Part 68 (1/2)

He rose, and to the infinite delight of Mr. Ba.s.sett, and even of Master Compton, who pointed and crowed from his mother's lap, he got up on his chair, and put on a pair of spectacles to look.

”Eureka!” said he; ”behold that dish by Lady Ba.s.sett; those are _marrons glaces;_ fetch them here, and let us go in for a fit of the gout at once.”

”Gout! what's that?” inquired Mr. Ba.s.sett.

”Don't ask me.”

”You don't know.

”Not know! What, didn't I tell you I was Rolfe the writer? Writers know everything. That is what makes them so modest.”

Mr. Ba.s.sett was now unnaturally silent for five minutes, munching chestnuts; this enabled his guests to converse; but as soon as he had cleared his plate, he cut right across the conversation, with that savage contempt for all topics but his own which characterizes gentlemen of his age, and says he to Rolfe, ”You know everything? Then what's a parson's brat?”

”Well, that's the one thing I don't know,” said Rolfe; ”but a brat I take to be a boy who interrupts ladies and gentlemen with nonsense when they are talking sense.”

”I am very much obliged to you, Mr. Rolfe,” said Lady Ba.s.sett. ”That remark was very much needed.”

Then she called Reginald to her, and lectured him, _sotto voce,_ to the same tune.

”You old bachelors are rather hard,” said Sir Charles, not very well pleased.

”We are obliged to be; you parents are so soft. After all, it is no wonder. What a superb boy it is!--Here is nurse. I'm so sorry. Now we shall be cabined, cribbed, confined to rational conversation, and I shall not be expected to--(good-night, little flaxen angel; good-by, handsome and loquacious demon; kiss and be friends)--expected to know, all in a minute, what is a parson's brat. By-the-by, talking of parsons, what has become of Angelo?”

”He has been away a good many years. Consumption, I hear.”

”He was a fine-built fellow too; was he not, Lady Ba.s.sett?”

”I don't know; but he was beautifully strong. I think I see him now carrying dear Charles in his arms all down the garden.”

”Ah, you see he was raised in a university that does not do things by halves, but trains both body and mind, as they did at Athens; for the union of study and athletic sports is spoken of as a novelty, but it is only a return to antiquity.”

Here letters were brought by the second post. Sir Charles glanced at his, and sent them to his study. Lady Ba.s.sett had but one. She said, _”May_ I?” to both gentlemen, and then opened it.

”How strange!” said she. ”It is from Mr. Angelo: just a line to say he is coming home quite cured.”

She began this composedly, but blushed afterward--blushed quite red.

_”May_ I?” said she, and tossed it delicately half-way to Rolfe. He handed it to Sir Charles.

Some remarks were then made about the coincidence, and nothing further pa.s.sed worth recording at that time.

Next day Lady Ba.s.sett, with instinctive curiosity, asked Master Reginald how he came to put such a question as that to Mr. Rolfe.

”Because I wanted to know.”

”But what put such words into your head? I never heard a gentleman say such words; and you must never say them again, Reginald.”

”Tell me what it means, and I won't,” said he.

”Oh,” said Lady Ba.s.sett, ”since you bargain with me, sir, I must bargain with you. Tell me first where you ever heard such words.”