‘Would it? Then I won’t, of course, and I expect it will answer best for you to approach him, after all,’ said Letty sunnily. ‘The only thing is that perhaps you might not like to tell him that you would make an excellent ambassador, while for me there could be nothing easier.’
Much moved, Mr Allandale pressed several kisses on to her hands, ejaculating in a thickened voice: ‘So sweet! so innocent! Alas, no, my love! it cannot be! I must be content with what is offered to me – and, indeed, it is more than ever I expected!’
‘Well, I am sure it is not more than you deserve,’ said Letty warmly. ‘However, if you believe it would be useless to apply to Lord Roxwell, I won’t tease you. We must think of some other scheme.’
She spoke with optimism, but Mr Allandale sighed. ‘I wish we might! But my thoughts lead me only to the melancholy necessity of waiting. If your present allowance were secured to you I should be tempted indeed, though I trust I should find the strength to withstand the impulse of my heart. Situated as we both are – you dependent upon your brother’s caprice, I with such charges upon my purse as I cannot but consider sacred – our case is hopeless. One of my sisters is on the point (I hope) of contracting an eligible marriage; my uncle has always promised to present Philip to a living, as soon as he shall have been inducted into Holy Orders, which, I trust, will be this year; but Edward is still at school, and Tom must be sent to join him in September. I could not reconcile it with my conscience, love, to leave my widowed parent to bear, without assistance, these heavy charges.’
Letty agreed to this, but without enthusiasm. She ventured to say: ‘You don’t feel that perhaps Tom would as lief not go to school?’
Mr Allandale dismissed unhesitatingly a tentative suggestion which would have won for Letty her future brother-in-law’s esteem and approval.
‘Perhaps your uncle would pay for Tom?’
He shook his head. ‘I fear – You must know that he has himself a numerous progeny, and has, besides, been responsible for a part of Philip’s education. Philip is his godson, but it would not be right to expect him to provide for Edward or Tom.’
A depressed silence fell. Mr Allandale broke it, saying with a praiseworthy attempt to speak cheerfully: ‘We must be patient. It will be very hard, but we shall have the future to look forward to. Cardross has said that if we are of the same two minds when I return from Brazil he will not then withhold his consent. I believe him to be a man of his word; and that thought, that hope, will help us to bear with fortitude our separation. I do not consider him unfeeling, and I trust he will not forbid us to correspond with each other.’
‘He may forbid it if he chooses, but I shall pay not the least heed!’ declared Letty, her voice trembling. ‘Only I am not a good hand at letter-writing, and I don’t wish to correspond with you! I wish to be with you! Oh, don’t talk of our being separated, Jeremy! I can’t bear it, and I won’t bear it! Cardross must and shall continue to pay my allowance!’
He could not feel hopeful; nor did he think well of a scheme for Cardross’s subjection which depended for its success on her ability to bring herself to the brink of a decline by refusing to let a morsel of food pass her lips. Letty then broke into a passion of weeping, and by the time he had soothed and petted her into a calmer state he was obliged to tear himself from her side. His haggard countenance, when he emerged from the drawing-room, did much to restore Selina’s good opinion of him; and when she found her cousin still hiccuping on convulsive sobs she felt that matters were progressing just as they should. It now only remained for Letty to suffer abominable persecution at the hands of her cruel guardian.
‘Well, I had as lief not be persecuted, I thank you!’ said Letty crossly. ‘Besides, he is persecuting me!’
‘Not enough!’ declared Selina positively. ‘Do you think, if you threatened to run away, that he would lock you in an attic at the top of the house?’
‘No, of course he wouldn’t, you silly creature!’
‘They do in general,’ argued Selina. ‘If only you could prevail upon him to, you could throw a note down from the window to me, and I would instantly deliver it to Mr Allandale. He would feel himself bound to rescue you, and then you could fly to the border.’
‘That only happens in novels,’ said Letty scornfully. ‘I should like to know how Jeremy could possibly rescue me! Why, he could not even enter the house without knocking on the door, and what, pray, would you have him say to the porter?’
‘I suppose there isn’t a secret way into the house?’ asked Selina, rather daunted.
‘Of course not! You only find them in castles!’
‘No, that is not true at all!’ Selina cried triumphantly. ‘Because I have seen a secret way into quite a commonplace house! I don’t precisely remember where it was, but I drove there when Mama took Fanny and me to stay with my uncle, in Somerset!’
‘It’s of no consequence where it is, because there are no secret doors in Grosvenor Square.’
‘No,’ agreed Selina regretfully. Another idea presented itself to her, but although her eyes brightened momentarily they clouded at the thought of Mr Allandale gaining an entrance to Cardross House in the disguise of a sweep.
‘And now I come to think of it,’ said Letty, clinching the matter, ‘the attics are all as full as they can hold with servants. I wish you will stop talking nonsense, like a goose!’
‘It is not nonsense! You did not think it so, when we read that capital story about the girl who was imprisoned by her uncle, so that she should consent to wed his son – the one that had a villainous aspect, and two savage mastiffs, and –’
‘Books!’ cried Letty impatiently. ‘But this is real!’
Eight
Letty remained in Bryanston Square all day; and great was Mrs Thorne’s delight to find her there when she returned from a protracted shopping expedition with Fanny. Silks and muslins for the making of Fanny’s bride-clothes had been their object; and while the tour of the warehouses had been in the nature of a preliminary skirmish so much had been bought, and so many patterns had been brought home to be studied at leisure that little else was talked of during the remainder of Letty’s visit. Mrs Thorne did indeed notice that she was rather languid in spirit, but this circumstance she ascribed to pique, and paid no heed to it, beyond remarking, not very felicitously, that in spite of her three years’ seniority she had never expected Fanny to go off before her cousin.
Nell, meanwhile, spent an unexceptionable if rather dull day, and since such sedentary occupations as netting, tatting, knotting a fringe, or trying to bring to a successful conclusion a game of Patience, a new form of recreation which the Prince Regent had been so condescending as to explain to her, left her mind rather too much at liberty to fret over her troubles, she soon began to be sorry she had refused even so mild a form of entertainment as an invitation to practise French country-dances at a select morning-ball. In general, there never seemed to be enough time into which to fit her various engagements, for once the season was in full swing every sort of amusement offered, from Venetian breakfasts to Grand Balloon Ascensions; and in brief respites from these she was either submitting to the ministrations of Mr Blake, who combined a laughable coxcombry with a positive genius for cutting ladies’ hair; or sitting for her portrait to Mr Lawrence. Cardross had commissioned this full-length likeness of his lovely bride, and since Lawrence had become, since Hoppner’s death, the most fashionable portrait painter in England it was going to cost him not a penny less than four hundred guineas. But Mr Blake had given her a smart new crop only a week earlier; Mr Lawrence’s work on the portrait had had to be suspended until he had recovered from an indisposition. She did not care to visit the Royal Academy’s exhibition at Somerset House alone, for that would not only be dull work, but might render her an easy prey to some other unaccompanied lady: probably Miss Berry, whom one ought to admire, but could not contrive to like. L
ondon was overfull of elderly ladies who were Mama’s dear friends, and Somerset House was just the place where one might be sure of meeting them. So after knotting a few inches of fringe, reading three pages of Corinne, rather wistfully watching some children playing at battledore and shuttlecock in the Square-garden, and trying to make up her mind to write an overdue letter to Miss Wilby, she decided that the day was too fine for such sedentary pursuits, and determined, in default of livelier amusements, to drive to Chelsea, on a visit to Tubbs’ Nursery Garden, in the King’s Road, and to select there such plants as would transform the ballroom at Cardross House into a fairyland of flowers.
This lavish scheme had its birth in Letty’s desire to hang the ballroom with pink calico. She had seen this novel form of decoration at one of the first balls of the season, and it had instantly hit her fancy. Hundreds of ells of calico had been gathered to form the likeness of a huge tent: everyone had exclaimed at it, and had complimented the hostess on such a charming notion; and Letty, convinced that it would shortly become all the crack, had been alternately hectoring and cajoling Cardross for weeks past to have his own ballroom turned into a pink tent for the grand dress-party to be held there at the end of the month. Unfortunately Cardross had not admired the effect of pink calico; and upon Letty’s agreeing that to be sure calico was shabby, and it would be far more elegant (besides going one better than Lady Weldon) to use silk, he had expressed himself so unequivocally on the subject as to confirm her in her belief that his taste was as old-fashioned as his disposition was mean. She had not scrupled to tell him so, and his way of receiving this terrible indictment did him no honour at all. ‘I know it,’ he had said sympathetically. ‘I assure you, Letty, it astonishes even me that I could be such a hog-grubber as to grudge the expenditure of I daresay not much above a few hundred pounds on the suitable decoration of the ballroom to set off your charms.’ He had cast a laughing glance towards Nell, and had added provocatively: ‘Now, had you asked me for blue hangings – !’
Letty had been perfectly willing to compound for blue, but had met with no support from Nell. Nell, quite as desirous as she to cut a dash, had no notion (she thanked Letty) of imitating Lady Weldon, or any other fashionable hostess. If Cardross approved, she would make the ton exclaim much more loudly by creating a flower-garden in her ballroom. It had often astonished her that hostesses made such meagre use of flowers: they should be made to gnash their teeth with envy at the result to be achieved by taste, ingenuity, and the services of a first-rate florist. Cardross promptly gave her carte blanche; and Letty, having rather reluctantly listened to her scheme, was obliged to own that it would be at once pretty, and quite out of the ordinary way.
So off Nell went to Chelsea. No sooner did Mr Tubbs, greeting her ladyship with flattering deference, grasp the purpose of her visit than he became an enthusiastic supporter of it, summoning up his chief minions, and rapidly devising several alternative plans for the tasteful decoration of her ballroom. They differed in many respects, but in one they were alike: they were all extremely costly. But since Cardross had said Nell might do anything she chose, provided she didn’t drape his ballroom in pink calico, this consideration was of no moment. In choosing the flowers and the ferns, and discussing with Mr Tubbs the rival merits of garlands, hanging-baskets, and a trellis-work set against the walls and covered with greenery, out of which flowers could be made to appear as if growing, she passed an agreeable hour, her cares for the time being forgotten. She parted from Mr Tubbs on the most cordial terms, that excellent horticulturist begging her to do him the honour of accepting a bouquet composed of all the choice blooms she had particularly admired during her tour of the garden. It was such a large bouquet that it had to be laid on the floor of the barouche, but Mr Tubbs did not grudge a single bloom in it: it was not every day of the week that he received so magnificent an order as Lady Cardross had given him. He assured her ladyship that she might repose the fullest confidence in his ability to achieve a result that would hold her guests spellbound with admiration; and no sooner had her barouche driven away than he took his foreman apart, and exhorted him to put forth his best endeavours. ‘For mark my words, Andy,’ he said earnestly, ‘if this does not set a fashion! I shouldn’t wonder at it if we were soon turning orders away!’
Nell was rather hopeful, too, that she might be starting a new mode. There had been a number of parties at Cardross House since her marriage, but this would be the first grand ball she had held, and she wanted people to say something more of it than that it had been a dreadful squeeze.
Letty had not returned from Bryanston Square when she reached home again, so after putting off her hat and her gloves she occupied herself with the arrangement of her bouquet in several bowls and vases. She was trying the effect of one of these on a pie-crust table in a corner of the drawing-room when a voice said behind her: ‘Charming!’
It was fortunate that she was not holding the bowl, for she must certainly have dropped it, so convulsive was the start she gave. She gasped sharply, and turned, to find that Cardross had come quietly into the room, and was standing by the door, quizzically regarding her. He had shed his driving-coat, but he had plainly but that instant arrived in town, for he was still wearing a country habit of frock-coat, buckskins, and top-boots.
The shock of hearing his voice when she had believed him to be a hundred miles away was severe, and her first sensation was of consternation. She made a quick recovery, but not before he had seen the fright in her eyes. The quizzical look faded, to be replaced by one of searching enquiry. She exclaimed a little faintly: ‘Cardross! Oh, how much you startled me!’
‘I appear, rather, to have dismayed you,’ he said, making no movement to approach her, but continuing to watch her face with hard, narrowed eyes.
‘No, no! How can you say so?’ she protested, with a nervous laugh, and reddening cheeks. ‘I am so glad – I did not expect to see you until Monday, and hearing you speak suddenly – made me jump out of my skin!’
‘I beg your pardon,’ he replied, unsmilingly. ‘I should, of course, have warned you of my arrival. You must try to forgive my want of tact.’
‘Giles, how absurd!’ she said, holding out her hand.
He strolled forward, and took it, bowing formally, and just touching it with his lips. He released it immediately, saying: ‘Yes, in the manner of the farce we saw at Covent Garden, and thought so stupid. I shall stop short of searching behind the curtains and under the furniture for the hidden lover.’
The chilly salute he had bestowed on her hand had both alarmed and distressed her, but this speech fell so wide of the mark that she laughed. ‘In the expectation of finding your cousin Felix? It is a most improper notion, but how very funny it would be to discover him in such a situation!’
He smiled slightly, and some of the suspicion left his eyes. He still kept them on her face, and she found it hard to meet them. ‘What is it, Nell?’ he asked, after a moment.
‘But indeed it is nothing! I – I don’t understand what you can mean! Are you offended with me for having jumped so? But that was quite your own fault, you know!’
He did not answer for a moment, and when he did at last speak it was in a colourless voice. ‘As you say. Which of your many admirers bestowed that handsome bouquet on you? You have arranged it delightfully.’
‘None of them! At least, I don’t flatter myself that he admires me precisely!’ she replied, thankful for the change of subject. ‘I had it – but this is only a part of it! – from Tubbs, the nursery-man! I have been there today, to order the flowers for our dress-ball, and at parting he begged me to accept the most enormous bouquet imaginable!’
‘Did he indeed? Then it seems safe to assume that you’ve lodged a very handsome order with him.’
She looked a little anxious. ‘Well, yes,’ she admitted. ‘But it will be the prettiest ball of the season, and – and you did tell me I might spend as much as I
wished on it!’
‘Certainly. I wasn’t criticizing you, my love.’
She felt impelled to justify herself, for in spite of this assurance there was an alarming want of cordiality in his voice. ‘It is the first ball we have held here – the first grand ball,’ she reminded him apologetically. ‘You wouldn’t wish it to be talked of as just another jam – nothing out of the common style!’
‘My dear Nell, you have no need to excuse yourself! By all means let it be of the first stare. Shall we give our guests pink champagne?’
‘Are you joking me?’ she asked cautiously. ‘It sounds excessively elegant, but I think I never heard of it before.’
‘Oh, no, I’m not joking you! I assure you it will lend a great cachet to the party.’
‘More than pink calico?’ she ventured, a gleam of fun in the glance she cast at him.
That did draw a laugh from him. ‘Yes – or even pink silk! Where is Letty, by the by?’
‘She has gone to visit Mrs Thorne. She will be back directly, I daresay.’ She fancied there was a frown in his eyes, and added: ‘You don’t like that, but indeed, Giles, it would not be right to encourage her to neglect Mrs Thorne.’
‘Very true. Tell me, Nell, what does my aunt Chudleigh mean by writing to inform me that Letty’s conduct at that masquerade you took her to set everyone in a bustle?’
‘If your aunt Chudleigh would be a little less busy we should go on very well!’ cried Nell, flushing with wrath. ‘She is never happy but when she is making mischief! Pray, has she any animadversions to pass on me?’
‘No, she exonerates you from all blame.’
‘Obliging of her! I hope with all my heart that you will give her a sharp set-down, Cardross!’
‘I probably shall. What, in fact, did Letty do to bring this scold down upon me?’
‘Nothing at all! That is to say, nothing to make a piece of work about! You know how it is with her, when she is in high gig! She allows her vivacity to carry her beyond the line of what is pleasing, but she is so young that it is only people like Lady Chudleigh who don’t know that it is all done in innocence.’
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