Part 15 (1/2)

The little artist got up hurriedly when she awoke to the fact that other visitors had come into the room, but she was not at all interested in General Travers, whom Rose, with the unconscious insolence of youth, cla.s.sified in her own mind as an elderly gentleman. Not that he was at all an elderly gentleman; but then a man of forty, especially when he is a fine man and adequately developed for his years, has at the first glance no great attraction for an impertinent of seventeen. Rose did not go away without receiving another kiss from Lucilla, and a parting reminder. ”To-morrow at eight o'clock; and mind you leave it all to me, and don't worry,” said Miss Marjoribanks; and Rose, half ashamed, put on her hat and went away, without so much as remarking the admiration in the stranger's eyes, nor the look of disappointment with which he saw her leave the room. Rose thought no more of him than if he had been a piece of furniture; but as for the General, when he found himself obliged to turn to Lucilla and make himself agreeable, the drawback of having thus had his admiration forestalled and drawn away from its legitimate object was such, that he did not find her at all pretty; which, after all, on a first interview at least, is all They think about, as Miss Marjoribanks herself said.

”We must do all we can to make Carlingford agreeable to the General,”

said Mrs Centum. ”You know how much depends upon it, Lucilla. If we can but make him like the place, only think what an advantage to society--and we have such nice society in Carlingford,” said the injudicious woman, who did not know what to say.

”Nothing very particular,” said Miss Marjoribanks. ”I hope General Travers will like us; but as for the officers, I am not so sure. They are all so light and airy, you know: and to have nothing but flirting men is almost as bad as having n.o.body that can flirt; which is my position,” Lucilla added, with a sigh, ”as long as Mr Cavendish is away.”

”Lucilla,” cried Mrs Centum, a little shocked, ”one would think to hear you that you were the greatest coquette possible; and on the contrary she is quite an example to all our young ladies, I a.s.sure you, General; and as for flirting----”

”Dear Mrs Centum,” said Lucilla sweetly, ”one has always to do one's duty to society. As far as I am concerned, it is quite different. And I don't mean to say that the officers would not be a great acquisition,”

Miss Marjoribanks continued, with her usual politeness; ”but then too many young people are the ruin of society. If we were to run all to dancing and that sort of thing, after all the trouble one has taken----”

said Lucilla. Perhaps it was not quite civil; but then it must be admitted, that to see a man look blankly in your face as if he were saying in his mind, ”Then it is only _you_, and not that pretty little thing, that is Miss Marjoribanks!” was about as exasperating a sensation as one is likely to meet with. Lucilla understood perfectly well General Travers's look, and for the moment, instead of making herself agreeable, it was the contrary impulse that moved her. She looked at him, not blankly as he looked at her, but in a calmly considerate way, as she might have looked at Mr Holden the upholsterer, had he proposed a new kind of _tap.i.s.serie_ to her judgment. ”One would be always delighted, of course, to have General Travers,” said Miss Marjoribanks, ”but I am afraid the officers would not do.”

As for Mrs Centum, she was quite incapable of managing such a terrible crisis. She felt it, indeed, a little hard that it should be her man who was defied in this alarming way, while Mr Cavendish and the Archdeacon, the two previous candidates, had both been received so sweetly. To be sure, it was his own fault; but that did not mend matters. She looked from one to the other with a scared look, and grew very red, and untied her bonnet; and then, as none of these evidences of agitation had any effect upon the other parties involved, plunged into the heat of the conflict without considering what she was about to say.

”Lucilla, I am surprised at you,” said Mrs Centum, ”when you know how you have gone on about Mr Cavendish--when you know what a fuss you have made, and how you have told everybody----”

”By the bye, who is Mr Cavendish?” said General Travers, interposing, with that holy horror of a quarrel between women which is common to the inferior half of creation. ”I wonder if he is a fellow one used to meet everywhere. One never could get any satisfaction who he belonged to. He never pretended to be one of the Devons.h.i.+re Cavendishes, you know. I don't know if he had any family at all, or relations, or that sort of thing. In most cases a man gets on just as well without them, in my opinion. I wonder if this fellow you are talking of is he?”

”Oh, no,” said Mrs Centum. ”I hope you will meet him before you leave Carlingford. He has a sister married here; but we have always understood he was one of the Cavendishes. I am sure Mrs Woodburn always gives herself out for somebody,” she continued, beginning to let the interesting suspicion enter her mind; for, to be sure, they were about of a standing, and the banker's wife had sometimes felt a little sore at the idea that her neighbour possessed distinctions of family which were denied to herself. ”It is true, none of her relations ever come to see her,” said Mrs Centum, and she began to forget the General, and Lucilla's reception of him, in this still more interesting subject. It was the first time that the authenticity of the Cavendishes had been attacked in Carlingford; and, to be sure, what is the good of having fine connections if they cannot be produced? While Mrs Centum pondered a suggestion so interesting, Lucilla, on her part, also took advantage of the occasion, and descended from the calm heights of dignity on which she had placed herself. And the General, who was a well-bred man, had got over for the moment the unlucky impression made upon him by the fresh face of little Rose Lake.

”Mr Cavendish is very nice,” said Miss Marjoribanks. ”I am very fond of all my own relations, but I don't care about other people's. Of course he is one of the Cavendishes. I don't see how he can help it, when that is his name. I should think it was sure to be the same. We should be so obliged to you if you would bring him back to Carlingford. I don't know, I am sure, why he is so obstinate in staying away.”

”Perhaps somebody has been unkind to him,” said the General, feeling it was expected of him.

”I am sure _I_ have not been unkind to him,” said Lucilla. ”He is such a loss to me. If you are going to do us the pleasure of coming on Thursday--Oh, I am sure we shall feel quite honoured, both papa and I--I will show you how badly off I am. It is not a party in the least, and we don't dance,” said Miss Marjoribanks, ”that is why I am a little uncertain about the officers. It is one of my principles that too many young people are the ruin of society; but it is hard work, sometimes, when one is not properly supported,” Lucilla added, with a gentle sigh.

”If I can be of any use,” said the amused soldier. ”I don't pretend to be able to replace Cavendish, if it is Cavendish; but----”

”No,” said Miss Marjoribanks, with resignation, ”it is not easy to replace him. He has quite a talent, you know; but I am sure it is very kind of you, and we shall be delighted to have such an acquisition,”

Lucilla continued, after a pause, with a gracious smile; and then she led her guests downstairs to luncheon, which was every way satisfactory.

As for the General, it cannot be doubted that he had the worst of it in this little encounter, and felt himself by no means such a great personage in Carlingford as his hospitable entertainers had persuaded him he should be. Mrs Centum declared afterwards that she could not form the least idea what Lucilla meant by it, she who was generally so civil to everybody. But it is not necessary to say that Miss Marjoribanks knew perfectly well what she was doing, and felt it imperatively necessary to bring down General Travers to his proper level. Carlingford could exist perfectly well without him and his officers; but Lucilla did not mean that the society she had taken so much pains to form should be condescended to by a mere soldier. And then, after all, she was only human, and it was not to be expected she could pa.s.s over the blank look with which her visitor turned to herself, after having by evil fortune cast his eyes upon Rose Lake. At the same time, Miss Marjoribanks, always magnanimous, did not blame Rose, who had no hand whatever in the matter; and if she avenged herself in a ladylike and satisfactory manner, it is not to be supposed that it was simply a sense of offence which actuated Lucilla. She did it, on the contrary, on strictly philosophical principles, having perceived that Mrs Centum was spoiling her General, and that it was absolutely necessary that he should be disabused.

When they left, Mrs Centum was almost afraid to put the question that trembled on her lips. She uttered it at last, faltering, and with a very doubtful expression, for she could not conceal from herself the fact that the General had been snubbed. ”How do you like Lucilla?” she said, in the most humble way; and then she turned away her face. She could bear it, whatever it might be. She said to herself that so long as the children were well, and the holidays about over, she could bear anything; and what did it matter to her about the officers?--but at the same time she preferred to avert her face when she received the blow.

”I am sure Miss Marjoribanks is a person for whom I shall always entertain the highest respect,” said the General, and he gave a little laugh. ”Was that pretty little creature a sister of hers?--or a friend?--or what? I don't know when I have seen anything so pretty,”

said the unsuspecting man; and then Mrs Centum turned round upon him with a kind of horror.

”_That_ Lucilla's sister!--why, she has no sister; I told you so; she is an only child, and will have everything. She will be quite an heiress,”

cried Mrs Centum, ”if the old Doctor were to die; though, I am sure, poor dear man, I hope he will not die. There is no other medical man in the town that one can have the least confidence in, except Dr Rider; and then _he_ is so young, and can't have much experience with children.

Her sister, indeed! It was little Rose Lake, the drawing-master's daughter,” said Mrs Centum, with cruel distinctness. The General only said, ”Oh!” but it was in a crestfallen tone; for to be snubbed by one lady, and struck with sudden enthusiasm for another, who, after all, was not a lady to speak of, but only a drawing-master's daughter, was rather hard upon the poor man. Thus it was the soldier, who in ordinary circ.u.mstances ought to have been the most successful, who began in the most cruel and uncomfortable way his campaign in Carlingford.

_Chapter XXVII_

Miss Marjoribanks, except for her habitual walk, did not go out much that day. She was too much occupied with what she had in hand. She could not conceive--for Lucilla naturally took a reasonable view of affairs in general, and did not account for the action of any such unknown quant.i.ty as love, for example--why Mr Cavendish should conceal himself so carefully from society in Carlingford, and yet run all the risk of meeting Barbara Lake in the evenings. It seemed to Lucilla inconceivable, and yet it was impossible not to believe it. Mr Cavendish, though she had seen him on the very verge of a proposal, did not present himself to her mind in the aspect of a man who would consider the world well lost for any such transitory pa.s.sion; neither, as was natural, did Barbara Lake appear to Lucilla the least like a person calculated to call forth that sentiment; but nevertheless it must be true, and the only way to account for it was by thinking, after all, what fools _They_ were, and what poor judges, and how little to be depended on, when women were concerned. Miss Marjoribanks was determined to lose no more time, but to speak to Mr Cavendish, if it was Mr Cavendish, and she could get the chance, quite plainly of the situation of affairs--to let him know how much she knew, and to spur him up to come forward like a man and brave anything the Archdeacon could do. Had it been any small personal aim that moved Lucilla, no doubt she would have shrunk from such a decided step; but it was, on the contrary, the broadest philanthropical combination of Christian principles, help to the weak and succour to the oppressed, and a little, just a very little, of the equally Evangelical idea of humbling the proud and bringing down the mighty. She was so much occupied with her plans that it was with a little difficulty she roused herself to keep up the conversation with her father at dinner, and be as amusing and agreeable as ordinary; which indeed was more than ordinarily her duty, since Dr Marjoribanks came in, in a fractious and disturbed state of mind, discontented with things in general. The truth was, he had got a letter from Tom Marjoribanks from India, where that unlucky man had gone. It was all very well and natural to go to India, and Lucilla had felt, indeed, rather satisfied with herself for having helped forward that desirable conclusion, especially after the Doctor had taken pains to explain to her, not knowing that she had any share in it, that it was the very best thing for Tom to do. For it has been already said that Dr Marjoribanks, though he liked Tom, and thought it very odd that Providence should have given the girl to him, and the boy to his incapable sister-in-law, who did not in the least know how to manage him, had no desire to have his nephew for a son-in-law. Going to India was very right and proper, and the best thing to do; for a man might get on _there_, even at the bar, who would have no chance _here_; but after he had made one step in the right direction, it was only to be expected that all sorts of misfortunes should happen to Tom. He was wrecked, which might have been looked for, and he lost his boxes, with the greater part of his outfit, either at that unhappy moment, or in the Desert, or at an after part of his unlucky career; and the object of the letter which Dr Marjoribanks had just received was to get money to make up for his losses. Tom, who was a very good son, did not want to vex his mother, and accordingly it was his uncle whom he applied to, to sell out a portion of the money he had in the Funds. ”She would think I was ruined, or that it was my fault, or at least that I meant to spend all my money,” wrote Tom, ”and you understand, uncle, that it is not my fault.” ”Confound him! it is never his fault,” said Dr Marjoribanks, as if that could possibly be brought against the unfortunate young man as a crime.

”No, papa, it is his luck,” said Lucilla; ”poor Tom!--but I should not like to take a pa.s.sage in the same boat with him if I was the other people. Though I am sure he is not a bit to blame.”

”I hope he does not mean to go on like this,” said the Doctor. ”He will soon make ducks and drakes of his five thousand pounds. A young fellow like that ought to mind what he's doing. It is a great deal easier to throw money away than to lay it by.”