Great was the consternation1 at Woodbrook when John Riley announced his intention of leaving Ireland; greater, if possible, the lamentations which ensued when he informed his relations that Grace had refused him.
Had it been possible to conceal4 the fact of his rejection5, he would have done so, but he knew this was impossible, and knowing, made a virtue6 of necessity.
The family heart had been so long set upon the match, Grace’s fortune seemed the solution of so many financial enigmas—the end of such wearing anxiety—that the news fell upon 181father and mother and sisters like the tidings of a bank failure, or the hearing of a will read, from which their names had been cruelly omitted.
For years the matter had been considered settled. Mr. Moffat had never troubled himself about his daughter’s future. He considered her as good as married. Mrs. Riley had treated Grace just as though she were a child of her own. She was free of the house, came and went without invitation, or thought of one, as if it belonged to her own father. She and the Misses Riley lent each other bead7 and other patterns, made paper mats of the same design, sang the same songs, exchanged books, played duets together, and walked about hand linked in hand, or arm twined round waist. They went to the same little parties, they rode together, they boated together, they had all been close companions, they had been like sisters until about a year previously8, when Grace took it into her head to conceive a violent affection for Nettie O’Hara, towards whom she had never hitherto evinced any 182extraordinary amount of attachment9. Whenever Nettie had an hour to spare it was spent at Bayview. She could not, it is true, go out to parties, and ride and drive and boat, and otherwise comport10 herself like the Misses Riley, but she could and did occupy a great deal more of Miss Moffat’s time and attention than those young ladies approved. And yet what could they say? how was it possible for them to express their annoyance11?
Nettie was their relative—her life not a cheerful one—her future presented nothing which could tend to make the future brighter. She had few friends, and those who stood in that position were most of them a few generations older than herself. Grace was very good to Nettie, gave her presents, and kind words, and kisses, which were exchanged as freely and effusively12 amongst school-girls at that period of the world’s history as they are now. Every person said how kind it was of the heiress to take so much notice of a portionless orphan13. Some people hoped it would not make Miss O’Hara discontented with her lot in life, 183others doubted whether Miss Moffat was prudent14 in giving Mr. Riley so many opportunities of meeting such an extremely pretty girl—Miss Moffat, as has been stated, not ranking as a beauty amongst the Kingslough authorities—whilst a very small minority, who had sense enough to keep their opinions to themselves, adopted the theory that Grace was beginning to weary of the Rileys, that she was getting old enough to realize what such extraordinarily15 close intimacy16 meant, and what it must end in some day; that she had taken Nettie into favour as a sort of counteracting17 influence, and that if Mr. John Riley, without an available shilling, should choose to fall in love with Miss Nettie O’Hara, who had not a penny available or otherwise, Grace Moffat would not prove inconsolable.
In all of which ideas the majority was partly right and partly wrong. Grace had no definite scheme of transferring Nettie to Mr. Riley, but she found her presence at Bayview an intense relief. She liked John Riley, but she did not 184want to marry him; she was tired of every one taking for granted that she would eventually marry him; it was a pleasure to have a willing listener like Nettie, who believed, or who, at all events, seemed to believe her, when she said she would never marry anybody,—never. It was perhaps a still greater pleasure to find that Nettie’s beau ideal of a hero and hers were identical, so far as words could make them so.
Till the locket and the ring discoveries excited Grace’s suspicions, she had not the remotest notion that Nettie owned a lover; but Nettie knew perfectly18 well that her friend was in love in a simple, innocent, romantic, foolish, inconsequent manner with Mr. Robert Somerford; knew when and where, and how Grace had first seen him, and was intimately acquainted with the dress Miss Moffat happened to be wearing on that eventful day.
Miss Moffat had never communicated those particulars in any intelligible19 and consecutive20 manner, but Nettie spelt and put together one thing and another till she was mistress of the 185position, then she surreptitiously conveyed to Bayview an album, some fifty years old or thereabouts, which contained a vile21 watercolour daub of a simpering and sentimental-looking young man, which nevertheless bore an absurd likeness22 to Mr. Somerford.
It was a picture of nobody in particular, but the eyes were dark and dreamy, and the hair soft and waving, and the nose well formed, and the mouth full and undetermined—altogether, a face likely to please girlish fancies in an age when ladies were always represented with button-hole mouths, opened just sufficiently24 to display two pearly teeth and a morsel25 of tongue.
Grace asked Nettie if she might copy this work of art, to which Nettie, who considered nobody would ever be the wiser, replied by cutting out the page and presenting it to her friend.
Some days later, after they had refreshed their memories with another look at the inane26 handsome face, Nettie asked Grace if she did not think it bore a slight resemblance to “that nephew of Lord Glendare?”
186“Now you mention it, I think it does, dear,” Grace answered hypocritically.
“I fancy so,” Nettie proceeded, “though I never saw him close but once, and that was the day of Miss Agnew’s wedding; but it is not nearly as handsome as he.”
“I thought it was,” Grace faintly objected.
“Oh, no—not nearly! Why, Gracie, where can your eyes be?” persisted Miss O’Hara; and Miss Moffat was brought, by slow degrees, to see how infinitely27 better looking her living hero was to this portrait of one dead and gone years and years before; and thus Nettie fooled the girl to the top of her bent28; and thus, surely and certainly, the thought of John grew distasteful to the heiress, and unconsciously, almost, a fancy for Robert Somerford took possession of her.
But she never thought of marrying him. No; sometime, perhaps, she might die—of consumption she hoped, and he would hear of it, and be sorry when he remembered the girl whose singing had, he said, almost made him weep. He would marry some great and titled 187lady, whose loveliness would be wonderful, as that of the beauties depicted29 in Heath’s ‘Book of Beauty,’ or in the engravings that adorned30 ‘La Belle31 Assemblée.’
At that period of her life Grace read poetry largely. The number of “Farewells” she copied into a certain manuscript book, knowledge of the existence of which was kept secret even from Nettie O’Hara, might have astonished even a modern editor. The sadder and the more hopeless the tone, the better the verses pleased Miss Moffat.
She did not often see Mr. Somerford, but what then? The pleasure was all the greater when she did see him; and ill-natured people would have added, she had the less opportunity of finding out that her idol32 had feet of clay.
There is a time of life when it is a positive luxury to be unhappy. Grace was unhappy, and rejoiced in her sufferings. It seemed to her that she was experiencing the common doom33, that she was in her own person enacting34 a scene out of a life tragedy.
188No; she would never marry any one; she could not marry John Riley, “dear John, so good and kind—and ugly!” she always mentally added.
“A bad, ungrateful girl,” said poor Mrs. Riley, whose heart had often been kept from utter despair by the bare thought of Grace’s thousands, and who might naturally be forgiven some extravagance of expression under the circumstances.
“Deceitful monkey!” ejaculated Miss Riley.
“I did not think she would have served us so, I must say,” remarked the general.
“I will never speak to her again,” declared the youngest daughter.
“Then you may make up your mind never to speak to me,” exclaimed Mr. John, happy at last to find some one on whom he could pour out the vials of his wrath36, his regrets, his disappointment, and his disgust at the utterly37 prosaic38 view his family took of the affair.
He was most genuinely in love with Grace; 189he had, as he truly said, cared for no one else all his life; and he hated to hear lamentation3 made concerning the loss of her fortune, whilst he had not a thought to spare—love being selfish—save for the loss of her dear self.
“I may as well tell you at once,” he went on, “that the person who says anything against Grace says it against me; that her enemies are mine, that her friends shall be mine;” he made a moment’s pause after this, feeling he had not spoken quite truly in that last clause. “The girl has a right to choose and to reject. If I did not please her, it was my misfortune, not my fault; and as for her fortune, concerning which you all talk as though it were her sole possession worth having, I wish she had not a penny, that I might prove it is for herself alone I love her.”
Then, with a catch in his voice, which sounded suspiciously like a sob41, John Riley ended his sentence, and left the room.
“I will have a talk with her father,” observed the general.
190“I can never forgive her—never,” said Mrs. Riley, solemnly, as though she were uttering an anathema42.
“She will be content, I suppose, when she finds she has driven John out of the country,” added Miss Riley.
“I wonder,” began a young lady who had not hitherto spoken, “whether, after all, there is nothing to be said in Grace’s favour. I wonder if any of us except John really liked her—whether it was not her money we were all so fond of.”
“Lucy, you are wicked to talk on solemn subjects in that sort of manner,” said Mrs. Riley.
“There is something in Lucy’s notion, though,” broke out the general. “This confounded money question seems to shadow every act in one’s life like an upas tree. The girl is free from anxiety now; she would not have been free here.”
“Will she be free if she marries Robert Somerford? tell me that,” interrupted Mrs. Riley, almost tempestuous43 in her vehemence44. 191“And that is the English of all this, if you must take her part against your own children. The arts and devices of some people are almost beyond belief. There is that Lady Glendare driving over almost every day to Bayview—coachman—footman—lady’s-maid—lapdog, and who can say what beside?”
“Carriage and horses most probably,” suggested her husband.
“Don’t be absurd,” retorted the lady. “You know what I mean. She walks with Miss Grace to the Lonely Rock—she bathes; and the facts are reported in Kingslough, as if there were a court newsman retained for the purpose. Mr. Moffat, who scarcely ever asked us to have a glass of wine and a biscuit in his house, entertains her ladyship at luncheon45. Sometimes my lady breakfasts at Bayview! Miss Moffat accompanied her ladyship back to Rosemont on Saturday, and returned to Bayview on Monday! Oh! it makes me ill to think of it, and we cherished that viper46 as if she had been a child of our own.”
192“Grace may be a fool. Very likely she is, but I do not believe her to be a viper,” said Miss Lucy stoutly47. “It is a fortnight since she refused John. He told us so himself, and Lady Glendare could not then even have seen her.”
“But she had seen Mr. Somerford.”
“Well, girls, and which of you but might like to have a chance of setting her cap at an earl’s nephew,” observed the General. “In my opinion the earl is a very unprincipled man, and the nephew but a sorry sort of fellow. Nevertheless, we must not be too hard upon Grace, though I think” (speaking very slowly and distinctly) “she has broken my heart.”
And having so spoken—he, like his son, rose and left the room.
And all this time, though Kingslough was well aware that Miss Moffat had given Mr. John Riley his congé—though Kingslough and Glenwellan and Kilcurragh and many another place in addition were speculating concerning Mr. Somerford’s chances of winning the heiress—concerning Miss Moffat’s chances of wedding 193an extremely good-looking sprig of nobility—all this time, I say, Mr. Moffat remained in ignorance of his daughter’s assertion of independence.
As has before been said, he was not hospitable48. He disliked the customs of a country where every man had the run of his friends’ tables. He did not visit anywhere unless solemnly and ceremoniously invited, and very seldom then, and he wanted no chance guests in a house the domestic routine of which might have been wound up and set going by clockwork.
Nevertheless he had been accustomed to see John Riley about the place—to meet him in the avenue, or on the terrace, or strolling through the grounds with Grace and Nettie, and after a time it occurred to him that, spite of Lady Glendare’s frequent presence, there was something or some one absent who had filled up a gap in his experience.
He thought the matter over with that curious thoroughness which is the attribute of slow and abstracted natures, and then said, “Grace, 194what has become of John? Is he from home? I have not seen him for more than a fortnight past.”
For a moment Grace paused—then she said, very evenly, “I do not think you will see John Riley here again at present. He asked me to marry him, and I refused; that is the reason he has not visited Bayview for a fortnight past.”
“But, my dear Grace—your mother—”
“My dear papa,” interrupted Grace, “I deny the right of any mother, how much more the right of a mother who is dead, and who can know nothing of the feelings of the living, to select a husband for her child. It was all a mistake; and if mamma were alive, she would, I am sure, be the first to acknowledge it to be so.”
“At your age, Grace,” began Mr. Moffat.
“At my age, papa,” once again interrupted Miss Grace, “it is of great importance to know one’s own mind, and I have long known I would never marry John Riley.”
“But remembering for how long a time it has been considered a settled matter that you and 195he were to become man and wife eventually, I think you ought at all events to have consulted me before rejecting him.”
“I had not any time to consult you, papa,” answered Miss Grace demurely50, “it was just ‘Yes’ or ‘No,’ and I said ‘No.’ I never thought you really liked the Rileys,” went on the girl, “and I do not see why I should marry John merely because my grandfather had a friendship for the general. I have always declared I do not intend to leave you or Bayview,” and she rubbed her cheek caressingly52 against his sleeve.
“Ah, Gracie, that is all very well now,” said Mr. Moffat.
“It is very well for ever, papa,” she replied. “How should I learn to care for any other home than this? How should I endure such a life as that the girls lead at Woodbrook. If I am fastidious, papa, remember who has made me so. It is your own fault if I am as people say I am, proud and reserved; I, who have not, to quote some of the plain-spoken Kingslough people, a desirable thing about me except my money.”
196“What does Mrs. Riley say to all this, Grace?” asked Mr. Moffat, totally ignoring his daughter’s last sentence.
“I can only imagine,” the girl replied. “Mrs. Riley and I have not seen each other since; I do not suppose we ever shall see each other again.”
“Do you mean that because you have refused John, all intimacy between the families is to cease?” asked her father somewhat anxiously.
“I mean that as he has not been here for more than a fortnight, nor his sisters, nor his mother, nor his father, it is very likely they all intend to cut me—but I can bear it,” finished Miss Grace with a toss of her pretty head.
“I had regarded this marriage as a settled thing,” said Mr. Moffat thoughtfully.
“So did a great many other people, I believe,” answered his daughter.
“When a girl has a large fortune,” went on Mr. Moffat, “it becomes an anxious question whom she shall marry.”
197“I should have thought that an anxious question whether a girl have a fortune or not,” Grace remarked.
“I am speaking seriously about a serious matter,” replied her father in a tone of rebuke53. “A portionless girl is at all events certain not to fall into the hands of a fortune-hunter. There is nothing I should have such a horror of as seeing a child of mine married to a mere51 adventurer. Till now I have never felt a moment’s uneasiness about your future. The match proposed by your grandfather seemed in every respect suitable, and now, without even mentioning the subject to me, you have unsettled the plans of years. So independent a young lady as you aspire54 to be,” he added bitterly, “will no doubt choose a husband with as much facility as you have discarded a suitor, and some day you will come to me and say, I have accepted Mr. So-and-so, with as much coolness as that with which you now tell me you have rejected John Riley.”
“You are unkind, you are not fair to me,” said Grace, who was by this time in tears. 198“I never thought you much liked the Rileys; you did not ask them to the house.”
“No,” interrupted Mr. Moffat, “I certainly did not encourage promiscuous55 visiting, because I like to feel my house and my time my own, and detest56 the practice of living any where except at home, which prevails so much in this country. I am not a man who delights in general society, and I do not pretend to say the Rileys are congenial to my taste, but—”
“You think they ought to be to mine,” said Grace, laughing even while she cried.
“I think they are a family with whom you might have got on extremely well,” answered Mr. Moffat. “I think John Riley is a young man in whose hands any girl might safely put her happiness. There is no drawback I can see to him except the fact of his father’s property being so heavily encumbered57, and your money would have paid that mortgage off, and the estate might in my opinion then have been doubled in value. I have often thought how it might be managed.”
“So have the Rileys I am quite sure,” added Grace.
199“I believe John’s affection for you to be perfectly disinterested58,” said her father.
“Perhaps it may,” she replied, “but the worst of being an heiress is, one never thinks anybody is disinterested.”
“Do not talk in that manner, my dear, or you will make me wish Mr. Lane had never left you a shilling.”
“I have often wished he had left it to those poor slaves he made it out of,” answered Grace. “Papa, I am sick of money: I should like to feel, if it were only for an hour, that somebody cared for me for myself alone.”
“I think many somebodies care for you alone,” he remarked; “myself, for instance.”
“You—yes of course; but then, you are nobody,” she said, squeezing his hand.
“Thank you, my dear, for that compliment. What say you then to Lady Glendare?”
“I do not know what to say, except that I am afraid I am getting horribly tired of her. I shall be so glad when this detestable election is over and her ladyship’s bathing at an end. How she does hate the very sight of the water!” 200added Grace, laughing at the recollection of Lady Glendare’s terror. “I asked her one day if she did not enjoy it, and she repeated the word ‘Enjoy!’ with a shudder59 more expressive60 than any form of speech could have been.”
“Then you have no ambition to live amongst the nobility?” asked Mr. Moffat.
“No, I should dislike it as much as Lady Glendare does sea-bathing. She cannot feel more out of her element on the Lone40 Rock than I did at Rosemont.”
“I am glad to hear it, Grace,” said her father; “I do not think much good comes out of girls associating with those in a higher rank than themselves.”
Conscious that this remark was capable of a more particular application than the speaker suspected, Grace hung down her head and made no answer. When next she spoke39 it was to say,—
“Papa, you are not angry—not really angry, I mean, because I could not care for John?”
“I am not angry,” he answered, “but I am 201sorry. Any person may want to steal you away now.”
“But if I am not to be stolen?” she asked.
Mr. Moffat smiled gravely and said,—
“Ah! Grace, you do not know much about these matters yet—I wish you could have liked John. But there,” he added speaking more cheerfully, “perhaps you may change your mind, and marry him in spite of all this.”
“No,” she answered. “And if I wanted to marry him ever so much he would never ask me again—never.”
“You think that, Grace?”
“I am certain of it—certain—positive. I did not refuse him nicely, papa, not at all as young ladies do in books; I was rude and said what I ought not to have said. He vexed62 me and I vexed him.”
“I trust you did not express any idea of his being influenced by mercenary considerations,” said Mr. Moffat sharply.
“Yes I did,” confessed the girl penitently63.
“Then, Grace, I am angry with you; I shall make a point of going over to Woodbrook, and 202apologizing to him for your rudeness. I would not for any consideration, this had happened. I wonder how you could so far forget your own dignity as to insult a man who had done you the great honour of asking you to be his wife, for, whatever you may think, a man can confer no higher compliment on a woman than that.”
The girl made no reply; she only withdrew her hand from her father’s arm, and walked slowly away towards the house. That day Lady Glendare found Miss Moffat in an unusually lively mood. Never before had her ladyship heard Miss Moffat talk so much or so well.
“She really has something in her,” decided64 the countess, “and Robert might do worse; besides Mrs. Somerford does not like her.” For all of which reasons Lady Glendare determined23 to promote the match.
When Mr. Moffat arrived at Woodbrook, great were the expectations raised in the bosoms66 203of Mrs. Riley and her daughters by his unlooked-for visit.
He had asked for Mr. John Riley, but the servant ushered67 him into the general sitting-room68, where Mrs. Riley, surrounded by the Misses Riley, was engaged in works of industry.
“This is an unlooked-for pleasure,” said that careworn69 matron, giving Mr. Moffat both her hands to shake, as though one would not have been more than enough to satisfy him. “We did not hope to see you here: I think it very kind of you to call, and to show us we are still to be friends, although it seems we are not to be relatives.”
Mrs. Riley was not a favourite of Mr. Moffat’s. He liked everything soft, and quiet, and graceful70 about a woman—voice, manner, mind, dress, movement. Mrs. Riley had a pronounced accent, and was neither quiet nor graceful; a good woman, no doubt, but one who would have made Lady Glendare shudder. She caused Mr. Moffat to draw back a little farther into his shell, as he answered,—
204“No one can regret Grace’s decision more than I,” (then she has not changed her mind, thought Mrs. Riley). “It is usually an anxious thing for a widower71 to be left with a daughter, more especially if that daughter have a large fortune, but I never felt anxious about Grace until now. I was so certain your son would make her a good husband.”
Yes, it was Mrs. Riley’s opinion there were not many young men like John in the world, and she expressed it.
“But one cannot control a young girl’s fancies,” said Mr. Moffat, who felt vaguely73 that the virtues74 of his daughter seemed to be forgotten in Mrs. Riley’s praises of her son.
“I am very sorry to hear you say so,” said that lady, pursing up her lips, “very sorry for Grace’s sake.”
“Do you think I can make Grace like your son?” asked Mr. Moffat, a little hotly, misinterpreting her meaning, and considering Mr. Riley would at least gain as much advantage from the match as his daughter.
“Certainly not, Mr. Moffat, but it might be 205just possible to keep her from liking75 other people.”
“If your remark contain any hidden meaning, I am stupid enough not to perceive it,” said Mr. Moffat, answering her tone rather than her words.
“There is no hidden meaning so far as I am aware,” replied the lady. “We know the reason why John—”
“Mamma,” interposed Lucy entreatingly76.
“Pardon me, Miss Lucy, but I think your mother is right. If she is aware of any reason for Grace’s decision beyond those with which I am acquainted, I certainly ought not to be kept in ignorance of them.”
“But it is only mamma’s idea, and I do not believe there is anything in it; I do not, indeed,” persisted Lucy.
“And pray how does it happen you are so much wiser than your elders?” asked Mrs. Riley snappishly. “The fact is this, Mr. Moffat; Grace refused John because she likes some one else better.”
“Mr. Robert Somerford,” said Mrs. Riley, with slow triumph.
“Mr. Robert Somerford! you must be”—crazy, Mr. Moffat had nearly added, but he substituted “mistaken” for it. “Grace has not seen him half-a-dozen times in her life.”
“That makes no difference,” was the calm reply.
“I think it makes every difference,” said Mr. Moffat. “Believe me, Mrs. Riley, you are quite mistaken about this matter.”
“Perhaps so, but if you ask your daughter, I think you will find I am not mistaken.”
“I should indeed be sorry to mention the subject to my daughter, and I hope no one else will,” said Mr. Moffat rising. “I have not the least desire to put such a ridiculous idea into her mind. There is nothing I should have such a horror of, for her, as an unequal marriage. There is scarcely a man I know I should less desire to see her husband than Mr. Somerford. As you say John is at the stables, 207I will, if you will allow me, go to him. I entreat77 of you,” he added earnestly, “not to harbour this delusion80. I am certain Grace is not a girl to give her affections where they have not been asked, where they are not wanted.”
“Oh! we shall say nothing,” hastily replied Mrs. Riley, who had already imparted her views on the Somerford question under the seal of secrecy81 to at least half-a-dozen friends; “we have our own affairs to attend to, and find that sufficient, without meddling82 in the affairs of other people. I only wish the General was of my mind. What he can be thinking of to turn knight-errant at his time of life, I cannot imagine.”
“Papa wants to see Nettie’s ‘marriage lines,’ Mr. Moffat,” said Lucy, noticing their visitor’s perplexed expression, “that is all mamma means. John and he are going over to-day to Maryville to ask for a private view.”
“You ought not to speak about such subjects at all, Lucy,” said her mother; “certainly not in so flippant a manner.”
208“Girls are a great plague,” sighed Mr. Moffat. Whether his remark had any reference to Miss Lucy’s flippancy83 it is difficult to say.
“Mine are not,” said materfamilias, proudly.
“The present company is always excepted,” answered Mr. Moffat, mentally adding, as he left the room, “not that I should except you from being one of the most ill-bred women I ever met. Perhaps, after all, Gracie has done wisely. I doubt whether she and Mrs. Riley could ever have gone on smoothly84 together.”
In the stable-yard he met John, whose face brightened at sight of Grace’s father, and then became once again overcast85 when he found Mr. Moffat had only called to apologize for his daughter’s rudeness.
“Thank you,” the young man said, simply. “Grace did not mean to hurt me, I am certain, but there was just enough truth in her words to sting and to rankle86. You know, sir,” he went on, “we are poor, and a man who is poor cannot help thinking about money; but it is not for her money’s sake I love Grace. Some 209day she will know that, perhaps. When I am gone quite away, I wish you would tell her she could not be any dearer to me if she had millions, nor less dear if she had not a penny.”
“Are you going away, then?”
“Yes, whenever the election is over, I shall leave Ireland. If Grace had said, ‘yes,’ I should have left it all the same, only with a lighter87 heart. I did not want her to marry a pauper88. I meant to do something. I meant somehow to make a name and money; but why should I trouble you with all this?” and he broke off abruptly89. The past had been fair, but it was dead and cold. The mental refrain of every sentence was, “Never more.” For ever he should love her, never she would love him; that was the burden of that weary song he had kept repeating to himself ever since the night when he left her standing90 on the terrace, listening to the moan of the sea.
They walked on together in silence down the back avenue to a pair of rusty91 gates, outside of which Mr. Moffat had left his dog-cart.
“John,” asked that gentleman abruptly, at 210length, “what is it your mother means about Mr. Somerford?”
“She seems to think Grace is fond of him.”
“So she is,” was the reply.
“I am certain you are wrong.”
“I am certain I am right; listen to me, sir. I do not say Grace is in love with the fellow, heaven forbid; but still, I do say he has, to use a common expression, ‘put her out of conceit’ with every one else. I am glad you have mentioned the matter, because I can now explain how Grace happened to be so spiteful to me. I expected to be refused, and yet I grew half-crazy with rage and jealousy93 when I was refused. So like a fool, I told her the new love had ousted94 out the old, and then, when she said I was mad to think Lord Glendare’s nephew would ever want to marry her, I retorted that he might like to marry her money. The fault was mine, you see,” finished the young man hurriedly. “Grace was not to blame, and I should have been the one to apologize, not you.”
211“What makes you suppose there is anything between Mr. Somerford and Grace?” that was the one question of absorbing interest to Mr. Moffat.
“I do not suppose there is anything,” answered the young man. “All I mean is, that with his singing and playing, his handsome face and his soft, false manners, he has taken her fancy.”
“That will all pass away,” said Mr. Moffat, but John shook his head.
“If she could know him as he really is,” answered the young man, “know him for a cold, shallow, selfish, unprincipled vagabond, there might be some hope; but Grace has made a hero of him. She thinks he is without reproach, that he is pre-destined to retrieve95 the Glendare fortunes, that he is the one good fruit of a rotten tree. There, I would rather say no more about him. Perhaps I am unjust. For her sake I hope I am. I will come over to bid you and her good-bye before I go. Though we parted in anger, I think she would like to remember we parted once again as friends.”
212“Yes, you may be positive about that,” Mr. Moffat assured him, and then they shook hands and separated, John to proceed to Maryville, and Grace’s father to return to Bayview, a much more perplexed and harassed96 man than he had left it.
Was Mr. Somerford the origin of Lady Glendare’s sudden intimacy with and professed97 affection for his daughter? He had said, and said truly, to Mrs. Riley, that he had a horror of unequal marriages, and that Robert Somerford was not a man to whom he should like to give his daughter; and yet, when he came to consider the matter calmly, when he found his objections to the young man were based greatly on prejudice, he began to see the match was not in reality so unequal as he had at first thought.
Grace was a gentlewoman, possessed98 of a large fortune, Mr. Somerford was the nephew of an earl, and had not a sixpence; so far the beam stood tolerably even. No one had ever spoken of Mr. Somerford as a rake, or a gambler, or a drunkard. His sins were those 213of omission99. So far as Mr. Moffat was aware, no sins of commission had ever been charged against him. The poorer classes idolized him, and Mr. Moffat did not know enough of the lower classes to be able to judge accurately100 the value of that idolatry.
Living entirely101 amongst his books, mixing little with society, as much a stranger to the feelings and habits of the country as the day he settled at Bayview, Irish only by connexion and marriage, Northumbrian by birth, English by feeling, wealthy by a sequence of unlooked-for events, indolent, refined, reserved, how should he, who had never been able to win for himself popularity, understand the utter worthlessness of the beads102, and feathers, and gew-gaws of manner, and word, and presence, by which popularity is to be bought.
The Glendares were a weak, dissolute, extravagant103, heartless race; but then, Mrs. Somerford, Robert’s mother, was a very dragon of piety104, respectability, pride, and austerity; and after all, if Grace’s fortune were settled 214strictly on herself and her children, she might do worse.
Hitherto, he had always looked upon Grace as virtually married to John Riley, and it was therefore a shock and a wrench105 to imagine her married to any one else; but if Grace did not like John, and did like Lord Glendare’s nephew, why then Mr. Moffat decided he would try to accustom49 himself to the change.
After all, Lady Glendare and Mrs. Somerford would be more desirable relatives than poor, bustling106, well-meaning, loud-voiced, many-daughtered Mrs. Riley.
Further, Grace must marry, and that soon. Those were days as has been already stated, when girls sooner outgrew107 their first youth than women do now, and Mr. Moffat disliked beyond all description the idea of having, as he mentally expressed it, “a score of lovers hanging about Bayview.”
The charge of a young maiden108, the trouble of keeping undesirable109 admirers at bay, love complications, secret engagements, scenes, tears, loss of appetite, and threatened consumption, 215all these things were as much beyond Mr. Moffat’s province as they were outside his taste.
He loved ease and the classics, he detested110 company, he hated having the even tenour of his life ruffled111 even for a moment by the intrusion of an outside current.
He had been vexed with Grace, and sorry for John Riley, but now he believed John would get over it, and perhaps it was quite as well Mrs. Riley should not become his daughter’s mother-in-law.
Mrs. Riley’s voice had that day sounded especially disagreeable. The bitterness, disappointment, and resentment112 she feared to express had not added to its sweetness, and had added to the brusqueness of her manner.
After the sweetness of Lady Glendare, the acid of Mrs. Riley had not appeared good to Mr. Moffat. How handsome her ladyship still remained, how exquisitely113 she dressed! The fashions of those days seem astonishing to us, but they were the mode then, and people admired them accordingly. How gracefully114 she 216moved! As Robert Somerford said, “there was poetry in her walk.” On the other hand, what a dowdy115 Mrs. Riley looked, with her crushed cap and faded strings116, her ill-made dress, and yellow bony hands.
A long course of mortgage had not tended to improve Mrs. Riley’s personal appearance. She looked like a house in chancery. Every time he beheld117 her, Mr. Moffat beheld likewise fresh dilapidations and—
“Jerry,” said Mr. Moffat at this juncture118, suddenly roused from ideal musings to a sense of the real; “see what is the matter with Finn’s front off foot. He is easing it.”
Mr. Moffat was driving tandem119, and his leader’s foot was slightly beyond his range of accurate vision.
“Cast a shoe, your honour,” explained Jerry, lifting the foot indicated.
“That is bad, what can we do?”
“No, I cannot endure driving alone. Cannot we put him up somewhere?”
217“Amos Scott would take good care of him. His place is at the top of the next loanin.”[3]
3. Lane.
“You mean Miss Grace’s friend, the man who has a lame2 boy, and who wears a blue coat with brass121 buttons?”
“Yes, your honour.”
“Open the gates then, and I will drive up.”
“There are half-a-dozen gates.”
“Walk on then and open them all. What a cursed country!” thought Mr. Moffat as his wheels went down on one side and up on the other, and his horses gingerly picked their way over huge stones, and gravel61, and pieces of rock. “Jerry, does Scott draw his farm-produce down this charming piece of road?”
“Every ton of it, sir.”
“Ah, it’s little manure he draws. He has his own heap always rotting at the door, ready to his hand, and it’s good land he has, God bless it.”
“Who is supposed to keep this road in repair?” asked Mr. Moffat, unheeding this testimony123 218to Mr. Scott’s admirable management, and the superior quality of his soil.
“Nobody, sir.”
“Who does it belong to?”
“Nobody, sir; it is a divisional, and nobody can stop it, and nobody cares to mend it. In the winter there is a fine stream running sometimes; I’ve seen it in flood times up to the horse’s girths.”
“Who is the landlord?”
“The Earl, sir.”
There was only one earl known at Kingslough, his rival being the marquis.
“If he knew the state this road was in, he would have something done to it, I should think,” said Mr. Moffat.
“Likely, sir, but it was always so,” remarked the man.
“Always so, always so,” repeated Mr. Moffat to himself, “ay, and everything always will be so while Ireland is Ireland, and the Irish remain Irish,” forgetting that he, an Englishman, had fallen into Irish ways; that the grass on his lawns was suffered to grow 219long like that in a meadow, that his hedges and borders were unclipped, that his walks were unrolled, and his grounds, though beautiful exceedingly, were left in a state which would have driven an English gardener crazy to behold124.
Yes, he was Irish in his ways, without the Irishman’s excuse, for he had plenty of money, plenty and to spare. He might have given employment to many and many a labourer, had he transplanted the trim civilization of his native land across the channel.
If a man have wealth and do not spend it, he may as well be an absentee as a resident. Some idea of this truth had already dawned upon Grace Moffat. All the evils Ireland groaned125 under she heard ascribed to non-resident landlords, to the rent the land yielded being spent out of the country; but the girl, thanks perhaps to the comparatively lonely life she led, and to her intense love for and sympathy with the people, was beginning to understand that non-residence was only a part of the evil.
220For example, she and her father lived at Bayview; but for all the money they spent, or good they did in Ireland, they might as well have lived at Jericho. The Rileys again, who was the better for their presence? They lived off the soil; they killed their own sheep, they ate their own poultry126, they grew their own vegetables, they wore the same clothes, so it seemed to Grace, month after month, and year after year. All this certainly might be their misfortune, indeed Miss Moffat knew no choice was left to them in the matter; but the man who held the mortgage on their property, and for whose sake the Woodbrook tenants127 groaned under a yoke128 scarcely less severe than that laid upon the necks of the farmers who rented land from the Glendares, lived at Kilcurragh alone, with an aged35 servant, in a large dilapidated house, giving nothing away, living upon as little as he could.
Then Grace thought about Mrs. Hartley. She, though English, resided in a land where 221the exigencies130 of society did not require a large expenditure131 of money, and accordingly Mrs. Hartley did not live up to her income; did not, in fact, use a fourth of it.
The poor, Miss Moffat could not fail to see, were the real benefactors132 of their country. They gave their labour, and out of their poverty they were liberal; they gave the ready handful of meal, the bannock of griddle bread, the sieve-full of potatoes, the drink of milk, the abundance of their sympathy, the cheerful courtesy of their manners, the smiling promptitude of their charity; and Grace, who was a little shy, whom neither the lower nor the higher classes exactly understood, seeing everything, laid it to heart, and made a trembling vow133 that when she came to her own, when she attained134 the advanced age of one-and-twenty, she would try to use her wealth aright, and see whether even a woman might not do something to regenerate135 the country she loved so dearly.
If Mr. Moffat had ever entertained any romantic ideas of the same description, they 222were dead and buried years before this story opens.
Taking the world round, no matter how many persons a man begins with being attached to, he generally ends in liking himself better than any of them.
To this rule Mr. Moffat proved no exception. Grace and himself now formed the only prominent figures in his life’s design, and at that time Grace stood a little behind himself.
Not a bad man, not a dishonourable, but yet he buried his talent in the ground, and returned no interest for all wherewith his Lord had trusted him.
The people, by which phrase I mean those whose rank was socially lower than his own, liked him very well indeed.
He was a “foreigner,” and consequently could not be supposed to understand their ways; but they found him always civil. He was a “gentleman,” if a very quiet one. He rarely addressed them, but when he did, “he was civil and well-spoken.”
“He never made free.” On the whole, 223Mr. Moffat was popular, allowances being readily made for his love of books and solitude136.
Specially72 he was liked amongst the Glendare tenantry. Once or twice he had spoken to the “Aggent,” as Mr. Dillwyn was generally styled, and effected good by his mild interference.
With beaming face, Mrs. Scott, a middle-aged137 woman, whose face was framed in the universal white frilled cap, and who wore a blue-checked apron138, came out to meet him.
“Is your husband at home, Mrs. Scott?” asked her visitor.
“No, sir; he has gone to Rosemont, to see th’ Airl. We’ll get our lease promised now, plaize God.”
“My leader has cast a shoe,” explained Mr. Moffat. “May I leave him here for an hour or two?”
“An’ welcome, sir; shall I unloose him?”
“You, Mrs. Scott! certainly not; Jerry can attend to him. There, easy man, easy. Mind how you pull off that bridle139.”
Afterwards it occurred to Mr. Moffat, with 224a feeling as near remorse140 as he was capable of experiencing, that if he had not been quite so wrapped up that summer’s day in himself and his leader, he might have uttered a word of warning to the farmer’s hard-working wife.
They were as innocent as children of the world’s ways, those men and those women, and happy as children in their innocence141, till they had to pay the penalty of such ignorance.
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