In Which the Count Mirabel Commences His Operations with Great Success.
IS THERE a more gay and graceful1 spectacle in the world than Hyde Park, at the end of a long sunny morning in the merry months of May and June? Where can we see such beautiful women, such gallant2 cavaliers, such fine horses, and such brilliant equipages? The scene, too, is worthy3 of such agreeable accessories: the groves4, the gleaming waters, and the triumphal arches. In the distance, the misty5 heights of Surrey, and the bowery glades6 of Kensington.
It was the day after the memorable7 voyage from Richmond. Eminent8 among the glittering throng9, Count Mirabel cantered along on his Arabian, scattering10 gay recognitions and bright words. He reined11 in his steed beneath a tree, under whose shade was assembled a knot of listless cavaliers. The Count received their congratulations, for this morning he had won his pigeon match.
‘Only think of that old fool, Castlefyshe, betting on Poppington,’ said the Count. ‘I want to see him, old idiot! Who knows where Charley is?’
‘I do, Mirabel,’ said Lord Catchimwhocan. ‘He has gone to Richmond with Blandford and the two little Furzlers.’
‘That good Blandford! Whenever he is in love he always gives a dinner. It is a droll12 way to succeed.’
‘Apropos, will you dine with me today, Mirabel?’ said Mr. de Stockville.
‘Impossible, my dear fellow; I dine with Fitz-warrene.’
‘I say, Mirabel,’ drawled out a young man, ‘I saw you yesterday driving a man down to Richmond yourself. Who is your friend?’
‘No one you know, or will know. ’Tis the best fellow that ever lived; but he is under my guidance, and I shall be very particular to whom he is introduced.’
‘Lord! I wonder who he can be!’ said the young man.
‘I say, Mirabel, you will be done on Goshawk, if you don’t take care, I can tell you that.’
‘Thank you, good Coventry; if you like to bet the odds13, I will take them.’
‘No, my dear fellow, I do not want to bet, but at the same time———’
‘You have an opinion that you will not back. That is a luxury, for certainly it is of no, use. I would advise you to enjoy it.’
‘Well, I must say, Mirabel,’ said Lord Catchimwhocan, ‘I think the same about Goshawk.’
‘Oh, no, Catch, you do not think so; you think you think. Go and take all the odds you can get upon Goshawk. Come, now, tomorrow you will tell me you have a very pretty book. Eh! mon cher Catch?’
‘But do you really think Goshawk will win?’ asked Lord Cathimwhocan, earnestly.
‘Certain!’
‘Well, damned if I don’t go and take the odds,’ said his lordship.
‘Mirabel,’ said a young noble, moving his horse close to the Count, and speaking in a low voice, ‘shall you be at home tomorrow morning?’
‘Certainly. But what do you want?’
‘I am in a devil of a scrape; I do not know what to do. I want you to advise me.’
‘The Count moved aside with this cavalier. ‘And what is it?’ said he. ‘Have you been losing?’
‘No, no,’ said the young man, shaking his head. ‘Much worse. It is the most infernal business; I do not know what I shall do. I think I shall cut my throat.’
‘Bêtise! It cannot be very bad, if it be not money.’
‘Oh, my dear Mirabel, you do not know what trouble I am in.’
‘Mon cher Henri, soyez tranquille,’ said the Count, in a kind voice. ‘I am your friend. Rest assured, I will arrange it. Think no more of it until tomorrow at one o’clock, and then call on me. If you like, I am at your service at present.’
‘No, no, not here: there are letters.’
‘Ha, ha! Well, tomorrow, at one. In the meantime, do not write any nonsense.’
At this moment, the duchess, with a party of equestrians14, passed and bowed to the Count Mirabel.
‘I say, Mirabel,’ exclaimed a young man, ‘who is that girl? I want to know. I have seen her several times lately. By Jove, she is a fine creature!’
‘Do not you know Miss Temple?’ said the Count. ‘Fancy a man not knowing Miss Temple! She is the only woman in London to be looked at.’
Now there was a great flutter in the band, and nothing but the name of Miss Temple was heard. All vowed15 they knew her very well, at least by sight, and never thought of anybody else. Some asked the Count to present them, others meditated16 plans by which that great result might be obtained; but, in the midst of all this agitation17, Count Mirabel rode away, and was soon by the very lady’s side.
‘What a charming voyage yesterday,’ said the Count to Miss Temple. ‘You were amused?’
‘Very.’
‘And to think you should all know my friend Armine so well! I was astonished, for he will never go anywhere, or speak to anyone.’
‘You know him intimately?’ said Miss Temple.
‘He is my brother! There is not a human being in the world I love so much! If you only knew him as I know him. Ah! chère Miss Temple, there is not a man in London to be compared with him, so clever and so good! What a heart! so tender! and what talent! There is no one so spirituel.’
‘You have known him long, Count?’
‘Always; but of late I find a great change in him. I cannot discover what is the matter with him. He has grown melancholy18. I think he will not live.’
‘Indeed!’
‘No, I am never wrong. That cher Armine will not live.’
‘You are his friend, surely———’
‘Ah! yes; but I do not know what it is. Even me he cares not for. I contrive19 sometimes to get him about a little; yesterday, for instance; but today, you see, he will not move. There he is, sitting alone, in a dull hotel, with his eyes fixed20 on the ground, dark as night. Never was a man so changed. I suppose something has happened to him abroad. When you first knew him, I daresay now, he was the gayest of the gay?’
‘He was indeed very different,’ said Miss Temple, turning away her face.
‘You have known that dear Armine a long time?’
‘It seems a long time,’ said Miss Temple.
‘If he dies, and die he must, I do not think I shall ever be in very good spirits again,’ said the Count. ‘It is the only thing that would quite upset me. Now do not you think, Miss Temple, that our cher Armine is the most interesting person you ever met?’
‘I believe Captain Armine is admired by all those who know him.’
‘He is so good, so tender, and so clever. Lord Montfort, he knows him very well?’
‘They were companions in boyhood, I believe; but they have resumed their acquaintance only recently.’
‘We must interest Lord Montfort in his case. Lord Montfort must assist in our endeavours to bring him out a little.’
‘Lord Montfort needs no prompting, Count. We are all alike interested in Captain Armine’s welfare.’
‘I wish you would try to find out what is on his mind,’ said Count Mirabel. ‘After all, men cannot do much. It requires a more delicate sympathy than we can offer. And yet I would do anything for the cher Armine, because I really love him the same as if he were my brother.’
‘He is fortunate in such a friend.’
‘Ah! he does not think so any longer,’ said the Count; ‘he avoids me, he will not tell me anything. Chère Miss Temple, this business haunts me; it will end badly. I know that dear Armine so well; no one knows him like me; his feelings are too strong: no one has such strong feelings. Now, of all my friends, he is the only man I know who is capable of committing suicide.’
‘God forbid!’ said Henrietta Temple, with emphasis.
‘I rise every morning with apprehension,’ said the Count. ‘When I call upon him every day, I tremble as I approach his hotel.’
‘Are you indeed serious?’
‘Most serious. I knew a man once in the same state. It was the Duc de Crillon. He was my brother friend, like this dear Armine. We were at college together; we were in the same regiment21. He was exactly like this dear Armine, young, beautiful, and clever, but with a heart all tenderness, terrible passions. He loved Mademoiselle de Guise22, my cousin, the most beautiful girl in France. Pardon me, but I told Armine yesterday that you reminded me of her. They were going to be married; but there was a contretemps. He sent for me; I was in Spain; she married the Viscount de Marsagnac. Until that dreadful morning he remained exactly in the same state as our dear Armine. Never was a melancholy so profound. After the ceremony he shot himself.’
‘No, no!’ exclaimed Miss Temple in great agitation.
‘Perfectly true. It is the terrible recollection of that dreadful adventure that overcomes me when I see our dear friend here, because I feel it must be love. I was in hopes it was his cousin. But it is not so; it must be something that has happened abroad. Love alone can account for it. It is not his debts that would so overpower him. What are his debts? I would pay them myself. It is a heart-rending business. I am going to him. How I tremble!’ ‘How good you are!’ exclaimed Miss Temple, with streaming eyes. ‘I shall ever be grateful; I mean, we all must. Oh! do go to him, go to him directly; tell him to be happy.’
‘It is the song I ever sing,’ said the Count. ‘I wish some of you would come and see him, or send him a message. It is wise to show him that there are some who take interest in his existence. Now, give me that flower, for instance, and let me give it to him from you.’
‘He will not care for it,’ said Miss Temple. ‘Try. It is a fancy I have. Let me bear it.’ Miss Temple gave the flower to the Count, who rode off with his prize.
It was about eight o’clock: Ferdinand was sitting alone in his room, having just parted with Glastonbury, who was going to dine in Brook-street. The sun had set, and yet it was scarcely dark enough for artificial light, particularly for a person without a pursuit. It was just that dreary23 dismal24 moment, when even the most gay grow pensive25, if they be alone. And Ferdinand was particularly dull; a reaction had followed the excitement of the last eight-and-forty hours, and he was at this moment feeling singularly disconsolate26, and upbraiding27 himself for being so weak as to permit himself to be influenced by Mirabel’s fantastic promises and projects, when his door flew open, and the Count, full dressed, and graceful as a Versailles Apollo, stood before him.
‘Cher ami! I cannot stop one minute. I dine with Fitzwarrene, and I am late. I have done your business capitally. Here is a pretty flower! Who do you think gave it me? She did, pardy. On condition, however, that I should bear it to you, with a message; and what a message! that you should be happy.’
‘Nonsense, my dear Count’
‘It is true; but I romanced at a fine rate for it. It is the only way with women. She thinks we have known each other since the Deluge28. Do not betray me. But, my dear fellow, I cannot stop now. Only, mind, all is changed. Instead of being gay, and seeking her society, and amusing her, and thus attempting to regain29 your influence, as we talked of last night; mind, suicide is the system. To-morrow I will tell you all. She has a firm mind and a high spirit, which she thinks is principle. If we go upon the tack30 of last night, she will marry Montfort, and fall in love with you afterwards. That will never do. So we must work upon her fears, her generosity31, pity, remorse32, and so on. Call upon me tomorrow morning, at half-past two; not before, because I have an excellent boy coming to me at one, who is in a scrape. At half-past two, cher, cher Armine, we will talk more. In the meantime, enjoy your flower; and rest assured that it is your own fault if you do not fling the good Montfort in a very fine ditch.’
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