Camilla could not forbear smiling; but Miss Margland, taking all reply upon herself, said: ‘Caricatures, sir, are by no means pleasing for young ladies to be taking, at their first coming out: one does not know who may be next, if once they get into that habit!’
‘Immeasurably well spoken, ma’am,’ returned he; and, rising with a look of disgust, he sauntered to another part of the room.
Miss Margland, extremely provoked, said she was sure he was some Irish fortune-hunter, dressed out in all he was worth; and charged Camilla to take no manner of notice of him.
When the two second dances were over, Edgar, conducting Eugenia to Miss Margland, said to Camilla: ‘Now, at least, if there is not a spell against it, will you dance with me?’
‘And if there is one, too,’ cried she, gaily; ‘for I am perfectly disposed to help breaking it.’
She rose, and they were again going to take their places, when Miss Margland, reproachfully calling after Edgar, demanded what he had done with Miss Lynmere?
At the same moment, led by Major Cerwood, who was paying her in full all the arrears of that gallantry Miss Margland had taught her to regret hitherto missing, Indiana joined them; the Major, in making his bow, lamenting the rules of the assembly, that compelled him to relinquish her hand.
‘Mr. Mandlebert,’ said Miss Margland, ‘you see Miss Lynmere is again disengaged.’
‘Yes, ma’am,’ answered Edgar, drawing Camilla away; ‘and every gentleman in the room will be happy to see it too.’
‘Stop, Miss Camilla!’ cried Miss Margland; ‘I thought, Mr. Mandlebert, Sir Hugh had put Miss Lynmere under your protection?’
‘O it does not signify!’ said Indiana, colouring high with a new raised sense of importance; ‘I don’t at all doubt but one or other of the officers will take care of me.’
Edgar, though somewhat disconcerted, would still have proceeded; but Camilla, alarmed by the frowns of Miss Margland, begged him to lead out her cousin, and, promising to be in readiness for the next two dances, glided back to her seat. He upbraided her in vain; Miss Margland looked pleased, and Indiana was so much piqued, that he found it necessary to direct all his attention to appeasing her, as he led her to join the dance.
A gentleman now, eminently distinguished by personal beauty, approached the ladies that remained, and, in the most respectful manner, began conversing with Miss Margland; who received his attentions so gratefully, that, when he told her he only waited to see the master of the ceremonies at leisure, in order to have the honour of begging the hand of one of her young ladies, his civilities so conquered all her pride of etiquette, that she assured him there was no sort of occasion for such a formality, with a person of his appearance and manners; and was bidding Camilla rise, who was innocently preparing to obey, when, to the surprise of them all, he addressed himself to Eugenia.
‘There!’ cried Miss Margland, exultingly, when they were gone; ‘that gentleman is completely a gentleman. I saw it from the beginning. How different to that impertinent fop that spoke to us just now! He has the politeness to take out Miss Eugenia, because he sees plainly nobody else will think of it, except just Mr. Mandlebert, or some such old acquaintance.’
Major Cerwood was now advancing towards Camilla, with that species of smiling and bowing manner, which is the usual precursor of an invitation to a fair partner; when the gentleman whom Miss Margland had just called an impertinent fop, with a sudden swing, not to be eluded, cast himself between the Major and Camilla, as if he had not observed his approach; and spoke to her in a voice so low, that, though she concluded he asked her to dance, she could not distinctly hear a word he said.
A good deal confused, she looked at him for an explanation; while the Major, from her air of attention, supposing himself too late, retreated.
Her new beau then, carelessly seating himself by her side, indolently said: ‘What a heat! I have not the most distant idea how you can bear it!’
Camilla found it impossible to keep her countenance at such a result of a whisper, though she complied with the injunctions of Miss Margland, in avoiding mutual discourse with a stranger of so showy an appearance.
‘Yet they are dancing on,’ he continued, ‘just as if the Greenland snows were inviting their exercise! I should really like to find out what those people are made of. Can you possibly imagine their composition?’
Heedless of receiving no answer, he soon after added: ‘I am vastly glad you don’t like dancing.’
‘Me?’ cried Camilla, surprised out of her caution.
‘Yes; you hold it in antipathy, don’t you?’
‘No, indeed! far from it.’
‘Don’t you really?’ cried he, starting back; ‘that’s amazingly extraordinary! surprising in the extreme! Will you have the goodness to tell me what you like in it?’
‘Sir,’ interfered Miss Margland, ‘there’s nothing but what’s very natural in a young lady’s taking pleasure in an elegant accomplishment; provided she is secure from any improper partner, or company.’
‘Irrefragably just, ma’am!’ answered he; affecting to take a pinch of snuff, and turning his head another way.
Here Lionel, hastily running up to Camilla, whispered, ‘I have made a fine confusion among the red-coats about the heiress of Cleves! I have put them all upon different scents.’
He was then going back, when a faint laugh from the neighbour of Camilla detained him; ‘Look, I adjure you,’ cried he, addressing her, ‘if there’s not that delightful creature again, with his bran-new clothes? and they sit upon him so tight, he can’t turn round his vastly droll figure, except like a puppet with one jerk for the whole body. He is really an immense treat: I should like of all things in nature, to know who he can be.’
A waiter then passing with a glass of water for a lady, he stopt him in his way, exclaiming: ‘Pray, my extremely good friend, can you tell me who that agreeable person is, that stands there, with the air of a poker?’
‘Yes, sir,’ answered the man; ‘I know him very well. His name is Dubster. He’s quite a gentleman to my knowledge, and has very good fortunes.’
‘Camilla,’ cried Lionel, ‘will you have him for a partner?’ And, immediately hastening up to him, he said two or three words in a low voice, and skipped back to the dance.
Mr. Dubster then walked up to her, and, with an air conspicuously aukward, solemnly said, ‘So you want to dance, ma’am?’
Convinced he had been sent to her by Lionel, but by no means chusing to display herself with a figure distinguished only as a mark for ridicule; she looked down to conceal her ever-ready smiles, and said she had been dancing some time.
‘But if you like to dance again, ma’am,’ said he, ‘I am very ready to oblige you.’
She now saw that this offer had been requested as a favour; and, while half provoked, half diverted, grew embarrassed how to get rid of him, without involving a necessity to refuse afterwards Edgar, and every other; for Miss Margland had informed her of the general rules upon these occasions. She looked, therefore, at that lady for counsel; while her neighbour, sticking his hands in his sides, surveyed him from head to foot, with an expression of such undisguised amusement, that Mr. Dubster, who could not help observing it, cast towards him, from time to time, a look of the most angry surprise.
Miss Margland approving, as well understanding the appeal, now authoritatively interfered, saying: ‘Sir, I suppose you know the etiquette in public places?’
‘The what, ma’am?’ cried he, staring.
‘You know, I suppose, sir, that no young lady of any consideration dances with a gentleman that is a stranger to her, without he’s brought to her by the master of the ceremonies?’
‘O as to that, ma’am, I have no objection. I’ll go see for him, if you’ve a mind. It makes no difference to me.’
And away he went.
‘So you really intend dancing with him?’ cried Camilla’s neighbour. ‘‘Twill be a vastly good sight. I have not the most remote conception how he w
ill bear the pulling and jostling about. Bend he cannot; but I am immensely afraid he will break. I would give fifty guineas for his portrait. He is indubitably put together without joints.’
Mr. Dubster now returned, and, with a look of some disturbance, said to Miss Margland: ‘Ma’am, I don’t know which is the master of the ceremonies. I can’t find him out; for I don’t know as ever I see him.’
‘O pray,’ cried Camilla eagerly, ‘do not take the trouble of looking for him; ‘twill answer no purpose.’
‘Why I think so too, ma’am,’ said he, misunderstanding her; ‘for as I don’t know the gentleman myself, he could go no great way towards making us better acquainted with one another: so we may just as well take our skip at once.’
Camilla now looked extremely foolish; and Miss Margland was again preparing an obstacle, when Mr. Dubster started one himself. ‘The worst is,’ cried he, ‘I have lost one of my gloves, and I am sure I had two when I came. I suppose I may have dropt it in the other room. If you shan’t mind it, I’ll dance without it; for I don’t mind those things myself of a straw.’
‘O! sir,’ cried Miss Margland, ‘that’s such a thing as never was heard of. I can’t possibly consent to let Miss Camilla dance in such a manner as that.’
‘Why then, if you like it better, ma’am, I’ll go back and look for it.’
Again Camilla would have declined giving him any trouble; but he seemed persuaded it was only from shyness, and would not listen. ‘Though the worst is,’ he said, ‘you’re losing so much time. However, I’ll give a good hunt; unless, indeed, that gentleman, who is doing nothing himself, except looking on at us all, would be kind enough to lend me his.’
‘I rather fancy, sir,’ cried the gentleman, immediately recovering from a laughing fit, and surveying the requester with supercilious contempt; ‘I rather suspect they would not perfectly fit you.’
‘Why then,’ cried he, ‘I think I’ll go and ask Tom Hicks to lend me a pair; for it’s a pity to let the young lady lose her dance for such a small trifle as that.’
Camilla began remonstrating; but he tranquilly walked away.
‘You are superlatively in the good graces of fortune to-night,’ cried her new friend, ‘superlatively to a degree: you may not meet with such an invaluably uncommon object in twenty lustres.’
‘Certainly,’ said Miss Margland, ‘there’s a great want of regulation at balls, to prevent low people from asking who they will to dance with them. It’s bad enough one can’t keep people one knows nothing of from speaking to one.’
‘Admirably hit off! admirable in the extreme!’ he answered; suddenly twisting himself round, and beginning a whispering conversation with a gentleman on his other side.
Mr. Dubster soon came again, saying, somewhat dolorously, ‘I have looked high and low for my glove, but I am no nearer. I dare say somebody has picked it up, out of a joke, and put it in their pocket. And as to Tom Hicks, where he can be hid, I can’t tell, unless he has hanged himself; for I can’t find him no more than my glove. However, I’ve got a boy to go and get me a pair; if all the shops a’n’t shut up.’
Camilla, fearing to be involved in a necessity of dancing with him, expressed herself very sorry for this step; but, again misconceiving her motive, he begged her not to mind it; saying, ‘A pair of gloves here or there is no great matter. All I am concerned for is, putting you off so long from having a little pleasure, for I dare say the boy won’t come till the next two batches; so if that gentleman that looks so particular at me, has a mind to jig it with you a bit himself, in the interim, I won’t be his hindrance.’
Receiving no answer, he bent his head lower down, and said, in a louder voice, ‘Pray, sir, did you hear me?’
‘Sir, you are ineffably good!’ was the reply; without a look, or any further notice.
Much affronted, he said no more, but stood pouting and stiff before Camilla, till the second dance was over, and another general separation of partners took place. ‘I thought how it would be, ma’am,’ he then cried; ‘for I know it’s no such easy matter to find shops open at this time of night; for if people’s ‘prentices can’t take a little pleasure by now, they can’t never.’
Tea being at this time ordered, the whole party collected to remove to the next room. Lionel, seeing Mr. Dubster standing by Camilla, with a rapturous laugh, cried, ‘Well, sister, have you been dancing?’
Camilla, though laughing too, reproachfully shook her head at him; while Mr. Dubster gravely said, ‘It’s no fault of mine, sir, that the lady’s sitting still; for I come and offered myself to her the moment you told me she wanted a partner; but I happened of the misfortune of losing one of my gloves, and not being able to find Tom Hicks, I’ve been waiting all this while for a boy as has promised to get me a pair; though, I suppose he’s fell down in the dark and broke his skull, by his not coming. And, indeed, if that elderly lady had not been so particular, I might as well have done without; for, if I had one on, nobody would have been the wiser but that t’other might have been in my pocket.’
This speech, spoken without any ceremony in the hearing of Miss Margland, to the visible and undisguised delight of Lionel, so much enraged her, that, hastily calling him aside, she peremptorily demanded how he came to bring such a vulgar partner to his sister?
‘Because you took no care to get her a better,’ he answered, heedlessly.
Camilla also began to remonstrate; but, without hearing her, he courteously addressed himself to Mr. Dubster, and told him he was sure Miss Margland and his sister would expect the pleasure of his company to join their party at tea.
Miss Margland frowned in vain; Mr. Dubster bowed, as at a compliment but his due; observing he should then be close at hand for his partner; and they were proceeding to the tea-room, when the finer new acquaintance of Camilla called after Mr. Dubster: ‘Pray, my good sir, who may this Signor Thomaso be, that has the honour to stand so high in your good graces?’
‘Mine, sir?’ cried Mr. Dubster; ‘I know no Signor Thomaso, nor Signor nothing else neither: so I don’t know what you mean.’
‘Did not I hear you dilating, my very good sir, upon a certain Mr. Tom somebody?’
‘What, I suppose then, sir, if the truth be known, you would say Tom Hicks?’
‘Very probably, sir: though I am not of the first accuracy as the gentleman’s nomenclator.’
‘What? don’t you know him, sir? why he’s the head waiter!’
Then, following the rest of the party, he was placed, by the assistance of Lionel, next to Camilla, in utter defiance of all the angry glances of Miss Margland, who herself invited the handsome partner of Eugenia to join their group, and reaped some consolation in his willing civilities; till the attention of the whole assembly was called, or rather commanded by a new object.
A lady, not young, but still handsome, with an air of fashion easy almost to insolence, with a complete but becoming undress, with a work-bag hanging on her arm, whence she was carelessly knotting, entered the ball-room alone, and, walking straight through it to the large folding glass doors of the tea-room, there stopt, and took a general survey of the company, with a look that announced a decided superiority to all she saw, and a perfect indifference to what opinion she incurred in return.
She was immediately joined by all the officers, and several other gentlemen, whose eagerness to shew themselves of her acquaintance marked her for a woman of some consequence; though she took little other notice of them, than that of giving to each some frivolous commission; telling one to hold her work-bag; bidding another fetch her a chair; a third, ask for a glass of water; and a fourth, take care of her cloak. She then planted herself just without the folding-doors, declaring there could be no breathing in the smaller apartment, and sent about the gentlemen for various refreshments; all which she rejected when they arrived, with extreme contempt, and a thousand fantastic grimaces.
The tea-table at which Miss Margland presided being nearest to these folding-doors, she and her party hear
d, from time to time, most of what was said, especially by the newly arrived lady; who, though she now and then spoke for several minutes in a laughing whisper, to some one she called to her side, uttered most of her remarks, and all her commands quite aloud, with that sort of deliberate ease which belongs to the most determined negligence of who heard, or who escaped hearing her, who were pleased, or who were offended.
Camilla and Eugenia were soon wholly engrossed by this new personage; and Lionel, seeing her surrounded by the most fashionable men of the assembly, forgot Mr. Dubster and his gloves, in an eagerness to be introduced to her.
Colonel Andover, to whom he applied, willingly gratified him: ‘Give me leave, Mrs. Arlbery,’ cried he, to the lady, who was then conversing with General Kinsale, ‘to present to you Mr. Tyrold.’
‘For Heaven’s sake don’t speak to me just now,’ cried she; ‘the General is telling me the most interesting thing in the world. Go on, dear General!’
Lionel, who, if guided by his own natural judgment, would have conceived this to be the height of ill-breeding or of ignorance, no sooner saw Colonel Andover bow in smiling submission to her orders, than he concluded himself all in the dark with respect to the last licences of fashion: and, while contentedly he waited her leisure for his reception, he ran over in his own mind the triumph with which he should carry to Oxford the newest flourish of the bon ton.
In a few minutes, after gaily laughing with the General, she turned suddenly to Colonel Andover, and, striking him on the arm with her fan, exclaimed: ‘Well, now, Colonel, what is it you would say?’
‘Mr. Tyrold,’ he answered, ‘is very ambitious of the honour of being introduced to you.’
‘With all my heart. Which is he?’ And then, nodding to Lionel’s bow, ‘You live, I think,’ she added, ‘in this neighbourhood? By the way, Colonel, how came you never to bring Mr. Tyrold to me before? Mr. Tyrold, I flatter myself you intend to take this very ill.’
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