ONE OF OUK C0NQUER0E8. GEORGE MEREDITH'S WORKS. Each Novel will he complete in One Volume, price 3s. Gd- ONE OP OUR CONQUERORS. DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS. EVAN HARRINGTON. THE ORDEAL OF RICHARD FEVEREL. THE ADVENTURES OF HARRY RICHMOND. SANDRA BELLONI. VITTORIA. RHODA FLEMINa. BE AUCH AMP'S CAREER. THE EGOIST. THE SHAVING OF SHAGPAT; and FARINA. ONE OP OUR CONQUERORS. GEORGE MEREDITH. NEW EDITION. LONDON: CHAPMAN AND HALL, Limited. 1892. [all rights reserved.] LIBRARY IffOVERSITY OF C \LIF0RNIA SAISTA BAiiiiAiiA CONTENTS. CHATTErt I. II. III. IV. V. VI. VII. VIII. IX. X. XI. XII. XIII. XIV. XV. XVI. XVI r. xviri. XIX. XX. xxr. XXII. PACK Across London Bridge . . . . . . • • 1 Through the Vague to the Infinitely TiiTTLE . . 9 Old Veuve . . . . . . . . . . li The Second Bottle . . . . . . . . 21 The London Walk Westward . . . . , . 30 Nataly . . . . . . . . . . 39 Between a General Man of the World and a Pro- fessional . . . . . . . . . . 47 Some Familiar Guests .. .. .. 58 An Inspection op Lakelands- . . . . . . CO Skepsey in IMotion . . . . . . . . 77 Wherein we behold the Couple Justified of Love haying Sight of their Scourge . . . . . . 89 Treats of the Dumbness possible with Members of a Household having One Heart .. .. ..99 The Latest of Mrs. Burman .. .. .. 105 Discloses a Stage on the Drive to Paris .. .. 115 A Patriot Abroad . . . . . . . . 127 Accounts for Skepsey's IMisconduct, showing how it AFFECTED NaTALY .. .. .. .. 135 Chiefly upon the Theme of a Young Maid's Imaginings 143 Suitors for the Hand of Nesta Victoria .. .. 153 Treats of Nature and Circusistance and the Dissen- sion between them and of a Satirist's Malignity IN the Direction of his Country .. .. 104 The Great Assembly at Lakelands .. .. IFO Dartrey Fenellan .. .. ., ., ]!12 Concerns the Intrusion of Jauniman . . . . 203 Iv CONTENTS. CHArlFR PAGK XXIII. Tr.EATS OF THE Ladies' Lapdog Tasso for an Instance of Momentous Effects piiooucEn by VERY Minor Causes .. ,. .. 21 G XXIV. Nesta's Engagement .. .. .. .. 221) XXV. Nataly in Action .. .. .. .. 242 XXVI. In which we see a Conventional Gentleman en- deavouring TO EXAMINE A SPECTRE OP HIMSELF 253 XXVII. Contains what is a Small Thing or a Great, as THE Soul of the Chief Actor may decide . . 2rtS XXVIII. Mrs. Marsett .. .. .. .. 26ti XXIX. Shows one of the Shadows of the World cross- ing a Virgin's Mind . . . . . . 277 XXX. The Burden upon Nesta . . . . . . 284 XXXI. Shows how the Squires in a Conqueror's Service have at Times to do Knightly Conquest op themselves . . . . . . . . 295 XXXII. Shows how Temper may kindle Temper and an Indignant Woman get her Weapon . . 300 XXXIII. A Pair op Wooers . . . . . . . . 31 4 XXXIV. Contains Deeds Unrelated and Expositions of Feelings .. .. .. .. .. 32t XXXV. In which again we make use of the Old Lamps for lighting an Abysjial Darkness . . . . 3;H XXXVI. Nesta and her Father . . . . . . 340 XXXVII. The Mother — the Daughter . . . . . . 352 XXXVIII. Nataly, Nesta, and Dartrey Fenell.^n .. 3til XXXIX. A Chapter in the Shadow of Mrs. Marsett .. 372 XL. An Expiation . . . . . . . . 385 XLI. The Night of the Great Undelivered Speech .. 395 XLII. The Last .. ,. .. .. .. 407 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS, CHAPTER I. ACROSS LONDON BRIDGE. A GENTLEMAN, noteworthy for a lively countenance and a waistcoat to match it, crossing London Bridge at noon on a gusty April day, was almost magically detached from his conflict with the gale by some sly strip of slipperiness, ahounding in that conduit of the markets, which had more or less adroitly performed the trick upon preceding passen- gers, and now laid this one flat amid the shuffle of feet, peaceful for the moment" as the uncomplaining who have gone to Sabrina beneath the tides. He was unhurt, quite sound, merely astonished, he remarked, in reply to the inquiries of the first kind helper at his elbow ; and it appeared an accept- able statement of his condition. He laughed, shook his coat- tails, smoothed the back of his head rather thoughtfully, thankfully received his runaway hat, nodded bright beams to right and left, and making light of the muddy stigmas imprinted by the pavement, he scattered another shower of his nods and smiles around, to signify that, as his good friends would wish, he thoroughly felt his legs and could walk unaided. And he was in the act of doing it, question- ing his familiar behind the waistcoat amazedly, to tell him how such a misadventure could have occurred to him of all men, when a glance below his chin discomposed his outward face. " Oh, confound the fellow ! " ho said, with simplo frankness, and was humorously ruffled, having seen absurd blots of smutty knuckles distributed over the maiden waist- coat. Jlis outcry was no more than the confid'^ntial commuuica- 2 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. tiou of a genial spirit with that distinctive article of his attire. At the same time, for these friendly peoj)le about him to share the fun of the annoj^ance, he looked hastily hrightly back, seeming with the contraction of his brows to frown, on the little band of observant Samaritans; in the centre of whom a man who knew himself honourably unclean, perhaps consequently a bit of a political jewel, hearing one of their number confounded for his pains, and by the wearer of a sujDerfine dashing-white waistcoat, was moved to take notice of the total deficiency of gratitude in this kind of gentleman's look and pocket. If we ask for nothing for helping gentlemen to stand upright on their legs, and get it, we expect civility into the bargain. Moreover, there are reasons in nature why we choose to give sign of a particular sui'liness when our wealthy superiors would have us think their condescending grins are cordials. The gentleman's eyes were followed on a second hurried downward grimace, the necessitated wrinkles of which could be stretched by malevolence to a semblance of haughty dis- gust ; reminding us, through our readings in journals, of the wicked overblown Prince Eegent and his Court, together with the view taken of honest labour in the mind of super- cilious luxury, even if indebted to it freshly for a trifle ; and the hoar-headed nineteenth-century billow of democratic ire craved the word to be set swelling. " Am I the fellow you mean, sir?" the man said. He was answered, not ungraciously : " All right, my man." But the balance of our public equanimity is prone to violent antic bobbings on occasions when, for example, an ostentatious garment shall appear disdainful of our class and ourself, and coin of the realm has not usurped command of one of the scales: thus a fairly pleasant answer, cast in persuasive features, provoked the retort — " There you're wrong ; nor wouldn't be." "What's that?" was the gentleman's musical inquiry. " That's flat, as you was half a minute ago," the man rejoined. " Ah, well, don't be impudent," the gentleman said, by way of amiable remonstrance before a parting. " And none of your dam punctilio," said the man. Their exchange rattled smartly, without a dii-ect hostility, and the gentleman stepped forward. ACROSS LONDON BRIDGE. 6 It was observed in the crowd, that after a few paces he put two fingers on the back of his head. They might suppose him to be condoling with his recent mishap. But, in fact, a thing had occurred to vex him more than a descent upon the pavement or damage to his waist- coat's whiteness : he abominated the thouglit of an altercation with a member of the mob; ho found that enormous beast comprehensible only when it applauded him ; and besides he wished it warmly well ; all that was good for it ; plentiful dinners, country excursions, stout menagerie bars, music, a dance, and to bed : he was for patting, stroking, petting the mob, for tossing it sops, never for irritating it to show an eye-tooth, much less for causing it to exhibit the grinders : and in endeavouring to get at the grounds of his dissension with that dirty-fisted fellow, the recollection of the word punctilio shot a throb of pain to the spot where his mishap had rendered him susceptible. Headache threatened — and to him of all men ! But was there ever such a word for drumming on a cranium ? Puzzles are presented to us now and then in the course of our days; and the smaller they are the better for the purpose, it would seem ; and they come in rattle-boxes, they are actually children's toys, for what they contain, but not the less do they buzz at our understandings and insist that they break or we, and, in either case, to show a mere foolish idle rattle in hollo wness. Or does this happen to us only after a fall ? He tried a suspension of his mental efforts, and the word was like the claj)per of a disorderly bell, striking through him, with reverberations, in the form of interrogations, as to how he, of all men living, could by any chance have got into a wrangle, in a thoroughfare, on London Bridge, of all places in the world ! — he, so popular, renowned for his affability, his amiability; having no dislike to common dirty dogs, entirely the reverse, liking them and doing his best for them; and accustomed to receive their applause. And in what way had he offered a hint to bring on him the charge of punctilio ? But I am treating it seriously ! he said, and jerked a dead laugh while fixing a button of liis coat. That he should have treated it seriously, furnished next the subject of cogitation ; and here it was plainly suggested, that a degradation of his physical system, owing to the 4 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. shock of the fall, must ho seen and acknowleclged ; for it had hecome a perverted engine, to pull him down among the puerilities, and very soon he was worrying at punctilio anew, attempting to read the riddle of the application of it to himself, angry that he had allowed it to he the final word, and admitting it a famous word for the closing of a con- trovers}' : — it hanged the door and rolled drum-notes ; it deafened reason. And was it a London cockney crow-word of the day, or a word that had stuck in the fellow's head from the perusal of his pothouse newspaper columns? Furthermore, the plea of a fall, and the plea of a shock from a fall, required to account for the triviality of the mind, were humiliating to him who had never hitherto missed a step, or owned to the shortest of collapses. This confession of deficiency in explosive repartee — using a friend's term for the ready gift — was an old and a rueful one with Victor Eadnor. His godmother Fortune denied him that. She hestowed it on his friend Fenellan, and little else. Simeon Fenellan could clap the halter on a coltish mob ; he had positively caught the roar of cries and stilled it, by capping the cries in turn, until the people cheered him ; and the etiect of the scene upon Victor Fiadnor disposed him to rank the gift of repartee higher than a certain rosily oratorical that he was permitted to tell himself he possessed, in bottle if not on draught. Let it only be explosive repartee : the well-fused bomb, the bubble to the stone, ecbo round the horn. Fenellan would have dii-charged an extin- guisher on punctilio in emission. Tietor Kaduor was unable to cope with it reflectively. No, but one doesn't like being beaten by anything ! he replied to an admonishment of his better mind, as he touched his two fingers, more significantly dubious than the Avhole hand, at the back of his head, and checked or stemmed the current of a fear. For he was utterly unlike himself; he was dwelling on a trifle, on a matter discernibly the smallest, an incident of the streets ; and although he refused to feel a bump or tixxy responsive notification of a bruise, he made a sacrifice of his native pride to his intellectual, in granting that he must have been shaken, so childishly did he continue thinking. Yes, well, and if a tumble distorts our ideas of life, and an odd word engrosses our speculations, we are poor creatures, ACKOSS LONDON BEIDGE. he addressed another friend, from whom he stood constitu- tionally in dissent, naming him Colney ; and tinder pressure of the name, reviving old wrangles between them upon man's present achievements and his probable destinies : especially upon England's grandeur, vitality, stability, her intelligent appreciation of her place in the universe ; not to speak of the historic dignity of London City. Colney had to be overcome afresh, and he fled, but managed, with two or three of his bitter phrases, to make a cuttle-fish fight of it, that oppressively shadowed his vanquisher : — TJie Daniel Lambert of Cities: the Female Annuitant of Nations: — and such like, wretched stuff, proper to Colney Durance, easily dispersed and out-laughed when we have our vigour. We have as much as we need of it in summon- ing a contemptuous Pooh to our lips, with a shrug at venomous dyspepsia. Nevertheless, a malignant sketch of Colney's, in the which Hengist and Horsa, our fishy Saxon originals, in modern garb of liveryman and gaitered squire, flat-headed, paunchy, assiduously servile, are shown blacking Ben-Israel's boots and grooming the princely stud of the Jew, had come so near to Victor Eadnor's apprehensions of a possible, if not an impending, consummation, that the gliastly vision of the Jew Dominant in London City, over England, over Europe, America, the world (a picture drawn in literary sepia by Colney : with our poor hang-neck population uncertain about making a bell-rope of the forelock to the Satyr-snoufy master; and the Korman Lord de Warenne handing him for a lump sum sou and daughter, both to be Hebraized in their different ways), fastened on the most mercurial of patriotic men, and gave him a whole-length plunge into despondency. It lasted nearly a minute. His recovery was not in this instance due to the calling on himself for the rescue of an ancient and glorious country ; nor altogether to the spectacle of the shipping, over the parapet, to his right : the hundreds of masts rising out of the merchant river ; London's unrivalled mezzotint and the City rhetorician's inexhaustible argu- ment : ho gained it rather from the imperious demand of an animated and thirsty frame for novel impressions. Commonly he was too hot with his business, and airy fancies above it, when crossing the bridge, to reflect iu freshness on its 6 ONE OF OUR CONQUEKORS. wonders ; though a phrase could spring liim alive to them ; a suggestion of the Foreigner, jealous, condemned to admire in despair of outstripping, like Satan worsted; or when a Premier's fine inflation magnified the scene at City banquets — exciting while audible, if a waggery in memory ; or when England's cherished Bard, the Leading Article, blew bellows, and wind primed the lieges. That a phrase on any other subject was of much the same effect, in relation to it, may be owned ; he was lightly kindled. The scene, however, had a sharp sparkle of attractiveness at the instant. Down went the twirling horizontal pillars of a strong tide from the arches of the bridge, breaking to wild water at a remove ; and a reddish Northern cheek of curdling pipeing East, at shrilly puffs between the Tower and the Custom House, encountered it to whip and ridge the flood against descending tug and long tail of stern-ajerk emptj' barges ; with a steamer slowly noseing round off the wharf-cranes, preparing to swirl the screw ; and half-bottom- upward boats dancing harpooner beside their whale; along an avenue, not fabulously golden, of the deputy masts of all nations, a wintrj- woodland, every rag aloft curling to volume ; and here the spouts and the mounds of steam, and rolls of brown smoke there, variously undulated, curved to vanish ; cold blue sky ashift with the whirl and dash of a very Tartar cavalry of cloud overhead. Surely a scene pretending to sublimity ? Gazing along that grand highway of the voyaging forest, your London citizen of good estate has reproached his country's poets for not pouring out, succinctly and melo- diously, his multitudinous larvte of notions Ijegotten by the scene. For there are times when he would pay to have them sung; and he feels them big; he thinks them human in their bulk; they are Londinensian ; they want but form and fire to get them scored on the tablets of the quotable at festive boards. This he can promise to his poets. As for otherwhere than at the festive, Commerce invoked is a Goddess that will have the reek of those boards to fill her nostrils, and poet and alderman alike may be dedicate to the sublime, she leads them, after two snifis of an idea concerning her, for the dive into the turtle-tureen. Heels up they go, poet first — a plummet he ! And besides it is barely possible for our rounded citizen, ACROSS LONDON BRIDGE. 7 in the mood of meditation, to direct his gaze off the bridge along the waterway North-eastward without beholding as an eye the glow of whitebait's bow- window by the river- side, to the front of the summer sunset, a league or so down stream ; where he sees, in memory savours, the Elysian end of Commerce : frontispiece of a tale to fetch us up the out- wearied spectre of old Apicius ; yea, and urge Crispinus to wheel his purse into the market for the purchase of a cost- lier mullet ! But is the Jew of the usury gold becoming our despot- king of Commerce ? In that case, we do not ask our country's poets to compose a single stanza of eulogy's rhymes — far from it. Far to the contrary, we bid ourselves remember the sons of whom we are; instead of revelling in the fruits of Commerce, we shoot scornfully past those blazing bellied windows of the aromatic dinners, and beyond Thames, away to the fisher- men's deeps, Old England's native element, where the strenuous ancestry of a race yet and ever manful at the stress of trial are heard around and aloft whistling us back to the splendid strain of muscle, and spray fringes cloud, and strong heart rides the briny scoops and hillocks, and Death and Man are at grip for the haul. There we find our nationality, our poetry, no Hebrew competing. "VVe do : or there at least we left it. Whether to recover it when wanted, is not so certain. Humpy Hengist and dumpy Horsa, quitting ledger and coronet, might recur to their sea bow-legs and red-stubble chins, might take to their tarpaulins again ; they might renew their manhood on the capture of cod ; headed by Harald and Hardiknut, they might roll surges to whelm a Dominant Jew clean gone to the fleshpots and eifeminacy. Aldermen of our ancient con- ception, they may teach him that he has been backsliding once more, and must repent in ashes, as those who are for jewels, titles, essences, banquets, for wallowing in slimy spawn of lucre, have ever to do. They dispossess him of his greedy gettings. And how of the Law ? But the Law is always, and must ever be, the Law of the stronger. — Ay, but brain beats muscle, and what if the Jew should 8 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. prove to have superior power of brain ? A dreaded liypo- thosis ! "Why, then you see the insurgent Saxon seamen (of the names in two syllables witli accent on the first), and their Danish captains, and it may be but a remnant of high- nosed old Korman Lord de Warenne beside them, in the criminal box : and presently the Jew smoking a giant regalia cigar on a balcony giving view of a gallows-tree. But we Avill try that : on our side, to back a native pug- nacity, is morality, humanity, fraternity — nature's rights, aha ! and who -withstands them ? on his, a troop of merce- naries ! — And that lands me in Eed Eepublicanism, a hop and a skip from Socialism ! said Mr. Radnor, and chuckled ironi- cally at the natural declivity he had come to. Still, there was an idea in it. . . . A short run or attempt at running after the idea, ended in pain to his head near the spot where the haunting word punctilio caught at any excuse for clamouring. Yet we cannot relinquish an idea that was ours ; we are vowed to the pursuit of it. Mr. Eadnor lighted on the tracks, by dint of a thought flung at his partner Mr. Inch- ling's dread of the Jews. Inchling dreaded Scotchmen as well, and Americans, and Armenians, and Greeks : latterly Germans hardly less ; but his dread of absorption in Jewry, signifying subjection, had often precipitated a deplorable shrug, in which Victor Kadnor now j^erceived the skirts of his idea, even to a fancy that something of the idea must have struck Inchling when he shrugged : the idea being . . . he had lost it again. Definition seemed to be an extirpating enemy of this idea, or she was by nature shy. She was very feminine ; coming when she willed and flying when wanted. Not until nigh upon the close of his history did she returi!, full-i>tatured and embraceable, to Victor Eadnor. ( 9 ) CHAPTER II. THROUGH THE VAGUE TO THE INFINITELY LITTLE. The fair dealing with readers demands of us, that a narra- tive shall not proceed at slower pace tban legs of a man in motion ; and we are still but little more tban midway across London Bridge. But if a man's mind is to bo taken as a part of him, the likening of it, at an introduction, to an army on the opening march of a great campaign, should plead excuses for tardy forward movements, in consideration of the largo amount of matter you have to review before you can at all imagine yourselves to have made his acquaint- ance. This it is not necessary to do when you are set astride the enchanted horse of the Talc, which leaves the man's mind at home while he performs the deeds befitting him : he can indeed be rapid. Whether more active, is a question asking for your notions of the governing element in the composition of man, and of his present business here. The Tale inspirits one's earlier ardours, when we sped with- out baggage, when the Impossible was wings to imagination, and heroic sculpture the simplest act of the chisel. It does not advance, 'tis true; it drives the whirligig circle round and round the single existing central point; but it is enriched with applause of the boys and girls of both ages in this land ; and all the English critics heap their honours on its bravo old Simplicity : — our national literary flag, which signalizes us while we float, subsequently to flap above the shallows. One may sigh for it. An ill-fortuned minstrel who has by fateful direction been brought to see with distinctness, that man is not as much comprised in external features as the monkey, will be devoted to the task of the fuller portraiture. Alter his inefiectual catching at the volatile idea, Mr. Radnor found repose in thoughts of his daughter and her dear mother. They had begged him to put on an overcoat this day of bitter wind, or a silken kerchief for the throat. Faithful to the Spring, it had been his habit since boyhood to show upon his person something of the hue of the A'ornal month, the white of the daisied meadow, and although 10 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. lie owned a light overcoat to dangle from shoulders at the Opera crush, he declined to wear it for protection. His gesture of shaking and expanding whenever the tender request was urged on him, signified a physical opposition to the control of garments. Mechanically now, while doating in fancy over the couple beseeching him, he loosened the button across his defaced waistcoat, exposed a large measure of chest to flaws of a wind barbed on Norwegian peaks by the brewers of cough and catarrh — horrid women of the whistling clouts, in the pay of our doctors. He braved them ; he starved the profession. He was that man in fifty thousand who despises hostile elements and goes unpunished, calmly erect among a sneezing and tumbled host, as a light- house overhead of breezy fleets. The coursing of his blood was by comparison electrical ; he had not the sensation of cold, other than that of an eff'ort of the elements to arouse him ; and so quick was he, through this fine animation, to feel, think, act, that the three successive tributaries of con- duct appeared as an irreflective flash and a gamester's daring in the vein to men who had no deep knowledge of him and his lightning arithmetic for measuring, sounding, and deciding. Naturally he was among the happiest of human creatures ; he willed it so, with consent of circumstances ; a boisterous consent, as when votes are reckoned for a favourite candi- date : excepting on the part of a small band of black dissen- tients in a corner, a minute opaque body, devilish in their irreconcilability, who maintain their struggle to provoke discord, with a cry disclosing the one error of his youth, the sole bad step chargeable upon his antecedents. But do we listen to them? Shall we not have them turned out? He gives the sign for it ; and he leaves his buoying constituents to outroar them : and he tells a friend that it was not, as one may say, an error, although an erratic step : but let us explain to our bosom friend ; it was a step quite unregretted, gloried in ; a step deliberately marked, to be done again, were the time renewed : it was a step necessitated (emphati- cally) by a false preceding step ; and having youth to plead for it, in the first instance, youth and ignorance ; and secondly, and how deeply truly ! Love. Deep true love, proved by years, is the advocate. He tells himself at the same time, after lending ear to the THEOUGH THE VAGUE TO THE INFINITELY LITTLE. 11 advocate's exordium and a favoinite sentence, that, judged by the Powers (to them only can he expose the whole skele- ton-cupboard of the case), judged by those clear-sighted Powers, he is exonerated. To be exonerated by those awful Powers, is to be approved. As to that, there is no doubt : v/hom they, all-seeing, dis- cerning as they do, acquit they justify. Whom they justify, they compliment. They, seeing all the facts, are not unintelligent of distinc- tions, as the world is. What, to them, is the spot of the error? — admitting it as an error. They know it for a thing of convention, not of Nature. We stand forth to plead it in proof of an adherence to Nature's laws : we aflSrm that, far from a defilement, it is an illumination and stamp of nobility. On the beloved who shares it with us, it is a stamp of the highest nobility. Our world has many ways for signifying its displeasure, but it cannot brand an angel. This was another favourite sentence of Love's grand oration for the defence. So seductive was it to the Powers who sat in judgement on the case, that they all, Avhen the sentence came, turned eyes upon the angel, and they smiled. They do not smile on the condemnable. She, then, were he rebuked, would have strength to ui:)lift him. And who, calling her his own, could be placed in second rank among the blissful ! Mr. Eadnor could rationally say that he was made for happiness; ho flow to it, he breatlaed, dispensed it. How conceive the clear-sighted celestial Powers as opposing his claim to that estate? Not they. He know, for he had them safe in the locked chamber of his breast, to yield him sub- servient responses. The world, or Puritanic members of it, had pushed him to the trial once or twice — or had put on an air of doing so ; creating a temiiorary disturbance, ending in a merry duet Avith his daughter Nesta Victoria: a glorious trio when her mother Natalia, sweet lily that she was, shook the rainwater from her cup and followed the good example to shine in the sun. He had a secret for them. Nesta's promising soprano, and her mother's contralto, and his baritone — a true baritone, not so well trained as their accurate notes — should be rising in spirited union with 12 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. the curtain of that secret : there was matter for song and concert, triumph and gratulation in it. And during the whole passage of the bridge, lije had not once cast thought on a secret so palpitating, the cause of the morning's expedition and a long year's prospect of the present day ! It seemed to have been knocked clean out of it — punciilioed out, Fenellan might say. Aor had any combinations upon the theme of business displaced it. Just before the fall, the whole drama of the unfolding of that secret was brilliant to his eyes as a scene on a stage. He refused to feel any sensible bruise on his head, with the admission that he perhaps might think he felt one : which was virtually no more than the feeling of a thought ; — what his friend Dr. Peter Yatt would define as feeling a rotifer astir in the curative compartment of a homoeo- pathic globule: and a playful fancy may do that or anything. Only, Sanity does not allow the infinitely little to disturb us. Mr. Eadnor had a quaint experience of the effects of the infinitely little while threading his way to a haberdasher's shop for new white waistcoats. Under the shadow of the representative statue of City Corporations and London's majesty, the figure of Royalty, worshijiful in its marbled redundancy, fronting the bridge, on the slope where the seas of fish and fruit below throw up a thin line of their drift, he stood contemplating the not unamiable, reposefully-jolly Guelphic countenance, from the loose jowl to the bent knee, as if it were a novelty to him ; unwilling to trust himself to the roadway he had often traversed, equally careful that his hesitation should not be seen. A trifle more impressible, he might have imagined the smoky figure and magnum of pur- siness barring the City against him. He could have laughed aloud at the hypocrisy behind his quiet look of provincial wonderment at London's sculptor's art; and he was partly tickled as well by the singular fit of timidity enchaining him. Cart, omnibus, cab, van, barrow, donkey-tray, went by in strings, broken here and there, and he could not induce his legs to take advantage of the gaps ; he listened to a warning that he would be down again if he tried it, among those wheels ; and his nerves clutched him, like a troop of household women, to keep him from the hazard of an expo- sure to the horrid crunch, pitiless as tiger's teeth ; and we may say txuly, that once down, or once out of the rutted THROUGH THE VAGUE TO THE INFINITELY LITTLE. 13 Hue, you are food for lion and jackal — the forces of the world will have you in their mandibles. An idea was there too ; but it would not accept pursuit. " A pretty scud overhead ? " said a voice at his ear. " For fine ! — to-day at least," Mr. Eadnor affably replied to a stranger; and gazing on the face of his friend Fenellan, knew the voice, and laughed: "You?" He straightened his back immediately to cross the road, dismissing nervous- ness as a vapour, asking, between a cab and a van : " Any- thing doing in the City ? " For Mr. Fenellan's proper station faced Westward. The reply was deferred until they had reached the pave- ment, when Mr. Fenellan said : " T'il tell you," and looked a dubious preface, to his friend's thinking. But it was merely the mental inquiry following a glance at mud-spots on the coat. " We'll lunch ; limch with me, I must eat, tell me then," said Mr. Radnor, adding within himself : "Emptiness! want of food ! " to account for recent ejaculations and qualms. He had not eaten for a good four hours. Fenellan's tone signified to his feverish sensibility of the moment, that the matter was personal; and the intimation of a touch on domestic afi"airs caused sinkings in his vacuity, much as though his heart were having a fall. He mentioned the slip on the bridge, to explain his need to visit a haberdasher's shop, and pointed at the waistcoat. Mr. Fenellan was compassionate over the " Poor virgin of the smoky city ! " " They have their ready-made at these shops — last year's perhaps, never mind, do for the day," said Mr. Eadnor, impatient for eating, now that he had spoken of it. " A basin of turtle ; I can't wait. A brush of the coat ; mud must bo dry by this time. Clear turtle, I think, with a bottle of the Old Veuve. Not bad news to tell? You like that Old Veuve ? " "Too well to tell bad news of her," said Mr. Fenellan in a manner to reassure his friend, as he intended. ",You wouldn't credit it for the Spring of the year, without the spotless waistcoat?" "Something of that, I suppose." And so saying, Mr. Eadnor entered the shop of his quest, to bo complimented by the shopkiepev, while the attendants climbed the ladder 14 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. to upper stages for white-waistcoat boxes, on Lis being the first bird of the season ; which it pleased him to hear ; for the smallest of our gratifications in life could give a happy tone to this brightly -constituted gentleman. CHAPTER IIT. OLD VEUVE. TiiEY were known at the house of the turtle and the attrac- tive Old Veuve : a champagne of a sobered sweetness, of a great year, a great age, counting up to the extremer maturity attained b}' wanes of stilly depths ; and their worthy comrade, despite the wanton sparkles, for the promoting of the state of reverential wonderment in rapture, which an ancient wine will lead to, well you wot. The silly girly sugary crudity has given way to womanly suavity, matronly composure, with yet the sparkles ; they ascend ; but hue and flavour tell of a soul that has come to a lodgement there. It conducts the youthful man to temples of dusky thought : philosophers partaking of it are drawn by the arms of garlanded nymphs about tlieir necks into the fathomless of inquiries. It presents us with a sphere, for the pursuit of the thing we covet most. It bubbles over mellowness ; it has, in the marriage with Time, extracted a sj^ice of individuality from the saccharine : by miracle, one would say, were it not for our knowledge of the right noble issue of Time when he and good things unite. There should be somewhere legends of him and the wine-flask. There must be meanings to that effect in the Mythology, awaiting unravelment. For the subject opens to deeper than cellars, and is a tree with vast ramifications of the roots and the spreading growth, whereon half if not all the mythic Gods, Inferior and Superioi', Infernal and Celestial, might be shown sitting in concord, performing in concert, harmoniously receiving sacrificial offerings of the black or the white ; and the black not extinguishing the fairer fellow. Tell us of a certainty that Time has embraced the wine-flask, then may it be asserted l^assuming the great year for the wine, i.e. combinations above) OLD YEUVE. 15 that a speck of the white within us who drink will conquer, to rise in main ascension over volumes of the black. It may, at a greater venture, but confidently, be said in plain speech, that the Bacchus of auspicious birth induces ever to the worship of the loftier Deities. Think as you will ; forbear to come hauling up examples of malarious men, in whom these pourings of the golden rays of life breed fogs ; and be moved, since you are scarcely under an obligation to hunt the meaning, in tolerance of some dithyrambic inebriety of narration (quiverings of the reverent pen) when we find ourselves entering the circle of a most magnetic polarity. Take it for not worse than accompanying choric flourishes, in accord with Mr. Victor Eadnor and Mr. Simeon Fenellan at their sijpping of the venerable wine. Seated in a cosy corner, near the grey City window edged with a sooty maze, they praised the wine, in the neuter and in the feminine ; that for the glass, this for the widow-branded bottle : not as poets hymning ; it was done in the City manner, briefly, part pensively, like men travelling to the utmost bourne of flying flavour (a dell in infinite aether), and still masters of themselves and at home. Such a wine, in its capturing pei'meation of us, insists on being for a time a theme. " I wonder ! " said Mr. Eadnor, completely restored, eyeing his half-emptied second glass and his boon-fellow. " Low ! " Mr. Fenellan shook head. " Half a dozen dozen left ? " " Nearer the half of that. And who's the culprit ? " " Old days ! They won't let mo have another dozen out of the house now." " They'll never hit on such another discovery in their cellar, ualess they unea^rth a fifth corner." "I don't blame them for making the price prohibitive. And sound as ever ! " Mr. Eadnor watched the deliberate constant ascent of bubbles through their rose-topaz transparency. Ho drank. That notion of the dish of turtle was an inspiration of the right : he ought always to know it for the want of replenish- ment when such a man as he went quaking. His latest experiences of himself were incredible ; but they passed, as the dimples of the stream. He finished his third glass. 16 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. The bottlo, Hko tlio cellar-wine, was at ebb : unlike the cellar-wine, it could be set flowing again. Ho prattled, in the happy ignorance of compulsion : "Fenellari, remember, I had a sorb of right to the wine — to the best I could get ; and this Old Yeuve, more than any other, is a bridal wine ! We heard of Giulia Sanfredini's marriage to come off with the Spanish Duke, and drank it to the toast of our little Nesta's godmother. I've told you. We took the girl to the Opera, when quite a little one — that high : — and I declare to you, it was marvellous ! Next morn- ing after breakfast, she plants herself in the middle of the room, and strikes her attitude for song, and positively, almost with the Sanfredini's voice — illusion of it, you know, — trills us out more than I could have believed credible to be recollected — by a child. But I've told you the story. We called her Fredi from that day. I sent the diva, with excuses and compliments, a nuptial present — necklace, Roman goldwork, locket-pendant, containing sunny curl, and below a fine pearl ; really pretty ; telling her our grounds for the liberty. She replied, accepting the responsible office; touch, ing letter — we found it so; framed in Fredi's room, under her godmother's photograph. Fredi has another heroine now, though she worships her old one still; she never abandons her old ones. You've heard the story over and over ! " Mr. Fenellan nodded ; he had a tenderness for the garrulity of Old Veuve, and for the damsel. Chatter on that subject ran pleasantly with their entertainment. Mr. Eadnor meanwhile scribbled, and despatched a strip of his Note-book, bearing a scrawl of orders, to his office. He was now fully himself, benevolent, combative, gay, alert for amusement or the probing of schemes to the quick, weighing tiie good and the bad in them with his fine touch on proportion. " City dead flat? A monotonous key; but it's about the same as fetching a breath after a run ; only, true, it lasts too long— not healthy ! Skepsey will bring me my letters. I was down in the country early this morning, looking over the house, with Taplow, my architect; and he speaks fairly well of the contractors. Yes, down at Lakelands, and saw my first lemon butterfly in a dell of sunshine, out of the wind, and had half a mind to catch it for Fredi, — and should have caught it myself, if I had ! The truth is, we three are OLD VEUVE. 17 country born and bred; we pine in London. Good for a season ; you know my old feeling. They are to learn the secret of Lakelands to-morrow. It's great fun ; they think I don't see they've had their suspicion for some time. You said — somebody said — ' the eye of a needle for what they let slip of their secrets, and the point of it for penetrating yours : ' — women. But no ; my dear souls didn't prick and bother. And they dealt with a man in armour. I carry them down to Lakelands to morrow, if the City's flat." "Keeping a secret's the lid on a boiling pot with you," Mr. Fenellan said ; and he mused on the profoundness of the flavour at his lips. " I do it." " You do : up to bursting at the breast." •' I keep it from Colney ! " " As Vesuvius keeps it from Palmieri when shaking him." "Has old Colney an idea of it?" "He has been foretelling an eruption of an edifice." The laugh between them subsided to pensiveness. Mr. Penellan's delay in the delivery of his news was eloquent to reveal the one hateful topic ; and this being seen, it waxed to such increase of size with the passing seconds, that prudence called for it. " Come ! " said Mr. Radnor. The appeal was understood. " Nothing very particular. I came into the City to look at a warehouse they want to mount double guard on. Your idea of the fireman's night-patrol and wires has done wonders for the office." " I guarantee the City if all my directions are followed." Mr. Fenellan's remark, that he had nothing very particular to tell, reduced it to the mere touch upon a vexatious matter, which one has to endure in the ears at times ; but it may be postponed. So Mr. Eadnor encouraged him to talk of an Insurance Office Investment. Where it is all bog and mist, as in the City to-day, the maxim is, not to take a step, they agreed. Whether it was attributable to an unconsumed glut of the markets, or apprehensions of a panic, had to be con- sidered. Both gentlemen were angry with the Birds on the flags of foreign nations, which would not imitate a sawdust Lion to couch reposefully. Incessantly they scream and sharpen talons. 18 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. " They crack tlio City bubbles and bladders, at all events," Mr. Fencllan said. " But if wo let our journals go on making use of them, in tbe shape of sham hawks overhead, Ave shall pa}'' for their one good day of the game with our loss of the covey. An unstable London's no Avorld's market-place." " No, no ; it's a niggardly national purse, not the journals," Mr. Eadnor said. " The journals are trading engines. Panics are grist to them ; so are wars ; but they do their duty in warning the taxpayer and rousing Parliament. Dr. Schlesien's right : we go on believing that our God Neptune will do everything for us, and won't see that Steam has paralyzed his Trident : — good ! You and Colney are hard on Schlesien — or at him, I should say. He's right : if wo Avon't learn that we have become Continentals, we shall be marched over. Laziness, cowardice, he says." "Oh, be hanged!" interrupted Fenellan. "As much of the former as you like. He's right about our ' individual- ismus ' being another name for selfishness, and showing the usual deficiency in external features; it's an individualism of all of a pattern, as when a mob cuts its lucky, each felloAv his own way. "Well, then, conscript them, and they'll be all of a better pattern. The only thing to do, and the cheajjest. By heaven ! it's the only honourable thing to do." Mr. Eadnor disapproved. " No conscription here." " Not till you've got the drop of poison in your blood, in the form of an army landed. That will teach you to catch at the drug." " No, Fenellan ! Besides they've got to land. I guarantee a trusty army and navy under a contract, at two-thirds of the present cost. We'll start a National Defence Insurance Company after the next panic." "During," said Mr. Fenellan, and there was a flutter of laughter at the unobtrusive hint for seizing Dame England in the mood. Both dropped a sigh. " But you must try and run down with us to Lakelands to-morrow," Mr. Piadnor resumed on a cheerfuller theme. " You have not yet seen all I've done there. And it's a castle with a draAvbridge : no exchangeing of visits, as we did at Craye Farm and at Creckholt ; we are there for country air ; we don't court neighbours at all — perhaps the elect ; it will depend on Nataly's wishes. We can accommodate our OLD VEUVE. 19 Concert-set, and about thirty or forty more, for as long as they like. You see, that was my intention — to be inde- pendent of neighbouring society. Madame Callet guarantees dinners or hot suppers for eighty — and Armandine is the last person to be recklessly boasting. — When was it I was thinking last of Armandine ? " He asked himself that, as he rubbed at the back of his head. Mr. Fenellan was reading his friend's character by the light of his remarks and in opposition to them, after the critical fashion of intimates who know as well as hear : but it was amiably and trippingly, on the dance of the wine in his veins. His look, however, was one that reminded ; and Mr. Eadnor cried : " Now ! whatever it is ! " " I had an interview : — I assure you," Mr. Fenellan inter- posed to pacify : " the smallest of trifles, and to be expected : I thought you ought to know it : — an interview with her lawyer ; office business, increase of Insurance on one of her City warehouses." " Speak her name, speak the woman's name ; we're talking like a pair of conspirators," exclaimed Mr. Eadnor. " He informed me that Mrs. Burman has heard of the now mansion." " My place at Lakelands ? " Mr. Radnor's clear-water eyes hardened to stony as their vision ran along the consequences of her having heard it. "Earlier this time!" he added, thrummed on the table, and thumped with knuckles. " I make my stand at Lake- lands for good ! Nothing mortal moves me ! " " That butler of hers " " Jarniman, you mean : he's her butler, yes, the scoundrel — h'm — pah ! Heaven forgive me ! she's an honest woman at least ; I wouldn't rob her of her little : fifty-nine or sixty next September, fifteenth of the month ! with the constitution of a broken drug-bottle, poor soul ! She hears everything from Jarniman : ho catches wind of everything. All fore- seen, Fenellan, foreseen. I have made my stand at Lake- lands, and there's my flag till it's hauled down over Victor Eadnor. London kills Nataly as well as Fredi — and mo : that is — I can use the words to you — I get back to primal innocence in the country. We all three have the feeling. You're a man to undei'stand. My beasts, and the wild 20 ONE OF OUR CONQUEROng. flowers, hedge-'baiiks, and stars. Fredi's poetess will tell you. Quiet waters reflecting;. I should feel it in Paris as well, though they have nightingales in their Bois. It's the rustic I want to bathe me ; and I had the feeling at school, biting at Horace. "Well, this is my Sabine Farm, rather on a larger scale, for the sake of friends. Come, and pure air, water from the springs, walks and rides in lanes, high sand- lanes ; Nataly loves them ; Fredi worships the old roots of Irees: she calls them the faces of those weedy sandy lanes. And the two dear souls on their own estate, Fenellan ! And their poultry, cows, cream. And a certain influence one has in the country socially. I make my stand on a home — not empty punctilio." Mr. Fenellan repeated, in a pause, " Punctilio," and not emphatically. " Don't bawl the word," said Mr. Radnor, at the drum of whose ears it rang and sang. "Here in the City tbe woman's harmless ; and here," he struck his breast. " But she can shoot and hit another through me. Ah, the witch ! — poor wretch ! poor soul ! Only, she's malignant. I could swear ! But Colney's right for once in something he says about oaths — 'dropping empty buckets,' or something." " ' Empty buckets to haul up impotent demons, whom we have to pay as heavily as the ready devil himself,' " Mr. Fenellan supplied the phrase. " Only, the moment old Colney moralizes, he's what the critics call sententious. We've all a parlous lot too much pulpit in us." " Come, Fenellan, I don't think ..." " Oh yes, but it's true of me too." " You reserve it for your enemies." " I'd like to distract it a bit from the biggest of 'em." He pointed finger at the region of the heart. " Here w^e have Skepsey," said Mr. Eadnor, observing the rapid approach of a lean small figure, that in about the time of a straight-aimed javelin's cast, shot from the doorway to the table. ( 21 ) CHAPTER IV. THE SECOND BOTTLE. Tins little dart of a man came to a stop at a respectful distance from his master, having the look of an arrested ■ needle in mechanism. His lean slip of face was an illumi- nation of vivacious grey from the quickest of prominent large eyes. He placed his master's letters legibly on the table, and fell to his posture of attention, alert on stiff legs, the hands like sucking-cubs at play with one another. Skepsey waited for Mr. Fenellau to notice him. "How about the Schools for Boxing?" that gentleman said. Deploring in motion the announcement ho had to make, Skepsey replied : " I have a difficulty in getting the plan treated seriously : — a person of no station : — it does not appear of national importance. Ladies are against. They decline their signatures; and ladies have great influence; because of the blood ; which we know is vei'y slight, rather healthy than not ; and it could be proved for the advantage of the frailer sex. They seem to be unaware of their own interests — ladies. The contention all around us is with ignorance. My plan is written ; I have shown it, and sig- natures of gentlemen, to many of our City notables — favour- able in most cases : gentlemen of the Stock Exchange highly. The clergy and the medical profession are quite with me." " The surgical, perhaps you mean ? " " Also, sir. The clergy strongly." •' On the grounds of — what, Skepsey ? " " Morality. I have fully explained to them : — after his work at the desk all day, the young City clerk wants refreshment. He needs it, must have it. I propose to catch him on his way to his music-halls and other places, and take him to one of our establishments. A short term of instruc- tion, and he would find a pleasure in the gloves ; it would delight him more than excesses — beer and tobacco. Tho female in her right place, certainly." Skepsey supplicated honest interpretation of his hearer, and pursued : " It would 22 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. improvo his physical strength, at the same time add to his sense of personal dignity." " "Would you teach females as well — to divert them from their frivolities ? " " That would have to he thought over, sir. It would he hetter for them than using their nails." " I don't know, Skepsey : I'm rather a Conservative there." " Yes ; with regard to the female, sir : I confess, my schemo does not include them. They dance ; that is a healthy- exercise. One has only to say, that it does not add to the national force, in case of emergency. I look to that. And I am particular in proposing an exercise independent of — I have to say — sex. Not that there is harm in sex. But we are for training. I hope my meaning is clear ? " " Quite. You would have hexing with the gloves to he a kind of monastic recreation." " Eecreation is the word, sir ; I have often admired it," said Skepsey, blinking, unsure of the signification of monastic. " I was a hit of a boxer once," Mr. Fenellan said, conscious of height and breadth in measuring the wisp of a figure before him. " Something might be done with you still, sir." Skepsey paid him the encomium after a respectful sum- mary of his gifts in a glimpse. Mr. Fenellan bowed to him. Mr. Kadnor raised head from the notes he was pencilling upon letters perused. " Skepsey's craze : regeneration of the English race by boxing — nucleus of a national army?" " To face an enemy at close quarters — it teaches that, sir. I have always been of opinion, that courage may be taught. I do not say heroism. And setting aside for a moment thoughts of an army, we create more valuable citizens. Protection to the weak in streets and by-places : — shocking examples of rufiians maltreating women, in view of a crowd." " One strong man is an overmatch for your mob," said Mi". Fenellan. Skepsey toned his assent to the diminishing thinness where a suspicion of the negative begins to wind upon a distant horn. "Knowing his own intentions; and before an ignorant THE SECOND BOTTLE. 23 mob : — strong, you say, sir ? I venture my word that a decent lad, with science, would beat him. It is a question of the study and practice of first principles." " If you were to see a rascal giant mishandling a woman ? " Skepsey conjured the scene by bending his head and peer- ing abstractedly, as if over spectacles. " I would beg him to abstain, for his own sake." Mr. Fenellan knew that the little fellow was not boasting. " My brother Dartrey had a lesson or two from you in the first principles, I think? " " Captain Dartrey is an athlete, sir : exceedingly quick and clever; a hard boxer to beat." " You will not call him captain when you see him ; he has dismissed the army." " I much regret it, sir, much, that we have lost him. Captain Dartrey Fenellan was a beautiful fencer. He gave me some instruction ; unhappily, I have to acknowledge, too late. It is a beautiful art. Captain Dartrey says, the French excel at it. But it asks for a weapon, which nature has not given : whereas the fists . . ." " So," Mr. Eadnor handed notes and papers to Skepsey : "No sign of life?" " It is not yet seen in the City, sir." " The first principles of commercial activity have retreated to earth's maziest penetralia, where no tides are ! — is it not so, Skepsey?" said Mr. Fenellan, whose initiative and exu- berance in loquency had been restrained by a slight oppres- sion, known to guests ; especially to the guest in the earlier process of his magnification and illumination by virtue of a grand old wine ; and also when the news he has to com- municate may be a stir to unpleasant heaps. The shining lips and eyes of his florid face now proclaimed speech, with his Puckish fancy jack-o'-lanterning over it. " Business hangs to swing at every City door, like a rag-shop Doll, on the gallows of overproduction. Stocks and Shares are hollow nuts not a squirrel of the lot would stop to crack for sight of the milky kernel mouldered to beard. Percentage, like a cabman without a fare, has gone to sleep insido his vehicle. Dividend may just bo seen by tiptoe stock- holders, twinkling heels over the far horizon. Too true ! — and our merchants, brokers, bankers, projectors of Com- 24 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. panies, parade our City to remind us of the poor steamed fellows trooping out of the burst-boiler-room of the big ship Leviathan, in old years ; a shade or two paler than the crowd o' the passengers, apparently alive and conversible, but corpses, all of them to lie their length in fifteen minutes." " And you, Fenellan ? " cried his host, inspired for a second bottle by the lovely nonsense of a voluble friend wound up to the mark. "Doctor of the ship! with this prescription!" Mr. Fenellan held up his glass. "Empty?" Mr. Fenellan made it completely so. " Confident ! " he affirmed. An order was tossed to the waiter, and both gentlemen screwed their lips in relish of his heavy consent to score off another bottle from the narrow list. " At the office in forty minutes," Skepsey's master nodded to him and shot him forth, calling him back : " By the way, in case a man named Jarniman should ask to see me, you turn him to the rightabout." Skepsey repeated : " Jarniman ! " and flew. "A good servant," Mr. Radnor said. "Few of us think of our country so much, whatever may be said of the specific he offers. Colncy has impressed him somehow immensely : he studies to write too ; pushes to improve himself; altogether a worthy creature." The second bottle appeared. The waiter, in sincerity a reluctant executioner, heightened his part for the edification of the admiring couple. " Take heart, Benjamin," said Mr. Fenellan ; " it's only the bottle dies ; and we are the angels above to receive the spirit." " I'm thinking of the house," Benjamin replied. He told them that again. " It's the loss of the fame of having the wine, that he mourns. But, Benjamin," said Mr. Fenellan, " the fame enters into the partakers of it, and we sjDread it, and per- petuate it for you." " That don't keep a house upright," returned Benjamin. Mr. Fenellan murmured to himself: "True enough, it's elegy, though we perform it through a trumpet; and there's not a doubt of our being down or having knocked the world down, if we're loudly praised." THE SECOND BOTTLE. 25 Benjamin waited to hear approval sounded on the lips : uncertain as a woman is a wine of ticklish age. The gentle- men nodded, and he retired. A second bottle, just as good as ihe first, should, one thoughtlessly supposes, procure us a similar reposeful and excursive enjoyment, as of men lying on their backs and flying imagination like a kite. The effect was quite other. Mr. Kadnor drank hastily and spoke with heat : " You told me all ? tell me that ! " Mr. Fenellan gathered himself together; he sipped, and relaxed his bracing. But there really was a bit more to tell: not much, was it? Not likely to puff a gale on the voluptuous indolence of a man drawn along by Nereids over sunny sea- waves to behold the birth of the Foam-Goddess? " According to Carling, her lawyer ; that is, he hints she meditates a blow." " Mrs. Burman means to strike a blow ? " " The lady." " Does he think I fear any — does he mean a blow with a weapon? Is it a legal . . .? At last? Fenellan ! " " So I fancied I understood." " But can the good woman dream of that as a blow to strike and hurt, for a punishment ? — that's her one aim." " She may have her hallucinations." " But a blow — what a word for it ! But it's life to us ! life ! It's the blow we've prayed for. Why, you know it ! Let her strike, we bless her. We've never had an ill feeling to the woman ; utterly the contrary — pity, pity, pity ! Let her do that, we're at her feet, my Nataly and I. If you knew what my poor girl suffers ! She's a saint at the stake. Chiefly on behalf of her family. Fenellan, you may have a sort of guess at my fortune : I'll own to luck ; I put in a claim to courage and calculation . . ." " You've been a bulwark to your friends." "All, Fenellan, all — stocks, shares, mines, companies, in- dustries at home and abroad — all, at a sweep, to have the woman strike that blow ! Cheerfully would I begin to build a fortune over again — singing ! Ha ! the woman has threatened it before. It's probably feline play with us." His chin took support, he frowned. *' You may have touched her." " She won't be touched, and she won't be driven. What's 26 ONE OF OUR CONQUEEORS. the secret of her? I can't guess, I never conkl. She's a riddle." " Riddles with wigs and false teeth have to be taken and shaken for the ardently sought secret to reveal itself," said Jlr. Fenellan. His picture, with the skeleton issue of any shaking, smote Mr. Radnor's eyes, they turned over. " Oh ! — her charms ! She had a desperate belief in her beauty. The woman's undoubtedly charitable ; she's not without a mind — sort of mind : well, it shows no crack till it's put to use. Heart ! yes, against me she has plenty of it. They say she used to be courted ; she talked of it : ' my courtiers, Mr. Victor ! ' There, heaven forgive me, I wouldn't mock at her to another." "It looks as if she were only inexorably human," said Mr. Fenellan, crushing a delicious gulp of the wine, that foamed along the channel to flavour. " We read of the tester of a bandit-bed"; and it flattened unwary recumbents to pancakes. An escape from the like of that seems plead- able, should be : none but the drowsy would fail to jump out and run, or the insane." Mr. Radnor was taken with the illustration of his case. " For the sake of my sanity, it was ! to preserve my . . . but any word makes nonsense of it. Could — I must ask you — could any sane man — you were abroad in those days, horrible da3-s ! and never met her : I say, could you consent to be tied — I admit the vow, ceremony, so forth — tied to — 1 was barely twentj'-one : I put it to you, Fenellan, was it in reason an engagement — which is, I take it, a mutual plight of faith, in good faith ; that is, with capacity on both sides to keep the engagement : between the man you know I was in youth and a more than middle-aged woman crazy up to the edge of the cliff — as Colney says half the world is, and she positively is when her S2:)ite is roused. No, Fenellan, I have nothing on my conscience with regard to the woman. She had wealth : I left her not one penny the worse for — but she was not one to reckon it, I own. She could be generouS) was, with her money. If she had struck this blow — I know she thought of it : or if she would strike it now, I could not only forgive her, I could beg forgiveness." A sight of that extremity fetched prickles to his forehead. " You've borne your part bravely, my friend." " I ! " Mr. Radnor shrugged at mention of his personal THE SECOND BOTTLE. 27 burdens. " Praise my Nataly if you like ! Made for one another, if ever two in this world ! You know us both, and do you doubt it ? The sin would have been for us two to meet and — but enough when I say, that I am she, she me, till death and beyond it : that's my firm faith. Nataly teaches me the religion of life, and you may learn what that is when you fall in love with a woman. Eighteen — nineteen — twenty years ! " Tears fell from him, two drops. He blinked, bugled in his throat, eyed his watch, and smiled : " The finishing glass ! We should have had to put Colney to bed. Few men stand their wine. You and I are not lamed by it ; we can drink and do business : my first experience in the City was, that the power to drink — keeping a sound head — con- duces to the doing of business." " It's a pleasant way of instructing men to submit to their conqueror." " If it doubles the energies, mind." " Not if it fiddles inside. I confess to that effect upon me. I've a waltz going on, like the snake with the tail in his mouth, eternal; and it won't allow of a thought upon Investments." "Consult me to-morrow," said Mr. Eadnor, somewhat pained for having inconsiderately misled the man he had hitherto helpfully guided. " You've looked at the warehouse ? " " That's performed." " Make a practice of getting over as much of your business in the early morning as you well can." Mr. Eadnor added hints of advice to a frail humanity : ho was indulgent, the giant spoke in good fellowship. It would have been to have strained his meaning, for pitrposes of sarcasm upon him, if one had taken him to boast of a personal exemption from our common weakness. He stopped, and laughed : " Now I'm pumping my pulpit — eh? You come with us to Lakelands. I drive the ladies down to my office, ten a.m. : if it's fine ; train half-past. We take a basket. Ijy the way, I had no letter from Dartrey last mail." " Hs has buried his wife. It happens to some men." Mr, Radnor stood gazing. He asked for the name of the place of the burial. Ho heard without seizing it. A simula- crum spectre-spark of hopefulness shot up in his imagination, 28 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. glowed and quivered, darkening at the utterance of the Dutch syllables, leaving a tinge of witless envy. Dartrey Fenellan had buried the wife whoso behaviour vexed and dishonoured him : and it was in Africa ! One would have to go to Africa to be free of the galling. But Dartrey had gone, and he was free ! — The strange faint freaks of our sensations when struck to leap and throw off their load after a long affliction, play these disorderly pranks on the brain ; and they are faint, but they come in numbers, they are recurring, always in ambush. We do not speak of them : we have not words to stamp the indefinite things ; generally we should leave them unspoken if we had the words; we know them as out of reason : they haunt us, pluck at us, fret us, nevertheless. Dartrey free, he was relieved of the murderous drama incessantly in the mind of shackled men. It seemed like one of the miracles of a divine intervention, that Dartrey should be free, suddenly free ; and free while still a youngish man. He was in himself a wonderful fellow, the pick of his country for vigour, gallantry, trustiness, high-mindedness ; his heavenly good fortune decked him as a prodigy. "No harm to the head from that fall of yours?" Mr. Fenellan said. " None." Mr. Eadnor withdrew his hand from head to hat, clapped it on and cried cheerily: "Now to business;" as men may, who have confidence in their ability to con- centrate an instant attention upon the substantial. " You dine with us. The usual Quartet : Peridon, Pempton, Col- ney, Yatt, or Catkin : Priscilla Graves and Nataly : the Eev. Septimus ; Cormyn and his wife : Young Dudley Sowerby and I — flutes : he has precision, as naughty Fredi said, when some one spoke of expression. In the course of the evening, Lady Grace, perhaps : you like her." "Human nature in the upper circle is particularly like- able." " Fenellan," said Mr. Eadnor, emboldened to judge hope- fully of his fortunes by mere pressure of the thought of Dartrey's, " I put it to you : would you say, that there is anything this time behind your friend Carling's report ? " Although it had not been phrased as a report, Mr. Fenel- lan's answering look and gesture, and a run of indiscriminate THE SECOND BOTTLE, 29 words, enrolled it in that form, greatly to the inspiriting of Mr. Kadnor. Old Veuve in one, to the soul of Old Veuve in the other, they recalled a past day or two, touched the skies; and merriment or happiness in the times behind them held a mirror to the present : or the hour of the reverse of happi- ness worked the same effect by contrast : so that notions of the singular election of us by Dame Fortune, sprang like vinous bubbles. For it is written that, however powerful you be, you shall not take the Winegod on board to enter- tain him as a simple passenger ; and you may captain your vessel, you may pilot it, and keep to your reckonings, and steer for all the ports you have a mind to, even to doing profitable exchange with Armenian and Jew, and still you shall do the something more, whicli proves that the Winegod is on board : he is the pilot of your blood if not the captain of your thoughts. Mr. Fenellan was unused to the copious outpouring of Victor Eadnor's confidences upon his domestic affairs ; and the unwonted excitement of Victor's manner of speech would have perplexed him, had there not been such a fiddling of the waltz inside him. • Payment for the turtle and the bottles of Old Veuve was performed apart with Benjamin, while Simeon Fenellan strolled out of the house, questioning a tumbled mind as to what description of suitable entertainment, which would be dancing and flirting and fal-lallery in the season of youth, London City could provide near meridian hours for a man of middle age carrying his bottle of chamjjagne, like a guest of an old-fashioned wedding-breakfast. For although he could stand his wine as well as his friend, his friend's potent capacity martially after the feast to buckle to business at a sign of the clock, was beyond him. It pointed to one of the embodied elements, hot from Nature's workshop. It told of the endurance of powers, that partly explained the successful, astonishing career of his friend among a people making urgent, if unequal, demands perpetually upon stomach and head. 30 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. CHAPTER V. THE LONDON WALK WESTWARD. In that Bationally interesting Poem, or Dramatic Satire, once famous, The Eajah in London (London, Limbo and Sons, 1889), now obliterated under the long wash of Press- matter, the reflection — not unknown to philosophical ob- servers, and natural perhaps in the mind of an Oriental Prince — produced by his observation of the march of London citizens Eastward at morn, Westward at eve, attributes their practice to a survival of the Zoroastrian form of worship. His Minister, favourable to the people or for the sake of fostering an idea in his Master's head, remarks, that they show more than the fidelity of the sunflower to her God. The Eajah, it would appear, frowns interrogatively, in the princely fashion, accusing him of obscureness of sj^eech : — l^rinces and the louder members of the grey public are fraternally instant to spurn at the wdiip of that w^hich they do not immediately comprehend. It is explained by the Minister : not even the flower, he says, would hold constant, as they, to the constantly unseen — a trebly cataphractic In\dsible. The Eajah professes curiosity to know how it is that the singular people nourish their loyalty, since they cannot attest to the continued being of the object in which they put their faith. He is informed by his prostrate servant of a settled habit they have of diligently seeking their Divinity, hidden above, below; and of copiously taking inside them doses of what is denied to their external vision : thus they fortify credence chemically on an abundance of meats and liquors ; fire they eat, and they drink fire ; they become consequently instinct with fire. Necessarily there- fore they believe in fire. Believing, they worship. Wor- shipping, they march Eastward at morn, Westward at eve. For that way lies the key, this way the cupboard, of the supplies, their fuel. According to Stage directions. The Eajah and his MiNiSTiER Enter a Gin-Palace. It is to witness a service that they have learnt to appreciate as Anglicanly religious. On the step of the return to their Indiaa clime, they THE LONDON WALK WESTWAKD. 31 speak of the hatted sect, which is most, or most commercially, succoured and fattened by our rule there : they wave adieu to the conquering Islanders, as to " Parsees beneath a cloud." The two are seen last on the deck of the vessel, in perusal of a medical pamphlet composed of statistics and sketches, traceries, horrid blots, diagrams with numbers referring to notes, of the various maladies caused by the prolonged pro- secution of that form of worship. " J5ut can they suffer so and live ? " exclaims the Eajah, vexed by the physical sympathetic twinges which set him wincing. " Science," his Minister answers, " took them up where Nature, in pity of their martyrdom, dropped them. They do not live ; they are engines, insensible things of repairs and patches ; insteamed to pursue their infuriate course, to the one end of exhausting supplies for the renewing of tuem, on peril of an instant susi^ension if they deviate a step or stop : nor do they." The Eajah is of opinion, that he sails home with the key of the riddle of their power to vanquish. In some apparent allusion to an Indian story of a married couple who success- fully made their way, he accounts for their solid and resistless advance, resembling that of — The douhly -wedded man and wife, Pledged to each other and against the world With mutual onion. One would like to think of the lengthened tide-flux of pedestrian citizens facing South-westward, as being drawn by devout attraction to our nourishing luminary : at the hour, mark, when the Norland cloud-king, after a day of wild invasion, sits him on his restful bank of blucish smack- o'-cheek red above Whitechapel, to spy where his last puff of icy javelins pierces and dismembers the vapoury masses in cluster about the circle of flame descending upon the greatest and most elevated of Admirals at tho head of the Strand, with illumination of smoke-plumed chimneys, house-roofs, window-panes, weather-vanes, monument and pedimcntal monsters, and omnibus-umbrella. One would fain believe that they advance admiring ; they are assuredly made hand- some by the beams. No longer mere concurrent atoms of tho furnace of business (from coal-dust to sparks, rushing, as it 3*2 ONE OF OUR CONQUEROng. were, on respiratory blasts of an enormous engine's centripetal and centrifugal energy), their step is leisurely to meet the rosy Dinner, which is ever at see-saw with the God of Light in his fall ; the mask of the noble human visage upon them is not roughened, as at midday, by those knotted hard ridges of the scrambler's hand seen from forehead down to jaw; when indeed they have all the appearance of sour scientific productions. And unhappily for the national portrait, in the Poem quoted, the Eajah's Minister chose an hour between morning and meridian, or at least before an astonished luncheon had come to composure inside their persons, for drawing his Master's attention to the quaint similarity of feature in the units of the busy antish congregates they had travelled so far to visit and to study : These Britons ivear The driven and perplexed look of men Begotten hastily 'tvoixt business hours. ] It could not have been late afternoon. These Orientals should have seen them, with Victor Eadnor among them, fronting the smoky splendours of the sunset. In April, the month of piled and hurried cloud, itj is a Eape of the Sabines overhead from all quarters, either one of the winds brawnily larcenous ; and London, smoking royally to the open skies, builds images of a dusty epic fray for possession of the portly dames. There is immensity, swing- ing motion, collision, dusky richness of colouring, to the sight; and to the mind idea. London presents it. If we can allow ourselves a moment for not inquiring scrupulously (you will do it by inhaling the aroma of the ripe kitchen hour), here is a noble harmony of heaven and the earth of the works of man, speaking a grander tongue than barren sea or wood or wilderness. Just a moment; it goes; as, when a well-attuned barrel-organ in a street has drawn us to recollections of the Opera or Italy, another harshly crashes, and the postman knocks at doors, and perchance a coster- monger cries his mash of fruit, a beggarwoman wails her hymn. For the pinched are here, the dinnerless, the weedy, the gutter-growths, the foroes repressing them. That grand tongue of the giant City inspires none human to Bardic eulogy while we let those discords be. An embittered Muse of Eeason prompts her victims to the composition of the THE LONDON WALK WESTWARD. 33 adulatory Essay and of the Leading Article, that she may satiate an angry irony upon those who pay fee for their filling with the stuff. Song of praise she does not permit. A moment of satisfaction in a striking picture is accorded, and no more. For this London, this England, Europe, world, but especially this London, is rather a thiug for hospital operations than for poetic rhapsody; in aspect, too, streaked scarlet and pock-pitted under the most cumbrous of jewelled tiaras ; a Titanic work of long-tolerated pygmies ; of whom the leaders, until sorely discomforted in body and doubtful in soul, will give gold and labour, will impose restrictions upon activity, to maintain a conservatism of diseases. Mind is absent, or somewhere so low down beneath material accumulations that it is inexpressive, powerless to drive the ponderous bulk to such excisings, purgeings, purifyings as might — as may, we will suppose, render it acceptable, for a theme of panegyric, to the Muse of Eeason ; ultimately, with her consent, to the Spirit of Song. But first there must be the cleansing. When Night has fallen upon London, the Eajah remarks : Monogamic Societies present A decent visage and a hideous rear. His Minister (satirically, or in sympathetic Conservatism) would have them not to move on, that they may preserve among beholders the impression of their handsome frontage. Night, however, will come; and they, adoring the decent face, are moved on, made to expose what the Eajah sees. Behind his courteousness, he is an antagonistic observer of his conquerors; ho pushes his questions farther than the need for them ; his Minister the same ; apparently to retain the discountenanced people in their state of exposure. Up to the time of the explanation of the puzzle on board the departing vessel (on the road to Windsor, at the Premier's reception, in the cell of the Police, in the presence of tho Magistrate — whoso crack of a totally inverse decision upon their case, when he becomes acquainted with tho titles and station of these imputedly peccant, refreshes them), tliey hold debates over the mysterious contrarieties of a people professing in one street what they confound in the next, and practising by day a demureness that yells with tho cat of the tiles at niHit. 84 0>JE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Grantiug all that, it being a transient novelist's business to please the liglit-wingcd hosts which live for the hour, and give him his only chance of half of it, let him identify him- self with them, in keeping to the quadrille on the surface and shirking the disagreeable. Cloiids of high colour above London City are as the light of the Goddess to lift the angry heroic head over human. They gloriously transfigure, A Murillo beggar is not more precious than sight of London in any of the streets admitting coloured cloud-scenes ; the cunning of the sun's hand so speaks to lis. And if haply down an alley some olive mechanic of street-organs has quickened little children's legs to rhythmic footing, they strike on thoughts braver than pastoral. Victor Radnor, lover of the country though he was, would have been the first to say it. He would indeed have said it too emphatically. Open London as a theme, to a citizen of London ardent for the clear air out of it, you have roused an orator ; you have certainly fired a magazine, and must listen to his reminiscences of one of its paragraphs or pages. The figures of the hurtled fair ones in sky were wreathing Nelson's cocked hat when Victor, distinguishably bright- faced amid a crowd of the irradiated, emerged from the tide- way to cross the square, having thoughts upon Art, w^hich were due rather to the suggestive proximity of the National Gallery than to the Flemish mouldings of cloud-forms under Venetian brushes. His purchases of pictures had been his iinhappiest ventures. He had relied and reposed on the dicta of newspaper critics; who are sometimes unanimous, and (are then taken for guides, and are fatal. He was led to the conclusion that our modern-lauded pictures do not ripen. They have a chance of it, if abused. But who thinks of buying the abused? Exalted by the critic?, they have, during the days of Exhibition, a glow, a significance or a fun, abandoning them where examination is close and con- stant, and the critic's trumpet-note dispersed to the thinness of the fee for his blowing. As to foreign pictures, classic pictures, Victor had known his purse to leap for a Raphael with a history in stages of descent from the Master, and critics to swarm: a Raphael of the dealers, exposed to be condemned by the critics, universally derided. A real Raphael in your house is aristocracy to the roof-tree. But THE LONDON WALK WESTWARD. 85 the wealtliy trader will reacli to title before he may hope to get the real Eaphael or a Titian. Yet he is the one who would, it may be, after enjoyment of his prize, bequeath it to the nation : — Presented to the 'Nation by Victor Mont- gomery Eadnor. There stood the letters in gilt ; and he had a thrill of his generosity ; for few were the generous acts he could not perform ; and if an object haunted the deed, it came of his trader's habit of mind. He revelled in benevolent projects of gifts to the nation, which would coat a sensitive name. Say, an ornamental City Square, flowers, fountains, afternoon bands of music : comfortable seats in it, and a shelter, and a ready supply of good cheap coffee or tea. Tobacco? why not rolls of honest tobacco ! nothing so much soothes the labourer. A volume of plans for the benefit of London smoked out of each ascend- ing pile in his brain. London is at night a moaning outcast roimd the policeman's legs. What of an all-night-long, cosy, brightly-lighted, odoriferous coffee-saloon for rich or poor, on the model of the hospitable Paduan? Owner of a penny, no soul among us shall be rightly an outcast. . . . Dreams of this kind are taken at times by wealthy people as a cordial at the bar of benevolent intentions. But Victor was not the man to steal his refreshments in that known style. He meant to make deeds of them, as far as he could, considering their immense extension ; and except for the sensitive social name, he was of single-minded purpose. Turning to the steps of a chemist's shop to get a prescrip- tion made up for his Nataly's doctoring of her domestics, ho was arrested by a rap on his elbow ; and no one was near ; and there could not be a doubt of the blow — a sharp hard stroke, sparing the funny-bone, but ringing. His head, at the punctilio bump, throbbed responsively : owing to which or indifference to the prescription, as of no instant require- ment, he pursued his course, resembling mentally the wanderer along a misty beach, who hears cannon across the waters. Ho certainly had felt it. He remembered the shock : he could not remember much of pain. How about intimations? His asking caused a smile. Very soon the riddle answered itself. He had come into view of the diminutive marble cavalier of the infantile cerebellum ; recollecting a couplet from the pen of the dis- 36 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. respectful Satirist Peter, lie thought of a fall : his head and his elbow responded simultaneously to the thought. All was explained save his consequent rightabout from the chemist's shop : and that belongs to the minor involutions of circumstances and the will. It passed like a river's wrinkle. He read tlie placards of the Opera, reminding himself of the day when it was the single Opera-house ; and now we have two — or three. We have also a distracting couple of Clowns and Pantaloons in our Pantomimes : though Colney Bays that the multiplication of the pantaloon is a distinct advance to representative truth — and bother Colney ! Two Columbines also. We forbear to speak of men, but where is the boy who can set his young heart upon two Columbines at once ! Victor felt the boy within him cold to both : and in his youth he had doated on the solitary twirling spangled lovely Fairy. The tale of a delicate lady dancer leaping as the kernel out of a nut from the arms of Harlequin to the legalized embrace of a wealthy brewer, and thenceforth living, by repute, with nnagitated legs, as holy a matron, despite her starry past, as any to be shown in a country breeding the like abundantly, had always delighted him. It seemed a reconcilement of opposing stations, a defeat of Puritanism. Ay, and poor women ! — women in the worser plight under the Puritan's eye. They may be erring and good : yes, finding the man to lift them the one step up ! Eead the history of the error. But presentl}^ we shall teach the Puritan to act by the standards of his religion. All is coming right — must come right. Colney shall be confounded. Hereupon Victor hopped on to Fenellan's hint regarding the designs of " Mrs. Burman." His Nataly might have to go through a short sharp term of scorching — Godiva to the gossips. She would come out of it glorified. She would be recon- ciled with her family. With her story of her devotion to the man loving her, the world would know her for the heroine she was : a born lady, in appearance and manner an empress among women. It was a story to be pleaded in any court, before the sternest piiblic. Mrs. Burman had thrown her into temptation's way. It was a story to touch the heart, as none other ever written. Not over all the earth was there a woman equalling his Nataly ! THE LONDON WALK WESTWARD. 37 And tlieir Nesta would have a dowiy to make princesses envious: — she would inherit . . . he ran up an arithmetical column, down to a line of figures in addition, during three paces of his feet. Dartrey Fcnellan had said of little Nesta once, that she had a nature piire and sparkling as mid-sea foam. Happy he who wins her ! But she was one of the young women who are easily pleased and hardly enthralled. Her father strained his mind for the shape of the man fo accomplish the feat. Whether she had an ideal of a youth. in her feminine head, was bej'ond his guessing. She was not the damsel to weave a fairy waistcoat for the identical prince, and try it upon all comers to discover him : as is done by some ; excusably, if we would be just. Nesta was of the elect, for whom excuses have not to be made. She would probably like a flute-player best; because her father played the flute, and she loved him — laughably a little maiden's reason ! Her father laughed at her. Along the street of Clubs, where a bruised fancy may see black balls raining, the narrow way between ducal mansions offers prospect of the sweep of greensward, all but touching up to the sunset to draw it to the dance. Formerly, in his very early youth, he clasped a dream of gaining way to an alliance with one of these great surround- ing houses ; and ho had a passion for the acquisition of money as a means. And it has to be confessed, he had sacrificed in youtli, a slice of his youth, to gain it without labour — usually a costly purchase. It had ended disastrously : or say, a running of the engine off the rails, and a speedy re-establish- ment of traffic. Could it be a loss, that had led to the winning of his Nataly ? Can we really loathe the first of the steps when the one in due sequence, cousin to it, is a blessed- ness ? If we have been righted to health by a medical draught, we are bound to be respectful to our drug. And so we are, in spite of Nature's wry face and shiver at a mention of what we went through during those days, those horrible days : — hide them ! The smothering of them from sight set them sounding : he had to listen. Colney Durance accused him of entering into bonds with somebody's grandmother for the simple sake of browsing on her thousands : a picture of himself too abhorrent to Victor to permit of any sort of acceptance. Consequently he struck away to the other extreme of tljoso 83 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. wlio liave a choico in mixed motives : ho protested that compassion had been the cause of it. Looking at the circum- stance now, he could see, allowing for human frailty — perhaps a wish to join the ranks of the wealthy — compassion for the woman as the principal motive. How often had she not in those old days praised his generosity for allying his golden youth to her withered age — Mrs. Burman's very words ! And she was a generous woman — or had been: she was generous in saying that. Well, and she was generous in having a well-born well-bred beautiful young creature like Nataly for her companion, when it was a case of need for the dear girl ; and compassionately insisting, against remonstrances : — they were spoken by him, though they were but partial. How, then, had she become — at least, how was it that she could continue to behave as the vindictive Fury who persecuted remorselessly, would give no peace, poisoned the wells round every place where he and his dear one pitched their tent ! But at last she had come to charity, as he could well believe. Not too late ! Victor's feeling of gratitude to Mrs. Burman assured him it was genuine because of his genuine conviction, that she had determined to end her incom- prehensibly lengthened days in reconcilement with him : and he had always been ready to ' forget and forgive.' A truly beautiful old phrase ! It thrilled one of the most susceptible of men. His well-kept secret of the spacious country-house danced him behind a sober demeanour from one park to another; and along beside the drive to view of his town-house — unbe- loved of the inhabitants, although by acknowledgment it had, as Fredi funnily drawled, to express her sense of justice in depreciation, ' good accommodation.' Nataly was at home, he was sure. Time to be dressing : sun sets at six- forty, he said, and glanced at the stained West, with an accompanying vision of outspread primroses flooding banks of shadowy fields near Lakelands. He crossed the road and rang. Upon the opening of the door, there was a cascade of muslin downstairs. His darling Fredi stood out of it, a dramatic Undine, ( 39 ) CHAPTER VI. NATALY. "Il segreto! " the girl cried coramandingly, with a forefinger at his breast. He crossed arms, toning in similar recitative, with anguish, " Dove volare ! " They joined in half a dozen bars of operatic duet. She flew to him, embraced and kissed. " I must have it, my papa ! unlock. I've been spying the bird on its hedgerow nest so long ! And this morning, my own dear cunning papa, weren't you as bare as winter twigs? ' To-morrow perhaps we will have a day in the country.' To go and see the nest ? Only, please, not a big one. A real nest ; where mama and I can wear dairymaid's hat and apron all day — the style you like ; and strike roots. We've been torn away two or three times : twice, I know." "Fixed, this time; nothing shall tear us i^p," said her father, moving on to the stairs, with an arm about her. "So, it is? . . ." " She's amazed at her cleverness ! " " A nest for three ? " " We must have a friend or two," " And pretty country ? " " Trust her papa for that." " Nice for walking and running over fields ? No rich people ? " " How escape that rabble in England ! as Colney says. It's a place for being quite independent of neighbours, free as air." "Oh! bravo!" " And Fredi will have her horse, and mama her pony- carriage; and Fredi can have a swim every Summer morning." " A swim ? " Her note was dubious. " A river ? " " A good long stretch — fairish, fairish. Bit of a lake ; bathing-shed ; the Naiad's bower : pretty water to see." " Ah. And has the house a name ? " " Lakelands. I like the name." " Papa gave it tlie name ! " 40 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. " There's nothing he can conceal from his girh Only now and then a little surprise." " And his girl is off her head with astonishment. Bitt tell me, who has been sharing the secret with you ? " " Fredi strikes home ! And it is true, you dear ; 1 must have a confidant : Simeon Fenellan." "Not Mr. Durance?" He shook out a positive negative. " I leave Colney to his guesses. He'd have been prophesying fire to the works before the completion." " Then it is not a dear old house, like Craye and Cieck- holt?" " Wait and see to-morrow." He spoke of the customary guests for Concert practice ; Ihe music, instrumental and vocal ; quartet, duet, solo ; and advising the girl to be quick, as she had but twenty-five minutes, he went humming and trilling into his dressing- room. Nesta signalled at her mother's door for permission to enter. She slipped in, saw that the maid was absent, and said : " Yes, mama ; and prepare, I feared it ; I was sure." Her mother breathed a little moan : " Not a cottage ? " " He has not mentioned it to Mr. Durance." "Why not?" " Mr. Fenellan has been his confidant." "My darling, we did wrong to let it go on, without speak- ing. You don't know for certain yet?" " It's a large estate, mama, and a big new house." Nataly's bosom sank. " Ah me ! here's misery ! I ought to have known. And too late now it has gone so far ! But I never imagined he would be building." She caught herself languishing at her toilette-glass, as if her beauty were at stake ; and shut her ej-elids angril}'. To be looking in that manner, for a mere suspicion, was too foolish. But Nesta's divinations were target-arrows ; they flew to the mark. Could it have been expected that Victor would ever do anything on a small scale? the dear little lost lost cottage ! She thought of it with a strain of the arms of womanhood's longing in the unblessed wife fcr a babe. For the secluded modest cottage would not rack her with the old anxieties, beset her with susjDicions. . . . " My child, you won't possibly have time bef'jre the NATALY. 41 dinner-houi," ste said to Nesta, di'smitsing lior and taking her kiss of comfort with a short and straining look out of the depths. Those hitter doiihts of the sentiments of neighbours are an. incipient dislike, when one's own feelings to the neigh- bours are kind, could be afiectionate. We are distracted, perverted, made strangers to ourselves by a false position. She heard his voice on a carol. Men do not feel this doubtful position as women must. They have not the same to endure ; the world gives them land to tread, where women are on breaking seas. Her Nesta knew no more than the pain of being torn from a home she loved. But now the girl was older, and if once she had her imagination awakened, her fearful directness would touch the spot, question, bring on the scene to-come, necessarily to-come, dreaded much more than death by her mother. But if it might be post- poned till the girl was nearer to an age of grave understand- ing, with some knowledge of our world, some comprehension of a case that could be pleaded ! — He sang : he never acknowledged a troublo, he dispersed it ; and in her present wrestle with the scheme of a large country estate involving new intimacies, anxieties, the court- ship of rival magnates, followed by the wretched old cloud, and the imposition upon them to bear it in silence though they knew they could plead a case, at least before charitable and discerning creatures or before heaven, the despondent lady could have asked whether he was perfectly sane. Who half so brilliantly ! — Depreciation of him, fetched up at a stroke the glittering armies of her enthusiasm. — He had proved it ; he proved it daily in conflicts and in victories that dwarfed emotional troubles like hers : yet they were some- thing to bear, hard to bear, at times unbearable. But those were times of weakness. Let anything be doubted rather than the good guidance of the man who was her breath of life ! Whither he led, let her go, not only submissively, exultingly. Thus she thought, under pressure of the knowledge that, unless rushing into conflicts bigger than conceivable, she had to do it, and should therefore think it. This was the prudent woman's clear deduction from the state wherein she found herself, created by the one first great otep of the mad woman, Her surrender then might bo 42 0^•E OF OUR CONQUERORS. likened to the detacliinont of a flower on the river's bank by swell of flood : she had no longer root of her own ; away she sailed, through beautiful scenery, "with occasionally a crash- ing fall, a turmoil, emergence from a vortex, and once more the sunny whirling surface. Strange to think, she had not since then power to grasp in her abstract mind a notion of stedfastness without or within. But, say not the mad, say the enamoured woman. Love is a madness, having heaven's wisdom in it — a spark. But even when it is driving us on the breakers, call it love : and be not unworthy of it, hold to it. She and Victor had drunk of a cup. The philtre was in her veins, whatever the direc- tions of the rational mind. Exulting or regretting, she had to do it, as one in the car with a racing charioteer. Or up beside a more than Titani- cally audacious balloonist. For the charioteer is bent on a goal ; and Victor's course -o as an ascension from heights to heights. He had ideas, he mastered Fortune. He con- quered Xataly and held her subject, in being above his ambition ; which was now but an occupation for his powers, while the aim of his life was at the giving and taking of simple enjoyment. In spite of his fits of unreasonableness in the means — and the woman loving him could trace them to a breadth of nature — his gentle good friendly innocent aim in life was of this very simplest ; so wonderful, by con- trast with his powers, that she, assured of it as she was by experience of him, was touched, in a transfusion of her feel- ings through lucent globes of admiration and of tenderness, to reverence. There had been occasions when her wish for the whole world to have proof and exhibition of his great- ness, goodness, and simplicity amid his gifts, prompted her incitement of him to stand forth eminently (' lead a king- dom,' was the phrase behind the curtain within her shy bosom) ; and it revealed her to herself, upon reflection, as being still the Xataly who drank the cup with him, to join her fate with his. And why not ? Was that regretted ? Far from it. In her maturity, the woman was unable to send forth any dwelling thought or' more than a flight of twilight fancy, that cancelled the deed of her youth, and therewith seemed to expunge near upon the half of her term of years. If it came to consideration of her family and the family's opinion NATALY. 43 of hor conduct, lier judgement did not side with them or with herself, it whirled, swam to a giddiness and subsided. Of course, if she and Victor were to inhabit a large country-house, they might as well have remained at Craye Farm or at Creckholt ; both places dear to them in turn. Such was the plain sense of the surface question. And how strange it was to her, that he, of the most quivering sensi- tiveness on her behalf, could not see, that he threw her into situations where hard words of men and women threatened about her head; where one or two might on a day, some day, be heard ; and where, in the recollection of two years back, the word 'Impostor' had smacked her on both cheeks frcm her own mouth. Now once more they were to run the same roxind of alarms, undergo the love of the place, with perpetual appre- hensions of having to leave it : alarms, throbbing suspicions, like those of old travellers through the haunted forest, where whispers have intensity of meaning, and unseeing we are seen, and unaware awaited. Nataly shook the rolls of her thick brown hair from her forehead ; she took strength from a handsome look of reso- lution in the glass. She could always honestly say, that her courage would not fail him. Victor tapped at the door; he stepped into the room, wearing his evening white flower over a more open white waistcoat ; and she was composed and uninquiring. Their Nesta was heard on the descent of the stairs, with a rattle of Donizetti's U segreto to the skylights. He performed his never-omitted lover's homage. Nataly enfolded him in a homely smile. " A country- house ? We go and see it to-morrow ? " " And you've been pining for a country home, my dear soul." " After the summer six weeks, the house in London does not seem a home to return to." " And next day, Nataly draws five thousand pounds for the first sketch of the furniture." " There is the. Creckholt . . ." she had a difficulty in saying. " Part of it may do. Lakelands requires — but you will see to-morrow." After a close shutting of hor eyes, she rejoined : " It is not a cottage ? " 44 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. " Well, dear, no : wlion the Slave of the Lamp takes to building, he does not run up cottages. And we did it without magic, all in a year ; which is quite as good as a magical trick in a night." He drew her close to him. " "When was it my dear girl guessed me at work ? " " It was the other dear girl. Nesta is the guesser." " You were two best of souls to keep from bothering me ; and I might have had to fib ; and we neither of us like that." He noticed a sidling of her look. " More than the circum- stances oblige : — to be frank. But now we can speak of them. Wait — and the change comes ; and opportunely, I have found. It's true we have waited long ; my darling has had her worries. However, it's here at last. Prepare your- self. I speak positively. You have to brace up for one sharp twitch — the woman's portion ! as Natata says — and it's over." He looked into her eyes for comprehension ; and not finding inquiry, resumed : " Just in time for the entry into Lakelands. With the pronouncement of the decree, we pre- sent the licence ... at an altar we've stood before, in spirit . . . one of the ladies of your family to support you : — why not ? Not even then ? " " No, Victor ; they have cast me off." " Count on my cousins, the Duvidney ladies. Then we can say, that those two good old spinsters are less narrow than the Dreightons. I have to confess I rather think I was to blame for leaving Creckholt. Only, if I see my girl wounded, I hate the place that did the mischief. You and Fredi will clap hands for the country about Lakelands." " Have you heard from her ... of her ... is it any- thing, Victor ? " Nataly asked him shyly ; with not much of hope, but some readiness to be inflated. The prospect of an entry into the big new house, among a new society, begirt by the old nightmares and fretting devils, drew her into staring daylight or furnace-light. He answered: "Mrs. Burman has definitively decided. In pity of us ? — to be free herself? — who can say ! She's a woman with a conscience — of a kind : slow, but it brings her to the point at last. You know her, know her well. Fenellan has it from her lawyer — her lawyer! a Mr. Car- ling ; a thoroughly trustworthy man." " Fenellan, as a reporter ? " " Thoroughly to be trusted on serious matters. I under- NATALY. 45 staiid that Mrs. Burman : — her health is awful : yes, j-es ; poor woman ! poor woman ! we feel for her : — she has come to perceive her duty to those she leaves behind. Consider : she has used the rod. She must be tired out — if human. And she is. One remembers traits." Victor sketched one or two of the traits allusively to the hearer acquainted with them. They received strong colour- ing from midday's Old Veuve in his blood. His voice and words had a swing of conviction : they imparted vinousness to a heart athirst. The histrionic self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another, who is again, though not ignorant of his cha- racter, tempted to swallow the nostrums which have made so gallant a man of bim : his imperceptible sensible playing of the part, on a substratum of sincereness, induces fasci- natingly to the like performance on our side, that we may be armed as he is for enjoying the coveted reality through the partial simulation of possessing it. And this is not a task to us when we have looked our actor in the face, and seen him bear the look, knowing that he is not intentionally untruthful ; and when we incline to be captivated by his rare theatrical air of confidence; when it seems as an out- side thought striking us, that he may not be altogether deceived in the present instance ; when suddenly an expec- tation of the thing desired is born and swims in a credible featureless vagueness on a misty scene : and when we are being kissed and the blood is warmed. In fine, here as everywhere along our history, when the sensations are spirited up to'^drown the mind, we become drift -matter of tides, metal to magnets. And if we are women, who com- monly allow the lead to men, getting it for themselves only by snaky cunning or desperate adventure, credulity — the continued trust in the man — is the alternative of despair. " But, Victor, I ]nust ask," Nataly said : " you laavc it through Simeon Fenellan ; you have not yourself received the letter from her lawyer ? " " My knowledge of what she would do near the grave :— poor soul, yes I I shall soon bo hearing." " You do not propose to enter this place until — until it is over ? " " We enter this place, my love, without any sort of cere- mony. We live there independently, and we can: we havo 40 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. quarters thero for our friends. Our one neighbour is Lon- don — there ! And at Lakelands we are able to entertain London and wife; — our friends, in short; with some, what we have to call, satellites. You inspect the house and grounds to-morrow — sure to be fair. Put aside all but the pleasant recollections of Craye and Creckholt. We start on a different footing. ( Eeally nothing can be simpler. Keeping your town-house, you are now and then in residence at Lakelands, where you entertain your set, teach them to feel the charm of country life ; we have everything about us ; could have had our own milk and cream up to London the last two months. Was it very naughty ? — I should have exploded my surprise ! You will see, you will_ see to- morrow." Nataly nodded, as required. "Good news from the mines ? " she said. He answered : " Dartrey is — yes, poor fellow ! — Dartrey is confident, from the yield of stones, that the value of our claim counts in a number of millions. The same with the gold. But gold-mines are lodgeings, not homes." "Oh, Victor! if money! . . . But why did you say ' poor fellow ' of Dartrey Fenellan ? " " You know how he's . . ." " Yes, yes," she said hastily. " But has that woman been causing fresh anxiety ? " " And Natata's chief hero on earth is not to be named a poor fellow," said he, after a negative of the head on a subject they neither of them liked to touch. Then he remembered that Dartrey Fenellan was actually a lucky fellow ; and he would have mentioned the circum- stance confided to him by Simeon, but for a downright dread of renewing his painful fit of envy. He had also another, more distant, very faint idea, that it had better not be mentioned just yet, for a reason entirely undefined. He consulted his watch. The maid had come in for the robeing of her mistress. Nataly's mind had turned to the little country cottage which would have given her such great happiness. She raised her eyes to him ; she could not check their filling ; they were like a river carrying moonlight on the smooth roll of a fall. He loved the eyes, disliked the water in them. With an impatient, " There, there I " and a smart affectionate look, THE MAN OF THE WORLD. 47 he retired, thinking in our old satirical vein of the hope- less endeavour to satisfy a woman's mind without the intru- sion of hard material statements, facts. Even the best of women, even the most beautiful, and in their moments of supremest beauty, have this gross ravenousness for facts. You must not expect to appease them unless you administer solids. It would almost appear that man is exclusively imaginative and poetical; and that his mate, the fair, the graceful, the bewitching, with the sweetest and purest of natures, cannot help being something of a groveller. Nataly had likewise her thoughts. CHAPTER Vir. BETWEEN A GENERAL MAN OF THE WORLD AND A PROFESSIONAL. Eather earlier in the afternoon of that day, Simeon Fenellai:, thinking of the many things which are nothing, and so melancholy for lack of amusements properly to follow Old Veuve, that he could ask himself whether he had not done a deed of night, to be blinking at his fellow-men like an owl all mad for the reveller's hoots and flights and mice and moony roundels behind his hypocritical judex air of moping composure, chanced on Mr. Carling, the solicitor, where Lincoln's Inn pumps lawyers into Fleet Street through the drain-pipe of Chancery Lane. He was in the state of tlie wine when a shake will rouse the sluggish spai'kles to foam. Sight of Mrs. Burman's legal adviser had instantly this effect upon him : his bubbling friendliness for Victor Radnor, and the desire of the voice in his bosom for ears to hear, combined like the rush of two waves together, upon which he may bo figured as the boat : he caught at Mr. Carling's hand more heartily than their acquaintanceship quite sanc- tioned ; but his grasp and his look of overflowing were immediately privileged ; Mr. Carling, enjoying this anecdotal gentleman's conversation as he did, liked the warmth, and Avas flabtered during the squeeze with a prospect of his wife and friends jDartaking of the fun from time to time. " I was telling my wife yesterday your story of the lady- 48 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. contrabandist : I don't think she has done laughing since," Mr. Carling said. Fenellan fluted: "Ah?" He had scent, in the eulogy of a story grown flat as Election hats, of a good sort of man in the way of men, a step or two behind the man of the world. He expressed profound regret at not having heard the silvery ring of the lady's laughter. Carling genially conceived a real gratification to be conferred on his wife. " Perhaps you will some day honour us?" " You spread gold-leaf over the days to come, sir." " Now, if I might name the day ? " *' You lump the gold and make it current coin ; — says the blushing bride, who ought not to have delivered herself so boldly, but she had forgotten her bashful part and spoilt the scene, though, luckily for the damsel, her swain was a lover of nature, and finding her at full charge, he named the v^ery next day of the year, and held her to it, like the compli- mentary tyrant he was." " To-morrow, then ! " said Carling intrepidly, on a dash of enthusiasm, through a haggard thought of his wife and the cook and the netting of friends at short notice. He urged his eagerness to ask whether he might indeed have the satisfaction of naming to-morrow. " With happiness," Fenellan responded. Mis. Carling was therefore in for it. " To-morrow, half-past seven : as for company to meet you, we will do what we can. You go Westward ? " " To bed with the sun," said the reveller. " Perhaps by Covent Garden ? I must give orders there." " Orders given in Covent Garden, paint a picture for bachelors of the domestic Paradise an angel must help them to enter ! Ah, dear me ! Is there anything on earth to compare with the pride of a virtuous life ? " " I was married at foi;r and twenty," said Carling, as one taking up the expository second verse of a poem ; plain facts, but weighty and necessary : " my wife was in her twentieth year : we have five children ; two sons, three daughters, one married, with a baby. So we are gra'ndfather and mother, and have never regretted the first step, I may say for both of us." " Think of it ! Good luck and sagacity joined hands THE MAN OF THE WORLD, 49 overliead on tho day 3-011 proposed to the lady : and I'd say, that all the credit is with hoi", but that it would seem to be at the expense of her sex." " She would be the last to wish it, I assure you." " True of all good women ! You encourage me, touching a matter of deep interest, not unknown to you. The lady's warm heart will be with us. Probably she sees Mrs. Bur man ? " "Mrs. Barman Eadnor receives no one." A comic severity in the tone of the correction was deferen- tially accepted by Fenellan. " Pardon. She flies her flag, with her captain wanting ; and she has, queerly, tho right. So, then, the worthy damo who receives no one, might be treated, it struck us, con- versationally, as a respectable harbour-hulk, with more history than top-honours. But she has tho indubitable legal right to fly them — to proclaim it ; for it means little else." " You would have her, if I follow you, divest herself of the name ? " " Pin mo to no significations, if you please, shrewdest of tho legal sort ! I have wit enough to escape you there. She is no doubt an estimable person." "Well, she is; she is in her way a very good woman." " Ah. You see, Mr. Carling, I cannot bring myself to rank her beside another lady, who has already claimed the title of me ; and you will forgive me if I say, that your word ' good ' has a look of being stuck upon the features we know of her, like a coquette's naughty patch ; or it's a jewel of an eye in an ebony idol : though Pve heard tell she performs her charities." " I believe she gives away three parts of her income : and that is large." "Leaving the good lady a fine fat fourth." " Compare her with other wealthy people." j " And does she outshine the majority still with her personal attractions ? " Carling was instigated by the praise he had bestowed on his wife to separate himself from a female pretender so ludicrous ; he sought Fenellan's nearest car, emitting the sound of 'hum.' " In other respects, unimpeachable ! " "Oh! quite!" E 50 ONE OF OUR CONQUEROES. " There was a fishfag of classic Billingsgate, who had broken her husband's nose with a sledgehammer fist, and swore before the magistrate, that the man hadn't a crease to complain of in her character. We are condemned, Mr. Carling, sometimes to suffer in the flesh for the assurance we receive of the inviolability of those moral fortifications." " Character, yes, valuable — I do wish you had named to-night for doing me the honour of dining with me ! " said the lawyer impulsively, in a rapture of the appetite for anecdotes. " I have a ripe Pichon Longueville, '65." "A fine wine. Seductive to hear of. I dine with my friendVictor Eadnor. And he knows wine. — There are good women in the world, Mr. Carling, whose characters . . ." " Of course, of course there are ; and I could name you Bome. We lawyers ! . . ." " You encounter all sorts." " Between ourselves," Carling sank his tones to the in- discriminate, where it mingled with the roar of London. " You do ? " Fenellan hazarded a guess at having heard enlightened liberal opinions regarding the sox. " Eight ! " "Many!" " I back you, Mr. Carling." The lawyer pushed to yet more confidential communica- tion, up to the verge of the clearly audible : he spoke of examples, experiences. Fenellan backed him further. "Acting on behalf of clients, you understand, Mr. Fenellan." " Professional, but charitable ; I am with you." " Poor things I we — if we have to condemn — we owe them something." " A kind word for poor Polly Venus, with all the world against her ! She doesn't hear it often." " A real service," Carling's voice deepened to the legal ' without prejudice,'^" I am bound to say it — a service to Society." " Ah, poor wench ! And the kind of reward she gets ? " " We can hardly examine . . . mysterious dispensations . . . here we are to make the best we can of it." " For the creature Society's indebted to ? True. And am I to think there's a body of legal gentlemen to join with you, my friend, in founding an Institution to distribute funds to preach charity over the country, and win com- THE MAN OP THE WORLD. 61 passion for her, as one of the principal persons of her time, that Society's indebted to for whatever it's indebted for?" " Scarcely that," said Carling, contracting. " But you're for great Keforms ? " " Gradual." " Then it's for Eeformatories, mayhap." " They would hardly be a cure." " You're in search of a cure ? " " It would be a blessed discovery." " But what's to become of Society ? " " It's a puzzle to the cleverest." " All through History, my dear Mr. Carling, we see that Establishments must have their sacrifices. Beware of inter- fering : eh ? " " By degrees, we may hope . . ." " Society prudently shuns the topic ; and so'U w9 - For we might tell of one another, in a fit of distraction that t'other one talked of it, and we should be banished for an offence against propriety. You should read my friend Durance's Essay on Society. Lawyers are a buttress of Society. But, come : I wager they don't know what they support until they read that Essay." Carling had a pleasant sense of escape, in not being per- sonally asked to read the Essay, and not hearing that a copy of it should be forwarded to him. He said : " Mr. Eadnor is a very old friend ? " " Our fathers were friends ; they served in the same regiment for years. I was in India when Victor Radnor took the fatal ! " "Followed by a second, not less . . . ?" " In the interpretation of a rigid morality arming you legal gentlemen to make it so ! " " The Law must be vindicated." "The law is a clumsy bludgeon." "We think it the highest effort of human reason— the practical instrument." "You may compare it to a rustic's finger on a fiddle- string, for the murdered notes you get out of the practical instrument." " I am bound to defend it, clumsy bludgeon or not." "You are one of the giants to wield it, and feel humanly, 52 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. when, by chance, down it comes on ihe foot an inch off the line. — Here's a peep of Old London ; if the habit of okl was not to wash windows. I like these old streets." "Hum," Carling hesitated. "I can remember when the dirt at the windows was appalling." " Appealing to the same kind of stuff in the passing youngster's green-scnm eye : it was. And there your Law did good work. — You're for Bordeaux. What is your word on Burgundy?" " Our Falernian ! " " Yictor Eadnor has the oldest in the kingdom. But he will have the best of everything. A Eomanee ! A Musigny ! Sip, my friend, you embrace the Goddess of j'our choice above. You are up beside her at a sniff of that Avine. — And lo, venerable Drury ! we duck through the court, reminded a bit by our feelings of our first love, who hadn't the cleanest of faces or nicest of manners, but she takes her station in memory because we were boys then, and the golden halo of yotith is upon her." Carling, as a man of the world, acquiesced in souvenirs lie did not share. He said urgently : " Understand me ; you speak of Mr. Eadnor; pray, believe I have the greatest respect for Mr. Eadnor's abilities. He is one of our foremost men . . . proud of him. Mr. Eadnor has genius ; I have watched him ; it is genius ; he shows it in all he does ; one of the memorable men of our time. I can admire him, independent of — well, misfortunes of that kind ... a mis- taken early step. Misfortune, it is to be named. Between ourselves — we are men of the world — if one could see the way ! She occasionally . . . as I have told you. I have ventured suggestions. As I have mentioned, I have received an impression . . ." " But still, Mr. Carling, if the lady doesn't release him and will keep his name, she might stop her cowardly perse- cutions." " Can you trace them ? " " Undisguised ! " "Mrs. Burman Eadnor is devout. I should not exactly say revengeful. We have to discriminate. I gather, that her animus is, in all honesty, directed at the — I quote — state of sin. We are mixed you know." The Winegod in the blood of Fenellan gave a leap. " But, THE MAN OF THE WOKLD. 53 fifty thousand times more mixed, she might any moment stop the state of sin, as she calls it, if it pleased her." "She might try. Our Judges look suspiciously on long- delayed actions. And there are, too, women who regard the marriage-tie as indissoluble. She has had to combat that Bcruple." " Believer in the renewing of the engagement overhead ! — well. But put a by-word to Mother Nature about the state of sin. Where, do you imagine, she would lay it? You'll say, that Nature and Law never agreed. They ought." " The latter deferring to the former? " " Moulding itself on her swelling proportions. My dear dear sir, the state of sin was the continuing to live in defiance of, in contempt of, in violation of, in the total degradation of. Nature." "He was under no enforcement to take the oath at the altar." "He was a small boy tempted by a varnished widow, with pounds of barley-sugar in her pocket ; — and she already serving as a test-vessel or mortar for awful combinations in druggery ! Gilt widows are equal to decrees of Fate to us young ones. Upon my word, the cleric who unites, and the Law that sanctions, they're the criminals. Victor Eadnor is the noblest of fellows, the very best friend a man can have. I will tell you : he saved me, after I left the army, from living on the produce of my pen — which means, if there is to be any produce, the prostrating of yourself to the level of the round middle of the public: saved me from that! Yes, Mr. Carling, I have trotted our thoroughfares a poor Polly of the pen ; and it is owing to Victor Eadnor that I can order my thoughts as an individual man again before I blacken paper. Owing to him, I have a tenderness for mercenaries ; having been one of them and knowing how little we can help it. He is an Olympian — who thinks of them below. The lady also is an admirable woman at all points. The pair are a mated couple, such as you won't find in ien households over Christendom. Are you aware of the story?" , Carling replied : " A story under shadow of the Law, has generally two very distinct versions." "Hear mine. — And, by Jove I a runaway cab. No, all 54 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. riglit. But a crazy cab it is, and fit to do miscliief in narrow Drury. Except that it's sheer riff-raff here to knock over." " Hulloa ? — come ! " quoth the wary lawyer. " There's the heart I wanted to rouse to hear me ! One may be sure that the man for old Burgundy has it big and sound, in spite of his legal practices; a dear good spherical fellow ! Some day, we'll hope, you will be sitting with us over a magnum of Victor Eadnor's Romance Conti aged thirty-one : a wine, j'ou'll say at the second glass. High Priest for the celebration of the uncommon nuptials between the body and the soul of man." " You hit me rightly," said Carling, tickled and touched ; sensually excited by the bouquet of Victor Eadnor's hospi- tality and companionship, which added flavour to Fenellan's compliments. These came home to him through his desire to be the ' good spherical fellow ' ; for he, like modern diplo- matists in the track of their eminent Berlinese New Type of the time, put on frankness as an armour over wariness, holding craft in reserve : his aim was at the refreshment of honest fellowship : by no means to discover that the coupling of his native bias with his professional duty was unprofitable nowadays. Wariness, however, was not somnolent, even when he said : " You know, I am never the lawyer out of my office. Man of the world to men of the world ; and I have not lost by it. I am Mrs. Burman Radnor's legal adviser : you are Mr. Victor Radnor's friend. They are, as we see them, not on the best of terms, I would rather — at its low- est, as a matter of business — be known for having helped them to some kind of footing than send in a round bill to my client — or another. I gain more in the end. Frankly, I mean to prove, that it's a lawyer's interest to be human." " Because, now, see ! " said Fenellan, " here's the case. Miss Natalia Dreighton, of a good Yorkshire family — a large one, reads an advertisement for the post of companion to a lady, and answers it, and engages herself, previous to the appearance of the young husband. Miss Dreighton is one of the finest young women alive. She has a glorious contralto voice. Victor and she are encouraged by Mrs. Burman to sing duets together. Well? Why, Euclid would have theorem'd it out for you at a glance at the trio. You have only to look on them, you chatter out your three Acts of a Drama without a stop. If Mrs. Burman cares to practise THE MAN OF THE WORLD. 55 cBarity, she has only to hold in her Fury-forked tongue, or her Jarniman I think's the name ..." Carling shrugged. " Let her keep from' striking, if she's Christian," pursued Fenellan, " and if kind let her resume the name of her first lord, who did a better thing for himself than for her, when he shook oif his bars of bullion, to rise the lighter, and left a wretched female soul below, with the devil's own testimony to her attractions — thousands in the Funds, houses in the City. She threw the young couple together. And my friend Victor Eadnor is of a particularly inflammable nature. Imagine one of us in such a situation, Mr. Carling I " " Trying 1 " said the lawyer. " The dear fellow was as nigh death as a man can be and know the sweetness of a woman's call to him to live. — And here's London's garden of pines, bananas, oranges; all the droppings of the Hesperides here ! We don't reflect on it, Mr. Carling." " Not enough, not enough." " I feel such a spout of platitudes that I could out with a a Leading Article on a sheet of paper on j'our back while you're bending over the baskets. I seem to have got cir- cularly round again to Eden when I enter a garden. Only, here we have to pay for the fruits we pluck. Well, and just the same there; and no end to the payment either. We're always paying ! By the way, Mrs. Victor Kadnor's dinner- table's a spectacle. Her taste in flowers equals her lord's in wine. But age improves the wine and spoils the flowers, you'll say. Maybe you're for arguing that lovely women show us more of the flower than the giape, in relation to the course of time. I pray you not to forget the terrible intoxi- cant she is. We reconcile it, Mr. Carling, with the notion that the grape's her spirit, the flower her body. Or is it the reverse ? Perhaps an intertwining. But look upon bouquets and clusters, and the idea of woman springs up at once, proving she's composed of them. I was about to remark, that with deference to the influence of Mrs. Burman's legal adviser, an impenitent or penitent sinner's pastor, the Eeverend gentleman ministering to her spiritual needs, would presumptively exercise it, in this instance, in a superior degree." Carling murmured : " The Kov. Groseman Buttermore ; " 56 ONE OF OUK CONQUERORS. and did so for something of a cover, to continue a run of internal reflections : as, that he was assuredly listening to vinous talk in the streets by day ; which impression placed him on a decorous platform ahove the amusing gentleman ; to whom, however, he grew cordial, in recognizing conse- quently, that his exuberant flow could hardly be a mask; and that an indication here and there of a trap in his talk, must have been due rather to excess of wariness, habitual in the mind of a long-headed man, whose incorrigibly impulsive fits had necessarily to be rectified by a vigilant dexterity. " Buttermore I " ejaculated Fenellan : " Groseman Butter- more ! Mrs. Victor's Father Confessor is the Eev, Septimus Barmby. Groseman Buttermore — Septimus Barmby. Is there anything in names ? Truly, unless these clerical gentlemen take them up at the crossing of the roads long after birth, the names would appear the active parts of them, and themselves mere marching supports, like the bearers of street placard-advertisements. Now, I know a Septimus Barmby, and you a Groseman Buttermore, and beyond the fact that Eeverend starts up before their names without mention, I wager it's about all we do know of them. They're Society's trusty rock-limpets, no doubt." " My respect for the cloth is extreme." Carling's short cough prepared the way for deductions. " Between our- selves, they are not men of the world." Fenellan eyed benevolently the worthy attorney, whose innermost imp burst out periodically, like a Dutch clock- sentry, to trot on his own small grounds for thinking himself of the community of the man of the world, " You lawyers dress in another closet," he said. " The Eev. Groseman has the ear of the lady ? " " He has : — one ear." " Ah ? She has the other open for a man of the world, perhaps." " Listens to him, listens to me, listens to Jarniman ; and we neither of us guide her. She's very curious — a study. You think you know her — next day she has "eluded you. She's emotional, she's hard ; she's a woman, she's a stone. Anything you like; but don't count on her. And another thing — I'm bound to say it of myself," Carling claimed close hearing of Fenellan over a shelf of salad-stuff, " no one who comes near her has any real weight with her in this matter." THE MAN OF THE WORLD. 57 " Probably you mix cream in your salad of the vinegar and oil," said Fenellan. " Try jelly of mutton." " You give me a new idea. Latterly, fond as I am of salads, I've had rueful qualms. We'll try it." " You should dine with Victor Radnor." " French cook, of course." " Cordon bleu." " I like to be sure of my cutlet." " I like to be sure of a tastiness in my vegetables." " And good sauces ! " " And pretty pastry. I said, Cordon bleu. The miracle isi, it's a woman that Victor Radnor has trained : French, but a woman; devoted to him, as all who serve him are. Do I say 'but' a woman? There's not a Frenchman alive to match her. Vatel awaits her in Paradise with his arms extended : and may he wait long 1 " Caiiing indulged his passion for the genuine by letting a flutter of real envy be seen. " My wife would like to meet such a Frenchwoman. It must be a privilege to dine with ■him — to know him. I know what he has done for English Commerce, and to build a colossal fortune : genius, as I said : and his donations to Institutions. Odd, to read his name and Mrs. Burman Radnor's at separate places in the lists ! Well, we'll hope. It's a case for a compromise of sentiments and claims." " A friend of mine, spiced with cynic, declares that there's always an amicable way out of a dissension, if we get rid of Lupus and Vulpus." Carling spied for a trap in the citation of Lupus and Vulpus; he saw none, and named the square of his residence on the great Russell property, and the number of the house, the hour of dinner next day. He then hung silent, breaking the pause with his hand out and a sharp " Well ? " that rattled a whirligig sound in his head upward. His leave of people was taken in this laughing falsetto, as of one aflected by the curious end things come to. Fenellan thought of him for a moment or two, that he was a better than the common kind of lawyer ; who doubtless knew as much of the wrong side of the world as lawyers do, and held his knowledge for the being a man of the world : — as all do, that have not Alpine heights in the mind to mount for a look out over their own and the world's pedestrian 58 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. tracks. I could spot the lawyer in your composition, my friend, to the exclusion of the man, he mused. But you're right in what you mean to say of yourself: you're a good fellow, for a lawyer, and together we may manage somehow to score a point of service to Victor Eadnor. CHAPTER VIII. SOJIE FAMILIAR GUESTS. Nesta read her mother's face when Mrs. Victor entered the drawing-room to receive the guests. She saw a smooth fair surface, of the kind as much required by her father's eyes as innocuous air by his nostrils : and it w^as honest skin, not the deceptive feminine veiling, to make a dear man happy over his volcano. Mrs. Victor was to meet the friends with whom her feelings were at home, among whom her musical gifts gave her station: they liked her for herself; they helped her to feel at home with herself and be herself: a rarer condition with us all than is generally supposed. So she could determine to be cheerful in the anticipation of an evening that would at least be restful to the outworn sentinel nerve of her heart, wdaich was perpetually alert and signalling to the great organ ; often colouring the shows and seems of adverse things for an apeing of reality with too cruel a resemblance. One of the scraps of practical wisdom gained by hardened sufferers is, to keep from spying at horizons when they drop into a pleasant dingle. Such is the comfort of it, that we can dream, and lull our fears, and half think what we wish : and it is a heavenly truce with the fretful mind divided from our wishes. Nesta wondered at her mother's complacent questions concerning this Lakelands : the house, the county, the kind of people about, the features of the country. Physically unable herself to be regretful under a burden three parts enrapturing he'r, the girl expected her mother to display a shado-\vy vexation, with a proud word or two, that would summon her thrilling sympathy in regard to the fourth part : namely, the aristocratic iciness of country magnates, SOME FAMrLIlR GUESTS. 59 who took tliem np and cast them off; as they had done, she thought, at Craye Farm and at Creckholt : she remembered it, of the latter place, wincingly, insurgently, having loved the dear home she had been expelled from by the pride of the frosty surrounding people — or no, not all, but some of them. And what had roused their pride ? Striking for a reason, her inexperience of our modern England, supplemented by readings in the England of a preceding generation, had hit on her father's profession of merchant. It accounted to her for the behaviour of the haughty territorial and titled families. But certain of the minor titles headed City Firms, she had heard; certain of the families were avowedly commercial. " They follow suit," her father said at Creckholt, after he had found her mother weeping, and decided instantly to quit and fly once more. But if they followed suit in such a way, then Mr. Durance must be right when he called the social English the most sheepy of sheep : — and Nesta could not consent to the cruel verdict, she adored her compatriots. Incongruities were pacified for her by the suggestion of her quick wits, that her father, besides being a merchant, was a successful speculator; and perhaps the speculator is not liked by merchants; or they were jealous of him; or they did not like his being both. She pardoned them with some tenderness, on a suspicion that a quaint old high-frilled bleached and puckered Puri- tanical rectitude (her thoughts rose in pictures) possibly condemned the speculator as a description of gambler. An erratic severity in ethics is easily overlooked by the enthu- siast for things old English. She was consciously ahead of them in the knowledge that her father had been, without the taint of gambling, a beneficent speculator. The Mont- gomery colony in South Africa, and his dealings with tlio natives in India, and his Railways in South America, his establishment of Insurance Offices, which were Savings Banks, and the Stores for the dispensing of sound goods to the poor, attested it. and ho was hospitable, the kindest, helpfullest of friends, the dearest, the veiy brightest of parents : he was his girl's playmate. She could be critic of him, for an induction to the loving of him more justly : yet if ho had an excessive desire to win the esteem of people, as these keen young optics perceived in him, he strove to deserve it; 60 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. and no one could accuse him of laying stress on tlie benefits he conferred. Designedly, frigidly to wound a man so benevolent, appeared to her as an incomprehensible baseness. The dropping of acquaintanceship with him, after the taste of its privileges, she ascribed, in the void of any better elucidation, to a mania of aristocratic conceit. It drove her, despite her youthful contempt of politics, into a Eadicalism that could find food in the epigrams of Mr. Colney Durance, even when they passed her understanding ; or when he was not too distinctly seen by her to be shooting at all the parties of her beloved England, beneath the wicked semblance of shielding each by turns. The young gentleman introduced to the Eadnor Concert- parties by Lady Grace Hal ley as the Hon. Dudley Sowerby, had to bear the sins of his class. Though he was tall, straight-featured, correct in costume, appearance, deport- ment, second son of a religious earl and no scandal to the parentage, he was less noticed by Nesta than the elderly and the commoners. Her father accused her of snubbing him. She reproduced her famous copy of the sugared acid of Mr. Dudley Sowerby's closed mouth : a sort of sneer in meekness, as of humility under legitimate compulsion ; deploring Christianly a pride of race that stamped it for this cowled exhibition : the wonderful mimicry was a flash thrown out by a born mistress of the art, and her mother was constrained to laugh, and so was her father ; but he wilfully denied the likeness. He charged her with encouraging Colney Durance to drag forth the sprig of nobility, in the nakedness of evicted shell-fish, on themes of the peril to England, possibly ruin, through the loss of that ruling initiative formerly possessed, in the days of our glory, by the titular nobles of the land. Colney spoke it efi'ectively, and the Hon. Dudley's expressive lineaments showed print of the heaving word Alas, as when a target is penetrated centrally. And he was not a particularly dull fellow " for his class and country," Colney admitted ; adding : " I hit his thought and out he came." One has, reluctantly with Victor Eadnor, to grant, that when a man's topmost unspoken thought is hit, he must be sharp on his guard to keep from coming out : — we have won a right to him. " Only, it's too bad ; it's a breach of hospitality," Victor said, both to Nesta and to Nataly, alluding to several SOME FAMILIAR GUESTS. 61 instances of Colney's ironic handling of their guests, espe- cially of this one, whom Nesta would attack, and Nataly would not defend. They were alive at a signal to protect the others. Miss Priscilla Graves, an eater of meat, was ridiculous in her ant' alcoholic exclusiveness and scorn : Mr. Pempton, a drinker of wine, would laud extravagantly the more trans- parent purity of vegetarianism. Dr. Peter Yatt jeered at globules : Di". John Cormyn mourned over human creatures treated as cattle by big doses. The Rev. Septimus Barmby satisfactorily smoked : Mr. Peridon traced mortal evil to that act. Dr. Schlesien had his German views, Colney Durance his ironic, Fenellan his fanciful and free-lance. And here was an optimist, there a pessimist ; and the rank Eadical, the rigid Conservative, were not wanting. All of them were pointedly opposed, extraordinarily for so small an assembly : absurdly, it might bo thought : but these pro- voked a kind warm smile, with the exclamation : " They are dears ! " They were the dearer for their fads and foibles. Music harmonized them. Miisic, strangely, put the spell on Colney Durance, the sayer of bitter things, manufacturer of prickly balls, in the form of Discord's apples : of whom Fenellan remarked, that he took to his music like an angry little boy to his barley-sugar, with a growl and a grunt. All these diverse friends could meet and mix in Victor's Concert-room with an easy homely recognition of ono another's musical qualities, at times enthusiastic ; and their natural divergencies and occasional clashes added a salient tastiness to the group : of whom Nesta could say : " Mama, was there ever such a collection of dear good souls with such contrary minds ? " Her mother had the deepest of reasons for loving them, so as not to wish to see the slightest change in their minds, that the accustomed features making her nest of homeliness and real peace might bo retained, with the humour of their funny silly antagonisms and the subse- quent march in concord; excepting solely as regarded the perverseness of Priscilla Graves in her open contempt of Mr. Pempton's innocent two or three wineglasses. Tho vegetarian gentleman's politeness forbore to direct attention to the gobbets of meat Priscilla consumed, though ho could express disapproval in general terms; but ho entertained sentiments as warlike to tho lady's habit of "drinking tho 62 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. blood of animals." Tho mockery of it was, that Priscilla liked Mr. Pempton aud admired his violoncello-playing, and he was unreserved in eulogy of her person and her pure soprano tones. Nataly was a poetic match-maker. Mr. Peridon was intended for Mademoiselle de Seilles, Nesta's young French governess; a lady of a courtly bearing, with placid speculation in the eyes she cast on a foreign people, and a voluble muteness shadowing at intervals along the line of her closed lips. The one person among them a little out of tune with most, was Lady Grace Halley. Nataly's provincial gentlewoman's traditions of the manners indicating conduct, reproved unwonted licences assumed by Lady Grace ; who, in allusion to Hymen's weaving of a cousinship between the earldom of Southweare and that of Cantor, of which Mr. Sowerby sprang, set her mouth and fan at work to delineate total distinctions, as it were from the egg to the empyrean. Her stature was rather short, all of it conversational, at the eye- brows, the shoulders, the finger-tips, the twisting shape ; a ballerina's expressiveness ; and her tongue dashed half sentences through and among these hieroglyphs, loosely aud funnily candid. Anybody might hear that she had gone gambling into the City, and that she had got herself into a mess, and that by great good luck she had come across Victor Eadnor, who, with two turns of the wrist, had plucked her out of the mire, the miraculous man ! And she had vowed to him, never again to run doing the like without his approval. The cause of her having done it, was related -with the accompaniments ; brows twitching, flitting smiles, shrugs, pouts, shifts of posture : she was married to a centaur; t)ut of the saddle a man of wood, " an excellent man." For the not colloquial do not commit themselves. But one wants a little animation in a husband. She called on bell-motion of the head to toll forth the utter nightcap negative. Ho had not any : out of the saddle, he was asleep : — " next door to the Last Trump," Colney Durance assisted her to describe the soundest of sleep in a husband, after wooing her to unbosom herself. She was awake to his guileful arts, and sailed along with him, hailing his phrases, if he shot a good one ; prankishly exposing a flexible nature, that took its holiday thus in a grinding world, among maskers, to tho horrification of the prim. So to refresh ourselves, by having SOME FAMILIAR GUESTS. 63 publicly a hip-bath in the truth while we shock our hearers enough to be discredited for what we reveal, was a dexterous merry twist, amusing to her; but it was less a cynical malice than her nature that she indulged. " A woman must have Bomo excitement." The most innocent appeared to her the Stock Exchange. The opinions of husbands who are not summoned to pay are hardly important ; they vary. Colney helped her now and then to step the trifle beyond her stride, but if he was humorous, she forgave ; and if together they appalled the decorous, it was great gain. Her Bupple person, pretty lips, the style she had, gave a pass to the wondrous confidings, which were for masculine ears, whatever the sex. Nataly might share in them, but women did not lead her to expansivoness ; or not the women of the contracted class : Miss Graves, Mrs. Cormyn, and others at the Eadnor Concerts. She had a special coiasideration for Mademoiselle de Seilles, owing to her exquisite French, as she said ; and she may have liked it, but it was the young Frenchwoman's air of high breeding that won her esteem. Girls were Spring frosts to her. Fronting Nesta, she put on her printed smile, or wood-cut of a smile, with its label of indulgence ; except when the girl sang. Music she loved. She said it was the saving of poor Dudley. It distinguished him in the group of the noble Evangelical Cantor Family ; and it gave him a subject of assured discourse in company ; and oddly, it contributed to his comelier ail*. Flute in hand, his mouth at the blow-stop was relieved of its pained up- draw by the form for puflfing ; he preserved a gentlemanly high figure in his exercises on the instrument, out of ken of all likeness to the urgent insistancy of Victor Eadnor's punctuating trunk of the puffing frame at almost every bar — an Apollo brilliancy in energetic pursuit of the nymph of Bweet sound. Too methodical one, too fiery the other. In duets of Hauptmann's, with Nesta at the piano, the contrast of dull smoothness and ovcrstressed significance was very noticeable beside the fervent accuracy of her balanced finger- ing ; and as she could also flute, she could criticize ; though latterly the flute was boxed away from lips that had devoted themselves wholly to song : song being one of tho damsel's present pressing ambitions. She found nothing to correct in Mr. Sowerby, and her father was open to all tho censures ; but her father could plead vitality, passion. He hold his 64 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. performances cheap after the vehement display; he was a happy listener, -whether to the babble of his " dear old Corelli," or to the majesty of the rattling heavens and swaying forests of Beethoven. His air of listening was a thing to see; it had a look of disembodiment; the sparkle conjured up from deeps, and tho life in the sparkle, as of a soul at holiday. Eyes had been given this man to spy the pleasures and reveal the joy of his pasture on them : gatewa3-s to the sunny within, issues to all the outer Edens. Few of us possess that double significanco of the pure sparkle. It captivated Lady Grace. She said a word of it to Fenellan : " There is a man who can feel rapture ! " He had not to follow the line of her sight : sho said so on a previous evening, in a similar tone; and for a woman to repeat herself, using the very emj^hasis, was quaint. She could feel rapture ; but her features and limbs w^ere in motion to designate it, between simply and wilfully; sho had the instinct to be dimpling, and would not for a moment control it, and delighted in its effectiveness : only when observing that w'inged sparkle of eyes did an idea of envy, hardly a consciousness, inform her of being surpassed; and it might be in the capacity to feel besides the gift to express. Such a reflection relating to a man, will make women mortally sensible that they are the feminine of him. " His girl has the look," Fenellan said in answer. She cast a glance at Nesta, then at Nataly. And it was true, that the figure of a mother, not pretending to the father's vividness, eclipsed it somewhat in their child. The mother gave richness of tones, hues and voice, and stature likewise, and the thick brown locks, which in her own were threads of gold along the brush from the temples : she gave the girl a certain degree of the composure of manner which Victor could not have bestowed; she gave nothing to clash with his genial temper ; she might be sup- posed to have given various qualities, moral if you like. But vividness was Lady Grace's admirable meteor of the hour : she was unable to perceive, so as to compute, the value of obscurer lights. Under the charm of Kataly's rich contralto during a duet with Priscilla Graves, she gesticulated ecstasies, and uttered them, and genuinely ; and still, when reduced to meditations, they would have had no weight, they would hardly have seemed an apology for language, SOME FAMILIAR GUESTS. 65 beside Vic(or's gaze of pleasure in the noble forthroll of tlio notes. Nataly heard the invitation of the guests of the evening to liakelands next day. Her anxieties were at once running about to gather pro- ^isions for the baskets. She spoke of them afc night. But Victor had already put the matter in the hands of IMadamo Callet; and all that could be done, would be done by Armandine, he knew. " If she can't muster enough at home, she'll be off to her Piccadilly shop by seven a.m. Count on plenty for twice the number." Nataly was reposing on the thought that they were her friends, when Victor mentioned his having in the afternoon despatched a note to his relatives, the Duvidney ladies, inviting them to join him at the station to-morrow, for a visit of inspection to the house of his building on his new estate. He startled her. The Duvidney ladies were, to his knowledge, of the order of the fragile minds which hold together by the cement of a common trepidation for the support of things established, and have it not in them to be able to recognize the unsanctioned. Good women, unworldly of the world, they were perforce harder than the world, from being narrower and more timorous. " But, Victor, you were sure they would refuse ! " He answered : " They may have gone back to Tunbridge Wells. By the way, they have a society down there I want for Fredi. Sure, do you say, my dear ? Perfectly sure. But the accumulation of invitations and refusals in the end softens them, you will see. AVe shall and must have them for Fredi." She was used to the long reaches of his forecasts, his burning activity on a project; she found it idle to speak her thought, that his ingenuity would have been needless in a position dictated by plain prudence, and so much happier for them. They talked of Mr.s. Burman until she had to lift a prayer to be saved from darker thoughts, dreadfully prolific, not to be faced. Part of her prayer Avas on behalf of Mrs. Burman, for life to be extended to her, if the poor lady clung to life — if it was really humane to wish it for her : and lieaven would know: heaven had mercy on the afflicted. Nataly heard tiie snufilc of hypocrisy in her pra^'er. She Jiad to cease to pray. F 66 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. CHAPTER IX. AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS. One may not have an intention to flourisli, and may be pardoned for a semblance of it, in exclaiming, somewhat royally, as creator and owner of the jilace : " There you see Lakelands." The conveyances from the railway station drew up on a rise of road fronting an undulation, where our modern English architect's fantasia in crimson brick swept from central gables to flying wings, over pents, crooks, curves, peaks, cowled porches, balconies, recesses, projections, away to a red village of stables and dependent cottages ; harmo- nious in irregularity ; and coloured homely with the green- sward about it, the pines beside it, the clouds above it. Not many palaces would be reckoned as larger. The folds and swells and stream of tlae building along the roll of ground, had an appearance of an enormous banner on the wind. Nataly looked. Her next look was at Colney Durance. She sent the expected nods to Victor's carriage. She would have given the whole prospect for the covering solitariness of her chamber. A multitude of clashing sensa- tions, and a throat-thickening hateful to her, compelled her to summon so as to force herself to feel a groundless anger, directed against none, against nothing, perfectly craz}-, but her only resource for keeping down the great wave surgent at her eyes. Victor was like a swimmer in morning sea amid the ex- clamations encircling him. He led through the straight passage of the galleried hall, offering two fair landscapes at front door and at back, down to the lake, Fredi's lake ; a good oblong of water, notable in a district not abounding in the commodity. He would have it a feature of the district ; and it had been deepened and extended ; wp rose the springs, many ran the ducts. Fredi's prettj' little bath- shed or bower had a space of marble on the three-feet shallow it overhung with a shade of carved woodwork ; it had a diving-board for an eight-feet plunge ; a punt and small row-boat of elegant build hard by. Green ran the banks AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS. 67 about, and a beechwood fringed with birches curtained the Northward length: morning sun and evening had a fair face of water to paint. Saw man ever the like for pleasing a poetical damsel? So was Miss Fredi, the coldest of the party hitherto, and dreaming a preference of ' old places ' like Creckholt and Craye Farm, ' captured to be enraptured,' quite according to man's ideal of his beneficence to the sex. She pressed the hand of her young French governess Louise de Seilles. As in everything he did for his girl, Victor pointed boastfully to his forethought of her convenience and her tastes : the pine-panels of the interior, the shelves for her books, pegs to hang her favourite drawings, and the couch-bunk under a window to conceal the summerly recliner while throwing full light on her book ; and the hearth-square for logs, when she wanted fire : because Fredi batlied in any weather : the oaken towel-coffer ; the wood- carvings of doves, tits, fishes ; the rod for the flowered silken hangings she was to choose, and have shy odalisque peeps of sunny water from her couch. *'Fredi's Naiad retreat, when she wishes to escape Herr Strauscher or Signor Ruderi," said Victor, having his grateful girl warm, in an arm ; " and if they head after her into the water, I back her to leave them puffing ; she's a dolphin. That water has three springs and gets all the drainings of the upland round us. I chose the place chiefly on account of it and the pines. I do love pines ! " " But, excellent man ! what do you not love ? " said Lady Gi'ace, with the timely hit upon the obvious, which rings. " It saves him from accumulation of tissue," said Colney. "What does?" was eagerly asked by the wife of the homoeopathic Dr. John Cormyn, a sentimental lady beset with fears of stoutness. Victor cried : " Tush ; don't listen to Colney, pray." But she heard Colney speak of a positive remedy, more immediately effective than an abjuration of potatoes and sugar. She was obliged by her malady to listen, although detesting the irreverent ruthless man, who could direct expanding frames, in a serious tone, to love ; love everybody, everything ; violently and universally love ; and so without intermission pay out the fat created by a rapid assimilation of nutriment. Obeseness is the most sensitive of our ail- ments : probably as being aware, that its legitimate appeal 68 ONE OF OUK CONQUERORS. to patlios is ever smothered in its pudding-bed of the grotesque. She was pained, and showed it, and was ashamed of herself for showing it ; and that very nearly fetched the tear. "Our host is an instance in proof," Colney said. lie waved hand at the house. His meaning was hidden ; evidently he wanted victims. Sight of Lakelands had gripped him with the fell satiric itch ; and it is a passion to Bting and tear, on rational grounds. His face meanwhile, which had points of the handsome, signitied a smile asleep, as if beneath a cloth. Only those who knew him well were aware of the claw-like alertness under the droop of eyelids. Admiration was the common note, in the various keys. The station selected for the South-eastward aspect of the dark-red gabled pile on its .white shell-terrace, backed by a plantation of tall pines, a mounded and full-plumed company, above the left wing, was admired, in files and in volleys. Marvellous, effectively miraculous, was the tale of the vow to have the great edifice finished within one year : and the strike of workmen, and the friendly colloquy with them, the good reasoning, the unanimous return to duty ; and the doubling, the trebling of the number of them ; and the most glorious of sights — the grand old English working ■with a will ! as Englishmen do when they come at last to heat ; and they conquer, there is then nothing that they cannot conquer. So the conqueror said. — And admirable were the conservatories running three long lines, one from the drawing-room, to a central dome for tropical growths. And the parterres were admired ; also the newly-planted Irish junipers bounding the West- walk ; and the three tiers of stately descent from the three green terrace banks to the glassy slopes over the lake. Again the lake was admired, the house admired. Admiration was evoked for great orchid-houses " over yonder," soon to be set up. Off we go to the kitchen-garden. There the admiration is genial, practical. We admire the extent of the beds marked out for asparagus, and the French disposition of the planting at wide intervals ; and the French system of train- ing peach, pear, and plum trees on the walls to win length and catch sun, we much admire. We admire the gardener. We are induced temporarily to admire the French people. They are sagacious iu fru't-gardens. They have not the AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS. 69 English Constitution, you think rightly ; but in fruit- gardens they grow for fruit, and not, as Victor quotes a friend, for wood, which the valiant English achieve. We hear and we see examples of sagacity ; and we are further brought round to the old confession, that we cannot cook ; Colney Durance has us there; we have not studied herbs and savours ; and so we are shocked backward step by step until we retreat precipitately into the nooks where waxen tapers, carefully tended by writers on the Press, light-up mysterious images of our national selves for admiration. Something surely we do, or we should not be where we are. But what is it we do (excepting cricket, of course) which others cannot do ? Colney asks ; and he excludes cricket and football. An acutely satiric man in an English circle, that does not resort to the fist for a reply to him, may almost satiate the excessive fury roused in his mind by an illogical people of a provocative prosperity, mainly tongueless or of leaden tongue above the pressure of their necessities, as he takes them to be. They give him so many opportunities. They are angry and helpless as the log hissing to the saw. Their instinct to make use of the downright in retort, re- strained as it is by a buttoned coat of civilization, is amusing, inviting. Colney Durance allured them to the quag's edge and plunged them in it, to writhe patriotically ; and although it may be said, that they felt their situation less than did he the venom they sprang in his blood, he was cruel ; he caused discomfort. But these good friends about him stood for the country, an illogical country ; and as ho could not well attack his host Victor Eadnor, an irrational man, he selected the abstract entity for the discharge of his honest spite. The irrational friend was deeper at the source of his irritation than the illogical old motherland. This house of Lakelands, the senselessness of his friend in building it and designing to live in it, after experiences of an in- capacity to stand in a serene contention with the world he challenged, excited Colney's wasp. He was punished, half way to frenzy behind his placable demeanour, by having Dr. Schlesien for chorus. And here again, it was the unbefitting, not the person, which stirred his wrath. A German on English soil should remember the dues of a guest. At the same time, Colney said things to snare the acclamation of an 70 ONE OF OUR CONQUEROES. oLservant gentleman of that race, who is no longer in his first enthusiasm for English beef and the complexion of the women. " Ah, ya, it is true, w^hat you say : ' The English grow as fast as odders, but they grow to horns instead of brains.^ They are Bull. Quaat true." He bellowed on a laugh the last half of the quotation. Colney marked him. His encounters with Fenellan were enlivening engagements and left no malice ; only a regret, w^hen the fencing passed his guard, that Fenellan should prefer to flash for the minute. He would have met a pert defender of England, in the person of Miss Priscilla Graves, if she had not been occupied with observation of the bearing of Lady Grace Halley toward Mr. Victor Eadnor ; which displeased her on behalf of Mrs. Victor; she was besides hostile by race and class to an aristocratic assumption of licence. Sparing Colney, she with some scorn condemned Mr. Pempton for allowing his country to be ridiculed with- out a word. Mr. Pempton believed that the Vegetarian movement was more progressive in England than in other lands, but he was at the disadvantage with the fair Priscilla, that eulogy of his compatriots on this account would win her coldest approval. " Satire was never an argument," he said, too evasively. The Eev. Septimus Barmby received the meed of her smile, for saying in his many-fathom bass, with an eye on Victor : " At least we may boast of breeding men, who are leaders of men." The announcement of luncheon, by Victor's butler Ai'Hng- ton, opportunely followed and freighted the remark with a happy recognition of that which comes to lis from the hands of conquerors. Dr. Schlesien himself, no antagonist to England, but like Colney Durance, a critic, speculated in view of the spread of pic-nic provision beneath the great glass dome, as to whether it might be, that these English were on another start out of the dust in vigorous commercial enter- prise, under leadership of one of their chance masterly minds — merchant, in this instance : and he debated within, whether Genius, occasionally developed in a surprising superior manner by these haphazard English, may not sometimes wrest the prize from Method ; albeit we count for the long run, that Method has assurance of success, however late in the race to set forth. AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS. 71 Lunclaeon was a merry meal, with Victor and Nataly for host and hostess ; Fenellan, Colney Durance, and Lady Grace Halley for the talkers. A gusty bosom of sleet over- hung the dome, rattled on it, and rolling Westward, became a radiant mountain-land, partly worthy of Victor's phrase : " A range of Swiss Alps in air." " With periwigs Louis Quatorze for peaks," Colney added. ' And Fenellan improved on him : " Or a magnified Bench of Judges at the trial of your ca^rulean Phryne." The strip of white cloud flew on a whirl from the blue, to confirm it. But Victor and Lady Grace rejected any play of conceits upon nature. Violent and horrid interventions of the coun- terfeit, such mad similes appeared to them, when pure coin was offered. They loathed the Eev. Septimus Barmby for proclaiming, that he had seen " Chapters of Hebrew History in the grouping of clouds." His gaze was any one of the Chapters upon Nesta. The clerical gentleman's voice was of a depth to claim for it the profoundest which can be thought or uttered ; and Nesta's tender youth had taken so strong an impression of sacredness from what Fenellan called " his chafer tones," that her looks were often given him in gratitude, for the mere sound. Nataly also had her sense of safety in acquiescing to such a voice coming from such a garb. Consequently, whenever Fenellan and Colney were at him, drawing him this way and that for utterances cathedral in sentiment and sonorous- ness, these ladies shed protecting beams ; insomuch that ho was inspired to the agreeable conceptions whereof frequently rash projects are an issue. ToiTching the neighbours of Lakelands, they were prin- cipally enriched merchants, it appeared ; a snippet or two of the fringe of aristocracy lay here and there among them ; and one racy-of-thc-soil old son of Thanes, having the manners proper to last century's yeoman. Mr. Pcmpton knew something of this quaint Squire of liefferstono, Bcaves Urmsing by name ; a ruddy man, right heartily Saxon ; a still glowing brand amid the ashes of the Heptarchy hearth- stone ; who had a song. The Marigolds, which ho would troll out for you anywhere, on any occasion. To have so near to the metropolis one from the centre of the venerable rotundity of the country, was rare. Victor exclaimed " Come ! " in 72 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. ravisliment over the picturesqueness of a neiglibour carrying imagination away to the founts of England ; and his look at Nataly proposed. Her countenance was inapprehensive. He perceived resistance, and said : " I have met two or three of them in the train : agreeable men : Gladding, the hanker ; a general Fanning ; that man Blathenoy, great bill-broker. But the fact is, close on London, we're inde- pendent of neighbours ; we mean to be. Lakelands and London practically join." "The mother city becoming the suburb," murmured Colne}^, in report of the union. "You must expect to be invaded, sir," said Mr. Sowerby ; and Yictor shrugged : " "We are pretty safe." " The lock of a door seems a potent security until some one outside is heard fingering the handle nigh midnight," Fenellan threw out his airy nothing of a remark. It struck on Nataly's heart. " So you will not let us be lonely here," she said to her guests. The Eev. Septimus Barmby was mouthpiece for congrega- tions. Sound of a subterranean roar, with a blast at the orifice, informed her of their " very deep happiness in the pi-ivilege." He comforted her. Nesta smiled on him thankfully. "Don't imagine, Mrs. Victor, that you can be shut off from neighbours, in a house like this ; and they have a claim," said Lady Grace, quitting the table. Fenellan and Colney thought so : "Like mice at a cupboard." "Beetles in a kitchen." " Xo, no — no, no ! " Victor shook head, pitiful over the good people likened to things unclean, and royally upraising them : in doing which, he scattered to vapour the leaden incubi they had been upon his flatter moods of late. " No, but it's a rapture to breathe the air here ! " His lifted chest and nostrils were for the encouragement of Nataly to soar beside him. She summoned her smile and nodded. He spoke aside to Lady Grace : " The dear soul wants time to compose herself after a grand surprise." She replied : "I think I could soon be reconciled. How much land ? " '• In treaty for some hundred and eighty or ninety acres AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS. 73 ... in all at present three hundred and seventy, including plantations, lake, outhouses." " Large enough ; land paying as it does — that is, not pay- ing. We shall be having to gamble in the City systemati- cally for subsistence." " You will not 60 much as jest on the subject." Coming from such a man, that was clear sky thunder. The lady played it ofi" in a shadowy pout and shrug while taking a stamp of his masterfulness, not so volatile. She said to Nataly : " Our place in Worcestershire is about half the size, if as much. Large enough when we're not crowded out with gout and can open to no one. Some day you will visit us, I hope." " You we count on here. Lady Grace." It "was an over-accentuated response ; unusual with this well-bred woman ; and a bit of speech that does not flow, causes us to speculate. The lady resumed : " I value the favour. We're in a horsey-doggy-foxy circle down there. We want enlivening. If we had your set of musicians and talkers ! " . Nataly smiled in vacuous kindness, at a loss for the retort of a compliment to a person she measured. Lady Grace also was an amiable hostile reviewer. Each could see, to have cited in the other, defects common to the lower species of the race, admitting a superior personal quality or two ; which might be pleaded in extenuation ; and if the apology proved too effective, could bo dispersed by insistance upon it, under an implied appeal to benevolence. When we have not a liking for the creature whom we have no plain cause to dislike, we are minutely just. During the admiratory stroll along the ground-floor rooms, Colney Durance found himself beside Dr. Schlesien ; the latter smoking, striding, emphasizing, but bearable, as the one of the party who was not perpetually at the gape in laudation. Colney was heard to say : " No doubt : the German is the race the least mixed in Europe : it might challenge aboriginals for that. Oddly, it has invented the Cyclopasdia for knowledge, the sausage for nutrition ! How would j'ou explain it ? " Dr. Schlesien replied with an Atlas shrug under fleabito to the insensately infantile interrogation. IIo in turn was presently heard. 74 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. " But, my good sir ! you quote me your Engllsli Latin. I must beg of you you write it down. It is orally incom- prehensible to Continentals." " ^Ve are Islanders ! " Colney shrugged in languisbment. "Oh, you do great things ..." Dr. Schlesien rejoined in kindness, making his voice a musical intimation of the smallness of the things. " We build great houses, to employ our bricks." " No, Colney, to live in," said Victor. " Scarcely long enough to warm them." " What do you . . . fiddle ! " " They are not Hohenzollerns ! " " It is true," Dr. Schlesien called. " No, but you learn discipline; you build. I say wid you, not Hohenzollerns 3 ou build ! But you shall look above : Eyes up. Ire necesse est. Good, but mount; you come to something. Have ideas." " Good, but when do we reach your level ? " " Sir, I do not say more than that Ave do not want instruc- tion from foreigners." " Pupil to paedagogue indeed. You have the wreath iu Music, in Jurisprudence, Chemistry, Scholarship, Beer, Arms, Manners." Dr. Schlesien puffed a tempest of tobacco and strode. " He is chiselling for wit in the Teutonic block," Colney said, falling back to Fenellan. Fenellan observed : " You might have credited him with the finished sculpture." " They're ahead of us in sticking at the charge of wit." "They've a widening of their swallow since Versailles." "JUrtMiers?" " Well, that's a tight cravat for the Teutonic thrapple ! But he's off by himself to loosen it." Victor came on the couple testily. " What are you two concocting ! I say, do keep the peace, please. An excellent good fellow ; better up in politics than any man I know ; understands music ; means well, you can see. You two hate a man at all serious. And he doesn't bore with his knowledge. A scholar too." " If he'll bring us the atmosphere of the groves of Aca- deme, he may swing his ferule pickled in himself, and welcome," said Fenellan. " Yes ! " Victor nodded at a recognized antagonism in AN INSPECTION OF LAKELANDS. 75 Fenellan ; " but Colney's always lifting the Germans high above ns," " It's to exercise his muscles." Victor headed to the other aiiaitments, thinking that the Eev. Septimus and young Sowerby, Old England herself, were spared by the diversion of these light skirmishing shots from their accustomed victims to the masculine people of our time. His friends would want a drilling to be of aid to him in his campaign to come. For it was one, and a great one. He remembered his complete perception of the plan, all the elements of it, the forward whirling of it, just before the fall on London Bridge. The greatness of his enterprise laid such hold of him that the smallest of obstacles had a villanous aspect ; and when, as anticipated, Colney and Fenellan were sultry flies for whomsoever they could fret, he was blind to the reading of absurdities which caused Fredi's eyes to stream and Lady Grace beside him to stand awhile and laugh out her fit. Young Sowerby appeared forgiving enough — he was a perfect gentleman : but Fredi's appalling sense of fun must try him hard. And those young fellows are often more wounded by a girl's thoughtless laughter than by a man's contempt. Nataly should have protected him. Her face had the air of a smiling general satisfaction ; sign of a pleasure below the mark required; sign too of a sleepy partner for a battle. Even in the wonderful kitchen, arched and pillared (where the explanation came to Nesta of Madame Callet's frequent leave of absence of late, when an inferior dinner troubled her father in no degree), even there his Nataly listened to the transports of the guests with benign indulgence. " Mama ! " said Nesta, ready to be entranced by kitchens in her bubbling animation : she meant the recalling of instances of the conspirator her father had been. " You none of you guessed Armandine's business ! " Victor cried, in a glee that pushed to make the utmost of this matter and count against chagrin. " She was off to Paris ; went to test the last inventions : — French brains are ahvays alert: — and in fact, those kitchen-ranges, gas and coal, and the apparatus for warming plates and dishes, the whole of the battciy is on the model of the Due d'Ariane's — finest in Europe. Well," ho agreed with Colney, " to say Franco is enough." 76 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Mr. Pempton spoke to Miss Graves of tlie task for a -woman to conduct a command so extensive. And, as ■\vlien an inoffensive wayfarer has chanced to set foot near a wasp's nest, out on him came woman and her champions, tlie worthy and the sham, like a blast of powder. Victor ejaculated : " Armandine ! " Whoever doubted her capacity, knew not Armandine ; or not knowing Armandine, knew not the capacity in women. With that utterance of her name, he saw the orangey spot on London Bridge, a:id the sinking Tower and masts and funnels, and the rising of them, on his return to his legs ; he recollected, that at the very edge of the fall he had Armandine strongly in his mind. She was to do her part : Fenellan and Colney on the surface, she below : and hospitality was to do its part, and music was impressed — ■ the innocent Concerts ; his wealth, all his inventiveness were to serve ; — and merely to attract and win the tastes of people, for a social support to Lakelands ! Merely that ? Much more : — if Nataly's coldness to the place would but allow him to form an estimate of how much. At the same time, being in the grasp of his present disappointment, he perceived a meanness in the result, that was astonishing and afflicting. He had not ever previously felt imagination starving at the vision of success. Victor had yet to learn, that the man with a material object in aim, is the man of his object ; and the nearer to his mark, often the farther is he from a sober self; he is more the arrow of his bow than bow to his arrow. This we pay for scheming : and success is costly ; we find we have pledged the better half of our- selves to clutch it ; not to be redeemed with the Avhole handful of our prize ! He was, however, learning after his leaping fashion. Nataly's defective sympathy made him look at things through the feelings she depressed. A shadow of his missed Idea on London Bridge seemed to cross him from the close flapping of a wing within reach. He could say only, that it would, if caught, have been an answer to the thought disturbing him. Nataly drew Colney Durance with her eyes to step beside her, on the descent to the terrace. Little Skepsey hove in sight, coming swift as the point of an outrigger over the flood. ( 77 ) CHAPTER X. SKEPSEY IN MOTION. The bearer of his master's midday letters from London shot beyond Nataly as soon as seen, with an apparent snap of his body in passing. He steamed to the end of the terrace and delivered the packet, returning at the same rate of speed, to do proper homage to the lady he so much respected. He had left the railway-station on foot instead of taking a fl}', because of a calculation that he would save three minutes ; which he had not lost for having to come through the rain- cloud. " Perhaps the contrary," Skepsey said : it might bo judged to have accelerated his course : and his hat dripped, and his coat shone, and he soaped his hands, cheerful as an ouzel-cock when the sun is out again. " Many cracked crowns lately, in the Manly Art?" Colney inquired of him. And Skepsey answered with precision of statement : " Crowns, no, sir ; the nose, it may happen ; but it cannot be said to be the rule." "You are of opinion, that the practice of Scientific Pugil- ism ofi'ers us compensation for the broken bridge of a nose?" " In an increase of manly self-esteem : I do, sir, yes." Skepsey was shy of this gentleman's bite ; and he fancied his defense had been correct. Perceiving a crumple of the lips of Mr. Durance, he took the attitude of a watchful dubiety. " But, my goodness, you are Avet through ! " cried Nataly, reproaching herself for the tardy compassion; and Nesta ran up to them and heaped a thousand pities on her " poor dear Skip," and drove him in beneath the glass-dome to the frag- ments of pic-nic, and poured champagne for him, " lest his wife should have to doctor him for a cold," and poured afresh, when ho had obeyed her: " for the toasting of Lake- lands, dear Skepsey ! " impossible to resist : so he drank, and blinked; and was then told, that before using his knife and fork he must betake himself to some fire of shavings and chips, where coffee was being made, for the purpose of drying his clothes. But this ho would not hear of : ho was pledged to business, to convey his master's letters, and ho might have to catch a train by the last quarter-minute, unless it 78 OSTE OF OmB O0g|QirEBOB& was heidsA the tuue-tabloi ; he nuut boll buu«elf ready to fttart. Entreatei, adjnreid, ogmmaoded, Skepeev oommieenk- taoglj obKZTed to C&htey DuxsawB, **The iadi£if do not understand, sir !! " For Ttuk of Constantinople had nerer a more haicfued opinion of tibe unfitness of woman in tbe tnaro wodd of action, Tli« pexrast^soe of these ladies endeaTonring to ftereat him in the oomse of his dnty, most hare siiu> oeeded sare that for one word of tfadrs he had two, and twice tihie promptitnde of motion. He e^latned to them, as to goiod children, that the loss of fire minntes might he the low of a Fost* the loss of thousands of pounds, the lorn of the diaracteir of a Firm; and he was awaj to the tenaee. Westa headed him and. wared him hack. She and her mother reboked him : they called him nnieasonable ; wherein they r&tfemkieA the chief example of the sex to him, in a wife he had at home, who lereUed that charge a^inst her hnsband wh««i most die needed disiapline : — the woman laid hatmd on the rerjr word Intimately his own lor the jostificalion of his pBOcesw witifai her, **Bat^ Skips!! if jonaze ill and we hare to nurse you!" saJdNesta. She £9rgot the hos^tal, he told her cordiallj, and laughed at the notion of a duckiug producing a cold or a cold a fever, or anything consumption, witb him. So the ladies had to keep down their anxious minds and allow him. to stand in wet clothing to eat his cold pie and salad. IliM Fkist^lla Gtares entering to them, became a witnie^ that they were seductxe«ges £ar inducing him to drink wir^ — and a sparkling wine, "It is to warm hiju,*'thejr pleaded^, and she said: **He must be warm from his waSk;*' and they said: <*But he is wet;" and said she, without a show of feeling: **Warm water, then; ** and Sk^isey writhed, as if in the g^rasp of anatomists, at being the subject of female contention or humane coiiisideration. Hiss Graves caught signs of thf} pfjmihle prciselyte in him ; she remarked encouragingly : *^ I am sure he does not like it; he still has a natural taste." She distressed his native politeness, fer the glass was in lihf hand, and he was fully aware of her high-principled aver- Kiou ; and he profoundly bowed to principle believing his Efjgland to be pillared on them ; and the lady looked like one wiio V^re the standard of a principle ; and if we slap and BKEPSEY IN MOTION. 79 pinch and stavvo our appetites, llio idea of a principle seems entering; us to eup]iort. lSu])Scribinj!; to a jirinciple, oth energies arc rolVeslicd ; wo liavo a I'aitli in tlio country ihat was not with us before iho act ; and of a real Avell-founded fai 111 come tlie glowinj;!; thoughts which wo have at times: thoughts of Ihiglaiid lieading tlio nations; when tlio smell of an fliiglish lane under showers challenges I'lden, and tlu> thr(>atliiig of a London crt)wd tunes discords to the swell of a cathedral organ. It may be, that by the renunciation of any description of alcohol, a man Avill stand clcarer-lieadcd to serve his country, llo may cxjiect to have a i-learer memory, for certain : ho will not be asking himself, unable to decide, whether his master named a ilfr. Journeyman or a ]\Ir. Jarni- man, as the jierson ho declined to receive. Kither of the two is repulsed Tipon his applicatio}i, owing to the guilty similarity of sounds : but what wo aro to think of is, our own satl state of inefliciency in failing to remember; which accuses our physical condition, tlun'cforo our habits. — Thus the little man debated, scarcely recpiiring more than to hear the right wt)rd, to be a convert and make him a garland of the prose- lyte's fetters. Destructively for the cause she advocated, I\liss Priscilla gestured the putting forth of an abjuring hand, with the recommendation to liiui, so to put aside tem]>tation that instant; and slie signified in a very ugly jerk other features, the vilely liltliy stadV JMorality thought it, however pleasing it might be to a palate corrupted by indulgence of the sensual aj>petites. l)ut the glass had been handed to him by the lady he resjiected, who lookcil angelical in olVcring it, divinely other t iian ugly ; and to her he could not be discourteous; not even to pay his homage to the representative of a jirineiple. lie bowcnl to I\liss CJraves, and drank, and rushed forth; hearing Bliouts bi'hind him. .11 is master had a packet of }iapers ready, easy for the pocket. " IJy the way, Skepsey," he said, "if a man named daini- man sliould call at the oJliec, 1 will see him." JSkepsey's grey eyes came out. Or was it tfoiimciimav, that his mastt'r would not see; and Jnriiiman that he would ? JLis habit of obedience, pride of aj>iuehcnsiun, and the 80 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. time to catch the train, forbade inquiry. Besides he knew of himself of ohl, that his puzzles were best unriddled running. The quick of pace are soon in the quick of thoughts. Jarniman, then, was a man whom his master, not wanting to see, one day, and wanting to see, on another day, might wish to conciliate : a case of policy. Let Jarniman go. Journeyman, on the other hand, was nobody at all, a ghost of the fancy. Yet this Journeyman was as important an individual, he was a dread reality ; more important to Skejisey in the light of patriot : and only in that light was he permitted of a scrupulous conscience and modest mind to think upon himself when the immediate subject was his master's interests. For this Journeyman had not an excuse for existence in Mr. Eadnor's pronunciation : he was born of the buzz of a troubled ear, coming of a disordered brain, consequent necessarily upon a disorderly stomach, that might protest a degree of comparative innocence, but would be shamed utterly under inspection of the eye of a lady of principle. "What, then, was the value to his country of a servant who could not accurately recollect his master's words ! Miss Graves within him asked the rapid little man, whether indeed his ideas were his own after draughts of champagne. The ideas, excited to an urgent animation by his racing trot, were a quiverful in flight over an England terrible to the foe and dancing on the green. Eight so : but would we keep-up the dance, we must be red iron to touch : and the fighter for conquering is the one who can last and has the open brain; — and there you have a point against alcohol. Yes, and Miss Graves, if she would press it, with her natural face, could be pleasant and persuasive : and she ought to be told she ought to marry, for the good of the country. "Women taking liquor : — Skepsey had a vision of his wife with rheumy peepers oblique and miauly mouth, as he had once beheld the creature : — Oh ! they need discipline : not such would we have for the mothers of our English young. Decidedly the women of principle are bound to enter wed- lock ; they should be bound by law. Whereas, in the oppo- sing case — the binding of the unprincipled to a celibate state — >uch a law would have saved Skepsey from the necessi- tated commission of deeds of disci i)line with one of the 6eeps£y in MOTio^^ 61 f&male sex, and have rescued his proo-eny from a likeness to the corn-stalk reverting to weed. He had but a son for England's defense; and the frame of his boy might be set quaking by a thump on the wind of a drum ; the courage of William Barlow Skepsey would not stand against a sheep ; it would wind-up hares to have a run at him out in the field. Offspring of a woman of principle ! . . . but there is no rubbing out in life: why dream of it? Only that one would not have one's country the loser ! Dwell a moment on the reverse : — and first remember the lesson of the Captivity of the Jews and the outcry of their backsliding and repentance : — see a nation of the honourably begotten ; muscular men disdaining the luxuries they will occasionally condescend to taste, like some tribe in Greece ; boxers, rowers, runners, climbers; braced, indomitable; mag- nanimous, as only the strong can be ; an army at word, winning at a stroke the double battle of the hand and the heart: men who can walk the paths through the garden of the pleasures. They receive fitting mates, of a build to promise or aid in ensuring depth of chest and long reach of arm for their progeny. ; Down goes the world before them. And we see how much would be due for this to a corps of ladies like Miss Graves, not allowed to remain too long on the stalk of spinsterhood. Her age might count twenty- eight : too long ! She should be taught that men can, though truly ordinary women cannot, walk these orderl}' paths through -the garden. An admission to women, hinting re- strictions, on a ticket marked " in moderation" (meaning, that they may pluck a flower or fruit along the pathway border to which they are confined), speedily, alas, exhibits them at a mad scramble across the pleasure-beds. They know not moderation. Neither for their own sakes nor for the sakes of Posterity will they hold from excess, when they are not pledged to shun it. The reason is, that their minds cannot conceive the abstract, as men do. But there are grounds for supposing that the example "before them of a sex exercising self-control in freedom, would induce women to pledge themselves to a similar abnegation, until they gain some sense of touch upon the impalpable duty to the generations coming after us:— thanks to the voluntary example we set them. o 82 ONE OF OUR CONQUEEOES. The stupendous task, which had hitherto baffled Skepsey in the course of conversational remonstrances with his wife ; — that of getting the Idea of Posterity into the understand- ing of its piineipal agent, might then be mastered. Therefore clearly men have to begin the salutary move- ment : it manifestly devolves upon them. Let them at once take to rigorous physical training. Women under com- pulsion, as vessels : men in their magnanimity, patriotically, voluntaril}'. Miss Graves must have had an intimation for him ; he guessed it ; and it plunged him into a conflict with her, that did not suffer him to escape without ruefully feeling the feebleness of his vocabulary : and consequently he made a reluctant appeal to figures, and it hung upon the bolder exhibition of lists and tables as to whether he was beaten ; and if beaten, he was morally her captive ; and this being the case, nothing could be more repulsive to Skepsey; seeing that he, unable of his nature passively or partially to under- take a line of conduct, beheld himself wearing a detestable ' ribbon,' for sign of an oath quite needlessly sworn (simply to satisfy the lady overcoming him with nimbler tongue), and blocking the streets, marching in bands beneath banners, howling hymns. Statistics, upon which his master and friends, after ex- changing opinions in argument, always fell back, frightened him. As long as they had no opponents of their own kind, they swept the field, they were intelligible, as the word 'principle' had become. But the appearance of one body of Statistics invariably brought up another ; and the strokes and counterstrokes were like a pla}' of quarter-staff on the sconce, to knock all comprehension out of Skepsc}'. Other- wise he would not unwillingly have inquired to-morrow into the Statistics of the controversy between the waters of the wells and of the casks, prepared to walk over to the victorious, however objectionable that proceeding. He hoped to question his master some day : except that his master would very naturally have a tendency to sum-up in favour of wine — good wine, in moderation ; just as Miss Graves for the cup of tea — not so thoughtfullj" stipulating that it should be good and not too copious. Statistics are according to their conjurors; they are not independent bodies, with native colours ; they needs must be painted by the different hands BKEPSEY IN MOTION. 83 they pa^s through, and they may be multiplied ; a nought or so counts for nothing with the teller. Skejisey saw that. Yet they can overcome : even as fictitious battalions, they can overcome. He shrank from the results of a ciphering match having him for object, and was ashamed of feeling to {Statistics as women to giants; nevertheless ho acknowledged that the badge was upon him, if Miss Graves should beat her master in her array of figures, to insist on his wearing it, as she would, she certainly would. And against his internal conviction perhaps ; vrith the knowledge that the figures were an unfortified display, and his oath of bondage an unmanly servility, the silliest of ceremonies ! He was shockingly feminine to Statistics. Mr. Durance despised them : he called them, arguing against Mr. Kadnor, "those emotional things," not compre- hensibly to Skepsey. But Mr. Durance, a very clever gentle- man, could not be right in everything. He made strange remarks upon his country. Dr. Yatt attributed them to the state of his digestion. And Mr. Fenellan had said of Mr. Durance that, as "a barrister wanting briefs, the speech in him had been bottled too long and was an overripe wine dripping sour drops through the rotten cork." Mr. Fenellan said it laughing, he meant no harm. Skepsey was suie he had the words. He heard no more than other people hear ; he remembered whole sentences, and many : on one of his runs, this active little machine, quickened by jnotion to fire, revived the audible of years back ; whatever suited his turn of mind at the moment rushed to the rapid wheels within him. His master's business and friends, his country's welfare and advancement, these, with records, items, anticipations, .of the manlier sports to decorate, were his current themes ; all being chopped and tossed and mixed in salad accordance by his fervour of velocity. And if you would like a further definition of Genius, think of it as a form of swiftness. It is the lively young great-grandson, in the brain, of the travel- ling force which mathematicians put to paper, in a row of astounding ciphers, for the motion of earth through space; to the generating of heat, whereof is multiplication, whereof de- posited matter, and so your chaos, your half-lighfed labyrinth, your ceaseless pressure to evolvement; and then Light, and so Creation, order, the work of Genius. What do you say ? 64 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Witlioxit Laving a great Lrain, the measure of it possessed by Skepsey was alive tinder strong illumination. In his heart, while doing penance for his presumptuousness, he believed that he could lead regiments of men. He was not the army's General, ho was the General's Lieutenant, now and then venturing to suggest a piece of counsel to his Chief. On his own particular drilled regiments, his Chief may rely ; and on his knowledge of the country of the campaign, roads, morasses, masking hills, dividing rivers. He had mapped for himself mentally the battles of conquerors in his favourite historic reading ; and he understood the value of a plan, and the danger of sticking to it, and the advantage of a big army for flanking ; and he manoeuvred a small one cunningly to make it a bolt at the telling instant. Dartrey Fenellan had explained to him Frederick's oblique attack. Napoleon's employment of the artillery arm preparatory to the hurling of the cataract on the spot of weakness, Wellington's parallel march with Marmont up to the hour of the decisive cut through the latter at Salamanca ; and Skepsey treated his enemy to the like, deferentially reporting the engagement to a Chief whom his modesty kept in eminence, for the receiving of the principal honours. As to his men, of all classes and sorts, they are so supple with training that they -sustain a defeat like the sturdy pugilist a knock oif his legs, and up smiling a minute after — one of the truly beautiful sights on this earth ! They go at the double half a day, never sounding a single pair of bellows among them. They have their appetites in full control, to eat when they can, or cheerfully fast. They have healthy frames, you see ; and as the healthy frame is not artificially heated, it ensues that, under any title you like, they profess the principles — into the bog we go, we have got round to it ! — the principles of those horrible marching and chanting people ! Then, must our England, to be redoubtable to the enemy, be a detestable country for habitation ? Here was a knot. Skepsey's head dropped lower, he went as a ram. The sayings of Mr. Durance about his dear England : — that "her remainder of life is in the activity of her diseases " : — that "she has so fed upon Pap of Compromise as to be unable any longer to conceive a muscular resolution": — that "she is animated only as the carcase to the blow-fly " ; and so SKEPSEY IN MOTION. 85 furtli : — charo;od on him during his wrestle with his problem. And the gentleman had said, had permitted himself to sa}', that our England's recent history was a provincial apothecary's exhibition of the battle of bane and antidote. Mr. Durance could hardly mean it. But how could one answer him when he spoke of the torpor of the people, and of the succeeding Governments as a change of lacqueys — or the purse-string's lacqueys ? He said, that Old England has taken to the arm-chair for good, and thinks it her whole business to pronounce opinions and listen to herself; and that, in the face of an armed Europe, this great nation is living on sufferance. Oh ! Skepsey had uttered the repudiating exclamation. " Feel quite up to it? " he was asked by his neighbour. The mover of armed hosts for the defence of the country sat in a third-class carriage of the train, approaching the first of the stations on the way to town. He was instantly up to the level of an external world, and fell into give and take with a burly broad communicative man ; located in London, but born in the North, in view of Durham cathedral, as he thanked his Lord ; who was of the order of pork- butcher; which succulent calling had carried him down to near upon the borders of Surrey and Sussex, some miles beyond the new big house of a Mister whose name he had forgotten, though he had heard it mentioned by an acquain- tance interested in the gentleman's doings. But his object was to have a look at a rare breed of swine, worth the journey; that didn't run to fat so much as to flavour, had longer legs, sharp snouts to plumjD their hams; over from Spain, it seemed ; and the gentleman owning them was for selling them, finding them wild past correction. But the acquaintance mentioned, who was down to visit t'other gentleman's big new edifice in workman's hands, had a mother, who had been cook to a family, and was now widow of a cook's shop; ham, beef, and sausages, prime pies to order ; and a good specimen herself ; and if ever her son saw her spirit at his bedside, there wouldn't be room for much else in that chamber— supposing us to keep our shapes. But he was the right sort of son, anxious to push his mother's sho]^ where ho saw a chance, and do it cheap; and those foreign pigs, after a disappointment to their imp(;rler, might be had pretty cheap, and were accounted tasty. 86 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Skepsey's main thought was upon war : the man had discoursed of pigs. He informed the man of his having heard from a scholar, that pigs had been the cause of more bloody battles than any other animal. How so? the pork-butcher asked, and said he was not much of a scholar, and pigs might be provoking, but he had not heard they were a cause of strife betAveen man and man. For possession of them, Skepsey explained. Oh! possession! "Why, we've heard of bloody battles for the possession of women ! Men will fight for almost anything they care to get or call their own, the pork-butcher said ; and he praised Old England for avoiding war. SkejDsey nodded. How if war is forced on us ? — Then we fight. — Suppose we are not pre- pared ? — "We soon get that up. — Skepsey requested him to state the degree of resistance he might think he could bring against a pair of skilful fists, in a place out of hearing of the police. " Say, yoii, ! " said the pork-butcher, and sharply smiled, for he was a man of size. " I would give you two minutes," rejoined Skepsey, eyeing him intently and kindly : insomuch that it could be seen he was not in the conundrum vein. " Eather short allowance, eh, master ? " said the bigger man. " Feel here ; " he straightened out his arm and doubled it, raising a proud bridge of muscle. Skepsey performed the national homage to muscle. "Twice that, would not help without the science," he remarked, and let his arm be gripped in turn. The pork-butcher's throat sounded, as it were, commas and colons, punctuations in his reflections, while he tightened fingers along the iron lump. " Stringy. You're a wiry one, no mistake." It was encomium. With the ingrained con- tempt of size for a smallness that has not yet taught it the prostrating lesson, he said : " Weight tells." " In a wrestle," Skepsey admitted. " Allow me to say, you would not touch me." " And how do you know I'm not a triflo handy with the maulers myself? " " You will pardon me for saying, it would be worse for you if you were." The pork-butcher was flung backward, " Are you a Pro- fessor, may I inquire ? " SKEPSEY IN MOTION. 87 Skepsey rejected the title. " I can engage to teacli young men, upon a proper observance of first principles." " They be hanged ! " cried the ruffled pork-butcher. " Our best men never got it out of books. Now, you tell me — you've got a spiflicating style of talk about you : — no brag, you tell me — course, the best man wins, if you mean that : — now, if I was one of 'em, and I fetches you a bit of a flick, how then? Would you be ready to step out with a real Professor ? " " I should claim a fair field," was the answer, made in modesty. " And you'd expect to whop me with they there principles of yours? " " I should expect to." " Bang me ! " was roared. After a stare at the mild little figure with the fitfully dead-levelled large grey eyes in front of him, the pork-butcher resumed : " Take you for the man you say you be, you're just the man for my friend Jarn and me. He dearly loves to see a set-to, self the same. What prettier ? And if you would be so obliging some day as to favour us with a display, we'd head a cap conformably, whether you'd the best of it, according to your expectations, or t'other way : — For there never was shame in a jolly good licking ! as the song says : that is, if you take it and make it appear yoZ/i/ good. — And find you an opponent meet and fit, never doubt. Ever had the worse of an encounter, sir ? " " Often, sir." "Well, that's good. And it didn't destroy your con- fidence ? " " Added to it, I hope." At this point, it became a crying necessity for Skepsey to escape from an area of boastfulness, into which he had fallen inadvertently; and ho hastened to apologize 'for his per- sonal reference,' that was intended for an illustration of our country caught unawares by a highly trained picked soldiery, inferior in numbers to the patriotic levies, but sharp at the edge and knowing how to strike. Measure the axe, measure the tree ; and which goes down first ? "Invasion, is it? — and you mean, we're not to hit back ?" the pork-butcber bellowed, and presently secured a mur- mured approbation from an audience of three, that had begun to comprehend the dialogue, and strengthened him in a manner 83 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. to tcacla Skopsey tlio foolishness of ever uri^lng analopjies of too extended a circle to close sharply on the mark. He had no longer a chance, he was overborne, identified with the fated invader, rolled away into the chops of the Channel, to bo swallowed up entire, and not a rag left of him, but John Bull tucking up his shirt-sleeves on the shingle beach, ready for a second or a third ; crying to them to come on. "Warmed by his Bullish victory, and friendly to the van- quished, the pork-butcher told Skepsey he should like to see more of him, and introduced himself on a card : Benjamin Shaplow, not far from the Bank. They parted at the Terminus, where three shrieks of an engine, sounding like merry messages of the damned to their congeners in the anticipatory stench of the cab-drop- pings above, disconnected sane hearing ; perverted it, no doubt. Or else it was the stamp of a particular name on his mind, Avhich impressed Skepsey, as he bored down the street and across the bridge, to fancy in recollection, that Mr. Shap- low, when reiterating the wish for self and friend to witness a display of his cunning with the fists, had spoken the name of Jarniman. An unusual name : yet more than one Jarni- man might well exist. And unlikely that a friend of the pork-butcher would be the person whom Mr. Radnor first prohibited and then desired to receive. It hardly mat- tered : — considering that the Dutch Navy did really, in- credible as it seems now, come sailing a good way up the Eiver Thames, into the very main artery of Old England. And what thought the Tower of it? Skepsey looked at the Tower in sympathy-, wondering whether the Tower had seen those impudent Dutch : a nice people at home, he had heard. Mr. Shaplow's Jarniman might actually be Mr. Eadnor's, he inclined to think. At any rale ho wa:> now sure of the name. ( 80 ) CHAPTER XI. WHEREIN AVE BEHOLD lilE COUPLE JUSTIFIED OF LOVE HAVING SIGHT OF THEIR SCOURGE. Fenellan, in a musing exclamation, tliat was quite spon- taneous, had put a picture on the departing Skepsey, as observed from an end of the Lakelands upper terrace-walk. " Queer little water- wagtail it is ! " And Lady Grace Halley and Miss Graves and Mrs. Cormyn, snugly silken dry ones, were so taken with the pretty likeness after hearing Victor call the tripping dripping creature the happiest man in England, that they nursed it in their minds for a Bewick tailpiece to the chapter of a pleasant rural day. It imbedded the day in an idea that it had been rural. We are indebted almost for construction to those who will define us briefly : we are but scattered leaves to the general comprehension of us until such a work of binding and label- ling is done. And should the definition be not so correct as brevity pretends to make it at one stroke, we are at least rendered portable; thus we pass into the conceptions of our fellows, into the records, down to posterity. Anecdotes of England's happiest man were related, outlines of his personal history requested. His nomination in chief among the traditionally very merry Islanders was hardly borne out by the tale of his enchainment with a drunken yokefellow — unless upon the Durance version of the felicity of his country- men ; still, the water-wagtail carried it, Skepsey trotted into memories. Heroes conducted up Fame's temple-steps by ceremonious historians, who are studious, when the platform is reached, of the art of setting them beneath the flambeau of a final image, before thrusting them inside to be rivetted on their pedestals, have an excellent chance of doing the same, let but the provident narrators direct that image to paint the thing a moth-like humanity desires, in the thing it shrinks from. Miss Priscilla Graves now fastened her meditations u2:)on Skepsey ; and it was important to him. Tobacco withdrew the haunting shadow of the Eev. Septimus Barmby from Nesta, She strolled beside Louise do Seilles, to bx'eathe sweet-sweet in the dear friend's car and tell her 90 ONE OF OUR CONQUEROES. sho loved her. The presence of the German had, without rousing animosity, damped the young Frenchwoman, even to a revulsion when her feelings had been touched by hearing praise of her France, and wounded by the subjects of the praise. She bore the national scar, M^hich is barely skin- clothing of a gash that will not heal since her country was overthrown and dismembered. Colney Durance could excuse the unreasonableness in her, for it had a dignity, and she controlled it, and quietly suffered, trusting to the steady, tireless, concentrated aim of her France. In the Gallic mind of our time, France appears as a prematurely buried Glory, that heaves the mound oppressing breath and cannot cease ; and calls hourly, at times keenly, to be remembered, rescued from the pain and the mould-spots of that foul sepulture. Mademoiselle and Colney were friends, partly divided by her speaking once of reranc/ie; whereupon he assumed the chair of the Moralist, with its right to lecture, and went over to the enemy; his talk savoured of a German. Our holding of the balance, taking two sides, is incomprehensible to a people quivering with the double wound to body and soul. She was of Breton blood. Cymric enough was in Nesta to catch any thrill from her and join to her mood, if it hung out a colour sad or gay, and was noble, as any mood of this dear Louise would surely be. Nataly was not so sympathetic. Only the Welsh and pure Irish are quick at the feelings of the Celtic French. Nataly came of a Yorkshire stock ; she had the bravery, humaneness and generous temper of our civilized North, and a taste for mademoiselle's fine breeding, with a distaste for the singular air of sujoeriority in composure which it was granted to mademoiselle to wear with an unassailable reserve when the roughness of the commercial boor was obtrusive. She said of her to Colney, as they watched the couple strolling by the lake below: "Nesta brings her out of her frosts. 1 suppose it's the presence of Dr. Schlesien. I have known it the same after an evening of Wagner's music." " Eichard Wagner Germanized ridicule of the French when they were down," said Colney. " She comes of a blood that never forgives." " ' Never forgives ' is horrible to think of ! I fancied you liked your ' Kelts,' as you call them." Colney seized on a topic that shelved a less agreeable one SIGHT OF THEIR SCOURGE. 91 that lie saw coming. " You English won't descend to under- stand what does not resemble you. The French are in a state of feverish patriotism. You refuse to treat them for a case of fever. They are lopped of a limb : you tell them to be at rest ! " " You know I am fond of them." " And the Kelts, as they are called, can't and won't forgive injuries ; look at Ireland, look at Wales, and the Keltic Scot. Have you heard them talk ? It happened in the year 1400 : it's alive to them as if it were yesterday. Old History is as dead to the English as their first father. They beg for the privilege of pulling the forelock to the bearers of the titles of the men who took their lands from them and turn them to the uses of cattle. The Saxon English had, no doubt, a heavier thrashing than any people allowed to subsist ever received : you see it to this day ; the crick of the neck at the name of a lord is now concealed and denied, but they have it and betray the effects ; and it's patent in their journals, all over their literature. Where it's not seen, another blood's at work. The Kelt won't accept that form of slavery. Let him be servile, supple, cunning, treacherous, and to appearance time-serving, he will always remember his day of manly independence and who robbed him : he is the poetic animal of the races of modern men." " You give him Pagan colours." " Natural colours. He does not offer the other cheek or turn his back to be kicked after a knock to the ground. Instead of asking him to forgive, which he cannot do, joii must teach him to admire. A mercantile community guided by Political Economy from the ledger to the banquet presided over by its Dagon-Capital, finds that difficult. However, there's the secret of him ; that I respect in him. His admiration of an enemy or oi^pressor doing great deeds, wins him entirely. Ho is an active spirit, not your negative passive letter-of-Scripture Insensible. And his faults, short of ferocity, are amusing." " But the fits of ferocity ! " " They are inconscient, real fits. They come of a hot nerve. Ho is manageable, sober too when his mind is charged. As to the French people, they arc the most mixed of any European nation ; so they are packed with contrasts : they are full of sentiment, they are sharply logical; free- 02 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. thinkers, devotees ; affectionate, ferocious ; frivolous, tena- cious ; the passion of the season operating like sun or moon on these qualities ; and they can reach to ideality out of sensualism. Below your level, they're above it : — a paradox is at home with them ! " " My friend, you speak seriously — an unusual compliment," Nataly said, and ungratefully continued : " You know what is occupying me. I want your opinion. I guess it. I want to hear — a mean thirst perhaps, and you would pay me any number of compliments to avoid the subject; but let me hear : — this house ! " Colney shrugged in resignation. " Victor works himself out," he replied. " We are to go through it all again ?" " If you have not the force to contain him." " How contain him ? " Up went Colney's shoulders. " You may see it all before you," he said, " straight as the Seine chaussee from the hill of La Eoche Guyon." He looked for her recollection of the scene. " Ah, the happy ramble that j'ear ! " she cried. " And my Nesta just seven. We had been six months at Craye. Every day of our life together looks happy to me, looking back, though I know that every day had the same troubles. I don't think I'm deficient in courage ; I think I could meet. . . . But the false position so cruelly w^eakens me. I am no woman's equal when I have to receive or visit. It seems easier to meet the worst in life — danger, death, anything. Pardon me for talking so. Perhaps we need not have left Craye or Creckholt . . . ? " she hinted an interrogation. "Though I am not sorry; it is not good to be where one tastes poison. Here it may be as deadly, worse. Dear friend, I am so glad you remember La Eoche Guyon. He was popular with the dear French people," " In spite of his accent." " It is not so bad ! " "And that you'll defend ! " " Consider : these neighbours we come among ; they may have heard. ..." " Act on the assumption." "You forget the principal character, Victor promises; he may have learnt a lesson at Creckholt. But look at this eiGHT OP THElR SCOURGE. OS house he has ouilt. How can I — any woman— contain him ! He must have society." ''Paraitre!" " He must be in the front. He has talked of Parliament." Colney's liver took the thrust of a skewer through it. He spoke as in meditative encomium : " His entry into Parlia- ment would promote himself and family to a station of eminence naked over the Clock Tower of the House." She moaned. " At the vilest, I cannot regret my conduct — bear what I may. I can bear real pain : what kills me is, the suspicion. And I feel it like a guilty wretch! And I do not feel the guilt ! I should do the same again, on reflection. I do believe it saved him. I do ; oh ! I do, I do. I cannot expect my family to see with my ej'^es. You know them — my brother and sisters think I have disgraced them ; they put no value on my saving him. It sounds childish ; it is true. He had fallen into a terrible black mood." " He had an hour of gloom." " An hour ! " "But an hour, with him ! It means a good deal." "Ah, friend, I take your words. He sinks terribly when he sinks at all. — Spare us a little while. — We have to judge of what is good in the circumstances : — I hear your reply ! But the principal for me to study is Victor. You have accused me of being tlie voice of the enamoured woman. I follow him, I know; I try to advise; I find it is wisdom to submit. My people regard my behaviour as a wickedness or a madness. I did save him. I joined my fate with his. I am his mate, to help, and I cannot oppose him, to distract him. I do my utmost for privacy. He 7niist entertain. Believe me, I feel for them — sisters and brother. And now that my sisters are married. . . . My brother has a man's hardness." "Colonel Dreighton did not speak harshly, at our last meeting." " He spoke of mo ? " "He spoke in the tone of a brother." "Victor promises — I won't repeat it. Yes, I see the house ! There appears to be a prospect, a hope — I cannot allude to it. Craye and Creckholt may have been some lesson to him.— Selwyn spoke of me kindly? Ah, yes, it is the way with my people to pretend that Victor has been the 94 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. ruin of me, tlmt tliey luaj' come round to family sentiments. In the same way, his relatives, the Duvidney ladies, have their picture of the woman misleading him. Imagine me the naughty adventuress ! " — Xataly falsified the thought insurgent at her heart, in adding : " I do not say I am blameless." It was a concession to the circumambient enemy, of whom even a good friend was a part, and not better than a respectful emissary. The dearest of her friends belonged to that hostile world. Only Victor, no other, stood with her against the world. Her child, yes; the love of her child she had; but the child's destiny was an alien phantom, looking at her with harder eyes than she had vision of in her family. She did not say she was blameless, did not affect the thought. She would have wished to say, for small encouragement she would have said, that her case could be pleaded. Colney's features were not inviting, though the expression was not repellent. She sighed deeply; and to count on something helpful by mentioning it, reverted to the ' jiros- pect ' which there appeared to be. " Victor speaks of the certainty of his release." His release ! Her language pricked a satirist's gall-bladder. Colne}'- refrained from speaking to wound, and enjoyed a silence that did it. "Do you see any possibility? — you knew her," she said coldly. " Counting the number of times he has been expecting the release, he is bound to believe it near at hand." " You don't ? " she asked : her bosom was up in a crisis of expectation for the answer : and on a pause of half-a-minute, she could have uttered the answer herself He perceived the insane eagerness through her mask, and despised it, pitying the woman. "And you don't," he said. " You catch at delusions, to excuse the steps yoii consent to take. Or you want me to wear the blinkers, the better to hoodwink your own eyes. You see it as well as I : — if you enter that house, you have to go through the same as at Creckholt : — and he'll be the first to take fright." " No-" " He finds you in tears : he is immensely devoted ; he flings up all to protect ' his Nataly.' " " No : you are unjust to him. He icoxild fling up all :— '' SIGHT OF THEIE SCOURGE. 95 "But his Nataly prefers to be dragged throiigli fire? As you please ! " She bowed to her chastisement. One motive in her con- sultation with him came of the knowledge of his capacity to inflict it and his honesty in the act, and a thirst she had to hear the truth loud-tongued from him ; together with a feeling that he was excessive and satii'ic, not to be read by the letter of his words : and in consequence, she could bear the lash from him, and tell her soul that he overdid it, and have an unjustly-treated self to cherish. — But in very truth she was a woman who loved to hear the truth; she was formed to love the truth her position reduced her to violate ; she esteemed the hearing it as medical to her; she selected for coi^nsellor him who would apply it : so far she went on the straight way ; and the desire for a sustaining deception from the mouth of a trustworthy man set her hanging on his utterances with an anxious hope of the reverse of what was to come and what she herself apprehended, such as checked her pulses and iced her feet and fingers. The reason being, not that she was craven or absurd or paradoxical, but that, living at an intenser strain upon her nature than she or any around her knew, her strength snapped, she broke down by chance there where Colney was rendered spiteful in beholding the display of her inconsequent if not puling sex. She might have sought his counsel on another subject, if a paralyzing chill of her frame in the foreview of it had allowed her to speak : she felt grave alarms in one direction, where Nesta stood in the eye of her father; besides an unformed dread that the simplicity in generosity of Victor's nature was doomed to show signs of dross ultimately, under the necessity he imposed upon himself to run out his fore- casts, and scheme, and defensively compel the world to serve his ends, for the protection of those dear to him. At :nght he was particularly urgent with her for the harmonious duct in praise of Lakelands ; and j^lied her with questions all round and about it, to bring out the dulcet accord. He dwelt on his choice of costly marbles, his fire- place and mantelpiece designs, the great hall, and suggestions for imposing and beautiful furniture; concordantly enough, for the large, the lofty and rich of colour won her enthusiasm ; but overwhelmingly to any mood of resistance ; and stiangely in a man who had of late been adopting, as if his own, a 96 ONE OP OUR CONQUERORS. modern tone, or the social and literary hints of it, relating to the right uses of wealth, and the duty as well as the delight of living simply. " Fredi was pleased." " Yes, she was, dear." "She is our girl, m_y love. 'I could live and die here!' Live, she may. There's room enough." Nataly saw the door of a covert communication pointed at in that remark. She gathered herself for an eflbrt to do battle. " She's quite a child, Victor." " The time begins to run. We have to look forward now : — I declare, it's I who seem the provident mother for Fredi ! " " Let our girl wait ; don't hurry her mind to. . . . She is happy with her father and mother. She is in the happiest time of her life, before those feelings distract." " If we see good fortune for her, we can't let it pass her." A pang of the resolution now to debate the case with Victor, which would be of necessity to do the avoided thing and roll up the forbidden curtain opening on their whole history past and prospective, was met in Nataly's bosom by the more bitter immediate confession that she was not his match. To speak would be to succumb ; and shamefully after the effort; and hopelessly after being overborne by him. There was not the anticipation of a set contest to animate the woman's naturally valiant heart; he was too strong : and his vividness in urgency overcame her in advance, fascinated her sensibility through recollection ; he fanned an inclination, lighted it to make it a passion, a frenzied resolve — she remembered how and when. She had quivering cause to remember the fateful day of her step, in a letter received that morning from a married sister, con- taining no word of endearment or proposal for a meeting. An unregretted day, if Victor would think of the dues to others; that is, would take station with the world to see his reflected position, instead of seeing it through their self- justifying knowledge of the honourable truth of their love, and pressing to claim and snatch at whatsoever the world bestows on its orderly subjects. They had done evil to no one as yet. Nataly thought that ; notwithstanding the outcry of the ancient and withered woman who bore Victor Radnor's name : for whom, in con- SIGHT OF THEtR SC0URG13. 97 sequence of the rod the woman had used, this tenderest of hearts could summon no emotion. If she had it, the thing was not to be hauled up to consciousness. Her feeling was, that she forgave the wrinkled Malignity : pity and contrition dissolving in the eflFort to produce the placable forgiveness. She was frigid because she knew rightly of herself, that she in the place of power would never have struck so meanly. But the mainspring of the feeling in an almost remorseless bosom drew from certain chance expressions of retrospective physical distaste on Victor's part ; — hard to keep from a short utterance between the nuptial two, of whom the uushamed exuberant male has found the sweet reverse in his mate, a haven of heavenliness, to delight in: — these conjoined with a woman's unspoken pleading ideas of her own, on her own behalf, had armed her jealously in vindica- tion of Nature. Now, as long as they did no palpable wrong about them, Nataly could argue her case in her conscience — deep down and out of hearing, where women under scourge of the laws they have not helped decree may and do deliver their minds. She stood in that subterranean recess for Nature against the Institutions of Man : a woman little adapted for the post of rebel ; but to this, by the ageucy of circumstances, it had come ; she who was designed by nature to be an ornament of those Institutions opposed them : and when thinking of the rights and the conduct of the decrepit Legitimate — virulent in a heathen vindictiveness declaring itself holy — she had Nature's logic, Nature's voice, for self-defence. It was eloquent with her, to the deafening of other voices in herself, even to the convincing of herself, when she was wrought by the fires within to feel elementally. The other voices within her issued of the acknowledged dues to her family and to the world — the civilization protecting women : sentences thereanent in modern books and journals. But the remembrance of moods of fiery exaltation, when the Nature she called by name of Love raised the chorus within to stop all outer buzzing, was, in a perpetual struggle with a whirl- pool, a constant support while she and Victor Avere one at heart. The sense of her standing alone made her sway ; and a thought of differences with him caused frightful appre- hensions of the abyss. Luxuriously slio applied to his public life for witness that H 98 ONE OF OUK CONQUEROES. ho had governed wisely as well as affectionately so long ; and he might therefore, with the chorussing of the world of public men, expect a woman blindfold to follow his lead. But no; we may be rebels against our time and its Laws: if wo are really for Nature, we are not lawless. Nataly's untutored scruples, which came side by side with her ability to plead for her acts, restrained her from complicity in the ensnaring of a young man of social rank to espouse the daughter of a couple socially insurgent — stained, to common thinking, should denunciation come. The Nature upholding her fled at a vision of a stranger entangled. Pitiable to reflect, that he was not one of the adventurer-lords of prey who hunt and run down shadowed heiresses and are con- gratulated on their luck in a tolerating country ! How was the young man to be warned ? How, under the happiest of suppositions, propitiate his family ! And such a family, if consenting with knowledge, would consent only for the love of money. It was angling with as vile a bait as the rascal lord's. Humiliation hung on the scheme ; it struck to scorch- ing in the contemplation of it. And it darkened her reading of Victor's character. She did not ask for the specification of a "good fortune that might pass ; " wishing to save him from his wonted twists of elusiveness, and herself with him from the dread discussion it involved upon one point. " The day was pleasant to all, except perhaps poor made- moiselle," she said. " Peridon should have come? " " Present or absent, his chances are not brilliant, I fear." " And Pempton and Priscy ! " " They are growing cooler ! " "With their grotesque objections to one another's habits at table ! " " Can we ever hope to get them over it?" " When Priscy drinks Port and Pempton munches beef, Colney says." " I should say, when they feel warmly enough to think little of their difterences." " Fire smoothes the creases, yes ; and fire is what they're both wanting in. Though Priscy has Concert-pathos in her voice : — couldn't act a bit ! And Pempton's 'cello tones now and then have gone through me — simply from his fiddle- MEMBERS OF A HOUSEHOLD. 99 bow, I believe. Don't talk to me of feeling in a couple, witliin reach of one another and sniiEng objections. — Good, then, for a successful day to-day so far?" Ho neared hei% wooing her ; and she assented, with a franker smile than she had worn through the day. The common burden on their hearts — the simple discussion to come of the task of communicating dire actualities to their innocent Nesta — was laid aside. CHAPTER XII. TREATS OF THE DUMBXESS POSSIBLE WITH MEJIBERS OF A HOUSE- HOLD HAVING ONE HEART. Two that live together in union are supposed to be intimate on every leaf. I'articularly Avhen they love one another and the cause they have at heart is common to them in equal measure, the uses of a cordial familiarity forbid reserves upon important matters between them, as we think ; not thinking of an imposed secretiveness, beneath the false external of submissiveness, which comes of an experience of repeated inefficiency to maintain a case in opposition, on the part of the loquently weaker of the pair. In Constitutional King- doms a powerful Government needs not to be tyrannical to lean oppressively ; it is more serviceable to party than agree- able to country ; and where the alliance of men and women binds a loving couple, of whom one is a torrent of persuasion, their diiferings are likely to make the other resemble a log of the torrent. It is borne along; it dreams of a distant corner of the way for a determined stand; it consents to its whirling in anticipation of an undated hour when it will no longer be neutral. I There may be, moreover, while each has the key of the fellow breast, a mutiially sensitive nerve to protest against intrusion of light or sound. The cloud over the name of tlieir girl could now strike Natal}^ and Victor dumb in their taking of counsel. She divined that his hint had encouraged him to bring the crisis nearer, and he that her compreliension had become tremblingly awake. They shrank, each of them, the more from an end drawing closely into view. All sub- 100 ONE OF OtJR CONQUEHORS. jects glooming oft or darkening up to it were sTiunncd by them verbally, and if they found themselves entering beneath that shadow, conversation passed to an involuntary gesture, more explicit with him, significant of the prohibited, though not acknowledging it. All the stronger was it Victor's purpose, leaping in his fashion to the cover of action as an escape from perplexity, to burn and scheme for the wedding of their girl — the safe Avedding of that dearest, to have her protected, secure, with the world warm about her. And he well knew why his Katal}' had her look of a closed vault (threatening, if opened, to thunder upon Lift>) when he drojoped his further hints. He chose to call it feminine inconsistency, in a woman who w^alked abroad with a basket of marriage ties for the market on her arm. He knew that she would soon have to speak the dark words to their girl; and the idea of any doing of it, caught at his throat. Eeasonably she dreaded the mother's task ; pardonably indeed. But it is for the mother to do, with a girl. He deputed it lightly to the mother because ho could see himself stating the facts to a son. " And, my dear boy, you will from this day draw your five thousand a year, and we double it on the day of your marriage, living at Lakelands or where you will." His desire for his girl's protection by the name of one of our great Families, urged him to bind Nataly to the fact, with the argument, that it was preferable for the girl to hear their story during her green early youth, while she reposed her beautiful blind faith in the discretion of her parents, and as an immediate step to the placing of her hand in a husband's. He feared that her mother required schooling to tell the story vindicatingly and proudly, in a manner to dis- tinguish instead of degrading or temporarily seeming to accept degradation. The world would weigh on her confession of the weight of the w^orld on her child ; she would want inciting and strengthening, if one judged of her capacity to meet the trial by her recent bearing ; and how was he to do it ! He could not imagine himself encountering the startled, tremulous, nascent intelligence in those pure brown dark-lashed eyes of Nesta ; he pitied the poor mother. Fancifully directing her to say this and that to the girl, his tongue ran till it was cut from his heart and left to wag dead colourless words. MEMBERS OF A HOUSEHOLD. 101 The prospect of a similar business of exposition, cer(ainly devolving upon the father in treaty with the fortunate youth, gripped at his vitals a minute, so intense was his pride in appearing woundless and scarless, a shining surface, like pure health's, in the sight of men. Nevertheless he skimmed the story, much as a lecturer strikes his wand on the prominent places of a map, that is to show us how ho arrived at the principal point, which we are all agreed to find chiefly interesting. This with Victor was the naming of Nesta's bridal endowment. He rushed to it. " My girl will have ten thousand a year settled on her the day of her marriage." Choice of living at Lakelands was offered. It helped him over the unpleasant part of that interview. At the same time, it moved him to a curious contempt of the youth. He had to conjure-up an image of the young man in person, to correct the sentiment : and it remained as a kind of bruise only half cured. Mr. Dudley Sowerby was not one of the youths whose presence would rectify such an abstract estimate of the genus pursuer. He now came frequently of an evening, to practise a duet for flutes with Victor; — a Mercadante, honeyed and flowing ; too honeyed to suit a style that, as Fcnellan characterized it to Nataly, went through the music somewhat like an inquisitive tourist in a foreign town, conscientious to get to the end of the work of pleasure ; until the notes had become familiar, when it rather resem- bled a constable's walk along the midnight streets into collision with a garlanded roystercr; and the man of order and the man of passion, true to the measure though they were, seeming to dissent, almost to wrangle, in their different ways of winding out the melody, on to the last movement ; which was plainly a question between homo to the strayed lover's quarters or off to the lock-up. Victor was altogether the younger of the two. But his vehement accompaniment was a tutorship ; Mr. Sowerby improved ; it was admitted by Nesta and mademoiselle that he gained a show of feeling ; he had learnt that feeling was wanted. Passicm, he had not a notion of: otherwise he would not bo delaying; — -the interview, dramatized by the father of the young bud of womanhood, would be taking place, and the entry into Lakelands calculable, for Nataly's comfort, as under the a3gis of the Cantor earldom. Gossip flica to a wider circle 102 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. round the members of a great titled family, is inaudible; or no longer the diptherian whisper the commonalty hear of the commonalty : and so we see the social uses of our aris- tocracy survive. We do not want the shield of any familj' ; it is the situation that wants it ; Nataly ought to be awake to the fact. One blow and we have silenced our enemy : Xesta's wedding-day has relieved her parents. ' Victor's thoughts upon the instrument for striking that blow, led him to suppose Mr. Sowerby might be meditating on the extent of the young lady's fortune. He talked randomly of money, in a way to shatter Nataly's conception of him. He talked of City affairs at table, as it had been his practise to shun the doing; and hit the resounding note on mines, which have risen in the market like the crest of a serpent, casting a certain spell upon the mercantile under- standing. " Fredi's diamonds from her own mine, or what once was — and she still reserves a share," were to be shown to Mr. Sowerby. » Kataly respected the young fellow for not displaying avidity at the flourish of the bait, however it might be affecting him; and she fancied that he did laboriously, in his way earnestly, study her girl, to sound for harmony between them, previous to a wooing. She was a closer reader of social character than Victor; from refraining to run on the broad lines which are but faintly illustrative of the individual one in being common to all — unless Ave have hit by chance on an example of the downright in roguery or folly or simple goodness. Mr. Sowei'bj's bearing to Kesta was hardly warmed by the glitter of diamonds. His next visit showed him livelier in courtliness, brighter, fresher; but that was always his way at the commencement of every visit, as if his reflections on the foregone had come to a satisfactory conclusion ; and the labours of the new study of the maiden ensued again in due course to deaden him. ) Gentleman he was. In the recognition of his quality as a man of principle and breeding, Nataly was condemned by thoughts of Xesta's future to question whether word or act of hers shoiald, if inclination on both sides existed, stand between her girl and a true gentleman. She counselled herself, as if the counsel were in requisition, to be passive ; and so doing, she more acutely than Victor — save in his chance flashes — discerned the twist of her very nature MEMBERS OF A HOUSEHOLD. 103 caused by their false position. And lier panacea for ills, the lost little cottage, would not have averted it : she would there have had the same coveting desire to name a man of breeding, honour, station, for Nesta's husband. Perhaps in the cottage, choosing at leisure, her consent to see the brilliant young creature tied to the best of dull men would have been unready, without the girl to push it. For the Hon. Dudley was lamentably her pupil in liveliness; he took the second part, as it is painful for a woman with the old-fashioned ideas upon the leading of the sexes to behold ; resembling in his look the deaf, who constantly require to have an observation repeated ; resembling the most intelli- gent of animals, which we do not name, and wo reprove ourselves for seeing a likeness. Yet the likeness or apparent likeness would suggest that we have not so much to fear upon the day of the explanation to him. Some gain is there. Shameful thought ! Nataly hastened her mind to gather many instances or indications testifying to the sterling substance in young Mr. Sowerby, such as a mother would pray for her son-in-law to possess. She discovered herself feeling as the burdened mother, not providently for her girl, in the choice of a mate. The perception was clear, and not the less did she continue working at the embroidery of Mr. Sowerby on the basis of his excellent moral foundations, all the while hoping, praying, that he might not be lured on to the proposal for Nesta. But her subservience to the power of the persuasive will in Victor — which was like the rush of a conflagration — compelled her to think realizingly of any scheme he allowed her darkly to read. Opposition to him, was comparable to the stand of blocks of timber before flame. Colney Durance had done her the mischief we take from the pessimist when we are over- weighted : in darkening the vision of external aid from man or circumstance to one who felt herself mastered. Victor could make her treacherous to her wishes, in revolt against them, though the heart protested. His first conquest of her was in her blood, to weaken a spirit of resistance. For the precedent of submission is a charm upon the faint-hearted through love : it unwinds, unwills them. Nataly resolved fixedly, that there must bo a day for speaking; and she had her moral susfainmont in the resolve; she had also a tor- menting consciousness of material support in the thought, 104 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. that the day was not present, was possibly distant, might never arrive. "Would Victor's release come sooner? And that was a prospect bearing resemblance to hopes of the cure of a malady through a sharp operation. These were matters going on behind the curtain; as wholly vital to her, and with him at times almost as domi- nant, as the spiritual in memory, when flesh has left but its shining track in dust of a soul outwritten ; and all their talk related to the purchase of furniture, the expeditions to Lakelands, music, public affairs, the pardonable foibles of friends created to amuse their fellows, operatic heroes and heroines, exhibitions of pictures, the sorrows of Crowned Heads, so serviceable ever to mankind as an admonition to the ambitious, a salve to the envious!— in fine, whatsoever can entertain or affect the most social of couples, domesti- cally without a care to appearance. And so far they par- tially — dramaticall}' — deceived themselves by imposing on the world while they talked and duetted ; for the purchase of furniture from a flowing purse is a cheerful occupation; also a City issuing out of hospital, like this poor City of London, inspires good citizens to healthy activity. But the silence upon what they were most bent on, had the sinister effect upon Victor, of ohscuring his mental hold of the beloved woman, drifting her away from him. In communi- cating Fenellan's news through the lawyer Carling of Mrs. Burman's intentions, he was aware that there was an obstacle to his being huggingly genial, even candidly genial with her, until he could deal out further news, corroborative and consecutive, to show the action of things as progressive. Fenellan had sunk into his usual apathy : — and might plead the impossibility of his moving faster than the woman pro- fessing to transform herself into beneficence out of malignitj'; — one could hear him saying the words ! Victor had not seen him since last Concert evening, and he deemed it as well to hear the words Fenellan's mouth had to say. He called at an early hour of the "\\'estward tidal flow at the Insujance Office looking over the stormy square of the first of Seamen. ( 105 ) CHAPTER XIII. THE LATEST OF JIRS. BURMAN". After cursory remarks about tlie business of the Office and his friend's contributions to periodical literature, in which he was interested for as long as ho had assurance that the safe income depending ujJon official duties was not en- dangered by them, Victor kicked his heels to and fro. Fenellan waited for him to lead. "Have you seen that man, her lawyer, again?" " I have dined with Mr. Carling : — capital claret." Emptiness was in the reply. Victor curbed himself and said : " By the way, you're not likely to have dealings with Blathenoy. The fellow has a screw to the back of a shifty eye ; I see it at work to fix the look for business. I shall sit on the Board of my Bank. One hears things. He lives in style at Wrensham. By the w^ay, Fredi has little Mab Mountney from Creckholt staying with her. You said of little Mabsy — ' Here she comes into the room all pink and white, like a daisy.' She's tho dai.sy still ; reminds us of our girl at that age. — So, then, we come to another dead block I " "Well, no; it's a chemist's shop, if that helps us on," said Fenellan, settling to a new posture in his chair. " She's there of an afternoon for hours." " You mean it's she?" " The lady. I'll tell you. I have it from Carling, worthy man ; and lawyers can be brought to untruss a point over a cup of claret. He's a bit of a ' Mackenzie Man,' as old aunts of mine used to say at home — a Man of Feeling. Thinks he knows the world, from having sifted and sorted a lot of our dustbins ; as the modern Kealists imagine it's an exposition of positive human nature when they've pulled down our noses to the worst parts — if there's a worse where all are useful : but tho Eealisin of the dogs is to have us by the nose: — excite it and befoul it, and you're fearfully credible! You don't read that olfactory literatui'o. How- ever, friend Carling is a conciliatory carle. Three or four days of the week the lady, ho fays, drives to her chemist's, lOG ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. and tliere she sits in the shop ; round the corner, as j'ou enter; and sees all Charing in the shop looking-glass at the back ; herself a stranger spectacle, poor lad}", if Carling's picture of her is not overdone ; with her fashionable no- bonnet striding the contribution chignon on the crown, and a huge square green shade over her forehead. Sits hours long, and cocks her ears at orders of applicants for drugs across the counter, and sometimes catches wind of a pre- scription, and consults her chemist, and thinks she'll try it herself. It's a basket of medicine bottles driven to Regent's Park pretty well every day." " Ha ! Eegent's Park ! " exclaimed Victor, and shook at recollections of the district and the number of the house, dismal to him. London buried the woman deep until a mention of her sent her flaring over London. " A chemist's shop ! She sits there ? " " Mrs. Burman. "We pass by the shop." " She had always a turn for drugs. — Not far from here, did you say ? And every day ! under a green shade ? " "Dear fellow, don't be suggesting ballads ; we'll go now," said Fenellan. "It's true it's like sitting on the banks of the Stygian waters." He spied at an obsequious watch, that told him it was time to quit the office. " You've done nothing ? " Victor asked in a tone of no expectation. " Only to hear that her latest medical man is Themison." " AVhere did you hear ? " "Across the counter of Boyle and Luckwort, the lady's chemists. I called the day before yesterday, after you were here at our last Board Meeting." " The Themison?" " The great Dr. Themison ; who kills you kindlier than most, and is much in request for it." " There's one of your echoes of Colney ! " Victor cried. " One gets dead sick of that worn-out old jibeing at doctors. They don't kill, you know very well. It's not to their interest to kill. They may take the relish out of life ; and upon my word, I believe that helps to keep the patient living ! " Fenellan sent an eye of discreet comic penetration travelling through his friend. THE LATEST OF MES. BUKMAN. 107 " The City's mending ; it's not the weary widow woman of the day when we capsized the diurnal with your royal Old Veuve," he said, as they trod the pavement. " Funny people, the English ! They give you all the primeing possible for amusement and jollity, and devil a sentry-box for the exercise of it; and if you shake a leg publicly, partner or not, you're marched oif to penitence. I complain, that they have no philosophical appreciation of human nature." "We pass the shop?" Victor interrupted him. " You're in view of it in a minute. And what a square, for recreative dancing ! And what a people, to be turning it into a place of political agitation ! And what a countr}^ where from morning to night it's an endless wrangle about the first conditions of existence ! Old Colney seems right now and then : — they're the offspring of pirates, and they've got the manners and tastes of their progenitors, and the trick of quarrelling everlastingly over the booty. I'd have band-music here for a couple of houis, three days of the week at the least ; and down in the East ; and that forsaken North quarter of London ; and the Baptist South too. But just as those omnibus- wheels are the miserable music of this London of ours, it's only too sadly true that the people are in the first rumble of the notion of the proper way to spend their lives. Now you see the shop: Boyle and Luckwort ; there." Victor looked. He threw his coat open, and pulled the waistcoat, and swelled it, ahemming. "That shop?" said he. And presently : " Fenellan, I'm not superstitious, I think. Now listen; I declare to you, on the day of our drinking Old Veuve together last — you remember it, — I walked home up this way across the square, and I was about to step into that identical shop, for some household prescrip- tion in my pocket, having forgotten Nataly's favourite City chemists Eenbird and Jay, when — I'm stating a fact — I distinctly — I'm sure of the shop — felt myself plucked back by the elbow ; pulled back : the kind of jjuII when you have to put a foot backward to keep your equilibrium." So docs memory inspired by the sensations contribute au additional item for the colouring of history. He touched the elbow, showed a flitting flico of crazed amazement in amusement, and shrugged and half-laughed, dismissing the incidontj as being perhaps, if his hearer chotiO 103 ONE OF OUn CONQUERORS. to have it so, a gem of the ruLLish iumbled into the dust- cart out of a rather exceptional househoklcr's experience. FeueHan smiled indulgently. " Queer things happen. I recollect reading in my green youth of a clergyman, who mounted a pulpit of the port where he was landed after his almost solitary rescue from a burning ship at midnight in mid-sea, to inform his congregation, that he had overnight of the catastrophe a personal Warning right in his ear from a Voice, when at his bed or bunk-side, about to perform the beautiful ceremony of undressing : and the Eev. gentleman w^as to lie down in his full uniform, not so much as to relieve himself of his hoofs, the Voice insisted twice; and he obeyed it, despite the discomfort to his poor feet; and he jumped Tip in his boots to the cry of Fire, and he got them providen- tially over the scuffling deck straight at the first rush into the boat awaiting them, and had them safe on and polished the day he preached the sermon of gratitude for the special deliverance. There was a "Warning ! and it might well be called, as he called it, from within. "We're cared for, never doubt. Aide-toi. Be ready dressed to help yourself in a calamity, or j-ou'll not stand in boots at your next Sermon, contrasting with the burnt. That soimds like the moral." " She could have seen me," Victor threw out an irritable suggestion. The idea of the recent propinquity set hatred in motion. " Scarcely likely. I'm told she sits looking on her lap, under the beetling shade, until she hears an order for tinctures or powders, or a mixture that strikes her fancy. It's possible to do more suicidal things than sit the after- noons in a chemist's shop and see poor creatures get their different passports to Orcus." Victor stepped mutely beneath the windows of the bellied glass-urns of chemical wash. The woman might be inside there now ! She might have seen his figure in the shop- mirror ! And she there ! The wonder of it all seemed to be, that his private history was not walking the streets. The thinness of the partition concealing it, hardly guaranteed a day's immunity: — because this woman would live in London, in order to have her choice of a central chemist's shop, where she could feed a ghastly imagination on the various recipes . . . and while it would have been so much healthier for her to be living in a recess of the country 1 THE LATEST OF MRS. BURMAN. 109 He muttered : " Diseases — drugs ! " Those were the corresponding two strokes of the pendulum which kept the woman going. " And deadly spite." That was the emanation of the monotonous horrible conflict, for which, and by which, the ■woman lived. In the neighbourhood of the shop, he could not l)ut think of her through the feelings of a man scorched by a furnace. A little further on, he said : *' Poor soul ! " He confessed to himself, that latterly he had, he knew not why, been impatient with her, rancorous in thought, as never before. He had hitherto aimed at a picturesque tolerance of her vindictiveness ; imder suffering, both at Craye and Creek- holt; and he had been really forgiving. He accused her of dragging him down to humanity's lowest. But if she did that, it argued the possession of a power of a sort. Her station in the chemist's shop he passed almost daily, appeared to him as a sudden and a terrific rush to the front ; though it was only a short drive from the house in Eegent's Park; but having shaken-ofif that house, he had pushed it back into mists, obliterated it. The woman certainly had a power. He shot away to the power he knew of in himself; his capacity for winning men in bodies, the host of them, when it came to an effort of liis energies: men and, individually, women. Individually, the women were to be counted on as well; warm supporters. It was the admission of a doubt that he might expect to enrol them collectively. Eyeing the men, ho felt his command of them. Glancing at congregated women, he had a chill. The Wivts and Spinsters in ghostly judicial assembly : that is, the phantom of the offended collective Avoinan : that is, the regnant Queen Idea issuing from our concourse of civilized life to govern Society, and pronounce on the orderly, the tolerable, the legal, and banish the rebellious : these maintained an aspect of the stand against him. Hid Nataly read the case: namely, that the crowned collective woman is not to be subdued? And what arc we 1o say of the indefinite but furcible Authority, when we see it upholding Mrs. Burmun to crush a woman like Natuly ! 110 ONE OF OUK CONQUERORS. Victor's novel exercises in reflection were bringing him by hard, degrees to conceive it to be the Impalpable which has prevailing weight. Not many of onr conquerors have scored their victories on the road of that index : nor has duration been granted them to behold the minute measure of value left even tangible after the dust of the conquest subsides. The passing by a shop where a broken old woman might be supposed to sit beneath her green forehead-shade — Venetian-blind of a henbane-visage ! — had precipitated him into his first real grasp of the abstract verity : and it opens on to new realms, which are a new world to the practical mind. But he made no advance. He stopped in a fever of sensibility, to contemplate the powerful formless vapour rolling from a source that was nothing other than yonder weak lonely woman. In other words, the human nature of the man was dragged to the school of its truancy by circumstances, for him to learn the commonest of sums done on a slate, in regard to payment of debts and the unrelaxing grip of the creditor on the deiaulter. Debtors are always paying : like those who are guilty of the easiest thing in life, the violation of Truth, they have made themselves bondmen to pay, if not in substance, then in soul ; and the nipping of the soul goes on for as long as the concrete burden is undischarged. You know the Liar; you must have seen him diminishing, until he has become a face without features, withdrawn to humanity's preliminary sketch (some half-dozen frayed threads of woeful outline on our original taj^estry-web) ; and he who did the easiest of things, he must from such time sweat in being the prodigy of inventive nimbleness, up to the day when he propitiates Truth by telling it again. There is a repentance that does reconstitute ! It may help to the traceing to springs of a fable whereby men have been guided thus far out of the wood. Victor would have said truly that he loved Truth ; that he paid every debt with a scrupulous exactitude : money, of course ; and prompt apologies for a short brush of his temper. Nay, he had such a conscience for the smallest eruptions of a transient irritability, that the wish to say a friendly mend- ing word to the Punctilio donkey of London Bridge, softened Ills retrospective view of the fall there, more than once. Although this man was a presentation to mankind of the THE LATEST OF MRS. BURMAN. Ill force in Nature wbicli drives to unresting speed, wbicli is the vitality of the heart seen at its beating after a plucking of it from the body, be knew himself for the reverse of lawless ; be inclined altogether to good citizenship. So social a man could not otherwise incline. But when it came to the examination of accounts between Mrs. Burman and himself, spasms of pbj'sical revulsion, loathings, bis exces- sive human nature, put her out of Court, To men, it was impossible for him to speak the torments of those days of the monstrous alliance. The heavens were cognizant. He pleaded bis case in their accustomed hearing : — a youngster tempted by wealth, attracted, besought, snared, revolted, &c. And Mrs. Burman, when roused to jealousy, had shown it by teazing him for a confession of his admiration of splendid points in the beautiful Nataly, the priceless fair woman living under their roof, a contrast of very life with the corpse and shroud ; and she seen by him daily, singing with him, her breath about him, her voice incessantly upon every chord of his being ! He pleaded successfully. But the silence following the verdict Avas heavy ; the silence contained an unheard thunder. It was the sound, as when out of Court the public is dis- satisfied with a verdict. Are we expected to commit a social outrage in exposing our whole case to the public? — Imagine it for a moment as done. Men are ours at a word — or at least a word of invitation. Women we woo ; fluent smooth versions of our tortures, mixed with permissible courtship, win the individual woman. And that unreasoning collective woman, icy, deadly, condemns the poor racked wretch who so much as remembers them ! She is the enemy of Nature. — Tell us how? She is the slave of existing conventions. — And from what cause ? She is the artificial production of a state that exalts her so long as she sacrifices daily and hourly to the artificial. Therefore she sides Avith Mrs. Burman — the foe of Nature : who, with her arts and gold lures, has now possession of the Law (the brass idol worsbij^tped by the collective) to drive Nature into desolation. He placed himself to the right of Mrs. Burman, for the world to behold the couple : and he lent the world a sigh of disgust. What he could not do, as in other matters be did, was to ir2 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. rise above the sitnation, in a splendid survey and rapid view of the means of reversing it. Ho Avas too social to be a captain of the socially insurgent ; imagination expired. But having a courageous Nataly to second him! — how then ? It was the succour needed. Then he would have been ready to teach the world that Nature — lionest Nature — is more to be prized than Convention : a new ^ra might begin. The thought was tonic for an iustant and illuminated him springingly. It sank, excused for the flaccidity by Nataly's want of common adventurous daring. She had not taken to Lakelands ; she was purchasing furniture from a flowing purse with a heavj'' heart — unfeminine, one might say ; she preferred to live obscurely; she did not, one had to think — but it was unjust: and yet the accusation, that she did not cheerfully make a strain and spurt on behalf of her child, pressed to be repeated. These short glimpses at reflection in Victor were like the verberant twang of a musical instrument that has had a smart blow, and wails away independent of the player's cunning hand. He would have said, that he was more his natural self when the cunning hand played on him, to make him praise and uplift his beloved : mightily would it have astonished him to contemplate with assured perception in his own person the Nature he invoked. But men invoking Nature, do not find in her the Holy Mother she in such case becomes to her daughters, whom she so persecutes. Men call on her for their defence, as a favourable witness : she is a note of their rhetoric. They are not bettered by her sustainment; tney have not, as women may have, her enfemic aid at a trying hour. It is not an effort at epigram to say, that whom she scourges most she most supports. An Opera-placard drew his next remark to Fenellan. " How Wagner seems to have stricken the Italians ! Well, now, the Germans have their emperor to head their armies, and I say that the German emperor has done less for their lasting fame and influence than Wagner has done. He has affected the French too ; I trace him in Gounod's Romeo et Juliette — and we don't gain by it; we have a poor remuneration for the melody gone; think of the little shepherd's pipeing in Mireille ; and there's another in Sapho •-delicious. I held out ajiainst Wagner as long as I could. THE LATEST OF MRS. BURMAN. 113 The Italians don't much more than Wagnerizo in exchange for the loss of melody. They would be wiser in going back to Pergolese, Campagnole. The Mefistofile was good — of the school of the foreign master. Aida and Otello, no. I confess to a weakness for the old barley-sugar of Bellini or a Donizetti-Serenade. Aren't you seduced by cadences ? Never mind Wagner's tap of his pasdagogue's baton — a cadence catches me still. Early taste for barley-sugar, perhaps ! There's a march in Verdi's Attila and I Lomhardi, I declare I'm in military step when I hear them, as in the old days, after leaving the Opera. Fredi takes little Mab Mountney to her first Opera to-night. Enough to make us old ones envious ! You remember your first Opera, Fenellan ? iS^o?i avant-courier ! " and other flies of speech passed on a whiff, under politest of cover, not to give offence. But prodigies claim attention. Our English, at the close of the dinner, consented to say- it was good, without specifying a dish, because a selection of this or that would have seemed to italicize, and commit them, in the presence of ladies, to a notice of the matter- of-course, beneath us, or the confession of a low sensual enjoyment ; until Lady Grace Halley named the particular dressing of a tete de veau approvingly to Victor; and he stating, that he had offered a suggestion for the menu of the day, Nataly exclaimed, that she had suspected it : upon which Mr. Sowerby praised the menu, Mr. Barmby, Peridon and Catkin named other dishes, thei"e was the right after- dinner ring in Victor's ears, thanks to the woman of the world who had travelled round to nature and led the shackled men to deliver themselves heartil}'. One tap, and they are^free. That is, in the moments after dinner, when nature is at the gates with them. Only, it must be a lady and a prevailing lady to give the tap. They need (our English) and will for the ages of the process of their transformation need a queen. Skepsey, bag in hand, obeyed the motion of his master's head and followed him. lie was presently back, to remain with the ladies during his master's perusal of letters. Nataly had decreed that ho was not to be troubled ; so Nesta and mademoiselle besought him for a recital of his French adventures; and strange to say, he had nothing to tell. The journey, pregnant at the start, exciting in the course of it, was absolutely blank at the termination. French people had been very kind ; he could not say more. But there was more ; there was a remarkable fulness, if only ho could subordinate it to narra- tive. The little man did not know, that time was wanted for imagination to make the roadway or rivcrway of a true story, nnless we press to invent; his mind had been too 134 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. busy on the way for liiiii to clothe in speech his impressions of the passage of incidents at the call for them. Things had happened, numbers of interesting minor things, but they all slipped as water through the fingers ; and ho being of the band of honest creatures who will not accept a lift from fiction, drearily he sat before the ladies, confessing to an emptiness he was far from feeling. Nesta professed excessive disappointment. "Now, if it had been in England, Skips ! " she said, under her mother's gentle gloom of brows. He made show of melancholy submission. " There, Skepsey, you have a good excuse, we are sure," Nataly said. And women, when they are such ladies as these, are sent to prove to ns that they can be a blessing; instead of the dreadful cry to Providence for the reason of the spread of the race of man by their means ! He declared his readiness, rejecting excuses, to state his case to them, but for his fear of having it interpreted as an appeal for their kind aid in obtaining his master's forgiveness. Mr. Durance had very considerately promised to intercede. Skepsey dropped a hint or two of his naughty proceedings drily, aware that their untutored antipathy to the manly art would not permit of warmth. Nesta said : " Do you know, Skips, we saw a grand exhibition of fencing in Paris." He sighed. " Ladies can look on at fencing ! foils and masks ! Captain Dartrey Fenellan has shown me, and says, the French are our masters at it," He bowed constrainedly to mademoiselle. " You box, M. Skepsey ! " she said. His melancholy increased : " Much discouragement from Government, Society ! If ladies . . . but I^do not venture. They are not against Games. But these are not a protection ... to them, when needed ; to the country. The country seems asleep to its position. Mr. Durance has remarked on it : — though I would not always quote Mr. Durance . . . indeed, he says, that England has invested an Old Maid's All in the Millennium, and is ruined if it delays to come. ' Old maid,' I do not see. I do not — if I may presume to speak of myself in the same breath with so clever a gentle- man, agree with Mr, Durance in everything. But the chest- skepsey's misconduct. 135 measurement of recruits, the stature of tlie men enlisted, prove that we are losing the nursery of our soldiers." " We are taking them out of the nursery, Skips, if you're for quoting Captain Dartrey," said Nesta. "We'll never haul down our flag, though, while we have him ! " " Ah ! Captain Dartrey ! " Skepsey was refreshed by the invocation of the name. A summons to his master's presence cut short something he was beginning to say about Captain Dartrey. CHAPTER XVI. ACCOUNTS FOR SKEPSEy's MISCONDUCT, SHOWING HOW IT AFFECTEt NATALY. His master opened on the bristling business. " What's this, of your name in the jjapers, your appearing before a magistrate, and a fine ? Tell the tale shortly." Skepsey fell upon his attitude for dialectical defence : the modest form of the two hands at rolling play and the head deferentially sideeast. But knowing that he had gratified his personal tastes in the act of serving his master's interests, an interfusion of sentiments plunged him into self-conscious- ness ; an unwonted state with him, clogging to a simple story. " First, sir, I would beg you to pardon the printing of yoiir name beside mine ..." " Tush : on with you." " Only to say, necessitated by the circumstances of the case. 1 read, that there was laughter in the court at my exculpation of my conduct — as I have to call it ; and there may have been. I may have expressed myself. ... I have a strong feeling for the welfare of the country." " So, it seems, you said to the magistrate. Do you tell me, that the cause of your gross breach of the law, was a consideration for the welfare of the country ? Eun on the facts." " The facts — I must have begun badly, sir." Skepsey rattled the dry facts in his head to right them. From his 13G ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. not having tegun well, they had become dry as things underfoot. It was an error to have led off with the senti- ments. " Two very, two very respectable persons — respect- able — were desirous to witness a short display of my, my system, I would say ; of my science, they call it." " Don't be nervous. To the point ; you went into a field five miles out of London, in broad day, and stood in a ring, the usual riff-raff about you ! " "With the gloves: and not for money, sir : for the trial of skill; not very many people. I cannot quite see the breach of the law." " So you told the magistrate. You were fined for your inability to quite see. And you had to give security." " Mr. Durance was kindly responsible fur me, sir : an acquaintance of the magistrate." " This boxing of yours is a positive mania, Skepsey. You must try to get the better of it — mnst ! And my name too ! I'm to be proclaimed, as having in my service an inveterate pugilist — who breaks the law from patriotism ! Male or female, these very respectable persons — the people your show was meant for?" " Male, sir. Females ! . . . that is, not the respectable ones." " Take the opinion of the respectable ones for your standard of bcLaviour in future." " It was a mere trial of skill, sir, to prove to one of the spectators, that I could be as good as my word. I wished, I may say, to conciliate him, partly. He would not — ho judged by size — credit mo with ... he backed my adversary Jerry Scroom — a sturdy boxer, without the knowledge of the first principles." " You beat him ? " " I think I taught the man that I could instruct, sir ; he was complimentary before we parted. He thought I could not have lasted. After the second round, the police ap- peared." " And you ran ! " " No, sir; I had nothing on my conscience." " Why not have had j'our pugilistic display in a publican's room in town, where you could have hammer-nailed and ding-donged to your heart's content for as long as you liked 1" skepsey's misconduct. 137 " That would have been preferable, from the point of view of safety from intrusion, I can admit — speaking humbly. But one of the parties — I had a wish to gratify him — is a lover of old English times and habits and our country scenes. He wanted it to take place on green grass. We drove over Hampstead in three carts and a gig, as a company of pleasure — as it was. A very beautiful morning. There was a rest at a public-house. Mr. Shaplow traces the mis- fortune to that. Mr. Jarniman, I hear, thinks it what he calls a traitor in the camp. I saw no sign ; we were all merry and friendly." " Jarniman ? " taid Victor sharply. " Who is the Jarni- man ? " "Mr. Jarniman is, I am to understand from the acquaint- ance introducing us — a Mr. Shaplow I met in the train from Lakelands one day, and again at the corner of a street near Druiy Lane, a ham and beef shop kept by a Mrs. Jarniman, a very stout lady, who does the chief carving in the shop, and is the mother of Mr. Jarniman : ho is in a confidential place, highly trusted." Skepsey looked up from the hands he soaped : " Ho is a curious mixture ; he has true enthusiasm for boxing, he believes in ghosts. He mourns for the lost days of prize-fighting, he thinks that spectres are on the increase. He has a very large appetite, depressed spirits. Mr. Shaplow informs me ho is a man of Bubstance, in the service of a wealthy iady in poor health, expecting a legacy and her appearance to him. Ho has the look — Mr. Shaplow assures me he does not drink to excess : he is a slow drinker." Victor straightened : " Bad way of health, you said ? " " Mr. Jarniman spoke of his expectations as being imme- diate : he put it, that he expected her spirit to be out for him to meet it any day — or night. He desires it. He says, she has promised it — on oath, ho says, and must feel that she must do her duty to him before she goes, if she is to appear to him with any countenance after. But he is anxious for her in any case to show herself, and says, he should not have the heart to reproach her. He has principles, a tear for sutfering ; he likes to bo made to cry. Mrs. Jarniman, his mother, ho is not married, is much the same so far, except ghosts ; she will not have them ; except after Btrong tea, they come, she says, come to her bed. She is 138 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. foolish enough to sleep iti a close-cuvtainecT bed. But the poor lady is so exceedingly stout that a puif of cold would carry her off, she fears." Victor stamped liis foot. " This man Jarniman serves a lady now in a — serious, does ho say? Was he precise?" " Mr. Jarniman spoke of a remarkable number of diseases ; very complicated, he says. He has no opinion of doctors. He says, that the lady's doctor and the chemist — she sits in a chemist's shop and swallows other people's prescriptions that take her fancy. He says, her continuing to live is wonderful. He has no reason to hurry her, only for the satisfaction of a natural curiosity." " He mentioned her name? " " No name, sir." Skepsey's limpid grey eyes confirmed the negative to Victor, W'ho was assured that the little man stood clean of any falsity. " You are not on equal terms. You and the magistrate have helped him to know who it is you serve, Skepsey." " Would you please to direct me, sir ? " " Another time. Now go and ease your feet with a run over the town. We have music in half an hour. That you like, I know. See chiefly to amusing yourself." Skepsey turned to go ; he murmured, that he had enjoyed his trip. Victor checked him : it was to ask whether this Jarniman had specified one, any one of the numerous diseases afflicting his aged mistress. Now Jarniman had shocked Skepsey with his blunt titles for a couple of the foremost maladies assailing the poor lady's decayed constitution : not to be mentioned, Skepsey thought, in relation to ladies ; whose organs and functions we, who pay them a proper homage by restricting them to the sphere so worthily occupied by their mothers up to the very oldest date, respectfully curtain ; their accepted niasters are chivalrous to them, deploring their need at times for the doctors and drugs. He stood looking most unhappy. "She was to appear, sir, in a few — perhaps a week, a month." A nod dismissed him. The fun of the expedition (and Dudley Sowerby had wound himself up to relish it) was at night in the towns, when the Bound of instrumental and vocal music attracted crowds skepsey's misconduct. • 139 beneatli the windows of the hotel, and they heard zon, zon, molon, flute et basse; not bad fluting, excellent fiddling, such singing as a maestro, conducting his own Opera, would have approved. So Victor said of his darlings' voices. Nesta's and her mother's were a perfect combination ; Mr. Barmby's trompe in union, sufficiently confirmed the popular impres- sion, that they were artistes. They had been ceremoniously ushered to their ^carriages, with expressions of gratitude, at the departure from Eouen ; and the Boniface at Gisors had entreated them to stay another night, to give an entertain- ment. Victor took his pleasure in letting it be known, that they were a quiet English family, simply keeping-up the habits they practiced in Old England : all were welcome to hear them while they were doing it ; but they did not give entertainments. The pride of the pleasure of reversing the general idea of English dulness among our neighbours, was perceived to have laid fast hold of Dudley Sowerby at Dreux. He was at the window from time to time, counting heads below. For this reason or a better, he begged Nesta to supj)lant the flute duet with the soprano and contralto of the Helena section of the 3Iefistofele, called the Serenade: La Luna immohile. She consulted her mother, and they sang it. The crowds below, swoln to a block of the street, were dead still, showing the instinctive good manners of the people. Then mademoiselle astonished them with a Provencal or Cevennes air. Huguenot, though she was Catholic; but it suited her mezzo-soprano tones; and it rang massively of the martial-religious. To what heights of spiritual grandeur might not a Huguenot France have marched ! Dudley Sowerby, heedlessly, under an emotion that could be stirred in him with force, by the soul of religion issuing through music, addressed his ejacu- lation to Lady Grace Halley. She did not shrug or snub him, but rejoined: "I could go to battle with that song in the ears." She liked seeing him so happily transformed ; and liked the effect of it on Ne.sta when his face shone in talking. He was at homo with the girl's eyes, as ho had never been. A song expressing in one the combative and devotional, went to the springs of his blood ; for ho was of an old warrior race, beneath the thick crust of imposed peaceful maxims and commercial pursuits and habitual stiff correctness. As much as wine, will music bring out the 140 ONE OF OUK CONQUERORS. native bent of the civilized man : endow him with language too. He was as if unlocked ; he met Nesta's eyes and ran in a voluble interchange, that gave him flattering after- thoughts ; and at the moment sensibly a new and assured, or to some extent assured, station beside a girl so vivid ; by which the young lady would be helped to perceive his unvoiced solider gifts. Xataly observed them, thinking of Victor's mastering subtlety. She had hoped (having clearly seen the sheep's eye in the shepherd) that Mr. Barmby would be watchful to act as a block between them ; and therefore she had stipu- lated for his presence on the journey. She remembered Victor's rapid look of readiness to consent : — he reckoned how naturally Mr. Barmby would serve as a foil to any younger man. ]\[r. Barmby had tried all along to perfuna his part : he had always been thwarted ; notably once at Gisois, where by some cunning management he and made- moiselle found themselves in the cell of the prisoner's Nail- wrought work while Xesta had to take Sowerby's hand for help at a passage here and there along the narrow outer castle-walls. And Mr. Barmby, upon occasions, had set that dimple in Nesta's cheek quivering, though Simeon Fenellan was not at hand, and there was no telling how it was done, beyond the evidence that Victor willed it so. From the day of the announcement of Lakelands, she had been brought more into contact with his genius of dexterity and foresight than ever previously : she had bent to the burden of it more ; had seen herself and everybody else out- stripped — herself, of course ; she did not count in a struggle with him. But since that red dawn of Lakelands, it was almost as if he had descended to earth from the skies. She now saw his mortality in the miraculous things he did. The reason of it was, that through the perceptible various arts and shifts on her level, an opposing spirit had plainer view of his aim, to judge it. She thought it a mean one. The power it had to hurry her with the strength of a toiTcnt to an end she dreaded, impressed her physically ; so far subduing her mind, in consequence, as to keep the idea of absolute resistance obscure, though her bosom heaved with the breath ; but what was her own of a mind hung hovering above him, criticizing; and involuntarily, discom- fortingly. She could have prayed to be led blindly or bkepsey's misconduct. 141 blindly dashed on : she could trust him for success ; and lior critical mind seemed at times a treachery. Still she was compelled to ji^dge. "When he said to her at night, pressing both her hands : " This is the news of the day, my love ! It's death at last. We shall soon be thanking heaven for freedom ; " her fingers writhed upon his and gripped them in a torture of remorse on his behalf. A shattering throb of her heart gave her eight of herself as well. For so it is with the woman who loves in subjection, she may be a critic of the man, she is his accomplice. " You have a letter, Victor ? " " Confirmation all round : Fenellan, Themison, and now Skepsey." He told her the tale of Skepsey and Jarniman, colouring it, as any interested animated conduit necessarily will. Neither of them smiled. The effort to think soberly exhausted and rolled her back on credulity. It might not be to-day or next week or month : but so much testimony pointed to a day within the horizon, surely! She bowed her head to heaven for forgiveness. The murderous hope stood up, stood out in forms and pictures. There was one of a woman at her ease at last in the recep- tion of guests ; contrasting with an ironic haunting figure of the woman of queenly air and stature under a finger of scorn for a bold-faced impostor. Nataly's lips twitched at the remembrance of quaint wLimpters of complaint to the Fates, for directing that a large instead of a rather diminu- tive woman should be the social offender fearing exposure. Majesty in the criminal's dock, is a confounding spectacle. To the bosom of the majestic creature, all her glorious attributes have become the executioner's implements. She must for her soul's health believe that a day of release and exoneration approaches. "Barmby ! — if my dear girl would like him best," Victor said, in tenderest undertones, observing the shadowing variations of her face ; and j^ierced her cruelly, past explana- tion or understanding; — not that she would have objected to the Rev. Septimus as officiating clergyman. She nodded. Down rolled the first big tear. We cry to women ; Land, ho !— a land of palms after 142 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. storms at sea ; and at once they inundate us with a deluge of eye- water. "Half a minute, dear Victor, not longer," Nataly said, weeping, near on laughing over his look of wanton abandon- ment to despair at sight of her tears. " Don't mind me. I am rather like Fenellan's laundress, the tearful woman whose professional apparatus was her soft heart and a cake of soap. ISkepsey has made his peace with you ? " Victor answered : " Yes, yes ; I see what he has been about. We're a mixed lot, all of us — the best! You've noticed, Skepsey has no laugh : however absurd the thing he tells you, not a smile ! " "But you trust his eyes; you look fathoms into them. Captain Dartrey thinks him one of the men most in earnest of any of his country." " So Nataly of course thinks the same. And he's a Avorthy little velocipede, as Fenellan calls him. One wishes Colney had been w^ith us. Only Colney! — pity one can't cut his talous for the space before they grow again." Ay,' and in the presence of Colney Durance, Victor would not have been so encouraging, half boyishly caressing, with Dudley Sowerby ! It was the very manner to sow seed of imitativeness in the girl, devoted as she was to her father. Nataly sighed, foreseeing evil, owning it a superstition, feeling it a certainty. We are easily prophets, sure of being justified, when the cleverness of schemes devoted to matoi'ial ends appears most delicately perfect. History, the tales of households, the tombstone, are with us to inspire. In Nataly's bosom, the reproof of her inefiiciency for offering counsel where Victor for his soul's sake needed it, was begin- ning to thunder at whiles as a reproach of unfittingness in his mate, worse than a public denunciation of the sin against iSociety. It might be decreed that she and Society were to come to reconcilement. A pain previously thought of, never pre- viously so realized, seized her at her next sight of Nesta. She had not taken in her front mind the contrast of the inno- cent one condemned to endure the shadow from which the guilty was by a transient ceremony released. Nature could at a push be eloquent to defend the guilty. Not a word of vindicating eloquence rose up to clear the innocent. Nothing that she could do; no devotedness, not any sacrifice, and no A YOUNG maid's IMAGININGS. 143 treaty of peace, no possible joy to come, nothing could remove the shadow from her child. She dreamed of the snccour in eloquence, to charm the cars of chosen juries while a fact spoke over the population, with a relentless rolling out of its one hard word. But eloquence, powerful on her behalf, was dumb when referred to Nesta. It seemed a cruel mys- tery. How was it permitted by the Merciful Disposer ! . . . Nataly's intellect and her reverence clashed. They clash to the end of time if Ave persist in regarding the Spirit of Life as a remote Externe, who plays the human figures, to bring about this or that issue, instead of being beside us, within us, our breath, if we will ; marking on us where at each step we sink to the animal, mount to the divine, wo and ours who follow, offspring of body or mind. Sho was in her error, from judgeing of the destiny of man by the fate of individuals. Chieily her error was, to try to be thiukii;g at all amid the fevered tangle of her sensations. A darkness fell upon the troubled woman, and Avas thicker overhead when her warm blood bad drawn her to some ac- ceptance of the philosophy of existence, in a savour of gratification at the prospect of her equal footing with the Avorld while yet she lived. Sho hated herself for taking pleasure in anything to be bestowed by a world so bap- hazard, ill-balanced, unjust ; sho took it bitterly, with such naturalness as not to be aware that it was irony and a poisonous irony moving her to welcome tlio restorative ceremony because her largeness of person had a greater than common need of the protection. CHArTER XVII. CHIEFLY UrON THE THEME OF A YOUNG MAID's IMAGININGS. That Mausoleuni at Dreux may touch to lift us. History pleads for the pride of the great discrowned Family giving her illumination there. Tho pride is reverently postured; the princely mourning-cloak it wears becomingly braided at tho hem with fair designs of our mortal humility in tho presence of the vanqTiisher ; against whom, acknowledgcing 144 ONE OF OUE CONQUERORS. a visible conquest of the dust, it sustains a placid contention in coloured glass and marbles. Mademoiselle de Seilles, a fervid Orleanist, was thanked for having advised the curvature of the route homeward to visit " the spot of so impressive a monument : " as it was phrased by the Eev. Septimus Barmby ; whose exposition to Xesta of the beautiful stained-glass pictures of incidents in the life of the crusading St. Louis, was toned to be like- wise impressive : — Colney Durance not being at hand to bewail the pathos of his exhaustless " whacking of the platitudes ; " which still retain their tender parts, but cry unheard when there is no cynic near. Mr. Barmby laid-oa solemnly. Professional devoutness is deemed more righteous on such occasions than poetic fire. It robes us in the cloak of the place, as at a funeral. Generally, Mr. Barmby found, and justl}^ that it is in superior estimation among his countrymen of all classes. They are shown by example how to look, think, speak ; what to do. Poets are disturbing ; they cannot be comfortably imitated, they are unsafe, not certainly the metal, unless you have Laureates, entitled to speak by their pay and decorations ; and these are but one at a time, a dweller in books, good for quoteing at best — and a quotation may lemind us of a parody, to convulse the sacred dome ! Established plain prose officials do better for our English. The audience moved roxind with heads of undertakers. Victor called to recollection Fenellan's " Eev. Glendo- veer" while Mr. Barmby pursued his discourse, uninter- rupted by tripping wags. And those who have schemes, as well as those who are startled by the criticism in laughter to discover, that they have cause for shunning it, rejoice when wits are absent. Mr. Sowerbyand Nesta interchanged a comment on Mr. Barmby's remarks : The Fate of Princes I The Paths of Glory ! St. Louis was a very distant Eoman Catholic monarch ; and the young gentleman of Evangelical education could admire him as a Crusader. St. Louis was for Nesta a figure in the rich hues of royal Saintship softened to homeliness by tears. She doated on a royalty crowned with the Saint's halo, that swam down to us to lift us through holy hi:man showers. She listened to Mr. Barmby, hearing few sentences, lending his eloquence all she felt: he rolled forth notes of a minster organ, accordant with the A. YOUNG maid's imaginings. 145 devotional seivice she was hokling mutely. Mademoiselle upon St. Louis : " Worthy to be named King of Kings ! " swept her to a fount of thoughts, where the thoughts are not yet shaped, are yet in the breast of the mother emotions. Louise de Seilles laad prepared her to be strangely and deeply moved. The girl had a heart of many strings, of high pitch, open to be musical to simplest wandering airs or to the gales. This crypt of the recumbent sculptured figures and the coloured series of acts in the passage of the crowned Saint thrilled her as with sight of flame on an altar-piece of History. But this King in the lines of the Crucifixion leading, gave her a lesson of life, not a message from death. With such a King, there would be union of the old order and the new, cessation to political turmoil : Eadicalism, Socialism, all the monster names of things with heads agape in these our days to gobble-up the venerable, obliterate the beautiful, leave a stoniness of floods where field and garden were, would be appeased, transfigured. She hoped, she prayed for that glorious leader's advent. On one subject, conceived by her only of late, and not intelligibly, not communicably : a subject thickly veiled ; one which struck at her through her sex and must, she thought, ever bo unnamed (the ardent young creature saw it as a very thing torn by the winds to show hideous gleams of a body raging with fire behind the veil) : on this one subject, her hopes and prayers were dumb in her bosom. It signified shame. She knew not the how, for she had no power to contemplate it : there was a torment of earth and a writhing of lurid dust-clouds about it at a glimpse. But if the new crusadino; Hero were to come attackiner that — if some born prince nobly man would head the world to take away the withering scarlet from the face of women, she felt she could kiss the print of his feet upon the ground. Mean- while she had enjoyment of her plunge into the inmost forest-well of media3val imaginativeness, where youthful minds of good aspiration through their obscurities find much akin to them. ' She had an eye for little Skepsey too : unaware that these French Princes had hurried him off to Agincourt, for another encounter with them and the old result— poor dear gentlemen, with whom wo do so wish to be friendly I What amused her was, his evident fatigue in undergoing the slow L 146 ONE OF OUR CONQUEROKS. parade, and sheer deference to liis betters, as to tlae signifi- cation of a holiday on arrested legs. Dudley Sowerby's attention to him, in elucidating the scenes with historical scraps, greatly pleased her. The Eev. Septimus of course occupied her chiefly. Mademoiselle was always near, to receive his repeated expressions of gratitude for the route she had counselled. Without personal objections to a well-meaning orderly man, whose pardonable error it was to be aiming too considerably higher than his head, she did but show him the voluble muteness of a Frenchwoman's closed lips; not a smile at all, and certainly no sign of hostility; when bowing to his reiterated compliment in the sentence of French. Mr. Barmby had noticed (and a strong sentiment rendered him observant, unwontedly) a similar alert immobility of her lii:)s, indicating foreign notions of this kind or that, in England : an all but imperceptible shortening or loss of comers at the mouth, upon mention of marriages of his clergy : particularly once, at his reading of a lengthy report in a newsjmper of a Wedding Ceremony involving his favourite Bishop for bridegroom : a report to make one glow like Hymen rollick- ing the Torch after draining the bumper to the flying slipper. He remembered the look, and how it seemed to intensify on the slumbering features, at a statement, that his Bishop was a widower, entering into nuptials in his fifty- fourth year. Why not ? But we ask it of Heaven and Man, why not? Mademoiselle was pleasant: she was young or youngish ; her own clergy were celibates, and — no, he could not argue the matter with a young or youngish person of her sex. Could it be a reasonable woman — a woman ! — who disapproved the holy nuptials of the pastors of the flocks ? But we are forbidden to imagine the conducting of an argu- ment thereon with a lady : — Luther . . . but we are not in Luther's time : — Nature . . . no, nor can there possibly be allusions to Nature. Mr. Barmby wondered at Protestant parents taking a Papistical governess for their young flower of English womanhood. However, she venerated St. Louis ; he cordially also; there they met; and he admitted, that she had, for a Frenchwoman, a handsome face, and besides an agreeably artificial ingenuousness in the looks which could be so politely dubious as to appear only dubiously adverse. The spell upon Nesta was not blown away on English A YOUNG maid's IMAGININGS. 147 ground ; and when her father and mother were comparing their impressions, she could not but keep guard over the deeper among her own. At the Chateau do Gisors, leftward off Vernon on Seine, it had been one of romance and wonder- ment, with inquisitive historic soundings of her knowledge and mademoiselle's, a reverence for the prisoner's patient holy work, and picturings of his watchful waiting daily, Nail in hand, for the heaven-sent sunlight on the circular dungeon- wall through the slits of the meurtrieres. But the Mausoleum at Dreux spake religiously; it enfolded Mr. Barmby, his voice re-edified it. The fact that he had dis- coursed there, though not a word of the discourse was re- membered, allied him to the spirit of a day rather increasing in sacredness as it receded and left her less the possessor of it, moi'e the worshipper. Mademoiselle had to say to herself: " Impossible ! " after seeing the drift of her dear Nesta's eyes in the wake of the colossal English clergyman. She fed her incredulousness indignantly on the evidence confounding it. Nataly was aware of unusual intonations, treble-stressed, in the Bethesda and the Galilee of Mr. Barmby on Concert evenings : as it were, the towering wood-work of the cathedral organ in quake under emission of its multitudinous outroar. The " Which ? " of the Eev. Septimus, addressed to Nesta, when song was demanded of him; and her "Either;" and his gentle hesitation, upon a gaze at her for the directing choice, could not be unnoticed by women. Did he know a certain thing? — and dream of urging the suit, as an indulgent skipper of parental pages ? — Such haunting interrogations were the conspirator's daggers out at any instant, or leaping in sheath, against Nataly's peace of mind. But she trusted her girl's laughing side to rectify any little sentimental overbalancing. She left the ground where maternal meditations are serious, at an image of Mr. Barmby knocking at Nesta's heart as a lover. Was it worth inquiry ? A feminine look was trailed across the eyes of made- moiselle, with mention of Mr. Barmby's name. Mademoiselle rippled her shoulders. " We are at present much enamoured oi. Bethesda." That watchfullest showing no alarm, the absurdity of the suspicion smothered it. 148 ONE OF OUR CONQUEROIiS. Nataly Lad moreover to receive startling new gtiests : Lady Kodwell Blachington : Mrs. Fanning, wife of the General : young Mrs. Blathenoy, wife of the great bill- "broker : ladies of Wrensham and about. And it was a tasking of her energies equal to the bufletting of recurrent waves on deep sea. The ladies were eager for her entry into Lakelands. She heard that Victor had appointed Lady Blachington's third son to the coveted post of clerk in the Indian house of Inchling and Radnor. These are the deluge days when even aristocracy will cry blessings on the man who procures a commercial appointment for one of its younger sons offended and rebutted by the barrier of Ex- aminations for the Civil Service. " To have our Adolphus under Mr. Yictor Eadnor's protection, is a step ! " Lady Blachington said. Nataly was in an atmosphere of hints and revealings. There were City Dinners, to which one or other of the residents about Lakelands had been taken before he £at at Victor's London table. He was already winning his way, apparently without effort, to be the popular man of that neighbourhood. A subterranean tide or a slipping of earth itself seemed bearing her on. She had his promise indeed, that he would not ask of her to enter Lakelands until the day of his freedom had risen ; but though she could trust to his word, the heart of the word went out of it when she heard herself thanked by Lady Blachington (who could so well excuse her at such a time of occupation for not returning her call, that she called in a friendly way a second time, warmly to thank her) for throwing open the Concert room at Lakelands in August, to an Entertainment in assistance of the funds for the purj^ose of erecting an East of London Clubhouse, where the children of the poor by day could play, and their parents pass a disengaged evening. Doubtless a worthy Charity. Kataly was alive to the duties of i^-aalth. Had it been simply a demand for a donation, she Mrould not have shown that momentary pucker of the '&«•;» ws, which Lady Blachington read as a contrast with the generous vivacity of the husband. Kataly read a leaf of her fate in this announcement. Nay, she beheld huself as the outer world vexedly beholds a creature swung along to the doing of things against the better mind. An outer world is thoughtless of situations which prej)are us to meet the objectionable with a will A YOUNG maid's IMAGININGS. 149 benumbed ; — if we do not, as does that outer world, belong to the party of the readily heroical. She scourged her weakness : and the intimation of the truth stood over her, more than ever manifest, that the deficiency affecting her character lay in her want of language. A tongue to speak and contend, would have helped her to carve a clearer way. But then again, the tongue to speak must be one which could reproach, and strike at errors ; fence, and continually summon resources to engage the electrical vitality of a man like Victor. It was an exultation of their life together, a mark of its holiness for them both, that they had never breathed a reproach upon one another. She dropped away from ideas of remonstrance ; faintly seeing, in her sigh of submission, that the deficiency affecting her character would have been supplied by a greater force of character, pressing either to speech or acts. The confession of a fated inevitable in the mind, is weakness prostrate. She knew it : but she could point to the manner of man she was matched with ; and it was not a poor excuse. Mr. Barmby, she thought, deserved her gratitude in some degree for stepping between Mr. Sowerby and Nesta. The girl not having inclinations, and the young gentleman being devoid of stratagem, they were easily kept from the dangerous count of two. Mademoiselle would have said, that the shepherd also had rarely if ever a minute quite alone with her lamb. Incredu- lously she perceived signs of a shock. The secret following the signs was betrayed by Nesta in return for a tender grasp of hands and a droll flutter of eyelids. Out it came, on a nod first ; then a dreary mention of a date, and an incident, to bring it nearer to comprehension. Mr. Barmby — and decide who will whether it is that Love was made to elude or that curates impelled by his fires are subtle as aether — had outwitted French watchfulness by stealing minutes enough on a day at Lakelands to declare himself. And no wonder the girl looked so forlorn : he had shivered her medioeval forest-palace of illuminated glass, to leave her standing like a mountain hind, that sniffs the tainted gale off the crag of her first quick leap from hounds ; her instincta alarmed, instead of rich imagination colouring and fostering. She had no memory for his words ; so, and truly, she told her Louise : meaning that she had only a spiceless memory; 150 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. especially for the word love in her ears from the month of a man. There had been a dream of it; with the life-awakening marvel it would he, the humbleness it would bring to her Boul beneath the golden clothing of her body : one of those faint formless dreams, which are as the bend of grasses to the breath'of a still twilight. She lived too spiritedly to hang on any dream ; and had moreover a muffled dread — shadow-sister to the virginal desire — of this one, as of a fateful power that might drag her down, disorder, discolour. But now she had heard it : the word, the very word itself ! in her own ears ! addressed to her ! in a man's voice ! The first utterance had been heard, and it was over ; the chapter of the book of bulky promise of the splendours and mysteries ; — the shimmering woods and bushy glades, and the descent of the shape celestial, and the recognition — the mutual cry of affinity ; and overhead the crimson outrolling of the flag of beneficent enterprises hand in hand, all was at an end. These, then, are the deceptions our elders tell of! That masculine voice should herald a new world to the maiden. The voice slie had heard did but rock to ruin the Avorld she had been living in. Mademoiselle prudently forbore from satirical remarks on his person or on his conduct. Nesta had nothing to defend : she walked in a bald waste. " Can I have been guilty of leading him to think? . . ." she said, in a tone that writhed, at a second discussion of this hapless affair. " They choose to think," mademoiselle replied. " It is he or another. My dear and dearest, you have entered the field where shots fly thick, as they do to soldiers in battle ; and it is neither your fault nor any one's, if you are hit." Nesta gazed at her, with a shy supplicating cry of " Louise." Mademoiselle immediately answered the tone of entreaty. " Has it happened to me ? I am of the age of eight and twenty; passable, to look at: yes, my dear, I have gone through it. To spare you the questions tormenting you, I will tell you, that perhaps our experience of our feelings comes nigh on a kind of resemblance. The first gentleman who did me the honour to inform me of his passion, was a hunchback." A YOUNG maid's IMAGININGS. 151 Nesta cried " Oil ! " in a veritable pang of sympathy, and clapped hands to her ears, to shut oiat Mr. Barmby's boom of the terrific word attacking Louise from that deformed one. Her disillusionment became of the sort which hears derision. A girl of quick blood and active though unre- gulated intellect, she caught at the comic of young women's hopes and experiences, in her fear of it. " My own precious poor dear Louise ! what injustice there is in the world for one like my Louise to have a hunchback to be the first ! . . ." " But, my dear, it did me no harm." " But if it had been known ! " " But it was known ! " Nesta controlled a shuddering : " It is the knowledge of it in ourselves — that it has ever happened ; — you dear Louise, who deserve so much better ! And one asks — Oh, why are we not left in peace ! And do look at the objects it makes of us ! " Mademoiselle could see, that the girl's desperation had got hold of her humour for a life-buoy. " It is really worse to have it unknown — when you are compelled to be his partner in sharing the secret, and feel as if it were a dreadful doll you conceal for fear that everybody will laugh at its face." She resumed her seriousness : " I find it so hard to be vexed with him and really really like him. For he is a good man ; but he will not let one shake him off. He dis- tresses : because we can't quite meet as we did. Last Wednesday Concert evening, he kept away ; and I am annoyed that I was glad." " Moths have to pass through showers, and keep their pretty patterns from damage as best they can," said mademoiselle. Nesta transformed herself into a disciple of Philosophy on the spot. " Yes, all these feelings of ours are moth-dust I One feels them. I suppose they pass. They must. But tell me, Louise, dear soul, was your poor dear good little afflicted suitor — was he kindly pitied ? " " Conformably with the regulations prescribed to young damsels who are in request to surrender the custody of their hands. It is easy to commit a dangerous excess in the dis- pensing of that article they call pity of them." " And he — did ho ? — vowed to you he could not take No for an answer ? " 153 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. At this ingenuous question, woefull}' uttered, matlemoiselle ^vas pricked to smile pointedly. Nesta had a tooth on her under-lip. Then, shaking vapours to the winds, she said : " It is an honour, to be asked ; and we cannot bo expected to consent. So I shall wear through it. — Oulj^ I do wish that Mr. Fenellan would not call him The Inchcape Bell ! " She murmured this to herself. Mr. Barmby was absent for two weeks. " Can anything have offended him?" Yictor inquired, in some consternation, appreciating the man's worth, and the grand basso he was; together with the need for him at the liakelands Concert in August. Nataly wrote Mr. Barmby a direct invitation. She had no reply. Her speculations were cut short by Victor, who handed her a brief note addressed to him and signed by the Eev. Septimus, petitioning for a private interview. The formality of the request incensed Yictor. " Xow, dear love, you see Colney's meaning, when he sajs, there are peojjle icho have no intimacy in them. Here's a man who visits me regularly once a week or more, has been familiar for years — four, at least ; and he wants to speak to me, and must obtain the ' privilege ' by special appointment ! What can be the meaning of it ? " " You will hear to-morrow afternoon," Nataly said, seeing one paved way to the meaning — a too likely meaning. " He hasn't been . . . nothing about Fredi, surely ! " " I have had no information." "Impossible! Barmby has good sense; Bottesini can't intend to come scraping on that string. But we won't lose him ; he's one of us. Barmby counts for more at a Charity Concert than all the catalogue, and particularly in the country. But he's an excellent fellow — eh ? " " That he is," Nataly agreed. Yictor desj)atched a cheerful curt consent to see Mr. Barmby privately on the late afternoon of the day to folloAv. Nesta, returning home from the park at that hour of the interview, ignorant of Mr. Barmby's purpose though she was, had her fires extinguished by the rolling roar of curfew along the h;dl-passage, out of the library. ( 153 ) CHAPTER XVIIT. SUITORS FOn THE HAND OF NESTA VICTOrvIA. When, npon the well-known quest, tlio doligiiiful singer Orpbeus took that downward way, coming in sight of old Cerberus centiceps, be astutely feigned inattention to the hostile appearances of the multiple beast, and with a wave of bis plectrum over the responsive lyre, be at the stroke raised voice. This mucb you know. It may bo communicated to you, that there was then beheld the most singular spectacle ever exhibited on the dizzy line of division between the living and the dead. For those unaccustomed musical tones in the last thin whiff of our siistaining air were so smartingly persuasive as to pierce to the vitals of the faithful Old Dog before his offended sentiments had leisure to rouse their heads against a beggar of a mortal. The terrible sugariness which poured into him worked like venom to cause an encounter and a wrestling: his battery of jaws expressed it. They gaped. At the same time, his eyeballs gave up. All the Dog, that would have barked the breathing intnider an hundredfold back to earth, was one compulsory centurion yawn. Tears, issue of the frightful internal wedding of the dulcet and the sour (a ravishing rather of the latter by the former), rolled off his muzzles. Now, if you are not for insisting that a magnificent simile shall be composed of exactly the like notes in another octave, you will catch the fine flavour of analogy and be wafted in a beat of wings across the scene of the application of the Eev. Septimus Barmby to Mr. Victor Eadnor, that he might enter the house in the guise of suitor for the hand of Ncsta Victoria. It is the excelling merit of similes and metaphors to spring us to vault over gaps and thickets and dreary places. But, as with the visits of Immortals, we must bo ready to receive them. Beware, moreover, of examining ihem too scrupulously : they have a trick of wearing to vapour if closely scanned. Let it be gratefully for their aid. So far the comparison is absolute, that Mr. Barmby iiasscd : he was at liberty to pursue his quest. Victor could not explain how he had been brought to 164 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. grant it. Ho was at pains to conceal the bewilderment Mr, Barmby had cast on him, and make Nataly see thesmallncss of the grant : — both of them were unwilling to lose Barmby ; there was not the slightest fear about Fredi, he said ; and why should not poor Barmby have his chance with the others in the race ! — and his Nataly knew that he hated to speak unkindly : he could cry the negative like a crack of thunder in the City. But such matters as these ! and a man pleading merely for the right to see the girl ! — and pleading in a tone ..." I assure you, my love, he touched chords." " Did he allude to advantages in the alliance with him? " Nataly asked smoothly. " His passion — nothing else. Candid enough. And he had a tone — he has a tone, you know. It's not what he said. Some allusion to belief in a favourable opinion of him . . . encouragement ... on the part of the mama. She would have him travelling with us ! I foresaw it." " You were astonished when it came." " We always are." Victor taunted her softly with having encouraged Mr. Barmby. She had thought in her heart — not seriously ; on a sigh of despondency — that Mr. Barmby espousing the girl would smoothe a troubled prospect : and a present resentment at her weakness rendered her shrewd to detect Victor's cunning to cover his own ; a thing imaginable of him previously in sentimental matters, yet never acurately and so legibly printed on her mind. It did not draw her to read him with a novel familiarity ; it drew her to be more sensible of fore- gone intimations of the man he was — irresistible in attack, not impregnably defensive. Nor did he seem in this instance humanely considerate : if mademoiselle's estimate of the mind of the girl was not wrong, then Mr. Barmby 's position would be both a ridiculous and a cruel one. She had some silly final idea that the poor man might now serve perma- nently to check the more dreaded applicant : a proof that her ordinary reflectiveness was blunted. Nataly acknowledged, after rallying Victor for coming to have his weakness condoned, a justice in his counter- accusation, of a loss of her natural cheerfulness, and promised amendment, with a steely smile, that his lips mimicked SUITOBS FOR THE HAND OF NESTA VICTORIA. 155 fondly; and her smile softened. To strengthen the dear soul's hopes, he spoke, as one who had received the latest information, of Dr. Themison and surgeons ; — little conscious of the tragic depths he struck or of the burden he gave her heart to bear. Her look alarmed him. She seemed to be hugging herself up to the tingling scalp, and was in a moment marble to sight and touch. She looked like the old engravings of martyrs taking the bite of the jaws of flame at the stake. He held her embraced, feeling her body as if it were in the awful grip of fingers from the outside of life. The seizure was over before it could be called ominous. When it was once over, and she had smiled again and rebuked him for excessive anxiety, his apprehensions no longer troubled him, but subsided sensationally in wrath at the crippled woman who would not obey the dictate of her ailments instantly to perish and spare this dear one annoyance. Subsequently, later than usual, he performed his usual mental penance for it. In consequence, the wrath, and the wish, and the penitence, haunted him, each swelling to possession of him in turn; until they united to head a plunge into retrospects; which led to his reviewing the army of charges against Mrs, Burman. And of this he grew ashamed, attributing it to the morbid indulgence in reflection : a disease never afilicting him anterior to the stupid fall on London Bridge. He rubbed instinctively for the punctilio-bump, and could cheat his fancy to think a remainder of it there, just below, half an inch to the right of, the spot where a phrenologist, invited by Nataly in old days, had marked philo-progenitiveness on his capacious and enviable cerebrum. He knew well it was a fancy. But it was a fact also, that since the day of the fall (never, save in merest glimpses, before that day), he had taken to look behind him, as though an eye had been knocked in the back of his head. Then, was that day of the announcement of Lakelands to Nataly, to bo accounted a gloomy day ? He would not have it so. She was happily occupied with her purchases of furniture, Fredi with her singing lessons, and he with his business ; a grasp of many ribands, reining-in or letting loose ; always 156 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. eujoyaLle in the act. Eecently onl^' had he known when at home, a relaxation, a positive pleasure in looking forward to the hours of the City office. This was odd, but so it was ; and looking homeward from the City, he had a sense of disappointment when it was not Concert evening. The Cormj'ns, the Yatts, and Priscilla Graves, and Pempton, foolish, fellow, and that bothering Barmby, and Peridon and Catkin, were the lineing of his nest. Well, and so they had been before Lakelands rose. What had induced ! ... he suddenly felt foreign to himself. The shrouded figure of his lost Idea on London Bridge went by. A peej) into the folds of the shroud was granted him : — Is it a truth, that if Ave are great owners of money, we are so swoln with a force not native to us, as to be precipitated into acts the downright contrary of oiir tastes ? He inquired it of his tastes, which have the bad habit of unmeasured phrasing when they are displeased, and so they yield no rational answer. Still he gave heed to violent extraneous harpings against money. Epigrams of Colney's ; abuse of it and the owners of it by Socialist orators reported in some newsjDaper corner; had him by the cars. They ceased in the presence of Lady Grace Halley, who entered his office to tell him she was leaving town for Whinfold, her husband's family-seat, w^here the dear man lay in evil case. She signified her resignation to the decrees from above, saying generously : " You look troubled, ray friend. Any bad City news? " " I look troubled?" Victor said laughing, and bethought him of what the trouble might be. "City news would not cause the look. Ah, yes ; — I w^as talking in the street to a friend of mine on horseback the other day, and he kept noticing his horse's queer starts. We spied half a dozen children in the gutter, at the tail of the horse, one of them plucking at a hair. ' Please, sir, may I have a hair out of your horse's tail ? ' said the mite. We jDatted the poor horse that grew a tail for urchins to pluck at. Men come to the fathers about their girls. It's my belief that mothers more easily say no. If they learn the word as maids, you'll say ! However, there's no fear about my girl. Fredi's hard to snare. And what brings you Cityward ? " " I want to know whether I shall do right in selling out of the Tiddler mine." SUITORS FOR THE HAND OF NESTA VICTORIA. l57 " You have multiplied your investment by ten." " If it had been thousands ! " " Clearly, you sell ; always jump out of a mounted mine, unless you're at the bottom of it." " There are City-articles against the mine this morning — or I should have been on my way to Whinfold at this moment. The shares are lower." " The merry boys are at work to bring your balloon to the ground, that you may quit it for them to ascend. Tiddler has enemies, like the best of mines : or they may Lo named lovers, if j-ou like. And mines that have gone up, go down for a while before they rise again ; it's an affair of undulations; rocket mines are not so healthy. The stories are false, for the time. I had the latest from Dartrey Fenellan yesterday. He's here next month, some time in Augu&t." "He is married, is he not?" " Was." Victor's brevity sounded oddly to Lady Grace. " Is he not a soldier? " she said. " Soldiers and parsons ! " Victor interjected. Now she saw. She understood the portent of Mr. Barmbj's hoveling offer of the choice of songs, and the recent tremulousness of the welling Bethesda. But she had come about her own business ; and after remarking, that when there is a prize there must be com- petition, or England will have to lower her flag, she declared her resolve to stick to Tiddler, exclaiming : " It's only in mines that twenty times the stake is not a dream of the past ! " " The Eiviera green field on the rock is always open to you," said Victor. She put out her hand to be taken. "Not if you back me here. It really is not gambling when yours is the counsel I follow. And if I'm to be a widow, I shall have to lean on a friend, gifted like you. I love adventure, danger; — well, if we two are in it; just to see my captain in a storm. And if the worst happens, we go down together. It's the detestation of our deadly humdrum of modern life ; some inherited love of fighting." " Say, brandy." "Does not Mr. Durance accuse you of an addiction to the brandy novel ? " 158 ONE OF OUR COXQUEROKS. " Colney may call it what he pleases. If I read fiction, let it be fiction ; airier than hard fact. If I see a ballet, my troop of short skirts must not go stepping like pavement policemen. I can't read dull analytical stuff or 'stj'lists' when I want action — if I'm to give my mind to a story. I can supply the reflections. I'm English — if Colnej^'s right in saying we alwaj-s come round to the story with the streak of supernaturalism. I don't ask for bloodshed : that's what his ' brandy ' means." "But Mr. Durance is right, we require a shedding; I confess I expect it where there's love ; it's part of the balance, and justifies one's excitement. How otherwise do you get any real crisis? I must read and live something unlike this flat life around us." "There's the Adam life and the Macadam life, Fenellan says. Pass it in books, but in life we can have quite enough excitement coming out of our thoughts. No brandy there ! And no fine name for personal predilections or things done in domino ! " Victor said, with his veiy pleasant face, pressing her hand, to keep the act of long holding it in countenance and bring it to a well-punctuated conclusion : thinking involuntarily of the other fair woman, whose hand was his, and who betrayed a beaten visage despite — or with that poor kind of — trust in her captain. But the thought was not guilty of drawing comparisons. " This is one that I could trust, as captain or mate," he pressed the hand again before dropping it. " You judge entirely by the surface if you take me for a shifty person at the trial," said Lady Grace. Skepsey entered the room with one of his packets, and she was reminded of trains and husbands. She left Victor uncomfortably ruffled : and how ? for she had none of the physical charms apj^ealing peciiliarly to the man who was taken with grandeur of shape. She belonged rather to the description physically distasteful to him. It is a critical comment on a civilization carelessly distilled from the jealous East, when visits of fair women to City offices can have this effect. If the sexes are separated for an liour, the place where one is excluded or not common to see, becomes inflammable to that appearing spark. He does out- rage to a bona Dea : she to the monasticism of the Court of Law : and he and she awaken unhallowed emotions. Sup- SUITORS FOR THE HAND OP NESTA VICTORIA. 159 posing, however, that western men were to de-orientalize their gleeful notions of her, and dis-Turk themselves by inviting the woman's voluble tongue to sisterly occupation there in the midst of the pleading Court, as in the domestic circle : very soon would her eyes be harmless : — unless directed upon us with intent. That is the burning core of the great Question, our Armageddon in Morality : Is she moral ? Does she mean to be harmless? Is she not untamable Old Nature? And when once on an equal footing with her lordly half, would not the spangled beauty, in a turn, like the realistic trans- formation-triclc of a pantomime, show herself to be that wanton old thing — the empress of disorderliness ? Yoa have to recollect, as the Conservative acutely suggests, that her timidities, at present urging her to support Establish- ments, pertain to her state of dependence. The party views of Conservatism are, must be, founded, we should remember, on an intimate acquaintance with her in the situations where she is almost unrestrictedly free and her laughter rings to confirm the sentences of classical authors and Eastern sages. Conservatives know what they are about when they refuse to fling the last lattice of an ancient harem open to air and sun — the brutal dispersers of mystery, which would despoil an ankle of its flying wink. Victor's opinions were those of the entrenched majority; objecting to the occult power of women, as we have the women now, while legislating to maintain them so; and forbidding a step to a desperately wicked female world lest the step should bo to wickeder. His opinions were in the background, rarely stirred ; but the lady had brought them forward ; and he fretted at his restlessness, vexed that it should be due to the intrusion of the sex instead of to the charms of the individual. No sting of the sort had bothered him, he called to mind, on board the Channel boat — nothing to speak of. " Why does she come here ! Why didn't she go to her husband ! She gets into the City scramble blind- fold, and catches at the nearest hand to help her out ! Nice woman enough." Yes, but ho was annoyed with her for springing sensations that ran altogether heartless to the object, at the same time that they were disloyal to the dear woman their natural divinity. And between him and that dear woman, since the communication made by Skepsey in 160 ONE OF OUn CONQUERORS. the town of Dreux, nightly the dividing spirit of Mrs. Burman lay: cold as a corpse. They both felt her there. They kissed coldly, pressed a hand, said good night. Next afternoon the announcement by Skepsey of the Hon. Dudley Sowerby, surprised Victor's eyebrows at least, and caused him genially to review the visit of Lady Grace. Whether or not Colney Durance drew his description of a sunken nobility from the " sick falcon " distinguishing the handsome features of Mr. Sowerby, that beaked invalid was particularly noticeable to Victor during the statement of his case, although the young gentleman was far from being one, in Colney's words, to enliven the condition of domestic fowl with an hereditary turn for "preying ; " eminently the reverse ; he was of good moral repute, a worker, a commend- able citizen. But there was the obligation upon him to speak — it is expected in such cases, if only as a formality — of his " love : " hard to do even in view and near to the damsel's reddening cheeks : it perplexed him. He dropped a veil on the bashful topic ; his tone was the same as when he reverted to the material points; his present income, his position in the great Bank of Shotts & Co., his prospects, the healtli of the heir to the Cantor earldom. He considered that he spoke to a member of the City merchants, whose preference for the plain positive, upon the question of an alliance between families by marriage, lends them for once a resemblance to lords. "When a person is not read by character, the position or profession is called on to supply raised print for the finger-ends to spell. Hard on poor Fredi ! was Victor's thought behind the smile he bent on this bald Cupid. She deserved a more poetical lover ! His paternal sympathies for the girl be- sought in love, revived his past feelings as a wooer; nothing but a dread of the influence of Mr. Barmby's toned eloquence ujion the girl, after her listening to Dudley Sowerby's addresses, checked his contempt for the latter. He could not despise the suitor he sided with against another and seemingly now a more dangerous. Unable quite to repress the sentiment, he proceeded immediately to put it to his Uses. For we have no need to be scrupulously formal and precise in the exposition of circumstances to a fellow who raay thank the stars if such a girl condescends to give him SUITOES FOR THE HAND OF NESTA VICTORIA. 161 a hearing. He had this idea through the conception of his girl's generosity. And furthermore, the cognizant eye of a Lucretian Alma Mater having seat so strongly in Victor, demanded as a right an effusion of the promising amorous graces on the part of the acceptable applicant to the post of husband of that peerless. These being absent, evidently non-existent, it seemed sufficient for the present, after the fashion of the young gentleman, to capitulate the few material matters briefly. They were dotted along with a fine disregard of the state- liness of the sum to be settled on Nesta Victoria, and with a distant but burning wish all the while, that the suitor had been one to touch his heart and open it, inspiriting it — as could have been done — to disclose for good and all the things utterable. Victor loved clear honesty, as he loved light : and though he hated to be accused of not showing a clean face in the light, he would have been moved and lifted to confess to a spot by the touch at his heart. Dudley Sowerby's deficiencies, however, were outweighed by the palpable advantages of his birth, his prospects, and his good repute for conduct; add thereto his gentlemanly manners. Victor sighed again over his poor Fredi ; and ia telling Mr. Sowerby that the choice must be left to her, he had the regrets of a man aware of his persuasive arts and how they would be used, to think that he was actually making the choice. Observe how fatefully he who has a scheme is the engine of it ; he is no longer the man of his tastes or of his prin- ciples ; he is on a line of rails for a terminus ; and he may cast languishing eyes across waysides to right and left, he has doomed himself to proceed, with a self-devouring hunger for the half desired ; probably manhood gone at the embrace of it. This may be or not, but Nature has decreed to him the forfeit of pleasure. She bids us count the passage of a sober day for the service of the morrow; that is her system ; and she would have us adopt it, to keep in us the keen edge for cutting, which is the guarantee of enjoyment : doing otherwise, we lose ourselves in one or other of the furious matrix instincts ; we are blunt to all else. Young Dudley fully agreed that the choice must be with Miss Eadnor ; he alluded to her virtues, her accomplish- ments. He was waxing to fervidness. Ho said he must M 1G2 ONE OF our. CONQUEnORS. expect competitors ; adding, on a start, that he was to say, from his mother, she, in the case of an intention to present Miss Radnor at Court. ... Victor waved hand for a finish, looking as though his head had come out of hot water. lie sacrificed Eoj^alty to his necessities, under a kind of sneer at its functions : " Court ! my girl ? But the arduous duties are over for the season. We are a democratic people retaining the seductions of monarchy, as a friend says ; and of course a girl may like to count among the flowers of the kingdom for a day, in the list of Court presentations ; no harm. Only there's plenty of time . . . very young girls have their heads turned — though I don't say, don't imagine, my girl Avould. By and by perhaps." Dudley was ushered into Mr. Inchling's room and introduced to the figure-head of the Pirm of Inchling, Pennergate, and Radnor : a respectable City merchant indeed, whom Dudley could read-off in a glimpse of the downright contrast to his partner. He had heard casual remarks on the respectable City of London merchant from Colney Durance. A short analytical gaze at him, helped to an estimate of the powers of the man who kept him up. Mr. Inchling was a florid City-feaster, descendant of a line of City merchants, having features for a wife to identify ; as drovers, they tell us, can single one from another of their round-bellied beasts. For- merly the leader of the Firm, he was now, after dreary fits of restiveness, kickings, false prophecies of ruin, Victor's obedient cart-horse. He sighed in set terms for the old days of the Firm, when, like trouts in the current, the Firm had only to gape for shoals of good things to fatten it : a tale of English prosperity in quiescence ; narrated interjectorily among the by-ways of the City, and wanting only metre to make it our national Poem. Mr. Inchling did not deny that grand mangers of golden oats were still somehow constantly allotted to him. His wife believed in Victor, and deemed the loss of the balanceing Pennergate a gain. Since that lamentable loss, Mr. Inchling, under the irony of circumstances the Tory of Commerce, had trotted and gallopped whither driven, racing like mad against his will and the rival nations now in the field to force the pace ; a name for enterprise ; the close commercial connection of a man who speculated — who, to put it plainly, lived on his SUITOnS FOR THE HAND OP NESTA VICTORIA. 1G3 wits ; hurried onward and onward ; always doubting, munch' ing, grumbling at satisfaction, in perplexity of the gratitude which is apprehensive of black Nemesis at a turn of the road, to confound so wild a whip as Victor Eadnor. He had never forgiven the youth's venture in India of an enormous purchase of Cotton many years back, and which he had repudiated, though not his share of the hundreds of thousands realized before the refusal to ratify the bargain had come to Victor. Mr. Inchliug dated his first indigestion from that disquieting period. He assented to the praise of Victor's genius, admitting benefits ; his heart refused to pardon, and consequently his head wholly to trust, the man who robbed him of his quondam comfortable feeling of security. And if you will imagine the sprite of the aggregate English Tax- payer personifying Steam as the malignant who has despoiled him of the blessed Safety- Assurance he once had from his God Neptune against invaders, you will comprehend the state of Mr. Inchling's mind in regard to his terrific and bountiful, but very disturbing partner. He thanked heaven to his wife often, that he had nothing to do with North American or South American mines and pastures or with South Africa and gold and diamonds : and a wife must sometimes listen, mastering her inward comparisons. Dr. Schlesien had met and meditated on this example of the island energy. Mr. Inchling was not permitted by his wife to be much the guest of the Eadnor household, because of the frequent meeting there with Colney Durance ; Colney's humour for satire being instantly in bristle at sight of bis representative of English City merchants : " over whom," as he wrote of the venerable body, " the disciplined and instructed Germans not deviously march ; whom acute and adventurous Americans, with half a cock of the eye in passing, compassionately outstrip." He and Dr. Schlesien agreed upon Mr. Inchling. Meantime the latter gentleman did his part at the tables of the wealthier City Companies, and retained his appearance of health; he was beginning to think, upon a calculation of the increased treasures of those Companies and the country, that we, the Taxjiayor, ought not to leave it altogether to Trovidenco to defend them; notwithstanding the watchful care of us hitherto shown by our briny Providence, to save us from anxiety and expense. But there are, ho said, " difficulties ; " and 164 ONE OP OUR CONQtEnORS. the very word coiild stop liira, as commonly when our diflBculty lies in the exerciise of thinking. Victor's African room, containing large wall-maps of auriferous regions, was inspected ; and another, where clerks were busy over miscellaneous Continents. Dudley Sowerby hoped he might win the maiden. He and Victor walked in company Westward. The shop of Boyle and Luckwort, chemists, was not passed on this occasion. Dudley grieved that he had to be absent from the next Concert for practise, owing to his engagement to his mother to go down to the family seat near Tunbridge Wells. Victor mentioned his relatives, the Duvidney maiden ladies, residing near the Wells. They measured the distance between Cronidge and Moorsedge, the two houses, as for half an hour on horseback. Xesta told her father at home that the pair of them had been observed confidentially arm in arm, and conversing so profoundly. " Who, do you think, was the topic ? " Victor asked. She would not chase the little blue butterfly of a guess. CHAPTER XIX. TREATS OP NATURE AND CIRCUMSTANCE AND THE DISSENSION BETWEEN THEM AND OF A SATIRIST'S MALIGNITY IN THE DIRECTION OF HIS COUNTRY. There is at times in the hearts of all men of active life a vivid wuld moment or two of dramatic dialogue between the veteran antagonists, Nature and Circumstance, when they, whose business it should be to be joyfully one, furiously split ; and the Dame is up with her shrillest querulousness to inquire of her offspring, for the distinct original motive of his conduct. Why did he bring her to such a pass ! And what is the gain ? If he be not an alienated issue of the great Mother, he will strongly incline to her view, that he put himself into harness to join with a machine going the dead contrary way of her welfare ; and thereby wrote himself donkey, for his present reading. Soldiers, heroes, OF NATURE AND CIRCUMSTANCE. 165 even tlie braided, even the wearers of the gay cock's feathers, who get the honours and the pocket-pieces, know the moment of her electrical eloquence. They have no answer for her, save an index at the machine pushing them on jet farther under the enemy's line of fire, where they pluck the golden wreath or the livid, and in either case listen no more. They glorify her topping wisdom while on the march to confound it. She is wise in her way. But it is asked by the disputant, If we had followed her exclusively, how far should we have travelled from our starting-point? We of the world and its prizes and duties must do her an injury' to make her tongue musical to us, and her argument worthy of attention. So it seems. How to keep the proper balance between those two testy old wranglers, that rarely pull the right way together, is as much the task for men in the grip of the v/orld, as for the wanton youthful fry under dominion of their instincts ; and. probably, when it is done, man will have attained, the golden age of his retiie- ment from service. Why be scheming? Victor asked. Unlike the gallant soldier}', his question was raised in the blush of a success, from an examination of the quality of the thing won; although it had not changed since it was first coveted ; it was demonstrably the same: and an astonishing dry stick he held, as a reward for perpetual agitations and perversions of his natural tastes. Here was a Dudley Sowerby, the direct issue of the conception of Lakelands ; if indeed they were not conceived together in one ; and the young gentle- man had moral character, good citizen substance, and station, rank, prospect of a title ; and the grasp of him was firm. Yet so far was it from hearty, that when hearing a professed satirist like Colney Durance remark on the decorous manner of Dudley's transparent courtship of the girl, under his look of an awakened approval of himself, that lie appeared to be asking everybody : — Do you not think I bid fair for an excellent father of Philistines? — Victor had a nip of spite at the thought of Dudley's dragging him bodily to be the grandfather. Poor Fredi, too ! — necessarily the mother : condemned by her hard fate to feel proud of Philistine babies ! Though women soon get reconciled to it ! Or do they? They did once. What if his Fredi turned out one of the modern young women, Avho have drunk of ideas? 166 ONE OF OUB CONQUERORS. He caught himself speculating on that, as on a danger. The alliance with Dudley really seemed to set him facing back; ward. Colney might not have been under prompting of Nataly when he derided Dudley ; but Victor was at war with the picture of her, in her compression of a cruel laugh, while her eyelids were hard shut, as if to exclude the young patriarch of Philistines' ridiculous image. He hearkened to the Nature interrogating him, why had he stepped on a path to put division between himself and his beloved ? — the smallest of gaps ; and still the very smallest between nuptial lovers is a division — and that may become a mortal wound to their one life. Why had he roused a slumbering world ? Glimpses of the world's nurse- like, old-fashioned, mother-nightcap benevolence to its kick- ing favourites ; its long-suffering tolerance for the heroic breakers of its rough cast laws, while the decent curtain continues dropped, or lifted only ankle-high ; together with many scenes, lively suggestions, of the choice of ways he liked best, told of things, which were better things, incom- prehensibly forfeited. So that the plain sense of value insisted on more than one weighing of the gain in hand : a dubious measure. He was as little disposed to reject it as to stop his course at a goal of his aim. Nevertheless, a gain thus poorly estimated, could not command hira to do a deed of humiliation on account of it. The speaking to this dry young Dudley was not imperative at present. A word would do in the day to come. Nataly was busy with her purchases of furniture, and the practise for the great August Concert. He dealt her liberal encouragements, up ',to the verge [of Dr. Themison's latest hummed words touching Mrs. Burman, from which he jumped in alarm lest he should paralj^ze her again : the dear soul's dreaded aspect of an earthly pallor was a spectre behind her cheeks, ready to rush forth. Fenellan brought Carling to dine with him ; and Themison was confirmed by Carling, with incidents in proof; Carling by Jarniman, also with incidents; one very odd one— or so it seemed, in the fury of the first savour of it: — she informed Jarniman, Skepsey said his friend Jarniman said, that she had dreamed of making her appearance to him on the night of the 23rd OF Nature and circumstance. 167 August, and of setting the date on the calendar over his desk, when she entered his room : " Sitting-room, not bed- room ; she was alwaj's quite the lady," Skepsey reported his Jarniman. Mrs. Burman, as a ghost, would respect herself; she would keep to her character. Jarniman quite expected the dream to be verified ; she was a woman of her word : he believed she had received a revelation of the ap- proaching fact : he was preparing for the scene. ! Victor had to keep silent and discourse of general pros- perity. His happy vivaciousness assisted him to feel it by day. Nataly heard him at night, on a moan : " Poor soul ! " and loudly once while performing an abrupt derai-vault from back to side : " Perhaps now ! " in a voice through doors. She schooled herself to breathe equably. Not being allowed to impart the distressing dose of comfort he was charged with, he swallowed it himself; and these were the consequences. And an uneasy sleep was traditionally a matter for grave debate in the Eadnor family. The Duvidney ladies, Dorothea and Virginia, would have cited ancestral names, showing it to be the worst of intima- tions. At night, lying on his back beneath a weight of darkness, one heavily craped figure, distinguishable through the gloom, as a blot on a black pad, accused the answering darkness within him, until his mind was dragged to go through the whole case by morning light ; and the com- passionate man appealed to common sense, to stamp and pass his delectable sophistries; as, that it was his intense humaneness, which exposed him to an accusation of in- humanity; his prayer for the truly best to happen, which anticipated Mrs. Burman's expiry. They were simple sophistries, fabricated to suit his needs, readily taking and bearing the imprimatur of common sense. They refreshed him, as a chemical scent a crowded room. All because he could not open his breast to Nataly, by reason of her feebleness ; or feel enthusiasm in the possession of young Dudley I A dry stick indeed beside him on the walk Westward. Good quality wood, no doubt, but dry, varnished for conventional uses. Poor dear Fredi would have to crown it like the May-day posy of the urchins of Craye Farm and Creckholt ! Dudley wished the great City-merchant to appreciate him as a diligent student of commercial matters: rivalries of 1G8 ONE OF OUR CONQUEFtORS. Bauks; Foreign and Municipal Loans, American Rails, and Argentine; new Companies of ■wliolesome appearance or sinister ; or starting with a dram in the stomach, or born to bleat prostrate, like sheep on their backs in a ditch ; Trusts and Founders ; Breweries bursting vats upon the markets, and England prone along the gutters, gobbling, drunk for shares, and sober in the possession of certain of them. But when, as Colney says, a grateful England has conferred the Lordship on her Brewer, he gratefully hands- over the establishment to his country ; and both may dis- regard the howls of a Salvation Army of shareholders. — Beaten by the Germans in Brewery, too ! Dr. Schlesien has his right to crow. We were ahead of them, and they came and studied us, and they studied Chemistry as well ; while we went on down our happy-go-lucky old road ; and then had to hire their young Professors, and then to import their beer. Have the Germans more brains than we English? "Victor's blood up to the dome of his cranium knocked the patriotic negative. But, as old Colney says (and bother him, for constantly intruding !), the comfortably successful have the hahit of sitting, and that dulls the brain yet more than it eases the person : hence are we outpaced ; we have now to know we are raceing. Victor scored a mark for one of his projects. A well-conducted Journal of the sharpest pens in the land might, at a sacrifice of money grandly sunk, expose to his English how and to what degree their sports, and their fierce feastings, and their opposition to ideas, and their timidity in regard to change, and their execration of criticism applied to themselves, and their unanimous adoption of it for a weapon against others, are signs of a prolonged indul- gence in the cushioned seat. Victor saw it. But would the people he loved? He agreed witli Colney, forgetting the satirist's venom : to-wit, that the journalists should be close under their editor's rod to put it in sound bold English; — no metaphors, no similes, nor flowery insubstantiality ; but honest Saxon manger stuff: and put it repeatedly, in con- tempt of the disgust of iteration ; hammering so a soft place on the Anglican skull, which is rubbed in consequence, and taught at last through soreness to reflect. — A Journal? — with Colney Durance for Editor? — and called conformably The WmrriNG-Top ? Why not, if it exactly hits the signification of the Journal and that which it would have the country do OF NATURE AND CIRCUMSTANCE. 169- to itself, to keep it going and truly topjoing? For there is no vulgarity in a title strongly signifying the intent. Victor wrote it at night, naming Colney for Editor, with a sum. of his money to be devoted to the publication, in a form of memorandum; and threw it among the papers in his desk. Young Dudley had a funny inquisitiveness about Dartrey Fenellan ; owing to Fredi's reproduction or imitation of her mother's romantic sentiment for Dartrey, doubtless : a bit of jealousy, indicating that the dry fellow had his feelings. Victor touched-off an outline of Dartrey's history and cha- racter : — the half-brother of Simeon, considerably younger, and totally different. "Dartrey's mother was Lady Char- lotte Kiltorne, one of the Clanconans ; better mother than wife, perhaps ; and no reproach on her, not a shadow ; only she made the General's Bank-notes fly black paper. And — if you're for heredity — the queer point is, that Simeon, whose mother was a sober-minded woman, has always been the spendthrift. Dartrey married one of the Hennen women, all an odd lot, all handsome. I met her once. Colney said, she came up here with a special commission from the Prince of Darkness. There are women who stir the unholy in men —whether they mean it or not, you know." Dudley pursed to remark, that he could not say he did know. And good for Fredi if he did not know, and had his objections to the knowledge ! But he was like the men who escape colds by wrapping in comforters instead of trusting to the spin of the blood. " She played poor Dartrey pranks before he buried — he behaved well to her ; and that says much for him ; he has a devil of a temper. I've seen the blood in his veins mount to cracking. But there's the man : because she was a woman, he never let it break out with her. And, by heaven, he had cause. She couldn't be left. She tricked him, and she loved him — passionately, I believe. You don't understand women loving the husband they drag through the mire? " Dudley did not. He sharpened his mouth to the sour mute negative. " Buried, you said, sir ? — a widower ? " " I've no positive information ; we shall hear when he comes back," Victor replied hurriedly. " He got a drenching of all the damns in the British service from his General- issimo one day at a Ecview, fjr a trooper's negligence — 170 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. button or stock missing, or something ; and off goes Dartrey to liis lint, and breaks his sword, and sends in his resigna- tion. Good soldier lost. And I can't complain; he has been a right-hand man to me over in Africa. But a man ought to have some control of his temper, especially a soldier." Dudley put emphasis into his acquiescence. " Worse than that temper of Dartrey's, he can't forgive an injury. He bears a grudge against his country. You've heard Colney Durance abuse old England. It's three parts factitious — literary exercise. It's milk beside the contempt of Dartrey's shrug. He thinks we're a dead people, if a people ; ' subsisting on our fat,' as Colney says." " I am not of opinion that we show it," observed Dudley. " We don't," Victor agreed. He disrelished his companion's mincing tone of a monumental security, and yearned for Dartrey or Simeon or Colney to be at his elbow rather than this most commendable of orderly citizens, who little imagined the treacherous revolt from him in the bosom of the gentleman cordially signifying full agreement. But Dudley was not gifted to read behind words and looks. They were in the Park of the dwindling press of carriages, and here was this young Dudley saying, quite commend- ably : " It's a pity we seem to have no means of keeping our parks select." Victor flung Simeon Fenellan at him in thought. He remembered a fable of Fenellan's, about a Society of the Blest, and the salt it was to them to discover an intruder from below, and the consequent accelerated measure in their hymning. " Have you seen anything offensive to you ? " he asked. " One sees notorious persons." Dudley spoke aloof from them — " out of his cold attics," Fenellan would have said. Victor approved : with the deadened feeling common to us when first in sad earnest we consent to take life as it is. He perceived, too, the comicality of his having to resign himself to the fatherly embrace of goodness. Lakelands had him fast, and this young Dudley^ was the kernel of Lakelands. If he had only been intellectually a little flexible in his morality ! But no ; he wore it cap a pie, like a mediajval knight his armour. One had to approve. And there was no getting away from him. He was good OF NATURE AND CIRCUMSTANCE. * 171 enough to stay in town for the practise of the opening overture of the amateurs, and the flute-duet, when his family were looking for him at Tunbridge Wells ; and almost every day Victor was waylaid by him at a corner of the Strand. Occasionally, Victor appeared at the point of interception armed with Colney Durance, for whom he had called in the Temple, bent on self-defence, although Colney was often as bitter to his taste as to Dudley's. Latterly the bitter had become a tonic. V^e rejoice in the presence of goodness, let us hope ; and still an impersonation of conventional good- ness perpetually about us depresses. Dudley drove him to Colney for relief. Besides it pleased Nataly, that he should be bringing Colney home ; it looked to her as if he were subjecting Dudley to critical inspection before he decided a certain question inuch, and foolishly, dreaded by the dear soul. That quieted her. And another thing, she liked him to be with Colney, for a clog on him ; as it were, a tuning- fork for the wild airs he started. A little pessimism, also, she seemed to like ; probably as an appeasement after hear- ing, and having to share, high flights. And she was, in her queer woman's way, always reassured by his endurance of Colney's company : — she read it to mean, that he could bear Colney's perusal of him, and satiric stings. Victor had seen these petty matters among the various which were made to serve his double and treble purposes ; now, thanks to the operation of young Dudley within him, he felt them. Preferring Fenellan's easy humour to Colney's acid, he was nevertheless braced by the latter's antidote to Dudley, while reserving his entire opposition in the abstract. For Victor Eadnor and Colney Durance were the Optimist and Pessimist of their society. They might have headed those tribes in the country. At a period when the omnibus of the world appears to its quaint occiipants to be going faster, men are shaken into the acceptation, if not perform- ance, of one part or the other as it is dictated to them by their temperaments. Compose the parts, and you come nigh to the meaning of the Nineteenth Century : the mother of these gosling affirmatives and negatives divorced from har- mony and awakened by the slight increase of incubating motion to vitality. Victor and Colney had been champion duellists for the rosy and the saturnine since the former 172 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. cheerfully' slavecT. for a small stipend in the City of his aflfection, and the latter entered on an inheritance counted in niggard hundreds, that withdrew a briefless barrister disposed for scholarship from the forlornest of seats in the Courts. They had foretold of one another each the unful- filled ; each claimed the actual as the child of his j^rediction. Victor was to have been ruined long back ; Colney the prey of independent bachelors. Colney had escaped his harpy, and Victor could be called a millionnaire and more. Pro- phesy was crowned by Colney's dj'spepsia, by Victor's ticklish domestic position. Their pity for one another, their warm regard, was genuine; only, they were of different temperaments ; and we have to distinguish, that in many estimable and some gifted human creatures, it is the quality of the blood which directs the current of opinion. Victor played-off Colney upon Dudley, for his internal satisfaction, and to lull Nataly and make her laugh ; but he could not, as she hoped he was doing, take Colney into his confidence; inasmuch as the Optimist, impelled by his exu- berant anticipatory trustfulness, is an author, and does things; whereas the Pessimist is your chaired critic, with the delivery of a censor, generally an undoer of things. Our Optimy has his instinct to tell him of the cast of Pes- simy's countenance at the confession of a dilemma — foreseen ! He hands himself to Pessimy, as it were a sugar-cane, for the sour brute to suck the sugar and whack with the wood. — No, he cannot do it; he gets no compensation: Pessimy is invulnerable. You waste your time in hurling a common iii-quoque at one who hugs the worst. The three walking in the park, with their bright view, and black view, and neutral view of life, were a comical trio. They had come upon the days of the unfanned electric furnace, proper to London's early August when it is not pipeing March. Victor complacently bore heat as well as cold : but young Dudley was a droiight. and Colney a drug to refresh it ; and why was he stewing in London ? It was for this young Dudley, who resembled a London of the sparrowy roadways and wearisome pavements and blocks of fortress mansions, by chance a water-cart spirting a stale water : or a London of the farewell dinner-parties, where London's professed anecdotist lays the dust with his ten times told. Why was not Kataly relieved of her dreary OP NATUEE AND CIRCUMSTANCE. l7S round of the purchases of furniture ! They ought all now to be in Switzerland or Tyrol. Nesta had of late been turning over leaves of an Illustrated book of Tyrol, dear to her after a run through the Innthal to the Dolomites one splendid August; and she and Nataly had read there of Hofer, Speckbacker, Haspinger ; and wrath had filled them at the meanness of the Corsican, who posed after it as victim on St. Helena's rock; the scene in grey dawn on Mantua's fortress-walls blasting him in the Courts of History, when he strikes for his pathetic sublime. Victor remembered how he had been rhetorical, as the mouthpiece of his darlings. But he had in memory prominently now the many glorious pictures of that mountain-land beckoning to him, waving him to fly forth from the London oven : — lo, the Tyrolese limestone crags with livid peaks and snow lining shelves and veins of the crevices; and folds of pine- wood undulations closed by a shoulder of snow large on the blue; and a dazzling pinnacle rising over green pasture- Alps, the head of it shooting aloft as the blown billow, high oif a broken ridge, and wide-armed in its pure white shroud beneath ; tranced, but all motion in immobility, to the heart in the eye ; a splendid image of striving, up to crowned victory. And see the long valley-sweeps of the hanging meadows and maize, and lower vineyards and central tall green spires ! Walking beside young Dudley, conversing, observing too, Victor followed the trips and twists of a rill, that was lured a little further down through scoops, ducts, and scafiblded channels to serve a wainwright. He heard the mountain-song of the joyful water : a wren-robin-thrush on the dance down of a faun ; till it was caught and muted, and the silver foot slid along the channel, swift as moon- beams through a cloud, with an air of " Whither you will, so it he on ; " happy for service as in freedom. Then the yard of the inn below, and the rill- water twirling rounded through the trout-trough, subdued, still lively for its beloved onward : dues to business, dues to plcasiire ; a wedding of the two, and the wisest on earth : — eh ? like some one we know, and Nataly has made the comparison. Fresh forellen for lunch : rhyming to Fenellan, he had said to her; and that recollec- tion struck the day to blaze ; for his friend was a ruined military captain living on a literary quill at the time; and Nataly's tender pleading, "Could you not help to give him 174 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS, another chance, dear Victor?" — signifying her absolute trust in his ability to do that or more or anything, had actually set him thinking of the Insurance OfEce ; which he started to prosperity, and Fenellan in it, previously an untutored rill of the mountains, if ever was one. Useless to be dwelling on holiday pictures : Lakelands had hold of him ! Colney or somebody says, that the greater oui successes, the greater the slaves we become. — But we must have an aim, my friend, and success must be the aim of any aim ! — Yes, and, says Colney, you are to rejoice in the disappoint- ing miss, which saves you from being damned by your bullet on the centre. — You're dead against Nature, old Colney. — That is to carry the flag of Liberty. — By clipping a limb ! Victor overcame the Pessimist in his own roj'al cranium- Court. He entertained a pronounced dissension with bachelors pretending to independence. It could not be argued publicly, and the more the pity : — for a slight encouragement, he would have done it ; his outlook over the waves of bachelors and (by present conditions mostly constrained) sjijinsters — and another outlook, midnight upon Phlegethon to the thoughts of men, made him deem it urgent. And it helped the plea in his own excuse, as Colney pointed out to the son of Nature. That, he had to admit, was true. He charged it upon Mrs. Burman, for twisting the most unselfish and noblest of his thoughts ; and he promised himself it was to cease on the instant when the circumstance, which Nature was remiss in not bringing about to-day or to-morrow, had come to pass. He could see his Kataly's pained endurance beneath her habitual submission. Her effort was a poor one, to conceal her dread of the day of the gathering at Lakelands. On the Sunday previous to the day. Dr. Themison accom- panied the amateurs by rail to "NVrensham, to hear " trial of the acoustics " of the Concert-liall. They were a goodly company ; and there was fun in the railway-carriage over Colney's description of Fashionable London's vast octopus Malady-monster, who was letting the doctor fly to the tether of its longest filament for an hour, plying suckers on him the while. He had the look, to general perception, of a man but half-escaped : and as when the notes of things taken by the vision in front are being set down upon tablets in the head behind. Victor observed his look at Nataly. The look OF NATUEE AND CIECUMSTANCE. 175 was like a door aswing, revealing iu concealing. She was not or did not appear struck by it ; perhaps, if observant, she took it for a busy professional gentleman's holiday reckoning of the hours before the return train to his harness, and his arrangements for catching it. She was, as she could be on a day of trial, her enchanting majestic self again — defying suspicions. She was his true mate for breasting a world honoured in uplifting her. Her singing of a duet with Nesta, called forth Dr. Themi- son's very warm applause. He named the greatest of contraltos. Colney did better service than Fenellan at the luncheon- table : he diverted Nataly and captured Dr. Themison's ear with the narative of his momentous expedition of European Emissaries, to plead the cause of their several languages at the Court of Japan : a Satiric Serial tale, that hit incidentally the follies of the countries of Europe, and intentionally, one had to think, those of Old England. Nesta set him going. Just when he was about to begin, she made her father laugh by crying out in a rapture, " Oh ! Delphica ! " For she Avas naughtily aware of Dudley Sowerby's distaste for the story and disgust with the damsel Delphica. Nesta gave Dr. Themison the preliminary sketch of the grand object of the expedition : indeed one of the eminent ones of the world ; matter for an Epic ; though it is to be feaied, that our part in it will not encourage a Cis-Atlantio bard. To America the honours from beginning to end belong. So, then, Jaj^an has decided to renounce its language, for the adoption of the language it may choose among the fore- most famous European tongues. Japan becomes the word for miraculous transformations of a whole people at the stroke of a wand ; and let our English enrol it as the most precious of the powerful verbs. An envoy visits the principal Seats of Learning in Europe. He is of a gravity to match that of his unexampled and all but stupefying mission. A fluent linguist, yet an Englishman, the slight American accent contracted during a lengthened residence in the United States is no bar to the patriotism urging him to pay his visit of exposition and invitation from the Japanese Court to the distinguished Doctor of Divinity Dr. Bouthoin. The renown of Dr. Bouthoin among the learned of Japan has caused the special invitation to him ; a scholar endowed by an ample knowledge and persuasive eloquence to cite and 176 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. instance as tvell as illustrate the superior advantages to Japan and civilization in the filial embrace of mother English. "For to this it must come predestinated," says the astonishing applicant. " We seem to see a fitness in it," says the cogitative Rev. Doctor. " And an Island England in those waters, will do wonders for Commerce," adds the former. " We think of things more pregnant," concludes the latter, with a dry gleam of ecclesiastical knowingness. And let the editor of the Eeview upon his recent pamphlet, and let the prelate reprimanding him, and let the newspapers criticizing his pure Saxon, have a care ! Funds, universally the most convincing of credentials, are placed at Dr. Bouthoin's disposal : only it is requested, that for the present the expedition be secret. " Better so," says pure Saxon's champion. On a day patented for secrecy, and swearing-in the whole American Continent through the cables to keep the secret by declaring the patent, the Eev. Dr. Bouthoin, accompanied by his curate, the Eev. Mancate Semhians, stumbling across portmanteaux crammed with lexicons and dictionaries and other tubes of the voice of Hermes, takes possession of berths in the ship Polyphcme, bound, as they mutually conceive, for the biggest adventure ever embarked on by a far-thonghted, high-thoughted, patriotic pair speaking pure Saxon or other. Colney, with apologies to his hearers, avoided the custom of our period (called the Kealistic) to create, when casual opportunity ofiers, a belief in the narrative by promoting nausea in the audience. He passed under veil the Eev. Doctor's acknowledgement of Neptune's power, and the temporary collapse of Mr. Semhians. Proceeding at once to the comments of these high-class missionaries on the really curious inquisitiveness of certain of the foreign passengers on board, he introduced to them the indisputably learned, the very argumentative, crashing, arrogant, pedantic, dog- matic, philological German gentleman. Dr. Gannius, reeking of the Teutonic Professor, as a library volume of its leather. With him is his fair-haired artless daughter Delphica. An interesting couple for the beguilement of a voyage : she so beautifully moderates his irascible incisiveness ! Yet there is a strange tone that they have. What, then, of the polite, the anecdotic Gallic M. Falarique, who studiously engages the young la.dy in colloquy when Mr. Semhians is agitating OF NATUllE AND CIRCUMSTANCE. 177 outside them to say a word? What of that out-pouring, explosive, equally voluble, uncontrolled M, Bobinikine, a Mongol Russian, shaped, featured, hued like the pot-boiled, round and tight young dumpling of our primitive boyhood, which smokes on the dish from the pot? And what of another, hitherto unnoticed, whose nose is of the hooked vulturine, whose name transpires as Pisistratus Mytharete? He hears Dr. Bouthoin declaim some lines of Homer, and beseeches him for the designation of that language. Greek, is it? Greek of the Asiatic ancient days of the beginning of the poetic chants? Dr. Gannius crashes cachinnation. Dr. Bouthoin caps himself with the offended Don. Mr. Semhians opens half an eye and a whole mouth. There must be a m3'stery, these two exclaim to one another in privacy. Delphica draws Mr. Semhians aside. Blushing over his white necktie, like the coast of Labrador at the transient wink of its Jack-in-the-box Apollo, Mr. Semhians faintly tells of a conversation he has had with the ingenuous fair one; and she ardent as he for the throning of our incomparable Saxon English in the mouths of the races of mankind. Strange ! — she partly suspects the Frenchman, the Eussian, the attentive silent Greek, to be all of them bound for the Court of Japan. Concurrents? Can it be? We are absolutely to enter on a contention with rivals ? Dr. Bouthoin speaks to Dr. Gannius. He is astonished, he says ; he could not have imagined it ! " Have you ever imagined anything ? " Dr. Gannius asks him. Entomologist, botanist, pala3ontologist, philologist, and at sound of horn a ready regimental corporal. Dr. Gannius wears good manners as a pair of bath-slippers, to rally and kick his old infant of an Englishman ; who, in awe of his later renown and manifest might, makes it a point of dif^cretion to bo ultra-amiablo ; for be certainly is not in training, he has no alliances, and ho must diplomatize ; and the German is a strong one ; a relative too; he is the Saxon's cousin, to say the least. This German has the habit of pushing past politeness to carry his argumentative war into the enemy's country : and ho pre- sents on all sides a solid rampart of recent great deeds done, and mailed readiness for the doing of more, if we think of assailing him in that way. Wo are really like the poor beasts which have cast their shells or cases, helpless flesh to his beak. So we aro cousinly. 178 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Whether more amused than amazed, we know not, Dr. Gannius hears from " oiir simpleton of the pastm-es," as he calls the Eev. Doctor to his dauo;hter, that he and Mr. Semhians have absolutely pushed forth upon this most mighty of enterprises naked of any backing from their Government ! Babes in the Wood that they are ! a la grace de dieu at every turn that cries for astutia, they show no sign or symbol of English arms behind them, to support — and with the grandest of national prizes in view ! — the pleading oration before the Court of the elect, erudites, we will call them, of an intelligent, yet half barbarous, people ; hesitating, these, between eloquence and rival eloquence, cunning and rival cunning. Wliy, in such a case, the shadow-nimbus of Force is needed to decide the sinking of the scales. But have these English never read their Shalcesijeare, that they show so barren an acquaintance with human, to say nothing of semi-barbaric, nature ? But it is here that we Germans jjrove our claim to being the sons of his mind. — Dr. Gannius, in contempt, throws off the mask : he also is a concurrent. And not only is he the chosen by election of the chief Universities of his land, he has behind him, as Athene dilat- ing Achilles, the clenched fist of the Prince of thunder and lightning of his time. German, Japan shall be ! he publicly swears before them all. M. Falarique damascenes his sharpest smile; M. Bobinikine double-dimples his puddingest; M. Mytharete rolls a forefinger over his beak ; Dr. Bouthoin enlarges his eye on a sunny mote. And such is the master- ful efl'ect of a frank diplomacy, that when one party shows his hand, the others find the reverse of concealment in hiding their own. Dr. Bouthoin and Mr. Semhians are compelled to suspect themselves to be encompassed with rivals, presump- tively supported by their Governments. The worthy gentle- men had hoped to tumble into good fortune, as in the blessed old English manner. " It has even been thus with us : unhelped we do it ! " exclaims the Eev. Doctor. He is roused from dejection by hearing Mr. Semhians shyly (he has published verse) tell of the fair-tressed Delphica's phosphorial enthusiasm for our galaxy of British Poets. Assisted by Mr. Semhians, he begins to imagine, that he has, in the pei'son of this artless devotee an ally, who will, through her worship of our Poets (by treachery' to her sii'e — a small matter) sacri- fice her guttural tongue, by enabling him (through the OF NATURE AND CIRCUMSTANCE. 179 exercise of lier arts, charms, intrigues — also a small matter) to obtain the first audience of the Japanese erudites. — Delphica, with ' each of the rivals in turn, is very pretty Comedy. She is aware that M. Falarique is her most redoubt- able adversary, by the time that the vast fleet of steamboats (containing newspaper reporters) is beheld from the decks of the Polypheme puffing past Sandy Hook. There Colney left them, for the next instalment of the eerial. Nesta glanced at Dudley Sowerby. She liked him for his pained frown at the part his countrymen were made to play, but did wish that he would keep from expressing it in a countenance that suggested a worried knot ; and mischiev- ously she said : " Do you take to Delphica ? " He replied, with an evident sincerity, " I cannot say I do." Had Mr. Semhians been modelled on him ? " One bets on the German, of course — with Colney Dur- ance," Victor said to Dr. Themison, leading him over the grounds of Lakelands. " In any case, the author teaches us to feel an interest in the rivals. I want to know what comes of it," said the doctor. " There's a good opportunity, one sees. But, mark me, it will all end in satire upon poor Old England. According to Colney, we excel in nothing." "I do not think there is a country that could offer the entertainment for which I am indebted to you to-day." " Ah, my friend, and you like their voices ? The con- tralto ? " " Exquisite." Dr. Themison had not spoken the name of Radnor. " Shall we see you at our next concert-evening in town ? " Baid Victor ; and hearing " the privilege " mentioned, his sharp bright gaze cleared to limpid. " You have seen how it stands with us here ! " At once he related what indeed Dr. Themison had begun speculatively to think might be the case. Mrs. Burman Eadnor had dropped words touching a hus- band, and of her desire to communicate with him, in the event of her being given over to the surgeons : she had said, that her husband was a greatly gifted man ; setting her head in a compassionate swing. This revelation of the bus- 180 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. "band soon after, was filling. And this Mi'. Eadnor's com- rade's manner of it, was winning : a not too self-justifj-ing tone ; not void of feeling for the elder w^oman ; wdth a nianl}'' eulogy of the younger, who had flung away the world for him and borne him their one dear child. Victor took the blame wholly upon himself. *' It is right that you should know," he said to the doctor's thoughtful posture ; and he stressed the blame ; and a flame shot across his eyeballs. He brought home to his hearer the hurricane of a man he was in the passion : indicating the subjection of such a temperament as this Yictor Eadnor's to trials of the moral restraints beyond his human power. Dr. Themison said : " "Would you — we postpone that as long as Ave can : but supposing the poor lady . . .?" Victor broke in : "I see her wish : I will." The clash of his answer rang beside Dr. Themison's falter- ing query. AVe are grateful when spared the conclusion of a senterice born to stammer. If for that only, the doctor pressed Victor's hand warmly. " I may, then, convey some form of assurance, that a request of the kind will be granted ? " he said. " She has but to call me to her," said Victor, stiffening his back. CHAPTER XX. THE GREAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELAKDS. EouxD the neighbourhood of Lakelands it was known that the da}- of the great gathering there had been authoritatively foretold as fine, by Mr. Victor Radnor; and he delivered his prophecy in the teeth of the South-western gale familiar to our yachting month ; and he really inspired belief or a kind of trust; some supposing him to draw from reserves of obser- vation, some choosing to confide in the singularly winged sparkle of his eyes. Lady Rodwell Blachington did ; and young Mrs. Blathenoy ; and Mrs. Fanning; they were ena- moured of it. And when women stand for Hope, and any THE GREAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELANDS. iSl worsliipped man for Promise, nothing less than redoubled confusion of hira dissolves the union. Even then they cling to it, under an ejaculation, that it might and should have heen otherwise ; fancy partly has it otherwise, in her ca3ru- lean home above the weeping. So it is good at all points to prophecy with the aspect of the radiant day foretold. A storm, bearing battle overhead, tore the night to pieces. Nataly's faith in the pleasant prognostic wavered beneath the crashes. She had not much power of heart to desire anything save that which her bosom disavowed. Uproar rather appeased her, calmness agitated. She wished her beloved to be spared fi'om a disappointment, thinking he deserved all successes, because of the rigours inflicted by her present tonelessness of blood and being. Her unresponsive manner with him was not due to lack of fire in the blood or a loss of tenderness. The tender feeling, under privations imwillingly imposed, though willingly shared, now suffused her reflections, owing to a gratitude induced by a novel experience of him ; known, as it may chance, and as it does not always chance, to both sexes in wedded intimacy here and there ; known to women whose mates are proved quick to compliance with delicate intuitions of their moods of nature. A constant, almost visible, image of the dark thing she desired, and was bound not to desire, and was remorseful for desiring, oppressed her ; a perpetual consequent warfare of her spirit and the nature subject to the thousand sensa- tional hypocrisies invoked for concealment of its reviled brutish baseness, held the woman suspended from her emo- tions. She coldly felt that a caress would have melted her, would have been the temporary rapture. Coldly she had the knowledge that the considerate withholding of it helped her spirit to escape a stain. Less coldly, she thanked at heart her beloved, for being a gentleman in their yoke. It plighted them over flesh. He talked to her on the pillow, just a few sentences; and, unlike himself, a word of City afl'airs : " That fellow Blathe- noy, with his increasing multitude of bills at the Bank : must watch him there, sit there regularly. One rather likes his wife. By the way, if you see him near me to-morrow, praiso the Spanish climate; don't forget. He heads the subscrip- tion list of Lady Blachington's Charity." Victor chuckled at Colney's humping of shoulders and 182 ONE OF OUK CONQUERORS. Diouth, while the tempest seemed echoing a sulphureous pessimist. " If old Colney had listened to me, when India gave proof of the metal and South Africa began heaving, he'd have been a fairly wealthy man by now ... ha ! it would have genialized him. A man may be a curmudgeon with money : the ri;le is for him to cuddle himself and take a side, instead of dashing at his countrj-men all round and getting hated. Well, Colney populai", can't be imagined ; but enter- taining guests would have diluted his acid. He has the six hixndred or so a-year he started old bachelor on ; add his miserable pay for Essays. Literature I Of course, he sours. But don't let me hear of bachelors moralists. There he sits at his Temple Chambers hatching epigrams . . . pretends to have the office of critic ! Honest old fellow, as far as his condition permits. I tell him it icill be fine to- morrow." " You are generally right, dear," Nataly said. Her dropping breath was audible. Victor smartly commended her to slumber, with heaven's blessing on her and a dose of soft nursery prattle. He squeezed her hand. Ho kissed her lips by day. She heard him sigh settling himself into the breast of night for milk of sleep, like one of the world's good children. She could have turned to him, to show him she was in harmony with the holy night and loving world, but for the fear founded on a knowledge of the man he was; it held her frozen to the semblance of a tombstone lady beside her lord, in the aisle where horror kindles pitchy blackness with its legions at one movement. Verily it was the ghost of Mrs. Burman come to the bed, between them. Meanwhile the sun of Victor Radnor's popularity was already up over the extended circle likely to be drenched by a falsification of his daring augury, though the scud flew swift, and the beeches raved, and the oaks roared and snarled, and pine-trees fell their lengths. Fine to-morrow, to a cer- tainty ! he had been heard to say. The doubt weighed for something ; the balance inclined with the gentleman who had become so popular : for he had done the trick so sud- denly, like a stroke of the wizard ; and was a real man, not one of your spangled zodiacs selling for sixijence and hopping to a lucky hit, laughed at nine times out of ten. The reason- ing went — and it somewhat aflfected the mansion as well as THE GKEAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELANDS. 183 tlie cottage, — that if he had become popular in this astonish- ing fashion, after making one of the biggest fortunes of modern times, he might, he must, have secret gifts. " You can't foretell weather ! " cried a pothouse sceptic. But the •workmen at Lakelands declared that he had foretold it. Sceptics among the common folk were quaintly silenced by other tales of him, being a whift' from the delirium attending any mention of his name. How had he become suddenly so popular as to rouse in the mind of Mr. Caddis, the sitting Member for the division of the county (said to have the seat in his pocket), a par- ticular inquisitiveness to know the bearing of his politics ? Mr. Radnor was rich, true : but these are days when wealthy men, ambitious of notoriety, do not always prove faithful to their class ; some of them are cunning to bid for the suffrages of the irresponsible, recklessly enfranchised, cor- ruptible masses. Mr. Caddis, if he had the[seat in his pocket, had it from the support of a class trusting him to support its interests : he could count on the landowners, on the clergy, on the retired or retiring or comfortably cushioned merchants resident about Wrensham, on the many obsequious among electoral shopmen ; annually he threw open his grounds, and he subscribed, patronized, did what was ex- pected ; and he was not popular ; he was unpopular. Why ? But why was the sun of this 23rd August, shining from its rise royally upon pacified, enrolled and liveried armies of cloud, more agreeable to earth's populations than his pinched appearance of the poor mopped red nose and melancholic rheumy eyelets on a January da)' ! Undoiibtedly Victor Eadnor risked his repute of prophet. Yet his popularity would have survived the continuance of the storm and deluge. He did this : — and the mystery puzzling the sus- picious was nothing wonderful : — in addition to a transparent benevolence, he spread a sort of assurance about him, that he thought the better of the peojtle for their thinking well of themselves. It^came first from the workmen at his house. " The right sort, and no humbug : likes you to be men." ■Such a report made tropical soil for any new seed. Now, it is a postulate, to strengthen all i)oor commoners, that not even in comparison with the higliest need we be small unless we yield to think it of ourselves. Do but stretch a hand to the touch of earth in you, and you spring 184 OXE OF OtJR CONQUERORS. upon combative manhood again, from the basis where all are equal. Humanity's historians, however, tell us, that the exhilaration bringing us consciousness of a stature, is gas which too frequently has to be administered. Certes the cocks among men do not require the process ; they get it off the sight of the sun arising or a simple hen submissive : but we have our hibernating bears among men, our yoked oxen, cabhorses, beaten dogs ; we have on large patches of these Islands, a Saxon population, much wanting assistance, if they are not to feel themselves beaten, driven, caught by the neck, yoked and heavy-headed. Blest, then, is he who gives them a sense of the pride of standing on legs. Beer, ordinarily their solitary helper beneath the iron canopy of wealth, is known to them as a bitter usurer ; it knocks them flat in their persons and their fortunes, for the short spell of recreative exaltation. They send up their rough gloiy round the name of the gentleman — a stranger, but their friend : and never is friend to be thought of as a stranger — who manages to get the holiday for "\Vrensham and there- about, that they may hurl away for one jolly day the old hat of a doddered humbleness, and trip to the strains of the internal music he has unwound. Says he: Is it a Charity Concert? Charity begins at home, saj's he : and if I welcome you gentry on behalf of the poor of London, why, it follows you grant me the right to make a beginning with the poor of our parts down hero. He puts it so, no master nor mistress neither could refuse him. Why, the workmen at his house were nigh pitching the contractors all sprawling on a strike, and Mr. Radnor takes train, harangues 'em and rubs 'em smooth ; ten minutes by the clock, they say ; and return train to his business in town ; by reason of good sense and feeling, it was ; poor men don't ask for more. A working man, all the world over, asks but justice and a little relaxation — just a collar of fat to his lean. Mr. Caddis, M.P., pi;rsuing the riddle of popularity, which irritated and repelled as constantly as it attracted him, would have come nearer to an instructive presentment of it, by listening to these plain fellows, than he was in the line of equipages, at a later hour of the day. The remarks of the comfortably cushioned and wheeled, though they be eulogistic to extravagance, are vapourish when we court THE GREAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELANDS. 185 them for nourishment ; suhstantially, they ave bones to the cynical. He heard enumerations of Mr. Eadnor's riches, eclipsing his own past compute. A merchant, a holder of mines, Director of a mighty Bank, projector of running Eails, a princely millionaire, and determined to be popular — ■what was the aim of the man ? It is the curse of modern times, that we never can be sure of our Parliamentary seat ; not when we have it in our pockets ! The Romans have left us golden words with regard to the fickleness of the populace ; we have our Horace, our Juvenal, we have our Johnson ; and in this vaunted age of reason it is, that we surrender our- selves into the hands of the populace ! Panem et circenses ! Mr. Caddis repeated it, after his fathers ; his fathers and he had not headed them out of that original voracit}'. There they were, for moneyed legislators to bewail their appetites. And it was an article of his legislation, to keep them there. Pedestrian purchasers of tickets for the Charity Concert, rather openly, in an envelope of humour, confessed to the bait of the Eadnor bread with bit of lun. Savoury rumours were sweeping across Wrensham. Mr. Radnor had borrowed footmen of the principal houses about. Cartloads of pro- visions had been seen to come. An immediate reward of a deed of benevolence, is a thing sensibly heavenly ; and the five-shilling tickets were paid for as if for a packet on the counter. Unacquainted with Mr. Radnor, although the re- ports of him struck a summons to their gastric juices, resem- bling in its effect a clamorous cordiality, they were chilled, on their steps along the half-rolled new gravel-road to the house, by seeing three tables of .prodigious length, where veiy evidently a feast had raged: one to plump the people — perhaps excessively courted by great gentlemen of late ; shopkeepers, the villagers, children. These had been at it for two merry hours. They had risen. They were beef and pudding on logs ; in some quarters, beer amiably manifest, owing to the flourishes of a military band. Eoys, who had shaken room through their magical young corporations for fresh stowage, darted out of a chasing circle to the crumbled cornucopia regretfully forsaken fifteen minutes back, and buried another tart. Plenty still reigned : it was the will of the Master that it should. We divert our attention, resigned in stoic liumour, to the bill of the Concert music, handed us with our tickets at the 18G ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. park-gates: we have no right to expect refreshment; we came for the music, to be charitable. Signora Bianca Liiciani : of whom we have read almost to the hearing her ; enough to make the mistake at times. The grand violinist Dnrandarte : forcibly detained on his way to America. Mr. Eadnor sent him a blank cheque: — no! — so I\Ir. Eadnor besought him in person : he is irresistible ; a great nuisiciaa himself; it is becoming quite the modern style. We have now English noblemen who play the horn, the fife — the drum, some say ! We may yet be Merrie England again, with our nobles taking the lead. England's nobles as a musical band at the head of a marching and dancing population, pictured happily an old Conservative country, that retained its members of aristocracy in the foremost places while subjecting them to downright uses. Their ancestors, beholding them there, would be satisfied on the point of honour ; perhaps enlivened by hearing them at fife and drum. — But middle-class pedestrians, having paid five shillings for a ticket to hear the music they love, and not having full assurance of refreshment, are often, latterly, satirical upon their superiors; and, over this country at least, require the refreshment, that the democratic sprouts in them may be reconciled with aristocracy. Do not listen to them further on the subject. They vote safely enough when the day comes, if there is no pra^ternaturally strong pull the other way. They perceive the name of the Hon. Dudley Sower by, fourth down the Concert-bill ; marked for a flute-duet with Mr. Victor Eadnor, Miss Kesta Victoria Eadnor accompany- ing at the piano. It may mean ? ... do you want a whisper to suggest to you what it may mean ? The father's wealth is enormous; the mother is a beautiful majestic woman in her prime. And see, she sings : a wonderful voice. And lower down, a duet with her daughter : violins and clarionet ; how funny ; something Hungarian. And in the Second Part, Schubert's Ave Maria — Oh ! when we hear that, we dissolve. She was a singer before he married her, they say : a lady by birth : one of the first County families. But it was a gift, and she could not be kept from it, and was going, when they met — and it was love ! the most perfect duet. For him she abandoned the Stage. You must remember, THE GREAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELANDS. 187 that in tlieir yoi;rig days the Stage was many stages beneath the esteem entertained for it now. Domestic Concerts are got up to gratify her; a Miss Fredericks : good oki English name. Mr. Eadnor calls his daughter, Freddy; so Mr. Taplow, the architect, saj'S. They are for modern music and ancient. Tannhdiiser, Wagner, you see. Pergolese. Flute-duet, Mercadante. Here we have him ! — Durandarte : Air Basque, variations — -his own. Again, Senor Durandarte, Mendelssohn. Encore him, and he plays you a national piece. A dark little creature a Life-guardsman could hold- up on his outstretched hand for the fifteen minutes of the performance; but he fills the hall and thrills the heart, wafts you to heaven ; and does it as though ho were con- versing with his Andalusian lady-love in easy whispers about their mutual passion for Spanish chocolate all the while : so the musical critic of the Tirrn-Lirra says. Express trains every half hour from London ; all the big people of the city. Mr. Eadnor commands them, like Koyalty. Totally different from that old figure of the wealthy City merchant; young, vigorous, elegant, a man of taste, highest culture, speaks the languages of Europe, patron of the Arts, a perfect gentleman. His mother was one of the ]\Iont- gomerj^s, Mr. Taplow says. And it was General Eadnor, a most distinguished officer, dying knighted. But Mr. Victor Eadnor would not take less than a Barony — and then only with descent of title to his daughter, in her own right. Mr. Taplow had said as much as Victor Eadnor chose that he should say. Carriages were in flow for an hour ; pedestrians formed a wavy coil. Judgeing by numbers, the entertainment was a success, would the hall contain them? Marvels were told of the hall. Every ticket entered and was enfolded ; almost all had a scat. Chivalry stood. It is a breeched abstraction, sacrificeing voluntarily and genially to the Fair, for a restoring of the balance between the sexes, that the division of good things be rather in the fair ones' favour, as they are to think : with the warning to them, that the establishment of their claim for equality puts an end to the priceless privileges of petticoats. Women must bo mad, to provoke such a warning; and the majority of them submissively show their good sense. They send up an incense of per- fumery, all the bouquets of the chemist commingled ; most 1S8 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. nourisliing to the idea of woman in the no.se of mail. They are a forest foliage-rustle of silks and muslins, magic inter- weaving, or the mythology, if you prefer it. See, hear, smell, they are Juno, Venus, Hebe, to you. We must have poetry with them ; otherwise they are better in the kitchen. Is there — hut there is not ; there is not present one of the chivalrous breeched who could prefer the shocking emancipated gristly female, which imposes propriety on our sensations and inner dreams, by petrifying in the tender bud of them. Colonel Corfe is the man to hear on such a theme. He is a colonel of Companies. But those are his diversion, as the British Army has been to the warrior. Puellis idoneus, he is professelly a ladj'^'s man, a rose-beetle, and a fine specimen of a common kind : and he has been that thing, that shining delight of the lap of ladies, for a spell of years, necessitating a certain sparkle of the .saccharine crystals preserving him, to conceal the muster. He has to be fascinating, or he would look outworn, forlorn. On one side of him is Lady Carmine ; on the other. Lady Swanage ; dames embedded in the blooming maturity of England's conservatory. Their lords (an Earl, a Baron) are of the lords who go down to the City to sow a title for a repair of their poor incomes, and are to be commended for frankly accepting the new dispensation while they retain the many advantages of the uncancelled ancient. Thus gently does a maternal Old England let them down. Projectors of Companies, Directors, Founders ; Railway magnates, actual kings and nobles (though one cannot yet persuade old reverence to do homage with the ancestral spontaneity to the uncrowned, uncoroneted, people of our sphere) ; holders of Shares in gold mines. Shares in Afric's blue mud of the glittering teeth we draw for English beauty to wear in the ear, on the neck, at the wrist ; Bankers and wives of Bankers. Victor passed among them, chatting right and left. Lady Carmine asked him : " Is Durandarte counted on ? " He answered : " I made sure of the I^uciani." She serenely understood. Artistes are licenced people, with a Bohemian instead of the titular glitter for the bewildering of moralists; as paste will pass for diamonds where the mirror is held up to Nature by bold super- numeraries. He wished to introduce Nesta. His girl was on the raised THE GREAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELANDS. 189 orchestral flooring. Nataly held her fast to a music- Bcroll. Mr. Peridon, sad for the absence and cause of absence of Louise de Seilles, — summoned in the morning abruptly to Bourges, where her brother lay with his life endangered by an accident at Artillery practise, — Mr. Peridon was generally conductor. Victor was to lead the full force of amateurs in the brisk overture to Zam-pa. He perceived a movement of Nataly, Nesta, and Peridon. " They have come," he said ; he jumped on the orchestra boards and hastened to greet the Luciani with Durandarte in the retiring-room. His departure raised the whisper that he would wield the baton. An opinion was unuttered. His name for the flute- duet with the Hon. Dudley Sowerby had not provoked the reserve opinion ; it seemed, on the whole, a pretty thing in him to condescend to do : the sentiment he awakened was not flustered by it. But the act of leading, appeared as an official thing to do. Our souffie of sentiment will be seen subsiding under a breath, without a repressive word to send it down. Sir Rodwell Blachington would have preferred Eadnor's not leading or playing either. Colonel Corfe and Mr. Caddis declined to consider such conduct English, in a man of station . . . notwithstanding Eoyal Highnesses, who are at least partly English : partly, we say, under our breath, remembering our old ideal of an English gentleman, in opposition to German tastes. It is true, that the whole country is changeing, decomposing ! The colonel fished for Lady Carmine's view. — And Lady Swanage too ? Both of the distinguished ladies approved of Mr. Eadnor's leading — for a leading off. Women are pleased to see their favourite in the place of prominence — as long as Fortune swims him unbuffetcd, or one should say, unbattered, up the mounting wave. Besides these ladies had none of the colonel's remainder of juvenile English sense of the manly, his adolescent's intolerance of the eccentric, suspicion and contempt of any supposed affectation, which was not ostentatiously, stalkingly practised to subdue the sex. And you cannot wield a baton without looking affected. And at one of the Colonel's Clubs in town, only five years back, an English musical composer, who had not then made his money — now by the mystery of events hwjJdcd / — had been (he makes now fifteen thousand a year) black-balled. 190 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. "Fiddler? no; can't admit a Fiddler to associate on equal terms with gentlemen." Only five years back ; and at present we are having the Fiddler everywhere. A sprinkling of the minor ladies also woiild have been glad if Mr. Eadnor had kept himself somewhat more exclu- sive. Dr. Schlesien heard remarks, upon which his weighty Teutonic mind sat crushingly. Do these English care one bit for music? — for anything finer than material stuffs? — what that man Durance calls, ' their beef, their beer, and their pew in eternity ' ? His wrath at their babble and petty brabble doubted that they did. But tliey do. Art has a hold of them. They pay for it ; and the thing purchased grapples. It will get to their bosoms to breathe from them in time : entirely overcoming the taste for feudalism, which still a little objects to see their born gentleman acting as leader of musicians. A people of slow movement, developing tardily, their country is wanting in the distincter features, from being always in the transitional state, like certain sea-fish rolling head over — you know not head from tail. Without the Welsh, Irish, Scot, in their composition, there would not be much of the yeasty ferment : but it should not be forgotten that Welsh, Irish, Scot, are now largely of their numbers ; and the taste for elegance, and for spiritual utterance, for Song, nay, for Ideas, is there among them, though it does not everywhere cover a rocky surface to bewitch the eyes of aliens ; — like Louise de Seilles and Di-. Schlesien, for example ; aliens having no hostile disposition toward the people they were compelled to criticize ; honourably granting, that this people has a great history. Even such has the Lion, with Homer for the transcriber of his deeds. But the gentle aliens would image our emergence from wildness as the unsocial spectacle presented by the drear menagerie Lion, alone or mated ; with hardly an animated moment save when the raw red joint is beneath his paw, reminding him of the desert's pasture. Nevertheless, where Strength is, there is ho}>e : — it may be said more truly than of the breath of Life ; which is perhaps but the bucket of breath, muddy with the sediment of the well : whereas we have in Strength a hero, if a malefactor ; whose muscles shall haul him up to the light he will prove worthy of, when that divinity has shown him his uncleanness. THE GREAT ASSEMBLY AT LAKELANDS. 101 And when Strength is not exercising, you are sure to see Satirists jump on his back. Dozens, foreign and domestic, are on the back of Old England; a tribute to our quality if at the same time an irritating scourge. The domestic are in excess ; and let us own that their view of the potentate, as an apathetic beast of power, who will neither show the power nor woo the graces ; protending all the while to he eminently above the beast, and posturing in an inefficient mimicry of the civilized, excites to satire. Colney Durance had his excuses. He could point to the chief creative minds of the country for generations, as beginning their survey genially, ending venomously, because of an exasperating unreason and scum in the bubble of the scenes, called social, around them. Viola under his chin, he gazed along the crowded hall, which was to him a rich national pudding of the sycophants, the hypocrites, the burlies, the idiots ; dregs of the depths and froth of the surface ; bowing to one, that they may scorn another ; instituting a Charity, for their poorer fawning fellows to relieve their purses and assist them in tricking the world and their Maker : — and so forth, a tiresome tirade : and as it was not on his lips, but in the stomach of the painful creature, let him grind that hurdy- gurdy for himself. His friend Victor set it stirring : Victor had here what he aimed at! How Success derides Am- bition! And for this he imperilled the happiness of the worthy woman he loved ! Exposed her to our fen-fogs and foul snakes — of whom one or more might be in the assembly now : all because of his insane itch to be the bobbing cork on the wave of the minute ! Colney 's rapid interjections condensed upon the habitual shrug at human folly, just when Victor, fronting the glassy stare of Colonel Corfe, tapped to start his orchestra through the lively first bars of the over- ture to Zampa. We soon perceive that the post Mr. Radnor fills ho thoroughly fills, whatever it may bo. Zampa takes horse from the opening. We have no amateur conductor riding ahead : violins, 'cellos, piano, wind-stops : I'eridon, Catkin, Pempton, Yatt, Cormyn, Colney, Mrs. Cormjn, Dudley Soworby • they are spirited on, patted, subdued, muted, raised, rushed anew, away, held in hand, in both hands. Not earnestness worn as a cloak, but issuing, we see ; not simply a leader of musicians, a leader of men. The halo of 192 OXE OF OUR CONQUERORS. the millionaire behind, assures us of a development in the character of England's merchant princes. The homage we pay him flatters us, A delightful overture, masterfully executed ; ended too soon ; except that the programme forbids the ordinary interpretation of prolonged applause. Mr. Kadnor is one of those who do everything consummately. And wo have a monition within, that a course of spiritual enjoj'ment will rouse the call for bodily refreshment. His genial nod and laugh and word of commendation to his troop persuade us oddly, wo know not how, of provision to come. At the door of the retiring-room, see, he is congratu- lated by Luciani and Durandarte. Miss Priscilla Graves is now to sing a Schumann. Down later, it is a duet with the Kev. Septimus Barmby. We have nothing to be ashamed of in her, before an Italian Operatic singer I Ices after the first part is over. CHAPTEE XXI. DARTREY FEXELI.AX. Had Xataly and Nesta known who was outside helping tSkepsey to play ball with the boj's, they would not have worked through their share of the performance with so graceful a composure. Even Simeon Fenellan was unaware that his half-brother Dartrey had landed in England. Dar- trey went first to Victors office, Avhere he found Skepsey packing the day's letters and circulars into the bag for the delivery of them at Lakelands. They sprang a chatter, and they missed the last of the express trains : which did not greatly signify, Skepsey said, "as it was a Concert." To hear his hero talk, was the music for him ; and he richly enjoyed the pacing along the railway-platform. Arrived on the grounds, they took opposite sides in a game of rounders, at that moment tossing heads or tails for innings. These boys were slovenly players, and were made unhapp}' by Skepsey's fussy instructions to them in smart- ness. They had a stupid way of feeding the stick, and they ran sprawling; it concerned Great Britain for them to learn DARTBEY FENELLAN. 193 how to nso their legs. It was pitiful for the conntry to see how lumpish her younger children were. Dartrey knew his little man and laughed, after warning him that his English would want many lessons before they stomached the mixture of discipline and pleasure. So it appeared : the pride of the boys in themselves, their confidence, enjoyment of the game, were all gone ; and all were speedily out but Skepsey ; who ran for the rounder, with liis coat off, sharp as a porpoise, and would have got it, he had it in h.is grasp, when, at the jump, just over the line of the goal, a clever fling, if ever was, caught him a crack on that part of the human frame where sound is best achieved. Then were these young lumps transformed to limber, lither, merry fellows. They rejoiced Skepsey's heart; they did every- thing better, ran and dodged and threw in a style to win the nod from the future official inspector of Games and Amusements of the common people ; a dejiuty of the Govern- ment, proposed by Skepsey to his hero with a deferential eagerness. Dartrey clapped him on the shoulder, softly laughing. " System — Mr. Durance is right — they must have system, if they are to appreciate a holiday," Skepsey said ; and he sent a wretched gaze around, at the justification of some of the lurid views of Mr. Durance, in signs of the holiday wasted ; — impoverishing the country's manhood : in a small degree, it may be argued, but we ask, can the country afford it, while foreign nations are drilling their youth, teaching them to be ready to move in squads or masses, like the fist of a pugilist. Skej)sey left it to his look to speak his thought. He saw an enemy in tobacco. The drowsiness of beer had stretched various hulks under ti'ees. Ponderous cricket lumbered half-alive. Flabby fun knocked-uii a yell. And it was rather vexatious to see girls dancing in good time to the band-music. One had a male-partner, who hopped his loutish burlesque of the thing he could not do. Apparently, too certainly, none but the girls had a notion of orderly muscular exercise. Of what use are girls ! Girls have their one mission on earth ; and let them be healthy by all means, for the sake of it ; only, they should not seem to prove that Old England is better rei)resentcd on the female side. Skepsey heard, witli a nip of spite at his bosom, a. small body of them singing in chorus as they walked in 194 ONE OF OUE CONQUEKORS. step, arm in arm, actuaHy marched : and to the rearward, noDO of these girls heeding, there were tlie louts at their burlesque of jigs and fisticuffs ! ' Cherry Eijie/ was the song*. " It's delightful to hear them ! " said Dartre3\ Skepsey muttered jealously of their having been trained. The song, which drew Dartrey Fenellan to the quick of an English home, planted him at the same time in Africa to hear it. Dewy on a parched forehead it fell, England the shedding heaven. He fetched a deep breath, as of gratitude for vital refresh- ment. He had his thoughts upon the training of our English to be something besides the machinery of capitalists, and upon the country as a blessed mother instead of the most capricious of maudlin stepdames. He fl.icked his leg with the stick he carried, said : " Your master's the man to make a change among them, old friend ! " and strolled along to a group surrounding two fellows who shammed a bout at single-stick. Vacuity in the attack on either side, contributed to the joint success of the defense. They paused under inspection ; and Dartrey said : " You're burning to give them a lesson, Skepsey." Skepsey had no objection to his hero's doing so, though at his personal cost. The sticks -were handed to them ; the crowd increased ; their rounders boys had spied them, and came trooping to the scene. Skepsey was directed to hit in earnest. His defensive attitude flashed, and he was at head and right and left leg, and giving point, recovering, thrusting madly, and again at shoulder and thigh, with bravos for reward of a man meaning business ; until a topper on his hat, a cut over the right thigh, and the stick in his middle-rib, told the spectators of a scientific adversary ; and loudly now the gentleman was cheered. An undercurrent of warm feeling ran for the plucky little one at it hot again in spite of the strokes, and when he fetched his master a handsome thud across the shoulder, and the gentleman gave up and compli- mented him, Skepsey had applause. He then begged his hero to put the previous couple in position, through a few of the opening movements. They were horribly sheejush at first. Meantime two boys had got hold of sticks, and both had gone to work in Skepsey 's gallant style ; and soon one was howling. He excused himself, because of the funny-r DAETEEY FENELLAN. 195 bone, situated, in his case, liigher than usual up the arm. And now the pair of men were giving and taking cuts to make a rhinoceros caper. "Very well; begin that way; try what you can bear," Gaid Dartrey. Skepsey watched them, in felicity for love of the fray, pained by the disregard of science. Comments on the pretty play, indicating a reminiscent acquaintance with it, and the capacity for critical observa- tions, were started. Assaults, wonderful tricks of a slashing Life-Guardsman, one spectator had witnessed at an exhi- bition in a London hall. Boxing too. You may see displays of boxing still in places. How about a prize-fight ? — With money on it ? — Eh, but you don't expect men to stand up to be knocked into rumpsteaks for nothing ? — No, but it's they there bets ! — Eight, and that's a game gone to ruin along of outsiders. — But it always was and it always will be popular with Englishmen ! Great English names of young days, before the wintry shadow of the law had blighted them, received their withered laurels. Emulous boys were in the heroic posture. Good ! sparring does no hurt : Skepsey seized a likely lad, Dartrey another. Nature created the Eing for them. Now then, arms and head well up, chest hearty, shoulders down, out with the right fist, just below the level of the chin ; out with the left fist farther, right out, except for that bit of curve ; so, and draw it slightly back for waiy — pussy at the spring. Firm you stand, feeling the muscles of both legs, left half a pace ahead, right planted, both stringy. None of your milk- pail looks ; show us jaw, you bull-dogs. Now then, left from the shoulder, straight at right of head. — Good, and alacrity called on vigour in Skepsey's pupil ; Dartrey's had the fist on his mouth before he could parry right arm up. " Foul blow ! " Dartrey cried. Skepsey vowed to the contrary. Dartrey reiterated his charge. Skepsey was a figure of the negative, gesticulating and protesting. Dartrey appealed tempestuously to the Eing; Skepsey likewise, in a tone of injury. He addressed a remonstrance to Captain Dartrey. " Hang your captain, sir ! I call you a coward ; come on," said the resolute gentleman, already in ripe form for the attack. His blue eyes were like the springing sunrise over ridges of the seas; and Skepsey jumped to his meaning. 196 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Boys and men were spectators of a real scientific set-to, a lovely show. They were half puzzled, it seemed so deadly. And the little one got in his blows at the gentleman, who had to be hopping. Only, the worse the gentleman caught it, the friendlier his countenance became. That was the wonder, and that gave them the key. But it was deliciously near to the real thing. Dartrey and Skepsey shook hands. " And now, you fellows, 3-ou're to know, that this is one of the champions ; and you take your lesson from him and thank him," Dartrey said, as he turned on his heel to strike and greet the flow from the house. "Dartrey come!" Victor, Fenellan, Colney, had him by the hand in turn. Pure sweetness of suddenly awakened joy sat in Nataly's eyes as she swam to welcome him. Nesta moved a step, seemed hesitating, and she tripped forward. " Dear Captain Dartrey ! " " He did not say : " But what a change in you ! " " J< is blue-butterfly, all the same," Nataly spoke to his look. Victor hurriedly pronounced the formal introduction between the Hon. Dudley Sowcrby and Captain Dartrey Fenellan. The bronze face and the milky bowed to one another ceremoniously ; the latter faintly flushing. " So here you are at last," Victor said. " You stay with us." " To-morrow or later, if you'll have me. I go down to my people to-night." "But you stay in England now?" Nataly's voice wavered on the question. " There's a chance of my being off to Upper Burmah before the week's ended." " Ah, dear, dear ! " sighed Fenellan ; " and out of good comes evil ! — as grandfather Deucalion exclaimed, when he gallantly handed up his dripping wife from the mud of the Deluge waters. Do 3'ou mean to be running and Jewing it on for ever, with only a nod for friends, Dart?" "Lord, Simmy, what a sound of home there is in your old nonsense ! " Dartrey said. His eyes of strong dark blue colour and the foreign swarthi- nessof his brows and cheeks and neck mixed the familiar and the strange, in the sight of the women who knew him. DAETREY FENELLAN. 197 The bill-broker's fair-tressed young wife whispered of curiosity concerning him to Nataly. He dressed like a sailor, he stood like a soldier : and was he married ? Yes, he was married. Mrs. Blathenoy imagined a something in Mrs. Eadnor's tone. She could account for it ; not by the ordinary reading of the feminine in the feminine, but through a husband who professed to know secrets. She was young in years and experience, ten months wedded, disappointedly awakened, enlivened by the hour, kindled by a novel figure of man, fretful for a dash of imprudence. This Mrs. Eadnor should be the one to second her very innocent turn for a galopade ; her own position allowed of any little diverting jig or reel, or plunge in a bath — she required it, for the domestic Jacob Blathenoy was a dry chip : proved such, without a day's variation during the whole of the ten wedded months. Nataly gratified her spoken wish. Dartrey Fenellan bowed to the lad_y, and she withdrew him, seeing composedly that other and greater ladies had the wish ungratified. Their husbands were not so rich as hers, and their complexions would hardly have pleased the handsome brown-faced officer so well. Banquet, equal to a blast of trumpet, was the detaining word for the multitude. It circulated, one knows not how. Eloquent as the whiffs to the sniffs (and nowhere is eloquence to match it, when the latter are sharpened from within to without), the word was very soon over the field. Mr. Carling may have helped ; he had it from Fenellan ; and he was among the principal groups, claiming or making acquaint- ances, as a lawyer should do. The Concert was compliment- arily a topic : Durandarte divine ! — did not everybody think so ? Everybody did, in default of a term for overtojDping it. Our language is poor at hyperbole ; our voices are stronger. Gestures and heaven-sent eyeballs invoke to display the inef- fable. Where was Durandarte now ? Gone ; already gone ; off with the Luciani for evening engagements ; he came simply to oblige his dear friend Mr. Kadnor. Cheque fifty guineas : hardly more on both sides than an exchange of smiles. Ah, these merchant-princes ! What of Mr. Eadnor's amateur instrumentalists ? Amateurs, they are not to bo named : perfect musicians. Mr. Eadnor is the perfection of a host. Yes, yes ; Mrs. Eadnor ; Miss Eadnor too : delicious voices ; but what is it about Mr. Eadnor so captivating! Ho is not 198 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. quite Englisb, yet lie is not at all foreign. Is lie very adven- turous in business, as they say ? " Soundest head in the City of London," Mr. Blathenoy remarked. Sir Eodwell Blachington gave his nod. The crowd interjected, half-sighing. We ought to be proud of such a man ! Perhaps we are a trifle exaggerating, says its heart. But that we are wholly grateful to him, is a distinct conclusion. And he may be one of the great men of his time : he has a quite individual style of dress. Lady Eodwell Blachington observed to Colney Durance : " Mr. Eadnor bids fair to become the idol of the English people." " If he can prove himself to be sufficiently the dupe of the English people," said Colney. "Idol — dupe?" interjected Sir Eodwell, and his eyebrows fixed at the perch of Colney's famous ' national interrogation' over vacancy of understanding, as if from the pull of a string. He had his audience with him; and the satirist had nothing but his inner gush of acids at sight of a planted barb. Colney was asked to explain. He never explained. He performed a series of astonishing leaps, like the branchy baboon above the traveller's head in the tropical forest, and led them into the trap they assisted him to prepare for them. "No humour, do you say? The English have no humour?" a nephew of Lady Blachington's inquired of him, with polite pugnacity, and was cordially assured, that " he vindicated them." "And Altruistic! another specimen of the modern coin- age," a classical Church dignitary, in grammarian disgust, remarked to a lady, as they passed. Colney pricked-up his cars. It struck him that he might fish for suggestions in aid of the Grand Argument before the Elders of the Court of Japan. Dr. Wardan, whose recog- nition he could claim, stated to him, that the lady and he were enumerating words of a doubtfully legitimate quality now being inflicted upon the language. "The slang from below is perhaps preferable ?" said Colney. " As little— less." " But a pirate-tongue, cut-off from its roots, must continue to practise piracy, surely, or else take re-inforcements in slang, otherwise it is inexpressive of new ideas." DABTREY FENELLAN. 199 " Possibly tlie new ideas are best expressed in slang." " If insular. They will consequently be incommunicablo to foreigners. You would, tben, have us be trading with tokens instead a precious currency ? Yet I cannot perceive the advantage of letting our ideas be clothed so racy of the obscener soil; considering the pretensions of the English language to become the universal. If we refuse additions from above, they force themselves on us from below." Dr. Wardan liked the frame of the observations, disliked the substance. " One is to understand that the English language has these pretensions ? " he said : — he minced in his manner, after the well-known mortar-board and tassel type ; the mouthing of a petrifaction : clearly useless to the pleadings of the patriotic Dr. Bouthoin and his curate. He gave no grip to Colney, who groaned at cheap Donnish sarcasm, and let him go, after dealing him a hard pellet or two in a cracker-covering. There was Victor all over the field netting his ephemeroe ! And he who feeds on them, to pay a price for their congratu- lations and flatteries, he is one of them himself ! Nesta came tripping from the Eev. Septimus Barmby, "Dear Mr. Durance, where is Captain Dartrey?" Mrs. Blathenoy had just conducted her husband through a crowd, for an introduction of him to Captain Dartrey. That was perceptible. Dudley Sowerby followed Ncsta closely : he struck across the path of the Eev. Septimus : again he_ had the hollow of her ear at disposal. " Mr. Eadnor was excellent. Ho does everything consum- mately : really, we are all sensible of it. I am. He must lead us in a symphony. These light ' champagne overtures ' of French composers, as Mr. Fenellan calls them, do not bring out his whole ability : — Zamjia, Le pre aux-clcrcs, Masaniello, and the like." " Your duet together went well." " Thanks to you — to you. You kept us together." " Papa was the runaway or strain-the-lcash, if there was one." " Ho is impetuous, he is so fervent. But, Miss Eadnor, 1 could not bo the runaway — with you . . . with you at the piano. Indeed, I . . . shall wo stroll down ? I love the lake." 200 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. "You will hear the bell for your cold dinner very soon." "I am not hungry. I would so mucli rather talk — hear you. But you are hungry? You have been singing : twice : three times ! Opera singers, they say, eat hot suppers ; they drink stout. And I never heard your voice more effective. Yours is a voice that . . . something of the feeling one has in hearing cathedral voices : carry one up. I remember, in Dresden, once, a Fraulein Kiihnstreich, a prodigy, very young, considering her accomplishments. But it was not the same." Kesta wondered at Dartrey Fenellan for staying so long with Mr. and Mrs. Blathenoy. "Ah, Mr. Sowerby, if I am to have flattery, I cannot take it as a milliner's dumby figure wears the beautiful dress ; I must point out my view of some of my merits." " Oh ! do, I beg, Miss . . . You have a Christian name : and I too : and once . . . not Mr. Sowerby : yes, it was Dudley ! " " Quite accidentally, and a world of pardons entreated." " And Dudley begged Dudley might be Dudley always ! " He was deepening to the Barmby intonation — apparently Cupid's; but a shade more airily Pagan, not so fearfully clerical. Her father had withdrawn Dartrey Fenellan from Mr. and Mrs. Blathenoy. Dr. Schlesien was bowing with Dartrey. " And if Durandarte would onlj'-i-but you are one with Miss Graves to depreciate my Durandarte, in favour of the more classical Jachimo ; whom we all admire ; but you shall be just," said she, and she pouted. She had seen her father plant Dartrey Fenellan in the midst of a group of City gentlemen. Simeon touched among them to pluck at his brother. He had not a chance ; he retired, and sw^am into the salmon-net of seductive Mrs. Blathenoy's broad bright smile. " It's a matter of mines, and they're hovering in the atti- tude of the query, like corkscrews over a bottle, profoundly indifferent to blood-relationship," he said to her. " Pray, stay and be consoled by me," said the fair j'oung woman. " Y'ou are to point me out all the distinguished people. Is it true, that your brother has left the army ? " ' Dartrey no longer wears the red. Here comes Colonel Corfe, who does. England has her army still ! " DARTBEY FENELLAN. 201 *' His wife persuaded him ? " " You see he is wearing the black." "For her? How very very sad! Tell me — what a funnily dressed woman meeting that gentleman ! " "Hush — a friend of the warrior. Splendid weather, Colonel Corfe." " Superb toilettes ! " The colonel eyed Mrs. Blatlienoy dilatingly, advanced, bowed, and opened the siege. She decided a calculation upon his age, made a wall of it, smilingly agreed with his encomium of the Concert, and toned her voice to Fenellan's comprehension : " Did it occur recently?" " Months ; in Africa ; I haven't the date." " Such numbers of people one would wish to know ! "Who are those ladies holding a Court, where Mr. Eadnor is?" "Lady Carmine, Lady Swanage — if it is your wish?" interposed the colonel. She dealt him a forgiving smile. " And that pleasant- looking old gentleman?" Colonel Corfe drew- up. Fenellan said : " Are we veterans at forty or so ? " " Well, it's the romance, perhaps ! " She raised her shoulders. The colonel's intelligence ran a dog's nose for a lady's interjections. "The romance? ... at forty, fifty? gone? Miss Julinks, the great heiress and a beauty, has chosen him over the heads of all the young men of his time. Cranmer Lotsdale. Most romantic history ! " " She's in love with that, I suppose." "Now you direct my attention to him," said Fenellan, " the writing of the romantic history has made the texture look a trifle thready. You have a terrible eye." It was thrown to where the person stood who had fiist within a few minutes helped her to form critical estimates of men, more consciously to read them. " Your brother stays in England ? " " The fear is, that he's off again." " Annoying for you. If I had a brotlier, I would not let him go." " How would you detain him ? " "Locks and bolts, clock wrong, hands and arms, kneeling — the fourth act of the Huguenots ! " 202 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. "He went by -way of the window, I think. But that was a lover." " Oh ! well ! " she flushed. She did not hear the neglected and astonished colonel speak, and she sought diversion in saying to Fenellan : " So many people of distinction are assembled here to day ! Tell me, who is that pompous gentleman, w^ho holds his arms up doubled, as he walks?" " Like flappers of a penguin : and advances in jerks : he is head of the great Firm of Quatley Brothers : Sir Abraham : finances or farms one of the South American Eepublics : wo call him, Pride of Port. He consumes it and he pre- sents it." " And who is that little man, who stops everybody ? " " People of distinction indeed ! That little man — is your upper lip underrateing him? . . . When a lady's lip is erratically disdainful, it suggests a misuse of a copious treasury, deserving to be mulcted, punished — how ? — who can say? — that little man, now that little man, with a lift of his little finger, could convulse the Bacon Market ! " Mrs. Blathcnoy shook. Hearing Colonel Corfe exclaim : " Bacon Market ! " she let fly a peal. Then she turned to a fresh satellite, a round and a ruddy, ' at her service ever,' Mr. Beaves Urmsing, and repeated Fenellan's words. He, in unfeigned wonderment at such unsuspected powers, cried : " Dear me ! " and stared at the little man, making the pretty lady's face a twinkling dew. He had missed the Concert. Was it first-rate ? Ecstasy answered in the female voice. " Hem'd fool I am to keep appointments ! " he muttered. She reproved him : " Fie, Mr. Urmsing ; it's the making of them, not the keeping ! " " Ah, my dear ma'am, if Pd had Blathenoy's luck when he made a certain appointment. And he was not so much older than me ? The old ones get the prizes ! " Mr. Beaves Urmsing prompted Colonel Corfe to laugh in triumph. The colonel's eyebrows were up in fixity over sleepy lids. He brightened to propose the conducting of the protty woman to the banquet. " We shall see them going in," said she. " Mr. Eadnor has a French cook, who does wonders. But I heard him asking for Mr. Beaves Urmsing. I'm sure he expected The Marigolds at his Concert." DATITREY PENELLAN. 203 " Anything to oblige the company," said the rustic ready chorister, clearing his thi'oat. The lady's feet were bent in the direction of a grassy knoll, where sunflowers, tulips, dahlias, peonies, of the sex eclipsed at a distance its roses and lilies. Fenellan saw Dartrey, still a centre of the merchantmen, strolling thither. " And do you know, your brother is good enough to dine with us next week, Thursday, down here," she murmured. •' I could venture to command ? — if you are not induced." " Whichever word applies to a faithful subject." " I do so wish your brother had not left the army ! " *' You have one son of Mars." Her eyes took the colonel up to cast him down : he was not the antidote. She said to him : "Luciani's voice wears better than her figure." The colonel replied : " I remember," and corrected himself, " at Eton, in jackets : she was not so particularly slim ; never knew how to dress. You beat Italians there ! She moved one as a youngster." " Eton boys are so susceptible ! " " Why,'hulloa, don't I remember her coming out! — and do you mean to tell me," Mr. Beaves Urmsing brutally addressed the colonel, " that you were at Eton when . . . why, what age do you give the poor woman, then ! " He bellowed, *' Eh ? " as it were a bull crowing. The colonel retreated to one of his defensive corners. " I am not aware that I meant to tell you anything." Mr. Beaves Urmsing turned square-breasted on Fenellan : " Fellow's a born donkey ! " " And the mother lived ? " said Fenellan. Mr. Beaves Urmsing puffed with wrath at the fellow. Five minutes later, in the midst of the group surrounding and felicitating Victor, he had sight of Fenellan conversing with fair ones, and it struck a light in him ; he went three steps backward, with shouts. "Dam funny fellow! eh? who is he ? I must have that man at my table. Worth fifty Colonel Jackasses ! And I've got a son in the Guards : and as much laugh in him, he's got, as a bladder. But we'll make a part}', oh, liadnor ? with that friend o' yours. Dam funny fellow ! and precious little of it going on now among tlie young lot. They're for seeing ghosts and gaping their jaws ; all for the quavers instead of the capers." 204 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. He sounded and thrummed his roguish fling-oflf for the capers. A second glimpse of Fonellan agitated the anecdote, as he called it, seizing Victor's arm, to have him out of ear- shot of the ladies. Delivery, not without its throes, was accomplished, but imperfectly, owing to sympathetic convul- sions, under which Mr. Beaves Urmsing's countenance was crinkled of many colours, as we see the Spring rhuba ,b-leaf. Unable to repeat the brevity of Fenellan's rejoinder, he ex- patiated on it to convey it, swearing that it was the kind of tiling done in the old days, when men were witty dogs : — pat I and pat back ! as in the pantomime." "Repartee!" said Victor. "He has it. You shall know him. You're the man for him." " He for me, that he is ! — ' Hope the mother's doing well ? My card : ' — eh ? Grave as an owl ! Look, there goes the donkey, lady to right and left, all ears for him — ha ! ha ! I must have another turn with your friend. ' Mother lived, did she?' Dam funny fellow, all of the olden time! And a dinner, bachelor dinner, six of us, at my place, next week, say Wednesda_y, half- past six, for a long evening — flowing bowl— eh, shall it be ? " Nesta came looking to find her Captain Dartrey. Mr. Beaves Urmsing grew courtly of the olden time. He spied Colonel Corfe anew, and " Donkey ! " rose to split the roar at his mouth, and full of his anecdote, he pursued some congenial acquaintances, crying to his host : " Wednesday, mind ! eh ? b}' George, your friend's gizzarded me for the day! " Plumped with the rich red stream of life, this last of the squires of old England thumped along among the guests, a very tuning-fork to keep them at their pitch of enthusiasm. He encountered Mr. Caddis, and it was an encounter. Mr. Caddis represented his political opinions ; but here was this cur of a Caddis whineing his niminy note from his piminy nob, when he was asked for his hearty echo of the praises of this jolly good fellow come to waken the neighbourhood, to be a blessing, a blazing hearth, a fall of manna : — and thank the Lord for him, you desert-dog ! " He's a merchant prince, and he's a prince of a man, if you're for titles. Eh? you 'assent to my encomiums.' You'll be calling me Mr. Speaker next. Hang me, Caddis, if those Parliamentary benches of yours aren't freezing you from your seat up, and have got to your jaw — my belief! " DAKTEEY FENELLAN. 205 Mr. Caddis was left reflecting, that we have, in the dis- pensations of Providence, when we have a seat, to submit to castigations from butcherly men unaccountably commissioned to solidify the seat. He could have preached a discourse upon Success, to quiet the discontentment of the unseated. And our world of seats oddly gained, quaintly occupied, maliciously beset, insensately envied, needs the discourse. But it was not delivered, else would it have been here written down without mere}', as a medical prescript, one of the grand specifics. He met Victor, and, between his dread of him and the counsels of a position subject to stripes, ho was a genial thaw. Victor beamed; for Mr. Caddis had previously stood eminent as an iceberg of the Lakelands' party. Mr. Inchling and Mr. Caddis were introduced. The former in Commerce, the latter in Politics, their sustaining boast was, the being our stable Englishmen ; and at once, with cousinly minds, they fell to chatting upon the nothings agreeably and seriously. Colney Durance forsook a set of ladies for fatter prey, and listened to them. What he said, Victor did not hear. The effect was always to be seen, with Inchling under Colney. Fenellan did better service, really good service. Nataly played the heroine she was at heart. Why think of her as having to act a character ! Twice had Carling that afternoon, indirectly and directly, stated Mrs. Burman to be near the end we crape a natural, a defensible, satisfaction to hear of: — not wishing it: — poor woman ! — but pardonably, before man and all the angels, wishing, praying for the beloved one to enter into her earthly peace by the agency of the other's exit into her heavenly. Fenellan and Colney came together, and said a word apiece of their friend. " In his element ! The dear old boy has the look of a gold- fish, king of his globe." " The dear old boy has to me the look of a pot on the fire, with a loose lid." I may have the summons from Themison to-morrow, Victor thought. The success of the day was a wine that rocked the soberest of thoughts. For, strange to confess, ever since the fall on London Bridge, his heart, influenced in some degree by Nataly's depression perhaps, had been shadowed by doubts of his infallible instinct for success. Here, at a 206 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. stroke, and before entering the bouse, be bad tbe wbole neigbbourbood about bim : be could feel tbat be and Nataly stood in tbe minds of tbe wortby people variously witb tbe brigbtness if not witb tbe warmtb distinguisbable in tbe bosom of Beaves Urmsing — tbe idea of Avbom gave Lakelands an immediate beartb-glow. Armandino was tbirteen minutes, by bis watcb, bebind tbe time sbe bad named. Small blame to ber. He excused ber to Lady Carmine, Lady Swanage, Lady Blacbington, Mrs. Fanning, Sir Abrabam Quatley, Mr. Danny (of Bacon fame) and tbe rest of tbe group surrounding Xataly on tbe mound leftward of tbe wbite terraces descending to tbe lake ; wbere sbe stood beating ber foot fretfully at tbe word brougbt by Kesta, tbat Dartrey Fenellan bad departed. It was ber sunsbine departed. But sbe went tbrougb ber task of conversing amiably. Colney, for a wonder, consented to be useful in assisting Fenellan to relate stories of Frencb Cooks ; wbicb were, like tbe Eoj'al Hanoverian oyster, of an age for offering acceptable flavour to Englisb bearers. Nesta drew ber mother's attention to Priscilla Graves and Skepsey ; tbe latter bending bead and assenting. Nataly spoke of tbe cbarm of Priscilla's voice tbat day, in ber duet witb tbe Eev. Septimus. Mr. Pempton looked ; be saw tbat Priscilla was proselytizing. Sbe was perfection to bim but for one blotting tbing. Witb grief on bis eyelids, be said to Xataly or to himself: "Meat!" " Dear friend, don't ride your hobby over us," sbe replied. " But it's witb tbat object tliey mount it," said Victor. Tbe greater ladies of tbe assembly were quite ready to accuse tbe sections, down to the individuals, of tbe social English (reserving our elect) of an itch to be t^u-ants, Colney was apologizing for them, witb bis lash: "It's merely the sensible eflect of a want of polish of tbe surface when they rub together." And he heard Carling exclaim to Victor : " How comes the fellow here ! " Skepsey had rushed across an open space to intercept a leisurely progressive man, whose bat was of tbe shape Victor knew; and the man wore tbe known black gaiters. In appearance, he bad the likeness of a fallen parson. Carling and Victor crossed looks, tbat were questions carrying their answers. DABTEEY FENELLAN. 207 Nataly's eyes followed Victor's. " Who is the mau ? " she said; and she got no reply beyond a perky sjjarkle in his gaze. Others were noticing the man, who was trying to pass by Skepsey, now on his right side, now on his left. " There'll be no stopping him," Carling said, and he slipped to the rear. At this juncture, Armandine's mellow bell proclaimed her readiness. Victor rubbed the back of his head. Nataly asked him : " Dear, is it that man ? " He nodded scantly : " Expected, expected. I think we have our summons from Armandine. One moment — poor soul ! poor soul ! Lady Carmine — Sir Abraham Quatley. Will you lead ? Lady Blachington, I secure you. One moment." He directed Nataly to pair a few of the guests ; he hurried down the slope of sward. Nataly applied to Colney Durance. "Do you know the man ? — is it that man ? " Colney rejoined : " The man's name is Jarniman." Armandine's bell swung melodiously. The guests had grouped, thickening for the stream to procession. Mrs. Blathenoy claimed Fenellan ; she requested him to tell her whether he had known Mrs. Victor Eadnor many years. She mused. " You like her ? " "One likes one's dearest of friends among women, docs one not ? " The lady nodded to his response. " And your brother ? " " Dartrey is devoted to her." " I am sure," said she, " your brother is a chivalrous gentle- man. I like her too." Slie came to her sentiment through the sentiment of the chivalrous gentleman. Sinking from it, she remarked that Mr. Eadnor was handsome still. Fenellan commended the subject to her, as one to discourse of when she met Dartrey. A smell of a trap-hatch half- open, afflicted and sharpened him. It was Blathenoy's breath : husbands of young wives do these villanies, for the sake of showing their knowledge. Fenellan forbore to praise Mrs. Victor : he laid his colours on Dartrey. Tlio lady gave ear till she reddened. He meant no harm, meant nothing but good; and he was lighting the most dcstrucLivo of our lower lires. 208 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Visibly, that man Jar ni man was disposed of with ease. As in the street-theatres of crowing Punch, distance enlisted pantomime to do the eifective part of the speeches. Jarni- man's hat was off, he stood bent, he delivered his message. He was handed over to Skepsey's care for the receiving of meat and drink. Victor returned ; he had Lady Blaohing- ton's hand on his arm ; he was all hers, and in the heart of his company of guests at the same time. Eyes that had read him closely for years, were unable to spell a definite signification on his face, below the overflowing happiness of the hospitable man among contented guests. He had in fact something within to enliven him ; and that was the more than suspicion, amounting to an odour of certainty, that Armandine intended one of her grand surprises for her master, and for the hundred and fifty or so to be seated at her tables in the un warmed house of Lakelands. CHAPTER XXII. CONCERNS THE INTRUSION OF JARNIMAN. Armandine did her wonders. There 'is not in the wide range of the Muses a more responsive instrument than man to his marvellous cook ; and if his notes were but as flowing as his pedals are zealous, we should be carried on the tale of the enthusiasm she awakened, away from the rutted high- road, where History now thinks of tightening her girdle for an accelerated pace. The wonders were done : one hundred and seventy guests plenteously fed at tables acroes the great Concert Hall, down a length of the conservatory-glass, on soups, fish, meats, and the kitchen-garden, under play of creative sauces, all in the persuasive steam of savouriness ; every dish, one may say, advancing, curtseying, swimming to be your partner, instead of passively submitting to the eye of appetite, consenting to the teeth, as that rather melancholy procession of the cold, resembling established spinsters thrice-corseted in decorum, will appear to do. "Whether Armandine had the thought or that she simply acted in conformity with a Frenchwoman's CONCERNS THE INTRUSION OF JARNIMAN. 209 direct good sense, we do require to smell a sort of animation in the meats we consume. We are still perhaps traceably related to the Adamite old-youngster just on his legs, who betrayed at every turn his Darwinian beginnings, and relished a palpitating unwillingness in the thing refreshing him ; only we young-oldsters cherish the milder taste for willingness, with a throb of the vanquished in it. And a seeming of that we get from the warm roast. The banquet to be fervently remembered, should smoke, should send out a breath to meet us. Victor's crowded saloon-carriage was one voice of eulogy, to raise Armandine high as the finale rockets bursting over Wrensham Station at the start Londonward. How had she managed? AVe foolishly ques- tion the arts of magicians. Mr. Pempton was an apparent dii?sentiont, as the man must be who is half a century ahead of his fellows in humaneness, and saddened by the display of slaughtered herds and their devourers. He had picked out his vegetable and forinaceous morsels, wherever he could get them uncon- taminated ; enough for sustenance ; and the utmost he could show was, that he did not complain. When mounted and ridden by the satirist, in wrath at him for systematically feasting the pride of the martyr on the maceration of his animal part, he put on his martyr's pride, which assumed a perfect contentment in the critical depreciation of opposing systems : he was drawn to state, as he had often done, that he considered our animal part shamefully and dangerously overnourlshed, and that much of the immorality of the world was due to the present excessive indulgence in meats. "Not in drink ? " Miss Graves inquired. " No," he said boldly ; " not equally ; meats are more insidious. I say nothing of taking life — of fattening for that express purpose : diseases of animals: bad blood made : cruelty superinduced :— it will be seen to be, it will bo looked back on, as a form of, a second stage of, cannibalism. Let that pass. I ."-ay, that for excess in drinking, the penalty is paid instantly, or at least on the morrow." " Paid by the drunkard's wife, you should say." " Whereas intemperance in eating, corrupts constitution- ally, more spiritually vitiates, we think : on the whole, gluttony is the least-generous of the vices." Colney lured Mr, Pempton through a quagmire of the p 210 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. vices to declare, that it brutalized ; and stamnieringly to adopt the suggestioB, that our breeding of English ladies — those lights of the civilized world — can hardly go with a feeding upon flesh of beasts. Priscilla regretted that cham- pagne should have to be pleaded in excuse of impertinences to her sex. They were both combative, nibbed for epigram, edged to inflict wounds ; and they were set to shudder openly at one another's practises ; they might have exposed to Colney which of the two maniacal sections of his English had the vaster conceit of superiority in purity ; they were baring themselves, as it were with a garment flung-ofi" at each retort. He reproached them for nndermineing their countrymen ; whose Falstafl' panics demanded blood of ani- mals to restore them ; and their periods of bragging, that they should brandify their wits to imagine themselves Vikings. Nataly interposed. She was vexed with him. He let his eyelids drop : but the occasion for showing the prickliness of the bristly social English, could not be resisted. Dr. Peter Yatt was tricked to confess, that small annoyances were, in his experience, powerful on the human frame ; and Dr. John Cormyn was very neatly brought round to assi;re him he was mistaken if he supposed the homceopathic doctor who smoked was exercising a destructive influence on the efficacy of the infinitesimal doses he prescribed ; Dr. Yatt chuckled a laugh at globules ; Dr. Cormyn at patients treated as horses ; while Mr. Catkin was brought to praise the smoke of tobacco as our sanctuary from the sex ; and Mr. Peridon quietly denied, that the taking of it into his nostrils from the puffs of his friend caused him sad silences. Nesia flew to protect the admirer of her beloved Louise. Her subsideing young excite- ment of the day set her doating on that moony melansholy in Mr. Peridon. No one could understand the grounds for Colney's more than usual waspishness. He trotted out the fulgent and tonal Church of the Eev. Septimus ; the skeleton of worshij), so truly showing the spirit, in that of Dudley Sowerby's family ; maliciouslj^ admiring both ; and he had a spar with Fenellan, ending in a snarl and a shout. Victor said to him : " Yes, here, as much as you like, old Colney, but I tell you, you've staggered that poor woman Lady Blachington to-day, and her husband too ; and I don't know how many besides. What the pleasure of it can bo, I can't guess." CONCERNS THE INTRUSION OF JARNIMAN. 211 " Nor I," said Fenellan, " but I'll own I feel envious ; like tlie girl among a family of boys I knew, who were all of them starved in their infancy by a miserly father, that gave them barely a bit of Graves to eat and not a drop of Pemp- ton to drink ; and on the afternoon of his funeral, I found them in the drawing-room, four lank fellows, heels up, walking on their hands, from long practice ; and the giii informed me, that her brothers were able so to send the little blood they had in their bodies to their brains, and always felt quite cheerful for it, happy, and empowered to deal with the problems of the universe ; as they couldn't on their legs; but she, poor thing, was forbidden to do the same ! And I'm like her. I care for decorum too much to get the brain to act on Colney's behaviour; but I see it enraptures him and may be comprehensible to the topsy- turvey." Victor rubbed hands. It was he who filled Colney's bag of satiric spite. In addition to the downright lunacy of the courting of country society, by means of the cajolements witnessed this day, a suspicion that Victor was wearing a false face over the signification of Jarniman's visit and meant to deceive the trustful and too-devoted loving woman he seemed bound to wreck, irritated the best of his nature. He had a resolve to pass an hour with the couple, and speak and insist on hearing plain words before the night had ended. But Fenellan took it out of him. Victor's show of a perfect con- tentment emulating Pempton's, incited Colney to some of his cunning rapier-thrusts with his dancing adversary; and the heat which is planted in us for the composition of those cool epigrams, will not allow plain words to follow. Or, handing him over to the police of the Philistines, you may put it, that a habit of assorting spices will render an earnest simplicity distasteful. lie was invited by Nataly to come home with them ; her wish for his presence, besides personal, was moved by an intuition, that his counsel might specially benefit them. lie shrugged ; he said he had work at his chambers. " Work ! " Victor ejaculated : he never could reach to a right comprehension of labour, in regard to the very unre- muuerative occupation of literature. Colney he did not want, and he let him go, as Nataly noticed, without a sign of the reluctance ho showed when the others, including Fenellan, excused themselves. 212 ONE OF OUR CONQUEROES. " So ! we're alone ? " he said, "when the door of the hall had closed on them. He kept Nesta talking of the success of the day until she, observing her mother's look, simulated the setting-in of a frenzied yawn. She was kissed, and slie tripped to her bed. " Now we are alone," Nataly said. " Well, dear, and the day was, you must own . . ." he sought to trifle with her heavy voice; but she recalled him : " Victor ! " and the naked anguish in her cry of his name was like a foreign world threatening the one he filled. " Ah, yes ; that man, that Jarniman. You saw him, I remember. You recollected him ? — stouter than he was. In her service ever since. Well, a little drop of bitter, perhaps : no harm, tonic." " Victor, is she very ill?" "My love, don't feel at your side: she is ill, ill, not the extreme case : not yet : old and ill. I told Skepsey to give the man refreshment : he had to do his errand." " What ? why did he come? " " Ciirious ; he made acquaintance with Skepsey, and appears to have outwitted poor Skepsey, as far as I see it. But if that woman thinks of intimidating me now ! — " His eyes brightened ; he had sprung from evasions. " Living in flagrant sin, she says : you and I ! She will not have it ; wai ns me. Heard this day at noon of company at Lakelands. Jarniman oif at once. Are to live in obscurity; — j-ou and I ! if together ! Dictates from her death-bed— I suppose her death-bed." " Dearest," Xataly pressed hand on her left breast, " may we not think that she may be right ? " " An outrageous tyranny of a decrepit woman naming her- self wife when she is only a limpet of vitality', with drugs for blood, hanging-on to blast the healthy and vigorous ! I remember old Colney's once, in old days, calling that kind of marriage a sarcophagus. It was to me. There I lay — see myself lying ! wasting ! Think what you can good of her, by all means. From her bed ! despatches that Jarniman to me from her bedside, with the word, that she cannot in her conscience allow — what imposition was it I practised ? . flagrant sin? — it would have been an infinitely viler. . She is the cause of suffering enough : I bear no more from her ; I've come to the limit. She has heard of Lakelands CONCERNS THE INTRUSION OF JARNIMAN. 213 slie has taken one of her hatreds to the place. She might have written, might have sent me a gentleman, privatel}'. No : it must be done in dramatic style — for effect : her con- fidential — law3-er? — doctor? — butler! Perhaps to frighten me : — the boy she knew, and — poor soul ! I don't mean to abuse her : but such conduct as this is downright brutal. I laugh at it, I snap my fingers. I can afford to despise it. Only I do say it deserves to be called abominable." " Victor, has she used a threat? " " Am I brought to listen to any of her threats ! — Funny thing, I'm certain that woman never can think of me except as the boy she knew. I saw her first when she was first a widow. She would keep talking to me of the seductions of the metropolis — kept informing me I was a young man . . . shaking her head. I've told you. She — well, I know we are mixtures, women as well as men. I can, I hope, grant the same — I believe I can — allowances to women as to men ; we are poor creatures, all of us — in one sense : though. I won't give Colney his footing ; there's a better way of reading us. I hold fast to Nature. No violation of Nature, my good Colney ! We can live the lives of noble creatures ; and I say that happiness was meant for us : — ^just as, when you sit down to your dinner, you must do it cheerfully, and you make good blood : otherwise all's wrong. There's the right answer to Colney ! But when a woman like that . . . and marries a boy : well, twenty-one — not quite that : and an innocent, a positive innocent — it may seem incredible, after a term of school-life : it was a fact : I can hardly understand it myself when I look back. Marries him ! And then sets to work to persecute him, because he has blood in his veins, because ho worships beauty ; because he seeks a real marriage, a real mate. And, I say it ! — let the world take its own view, the world is wrong ! — because he preferred a virtuous life to the kind of life she would, she must — why, necessarily ! — have driven him to, with a mummy's grain of nature in his body. And I am made of flesh, I admit it." " Victor, dearest, her threat concerns only your living at Lakelands." " Pray, don't speak excitedly, my love," he replied to the woman whose tones had been subdued to scarce more than waver. " You see how I meet it : water off a duck's back or Indian solar beams on the skin of a Hindoo! 1 despise it — 214 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. hardly woitli contempt ; — But, come : our day was a good one. Fenellan worked well. Old Coluey Avas Colney Durance, of course. He did no real miscliief." " And 5"ou will not determine to enter Lakelands — not yet, dear ? " said Nataly. " My own girl, leave it all to me." " But, Victor, I must, must know." " See the case. You have lots of courage. We can't with- draw. Her intention is mischief. I believe the woman keeps herself alive for it : we've given her another lease ! — though it can only be for a very short time ; Themison is precise ; Carling too. If we hold back — I have great faith in Themison — the woman's breath on us is confirmed. We go down, then ; complete the furnishing, quite leisurely ; accept — listen — accept one or two invitations : impossible to refuse ! — but they are accepted ! — and we defy her : — a crazy old creature : imagines herself the wife of the ex-Premier, widow of Prince Le Boo, engaged to the Chinese Ambassador, et csetera. Leave the tussle with that woman to me. No, we don't repeat the error of Craye Farm and Creckholt. And here we have stout friends. Kot to speak of Beaves Urmsing: a picture of Old Christmas England ! You took to him ? — must have taken to Beaves Urmsing ! The Marigolds ! And Sir Eodwell and Lady Blachington are altogether above the mark of Sir Humphrey and Lady Pottil, and thoso half and half Mountneys. There's a warm centre of home in Lake- lands. But I know my Nataly : she is thinking of our girl. Here is the plan : We stand our ground : my dear soul won't forsake me : only there's the thought of Fredi, in the event . . . improbable enough. I lift Fredi out of the atmosphere awhile ; she goes to my cousins the Duvidney ladies." Nataly was hit by a shot. " Can you imagine it, Victor ? " " Eegard it as done." " They will surely decline ! " " Their feeling for General Eadnor is a worship." " All the more . . . ? " " The son inherits it. He goes to them personally. Have ^•ou ever known me personally fail ? Fredi stays at Moors- edge for a month or two. Dorothea and Virginia Duvidney will give her a taste of a new society ; good for the girl. All these little shiftings can be turned to good. Meantime, I say, we stand our ground : but you are not to be worried ; CONCERNS THE INTRUSION OF JARNIMAN. 215 for though we have gone too far to recede, we need not and we will not make the entry into Lakelands until — you know ; that is, auspiciously, to suit you in every way. Thus I pro- vide to meet contingencies. What one may really fancy is, that the woman did but threaten. There's her point of view to be considered : silly, crazy ; but one sees it. We are not sure that she struck a lolow at Craye or Creckholt. I wonder she never wrote. She was frightened, when she came to manage her property, of signing her name to anything. Absurd, that sending of Jarniman ! However, it's her move; we make a corresponding disposition of our chessmen." " And I am to lose my Nesta for a month ? " Nataly said, after catching here and there at the fitful gleams of truce or comfort dropped from his words. And simultaneously, the reproach of her mind to her nature for again and so constantly yielding to the domination of his initiative — unable to find the words, even the ideas, to withstand him, — brought big tears. Angry at herself both for the internal feebleness and the exhibition of it, she blinked and begged excuse. There might be nothing that should, call her to resist him. She could not do much worse than she had done to-day. The reflection, that to-day she had been actually sustained by the expectation of a death to come, diminit^hed her estimate of to-morrow's burden on her endurance, in making her seem a less criminal woman, who would have no such expectation : — which was virtually a stab at a fellow creature's future. Her head was acute to work in the direction of the casuistries and the sensational webs and films. Facing Victor, it was a block. But the thought came : how could she meet those people aboiit Lakelands, without support of the recent guilty whis- pers ! She said coldly, her heart shaking her: " You think there has been a recovery ? " " Invalids are up and down. They are — well, no ; I should think she dreads the ..." he kept "sui-geon" out of hearing. " Or else she means this for the final stroke : ' though I'm lying here, I can still make him feel.' That, or — poor woman — she has her notions of right and wrong." " Could wo not now travel for a few weeks, Victor? " " Certainly, dear ; we will, after we have kept our engage- ments to dine — I accepted — with the Blathcnoys, the Blach- ingtons, Beaves Urmsing." 216 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Nataly's vision of the peaceful lost little dairy cottage swelled to brilliance, like the large tear at the fall; darken- ing under her present efiort to comprehend the necessity it was for him to mix and be foremost with the world. Unable to grasp it perfectl}^ in mind, her compassionate love embraced it : she blamed herself, for being the obstruction to him. " Very well," she said on a sigh. " Then we shall not have to let our girl go from us ? " "Just a few weeks. In the middle of dinner, I scribbled a telegram to the Duvidneys, for Skepsey to tuke." " Speaking of Nesta? " " Of my coming to-morrow. They won't stop me. I dine with them, sleep at the AVells ; hotel fur a night. We are to be separated for a night." She laid her hand in his and gave him a passing view of her face : " For two, dear. I am . . . that man's visit — rather shaken : I shall have a better chance of sleei:)ing if I know I am not disturbing you." She was firm ; and they kissed and parted. Each had an unphrased speculation upon the power of Mrs. Burman to put division between them. CHAPTER XXIII. TREATS OF THE LADIES' LAPDOG TASSO FOR AN' INSTANCE OF MOMENTOUS EFFECTS TRODUCEU BY VERY MINOR CAUSES. The maiden ladies Dorothea and Virginia Duvidney were thin-sweet old-fashioned grey gentlewomen, demurely con- scious of their excellence and awake to the temptation in the consciousness, who imposed a certain reflex primness on the lips of the world when addressing them or when alluding to them. For their appearance was picturesque of the ances- tral time, and their ideas and scrupulousness of delivery suggested the belated in ripeness; orchard apples under a snow-storm ; or any image that will ceremoniously convey the mind's profound appreciation together with the tooth's pai-ic dread of tartness. They were by no means tart; only, THE ladies' lapdog tasso. 217 as you know, the tooth is apprehensively nervous ; an nn inviting sign v\dll set it on edge. Even the pen which would sketch them has a spell on it and must don its coat of office, walk the liveried footman behind them. Their wealth, their deeds of charity, their modesty, their built grey locks, their high repute ; a " Chippendale ele- gance " in a quaintly formal correctness, that they had, as Culney Durance called it ; gave them some queenliness, and allowed them to claim the ear as an oracle and banish rebellious argument. Intuitive knowledge, assisted by the Kev. Stuart Kem and the Eev. Abram Posterley, enabled them to pronounce upon men and things ; not without efifect; their country owned it; the foreigner beheld it. Nor were they corrupted by the servility of the surrounding ear. They were good women, striving to be humbly good. They might, for all the little errors they nightly unrolled to their perceptions, have stood before the world for a study in the white of our humanity. And this may be but a washed wall, it is true : revolutionary sceptics are measuring the depths of it. But the hue refreshes, the world admires ; and we know it an object of aim to the bettermost of the wealthy. If, happily, complacent circumstances have lifted us to the clean paved platform out of grip of puddled clay and bespattering wheeltracks, we get our chance of coming to it. Possessing, for example, nine thousand pounds per annum in Consols, and not expending the whole of it upon our luxuries, we are, without further privation, near to kindling the world's enthusiasm for whiteness. Yet there, too, we find, that character has its problems to solve; there are shades in salt. We must be charitable, but we should be just ; we give to the poor of the laud, but we are eminently the friends of our servants ; duty to mankind diverts us not from the love we bear to our dog ; and with a pathetic sorrow for sin, we discard it from sight and hearing. We hate dirt. Having said so much, having shown it, by sealing the mouth of Mr. Stuart Eem and iceing the veins of Mr. Abram Posterley, in relation to a dreadful public case and a melancholy private, wo have a pleased souse of entry into the world's ideal. At the same time, wo protest our unworthiness. Ac- knowledgeing that they were not purely spotless, these 218 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. ladies gcnuinelj' took tlio tiny flj'-spot for a spur to puri- fication ; and they viewed it as a patch to raise in relief their goodness. They gazed on it, saw themselves in it, and veiled it : warned of the cunning of an oft-defeated Tempter. To do good and sleep well, was their sowing and their reaping. Uneasy consciences could not have slept. The sleeping served for proof of an accurate reckoning and an expungeing of the day's debits. They differed in opinion now and then, as we see companion waves of the river, blown by a gust, roll a shadow between them ; and almost equally transient were their differences with a world that they condemned when they could not feel they (as an embodiment of their principles) were leading it. The English world at times betrayed a restiveness in the walled pathway of virtue ; for, alas, it closely neighbours the French; only a Channel, often dangerously smooth, to divide: but it is not perverted for long; and the English Funds are always constant and a tower. Would they be sxiRered to be so, if libertinism were in the ascendant? Colney Durance was acquainted with the Duvidney ladies. Hearing of the journey to them] and the 'purport of it, he said, with the mask upon glee : " Then Victor has met his match ! " Nataly had sent for him to dine with her in Victor's absence : she was far from grieved, as to the result, by his assurance to her, that Victor had not a chance. Colney thought so. " Just like him ! to be off gaily to try and over- come or come over the greatest power in England." They were England herself; the squat old woman she has become by reason of her overlapping numbers of the comfortable fund-holder annuitants : a vast body of passives and nega- tives, living by precept, according to rules of precedent, and supposing themselves to be righteously guicled because of their continuing undisturbed. Them he branded, as hypo- critical materialists, and the country for pride in her SAveet- meat plethora of them : — mixed with an ancient Hebrew fear of offence to an inscrutable Lord, eccentrically appeasable through the dreary iteration of the litany of sinfulness. He was near a truth ; and he had the heat of it on him. Satirists in their fervours might be near it to grasp it, if they could be moved to moral distinctness, mental intention, with a preference of strong plain speech over the crack of THE ladies' lapdog tasso. 219 tlicir wliips. Colney could not or would not praise our modern adventurous, experimental, heroic, tramping active, as opposed to yonder pursy passives and negatives ; he had occasions for flicking the fellow sharply : and to speak of the Lord as our friend present with us, palpable to Reason, perceptible to natural piety solely through the reason, which justifies punishment ; that would have stopped his mouth upon the theme of God-forsaken creatures. Our satirist is an executioner by profession, a moralist in excuse, or at the tail of it ; though he thinks the position reversed, when he moralizes angrily to have his angry use of the scourge con- doned. Nevertheless, he fills a serviceable place ; and certainly he is not happy in his business. Colney suffered as heavily as he struck. If ho had been no more than a mime in the motley of satire, he would have sucked com- pensation from the acid of his phrases, for the failure to prick and goad, and work amendment. He dramatized to Nataly some of the scene going on at the Wells: Victor's petition; his fugue in urgency of it; the brief reply of Miss Dorothea and her muted echo Miss Virginia. He was rather their apologist for refusing. But, as when, after himself listening to their ' views,' ho had deferentially withdrawn from the ladies of Moorsedge, and had then beheld their strangely-hatted lieutenants and tho regiments of the toneless respectable on the pantiles and tho mounts, the curse upon the satirist impelled him to gene- ralize. Tho quiet good ladies were multiplied : they were " the thousands of their sisters, petticoated or long-coated or buck-skinned; comfortable annuitants under clerical shepherding, close upon outnumbering the labourers they paralyze at home and stultify abroad." Colney thumped away. The country's annuitants had for type " tho figure Avith tho helmet of tho Owl-Goddess and the trident of tho Earth-shaker, seated on a wheel, at the back of penny- pieces; in whom you see neither tho beauty of nakedness nor tho charm of drapery; not tho helmet's dignity or the trident's power ; but she has patently that which stops the wlicel; and poseing for representative of an imperial nation, she helps to pass a penny." So ho jDassod his epigram, heed- less of tho understanding or attention of his hearer ; avIio temporarily misjudged him for a man impelled by tho vanity of literary point and finish, when indeed it was hot satiric 220 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. spite, justified of its aim, which crushed a class to extract a drop of scathing acid, in the interests of the country, mankind as well. Xataly wanted a picture painted, colours and details, that she might get a vision of the scene at Moorsedge. She did her best to feel an omen and sound it, in his question " whether the yearly increasing army of the orderly annuitants and their parasites does not demon- strate the proud old country as a sheath for pith rather than of the vital run of sap." Perhaps it was patriotic to inquire; and doubtless she was the weakest of women ; she could follow no thought; her heart was beating blindly beside Victor, hopeing for the refusal painful to her through his disappointment. " You think me foolish," she made answer to one of Colney's shrugs ; " and it has come to that pitch with me, that I can- not be sensible of a merit except in being one with him — obeying, is the word. And I have never yet known him fail. That terrible Lakelands wears a different look to me, when I think of what he can do ; though I would give half my days to escape it." She harped on the chord of feverish extravagance ; the more hateful to Colney because of his perceiving, that she simulated a blind devotedness to stupefy her natural pride ; and he was divided between stamping on her for an imbecile and dashing at Victor for a maniac. But her situation rendered her pitiable. " You will learn to-morrow what Victor has done," he said, and thought how the simple words carried the bitterness. That was uttered within a few minutes of midnight, when the ladies of Moorsedge themselves, after an exhausting resistance to their dearest relative, were at the hall-door of the house with Victor, saying the good-night, to which he responded liurriedly, cordially, dumbly, a baffled man. They clasped hands. Miss Dorothea said : " You, Victor, always. Miss Virginia said : " You will be sure of welcome." He walked out upon the moonless night; and for lack of any rounded object in the smothering darkness to look at, ho could nowhere take moorings to gather himself together and define the man who had undergone so portentous a defeat. He was glad of quarters at an hotel, a solitary bed, absence from his Nataly. For their parts, the ladies were not less shattered. They THE ladies' LAPDOa TASSO. 221 had no triump]i in their victory : the weight of it bore them down. They closed, locked, shot the bolts and fastened the chain of the door. They had to be reminded by the shaking of their darling dog Tasso's curly silky coat, that he had not taken his evening's trot to notify malefactors of his watchful- ness and official wrath at sound of footfall or a fancied one. Without consultation, they unbolted the door, and Tasso went forth, to " compose his vesper hymn," as Mr. Posterley once remarked amusingly. Though not pretending to the Muse's crown so far, the little dog had qualities to entrance the spin&ter sex. His mistresses talked of him ; of his readi- ness to go forth ; of the audible first line of his hymn or sonnet ; of his instinct telling him that something was wrong in the establishment. For most of the servants at Moorsedge were prostrated by a fashionable epidemic; a slight attack, the doctor said ; but Montague, the butler, had withdrawn for the nursing of his wife ; Perrin, the footman, was confined to his chamber ; Manton, the favourite maid, bad appeared in the morning with a face that caused her banishment to bed ; and the cook, Mrs. Bannister, then sighingly agreed to send up cold meat for the ladies' dinner. Hence their melancholy inhospitality to their cousin Victor, who had, in spite of his errors, the right to claim his place at their table, was "of the blood," they said. He was recognized as the living prince of it. His every gesture, every word, recalled the General. The trying scene with him had withered them, they did not speak of it ; each had to the other the look of a vessel that has come out of a gale. Would they sleep ? They scarcely dared ask it of themselves. They had done rightly ; silence upon that reflection seemed best. It was the silence of an inward agitation ; still they knew the power of good consciences to summon sleep. Tasso was usually timed for five minutes. They were astonished to discover by the clock, that they had given him ten. He was very quiet : if so, and for whatever he did, ho had his reison, they said: he was a dog endowed with reason : endowed — and how they wished that Mr, Stuart Eem would admit it! — with, their love of the little dog believed (and Mr. Posterley acquiesced), a soul. Ho but think it of dear animals, and any form of cruelty to them becomes an impossibility, Mr. Stuart Kcm ! But ho would not bo convinced : ungenerously indeed ho named Mr. 5i22 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Posterley a courtier. The ladies could have etorted, that Mr. Posterley had not a brother who was the celebrated surgeon Sir Nicholas Kem. Usually Tasso came lunning in when the ball-door was opened to him. Not a sound of him could bo heard. The ladies blew his familiar whistle. Ho trotted back to a third appeal, and was, unfortunately for them, not caressed ; he received reproaches from two forefingers directed straight at his reason. He saw it and felt it. The hug of him Avas deferred to the tender good-night to him in his basket at the foot of the ladies' beds. On entering their spiacious bed-chamber, they were so fatigued that sleep appeared to their minds the compensat- ing logical deduction. Miss Dorothea suppressed a yawn, and inflicted it upon Miss Virginia, who returned it, with an apology, and immediately had her sister's hand on her shoulder, for an attempted control of one of the irresistibles ; a spectacle imparting bitter shudders and shots to the sympathetic jawbones of an observer. Hand at mouth, for not in privacy would they have been guilty of exposing a grimace, they signified, under an interim smile, their maidenly submission to the ridiculous force of nature : after which. Miss Virginia retired to the dressing-room, absorbed in woeful recollection of the resolute No they had been compelled to reiterate, in response to the most eloquent and, saving for a single instance, admirable man, their cousin, the representative of 'the blood,' supplicating them, A recreant thankfulness coiled within her bosom at the thought, that Dorothea, true to her oifice of speaker, had tasked her- self with the cruel utterance and repetition of the word. Victor's wonderful eyes, his voice, yet more than his urgent pleas; and also, in the midst of his fiery flood of speech, his gentleness, his patience, pathos, and a man's tone through it all ; were present to her. Disrobed, she knocked at the door. " I have called to you twice," Dorothea said ; and she looked a motive for the call. "What is it?" said Virginia, with faltering sweetness, with a terrible divination. The movement of a sigh was made. " Are you aware of anything, dear? " Virginia was taken with the contrary movement of a sniff. THE ladies' lapdog tasso. 223 But the fear informing it prevented it from "being venture- some. Doubt of the pure atmosphere of their bed-chamber, appeared to her as too heretic even for the positive essay. In affirming, that she was not aware of anything, her sight fell on Tasso. His eyeballs were those of a little dog that Las been awfully questioned. " It is more than a suspicion," said Dorothea ; and plainly now, while open to the seductions of any pleasing infidel testimony, her nose in repugnance convicted him absolutely.- Virginia's nose was lowered a few inches ; it inhaled and stopped midway. " You must be mistaken, dear. He never ..." " But are you insensible to the ..." Dorothea's eyelids fainted. Virginia dismissed the forlornest of efforts at incredulity. A whiff of Tasso had smitten her. " Ah ! " she exclaimed and fell away. " Is it Tasso ! How was it you noticed nothing before undressing, dear?" " Thinking of what we have gone through to-night ! I forgot him. At last the very strange. . . . The like of it I have not ever ! . . . And upon that thick coat ! And, dear, it is late. We are in the morning hours." " But, my dear — Oh, dear, what is to be done with him?" That was the crucial point for discussion. They had no servant to give them aid ; Manton, they could not dream of disturbing, And Tasso's character was in the estimate ; he hated washing ; it balefully depraved his temper ; and not only, creature of habit that ho was, would he decline to lie down anywhere save in their bedroom, he would lament, plead, insist unremittingly, if excluded; terrifying every poor invalid of the house. Then again, were they at this late hour to dress themselves, and take him downstairs, and light a fire in the kitchen, and boil sufficient water to give him a bath and scrubbing ? Cold water would be death to him. Besides, ho would ring out his alarum for the house to hear, pour out all his poetry, poor dear, as Mr. I'osterley called it, at a touch of cold water. The catastrophe was one to weep over, the dilemma a trial of the strongest intelligences. In addition to reviews of their solitary alternative — the having of a befouled degraded little dog in their chamber through the night, they were subjected to a conllict of emotions when eyeing him : and there came to them the 224 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. painful, perhaps irreverent, perhaps uncharitable, thought : — that the sinner who has rolled in the abominable, must cleanse him and do things to polish him and perfume before again embraced even bj the mind : if indeed we can ever have our old sentiment for him again ! Mr, Stuart Eem might decide it for them. Kay, before even the heart embraces him, he must completely purify himself. That is to say, the ordinary human sinner — save when a relative. Contemplating Tasso, the hearts of the ladies gushed out in pity of an innocent little dog, knowing not evil, dependent on his friends for help to be purified ; — necessarily kept at a distance : the very look of him prescribed extreme separation, as far as practicable. But they had proof of a love almost greater than it was previous to the offence, in the tender precautions they took to elude repulsion. He was rolling on the rug, communicating contagion. Flasks of treble-distilled lavender water, and their favourite, traditional in the family, eau d'Arquebusade, were on the toilet-table. They sprinkled his basket, liberally sprinkled the rug and the little dog. Perfume-pastilles were in one of the sitting-rooms below ; and Virginia would have gone down softly to fetch a box, but Dorothea restrained her, in pity for the servants, with the remark : " It would give us a nightmare of a Koman Catholic Cathedral ! " A bit of the window was lifted by Dorothea, cautiously, that prowling outsiders might not be attracted. Tasso Avas wooed to his basket. He seemed inquisitive ; the antidote of his naughti- ness excited him ; his tail circled after his muzzle several times; then he lay. A silken scarf steeped in eau d'Arque- busade was flung across him. Their customary devout observances concluded, lights were extinguished, and the ladies kissed, and entered their beds. Their beds were not homely to them, Dorothea thought that Virginia was long in settling herself. Virginia did not like the sound of Dorothea's double sigh. Both listened anxiously for the doings of Tasso. He rested. He was uneasy; he was rounding his basket once more; unaware of the exaggeration of his iniquitous conduct, poor innocent, he shook that dreadful coat of his ! He had displaced the prophylactic cover of the scarf. He drove them in a despair to speculate on the contention between the perfume and the stench in junction, with such THE ladies' LAPDOa TASSO. 225 a doulit of tlie victoiy of whicli of the two, as di-ags us to fear our worst. It steals into our nostrils, possesses tliem. As tlie History of Mankind has informed us, we were led up to our civilization by the nose. But Philosophy warns us on that eminence, to beware of trusting exclusively to our conductor, lest the mind of us at least be plunged back into barbarism. The ladies hated both the cause and the con- sequence, they had a revulsion from the object, of the above contention. But call it not a contention : there is nobility in that. This was a compromise, a degrading union, with very sickening results. Whether they came of an excess of the sprinkling, could not well be guessed. The drenching at least was righteously intended. Beneath their shut eyelids, they felt more and more the oppression of a darkness not laden with slumber. They saw it in solidity ; themselves as restless billows, driven dashing to the despondent sigh. Sleep was denied them. Tasso slept. He had sinned unknowingly, and that is not a spiritual sin ; the chastisement confers the pardon. But why was this ineflfable blessing denied to them ? Was it that they might have a survey of all the day's deeds and examine them under the cruel black beams of Insomnia? Virginia said : " You are wakeful." " Thoughtful," was the answer. A century of the midnight rolled on. Dorothea said : " He behaved very boaTilifully." " I looked at the General's portrait while ho besought us," Virginia replied. " One sees him in Victor, at Victor's age. Try to sleep." " I do. I pray that you may." Silence courted slumber. Their interchange of speech from the posture of bodies on their backs, had been low and deliberate, in the tone of the vaults. Dead silence recalled the strangeness of it. The night was breathless ; their open window a peril bestowing no boon. They were mutually haunted by sound of the gloomy query at the nostrils of each when drawing the vital breath. But for that, they thought they might have slejit. Bed spako to bed : " The words of Mr. Stuart Rem last Sunday ! " " He said : ' Be just.' Could one but see direction I " " In obscurity, feeling is a guide." Q 226 ONE OF CUE CONQUERORS. "The heart." " It may sometimes be followed." " "When it concerns the family." " He would have the living, who are seeking peace, be just." " Not to assume the scat of justice." Again they lay as tombstone effigies, that have committed the passage of affairs to another procession of the Ages. There was a gentle sniff, in hopeless confirmation of the experience of its predecessors, A sister to it ensued. " Could Victor have spoken so, without assurance in his conscience, that his entreaty was righteously addressed to us ? that we . . ." " And no others ! " " I think of his language. He loves the child." " In heart as in mind, he is eminently gifted ; acknow- ledgeing error." " He was very young." The huge funereal minutes conducted their sonorous hearse, the hour. It struck in the bed-room Three. Ko more than three of the clock, it was the voice telling of half the precious restoiative nighthours wasted. Kow, as we close our eyelids when we would go to sleep, so must we, in expectation of the peace of mind granting us the sweet oblivion, preliminarily do something which in- vokes, that we may obtain it. " Dear," Dorothea said. "I know indeed," said Virginia. '• We may have been 1 " " Not designingly." " Indeed not. I3ut harsh it may be named, if the one innocent is to be the sufferer." " The child can iu no sense be adjudged guilty." "It is Victor's child." " He adores the child." Wheels were in mute motion within them ; and presently the remark was tossed-up : " In his coming to us, it is jDOssible to see paternal solicitude." Thence came fruit of reflection : " To be instruiiiental as guides to a tender young life ! " THE ladies' lapdog tasso. 227 Eeflection heated with visions : " Once our dream ! " They had the happier feeling of composure, though Tasso possessed the room. Not Tasso, but a sublimated offenhive- nes.s, issue of the antagonistically combined, dispersed to be the more penetrating; insomuch that it seemed to them they could not ever again make use of eau d' Arqiiehunade without the vitiating reminder. So true were the words of Mr. Stuart Eem : 'Half measiires to purification are the most delusive of our artifices.' Fatigue and its reflections helped to be peacefuUer. Their souls were mounting to a serenity above the nauseating degradation, to whicli the poor little dog had dragged them. " Victor gave his promise." "At least, concession would not imply contact with the guilty." _ Both sighed as they toolc-up the burden of the vaporous Tasso to drop him ; with the greater satisfaction in the expelling of their breath. " It might be said, dear, that concession to his entreaty does not in any way countenance the sin." " I can see, dear, how it miglit be read as a reproof." Their exchange of sentences followed meditative pauses; Dorothea leading. " To one so sensitive as Victor ! " " A month or two of our society for the child ! " " It is not the length of time." " Tiie limitation assures against maternal claims." " She would not dare." " He used the words : ' her serious respect ' for us. I should not wish to listen to him often." " We listen to a higher." " It may really be, that the child is like him." " Not resembling Mr. Stuart Rem's Clementina ! " " A week of that child gave us our totally sleepless night." " One thinks more hopefully of a child of Victor's." '' He would preponderate." " He would." They sighed ; but it was now with the relief of a lightened oppression. " H, dear, in truth the father's look is in the child, he has the greater reason to desire fur her a taste of our atmosphere." 228 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. " Do not pursue it. Sleep." " One prayer ! " " Your mention of our atmosphere, dear, destroys my power to frame one. Do you, for two. But I would cleanse my heart." " There is none purer." "Hush." Virginia spoke a more fervent word of praise of her sister, and had not the hushing response to it. She heard the soft regular breathing. Her own was in downy fellowship with it a moment later. At the hour of nine, in genial dajdight, sitting over the crumbs of his hotel breakfast, Victor received a little note that bore the handwriting of Dorothea Duvidney. " Dear Victor, we are prepared to receive the child for a month. In haste, before your train. Our love. D. and V." His face flashed out of cloud. A more precious document had never been handed to him. It chased back to midnight the doubt hovering over his belief in himself; — phrased to say, that he was no longer the A'ictor Eadnor known to the world. And it extinguished a corpse-light recollection of a baleful dream in the night. Here shone radiant witness of his being the very man ; save for the spot of his recent confusion in distinguishing his identity or in feeling that he stood whole and solid. — Because of two mature maiden ladies? Yes, because of two maiden ladies, my good fellow. And friend Culney, you know the ladies, and what the getting round them for one's purposes really means. The sprite of Colney Durance had struck him smartly overnight. Victor's internal crow was over Colney now. And when you have the optimist and pessimist acutely opposed in a mixing group, they direct lively conversations at one another across the gulf of distance, even of time. For a principle is involved, besides the knowledge of the other's triumph or dismay. The couple are scales of a balance; and not before last night had Victor ever consented to think of Colney ascending while he dropped low to graze the pebbles. He left his hotel for the station, singing the great aria of the fourth Act of the Favorita : neglected since that mighty nesta's engagement. 229 German witli his Bienzi, and TannJidu^er, and Tristan and Isolda, had mastered him, to the displacement of his boy- hood's beloved sugary -inis and -antes and -zettis ; had clearly mastered, not beguiled, him; had wafted him up to a new realm, invigorating if severer. But now his j-outh would have its voice. He travelled up to town with Sir Abraham Quatley, and talked, and took and gave hints upon Cily and Commercial affairs, while the honeyed Italian of the conventional, gloriously animal, stress and flutter had a revel in his veins, now and then mutedly ebullient at the mouth: honeyed, golden, rich in visions; — having surely much more of Nature's encouragement to lier children? CHAPTEK XXIV. nesta's engagement. A WORD in his ear from Fenellan, touching that man Blathenoy, set the wheels of Victor's brain at work upon his defences, for a minute, on the walk Westward. Who knew? — who did not know ! He had a torpid consciousness that he cringed to the world, with an entreaty to the great monster to hold off in ignorance; and the next instant, he had caught its miserable spies by the lurcher neck and was towering. Ho dwelt on his contempt of them, to curtain tlie power they could stir. " The little woman, you say, took to Dartrey?" Fenellan, with the usual apologetic moderation of a second statement, thought " there was the look of it." " Well, we must watch over her. Dartrey ! — but Darti-ey's an honest fellow with women. But men are men. Very few men spare a woman when the mad fit is on her. A little woman — pretty little woman ! — wife to Jacob Blathe- noy ! She mustn't at her ago have any close choosing — under her hand. And Dartroy's just the figure to strike a spark in a tinder-box head." " With a husband who'd reduce Minerva's to tinder, after a month of him ! " " lie spent his honeymoon at his place at Wrcnsham ; 230 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. told mo so." Blatlienoy had therefore then heard of the buihling of Lakelands by the Victor Radnor of the City ; and had then, we guess — in the usual honeymoon boasting of a windbag with his bride — wheezed the foul gossip, to hide his emptiness and do duty for amusement of the pretty little caged bird. Probably so. But Victor knew that Blathenoy needed him and feared him. Probably the wife had been enjoined to keep silence ; for the Blachingtons, Fannin gs and others were, it could be sworn, blank and unscratched folio sheets on the subject : — as yet ; unless Mrs. Burman had dropped venom. " One pities the little woman, eh, Fenellan ? " "Dartrey won't be back for a week or so; and they're off to Switzerland, after the dinner they give. I heard Irom him this morning ; one of the Clanconans is ill," " Lucky. But wherever Blatlienoy takes her, he must be the same ' arid bore,' as old Colney says." "A domestic simoom," said Fenellan, booming it: and Victor had a shudder. " Awlul thing, marriage, to some women ! We chain them to that domestic round; most of them haven't the means of independence or a chance of winning it; and all that's open to them, if they've made a bad cast for a mate — and good Lord ! how are they to know before it's too late ! — they haven't a choice except to play tricks or jump to the deuce or sit and 'drape in blight,' as Colney has it; though his notion of the optional marriages, broken or renewed every seven years ! — if he means it. You never know, with him. It sounds like another squirt of savage irony. It's donkey nonsense, eh ? " "The very hee-haw of nonsense," Fenellan acquiesced. " Come, come; read your Scriptures; donkeys have shown wisdom," Victor said, rather leaning to the theme of a fi etfulness of women in the legal yoke. " They're donkeys till we know them for prophets. "Who can tell! Coluey may be hailed for one fifty years hence." Fenellan was not invited to enter the house, although the loneliness of his lodgeings was known, and also, that ho played whist at his Club. Victor had grounds for turning to him at the door and squeezing his hand warmly, by way of dismissal. In ascribing them to a weariness at Fenellan's perpetual acquiescence, he put the cover on them, and he nesta's engagement. 231 stamped it with a repurliation of the cliavge, that Colney's views upon the great Marriage Question were the ' very hee-haw of nonsense.' They were not the hee-haw ; in fact, viewing the host of marriages, they were for discussion ; there was no bray about them. He could not feel them to be absurd while Mrs. Barman's tenure of existence barred the ceremony. Anything for a phrase ! he murmured of Fenellan's talk ; calling him. Dear old boy, to soften the slight. Nataly had not seen Fenellan or heard from Dartrey ; so she continued to be uninformed of her hero's release ; and that was in the order of happy accidents. She had hardly to look her interrogation for the news; it radiated. But he stated such matter-of-course briefly. " The good ladies are ready to receive our girl." Her chagrin resolved to a kind of solace of her draggled pride, in the idea, that he who tamed everybody to sub- mission, might well have command of her. The note, signed D, and V., was shown. There stood the words. And last night she had been partly of the opinion of Colney Durance. She sank down among the unreasoning abject ; — not this time with her perfect love of him, but with a resistance and a dubiety under compression. For she had not quite comprehended why Nesta should go. This readiness of the Duvidney ladies to receive the girl, stopped her mental inquiries. She begged for a week's delay; "before the parting;" as her dear old silly mother's pathos whimpered it, of the separation for a month ! and he smiled and hummed pleasantly at any small petition, thinking her in error to expect Dartrey 's return to town before the close of a week ; and then wondering at women, mildly denouncing in his heart the mothers who ran risk of disturbing their daughters' bosoms with regard to particular heroes married or not. Dartrey attracted women : he was one of the men who do it without effort. Victoi's ])rovident mind blamed the motlier for the iudis- creetness of her wish to have him among tliem. But Dudley had been making way bravely of late; ho improved; he began to bloom, like a Spring flower of tlie garden protected from frosts under glass; and Fredi was tho sheltering and nourishing bestower of the lessons. One could see, his questions and other little points revealed, that he had a 232 ONE OF OUB CONQUERORS. certain lover's dread of Dartrey Fenellan ; a sort of jealonsy : Victor understood the feeling. To love a girl, who has her ideal of a man elsewhere in another ; though she may know she never can wed the man, and has not the hope of it ; is torment to the lover quailing, as we do in this terrible season of the priceless deliciousness, stripped against all the winds that blow ; skinless at times. One gets up a sympathy for the poor shy dependent shivering lover. Nevertheless, here was young Dudley waking, visibly becoming bolder. As in the flute-duets, he gained fire from concert. The distance between Cronidge and Moorsedge was two miles and a quarter. Instead of the delay of a whole week, Victor granted four days, which embraced a musical evening at Mrs. John Cormyn's on the last of the days, when Nesta was engaged to sing with her mother a duet of her own composition, the first public fruit of her lessons in counterpoint from rigid Herr Striiuscher, who had said what he had said, in letting it pass : eulogy, coming from him. So Victor heard, and be doated on the surprise to come for hiin, in a boyish anticipation. The girl's little French ballads under tutelage of Louise de Seilles promised, though they were imitative. If Striiuscher let this pass . . . A ictor saw Grand Opera somewhere to follow; England's claim to be a creative musical nation vindicated ; and the genius of the fair sex as well. He heard the duet at Mrs. Cormyn's; and he imagined a hearing of his Fredi's Opera, and her godmother's delight in it; the once-famed Sanfredini's consent to be the diva at a rehearsal, and then her compelling her hidalgo duque to consent further : an event not inconceivable. For here was downright genius ; the flowering aloe of the many j-ears in formation ; and Colney admitted the song to have a streak of genius ; though he w^ould pettishly and stupidly say, that our modem newspaper Press is able now to force genius for us twenty or so to the month, excluding Sundays — our short pauses for the incubation of it. Eeal rare genius was in that song, nothing forced ; and exquisite melody ; one of those melodies which fling gold chains about us and lead us off, lead us back into Eden. Victor hummed at bars of it on the drive homeward. His darlings had to .sing it again in the half-lighted drawing-room. The bubble-happiness of the nesta's engagement. 233 three was vexed only by tidings heard from Colney during the evening of a renewed instance of Skepsey's misconduct. Priscilla Graves had hurried away to him at the close of Mr. John Cormyn's Concert, in consequence ; in grief and in sympathy. Skepsey was to appear before the magistrate next morning, for having administered physical chastise- ment to his wife during one of her fits of drunkenness. Colney had seen him. His version of the story was given, however, in the objectionable humorous manner : none could gather from it what might bo pleaded for Skepsey. His ' lesson to his wife in the art of pugilism, before granting her CajDlain's rank among the Defensive Amazons of Old England,' was the customary patent absurdity. But it was odd, that Skepsey always preferred his appeal for help to Colney Durance. Nesta proposed following Priscilla that night. She had hinted her wish, on the way home ; she was urgent, beseeching, when her father lifted praises of her : she had to start with her father by the train at seven in the morning, and she could not hear of poor Skepsey for a number of hours. She begged a day's delay; which would enable her, she said, to join them in dining at the Blaching- ton's, and seeing dear Lakelands again. " I was invited, you know." She spoke in childish style, and under her eyes she beheld her father and mother exchange looks. He had a fear that Nataly might support the girl's petition. Nataly read him to mean, possible dangers among the people at Wrensham. She had seemed hesitating. After meeting Victor's look, her negative was firm. She tried to make it one of distress for the use of the negative to her own dear girl. Nesta spied beneath. But what was it? There was a reason for her going! She had a right to stiiy, and see and talk with Captain Dartrey, and she was to bo deported 1 So now she set herself to remember little incidents at Creckholt : particularly a conversation in a very young girl's hearing, upon Sir Humphrey and Lady Pottil's behaviour to the speakers, her parents. She hud then, and she now had, an extraordinary feeling, as from a wind striking upon soft summer weather off regions of ice, that she was in her parents' way. How ? The feeling was irrational ; it could give her no reply, or only the multitudinous which are tho question violently repeated. She slept on it. 234 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. Slio and ber father breakfasted by tbe London birds' first twitter. They talked of Skcpsey. She spoke of her soii^o as exile. "No," said lie, "you're STiro to meet friends." Her cheeks glowed. It came whollv through the sudden- ness of the recollection, that the family-seat of one among the friends was near the Wells. He was allowed to fancy, as it suited him to fancy, that a vivid secret pleasure laid the colour on those ingeuuous fair cheeks. "A scditary flute for me, for a month! I shall mhs my sober comrade : got the habit of duetting : and he's gentle, bears with me." Tears lined her eyelids. " Who would not be, dearest dada ! But there is nothing to bear except the honour." " You like him? You and I always have the same tastes, Fredi." Kow there was a reddening of the sun at the mount ; all the sky aflame. How could he know that it was not the heart in the face ! She reddened because she had perused his washes ; had detected a scheme striking off from them, and knew a man to be the object of it ; and because she had at the same time the sense of a flattery in her quick divina- tion ; and she was responsively emotional, her blood virginal ; often it was a tropical lightning. It looked like the heart doing rich painter's work on maiden features. Victor was naturally as deceived as he wished to be. From his being naturally so, his remarks on Dudley had an air of embracing him as one of the family. " His manner to me just hits me." " I like to see him with you," she said. Her father let his tongue run : " One of the few young men I feel perfectly at home with ! I do like dealing with a gentleman. I can confide in a gentleman : honour, heart, whatever I hold dearest." There he stopped, not too soon. The girl was mute, fully agreeing, slightly hardening. She had a painful sense of seiaration from her dear Louise. And it was now to be from her mother as well : she felt the pain when kissing her mother in bed. But this was moderated by the pro.-pect of a holiday away out of reach of Mr. Barmbj-'s pursuing voice, whom her mother favoured: and her mother was concealing nesta's engagement. 235 something from her; so she could not make the conficlauto of her mother. Nataly had no forewarnings. Her simple regrets filled her bosom. All night she had been taking her chastisement, and in the morning it seemed good to her, that she should be denuded, for her girl to learn the felicity of having relatives. For some reason, over which Nataly mused in the suc- ceeding hours, the girl had not spoken of any visit her mother was to pay to the Duvidney ladies or they to her. Latterly she had not alluded to her mother's family. It might mean, that the beloved and dreaded was laying finger on a dark thing in the dark ; reading syllables by touch ; keeping silence over the communications to a mind not yet actively speculative, as it is a way with young women. " With young women educated for the market, to be timorous, consequently secretive, rather snaky," Colney Durance bad said. Her Ne.sta was not one of the "framed and glazed" description, cited by him, for an example of the triumph of the product; "exactly harmonious with the ninny male's ideal of female innocence." No ; but what if the mother had opened her heart to her girl? It had been of late her wish or a dream, shaping hourly to a design, now positively to go through that furnace. Her knowledge of Victor's objection, restrained an impulse that had not won spring enough to act against his counsel or vivify an intelligence grown dull in slavery under him, with regard to the one seeming right course. The adoption of it would have wounded him — therefore her. She had thought of him first ; she had also thought of herself, and she blamed herself now. She went so far as to think, that Victor was guilty of the schemer's error of counting human creatures arithmetically, in the sum, witliout the estimate of distinctive qualities and value here and there. His return to a shivering sensitive- ness on the subject of his girl's enlightenment "just yet," for which Nataly pitied and loved liim, sharing it, with humiliation for doing so, became finally her excuse. Wo must have some excuse, if we would keep to life. Skepsey's case appeared in the evening papers. He con- fessed, "frankly," he said, to the magistrate, that, "acting under temporary exasi)eration, ho had lost for a moment a man's proper self-command." He was as frank in slating, that ho " occupied the i)riHoner'B place before his Woraliip a 236 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. second time, and was a second time indebted to the gentle- man, Mr. Colney Durance, who so kindly stood hy liim." There was hilarity in the Court at his quaint sententious envelopment of the idiom of the streets, which he delivered with solemnity: "He could only plead, not in absolute justification — an appeal to human sentiments — the feelings of a man of the humbler orders, returning home in the evening, and his thoughts upon things not without their importance, to find repeatedly the guardian of his household beastly drunk, and destructive." Colney made the case quite intelligible to the magistrate ; who gravely robed a strain of the idiomatic in the officially awful, to keep in tune with his delinquent. No serious harm had been done to the woman. Skepsey was admonished and released. His wife expressed her willingness to forgive him, now he had got his lesson ; and she hoped he would understand, that there was no need for a woman to learn pugilism. Skepsey would have explained ; but the case was over, he was hustled out. However, a keen young reporter present smelt fun for copy ; he followed the couple ; and in a particular evening Journal, laughable matter was printed concerning Skepsey's view of the pugilism to be imparted to women for their physical pro- tection in extremity, and the distinction of it from the blow conveying the moral lesson to them ; his wife having objected to the former, because it annoyed her and he pestered her ; and she was never, she said, ready to stand up to him for practice, as he called it, except when she had taken more than he thought wholesome for her : — he had no sense. There was a squabble between them, because he chose to scour away to his master's office instead of conducting her homo with the honours. Kesta read the young reporter's version, with shrieks. She led the ladies of Moorsedge to discover amusement in it. At first, as her letter to her mother described them, they were like a pair of pieces of costly China, with the settled smile, and cold. She saw but the outside of them, and she continued reporting the variations, which steadily determined to warmth. On the night of the third day, they kissed her tenderly ; they were human figures. No one could be aware of the trial undergone by the good ladies in receiving her : Victor's child ; but, as their phrase would have run, had they dared to give it utterance to one nesta's engagement. 237 another, a child of sin. How foreign to them, in that character ; how strange, when she Avas looked on as an inhabitant of tlieir house; they hardly dared to estimate; until the timorous estimation, from graduallj' swelling, suddenly sank ; nature invaded them ; they could discard the alienating sense of the taint; and not only did they no longer fear the moment when Mr. Stuart Eem or Mr. Posterley might call for evening tea, but they consulted upon inviting the married one of those gentlemen, " to divert dear Nesta." Every night she slept well. In all she did, she proved she was ' of the blood.' She had Victor's animated eyes ; she might have, they dreaded to think, his eloquence. They put it down to his eloquence entirely, that their resistance to his petition had been overcome, fur similarly Avith the treatment of the private acts of royal personages by lacquey History, there is, in the minds of the ultra-civilized, an insistance, that any event having a con- sequence in matters personal to them, be at all hazards recorded with the utmost nicety in decency. By such means, they preserve the ceremonial self-respect, which is a necessity of their existence ; and so they maintain the regal elevation over the awe-struck subjects of their interiors ; who might otherwise revolt, pull down, scatter, dishonour, expose for a shallow fiction the holiest, the most vital to them. A demo- cratic evil spirit is abroad, generated among congregations, often perilously communicating its wanton laughter to the desperate wickedness they know (not solely through the monition of Mr. Stuart Eem) to lurk within. It has to be excluded : on certain points they must not think. The night uf Tas^o was darkly clouded in the minds of the pure ladies : a rift would have seized their half-slumbering sense of smell, to revive the night, perhaps disorder the stately march of their intelligences. I Victor's eloquence, Victor's influence, Victor's child : he carried them as a floodstream, insomuch, that their reception of this young creature of the blot on her birth, was regarded by them in the unmentioned abstract, and the child's presence upon earth secTi with the indultrcnce (without the naughty curiosity) of the loyal moial J']nglish for the numerous olfspring of the peccadillos of their monarchs. These things pass muster from being " Britannically cocooned in tlie purple," says our irreverent satirist; and the maiden ladiea' 238 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. passion of devotion to ' tlio Wood' helped to blind them; hut still more so did the imperious urgency to curtain closely the night of Tasso, throwing all its consequences upon Victor's masterful tongue. Whence it ensued (and here is the danger for illogical individuals as well as vast communities, who continue to batten upon fiction when the convenience of it has taken the place of pleasure), that they had need to exalt his eloquence, for a cloak to their conduct ; and doing it, they fell into a habit of yielding to him ; they disintegrated under him ; rules, principles, morality, were shaken to some confusion. And still proceeding thus, they now and then glanced back, more wonderlngly than convicted sinners upon their days of early innocence, at the night when successfully thej" M-ithstood him. Thej^ who had doubted of the Tight- ness of letting Victor's girl come into collision with two clerical gentlemen, one of whom was married, permitted him now to bring the Hon. Dudley Sowerby to their house, and make appointments to meet Mr. Dudley Sowerby under a roof that sheltered a young lady, evidently the allurement to the scion of aristocracy ; of whose family Mr. Stuart Eem had spoken in the very kindling hu^^hed tones, proper to the union of a sacerdotal and an English citizen's veneration. How would it end ? And if some day this excellent Mr. Dudley Sowerby reproached them ! He could not have a sweeter bride, one more truly a lady in education and manners; but the birth! the child's name! Their trouble was emitted in a vapour of interjections. Very perplexing was it for the good ladies of strict principles to reflect, as dimly they did, that the concrete presence of dear Xesta silenced and overcame objections to her being upon earth. She seemed, as it were, a draught of redoubtable Nature inebriating moralit}'. But would others be similarly affected ? Victor might get his release, to do justice to the mother: it would not cover the child. Prize as they might the quality of the Eadnor blood (drawn from the most ancient of original Britain's princes), there was also the Cantor blood fur con- sideration ; and it was old, noble, proud. Would it be satisfied in matching itself with great wealth, a radiant health, and the good looks of a young flower? For the sake of the dear girl, the ladies hoped that it would ; and they enlarged the outline of their wedding present, while, in their minds, (ho noble English family which could bo satisfied so, was nesta's engagement. 239 lowered, partaTjing of the taint they had personally ceased to recognize. Of one thing they were sure, and it enlisted them : the gentle- man loved the girl. Her lovo of him, had it been prominent to view, would have stirred a feminine sigh, not moie, except a feminine lecture to follow. She was quite uninflamed, fresh and cool as a spring. His ardour had no disguise. They measured h:'m by the favourite fiction's heroes of their 3'^outh, and found him to gaze, talk, comport himself, accord- ing to the* prescription ; correct grammar, finished sentences, all that is expected of a gentleman enamoured ; and ever with the watchful intentness for his lady's faintest first dawn of an inclining to a Avish. Mr. Dudley Sowerby's eye upon Nesta was really an apprentice. There is in Love's young season a magnanimity in the male kind. Their superior strength and knowledge are made subservient to the distaff of the weaker and shallower: they crown her queen ; her look is their mandate. So was it when Sir Charles and Sir Rupert and the estimable Villiers Davenant touched maidenly hearts to throb : so is it now, with the Hun. Dudley Sowerby. Very haltingly, the ladies were guilty of a suggestion to Victor. "Oh! Fredi?" said he; "admires her, no doubt; and so do I, so we all do ; she's one of the nice girls ; but as to Cupid's darts, she belongs to the cucumber family, and he slioots without fireing. We shall do the mischief if wo put an interdict. Don't you remember the green days when obstacles were the friction to light that match?" Their pretty nod of assent displayed the virgin pride of the remembrance : they dreamed of having once been exceedingly wilful; it refreshed their nipped natures; and dwelling on it, they forgot to press their suggestion. Incidentally, he named the sum his Fretli would convey to her husband ; with, as was calculable, the further amount his only child would inherit. A curious effect was produced on them. Thouiih they were not imaginatively mercenary, as the creatures tainted with wealtli commordy are, they talked of tlie sum over and over in the solitude of their chamber. " Dukes have married for less." Such an heiress, they said, might buy up a Principality. Victor had supplied them with something of an apology to the gentleman proposing to Nesta in their house. 240 ONE OF OUR CONQUEnORS. Tbo clironicle of it is, that Dudley Sowerby did this on the fifteenth day of September ; and that it was not known to the damsel's parents before the twenty-third; as they were away on an excursion in South Tyrol : — away, flown, with just a word of the hurried departure to their envious, exiled girl; though they did not tell her of new constructions at the London house partly causing them to fly. Subject to their consent, she wrote, she had given her^. The letter was tele- gramic on the essential point. She wrote of Mr. Barmbj's having visited Mr. Posferley at the Wells, and she put it just as flatly. Her principal concern, to judge by her writing, was, to know what Mr. Durance had done, during her absence, with the group of emissary-advocates of the various tongues of Europe on board the steam-Liner con- ducting them the first stage of their journey to the Court of Japan. Mr. Simeon Fenellan had written his opinion, that all these delegates of the different European nation- alities were nothing other than dupes of a New-York Syndi- cate of American Humorists, not without an eye on the mainchance ; and he was sure they would be set to debate publicly, before an audience of high-priced tickets, in the principal North American Cities, previous to the embarcation for Japan at San Francisco. Mr. Fenellan eulogized the immense astuteness of Dr. Gannius in taking his daughter Delphica with him. Dr. Gannius had singled forth poor Dr. Bouthoin for the object of his attacks ; but Nesta was chiefly anxious to hear of Delphica's proceedings; she was immensely interested in Delphica, and envied her ; and the girl's funny speculations over the play of Delphica's divers arts upon the Greek, and upon the Kussian, and upon the English curate Mr. Serahians, and upon M. Falarique — set Gallically pluming and crowing out of an Aisace-Loriaine growl — were clever. Only, in such a letter, they were amazing. Natal}- received it at Campiglio, ^vhen about to start for an excursion down the Sarca Valley to Arco. Her letter of rejily was delayed. One to Victor from Dudley Sowerby, awaited them, on their return. " Confirms Fredi," he said, showing it, and praising it as commendable, properly fervid. She made pretence to read, she saw the words. Her short beat of wings was over. She had joined hersell with Victor's leap for a change, thirsting for the scenery ol nesta's engagement. 241 the white peaks in heaven, to enjoy throuj^h his enjoyment, if her own capacity was dead : and she had fouad it revive, up to some recovery of her old songful readiness for invoca- tions of pleasure. Escape and beauty beckoned ahead ; behind were the chains. These two letters of the one fact plucked her back. The chained body bore the fluttering spirit : or it was the spirit in bonds, that dragged the body. Both were abashed before the image of her girl. Out of the riddle of her strange Nesta, one thing was clear : she did not love the man : and Nataly tasted gladness in that, from the cup of poisonous regrets at the thought. Her girl's heart would not be broken. But if he so strongly loved her, as to hold to this engagement? ... It might then be worse. She dropped a j^lumb-line into the young man, sounding him by what she knew of him and judged. She had to revert to Nesta's charm, for the assurance of his anchored attach- ment. Her holiday took the burden of her trouble, and amid the beauty of a disenchanted scene, she resumed the London incubus. " You told him of her being at the Wells ? in the neigh- bourhood, Victor?" " Didn't you know, my dear, the family-seat is Cronidge, two miles out from the Wells? — and particularly pretty country." "I had forgotten, if I ever heard. You will not let him be in ignorance ? " " My dear love, you are pale about it. This is a matter between men. I write, thanking for the honour and so forth; and I appoint an interview; and I show him my tablets. He must be told, necessarily. Incidents of this kind come in their turn. If Dudley does not account himself the luckiest young fellow in the kingdom, he's not worthy of his good fortune. I wish they were both hero now, honeymooning among these peaks, seeing the crescent over one, as we did last night ! " " Have you an idea, in reading Xcsla's letter?" " Seems indiifercnt? — mere trick to hide the blushes. And I, too, I'm interested in Delphica. Dolphica and Falariquo will be fine stage business. Of course. Dr. Buuthoin and his curate !— we know what Old England has to expect from Colncy." R 242 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. "At any rate, Mr, Diuance hurts no one. You will, in your letter, appoint the day of the interview?" "Hurts himself! Yes, dearest; appoint for — ten days homeward — eleventh day from to-day. And you to Fredi : a bit of description — as you can, my Nataly ! Happy to be a dolomite, to be painted by Nataly's pen." The sign is evil, when we have a vexatious rinojing in the ear of some small piece of familiar domestic chatter, and subject it to scrutiny, hang on it, worry and magnify it. "What will not creatures under sway of the sensational life, catch at to emphasize and strengthen distaste, until distaste shall have a semblance of reason, in the period of the mind's awakening to revolt ! Nataly shrank from the name of dolomite, detested the name, though the scenes regained their beauty or something of it beneath her showery vision. Eveiy time Victor spoke of dolomites on the journey home- w-ard, she had at heart an accusation of her cowardice, her duplicity, frailty, treachery to the highest of her worship and sole support of her endurance in the world : not much blaming him : but the degrading view of herself sank them both. On a shifty soil, down goes the idol. For him she could plead still, for herself she could not. The smell of the Channel brine inspirited her sufficiently to cast off the fit and make it seem, in the main, a budily depression ; owing to causes, of which she was beginning to have an apprehensive knowledge : and they were not so fearful to her as the gloom they displaced. CHAPTER XXV. NATALY IN ACTION. A TUCKET of herald newspapers told the world of Victor's returning to his London. Pretty Mrs. Blathenoy was Nataly's first afternoon visitor, and was graciously I'eceived; no sign of inquiry for the cause of the lady's alacrity to greet her being shown. Colney Durance came in, bringing the rumour of an Australian cantatrice to kindle Eurojie ; Mr. Peridon, a seeker of tidings from the city of Bourges ; Mibs Priscilla NATALY IN ACTION. 243 Grraves, reporting of Skepsey, in a holiday Sunday tone, that his alcoholic partner might at any moment release him ; Mr. Septimus Barmby, with a hanged heavy look, Bugsestive of a wharfside crane swinging the ponderous thing he had to say. " I have seen Miss Eadnor." " She was well ? " the mother asked, and the grand basso pitched forth an affirmative. " Dear sweet girl she is ! " Mrs. Blathenoy exclaimed to Colney. He bowed. " Very sweet. And can let fly on you, like a haggis, for a scratch." She laughed, glad of an escape from the conversational formalities imposed on her by this Mrs. Victor Radnor's mighty manner. " But what girl worth anything ! . . . We all can do that, I hope, for a scratch 1 " Mr. Barmby's Profession dissented. Mr. Catkin appeared ; ten minutes after his Peridon. He had met Victor near the Exchange, and had left him humming the non fh sogno of Ernanw, " Ah, when Victor takes to Verdi, it's a flat City, and wants a burst of drum and brass," Colney said ; and he hummed a few bars of the march in Attila, and shrugged. He and Victor had once admired that blatancy. Mr. Pempton appeared, according to anticipation. He Bat himself beside Piiscilla. Entered Mis. John Cormyn, voluminous; Mrs. Peter Yatt, effervescent; Nataly's own people were about her and she felt at home. Mrs. Blathenoy pushed a small thorn into it, by speaking of Captain Fenellan, and aside, as if sharing him with her. Nataly heard, that Dartrey had been the guest of these Blathenoys. Even Dartrey was but a man ! Eather lower under her voice, the vain little creature asked : " You knew her ? " "Her?" The cool counter-interrogation was disregarded. " So sad ! In the desert I a cup of pure water worth more than barrow-loads of gold ! Poor woman ! " "Who?" "His wife." "Wife!" ♦' They were married? " Nataly could have cried : Snake ! Her play at brevity 244 ONE OF OUE CONQXJEEORS. had certainly been foiled. She nodded gravely. A load of dusky wonders and speculations pressed at her bosom. Sho disdained to question the mouth which had bitten her. Mrs, Blathenoy, resolving, that despite the jealousy she excited, she would have her fiiend in Captain FenelLm, whom she liked — liked, she was sure, quite as innocently as any other woman of his acquaintance did, departed : and she hugged her innocence defiantly, with the mournful pride which will sometimes act as a solvent. A remark or two passed among the company upon her pretty face. Nataly murmured to Colney : " Is there anything of Dartrey's wife? " "Dead," he answered. "When?" " Months back. I had it from Simeon. You didn't hear?" She shook her head. Her ears buzzed. If he had it from Simeon Fenellan, Victor must have known it. Her duties of hostess were conducted with the ofiScial smile. As soon as she stood alone, she dropped on a chair, like one who has taken a shot in the heart, and that hideous tumult of wild cries at her ears blankly ceased. Dartrey, Victor, Kesta, were shifting figures of the might-have-been : for whom a wretched erring woman, washed clean of her guilt by death, in a far land, had gone to her end : vainly gone : and now another was here, a figure of wood, in man's shape, conjured up by one of ihe three, to divide the two others ; likely to bo fatal to her or to them : to her, she hoped, if the choice was to be : and beneath the leaden hope, her heart set to a rapid beating, a fainter, a chill at the core. She snatched for breath. She shut her eyes, and with open lips, lay waiting; prepared to thank the kindness abiAit to hurry her hence, out of the seas of pain, withuut pain. Then came sighs. The sad old seivant in her bosom was resuming his labours. But she bad been near it — very near it? A gush of pity for Victor, overwhelmed her hardness of mind. Unreflectingly, she tried her feet to support her, and tottered to the door, touched along to the s'airs, and descended NATALY IN ACTION. 245 lliem, tliinliing strangely upon such a sudden weakness of body, when she would no longer have thought herself the weak woman. Her aim was to reach, the library. She sat on the stairs midway, pondering over the length of her journey : and now her head was clearer ; for she was travelling to get Eailway-guides, and might have had them from the hands of a footman, and imagined that she had considered it prudent to hide her investigation of those books : proofs of an understanding fallen backward to the state of infant and having to begin our drear ascent again. A slam of the kitchen stair-door restored her. She betrayed no infirmity of footing as she walked past Arlington in the hall; and she was alive to the voice of Skepsey presently on the door-steps. Arlington brought her a note. Victor had written : " My love, I dine with Blathenoy in the City, at the Walworth. Business. Skepsey for clothes. Eight of us. Formal. A thousand embraces. Late." Skepsey was ushered in. His wife had expired at noon, he said ; and he postured decorously the grief he could not feel, knowing that a lady would expect it of him. His wife had fallen down stone steps ; she died in hospital. He wished to say, she was no loss to the country ; but he was advised within of the prudence of abstaining from comment and trusting to his posture, and he squeezed a drop of conventional sensibility out of it, and felt improved. Nataly sent a line to Victor : " Dearest, I go to bed early, am tired. Dine well. Come to me in the morning." She reproached herself for coldness to poor Skepsey, when he had gone. The prospect of her being alone until the morning had been so absorbing a relief. She found a relief also in work at the book of the trains. A walk to the telegraph -station strengthened her. Es- loecially after despatching a telegram to Mr. Dudley Sowerby at Cronidge, and one to Nesta at Moorsedge, did she become stoutly nerved. The former was requested to meet her at Penshurst station at noon. Nesta was to bo at the station for the Wells at three o'clock. From the time of the flying of these telegrams, up to the tap of Victor's knuckle on her bed-room door next morning, she was not more reflectively conscious than a packet travel- ling to its destination by pnei;matic tube. Nor was slio acutely impressionable to the features and the voice she loved. 24.6 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. " You know of Skepsey ? " she said. " Ah, poor Skepsey ! " Victor frowned and heaved. " One of us ought to stand beside him at the funeral." ♦' Colney or Fenellan ? " " I will ask Mr. Durance." "Do, my darling." " Victor, you did not tell me of Dartrey's wife." " There again ! They all get released I Yes, Dartrey I Dartrey has his luck too." She closed her eyes, with the desire to be asleep. " You should have told me, dear." " "Well, my love I Well — poor Dartrey ! I fancy I hadn't a confirmation of the news. I remember a horrible fit of envy on hearing the hint : not much more than a hint : serious illness, was it ? — or expected event. Hardly Avorth while to trouble my dear soul, till certain. Anything about wives, forces me to think of myself — my better self! " " I had to hear of it first from Mrs. Blathenoy." "You've heard of duels in dark rooms : — that was the case between Blathenoy and me last night for an hour." She feigned somnolent fatigue over her feverish weariness of heart. He kissed her on the forehead. Her spell-bound intention to speak of Dudley Sowerby to him, was broken by the sounding of the hall-door, thirty minutes later. She had lain in a trance. Life surged to her with the thought, that she could decide and take her step. Many were the years back since she had taken a step ; less independently then than now ; unre- gretted, if fatal. Her brain Avas heated for the larger view of things and the swifter summing of them. It could put the man at a remove from her and say, that she had lived with him and suffered intensely. It gathered him to her breast rejoicing in their union : the sharper the scourge, the keener the exultation. But &he had one reproach to deafen and beat down. This did not come on her from the world : she and the world were too much foot to foot on the an- tagonist's line, for her to listen humbly. It came of her quick summary survey of him, which was unnoticed by the woman's present fiery mind as being new or strange in any waj- : simply it was a fact she now read; and it directed her to reproach herself for an abasement beneath his leadership, a blind subserviency and surrender of her laculties to his NATALY IN ACTION. 247 greater powers, such as no soul of a breathing "body should yield to man : not to the highest, not to the Titan, not to the most Godlike of men. Under cloak, they demand it. They demand their bane. And Victor ! . . . She had seen into him. The reproach on her was, that she, in her worship, had been slave, not helper. Scarcel,y was she irreproachable in the character of slave. If it had been but utter slave ! she phrased the words, for a further reproach. She remembered having at times murmiired, dissented. And it would have been a desperate proud thought to comfort a slave, that never once had she known even a secret opposition to the will of her lord. But she had : she recalled instances. Up they rose ; up rose everything her mind ranged over, subsiding imme- diately when the service was done. She had not conceived her beloved to be infallible, surest of guides in all earthly matters. Her intellect had sometimes protested. What, then, had moved her to swamp it ? Her heart answered. And that heart also was arraigned : and the heart's fleshly habitation acting on it besides : so flagellant of herself was she : covertly, however, and as the chaste among women can consent to let our animal face them. Not grossly, still perceptibly to her penetrative hard eye on herself, she saw the senses of the woman under a charm. She saw, and swam whirling with a pang of revolt from her personal being and this mortal kind. Her rational intelligence righted her speedily. She could say in truth, by proof, she loved the man : nature's love, heart's love, soul's love. She had given him her life. It was a happy cross-current recollection, that the very beginning and spring of this wild cast of her life, issued from something he sidd and did (merest of airy gestures) to signify the blessing of life — how good and fair it is. A drooping mood in her had been struck ; ho had a look like the winged lyric up in blue heavens : he raised the head of the young flower from its contemplation of grave-mcmld. That was when he had much to bear : Mrs. Barman present : and when the stranger in their household had begun to pity him and have a dread of her fuelings. The lucent splendour of his eyes was memorable, a light above the rolling oceans of Time. 248 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. She had given him her life, little aid. She might have closely counselled, wound in and out with his ideas. Sensible of capacity, she confessed to the having been morally sub- dued, physically as well ; swept onward ; and she was ar- rested now by an accident, like a waif of the river-floods by the dip of a branch. Time that it should be ! But was not Mr. Durance, inveighing against the favoured system for the education of women, right when he declared them to be un- fitted to speak an opinion on any matter external to the house- hold or in a ci isis of the household ? She had not agreed with him : he presented stinging sentences, w^hich irritated more than they enlightened. Kow it seemed to her, that the model women of men make pleasant slaves, not true mates : they lack the worldly training to know themselves or take a grasp of circumstances. There is an exotic foster- ing of the senses for women, not the strengthening breath of vital common air. If good fortune is with them, all may go well : the stake of their fates is upon the perpetual smooth flow of good fortune. She had never joined to the cry of the women. Few among them were having it in the breast as loudly. Haid on herself, too, she perceived how the social rebel had reduced her mind to propitiate a simulacrum, reflected from out, of an enthroned Society within it, by an advocacy of the existing laws and rules and habits. Eminently servile is the tolerated lawbreaker : none so conservative. Not until we are driven back upon an unviolated Nature, do we call to the intellect to think radically : and then we begin to think of our fellows. Or when we have set ourselves in motion direct for the doing of the right thing : have quitted the carriage at the station, and secured the ticket, and entered the train, count- ing the passage of time for a simple rapid hour before we have eaBcd heart in doing justice to ourself and to another; then likewise the mind is lighted for radiation. That doing of the right thing, after a term of paralysis, cowardice — any evil name — is one of the mighty reliefs, equal to happiness, of longer duration. Xataly had it. But her mind was actually radiating, and the comfort to her heart evoked the image of Dartrey Fenel- lan. She saw a possible reason for her bluntness to the coming scene with Dudley. NATALY IN ACTION. 249 At once she said, No ! and closed the curtain ; know- ing what was behind, co-uuting it nought. She repeated almost honestly her positive negative. How we are mixed of the many elements ! she thought, as an observer ; and self-justifyingly thought on, and with truth, that duty urged her upon this journey ; and proudly thought, that she had not a shock of the painful great organ in her breast at the prospect at the end, or any apprehension of its failure to carry her through. Yet the need of peace or some solace needed to prepare her for the interview turned her imagination burningly on Dai trey. She would not allow herself to meditate over hopes and schemes : — Nesta free : Dartrey free. She vowed to her soul sacredlj' — and she was one of those in whom the Divinity lives, that they may do so — not to speak a word for the influencing of Dudley save the one fact. Conse- quently, for a personal indulgence, she mused ; she caressed maternally the object of her musing ; of necessity, she ex- cluded Nesta; but in tenderness she gave Dartrey a fair one to love him. The scene was waved awa3^ That one so loving him, partly worthy of him, ready to traverse the world now beside him — who could it be other than she who knew and prized his worth ? Foolish ! It is one of the hatefuller scourges upon women whenever, a little shaken themselves, they muse upon some man's image, that they cannot put in motion the least bit of drama without letting feminine self play a part; generally to develop into a principal part. The apology makes it a melancholy part. Dartrey 's temper of the caged lion dominated by his tamer, served as key-note for any amount of saddest colour- ing. He controlled the brute : but he held the contempt of danger, the love of strife, the passion for adventure ; ho had crossed the desert of human anguish. Ho of all men required a devoted mate, merited her. Of all men living, ho was the hardest to match with a woman — with a woman deserving hira. The train had quitted London. Now for the country, now for free breathing ! She who two daj'S back had come from Alps, delighted in tlio look on flat green iields. It was under tiie hallucination of her saying inflight adieu to them, and to England ; and, that somewhere hidden, to be found 250 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. in Asia, Africa, Araeiica, was the man whose ideal of life was highei* than enjoyment. His caged brute of a temper ofieied opportunities for delicious petting ; the sweetest a woman can bestow : it lifts her out of timidity into au adoration still palpitatingly fearful. Ah, but familiarity, knowledge, confirmed assurance of his character, lift her to another stage, above the pleasures. May she not prove to him how really matched with him she is, to disdain the pleasures, cheer.fuUy accept the burdens, meet death, if need be ; readily face it as the quietly grey to-morrow : at least, show herself to her hero for a woman — the incredible being to most men — who treads the terrors as well as the pleasures of humanity beneath her feet, and may therefore have some pride in her stature. Ay, but only to feel the pride of standing not so shamefully below his level beside him. Woods were flying past the carriage-windows. Her soli- tary companion was of the class of the admiring gentlemen. Presently he spoke. She answered. He spoke again. Her mouth, smiled, and her accompanying look of abstract bene- volence arrested the tentative allurement to conversation. New ideas were set revolving in her. Dartrey and Victor grew to a likeness; they became hazily one man, and the mingled phantom complimented her on her preserving a good share of the beauty of her youth. The face perhaps : the figure rather too w^ell siuts the years ! she replied. To reassure her, this Dartrey-Victor drew her close and kissed her; and she was confused and passed into the breast of Mrs. Burman expecting an operation at the hands of the surgeons. The train had stopped. " Penshurst ? " she said. " Penshurst is the next station," said the gentleman. Hero was a theme for him ! The stately mansion, the noble grounds, and Sidney ! He discoursed of them. The hand- some lady appeared interested. She was interested also by his description of a neighbouring village, likely one hundred years hence to be a place of pilgrimage for Americans and far Australians. Age, he said, improves true beauty; and his eyelids indicated a levelling to perfurm the soft intent- ness. Mechanically, a ball rose in her throat ; the remark was illuminated by a saying of Colney's, with regard to his countiymen at the play of courtship. No laughter came, The gentleman talked on. NATALY IN ACTION. 251 All fancies and internal commnni cations left her. Slow- ness of motion brought her to the plain piece of work she had to do, on a colourless earth, that seemed foggy ; but one could see one's way. Eesolution is a form of light, our native light in this dubious world. Dudley Sowerby opened her carriage-door. They greeted. " You have seen Nesta ? " she said. "Not for two days. You have not heard? The Miss Duvidneys have gone to Brighton." " They are rather in advance of the Season." She thanked him for meeting her. He was grateful for the summons. Informing the mother of his betrothed, that he had ridden over from Cronidge, he speculated on the place to select for her luncheon, and he spoke of his horse being led up and down outside the station. Nataly inquired for the hour of the next train to London. He called to one of the porters, obtained and imparted the time ; evidently now, as shown by an unevenness of his lifted brows, expecting news of some little weight. " Your husband is quite well ? " he said, in affection for the name of husband. " Mr. Eadnor is well ; I have to speak to you j I have more than time." " You will lunch at the inn ? " " I tihall not eat. We will walk." They crossed the road and passed under trees. " My mother was to have called on the Miss Duvidneys. They left hurriedly ; I think it was unanticipated by Nesta. I venture . . . you pardon the liberty . . . she allows me to entertain hopes. Mr. Kadnor, I am hardly too bold in thinking ... I trust, in appealing to you ... at least I can promise." " Mr. Sowerby, you liavo done my daughter the honour to ask her hand in marriage." Ho said : " I have," and had much to say besides, but deferred : a blow was visible. The father had been more encouraging to him than the mother. " You have not known of any circumstance that might cause hesitation in asking ? " " Miss Radnor ? " "My daughter: — you have to think of your family." 252 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. " Indeed, Mrs. Radnor, I was coming to London to-morrow, with the consent of my family." " Yon address mo as Mrs. Radnor. I have not the legal right to the name." " Not legal ! " said he, with a catch at the word. He spun roimd in her sight, though his demeanour was manfull}' rigid. " Have I understood, madam? . . ." " You would not request me to repeat it. Is that your horse the man is leading? " " My horse : it must be my horse." " Mount and ride back. Leave me : I shall not eat. Re- flect, by yourself. You are in the position of one who is not allowed to decide by his feelings. Mr. Radnor you know where to find." "But surely, some food? I cannot have misapprehended?" "I cannot eat. I think you have understood me clearly." " You wish me to go ? " " I beg." •' It pains me, dear madam." " It relieves me, if you will. Here is your horse." She gave her hand. He touched it and bent. He looked at her. A surge of impossible questions rolled to his mouth and rolled back, with the thought of an incredible thing, that her manner, more than her words, held him from doubting. " I obey you," he said. " You are kind." He mounted horse, raised hat, paced on, and again bowing, to one of the wayside trees, cantered. The man was gone ; but not from Xataly's vision that face of wet chalk under one of the shades of fire. ( 253 ) CHAPTER XXVI. IN WHICH WE SEE A CONVENTIONAL GENTLEMAN ENDEAVOURING TO EXAMINE A SPECTRE OF HIMSELF. Dudley rode back to Cronidge with his thunderstroke. It filled him, as in those halls of political clamour, where ex- planatory speech is not accepted, because of a drowning tide of hot blood on both sides. He sought to win attention by submitting a resolution, to the effect, that he would the next morning enter into the presence of Mr. Victor Eadnor, bear- ing his family's feelings, for a discussion upon them. But the brutish tumult, in addition to surcharging, encased him : he could not rightly conceive the nature of feelings : men were driving shoals; he had lost hearing and touch of individual men ; had become a house of angrily opposing parties. He was hurt, he knew; and therefore he supposed himself injured, though there were contrary outcries, and he admitted that he stood free ; he had not been inextricably deceived. The girl was caught away to the thinnest of wisps in a dust-whirl. Reverting to the father and mother, his idea oi a positive injury, that was not without its congratulations, sank him down among his disordered deeper sentiments ; which were a diver's wreck, where an armoured livid subtcr- marine, a monstrous puff-ball of man, wandered seriously light in heaviness; trebling his hundredweights to keep him from dancing like a bladder-block of elastic lumber; thinking occasionally, amid the mournful spectacle, of the atmosjiheric pipe of communication with the world above, whereby he was deafened yet sustained. One tug at it, and he was up on the surface, difut your mademoiselle is a real one. If she says all that, I could kneel to her, French or not. Docs she talk much about men and women? " " Not often : wo lose our tempers. She Avants women to have professions ; at present they have not much choice to avoid being penniless. Poverty, and the sight of luxury! 276 ONE OF OUR COKQUEROES. It seems as if we produced the situation, to create an envious thirst, and cause the misery. Things are improving for them ; but we groan at the slowness of it." Mrs. Marsett now declared a belief, that women were nearl}' quite as bad as men. " I don't think I could take up with a profession. Unless to be a singer. Ah ! Do you sing?" Xesta smiled : " Yes, I sing." " How I should like to hear you ! My Ned's a thorough Englishman — gentleman, you know: he cares only for sport; Shooting, Fishing, Hunting; and Football, Cricket, Eowing, and matches. He's immensely proud of England in those things. And such muscle he has ! — though he begins to fancy his heart's rather weak. It's digestion, I tell him. But he takes me to the Opera sometimes — Italian Opera; he can't stand German. Down at his place in Leicester- shire, he tells me, when there's company, he has — I'm sure you sing beautifully. When I hear beautiful singing, even from a woman they tell tales of, upon my word, it's true, I feel my sins all melting out of me and I'm new-made : I can't bear Ned to speak. "Would you one day, one after- noon, before the end of next week ? — it woiild do me such real good, you can't guess how much; if I could persuade you ! I know I'm asking something out of rules. For just half an hour ! I judge by your voice in talking. Oh ! it would do me good — good — good to hear you sing. There is a tuned piano — a cottage; I don't think it sounds badly. You would not see any great harm in calling on me ? — once ! " " No," said Nesta. And it was her nature that projected the word. Her awakened wits were travelling to her from a distance, and she had an intimation of their tidings; and she could not have said what they were; or why, for a moment, she hesitated to promise she would come. Her vision of the reality of things was without written titles, to put the stamp of the v\-orld on it. She felt this lady to be one encompassed and in the hug of the elementary forces, which are the terrors to inexperienced pure young women. But she looked at her, and dared trust those lips, those eyes, She saw, through w^hatever might be the vessel, the spirit of the woman ; as the upper nobility of our brood are enabled to do in a crisis mixed of moral aversion and ONE OF THE SHADOWS OF THE WORLD. 277 sisterly sympathy, when nature cries to them, and the scales of convention, the mud-spots of accident, even naughtiness, even wickedness, all misfortune's issue, if we but see the one look upward, fall away. Eeason is not excluded from these blind throbs of a blood that strikes to right the doings of the Fates. Nesta did not err in her divination of the good and the bad incarnate beside her, though both good and bad were behind a curtain; the latter sparing her delicate senses, appealing to chivalry, to the simply feminine claim on her. Eeason, acting in her heart as a tongue of the flames of the forge where we all are wrought, told her surely that the good predominated. She had the heart which is at our primal fires when nature speaks. She gave the promise to call on Mrs. Marsett and sing to her. ' "An afternoon? Oh! what afternoon?" she was asked, and she said : " This afternoon, if you like." So it was agreed : Mrs. Marsett acted violently the thrill of delight she felt in the prospect. The ladies Dorothea and Virginia consulted, and pro- nounced the name of Marsett to be a reinitable County name. "There was a Leicestershire baronet of the name of Marsett." They arranged to send their button-blazing boy at Nesta's heels. Mrs. Marsett resided in a side-street not very distant from the featureless but washed and orderly terrace of the glassy stare at sea. CHAPTER XXIX. snows ONE OF TIIR SHADOWS OF THE WORLD CROSSING A virgin's J^IIND. Nesta and her maid were brought back safely through the dusk by their constellation of a boy, to whom the provident ladies had entrusted her. They could not but note how short her syllables were. Her face was only partly seen. They had returned refreshed from their drive on the populous and orderly parade — so fair a pattern of their England ! — after discoursing of " the dear child," approving 278 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. her manners, instancing proofs of her intelligence, nay, her possession of " character." They did so, notwithstanding that these admissions were worse than their growing love for the girl, to confound established ideas. And now, in thougbtfulness on her behalf, Dorothea said, " We have con- sidered, Nesta, that you may be lonely; and if it is your wish, we will leave our card on your new acquaintance." Nesta took her hand and kissed it; she declined, saying, " No," without voice. ' They had two surprises at the dinner-hour. One was the card of Dartrey Fenellan, nameing an early time next day for his visit ; and the other was the appearance of the Eev. Stuart Kem, a welcome guest. He had come to meet his Bishop. He had come also with serious information for the ladies, regarding the Eev. Abram Posterley. No sooner was this out of his mouth than both ladies exclaimed : " Again ! " So serious was it, that there had been a consultation at the Wells ; Mr. Posterley's friend, the Eev. Septimus Barmby, and his own friend, the Eev. Groseman Buttermore, had journeyed from London to sit upon the case : and, " One hoped," Mr. Stuart Eem said, " poor Posterley would be restored to the senses he periodically abandoned." He laid a hand on Tasso's curls, and withdrew it at a menace of teeth. Tasso would submit to rough caresses from Mr. Posterley ; he would not allow Mr. Stuart Eem to touch him. Why was that ? Perhaps for the reason of Mr. Posterley's being so emotional as perpetually to fall a victim to some bright glance and require the rescue of his friends ; the slave of woman had a magnet for animals ! Dorothea and Virginia were drawn to compassionate sentiments, in spite of the provokeing recurrence of Mr. Posterley's malady. He had not an income to support a wife. Always was this unfortunate gentleman entangling himself in a passion for maid or widow of the Wells : and it was desperate, a fever. Mr. Stuart Eem charitably remarked on his taking it so severely because of his very scrupulous good conduct. They pardoned a little wound to their delicacy, and asked : " On this occasion ? " Mr. Stuart Eem named a linendraper's establishment near the pantiles, where a fair young woman served. " And her reputation?" That was an article less presentable through plate-glass, ONE OF THE SHADOWS OF THE WORLD. 279 it seemed : Mr. Stuart Eem drew a prolonged breath into his nose. " It is most melancholy ! " they said in unison. " Nothing positive," said he. " But the suspicion of a shadow, Mr. Stuart Eem ! You will not permit it ? " He stated, that his friend Buttermore might have influence. Dorothea said : " When I think of Mr. Posterley's addiction to ceremonial observances, and to matrimony, I cannot but think of a sentence that fell from Mr. Durance one day, with reference to that division of our Church : he called it : — you frown ! and I would only quote Mr. Durance to you in support of your purer form, as we hold it to be : — with the candles, the vestments. Confession, alas ! he called it, 'Eome and a wife.' " Mr. Stuart Eem nodded an enforced assent : he testily dismissed mention of Mr. Durance, and resumed on Mr. Posterley. The good ladies now, with some of their curiosity appeased, considerately signified to bim, that a young maiden was present. The young maiden had in heart stuff to render such small gossip a hum of summer midges. She did not imagine the dialogue concerned her in any way. She noticed Mr. Stuart Eem's attentive scrutiny of her from time to time. She had no sensitiveness, hardly a mind for things about her. To-morrow she was to see Captain Dartrey. She dwelt on that prospect, for an escape from the meshes of a painful hour — the most woeful of the hours she had yet known — passed with Judith Marsett : which dragged her soul through a weltering of the deeps, tossed her over and over, still did it with her ideas. It shocked her nevertheless to perceive how much of the world's flayed life and harsh anatomy she had apprehended, and so coldly, previous to Mrs. Marsett's lift of the veil in her story of herself: a ski^jping revelation, terrible enough to the girl ; whose comparison of the previously suspected things with the things now revealed imposed the thought of her having been both a precocious and a callous young woman : a kind of "Delphica without the erudition," her mind phrased it airily over lier chagrin. — And the silence of Dudley proved him to have discovered his error in choosing such a person : he was wise, and she thanked him. She had an envy of the ignorant-innocents adored by the young man she cordially thanked for quitting 280 ONE OF OUR CONQUEROES. licr. She admired the white coat of armour they wore, whether bestowed on them by their constitution or by prudence. For while combating mankind now on Judith Marsett's behalf, personally she ran like a hare from the mere breath of an association with the very minor sort of similar charges ; ardently she desired the esteem of mankind; she was at moments abject. But had she actually been aware of the facts now known ? Those wits of the virgin young, quickened to shrewdness by their budding senses — and however vividly — require enlightenment of the audible and visible before their sterner feelings can be heated to break them away from a blushful dread and force the mind to know. As much as the wilfully or naturally blunted, the intelligently honest have to learn by touch: only, their understandings cannot meanwhile be so wholly obtuse as our society's matron, acting to please the tastes of the civilized man — a creature that is not clean- washed of the Turk in him — barbarously exacts. The signer aforesaid is puzzled to read the woman, who is after all in his language ; but when it comes to reading the maiden, she appears as a phosphorescent hieroglyph to some speculative Egyptologer; and he insists upon distinct lines and cha- racters ; no variations, if he is to have sense of surety. Many a j'oung girl is misread by the amount she seems to know of our construction, history, and dealings, when it is not more than her sincere ripeness of nature, that has gathered the facts of life profuse about her, and prompts her through one or other of the instincts, often vanity, to show them to be not entirely strange to her; or haply her filly nature is having a fling at the social harness of hypocrisy. If you (it is usually through the length of ears of your Novelist that the privilege is yours) have overheard queer communications passing between girls, — and you must act the traitor eaves- dropper or Achilles masquerader to overhear so clearly, — these, be assured, are not specially the signs of their corrupt- ness. Even the exceptionally cynical are chiefly to be accused of bad manners. Your Moralist is a myopic preacher, when he stamps infamy on them, or on our later generation, for the kick they have at grandmother decorum, because you do not or cannot conceal from them the grinning skeleton behind it. Nesta once had dreams of her being loved : and she wag ONE OF THE SHADOWS OF THE WORLD. 281 to love in return for a love that excused her for loving doublo, treble ; as not her lover could love, she thought with grate- ful pride in the treasure she was to pour out at his feet ; as only one or two (and they were women) in the world had ever loved. Her notion of the passion was parasitic : man the tree, woman the bine : but the bine was flame to en wind and to soar, serpent to defend, immortal flowers to crown. The choice her parents had made for her in Dudley, behind the mystery she had scent of, nipped her dream, and prepared her to meet, as it were, the fireside of a November day instead of springing up and into the dawn's blue of full summer with swallows on wing. Her station in exile at the Wells of the weariful rich, under the weight of the sullen secret, un- enlivened by Dudley's courtship, subdued her to the world's decrees ; phrased thus : " I am not to be a heroine." The one golden edge to the view was, that she would greatly please her father. Her dream of a love was put away like a botanist's pressed weed. But after hearing Judith Mar- sett's wild sobs, it had no place in her cherishing. For, above all, the unhappy woman protested love to have been the cause of her misery. She moaned of " her Ned ; " of his goodness, his deceitfulness, her trustfulness ; his pride and the vileness of his friends; her longsuffering and her break down of patience. It was done for the proof of her un- worthiness of Nesta's friendship : that she might be re- nounced, and embraced. She told the pathetic half of her story, to suit the gentle ear, whose critical keenness was lost in compassion. How deep the compassion, mixed with the girl's native respect for the evil-fortuned, may be judged by her inaccessibility to a vulgar tang that she was aware of in the deluge of the torrent, where Innocence and Ned and Love and a proud Family' and that beast Worrell rolled together in leaping and shifting involutions. A darkness of thunder was on the girl. Although she was not one to shrink beneath it like the small bird of the woods, she had to say within herself many times, " I shall see Captain Dartrey to-morrow," for a recovery and a nerving. And with her thought of him, her tooth was at her underlip, she struggled abashed, in hesitation over men's views of her sex, and how to bring a frank mind to moot him ; to be sure of his not at heart despising ; until his character swam defined and bright across her scope. " Ho is 282 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. good to women." Fragments of conversation, principally her father's, had pictured Captain Dartrey to her most man- fully tolerant toward a frivolous wife. He came early in the morning, instantly after breakfast. Not two minutes had passed before she was at home with him. His words, his looks, revived her spirit of romance, gave her the very landscapes, and new ones. Yes, ho was her hero. But his manner made him also an adored big brother, stamped splendid by the perils of life. He sat square, as if alert to rise, with an elbow on a knee, and the readiest turn of head to speakers, the promptest of answers, eyes that were a brighter accent to the mouth, so vividly did look accompany tone. He rallied her, chatted and laughed ; pleased the ladies by laughing at Colney Durance, and inspired her with happinoi-s when he spoke of England : — that " One has to be in exile awhile, to see the place she takes." " Ob, Captain Dartrey, I do like to hear you say so," she cried ; his voice was reassuring also in other directions : it rang of true man. He volunteered, however, a sad admission, that England had certainly lost something of the great nation's proper conception of Force : the meaning of it, virtue of it, and need for it. " She bleats for a lesson, and v/ill get her lesson." But if we have Captain Dartrey, we shall come through ! So said the sparkle of Nesta's eyes. " She is very like her father," he said to the ladies. " We think so," they remarked. " There's the mother too," said he ; and Nesta saw, that the ladies shadowed. They retired. Then she begged him to " tell her of her own dear mother." The news gave comfort, except for the suspicion, that the dear mother was being worn by her entertaining so largely. " Papa is to blame," said Xesta. " A momentary strain. Your father has an idea of Parlia- ment ; one of the London Boroughs." " And I, Captain Dartrey, when do I go back to them ? " " Your mother comes down to consult with you. And now, do we ride together ? " "You are free ? " " My uncle, Lord Clan, lets me out." ONE OF THE SHADOWS OF THE WORLD. 283 " To-day ? " " Why, yes ! " *' This morning?" " In an hour's time." " I will be ready." Nesta sent a line of excuse to Mrs. Marsett, throwing in a fervent adjective for halm. That fair person rode out with the troop under conduct of the hallowing squire of the stables, and passed by Nesta on horseback beside Dartrey Ecnellan at the steps of a huge hotel ; issuing from which, pretty Mrs. Blathenoy was about to mount. Mrs. Marsett looked ahead and coloured, but she could not restrain one look at Nesta, that embraced her cavalier. Nesta waved hand to her, and nodded. Mrs. Marsett withdrew her eyes ; her doing so, silent though ib was, resembled the drag back to sea of the shingle-wavo below her, such a screaming of tattle she heard in the ques- tions discernible through the attitude of the cavalier and of the lady, who paused to stare, before the leap up in the saddle. 'Who is she? — what is she? — how did you know her ? — where does she come from ? — wears her hat on her brows! — huge gauntlets out of style! — shady! shady! shady ! ' And as always during her nervous tumults, the name of Worrell made diapason of that execrable uproar. Her hat on her brows had an air of dash, defying a world it could win, as Ned well knew. But she scanned her gauntlets disapprovingly. This town, wo are glad to think, has a bright repute for glove-shops. And Mrs. Marsett could applaud herself for sparing Ned's money ; she had mended her gloves, if they were in the fashion. — But how does the money come? Hark at that lady and that gentleman ques- tioning Miss Eadnor of everything, everything in the world about her ! Not a word do they get from Miss Eadnor. And it makes them the more inquisitive. Idle rich people, comfortably fenced round, are so inquisitive ! And Mrs. Marsett, loving Nesta for the notice of her, maddened by tho sting of tongues it was causing, heard tho wash of tho beach, without consciousness of analogies, but with a body ready to jump out of skin, out of life, in desperation at tho sound. I She was all impulse; a shifty picco of unmcrccnary strata- gem occasionally directing it. Arrived at her lodgings, sho 284 ONE OF OUR CONQUEPtORS. Avroto to Ncsta : " I entreat you not to notice me, if j'on paPS nie on the road again. Let me drop, never mind how low I go. I was born to be wretclied. A line from yon, just a line now and then, only to show me I am not forgotten. I have had a beautiful dream. I am not bad in reality ; I love goodness, 1 know. I cling to the thought of you, as my rescue, I declare. Please, let me hear : if it's not more than ' good day ' and your initials on a post-card." The letter brought Nesta in person to her. CHAPTEE XXX. THE BURDEN UPON NESTA. Could there be confidences on the subject of Mr?. Marsett with Captain Dartrey? — Nesta timidly questioned her heart: she knocked at an iron door shut upon a thing alive. The very asking froze her, almost to stopping her throbs of pily for the woman. With Captain Dartrej^ if with any one ; but Avith no one. Not with her mother even. Toward her mother, she felt guilty of knowing. Her mother had a horror of that curtain, Nesta had seen it, and had taken her impressions; she, too, shrank from it; the more when impelled to draw near it. Louise de Seilles would have been another self; Louise was away ; when to return, the dear friend could not state. Speaking in her ear, would have been possible ; the theme precluded writing. It was ponderous combustible new knowledge of life for a girl to hold unaided. In the presence of the simple silvery ladies Dorothea and Virginia, she had qualms, as if she were breaking out in spots before them. The ladies fancied, that Mr. Stuart Rem had hinted to them oddly of the girl ; and that he might have meant, she appeared a little too cognizant of poor Mr. Abram Posterley's malady — as girls, in these terrible days, only too frequently, too brazenly, are. They discoursed to her of the degeneracy of the manners, nay, the morals of young Englishwomen, once patterns ! They sketched the young English gentlewoman of their time ; indeed a beauty ; with round red cheeks, and rounded :dHE BURDEN UPON NESTA. ^85 Open eyes, and a demure shut month, a puppet's divine ignorance ; inoffensive in the highest degree, rightly wor- shipped. They were earnest, and Nesta struck at herself. She wished to be as they had been, reserving her painful independence. I They were good : they were the ideal women of our country; which demands if it be but the semblance of the sureness of stationary excellence ; such as we have in Sevres and Dresden, polished bright and smooth as ever by the morning's flick of a duster; perhaps in danger of accidents — accidents must be kept away ; but enviable, admirable, we think, when we are not thinking of seed sown or help given to the generations to follow. Nesta both envied and admired ; she revered them ; yet her sharp intelligence, larger in the extended boundary of thought coming of strange crimson- lighted new knowledge, discerned in a dimness what blest conditions had fixed them on their beautiful barren eminence. Without challengeing it, she had a rebellious rush of sym- pathy for our evil-fortuned of the world ; the creatures in the battle, the wounded, trodden, mud-stained : and it alarmed her lest she should be at heart one out of the fold. She had the sympathy, nevertheless, and renewing and increasing with the pulsations of a compassion that she took for her reflective survey. The next time she saw Dartrey Fenellan, she was assured of him, as being the man who might be spoken to ; and by a woman : though not by a girl; not spoken to by her. The throb of the impulse pre- cipitating speech subsided to a dumb yearning, lie noticed her look : he was unaware of the human sun in the girl's eyes taking an image of him for permanent habitation in her breast. That face of his, so clearly lined, quick, firm, with the blue smile on it like the gleam of a sword coming out of sheath, did not mean hardness, she could have vowed. that some woman, other than the unhappy woman herself, would speak the words denied to a girl ! He was the man who would hearken and help. Essential immediate help was to bo given besides the noble benevolence of mind. Novel ideas of manliness and the world's need for it were printed on her understanding. For what could women do in aid of a 'good cause ! She fawned : she deemed herself very de- spicably her hero's inferior. The thought of him enclosed her. In a prison, the gaoler is a douii-God — hued bright 280 ONE OF OUR CONQUERORS. or black, as it may "be ; and, by the present arrangement between the sexes, she, whom the world allowed not to have an intimation from eye or car, or from nature's blood-ripe- ness in commune with them, of certain matters, which it suflfers to be notorious, necessarily directed her appeal almost in wor.