There is a funeral and c.r.a.pe and weeping, and "callings to inquire,"

then the intelligence gets abroad amongst mere acquaintances and utter strangers, a line in the _Times_ proclaims our decease to the world.

Ere it has reached the colonies we are well-nigh forgotten at home.

Mrs. Kettering was at rest in her grave; the General was full of his arrangements and his responsibilities; Charlie was back amongst his mathematics and his cricket and his Greek and Latin; the servants were looking out for fresh places; and the life that had disappeared from the surface was forgotten by all. By all save one; for still Blanche was gazing on the waters and mourning for her mother.

CHAPTER V

UNCLE BALDWIN

NEWTON-HOLLOWS AND ITS GROUNDS--BACHELORS' BILLETS--THE HEIRESS AND HER COMPANION--GENERAL BOUNCE--A GENTLEMAN FARMER--THE LADIES' CLUB--A WOMAN'S IDEAL

In an unpretending corner of the "Guyville Guide and Midland Counties'

Directory" a few lines are devoted to inform the tourist that "Newton-Hollows, post-town Guyville, in the Hundred of Cow-capers, is the seat of Major-General Bounce, etc., etc., etc. The lover of the picturesque obtains, from the neighbourhood of this mansion, a magnificent view, comprising no less than seventeen churches, a vast expanse of wood and meadow-land, the distant spires of Bubbleton, and the imposing outline of the famous Castle Guy." Doubtless all these beauties might have been conspicuous had the adventurous tourist chosen to climb one of the lofty elms with which the house was surrounded; but from the alt.i.tude of his own stature he was obliged to content himself with a far less extensive landscape, seeing that the country was closely wooded, and as flat as his hand. But Newton-Hollows was one of those sweet little places, self-contained and compact, that require no distant views, no s.h.a.ggy scenery, no "rough heath and rugged wood," to enhance their charm. Magnificent old timber, "the oak and the ash, and the bonny ivy tree," to say nothing of elms and chestnuts, dotted the meadows and pastures in which the mansion was snugly ensconced. People driving up, or rather along, the level approach, were at a loss to make out where the farms ended and the park began. Well-kept lawns, that looked as if they were fresh mown every morning, swept up to the drawing-room windows, opening to the ground; not a leaf was strewn on sward or gravel; not a weed, nor even a daisy, permitted to show its modest head above the surface; and as for a rake, roller, or a gardener's hat being left in a place where such instruments have no business, why, the General would have made the unfortunate delinquent eat it--rake, roller, or "wide-a-awake"--and discharged him besides on the spot. No wonder the flower-garden adjoining the conservatory, which again opened into the drawing-room, looked so trim and well-kept: "Master's" hobby was a garden, and, though utterly ignorant of the names, natures, and treatment of plants, he liked to see every variety in his possession, and spared no expense on their cultivation; and so a head gardener and five subalterns carried off all the prizes at the Bubbleton and Guyville horticulturals; and the General complained that he could never get a nosegay for his table, nor a bit of fruit for his dessert fit to eat. Yet were there worse "billets" in this working world than Newton-Hollows. The Bubbleton "swells" and county dignitaries found it often "suit their hunting arrangements" to go, over-night, and dine with "old Bounce." He would always "put up a hack for you," than which no effort of hospitality makes a man more deservedly popular in a hunting country; and his dinners, his Indian dishes, his hot pickles, his dry champagne, his wonderful claret ("not a headache in a hogshead, sir," the General would say, with a frown of defiance), were all in keeping with the snug, comfortable appearance of his dwelling, and the luxurious style which men who have served long in the army, and often been obliged to "rough it," know so well how to enjoy. Then there was no pretension about the thing whatever. The house, though it ranged over a considerable extent of ground, particularly towards the offices, was only two storeys high--"a mere cottage," its owner called it; but a cottage in which the apartments were all roomy and well-proportioned, in which enough "married couples could be put up"

to furnish a very good-sized dinner-table, and the bachelors (we like to put in a word for our fellow-sufferers) were as comfortably accommodated as their more fortunate a.s.sociates, who travelled with wives, imperials, cap-boxes, and ladies'-maids.

It is a bad plan to accustom unmarried gentlemen to think they can do without their comforts; it makes them hardy and independent, and altogether averse to the coddling and care and confinement with which they expect to find matrimony abound. As we go through the world, in our desolate celibacy, we see the net spread in sight of many a bird, and we generally remark, that the meshes which most surely entangle the game are those of self-indulgence and self-applause. You _must_ gild the wires, and pop a lump of sugar between them too, if you would have the captive flutter willingly into the cage. When young Coelebs comes home from hunting or shooting, and has to divest himself of his clammy leathers or dirt-enc.u.mbered gaiters in a room without a fire and with a cracked pane in the window, he takes no pleasure in his adornment, but hurries over his toilet, or perhaps begins to smoke.

This should be avoided: we have known a quiet cigar do away with the whole effect of a bran-new pink bonnet. But if, on the contrary, he finds a warm, luxurious room, plenty of hot water, wax candles on the dressing-table, and a becoming looking-gla.s.s, the quarry lingers over the tie of its neckcloth with a pleasing conviction that that is not half a bad-looking fellow grinning opposite, and moreover that there is a "deuced _lovable_ girl" down-stairs, who seems to be of the same opinion. So the thing works: vows are exchanged, _trousseaux_ got ready, settlements drawn out, the lawyers thrive, and fools are multiplied. Had Newton-Hollows belonged to a designing matron, instead of an unmarried general officer, it might have become a perfect mart for the exchanges of beauty and valour. Hunting men are pretty usually a marrying race; whether it be from daily habits of recklessness, a bold disregard of the adage which advises "to look before you leap,"

or a general thick-headedness and want of circ.u.mspection, the red-coated Nimrod falls an easy prey to any fair enslaver who may think him worth the trouble of subjection; and for one alliance that has been negotiated in the stifling atmosphere of a London ball-room, twenty owe their existence to the fresh breezes, the haphazard events, and surrounding excitement of the hunting-field.

General Bounce's guests, as was natural in the country where he resided, were mostly men like mad Tom,

"Whose chiefest care Was horse to ride and weapon wear;"

nor, like him, would they have objected to place gloves in their caps or carry any other favours which might demonstrate their own powers of fascination, and their rank in the good graces of the heiress. Yes, there was an heiress now at Newton-Hollows. Popular as had always been the General's hospitality, he was now besieged with hints, and advances, and innuendoes, having for their object an invitation to his house. What a choice of scamps might he have had, all ready and willing to marry his niece--all anxious, if possible, to obtain even a peep "of that little Miss Kettering, not yet out of the school-room, who is to have ever so many hundred thousand pounds, and over whom old Bounce keeps watch and ward like a fiery dragon."

But the pa.s.sing years have little altered Blanche's sweet and simple character, though they have rounded her figure and added to her beauty. She is to "come out" next spring, and already the world is talking of her charms and her expectations. A pretty picture is so much prettier in a gilt frame, and she will probably begin life with the ball at her foot; yet is there the same soft, artless expression in her countenance that it wore at St. Swithin's ere her mother's death--the same _essence_ of beauty, independent of colouring and features, which may be traced in really charming people from the cradle to the grave, which made Blanche a willing child, is now enhancing the loveliness of her womanhood, and will probably leave her a very pleasant-looking old lady.

"And Charlie comes home to-morrow," says Blanche, tripping along the gravel walk that winds through those well-kept shrubberies. "I wonder if he's at all the sort of person you fancy, and whether you will think him as perfect as I do?"

"Probably not, my dear," replied her companion, whose stately gait contrasted amusingly with Blanche's light and playful gestures.

"People seldom come up to one's ideas of them; and I am sure it is not your fault if I do not expect to meet a perfect hero of romance in your cousin." We ought to know those low thrilling tones; we ought to recognise the majestic figure--the dark sweeping dress--the braided hair and cla.s.sical features of that pale, serious face. Mary Delaval is still the handsome governess; and Blanche would rather part with her beauty or her bullfinch, or any of her most prized earthly possessions, than that dear duenna, who, having finished her education, is now residing with her in the dubious capacity of part chaperon, part teacher, and part friend.

"Well, dear, he _is_ a hero," replied Blanche, who always warmed on _that_ subject. "Let me see which of my heroes he's most like: Prince Rupert--only he's younger and better-looking" (Blanche, though a staunch little cavalier, could not help a.s.sociating mature age and gravity with the flowing wigs in which most of her favourites of that period were depicted); "Claverhouse, only not so cruel,--he _is_ like Claverhouse in the face, I think, Mrs. Delaval; or 'bonnie Prince Charlie'; or Ivanhoe,--yes, Ivanhoe, that's the one; he's as brave and as gentle; and Mr. Hardingstone, whose life he saved, you know, says he rides most beautifully, and will make a capital officer."

"And which of the heroes is Mr. Hardingstone, Blanche?" said her friend, in her usual measured tones. Blanche blushed.

"Oh, I can't understand Mr. Hardingstone," said she; "I think he's odd-_ish_, and quite unlike other people; then he looks through one so. Mrs. Delaval, I think it's quite rude to stare at people as if you thought they were not telling the truth. But he's good-looking, too,"

added the young lady, reflectively; "only not to be compared with Charlie."

"Of course not," rejoined her friend; "but it is fortunate that we are to enjoy the society of this Paladin till he joins his regiment--Lancers, are they not? Well, we must hope, Blanche, to use the language of your favourites of the middle ages, that he may prove a lamb among ladies, as he is doubtless a lion among lancers."

"Dear Charlie! how he will enjoy his winter. He is so fond of hunting; and he is to have Hyacinth, and Haphazard, and Mayfly to ride for his own--so kind of Uncle Baldwin; but I must be off to put some flowers in his room," quoth Blanche, skipping along the walk as young ladies will, when un.o.bserved by masculine eyes; "he may arrive at any moment, he's such an uncertain boy."

"Zounds! you've broke it, you fiddle-headed brute!" exclaimed a choleric voice from the further side of a thick laurel hedge, startling the ladies most unceremoniously, and preparing them for the spectacle of a st.u.r.dy black cob trotting rebelliously down the farm road, with a fragment of his bridle dangling from his head, the remaining portion being firmly secured to a gate-post, at which the self-willed animal had been tied up in vain. Another instant brought the owner of the voice and late master of the cob into the presence of Mrs. Delaval and his niece. It was no less a person than General Bounce.

"Uncle Baldwin, Uncle Baldwin," exclaimed Blanche, who turned him round her finger as she did the rest of the establishment, "where have you been all day? You promised to drive me out--you know you did, you wicked, hard-hearted man."

"Been, my dear?" replied the General, in a tone of softness contrasting strangely with the flushed and vehement bearing of his outward man; "at that--(no, I will _not_ swear)--at that doubly accursed farm. Would you believe the infernal stupidity of the people--(excuse me, Mrs. Delaval)--men with heads on their shoulders, and hair, and front teeth like other people--and they've sent the black bull to Bubbleton without winkers--without winkers, as I live by bread; but I won't be answerable for the consequences,--no, I won't make good any damages originating in such carelessness; no, not if there's law in England or justice under heaven! But, my sweet Blanche," added the General, in a tone of amiable piano, the more remarkable for the forte of his previous observations, "I'll go and get ready this instant, my darling; you shan't be disappointed; I'll order the pony-carriage forthwith. Holloa! you, sir; only let me catch you--only let me catch you, that's all; I'll trounce you as sure as my name's Bounce!" and the General, without waiting for any further explanation, darted off in pursuit of an idle village boy, whom he espied in the very act, _flagrante delicto_, of trespa.s.sing on a pathway which the lord of the manor had been several years vainly endeavouring to shut up.

General Bounce was such a medley as can only be produced by the action of a tropical sun on a vigorous, sanguine Anglo-Saxon temperament.

Specimens are becoming scarcer every day. They are seldom to be met with in our conventional and well-behaved country, though here and there, flitting about a certain club celebrated for its curries, they may be discovered even in the heart of the metropolis. On board transports, men-of-war, mail-steamers, and such-like government conveyances, they are more at home; in former days they were occasionally visible inside our long coaches, where they invariably made a difficulty about the window; but in the colonies they are to be seen in their highest state of cultivation; as a general rule, the hotter the climate, the more perfect the specimen.

Our friend the General was a very phoenix of his kind. In person he was short, stout, square, and active, with black twinkling eyes and a round, clean-shaved face--small-featured and good-humoured-looking, but choleric withal. His naturally florid complexion had been baked into a deep red-brown by his Indian campaigns. If Pythagoras was right in his doctrine concerning the transmigration of souls, the General's must have previously inhabited the person of a st.u.r.dy, snappish black-and-tan terrier. In manner he was alternately marvellously winning and startlingly abrupt, the transition being instantaneous; whilst in character he was decided, energetic, and impracticable, though both rash and obstinate, with an irritable temper and an affectionate heart. He had seen service in India, and by his own account had not only experienced sundry hair-breadth 'scapes bordering on the romantic, but likewise witnessed such strange sights and vagaries as fall to the lot of few, save those whose bodily vision is a.s.sisted by that imaginative faculty denominated "the mind's eye."

The General was a great disciplinarian, and piqued himself much upon the order in which he kept the females of his establishment, Blanche especially, whose lightest word, by the way, was his law. Indeed, like many old bachelors, he entertained a reverence almost superst.i.tious for the opposite s.e.x, and a few tears shed at the right moment would always bear the delinquent harmless, whatever the misdemeanour for which she was taken to task. The men, indeed, found him more troublesome to deal with, and the newly-arrived were somewhat alarmed at his violent language and impetuous demeanour; but the older servants always "took the bull by the horns" fearlessly and at once, nor in the end did they ever fail to get their own way with a master who, to use their peculiar language, "was easily upset, though he soon came round again." What made the General an infinitely less disagreeable man in society than he otherwise would have been, was the fact of his having a farm, which farm served him as a safety-valve to carry off all the irritation that could not but acc.u.mulate in an easy, uneventful life, dest.i.tute of real grievances as of the stirring, active scenes to which he had been accustomed in his earlier days. If a gentleman finds it indispensable to his health that he should be continually in hot water--that he should always have something to grumble at, something to disappoint him, let him take to farming--his own land or another's, it is immaterial which; but let him "occupy,"

as it is called, a certain number of acres--and we will warrant him as much "worry" and "annoyance" as the most "tonic"-craving disposition can desire. Let us accompany our retired warrior to his farm-yard, whither, after an ineffectual chase, he at length followed his black pony, forgetful of Blanche and the drive, on which, in the now shortening daylight, it was already too late to embark.

In the first place, the bull was come back--he had been to Bubbleton _minus_ his winkers, but no one in that salubrious town caring to purchase a bull, he had returned to his indigenous pastures and his disgusted owner--therefore must the bailiff hazard an excuse and a consolation, in which the words "poor," and "stock," and the "fair on the fifteenth," are but oil to the flame.

"Fair! he'll be as thin as a whipping-post in a week--if anybody bids five shillings for him at the fair, I'll eat him, horns and all! What weight are those sheep?" adds the General, abruptly turning to another subject, and somewhat confusing his deliberate overseer by the suddenness of the inquiry. "Now those turnips are not fit for sheep! I tell you they ought to be three times the size. Zounds, man, _will_ you grow larger turnips? And have I not countermanded those infernal iron hurdles a hundred times? a thousand times!! a hundred thousand times!!! Give _me_ the pail, you lop-eared buffoon--do you call _that_ the way to feed a pig?" and the General, seizing the bucket from an astonished chaw-bacon, who stood aghast, as if he thought his master was mad, managed to spill the greater part of the contents over his own person and gaiters, rendering a return home absolutely indispensable. He stumped off accordingly, giving a parting direction to some of his myrmidons to catch the black cob, in as mild a tone and with as good-humoured a countenance as if he had been in this heavenly frame of mind the whole afternoon.

Now the General, when he first began to live alone, and to miss the constant interchange of ideas which a military life encourages, had acquired a habit of discoursing to himself on such subjects as were most interesting to him at the time; so as he toddled merrily along, much relieved by the bucolic blow-up, and admired his st.u.r.dy legs and swung his short arms, all the way up the long gravel-walk towards the house, his thoughts framed themselves into a string of disjointed sentences, now muttered scarcely above a whisper, now spoken boldly out in an audible tone, which would have led a stranger to suppose he was carrying on a conversation with some one on the other side of the screening Portugal laurels. "Thick-headed fellows, these b.u.mpkins," soliloquised the General, "not like my old friends at Fool-a-pore--could make them skip about to some purpose: there's nothing like a big stick for a n.i.g.g.e.r--never mind. I'm young enough to begin again--man of iron--what an arm! what a leg! might have married a dozen peeresses, and beauties by hundreds--didn't though. Now, there's Blanche; I shall have fifty fellows all after her before Christmas--sharp dogs if they think they can weather old Bounce--Rummagee Bang couldn't. By the by, I haven't told Mrs. Delaval that story yet--clever woman, and good judgment--admires my character, I'll bet a million--an officer's daughter, too, and what a magnificent figure she has--Bounce, you're an old fool! As for Charlie, he shall stay here all the winter; there's mettle in that lad, and if I can't lick him into shape I'm a Dutchman. He'll show 'em the way with the hounds, and I'll put him up to a thing or two, the young scamp.

Snaffles! Snaffles!!" roared the General, as he concluded his monologue, and pa.s.sed the stables on his way to the house, "don't take any of the horses out to-morrow till you get your orders. Do you _hear_ me? man alive!" And by this time, having reached home, he stumped off to dress for dinner, keeping up a running fire along the pa.s.sages, as he discovered here a hearth-broom, and there a coal-scuttle, ready for him to break his shins over, and observed the usual plate and tea-cup standing sentry at each of the ladies' doors.

We may be sure that not the least comfortable of the rooms at Newton-Hollows was especially appropriated as Blanche's own, and that young lady was now sitting opposite a gla.s.s that reflected a smiling face, enduring with patience and resignation the ceremony of having "her hair done." A French maid, named "Rosine," a very pretty subst.i.tute for bilious-looking Gingham, was working away at the ivory-handled brushes, and occasionally letting fall a thick glossy ringlet athwart the snow-white cape in which the process of adornment was submitted to, whilst Mary Delaval, buried in an arm-chair drawn close to the blazing fire, and enveloped in a dressing-gown, with an open book in her hand, was quietly listening to Blanche's remarks on things in general, and her own self and prospects in particular.

That hour before dinner is the period chosen by women for their most confidential intercourse, and the enjoyment of what they call "a cozy chat." When Damon, in the small hours, smokes a cigar with Pythias, more especially if such an indulgence be treason against the rules of the house, he opens his heart to his fellow-trespa.s.ser, in a manner of which, next morning, he has but a faint recollection. He confides to him his differences with "the governor," his financial embarra.s.sments, the unsoundness of his horses and his heart, the latter possession much damaged by certain blue eyes in the neighbourhood; he details to him the general scandal with which he is conversant, and binding him by promises of eternal secrecy, proceeds deliberately to demolish the fair fame of maid and matron who enjoy the advantage of his acquaintance; finally, he throws his cigar-end beneath the grate and betakes him "to perch," as he calls it, with an infatuated persuasion that the confidences which he has broken, will be respected by his listener, and that his debts, his difficulties, his peccadilloes, and the lameness of his bay mare, will not form the subject of conversation to-morrow night, when he, Damon, has gone back to London, and Pythias takes out his case to smoke a cigar with Dionysius. But the ladies by this time are fast asleep, dreaming, bless them, as it shall please Queen Mab--they must not wither their roses by sitting up too late, and though tolerant of smoking sometimes, they do not practise that abomination themselves, so tea-time is _their_ hour of gossip, and heartily they enjoy the refreshment, both of mind and body, ere they come down demure and charming, in low evening dresses, with little or no appet.i.te for dinner.

"Never mind Rosine," said Blanche, as that attendant concluded an elaborate plait by the insertion of an enormous hair-pin; "she can't speak a word of English. I agree with you that it is very charming to be an heiress, and I shall enjoy 'coming out,' and doing what I like; but I wish, too, sometimes, that I were a man; I feel so restrained, so useless, so incapable of doing any good. Mrs. Delaval, I think women are shamefully kept back; why shouldn't we have professions and employments? not that I should like to be a soldier or a sailor, because I am not brave, but I do feel as if I was fit for something greater than tying up flowers or puzzling through worsted work."

"There was a time when I, too, thought the same," replied Mary, "but depend upon it, my dear, that you may do an infinity of good in the station which is a.s.signed you. I used to fancy it would be so n.o.ble to be a man, and to do something grand, and heroic, and disinterested; but look at half the men we see, Blanche, and tell me if you would like to change places with one of them. Caring only for their dress, their horses, and their dinners, they will tell you themselves, and think they are philosophers for saying so, 'that they are easy, good-tempered fellows, and if they can only get enough to eat, and lots of good hunting and good claret, they are perfectly satisfied.'

Indeed, my dear, I think we have the best of it; we are more resigned, more patient, more contented; we have more to bear, and we bear it better--more to detach us from this world, and to wean us from being entirely devoted to ourselves. No, I had rather be a woman, with all her imperfections, than one of those lords of the creation, such as we generally find them."

"But still there are great men, Mrs. Delaval, even in these days. Do you think they are all selfish and egotistical, and care only for indulgences?"

"Heaven forbid, my dear; I only argue from the generality. My idea of man," said Mary, kindling as she went on in her description, "is that he should be brave, generous, and unselfish; stored with learning, which he uses not for display, but for a purpose; careless of vanity and frivolous distinction; reliant on himself and his own high motives; deep and penetrating in his mental powers, with a lofty view of the objects of existence, and the purposes for which we are here.

What does it signify whether such a one is good-looking in person or taking in manner? But as I am describing a hero, I will say his frame should be robust and his habits simple, to harmonise with the vigour of his intellect and the singleness of his character."

"You have described Mr. Hardingstone exactly," exclaimed Blanche, with rising colour, and a feeling not quite of pleasure at her heart. Yet what signified it to her that Mary Delaval's Quixotic idea of a pattern man should typify so precisely her old friend Frank? Mary had never seen him; and even if she had, what was that to Blanche? Yet somehow she had taught herself from childhood to consider him her own property; probably because he was such a friend of Charlie; and she was a thorough woman--though she fancied she ought to have been born a hero--and consequently very jealous of her rights, real or imaginary.

Silly Blanche! there was a sort of excitement, too, in talking about him, so she went on--"He is all that you have said, and people call him very good-looking besides, though I don't think him so;" and Blanche coloured as she spoke, and told Rosine not to pull her hair so hard.

"Well, my dear," said Mary, "then I should like to know him. But never mind the gentlemen, Blanche; there will be half-a-dozen here to dinner to-day. To return to yourself--you have a bright career before you, but never think it is traced out only for your own enjoyment. As a girl, you may in your position be an example to your equals, and a blessing to your dependents--think what a deal of good you can do even about a place like this; and then, should you marry, your influence may be the means of leading your husband and family into the right way. I have had a good deal of trouble, as you know, but I have always tried to remember, that to bear it patiently, and to do the best I could in my own path without repining, was to fulfil my destiny as n.o.bly as if I had been a dethroned queen, or a world-famous heroine.

No, my dear, this world is not a place only for dancing, and driving, and flirting, and dressing.--Good gracious! there's the dinner-bell!

and my hair not 'done' yet." And away Mary rushed in the midst of her lecture, to complete those arrangements which brought her out, some ten minutes afterwards, the handsomest woman within fifty miles of Guyville.

Notwithstanding the lofty aspirations of these ladies, their contempt for the approbation of the other s.e.x, and the short time they allowed themselves for adornment, two more tasteful and perfectly-finished toilettes have been seldom accomplished than those which at the well-lighted dinner-table enhanced the attractions of the pretty heiress and her handsome governess.

CHAPTER VI

THE BLIND BOY

THE GRUB BECOMES A b.u.t.tERFLY--FAREWELL AND HOW D'YE DO--NOT WHAT WAS EXPECTED--THE GENERAL'S HOBBY--BLANCHE'S BIRTHDAY--FAMILY ARRANGEMENTS--"GIVE YOU JOY"--A COUNTRY DINNER-PARTY--TURNING THE TABLES--"THE COQUETTE"