Part 15 (2/2)

Prince Fortunatus, indeed! Was ever any one more happily situated? Here he was, young, full of health and high spirits, excellent-tempered, and sufficiently good-looking; he had acquired a liberal measure of fame and popularity; he had many friends; he had ample means, for he did not know the difference between a backer and a layer, nor yet the difference between a broker and a jobber--in fact, gambling, either in stocks or on the turf, had never even occurred to him as a thing worth thinking about. But there was something further than all this for which he ought to have been profoundly grateful. As the long train thundered away into the night, there was no dull misery of farewell weighing heavily upon him; there were no longing fancies wandering wistfully back to a certain house, a certain figure, a pair of too-eloquent eyes. He dragged no lengthening chain with him on this journey north. For, notwithstanding his pleasant companions.h.i.+p with Nina, and her constant sympathy with him and her interest in his professional career; notwithstanding the affectionate regard of his cousin Francie, which was none the less sincere that it remained unspoken and only to be guessed at; notwithstanding the somewhat jealous favor which the prima-donna of the New Theatre seemed inclined to bestow on him; notwithstanding the pert coquetries and fascinations of Miss Georgie Lestrange, to say nothing of the blandishments and pettings showered upon him by crowds of ladies of exalted rank, this fortunate young man (so far at least as he was himself aware) was going away to Scotland quite heart-whole.

CHAPTER VII.

IN STRATHAIVRON.

It was still early in the afternoon when Lionel found himself driving along a loftily-winding road overlooking the wide and fertile valley of the Aivron. Right down below him, and visible through the birch-trees, was the river itself, of a brilliant, clear-s.h.i.+ning blue, save where in some more distant sweeps it shone a silver-white; on the other side of the broad strath rose a range of hill fringed along its base with wood, but terminating in the west in far alt.i.tudes of bare rock and heather; while now and again he could catch a glimpse of some still more distant peak or shoulder, no doubt belonging to the remote and mountainous region of a.s.synt. And there, in the middle of the plain, stood the shooting-lodge for which he was bound--a long, rambling building or series of buildings, with all sorts of kennels and out-houses and deer-houses attached; and as he was regarding this goal and aim of his journey, and wondering how he was going to get across the swift-flowing stream, behold! a white fluttering of handkerchiefs just outside the porch. It was a signal to him, he knew; and he returned it more than once--until, indeed, he discovered that his driver was leaving the road and about to take the horses down a rudely cut track on the hillside.

”I say, isn't there a bridge anywhere?” he asked; for he was not used to such exploits.

”Aw, no, there's no bridge,” the old Highland driver said, coolly, as he jammed down the brake. ”But we'll do ferry well at the ford; the water is not so high the now.”

”And when the water is high, what do they do then?” Lionel asked, as he regarded with some concern the almost vertical pole and the straining harness.

”Aw, well, there uss a boat; and if there's a spate on the ruvver they can come and go; but not with the heavy things. Ay, I hef seen tons of coal waiting for them at Invers.h.i.+n for near a fortnight when there wa.s.s a heavy spate on the ruvver. The leddies are so particular nowadays; peat will not do for them for the cooking; naw, they must hef coal.”

But now the horses were entering the stream, and the old man's loquacity ceased. The animals, however, seemed quite accustomed to this performance; without any hesitation they adventured into the rapid current, and splashed their way forward, getting such footing as was possible among the big, loose stones and s.h.i.+ngle. Indeed, the pa.s.sage was effected with very little trouble, if with a good deal of jolting and b.u.mping; and thereafter there was a pleasant trot along some sufficiently smooth greensward up to the door of the lodge.

Yes, here were the three tall and handsome sisters, looking very picturesque in their simple Northern attire? and here was Miss Georgie Lestrange conspicuous in a Tam o' Shanter of bright blue; and no sooner had the young man descended from the wagonette than they surrounded him, laughing and questioning, and giving him the heartiest of welcomes. How could he answer them all at once? When the poor man was taken into the dining-room, and set down to his solitary luncheon, they were all for waiting on him and talking to him at the same time.

”It is so awfully kind of you to come,” Lady Adela said, with one of her most gracious smiles. ”Now we shall hear about something else than dogs and guns and grouse.”

”Oh, Mr. Moore,” cried Lady Rosamund (who was the youngest, and had a bit of a temper, and was allowed to interfere when she liked), ”do you know a masque called 'Alfred'? You do? how delightful! Well, then, you remember the visions of the future kings and queens that pa.s.s before Alfred when he is in the Isle of Athelney? how can I get that done in the open air? What kind of gauze do you use in the theatre? Could you get me a bit? And would painted shades do instead of living persons?--you see we have so few people to come and go on up here.”

”And, Mr. Moore,” cried Lady Sybil, ”how are we to manage about an accompaniment? A single violin is no use out in the open. Would it be too dreadful if we had a harmonium concealed somewhere? We could get one from Inverness; and you know a harmonium would do very well for the music that introduces the visions.”

”Mr. Moore,” put in Miss Georgie Lestrange, with a complaining air, ”fancy their having given me another of Kitty Clive's characters; isn't it too bad? Why, I'll go on and on until I identify myself with her altogether; and then, you know, Kitty Clive wasn't--I'm afraid she wasn't quite--”

”Oh, Mrs. Clive was all right; she was a great friend of Dr. Johnson,”

Lionel made answer, to rea.s.sure the young lady.

”But I wish you girls would leave off chattering, and let Mr. Moore get something to eat,” the young matron said, impatiently; and she herself was so kind as to go and fetch the claret jug from the glide-table and fill his gla.s.s.

However, there was peace in store for him. When he had finished with this late lunch, Lady Adela begged him to excuse them if they left him to s.h.i.+ft for himself; they were busy dressmaking, she said. Would she send for one of the keepers, who would show him one or two of the nearest pools, so that he might try for a salmon? The gentlemen had all gone down the strath, to test some new rifle, she thought; this was out of consideration for her, for she could not bear shooting close to the house; would he walk in that direction, and see what they were doing?

”Don't you trouble,” he said, instantly. ”You leave me to myself. I like to wander about and find out my surroundings. I shall go down to the river, to begin with; I saw some picturesque bits higher up when we were coming along.”

”You'll almost certainly find Honnor Cunyngham there,” said Miss Lestrange. ”I suppose she has gone storking, as usual.”

”Stalking?” said he, in some amazement.

”No, no--storking, as I call it. She haunts the side of the river like a crane or a heron,” said the red-haired damsel. ”I think she would rather land a salmon than go to heaven.”

”Georgie,” said the young matron, severely, ”you are not likely ever to do either; so you needn't be spiteful. Come away and get to work. Mr.

Moore, we dine at eight; and, if you are anywhere up or down the strath, you'll hear the bell over the stables rung at seven, and then at half-past.”

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