Preserve appearances! echoed Tom: ha! wholl do that for them better than a tailor?
Andrew was an impatient little man, fitter for a kind action than to plead a cause. Jeering jarred on him; and from the moment his brother began it, he was of small service to Evan. He flung back against the partition of the compound, rattling it to the disturbance of many a quiet digestion.
Tom, he cried, I believe youre a screw!
Never said I wasnt, rejoined Tom, as he finished his glass. I m a bachelor, and a personyoure married, and an object. I wont have the tailors family at my coat-tails.
Do you mean to say, Tom, you dont like the young fellow? The Countess says hes half engaged to an heiress; and he has a chance of appointmentsof course, nothing may come of them. But do you mean to say, you dont like him for what he has done?
Tom made his jaw disagreeably prominent. Fraid Im guilty of that crime.
And you that swear at people pretending to be above their station! exclaimed Andrew. I shall get in a passion. I cant stand this. Here, waiter! what have I to pay?
Go, cried the time-honoured guest of the Aurora to Jonathan advancing.
Andrew pressed the very roots of his hair back from his red forehead, and sat upright and resolute, glancing at Tom. And now ensued a curious scene of family blood. For no sooner did elderly Tom observe this bantam-like demeanour of his brother, than he ruffled his feathers likewise, and looked down on him, agitating his wig over a prodigious frown. Whereof came the following sharp colloquy; Andrew beginning:
I ll pay off the debts out of my own pocket.
You can make a greater fool of yourself, then?
He shant be a tailor!
He shant be a brewer!
I say he shall live like a gentleman!
I say he shall squat like a Turk!
Bang went Andrews hand on the table: I ve pledged my word, mind!
Tom made a counter demonstration: And Ill have my way!
Hang it! I can be as eccentric as you, said Andrew.
And I as much a donkey as you, if I try hard, said Tom.
Something of the cobblers stall followed this; till waxing furious, Tom sung out to Jonathan, hovering around them in watchful timidity, More Port! and the words immediately fell oily on the wrath of the brothers; both commenced wiping their heads with their handkerchiefs the faces of both emerged and met, with a half-laugh: and, severally determined to keep to what they had spoken, there was a tacit accord between them to drop the subject.
Like sunshine after smart rain, the Port shone on these brothers. Like a voice from the pastures after the bellowing of the thunder, Andrews voice asked: Got rid of that twinge of the gout, Tom? Did you rub in that ointment? while Tom replied: Ay. How about that rheumatism of yours? Have you tried that Indy oil? receiving a like assurance.
The remainder of the Port ebbed in meditation and chance remarks. The bit of storm had done them both good; and Tom especiallythe cynical, carping, grim old gentlemanwas much improved by the nearer resemblance of his manner to Andrews.
Behind this unaffected fraternal concord, however, the fact that they were pledged to a race in eccentricity, was present. They had been rivals before; and anterior to the date of his marriage, Andrew had done odd eclipsing things. But Andrew required prompting to it; he required to be put upon his mettle. Whereas, it was more nature with Tom: nature and the absence of a wife, gave him advantages over Andrew. Besides, he had his character to maintain. He had said the word: and the first vanity of your born eccentric is, that he shall be taken for infallible.
Presently Andrew ducked his head to mark the evening clouds flushing over the court-yard of the Aurora.
Time to be off, Tom, he said: wife at home.
Ah! Tom answered. Well, I havent got to go to bed so early.
What an old rogue you are, Tom! Andrew pushed his elbows forward on the table amiably. Gad, we havent drunk wine together sinceby George! well have another pint.
Many as you like, said Tom.
Over the succeeding pint, Andrew, in whose veins the Port was merry, favoured his brother with an imitation of Major Strike, and indicated his dislike to that officer. Tom informed him that Major Strike was speculating.
The ass eats at my table, and treats me with contempt.
Just tell him that youre putting by the bones for him. He ll want em.
Then Andrew with another glance at the clouds, now violet on a grey sky, said he must really be off. Upon which Tom observed: Dont come here again.
You old rascal, Tom! cried Andrew, swinging over the table: its quite jolly for us to be hob-a-nobbing together once more. Gad!no, we wont though! I promisedHarriet. Eh? What say, Tom?
Nother pint, Nan?
Tom shook his head in a roguishly-cosy, irresistible way. Andrew, from a shake of denial and resolve, fell into the same; and there sat the two brothersa jolly picture.
The hour was ten, when Andrew Cogglesby, comforted by Toms remark, that he, Tom, had a wig, and that he, Andrew, would have a wigging, left the Aurora; and he left it singing a song. Tom Cogglesby still sat at his table, holding before him Evans letter, of which he had got possession; and knocking it round and round with a stroke of the forefinger, to the tune of, Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, pothecary, ploughboy, thief; each profession being sounded as a corner presented itself to the point of his nail. After indulging in this species of incantation for some length of time, Tom Cogglesby read the letter from beginning to end, and called peremptorily for pen, ink, and paper.
CHAPTER IX. THE COUNTESS IN LOW SOCIETY
By dint of stratagems worthy of a Court intrigue, the Countess de Saldar contrived to traverse the streets of Lymport, and enter the house where she was born, unsuspected and unseen, under cover of a profusion of lace and veil and mantilla, which only her heroic resolve to keep her beauties hidden from the profane townspeople could have rendered endurable beneath the fervid summer sun. Dress in a foreign style she must, as without it she lost that sense of superiority, which was the only comfort to her in her tribulations. The period of her arrival was ten days subsequent to the burial of her father. She had come in the coach, like any common mortal, and the coachman, upon her request, had put her down at the Governors house, and the guard had knocked at the door, and the servant had informed her that General Hucklebridge was not the governor of Lymport, nor did Admiral Combleman then reside in the town; which tidings, the coach then being out of sight, it did not disconcert the Countess to hear; and she reached her mother, having, at least, cut off communication with the object of conveyance.
The Countess kissed her mother, kissed Mrs. Fiske, and asked sharply for Evan. Mrs. Fiske let her know that Evan was in the house.
Where? inquired the Countess. I have news of the utmost importance for him. I must see him.
Where is he, aunt? said Mrs. Fiske. In the shop, I think; I wonder he did not see you passing, Louisa.
The Countess went bolt down into a chair.
Go to him, Jane, said Mrs. Mel. Tell him Louisa is here, and dont return.
Mrs. Fiske departed, and the Countess smiled.
Thank you, Mama! you know I never could bear that odious, vulgar little woman. Oh, the heat! You talk of Portugal! And, oh! poor dear Papa! what I have suffered!
Flapping her laces for air, and wiping her eyes for sorrow, the Countess poured a flood of sympathy into her mothers ears and then said:
But you have made a great mistake, Mama, in allowing Evan to put his foot into that place. Hebeloved of an heiress! Why, if an enemy should hear of it, it would ruin himpositively blast himfor ever. And that she loves him I have proof positive. Yes; with all her frankness, the little thing cannot conceal that from me now. She loves him! And I desire you to guess, Mama, whether rivals will not abound? And what enemy so much to be dreaded as a rival? And what revelation so awful as that he has stood in ain aboutique?
Mrs. Mel maintained her usual attitude for listening. It had occurred to her that it might do no good to tell the grand lady, her daughter; of Evans resolution, so she simply said, It is discipline for him, and left her to speak a private word with the youth.
Timidly the Countess inspected the furniture of the apartment, taking chills at the dingy articles she saw, in the midst of her heat. That she should have sprung from this! The thought was painful; still she could forgive Providence so much. But should it ever be known she had sprung from this! Alas! she felt she never could pardon such a dire betrayal. She had come in good spirits, but the mention of Evans backsliding had troubled her extremely, and though she did not say to herself, What was the benefit resulting from her fathers dying, if Evan would be so base-minded? she thought the thing indefinitely, and was forming the words on her mouth, One Harrington in a shop is equal to all! when Evan appeared alone.
Why, goodness gracious! wheres your moustache? cried the Countess.
Gone the way of hair! said Evan, coldly stooping to her forehead.
Such a distinction! the Countess continued, reproachfully. Why, mon Dieu! one could hardly tell you; as you look now, from the very commonest tradesmanif you were not rather handsome and something of a figure. Its a disguise, Evando you know that?
And I ve parted with itthat s all, said Evan. No more disguises for me!
The Countess immediately took his arm, and walked with him to a window. His face was certainly changed. Murmuring that the air of Lymport was bad for him, and that he must leave it instantly, she bade him sit and attend to what she was about to say.
While you have been here, degenerating, Evan, day by dayas you always do out of my sightdegenerating! no less a word!I have been slaving in your interests. Yes; I have forced the Jocelyns socially to acknowledge us. I have not slept; I have eaten bare morsels. Do abstinence and vigils clear the wits? I know not! but indeed they have enabled me to do more in a week than would suffice for a lifetime. Hark to me. I have discovered Roses secret. Si! It is so! Rose loves you. You blush; you blush like a girl. She loves you, and you have let yourself be seen in a shop! Contrast me the two things. Oh! in verity, dreadful as it is, one could almost laugh. But the moment I lose sight of you, my instructions vanish as quickly as that hair on your superior lip, which took such time to perfect. Alas! you must grow it again immediately. Use any perfumers contrivance. Rowland! I have great faith in Rowland. Without him, I believe, there would have been many bald women committing suicide! You remember the bottle I gave to the Count de Villa Flor? Countess, he said to me, you have saved this egg-shell from a crack by helping to cover itfor so he called his headthe top, you know, was beginning to shine like an egg. And I do fear me he would have done it. Ah! you do not conceive what the dread of baldness is! To a woman deathdeath is preferable to baldness! Baldness is death! And a wiga wig! Oh, horror! total extinction is better than to rise again in a wig! But you are young, and play with hair. But I was saying, I went to see the Jocelyns. I was introduced to Sir Franks and his lady and the wealthy grandmother. And I have an invitation for you, Evanyou unmannered boy, that you do not bow! A gentle incline forward of the shoulders, and the eyes fixed softly, your upper lids drooping triflingly, as if you thanked with gentle sincerity, but were indifferent. Well, well, if you will not! An invitation for you to spend part of the autumn at Beckley Court, the ancestral domain, where there will be company the nobles of the land! Consider that. You say it was bold in me to face them after that horrible man committed us on board the vessel? A Harrington is anything but a coward. I did go and because I am devoted to your interests. That very morning, I saw announced in the paper, just beneath poor Andrews hand, as he held it up at the breakfast-table, reading it, I saw among the deaths, Sir Abraham Harrington, of Torquay, Baronet, of quinsy! Twice that good man has come to my rescue! Oh! I welcomed him as a piece of Providence! I turned and said to Harriet, I see they have put poor Papa in the paper. Harriet was staggered. I took the paper from Andrew, and pointed it to her. She has no readiness. She has had no foreign training. She could not comprehend, and Andrew stood on tiptoe, and peeped. He has a bad cough, and coughed himself black in the face. I attribute it to excessive bad manners and his cold feelings. He left the room. I reproached Harriet. But, oh! the singularity of the excellent fortune of such an event at such a time! It showed that our Harrington-luck had not forsaken us. I hurried to the Jocelyns instantly. Of course, it cleared away any suspicions aroused in them by that horrible man on board the vessel. And the tears I wept for Sir Abraham, Evan, in verity they were tears of deep and sincere gratitude! What is your mouth knitting the corners at? Are you laughing?
Evan hastily composed his visage to the melancholy that was no counterfeit in him just then.
Yes, continued the Countess, easily reassured, I shall ever feel a debt to Sir Abraham Harrington, of Torquay. I dare say we are related to him. At least he has done us more service than many a rich and titled relative. No one supposes he would acknowledge poor Papa. I can forgive him that, Evan! The Countess pointed out her finger with mournful and impressive majesty, As we look down on that monkey, people of rank and consideration in society look on what poor dear Papa was.
This was partly true, for Jacko sat on a chair, in his favourite attitude, copied accurately from the workmen of the establishment at their labour with needle and thread. Growing cognizant of the infamy of his posture, the Countess begged Evan to drive him out of her sight, and took a sniff at her smelling-bottle.
She went on: Now, dear Van, you would hear of your sweet Rose?
Not a word! Evan hastily answered.
Why, what does this indicate? Whims! Then you do love?
I tell you, Louisa, I dont want to hear a word of any of them, said Evan, with an angry gleam in his eyes. They are nothing to me, nor I to them. Imy walk in life is not theirs.
Faint heart! faint heart! the Countess lifted a proverbial forefinger.
Thank heaven, I shall have the consolation of not going about, and bowing and smirking like an impostor! Evan exclaimed.
There was a wider intelligence in the Countesss arrested gaze than she chose to fashion into speech.
I knew, she said, I knew how the air of this horrible Lymport would act on you. But while I live, Evan, you shall not sink in the sludge. You, with all the pains I have lavished on you! and with your presence!for you have a presence, so rare among young men in this England! You, who have been to a Court, and interchanged bows with duchesses, and I know not what besidesnay, I do not accuse you; but if you had not been a mere boy, and an English boy-poor Eugenia herself confessed to me that you had a looka tender cleaving of the underlidsthat made her catch her hand to her heart sometimes: it reminded her so acutely of false Belmarafa. Could you have had a greater compliment than that? You shall not stop here another day!