Nancy by Rhoda Broughton - CHAPTER XV
"How mother, when we used to stun
Her head wi' all our noisy fun,
Did wish us all a-gone from home;
But now that some be dead and some
Be gone, and, oh, the place is dumb,
How she do wish wi' useless tears
To have again about her ears
The voices that be gone!"
We have passed Cologne; have passed Brussels; have passed Calais and Dover; have passed London; we are drawing near home. How refreshing sounds the broad voice of the porters at Dover! Squeamish as I am, after an hour and three-quarters of a nice, short, chopping sea, the sight of the dear green-fustian jackets, instead of the slovenly blue blouses across-Channel, goes nigh to revive me. Adieu, O neatly aquiline, broad-shaved French faces! Welcome, O bearded Britons, with your rough-hewn noses!
To avoid the heat of the day, we go down from London by a late afternoon train. It is evening when, almost before the train has stopped, I insist on jumping out at our station. Imagine if through some accident we were carried on to the next by mistake!
Such a thing has never happened in the annals of history, but still it might.
Sir Roger has some considerable difficulty in hindering me from shaking hands with the whole staff of officials. One veteran porter, who has been here ever since I was born, has a polite but improbable trick of addressing every female passenger as "my lady." Well, with regard to me, at least, he is right now. I am "my lady." Ha! ha! I have not nearly got over the ridiculousness of this fact yet, though I have been in possession of it now these four whole weeks.
It has been a hot, parching summer day, and now that the night draws on all the flagging flowers in the cottage-borders are straightening themselves anew, and lifting their leaves to the dews. The pale bean-flowers, in the broad bean-fields, as we pass, send their delicate scent over the hedge to me, as if it were some fair and courteous speech. To me it seems as if they were saying, as plainly as may be, "Welcome home, Nancy!"
The sky that has been all of one hue during the live-long day�wherever you looked, nothing but pale, pale azure�is now like the palette of some God-painter splashed and freaked with all manner of great and noble colors�a most regal blaze of gold�wide plains of crimson, as if all heaven were flashing at some high thought�little feathery cloud-islands of tenderest rose-pink. We are coming very near now. There, down below, set round its hips with tall rushes, is our pool, all blood-red in the sunset! Can that be colorless water�that great carmine fire? There are our elms, with their heads in the sunset, too.
"General," say I, very softly, putting my hand through his arm, and speaking in a small tone of unutterable content, "I should like to kiss everybody in the world."
"Perhaps you would not mind beginning with me," returns he, gayly; then�for I look quite capable of it�glancing slightly over his shoulder at the vigilant couple in the dickey.
"No, I did not mean really."
We are trotting alongside of the park-paling. I stand up and try to catch a glimpse between the coachman and footman, of the gate, to see whether they have come to meet me.
We are slackening our speed; we are going to turn in; the lodge-keeper runs out to open the gate; but no, it is needless. It is already open. I could have told her that. Here they all are!�Barbara, Algy, Bobby, Tou Tou.
"Here they are!" cry I, in a fidgety rapture. "Oh, general, just look how Tou Tou has grown; her frock is nearly up to her knees!"
"Do you think she can have grown that much in four weeks?" asks he, not contradictiously, but a little doubtfully, as Don Quixote may have asked the Princess Micomicona her reasons for landing at Ossime. "But pray, madam," says he, "why did your ladyship land at Ossime, seeing that it is not a seaport town?"
"I suppose not," I reply, a little disappointed. "I suppose that her frock must have run up in the washing."
To this day I have not the faintest idea how I got out of the carriage. My impression is that I flew over the side with wings which came to my aid in that one emergency, and then for evermore disappeared.
I do not know this time where I begin, or whom I end with. I seemed to be kissing them all at once. All their arms seem to be round my neck, and mine round all of theirs at the same moment. The only wonder is that, at the end of our greetings, we have a feature left among us. When at length they are ended�
"Well," say I, studiedly, with a long sigh of content, staring from one countenance to another, with a broad grin on my own. "Well!" and though I have been away four weeks, and been to foreign parts, and dined at table d'h�tes and seen Crucifixions and Madonnas, and seem to have more to tell than could be crowded into a closely-packed twelvemonth of talk, this is all I can find to say.
"Well," reply they, nor do they seem to be much richer in conversation than I.
Bobby is the first to regain the use of his tongue. He says, "My eye!" (oh, dear and familiar expletive, for a whole calendar month I have not heard you!)�"my eye! what a swell you are!"
Meanwhile Sir Roger stands aloof. If he ever thought of himself, he might be reasonably and equitably huffy at being so entirely neglected, for I will do them the justice to say that I think they have all utterly forgotten his existence: but, as he never does, I suppose he is not; at least there is only a friendly entertainment, and no hurt dignity, in the gentle strength of his face.
In the exuberance of my happiness, I have given him free leave to kiss Barbara and Tou Tou, but the poor man does not seem to be likely to have the chance.
"Are not you going to speak to the general?" I say, nudging Barbara. "You have never said 'How do you do?' to him."
Thus admonished, they recover their presence of mind and turn to salute him. There are no kissings, however, only some rather formal hand-shakings; and then Algy, as being possessed of the nearest approach to manners of the family, walks on with him. The other three adhere to me.
"Well," say I, for the third time, holding Barbara by one hand, and resting the other on Bobby's stout arm, dressed in cricketing-flannel, while Tou Tou backs before us with easy grace. "Well, and how is everybody? How is mother?"
"She is all right!"
"And HE? Is anybody in disgrace now? At least of course somebody is, but who?"
"In disgrace!" cries Bobby, briskly. "Bless your heart, no! we are
'Like the young lambs,
A sporting about by the side of their dams.'
In disgrace, indeed! we are 'Barbara, child,' and 'Algy, my dear fellow,' and 'Bobby, love.'"
"Bobby!" cries Tou Tou, in a high key of indignation at this monstrously palpable instance of unveracity, and nearly capsizing, as she speaks, into a rabbit-hole, which, in her backward progress�we are crossing the park�she has not perceived.
"Well," replies Bobby, candidly, "that last yarn may not be quite a fact, I own that; but I appeal to you, Barbara, is not it true i' the main? Are not we all 'good fellows,' and 'dear boys?'"
"I am thankful to say that we are," replies Barbara, laughing; "but how long we shall remain so is quite another thing."
"I have brought a present for him," say I, rather nervously; "do you think he will be pleased?"
"He will say that he very much regrets that you should have taken the trouble to waste your money upon him, as he did last birthday, when we exerted ourselves to lay out ten shillings and sixpence on that spectacle-case," answers Bobby, cheerfully.
"But what is it?"
"What is it?" cry Barbara and Tou Tou in a breath.
"It is a�a traveling-bag," reply I, with a little hesitation, looking imploringly from Barbara to Bobby. "Do you think he will like it?"
"A traveling-bag!" echoes Bobby; then, a little bluntly, "but he never travels!"
"No more he does!" reply I, feeling a good deal crestfallen. "I thought of that myself; it was not quite my own idea�it was the general's suggestion!"
"The general!" says Bobby, "whew�w!" (with a long whistle of intelligence)�"well, he ought to know what he likes and dislikes, ought not he? He ought to understand his tastes, being the same age, and having been at schoo�"
"Look!" cry I, hastily, breaking into the midst of these soothing facts, which are daily becoming more distasteful to me, and pointing to the windows of the house, which are all blazing in the sunset, each pane sending forth a sheaf of fire, as if some great and mighty feast were being held within. "I see you are having an illumination in honor of us."
"Yes," answers Bobby, kindly entering into my humor, "and the reason why father did not come to meet you at the gate was that he was busy lighting the candles."
My spirits are so dashed by the more implied than expressed disapproval of my brethren, that I resolve to defer the presentation of the bag till to-morrow, or perhaps�to-morrow being Sunday, always rather a dark day in the paternal calendar�till Monday.
Dinner is over, and, as it is clearly impossible to stay in-doors on such a night, we are all out again. The three elders�father, mother, and husband�sitting sedately on three rustic chairs on the dry gravel-walk, and we young ones lying about in different attitudes of restful ease, on rugs and cloaks that we have spread upon the dewy grass. We are not far off from the others, but just so far as that our talk should be out of ear-shot. In my own mind, I am not aware that Sir Roger would far rather be with us, listening to our quick gabble, and laughing with us at our threadbare jests, which are rewarded with mirth so disproportioned to their size, than interchanging sober talk with the friend of his infancy. Once or twice I see his gray eyes straying a little wistfully toward us, but he makes no slightest movement toward joining us. I should like, if I had my own way, to ask him to come to us, to ask him to sit on the rugs and make jokes too, but some sort of false shame, some sneaky shyness before the boys, hinders me. I am leaning my elbow on the soft fur of the rug, and my head on my hand, and am staring up at the stars, cool and throbbing, so like little stiletto-holes pricked in heaven's floor, as they steal out in systems and constellations on the night.
"There is dear old Charles Wain," say I, affectionately; "I never knew where to look for him in Dresden; how nice it is to be at home again!"
"Nancy!" says Algy, gravely, "do you know I have counted, and that is the sixteenth time that you have made that ejaculation since your arrival! Do you know�I am sorry to have to say it�that it sounds as if you had not enjoyed your honey-moon very much?"
"It sounds quite wrong, then," cry I, coming down from the stars, and speaking rather sharply. "I enjoyed it immensely; yes, immensely!"
I say this with an emphasis which is calculated to convince not only everybody else, but even myself.
"Come, now," cries Bobby, who is farthest off from me, and, to remedy this disadvantage, begins to travel quickly, in a sitting posture, along the rugs toward me, "tell the truth�gospel truth, mind!�the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help you, God. Would you like to be setting off on it over again, to-morrow morning?"
"Of course not," reply I, angrily; "what a silly question! Would any one like to begin any thing over again, just the very minute that they had finished it? You might as well ask me would I like to have dinner over again, and begin upon a fresh plate of soup."
No one is convinced.
"When I marry," continues Bobby, lying flat on his back, with his hands clasped under his head (we all laugh)�"when I marry, no one shall succeed in packing me off to foreign parts, with my young woman. I shall take her straight home, as if I was not ashamed of her, and we will have a dance, and make a clean sweep of our own cake."
"Nancy!" cries Tou Tou, innocently, joining in the conversation for the first time, "did any one take him for your grandfather, as the Brat said they would?"
"Of course not!" cry I, crossly, making a spiteful lunge, as I speak, at a startle-de-buz, which has lumbered booming into my face. "Who on earth supposed they would really?"
Tou Tou collapses, with a hazy impression of having been snubbed, and there is a moment's silence. A faint, fire-like flush still lingers in the west�all that is left of the dazzling pageant that the heavens sent to welcome me home. I am looking toward it�away from my brothers and sisters�away from everybody�across the indistinct garden-beds�across the misty park, and the dark tree-tops, when a voice suddenly brings me back.
"Nancy, child!" it says, "is not it rather damp for you? Would you mind putting this on?"
I look up in a hurry, and see Sir Roger stooping over me, with an outspread cloak in his hands.
"Oh, thank you!" cry I, hurriedly, reddening�I do not quite know why�and with that same sort of sneaky feeling, as if the boys were laughing; "I am not one much apt to catch cold�none of us are�but I will, if you like."
So saying, I drew it round my shoulders. Then he goes, in a minute, without a second's lingering, back to the gravel-walk, to his wicker-chair, to grave, dry talk, to the friend of his infancy! I have an uncomfortable feeling that there is a silent and hidden laugh among the family.
"Barbara, my treasure!" says Algy, presently, in a mocking voice, "might I be allowed to offer you our umbrella, and a pair of goloshes to defend you from the evening dews?"
"Hush!" cries Barbara, gently pushing him away, and stretching out her hand to me. She is the only one that understands. (Oh, why, why did I ever laugh at him with them? What is there to laugh at in him?)
"My poor Barbara!" continues Algy, in a tone of affected solicitude. "If you had not a tender brother to look after you, your young limbs might be cramped with rheumatism, and twitched with palsy, before any one would think of bringing you a cloak."
"Wait a bit!" say I, recovering my good-humor with an effort, reflecting that it is no use to be vexed�that they mean nothing�and that, lastly, I have brought it on myself!
"Wait for what?" asks Barbara, laughing. "Till Toothless Jack has grown used to his new teeth?"
"By-the-by," cries Bobby, eagerly, "that was since you went away, Nancy: he has set up a stock of new teeth�beauties�like Orient pearl�he wore them in church last Sunday for the first time. We tell Barbara that he has bought them on purpose to propose in. Now, do not you think it looks promising?"
"We do not mean, however," says Algy, lighting a cigar, "to let Barbara go cheap! Now that we have disposed of you so advantageously, we are beginning to be rather ambitious even for Tou Tou."
"We think," says Bobby, giving a friendly but severe pull to our youngest sister's outspread yellow locks, "that Tou Tou would adorn the Church. Bishops have mostly thin legs, so it is to be presumed that they admire them: we destine Tou Tou for a bishop's lady!"
Hereupon follows a lively fire of argument between Bobby and his sister; she protesting that she will not espouse a bishop, and he asseverating that she shall. It lasts the best part of a quarter of hour, and ends by reducing Tou Tou to tears.
"But come," says Algy, taking his cigar out of his mouth, throwing his head back, and blowing two columns of smoke out of his nose, "let us take up our subject again where we dropped it. I should be really glad if I could get you to own that you and he"�(indicating my husband by a jerk of his head)�"grew rather sick of each other! Whether you own it or not, I know you did; and it would give me pleasure to hear it. You need not take it personally. I assure you that it is no slur upon him�everybody does. I have talked to lots of fellows who have gone through it, and they all say the same."
"Nancy!" says Bobby, abandoning, at length, his persecution of Tou Tou, and pretending not to hear her last persevering assertion of her determination not to be episcopally wed�"tell the truth, and shame the devil. It would be different if we were strangers, but we that have sported with you since you wore frilled trousers and a bib�come now�did you, or did you not, kneel three times a day, like the prophet Daniel, looking eastward or westward, or whichever way it did look, and yearn for us, and Jacky, and the bun-loaf�come, now?"
"Well, yes," say I, reluctantly making the admission. "I do not say that I did not! Of course, after having been used to you all my life, it would have been very odd if I had not missed you rather badly; but that is a very different thing from being sick of him!"
"Well, we will not say sick," returns Algy, with the air of one who is making a handsome concession, "it is a disagreeable, bilious expression, but it would be useless to try and convince me that any human affection could stand the wear and tear of twenty-eight whole days of an absolute duet and not be rather the worse for it!"
"But it was not an absolute duet," cry I, raising my voice a little, and speaking with some excitement; "you are talking about what you do not know! you are quite wrong."
"Well, it is not the first time in my life that I have been that," he says, philosophically; "but come�who did you the Christian office of interrupting it? tell us."
"I told you in my letters," say I, rather petulantly. "I certainly mentioned�yes, I know I did�we happened at Dresden to fall in with a friend of the general's�at least, a person he knew."
"A person he knew? What kind of a person? Man or woman?"
"Man."
"Old or young?"
"Young."
"Ugly or pretty?"
"Pretty," answer I, laughing. "Ah! what a rage he would be in, if he could hear such an epithet applied to him!"
"A young, well-looking, man-friend!" says Algy, slowly recapitulating all my admissions as he lies gently puffing on the rug beside me. "Well?"
"Well!" echo I, rather snappishly. "Nothing! only that I wanted to show you that it was not quite such a duet as you imagined! Of course�Dresden is not a big place�of course we met very often, and went here and there together."
"And where was Sir Roger meanwhile?"
"Sir Roger was there, too, of course," reply I, still a little crossly, "except once or twice�certainly not more than twice�he said he did not feel inclined to come, and so we went without him."
"You left him at home, in fact!" says Algy, with a rather malicious smile, "out of harm's way, while you and the young friend marauded about the town together; it must have been very lively for him, poor man! Oh, fie! Nancy, fie!"
"We did not do any thing of the kind," cry I, now thoroughly vexed and uncomfortable. "I wish you would not misunderstand things on purpose! there is not any fun in it! Both times I wanted him to come! I asked him particularly!"
"And, if I may make so bold as to inquire," asks Bobby, striking in, "how did the young friend call himself? What was his name?"
"Musgrave," reply I, shortly. "Frank Musgrave!" for the stream of my conversation seems dried.
"Was he nice? Should we like him?" ask Tou Tou, who has recovered her equanimity, dried her tears, and forgotten the bishop.
"He was nice to look at!" reply I cautiously.
"That is a very different thing!" says Barbara, laughing. "But was he nice in himself?"
I reflect.
"No," say I, "I do not think he was: at least, he wanted a great deal of alteration."
"As I have no doubt that you told him," says Algy, with a smile.
"I dare say I did," reply I, distantly, for I am not pleased with Algy.
A little pause.
"I think he was nice, too, in a way," say I, rather compunctiously. "I used to tell him about all of you, and�I dare say it was pretense�but he seemed to like to hear about you! When I came away, he sent his love to Barbara; he would not send any messages to you boys�he said he hated boys!"
"Humph!"
Another short silence. The elders have gone in to tea. Through the windows, I see the lamplight shining on the tea-cups.
"Algy!" say I, in a rather low voice, edging a little nearer to where he lies gracefully outspread, "you did not mean it, really? You do not think I�I�I�neglected the general, do you?�you do not think I�I�liked to be away from him?"
"My lady!" replies he, teasingly, "I think nothing! I only know what your ladyship was good enough to tell me!"
Then we all get up, shoulder our rugs, and walk in. |
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