Part 31 (1/2)

They found Miss Baker in her drawing-room, and with her Adela and aunt Penelope.

”And where is Caroline?” said George, when the introductions had been duly performed. He had to make a little effort to say this in a voice that should signify that he was at home there, but which should not savour too much of the lover. On the whole, he succeeded pretty well.

”Why, to tell the truth,” said Miss Baker, laughing, ”she is doing duty at this moment as head butler in the dining-room. If you feel any vocation that way, you may go and help her.”

”Well, I am a fairish good hand at drawing a cork,” said Bertram, as he left the room.

”So the lovers' privileges are all arranged for,” thought Harcourt to himself.

When Bertram entered the dining-room, the butler's duties seemed to be complete; at any rate, Miss Waddington was not engaged in their performance. She was leaning on the mantel-piece, and was apparently engaged in contemplating a bouquet of flowers which Bertram had contrived to send to the house since his arrival at Littlebath. It was no wonder that the boots should know all about it.

Let us agree to say nothing about the lovers' privileges. Caroline Waddington was not a girl to be very liberal of such favours, and on the occasion in question she was not more liberal than usual.

”Is Mr. Harcourt here?” said she.

”Yes, of course he is. He is upstairs.”

”And I am to go up to be looked at. How vain you men are of your playthings! Not that you have anything in this respect of which you ought to be vain.”

”But a great deal of which I ought to be, and am, very proud. I am proud of you, Caroline; proud at this moment that my friend should see how beautiful is the girl that loves me.”

”Tus.h.!.+” said Caroline, putting the back of her nosegay up to his mouth. ”What delightful nonsense you can talk. But come, your London friend won't much appreciate my excellence if I keep him waiting for his dinner.” And so they went upstairs.

But Caroline, though she laughed at her lover for showing her off, had not failed to make the best of herself. She was sufficiently anxious that Bertram should be proud of her, should have cause to be proud of her; and she seemed to be aware that if she could satisfy Mr. Harcourt's fastidious judgment, she might probably hope to pa.s.s as approved of among his other friends. She determined, therefore, to look her best as she walked into the drawing-room; and she did look her best.

”Mr. Harcourt, my niece, Miss Waddington,” said Miss Baker. Harcourt, as he rose and bowed, was lost in wonder.

Bertram fell immediately into conversation with Miss Penelope Gauntlet, but even while listening to her enthusiasm as to Arthur Wilkinson's luck in getting the living of Hurst Staple, and her praise of Lord Stapledean, he contrived to keep an eye on his friend Harcourt. ”Yes, indeed, quite fortunate; wasn't it?” But as he thus spoke, his very soul within him was rejoicing at his own triumph.

He had said nothing about Caroline personally; he had refrained his tongue, and now he had his reward.

We have said that Harcourt was lost in wonder, and such was literally the case. He had taught himself to believe that Caroline Waddington was some tall, sharp-nosed dowdy; with bright eyes, probably, and even teeth; with a simpering, would-be-witty smile, and full of little quick answers such as might suit well for the a.s.sembly-rooms at Littlebath. When he heard that she was engaged in seeing that the sherry-bottles were duly decantered, the standard of her value did not at all rise in his estimation. Candle-ends and cold mutton would doubtless be her forte, an economical was.h.i.+ng-bill her strong point.

So was he thinking, much distressed in mind--for, to do him justice, he was as anxious on behalf of Bertram as it was in his nature to be anxious for any one--when a Juno entered the room. She did not swim in, or fly in, or glide in, but walked in, as women should walk if they properly understood their parts. She walked in as though she were mistress of her own soul, and afraid to meet no pair of eyes which any human being could bend upon her. He had intended in his good-nature to patronise her; but that other question instantly occurred to him--would she patronise him? Bertram he had known long and intimately, and held him therefore somewhat cheap in many respects, as we are all accustomed to hold our dearest friends. But now, at once he rose in his estimation a hundred per cent. What might not be expected of a man whom such a woman would acknowledge that she loved?

A Juno had entered the room; for her beauty, as we have said before, was that rather of the queen of the G.o.ds. George immediately acknowledged to himself that he had never before seen her look so grandly beautiful. Her charms have been related, and that relation shall not be repeated; but when first seen by Harcourt, their power was more thoroughly acknowledged by him, much more thoroughly than they had been by her lover when he had first met her. Then, however, she had been sitting at dinner between her aunt and Mr. M'Gabbery, quite unconscious that any one was arriving whose existence could be of importance to her.

There was no time for conversation then. The surprise arising from her entrance had, on Harcourt's part, hardly subsided, when the servant announced dinner, and he was called on to give his arm to Miss Baker.

”I hope you approve your friend's choice,” said that lady, smiling.

”Miss Waddington is certainly the most lovely girl I ever beheld,”

replied he, with enthusiasm.

The Rev. Mr. Meek handed down Miss Penelope Gauntlet, and Bertram followed with the two girls, happy and high-spirited. He first tendered his arm to Adela, who positively refused it; then to Caroline, who was equally determined. Then, putting a hand behind the waist of each of them, he pushed them through the door before him.

There are certainly some privileges which an accepted lover may take in a house, and no one but an accepted lover.

George took his seat at the bottom of the table, as though he were quite at home; and Harcourt, happy sinner! found himself seated between Adela and Caroline. He was not good enough for such bliss.

But had his virtues been ever so s.h.i.+ning, how could they have availed him? Neither of his neighbours had a portion of a heart left to call her own.