But the return parties were an incubus on their minds. Only they were not to be till after Christmas.
p. 81CHAPTER XIII
THE DOWER HOUSE
Over the hearth of the drawing-room of the Dower House, in the sociable twilight that had descended on the afternoon tea-table, sat three ladies—for Lady Adela and Miss Morton had just welcomed Mrs. Bury, who, though she had her headquarters in London, generally spent her time in visits to her married daughters or expeditions abroad.
Amice had just exhibited her doll, Elmira’s last acquisition, a little chest of drawers, made of matchboxes and buttons, that Constance Morton had taught her to make, and then she had gone off to put the said Elmira and her companions to bed, after giving it as her grave opinion that Lady Northmoor was a great acquisition.
‘Do you think so?’ said Mrs. Bury, after the laugh at the sedate expression.
‘She is very kind to Amice, and I do not think she will do her any harm,’ said Lady Adela.
‘Governessing was her mйtier,’ added Bertha, ‘so it is not likely.’
‘And how does it turn out?’
p. 82‘Oh, it might be a good deal worse. I see no reason for not living on here.’
‘And you, Birdie?’
‘No, I couldn’t! I’ve been burning to get away these seven years, and as Northmoor actually seems capable of taking my boys, my last tie is gone. I’m only afraid he’ll bore them with too much Sabbatarianism and temperance. He is just the cut of the model Sabbath-school teacher, only he vexes Addie’s soul by dashes of the Ritualist.’
‘Well,’ said Mrs. Bury, ‘the excellent Mr. Woodman is capable of improvement.’
‘But how?’ said Lady Adela. ‘Narrow ritualism without knowledge or principle is a thing to be deprecated.’
‘Is it without knowledge or principle?’
‘How should an attorney’s clerk get either?’
‘But I understand you that they are worthy people, and not obnoxious.’
‘Worthy!’ exclaimed Bertha. ‘Yes, worthy to their stiff backbones, worthy to the point of utter dulness; they haven’t got enough vulgarity even to drop their h’s or be any way entertaining. I should like them ever so much better if they ate with their knives and drank out of their saucers, but she can’t even mispronounce a French word worse than most English people.’
‘No pretension even?’
‘Oh no; if there were, one could get some fun out of it. I have heard of bearing honours meekly, but they don’t even do that, they just let them hang on them, like the stick and stock they are. If I p. 83were Addie, it would be the deadly liveliness that would drive me away.’
‘Nay,’ said Adela; ‘one grows to be content with mere negations, if they are nothing worse. I could be driven away, or at least find it an effort to remain, if Lady Northmoor were like her sister-in-law.’
‘Ah, now, that’s just what would make it tolerable to me. I could get a rise or two out of that Mrs. Morton. I did get her to be confidential and to tell me how much better the honours would have sat upon her dear husband. I believe she thinks that if he were alive he would have shared them like the Spartan kings. She wishes that “her brother, Lord Northmoor” (you should hear the tone), “were more worldly, and she begs me to impress on him the duty of doing everything for her dear Herbert, who, in the nature of things, must be the heir to the peerage.”‘
‘I am sure I hope not,’ said Lady Adela. ‘He is an insufferable boy. The people about the place can’t endure him. He is quite insolent.’
‘The animal, man, when in certain stages of development, has a peculiar tendency to be unpleasant,’ observed Bertha philosophically. ‘To my mind, Master Herbert is the most promising of the specimens.’
‘Birdie! He is much worse than his uncle.’
‘Promising, I said, not performing. Whatever promise there may have been in Northmoor must have been nipped upon the top of a high stool, but if he has sense enough to put that boy into good hands he may come to something. I like him p. 84enough myself to feel half inclined to do what I can towards licking him into shape, for the honour of the family! It is that girl Ida that riles me most.’
‘Yes,’ said Lady Adela, ‘she behaved fairly well in company, but I saw her tittering and whispering with Emily Trotman in a tone that I thought very bad for Emily.’
‘She’s spoilt; her mother worships her,’ said Bertha. ‘I had a pleasing confidence or two about how she is already admired, or, as Mrs. Morton calls it, how the gentlemen are after her; but now she shall not put up with anything but a real gentleman, and of course her uncle will do something handsome for her.’
‘Poor man! I wish him joy. Has he more belongings?’
‘Providentially, no. We have the honour of standing nearest to him, and she seems to have none at all, unless they should be attracted by the scent.’
‘That is not likely,’ said Lady Adela; ‘she was a clergy orphan, and never heard of any relations.’
‘Then you really know no harm of them, in these four or five months?’ said Mrs. Bury.
‘No; except having these relations,’ said Adela.
‘Except being just sensible enough not to afford even the pleasure of laughing at them,’ said Bertha. ‘Nay, just worthy enough’—she said it spitefully—‘not even to give the relief of a good grumble.’
‘Well, I think you may be thankful!’
‘Exactly what one doesn’t want to be!’ said Bertha. ‘I like sensations. Now Letitia is going p. 85to come down with a prediction that they are to become the blessings of our lives, so I am off!’
And as the door closed on her, Lady Adela sighed, and Mrs. Bury said—
‘Poor Birdie; is she always in that tone?’
‘Yes,’ said Lady Adela; ‘there seems to be always a bitter spot in her heart. I am glad she should try to work it out.’
‘I suppose living here with her father tended to brooding. Yet she has always done a good deal.’
‘Not up to her powers. Lord Northmoor never ceased to think her a mere girl, and obstructed her a good deal; besides, all his interest being in horses, she never could get rid of the subject, and wounds were continually coming back on us—on her.’
‘On you as well, poor Addie.’
‘He did not understand. Besides, to me these things were not the raw scene they were to her. It has been a very sad time for her. You see, there is not much natural softness in her, and she was driven into roughness and impatience when he worried her over racing details and other things. And then she was hurt at his preferring to have me with him. It has been very good and generous in her not to have been jealous of me.’
‘I think she was glad he could find comfort in you. And you have never heard of Captain Alder?’
‘Never! In justice, and for the sake of dear Arthur’s wishes, I should be glad to explain; but I wonder whether, as she is now, it would be well that they should meet.’
‘If it is so ordained, I suppose they will. What’s that?’
p. 86It was Lord and Lady Northmoor, formally announced, and as formally introduced, to Mrs. Bury.
They had come, the lady said, when they were seated, with a message from ‘Old Swan,’ to ask for a bit of my lady’s plaster for his back to ease his rheumatism at night. His daughter was only just come in from work, so they had ventured to bring the message.
‘Is any one coming for it?’
‘I said we would bring it back,’ replied Mary, ‘if you would kindly let us have it.’
‘Why, it is a mile out of your way!’
‘It is moonlight, and we do so enjoy a walk together,’ she answered.
‘Well, Adela,’ said Mrs. Bury, when they were gone with the roll of plaster, ‘I agree that they might be worse—and by a great deal!’
‘Did he speak all the time?’
‘Yes, once. But there are worse faults than silence; and she seems a bonny little woman. Honeymooning still—that moonlight walk too.’
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p; ‘I can fancy that it is a treat to escape from Mrs. Morton. She is depths below them in refinement!’
‘On the whole, I think you may be thankful, Adela.’
‘I hope I am. I believe you would soon be intimate with them; but then you always could get on with all sorts of people, and I have a shrinking from getting under the surface—if I could.’
And indeed, further intercourse, though not without shocks and casualties, made Mary p. 87Northmoor wish that Letitia Bury had been the permanent inhabitant; above all, when she undertook to come and give her counsel and support for that first tremendous undertaking—the dinner-party. Lady Kenton was equally helpful at their next; and Sir Edward gave much good advice to his lordship as to not letting himself be made the tool of the loud-voiced squire, who was anxious to be his guide, philosopher, and friend in county business—advice that made Frank’s heart sink, for thus far he felt only capable of sitting still and listening.
p. 88CHAPTER XIV
WESTHAVEN VERSIONS OF HONOURS
‘Thank you, a bit of partridge, Mr. Rollstone, if you please.’
‘Excuse me, Mrs. Grover. This is a grouse from Lord Northmoor’s own moors, I presume,’ replied Mr. Rollstone, to the tune of a peal of laughter from Herbert and exclamation—‘Not know a grouse!’—for which Ida frowned at him.
‘Yes, indeed,’ said his mother; ‘we had so much game up at my brother’s, Lord Northmoor’s, that I shall quite miss it now I am come away.’
‘Flimsy sort of grub!’ growled an old skipper. ‘Only fit for this sort of a tea—not to make a real meal on, fit for “a man”!’
The young folk laughed. Captain Purdy was only invited as a messmate of Mrs. Morton’s father.
‘You’ll excuse this being only a tea,’ went on Mrs. Morton. ‘I hope to have a dinner in something more of style if ever I return here, but I could not attempt it with my present establishment after what we have got accustomed to. Why, p. 89we never sat down to dinner without two menservants!’
‘Only two?’ said Mr. Rollstone. ‘I have never been without three men under me; and I always had two to wait, even when the lady dined alone.’
Mrs. Grover, who had been impressed for a moment, took courage to say—
‘I don’t think so much of your grouse, Mrs. Morton. It’s tasty and ’igh.’
‘High game goes with high families,’ wickedly murmured Herbert, causing much tittering at his corner of the table; and this grew almost convulsive, while another matron of the party observed—
‘Mrs. Macdonald, Mr. Holt’s sister in Scotland, once sent us some, and really, Mrs. Morton, if you boil them down, they are almost as good as a pat-ridge!’
‘Oh, really now, Mrs. Holt! I hope you didn’t tell Mrs. Macdonald so!’ said Mrs. Morton. ‘It is a real valuable article, such as my brother, Lord Northmoor, would only send to us, and one or two old friends that he wishes to compliment at Hurminster. But one must be used to high society to know how such things should be relished!’
‘Are Lord Northmoor’s moors extensive?’ asked Mr. Rollstone.
‘There’s about four or five miles of them,’ responded Herbert; ‘and these grouse are awfully shy.’
‘Ah, the Earl of Blackwing owns full twenty miles of heather,’ said the ex-butler.
‘Barren stuff!’ growled the skipper; ‘breeding nothing worth setting one’s teeth into!’
p. 90‘There are seven farms besides,’ put in Mrs. Morton. ‘My brother is going to have an audit-day next week.’
‘You should have seen the Earl’s audits,’ said Mr. Rollstone. ‘Five-and-twenty substantial tenant-farmers, besides artisans, and all the family plate on the sideboard!’
‘Ah, you should see the Northmoor plate!’ said Mrs. Morton. ‘There are racing cups, four of them—not that any one could drink out of them, for they are just centre-pieces for the table. There’s a man in armour galloping off headlong with a girl behind him— Who did your uncle say it was, Conny?’
‘The Templar and Rowena, mamma,’ said Constance.
‘Yes, that was the best—all frosted. I liked that better than the one where the girl with no clothes to speak of was running like mad after a golden ball. They said that was an heirloom, worth five hundred—’
‘Lord Burnside’s yachting cups are valued at five thousand,’ said Mr. Rollstone. ‘I should know, for I had the care of them, and it was a responsibility as weighed on my mind.’
So whatever Mrs. Morton described as to the dignities and splendours of Northmoor, Mr. Rollstone continued to cap with more magnificent experiences, so that, though he never pretended to view himself in the light of a participator in the grandeur he described, he continued, quite unintentionally, so to depreciate the glories of Northmoor, that Mrs. Morton began to recollect how far above him her p. 91sphere had become, and to decide against his future admission to her parties.
The young ladies, as soon as tea was over, retired into corners in pairs, having on their side much to communicate. Rose Rollstone was at home for a holiday, after having begun to work at an establishment for art and ecclesiastical needlework, and it was no small treat to her and Constance to meet and compare their new experiences. Rose, always well brought up by her father, was in a situation carefully trained by a lady head, and watched over by those who deepened and cultivated her religious feeling; and Constance had to tell of the new facilities of education offered to them. Ida was too delicate for school, their mother said, and was only to have music lessons at Brighton, or in London whenever the present house could be parted with; but Herbert had already begun to work with a tutor for the army, and Constance was to go to the High School at Colbeam and spend her Sundays at Northmoor, where a prettily-furnished room was set apart for her. She described it with so much zest that Rose was seized with a sort of alarm. ‘You will live there like all the lords and ladies that papa talks of, and grow worldly and fashionable.’
‘Oh no, no,’ cried Constance, and there was a girlish kissing match, but Rose seemed to think worldliness inevitable.
‘The Earl my papa lived with used to bet and gamble, and come home dreadfully late at night, and so did my lady and her daughters, and their poor maid had to sit up for them till four o’clock in the morning. Then their bills! They never told p. 92his lordship, but they sold their diamonds and wore paste. His lordship did not know, but their maid did, and told papa.’
Constance opened her eyes and declared that Uncle Frank and Aunt Mary never could do such things. Moreover, she averred that Lady Adela was always going about among the cottages, and that Miss Morton had not a bit of pride, and was going to live in London to teach the dust-pickers and match-box makers. ‘Indeed, I don’t think they are half as worldly in themselves,’ she said, ‘as Ida is growing with thinking about them.’
‘Ah, don’t you remember the sermon that said worldliness didn’t depend on what one has, but what one is?’
‘Talking of nothing better than sermons!’ said Herbert, coming on them. ‘Have you caught it of the governor, Con? I believe he thinks of nothing but sermons.’
And Constance exclaimed, ‘I am sure he doesn’t preach!’
‘Oh no, nothing comes out of his mouth that he can help; trust him for that.’
‘Then how do you know?’
‘By the stodgy look of him. He would be the awfullest of prosers if he had the gift of the gab.’
‘You are an ungrateful boy,’ said Rose. ‘I am sure he must be very kind to you.’
‘Can’t help it,’ said Herbert. ‘The old fellow would be well enough if he had any go in him.’
‘I am sure he took you out hunting,’ exclaimed Constance indignantly, ‘the day they took us to the meet. And he leapt all the ditches when you—’
p. 93He broke in, ‘Well, what was I to do when I’ve never had the chance to learn to sit a horse? You’ll see next winter.’
‘Did you hurt yourself?’ asked Rose, rather mischievously.
To which Herbert turned a deaf e
ar and began to expatiate upon the game of Northmoor, till other sounds led him away to fall upon the other tкte-а-tкte between Ida and Sibyl Grover. In Ida’s mind the honours of Northmoor were dearly purchased by the dulness and strictness of the life there.
‘My uncle was as cross as two sticks if ever Herbert or I were too late for prayers, and he said it was nonsense of Herbert to say that kneeling at church spoilt his trousers—kneeling just like a school child! It made me so faint!’
‘And it looks so!’
‘I tried, because Lady Adela and Miss Bertha and all do,’ said Ida, ‘and they looked at me! But it made me faint, as I knew it would,’ and she put her head on one side.
‘Poor dear! So they were so very religious! Did that spoil it all?’
‘Well, we had pretty things off the Christmas-tree, and we lived quite as ladies, and drove out in the carriage.’
‘No parties nor dances? Or were they too religious?’
‘Ma says it is their meanness; but my aunt, Lady Northmoor, did say perhaps it would be livelier another year, and then we should have had some dancing and deportment lessons. I up and told her I could dance fast enough now, but she said it p. 94would not be becoming or right to Lady Adela’s and Miss Morton’s feelings.’
‘Do they live there?’
‘Not in the house. Lady Adela has a cottage of her own, and Miss Morton stops with her. Lady Adela is as high and standoffish as the monument,’ said Ida, pausing for a comparison.
‘High and haughty,’ said Sibyl, impressed. ‘And the other lady?’
‘Oh, she is much more good-natured. We call her Bertha; at least, she told us that we might call her anything but that horrid Cousin Bertha, as she said. But she’s old, thirty-six years old, and not a bit pretty, and she says such odd things, one doesn’t know what to do. She thought I made myself useful and could wash and iron,’ said Ida, as if this were the greatest possible insult, in which Sibyl acquiesced.
‘And she thought I should know the factory girls, just the hands,’ added Ida, greatly disgusted. ‘As if I should! But ma says low tastes are in the family, for she is going to live in London, and go and sit with the shop-girls in the evening. Still I like her better than Lady Adela, who keeps herself to herself. Mamma says it is pride and spite that her plain little sickly girl hasn’t come to be my Lady.’
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