Part 22 (1/2)
”No, no, never mind your mother; I daresay she is busy, or lying down.
She always went to lie down at this time of the day; she was never very strong you know, though I don't doubt it was quite as much to get rid of me. I shouldn't wonder if she thought me troublesome in those days. But I bear no malice now, and I hope she doesn't either. Tell her I say so.
It's more than five and twenty years ago, though to me it don't seem more than so many weeks. Don't disturb your mother, my dear. But if you insist on doing so, tell her old Harry is come to see her--very much improved since she turned him about his business.”
Hester told a servant to take the sherry and the water to the drawing-room, and, much amused, ran to find her mother. ”There's the strangest gentleman down-stairs, mamma, calling himself old Harry. He's having some sherry and water in the drawing-room! I never saw such an odd man!” Her mother laughed--a pleased little laugh. ”Go to him, Hester dear, and say I shall be down directly.” ”Is he really a cousin, mamma?”
”To be sure--my second cousin! He was very fond of me once.” ”Oh, he has told me all about that already. He says you sent him about his business.” ”If that means that I wouldn't marry him, it is true enough.
But he doesn't know what I went through for always taking his part. I always stood up for him, though I never could bear him near me. He was such an odd, good-natured bear! such a rough sort of creature! always saying the thing he ought not to, and making everybody, ladies especially, uncomfortable! He never meant any harm, but never saw where fun should stop. You wouldn't believe the vulgar things Harry would say out of pure fun!--especially if he got hold of a very stiff old maid; he would tease her till he got her in a pa.s.sion. But if she began to cry, then Harry had the worst of it, and was as penitent as any good child. I daresay he's much improved by this time.” ”He told me to tell you he was. But if he is much improved--well, what he must have been! I like him though, mamma--I suppose because you liked him a little. So take care you are not too hard upon him; I'm going to take him up now.”
”I make over my interest in him, and have no doubt he will be pleased enough with the change, for a man can't enjoy finding an old woman where he had all the time been imagining a young one. But I must warn you, Hester, as he seems to have made a conquest of you already, that he has in the meantime been married to a black--or at least a very brown Hindoo woman.”
”That's nothing to his discredit with you, mamma, I hope. Has he brought her home with him, I wonder.”
”She has been dead now for some ten years. I believe he had a large fortune with her, which he has since by judicious management increased considerably. He is really a good-hearted fellow, and was kind to every one of his own relations as long as there was one left to be kind to.”
”Well, I shall go back to him, mamma, and tell him you are coming as soon as you have got your wig and your newest lace-cap on, and your cheeks rouged and pearl-powdered, to look as like the lady that would none of him as you can.”
Her mother laughed merrily, and pretended to box her daughter's ears. It was not often any mood like this rose between them; for not only were they serious in heart, but from temperament, and history, and modes and direction of thought, their ways were serious as well. Yet who may so well break out in childlike merriment as those whose life has in it no moth-eaten Mammon-pits, who have no fear, no greed, and live with a will--rising like the sun to fill the day with the work given them to do!
”Look what I have brought you, cousin,” said major Marvel, the moment Hester re-entered the room, holding out to her a small necklace. ”You needn't mind taking them from an old fellow like me. It don't mean that I want to marry you off-hand before I know what sort of a temper you've got. Take them.”
Hester drew near, and looked at the necklace.
”Take it,” said the major again.
”How strangely beautiful it is!--all red, pear-shaped, dull, scratched-looking stones, hanging from a savage-looking gold chain! What are they, Mr. Marvel?”
”You have described it like a book!” he said. ”It is a barbarous native necklace--but they are fine rubies--only rough--neither cut nor polished.”
”It is beautiful,” repeated Hester. ”Did you really mean it for me?”
”Of course I did!”
”I will ask mamma if I may keep it.”
”Where's the good of that? I hope you don't think I stole it? Though faith there's a good deal that's like stealing goes on where that comes from!--But here comes the mother!--Helen, I'm so glad to see you once more!”
Hester slipped away with the necklace in her hand, and left her mother to welcome her old admirer before she would trouble her about the offered gift. They met like trusting friends whom years had done nothing to separate, and while they were yet talking of bygone times, Mr.
Raymount entered, received him cordially, and insisted on his remaining with them as long as he could; they were old friends, although rivals, and there never had been any ground for bitterness between them. The major agreed; Mr. Raymount sent to the station for his luggage, and showed him to a room.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE MAJOR AND VAVASOR.
As major Marvel, for all the rebuffs he had met with, had not yet learned to entertain the smallest doubt as to his personal acceptability, so he was on his part most catholic in his receptivity.
But there were persons whom from the first glance he disliked, and then his dislike was little short of loathing. I suspect they were such as found the heel of his all but invulnerable vanity and wounded it. Not accustomed to be hurt, it resented hurt when it came the more sorely. He was in one sense, and that not a slight one, a true man: there was no discrepancy, no unfittingness between his mental conditions and the clothing in which those conditions presented themselves to others. His words, looks, manners, tones, and everything that goes to express man to man, expressed him. What he felt that he showed. I almost think he was unaware of the possibility of doing otherwise. At the same time, he had very little insight into the feelings of others, and almost no sense of the possibility that the things he was saying might affect his listeners otherwise than they affected him. If he boasted, he meant to boast, and would scorn to look as if he did not know it was a good thing he was telling of himself: why not of himself as well as of another? He had no very ready sympathy with other people, especially in any suffering he had never himself experienced, but he was scrupulously fair in what he said or did in regard of them, and nothing was so ready to make him angry as any appearance of injustice or show of deception. He would have said that a man's first business was to take care of himself, as so many think who have not the courage to say it; and so many more who do not think it. But the Major's conduct went far to cast contempt upon his selfish opinion.
During dinner he took the greater part of the conversation upon himself, and evidently expected to be listened to. But that was nearly all he wanted. Let him talk, and hear you laugh when he was funny, and he was satisfied. He seemed to have no inordinate desire for admiration or even for approbation. He was fond of telling tales of adventure, some wonderful, some absurd, some having nothing in them but his own presence, and occasionally, while the detail was good the point for the sake of which it had been introduced would be missing; but he was just as willing to tell one, the joke of which turned against himself, as one amusing at the expense of another. Like many of his day who had spent their freshest years in India, he was full of the amus.e.m.e.nts and sports with which so much otherwise idle time is pa.s.sed by Englishmen in the East, and seemed to think nothing connected with the habits of their countrymen there could fail to interest those at home. Every now and then throughout the dinner he would say, ”Oh, that reminds me!” and then he would tell something that happened when he was at such and such a place, when So-and-So ”of our regiment” was out tiger-shooting, or pig-sticking, or whatever the sport might be; ”and if Mr. Raymount will take a gla.s.s of wine with me, I will tell him the story”--for he was constantly drinking wine, after the old fas.h.i.+on, with this or that one of the company.