Lucilla, now nearly fourteen, looked younger from the unusual smallness of her stature, and the exceeding delicacy of her features and complexion, and she would never have been imagined to be two years the senior of the handsome-faced, large-limbed young Saxon who had so far outstripped her in height; and yet there was something in those deep blue eyes, that on a second glance proclaimed a keen intelligence as much above her age as her appearance was below it.
Whats the matter? said she, rather suddenly.
Yes, sweetest Honey, added the boy, you look bothered. Is that rascal not paying his rent?
No! she said, it is a different matter entirely. What do you think of an invitation to Castle Blanch?
For us all? asked Owen.
Yes, all, to meet your Uncle Christopher, the last week in August.
Why cant he come here? asked Lucilla.
I believe we must go, said Honora. You ought to know both your uncles, and they should be consulted before Owen goes to school.
I wonder if they will examine me, said Owen. How they will stare to find Sweet Honeys teaching as good as all their preparatory schools.
Conceited boy.
Im not conceitedonly in my teacher. Mr. Henderson said I should take as good a place as Robert Fulmort did at Winchester, after four years in that humbugging place at Elverslope.
We cant go! cried Lucilla. Its the last week of Robins holidays!
Well done, Lucy! and both Honor and Owen laughed heartily.
It is nothing to me, said she, tossing her head, only I thought Cousin Honor thought it good for him.
You may stay at home to do him good, laughed Owen; Im sure I dont want him. You are very welcome, such a bore as he is.
Now, Owen.
Honey dear, I do take my solemn affidavit that I have tried my utmost to be friends with him, said Owen; but he is such a fellownever has the least notion beyond Winchester routineLatin and Greek, cricket and football.
Youll soon be a schoolboy yourself, said Lucilla.
Then I shant make such an ass of myself, returned Owen.
Robin is a very good boy, I believe, said Honor.
Thats the worst of him! cried Lucilla, running away and clapping the door after her as she went.
Well, I dont know, said Owen, very seriously, he says he does not care about the Saints days because he has no one to get him leave out.
I remember, said Honor, with a sweet smile of tender memory, when to me the merit of Saints days was that they were your fathers holidays.
Yes, youll send me to Westminster, and be always coming to Woolstone-lane, said Owen.
Your uncles must decide, she said, half mournfully, half proudly; you are getting to be a big boypast me, Oney.
It brought her a roughly playful caress, and he added, Youve got the best right, Im sure.
I had thought of Winchester, she said. Robert would be a friend.
Owen made a face, and caused her to laugh, while scandalizing her by humming, Not there, not there, my child.
Well, be it where it may, you had better look over your Virgil, while I go down to my practical Georgics with Brooks.
Owen obeyed. He was like a spirited horse in a leash of silk. Strong, fearless, and manly, he was still perfectly amenable to her, and had never shown any impatience of her rule. She had taught him entirely herself, and both working together with a thorough good will, she had rendered him a better classical scholar, as all judges allowed, than most boys of the same age, and far superior to them in general cultivation; and she should be proud to convince Captain Charteris that she had not made him the mollycoddle that was obviously anticipated. The other relatives, who had seen the children in their yearly visits to London, had always expressed unqualified satisfaction, though not advancing much in the good graces of Lucy and Owen. But Honor thought the public school ought to be left to the selection of the two uncles, though she wished to be answerable for the expense, both there and at the university. The provision inherited by her charges was very slender, for, contrary to all expectation, old Mr. Sandbrooks property had descended in another quarter, and there was barely £5000 between the two.
To preserve this untouched by the expenses of education was Honoras object, and she hoped to be able to smooth their path in life by occasional assistance, but on principle she was determined to make them independent of her, and she had always made it known that she regarded it as her duty to Humfrey that her Hiltonbury property should be destinedif not to the apocryphal American Charlecoteto a relation of their mutual great-grandmother.
Cold invitations had been given and declined, but this one was evidently in earnest, and the consideration of the captain decided Honora on accepting it, but not without much murmuring from Lucilla. Caroline and Horatia were detestable grown-up young ladies, her aunt was horrid, Castle Blanch was the slowest place in the world; she should be shut up in some abominable school-room to do fancy-work, and never to get a bit of fun. Even the being reminded of Wrapworth and its associations only made her more cross. She was of a nature to fly from thought or feelingshe was keen to perceive, but hated reflection, and from the very violence of her feelings, she unconsciously abhorred any awakening of them, and steeled herself by levity.
Her distaste only gave way in Roberts presence, when she appeared highly gratified by the change, certain that Castle Blanch would be charming, and her cousin the Life-guardsman especially so. The more disconsolate she saw Robert, the higher rose her spirits, and his arrival to see the party off sent her away in open triumph, glorifying her whole cousinhood without a civil word to him; but when seated in the carriage she launched at him a drawing, the favourite work of her leisure hours, broke into unrestrained giggling at his grateful surprise, and ere the wood was past, was almost strangled with sobs.
Castle Blanch was just beyond the suburbs of London, in complete country, but with an immense neighbourhood, and not half-an-hour by train from town. Honora drove all the way, to enjoy the lovely Thames scenery to the full. They passed through Wrapworth, and as they did so, Lucilla chattered to the utmost, while Honora stole her hand over Owens and gently pressed it. He returned the squeeze with interest, and looked up in her face with a loving smilemother and home were not wanting to him!
About two miles further on, and not in the same parish, began the Castle Blanch demesne. The park sloped down to the Thames, and was handsome, and quite full of timber, and the mansion, as the name imported, had been built in the height of pseudo-Gothic, with a formidable keep-looking tower at each corner, but the fortification below consisting of glass; the sham cloister, likewise glass windows, for drawing-room, music-room, and conservatory; and jutting out far in advance, a great embattled gateway, with a sham portcullis, and doors fit to defy an army.
Three men-servants met the guests in the hall, and Mrs. Charteris received them in the drawing-room, with the woman-of-the-world tact that Honora particularly hated; there was always such deference to Miss Charlecote, and such an assumption of affection for the children, and gratitude for her care of them, and Miss Charlecote had not been an heiress early enough in life for such attentions to seem matters of course.
It was explained that there was no school-room at present, and as a girl of Lucillas age, who was already a guest, joined the rest of the party at dinner, it was proposed that she and her brother should do the same, provided Miss Charlecote did not object. Honor was really glad of the gratification for Lucilla, and Mrs. Charteris agreed with her before she had time to express her opinion as to girls being kept back or brought forward.
It was explained that there was no school-room at present, and as a girl of Lucillas age, who was already a guest, joined the rest of the party at dinner, it was proposed that she and her brother should do the same, provided Miss Charlecote did not object. Honor was really glad of the gratification for Lucilla, and Mrs. Charteris agreed with her before she had time to express her opinion as to girls being kept back or brought forward.
Honor found herself lodged in great state, in a world of looking-glass that had perfectly scared her poor little Hiltonbury maiden, and with a large dressing-room, where she hoped to have seen a bed for Lucilla, but she found that the little girl was quartered in another story, near the cousins; and unwilling to imply distrust, and hating to incite obsequious compliance, she did not ask for any change, but only begged to see the room.
It was in a long passage whence doors opened every way, and one being left ajar, sounds of laughter and talking were heard in tones as if the young ladies were above good breeding in their private moments. Mrs. Charteris said something about her daughters morning-room, and was leading the way thither, when an unguarded voice exclaimedRouge dragon and all, and a start and suppressed laughter at the entrance of the newcomers gave an air of having been caught.
Four young ladies, in dégagé attitudes, were lounging round their afternoon refection of tea. Two, Caroline and Horatia Charteris, shook hands with Miss Charlecote, and kissed Lucilla, who still looked at them ungraciously, followed Honoras example in refusing their offer of tea, and only waiting to learn her own habitation, came down to her room to be dressed for dinner, and to criticize cousins, aunt, house and all. The cousins were not strikingboth were on a small scale, Caroline the best looking in features and complexion, but Horatia the most vivacious and demonstrative, and with an air of dash and fashion that was more effective than beauty. Lucilla, not sensible to these advantages, broadly declared both young ladies to be frights, and commented so freely on them to the willing ears of Owen, who likewise came in to go down under Sweet Honeys protection, as to call for a reproof from Honora, one of whose chief labours ever was to destroy the little ladys faith in beauty, and complacency in her own.
The latter sensation was strong in Honor herself, as she walked into the room between her beautiful pair, and contrasted Lucilla with her contemporary, a formed and finished young lady, all plaits, ribbons, and braceletsnot half so pleasing an object as the little maid in her white frock, blue sash, and short wavy hair, though maybe there was something quaint in such simplicity, to eyes trained by fashion instead of by good taste.
Here was Captain Charteris, just what he had been when he went away. How different from his stately, dull, wife-ridden elder brother. So brisk, and blunt, and eager, quite lifting his niece off her feet, and almost crushing her in his embrace, telling her she was still but a hop-o-my-thumb, and shaking hands with his nephew with a look of scrutiny that brought the blood to the boys cheek.
His eyes were never off the children while he was listening to Honora, and she perceived that what she said went for nothing; he would form his judgment solely by what he observed for himself.
At dinner, he was seated between Miss Charlecote and his niece, and Honora was pleased with him for his neglect of her and attention to his smaller neighbour, whose face soon sparkled with merriment, while his increasing animation proved that the saucy little woman was as usual enchanting him. Much that was very entertaining was passing about tiger-hunting, when at dessert, as he stretched out his arm to reach some water for her, she exclaimed, Why, Uncle Kit, you have brought away the marks! no use to deny it, the tigers did bite you.
The palm of his hand certainly bore in purple, marks resembling those of a set of teeth; and he looked meaningly at Honora, as he quietly replied, Something rather like a tigress.
Then it was a bite, Uncle Kit?
Yes, in a put-an-end-to-it tone, which silenced Lucilla, her tact being much more ready when concerned with the nobler sex.
In the drawing-room, Mrs. Charteriss civilities kept Honora occupied, while she saw Owen bursting with some request, and when at length he succeeded in claiming her attention, it was to tell her of his cousins offer to take him out shooting, and his elder uncles proviso that it must be with her permission. He had gone out with the careful gamekeeper at Hiltonbury, but this was a different matter, more trying to the nerves of those who stayed at home. However, Honora suspected that the uncles opinion of her competence to be trusted with Owen would be much diminished by any betrayal of womanly terrors, and she made her only conditions that he should mind Uncle Kit, and not go in front of the guns, otherwise he would never be taken out again, a menace which she judiciously thought more telling than that he would be shot.
By and by Mr. Charteris came to discuss subjects so interesting to her as a farmer, that it was past nine oclock before she looked round for her children. Healthy as Lucilla was, her frame was so slight and unsubstantial, and her spirits so excitable, that over-fatigue or irregularity always told upon her strength and temper; for which reason Honor had issued a decree that she should go to bed at nine, and spend two hours of every morning in quiet employment, as a counterbalance to the excitement of the visit.
Looking about to give the summons, Honor found that Owen had disappeared. Unnoticed, and wearied by the agricultural dialogue, he had hailed nine oclock as the moment of release, and crept off with unobtrusive obedience, which Honor doubly prized when she beheld his sister full of eagerness, among cousins and gentlemen, at the racing game. Strongly impelled to end it at once, Honor waited, however, till the little white horseman had reached the goal, and just as challenges to a fresh race were beginning, she came forward with her needful summons.
Oh, Miss Charlecote, how cruel! was the universal cry.
We cant spare all the life of our game! said Charles Charteris.
I solemnly declare we werent betting, cried Horatia. Come, the first evening
No, said Honor, smiling. I cant have her lying awake to be good for nothing to-morrow, as she will do if you entertain her too much.
Another night, then, you promise, said Charles.
I promise nothing but to do my best to keep her fit to enjoy herself. Come, Lucy.
The habit of obedience was fixed, but not the habit of conquering annoyance, and Lucilla went off doggedly. Honora would have accompanied her to soothe away her troubles, but her cousin Ratia ran after her, and Captain Charteris stood in the way, disposed to talk. Discipline, he said, approvingly.
Harsh discipline, I fear, it seemed to her, poor child, said Honor; but she is so excitable that I must try to keep her as quiet as possible.
Right, said the captain; I like to see a child a child still. You must have had some tussles with that little spirit.
A few, she said, smiling. She is a very good girl now, but it has been rather a contrast with her brother.
Ha! quoth the captain; and mindful of the milk-sop charge, Honora eagerly continued, You will soon see what a spirit he has! He rides very well, and is quite fearless. I have always wished him to be with other boys, and there are some very nice ones near usthey think him a capital cricketer, and you should see him run and vault.