Part 40 (1/2)

Inappropriate as Jacob Jessuron's neighbours may have deemed the t.i.tle of his estate--the Happy Valley--Herbert Vaughan had no reason to regard it as a misnomer. From the hour in which he entered upon his situation of book-keeper, it was a round of pleasures, rather than duties, that he found himself called upon to fulfil; and his new life, so far from being laboriously spent, was one continued scene, or series of scenes, of positive pastime.

Instead of keeping books, or looking after slaves--or, in short, doing anything that might be deemed useful--most of his time was spent in excursions, that had no other object than recreation or amus.e.m.e.nt.

Drives to the Bay--in which he was accompanied by Jessuron himself, and introduced to his mercantile acquaintances; visits to neighbouring penns and plantations with the beautiful Judith--in which he was made acquainted with her circle; fis.h.i.+ng parties upon the water, and picnics in the woods: all these were afforded him without stint.

He was furnished with a fine horse to ride; dogs and equipments for the chase; everything, in short, calculated to afford him the life of a gentleman of elegant leisure. A half-year's salary had been advanced to him unasked--thus delicately giving him the means of replenis.h.i.+ng his wardrobe, and enabling him to appear in proper costume for every occasion.

Certainly, the prospects of the poor steerage-pa.s.senger seemed to have undergone a change for the better. Through the generosity of his unexpected patron, he was playing a role at the Jew's penn not unlike that which his fellow-voyager was, at that very time, performing at Mount Welcome; and as there was not much difference in the social rank of the respective circles in which they were each revolving, it was by no means improbable that the two might meet again, and upon a more equal footing than formerly.

To do Herbert Vaughan justice, it should be stated that he was more surprised than gratified by the luxurious life he was leading. There was something rather extraordinary in the generous patronage of the Jew--something that puzzled him not a little. How was he to account for such kind hospitality?

Thus for days after Herbert Vaughan had made the Happy Valley his home, matters moved on smoothly enough to the superficial observer. Slight incongruities that did occur from time to time, were ingeniously explained; and the young Englishman, unsuspicious of any evil design, with the exception of the unwonted hospitality that was being bestowed upon himself, saw nothing extraordinary in the circ.u.mstances that surrounded him.

Had he been less the honoured guest of his Israelitish host, perhaps his perceptions might have been more scrupulous and discriminative. But the Arabs have a proverb--”It is not in human nature to speak ill of the horse that has borne one out of danger;” and human nature in the East is but the counterpart of its h.o.m.onym in the West. n.o.ble as was the nature of the young Englishman, still was it human; and to have ”spoken ill of the bridge that had carried him safely over”--and from that desolate sh.o.r.e on which he had late been stranded--would have argued a nature something more than human.

If he entertained any suspicion of his patron's integrity, he zealously kept it to himself--not with any idea of surrendering either his independence or self-respect; but to await the development of the somewhat inexplicable courtesy of which he was the recipient.

This courtesy was not confined to his Hebrew host. As Herbert had long been aware, his daughter exercised it in an equal degree, and far more gracefully. Indeed, among other transformations that had been remarked as occurring in the Happy Valley, the spirit of the fair Jewess seemed also to have sustained a remarkable change. Though upon occasions the proud, imperious temper would manifest itself, more generally now was Judith in a sentimental vein--at times approaching to sadness. There were other times when the old spitefulness would show itself. Then the spiral nostrils would curl with contempt, and the dark Israelitish eyes flash with malignant fire.

Happily, these rather ungraceful exhibitions--like the tornadoes of her native land--were rare: for a certain name--the cause that called them forth--was but rarely p.r.o.nounced in her hearing. Kate Vaughan was the name.

Judith's dislike for the young Creole had originated in a mere rivalry of charms. Both enjoyed a wide-spread reputation for beauty--oft descanted upon, and often compared, by the idle gallants of the Bay.

These discussions and comparisons reached the ears of the Jewess; and, to her chagrin, the decisions were not always in her favour. Hence the origin of her enmity.

Hitherto it had been only _envy_; and, with a toss of the head, and a slight curl of the nostril, the unpleasant theme would be dismissed. Of late, however, a stronger emotion than envy had begun to exhibit itself; and, whenever the name of Kate Vaughan was introduced into the conversation--no matter how incidentally or undesigned--the eye of the Jewess would light up with a jealous fire, her lip quiver as if muttering curses, and she, who but the moment before seemed a very angel, would become all at once transformed into the semblance of a demon!

The behaviour of the Jewess admits of easy explanation. _She was in love, and with Herbert Vaughan_.

At first the motive had been part vanity, part coquetry--blended, however, with some serious admiration. Mingled also with this was a desire to vex Kate Vaughan: for, from the first, she had suspected rivalry in that quarter. Even though she had been made aware of the very short interview between the cousins, she could not feel satisfied but that something had pa.s.sed between them; and there was that bit of ribbon, which Herbert still cherished, and of the symbolism of which she had vainly endeavoured to obtain a solution.

Her suspicions did not die out, as it might be supposed they would, in the absence of any demonstration on Herbert's part towards his cousin.

On the contrary, they only grew stronger as her own interest in the young Englishman increased, for then she could not understand how a young girl--Kate Vaughan, or any other--could have looked upon the man who had impressed her, without being herself impressed.

And she had become impressed by him, not gradually, but rapidly and profoundly; until her love had grown into a fierce pa.s.sion--such as a tigress might be suspected of conceiving for her tawny mate.

Herbert Vaughan had pa.s.sed scarce a week under the roof of the Jew's mansion when its mistress was in love with him--to the ends of her fingers--to the very extreme of jealousy!

As for the object of this fervent pa.s.sion, the young man was at this time altogether unable to a.n.a.lyse his own feelings.

It is true that the imperious spirit of the Jewess, aided by her endless wiles, had gained a certain ascendancy over him; but not so as to obliterate the image that had recently become impressed upon his heart.

In the short interview which he had had with his cousin Kate, Herbert Vaughan had looked, for the first time in his life, on one whom to look at was to love. The blue-eyed belle of his native village, the pretty barmaid at the inn, the sweet-faced chorister in the church--with other boyish fancies, already half obliterated by two months of absence--were swept instantaneously into the dustbin of oblivion by that lovely apparition. He was face to face with a woman worthy of his love--one who deserved every aspiration of his soul. Intuitively and at the first glance he had felt this; and still more was he impressed with it, as he p.r.o.nounced those warm words on his painful parting. Hence the ardent proffer of the strong arm and the stout heart--hence the chivalric refusal of the purse, and the preference of a piece of ribbon.

Not that he had any reason to regard the latter as a love-token. He knew that the kind words that had been spoken in that short but stormy interview--as well as the offer of gold that had ended it--were but the promptings of a pitying heart; and rather a negation of love, than a sign of its existence. Glad as he might have been to have regarded the piece of ribbon as a _guage d'amour_, he could only prize it as a _souvenir_ of friends.h.i.+p--of no higher signification than the purse to which it had belonged, or the gold treasure which that purse had contained.

Though sensible that he had no claim upon his cousin beyond that of kins.h.i.+p--though not a word had been spoken by her to show that she felt for him any other kind of regard, Herbert, strange enough, had conceived a hope, that some day or other, a more endearing relations.h.i.+p might exist between them.

Not for long was he cheered by this sweet expectancy. It was too transitory to stand the test of time. As day succeeded day, rumours reached him of the gay scenes that were transpiring at Mount Welcome.

Especially was he informed of the contentedness of his cousin Kate in the society of the new companion which her father had provided for her.