Part 36 (2/2)
She played some pretty little things from Mendelssohn, Spohr, and Schubert.
The gentlemen smoked and praised.
Then she found an old music-book, and played Hamlet's overture to Otho, and the minuet.
The gentlemen left off praising directly, and came silently into the room to hear the immortal melodist. But this is the rule in music; the lips praise the delicate gelatinous, the heart beats in silence at the mighty melodious.
Tea and coffee came directly afterward, and ere they were disposed of, a servant announced ”The Wa.s.sailers.”
”Well, let them come in,” said Mr. Raby.
The school-children and young people of the village trooped in, and made their obeisances, and sang the Christmas Carol--
”G.o.d rest you, merry gentlemen, Let nothing you dismay.”
Then one of the party produced an image of the Virgin and Child, and another offered comfits in a box; a third presented the wa.s.sail-cup, into which Raby immediately poured some silver, and Coventry followed his example. Grace fumbled for her purse, and, when she had found it, began to fumble in it for her silver.
But Raby lost all patience, and said, ”There, I give this for the lady, and she'll pay me NEXT CHRISTMAS.”
The wa.s.sailers departed, and the Squire went to say a kind word to his humbler guests.
Miss Carden took that opportunity to ask Mr. Coventry if he had noticed the picture with its face to the wall. He said he had.
”Do you know who it is?”
”No idea.”
”Did you read the inscription?”
”No. But, if you are curious, I'll go back to the dining-room, and read it.”
”I'm afraid he might be angry. There is no excuse for going there now.”
”Send me for your pocket-handkerchief.”
”Please see whether I have left my pocket-handkerchief in the dining-room, Mr. Coventry,” said Grace, demurely.
Mr. Coventry smiled, and hurried away. But he soon came back to say that the candles were all out, the windows open, and the servants laying the cloth for supper.
”Oh, never mind, then,” said Grace; ”when we go in to supper I'll look myself.”
But a considerable time elapsed before supper, and Mr. Coventry spent this time in making love rather ardently, and Grace in defending herself rather feebly.
It was nearly eleven o'clock when Mr. Raby rejoined them, and they all went in to supper. There were candles lighted on the table and a few here and there upon the walls; but the room was very somber: and Mr.
Raby informed them this was to remind them of the moral darkness, in which the world lay before that great event they were about to celebrate.
He then helped each of them to a ladleful of frumety, remarking at the same time, with a grim smile, that they were not obliged to eat it; there would be a very different supper after midnight. Then a black-letter Bible was brought him, and he read it all to himself at a side-table.
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