Part 38 (1/2)
”No, no!” said Miss Patty, checking the gipsy in her bounteous promises. ”I'll give you something for letting me sketch you, but I won't have my fortune told. I know it already; at least as much as I care to know.” A speech which Mr. Verdant Green interpreted thus: Frederick Delaval has proposed, and has been accepted.
”Pray don't let me keep you from the rest of the party,” said Miss Patty to our hero, while the gipsy shot out fragments of persuasive oratory. ”I can get on very well by myself.”
”She wants to get rid of me,” thought Verdant. ”I dare say her cousin is coming back to her.” But he said, ”At any rate let me stay until Mr. Delaval rejoins you.”
”Oh! he is gone on with the rest, like a polite man. The Miss Maxwells and their cousins were all by themselves.”
”But ~you~ are all by ~yourself~” and, by your own showing, I ought to prove my politeness by staying with you.”
”I suppose that is Oxford logic,” said Miss Patty, as she went on with her sketch of the two gipsy children. ”I wish these small persons would stand quiet. Put your hands on your stick, my boy, and not before your face. - But there are the Miss Morkins, with one gentleman for the two; and I dare say you would much rather be with Miss Eleonora. Now, wouldn't you?” and the young lady, as she rapidly sketched the figures before her, stole a sly look at the enamoured gentleman by her side, who forthwith protested, in an excited and confused manner, that he would rather stand near her for one minute than walk and talk for a whole day with the Miss Morkins; and then, having made this (for him) unusually strong avowal, he timidly blushed, and retired within himself.
”Oh yes! I dare say,” said Miss Patty; ”but I don't believe in compliments. If you choose to victimize yourself by
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staying here, of course you can do so. - Look at me, little girl; you needn't be frightened; I shan't eat you. - And perhaps you can be useful. I want some water to wash-in these figures; and if they were literally washed in it, it would be very much to their advantage, wouldn't it?”
Of course it would; and of course Mr. Verdant Green was delighted to obey the command. ”What spirits she is in!” he thought, as he dipped the little can of water into the spring. ”I dare say it is because she and her cousin Frederick have come to an understanding.”
”If you are anxious to hear a fortune told,” said Miss Patty, ”here is the old gipsy coming back to us, and you had better let her tell yours.”
”I am afraid that I know it.”
”And do you like the prospect of it?”
”Not at all!” and as he said this Mr. Verdant Green's countenance fell. Singularly enough, a shade of sadness also stole over Miss Patty's sunny face. What could he mean?
A somewhat disagreeable silence was broken by the gipsy most volubly echoing Miss Patty's request.
”You had better let her tell you your fortune,” said the young lady; ”perhaps it may be an improvement on what you expected. And I shall be able to make a better sketch of her in her true character of a fortune-teller.”
Then, like as Martivalle inspected Quentin Durward's palm, according to the form of the mystic arts which he practised, so the swarthy prophetess opened her Book of Fate, and favoured Mr. Verdant Green with choice extracts from its contents. First, she told the pretty gentleman a long rigmarole about the stars, and a planet that ought to have shone upon him, but didn't. Then she discoursed of a beautiful young lady, with a heart as full of love as a pomegranate was full of seeds, - painting, in pretty exact colours, a lively portraiture of Miss Patty, which was no very difficult task, while the fair original was close at hand; nevertheless, the infatuated pretty gentleman was deeply impressed with the gipsy narrative, and began to think that the practice and knowledge of the occult sciences may, after all, have been handed down to the modern representatives of the ancient Egyptians. He was still further impressed with this belief when the gipsy proceeded to tell him that he was pa.s.sionately attached to the pomegranate-hearted young lady, but that his path of true love was crossed by a rival - a dark man.
Frederick Delaval! This is really most extraordinary! thought Mr.
Verdant Green, who was not familiar with a fortune-teller's stock in trade; and he waited with some anxiety for the further unravelling of his fate.
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The cunning gipsy saw this, and broadly hinted that another piece of silver placed upon the junction of two cross lines in the <vg269.jpg> pretty gentleman's right palm would materially propitiate the stars, and a.s.sist in the happy solution of his fortune. When the hint had been taken she pursued her romantic narrative. Her elaborate but discursive summing-up comprehended the triumph of Mr. Verdant Green, the defeat of the dark man, the marriage of the former to the pomegranate-hearted young lady, a yellow carriage and four white horses with long tails, and, last but certainly not least, a family of twelve children: at which childish termination Miss Patty laughed, and asked our hero if that was the fate that he had dreaded?
Her sketch being concluded, she remunerated her models so munificently as to draw down upon her head a rapid series of the most wordy and incoherent blessings she had ever heard, under cover of which she effected her escape, and proceeded with her companion to rejoin the others. They were not very far in advance. The gipsies had beset them at divers points in their progress, and had made no small number of them yield to their importunities to cross their hands with silver. When the various members of the pic-nic party afterwards came to compare notes as to the fortunes that had been told them, it was discovered that a remarkable similarity pervaded the fates of all, though their destinies were greatly influenced by the amount expended in crossing the hand; and it was observable that the number of children promised to bless the nuptial tie was also regulated by a sliding-scale of payment - the largest payers being rewarded with the a.s.surance of the largest families. It was also discovered that the description of the favoured lover was invariably the verbal delineation of the lady or gentleman who chanced to be at that time walking with the person whose fortune was being told - a prophetic discrimination worthy of all praise, since it had the pretty good security of being correct in more than one case, and in the other cases there was the
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chance of the prophecy coming true, however improbable present events would appear. Thus, Miss Eleonora Morkin received, and was perfectly satisfied with, a description of Mr. Poletiss; while Miss Let.i.tia Jane Morkin was made supremely happy with a promise of a similarly-described gentleman; until the two sisters had compared notes, when they discovered that the same husband had been promised to both of them - which by no means improved their sororal amiability.
As Verdant walked up the hill with Miss Patty, he thought very seriously on his feelings towards her, and pondered what might be the nature of her feelings in regard to him. He believed that she was engaged to her cousin Frederick. All her little looks, and acts, and words to himself, he could construe as the mere tokens of the friends.h.i.+p of a warm-hearted girl. If she was inclined to a little flirtation, there was then an additional reason for her notice of him. Then he thought that she was of far too n.o.ble a disposition to lead him on to a love which she could not, or might not wish to, return; and that she would not have said and done many little things that he fondly recalled, unless she had chosen to show him that he was dearer to her than a mere friend. Having ascended to the heights of happiness by this thought, Verdant immediately plunged from thence into the depths of misery, by calling to mind various other little things that she had said and done in connection with her cousin; and he again forced himself into the conviction that in Frederick Delaval he had a rival, and, what was more, a successful one. He determined, before the day was over, to end his tortures of suspense by putting to Miss Patty the plain question whether or no she was engaged to her cousin, and to trust to her kindness to forgive the question if it was an impertinent one. He was unable to do this for the present, partly from lack of courage, and partly from the too close neighbourhood of others of the party; but he concocted several sentences that seemed to him to be admirably adapted to bring about the desired result.