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Yes, said I, with affected composure, Barnard! a great friend of Don Diego DAlvarez.

I perceive, said Gerald, collecting himself, that you are in some measure acquainted with my secret: how far it is known to you I cannot guess; but I tell you, very fairly, that from me you will not increase the sum of your knowledge.

When one is in a good sound rage, it is astonishing how calm one can be! I was certainly somewhat amazed by Geralds hardihood and assurance, but I continued, with a smile,

And Donna Isora, how long, if not very intrusive on your confidence, have you known her?

I tell you, answered Gerald, doggedly, that I will answer no questions.

You remember the old story, returned I, of the two brothers, Eteocles and Polynices, whose very ashes refused to mingle; faith, Gerald, our love seems much of the same sort. I know not if our ashes will exhibit so laudible an antipathy: but I think our hearts and hands will do so while a spark of life animates them; yes, though our blood (I added, in a voice quivering with furious emotion) prevents our contest by the sword, it prevents not the hatred and the curses of the heart.

Gerald turned pale. I do not understand you, he faltered out,I know you abhor me; but why, why this excess of malice?

I cast on him a look of bitter scorn, and turned from the room.

It is not pleasing to place before the reader these dark passages of fraternal hatred: but in the record of all passions there is a moral; and it is wise to see to how vast a sum the units of childish animosity swell, when they are once brought into a heap, by some violent event, and told over by the nice accuracy of Revenge.

But I long to pass from these scenes, and my history is about to glide along others of more glittering and smiling aspect. Thank Heaven, I write a tale, not only of love, but of a life; and that which I cannot avoid I can at least condense.

CHAPTER X

MY uncle for several weeks had flattered himself that I had quite forgotten or foregone the desire of leaving Devereux Court for London. Good easy man! he was not a little distressed when I renewed the subject with redoubled firmness, and demanded an early period for that event. He managed, however, still to protract the evil day. At one time it was impossible to part with me, because the house was so full; at another time it was cruel to leave him, when the house was so empty. Meanwhile, a new change came over me. As the first shock of Isoras departure passed away, I began to suspect the purity of her feelings towards me. Might not Geraldthe beautiful, the stately, the glittering Geraldhave been a successful wooer under the disguised name of Barnard, and hence Isoras confusion when that name was mentioned, and hence the power which its possessor exercised over her?

This idea, once admitted, soon gained ground. It is true that Isora had testified something of favourable feelings towards me; but this might spring from coquetry or compassion. My love had been a boys love, founded upon beauty and coloured by romance. I had not investigated the character of the object; and I had judged of the mind solely by the face. I might easily have been deceived: I persuaded myself that I was. Perhaps Gerald had provided their present retreat for sire and daughter; perhaps they at this moment laughed over my rivalry and my folly. Methought Geralds lip wore a contemptuous curve when we met. It shall have no cause, I said, stung to the soul; I will indeed forget this woman, and yet, though in other ways, eclipse this rival. Pleasure, ambition, the brilliancy of a court, the resources of wealth, invite me to a thousand joys. I will not be deaf to the call. Meanwhile I will not betray to Gerald, to any one, the scar of the wound I have received; and I will mortify Gerald, by showing him that, handsome as he is, he shall be forgotten in my presence!

Agreeably to this exquisite resolution, I paid incessant court to the numerous dames by whom my uncles mansion was thronged; and I resolved to prepare, among them, the reputation for gallantry and for wit which I proposed to establish in town.

You are greatly altered since your love, said Aubrey, one day to me, but not by your love. Own that I did right in dissuading you from its indulgence!

Tell me! said I, sinking my voice to a whisper, do you think Gerald was my rival? and I recounted the causes of my suspicion.

Aubreys countenance testified astonishment as he listened. It is strange, very strange, said he; and the evidence of the boat is almost conclusive; still I do not think it quite sufficient to leave no loop-hole of doubt. But what matters it? you have conquered your love now.

Ay, I said, with a laugh, I have conquered it, and I am now about to find some other empress of the heart. What think you of the Lady Hasselton?a fair dame and a sprightly. I want nothing but her love to be the most enviable of men, and a French valet-de-chambre to be the most irresistible.

The former is easier to obtain than the latter, I fear, returned Aubrey; all places produce light dames, but the war makes a scarcity of French valets.

True, said I, but I never thought of instituting a comparison between their relative value. The Lady Hasselton, no disparagement to her merits, is but one woman; but a French valet who knows his metier arms one for conquest over a thousand; and I turned to the saloon.

Fate, which had destined to me the valuable affections of the Lady Hasselton, granted me also, at a yet earlier period, the greater boon of a French valet. About two or three weeks after this sapient communication with Aubrey, the most charming person in the world presented himself a candidate pour le supreme bonheur de soigner Monsieur le Comte. Intelligence beamed in his eye; a modest assurance reigned upon his brow; respect made his step vigilant as a zephyrs; and his ruffles were the envy of the world!

I took him at a glance; and I presented to the admiring inmates of the house a greater coxcomb than the Count Devereux in the ethereal person of Jean Desmarais.

CHAPTER XI

I AM thinking, Morton, said my uncle, that if you are to go to town, you should go in a style suitable to your rank. What say you to flying along the road in my green and gold chariot? Sdeath! Ill make you a present of it. Nayno thanks; and you may have four of my black Flanders mares to draw you.

Now, my dear Sir William, cried Lady Hasselton, who, it may be remembered, was the daughter of one of King Charless Beauties, and who alone shared the breakfast-room with my uncle and myself,now, my dear Sir William, I think it would be a better plan to suffer the Count to accompany us to town. We go next week. He shall have a seat in our coach, help Lovell to pay our post-horses, protect us at inns, scold at the drawers in the pretty oaths of the fashion, which are so innocent that I will teach them to his Countship myself; and unless I am much more frightful than my honoured mother, whose beauties you so gallantly laud, I think you will own, Sir William, that this is better for your nephew than doing solitary penance in your chariot of green and gold, with a handkerchief tied over his head to keep away cold, and with no more fanciful occupation than composing sonnets to the four Flanders mares.

Sdeath, Madam, you inherit your mothers wit as well as beauty, cried my uncle, with an impassioned air.

And his Countship, said I, will accept your invitation without asking his uncles leave.

Come, that is bold for a gentleman oflet me see, thirteenare you not?

Really, answered I, one learns to forget time so terribly in the presence of Lady Hasselton that I do not remember even how long it has existed for me.

Bravo! cried the knight, with a moistening eye; you see, Madam, the boy has not lived with his old uncle for nothing.

I am lost in astonishment! said the lady, glancing towards the glass; why, you will eclipse all our beaux at your first appearance; butbutSir Williamhow green those glasses have become! Bless me, there is something so contagious in the effects of the country that the very mirrors grow verdant. ButCountCountwhere are you, Count? [I was exactly opposite to the fair speaker.] Oh, there you are! Pray, do you carry a little pocket-glass of the true quality about you? But, of course you do; lend it me.

I have not the glass you want, but I carry with me a mirror that reflects your features much more faithfully.

How! I protest I do not understand you!

The mirror is here! said I, laying my hand to my heart.

Gad, I must kiss the boy! cried my uncle, starting up.

I have sworn, said I, fixing my eyes upon the lady,I have sworn never to be kissed, even by women. You must pardon me, Uncle.

I declare, cried the Lady Hasselton, flirting her fan, which was somewhat smaller than the screen that one puts into a great hall, in order to take off the discomfort of too large a room,I declare, Count, there is a vast deal of originality about you. But tell me, Sir William, where did your nephew acquire, at so early an ageeleven, you say, he issuch a fund of agreeable assurance?

Nay, Madam, let the boy answer for himself.

Imprimis, then, said I, playing with the ribbon of my cane,imprimis, early study of the best authors,Congreve and Farquhar, Etherege and Rochester; secondly, the constant intercourse of company which gives one the spleen so overpoweringly that despair inspires one with boldnessto get rid of them; thirdly, the personal example of Sir William Devereux; and, fourthly, the inspiration of hope.

Hope, sir? said the Lady Hasselton, covering her face with her fan, so as only to leave me a glimpse of the farthest patch upon her left cheek,hope, sir?

Yes, the hope of being pleasing to you. Suffer me to add that the hope has now become certainty.

Upon my word, Count

Nay, you cannot deny it; if one can once succeed in impudence, one is irresistible.

Sir William, cried Lady Hasselton, you may give the Count your chariot of green and gold, and your four Flanders mares, and send his mothers maid with him. He shall not go with me.

Cruel! and why? said I.

You are toothe lady paused, and looked at me over her fan. She was really very handsomeyou are too old, Count. You must be more than nine.

Pardon me, said I, I am nine,a very mystical number nine is too, and represents the Muses, who, you know, were always attendant upon Venusor you, which is the same thing; so you can no more dispense with my company than you can with that of the Graces.

Good morning, Sir William, cried the Lady Hasselton, rising.

I offered to hand her to the door; with great difficulty, for her hoop was of the very newest enormity of circumference; I effected this object. Well, Count, said she, I am glad to see you have brought so much learning from school; make the best use of it while it lasts, for your memory will not furnish you with a single simile out of the mythology by the end of next winter.

That would be a pity, said I, for I intend having as many goddesses as the heathens had, and I should like to worship them in a classical fashion.

Oh, the young reprobate! said the beauty, tapping me with her fan. And pray, what other deities besides Venus do I resemble?

All! said I,at least, all the celestial ones!

Though half way through the door, the beauty extricated her hoop, and drew back. Bless me, the gods as well as the goddesses?

Certainly.

You jest: tell me how.

Nothing can be easier; you resemble Mercury because of your thefts.

Thefts!

Ay; stolen hearts, and, added I, in a whisper, glances; Jupiter, partly because of your lightning, which you lock up in the said glances,principally because all things are subservient to you; Neptune, because you are as changeable as the seas; Vulcan, because you live among the flames you excite; and Mars, because

You are so destructive, cried my uncle.

Exactly so; and because, added Ias I shut the door upon the beautybecause, thanks to your hoop, you cover nine acres of ground.

Ods fish, Morton, said my uncle, you surprise me at times: one while you are so reserved, at another so assured; to-day so brisk, to-morrow so gloomy. Why now, Lady Hasselton (she is very comely, eh! faith, but not comparable to her mother) told me, a week ago, that she, gave you up in despair, that you were dull, past hoping for; and now, Gad, you had a life in you that Sid himself could not have surpassed. How comes it, Sir, eh?

Why, Uncle, you have explained the reason; it was exactly because she said I was dull that I was resolved to convict her in an untruth.

Well, now, there is some sense in that, boy; always contradict ill report by personal merit. But what think you of her ladyship? Gad, you know what old Bellair said of Emilia. Make much of her: shes one of the best of your acquaintance. I like her countenance and behaviour. Well, she has a modesty not i this age, a-dad she has. Applicable enough; eh, boy?

I know her value, Sir, and esteem her accordingly, answered I, out of the same play, which by dint of long study I had got by heart. But, to confess the truth, added I, I think you might have left out the passage about her modesty.

There, now; you young chaps are so censorious; why, sdeath, sir, you dont think the worse of her virtue because of her wit?

Humph!

Ah, boy! when you are my age, youll know that your demure cats are not the best; and that reminds me of a little story; shall I tell it you, child?

If it so please you, Sir.

Zaunswheres my snuff-box?oh, here it is. Well, Sir, you shall have the whole thing, from beginning to end. Sedley and I were one day conversing together about women. Sid was a very deep fellow in that game: no passion you know; no love on his own side; nothing of the sort; all done by rule and compass; knew women as well as dice, and calculated the exact moment when his snares would catch them, according to the principles of geometry. Dd clever fellow, faith; but a confounded rascal: but let it go no further; mums the word! must not slander the dead; and tis only my suspicion, you know, after all. Poor fellow: I dont think he was such a rascal; he gave a beggar an angel once,well, boy, have a pinch?Well, so I said to Sir Charles, I think you will lose the widow, after all,Gad I do. Upon what principle of science, Sir William? said he. Why, faith, man, she is so modest, you see, and has such a pretty way of blushing. Hark ye, friend Devereux, said Sir Charles, smoothing his collar and mincing his words musically, as he was wont to do,hark ye, friend Devereux, I will give you the whole experience of my life in one maxim: I can answer for its being new, and I think it is profound; and that maxim is, no, faith, Mortonno, I cant tell it thee: it is villanous, and then its so desperately against all the sex.