The Three Brides. Yonge Charlotte Mary

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      “The Charnocks, of course.  Raymond is a perfect Charnock!”

      “A vast advantage,” murmured Rosamond.

      “Of course,” said Cecil, taking it quite seriously.  “No one else could be the same thing to us.  Papa said there was not a match in the whole world that could have gratified him so much.”

      “How old are you, Cecil?” quoth Rosamond, with a ripple in her voice.

      “Oh, his age was no matter.  I don’t like young men.  That’s not the drawback; no, it is that horrid Poynsett at the end of the name.”

      “You see you had better have waived your objections to youth, and taken a younger son.”

      “I couldn’t,” said this naive young person.  “Besides, there is much more of a field for me here than at Dunstone since papa’s marriage.”

      Whatever Rosamond had on the tip of her tongue was averted by the entrance of the three younger brothers.  Julius seated himself beside her in the cushioned fireside corner; and Cecil asked where Raymond was.

      “Just stepped in to see my mother,” said Frank.  “This room opens into hers.  Will you come to them?”

      “Not yet,” said Cecil.  “I want you to tell me about the neighbourhood.”

      “Just what I want,” said Rosamond.  “Whenever I ask, Julius always says there’s Dr. Easterby.”

      Frank and Charlie burst out laughing.

      “Dr. Easterby is one of the greatest men in the English Church,” said Julius.

      “Precisely!  But what is the regiment at Backsworth?” and as Charlie named it, “Oh, what fun!  That’s where Laurie Cookson exchanged.  He will be sure to send us cards for everything.”

      “At Dunstone we never used to go to garrison gaieties,” said Cecil, gravely.

      “Oh!  I’m a military pariah,” said Rosamond, hastily.

      “Who are the land-owners?” continued Cecil.  “There was a place I saw from the line, but Raymond didn’t hear when I asked whose it was.  Close to the station, I mean.”

      “That is Sirenwood,” said Charles.  “Sir Harry Vivian’s.  He is just come back there with his two daughters.”

      “I thought Emily Vivian was dead,” said Julius.  “You don’t mean that women!”

      “That woman?” laughed his wife.  “What has she done to be a that woman?”

      “Offended his Reverence,” said Frank, in that sort of jocose tone which betrays annoyance.

      “A heartless mischievous woman!” said Julius.

      Rosamond cocked up her left eyebrow with an ineffably droll look, which encouraged Charlie to say, “Such fierceness can only be prompted by personal experience.  Look out, Rosamond!”

      “Come ’fess, Julius,” said she, merrily.  “’Fess and make it up.”

      “I—I have nothing to confess,” said Julius, seriously.

      “Hasn’t he indeed?” said she, looking at the brothers.

      “Oh! don’t ask us,” said Charlie.  “His youthful indiscretions were over long before our eyes had risen above the horizon!”

      “Do you mean that they have really come home to live here?” demanded Julius, with singular indifference to the personal insinuations.

      “I am sorry it is so painful to you,” said I Frank, somewhat ironically; “but Sir Harry thinks it right to return and end his days among his own people.”

      “Is he ill, then?”

      “I can’t gratify you so far,” returned Frank; “he is a fine old fellow of sixty-five.  Just what humbugging papers call a regular specimen of an old English gentleman,” he added to Cecil.

      “Humbugging indeed, I should hope,” muttered Julius.  “The old English gentleman has reason to complain!”

      “There’s the charity of the clergy!” exclaimed Frank.  “No forgiveness for a man who has spent a little in his youth!”

      “As an essential of the old English gentleman?” asked Julius.

      “At any rate, the poor old fellow has been punished enough,” said Charlie.

      “But what is it?  Tell me all about it,” said Cecil.  “I am sure my father would not wish me to associate with dissipated people.”

      “Ah!  Cecil,” said Rosamond.  “You’ll have to take refuge with the military, after all!”

      “It is just this,” said Charlie.  “Sir Harry and his only son were always extravagant, one as bad as the other—weren’t they, Julius?  Phil Bowater told me all about it, and how Tom Vivian lost fifteen thousand pounds one Derby Day, and was found dead in his chambers the next morning, they said from an over-dose of chloroform for neuralgia.  Then the estate was so dipped that Sir Harry had to give up the estate to his creditors, and live on an allowance abroad or at watering-places till now, when he has managed to come home.  That is to say, the house is really leased to Lady Tyrrell, and he is in a measure her guest—very queer it must be for him in his own house.”

      “Is Lady Tyrrell that woman?” asked Rosamond.

      “I conclude so,” said Charlie.  “She was the eldest daughter, and married Lord Tyrrell, who died about two years ago.  She has no children, so she has taken the family in charge, patches up Sir Harry’s affairs with her jointure, and chaperons her sister.”

      “What is she like?”

      “Ask Frank,” said Charlie, slyly.

      “No!” said Frank, with dignity.  “I shall say no more, I only excite prejudice.”

      “You are right, Frank,” said Julius, who had evidently recovered from the shock.  “It is not fair to judge people now from what they were eleven years ago.  They have had some terrible lessons, and may be much changed.”

      “Ay,” said Frank; “and they have been living in an atmosphere congenial to you, at Rockpier, and are hand and glove with all the St. Chrysostom folk there.  What do you say to that, Julius?  I can tell you they are enchanted with your curate!”

      “They are not in this parish.”

      “No, but they turn up here—the ladies, at least—at all the services at odd times that Bindon has begun with.”

      “Ah! by the bye, is Herbert Bowater come?”

      “Yes, the whole family came over to his installation in Mrs. Hornblower’s lodgings.”

      “I saw him this morning, poor old Herbs,” added Frank, “looking uncommonly as if he felt himself in a strait waistcoat.”

      “What, are there two curates?” СКАЧАТЬ