A stylish1 vehicle, high enough for a fire-escape, its green wheels picked out with gleaming red; was dashing up the streets of Prior’s Ash. A lady was seated in it, driving its pair of blood-horses, whose restive2 mettle3 appeared more fitted for a man’s guidance than a woman’s. You need not be told that it was Charlotte Pain; no one else of her sex in Prior’s Ash would have driven such a turn-out. Prior’s Ash, rather at a loss what name to give it, for the like of it had never been seen in that sober place, christened it “Mrs. Pain’s turn-out:” so, if you grumble4 at the appellation5, you must grumble at them, not at me.
Past the Bank it flew; when, as if a sudden thought appeared to take the driver, it suddenly whirled round, to the imminent6 danger of the street in general, retraced7 its steps past the Bank, dashed round the corner of Crosse Street, and drew up at the entrance to Mr. George Godolphin’s. The servant sprang from the seat behind.
“Inquire if Mrs. George Godolphin is within.”
Mrs. George Godolphin was within, and Charlotte entered. Across the hall, up the handsome staircase lined with paintings, to the still more handsome drawing-room, swept she, conducted by a servant. Margery looked out at an opposite door, as Charlotte entered that of[186] the drawing-room, her curious eyes taking in at a glance Charlotte’s attire8. Charlotte wore a handsome mauve brocaded skirt, trailing the ground at the very least half a yard behind her, and a close habit of mauve velvet9. A black hat with a turned-up brim, and a profusion10 of mauve feathers, adorned11 her head, and a little bit of gauze, mauve-coloured also, came half-way down her face, fitting tightly round the nose and cheeks. At that period, this style of dress was very uncommon12.
Margery retired13 with a sniff14. Had it been any one she approved, any especial friend of her mistress, she would have invited her into her mistress’s presence, to the little boudoir, where Maria was seated. A pretty boudoir, tastefully furnished. The bedroom, dressing-room, and this boudoir communicated with each other. Being who it was, Margery allowed the drawing-room the honour of receiving the visitor.
Maria sat at a table, her drawing materials before her. Miss Meta, perched in a high chair, was accommodated with a pencil and paper opposite. “It’s Mrs. Pain in a mask,” was Margery’s salutation.
Maria laid down her pencil. “Mrs. Pain in a mask!” she echoed.
“It looks like nothing else, ma’am,” responded Margery. “I never saw Christian15 folks make themselves into such spectacles before. It’s to be hoped she won’t go in that guise16 to call at Ashlydyat: Miss Janet would be sending for the mad doctor.”
Maria smiled. “You never admire Mrs. Pain’s style of dress, Margery.”
“It’s not taking,” rejoined Margery. “Honest faces would as soon see themselves standing17 out from a brass18 pan, as with one of them brazen19 hats stuck upon them.”
Apart from her prejudices against Mrs. Pain—whatever those prejudices might be—it was evident that Margery did not admire the fashionable head-gear. Maria moved to the door, and Miss Meta scrambled20 off her chair to follow her. “Meta go too, mamma.”
Margery caught the child up as if she were snatching her from a fiery21 furnace, smothered22 her in her arms, and whispered unheard-of visions of immediate23 cakes and sweetmeats, that were to be had by ascending24 to the nursery, and bore her away in triumph. Did she fear there was contamination for the child in Mrs. Pain’s hat?
Maria, not having observed the bit of by-play, proceeded to the presence of Charlotte. Not a greater contrast had there been between them in those old days at Broomhead, than there was now. Maria was the same quiet, essentially25 lady-like girl as of yore: she looked but a girl still, in her pretty muslin dress. Charlotte was standing at the window, watching her restless horses, which the servant was driving about in the front street, but could scarcely manage. She put back her hand to Maria.
“How are you to-day; Mrs. George Godolphin? Excuse my apparent rudeness: I am looking at my horses. If the man cannot keep them within bounds, I must go down myself.”
Maria took her place by the side of Charlotte. The horses looked terrific animals in her eyes, very much inclined to kick the carriage to pieces and to bolt into the Bank afterwards. “Did you drive them here?”
[187]“Nobody else can drive them,” replied Charlotte with a laugh. “I should like to seduce26 Kate behind them some day when she is at Prior’s Ash: she would be in a fit with fright before we were home again.”
“How can you risk your own life, Mrs. Pain?”
“My life! that is a good joke,” said Charlotte. “If I could not manage the horses, I should not drive them. Did you notice the one I was riding yesterday, when you met me with your husband—a party of us together?”
“Not particularly,” replied Maria. “It was just at the turn of the road, you know. I think I looked chiefly at George.”
“You ought to have noticed my horse. You must see him another time. He is the most splendid animal; down from London only the previous day. I rode him yesterday for the first time.”
“I should not detect any of his beauties; I scarcely know one horse from another,” acknowledged Maria.
“Ah! You are not particularly observant,” returned Charlotte in good-humoured sarcasm27. “The horse was a present to me. He cost a hundred and thirty guineas. Those animals below are getting quieter now.”
She withdrew from the window, sitting down on a sofa. Maria took a seat near her. “We had been to see Mrs. Averil yesterday when we met you,” observed Maria. “She is still a great sufferer.”
“Did he? George did not mention that Lord Averil was of the party. Did you dine with them?”
“Not I,” answered Charlotte. “It was bore enough to have them in the drawing-room afterwards. Only a few of them came in. As to your husband, I never set eyes upon him at all.”
“He came home early. I think his head ached. He——”
“Oh, he did come home, then!” interrupted Charlotte.
Maria looked surprised. “Of course he came home. Why should he not?”
“How should I know why?” was Charlotte’s answer. “This house has the bother of it to-night, I hear. It is nothing but a bother, a gentleman’s dinner-party!”
“It is a sort of business party to-night, I believe,” observed Maria.
“Verrall is coming. He told me so. Do you know how Mr. Godolphin is?”
“He seems as well as usual. He has come to-day, and I saw him for a minute. George told me that he did not appear at dinner yesterday. Margery——”
A commotion29 in the street. Charlotte flew to one of the windows, opened it, and stretched herself out. But she could not see the carriage, which was then in Crosse Street. A mob was collecting and shouting.
“I suppose I had better go. That stupid man never can keep horses in good humour, if they have any spirit. Good-bye, Mrs. George Godolphin.”
She ran down to the hall door, giving no time for a servant to show[188] her out. Maria proceeded to her boudoir, which looked into Crosse Street, to see whether anything was the matter.
Something might have been, but that George Godolphin, hearing the outcry, had flown out to the aid of the servant. The man, in his fear—he was a timid man with horses, and it was a wonder Charlotte kept him—had got out of the carriage. George leaped into it, took the reins30 and the whip, and succeeded in restoring the horses to what Charlotte called good humour. Maria’s heart beat when she saw her husband there: she, like the man, was timid. George, however, alighted unharmed, and stood talking with Charlotte. He was without his hat. Then he handed Charlotte in, and stood looking up and talking to her again, the seat being about a mile above his head. Charlotte, at any rate, had no fear; she nodded a final adieu to George, and drove away at a fast pace, George gazing after her.
Intimate as George Godolphin was with Charlotte Pain, no such thought as that of attributing it to a wrong motive31 ever occurred to Maria. She had been jealous of Charlotte Pain in the old days, when she was Maria Hastings, dreading32 that George might choose her for his wife: but with their marriage all such feeling ceased. Maria was an English gentlewoman in the best sense of the term; of a refined, retiring nature, simple and modest of speech, innocent of heart: to associate harm now with her husband and Charlotte, was a thing next to impossible for her to glance at. Unbiased by others, she would never be likely to glance at it. She did not like Charlotte: where tastes and qualities are as opposed as they were in her and Charlotte Pain, mutual33 preference is not easy; but, to suspect any greater cause for dislike, was foreign to Maria’s nature. Had Maria even received a hint that the fine saddle-horse, boasted of by Charlotte as worthy34 of Maria’s especial observation, and costing a hundred and thirty guineas, was a present from her husband, she would have attached no motive to the gift, but that of kindness; given him no worse word than a hint at extravagance. Maria could almost as soon have disbelieved in herself, as have disbelieved in the cardinal35 virtues36 of George Godolphin.
It was the day of one of George’s dinner-parties: as Charlotte has announced for our information. Fourteen were expected to sit down, inclusive of himself and his brother. Most of them county men; men who did business with the Bank; Mr. Verrall and Lord Averil being two of them: but Mr. Verrall did not do business with the Bank, and was not looked upon as a county man. It was not Maria’s custom to appear at all at these parties; she did not imitate Charlotte Pain in playing the hostess afterwards in the drawing-room. Sometimes Maria would spend these evenings out: at Ashlydyat, or at the Rectory: sometimes, as was her intention on this evening, she would remain in her pretty boudoir, leaving the house at liberty. She had been busy at her drawing all day, and had not quitted it to stir abroad.
Mr. George had stirred abroad. Mr. George had taken a late afternoon ride with Charlotte Pain. He came home barely in time to dress. The Bank was closed for the day: the clerks had all gone, except one, the old cashier, Mr. Hurde. He sometimes stayed later than the rest.
“Any private letters for me?” inquired George, hastening into the[189] office, whip in hand, and devouring37 the letter-rack with eager eyes, where the unopened letters were usually placed.
The cashier, a tall man once, but stooping now, with silver spectacles and white whiskers, stretched up his head to look also. “There’s one, sir,” he cried, before George had quite crossed the office.
George made a grab at the letter. It stuck in the rack, and he gave forth38 an impatient word. A blank look of disappointment came over his face, when he saw the direction.
“This is not for me. This is for Mr. Hastings. Who sorted the letters?”
“Mr. Hastings, I believe, sir, as usual.”
“What made him put his own letter into the rack?” muttered George to himself. He went about the office; went into the private room and searched his own table. No, there was no letter for him. Mr. Hurde remembered that Mr. George Godolphin had been put out in the morning by not receiving an expected letter.
George looked at his watch. “There’s no time to go to Verrall’s,” he thought. “And he would be starting to come here by the time I reached the Folly.”
Up to his own room to dress, which was not a long process. He then entered his wife’s boudoir.
“Drawing still, Maria?”
She looked up with a bright glance. “I have been so industrious39! I have been drawing nearly all day. See! I have nearly finished this.”
George stood by the table listlessly, his thoughts preoccupied40: not pleasantly preoccupied, either. Presently he began turning over the old sketches42 in Maria’s portfolio43. Maria left her seat, and stood by her husband, her arm round his neck. He was now sitting sideways on a chair.
“I put some of these drawings into the portfolio this morning,” she observed. “I found them in a box in the lumber-room. They had not been disinterred, I do believe, since they came here from the Rectory. Do you remember that one, George?”
He took up the sketch41 she pointed44 to. A few moments, and then recollection flashed over him. “It is a scene near Broomhead. That is Bray45’s cottage.”
“How glad I am that you recognise it!” she cried gleefully. “It proves that I sketched46 it faithfully. Do you remember the day I did it, George?”
George could not remember that. “Not particularly,” he answered.
“Oh, George! It was the day when I was frightened by that snake—or whatever it was. You and I and Charlotte Pain were there. We took refuge in Bray’s house.”
“Refuge from the snake?” asked George.
Maria laughed. “Lady Godolphin came up, and said I ought to go there and rest, and take some water. How terribly frightened I was! I can recall it still. Bray wanted to marry us afterwards,” she continued, laughing more heartily47.
“Bray would have married me to both you and Charlotte for a crown a-piece,” said George.
“Were you in earnest when you asked me to let him do it?”[190] she dreamily inquired, after a pause, her thoughts cast back to the past.
“I dare say I was, Maria. We do foolish things sometimes. Had you said yes, I should have thought you a silly girl afterwards for your pains.”
“Of course you would. Do you see that old Welshwoman in the doorway48?” resumed Maria, pointing to the drawing. “She was a nice old body, in spite of her pipe. I wonder whether she is still alive? Perhaps Margery knows. Margery had a letter from her sister this morning.”
“Had she?” carelessly returned George. “I saw there was a letter for her with the Scotch49 postmark. Has Bray come to grief yet?”
“I fancy they are always in grief, by the frequent appeals to Margery. Lady Godolphin is kind to the wife. She tells Margery if it were not for my lady, she should starve.”
An arrival was heard as Maria spoke50, and George rang the bell. It was answered by Maria’s maid, but George said he wanted the butler. The man appeared.
“Has Mr. Verrall come?”
“No, sir. It is Mr. Godolphin.”
“When Mr. Verrall comes, show him into the Bank parlour, and call me. I wish to see him before he goes into the drawing-room.”
The man departed with his order. George went into the adjoining bedroom. A few minutes, and some one else was heard to come in, and run up the stairs with eager steps. It was followed by an impatient knock at Maria’s door.
It proved to be Isaac Hastings. A fine-looking young man, with a sensible countenance51. “Have they gone in to dinner yet, Maria?” he hastily cried.
“No. It is not time. No one has come but Mr. Godolphin.”
“I did such a stupid trick! I——”
“Is it you, Isaac?” interrupted George, returning to the room. “I could not think who it was, rushing up.”
“I wanted to catch you, sir, before you went in to dinner,” replied Isaac, holding out a letter to George. “It came for you this afternoon,” he continued, “and I put it, as I thought, into the rack; and one for myself, which also came, I put into my pocket. Just now I found I had brought yours away, and left mine.”
“Yours is in the rack now,” said George. “I wondered what brought it there.”
He took the letter, glanced at its superscription, and retired to the window to read it. There appeared to be but a very few lines. George read it twice over, and then lifted his flushed face: flushed, as it seemed, with pain—with a perplexed52, hopeless sort of expression. Maria could see his face reflected in the glass. She turned to him:
“George, what is it? You have had bad news!”
He crushed the letter in his hand. “Bad news! Nothing of the sort. Why should you think that? It is a business letter that I ought to have had yesterday, though, and I am vexed53 at the delay.”
He left the room again. Isaac prepared to depart.
[191]“Will you stay and take tea with me, Isaac?” asked Maria. “I have dined. I am expecting Rose.”
“I am taking tea already,” answered Isaac, with a laugh. “I was at Grace’s. We were beginning tea, when I put my hand into my pocket to take out my letter, and found it was George Godolphin’s.”
“You were not in haste to read your own letter,” returned Maria.
“No. I knew who it was from. There was no hurry. I ran; all the way from Grace’s here, and now I must run back again. Good-bye, Maria.”
Isaac went away. George was in and out of the room, walking about in a restless manner. Several arrivals had been heard, and Maria felt sure that all the guests, or nearly all, must have arrived. “Why don’t you go to them, George?” she asked.
The hour for dinner struck as she spoke, and George left the room. He did not enter the drawing-room, but went down and spoke to the butler.
“Has Mr. Verrall not come yet?”
“No, sir. Every one else is here.”
George retraced his steps and entered the drawing-room. He was gay George again: handsome George; not a line of perplexity could be traced on his open brow, not a shade of care in his bright blue eye. He shook hands with his guests, offering only a half apology, for his tardiness54, and saying that he knew his brother was there to replace him.
Some minutes of busy conversation, and then it flagged: another few minutes of it, and a second flag. Thomas Godolphin whispered to his brother. “George, I should not wait. Mr. Verrall cannot be coming.”
George went quite red with anger, or some other feeling. “Not be coming? Of course he is coming? Nothing is likely to detain him.”
Thomas said no more. But the waiting—— Well, you all know what it is, this awkward waiting for dinner. By-and-by the butler looked into the room. George thought it might be a hint that dinner was spoiling, and he reluctantly gave orders that it should be served.
A knock at the door—a loud knock—resounding through the house. George Godolphin’s face lighted up. “There he is!” he exclaimed. “But it is too bad of him to keep us waiting.”
There he is not, George might have said, could he have seen through the closed door the applicant55 standing there. It was only Maria’s evening visitor, pretty Rose Hastings.
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