Love Works Wonders: A Novel. Charlotte M. Brame

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СКАЧАТЬ which must be discharged, and which do not depend upon our liking; we must do our duty whether we like it or not."

      "I detest society," was the abrupt reply – "it is all a sham!"

      "Then why not do your best to improve it? That would surely be better than to abuse it."

      "There is something in that," confessed Miss Darrell, slowly.

      "If we each do our little best toward making the world even ever so little better than we found it," said Miss Hastings, "we shall not have lived in vain."

      There was a singular grandeur of generosity about the girl. If she saw that she was wrong in an argument or an opinion, she admitted it with the most charming candor. That admission she made now by rising at once to accompany Miss Hastings.

      The drawing-room at Darrell Court was a magnificent apartment; it had been furnished under the superintendence of the late Lady Darrell, a lady of exquisite taste. It was all white and gold, the white hangings with bullion fringe and gold braids, the white damask with a delicate border of gold; the pictures, the costly statues gleamed in the midst of rich and rare flowers; graceful ornaments, tall, slender vases were filled with choicest blossoms; the large mirrors, with their golden frames, were each and all perfect in their way. There was nothing gaudy, brilliant, or dazzling; all was subdued, in perfect good taste and harmony.

      In this superb room the beauty of Pauline Darrell always showed to great advantage; she was in perfect keeping with its splendor. As she entered now, with her usual half-haughty, half-listless grace, Sir Oswald looked up with admiration plainly expressed on his face.

      "What a queenly mistress she would make for the Court, if she would but behave like other people!" he thought to himself, and then Lady Hampton rose to greet the girl.

      "My dear Miss Darrell, I was getting quite impatient; it seems an age since I saw you – really an age."

      "It is an exceedingly short one," returned Pauline; "I saw you on Tuesday, Lady Hampton."

      "Did you? Ah, yes; how could I forget? Ah, my dear child, when you reach my age – when your mind is filled with a hundred different matters – you will not have such a good memory as you have now."

      Lady Hampton was a little, over-dressed woman. She looked all flowers and furbelows – all ribbons and laces. She was, however, a perfect mistress of all the arts of polite society; she knew exactly what to say and how to say it; she knew when to smile, when to look sympathetic, when to sigh. She was not sincere; she never made the least pretense of being so. "Society" was her one idea – how to please it, how to win its admiration, how to secure a high position in it.

      The contrast between the two was remarkable – the young girl with her noble face, her grand soul looking out of her clear dark eyes; Lady Hampton with her artificial smiles, her shifting glances, and would-be charming gestures. Sir Oswald stood by with a courtly smile on his face.

      "I have some charming news for you," said Lady Hampton. "I am sure you will be pleased to hear it, Miss Darrell."

      "That will quite depend on what it is like," interposed Pauline, honestly.

      "You dear, droll child! You are so original; you have so much character. I always tell Sir Oswald you are quite different from any one else."

      And though her ladyship spoke smilingly, she gave a keen, quiet glance at Sir Oswald's face, in all probability to watch the effect of her words.

      "Ah, well," she continued, "I suppose that in your position a little singularity may be permitted," and then she paused, with a bland smile.

      "To what position do you allude?" asked Miss Darrell.

      Lady Hampton laughed again. She nodded with an air of great penetration.

      "You are cautious, Miss Darrell. But I am forgetting my news. It is this – that my niece, Miss Elinor Rocheford, is coming to visit me."

      She waited evidently for Miss Darrell to make some complimentary reply. Not a word came from the proud lips.

      "And when she comes I hope, Miss Darrell, that you and she will be great friends."

      "It is rather probable, if I like her," was the frank reply.

      Sir Oswald looked horrified. Lady Hampton smiled still more sweetly.

      "You are sure to like her. Elinor is most dearly loved wherever she goes."

      "Is she a sweet creature?" asked Pauline, with such inimitable mimicry that Miss Hastings shuddered, while Sir Oswald turned pale.

      "She is indeed," replied Lady Hampton, who, if she understood the sarcasm, made no sign. "With Sir Oswald's permission, I shall bring her to spend a long day with you, Miss Darrell."

      "I shall be charmed," said Sir Oswald – "really delighted, Lady Hampton. You do me great honor indeed."

      He looked at his niece for some little confirmation of his words, but that young lady appeared too haughty for speech; the word "honor" seemed to her strangely misapplied.

      Lady Hampton relaxed none of her graciousness; her bland suavity continued the same until the end of the visit; and then, in some way, she contrived to make Miss Hastings understand that she wanted to speak with her. She asked the governess if she would go with her to the carriage, as she wished to consult her about some music. When they were alone, her air and manner changed abruptly. She turned eagerly to her, her eyes full of sharp, keen curiosity.

      "Can you tell me one thing?" she asked. "Is Sir Oswald going to make that proud, stupid, illiterate girl his heiress – mistress of Darrell Court?"

      "I do not know," replied Miss Hastings. "How should I be able to answer such a question?"

      "Of course I ask in confidence – only in strict confidence; you understand that, Miss Hastings?"

      "I understand," was the grave reply.

      "All the county is crying shame on him," said her ladyship. "A French painter's daughter. He must be mad to think of such a thing. A girl brought up in the midst of Heaven knows what. He never can intend to leave Darrell Court to her."

      "He must leave it to some one," said Miss Hastings; "and who has a better right to it than his own sister's child?"

      "Let him marry," she suggested, hastily; "let him marry, and leave it to children of his own. Do you think the county will tolerate such a mistress for Darrell Court – so blunt, so ignorant? Miss Hastings, he must marry."

      "I can only suppose," replied the governess, "that he will please himself, Lady Hampton, without any reference to the county."

      CHAPTER VII.

      CAPTAIN LANGTON

      June, with its roses and lilies, passed on, the laburnums had all fallen, the lilies had vanished, and still the state of affairs at Darrell Court remained doubtful. Pauline, in many of those respects in which her uncle would fain have seen her changed, remained unaltered – indeed it was not easy to unlearn the teachings of a life-time.

      Miss Hastings, more patient and hopeful than Sir Oswald, persevered, with infinite tact and discretion. But there were certain peculiarities of which Pauline could not be broken. One was a habit of calling everything by its right name. She had no notion of using any of those polite little fictions society delights in; no matter СКАЧАТЬ