heaven forbid ! but you are at the head of them all, and I am going to prove it — by deeds, not words." Lucy looked up at this additional feature in her aunt's affection. " You must go to the great bear's den for three months, but it shall be the last time ! " Lucy said nothing. " You will return never to quit us, or at all events not the neighborhood." " That — would be — nice," said the courtier, warmly, t)ut hesitatingly ; " but how will you gain uncle's con- sent ? " "By dispensing with it." " Yes ; but the means, aunt ? " " A husband ! " Lucy started and colored all over, and looked askant at her aunt Avith opening eyes like a thoroughbred filly just going to start all across the road. Mrs. Bazalgette laid a loving hand on her shoulder and whispered know- ingly in her ear. " Trust to me, I'll have one ready for you against you come back this time." "No ! please don't ! pray don't ! " cried Lucy, clasping her hands in feeble-minded distress. " In this neighborhood, one of the right sort." 18 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " I am so liappy as I am." " You will be happier when you are quite a slave ; and so I shall save you from being snapped up by some country wiseacre ; and marry you into our own set." " Merchant princes," suggested Lucy demurely, having just recovered her breath, and what little sauce there was in her. ''Yes, merchant princes — the men of the age, the men who could buy all the acres in the country without feeling it — the men Avho make this little island great, and a woman happy, by letting her have everything her heart can desire." " You mean everything that money can buy ? " " Of course. I said so, didn't I ? " " So then you are tired of me in the house," remon- strated Lucy sadly. " No, ingrate ; but you will be sure to marry soon or late." '' No, I will not — if I can possibly help it." " But you can't help it ; you are not the character to help it. The first man that comes to you and says, ' I know you rather dislike me ' — (you could not hate any- body, Lucy), 'but if you don't take me I shall die of a broken fiddlestick,' you will whine out, 'Oh, dear — shall you ? well then — sooner than disoblige — here — take me ! ' " " Am I so weak as this ? " asked Lucy, coloring, and the water coming into her eyes. " Don't be offended," said the other coolly, " we won't call it weakness, but excess of complaisance ; you can't say no to anybody." " Yet I have said it," replied Lucy, thoughtfully. " Have you ? when ? Oh, to me. Yes — Avhere I am concerned, you have sometimes a will of your own, and a pretty stout one — but never with anybody else." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 19 The aunt then inquired of the niece, " frankly now, between ourselves," whether she had no wish to be mar- ried. The niece informed her in confidence that she had not, and was puzzled to conceive how the bare idea of marriage came to be so tempting to her sex. Of course she could understand a lady wishing to marry, if she loved a gentleman who was determined to be unhappy without her ; but that women should look about for some hunter to catch, instead of waiting quietly till the hunter caught them, this puzzled her ; and as for the supersti- tious love of females for the marriage rite in cases when it took away their liberty and gave them nothing amiable in return, it amazed her. " So, aunt," she concluded, "if you really love me, driving me to the altar will be an unfortunate way of showing it." While listening to this tirade, which the young lady delivered with great serenity, and concluded with a little yawn, Mrs. Bazalgette had two thoughts ; the first was, " This girl is not flesh and blood ; she is made of curds and whey, or something ; " the second was, " No, she is a shade hypocriticaller than other girls before they are married, that is all." And, acting on this latter convic- tion she smiled a lofty incredulity, and fell to counting on her fingers all the moneyed bachelors for miles. At this Lucy winced with sensitive modesty, and for once a shade of vexation showed itself on her lovely features ; the quick-sighted, keen-witted matx-on caught it, and instantly made a masterly move of feigned retreat. "No," cried she, "I will not tease you any more, love ; just promise me not to receive any gentle- man's addresses at Font Abbey, and I will never drive you from my arms to the altar." " I promise that," cried Lucy, eagerly. " Upon your honor ? " " Upon my honor." 20 LOVE >IE LITTLE. L^jVZ MZ !•: N'G. ^ Kiss TOt^^ dear. I kv '" " -_::_-- yoa have pledged yoDT b soles me mine jdian yoc titcl ■ ^I am so glad: b^-t ■.:;.- -iiew howlitUe it costs me.^ "-: - ::.:re likely to beep it," Tike r tarn. «* And ~1 bevitb- ier nonr, I — _ - rising and ■^^.-'..-.^ ... : - ^-..... . .: .-. - ' - ""Te, does it ? (ak !> Doot^ err, love, '::"-- ■- deso- late t- - ■ . ' - — — ' * little <: :-^ ~ . - ^ -. : :.xe ^WillTC" ;—;—-■-.- ;-■. I b— -. •'- '^ ---"" -Mef'l:- - - : . - - . - • . - : yc- . -,----_ : ::•:_..: . - _. . jIL:.- ^..._: :_.. - .----_._, dajr yoJCEirself — '- " " ^ -~ ©f ManrotWTiem dniioar(c% that waijj^ ELKS- TEELe SH/. r JiaSC TTV ear- ""'"^ -' .....^ lS' tco; Iikr, .u^.. o^f .re sov fo-r a DaCteam.' '~; -i^'f ~fu — "snilfc LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE IVEE LONG. 21 " Shall j'ou come back through the garden ? if you don't, never mind ; but, if you do, you may choose me a bouquet. The servants are incapable of a bouquet." " I Avill ; thank you, dear ; how kind and thoughtful of you to give me something to occupy me now that I am a little sad." Mrs. Bazalgette accepted this tribute with a benignant smile, and the ladies parted. The next morning a travelling-carriage with four smok- ing post-horses came wheeling round the gravel to the front door. Uncle Fountain's factotum got down from the dickey, packed Lucy's imperial on the roof, and slung a box below the dickey ; stowed her maid away aft, arranged the foot-cushion and a shawl or two inside, and, half obsequiously, half bumptiously, awaited the descent of his fair charge. Then, up-stairs, came a sudden simultaneous attack of ardent lips, and a long clinging embrace, that Avould have graced the most glorious, passionate, antique love. Sculp- ture out-done, the young lady went down and was handed into the carriage. Her ardent aunt followed presently, and fired many glowing phrases in at the window; and, just as the carriage moved, she uttered a single word quite quietly, as much as to say, Now this I mean. This genuine word, the last Aunt Bazalgette spoke, had been, two hundred years before, the last word of Charles the First. Note the coincidences of history. The two post-boys lifted their whips level to their eyes by one instinct, the horses tightened the traces, the wheels ground the gravel, and Lucy was whirled away with that quiet emphatic post-diet ringing in her ears. Remember I Font Hill was sixty miles off: they reached it in less than six hours ; there was Uncle Fountain on the hall steps to receive her, and the comely housekeeper, IVIrs. Brown, ducking and smiling in the background. While 22 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. the servants were unpacking the carriage, Mr. Fountain took Lucy to her bedroom. Mrs. Brown had gone on before to see for the third time whether all was com- fortable. There was a huge fire, all red; and on the table a gigantic nosegay of spring flowers with smell to them all. "Oh, how nice after a journey," said Lucy, mowing down Uncle Fountain and Mrs. Brown with one compre- hensive smile. Mrs. Brown flamed with complacency. " What ! " cried her uncle, " I suppose you expected a black fire and impertinent apologies, by way of substi- tute for warmth ; a stuffy room, and damp sheets roasted, like a woodcock, twenty minutes before use." "No, uncle, dear, I expected every comfort at Font Abbey." Brown retired with a courtesy. " Aha ! what, have you found out that it is all humbug about old bachelors not knowing comfort ? Do bache- lors ever put their friends into damp sheets ? No ; that is the women's trick with their household science. Your sex have killed more men with damp sheets than ever fell by the sword." "Yet nobody erects monuments to us," put in Lucy slyly. She missed fire — Uncle Fountain, like most English- men, could take in a pun by the ear, but wit only by the eye. " Do you remember when Mrs. Bazalgette put you into the linen sponge, and killed you ? " " Killed me ? " " Certainly, as far as in her lay. We can but do our best — well, she did hers, and went the right way to work." " You see, I survive." "By a miracle. Dinner is at six," " Very well, dear." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 23 ''Yes : but six in this house means sixty minutes after five and sixty minutes before seven. I mention this the first day because you are just come from a place where it means twenty minutes to seven ; also let me observe that I think I have noticed soup and potatoes eat better hot than cold, and meat tastes nicer done to a turn than " — " To a cinder ? " " Ha — ha ! and come with an appetite, please ! " " Uncle, no tyranny, I beg." " Tyranny ? you know this is Liberty Hall : only when I eat, I expect my companion to eat too : besides, there is nothing to be gained by humbug to-day. There will only be us two at dinner, and when I see young ladies fiddling with an asparagus head, instead of eating their dinner, I don't fall into the greenhorn's notion — exqui- site creature ! all soul ! no stomach ! feeds on air, ideas, and quadrille music ; no ; what do you think I say ? " " Something flattering, I feel sure." " On the contrary, something true. I say, hypocrite ! been grubbing like a pig all day, so can't eat like a Christian at meal-time ; you can't humbug me." " Alas ! so I see. That decides me to be candid — and hungry." " Well, I am off : I don't stick to my friends and bore them with my affairs like that egotistical hussy Jane Bazalgette. I amuse myself, and leave them to amuse themselves,- that is my notion of politeness. I am going to see my pigs fed ; then into the village. I am building a new blacksmith's shop there ; (you must come and look at it the first thing to-morrow), and at six if you want to find me " — " I shall peep behind the soup-tureen." " And there I shall be if I am alive." At dinner the old boy threw himself into the work 24 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. with such zeal, that, soon after the cloth was removed, from fatigue and repletion he dropped asleep with his shoulder towards Lucy, but his face instinctively turned towards the fire. Lucy crept away on tiptoe not to disturb him. In about an hour he bustled into the drawing-room ; ordered tea, blew up the footman because the cook had not water boiling that moment ; drank three cups ; then brightened up, rubbed his hands, and, with a cheerful, benevolent manner, " Now, Lucy," cried he, " come and help me puzzle out this tiresome genealogy." A smile of warm assent from Lucy, and the old bache- lor and the blooming Hebe were soon seated with a mountain of parchments by their side, and a tree spread- ing before them. It was not a finite tree like an elm or an oak. No — it was a banyan-tree ; covered an acre, and from its boughs little suckers dropped to earth, and turned to little trees, and had suckers in their turn, and " con- founded the confusion." Uncle Fountain's happiness depended, pro tern, on proving that he was a sucker from the great bough of the Fontaines of Melton : and why ? Because, this effected, he had only to go along that bough by an estab- lished pedigree to the great trunk of the Funteyns of Salle — and the first Funteyne of Salle was said to be (and this he hoped to prove true) great-grandson of Robert de Fontibus, son of John de Fonte. Now Uncle Fountain could prove himself the shoot of George his father (a step at which so many great pedigrees halt), who was the shoot of William, who was the shoot of Kichard : but here came a gap of eighty years between him and that Fountain, younger son of Melton, to whom he wanted to hook on. Now the logic of women, children, and criticasters, is a thing of gaps j TWELVE O CLOCK CAME AND FOUND THEM STILL WALLOWING IN MODERN ANTIQUITY. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 25 they reason as marches a kangaroo : but, to mathemati- cians, logicians, and genealogists, a link wanting is a chain broken. This blank then made Uncle Fountain miserable, and he cried out for help. Lucy came with her young eyes, her woman's patience, and her native complaisance. A great ditch yawned between a croche- teer and a rotten branch he coveted. Our Quinta Curtia flung herself, her eyesight, and her time into that ditch. Twelve o'clock came and found them still wallowing in modern antiquity. " Bless me," cried Mr. Fountain, when John brought in the bed-candles, " how time flies when one is really employed ! " " Yes indeed, uncle : " and by a gymnastic of court- esy she first crushed, and then so moulded a yawn, that it glided into society a smile. " We have spent a delightful evening, Lucy." " Thanks to you, uncle." " I hope you will sleep well, child." '' I am sure I shall, dear," said she sweetly and inad- vertently. 26 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. CHAPTER II. A LARGE aspiration is a rarity ; but who has not some small ambition, none the less keen for being narrow — keener perhaps ? Mrs. Bazalgette burned to be great by dress ; Mr. Fountain, member of a sex with higher aims, aspired to be great in the county. Unluckily his main property was in the funds ; he had acres in shire, but so few, that, some years ago, its lord-lieutenant declined to make him an injustice of the peace ; that functionary died, and on his death the mor- tified aspirant bought a coppice, christened it Spring- wood, and under cover of this fringe to his three meadows applied to the new lord-lieutenant as Macduff approached Macbeth : the new man made him a magistrate ; so now he aspired to be a deputy-lieutenant, and attended all the boards of magistrates, and turnpike trusts, etc., and brought up votes and beer barrels at each election, and in short played all the cards in his pack, Lucy included, to earn that distinction. We may as well confess that there lurked in him a half unconscious hope that some day or other, in some strange collision or combination of parties, a man pro- found in county business, zealous in county interests, personally obnoxious to nobody, might drop into the seat of county member ; and, if this should be, would not he have the sense to hold his tongue upon the noisy ques= tions that waste Parliament's time, and the nation's, but, on the first of those periodical attacks to which the wretched land-owner is subject, wouldn't he speak and show the difference between a mere member of the commons and a member for the county ? LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 27 If any one had asked this man plump which is the most important, Enghmd or shire, he woukl have certainly told you England; but our opinions are not the notions we repeat, and can defend by reasons or even by facts : our opinions are the notions we feel and act on. Could you have looked inside Mr. Fountain's head, you would have seen ideas corresponding to the following diagrams : — Tha Worui at UxTga. Mr. Fountain courted the stomach of the county. Without this, he knew, an angel could not reach its heart — and here one of his eccentricities broke out. He drew a line in his dictatorial way between dinner and feeding-parties. "A dinner-party is two rubbers. Four gentlemen and four ladies sit round a circular table; so then each can hear what any one says, and need not twist the neck at every word. Foraging-parties are from fourteen to thirty, set vip and down a plank, 28 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ISIE LONG. each separated from those he could talk to, as effectually as if the ocean rolled betwixt, and bawling into one person's ear amidst the din of knives, forks, and multi- tude. I go to those long strings of noisy duets, because I must; but I give society at home." The county people had just strength of mind to like the old boy's sociable dinners, though not to imitate them, and an invitation from him was very rarely de- clined when Lucy was with him. And she was in her glory. She could carry complai- sance such a long way at Font Abbey — she was mistress of the house. She listened with a wonderful appearance of interest to county matters, i.e., to minute scandal and infinitesi- mal politics, to the county cricket-match and archery meeting, to the past ball and the ball to come. In the drawing-room, when a cold fit fell on the coterie, she would glide to one egotist after another, find out the monotope, and set the critter off on it. Then might you see beings of straw kindle and emit sparks of small talk as this torch went round and touched them. One day old Fountain said to his niece with a good- humored sneer, " I have found out why you are such a favorite, Lucy : you have not got a wish or an opinion of your own upon any earthly thing. You are a mirror ■ — a regular looking-glass in a handsome frame, upon my honor — haw! haw! haw! But never mind, a mirror is more attractive than a magnet; see how they all sidle up to mine, and so they do to you, and always will, wher- ever you go." Lucy smiled, but a red flush flitted across her brow ; she bowed over her work, and made no reply. Uncle Fountain chuckled. He prided himself on his perfect insight into people's characters. He was one of those who can tell the exact depth of the Atlantic with a ten- fathom line. LOYE ]ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 29 Lucy was finishing her answer to Mrs. Bazalgette's letter, that lay on the table ; that lady's postscript ran thus : " Any wooer yet ? upon your honor ? " She had hardly time to fold her letter before her uncle wanted her to write five invitations to dinner. She was immediately at his service, and out of the business arose the following dialogue : — "And who is to be the eighth ? " " Oh, Talboys." "No, uncle, not Mr. Talboys." "Not Mr. Talboys? why, what earthly objection can you have to him ? " said Mr. Fountain almost roughly. " I ? none whatever : only you never invite the same person twice running, and Mr. Talboys dined here last time, at least, I think so ; let me examine my book — yes — why he dined here not only last time, but the time before. Whom shall we substitute ? three times running is too great a distinction for any mere mortal." "Mr. Talboys," replied the other gravely, "is one of those who confer distinction on his entertainer ; he can hardly receive it." Lucy opened her eyes : " Why, what has he done ? " " He is the oldest family in the county, that is all," replied Fountain with tremendous irony. " Older than yours ? than ours ? " " Older than ours," said her uncle firmly and solemnly. " The Talboys came in with the Conqueror, — Robert de Fonte lived in Henry the Third's reign only." "Apropos, where has Mr. Talboys been all this time, that I never met him here before this visit ? " " He was doing what his ancestors have done for three hundred years past. On attaining his majority, he made a three years' tour of Europe to rub off his English prejudices ; he has returned the accomplished gentleman you see him." 30 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. "Mr. Talboys dresses in good taste and carries himself very tolerably," said Lucy, whose cue it now was to see the gentleman's good qualities ; " still, three times run- ning : consider the many competitors for a seat at your board." " My table, please ; the only one in the county that is not a board. Never mind, Lucy, so long as Talboys does us the honor to come, we will make him welcome ; and, by the way, I want you to pay him a little more attention." " Dear uncle, have I been so thoughtless as to neglect any guest of yours ? " No, my dear, you are the pink of courtesy ; but Talboys is a little reserved, a man of singular delicacy ; he wants drawing out ; but he has been in all the courts of Europe, and there are treasures of good sense and knowledge in him, if you will but dig for them, ay, and of feeling, too." " Of feeling ? are you sure, uncle ? " " Positive ; he has the highest opinion of you." " Indeed ? he never gave me any reason to think so." " He has me, though ; which is more to the point." " Is it ? " "And, by the by," said the old boy slyly, "that reminds me I have a note from him in my pocket in which you are concerned — there it is. Talking of notes, I had better ring and send your letter down, or it will be too late for the post — well — what is the matter ? you are as red as a fire — ha ! ha ! " " uncle ! now, how kind of Mr. Talboys — how very kind." "'Your niece mentioned the other evening that she was fond of riding, but that your hunters are too hot for a lady to manage. There is an animal here that perhaps may suit her ; a quiet galloway ' — uncle ! — ^ with LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 31 tolerable paces. I send him over to you with his side saddle,' — uncle! — 'and shall feel flattered if Miss Fountain will do him the honor to ride him faute de mieux.' Is not that kind of Mr. Talboys ? so consider- ate, too. How one may be mistaken ! " " In what ? " cried Fountain with eager expectation. " I took him for a well-bred nullity." " Well, now you see he is nothing of the kind." " Oh, no ; a quiet galloway ! I will make up for my injustice when he dines here. I was to invite Mr. Talboys, was I not ? " "Of course." Lucy drew the note-paper to her, and, while she was writing Mr. Talboys in the usual form, but with a grate- ful smile dimpling her glowing cheek, John answered the bell, and Mr. Fountain sent off her letter to Mrs. Bazalgette. Mrs. Bazalgette got the letter in due course, pounced like an eagle on the postscript first. It ran thus — "No wooer — upon my honor." Her eyes twinkled with exultation and small treachery. That very afternoon, for the second time this month, she despatched a perfumed note to Mr. Hardie. Mr. Hardie was only son of the greatest banker in the great commercial city near which the Bazalgettes lived. The lady's reasons for courting him so ran thus, on the ascending scale: he is thirty — he is a bachelor — his father is just dead. 32 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. CHAPTER III. Lucy received Mr. Talboys graciously; but reserved the pony for tlie drawing-room. There she thanked him with a world of grace : and indeed the nag and his paces were a fruitful theme, to which she returned by skilful detours, when all else flagged. Next, in com- pliance with her uncle's request, she dug for this gentle- man's treasures. Hitherto he had not appeared to her what my Lord Bacon calls "a full man : " for which she blamed herself. " I have not given him a fair chance. He is a great traveller ; I ought to have shown more curiosity about the countries he has visited, the customs, the buildings, the works of art, the costumes, the — oh, how I should love to travel ! " So now she did question him with a warm and court- eous curiosity ; and so plied him that the other ladies by degrees came gliding up one by one, serpent-like, with genuine curiosity and most seeming nonchalance, and Mr. Talboys was the centre of a circle of bright eyes. Miss Fountain still plied him, and the others listened to him with undisguised deference, and a marked prejudice in favor of every word he could utter. The gentleman saw this, and, instead of warming at his hearers, and fighting hard against his natural cold- ness of temperament and faintness of perception, he fell into the quaint error of icing his milk-and-water. Most superfluous congelation ! Talboys had really saun- tered Europe round with a mind cased in non-conductors. To him nothing in all the countries he visited had seemed very beautiful, or very curious ; and why ? to admire, a LOVE RIE LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 33 man must appreciate, and the power of appreciating on a large scale is too much akin to genius to be common. Glowing descriptions from such a quarter as this were out of the question : to describe loftily, you must have admired humbly. The quiet and well-bred but genuine enthusiasm, with which Lucy addressed the great traveller, extracted cold monosyllables : little clots of indifference ; she felt like chipping an iceberg : still she persisted, and vanity fired the little heart, that the Alps from the Jurat, the lake of Thun, the bay of Naples, the Jung Frau, the wreck of the Parthenon, St. Peter's, the Place de Concorde, the square of St. Mark, Versailles, the Alhambra, the Apollo Belvidere, the Madonna of the Chair, and all the glories of nature and the feats of art could not warm. So then the fine gentleman began to act : to walk him- self out as a person who had seen and could give details about anything, but was exalted far above admiring anything (^Quel grand homme ! rien ne i:)eut lid plaire!), and, on this, while the women were gazing sweetly on him, and revering his superiority to all great impres- sions, and the men envying, rather hating, but secretly admiring him too, she, who had launched him, bent on him a look of soft pity and abandoned him to admiration. " Poor Mr. Talboys." thought she, " I fear I have done him an ill turn by drawing him out," and she glided to her uncle, who was sitting apart and nobody talking to him. Mr. Talboys, started by Lucy, ambled out his high- pacing nil admira7item character, and derived a little quiet self-satisfaction. This was the highest happiness he was capable of; so he was not ungrateful to Miss Fountain, who had procured it him, and partly for this, partly because he had been kind to her and lent her a 34 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ]VrE LONG. pony, he shook hands with her somewhat cordially at parting. As it happened, he was the last guest. "You have won that man's heart, Lucy," cried Mr. Fountain with a mixture of surprise and pride. Lucy made no reply. She looked quickly into his face to see if he was jesting. " Writing, Lucy ? so late." " Only a few lines, uncle. You shall see them : I note the more remarkable phenomena of society. I am recall- ing a conversation between three of our guests this evening and shall be grateful for your opinion on it. There. Eead it out, please." Mrs. Lidtrdl. We missed you at the archery meeting, ha ! ha! ha! Mrs. Willis. Mr. Willis would not let me go, — he! he! he! Mrs. James. Well, at all events — he ! he ! — you will come to the flower-show. Mrs. Willis. Oh yes ! — he ! he ! — I mn so fo?id of flowers — ha! ha! Mrs. Luttrell. So am I. I adore them, — he ! he ! Mrs. Willis. How sweetly Miss Malcolm sings, — he! he! Mrs. Luttrell. Yes, she shakes like a bird, — ha ! ha ! Mrs. James. A little Scotch accent though, — he ! he ! Mrs. Luttrell. She is Scotch, — he ! lie ! (To John off"ering her tea) No more, thank you, — he ! he ! Mrs. James. Shall you go to the assize sermon ? — ha ! ha ! Mrs. Willis. Oh yes ! — he ! he ! — the last was very dry, — he ! he ! Who preaches it this term ? — he ! Mrs. James. The Bishop — he ! he ! Mrs. Willis. Then I shall certainly go : he is such a dear preacher, — he ! he ! " Just tell me what is the precise meaning of ' ha ! ha ! ' and what of ' he ! he ! ' " LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 35 ^'The precise meaning? there you puzzle me, uncle." " I mean, what do you mean by them ? " " Oh, I put ' ha ! ha ! ' when they giggled, and ' he ! he ! ' when they only chuckled." " Then this is a caricature, my lady." " No, dear ; you know I have no satire in me ; it is taken down to the letter, and I fear I must trouble you for the solution." "Well the solution is, they are three fools." "No, uncle, begging your pardon, they are not," replied Lucy politely but firmly. " Well then, — three d d fools." Lucy winced at the participle, but was too polite to lecture her elder. "They have not that excuse," said she : "they are all sensible women, who discharge all the duties of life with discretion, except society : and they can discriminate between grave and gay whenever they are not at a party ; and as for Mrs. Luttrell, when she is alone with me she is a SAveet, natural love." " They cackled — at every word — like that — the whole evening ? " " Except when you told that funny story about the Irish corporal who was attacked by a mastiff, and killed him with his halbert, and when he was reproached by his captain for not being content to repel so valuable an animal with the butt-end of his lance, answered, — *ha, ha!'" " So then he answered ' haw, haw ! ' did he ? " " Now, uncle ! No, he answered, ' So I would, your Arnr, if he had run at me with his tail ! ' Now that was genuine wit mixed with quite enough fun to make an intelligent person laugh ; and then you told it so drolly, ha, ha ! " " They did not laugh at that ? " "Sat as grave as judges." 36 " LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " And you tell me tliey are not fools." "I must repeat, they have not that excuse; perhaps their risibility had been exhausted : after laughing three hours apropos de rien, it is time to be serious out of place. I will tell you what they did laugh at though — Miss Malcolm sang a song with a title I dare not attempt. There are two lines in it which I am going to mispronounce, but you are not Scotch, so I don't care for you, uncle darling. ' He had but a saxpence : he bi*ake it in twa, And he gave me the half o't when he gaed awa.' They laughed at that : a general giggle went round." '• Well, I must confess I don't see much to laugh at in that, Lucy." " It would be odd if you did, uncle dear ; why, it is pathetic." ''Pathetic? Oh, is it?" " You naughty cunning uncle, you know it is — it is pathetic, and almost heroic — consider, dear : in a world where the very newspapers show how mercenary we all are, a poor young man is parted from his love : he has but one coin to go through the world with, and what does he do with it ? scheme to make the sixpence a crown and to make the crown a pound ? no : he breaks this one treasure in two, that both the poor things may have a silver token of love and a pledge of his return. I am sure if the poet had been here, he would have been quite angry with us for laughing at that line." " Keep your temper ! why, this is new from you, Lucy : but you women of sugar can all cauterize your own sex : the theme inspires you." " Uncle ! how dare you ! are you not afraid I shall be angry one of these days ? The gentlemen were equally concerned in this last enormity. Poor Jemmy, or Jammy, LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 37 with his devotion and tenderness that soothed, and his high spirit that supported the weaker vessel, were ai funny to our male as to our female guests — so there. I saw but one that understood him, and did not laugh at him." "Talboys, for a pound." " Mr. Talboys ? no ! you, dear uncle, you did not laugh. I noticed it with all a niece's pride." " Of course I didn't. Can I hear a word these ladies mew ? can I tell in what language even they are whining and miauling ? I have given up trying this twenty years and more." " I return to my question," said Lucy hastily. " And I to my solution ; your three graces are three deed fools. If you can account for it in any other way, do." " No, uncle dear : if you had happened to agree with me beforehand, I would ; but, as you do not, I beg to be excused. But keep the paper, and the next time listen to the talk and the unmeaning laughter ; you will find I have not exaggerated, and some day, dear, I will tell you how my mamma used to account for similar mon- strosities in society." " Here is a mysterious little toad. Well, Lucy, for all this you enjoyed yourself. I never saw you in better spirits." " I am glad you saw that," said Lucy with a languid smile. " And how Talboys came out." " He did," sighed Lucy. Here the young lady lighted softly on an ottoman and sank gracefully back with a weary -o'-the-world air : and when she had settled down like so much floss silk, fixing her eyes on the ceiling and doling her words out lan- guidly yet thoughtfully — just above a whisper — " Uncle 38 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. darling," inquired she, " wliere are the men we have all heard of ? " " How should I know ? What men ? " " Where are the men of sentiment, that can understand a woman, and win her to reveal her real heart, the best treasure she has, uncle dear ? " She paused for a reply : none coming, she continued with decreasing energy : — " Where are the men of spirit ? the men of action ? the upright, downright men, that heaven sends to cure us of our disingenuousness ? Where are the heroes and the wits ? " (an infinitesimal yawn) " where are the real men ? And where are the women to whom such men can do homage without degrading themselves ? where are the men who elevate a woman without making hex masculine, and the women who can brighten and polish and yet not soften the steel of manhood — tell me, tell me instantly," said she with still great languor and want of earnestness, and her eyes remained fixed on the ceiling, in deep abstraction. " They are all in this house at this moment," said Mr. Fountain coolly. " Who, dear ? I fear I was not attending to you. How rude ! " " Horrid. I say the men and women you inquire for are all in this house of mine ; " and the old gentleman's eyes twinkled. " Uncle ! Heaven forgive you, and — oh, fie ! " "They are, upon my soul." " Then they must be in some part of it I have not visited — are they in the kitchen ? " (with a little saucy sneer). "No, they are iu the library." " In the lib — ah, le malin ! " " They were never seen iu a drawing-room and never vill." LOVE ]SIE LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 39 "•Yet surely they must have lived in nature before they were embalmed in print," said Lucy, interrogating the ceiling again. " The nearest approach you will meet to these paragons is Eeginald Talboys/' said Fountain, stoutly. " Uncle, I do love you ; " and Lucy rose with Juno- like slowness and dignity, and leaning over the old boy, kissed him with sudden small fury. "Why ?" asked he, eagerly, connecting this majestic squirt of affection with his last speech. " Because you are such a nice, dear, sarcastic thing. Let us drink tea in the library to-morrow ; then that will be an approach to " — With this illegitimate full-stop the conversation ended, and Miss Fountain took a candle and sauntered to bed. In church next Sunday, Lucy observed a young lady with a beaming face, who eyed her by stealth in all the interstices of devotion. She asked her uncle who was that pretty girl with a nez retrousse. " A cocked nose ? it must be my little friend, Eve Dodd. I didn't know she was come back." " What a pretty face to be in such — such a — such an impossible bonnet ! It has come down from another epoch." This not maliciously, but with a sort of tender womanly concern for beauty set off to the most dis- advantage. " Oh, hang her bonnet ! she is full of fun ; she shall drink tea with us ; she is a great favorite of mine." They quickened their pace and caught Eve Dodd just as she took a flying leap over some water that lay in her pathj and showed a charming ankle ; in those days female dress committed two errors that are disappearing : it revealed the whole foot by day, and hid a section of the bosom at night. After the usual greetings Mr. Fountain asked Eve if 40 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. she would come over aud driuk tea with him aud'his niece. Miss Dodd colored and cast a glance of undisguised admiration at Miss Fountain, but she said, " Thank you, sir, I am much obliged, but I am afraid I can't come ; my brother would miss me." '' What ? the sailor ? is he at home ? " " Yes, sir, came home last night," and she clapped her hands by way of comment. " He has been with my mother all church time ; so now it is my turn, and I don't know how to let him out of my sight yet awhile." And she gave a glance at Miss Fountain as much as to say, " You understand." "Well, Eve," said Mr. Fountain good-humoredly, "we must not separate brother and sister," and he was turning to go. "Perhaps, uncle," said Lucy, looking not at Mr. Fountain but at Eve, "Mr. — Mr." — " David Dodd is my brother's name," said Eve quickly. " Mr. David Dodd might be persuaded to give us the pleasure of his company too." " Oh, yes, if I may bring dear David with me," burst out the child of nature, coloring again with pleasure. " It will add to the obligation," said Lucy, finishing the sentence in character. " So that is settled," said Mr. Fountain somewhat dryly. As we were walking home together the courtier asked her uncle rather coldly, — " Who are these we have invited, dear?" " Who are they ? A pretty girl and a man she wouldn't come without." " And who is the gentleman ? what is he ? " " A marine animal : first mate of a ship." " First mate ? mate ? is that what in the novels is called boatswain's mate ? " LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 41 " Haw, haw, haw ! I say, Lucy, ask him when he comes if he is the bosen's mate ? how little Eve will blaze ! " "Then I shall ask him nothing of the kind; do tell me ! — I know admirals — they swear — and captains, and, I think, lieutenants, and, above all, those little loves of midshipmen, strutting with their dirks and cocked hats, like warlike bantams ; but I never met ' mates.' Mates ? " " That is because you have only been introduced to the Royal iSTavy : but there is another navy not so ornamental, but quite as useful, called the East India Company's." "I am ashamed to say I never heard of it." " I dare say not. Well, in this navy there are only two kinds of superior officers — the mates, and the cap- tain. There are five or six mates. Young Dodd has been first mate some time, so I suppose he will soon be a captain." " Uncle ! " " Well." " Will this — mate — swear ? " '' Clearly." " There now. I do not like swearing on a Sunday. That wicked old admiral used to make me shudder." " Oh," said Mr. Fountain, playing upon innocence, " he swore by the Supreme Being, I bet sixpence." "Yes," said Lucy, in a low soft voice of angelic regret. " Ah, he was in the Royal ISTavy. But this is a mer- chantman ; you don't think he will presume to break into the monopoly of the superior branch. He will only swear by the wind and the weather. Thunder and squalls ! Donner and blitzen ! Handspikes and hal- yards ! these are the innocent execrations of the merchant service — he, he ! ho ! " 42 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. '' Uncle, can you be serious ? " asked Lucy somewhat coldly ; " if so, be so good as to tell me, is this gentleman — a — gentleman ? " '^ Well," replied the other coolly, " he is what I call a nondescript : like an attorney, or a surgeon, or a civil- engineer, or a banker, or a stock-broker, and all that sort of people. He can be a gentleman if he is thoroughly bent on it ; you would in his place, and so should I ; but these skippers don't turn their mind that way. Old families don't go into the merchant-service. Indeed, it would not answer. There they rise by — by — mere maritime considerations." " Then, uncle," began Lucy, Avith dignified severity, "■ permit me to say that in inviting a nondescript — you showed — less consideration for me than — you — are in the habit — of doing, dearest." " Well, have a headache and can't come down." " So I certainly should ; but most vinfortunately I have an objection to telling fibs on a Sunday." " You are quite right ; we should rest from our usual employments one day, ha — ha ! and so go at it fresher to-morrow, haw ! ho ! Come, Lucy, don't you be so exclusive. Eve Dodd is a merry girl ; she comes and amuses me when you are not here ; and David by all accounts is a fine young fellow, and as modest as a girl of fifteen ; they will make me laugh, especially Eve, and it would be hard at my age, I think, if I might not ask who I like — to tea." '' So it would," put in Lucy hastily : she added coax- ing, " it shall have its own way, it shall have what makes it laugh." Long before eight o'clock the Fountains had forgotten that they had invited the Dodds. Not so Eve. She was all in a flutter, and hesitated between two dresses, and by some blessed inspiration LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE :ME LONG. 43 decided for the plainest ; but her principal anxiety was not about herself, but about David's deportment before the Queen of Fashion ; for such report proclaimed Miss Fountain. " And those fine ladies are so satirical," said Eve to herself ; " but I will lecture him going along." Dinner-time, and by consequence tea-time, came earlier in those days. So about eight o'clock a tall square- shouldered young fellow was walking in the moonlight towards Font Abbey ; Eve holding his hand and tripping by his side, and lecturing him on deportment very gravely wliile dancing round him and pulling him all manner of Avays, like your solid tune with your gambolling accom- paniment, a combination now in vogue. All of a sudden, without your leave, or by your leave, the said David caught this light fantastic object up in his arms and carried it on one shoulder. On this she gave one little squeak, then, without a moment's interval, continued her lecture as if nothing had happened. She looked down from her perch, like a hen from a ladder, and laid down the law to David with seriousness and asperity. "And just please to remember that they are people a long way above us, at least above what we are now since father fell into trouble, so don't you make too free ; and Miss Fountain is the finest of all the fine ladies in the county." " Then I am sorry we are going." " No, you are not ; she is a beautiful girl." " That alters the case." " No, it does not : don't chatter so, David, interrupting forever, but listen, and mind what I say, or I'll never take you anywhere again." " Are you sure you are taking me now ? " asked David dryly. "Why not, Mr. David?" retorted Eve from his shoul- 44 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. der. " Didn't I hear you tell how you took the Com- bermere out of harbor, and how you brought her into port : she didn't take you out and bring you home, eh ? " " Had me there, though." " Yes, and what is more, you are not skipper of the Combermere yet ; and never will be ; but I am skipper of you." " Ashore ; not a doubt of it," said David with cool indifference. He despised terrestrial distinction, court- ing only such as was marine. " Then I command you to let me down this instant : do you hear, crew ? " " No," objected David, " if I put you overboard you can't command the vessel, and ten to one if the craft does not founder for want of seawomanship on the quar- ter-deck. However," added he in a relenting tone, "wait till we get to that puddle shining on ahead, and there I'll disembark you." " No, David, do let me down, that is a good soul — I am tired," added she peevishly. "Tired! of what?" "Of doing nothing, stupid — there, let me down, dear; won't you, darling ? then take that, love " (a box on the ear). " Well, I've got it," said David dryly. " Keep it then, till the next : no, he won't let me down — now he has got both my hands in one of his paws, and he will carry me every foot of the way now, I know, the obstinate pig." " We all have our little characters, Eve. Well, I have got your wrists, but you have got your tongue, and that is the stronger weapon of the two, you know, and you are on the poop ; so give your orders, and the ship shall be worked accordingly — likeAvise I will enter all your remarks on good breeding into my log." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 45 Here unluckily David tapped his forehead to signify that the log in question was a metaphorical one, the log of memory. Eve had him again directly. She freed a claw. " So this is your log, is it ? " cried she, tapping it as hard as she could ; " well, it does sound like wood of some sort. Well, then, David, dear, you wretch, I mean, promise me not to laugh loud." " Well, I will not : it is odds if I laugh at all. I wish we were to moor alongside mother instead of running into this strange port." " Stuff ! think of Miss Fountain's figure-head — nor tell too many stories — and above all, for heaven's sake do keep the poor dear old sea out of sight for once." " Ay, ay, that stands to reason." By this time they were at Font Abbey, and David deposited his fair burden gently on the stone steps of the door : she opened it without ceremony, and bustled into the dining-room crying, " I have brought David, sir, and here he is," and she accompanied David's bow with a corresponding movement of her hand, the knuckles downwards. The old gentleman awoke with a start, rubbed his eyes, shook hands with the pair, and proposed to go up to Lucy in the drawing-room. Now it happened unluckily that Miss Fountain had been to the library and taken down one or two of those men and women who according to her uncle exist only on paper, and certain it is she was in charming company, when she heard her visitors' steps and voices coming up the stairs. Had those visitors seen the vexed expression of her face as she laid down the book, they would have instantly 'bout ship and home again ; but that sour look dissolved away as they came through the open door. On coming in they saw a young lady seated on a sofa. Apparently she did not see them enter : her face hap' 46 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. pened to be averted ; but ere they had taken three steps slie turned her face, saw them, rose and took two steps to meet them, all beaming with courtesy, kindness, and quiet satisfaction, at their arrival. She gave her hand to Eve. " This is my brother. Miss Fountain." Miss Fountain instantly swept David a courtesy with such a grace and flow, coupled with an engaging smile, that the sailor was fascinated and gazed instead of bowing. Eve had her finger ready to poke him, when he recov- ered himself and bowed low. Eve played the accompaniment with her hand, knuck- les clown. They sat down ; cups of tea, etc., were brought round to each by John. It was bad tea — made out of the room — catch a human being making good tea in which it is not to share. Mr. Fountain was only half awake. Eve was more or less awed by Lucy ; David, tutored by Eve, held his tongue altogether, or gave short answers. "This must be what the novels call a sea-cub," thought Miss Fountain. The fiends. Propriety and Restraint, presided over the innocent banquet, and a dismal evening set in. The first infraction of this polite tranquillity came, I blush to say, from the descendant of John de Fonte. He exploded in a yawn of magnitude ; to cover this the young lady began hastily to play her old game of setting people astride their topic, and she selected David Dodd for the experiment. She put on a warm curiosity about the sea, and ships, and the countries men visit in them. Then occurred a droll phenomenon : David flashed with animation, and began full and intelligent answers ; then catching his sister's eye came to unnatural full stops j LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 47 and so warmly and skilfully was he pressed that it cost him a gigantic effort to avoid giving much amusement and instruction. The courtier saw this hesitation, and the vivid flashes of intelligence, and would not lose her prey. She drew him with all a woman's tact and with a warmth so well feigned that it set him on real fire. His instinct of politeness would not let him go on all night giving short answers to inquiring beauty. He turned his eye, which glowed now like live coal, towards that enticing voice, and presently, like a ship that has been hanging over the water ever so long on the last rollers, with one gallant glide he took the sea and towed them all like little cockle-boats in his wake. From sea to sea, from port to port, from tribe to tribe, from peril to peril, from feat to feat, David whirled his wonder-struck hearers, and held them panting by the quadruple magie of a tuneful voice, a changing eye, an ardent soul, and truth at first-hand. They sat thrilled and surprised, most of all Miss Fountain. To her things great and real had up to that moment been mere vague outlines seen through a mist. Moreover her habitual courtesy had hitherto drawn out pumps : but now, when least expected, all in a moment, as a spark fires powder, it let off a man. A sailor is a live book of travels. Check your own vanity (if you possibly can), and set him talking, you shall find him full of curious and profitable matter. The Fountains did not know this, and, even if they had, Dodd would have taken them by surprise ; for besides being a sailor and a sea-enthusiast, he was a fellow of great capacity and mental vigor. He had not skimmed so many books as we have ; but I fear he had sucked more. However, his main strength did not lie there — he was not a paper man, and this — oh men of paper, and oh C. R. in particular — gave 48 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. him a tremendous advantage over you that Sunday evening. The man whose knowledge all comes from reading accumulates a great number of what ? facts ? no, of the shadows of facts ; shadows, often so thin, indistinct, and featureless, that, when one of the facts themselves runs against him in real life, he does not know his old friend, round about which he has written a smart leader in a journal, and a ponderous trifle in the Polysyllabic Review. But this sailor had stowed into his mental hold not fact-shadows, but the glowing facts all alive 0. For thirteen years, man and boy, he had beat about the globe, with real eyes, real ears, and real brains ever at work. He had drunk living knowledge like a fish, and at fountain-heads. Yet to utter intellectual wealth nobly, two things more are indispensable, the gift of language and a tunable voice, which last does not always come by talking with tempests. Well David Dodd had sucked in a good deal of lan- guage from books and tongues ; not indeed the Norman- French and demi-Latin, and jargon of the schools, printed for English in impotent old trimestrials for the further fogification of cliques, but he had laid by a fair store of the best, of the monosyllables, the Saxon, the soul and vestal fire of the great English tongue. So he Avas never at a loss for words, simple, clear, strong, like blasts of a horn. His voice at this period was mellow and flexible. He was a mimic too ; the brighter things he had seen, whether glories of nature or acts of man, had turned to pictures in this man's mind. He flashed these pictures one after another upon the trio : he peojiled the soft and cushioned drawing-room with twenty different tribes and LOVE INIE LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 49 varieties of man — barbarous, seuii-barbarous, and civil- ized ; their curious customs, their songs and chants and dances and struts and actual postures. The aspect of famous shores from the sea, glittering coasts, dark straits, volcanic rocks defying sea and sky, and warm delicious islands clothed with green, that burst on the mariner's sight after rugged places and scowling skies. The adventures of one unlucky ship, the Connemara, on a single whaling cruise, on the coast of Peru. The first slight signs of a gale seen only by the careful skipper. The hasty preparation for it : all hands to shorten sail ; then the moaning of the wind high up in the sky. All hands to reef sail now — the whirl and whoo of the gale as it came down on them. The ship careening as it caught her; the speaking-trumpet, the captain howling his orders through it amid the tumult. The floating icebergs — the ship among them picking her way in and out a hundred deaths. Baffled by the unyielding wind off Cape Horn, sailing six weeks on oppo- site tacks and ending just where they began, weather- bound in sight of the gloomy Horn. Then the terrors of a land-locked bay, and a lee shore : the ship tacking, writhing, twisting, to weather one jutting promontory ; the sea and safety is on the other side of it, land and destruction on this — the attempt, the hope, the failure ; then the stout-hearted skilful captain would try one rare manoeuvre to save ship, cargo, and crew. He would club-haul her, "and if that fails, my lads, there is noth- ing but up mainsail, up helm, run her slap ashore, and lay her bones on the softest bit of rock we can pick." Long ere this the poor ship had become a live thing to all these four, and they hung breathless on her fate. Then he showed how a ship is club-hauled, and told how nobly the old Connemara behaved (ships are apt to 50 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. when well handled — donbled-barrelled guns ditto) ; and how the wind blew fiercer and the rocks seemed to open their mouths for her, and how she hung and vibrated between safety and destruction, and at last how she writhed and slipped between Death's lips, yet escaped his teeth, and tossed and tumbled in triumph on the great but fair-fighting sea. And how they got at last to the whaling-groiuid and could not find a whale for many a weary day, and the novices said, " they were all killed before we sailed," and how, as uncommon ill luck is apt to be balanced by uncommon good luck, one fine evening they fell in with a whole shoal of whales at play, jump- ing clean into the air sixty feet long and coming down each with a splash like thunder ; even the captain had never seen such a game : and how the crew were for lowering the boats and going at them, but the captain would not let them — a hundred playful mountains of fish, the smallest weighing thirty ton, flopping down happy-go-lucky, he did not like the looks of it. " The boat will be at the mercy of chance among all those tails, and we are not lucky enough to throw at random. No — since the beggars have taken to dancing for a change, let them dance all night, to-morrow they shall pay the piper." How at peep of day the man at the mast-head saw ten whales about two leagues off on the weather- bow, how the ship tacked and stood towards them, how she weathered on one of monstrous size, and how he and the other youngsters were mad to lower the boat and go after it, and how the captain said, " Ye lubbers, can't ye see that is a right whale, and not worth a button ? Look here away over the quarter at this whale : see how low she spouts : she is a sperm whale, and worth seven hundred pounds if she was only dead and towed along- side." " ' That she shall be in about a minute,' cried one, and LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 51 indeed we were all in a flame, the boat was lowered, and didn't I worship the skipper when he told nie off to be one of her crew ! "I Avas that eager to be in at the whale's death, I didn't recollect that there might be smaller brutes in danger. "Just before the oars fell into the water the skipper looked down over the bulwarks, and says he to one of us that had charge of the rope that is fast to the boat at one end and to the harpoon at the other : * Now, Jack, you are a new hand — mind all I told you last night, or your mother will see me come ashore without you, and that will vex her ; and my lads, remember if there is a single lubberly hitch in that line you will none of you come up the ship's side again.' "'All right, captain,' says Jack, and we pulled off singing — • And sirring to your oars, and make your boat fly, And when you come near her beware of her eye ' — till the coxswain bade us hold our lubberly tongues, and not frighten the whales ; however we soon found we wanted all our breath for our work and more too." Then David i^ainted the furious race after the whale, and " how the boat gradually gained, and how at last, as he was grinding his teeth and pulling like mad, he heard a sound ahead like a hundred elephants wallowing. And now he hoped to see the harpooner leave his oar and rise and fling his weapon ; but that moment, up flukes, a tower of fish was seen a moment in the air with a tail fin at the top of it 'just about the size of this room we are sitting in, ladies,' and down the whale sounded ; then it was pull on again in her wake, according as she headed in sounding : pull for the dear life : and after a while the oarsmen saw the steersman's eyes prying over the sea 52 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. turn like hot coals ; tlie men caught lire at this and put their very backbones into each stroke, and the boat skimmed and flew : suddenly the steersman cried out fiercely, — ' Stand up, harpoon ! ' up rose the harpooner, his eye like a hot coal, now : the men saw nothing ; they must pull fiercer than ever : the harpooner balanced his iron, swayed his body lightly, and the harpoon hissed from him. A soft thud — then a heaving of the water all round, a slap that sounded like a church-tower falling flat upon an acre of boards, and drenched and blinded and half smothered us all in spray, and at the same moment away whirled the boat, dancing and kicking in the whale's foaming, bubbling wake, and we holding on like grim death by the thwarts, not to be spun out into the sea." "Delightful ! " cried Miss Fountain, " the waves bounded beneath you like a steed that knows its rider — pray con- tinue." " Yes, Miss Fountain ; now of course you can see that if the line ran out too easy the whale would leave us astern altogether, and that if it jammed or ran too hard, she would tow us under water." "Of course we see," said Eve, ironically, "we under- stand everything by instinct — hang explanations when I'm excited ; go ahead, do ! " " Then I Avon't explain how it is, or why it is, but I'll just let you know that two or three hundred fathom of line are passed round and round the boat from stem to stern and back, and carried in and out between the oar- men as they sit. Well, it was all new to me then ; but when the boat began jumping and rocking, and the line began whizzing in and out and screaming and smoking like — there now, fancy a machine, a complicated one, made of poisonous serpents, the steam on, and you sit- ting; in the middle of the works with not an inch to LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 53 spare, on the crankest, rockingest, jumpiugest, buniping- est, rollingest cradle that ever " — " David ! " said Eve, solemnly. " Hallo ! " sang out David. '' Don't ! " "Oh! yes, do!" cried Lucy, slightly clasping her hands. ''If this little black ugly line was to catch you, it would spin you out of the boat like a shuttlecock ; if it held you, it would cut you in two, or hang you to death and drown you all at one time : and if it got jammed against anything alive or dead that could stand the strain, it would take the boat and crew down to the coral before you could wink twice." " Oh dear," said Lucy, " then I don't think I like it now ; it is too terrible ; pray go on, Mr. — Mr." — ■ " Well, Miss Fountain, when a novice like me saw this black serpent twisting and twirling, and smoking and hissing in and out among us, I remembered the skipper's words, and I hailed Jack : it was he had laid the line ; he was in the bow. " ' Jack,' said I. ' Hallo,' said he. ' For God's sake, are there any hitches in the line ? ' said I. " ' Not as I knoivs on,' says he, much cooler than you sit there, and that is a sailor all over. Well, she towed us about a mile, and then she was blown, and we hauled up on the line and came up with her and drove lances into her, till she spouted blood instead of salt water, and went into her flurry and rolled suddenly over our way, dead, and was within a foot of smashing us to atoms ; but if she had it would only have been an acci- dent, for she was past malice, poor thing ; then we took possession, planted our flagstaff in her spouting hole, you know, and pulled back to the ship, and she came down and anchored to the whale, and then for the first time I 54 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. saw the blubber stripped off a whale and lioisted by tackles into the ship's hold, which is as curious as any part of the business, but a dirtyish job and not fit for the present company ; and I dare say that is enough about whales." "No! no! no!" "Well, then, shall I tell you how one old whale knocked our boat clean into the air^ bottom uppermost, and how we swam round her, and managed to right her ? " " And went back to the ship and had your tea in bed and your clothes dried ? " " No, Eve," replied David Avith the utmost simplicity ; "we got in and to work again and killed the whale in less than half an hour, and planted our flag on her, and away after another." Then he told them how they harpooned one right whale, and by good luck were able to make her fast to the stern of the ship, " and if you will believe me. Miss Fountain, though there was just a breath on and off riglit aft, and the foresail jib and mizzen all set to catch it, she towed the sliip astern a good cable's length, and the last thing was, she broke the harpoon shaft just below the line, and away she swam right in the wind's eye." "And there was an end of her, and your nasty cruel harpoon, and — oh, I'm so pleased." " No, there wasn't, Eve ; we heard of l^oth fish and harpoon again ; but not for a good many years." " Mr. Dodd ! " " Yes, Miss Fountain ; it is curious, like many things that fall out at sea ; but not so wonderful as her towing a ship of four hundred tons with the foresail, mizzen, and jib all aback. Well, sir, did you ever hear of Nantucket ? It is a port in the United States ; and our harpooner happened to be there full four years after we lost this LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 55 whale. Some Yankee whalers were treating him to the best of grog, and it was brag Briton, brag Yankee, according to custom whenever these two meet. Well, our man had no more invention than a stone ; so he Avas getting the worst of it, till he bethought him of this Avhale; so he up and told how he had struck a right whale in the Pacific, and she had towed the ship with her sails aback, at least her foresail, mizzen, and jib; only he didn't tell it short like me, but as long as the Eed Sea, with the day and the hour, the latitude (within four or five degrees, I take it), and what we had done a week before, and what we had not done, all by way of prologue, and for fear of weathering the Horn, tic, tic, the point, of the story too soon. When he had done there was a general howl of laughter, and they began to cap lies with him, and so they bantered him most cruelly by all accounts ; but at last a long, silent chap, weather- beaten to the color of rosewood, put in his word. " ' What was the ship's name, mate ? ' " ' The Connemara,' says he. " ' And what is your name ? ' So he told him, ' Jem Green.' "The other brings a great mutton fist down on the table, and makes all the glasses dance. 'You stay at your moorings till I come back,' says he. ' I have got something belonging to you, Jem Green,' and he sheered off. The others lay to and passed the grog. Presently, the long one comes back with a harpoon steel in his hand — there was 'Connemara' stamped on it, and also 'James Green ' graved with a knife. ' Is that yours ? ' 'Is my hand mine?' says Jem; 'but wasn't there a broken shaft to it ? ' " ' There was,' says the Yankee harpooner, ' I cut it out.' " ' Well ! ' says Jem, ' that is the harpoon we were fast by to this very whale — where did you kill her ? ' 56 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. a ( In the Greenland seas.' And he whips out his private log: 'liere yon are,' says he — 'March 25, 1820, latitude so and so — killed a right whale, lost half the blubber owing to the carcass sinking — cut an English harpoon out of her.' " 'Avast there, mate ! ' cries Jem, and he whips out his log; 'overhaul that.' The other harpooner overhauled it ; ' mates, look here,' says he, ' I reckon we han't fathomed the critters yet. The Britisher struck her in the Pacific on the 5th of March, and we killed her off Greenland on the 25th, five thousand miles of water by the lowest reckoning.' By this time there were a dozen heads jammed together, like bees, swarming, over the two logs. ' She got a wound in the Pacific ! " Hallo ! " says she — " this is no sea for a lady to live in ; " so she up helm and right away across the pole into the Atlantic, and met her death.' " " Your story has an interest' you little suspect, young gentleman. If this is true, the north-west passage is proved." " That has been proved a hundred times, sir, and in a hundred ways ; the only riddle is to find it. The man that tells you there is not a north-west passage is no sailor, and the fish that can't find it is not a whale ; for there is not a young suckling no bigger than this room that does not know that passage as well as a mid on his first voyage knows the way to the mizzen top through lubber's hole — how tired you must be of whales, ladies !" " Oh, no ! " " Kill us one more, David ! I love bloodshed — to hear of." " Well, now, I don't think that can be Miss Fountain's taste, to look at her." Then David told them how he had fallen in with a sperm whale dead of disease, floating as high as a LOVE ME IJTTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 57 frigate ; hoAV, with p.. very light breeze, the skipper had crept down towards her; how at half a mile distance the stench of her was severe, but, as they neared her, awful — then so intolerable, that the skipper gave the crew leave to go below, and close the lee-ports. So there were but two men left on the brig's deck, and a ship's company that a hurricane would not have driven from their duty, skulked before a foul smell; but such a smell — a smell that struck a chill and a loathing to the heart and soul and marrow-bone, a smell like the gases in a foul mine ; " it would have suffocated us in a few minutes if we had been shut up along with it." Then he told how the skipper and he stuffed their noses and ears with cotton steeped in aromatic vinegar, and their mouths with pig-tail (by Avhich, as it subsequently appeared, Lucy understood pork or bacon in some form unknown to her narrow experience), and lighted short pipes and breached the brig upon the putrescent monster, and grappled to it, and then the skipper jumped on it, a basket slung to his back, and a rope fast under his shoulders in case of accidents, and drove his spade in behind the whale's side-fin. " His spade, Mr. Dodd ? " " His whale-spade ; it is as sharp as a razor ; " and how the skipper dug a hole in the whale as big as a well and four feet deep, and, after a long search, gave a shout of triumph, and picked out some stuff that looked like Gloucester cheese ; and when he had nearly filled his basket with this stuff, he slacked the grappling iron, and David hauled him on board, and the carcass dropped astern, and the captain sang out for rum, and drank a small tumbler neat and would have fainted away, spite of his precautions, but for the rum, and how a heavenly perfume was now on deck fighting with that horrid odor. And how the crew smelled it and crept timidly up one 58 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. by one, and how " the Gloster cheese was a great favorite of yours, ladies ; it was the king of perfumes ; amber- gris ; there is some of it in all your richest scents ; and the knowing skipper had made a hundred guineas in the turn of the hand. So knowledge is wealth, you see, and the sweet can be got out of the sour by such as study nature." "Don't preach, David, especially after just telling a fib — a hundred guineas ! " " I am wrong," said David. "Very wrong, indeed." " There were eight pounds ; and he sold it a guinea the ounce to a wholesale chemist ; so that looks to me like one hundred and twenty-eight pounds," Then David left the whales, and encouraged by bright eyes, and winning smiles, and warm questions, sang higher strains. Ships in dire distress at sea, yet saved by God's mercy and the cool invincible courage of captain and crew, — great ships run ashore, tlie waves breaking them up, the rigging black with the despairing crew eying the watery death that tumbled and gaped and roared for them below — and then little shore boats, manned by daring hearts, launched into the surf, and going out to the great ship and her peril, risking more life for the chance of saving life. And he did not present the bare skeletons of daring acts; those grand morgues, the jour- nals, do that. There lie the dry bones of giant epics waiting genius's hahd to make them live. He gave them not only the broad outward facts, the bones ; but those smaller touches that are the body and soul of a story, true or false ; wanting which the deeds of heroes sound an almanac ; above all he gave them glimpses not only of what men acted but what they felt, what passed in the hearts of men perishing at sea, in sight of land, LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 59 houses, fires on the hearth, and out-stretched hands, and in the hearts of the heroes that ran their boats into the surf and Death's maw to save them, and of the lookers on, admiring, fearing, shivering, glowing, and of the women that sobbed and prayed ashore with their backs to the sea; just able to risk lover, husband, and son, for the honor of manhood and the love of Christ, but not able to look on at their own flesh and blood diving so deep, and lost so long, in cockle-shells between the hills of waves. Such great acts, great feelings, great perils, and the gushes that crowned all of holy triumph, when the boats came in with the dripping and saved, and man for a moment looked greater than the sea and the wind and death, this seaman poured hot from his own manly heart into quick and womanly bosoms, that heaved visibly and glowed with admiring sympathy and fluttered with gentle fear. And after a while, though not at first, David's yarns began to contain a double interest to one of the party — Miss Fountain. Those who live to please get to read character at sight, and David, though in these more noble histories he scarcely named himself, was laying a full-length picture of his own mind bare to these keen feminine eyes. As for old Fountain, he was charmed, and saw nothing more than David showed him outright. But the women sat flashing secret intelligence backwards and forwards from eye to eye, after the manner of their sex. " Do you see ? " said one lady's eyes. " Yes," replied the other. " He was concerned in this feat, though he does not say so." " Oh ! you agree with me ? Then we are right," replied the first pair of speakers. "There again, look, this sailor whom he describes as a fellow that happened to be ashore at that foreign port 60 LOVE ]ME LITTLE, L0\T: ME LONG. with notliing better to do, and who went out with the English smugglers to save the brig when the natives durst not launch a boat ? " " Himself ! not a doubt of it." And so the blue and hazel lightning Avent dancing to and fro ; ay, even when the tale took a sorrowful turn and dimmed these bright orbs of intelligence, the light- ning struggled through the dew, and David was read and discussed by gleams and glances and flashes, without a word spoken. And he, all unconscious that he sat between a pair of telegraphs, and heating more and more under his great recollections, and his hearers' sympathy, enthralled them with his tuneful voice, his glowing face, his lion eye, and his breathing-burning histories : heart to dare and do, yet heart to feel, and brain and tongue to tell a deed well, are rare allies, yet here they met. He mastered his hearers, and played on their breasts as David played the harp, and perhaps Achilles ; Bochsa never, nor any of his tribe. He made the old man forget his genealogies, his small ambition, his gout, his years, and be a boy again an hour or two in thought and blood and early fire. He made the women's bosoms pant and swell, and seem to aspire to be the nests and cradles of heroes, and their eyes flash and glisten, and their cheeks flush and grow pale by turns ; and the four little papered walls that confined them seemed to fall without noise, and they were away in thought out of a carpeted temple of wax, small talk, nonentity, and nonentities, away to sea-breezes that they almost felt in their hair and round their temples as their hearts rose and fell upon a broad swell of passion, perils, waves, male men, realities. The spell was at its height, when the sea-wizard's eye fell on the mantel-piece. Died in a moment his noble ardor. " Why it's eight bells," said he servilely ; then, doggedly, " time to turn in." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 61 "Hang that clock !" shouted Mr. Fountain, "I'll have it turned out of the room." Said Lucy, with gentle enthusiasm, " It must be beau- tiful to be a sailor, and to have seen the real world, and above all to be brave and strong like Mr. , must it not, uncle ? " And she looked askant at David's square shoulders and lion eye, and for the first time in her life there crossed her an undefined instinct that this gentle- man must be the male of her species, "As for his courage," said Eve, "that we have only his own word for." David grinned. "Nor even that," replied Lucy, "for I observed he spoke but little of himself." " I did not notice that," said Eve, pertly ; " but as for his strength, he certainly is as strong as a great bear, and as rude. What do you think ? my lord carried me all the way from the top of the green lane to your house, and I am no feather." "No, a skein of silk," put in David. " I asked the gentleman politely to put me down, and he wouldn't, so then I boxed his ears." " Oh ! how could you ? " "Oh! bless you! he never hits me again; he is too great a coward. And the great mule carried me all the more — carried me to your very door." "I almost think, I believe, I could guess why he carried you, if you will not be offended at my assuming the interpreter," said Lucy, looking at Eve, and speaking at David. "You have thin shoes on. Miss Dodd; now I remember the gravel ends at green lane and the grass begins ; so, from what we now know of Mr. Dodd, per- haps he carried you that you might not have damp feet." " Nothing of the kind — yes it was, though, by his coloring up. La, David, dear boy 1 " 62 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. "What is a man alongside for, but to keep a girl out of miscliief ? " said David brusquely. "Pray convert all your sex to that view," laughed Lucy. So now they were going. Then Mr. Fountain thanked David for the pleasant evening he had given them ; then David blushed and stammered ; he had a veneration for old age ; another of his superstitions. Her uncle's lead gave Lucy an opportunity she in- stantly seized. " Mr. Dodd, you have taken us into a new world of knowledge : we never were so interested in our lives." At this point-blank praise David blushed, and was anything but comfortable, and began to back out of it all with a curt bow. Then, as the ladies can advance when a man of merit retreats, Lucy went the length of putting out her hand with a sweet grateful smile ; so he took it, and, in the ardor of encouraging so much spirit and modesty, she unconsciously pressed his hand. On this delicious pressure, light as it was, he raised his full brown eye, and gave her such a straight- forward look of manly admiration and pleasure, that she blushed faintly, and drew back a little in her turn. " Well, Davy dear, how do you like the Fountains ? " " Eve, she is a clipper ! " '•And the old gentleman ? " " He was very friendly. Wliat do you think of her ? " " She is an out-and-out woman of the Avorld — and very agreeable, as insincere people generally are. I like her, because she was so polite to you." " Oh, that is your reading of her, is it ? " The rest of the walk passed almost in silence. " Uncle, I am not sleepy to-night." " No more am I : that young rascal has set me on fire LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 63 with his yarns. Wlio would have thought that awkAvard cub had so much in him ? " " Awkward ; but not a cub : say rather a black swan ; and you know, uncle, a swan is an awkward thing on land, but when it takes the water it is glorious, and that man was glorious ; but — Da — vid — Do — dd." " I don't know whether he was glorious, but I know he amused me, and I'll have him to tea three times a week while he lasts." " Uncle, do you believe such an unfortunate combina- tion of sounds is his real name ? " asked Lucy, gravely. "Why, who would be mad enough to feign such a name ? " " That is true, but now tell me — if he should ever think of marrying with such a name ? " " Then there will be two David Dodds in the world, Mx. and Mrs." " I don't think so ; he will be merciful, and take her name instead of she his, he is so good-natured." " Ordinary sponsors would have been content with Samuel or Nathan, but no, his ones must call in ' apt alliteration's artful aid,' and have the two ' d's.' " Lucy assented with a smile, and so, being no longer under the spell of the enthusiast and the male, the gene- alogist and the fine lady took the rise out of what Miss Fountain was pleased to call his im-possible title : Da— vid Dodd. Lucy was not called on to write any more formal invi- tations to Mr. Talboys. Her uncle used merely to say to her, " Talboys dines with us to-day." She made no remark, she respected her uncle's preference ; besides — the pony. Of these trios Mr. Fountain was the true soul. He had to blow the coals of conversation right and left. It is very good of me not to compare him to the Tropic between two frigid zones. At first he took 64 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. his nap as usual ; for he said to himself, " Now I hare started them, they can go on." Besides, he had seen pictures in the shop windows of an old fellow dozing and then the young ones " popping." Dozing off with this idea uppermost, he used to wake with his eyes shut and his ears wide open ; but it was to hear drowsy monosyllables dropping oiit at intervals like minute-guns, or to find Lucy gone and Talboys reading the coals. Then the schemer sighed, and took to strong coffee soon after dinner, and gave up his nap ; and its loss impaired his temper the rest of the evening. He indemnified himself for these laborious and sleep- less dinners by asking David Dodd and his sister to tea thrice a week, on the off-nights. This joyous pair amused the poor old gentleman, and he was not the man to deny himself a xjleasure without a powerful motive. " What, again so soon ? " hazarded Lucy, one day that he bade her invite them. " I hardly know how to word my invitation : I have exhausted the forms." " If you say another word, I'll make them come every night. Am I to have no amusement ? " he added, in a deep tone of reproach, " they make me laugh." " Ah ! I forgot, forgive me." " Little hypocrite : don't they you too, pray ? why, you are as dull as ditch-water the other evenings." '' Me, dear, dull with you ? " " Yes, ]\Iiss Crocodile ; dull with a pattern uncle, and his friend — and your admirer." He watched her to see how she would take this last word. Catch her taking it at all. " I am never dull with you, dear uncle," said she, " but a third person, however estimable, is a certain restraint ; and when that person is not very lively " — Here the explanation came quietly to an untimely end, like those old tunes that finish in the middle or there- abouts. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ISfE LONG. 65 " But that is the very thing ; what do I ask them for to-night, but to thaw Talboys ? " " To thaw Talboys ? he, he ! " Lucy seemed so tickled by this expression that the old gentleman was sorry he had used it. " I mean they will make him laugh ; " then, to turn it off, he said hastily, " And don't forget the fiddle, Lucy." " Oh yes, dear^, please let me forget that, and then per- haps* they may forget to bring it." " Why you pressed him to bring it, I heard you." " Did I ? " said Lucy ruefully. " I am sure I thought you were mad after a fiddle — • you seconded Eve so warmly ; so that was only your extravagant politeness after all. I am glad you are caught. I like a fiddle ; so there is no harm done." Yes, reader, you have hit it. Eve, who openly quizzed her brother, but secretly adored him, and loved to dis- play all his accomplishments, had egged on Mr. Fountain to ask David to bring his violin next time. Lucy had shivered internally — " Now of all the screeching, whin- ing things that I dislike, a violin ! " — and thus thinking gushed out, " Oh, pray do, ]\Ir. Dodd," with a gentle warmth that settled the matter, and imposed on all around. This evening then the Dodds came to tea. They found Lucy alone in the drawing-room, and Eve engaged her directly in sprightly conversation, into which they soon drew David, and, interchanging a secret signal, plied him with a few artful questions, and — launched him. But the one sketch I gave of his manner and mat- ter must serve again and again. Were I to retail to the reader all the droll, the spirited, the exciting things, he told his hearers, there would be no room for my own little story ; and we are all so egotistical. Suffice it to oay, the living book of travels was inexhaustible; his 66 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. observation and memory Avere really marvellous, and his enthusiasm coupled Avith his accuracy of detail had still the power to enthrall his hearers. " Mr. Dodd," said Lucy, " now I see why Eastern kings have a story-teller always about them, a live story-teller; would not 3'ou have one, Miss Dodd, if you Avere queen of Persia ? " " Me ? I'd have a couple : one to make me laugli, one miserable." *' One Avould be enougli if his resources Avere equal to your brother's. Pray go on, Mr. Dodd. It Avas madness to interrupt you Avith small talk." David hung his head a moment ; then lifted it with a smile, and sailed in the spirit into the China seas, and there told them hoAv the Chinamen used to slip on board his ship and steal Avith supernatural dexterity, and the sailors catch them by the tails, wdiich, they observing, came over with their tails soaped like pigs' at a village feast; and how some fool-hardy sailors Avould venture into the town at the risk of their lives, and how one day they had to run for it, and Avhen they got to the shore their boat Avas stolen, and they had to 'bout shijD and fight it out, and one felloAV Avho knew the natives had loaded the sailors' guns Avith currant-jelly. Make ready — present — fire ! In a moment the troops of the Celes- tial Empire smarted, and Avere spattered Avith seeming gore, and fled yelling. Then he told how a poor comrade of his was nabbed and clapped in prison, and his hands and feet Avere to be cut off at sunrise ; himself at noon. It Avas midnight, and strict orders from the quarter-deck that no man should leave the ship ; what was to be done ? It Avas a moonlight night. They met silent as death between decks, — daren't speak above a Avhisper, for fear the officers should hear them. His messmate was crying LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 67 like a child. One proposed one thing, one another ; but it was all nonsense, and we knew it was, and at sunrise poor Tom must die. At last up jumps one fellow, and cries, "Messmates, I've got it ! Tom isn't dead yet ! " This was the moment Mr. Fountain and Mr. Talboys chose for coming into the drawing-room, of course. Mr. Fountain, with a shade of hesitation and awkwardness, introduced the Dodds to Mr. Talboys ; he bowed a little stiffly, and there was a pause. Eve could not repress a little movement of nervous impatience. " David is tell- ing us one of his nonsensical stories, sir," said she to Mr. Fountain, " and it is so interesting ; go on, David." " "Well, but," said David modestly, " it isn't everybody that likes these sea yarns as you do. Eve. No, I'll belay, and let my betters get a word in now." " You are more merciful than most story-tellers, sir," said Talboys. * Eve tossed her head and looked at Lucy, who with a word could have the story on again. That young lady's face expressed general complacency, politeness, and ^^tout vt'est egalP Eve could have beat her for not taking David's part. " Double face ! " thought she. She then devoted herself with the sly determination of her sex to trotting David out, and making him the principal figure in spite of the new-comer. But as fast as she heated him, Talboys cooled him. We are all great at something or other, small or great. Talboys was a first-rate freezer. He was one of those men who cannot shine, but can eclipse. They darken all but a vain man by casting a dark shadow of trite sentences on each luminary. The vain man insults them directly, and so gets rid of them. Talboys kept coming across honest enthusiastic David with little remarks, each skilfully discordant with the 68 LOVE IVfE LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. rising sentiment. Was he droll, Talboys did a bit of polite gravity on him ; was he warm in praise of some gallant action, chill irony trickled on him from T. His flashes of romance were extinguished by neat little dicta, embodying sordid and false, but current, views of life. The gauze wings of eloquence unsteeled by vanity will not bear this repeated dabbing with prose glue, so David collapsed and Talboys conquered — "spell" be- numbed " charm." The sea-wizard yield to the petrifier, and "could no more," as the poets say. Talboys smiled superior. But, as his art was a purely destructive one, it ended with its victim ; not having an idea of his own in his skull, the commentator, in silencing his text, silenced himself, and brought the society to a stand-still. Eve sat with flashing eyes. Lucy's twinkled with sly fun, this made Eve angrier. She tried another tack. "You asked David to bring his fiddle," said she sharply, "but I suppose ?to(y" — * " Has he brought it ? " asked Mr. Fountain eagerly. " Yes, he has, I made him," with a glance of defiance at Talboys. Mr. Fountain rang the bell directly, and sent for the fiddle. It came, David took it, and tuned it, and made it discourse. Lucy leaned a little back in her chair, and wore her " tout m^est egal " face, and Eve watched her like a cat. First her eyes opened with mild astonish- ment, then her lips parted in a smile ; after a while a faint color came and went, and her eyes deepened and deepened in color and glistened with the dewy light of sensibility. A fiddle wrought this, or rather genius, in whose hand a jew's-harp is the lyre of Orpheus, a fiddle the liarj) of David, a chisel a hewer of heroic forms, a brush or a pen the sceptre of souls, and, alas ! a nail a picklock. Inside every fiddle is a soul; but a coy one. The nine LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 69 hundred and ninety-nine never win it. They play rapid tunes, but the soul of beautiful gayety is not there ; slow tunes, very slow ones, wherein the spirit of whining is mighty, but the sweet soul of pathos is absent ; doleful, not nice and tearful. Then comes the heaven-born fiddler, ^ who can make himself cry with his own fiddle. David had a touch of this witchcraft. Though a sound musician and reasonably master of his instrument, he could not fly in a second up and down it, tickling the finger-board, and scratching the strings without an atom of tone, as the mechanical monkeys do that boobies call fine players. Great Orjoheus i^layed so well, he moved Old Nick, But these move nothing but their fiddle-stick.''^ But he could make you laugh and crow with his fiddle, and could make you jump up, setat. sixty, and snap your fingers at old age and propriety, and propose a jig to two bishops and one master of the rolls, and, they declining, pity them without a shade of anger, and substitute three chairs : then sit unabashed and smiling at the past; and the next minute he could make you cry or near it. In a word, he could evoke the soul of that wonderful wooden shell and bid it discourse with the souls and hearts of his hearers. Meantime Lucy Fountain's face would have interested a subtle student of her sex. Her sensibility to music was great, and the feeling strains stole into her nature and stirred the treasures of the deep to the surface. Eve, a keen if not a profound observer, was struck by the rising beauty of this counte= nance over which so many moods chased one another. 1 This is the definition of the heaven-born fiddler by Pate Bailey, a gypsy tinker and celestial violinist. Being asked for a test of proficency on that instrument, he replied that no man is a fiddler " till he can gar himsel greet wi a feddle." * See how uiyust satire is! Don't they move their finger-nails? 70 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. She said to herself, ''Well, David is right after all. She is a lovely girl. Her features are nothing out of the way. Her nose is neither one thing nor the other ; but her expression is beautiful. None of 3'our wooden faces for me. And, dear heart, how her neck rises ! La, how her color comes and goes ! Well, I do love the fiddle myself dearly ; and now, if her eyes are not brimming ! I could kiss her ! La, David," cried she, bursting the bonds of silence, "that is enough of the tune the old cow died of; take and play something to keep our hearts up, do." Eve's good humor and mirth were restored by David's success, and now nothing would serve her turn but a duet, pianoforte and violin. Miss Fountain objected — " Why spoil the violin ? " David objected too — "I had hoped to hear the pianoforte, and how can I with a fiddle sounding under my chin ? " Eve overruled both per- emptorily. " Well, Miss Dodd, what shall we select ? but it does not matter, I feel sure Mr. Dodd can play a livre ouvertP "Not he," said Eve hypocritically, being secretly convinced he could. "Can you play 'a leevre ouvert,' David ? — Who is it by, Miss Fountain ? " Lucy never moved a muscle. After a rummage a duet was found that looked prom- ising ; and the performance began. In the middle David stopped. " Ha ! ha ! David's broke down," shrieked Eve, con- cealing her uneasiness under fictitious gayety. " I thought he would." " I beg your pardon," explained David to Miss Foun- tain, "but you are out of time." " Am I ? " said Lucy composedly. " And have been more or less all through." " David, you forget yourself." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ISIE LONG. 71 "No, no, set me right by all means, Mr. Dodd. I am not a hardened offender." " Is it not just possible the violin may be the instru- ment that is out of time ? " suggested Talboys insidiously. "No," said David simply, "I was right enough." "Let us try again, Mr. Dodd. Play me a few bars first in exact time. Thank you ! — now " — " All went merry as a marriage bell," for a page and a half — then David, fiddling away, cried out, " You are getting too fast, ' ri tum tiddy iddy ri turn ti,' " — then by stamping and accenting very strongly, he kept the piano from overflowing its bounds. The piece ended. Eve rubbed her hands. " Now you'll catch it, Mr. David." " I am afraid I gav^e you a great deal of trouble, Mr. Dodd." " £>i revanche, you gave us a great deal of pleasure," put in Mr. Talboys. Lucy turned her head and smiled graciously ; " But pianoforte players play so much by themselves ; they really forget the awful importance of time." " I profit by your confession that they do sometimes play by themselves," said Mr. Talboys : " be merciful, and let us hear you by yourself." Eve turned as red as fire. David backed the request sincerely. Lucy played a piece composed expressly for the piano by a pianist of the day. David sat on her left hand and watched intently how she did it. \Vhen it was over Talboys did a bit of rapture ; Eve another. "That is playing." "I would not have believed it if I had not seen it done," said David. "Eve, you should have seen her beautiful fingers thread in and ovit among the keys ; it 72 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. was like white fire dancing, and as for her hand, it is not troubled with joints like ours, I should say." " The music, Mr. Dodd," said Lucy, severely. " Oh, the music ! well, I could hardly take on me to say. You see I heard it by the eye, and that was all in its favor : but I should say the music wasn't worth a button." " David ! " " How you run off with one's words. Eve. I mean, played by anybody but her ; why, what was it when you come to think ? up and down the gamut and then down and up. No more sense in it than a b c, a scramble to the mainmast head for nothing and back to no good. I'd as lief see you play on the table, IVIiss Fountain." " Poor Moscheles ! " said Lucy, dryly. " Eevenge is in your power," said Talboys, " play no more ; punish us all for this one heretic." Lucy reflected a moment : she then took from the Canterbury a thick old book. " This was my mother's. Her taste was pure in music as in everything. I shall be sorry if you do not all like this," added she, softly. It was an old mass ; full magnificent chords in long succession, strung together on a clear but delicate melody. She played it to perfection : her lovely hands seemed to grasp the chords. No fumbling in the bass ; no gelatin- izing in the treble. Her touch, firm and masterly, j^et feminine, evoked the soul of her instrument as David had of his, and she thought of her mother as she played. These were those golden strains from which all mortal dross seems purged. Hearing them so played you could not realize that he who writ them had ever eaten, drunk, smoked, snuffed, and hated the composer next door. She who played them felt their majesty and purity. She lifted her beaming eye to heaven as slie jdayed, and the color receded from her cheek ; and when her enchant- LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 73 ment ended slie was silent, and all were silent, and their ears ached for the departed charm. Then she looked round a mute inquiry. Talboys applauded loudly But the tear stood in David's eye, and he said nothing. "Well, David," said Eve, reproachfully, "I'm sure if that does not please you " — " Please me," cried David, a little fretfully, " more shame for me if it does not. Please is not the word. It is angel music, I call it — ah ! " " Well, you need not break your heart for that : he is going to cry, ha, ha ! " "I'm no such thing," cried David indignantly, and blew his nose — promptly, with a vague air of explana- tion and defiance. But why the male of my species blows its nose to hide its sensibility, a deeper than I must decide. Mr. Talboys for some time had not been at his ease. He had been playing too, and an instrument he hated — second fiddle. He rose and joined Mr. Fountain, who was sitting half awake on a distant sofa. "Aha!" thought Eve exulting, "we have driven him away." Judge her mortification, when Lucy, after shutting the piano, joined her uncle and Mr. Talboys. Eve whispered David — " Gone to smooth him down : the high and mighty gentleman wasn't made enough of." " Every one in their turn," said David calmly ; " that is manners : look, it is the old gentleman she is being kind to. She could not be unkind to any one, however.'" Eve put her lips to David's ear. " She will be unkind to you, if you are ever mad enough to let her see what I see," said she, in a cutting whisper. " What do you see ? More than there is to see, I'll wager," said David, looking down. 74 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. "Ah, that is the way with young men: the moment they take a fancy, their sister is nothing to them : their best friend loses their conlidence." " Don't ye say that, Eve ! now don't say that ! " " No — no — David — never mind me. I am cross. And if you saw a sore heart in store for any one you had a regard for, woukln't you be cross ? Young men are so stupid : they can't read a girl, no more than Hebrew ; if she is civil and affable to them, oh they are the man directly, when, instead of that, if it . was so, she would more likely be shy, and half afraid to come near them. David, you are in a fool's paradise. In company and even in flirtation all sorts meet and part again : but it isn't so with marriage. There ' it is beasts of a kind that in one are joined, and birds of a feather that come together.' Like to like, David. She is a fine lady, and she will marry a fine gentleman and nothing else, with a large income. If she knew what has been in your head this month past, she would open her eyes and ask if the man was mad." " She has a right to look down on me, I know," mur- mured David humbly, but (his eye glowing with sudden rapture) she doesn't — she doesn't." " Look down on you ! you are better company than she is, or any one she can get in this out-of-the-way place : it is her interest to be civil to you. I am too hard upon her ; she is a lady, a perfect lady, and that is why she is above giving herself airs. No, David, she is not the one to treat us with disrespect, if we don't forget our- selves. But if ever you let her see that you are in love with her, you will get an affront that will make your cheek burn and my heart smart : so I tell you." " Hush ! I never told you I was in love with her." " Never told me ? Never told me ? who asked you to tell me ? I have eyes if you have none." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 75 " Eve," said David, imploringly, " I don't hear of any lover that she has. Do you ? " " No," said Eve, carelessly. " But who knows ? she passes half the year a hundred miles from this ; and there are young men everywhere. If she was a milk- maid, they'd turn to look at her with such a face and figure as that, much more a young lady with every grace and every charm : she has more than one after her that we never see, take my word." Eve had no sooner said this than she regretted it ; for David's face quivered, and he sighed like one trying to recover his breath after a terrible blow. What made this and the succeeding conversation the more trying and peculiar was that the presence of other persons in the room, though at a considerable distance, compelled both brother and sister, though anything but calm, to speak sotto voce. But in the history of mankind more strange and incongruous matter has been dealt with in an undertone, and with artificial and forced calmness. " My poor David," said Eve, sorrowfully, " you who used to be so proud, so high-spirited. Be a man ! don't throw away such a treasure as your affection. For my sake, dear David, your sister's sake avIio does love you so very, very dearly ! " "And I love you. Eve. Thank you. It Avas hard lines. Ah ! But it is wholesome, no doubt, like most bitters. Yes. Thank you, Eve. I do admire her v-very much," and his voice faltered a little. " But I am a man for all that, and I'll stand to my own words. I'll never be any woman's slave." " That is right, David." " I will not give hot for cold, nor my heart for a smile or two. I can't help admiring her, and I do hope she will be — happy — ah — whoever she fancies. But, if I am never to command her^ I won't carry a willow at my 76 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE MB LONG. mast-head, and drift away from reason and manhood and my duty to yon and mother and myself." " Ah, David, if you could see how noble you look now — is it a promise, David ? For I know you will keep your word if once you pass it." " There is my hand on it. Eve." The brother and sister grasped hands, and when David was about to withdraw his, Eve's soft but vigorous little hand closed tighter and kept it firmer, and so they sat in silence. " Eve." " My dear." " Now don't you be cross." " No, dear. Eve is sad, not cross : what is it ? " « Well, Eve —dear Eve." " Don't be afraid to speak your mind to me — why should you ? " " Well then. Eve, now, if she had not some little kind- ness for me, would she be so pleased with these thunder- ing yarns I keep spinning her, as old as Adam, and as stale as bilge-water ? You that are so keen, how comes it you don't notice her eyes at these times ? I feel them shine on me like a couple of suns. They Avould make a statue pay the yarn out. Who ever fancied my chat as she does ? " " David," said Eve, quietly, " I have thought of all this : but I am convinced now there is nothing in it. You see, David, mother and I are used to your yarns, and so we take them as a matter of course — but the real fact is, they are very interesting, and very enticing, and you tell them like a book. You came all fresh to this lady, and she is very quick ; so she had the wit to see the merit of your descriptions directly. I can see it myself now. All young women like to be amused, David, and, above all, excited : and your stories are very LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 77 exciting : that is the charm : that is what makes her eyes fire : but if that puppy there, or that book-shelf yonder, could tell her your stories, she would look at either the puppy or the book-stand with just tlie same eyes she looks on you with, my poor David." '' Don't say so, Eve ! Let me think there is some little feeling for me inside those sweet eyes that look so kind on me." " And on me, and on everybody. It is her manner. I tell you she is so to all the world. She isn't the first I've met. Trust me to read a woman, David : what can you know ? " "I know nothing: but they tell me you can fathom one another better than any man ever could," said David sorrowfully. " David, just now you were telling as interesting a story as ever was. You had just got to the thrilling part." " Oh, had I, what was I saying ? " " I can't tell you to the very word : I am not your sweetheart any more than she is ; but one of the sailors was in danger of his life, and so on ; you never told me the story before. I was not worth it. Well, just then does not that affected puppy choose his time to come meandering in ? " "Puppy ? I call him a fine gentleman." " Well, there isn't so much odds. In he comes : your story is broken off directly. Does she care ? No, she has got one of her own set ; he is not a very bright one ; he is next door to a fool. oSTo matter ; before he came, to judge by her crocodile eyes, she was hot after your story ; the moment he did come, she didn't care a pin for you 7ior your story. I gave her more than one opening to bring it on again ; not she. I tell you you are nothing but a 2)(iss time,^ you suit her turn so long as none of 1 I write this word as the lady thought proper to pronounce it. 78 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ]ME LONG. her own set are to be had. If slie would leave you for such a jackanapes as that, what would she do for a real gentleman, such a man as she is a woman for instance, and as if there weren't plenty such in her own set — oh, you goose ! " David interrupted her. '' I have been a vain fool, and it is lucky no one has seen it but you," and he hid his face in his hands a moment : then, suddenly remember- ing where he was, and that this was an attitude to attract attention, he tried to laugh — a piteous effort ; then he ground his teeth and said, " Let us go home. All I want now is to get out of the house. It would have been better for me if I had never set foot in it." " Hush ! be calm, David, for heaven's sake. I am only waiting to catch her eye, and then we'll bid them good-evening." " Very well, I'll wait ; " and David fixed his eyes sadly and doggedly on the ground. "I won't look at her if I can help," said he resolutely, but very sadly, and turned his head away. "NoAv, David," Whispered Eve. David rose mechanically and moved with his sister towards the other group. Miss Fountain turned at their approach. Somewhat to David's surprise, Eve retreated as quietly as she had advanced. " We are to stay." "What for?" " She made me a signal." " iSTot that I saw," said David incredulously. '' What, didn't you see her give me a look ? " " Yes, I did. But what has that to do with it ? " " That look was as much as to say, Please stay a little longer, I have something to say to you." " Good heavens ! " " I think it is about a bonnet, David. I asked her to LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 79 put me ill the way of getting one made like hers. She does wear heavenly bonnets." " Ay. I did well to listen to you, Eve : you see I can't even read her face, much less her heart. I saw her look up, but that was all. How is a poor fellow to make out such craft as these that can signal one another a whole page with a flash of the eye ? Ah ! " "■ There, David, he is going. Was I right ? " Mr. Talboys was in fact taking leave of Miss Fountain. The old gentleman convoyed his friend. As the door closed on them. Miss Fountain's face seemed to catch fire. Her sweet complacency gave way to a half-joyous, half-irritated small energy : she came gliding swiftly through not hurriedly up to Eve : " Thank you for see- ing." Then she settled softly and gradually on an ottoman, saying, " Xow, Mr. Dodd." David looked puzzled. '' What is it ? " and he turned to his interpreter Eve. But it was Lucy who replied, " ' His messmate was crying like a child. At sunrise poor Tom must die. Then up rose one fellow (we have not an idea who one fellow means in these narratives ; have we, Miss Dodd ?) and cried, " I have it, messmates. Tom isn't dead yet." ' Now Mr. Dodc^, between that sentence and the one that is to follow, all that has happened in this room was a hideous dream : on that understanding we have put up with it — it is now happily dispersed, and we — go ahead again." " I see. Eve, she thinks she would like some more of that China yarn." " Her sentiments are not so tame. She longs for it, thirsts for it, and must and will have it — if you will be so very obliging, Mr. Dodd." The contrast between all this singular vivacity of Miss Fountain, and the sudden return to her native character and manner in the last 80 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE INIE LONG. sentence, struck the sister as very droll ; seemed to the brother so winning, that, scarcely master of himself, he burst out, " You shan't ask me twice for that, or any- thing I can give you : " and it was with burning cheeks and happy eyes he resumed his tale of bold adventure and skill on one side, of numbers, danger, and difficulty on the other. He told it now like one inspired, and both the young ladies hung panting and glowing on his words. David and Eve went home together. David was in a triumphant state, but waited for Eve to congratulate him. Eve was silent. At last David could refrain no longer. "^AHiy, you say nothing." "No. Common-sense is too good to be wasted — don't go so fast." ''No. There — I heave-to for convoy to close up — would it be wasted on me ? ha, ha ! " '' To-night. There you go pelting on again." " Eve, I can't help it. I feel all canvas, with a cargo of angels' feathers, and sunshine for ballast." " Moonshine." " Sun, moon, and stars, and all that is bright by night or day. I'll tell you what do ; you keep your head free and come on under easy sail: I'll stand across your bows with every rag set and drawing : so then I shall be always within hail." This sober-minded manoeuvre was actually carried out. The little corvette sailed steadily down the middle of the lane ; the great merchant-man went pitching and rolling across her bows : thus they kept together though their rates of sailing were so different. Merry Eve never laughed once ; but she smiled ; and then sighed. David did not heed her: all of a moment his heart LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 81 vented itself in a sea ditty so loud and clear and mellow, that windows opened, and out came niglitcapped heads to hear him carol the lusty stave making night jolly. Meantime, the weather being balmy, Mr. Fovmtain had walked slowly with Mr. Talboys in another direction. Mr. Talboys inquired, " Who were those people ? " " Oh, only two humble neighbors," was the reply. " I never met them anywhere. They are received in the neighborhood ? " "Not in society, of course." " I don't understand you. Have not I just met them here ? " ''That is not the way to put it," said the old gentle- man, a little confused. " You did not meet them ; you did me and my niece the honor to dine with us, and the Dodds dropped in to tea — quite another matter." " Oh, is it ? " " Is it not ? I see ; you have been so long out of England, you have forgotten these little distinctions; society would go to the deuce without them. We ask our friends, and persons of our own class, to dinner, but Ave ask who we like to tea in this county. Don't you like her ? she is the prettiest girl in the village." " Pretty and pert." " Ha — ha — that is true — she is saucy enough, and amusing in proportion." " It is the man I alluded to." " What, David ? ay, a very worthy lad. He is a down- right modest, well-informed young man." " I don't doubt his general merits, but let me ask you a serious question. His evident admiration of Miss Fountain ? " " His ad-mi-ration of Miss Fountain ? " " It is agreeable to you ? " "It is a matter of consummate indifference to me." 6 82 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE JIE LONG. " But not, I tliink, to lier — she showed a submission to the cub's impertinence, and a desire to please instead of putting him down, that made me suspect — Do you often ask Mr. Dodd — what a name ! — to tea ? " " My dear friend, I see that with all your accomplish- ments you have something to learn ; you want insight into female character : now I, who must go to school to you on most points, can be of use to you here : " then seeing that Talboys was mortified at being told thus gently there was a department of learning he had not fathomed, he added, " at all events, I can interpret my own niece to you. I have known her much longer than you have." Mr. Talboys requested the interpreter to explain the pleasure his niece took in Mr. Dodd's fiddle. " Part politeness — part sham — why, she wanted not to ask them this evening, the fiddle especially. I'll give you the clew to Lucy ; she is a female Chesterfield, and the droll thing is she is polite at heart as well. Takes it from her mother : she was something between an angel and a duchess." " Politeness does not account for the sort of partiality she showed for these Dodds while I was in the room." ''Pure imagination, my dear friend. I was there ; and, had so monstrous a phenomenon occurred, I must have seen it. If you think she could really prefer their society to yours, you are as unjust to her as to yourself. She may have concealed her real preference out oi finesse, or perhaps she has observed that our inferiors are touchy, and ready to fancy we slight them for those of our own rank." Talboys shrugged his shoulders ; he was but half con- vinced. "Her enthusiasm when the cub scraped the fiddle went beyond mere politeness." " Beyond other people's, you mean. Nothing on earth LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 83 ever went beyond hers — ha, ha, ha ! To-morrow night, if you like, we will have my gardener Jack Absolom in to tea." " No, I thank you. I have no wish to go beyond Mr. and Miss Dodd." " Oh, only for an experiment. The first minute Jack will be wretched, and want to sink through the floor. But in five minutes you will find Lucy will have made Jack Absolom at home in my drawing-room. He will be laying down the law about jonquils, and she all sweet- ness, curiosity, and enthusiasm outside — enmn in." " Can her eyes glisten out of politeness ? " inquired Talboys, with a subdued sneer. " Why not ? " " They could shed tears perhaps for the same motive ? " said Talboys, with crushing irony. " Well ? Hum ? I'd back them at four to seven." Mr. Talboys was silent, and his manner showed that he was a little mortified at a subject turning to joke which he had commenced seriously. He must stop this annoyance. He said severely, " It is time to come to an understanding with you." At these words, and above all at their solemn tone, the senior pricked his ears, and prepared his social diplomacy. " I have visited very frequently at your house, Mr, Fountain." "Never without being welcome, my dear sir." "You have, I think, divined one reason of my very frequent visits here." "I have not been vain enough to attribute them entirely to my own attractions." " You approve the homage I render to that other attraction ? " " Unfeignedly." " Am I so fortunate as to have her suffrage too ? " 84 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. "I have no better means of knowing than you have." "Indeed. I was in hopes you might have sounded her inclinations." " I have scrupulously avoided it," replied the veteran. ''I had no right to compromise you upon mere conjecture however reasonable. I awaited your authority to take any move in so delicate a matter. Can you blame me ? On one side my friend's dignity, on the other a young lady's peace of mind, and that young lady my brother's daughter." " You were right, my dear sir ; I see and appreciate your reserve, your delicacy; though I am about to remove its cause. I declare myself to you your niece's admirer ; have I your permission to address her ? " "You have, and my warmest wishes for your suc- cess." " Thank you. I think I may hope to succeed, provided I have a fair chance afforded me." " I will take care you shall have that." " I should prefer not to have others buzzing about the lady whose affection I am just beginning to gain." "You pay this poor sailor an amazing compliment," said Mr. Fountain a little testily ; " if he admires Lucy, it can only be as a puppy is struck with the moon above. The moon does not respond to all this wonder by descend- ing into the whelp's jaws: no more will my niece. But that is neither liere nor there ; you are now her declared suitor, and have a right to stipulate ; in short, you have only to say the word, and 'exeunt Dodds ' as the play- books say." "Dodds? I have no objection to the lady; would it not be possible to invite her to tea alone ? " " Quite possible, but useless : she would not stir out without her brother." " She seems a little jjerson likely to give herself airsj LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 85 well then, in that case, though as you say I am no doubt raising Mr. Dodcl to a false importance, still " — "Say no more; we should indulge the whims of our friends, not attack them with reasons. You will see the Dodds no more in my house." " Oh, as to that, just as you please. Perhaps they would be as well out of it," said Talboys, with a sudden affectation of carelessness. "I must not take you too far ; good night." " Go-o-d night ! " Poor David. He was to learn how little real hold upon society has the man who can only instruct and delight it. Mr. Fountain bustled home, rubbing his hands with delight. "Aha!" thought he, "jealous, actually jeal- ous ! absurdly jealous ! That is a good sign. Who would have thought so proud a man could be jealous of a sailor ? I have found out your vulnerable point, my friend. I'll tell Lucy : how she will laugh ! David Dodd ! Now we know how to manage him, Lucy and I. If he freezes back again, we have but to send for David Dodd, and his fiddle." He bustled home and up into the drawing-room to tell Lucy Mr. Talboys had at last declared himself. His heart felt warm. He would settle six thousand pounds on Mrs. Talboys during his life, and his whole fortune after his death. He found the drawing-room empty. He rang the bell. "' Where is Miss Fountain ? " John didn't know, but supposed she had gone to her room. " You don't know ? You never know anything. Send her maid to me." The maid came and courtesied demurely at the door. " Tell your mistress I want to speak to her directly ; before she undresses." The maid went out, and soon returned to say that her 86 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. mistress had retired to rest, but that if he pleased she would rise and just make a derai-to-let, and come to him. This smooth and fair-sounding proposal was not, I grieve to say, so graciously received as offered. " Much obliged," snapped old Fountain. '' Her demi-toilette will keep me another hour out of my bed, and I get no sleep after dinner now amongst you. Tell her to-morrow at break- fast-time will do." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 87 CHAPTER IV. David Dodd was so radiant and happy for a day or two that Eve had not the heart to throw cokl water on him again. Three days elapsed, and no invitation to Font Abbey : on this his happiness cooled of itself. But when day after day rolled by, and no Font Abbey, he was dashed, uneasy, and above all perplexed. What could be the reason ? Had he with his rough ways offended her ? had she been too dignified to resent it at the time ? Was he never to go to Font Abbey again ? Eve's first feeling was unmixed satisfaction. We have seen already that she expected no good from this rash attachment. For a single moment her influence and reasons had seemed to wean David from it, but his vio- lent agitation and joy at two words of kindly curiosity from Miss Fountain, and the instant unreasonable revival of love and hope, showed the strange power she had acquired over him. It made Eve tremble. But now the Fountains were aiding her to cure this folly. She had read them right, had described them to David aright. A wind of caprice had carried him and her into Font Abbey ; another such wind was carrying them out. No event had happened. Mr. and Miss Fountain had been seen more than once in the village of late. " They have dropped us, and thank Heaven," said Eve in her idiomatic way. She pitied David deeply, and was kinder and kinder to him now to show him she felt for him, but she never mentioned the Font Abbey people to him either to praise 88 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. or blame them, though it was all she could do to suppress her satisfaction at the turn their insolent caprice had taken. That satisfaction was soon clouded. This time, instead of rousing himself and his pride, David sank into a moody despondency varied by occasional fretfulness : his appetite went, and his bright color, and his elastic step : this silent sadness was so new in him : such a contrast to his natural temperament, large, genial, and ever cheerful, that Eve could not bear it ; "I must shake him out of this, at all hazards," thought she : yet she put off the experiment, and put it off, partly in hopes that David would speak first, partly because she saw the wound she must probe was deep, and she winced before- hand for her patient. Meantime prolonged doubt and suspense now goaded with their intolerable stings the active spirit that chill misgivings had at first benumbed. Spurred into action by these torments, David had already watched several days in the neighborhood of Font Abbey, determined to speak to Miss Fountain, and find out whether he had given her offence ; for this was still his uppermost idea. Having failed in this attempt at an interview with her, he was now meditating a more resolute course, and he paced the little gravel-walk at home debating in himself the pros and cons. Raising his head suddenly he saw his sister walking slowly at the other end of the path. She was coming towards him, but her eyes were bent thoughtfully on tlie ground. David slipped behind some bushes, not to have his unhappiness and his meditations interrupted. The lover and tlie lunatic have points in common. He had been there some time when a grave little voice spoke quietly to him from the lawn. " David, I want to speak to you." David came out. LOVE UE LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 89 « Here am I." " Oh, I knew where you were. Don't do that again, sir, please, or you'll catch it." " Oh ! I didn't think you saw me," said David some- what confusedly. " What has that to do with it, stupid ? David," con- tinued she, assuming a benevolent, cheerful, and some- what magnificent nonchalance, " I sometimes wonder you don't come to me with your troubles. I might advise you as well as here and there one. But perhaps you think now, because I am naturally gay, I am not sensible. You mustn't go by that altogether. Ma,nner is very de- ceiving. The most foolishly-conducted men and women ever I met were as grave as judges, and as demure as cats after cream. Bless you ! there is folly in every heart. Your slow ones bottle it up for iise against the day wisdom shall be most needed. My sort let it fizz out at their mouths in their daily talk, and keep their good sense for great occasions, like the present." " Have we drifted among the proverbs of Solomon ? " inquired David, diyly. "'No need to make so many tacks, Eve. Haven't I seen yonr sense and profited by it — I and one or two more ? Who but you has steered the house this ten years, and commanded the lubberly crew ? " ^ " And then again, David, where the heart is concerned, young women are naturally in advance of young men." " God knows. He made them both. I don't." "Why, all the world knows it. And then, besides, I am five years older than you." " So mother says : but I don't know how to believe it. No one would say so, to look at you." ' The reader must not be misled by the familiar phraseoloftj' of these two speakers, to suppose that anything the least droll or humorous was intended by either of them at any part of this singular dialogue. Their hearts were sad, and their faces grave. 90 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE INIE LONG. " I'll tell you, David. Folk tliat liave small features look a deal you-nger tliau their years ; aud you know poor father used to say my face was the pattern of a flat- iron : so nobody gives me my age : but I am five good years older than you ; only you need not go and tell the town-crier." "Well, Eve?" '■'■ Well then, put all these together, and now why not come to nie for friendly advice, and the voice of reason ? " ''Reason ! reason ! there are other lights beside reason." " Jack-o'-lantern, eh ? and will-o'-the-wisp." "Eve, nobody can advise me that can't feel for me. Nobody can feel for me that doesn't know my pain : and you don't know that, because you were never in love." " Oh, then if I had ever been in love, you w^ould listen." " As I would to an angel from heaven." "And be advised by me." " Why not ? for then you'd be competent to advise : but now you haven't an idea what you are talking about." " What a pity ! Don't you think it would be as well if you were not to speak to me so sulky ? " " I ask your pardon, Eve. I did not mean to offend you." " Davy dear — for God's sake, what is this chill that has come between you and me ? You are a man. Speak out like a man." David turned his great calm sorrowful eye fi;ll upon her. " Well then, Eve, if the truth must be told, I am dis- appointed in you." "Oh, David!" " A little. You are not the girl I took you for. You know w^hich way my fancy lies ; yet you keep steering me in the teeth of it : then you see how doAvnhearted I LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 91 am this while : but not a word of comfort or hope comes from you ; and me almost dried up for want of one." "Make one word of it, David: I am not a sister to you." "I don't say that — but you might be kinder: you are against me just when I want you with me the most." " Now this is what I like," said Eve, cheerfully : " this is plain speaking. So now it is my turn, my lad. Do you remember Balaam and his ass ? " " Sure," said David : but used as he was to Eve's tran- sitions, he couldn't help staring a little at being carried eastward ho so suddenly. " Then what did the ass say when she broke silence at last?" "Well, you know, Eve, I take shame to say I don't remember her very words ; but the tune of them T do. Why, she sang out, ' Avast there, it is my first fault ; so you needn't be so hasty with your thundering rope's- end.' " " There ! You'd make a nice commentator. You haven't taken it up one bit : you are as much in the dark as our parson. He preached on her the very Sun- day you came home ; and it was all I could do to help whipping up into the pulpit, and snatching away his book and letting daylight in on them." David "was scandalized at the very idea of such a breach of discipline. " That is ridiculous," said he : " one can't have two skippers in a church any more than in a ship, brig or barque. But you can let daylight in on me." " I mean. To begin, the ass was in the right and Balaam in the wrong : so what becomes of your ' first fault ' ? She was frugal of her words ; but every sylla- ble was a needle : the worst is, some skins are so thick our needles won't enter 'em. Says she, ' This seven years 92 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. you have known me ; always true to the bridle, and true to you. Did ever 1 disobey you before ? Then why go and fancy I do it without some great cause, that you can't see ? ' Then the man's eyes were opened, and he saw it was destruction his old friend had run back from, and galled his foot to save his life : so of course he thanked her and blessed her then. Not he. He was too much of a man." " Ay, ay, I see, but what is the moral ? for I have no heart to expound riddles." " Oh, I'll tell you the moral sooner than you'll like, perhaps. The ass is a type, David. In Holy \yrit you know almost every thing is a type : when a thing means one thing and stands for another, that's a type." " Ducks can swim. At least I've heard so. Now, if you could tell me' what she is a type of ? " " What, the ass ? don't you know ? Why, of women, to be sure. Of us poor creatures of burden, underrated and misunderstood all the world over. And Balaam, he stands for men ; — and for you at the head of them," cried she, turning round with flashing eyes on David: " you have known me and my true affection more than seven years, or seventeen. I carried you in my arms when you were a year old, and I Avas six. You were my little curly-headed darling then, and have been from that day to this. Did ever I cross you, or be cold or unkind to you till the other day ? " " No, Eve, no, no, no ! Come sit beside me ! " _"Then shouldn't you have said — don't slobber 7ne — I won't have it — you and I are bad friends — oughtn't you to have said, ' Eve could never give herself the pain of crossing me ' (no, there isn't a man in the world with gumption enough to say that : that is a woman's thought), but at least j^ou might have said, ' She sees rocks ahead that I can't.' (Balaam, couldn't see the drawn sword LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 93 ahead, but there it was.) It was for you to say, ' My sister Eve woukl not change from gay to grave all at once, and from indulging me in everything to thwarting me and vexing me, unless she saw some great danger threatening 3-our peace of mind, your career in life, your very reason, perhaps.' " " I have been to blame. Eve : but speak out, and let me know the worst — you have heard something against her character ? Speak plain out for Heaven's sake ! " " It is all very well of you to say sjieak plain out ; but there are things girls don't like to speak about to any man. But after what you said that you would listen to me if I — so it is my duty. You will see my face red enough in about a minute. Two years ago I couldn't have done this even for you. It is hard I must expose my own folly, my own crime." " Why, Eve, lass, how you tremble ! Drop it now ! drop it ! " '' Hold your tongue ! " said Eve, sharply, but in con- siderable agitation. " It is too late now ; after some- thing you have said to me. If I didn't speak out now, I should be like that bad man you told us of, who let out the beacon light when the wind was blowing hard on shore. Listen, David, and take my words to heart. The road you are on now — I have been upon ; only I went much further on it than you shall go " — she resumed after a short pause, " You remember Henry Dyke ? " " What, the young clergyman avIio used to be always alongside you at our last anchorage ? " *' Yes. He was just such a man as Miss Fountain is a woman. He was but a dish of skim-milk — yet he could poison my life." Then Eve told the story of her heart. She described her lover as he appeared to her in the early days of courtship, young, handsome, good, noble in sentiment, 94 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LOKG. and warm and tender in manner. Halcyon days, not a speck to be seen in love's horizon. Then she delineated the fine gradations by which the illusion faded, too slowly and too late for her to with- draw the love she had conceived for his person at that time when person and mind seemed alike suj^erior. She painted with the delicate touch of her sex the portrait of a man and a scholar born to please all the world, and incapable of condensing his affections : a pious flirt, no longer stimulated to genuine ardor by doubts of success ; but too kind-hearted to pain her beyond measure, when a little factitious warmth from time to time would give her hours of happiness, keep her on the whole content, and, above all, retain her his. Then she shifted the mirror to herself, the fiery and faithful one : and showed David what centuries of torture a good little creature like this Dyke with its charming exterior could make a quick and ardent and devoted nature suffer in a year or two. Came out in her narrative, link by link, the gentle delicious complacency of the first period, the chill airs that soon ruffled it, the glowing hopes, the misgivings that dashed them ; then the diminution of confidence, more perplexing and exasperating than its utter loss; the alternations of joy and doubt, the fever and the ague of the wounded spirit : then the gusts of hatred followed by deeper love: later still, the periodical irritation at hopes long deferred, and still gleams of bliss between the paroxysms : so that now, as the vulgar say in their tremendous Saxon, she " spent her time between heaven and hell : " last of all, the sickness and recklessness of the worn-out and wearied heart, over which melancholy or fury impended. It was at this crisis when, as she could now see on a calm retrospect, her mind was distempered, a new and terrible passion stepped upon the scene — jealousy. A LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 95 friend came and whispered lier, "Mr. Dyke was courting another woman at the same time, and that other woman was rich." "David, at that word a flash of lightning seemed to go through me and show me the man as he really was." " The mean scoundrel, to sell himself for money ! " " No, David, he would not have sold himself with his eyes open, any more than perhaps your Miss Fountain would ; but what little heart he had he could give to any girl that was not a fright. He was a self-deceiver, and a general lover ; and such characters and their affections sink by nature to where their interest lies. Iron is not conscious, yet it creeps towards the loadstone. Well, while she was with me, I held up and managed to ques- tion her as coldly as I speak to you now, but, as soon as she left me, I went off in violent hysterics." " Poor Eve ! " "She had not been gone an hour when doesn't the Devil put it into his head to send me a long affectionate letter, and in the postscript he invited himself to supper the same afternoon. Then I got up and dried my eyes, and I seemed to turn into stone Avith resolution. ' Come ! ' I said, ' but don't think you shall ever go back to her. Your troubles and mine shall end to-night.' " " Why, Eve, you turn pale with thinking of it. I fear you have had worse thoughts pass through your mind than any man is worth." " David, your blood was in my veins, and mine is in yours." " If I didn't think so ! The Lord deliver us from temp- tation ! We don't know ourselves nor those we love." " He had driven me mad." " Mad, indeed ! what ! had you the heart to see the man bleed to death, the man you had loved, you, my little gentle Eve ? " 96 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ISIE LONG. " Oh, no, no, — no blood ! " said Eve witli a shudder. " Laudanum ! " " Good God ! " "Oh! I see your thought; no, I was not like the men in the newspapers, that kill the poor woman with a sure hand and then give themselves a scratch. It was to he one spoonful for him, but two for me. I can't dAvell on it (and she hid her face in her hands) ; it is too terri- ble to remember how far I was misled ; who, think you, saved us both ? " David could not guess. " A little angel, my good angel, that came home from sea that very afternoon. When I saw your curly head, and your sweet sunburnt face, come in at the door, guess if I thought of putting death in the pot after that : ah ! the love of our own flesh and blood, that is the love — God and good angels can smile on it." " Yes ; but go on," said David, impatiently. " It is ended, David. They say a woman's heart is a riddle ; and perhaps you will think so when I tell you that when he had brought me down to this, and hadn't died for it, I turned as cold as ice to him that minute, once and forever. I looked back at the precipice, and I hated him. Ay, from that evening he was like the black dog to my eye. I used to slip anywhere to hide out of his way, just as you did out of mine but now." " Can't you forget that ? Well, to be sure. Well ? " "So then (now you may learn what these skim-milk cheeses are made of) when he found he was my aversion, he fell in love with me again as hot as ever ; tried all he could think of to win me back ; wrote a letter every day ; came to me every other day, and when he saw it was all over for good between us, he cried and bellowed till my hate all went, and scorn came in its place. Next time we met he played quite another part, the calm, heart- broken Christian J gave me his blessing, went down on LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 97 his knees, and praj'ed a beautiful prayer that took me off my guard and made me almost respect him ; then went away, and quietly married the girl with money ; and six months after wrote to me he was miserable, dated from the vicarage her parents had got him." " Now you know if he wasn't a parson, d u me if I'd turn in to-night till I'd rope's-ended that lubber ! " " As if I'd let you dirty your hands with such rubbish. I sent the note back to him with just one line, ' Such a fool as you are has no right to be a villain.' There, David, there is your poor sister's life. Oh, what I went through for that man ! Often I said, is Heaven just, to let a poor faithful loving girl, who has done no harm, be played with on the hook and tortured hot and cold, day after day, month after month, year after year, as I was ? But now I see why it was permitted ; it was for your sake, that yon might profit by my sharp experience, and not fling your heart away on frozen mud as I did ; " and, happy in this feminine theory of divine justice. Eve rested on her brother a look that would have adorned a seraph, then took him gently round the neck and laid her little cheek flat to his. She felt as if she had just saved a beloved life. Who can estimate the value of a happiness so momen- tary, yet so holy ? Presently, looking up, she saw David's face illumi- nated. "What is it?" she asked, joyously ; "you look pleased." David was "pleased, because now he was sure she could feel for him and would side with him." " That I do ; but, David, as it is all over between you and her " — « All over ? Am I dead, then ? " Eve gasped with astonishment: "Why, what have I been telling you all tliis for ? " 7 OS LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " W^lio should you tell your trouble to, but your own brother ? Why, Eve, ha, ha ! you don't really see any likeness between your case and mine, do you ? You are not so blind as to compare her with that thundering muff ? " • "They are brother and sister, as we are," was the reply. " Ever since I saw you looked her way, my eye has hardly been off her; and she is Henry Dyke in petticoats." " I don't thank you for saying that ; well, and if she is, what has that to do with it ? I am not a woman. I am not forced to lie-to, waiting for a wind, as the girls are. I am a man. I can work for the wish of my heart, and, if it does not come to meet me, I can overhaul it." Eve was a little staggered by this thrust ; but she was not one to show an antagonist any advantage he had obtained. "David," said she, coldly, "it must come to one of two things : either she will send you about your business in form, which is a needless affront for you and me both, or she will hold you in hand, and play with you and drive you mnd. Take warning, remember what is in our blood. Father was as well as you are ; but agitation and vexation robbed him of his reason for a while ; and you and I are his children. Milk of roses creeps along in that young lady's veins, but fire gallops in ours. Give her up, David, as she has you. She has let you escape ; don't fly back like a moth to the candle ! you shan't, however ; I won't let you." " Eve," said David, quietly, " you argue well ; but you can't argue light into dark, nor night into day. She is the sun to me. I have seen her light, and now I can't live without it." He added more calmly, " It is her or none. I never saw a girl but this that I wanted to see twice, and I never shall." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 99 "But it is tliat which frightens me for you, David. Often I have wished I could see you flirt a bit, and harden your heart." " And break some poor girl's ? " " Oh, hang them ! they always contrive to pass it on. What do I care for girls ? they are not my brother. But no, David, I can't believe you will go against me and my judgment after the insult she has put on you ; no more about it, but just you choose between my respect and this wild-goose chase." " I choose both," said David, quietly. " Both you shan't have ; " and with this up bounced Eve, and stood before him bristling like a cat-o'mountain. David tried to soothe her, to coax her — in vain: her cheek was on fire and her eyes like basilisks. It was a picture to see the pretty little fury stand so erect and threatening, and great David so humble and deprecating, yet so dogged. At last he took out his knife ; it was not one of your stabbing-knives, but the sort of pruning- knife that no sailor went without in those days. "Now," said he, sadly, "take and cut my head off; cut me to pieces if you will ; I won't wince or complain; and then you will get your way ; but while I do live I shall love her, and I can't afford to lose her by sitting twiddling my thumbs waiting for luck. I'll try all I know to win her ; and if I lose her I won't blame her, but myself for not finding out how to please her; and with that I'll live a bachelor all my days for her, or else die, just as God wills ; I shan't much care which." "Oh, I know you, you obstinate toad," said Eve, clenching her teeth and her little hand. Then she burst out furiously — " Are you quite resolved ? " " Quite, dear Eve," said David, sadly ; but somehow it was like a rock speaking. "Then there is my hand/' said Eve, with an instant D 100 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. transition to amiable cheerfulness that dazzled a body like a dark lantern flying open. Used as David was to her, it stupefied him ; he stared at her and was all abroad. " Well, what is the wonder now ? " inquired Eve ; " there are but two of us. We must be together somehow or another, mustn't we ? You won't be wise Avith me ; well, then, I'll be a fool Avith you. I'll help you with this girl." '' Oh ! my dear Eve ! " " You won't gain much. Without me you hadn't the shadow of a chance, and with me you haven't a chance ; that is all the odds." " I have ! I have ! yovi have taken away my breath with joy," and David was quite overcome at the turn Eve had taken in his favor. "Oh, you need not thank me," said Eve, tossing her head with an hypocrisy all her own. " It is not out of affection for you I do it, you may be very sure of that. But it looks so ridiculous to see my brother slipping out of my way behind a tree as soon as he sees me coming. Oh ! oh ! oh ! oh ! " And a violent burst of sobs and tears revealed how that incident had rankled in this stoical little heart. David, with the tear in his own eye, clasped her in his arms, and kissed her and coaxed her, and begged her again and again to forgive him. This she did internally at the first word; but externally, no; pouted and sobbed till she had exacted her full tribute, then cleared up with sudden alacrity and inquired his plans. " I am going to call at Font Abbey and find out whether I have offended her." Eve demurred, "That would never do. You would betray yourself, and there would be an end of you. How good I am not to let you go ! No, I'll call there, I shall quietly find out whether it is her doing that we have not LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 101 been invited so long, or whose it is. You stay where you are. I won't be a minute." When the minute was thirty-five, David came under lier window and called her; she popped her head out, " Well ? " " What are you doing ? " " Putting on my bonnet." " Why, you have been an hour." "You wouldn't have me go there a fright, would you ? " At last she came down, and started for Font Abbey, and David was left to count the minutes till her return. He paced the gravel sailor-wise, taking six steps and then turning, instead of going in each direction as far as he could. He longed and feared his sister's return. One hour — two hours elapsed — still he walked a supposed deck on the little laAvn. Six steps, and then turn. At last he saw her coming in the distance ; he ran to meet lier ; but when he came up with her he did not speak, but looked wistfully in her face, and tried hard to read it and his fate. " Now, David, don't make a fool of yourself, or I won't tell you." " No — no. I'll be calm, I will — be — calm." " Well, then, for one thing — she is to drink tea with us this evening." "She Who? What? Where? Oh!" "Here." 102 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. CHAPTER V. Mr. Fountain Scat at breakfast opposite his niece with a twinkle set in his eye like a cherry-clack in a tree, relishing beforehand her smiles and blushes and grati- tude to him for having hooked and played his friend, so that now she had but to land him. "I'll just finish this delicious cup of coffee," thought he, " and then I'll tell you, my lady." Whilst he was slowly sipping said cup, Lucy looked up, and said graciously to him, " How silly Mr. Talboys was last night, was he not, dear ? " " Talboys, silly ? what, do you know ? Why, what on earth do you mean ? " "Silly is a harsh word ; injudicious, then : praising me a tort et a travers, and was downright ill-bred ; was dis- courteous to another of our guests, Mr. Dodd." " Confound Mr. Dodd ! I wish I had never invited him." " So do I. If you remember, I dissuaded you." "I do remember now. What, you don't like him, either ? " " There you are mistaken, dear. I esteem Mr. Dodd highly, and Miss Dodd, too, in spite of her manifest defects ; but in making up parties, however small, we should choose our guests with reference to each other, not merely to ourselves ; now, forgive me, it was clear beforehand that Mr. Fountain and the Dodds, especially Miss Dodd, would never coalesce. Hence my objection to inviting them ; but you overruled me — with a rod of iron, dear." " Yes, but why ? because you gave me such a bad LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 103 reason; you never said a word about this incon- gruity." " But it was in my mind all the time." " Then why didn't it come out ? " "Because — because something else would come out instead. As if one gave one's real reasons for things ! Now, uncle dear, you allow me great liberties ; but would it have been quite the thing for me to lecture you upon the selection of your own convives ? " « Why, you have ended by doing it." Lucy colored. "Not till the event proves — not till" — "Not till your advice is no longer any use." Lucy, driven into a corner, replied by an imploring look, which had just the opposite effect of argument ; it instantly disarmed the old boy ; he grinned superior, and spared his supple antagonist three sarcasms that were all on the tip of his tongue. He was rewarded for his clemency by a little piece of advice, delivered by his niece with a sort of hesitating and penitent air he did not understand one bit, — eyes down upon the cloth all the time. It came to this : he was to listen to her suggestions with a prejudice in their favor, if he could, and give them credit for being backed by good reasons ; at all events, he was never to do them the injustice to suppose they rested on those puny considerations she might put for- ward in connection with them. "Silly" is a term carrying with it a certain promptness and decision ; above all, it was a very remarkable word for Lucy to use. "The girl is a martinet in these things," thought he; "she can't forgive the least bit of impolite- ness. I suppose he snubbed Jacky Tar : what a crime ! But I had better let this blow over before I go any farther." So he postponed his disclosure till to-morrow. But before to-morrow came he had thought it over 104 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. again, and convinced himself it would be the wiser course not to interfere at all for the present, except by throwing the young people constantly together, lie had lived long enough to see that in nine cases out of ten husband and wife might be defined : " A man and a woman that were thrown a good deal together, generally in the country. A marries B, and C, D, but under similar circumstances, i.e., thrown together, A would have married D, and C, B. This ap2)lies to puppy dogs, male and female, as well as to boys and girls." Perhaps a personal feeling had some little share, too, in bringing him to the above conclusion. He was a bit of a schemer, liked to play puppets. At present his niece and friend were the largest and finest puppets he had on hand; the day he should bring them to a mutual, rational understanding, the puppet-strings would fall from his hands, and the puppets turn independent agents. He represented to Talboys that Lucy was young and very innocent in some respects ; that marriage did not seem to run in her head as in most girls' ; that a 2:)recipitate avowal might startle her, and raise unnecessary difficulties by putting her on her guard too early in their acquaint- ance. " You have no rival," he concluded ; " best win her quietly by degrees. Undermine the coy jade ! she is worth it." Cool Talboys acquiesced. David had spurred him out of his pace one night. But David was put out of the way, the course was clear ; and, as he could walk over it now, why gallop ? Childish as his friend's jealousy of this poor sailor had seemed to Mr. Fountain, still, the idea once started, he could not help inspecting Lucy to see how she would take his sudden exclusion from these parties. Now Lucy missed the Dodds very much, and was surprised to see them invited no more. But it was not in her character to satisfy a curiosity of this sort by putting a point-blank LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 105 question to the person who coukl tell her in two words. She was one of tliose thorough women whose instinct it is to find out little things, not to ask about them. When day after day passed by and the Dodds were not invited, it flashed through her mind, first, that there must be some reason for this ; secondly, that she had only to take no notice, and the reason, if any, would be sure to pop out. She half suspected Talboys, but she gave him no sign '^f suspicion. With unruffled demeanor and tranquil patience, she watched demurely for disclosures from her uncle or from him, like the prettiest little velvet panther conceiv- able lying flat in a blind path, deranging nobody, but waiting with amiable tranquillity for her friends to come her way. Thus under the smooth surface of the little society at Font Abbey, finesse was cannily at work. But the sur- face of every society is like the skin of a man, — hides a deal of secret machinery. Here were two undermining a "coy jade" (perhaps, on the whole. Uncle Fountain, it might be more prudent in you not to call her that name again ; you see, she is my heroine, and I am a man that could cut you out of this story, and nobody miss you), and the coy jade watching for the miners like a sweet little velvet panther, and, to fling away metaphor, an honest heart set aching sore hard by for having come among such a lot. 106 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. CHAPTER VI. A FABLE tells US a fowler one day saw sitting in a tree a wood-pigeon. This is a very sliy bird, so he had to creep and manoeuvre to get within gun-shot unseen, un- heard. He stole from tree to tree, and muffled his foot- steps in the long grass so adroitly, that, just as he was going to pull the trigger, he stepped light as a feather on a venomous snake ; it bit ; he died. This is amusing and pointed, but a trifle severe. What befell Uncle fountain, busy enmeshing his cock and hen pheasant, netting a niece and a friend, went to the same tune, but in a lower key, as befitted a domestic tale.i Among his letters at breakfast time came one, which he had no sooner read, than he flung it on the table and went into a fury. Lucy sat aghast : then inquired with tender anxiety what was the matter ? Angry explanations are apt to be dark ones. " It is a confounded shame — it is a trick, child — it is a do." " Ah ? what is that, uncle ? ' a do ? ' — ' a do ' ? " " Yes, ' a do.' He knew I hate figures ; can't bear the sight of them, and the cursed responsibility of adding them up right." "But who knew all this ? " "He came over here bursting with health, and asked me to be one of his executors ; mind, one : I consented on a distinct understanding I was never to be called upon to act. He was twenty years my junior, and like so 1 " Domestic," you are aware, is Latin for" tame." Ex., " Domestic fowl," " domestic drama," " story of domestic interest," or" clironicle of small beer." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 107 much mahogany ; it was just a form : I did it to soothe a man, who called himself my friend, and set his mind at rest." " But uncle, dear, I don't understand even now : can it be possible that a friend has abused your good-nature ? " " A little," with an angry sneer. " Has he betrayed your confidence ? " " Hasn't he ? " " Oh, dear ! What has he done ? " " Died, that is all," snarled the victim. " Oh, uncle ! Poor man ! " "Poor man! no doubt. But how about poor me? why, it turns out I am sole executor." " But, dear vmcle, how could the poor soul help dying ? " " That is not candid, Lucy," said Mr. Fountain severely. " Did ever I say he could help dying ? But he could help coming here under false colors, a mahogany face, and trapping his friend." "■ Uncle, what is the use your trying to play the mis- anthrope with me, who know how good you are in spite of your pretences to the contrary ? To hide your emo- tion from your poor niece, you go into a feigned fury, and all the time you know how sorry you are your poor friend is gone." . "Of course I am. He has secured one mourner. He might have died to all eternity if he hadn't nailed me first. See how selfish men are, and bad-hearted into the bargain : I believe that young fellow had been to a doctor, and found out he was booked in spite of his mahogany cheeks. So then he rides out here and wheedles an unguarded friend; I'm wired — I'm trapped — I'm snared." Lucy set herself to soothe her injured relative — you must say to yourself, " c'est un jyetit malheurJ' " Tell myself sl falsehood ? What shall I gain by that ? 108 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. Let me tell you it is these minor troubles tliat send a man to Bedlam : one breeds another till they swarm and buzz you distracted and sting you dead. ' Petit malheur ! ' it is a greater one than you have ever encountered since you have been under my wing." '' It is, dear, it is ; but I hope to encounter much greater ones before I am your age." " The deuce you do ! " '' Or else I shall die without ever having lived, a vege- table, not a human being." " Bombast ! a '■ flower ' your lovers will call you." '' And men of sense a ' weed.' But don't let us discuss me. What I wish to know is the nature of your annoy- ance, dear." He explained to her with a groan that he should have to wind up all the affairs of an estate of eight thousand pounds a year, pay the annual and other incumbrances, etc., etc. ''Well, but, dear, you will be quite at home in this, you have such a turn for business." " For my own," shrieked the old bachelor angrily ; " not for other people's. Why, Lucy, there will be half a dozen separate accounts, all of four figures. It is not as if executors were paid. And why are they not paid ? There ought to be a law compelling the estates they administer to pay them, and handsomely. It never occurred to me before, but now I see the monstrous in- iquity of amateur executors, amateur trustees, amateur guardians. Tliey take business out of the hands of those who live by business : I sincerely regret my share in this injustice. If a snob works, he always expects to be paid. How much more a gentleman. He ought to be paid double; once for the work, once for giving up his natural ease. Here am I guardian gratis to a cub of six- teen, the worst age, done school, and not begun Oxford and governesses." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 109 " Tutors, you mean." " Do I ? is it the tutors the whelps fall in love with, little goose ? Stop : I'll describe my ' interesting charge ' as the books call it. He has hair you could not tell from tow. He has no eyebroAvs — a little unfledged slip- pery horror. He used to come in to dessert, and turn all our stomachs, except his silly father's." " Poor orphan ! " " When you speak to him he never answers. Blushes instead." " Poor child ! " " He has read of eloquent blushes, and thinks there is no need to reply in words — blushing must be such an interesting and effective substitute." " Poor boy ; he wants a little judicious kindness. We will have him here." " Here ! " cried the old gentleman with horror. " What ? make Font Abbey a kennel ! No, Lucy, this house is sacred : no nuisances admitted here. Here, on this single spot of earth, reigns comfort, and shall reign unruffled while I live. This is the temple of peace. If I must be worried I must, but not beneath this hallowed roof." This eloquence, delivered as it was with a sudden solemnity, told upon the mind. " Dear Font Abbey," murmured Lucy, half closing her eyes, " how well you describe it ; cosiest of the cosey ; the walls seem padded, the carpets velvet, and the whole structure care-proof : all is quiet gayety and sweet punc- tuality. Here comfort and good humor move by clock- work — that is Font Abbey. Yet you are right — if you were to be seen in it no more, it would lose the life of its charm, dear Uncle Fountain." "Thank you, my dear, — thank you. I do like to see my friends about me comfortable ; and, above all, to be comfortable myself : the place is well enough, and I am 110 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. bitterly sorry I must leave it, and sorry to leave you, my dear." " Leave us ? not immediately ? " " This very day. Why, the funeral is to be this week — a grand funeral — and I have to order it all. Then there are relatives to be invited — thirty letters — others to be asked to the reading of the will. It will be one hurry-scurry till we get the house clear of the corpse and the vultures : then at it I must go head foremost into fathomless addition — subtraction — multiplication and vexation. ' Oh, now forever farewell something or other — farewell content I ' You talk of misanthropy. I shall end there. — Lucy ! " " Yes, dear uncle." " I never — do — a good-natured thing — but — I — bitterly — repent it. By Jupiter, the coffee is cold : the first time that has befallen me since I turned off seven servants that battled that point of comfort with me." Lucy suggested that the coffee might have cooled a little while he was being so kind as to answer her ques- tion at unusual length. Then she came round to him bringing a fresh supply of fragrant slow poison, and sat beside him and soothed him, till his ire went down, and came the calm depression of a man, who, accustomed for many years to do just what he liked, found himself sud- denly obliged to do something he did not like, a thing out of the groove of his habits too. Sure enough he left Font Abbey the same day with a promise, exacted by Lucy, that he should make her the partner of all his vexations by writing to her every day. " And, Lucy," said the old Parthian, as he stepped into his travelling-carriage, ''my friend Talboys will miss me; pray be kind to him while I am away. He is a particu- LOYE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. Ill lar friend of mine. I may be wrong ; but I do like men of known origin; of old family." "And you are right. I will be kind to him for your sake, dear." A slight cold confined Lucy to the house for three or four days after her uncle's departure (by the by, I think this must have been the reason of David's ill success in his endeavors to get an interview with her out of doors). Thus circumstanced, ladies rummage. Lucy found in a garret a chest containing a quantity of papers and parchments and the beautifullest dust. No such dust is made in these degenerate days. Some of these MSS. bore recent dates, and were easily legible, though not so easily intelligible, being written as Grati- ano spake. ^ The writers had omitted to put the idea'd words into red ink : so they had to be picked out with infinite difficulty from the multitude of unidea'd ones. Other of the MSS. more ancient wore a double veil. They hid their sense in verbiage, and also in narrow Germanified letters further deformed by contractions and ornamental flourishes, whose joint effect made a word look like a black daddy-long-legs, all sprawling fantastic limbs and the body a dot. The perusal of these pieces was slow and painful ; it was like walking or slipping about among broken ruins overgrown Avith nettles. But then Uncle Fountain was so anxious to hook on to the Flunkeys — oh, del ! what am I saying ? the Funteyns ; and his direct genealogical evidence had so completely broken down. She said to herself, " Oh, dear, if I could find something among these old writings and show it him on his return." She had them all dusted and brought down and a table-cloth laid on a long table in the drawing-room, and spelled them ' "Gratiano speaks an infinite deal of nothing . . . his reasons are as three grains of wheat in two bushels of chaff." 112 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. with a good-humored patience that belonged partly to her character, j^artly to her sex. A female who under- takes this sort of work does not skip as we should ; the habit of needlework in all its branches reconciles that portion of mankind to invisible progress in other mat- ters. Besides this they are naturally careful, and, above all, born to endure, they carry patience into nearly all they do.i Lucy made her way manfully through all the well- written circumlocution, and in a very short time consider- ing: but the antique Bunoloyiu tried her eyes too much at night, so she gave nearly her whole day to it, for she was anxious to finish all before her uncle's return. It was a curious i:)icture ; Venus immersed in musty records. One day she had studied and spelled four mortal hours, when a visitor was suddenly announced — Miss Dodd ; that young lady came briskly in at the heels of the ser- vant and caught Lucy at her work. After the first greeting her eyes rested with such undisguised curiosity on the " mouldy records," that Lucy told her in general terms what she was trying to do for her uncle. " La," said Eve, " you will ruin your eye-sight ; why not send them over to us ; I will make David read them." " And his eye-sight ? " " Oh, bless you, he has a knack of reading old writing. He has made a study of it." "If I thought I was not presuming too far on Mr. Dodd's good-nature, I would send one or two of them." " Do : and I will make him draw up a paper of the contents — I have seen him at this sort of work before 1 At about the third rehearsal of a new phiy, our actresses bring the author's words in their lieads, our actors are still all abroad, and at the first performance the breaks-down are sure to be amongst the males; the female jumeuta carry their burden (be it of pig-lead) safe from wing to wing. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 113 now. But there, la, I suppose you know it is all van- ity." " I do it to please my poor uncle." " And very good you are : but what the better will the poor old gentleman be ? we are here to act our own part well : we can't ride up to heaven on our great- grandfather." These maxims were somewhat coldly received. So Eve shifted her ground. " After all, I don't know why I should be the one to say that ; for my own name is older than your uncle's, a pretty deal." Lucy looked puzzled ; then suddenly fancying she had caught Eve's meaning, she said, " That is true. Hail, mother of mankind ! " and bowed her head with grace- ful reverence. Eve stared and colored, not knowing what on earth her companion meant. I am afraid it must be owned that Eve steadily eschewed books, and always had. What little book-learning she had, came to her filtered through David, and by this channel she accepted it willingly, even sought it at odd times, when there was no bread, pudding, dress, theology, scandal, or fun going on. She turned it off by a sudden inquiry where Mr. Fountain was; "they told me in the village he was away." Now several circu.mstances combined to make Lucy more communicative than usual. First she had been studying hard ; and after long study, when a lively person comes to us, it is a great incitement to talk. Pitiful by nature, I spare you the " bent bow." Secondly, she was a little anxious lest her uncle's sudden neglect should have mortified Miss Dodd, and a neutral topic handled at length tends to replace friendly feeling with- out direct and unpleasant explanations. She therefore answered every question in full ; told her that her uncle had lost a dear friend, that he was executor and guardian 8 114 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. to the poor boy, now entirel}^ an orphan. Her imcle, with his usual zeal on behalf of his friends, had gone off at once, and doubtless Avould not return till he had ful- filled in every respect the wishes of the deceased. To this general sketch she added many details, sup- pressing the misanthropy Mr. Fountain had exhibited or affected at the first receipt of the intelligence. In short, angelic gossip. Earthly gossip always back- bites, you know. Eve missed something somehow, no doubt the human or backbiting element — still it was gossip, sacred gossip, far dearer than Shakespeare to the female heart, and Eve's eyes glowed with pleasure, and her tongue plied eager questions. With all this, such instinctive artists are these delicate creatures, both these ladies were secretly in ambush, Lucy to learn whether Eve and David were hurt or sur- prised at not being invited of late, and why she and he had not called since. Eve to find out what was the cause David and she had been so suddenly dropped ; was it Lucy's doing, or whose ? Each lady being bent on receiving, not on making revelations, nothing transpired on either side. Seeing this. Eve became impatient, and made a bold move. " Miss Fountain," said she, " you are all alone : I wish you would come over to us this evening and have tea." Lucy did not immediately reply. Eve saw her hesi- tation, " It is but a poor place," said she, " to ask you to." " I will come," said the lady, directly. " I will come with great pleasure." " Will seven be too early for you ? " " Oh, no. I don't dine now my uncle is away. I call luncheon dinner." " Perhaps six, then ? " "Pray let me come at your usual hour. Why de- LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 115 range your family for one person ? " Six o'clock Avas settled. " I must take some of this rubbish with me," said Eve ; " come along, my dears," and with an ample and mock enthusiastic gesture she caught up an armful of manu- scripts. " The servant shall take them over for you." " Oh, bother the servant, I am my own servant — if you will lend me a pin or two." Lucy drew six pins out from different parts of her dress. Eve noticed this, but said nothing. She pinned up her apron so as to make an enormous pocket, and went gayly ofE with the " spoils of time." 116 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. CHAPTER VII. " Is that what you call being calm, David ? Let me alone — don't slobber me. I am sure I wish she had said 'No.' If I had thought she would come, I would never have asked her." " You would, Eve, you Avould for love of me." "Who knows ? perhaps I might. I am more indulgent than kind." " Eve, do tell me all. Is she Avell ? does she conie of her own good will ? Dear Eve ! " " Well, I'll tell you : first we had a bit of a talk for a blind, like ; and her uncle is aAvay : so then I asked her plump to come to tea. Well, David, first she looked ' Xo ' — only for a single moment though, she soon altered her mind, and so then the moment it was to be 'Yes' she cleared up, and you would have thought she had been asked to the king's banquet. Ah, David my lad, you have fallen into good hands — you have launched your heart on a deeper ocean than ever your ship sailed on." David took no notice. He was in a state of exaltation for one thing, and, besides. Eve's simile was sent to the wrong address ; we terrestrials fear water in proportion to its depth, but these mariners dread their native ele- ment only when it is shallow. David now kept asking in an excited way what could they do for her ? AVhat could they get to do her honor ? Wouldn't she miss the luxuries of her line place ? " Now you be quiet, David : we need not put ourselves about, for she will be the easiest girl to jjlease you have LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 117 ever seen here ; or, if she isn't, she'll act it so that you'll be none the wiser. However, you can go and buy some flowers for me." ''That I will, Ave have none good enough for her here." " And, David, tea under the catalpa as we always do on fine nights." " You don't mean that." *'' Ah, but I do ; these fine ladies are all for novelties : now I'm much mistaken if this one has ever had her tea out of doors in all her born days. What ! do you think our little stuffy room would be any treat to her, after the drawing-room at Font Abbey ? Come, you be off till half-past five : you'll fidget yourself and fidget me else." David recognized her superiority, obeyed and vanished. Eve, having got rid of him, showed none of the in- souciance she had recommended: she darted into the kitchen, bared her arms, and made Avheaten cakes with unequalled rapidity, the servant looking on with demure admiration all the Avhile. These put into the oven, she got her keys and put out the silver tea-pot, cream-jug, and sugar-basin, things not used every day, I can tell you : item, the best old china tea-service ; item, some rare tea of which David had brought home a small quantity from China. At six o'clock. Miss Fountain came ; a footman marched twenty yards behind her — she dismissed him at the door, and Eve invited her at once into the garden. There David joined them ; his heart beating violently. She put out her hand, kindly and calmly, and shook hands Avith him in the most unembarrassed way imagin- able. At the touch of her soft hand CA^ery fibre in him thrilled, and the color rushed into his face. At this a faint blush tinged her OAvn, but no more than the warm welcome she Avas receiving might account for. 118 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. They seated lier in a comfortable chair under the catalpa. Presently out came a nice clean maid, her white neck half hidden, half revealed, by plain unfigured muslin worn where the frock ended. She put the tea- things on the table, and courtesied to Lucy, who returned her salute by a benignant smile ; out came another stouter one with the kettle, hung it from a hooj) between two stout sticks, and lighted a fire she had laid under- neath, retiring with a parting look at the kettle as soon as it hissed. Then returned maid one, with bread and wheaten cakes and fruit, butter nice and hard from the cellar, and yellow cream, and went off smiling. A gentle zeal seemed to animate these domestics, as if they also in relative proportions gave the fete, or at least contributed good will; Lucy's quick eye caught this; it was new to her. The tea was soon made, and its Oriental fragrance mingled with the other odors that filled the balmy air. Gay golden broken lights flickered in patches on the table, the china cups, the ladies' dresses, and the grass, all but in one place where the cool deep shadow lay un- disturbed around the foot of the tree-stem ; looking up to see whence the flickering gold came that sprinkled her white hand, Lucy saw one of the loveliest and com- monest things in nature : the sky was blue — the sun fiery — the air potable gold outside the tree, so that, as she looked up, the mellow green leaves of the catalpa, coming between her and the bright sky and glowing air, shone like transparent gold — staircase upon staircase of great exotic translucent leaves, with specks of lovely blue sky that seemed to come down and perch among the top branches : charming as these sights were, contrast doubled their beauties : for all these dimples of bright blue and flakes of translucent gold were eyed from the cool and from the deep shade : the light, it is true, came LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 119 down and danced on the turf here and there, but it left its heat behind, through running the gauntlet of the myriad leaves. Over Lucy's head, hung by a silk line from one of the branches a huge globe of humble but fragrant flowers : they were in point of fact fastened with marvellous skill all round a damp sponge : but slie did not know that. Thus these simple hosts honored their lovely guest. And while these sights and smells stole into her deep eyes and her delicate nostrils, " Fiddle, David," said Eve, loftily — and straightAvay a simple mellow tune rang sweetly on the cheerful chords ; a rustic, dulcet, and immortal ditty, in tune with summer, and afternoon, with gold-checkered grass and leaves that slumbered yet vibrated in the gloAving air. A bright dreamy hour ; the soul and senses floated gently in color, fragrance, melody, and great calm. "Each sound seemed but an echo of tranquillity." Lucy looked up and absorbed the scene, then closed her eyes and listened: and presently her lips parted gradually in so ravishing a smile, her eyes remaining closed, that even Eve, who saw her in her true light, a terrible girl Qome there to burn and destroy David, remaining cool as a cucumber, could hardly forbear seiz- ing her and mumbling her. In certain companies you shall see a boisterous cor- diality, which at bottom is as hollow as diplomacy. But there is a modest geniality which is to society what the bloom is to the plum. And this charm Lucy found in her hosts of the catalpa. For this very reason that they were her hosts, their man- ner to her changed a little, and becomingly ; they made no secret that it was a downright pleasure to them to have her there. They petted her, and showed her so much simple kindness, that what with the scene, the music, and her companions' goodness, the coy bud opened, 120 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. — timidly at first — but in a way it never had expanded at Font Abbey. She even developed a feeble sense of fun, followed suit demurely when Eve came out sprightly, laughed like a brook gurgling to Eve's peal of bells ; and lo and behold, when the two girls got together, and faced the man, strong in numbers, a favorite trick, backed her ally as cowards back the brave, and set her on to sauce David. They cast doubts upon his skill in navigation. They perplexed him with treacherous questions in geography put with an innocent affectation of a humble desire for information. In short, they played upon him lightly as they touch the piano. And Eve carolled a song, and David accompanied her on the fiddle ; and at the third verse Lucy chimed in spontaneously with a second, and the next verse David struck in with a bass, and the tepid air rang with harmony, and poor David thrilled with happiness. His heart felt his voice mingle and blend with hers, and even this contact was delicious to his imagination. And they were happy. But all must end ; the shades of evening came doAvn, and the pleasant little party broke up, and as John had not come, David asked leave to escort her home. Oh, no — she could not think of giving him that trouble — so saying she went home with him. When they were alone his deep love made him timid and confused. He walked by her side, and did not speak to her. She waited with some surprise at his silence, and then as he was shy she talked to him, uttered many airy nothings, and then jiut questions to him. " Did he always drink tea out of doors ? " " On fine nights in summer. Eve settled all such matters." "Have you not a voice ? " "I have a voice, but no vote. She is skipper ashore." - " Oh, is she ? Who taught her how delicious it is to drink tea out of doors ? " LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 121 David did not know, fancied it was her own idea. " Did you really like it, Miss Fountain ? " " Like it, Mr. Dodd ; it was elysiuiu. I never passed a sweeter evening in my life." David colored all over. '' I wish I could believe that." " Was it the tulip-tree, or the violin, or was it your conversation, Mr. Dodd, I wonder ? " asked she demurely, looking mock innocent in his face. " It was your goodness to be so easily pleased," said Dodd, with a gush that made her color — she smiled, however. " Well, that is one way of lookin£ at things," said she. " Entre nous, I think JNIiss Dodd was the enchantress." " Eve is capital company, for that matter." " Indeed she is ; you must be very happy together. Your mutual affection is very charming, Mr. Dodd ; but sometimes it almost makes me sad : forgive me ! I have no brother." " You will never want one to love you, a thousand times better than a brother can love." " Oh, shan't I ? " said the lady, and opened her eyes. "No; and there is more than one that worships the ground you tread on at this moment — but you know that." " Oh, do I ? " she opened her eyes still wider. David longed to tell her how he loved her; but he dared not ; he looked wistfully at her face — it was quite calm, and had suddenly become a little reserved. He felt he was on new and dangerous ground; he sighed and was silent. He turned away his face. When this involuntary sigh broke from him, she turned her head a little and looked at him. He felt her eye dwell on him, and his cheeks burned under it. The next moment they were at Font Hill, and Lucy 122 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. seemed to David to hesitate whether to give him her hand at parting or not. She did give him her hand, though not so freely, David thought, as she had done on his own little lawn three hours before ; and this dashed his spirits. It seemed to him a s-tep lost, and he had hoped to gain a step somehow by walking home with her. He felt like one who has undertaken to catch some skittish timorous thing that, if you stand still, will come within a certain small but safe distance, but you must not move a step towards it, or, whirr, away it is. He went slowly home — his heart warm and cold by turns : warm when he remembered the sweet hours he had just spent, and her sweet looks, and heavenly tones, every one of which he saw and heard again ; cold when he thought of the social distance that separated them and the hundred chances to one against his love. Then he said to himself, " Time was I thought I could never bring a yard down from the fore-top to the deck, but I mastered that. Time was I thought I could never work out a logarithm without a formula, but I mastered that. Time was the fiddle beat nie so, I was ready to cry over it, but at last I learned to make it sing, and now I can make her smile with it (God bless her), instead of stopping her ears. I can hardly mind the thing that didn't beat me dead for a long while, but I persevered and got the upper hand. Ay, but this is higher and harder than them all, a hundred times harder and higher. "I'll hold 2ny course, let the wind blow high or low — and if I can't overhaul the wish of my heart, Avell, I'll carry her flag to the last. I'll die a bachelor for her sake, as sure as you are the moon, my lass, and you the pole-star, and from this hour I'll never look at you, but I'll make believe it is her I am looking up at ; for she is as high above me, and as bright, as you are ; God bless LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE jSIE LONG. 123 her ! and to think I never even said good-night to her. I stood there like a mummy." And David reproached himself for his unkindness. Lucy, on entering the drawing-room, was surprised to find it blazing with candles — but she was more surprised at what she saw seated calmly in an arm-chair — Mrs. Bazalgette. Lucy stood transfixed, the audacious intruder laughed at her astonishment ; the next moment they intertwined and fell to kissing one another with tender violence. " Well, love, the fact is I was passing here on my way home from Devonshire, and I wanted particvilarly to speak to you, so I thought I Avould venture just to pop in for a passing call, and lo — I find the old ogre is absent and not expected back for ever so long, so I have installed myself at his Font Abbey, partly out of love for you, dear, partly, I confess it, out of hate to him. You will write and tell me his face when he comes home and hears I have been living and enjoying myself in his den. I ordered my imperial into his bedroom. I took for granted that would be the only comfortable one in his house." ''Aunt Bazalgette," cried Lucy, turning pale. "Oh, aunt, what will become of us ! " " Don't be frightened : the gray -haired monster that dyes his whiskers, and gets him up to look only forty, interposed and forbade the consecration." " I am glad of it : you shall sleep in mine, dear, and I will go into the east room. It is a sweet little room." " Is it — then why not put me there ? " Lucy colored a little. '' I think mine would suit you better, dear, because it is larger and airier, and " — " I see. As you please : you know I never make difficulties." " And how long have you been here, aunt ? " 124 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. "About tliree lioiirs." " Three hoiirs, and not send for me ! I was only in the village. Did no one tell you ? " "Yes, but you know it is not my way to make a fuss and put people out. How could I tell ? You might be agreeably employed, and I was sure of you before bed- time." Mighty fine ! but the truth is she came to Font Abbey to pry. She had heard a vague report about Lucy and a gentleman. She was very glad to find Lucy was out ; it gave her an opportunity. She sent for Lucy's maid to help her unpack a dress or two — thirteen. This girl was paid out of Lucy's estate, but did not know that. Mrs. Bazal- gette handed her her wages, and that gives an influence. The wily matron did not trust to that alone. In unpack- ing she gave the girl a dress and several smaller presents, and, this done, slowly and cautiously pumped her. Jane, to fulfil her share of a bargain, which, though never once alluded to, was perfectly understood between both the parties, told her all she knew and all she conjectured, told her in particular how constantly Mr. Talboys was in the house, and how one night the old gentleman had walked part of the way home with him, "which Mr. Thomas says he didn't think his master would do it for the king, mum ! " and had come in all a flurry and sent up for miss, and swore ^ awful when she couldn't come because she was abed. " So you may depend, mum, it is so ; leastways, the gentlemen they are willing ; we talk it over mostly every day in the servants' hall, mum, and we are all of a mind so fur ; but whether it will come to a wedding, that we haven't a-settled yet ; it's miss beats us : she is like no other young lady ever I came a-nigh. 1 The ladies of the bed-chamber will embellish. After all, it is their business. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 125 A man or a woman, it is all the same to lier : a kind word for everybody and pass on. But I do really think she likes her own side of the house a trifle the best." "And there you don't agree with her, Jane ?" "Well, mum, — being as we are alone, — now is it natural ? But Mr. Thomas, he says, ' the cold ones take the first offer that comes when there is money ahind it. It isn't us they wants,' says he, — I told him I should think not the likes of him, — ' but our house and land,' says he, 'and hopera box and cetera.' 'But I don't think that of our one,' says I, 'bless you, she is too high-minded.' But what I think, mum, is, she wouldn't say ' no ' to her uncle ; her mouth don't seem made for saying no, especially to him ; and he is bent on Talboys, mum, you take my word." To return to the drawing-room, Mrs. Bazalgette after the above delicate discussion sat there in ambush, know- ing more of Lucy's affairs than Lucy knew. Her next point Vv^as to learn Lucy's sentiments and to find Avhether she was deliberately playing false and breaking her promise, vide p. 19. " Well, Lucy, any lovers yet ? " "Xo, aunt." " Take care, Lucy, a little bird whispers in my ear." " Then it is a humming-bird," and Lucy pouted. " ISTow, aunt, did you really come to Font Abbey to tease me about such nonsense as — as — gentlemen ? " and Lucy looked hurt. " Here's an actress for you," thought Mrs. Bazalgette, but she calmly dropped the subject, and never recurred to it openly all the evening, but lay secretly in watch, and put many subtle but seeming innocent questions to her niece about her habits, her uncle's guest, whether her uncle kept a horse for her, whether he bought it for her ? etc., etc. 126 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. The next morning Mrs. Bazalgette breakfasted in bed, during which process she rang her bell seven times. Lucy received at the breakfast-table a letter from her uncle. My dear Xiece, — The funeral was yesterday, and, I flat- ter myself, well performed ; there wei'e five and twenty carriages. After that a luncheon in the right style, and then to the reading of the will. And here I shall surprise you, but not more than I was myself : I am left five thousand pomids consols. My worthy friend, wliose loss we are called on so suddenly to deplore, accompanied this bequest in his will with many friendly expressions of esteem, wliich I have always studied and sliall study to deserve. He bequeathed to me also dui'ing minority tlie care of his boy, tlie heir to this fine prop- erty, which far exceeds the value I had imagined. There is a letter attaclied to the will ; in comiDliance with it Arthur is to go to Cambridge, but not until he has been well jireijared. He will therefore accomj^any me to Font Abbey to-morrow, and I must contrive somehow or other to find him a mathe- matical tutor in the neighborhood. There is a handsome allowance made out of the estate for his board, etc., etc. He is an intei-esting boy, and has none of the rudeness and mischievousness they generally have. Blue eyes, soft, silky, flaxen hair, and as modest as a girl. His orphaned state merits kindness, and his prospects entitle him to consideration. I mention this because I fancy Avhen we last discussed this matter I saw a little disposition on your part to be satirical at the poor boy's expense. I am sure, however, that you will restrain this feeling at my request, and treat him like a younger brother — I only wish he was three or four years older — you understand me, miss. To-morrow afternoon then we shall be at Font Abbey. Let him have the east room, and tell Brown to light a blazing fire in my bedroom and warm and air every mortal thing, on pain of death. Your affectionate uncle, John Fountain. On reading this letter Lucy formed an innocent sclieme. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 127 It had long been matter of regret to her that Aunt Bazalgette could not see the good qualities of Uncle Fountain, and Uncle Fountain of Aunt Bazalgette. " It must be mere prejudice," said she, "or why do I love them both ? " She had often wished she could bring them together and make them know one another better ; they would find out one another's good qualities then, and be friends. But how ? As Shakespeare says, " Oxen and wain ropes would not haul them together." At last chance aided her. Mrs. Bazalgette was at Font Abbey, actually. Lucy knew that if she announced Mr. Fountain's expected return the B. would fly off that minute ; so she suppressed the information, and, giving up to young Arthur as she had to Mrs. B., moved into a still smaller room than the east room. And now lier heart quaked a little ; " but after all, Uncle Fountain is a gentleman," thought she, " and not capable of showing hostility to her under his own roof. Here she is safe, though nowhere else ; only I must see him, and explain to him before he sees her." With this view Lucy declined demurely her aunt's proposal for a Avalk. No, she must be excused ; she had work to do in the drawing-room, that could not be postponed. "Work! that alters the case; let me see it." She took for granted it was some useful work, something that could be worn when done. " What ! is this it ? these dirty parchments ? Oh ! I see, it is for that selfish old man ; who but he would set a lady to parchments ? " " A bad guess ! " cried Lucy, joyously ; " I found them myself, and set myself to work on them." " Don't tell me ! He is at the bottom of it. If it was for yourself you would give it up directly. How amusing for me to see you work at that ! " Lucy rose and brought her the new novel. Mrs. Bazalgette took it and sat down to it. But she could not fix her attention 128 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. long on it. Ladies whose hearts are in dress, have no taste for books, however frivolous ; can't sit them for above a second or two. Mrs. Bazalgette fidgeted and fidgeted, and at last rose and left the room, book in hand. " How unkind I am," said Lucy to herself. She was sitting sentinel till the carriage should arrive ; then she could run down and prepare her uncle for his innocent and accidental visitor; it would not be prudent to let him receive the information from a servant, or without the accompanying explanation. This it was that made her so unnaturally firm, when the little idle B. pressed her to waste in play the shining hours. Mrs. Bazalgette went, book in hand, to her bedroom, and she had not been there long before she found employ- ment. Many of Lucy's things were still in the ward- robes. Mrs. B. rummaged them, inspected them at the window, and ended by ringing for her maid and trying divers of her niece's dresses on. " They make her dresses better than they do mine ; they take more pains." At last she found one that was new to her, though Lucy had worn ifc several times at Font Abbey. "Where did she get this, Jane ? " " Present from the old gentleman, mum ; he had it down from London for her all at one time with this shawl and twelve i^uragloves." Lucy looked tAvo inches taller than INIrs. B., but some- how, I can't tell how, this dress of hers fitted the latter like a glove. It embraced her ; it held her tenderly but tight, as gowns and lovers should ; the poor dear could not get out of it. " I must wear it an hour or two," said she. " Besides it will save my own, knocking about in these country lanes." Thus attired she went into the drawing-room to surprise Lucy. Now Lucy was deter- mined not to move; so, not to be enticed, she did not LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 129 even look up from her work ; on this the other took a mild huff and whisked out. So keen are the feminine senses that Lucy on reflection recognized something brusque, perhaps angry, in the rustle of that retiring dress, and soon after rang the bell and inquired where Mrs. Bazalgette was ? John Avould make henquiries. " Your haunt is in the back garden, miss." " Walking ? or what ? " John would make henquiries. " She is reading, miss ; and she is sitting on the seat master 'ad made for ijou, miss." '' Very well, thank you." "Any more commands, miss ?" " Not at present." John retired with a regretful air, as one capable of executing important commissions, but lost for lack of opportunity. All the servants in this house liked to come into contact with Lucy ; she treated them with a digniiied kindness and reserved politeness that wins these good creatures more than either arro- gance or familiarity. " Jeames is not such a fool as he looks." Lucy was glad. Her aunt had got her book. " It is an interesting story ; she will not miss me now, and the car- riage will soon be here, and theii I will make up for my unkindness." Curiously enough, at this very juncture the fair student found something in her parchment which gave her some little hopes of a favorable result. She was following this clew eagerly when all of a sud- den she started. Her ear had caught the rattle of a carriage over the stones of the stable-yard. She rang the bell and inquired if that was not the carriage. "Yes, miss." " My uncle has sent it back then. He is not coming to-day." John would inquire of the coachman. " Oh, yes, miss, master is come ; but he got out at the 130 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. foot of the hill and walked up through the shrubbery with the young gentleman to show him the grounds." On this news Lucy rose hastily, snatched up a garden-hat, and, without any other preparation, went out to intercept her uncle. As she stepped into the garden she heard a loud scream followed by angry voices : she threw her hands up to heaven in dismay, and ran towards the sounds. They came from the back garden. She went like lightning round the corner of the house, and came plump upon an agitated group, of whom she made one directly spell-bound. Here stood Aunt Bazalgette, her head turned haughtily, her cheeks scarlet. There stood Mr. Fountain on the other side of the rustic seat, red as fire too, but wearing a hang-dog look : and behind him young Arthur -pale, with two eyes like saucers, gazing awe-struck at the first row he had ever seen between a full-grown lady and gentleman. Our narrative must take a step to the rear, as an excel- lent writer, Private ,^ phrases it ; otherwise you might be misled to suppose that Uncle Fountain was quarrelling with Mrs. B. for having set her foot in sacred Font Abbey. No ! the pudding was richer than that. Mr. Fountain had young Arthur in charge ; and, not being an ill-natured old gentleman, he pitied the boy and did all he could to make him feel he was coming among friends. He sent the carriage on and showed Arthur the grounds, and covertly praised the place and all about it, Lucy in- cluded, for was not she an appendage of his abbey ? " You will see my niece, a charming young lady who will be kind to you, and you must make friends with her: she is very accomplished — paints. She plays like an angel, too. Ah ! there she is — she has got the gown on 1 " I had an escape myself. As I opened the door of a house a black fellow was behind waiting for me, and made a chop. I took a step to the rear, fired through the door, and cooked his goose." — Times. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 131 I gave her ; a compliment to me, a vevj pretty attention, Arthur, the day of my return. What is she doing ? " Arthur with his young eyes settled this question : " The lady is asleep — see, she has dropped her book." And in fact the whole attitude was lax, and not ungrace- ful. Her right hand hung down, and the domestic story, its duty done, reposed beneath. " Now, Arthur," said the senior, making himself young to please the boy, and to show him that if he looked old he was not worn out, " would you like a bit of fun ? we will startle her : we'll give her a kiss." Arthur hung back irresolute, and his cheeks were dyed with blushes. " Not you, you young rogue : you are not her uncle." The old gentleman then stole up at the back of the seat, followed with respectful curiosity by Arthur. She hap- pened to move as the senior got near, so, for fear she was going to wake of herself and baffle the surprise, he made a rush, and rubbed his beard a little roughly against Mrs. Bazalgette's cheek. Up starts that lady, who was not fast asleep, but only under the influence of the domestic tale, utters a scream, and, Avhen she sees her ravisher, goes into a passion. " How dare you ? What is the meaning of this insult ? " " How came you here ? " was the reply in an equally angry tone. " Can't a lady come into your little misery of a garden without being outraged ? " " It isn't the garden, it is only the back garden," cried the proprietor of Font Abbey (blesse). " I'll swear that is my niece's gown : so you've invaded that too." "Aunt Bazalgette — Uncle Fountain, it was my fault," sighed a piteous voice. This was Lucy, who had just come on the scene. " Dear uncle, forgive me : it was I who invited her." 132 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. Lucy's pathetic tones, which were fast degenerating into sobs, were agreeably interrupted. At one and the same moment the man and woman of the world took a new view of the situation, looked at one another, and burst out laughing. Both these carried a safety-valve against clioler — a trait that takes us into many follies, but keeps us out of others — a sense of humor. The next thing to relieve the situation was the senior's comiDrehensive vanity. He must recover young Arthur's reverence, which was doubtless dissolving all this time, " Now, Arthur," he whispered, " take a lesson from a gentleman of the old school. I hate this she- devil ; but this is my house, so — observe ! " He then strutted jauntily and feebly up to Mrs. Bazalgette. '* Madam, my niece says you are her guest ; but permit me to dispute her title to that honor." Mrs. Bazalgette smiled agreeably. She wanted to stay a day or two at Font Abbey. The senior flourished out his arm. " Let me show you what we call the garden here." She took his arm graciously. "I shall be delighted, sir [pomp- ous old fool ! "] Mrs. Bazalgette steeled her mind to admire the garden, and would have done so Avith ease if it had been hideous. But unfortunately it was pretty, prettier than her own : had grassy slopes, a fountain, a grotto, variegated beds, and beds a blaze of one color (a fashion not common at that time), item, a brook with water-lilies on its bosom. "This brook is not mine, strictly speaking," said her host, " I borrowed it of my neighbor." The lady opened her eyes ; so he grinned, and revealed a characteristic transaction. A quarter of a century ago he had found the brook flowing through a meadow close to his* garden hedge. He applied for a lease of the meadow, and was refused by the proprietor in the following terms : ' What is to become of my cows ? ' He applied constantly for LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 133 ten years and met the same answer. Proprietor died, the cows turned to ox-beef, and were eaten in London along Avith flour and a little turmeric, and washed down with Sj)anish licorice, water, salt, gentian, and a little burnt malt : widow inherited, made hay, and refused F. the meadow, because her husband had always refused him. But in the tenth year of her siege she assented, for the following reasons : primo, she had said " no " so often, the word gave her a sense of fatigue ; secundo, she liked variety, and thought a change for the worse must be better than no change at all. Her tenant instantly cut a channel from the upper part of the stream into his garden, and brought the brook into the lawn, made it write an S upon his turf, then handed it out again into the meadow " none the worse," his own comment. These things could be done in the country — judis. It cost Mrs. Bazalgette a struggle to admire the garden and borrowed stream ; they were so pretty. She made the struggle, and praised all. Lucy walking behind the pair, watched them with innocent satisfaction. " How fast they are making friends," thought she, mistaking an armistice for an alliance. "Since the place is so fortunate as to please you, you will stay a week with me, madam, at least." " A week ! No, Mr. Fountain, I really admire your courtesy too much to abuse it." " Not at all : you will oblige me." '' I cannot bring myself to think so." " You may believe me. I have a selfish motive." "Oh, if you are in earnest." " I will explain. If you are my guest for a week, that will give me a claim to be yours in turn ; " and he bent a keen look upon the lady as much as to say. Now I shall see whether you dare let me spy on you as you are doing on me. 134 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. "I propose an amendment," said Mrs. Bazalgette with a merry air of defiance; "for everyday I enjoy here, yon must spend two beneath my roof. On this condition I will stay a week at Pont Abbey." " I consent," said Mr. Fountain, a little sharply : he liked the bargain. " 1 must leave you to Lucy for a minute. I have some orders to give : I like my guests to be comfortable." With this he retired to his study and pondered. " What is she here for ? it is not affec- tion for Lucy : that is all my eye, a selfish toad like her. (How agreeable she can make herself, though !) She heard I was out and came here to spy directly. That was sharp practice. Better not give her a chance of see- ing my game. I disarmed her suspicion by asking her to stay a week, aha ! Well, during that week Talboys must not come, that is all : aha, my lady, I won't give those cunning eyes of yours a chance of looking over my hand." He then wrote a note to Talboys telling him there was a guest at Font Abbey, a disagreeable woman "who makes mischief whenever she can. She would be sure to divine our intentions, and use all her influence with Lucy to spite me. You had better stay away till she is gone." He sent this off by a servant, then pon- dered again. " She suspects something : then that is a sign she has her own designs on Lucy. Hum ! No. If she had, she would not have invited me to her house. She invited me directly and cheerfully. Hum ! " Mrs. Bazalgette walked and sat with an arm round Lucy's waist, and told her seven times before dinner how happy she was at the prospect of a quiet week with her. In the evening she yawned eleven times. Next day phe asked Lucy who was coming to dinner ? "Nobody, dear." "Nobody at all?" LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 135 " I thought you Avould perhaps not care to have our tete-a-tete interrupted yet." ''' Oh ! but I shoukl like to explore the natives too." "I will give uncle a hint, dear." The hint was given very delicately, but the malicious senior had a perverse construction ready immediately. " So this is her mighty affection for you; can't get through two days without strangers." " Uncle," said Lucy imploringly, " she is so used to society, and she has me all day. We ought to give her some little amusement at night." " ^Vell, I can't make up parties now ; my friends are all in London. She only wants something to flirt with. Send for David Dodd." " What, for her to flirt with ? " "Yes, he is a handsome fellow; he will serve her turn." " For shame, uncle ; what would Mr. Bazalgette say ? Poor aunt, she is a coquette now." " And has been this twenty years." " Now I was thinking — Mr. Talboys ? " " Talboys is not at home ; she must be content with lower game. She shall bring down David." Lucy hesitated. "I don't think she will like Mr. Dodd, and I am sure he will not like her." " How can you know that ? " "He is so honest. He will not understand a woman of the world, and her little in — sin — no, I don't mean that." "Well, if he does not understand her, he may like her." "Aunt, he has made me ask the Dodds to tea, and I am afraid you will not like them." "Well, if I don't, we must try some more natives to- morrow. Who are they ? " Lucy told her. " Pretty people to ask to meet me," said she loftily. This score 136 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. dissolved in the course of the evening. Lucy, anxious her guests should be pleased with one another, drew the Dodds out, especially David; made him spin a yarn. With this and his good looks he so pleased Mrs. Bazal- gette that it was the last yarn he ever span during her stay ; she took a fancy to him, and set herself to capti- vate him with sprightly ardor. David received her advances politely, but a little coldly ; the lady was very agreeable, but she kept him from Lucy. He hardly got three words with her all the evening. As they went home together Eve sneered. "Well, you man- aged nicely ; it was your business to make friends with that lady." " With all my heart." " Then why didn't you do what she bid you ? " " She gave me no orders that I heard," said the literal first mate. '•' She gave you a plain hint, though." " To do what ? " " To do what, stupid ? why, to make love to her, to be sure." "Why, she is a married woman." " If she chooses to forget that, is it your business to remember it ? " " And if she was single, and the loveliest in the world, how could I court her when my heart is full of an angel ? " " If your heart is full, your head is empty. Why, you see nothing." " I can't see why I should belie my heart." " Can't you ? Then I can. David, in less than a month Miss Fountain goes to this lady and stays a quarter of a year. She told me so herself. Oh, my ears are always open in your service, ever since I did agree to be as great a fool as you are. Now, don't you see, that if you LOVE ilE LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 137 can't get Mrs. Bazalgette to invite you to her house, you must take leave of the other here forever." " I see what you mean. Eve, how wise you are ! It is wonderful. But what is to be done ? I am bad at feign- ing. I can't make love to her." " But you can let her make love to you. Is that an effort you feel equal to ? and I must do the rest. Oh, we have a nice undertaking before us. But if boys will cry for fruit tliat is out of their reach, and their silly sisters will indulge them — don't slobber me." " You are such a dear girl to fight for me so, a little against your judgment." "A little, eh ? Dead against it, you mean. Don't look so blank, David, you are all right as far as me ; when my heart is on your side, you can snap your fingers at my judgment." David was cheered by this gracious revelation. Eve was a tormenting little imp. She could not help reminding him every now and then that all her manoeuvres and all his love were to end in disappointment. These discouraging comments had dashed poor David's spirits more than once; but he was beginning to discover that they were invariably accompanied or followed by an access of cheerful zeal in the desperate cause ; a pleas- ing phenomenon, though somewhat unintelligible to this honest fellow, who had never microscoped the enigmati- cal sex. Mrs. Bazalgette reproached Lucy. "You never told me how handsome Mr. Dodd was ! " "Didn't I?" "No. He is the handsomest man I ever saw." " I have not observed that, but I think he is one of the worthiest." " I should not wonder," said the other lady carelessly. "It is clear you don't appreciate him here. You half apologized to me for inviting him." 138 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LOKG. " That was because you are such a fashionable lady, and the Dodds have no such pretensions." " All the better ; my taste is not for sophisticated people ; I only put up with them because I am obliged. Why, Lucy, you ought to know how my heart yearns for nature and truth; I am sure I have told you so often enough. An hour spent with a simple, natural creature, like Captain Dodd, refreshes me as a cooling breeze after the heat and odors of a crowded room." " Miss Dodd is very natural, too, is she not ? " "Very. Pertness and vulgarity are natural enough — to some people." " My uncle likes her the best of the two." " Then your uncle is mad. But the fact is, men are no judges in such cases; they are always unjust to their own sex, and as blind to the faults of ours as beetles." " But surely, aunt, she is very arch and lively." " Pert and fussy, jow mean." " Pretty, at all events — rather ? " " What, with that snub nose ? " Lucy offered to invite other neighbors. Mrs. Bazal- gette replied she didn't want to be bothered with rurality. " You can ask Captain Dodd, if you like ; there is no need to invite the sister." " Oh, yes, I must ; my uncle likes her the best." " But / don't ; and I am only here for a day or two." " Miss Dodd would be hurt. It would be unkind, dis- courteous." "No, no. She watches him all the time like a little dragon." "J2)r^s? We have no sinister designs on Mr. Dodd, have we ? " and something unusually keen flashed upon Aunt Bazalgette out of the tail of the quiet Lucy's eye. Mrs. Bazalgette looked cross. "Nonsense, Lucy; so tiresome ! Can't we have an agreeable person without tacking on a disagreeable one ? " LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 139 ''Aunt," said Lucy pathetically, "ask me anything else in the world ; but don't ask me to be rude, for / can't:' " Well, then, you are bound to entertain her, since she is your choice, and leave me mine." Lucy acquiesced softly. David, tutored by his sister, now tried to seem inter- ested in her who came between him and Lucy ; and a miserable hand he made of this his first piece of acting. Luckily for him Mrs. Bazalgette liked the sound of her own voice ; and his good looks, too, went a long way with the mature woman. Lucy and Eve sat together at the tea-table ; Mr. Fountain slumbered below ; Arthur was in the study nailed to a novel ; Eve, under a careless exterior, watched intently to find out if Lucy imder her calm surface cared for David at all or not, and also Avatched for a chance to serve him. She observed a cer- tain languor about the young lady, but no attemi:)t to take David from the coquette. At last, however, Lucy did say demurely, "Mr. Dodd seems to appreciate my aunt." " Don't you think it is rather the other way ? " "That is an insidious question. Miss Dodd. I shall make no admissions ; but I warn you, she is a very fasci- nating woman." " My brother is greatly admired by the ladies, too." " Oh, since I praised my champion, you have a right to praise yours. But he will get the worst in that little encounter." "Why so?" "Because my sprightly aunt forgets the very names of her conquests when once she has thoroughly made them." " She will never make this one. My brother carries an armor against coquettes." 140 LOVE ]SIE LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " Ay, indeed, and pray what may that be ? " inquired Lucy a little quizzingly. " A true and deep attachment." "Ah!" " And if you look at him a little closer you will see that he would be glad to get away from that old flirt ; but David is very polite to ladies." Lucy stole a look from under her silken lashes, and it so happened that at that very moment she encountered a sorrowful glance from David, that said plainly enough : I am obliged to be here, but I long to be there. She received this glance full in her eyes, absorbed it blandly, then lowered her lashes a moment, then turned her head with a sweet smile towards Eve. "I think you said your brother was engaged." "No." " I misunderstood you, then." "Yes." Eve uttered this monosyllable so dryly that Lucy drew back, and immediately turned the conversa- tion into chit-chat. It had not trickled above ten minutes when an exclama- tion from David interrupted it ; the young ladies turned instinctively, and there was David flushing all over, and speaking to Mrs. Bazalgette with a tremulous warmth, that, addressed as it was to a pretty woman, sounded marvellously like love-making. Lucy turned her crest round a little haughtily, and shot such a glance on Eve. Eve read in it a compound of triumph and pique. David came to Eve one morning with parchments in his hand, and a merry smile, "Eureka." "' You're another," said Eve, as quick as lightning, and upon speculation. "I have made j\[r. Fountain's pedigree out," explained David. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 141 "You don't say so : won't he be pleased! " "Yes. Do you think she will be pleased ? " " Why not ? She will look pleased anyway. I say, don't you go and tell them the whole county was owned by the Dodds before Fountain or Funteyn or Font was ever heard of." " Hardly. I have my own weaknesses, my lass. I've no need to adopt another man's." " Bless my soul, how wise you are got ! So sudden, too ! You shouldn't surprise a body like that. Lucky I'm not hysterical. Now let me think, David — Solo- mon, I mean : no, you shall keep this discovery back awhile : it may be wanted." She then reminded him that the Fountains were capricious, that they had dropped him for a week and might again : if so, this might be useful to unlock their street door to him at need. " Good heavens, Eve ; what cunning ! " " David, when I have a bad cause in hand, I do one of two things, I drop it, or I go into it heart and soul. If my zeal offends you, I can retire from the contest Avitli great pleasure." " No ! no ! no ! no ! no ! If you leave the helm I shall go ashore directly " — dismay of David : grim satisfaction of his imp. This matter settled, David asked Eve if she did not think Master Nelson (Mr. Fountain's new Avard) was a very nice boy. "Yes, and I see he has taken a wonderful fancy to you." " And so have I to him : we have had one or two walks together. He is to come here at twelve o'clock to-day." " Now why couldn't you have asked me first, David ? The painters are coming into the house to-day, and the paperers and all : and we can't be bothered with mathe- matics. You must do them at Font Abbey." Eve was 142 lo\t: me little, love me long. a little cross. David only laughed at lier : but he hesi- tated about making a schoolhouse of Font Abbey, it would look like intruding. "Pooh, nonsense," said Eve, "they will only be too glad to take advantage of your good nature." " He is an orphan," said David, doggedly. However, the lesson was given at Font Abbey, and, after it, Master Nelson came bounding into the drawing- room to the ladies. " Oh, Lucy, Mr. Dodd is such a beautiful geometrician ! He has been giving me a lesson : he is going to give me one every day. — He knows a great deal more than my last tutor." On this Master Nelson was questioned, and revealed that a friendship existed between him and Mr. Dodd, such as girls are incapable of (this was levelled at Lucy) ; being cross-examined as to the date of this friendship, he was obliged to confess that it had only existed four days ; but was to last to death. "But, Arthur," said Lucy, "will not this take up too much of Mr. Dodd's time ? I think you had better consult Uncle Fountain before you make a positive arrangement of the kind." "Oh, I have spoken to my guardian about it, and he was so pleased. He said that would save him a mathe- matical tutor." "Oh, then," said Mrs. Bazalgette, "Mr. Dodd is to teach mathematics gratis." "My friend is a gentleman," was the tumid reply. (Juveniles have a pomposity all their own, and exqui- sitely delicious : ) ^ " we read together because we like one another, and that is why we walk together and play together : if we were to offer him money he would throw it at our heads : " Mr. Arthur then relaxed his severity, and condescending once more to the familiar, added — • 1 Head the Oxford Essays. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 143 "And lie has made me a kite, on mathematical principles, such a whacker : those in the shops are no use : and he has sent his mother's Bath-chair on to the Downs, and he is going to show me the kite dra\V him ten knots an hour in it : a knot means a mile, Lucy : so I can't stay wasting my time here ; only, if you want to see some fun for once in your lives, come on the Downs in about an hour — will you ? Oh, yes ! do come ! " "Certainly not," said Mrs. Bazalgette, sharply. " Excuse us, dear," said Lucy in the same breath. " Well, Lucy," said Mrs. Bazalgette, " am I wrong about your uncle's selfishness ? I have tried in vain ever since I came here to make you see it where you were the only sufferer." " Not quite in vain, aunt," said Lucy sadly ; " you have shown me defects in my poor uncle that I should never have discovered." Mrs. Bazalgette smiled grimly. " Only as you hate him, and I love him, and always mean to love him, permit me to call his defects ' thought- lessness.' You can apply the harsh term 'selfishness' to the most good-natured, kind, indulgent — oh ! " " Ha ! ha ! Don't cry, you silly girl. Thoughtless ? a calculating old goose, who is eternally aiming to be a fox — never says or does anything without meaning something a mile off. Luckily his veil is so thin that everybody sees through it but you. What do you think of his thought-less-ness in getting a tutor gratis ? Poor Mr. Dodd ! " " I will answer for it, it is a pleasure to Mr. Dodd to be of service to his little friend," said Lucy, warmly. " How do you knoAv a bore is a pleasure to Mr. Dodd ? " " Mr. Dodd is a new acquaintance of yours, aunt, but I have had opportunities of observing his character : and I assure you all this pity is wasted." 144 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " Why, Lucy, what did you say to Arthur just now ? You are contradicting yourself.'^ " What a love of opposition I must have ! Are you not tired of in-doors ? Shall we go into the village ? " " No ! I exhausted the village yesterday." ''The garden? ''No." "Well then, suppose we sketch the church together. There is a good light." "No. Let us go on the Downs, Lucy." " Why, aunt, it — it is a long walk." "All the better." " But we said ' No.' " " What has that to do with it ? " Arthur was right : the kites that are sold by shops of prey are not proportioned nor balanced ; that is probably in some way connected with the circumstance that they are made to sell, not fly. The monster kite constructed by the light of Euclid rose steadily into the' air like a balloon, and eventually, being attached to the chair, drew Mr. Arthur at a reasonable pace about half a mile over a narrow but level piece of turf that was on the top of the Downs ; Q.E.D. This done, these two patient creatures had to wind the struggling monster in and go back again to the starting-point. Before they had quite achieved this, two petticoats mounted the hill and moved towards them across the plateau. At sight of them David thrilled from head to foot, and Arthur cried, " Oh, bother ! " an unjust ejaculation ; since it was by his invitation they came. His alarms were verified. The ladies made them- selves number one directly, and the poor kite became a shield for flirtation. Arthur was so cross. At last the B.'s desire to occupy attention brought her to the verge of trouble. Seeing David saying a word to Lucy, she got into the chair and went gayly off drawn LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 145 by the kite, which Arthur with a mighty struggle suc- ceeded in hooking to the car for her. Now the plateau Avas narrow, and the chair wanted guiding ; it was easy to guide it, but Mrs. Bazalgette did not know how ; so it sidled in a pertinacious and horrid way towards a long and steepish slope on the left side. She began to scream, Arthur to laugh : the young are cruel ; and, I am afraid, though he stood perfectly neu.tral to all appearance, his heart within nourished black designs. But David came flying up at her screams — just in time. He caught the lady's shoulders as she glided over the brow of the slope, and lifted her by his great strength up out of the chair, which went the next moment bounding and jumping athwart the hill and soon rolled over and grovelled in rather an ugly Avay. Mrs. Bazalgette sobbed and cried so prettily on David's shoulder, and had to be petted and soothed by all hands. Inward composure soon returned, though not outward, and in due course histrionics commenced. First the sprain business ; none of you do it better, ladies, what- ever you may think. David had to carry her a bit. But she was too wise to be a bore. Next the heroic business ; loould be put down, would walk, possible or not, xoould not be a trouble to her kind friends. Then the martyr smiling through pain. David was very at- tentive to her; for Avhile he was carrying her in his arms she had won his affection, all he could spare from Lucy. Which of you can tell all the consequences if you go and carry a pretty woman with her little insinu- ating -mouth close to your ears ? Lucy and Arthur walked behind. Arthur sighed. Lucy was reveuse. Arthur broke silence first. " Lucy ! " "Yes, dear." " When is she going ? " "Arthur, for shame ! I won't tell you. To-morrow." 146 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " Lucy," said Arthur with a depth of feeling, " she spoils everything ! " Next morning Come hack ? What for ? / will have the goodness to tell you what she said in his ear? Why, nothing. Yoii are a female reader ? Oh ! that alters the case : to attempt to deceive you would be cowardly, immoral, it would fail. She sighed " My preserver ! " at which David had much ado not to laugh in her face. Then she murmured still more softly, " You must come and see me at my home before you. sail — will you not ? I insist (in the tone of a supplicant) come ! promise me ! " "That I will — with pleasure," said David, flushing. " Mind ! it is a promise. Put me doAvn ! Lucy, come here and make him put me down. I will not be a burden to my friends." LOVE ]SrE LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 147 CHAPTER VIII. That same evening, Mrs. Bazalgette, being alone with Lncy in the drawing-room, put her arm round that young lady's waist, and lovingly, not seriously, as a man might have been apt to do, reminded her of her honorable promise — not to be caught in the net of matrimony at Font Abbey. Lucy answered, without embarrassment, that she claimed no merit for keeping her Avord : no one had had the ill taste to invite her to break it. " You are either very sly, or very blind," replied Mrs. Bazalgette quietly. '' Aunt ! " said Lucy piteously. Mrs. Bazalgette, who, by many a subtle question and observation during the last week, had satisfied herself of Lucy's innocence, now set to work and laid Uncle Fountain bare. " I do not speak in a hurry, Lucy ; a hint came round to me a fortnight ago that you had an admirer here — and it turns out to be this Mr. Talboys." " Mr. Talboys ? " " Yes. Does that surprise you ? Do you think a young gentleman would come to Font Abbey three nights a week without a motive ? " Lucy reflected. " It is all over the place that you two are engaged." Lucy colored, and her eyes flashed with something very like anger ; but she held her peace. "Ask Jane else." " What, take my servant into my confidence ? " "Oh, there is a way of setting that sort of people 148 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. chattering, without seeming to take any notice. To tell the truth, I have done it for you. It is all over the village, and all over the house." "The proper person to ask must have been Uncle Fountain himself." " As if he would have told me the truth." " He is a gentleman, aunt, and would not have uttered a falsehood." " Doctrine of chivalry ! He would have uttered half a dozen in one minute. Besides, why should I question a person I can read without ? Your uncle, with his baby- ish cunning* that everybody sees through, has given me the only proof I wanted. He has not had Mr. Talboys here once since I came." " Cunning little aunt ! Mr. Talboys happens not to be at home : uncle told me so himself." " Simple little niece — uncle told you a fib ; Mr. Talboys is at home. And observe ! until I came to Font Abbey, he was here three times a week. You admit that. I come ; your uncle knows I am not so unobserv- ant as you. Mr. Talboys is kept out of sight." " The proof that my uncle has deceived me ? " said Lucy coldly, and with lofty incredulity. "Read that note from Miss Dodd." " What ! you in correspondence with Miss Dodd ? " "That is to say, she has thrust herself into corre- spondence with me; just like her assurance." The letter ran thus : — Dear Madam, — INIy brother requests me to say that in compliance with your request he called at the lodge of Talljoys Park, and the people informed him Mr. Talboys has not left Talboys Park at all since Easter. I remain Yours, etc. Lucy was dumfounded. LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 149 "I suspected something, Lucy, so I asked Mr. Dodd to inquire." " It was a singular commission to send him on." " Oh, he takes long Avalks, cruises he calls them, and he is so good-natured. Well, what do you think of your uncle's veracity now ? " Lucy was troubled and distressed; but she mastered her countenance. " I think he has sacrificed it for once to his affection for me. I fear you are right ; my eyes are opened to many circumstances. But do, oh, pray do, see his goodness in all this ! " " The goodness of a story-teller." "He admires Mr. Talboys. He reveres him. No doubt he wished to secure his poor niece what he thinks a great match, and now you assign ill motives to him. Yes, I confess he has deviated from truth : cruel ! cruel ! what can you give me in exchange, if you rob me of my esteem for those I love ? " This innocent distress with its cause was too deep for a lady whose bright little intelligence leaned towards cunning rather than wisdom ; in spite of her niece's trouble, and the brimming eyes that implored forbear- ance, she drove the sting merrily in again and again, till at last Lucy, who was not defending herself, but an absent friend, turned a little suddenly on her, and said, — " And do you think he says nothing against you ? " " Oh ! he is a backbiter too, is he ? I didn't know he had that vice. Ah ! and pray what can he find to say against me ? " " Oh ! people that hate one another can always find something ill-natured to say," retorted Lucy, with a world of meaning. Mrs. Bazalgette turned red, and her little nose went up into the air at an angle of forty-five. She said with 150 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. majestic disdain, "I don't hate the man. I don't con,' descend to hate him." "Then don't condescend to hackhite him, dear." This home-thrust coming from such a quarter took away my Lady Disdain's very breath. She sat trans- fixed ; then upon reflection got up a tear, and had to be petted. This sweet lady departed, flinging down her fire-brand on those hospitable boards. Lucy, though she had defended her uncle, was not a little vexed that he had managed matters so as to get her talked of with Mr. Talboys. Her natural modesty and reserve prevented her from remonstrating. Nor was there any positive necessity. She was one of those young ladies who seem born mistresses of the art of self-defence. Deriving the art, not from experience but from instinct, they are as adroit at seventeen as they are at twenty-seven : even so a last year's bird constructs her first nest as cunningly as can a veteran feathered architect. Therefore, without a grain of discourtesy or tangible ill-temper, she quietly froze, and a small family with her, they could not tell how or why : for they had never suspected this girl's power ; you would have seemed to them as one that mocketh had you told them they owed their gayety, their good-humor, their happiness, and their conversational powers, to her. Of these Talboys suffered the most. She brought him to a stand-still by a very simple process. She no longer patted or spurred him : to vary the metaphor, a man that has no current must be stirred or stagnate ; Lucy's light hand stirred Talboys no more ; Talboys stagnated. Mr. Fountain suffered next in j)roportion. He began to find that something was the matter, but what he had no idea. He did not observe that, though Lucy answered him as LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 151 kindly as ever, she did not draw him out as heretofore, far less that she was vexed with him, and on her guard against him and everybody, like a maitresse d'armes. No ! " the days were drawing in. The air was heavy ; no carbon in it. Wind in the east again ! " etc. So subtle is the influence of these silly little creatures upon creation's lords. Mr. Talboys did not take delicate hints : he continued his" visits three times a week, and the coast was kept clear for him. On this, Miss Fountain proceeded to overt acts of war. She brought a champion on the scene, a terrible champion, a champion so irresistible that I set any woman down as a coward who lets him loose upon a sex already so unequal so the contest as ours. What that champion's real name is, I have in vain endeavored to discover ; but he is called •' Headache." When this terrible ally mingled in the game — on the Talboys nights, — dismay fell upon the wretched males that abode in and visited the once cheerful, cosey Font Abbey. Messrs. Fountain and Talboys put their heads together in grave, anxious consultations, and Arthur vented a yell of remonstrance. He found the lady one afternoon preparing indisposition. She was leaning languidly back, and the fire Avas dying out of her eye, and the color out of her cheek, and the blinds were drawn down. The poor boy burst in upon this prologue. " Oh, Lucy," he cried, in piteous, foreboding tones, ''don't go and have a headache to-night. It was so jolly till you took to these stupid headaches." " I am so sorry, Arthur," said Lucy, apologetically, but at bottom she was inexorable. The disease reached its climax just before dinner; all remedies failed, and there was nothing for it but to return to her own room, and read the last new tale of domestic interest — and principle — till sleep came to her relief. 152 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. After dinner, Arthur shot .out with the retiring ser- vants, and interred himself in the study, where he sought out with care such wild romances as give entirely false views of life — and found them, " and so shut up in measureless content " — Macbeth. The seniors consulted at their ease. They both appre- ciated the painful phenomenon. But they differed toto ccelo as to the cause. Mr. Fountain ascribed it to the sombre influence of Mrs. Bazalgette ; and miscalled her till Jane's hair stood on end : she happened to be the one at the keyhole that night. Mr. Talboys laid all the blame on David Dodd : the discussion was vigorous, and occupied more than two hours, and each party brought for- ward good and plausible reasons ; and, if neither made any progress towards converting the other, they gained this at least, that each corroborated himself. iSTow Mrs. Bazalgette was gone : no direct reprisals on her were possible. Kegistering a vow that one day or other he would be even with her, the senior consented, though not very willingly, to co-operate with his friend against an imaginary danger. In answer .to his remark that the Dodds were never invited to tea now, Mr. Talboys had replied, " But I find from Mr. Arthur he visits the house every day on the pretence of teaching him mathematics ; a barefaced pretence, a sailor teach mathematics ! " Mr. Fountain had much ado to keep his temper at this per- tinacity in a jealous dream. He gulped his ire down, however, and said somewhat sullenly, "I really cannot consent to send my poor friend's son to the university a dunce, and there is no other mathematician near." " If I find you one," said Talboys, hastily, " will you relieve Mr. Dodd of his labors, and me of his presence ? " " Certainly," sighed the other. Poor David ! " Then there is my friend Bramby ; he is a second wrangler j he shall take Arthur, and keep him till Miss LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 153 Fountain leaves us. Bramby will refuse me nothing. I have a living in iny gift, and the incumbent is eighty- eight." The senior consented with a pitying smile. "Bramby will take him next week," said Talboys, severely. IVIr. Fountain nodded his head. It was all the assent he could effect ; and at that moment there passed through him the sacrilegious thought, that the Conqueror must have imported an ass or two among his other forces ; and that one of these, intermarrying with Saxon blood, had produced a mule, and that mule was his friend. The same uneasy jealousy, which next week was to expel David from Font Abbey, impelled Mr. Talboys to call the very next day at one o'clock to see what was being done under cover of trigonometry. He found Mr. and ]\Iiss Fovintain just sitting down to luncheon. David and Arthur were actually together somewhere, perhaps going through the farce of geometry. He was half vexed at finding no food for his suspicions. Presently, so spiteful is chance, the door opened, and in marched Arthur and David. " I have made him stay to luncheon for once," said Arthur ; " he couldn't refuse me, we are to part so soon." Arthur got next to Lucy, and had Da\ad on his left. Mr. Talboys gave j\[r. Fountain a look, and very soon began to play his battery upon David. " How do you naval officers find time to learn geometry ? " " What, don't you know it is a part of our education. sir ?" " I never heard that before." "That is odd; but perhaps you have spent all your life ashore." (This in commiserating accents.) David then politely explained to Mr. Talboys that a man who 154 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. looked one day to command a ship must not only prac- tise seamanship but learn navigation, and that naviga- tion was a noble art founded on the exact sciences, as well as on jijractical experiences ; that there did still linger upon the ocean a few of the old captains, who, born at a period when a ship in making a voyage used to run down her longitude first, and then begin to make her latitude, could handle a ship well and keep her off a lee shore if they saiv it i7i time, but were in truth hardly to be trusted to take her from port to port. " We get a word with these old salts now and then when we are becalmed alongside, and the questions they put make us quite feel for them. Then they trust entirely to their instruments. They can take an observation, but they can't verify one. They can tack her and wear her (I have seen them do one Avhen they should have done the other), and they can read the sky and the water better than we young ones, and while she floats they stick to her, and the greater the danger the louder the oaths — but that is all." He then assured them with modest fervor that much more than that was expected of the modern commander, particularly in the two capital arti- cles of exact science and gentlemanly behavior. He concluded with considerable grace by apologizing for his enthusiastic view of a profession that had been too often confounded with the faults of its professors, faults that were curable, and that they would all, he hoped, live long enough to see cured. Then turning to jVIiss fountain he said, " And if I began by despising my business, and taking a small view of it, how should I ever hold sticks with my able competitors, who study it with zeal and admiration ? " Lxicy. "I don't quite understand all you have said, Mr. Dodd, but that last I think is unanswerable." Fountain. " I am sure of it. As the Duke of Well- LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE INIE LONG. 155 ington said the other day in the House of Lords, '■ that is a position I defy any noble lord to assault with suc- cess ! ' haw ! ho ! " Mr. Talboys diverted his attack. " Pray, sir," said he with a sneer, " may I ask, have nautical commanders a particular taste for education as well as science ? " " Not that I know of. If you mean me, I am hungry to learn, and I find few but what can teach me some- thing, and what little I know I am willing to impart, sir ; give and take ! " " It is the direction of your teaching that seems to me so singular. Mathematics are horrible enough, and greatly to be avoided." " That is news to me." " On terra firm.a I mean." At this opening of the case Talboys versus Newton, Arthur shrugged his shoulders to Lucy and David, and went swiftly out as from the presence of an idiot. It was abominably rude. But besides being ill-natured and a little shallow, Mr. Talboys was drawling out his words, and Arthur was sixteen, candid epoch, at which affectation in man or woman is intolerable to us; we get a little hardened to it long before sixty. Mr. Talboys bit his lip at this boyish impertinence, but he was too proud a man to notice it otherwise than by quietly incor- porating the offender into his satire. " But the enigma is why you read them with a stripling, of whose breed- ing we have just had a specimen ; mathematics with a hob-bade-hoy ? Grand Dieu ! Do pray tell us, Mr. Dodd, why you come to Font Abbey every day ; is it really to teach Master Orson mathematics and manners ? " David did not sink into the earth as he was intended to. "I come to teach him algebra and geometry, — what little I know." 156 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. '' But your motive, Mr. Dodd ? " David looked puzzled, Lucy uneasy at seeing lier guest badgered. " Ask INIiss Fountain why she thinks I do my best for Arthur ? " said David, lowering his eyes. Talboys colored and looked at Fountain. " I think it must be out of pure goodness," said Lucy sweetly. Mr. Talboys ignored her calmly : " Pray enlighten us, Mr. Dodd. Now, what is the real reason you Avalk a mile every day to do mathematics with that interesting and well-behaved juvenile ? " "You are very curious, sir," said David grimly, his ire rising unseen. "I am, on this point." " Well, since you must be told what most men could see without help, it is — because he is an orphan, and because an orphan finds a brother in every man that is worth the shoe-leather he stands in ; can ye read the riddle now, ye lubber ? " And David started up haughtily, and, with contempt and wrath on his face, marched through the open window and joined his little friend on the lawn, leaving Fountain red with anger and Talboys white. The next thing was, Lucy rose and Avent quietly out of the room l)y the door. "It is the last time he shall set his foot within my door : provoking cub I " "You are convinced at last that he is a dangerous rival." " A rival ? nonsense and stuff ! " " Then why was she so agitated ? She went out with tears in her eyes : I saw them." " The poor girl was frightened, no doubt. We don't have fracas at Font Abbey. On this one spot of earth LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 157 comfort reigns, and balmy peace, and shall reign unruf- fled while I live. The jDassions are not admitted here, sir. Gracious heaven forbid ! I'd as soon see a bonfire in the middle of my dining-room, as Jealousy and Co." " In that case you had better exclude the cause." " The cause is your imagination, my good friend ; but I will give it no handle. I will exclude David Dodd until she has accepted you in form." With this understanding the friends parted. After dinner that same day, Arthur sat in the drawing- room with Lucy. He Avas reading : she working placidly. She looked off her work demurely at him several times. He was absorbed in a flighty romance. " I have dropped my worsted, Arthur. It is by you." Arthur picked the ball up and brought it her ; then back to his romance, heart and soul. Another sidelong glance at him. Then, after a long silence, " Your book seems very interesting." '' I'll fling it against the wall if it doesn't mind," was the infuriated reply. " Here are two fools quarrelling, page after page, and can't see, or won't see, what every- body else can see, that it is all an absurd misunderstand- ing. One word of common-sense would put it all right." " Then why not put the book down and talk to me ? " " I can't. It won't let me. I must see how long the two fools will go on not seeing what everybody else sees." "Will not the number of volumes tell you that ? " " Signorina, don't you try to be satirical," said the sprightly youth : " you'll only make a mess of it. What is the use dropping one drop of vinegar into such a great big honey-pot ? " " You are a saucy boy," retorted Lucy, in tones of gentle approbation. A long silence. 158 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. " Arthur, will you hold this skein for me ? " Arthur groaned. " Never mind, dear. I will try and manage with a chair." '' Xo, you won't now : there." The victim was caught by the hands. But, with fatal instinctive perverseness, he sat in silent amazement watching Lucy's supple white hand disentangling impos- sibilities, instead of chattering as he was intended to. Lucy gave a little sigh. Here was a dreadful business : obliged to elicit the information she had resolved should be forced upon her. "By-the-by, Arthur," said she carelessly, "did Mr. Dodd say anything to you on the lawn ? " "What about?" " About what was said after you went out so ru — so suddenly." " No ; why ? what w^as said ? Something about me ? tell me." " Oh no, dear, as Mr. Dodd did not mention it, it is not worth while. You must not move your hands, please." "Now, Lucy, that is too bad. It is not fair to excite one's curiosity, and then stop directly." " But it is nothing. jNIr. Talboys teased Mr. Dodd a little, that is all ; and Mr. Dodd was not so patient as I have seen him on like occasions. There, you are dis- entangled at last." "Now, signorina, let us talk sense. Tell me, which do you like the best of all the gentlemen that come here ? " " You, dear : only keep your hands still." " None of your chaff, Lucy." " Chaff : what is that ? " "Flattery, then. I hope it isn't that affected fool Talboys ; for I hate him." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 159 " I cannot undertake to share your prejudices, Mr. Arthur." " Then you actually like him." " I don't dislike him." " Then I pity your taste, that is all." " Mr. Talboys has many good qualities ; and if he was what you describe him, Uncle Fountain would not prize him as he does." " There is something in that, Lucy ; but I think my guardian and you are mad upon just that one point. Talboys, he is a fool and a snob." " Arthur," said Lucy, severely, " if you speak so of my uncle's friends, you and I shall quarrel." " You won't quarrel just now, if you can help it." " Won't I though ? why not, pray ? " " Because your skein is not wound yet." " Oh, you little black-hearted thing ! " " I know human nature, miss," said the urchin pomp- ously. " I have read Miss Edgeworth ! " He then made an appeal to her candor and good sense. " Now don't you see my friend Mr. Dodd is worth them all put together ? " " I can't quite see that." " He is so noble, so kind, so clever." " You must own he is a little brusque." "Never. And if he is, that is not like hurting peo- ple's feelings on purpose, and saying nasty, ill-natured things wrapped up in politeness that you daren't say out like a man, or you'd get kicked. He is a gentleman in- side : that Talboys is only one outside ; but you girls can't look below the surface." " We have not read Miss Edgeworth. His hands are not so white as Mr. Talboys'." " Nor his liver either — oh, you goose ! which has the finest eyes ? why, you don't see such eyes as Mr. Dodd'a 160 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. every day. They are as large as yours, only his are dark." " Don't be angry, dear. Yon must admit his voice in very loud." " He can make it loud ; hut it is always low and gentle w^henever he speaks to you. I have noticed that : so that is monstrous ungrateful of you." " There, the skein is wound. Arthur ! " '' Well ? " " I have a great mind to tell you something your friend Mr. Dodd said while you were out of the room ; but no, you shall finish your story first." " No, no ! hang the story." " Ah, you only say that out of politeness. I have taken you from it so long already." The impetuous boy jumped up, seized the volumes, dashed out, and presently came running back crying, "There, I have throAvn them behind the bookcase for ever and ever. Now will you tell me wdiat he said ? " Lucy smiled triumphantly. She could relish a bloodless victory over an inanimate rival. Then she said softly, " Arthur, what I am going to tell you is in confidence." " I will be torn in pieces before I betray it," said the young chevalier. Lucy smiled at his extravagance, then began again very gravely, " Mr. Talboys, who, with many good quali- ties, has, what shall I say, — narrow and artificial views compared wdth your friend " — " Ah ! now you are talking sense." ''Then why interrupt me, dear — began teasing him and wanting to know the real reason he comes here." " The real reason ? What did the fool mean ? " "How can I tell, Arthur, any more than you? Mr. Dodd evidently thought that some slur was meant on the purity of his friendship for you." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 161 " Shame ! shame ! oh ! " " I saw his anger rising ; for Mr. Docld, though not irritable, is passionate — at least I think so. I tried to smooth matters. But no ; Mr. Talboys persisted in put- ting this ungenerous question, when all of a sudden Mr. Dodd burst out, ' You wish to know why I love Arthur ? because he is an orphan, and because an orphan finds a brother in every man who is worth the shoe-leather he stands in. That is all the riddle, you lubber ! ' It was terribly rude ; but oh, Arthur ! I must tell you your friend looked noble : he seemed to swell and rise to a giant as he spoke, and we all felt such little shrimps around him ; and his lip trembled, and fire flashed from his eyes. How you would have admired him then! And he swept out of the room and left us for his little friend, who is worthy of it all, since he stands up for him against us all. Arthur ! why, he is crying ! poor child ! and do you think those words did not go to my heart as well ? I am an orphan, too. Arthur, don't cry, love ! oh! oh! oh!" Oh, magic of a word from a great heart ! such a word, uncouth and simple, but hot from a manly bosom, pierced silk and broadcloth, as if they had been cal- ico and fustian, and made a fashionable young lady and a bold schoolboy take hands and cry together. But such sweet tears dry quickly : they dry almost as they flow. " Hallo ! " cried the mercurial prince, " a sudden thought strikes me. You kept running him down a minute ago." " Me ? " said Liicy, with a look of amazement. " "Why, you know you did : now tell me, what was that for ? " " To give you the pleasure of defending him." " Oh. Hum ? — Lucy, you are not quite so simple as 162 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. the others think ; sometimes I can't make you out my- self." " Is it possible ? well, you know what to do, dear." "No, I don't." " Why, read Miss Edgeworth over again." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 163 CHAPTER IX. Arthur was bundled off to a private tutor, and the Dodds invited to Font Abbey no more ; and Talboys dined there three days a week. So far, David Dodd was in a poor and miserable position compared with Talboys, who visited Lucy at pleasure, and could close the very street door against a rival, real or imaginary. But the street door is not the door of the heart, and David had one little advantage over his powerful antagonist : it was a slender one, and he owed it to a subtle source — female tact. His sister and ally had long been aware of Tal- boys. The gossip of the village had enlightened her as to his visits and supposed pretensions. She had de- liberately withheld this information from her brother, for she said to herself, " Men always make such fools of themselves when they are jealous. No. David shan't even know he has got a rival : if he did he would be wretched and live on thorns, and then he would get into passions and either make a fool of himself in her eyes, or do something rash and be shown to the door." Thus far Eve, defending her brother. And with this piece of shrewdness she did a little more for him than she in- tended or was conscious of : for Talboys, either by feeble calculation or instinct of petty rivalry, constantly sneered at David before Lucy ; David never mentioned Talboys' name to her. Now superior ignores, inferior detracts. Thus Talboys lowered himself and rather elevated David : moreover, he counteracted his own strongest weapon, the street-door. After putting David out of sight, this judicious rival could not let him fade out of 164 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE IVIE LONG. mind too : he found means to stimulate the lady's memory, and, as far as in him lay, made the absent present. May all my foes unweave their webs as cleverly ! David knew nothing of this. He saw him- self shut out from Paradise, and he was sad. He felt the loss of Arthur, too. The orphan had been medicine to him. When a man is absorbed in a hopeless passion, to be employed every day in a good action has a magical soothing influence on the racked heart. Try this, in- stead of suicide, despairing lover ! It is a quack remedy : no M.D. prescribes it. Never you mind ; in desperate ills a little cure is Avorth a deal of etiquette. Poor David had lost this innocent comfort, lost too -the pleasure of going every day to the house she lived in. To be sure, when he used to go he seldom caught a glimpse of her, but he did now and then, and always enjoyed the hope. '' I see how it is," said he, to Eve one day ; " I am not welcome to the master of the house. Well, he is the master : I shall not force my way where I am not wel- come ; " but after these spirited words he hung his head. " Oh, nonsense," said Eve. " It isn't him. There are mischief-makers behind." " Ay ? just you tell me who they are ! I'll teach them to come across my hawse," and David's eyes flashed. "Don't you be silly," said Eve, and turned it off; " and don't be so down-hearted ; why, you are not half a man." " No more I am. Eve. What has come to me ? " "What indeed? just when everything goes swim- mingly." " Eve, how can you say so ! " " Why, David, she leaves this in a few days for Mrs. Bazalgette's house. You tell me you have got a warm LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 1G5 invitation tliere. Tlien make tlie play tliere, and, if you can't win her, say you don't deserve her, twiddle your thumb and see a bolder lover carry her off. You foolish boy, she is only a woman, she is to be won. If you don't mind, some man will show you it was as easy as you think it is hard; timid wooers make a mountain of a mole-hill." " Wh}^, it is you who have kept me backing and filling all this time, Eve." " Of course. Prudence at first starting ; but that isn't to say courage is never to come in : first creep within the fortification-wall ; but, once inside, if you don't storm the city that minute, woe be unto you ; come, cheer up ! it is only for a few days, and then she goes where you will have her all to yourself ; besides, you shall have one sweet delicious evening Avith her all alone before she goes. What, have you forgotten the pedigree ? Wasn't I right to keep that back ? and now march and take a good long walk." Her tongue was a spur : it made David's drooping manhood rear and prance — a trumpet and pealed victory to come. David kissed her warmly, and strode away radiant. She looked sadly after him. She had never spoken so hopefully, so encouragingly. The reason will startle such of my readers as have not taken the trouble to comprehend her. It was that she had never so thoroughly desponded ; such was Eve ; when matters went smoothly, she itched to torment and take the gloss off David; but now the affair looked really desperate ; so it would have been unkind not to sustain him with all her soul. The cause of her despond- ency and consequent cheerfulness, shall now be briefly related. Scarce an hour ago she had met Miss Fountain in the village and accompanied her home. For David's sake she had diverted the conversation by easy degrees 166 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ISIE LOKG. to the subject of marriage, in order to sound Miss Foun- tain. " You would never give your hand without your heart, I am sure." " Heaven forbid," was the reply. " Not even to a coronet ? " " Not even to a crown." So far so good, bit Miss Fountain went on to say that the heart was not the only thing to be consulted in a matter so important as marriage. " It is the only thing I would ever consult," said Eve. As Lucy did not reply. Eve asked her next what she would do if she loved a poor man ? Lucy replied coldly, that it was not her present intention to love anybody but her relations ; that she should never love any gentleman until she had been married to him, or, correcting herself, at all events, been some time engaged to him, and she should certainly never engage herself to any one who would not rather improve her position in society than deteriorate it. Eve met these pretty phrases with a look of contempt, as much as to say, " While you speak I am putting all that into plain vulgar English." The other did not seem to notice it. " To leave this interesting topic for a while," said she languidly, " let me consvilt you. Miss Dodd. I have not, as you may have noticed, great abilities, but I have received an excellent educa- tion. To say nothing of those soi-disatit accomplish- ments with which we adorn, and sometimes weary, society, my dear mother had me well grounded in lan- guages and history. Without being eloquent I have a certain fluency, in which, they tell me, even members of parliament are deficient, smoothly as their speeches read made into English by the newspapers. Like yourself, Miss Dodd, and all our sex, I am not destitute of tact ; and tact, you know, is 'the talent of talents.' I feel," here she bit her lip, "myself fit for public life. I am ambitious." LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 167 " Oh, you are, are you ? " " Very ; and perhaps you will kindly tell me how I had best direct that ambition ; the army ? no ; marching against daisies, and dancing and flirting in garrison towns, is frivolous and monotonous too. It isn't as if war was raging, trumpets ringing and squadrons charg- ing. Your brother's profession ? Not for the world. I am a coward [consistent]. Shall I lower my preten- sions to the learned professions ? " " I don't doubt your cleverness, but the learned pro- fessions ? " '' A woman has a tongue, you know, and that is their grand requisite. I interrupted you, Miss Dodd, pray forgive me." " Well, then let us go through them. To be a clergy- man, what is required ? to preach, and visit the sick, and feel for them, and understand what passes in the sorrowful hearts of the afflicted. Is that beyond our sex ? " '' That last is far more beyond a man at most times ; and oh, the discourses one has to sit out in church ! Portia made a very passable barrister, Miss Dodd." " Oh, did she ? " " AVhy, you know she did ; and as for medicine, the great successes there are achieved by honeyed words with a long word thrown in here and there. I've heard my own mamma say so, — now which shall I be ? " "I suppose you are making fun of me," said Eve, "but there is many a true word spoken in jest. You could be a better parson, lawyer, or doctor than nine out of ten ; but they won't let us ; they know we could beat them into fits at anytliing but brute strength and wickedness. So they have shut all those doors in us poor girls' faces." "There, you see," said Lucy archly; "but two lines are open to our honorable ambition, marriage and — water- 168 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. colors. I thiuk marriage the more honorable of the two; above all, it is the more fashionable. Can you blame me then if my ambition chooses the altar and not the easel ? " " So that is what you have been bringing me to." " You came of your own accord," was the sly retort. " Let me offer you some luncheon." "No, thank you. I could not eat a morsel just now." Eve went away, her bright little face visibly cast down. It was not INIiss Fountain's words only, and that new trait of hard satire, which she had so suddenly produced from her secret recesses ; her very tones were cynical and worldly to Eve's delicate sense of hearing. " Poor, poor David ! " she thought, and when she got to the door of the room she sighed; and as she went home she said more than once to herself, "no more heart than a marble statue. Oh ! how true our first thought is. I come back to mine "... Lucy (sola). " Then what right had she to come here and try to turn me inside out ? " LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LOl^G. l69 CHAPTER X. As the hour of Lucy's departure drew near, Mr. Foun- tain became anxious to see her betrothed to his friend, for fear of accidents. " You had better propose to her in form, or authorize me to do so, before she goes to that Mrs. Bazalgette." This time it was Talboys that hung back. He objected that the time was not opportune. " I make no advance," said he ; " on the contrary, I seem of late to have lost ground with your niece.'' " Oh, I've seen the sort of distance she has put on. All superficial, my dear sir. I read it in your favor. I know the sex ; they can't elude me. Pique, sir, nothing on earth but female pique. She is bitter against us for shilly- shallying. These girls hate shilly-shally in a man. They are monopolists, severe monopolists. Shilly-shally is one of their monopolies. Throw yourself at her feet, and press her with ardor; she Avill clear up directly." The proposed attitude did not tempt the stiff Talboys. His pride took the alarm. ''Thank you, it is a position in which I should not care to place myself unless I was quite sure of not being refused. iSTo, I will not risk my proposal while she is under the influence of this Dodd; he is, somehow or other, the cause of her coldness to me." " Good heavens ! why, she has been hermetically sealed against him ever so long!" cried Fountain al- most angrily. "I saw his sister come out of your gate only the other day. Sisters are emissaries ; dangerous ones, too. Who 170 LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. knows, her very coldness may be vexation that this man is exckided. Perhaps she suspects me as the cause." " These are cliimeras, wikl chimeras. My niece cares nothing for such people as the Dodds." "I beg your pardon, these low attachments are the strongest. It is a notorious fact." "There is no attachment ; there is nothing but civility, and the affability of a well-bred superior to an inferior. Attachment ! Why, there is not a girl in Europe less capable of marrying beneath her, and she is too cool to flirt — but with a view to a matrimonial position. The worst of it is, that while you fear an imaginary danger you are running into a real one. If we are defeated it will not be by Dodd, but by that Mrs. Bazalgette. Why, now I think of it, whence does Lucy's coldness date ? from that viper's visit to my house. Rely on it, if we are suffering from any rival influence, it is that woman's. She is a dangerous woman, she is a character I detest ; she is a schemer." " Am I to understand that Mrs. Bazalgette has views of her own for Miss Fountain ? " inquired Talboys, his jealousy half inclined to follow the new lead. "In all probability." " Oh ! then it is mere surmise." "No, it is not mere surmise; it is the reasonable con- jecture of a man who knows her sex, and human nature, and life. Since I have my views, what more likely than that she has hers, if only to spite me ? Add to this her strange visit to Font Abbey, and the sombre influence she has left behind And to this woman Lucy is going unprotected by any positive pledge to you. Here is the true cause for anxiety. And, if you do not share it with me, it must be that you do not care about our alliance." Mr. Talboys was hurt. •' Not care for the alliance ? LOVE ME LITTLE, LOVE ME LONG. 171 It was dear to him ; all the dearer for the difficulties. He was attached to Miss Fountain, warmly attached ; would do anything for her, except run the risk of an affront — a refusal." Then followed a long discussion, the result of which was that he would not propose in form now, but ivoiild give proofs of his attachment such as no lady could mistake ; inter alia, he would be sure to spend the last evening with her, and would ride the first stage with her next day, squeeze her hand at parting, and look unutterable. And, as for the formal proposal, that was only postponed a week or two. Mr. Fountain was to pay his visit to Mrs. Bazalgette, and secretly pre- pare Miss Fountain ; then Talboys would suddenly pounce, and — pop. The grandeur and boldness of this strategy staggered rather than displeased Mr. Fountain. " What, under her own roof ? " and he could not help rubbing his hands with glee and spite, " under her own eye and malgre her personal influence ? Why, you are Nap. I. ! " " She will be quite out of the way of the Dodds there," said Talboys slyly. The senior groaned. ("