Part 46 (1/2)

”Because she could not help it, I suppose,” replied Mrs. Verrall, shrugging her pretty shoulders. ”I never thought Charlotte had any chance with George G.o.dolphin, Maria Hastings being in the way. Had Charlotte been first in the field, it might have made all the difference. He had fallen in love with Maria Hastings before he ever saw Charlotte.”

Mr. Verrall superciliously drew down his lips at the corners. ”Don't talk about a man's 'falling in love,' Kate. Girls fall in love: men know better. Charlotte has played her cards badly,” he added, with some emphasis.

”I don't know,” said Mrs. Verrall. ”That Charlotte would play them to the best of her ability, there's little doubt; but, as I say, she had no chance from the first. I think George did love Maria Hastings. I'm sure they have been together enough, he and Charlotte, and they have flirted enough: but, as to caring for Charlotte, I don't believe George cared for her any more than he cared for me. They have gone abroad for the winter: will be away six months or more.”

”I am sorry for that,” quietly remarked Mr. Verrall. ”I was in hopes to have made some use of Mr. George G.o.dolphin.”

”Use?” cried Mrs. Verrall. ”What use?”

”Oh, nothing,” carelessly replied Mr. Verrall. ”A little matter of business that I was going to propose to him.”

”Won't it do when he comes home?”

”I dare say it may,” said Mr. Verrall.

Mr. Rodolf Pain had walked to the right, and plunged into the grove of trees in search of Charlotte. He was not long in finding her. The noise made by her dogs was sufficient guide to him. In one respect Charlotte Pain was better off than her sister, Mrs. Verrall: she found more resources for killing time. Charlotte had no greater taste for books than Mrs. Verrall had: if she took one up, it was only to fling it down again: she did not draw, she did not work. For some reasons of her own, Charlotte kept an ornamental piece of work in hand, which never got finished. Once in a way, upon rare occasions, it was taken up, and a couple of st.i.tches done to it; and then, like the book, it was flung down again. Charlotte played well; nay, brilliantly: but she never played to amuse herself, or for the love of music--always for display.

The resources which Charlotte possessed above Mrs. Verrall, lay in her horsemans.h.i.+p and her dogs. Mrs. Verrall could ride, and sometimes did so; but it was always in a decorous manner. She did not gallop, helter-skelter, across country as Charlotte did, with half a dozen cavaliers barely keeping up with her: she took no pleasure in horses for themselves, and she would as soon have entered a pigsty as a stable.

With all Mrs. Verrall's vanity, and her not over-strong intellect, she possessed more of the refinement of the gentlewoman than did Charlotte.

Look at Charlotte now: as Rodolf Pain--a cigar, which he had just lighted, between his lips, and his hands in his pockets--approaches her.

She is standing on a garden bench, with the King Charley in her arms: the other two dogs she has set on to fight at her feet, their muzzles lying on the bench beside her. What with the natural tempers of these two agreeable animals, and what with Charlotte's frequent pastime of exasperating the one against the other, it had been found necessary to keep them muzzled to prevent quarrels: but Charlotte delighted in removing the muzzles, and setting them on, as she had done now.

Charlotte had these resources in addition to any possessed by Mrs.

Verrall. Mrs. Verrall would not, of her own free will, have touched a dog with her finger: if compelled to do so, it would have been accomplished in the most gingerly fas.h.i.+on with the extreme tip: and it was a positive source of annoyance to Mrs. Verrall, often of contention between them, Charlotte's admitting these dogs to familiar companions.h.i.+p. Charlotte, when weary from want of pastime, could find it in the stables, or with her dogs. Many an hour did she thus pa.s.s: and, so far, she had the advantage of Mrs. Verrall. Mrs. Verrall often told Charlotte that she ought to have been born a man; it cannot be denied that some of her tastes were more appropriate to a man than to a gentlewoman.

Rodolf Pain reached the bench. It was a lovely spot, secluded and shaded by trees; with an opening in front to admit a panoramic view of the enchanting scenery. But, on the mossy turf between that bench and the opening, snarled and fought those awful dogs: neither the noise nor the pastime particularly in accordance with that pleasant spot, so suggestive of peace. Charlotte looked on approvingly, giving a helping word to either side which she might deem required it; while the King Charley barked and struggled in her arms, because he was restrained from joining in the _melee_.

”I am going up at last, Charlotte.”

”Up where?” asked Charlotte, without turning her eyes on Rodolf Pain.

”To town. Verralls come back.”

Surprise caused her to look at him now. ”Verrall back!” she uttered. ”He has come suddenly, then; he was not back five minutes ago. When are you going up?”

”I will tell you all about it if you'll muzzle those brutes, and so stop their noise.”

”Muzzle them yourself,” said Charlotte, kicking the muzzles on to the gra.s.s with her foot.

Mr. Pain accomplished his task, though he did not particularly like it; neither was it an easy one: the dogs were ferocious at the moment. He then drove them away, and Charlotte dropped her King Charley that he might run after them; which he did, barking his short squeaking bark.

Rodolf held out his hand to help Charlotte down from the bench; but Charlotte chose to remain where she was, and seated herself on one of its arms. Rodolf Pain took a seat on the bench sideways, so as to face her, leaning his back against the other arm.

”When do you go?” repeated Charlotte.

”In an hour from this.”

”Quick work,” remarked Charlotte. ”Verrall gives no time for the gra.s.s to grow in anything _he_ has to do with.”

”The quick departure is mine,” said Mr. Pain. ”So that I am in town for business to-morrow morning, it's all that Verrall cares about. He suggested that I should go up by a night train.”

”_I_ should,” cried Charlotte, bluntly.