Part 56 (1/2)

”Bon Dieu! You don't mean to say Charles Belsize was in earnest!” cries the dowager. ”I always thought it was a----”

”It is not from Lord Highgate, ma'am,” Sir Barnes said, gloomily. ”It is some time since I have known that he was not in earnest; and he knows that I am now.”

”Gracious goodness! come to blows with him, too? You have not? That would be the very thing to make the world talk,” says the dowager, with some anxiety.

”No,” answers Barnes. ”He knows well enough that there can be no open rupture. We had some words the other day at a dinner he gave at his own house; Colonel Newcome and that young beggar, Clive, and that fool, Mr.

Hobson, were there. Lord Highgate was confoundedly insolent. He told me that I did not dare to quarrel with him because of the account he kept at our house. I should like to have ma.s.sacred him! She has told him that I struck her,--the insolent brute--he says he will tell it at my clubs; and threatens personal violence to me, there, if I do it again. Lady Kew, I'm not safe from that man and that woman,” cries poor Barnes, in an agony of terror.

”Fighting is Jack Belsize's business, Barnes Newcome; banking is yours, luckily,” said the dowager. ”As old Lord Highgate was to die and his eldest son, too, it is a pity certainly they had not died a year or two earlier, and left poor Clara and Charles to come together. You should have married some woman in the serious way; my daughter Walham could have found you one. Frank, I am told, and his wife go on very sweetly together; her mother-in-law governs the whole family. They have turned the theatre back into a chapel again: they have six little ploughboys dressed in surplices to sing the service; and Frank and the Vicar of Kewbury play at cricket with them on holidays. Stay, why should not Clara go to Kewbury?”

”She and her sister have quarrelled about this very affair with Lord Highgate. Some time ago it appears they had words about it and when I told Kew that bygones had best be bygones, that Highgate was very sweet upon Ethel now, and that I did not choose to lose such a good account as his, Kew was very insolent to me; his conduct was blackguardly, ma'am, quite blackguardly, and you may be sure but for our relations.h.i.+p I would have called him to----”

Here the talk between Barnes and his ancestress was interrupted by the appearance of Miss Ethel Newcome, taper in hand, who descended from the upper regions enveloped in a shawl.

”How do you do, Barnes? How is Clara? I long to see my little nephew. Is he like his pretty papa?” cries the young lady, giving her fair cheek to her brother.

”Scotland has agreed with our Newcome rose,” says Barnes, gallantly. ”My dear Ethel, I never saw you in greater beauty.”

”By the light of one bedroom candle! what should I be if the whole room were lighted? You would see my face then was covered all over with wrinkles, and quite pale and woebegone, with the dreariness of the Scotch journey. Oh, what a time we have spent! haven't we, grandmamma? I never wish to go to a great castle again; above all, I never wish to go to a little shooting-box. Scotland may be very well for men; but for women--allow me to go to Paris when next there is talk of a Scotch expedition. I had rather be in a boarding-school in the Champs Elysees than in the finest castle in the Highlands. If it had not been for a blessed quarrel with f.a.n.n.y Follington, I think I should have died at Glen Shorthorn. Have you seen my dear, dear uncle, the Colonel? When did he arrive?”

”Is he come? Why is he come?” asks Lady Kew.

”Is he come? Look here, grandmamma! did you ever see such a darling shawl! I found it in a packet in my room.”

”Well, it is beautiful,” cries the Dowager, bending her ancient nose over the web. ”Your Colonel is a galant homme. That must be said of him; and in this does not quite take after the rest of the family. Hum! hum!

is he going away again soon?”

”He has made a fortune, a very considerable fortune for a man in that rank in life,” says Sir Barnes. ”He cannot have less than sixty thousand pounds.”

”Is that much?” asks Ethel.

”Not in England, at our rate of interest; but his money is in India, where he gets a great percentage. His income must be five or six thousand pounds, ma'am,” says Barnes, turning to Lady Kew.

”A few of the Indians were in society in my time, my dear,” says Lady Kew, musingly. ”My father has often talked to me about Barbell of Stanstead, and his house in St. James's Square; the man who ordered more curricles when there were not carriages enough for his guests. I was taken to Mr. Hastings's trial. It was very stupid and long. The young man, the painter, I suppose will leave his paint-pots now, and set up as a gentleman. I suppose they were very poor, or his father would not have put him to such a profession. Barnes, why did you not make him a clerk in the bank, and save him from the humiliation?”

”Humiliation! why, he is proud of it. My uncle is as proud as a Plantagenet; though he is as humble as--as what! Give me a simile Barnes. Do you know what my quarrel with f.a.n.n.y Follington was about? She said we were not descended from the barber-surgeon, and laughed at the Battle of Bosworth. She says our great-grandfather was a weaver. Was he a weaver?”

”How should I know? and what on earth does it matter, my child? Except the Gaunts, the Howards, and one or two more, there is scarcely any good blood in England. You are lucky in sharing some of mine. My poor Lord Kew's grandfather was an apothecary at Hampton Court, and founded the family by giving a dose of rhubarb to Queen Caroline. As a rule, n.o.body is of a good family. Didn't that young man, that son of the Colonel's, go about last year? How did he get in society? Where did we meet him?

Oh! at Baden, yes; when Barnes was courting, and my grandson--yes, my grandson, acted so wickedly.” Here she began to cough, and to tremble so, that her old stick shook under her hand. ”Ring the bell for Ross.

Ross, I will go to bed. Go you too, Ethel. You have been travelling enough to-day.”

”Her memory seems to fail her a little,” Ethel whispered to her brother; ”or she will only remember what she wishes. Don't you see that she has grown very much older?”

”I will be with her in the morning. I have business with her,” said Barnes.

”Good night. Give my love to Clara, and kiss the little ones for me.

Have you done what you promised me, Barnes?”

”What?”