The Heir of Redclyffe. CHARLOTTE M. YONGE

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      ‘Come, let us have the history. Who handed who in to dinner? I hope Guy had Mrs. Brownlow.’

      ‘Oh no,’ said Laura; we had both the honourables.’

      ‘Not Philip!’

      ‘No,’ said Guy; ‘the fidus Achetes was without his pious Aeneas.’

      ‘Very good, Guy,’ said Charles, enjoying the laugh.

      ‘I could not help thinking of it,’ said Guy, rather apologising, ‘when I was watching Thorndale’s manner; it is such an imitation of Philip; looking droller, I think, in his absence, than in his presence. I wonder if he is conscious of it.’

      ‘It does not suit him at all,’ said Mrs. Edmonstone; because he has no natural dignity.’

      ‘A man ought to be six foot one, person and mind, to suit with that grand, sedate, gracious way of Philip’s,’ said Guy.

      ‘There’s Guy’s measure of Philip’s intellect,’ said Charles, ‘just six foot one inch.’

      ‘As much more than other people’s twice his height,’ said Guy.

      ‘Who was your neighbour, Laura?’ asked Amy.

      ‘Dr. Mayerne; I was very glad of him, to keep off those hunting friends of Mr. Brownlow, who never ask anything but if one has been to the races, and if one likes balls.’

      ‘And how did Mrs. Brownlow behave?’ said Charles.

      ‘She is a wonderful woman,’ said Mrs. Edmonstone, in her quiet way; and Guy with an expression between drollery and simplicity, said, ‘Then there aren’t many like her.’

      ‘I hope not,’ said Mrs. Edmonstone.

      ‘Is she really a lady?’

      ‘Philip commonly calls her “that woman,” ’ said Charles. ‘He has never got over her one night classing him with his “young man” and myself, as three of the shyest monkeys she ever came across.’

      ‘She won’t say so of Maurice,’ said Laura, as they recovered the laugh.

      ‘I heard her deluding some young lady by saying he was the eldest son,’ said Mrs. Edmonstone.

      ‘Mamma!’ cried Amy, ‘could she have thought so?’

      ‘I put in a gentle hint on Lord de Courcy’s existence, to which she answered, in her quick way, ‘O ay, I forgot; but then he is the second, and that’s the next thing.’

      ‘If you could but have heard the stories she and Maurice were telling each other!’ said Guy. ‘He was playing her off, I believe; for whatever she told, he capped it with something more wonderful. Is she really a lady?’

      ‘By birth,’ said Mrs. Edmonstone. It is only her high spirits and small judgment that make her so absurd.’

      ‘How loud she is, too!’ said Laura. ‘What was all that about horses, Guy?’

      ‘She was saying she drove two such spirited horses, that all the grooms were afraid of them; and when she wanted to take out her little boy, Mr. Brownlow said “You may do as you like my dear, but I won’t have my son’s neck broken, whatever you do with your own.” So Maurice answered by declaring he knew a lady who drove not two, but four-in-hand, and when the leaders turned round and looked her in the face, gave a little nod, and said, ‘I’m obliged for your civility.’

      ‘Oh! I wish I had heard that,’ cried Laura.

      ‘Did you hear her saying she smoked cigars?’

      Everyone cried out with horror or laughter.

      ‘Of course, Maurice told a story of a lady who had a cigar case hanging at her chatelaine, and always took one to refresh her after a ball.’

      Guy was interrupted by the announcement of his horse, and rode off at once to Mr. Lascelles.

      On his return he went straight to the drawing-room, where Mrs. Edmonstone was reading to Charles, and abruptly exclaimed—

      ‘I told you wrong. She only said she had smoked one cigar.’ Then perceiving that he was interrupting, he added, ‘I beg your pardon,’ and went away.

      The next evening, on coming in from a solitary skating, he found the younger party in the drawing-room, Charles entertaining the Miss Harpers with the story of the cigars. He hastily interposed—

      ‘I told you it was but one.’

      ‘Ay, tried one, and went on. She was preparing an order for Havannah.’

      ‘I thought I told you I repeated the conversation incorrectly.’

      ‘If it is not the letter, it is the spirit,’ said Charles, vexed at the interference with his sport of amazing the Miss Harpers with outrageous stories of Mrs. Brownlow.

      ‘It is just like her,’ said one of them. ‘I could believe anything of Mrs. Brownlow.’

      ‘You must not believe this,’ said Guy, gently. ‘I repeated incorrectly what had better have been forgotten, and I must beg my foolish exaggeration to go no further.’

      Charles became sullenly silent; Guy stood thoughtful; and Laura and Amabel could not easily sustain the conversation till the visitors took their leave.

      ‘Here’s a pother!’ grumbled Charles, as soon as they were gone.

      ‘I beg your pardon for spoiling your story,’ said Guy; but it was my fault, so I was obliged to interfere.’

      ‘Bosh!’ said Charles. ‘Who cares whether she smoked one or twenty? She is Mrs. Brownlow still.’

      The point is, what was truth?’ said Laura.

      ‘Straining at gnats,’ said Charles.

      ‘Little wings?’ said Guy, glancing at Amabel.

      ‘Have it your won way,’ said Charles, throwing his head back; ‘they must be little souls, indeed that stick at such trash.’

      Guy’s brows were contracted with vexation, but Laura looked up very prettily, saying—

      ‘Never mind him. We must all honour you for doing such an unpleasant thing.’

      ‘You will recommend him favourably to Philip,’ growled Charles.

      There was no reply, and presently Guy asked whether he would go up to dress? Having no other way of showing his displeasure, he refused, and remained nursing his ill-humour, till he forgot how slight the offence had been, and worked himself into a sort of insane desire—half mischievous, half revengeful—to be as provoking as he could in his turn.

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