And while at Newport, in the society of De Châteaunéant, Tim Budlong is subscribing2 more freely than ever, and the Budlong ladies are quivering through the ter-diurnal shift of toilets resplendent:——
And while Sally Bishop4, who has heard from her father how he had sold the black to a Mr. Ira Waddy, just returned from India, is dying with something on her mind which she dare not yet reveal:——
And while Horace Belden is beating his bolting horse and training another, to which he naturally gives the name of Knockknees, to run, and no doubt to win purses, and is nursing his finances for an August at Newport with its possible heiress:——
[108]And while Miss Sullivan, at her lovely cottage opposite Belden’s, is singing duets with Mrs. Cecilia Tootler, to whom, though that lady has often spoken of the delightful6 visit of Mr. Waddy, her friend, she has never yet mentioned her share in the rescue of a person of that name:——
While all our acquaintances are busied thus, Major Granby, at Halifax, boards a Cunarder, embarked7 for Boston. As he mounted the plank8, a young excessively English man defended the gangway with open fist. The major won his entrance by grasping the fist in amicable9 guise10.
“Why, how d’ye do, Ambient?” he said to his compatriot, a pleasant-faced pinkling. “So you have really started on your travels.”
“Aw! Gwanby, I’m vewy glad to see you,” replied Sir Comeguys Ambient, generally called briefly11 Sir Com. “Yes, I’ve begun my jowney wound the wowuld. It’s lownger than I thought.”
“You’ve had some pleasant company, anyway,” said the major, examining discreetly12 two young ladies who stood near the rail, and who, seemingly, found much to interest them in the shoreward view.
“Yes; doosed handsome gerwuls,” agreed Sir Com, “and vewy agweeable, but know too much.”
“Not exactly in your line then, eh?”
“I’m weelly a little afwaid of them,” admitted the valiant14 youth. “But the dark one is a wegular stunner[109] for eyes and hair. The fair one is Miss Clara Waddie. The bwunette is her friend, Diana,” and the pinkling’s cheeks became all suffused15 with his ingenuous16 heart’s blood.
“Ah,” said Granby, observing the suffusion17, “so that goddess—and she is a goddess—has transfixed you! Beware how you trifle with her; these American ladies do not hesitate to call a man out. Your Diana is divine, but your Clara is angelic. Waddy? I have a friend of that name. I’m going now to meet him in Boston.”
In the course of the day, Major Granby, who had a soldier-like impetuosity in assaulting new opportunities, was presented to Waddie père and by him to the ladies.
Mr. Waddie of New York was a tall, slender gentleman, clean-shaven and high-cravatted. A bit of white collar on each side narrowed his range of chin movement. Dignity required that his head should not gyrate, hence sidelong glances were only effected by a painful twist of his eyes. He wore a blue frock, buttoned, and remarkably18 perfect boots. His manner was a little stiff, but entirely19 well-bred, and had a certain careful courtesy very attractive. Altogether, you would say, a man of limited, but not narrow mind, gentle and amiable20. His passion was genealogy21, and if he was ever querulous, it was when inevitable22 antiquaries connected him with the first Waddy, well known to all American pedigrees,[110] cook of the Mayflower and victim of Miles Standish.
“Do I look,” he would say, “like the son of a sea-cook, even in the sixth generation?”
And, indeed, he did not resemble a descendant of the caboose, but rather a marquis of the Émigration, such as we behold23 him at the Théâtre Français. This somewhat faded élégant had another passion: it was for his lovely daughter; nor was he the only man thus affected24.
Mrs. Waddie was wifely, motherly, and a little over-energetic, as became the spouse25 of so mild and unpractical a gentleman. It was she who devised and carried out that purchase of real estate by which their comfortable property became a handsome fortune. It was she who officered the campaign which ended in giving him the civic26 crown of Member of Congress, and when the bad cookery of the American snob’s paradise had impaired27 his health and compelled his resignation, it was again his energetic wife who suggested to General Taylor that she wished the embassy to Florence. It was obtained, of course, and was one of the most creditable acts of that President’s brief career. His successor did not venture to recall Mr. Waddie, although he knew the scorn with which that gentleman, usually so amiable, regarded those ridiculously unsuccessful makeshifts and cowardly compromises of 1850. Mr. Waddie’s fortune, high social position, formidable[111] wife, his serene28 worth and merited popularity, made him a person whom an accidental President could not presume to offend; and if he were already an enemy, at least it were wiser to keep him in a foreign land.
So his wife and the ambassador remained at Florence, where her balls crushed the Grand Duke’s. She instituted a subscription29 for fronting the Duomo and introduced into Florentine life Buckwheat Cakes, Veracity30, and Sewing Machines—of which only the first-named are still popular in that beautiful city.
It was the last year of the embassy when they thought proper to send for Miss Clara, who, with Diana, Mr. Waddie’s ward13, had been in charge of Miss Sullivan at home. This was the first year of Mr. Pierce’s administration, and while he was hesitating whom to appoint in Mr. Waddie’s place. He did appoint, in time, a tobacconist from the South-west, who viewed the world only as a spittoon.
Everybody has been in Florence or will go. It is not necessary, therefore, here to describe what Clara and Diana saw under the superintendence of Miss Sullivan, instinctive31 discoverer of the best. They were devout32 beneath the dome33 of Brunelleschi, rapt beside the tower of Giotto, critical in the galleries, gay in the Cascine. The Florentines adored Clara, the fair. Strangers worshipped Diana, the dark. This was not Diana, pale queen of night, but[112] the huntress deity34, bold and clear of eye, of colours rich and warm, with vigorous, fiery35 blood, hastening, almost fevering, a living life of passionateness36. An Amazonian queen was Diana, who could do the dashing deeds of an Amazon with fanciful freedom. The Actæons dreaded37 her. No man of feeble manhood was permitted in her presence. Soldierly men and travellers she liked, and deep-sea fishermen, and blacksmiths and architects and heroes and lyric38 poets. And when any of these told her of his ambitions, large as life, or the dangers he had passed, and while he told, looked in her unblenching eyes and saw through them a soul that could comprehend any great ambition, or dare any danger; he, the strong man, always loved her madly. But she, the strong woman, the master-hero of her own soul, could not find her hero. There were ideal men in history for her to adore—at least, they seemed so, as history painted them—and as she read of them, she felt that strange thrill of despair for their absence that later she knew to be the passion of love—the passion of the woman longing39 for the fit, appointed mate.
The friendship of Clara and Diana was fore-ordained. Its historic beginning dates back to the college intimacy40 between young Waddie, refined, timid, studious, and Diana’s father, a bold and ardent41 youth of southern blood and foreign race. This gentleman, being afterward42 unhappy in his[113] home, wandered away into Texas. There he acquired immense estates by the purchase of old Spanish grants, and dying early, bequeathed his only child to his friend, Mr. Waddie, for care and nurture43. The two girls grew up as sisters, and it was not until Diana’s womanhood that the serious consideration of her orphanage44 was forced upon her. Mrs. Waddie, the kindest of mothers, was immersed in business, speculating for her husband, urging him forward to posts of responsibility he shrank from. She was therefore ready to yield her two daughters entirely into the hands of Miss Sullivan.
It was to Miss Sullivan that the task fell of telling Diana the sad history of her father and her mother, and how the mother, after a life worse than death, was now in a madhouse. It was a terrible revelation for this pure and brave young girl. In an agony of tears, she threw herself into Miss Sullivan’s arms and prayed her to be a mother to the orphan45. Miss Sullivan must have been of a nature singularly sympathetic, or herself have felt the loneliness of bitter grief, so deeply did she know the only consolations—endurance, and long-suffering faith, and hope in other lives, eternal ones.
Clara was present at this interview, and, after this, the relations between the elder and the younger women were closely sisterly. The elder sister, hardly older in appearance, except of paler and more thoughtful beauty, formed the younger minds.
[114]Clara Waddie had inherited all her father’s grace and refinement46 of face, form, mien47, manner, and thought, and withal had gained from her mother judgment48 and strength of character, which underlay49 without diminishing her delicate sweetness. You might have known this fair young person for months and have given only a mental assent50 to her reputation of exquisite51 beauty; but one day, when some changing charm of emotion cast an evanescent flush upon her cheek and your sudden inspiration of eloquence52 had roused a look of interest in her lambent listening eyes, you would become conscious of more than mental assent to her unclaimed claim of perfect loveliness; your soul itself would thenceforth be cognisant of her beauty.
At the end of that delightful year in Florence, now rich with memories of the art and poetry of Italy, Diana was suddenly summoned to America. A most favourable53 change had come over her mother’s malady54, and with sanity55 returning, she was praying for kindly56 companionship and love. Her life, at best, was to be but brief, but it was thought that a residence in the dry, elevated regions of the interior might prolong it and allay57 the pangs58 of her desperate disease. Diana did not hesitate; she saw her duty clearly and accepted it, rejoicing.
Mr. Waddie went over with Diana. She found a mother with the saddened relics59 of a feeble beauty. Married hastily, out of silly school, she had been[115] ignorantly, in her husband’s absence, bewildered in the toils60 of a great villainy, which death to the villain61 and madness to the victim had sufficiently62 avenged63. Rejecting Mr. Waddie’s kind offer of escort, Diana took her mother to their estates in the up-country of Texas. In that most beautiful region, the Amazon could carry out her huntress fancies. She could gallop64 with her Mexican master of the horse over vast reaches of prairie, all her own. She could encamp in those belts of timber that sweep like rivers across boundless65 plains of Western wildness. At noon, when the deer she chased were hid in forest court, she, too, could seek such sylvan66 shelter, and lying there beneath an oak, all grey with mossy drapery, could take delight of dreamy contrast, and, with closed eyes, narrow her horizon with remembered palaces and rebuild under broad blue heavens the wonderful domes67 of Italy. Then she would study in some shady pool of the forest her face nut-browned to warm and healthy hues68 and fancy Clara, more palely beautiful, suddenly appearing, like Una from the ancient grove69, and standing70 beside her at this softening71 mirror, as they had often stood in loving sisterhood before. In this existence, free and fresh, she learnt what so few women ever know, the pure physical joy of living.
The Texas postmaster was puzzled with strange stamps on Diana’s constant letters from Europe; she was as constant in her replies. At last, she had[116] sadly to tell her friend how her mother, after a sudden and fearful access of madness, had died. If there were any circumstances accompanying this death that made it doubly painful, and if, far away from the civilisation72 of towns, she had made other friends from whom this death was the cause of bitter parting, of this she said nothing to Clara. There are some secrets which honourable73 women do not impart to anyone more distant from their hearts than God. As to Endymion, it was certainly not probable that she had found him among Santa Fé traders, or Dutch emigrants74, or rude cattle drovers whose best hope was a week of debauch75 in San Antonio.
She rejoined the Waddies and they did Europe. Mankind stared, and jealous women scoffed76 wherever Clara and Diana, charming pair, were seen. Diana was in mourning and very sad—sadder than seemed wholly natural for her mother’s relieving death. The only gentleman to whom she allowed any intimacy was Belden. She told Miss Sullivan that she distrusted him and was displeased77 with the little she heard of his deeds, but that he was a bad imitation of an old friend of hers and she liked to be reminded of a favourite, even by a poor copy. I think upon this there must have been some very close confidence between these ladies; there certainly was a long interview, with tearfulness.
Are the Waddies of New York sufficiently introduced?[117] We certainly know them better historically than Major Granby could, when, presented by Ambient, he had passed his first afternoon in their society. Not so well personally; one look of a practised eye discovers more than all description or all history can reveal.
Granby was a wide-worldling of the best type, and the ladies and Mr. Waddie found him charming. Sir Com Ambient, that pleasant pinkling of hesitant utterance78, was also a favourite; indeed, Diana had quite petted him on the voyage, for she liked travellers, even verdant79 ones. Freshmen80, when they are honest and ardent, are pleasant to meet. So she had petted him—poor Sir Com! He was not at all blasé, a fresh and susceptible81 youth; and of course he lost his heart utterly82.
Granby spoke5 of his friend Ira. Mr. Ambassador Waddie had heard of this gentleman; in fact, who had not?
“We suppose Mr. Ira Waddy to belong to a younger branch of our somewhat ancient family,” he explained. “Indeed, I have already written him to inquire our relationship. We shall be happy to meet him as a kinsman83 and as a friend of Major Granby.”
The young ladies were interested in the major’s account of his friend. He was not, Granby said, a misogynist84, though he always avoided women if he could. He was a cynic of the kindest heart. Utterly[118] careless of money, but possessed85 of a Pactolian genius for making it, he dashed at a speculation86 as a desperate man rides through a front of opposing battle. It seemed that he valued success so little that the Fates were willing to give it him.
“Perhaps,” said Diana, “the Fates took an antecedent revenge. Perhaps they are lavishly87 compensating88 him with what he does not value for the fatal loss of what he did.”
Granby looked hard at her, studying the hieroglyphs89 of her expressive90 face. What experience had this young person had, enabling her to divine such secrets of his own life and what he had divined in his friend’s history? A sham91 Champollion would have given his interpretation92 that she was generalising from some disappointment of the wrong man and not the right one having offered her a bouquet93. Granby, looking deeper, perceived that to this maiden94, whom the gods loved, they had given some early sorrow, which she was endeavouring to explain to herself.
Granby went on with the character of Mr. Waddy. He was a man who concerned himself not much with books. Having his own thoughts, he did not hungrily need those of other men. He could exhaust the books by a question or two from those who took the trouble to read them. But if generally not a believer in the works of men or the words of women, he was a child of nature.
[119]“During the long and excursive pilgrimage from India to London,” explained Granby, “which we have made together, there is hardly one oddity, one beauty, one fact or phenomenon in nature, not human, that we have not investigated. We’ve shot and bagged everything; we’ve fished and fished up everything.”
And then, the major, who liked to talk—and who does not?—to beautiful women, told them snake stories and tales of crocodiles, and how, in the primary sense, he and his friend had seen the elephant and fought the tiger. Then he passed to the Crimean campaign, where Mr. Waddy had joined him and gone about recklessly to see the fun of fighting and relieve its after agony. On the side of fun, there was a story how Mr. Waddy and Chin Chin had surrounded a picket-guard of a Russian officer and four men and brought them in prisoners at the point of their own bayonets—a pardonable violation95 of the neutrality laws. On the other side, was the account of Major Granby’s own rescue by his friend. Granby told this last with an enthusiasm that showed the earnestness of his friendship.
The two girls, who would have given up life or a lover, one for the other, felt a romantic interest in the alliance of these men, both apparently96 isolated97, and erratic98 for some good cause from tranquil99 happiness. Diana’s interest was that of a comrade in these adventures; Clara’s was an almost timorous[120] sympathy. Ambient listened and blushed pinker with excitement. He was a little cut out by a man who had done what he only hoped to do; but Sir Com was a good fellow, and while the first fiddle100 played, he put up his pipe of tender wild oat in its verdant case and applauded the solo heartily101.
By Mr. Waddie’s invitation, Granby and Ambient joined his party at the Tremont House. The ladies also suggested Newport, whither they were all going. Granby mentioned his half-engagement with Mr. Waddy to drop in at that watering-place on their tour, and said that the pleasure of their society, etc., etc. In short, if he could persuade his friend, they would drop in, and “we’ll give you a plunge102, too, Ambient,” he promised.
This conversation took place at the breakfast table, the morning after they landed. The ladies presently disappeared and, when they reappeared, were resplendent with results of unpacking103. The proud and brilliant Diana was still in half-mourning. I think this Amazon must have beheld104 Clara’s loveliness with almost masculine admiration105 and have expressed it with manly106 compliments, for Clara seemed a little conscious as they stepped into a carriage, not quick enough to avoid the two gentlemen. These knightly107 squires108 were eager for a glimpse at brightened beauty. Granby assumed the privilege of handing them into their go-cart, while the humbler Ambient defended skirt from wheel.
[121]“We are going,” said Diana, “to pass the morning with our friend, Miss Sullivan, in the country.”
“Adieu the eagle and the swan!” cried Granby, as they drove off. “By Imperial Jove! Ambient, she is worthy110 to be the consort111 of a god. If I was ambitious, as you are, I should aspire112 as you do and as much in vain. I suppose this is your first love, eh? You’re luckier than most men. A man’s first is generally either a grandmotherly old flirt113 become dévote, or some bread-and-butter, sweet simplicity,—oh, bah!”
“Lucky!” echoed Ambient. “I’m confoundedly unlucky and unhappy. She’ll never have anything to say to me—except in that infernal condescending114 de haut en bas style, as if I was a boy. I’d like to pwove it on somebody that I’m not!” and Sir Com looked around with a quite fierce expression upon his pleasant countenance115.
“Well, I’m not at all sorry for you,” said Granby cheerfully. “It never does anyone any harm to be desperately117 in love with a woman who is worthy. You may be sure that Diana will never flirt with you.”
“She fluriot!—she would never care enough for anyone’s admiration to twy to gain it. I only wish she would fluriot with me; then I could be angwy—now I’m only wetched.”
“It will not help you to know that everybody must go through it,” said Granby, his face grave again—even[122] a little bitter. “I have, my dear fellow—and worse. For my part, I admire the goddess immensely; but I think I could love her friend more—that heavenly mildness gently soothes118 my soul. The nose,” continued the major, waxing eloquent119, “is man’s most available feature—it may be tweaked. The mouth in woman is delicately expressive and available when we are allowed to”—and he raised his fingers with courteous120 reverence121 to his lips. “But the mouth is external merely. Who wishes to look down it, even though heart may be in throat and panting at the parted lips? It is the eyes—eyes like Clara’s, where there is soul beneath the surface and down in the deep profound of those wells of lightsome lustre122 is truth—these we may dreamily gaze in for life-long peacefulness.”
Ambient stared at this rhapsody, not quite certain whether his companion was in earnest. But before he could decide, a carriage drove up, and Granby gave a distant view-halloo as Mr. Waddy stepped out.
“Punctual to a tick,” said Ira, holding up his watch and producing the rhinoceros-horn match-box and his case of cheroots.
Granby took one, presented Sir Com, and they entered the hotel together.
Horace Belden was out that morning exercising his race-horse Knockknees. As he descended123 the[123] same slope where he had fouled124 with Tootler’s buggy, he saw approaching a carriage with two ladies. He recognised them instantly, with a leap of the heart. He drew up by their side with polite commonplaces of welcome, dashed with more meaning when he addressed Diana. They told him whence and whither—to-day to Miss Sullivan, to-morrow to Newport.
“How can you like that man?” asked Clara, as they drove on. “He seems to me a Sansfoy.”
“I do not like or trust him,” replied Diana. “I tolerate him because he rides well and is agreeable, and because he reminds me of an old friend.”
She stooped to pick up a broken-winged butterfly that had fluttered feebly into the carriage. Stooping sent the blood into her face. While they cherished the poor insect, she grew of a sudden deadly pale, and putting her hand to her side, shuddered125 slightly. Clara did not observe the motion, which was not repeated.
There is no need to describe the meeting between pupils and preceptress; but in the late twilight126 Clara returned without Diana, who had consented to stay a day or two with Miss Sullivan. She wished to keep both the friends, but Mrs. Waddie would need her daughter in arranging their house.
Mr. Ira Waddy lionised Boston with Granby and Ambient. They looked in for a moment on Mr. Tootler. He was composing an air to a Frémont[124] song which he had just written, and which Mrs. Tootler would revise—and perhaps infuse with even sharper ginger127. He played it for them on the flute128. Sir Com listened with astonishment129. Mr. Tootler figures in the chapter entitled, “An Hour with a Musical Wool-Merchant,” in that young gentleman’s book, “Pork and Beans; or, Tracks in the Trail of the Bear and the Buffalo130.”
In the evening, Waddy and Waddie became acquainted. The ambassador accepted the relationship, which was now fully116 established by relics and traditions. The Great Tradition, however, of the Mayflower, the caboose, Miles Standish, the pepper-pot—this he laughed at as legendary131. Ira clung to it vigorously; he liked to have come in with the Pilgrims, even at the expense of humble109 ancestry132 and an inherited curse.
The serene Waddie, whose life was happy gentleness, whose toil3 had been done for him by fortune and by feminine energy, had no occasion to look to the past for causes of present exasperating133 characteristics. He had inherited the family mildness, and though he decorated his social station, he was not one to have assumed it. He acknowledged his obligations to his wife. He had thus ignorantly fulfilled the destiny of his race.
Clara gave the legend her full adhesion; but nothing was said in this conclave134 of the Tory sutler, or the Revolutionary sergeant135.
[125]Diana was missed, but the name of her hostess was not mentioned. There was no reason why Miss Sullivan should be talked of among strangers; no one knew of that incident of Mr. Waddy’s Return where she had appeared and played so important a part, nor that he would be pleased to see and thank his preserver.
In the morning, the whole party went to Newport. Thither136 all the actors of our drama are centering. It is strange by what delicate links of influence life is bound to life—what chances of seemingly casual meetings and partings determine history!
Pallid137 went with his master; also a fast pair that Tootler had purchased for Mr. Waddy, who meant to be both charioteer and cavalier.
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