Part 58 (1/2)
But the wedding trip was short on account of Sir Philip, who, though he did not complain, showed by his letters how eagerly he was looking forward to their return, which soon followed; and for them life glided on in a pleasant round of social enjoyment, either at Blandfield or the house Sir Philip had secured in Westbournia.
Two years had glided by, when, so as to do as others do in the season, Charley Vining was escorting his bonnie wife through the exhibition of the Royal Academy, though, truth to say, Charley had more than once been guilty of yawning as he stood before a grand specimen of Turneresque painting, for he said that he liked to see that sort of thing in a state of nature.
They were pa.s.sing from one room to another, when suddenly there fell upon Charley Vining's ears a strange sound--not loud, in fact it was very faint, but it was peculiar, and being somewhat bored and tired by the pictures, any little thing sufficed to attract his attention.
”Squea-eek, squea-eek, squea-eek!” went the noise, as of some mechanism slightly in want of oil; when, as Charley turned, his face suddenly became suffused, his broad chest swelled, his teeth were set, and his fists clenched, as, with flas.h.i.+ng eyes, he looked like some refined and polished lion about to make a spring upon an enemy.
Ella saw what had attracted his attention at the same moment, and trembling like an aspen, the blood fled from her face, and her hands closed on her husband's arm as she tried to draw him away.
But she might as well have tried to move an oak, as the stalwart frowning Hercules who stood there gazing over his shoulder at a most carefully-dressed man, walking with a peculiar limp--a halt which told of a cork leg, without the wheezing squeak it gave at every mincingly-taken step.
Apparently familiarised to the noise himself, the dandy did not perceive that it attracted the attention of others as he moved along, catalogue in one hand, in the other the thin red-leather cord attached to a vixenish-looking toy terrier--an uncomfortable-looking little beast, that kept running between his legs or over the sweeping train of the elderly vinegary-featured lady by his side, winding the leather thong round the sound or else the cork leg, and once, in a rapid _pas_, securely binding the two; so that, what with his eyegla.s.s, his catalogue, and the dog, the gentleman seemed to have his hands completely filled.
”What picture is that, Maximilian?” suddenly exclaimed the lady, in a tone that was as acid as her looks; and she stopped short, with her back to Charley and Ella, and by the help of a gold eyegla.s.s inspected a painting.
There was no response; for the dog, the cork leg, and the thong, were in a state of tangle.
”Maximilian, I asked you the name of that picture!” cried the lady more shrilly.
”Bai Jove, there, don't be in such a hurry; don't you see what a confounded mess I'm in? There, now, hold Finette, while I look at the catalogue. Let me see, ah! yaas! Number 369. 'Dandy of the days of Charles II.' Bai Jove, ah! very fair indeed. Pity that style of dress don't come in again.”
”Squea-eek, squea-eek, squea-eek” went the leg, as the admirers of the cavalier pa.s.sed slowly on; while, as they mingled with the throng, a long pent-up breath escaped from Charley Vining's breast, and apparently greatly relieved, he exclaimed aloud:
”Poor devil!”
”Pray take me out, Charley,” whispered Ella; and for the first time he noticed her pallor.
”Take you out? to be sure!” he cried, as he tenderly drew her hand farther through his arm. ”Really, though, for a moment or two, I felt as if I could have wrung his neck.”
”Charley, dear husband!” whispered Ella; for at that moment there was again the sound of the leg, and Charley's breast began to swell and his eyes to flash.
”All right, little one, take me away,” he said, smiling; ”for I feel like a big dog scenting a rat. But there, my own, I'm frightening you; come along.”