THAT night was the night of Devonshire’s great ball and all Newmarket was agog1, streets were blocked with fours and sixes—the great coaches jammed in rows, with fighting, swearing coachmen and postilions. As for the chairs, they were blocked in so closely that half the chairmen had black eyes or bloody2 noses in the morning; and the link-boys, let loose in this carnival3, ran hither and yon, with their lanthorns flaring4 in the wind like ministering imps6 in an inferno7, while the country people and the tavern8 tipsters and the market women filled up the last crevices9, to see beauty and fashion pass in and out the flaring doorway10, whence came strains of music and the sounds of laughter. The king, it was true, would not be there; his cough—or despatches from France, it was whispered—would keep him in bed that festive11 night, but Lady Marlborough was there and in her train the[Pg 82] Princess Anne. People had begun already to put the pair in this sequence, and laughed, in their sleeves, at it and at William’s tolerance12, for no one despised my Lord Marlborough more than that astute13, cool-headed monarch14, who knew him to be as false as he was brilliant.
Excepting only the king himself, the whole world of fashion was at the ball, and the house was dressed with green boughs15 and flowers, rushes and sweet seg, and a wassail bowl stood in the hall wreathed with blossoms. The band was stationed on the staircase landing, the musicians clad for the occasion in scarlet16 waistcoats and shorts, deep clocked scarlet stockings, and coats of yellow velvet17 stamped on the back with red roses and on the left breast with the Devonshire arms. There were female attendants, too, attired18 quaintly19 in gay flowered silks and wearing vizards, who served the fyne of pocras, sobyll bere and mum below stairs, while above the rooms were lighted by flambeaux and the floors polished like mirrors for the dancers. There were to be dances of every sort, from the country romp20, “cuckolds all awry,” with “hoite come toite,” and the more stately galliard, to “Trenchemore” and the cushion dance and “tolly polly.”
[Pg 83]Her Grace of Marlborough, in towering headdress and a gown of red velvet over a petticoat of cloth of gold, led the first dance with his Grace of Devonshire, the Princess Anne and the duke being vis-à-vis, but only a poor spectacle by comparison.
The whole house overflowed21 with the throng22. The greatest of the court were there, Bedford and Ormond and Hartington,—and there, too, were Godolphin and Somers and a bevy23 of beauty; ruffles24 of lace and gleams of jewels, and here and there the rosy25 cheeks of the daughters of the country squires26. Old dames28 looked on from the wall, smiling and delighted when a daughter danced and frowning at a more favored neighbor, and the young beaux had no rest, but danced in their tight French shoes and bowed until their backs were doubled.
But the greatest stir was when Lady Clancarty led the galliard with her noble host, my lady all in white and gold, with one pink rose in her hair, her eyes shining, and her cheeks fresher than the rose. Down the long room they came and her feet scarcely seemed to touch the floor, and she held her head so high that it almost overlooked his grace, who bowed smilingly toward her, a stately figure himself[Pg 84] as he moved in his splendid dress down the space left by the dancers, the music scarcely drowning the murmur29 of applause. Her Grace of Marlborough was outshone and she bit her lip and tossed her head.
It was after this, when my Lady Clancarty, flushed and lovely, stood surrounded by a throng that the Irishman, Mr. Trevor, pushed through them all to her side. A handsome figure, too, and one which had won more than one admiring glance that night; a graceful30 figure clad in white satin, self-possessed, accomplished31. French in manner; he had caught the trick at Versailles, and his gray eyes looked straight into hers. The strains of the dance floated up the stairs; my Lord Savile pressed forward.
“Our dance, my lady,” he said, almost imperatively32 thrusting between.
For an instant she hesitated and then she smiled and laid her hand in Mr. Trevor’s, so near that it brushed Savile’s sleeve.
“This dance is promised, my lord,” she said sweetly, and passed out on the floor with her partner.
The young lord swore in a subdued33 voice, happily unheard by any one. All eyes were on my lady and her partner.
[Pg 85]“What a pair!” they murmured.
“Mars and Venus!” cried a courtier.
“Venus and Apollo!” said another, and every eye was on them.
Yet the two thought not of it, they danced superbly, it is true, and with a joy in it, being adepts34 in the art, but Betty could think of no one but the man who held her hand, whose eyes held hers, too, by a spell. Perhaps, she feared a little the mastery of his ways, yet she had never danced before with such a partner.
“You have learned to dance in France, sir, I think,” she said lightly, laughing a little.
“Perhaps,” he replied, smiling too, “but I think I learned on the mossy fields of old Ireland, that I was born a dancer.”
Afterwards they went out on the balcony together, the night air cooling their faces. Below was the garden, for this was the rear of the house. It was dark and silent without, but the strains of music floated through the open windows and the light from within fell on her.
He took something from his breast and pressing it to his lips, held it out to her.
“Will you wear it, my lady,” he said softly, “the symbol of an unfortunate country and—of a loyal heart?”
[Pg 86]She looked at it strangely, it was a piece of shamrock. Perhaps she meant to refuse it, but she saw Savile coming and a malicious35 imp5 leaped into her eyes. She took it and tried to fasten it in her hair but her fingers faltered36, and Savile drew nearer; the music, too, heralded37 another dance.
“Permit me,” said Richard Trevor, and deftly38 fastened the shamrock where the rose had been, that slipped and fell between them on the floor.
“A fair exchange,” he said.
She bit her lip and stretched out her hand to snatch the flower.
“You will dance with me now, my lady?” said Lord Savile.
“You were long in coming,” replied her ladyship wickedly, with mock eagerness, but not without a backward glance to see the effect of it; but the coquette was disappointed.
At her words, the Irishman let her flower lie where it had fallen, and in a few minutes she saw him dancing with the pretty daughter of a country squire27. Lady Clancarty liked it so little that she set her teeth on her lip and[Pg 87] gave my Lord Savile a bit of her temper. Yet she wore the shamrock, though half the room began to comment upon it.
It was morning when the great rout40 broke up and the stream of coaches began to move again. The crowd had stayed; they knew my lord duke’s generosity41 and that the broken meats from that fête would keep them for a sevennight, and they waited to pour at last into the kitchenway and come out heavy-laden; they were there when the great people went away in their coaches and chairs.
Lady Sunderland was already in her chair and her daughter was coming down the stair with a throng of followers42, but it was Richard Trevor who walked beside her.
“The rose I would not take from the ground,” he whispered, “I am no beggar of crumbs—but the shamrock—”
She smiled and her bright eyes looked beyond him at the throng below.
“The shamrock!” he murmured.
It was not in her hair; had she thrown it away? A step lower down and she held out her hand and dropped the sprig into his.
“A poor thing, sir, but ’tis yours,” she said, “and you were long in claiming it,” she added, laughing softly.
[Pg 88]At the moment a wreath of flowers, cast from the balcony above, fell lightly on her shoulders, and she stood laughing, the petals43 showering her and falling all about her feet.
“The Queen of the Rout is crowned!” he said.
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