Volume I Part 28 (1/2)
”If you like.”
”This was the roof that had to be taken off, you know. It is a magnificent dome, but I daresay the palms will outgrow it within Lord Southminster's time.”
It was like entering a jungle in the tropics; if one could fancy a jungle paved with encaustic tiles, and furnished with velvet-covered ottomans for the repose of weary sportsmen.
There was only a subdued light, from lamps thinly sprinkled among the ferns and flowers. There were four large groups of statuary, placed judiciously, and under the central dome there was a fountain, where, half hidden by a veil of glittering spray, Neptune was wooing Tyro, under the aspect of a river-G.o.d, amongst bulrushes, lilies, and water-plants.
Violet and her companion looked at the tropical plants, and admired, with a delightful ignorance of the merits of these specimens. The tall shafts and the thick tufts of huge leaves were not Vixen's idea of beauty.
”I like our beeches and oaks in the Forest ever so much better,” she exclaimed.
”Everything in the Forest is dear,” said Rorie.
Vixen felt, with a curious choking sensation, that this was a good opening for her to say something polite. She had always intended to congratulate him, in a straightforward sisterly way, upon his engagement to Lady Mabel.
”I am so glad to hear you say that,” she began. ”And how happy you must be to think that your fate is fixed here irrevocably; doubly fixed now; for you can have no interest to draw you away from us, as you might if you were to marry a stranger. Briarwood and Ashbourne united will make you the greatest among us.”
”I don't highly value that kind of greatness, Violet--a mere question of acreage; but I am glad to think myself anch.o.r.ed for life on my native soil.”
”And you will go into Parliament and legislate for us, and take care that we are not disforested. They have taken away too much already, with their horrid enclosures.”
”The enclosures will make splendid pine-woods by-and-by.”
”Yes, when we are all dead and gone.”
”I don't know about Parliament. So long as my poor mother was living I had an incentive to turn senator, she was so eager for it. But now that she is gone, I don't feel strongly drawn that way. I suppose I shall settle down into the approved pattern of country squire: breed fat cattle--the aristocratic form of cruelty to animals--spend the best part of my income upon agricultural machinery, talk about guano, like the Duke, and lecture delinquents at quarter-sessions.”
”But Lady Mabel will not allow that. She will be ambitious for you.”
”I hope not. I can fancy no affliction greater than an ambitious wife.
No. My poor mother left Mabel her orchids. Mabel will confine her ambition to orchids and literature. I believe she writes poetry, and some day she will be tempted to publish a small volume, I daresay.
'AEolian Echoes,' or 'Harp Strings,' or 'Broken Chords,' 'Consecutive Fifths,' or something of that kind.”
”You believe!” exclaimed Vixen. ”Surely you have read some of Lady Mabel's poetry, or heard it read. She must have read some of her verses to you.”
”Never. She is too reserved, and I am too candid. It would be a dangerous experiment. I should inevitably say something rude. Mabel adores Sh.e.l.ley and Browning; she reads Greek, too. Her poetry is sure to be unintelligible, and I should expose my obtuseness of intellect. I couldn't even look as if I understood it.”
”If I were Lady Mabel, I think under such circ.u.mstances I should leave off writing poetry.”
”That would be quite absurd. Mabel has a hundred tastes which I do not share with her. She is devoted to her garden and hot-houses. I hardly know one flower from another, except the forest wildlings. She detests horses and dogs. I am never happier than when among them. She reads AEschylus as glibly as I can read a French newspaper. But she will make an admirable mistress for Briarwood. She has just that tranquil superiority which becomes the ruler of a large estate. You will see what cottages and schools we shall build. There will not be a weed in our allotment gardens, and our farm-labourers will get all the prizes at cottage flower-shows.”
”You will hunt, of course?”
”Naturally; don't you know that I am to have the hounds next year? It was all arranged a few days ago. Poor Mabel was strongly opposed to the plan. She thought it was the first stage on the road to ruin; but I think I convinced her that it was the natural thing for the owner of Briarwood; and the Duke was warmly in favour of it.”
”The dear old kennels!” said Vixen, ”I have never seen them since--since I came home. I ride by the gate very often, but I have never had the courage to go inside. The hounds wouldn't know me now.”
”You must renew your friends.h.i.+p with them. You will hunt, of course, next year?”
”No, I shall never hunt again!”