The Quiet Gentleman

Theo took his bridle from Gervase, saying that he must go to the stables, and would lead Orthes. Gervase smiled his thanks, and led the Viscount into the Castle.

'I hope you mean to stay at Stanyon for several weeks, Lucy,' he said. 'I warn you, however, that it is a dreadful place! I daresay my stepmother will dislike it excessively that you have come to visit me—and in such a rig!'

'Ger! The Four-Horse Club!' protested the Viscount, shocked.

'I am aware. She will think you a coxcomb, and you will leave Stanyon tomorrow, routed by her Roman nose!'

'Parrot-faced, is she?' said the Viscount, interested. 'Lay you a monkey she don't peck me! Dear boy, did you ever see my aunts? Three of 'em, all parrot-faced, and all hot at hand! Father's frightened of 'em—m'mother's frightened of 'em—Freddy won't face 'em! Only person who can handle 'em's me! No bamming—true as I stand here! Ask anyone!'

Whatever his success might have been in captivating his aunts, it seemed, for the first few minutes after his presentation to the Dowager, as though she must be reckoned amongst his failures. He had shed his driving-coat, a preposterous garment of inordinate length and a superfluity of shoulder-capes, but whatever might have been gained by this was lost, Gervase informed him, by the consequent revelation of a single-breasted coat with a long waist, a kerseymere waistcoat of blue and yellow stripes, white corduroy small-clothes, and short boots with immensely long tops. A black-spotted muslin cravat, and a Stanhope Crop to his brown locks added the final touches to his appearance, and did nothing to recommend him to his hostess. Her instinct led her to eye with revulsion any friend of her stepson, and her consequence was offended by his having awaited no invitation to visit Stanyon. On the other hand, his rank could not but make him acceptable to her; and it very soon transpired that she had once stood up for two dances at a Harrogate Assembly with his Uncle Lucius. By the time she had discovered, by a series of exhaustive questions and recollections, that a connection of hers, whom she traced through several marriages, had actually married the Viscount's cousin Amelia, the enormities of his dress and his lack of ceremony were alike forgiven, and she was ready to declare him to be a very pretty-behaved young man, and one whom she was glad to welcome to Stanyon. His man arriving at Stanyon during the course of the afternoon, in a hired post- chaise piled high with his baggage, he was able, before dinner, to change the insignia of the Four-Horse Club for the propriety of knee-breeches and a dark coat, and thus to confirm himself in her good graces. She hoped he might be persuaded to remain at Stanyon for the ball. He was all compliance and good-nature; led her in to dinner, sat on her right hand at the table, and regaled her with the details, with which she had long desired to be furnished, of the extraordinary circumstances leading to his Aunt Agatha's second marriage. Since his conversation was freely embellished with such cant terms as never failed to incur rebuke from her when they passed the lips of her son and her stepson, these gentlemen had nothing to do, according to their separate dispositions, but to admire the address which could carry off such unconventionalities, or to wonder at the unpredictability of elderly ladies.

Martin, who had sustained a painful interview with his cousin, sat down to dinner in a mood of offended hauteur. The table having been rearranged to accommodate the unexpected guest, he was seated on his half- brother's left hand; and he took advantage of an animated discussion on the rival merits of Brighton and Scarborough as watering-places to say to Gervase in an angry undervoice: 'I collect that you rode to Hatherfield this morning, and found the bridge unsafe! I daresay you may have said that you had that intention, but I was not attending! In any event, I had warned Hayle already that the bridge had been damaged!'

'In fact,' said Gervase, 'had I broken my neck you would have been inconsolable.'

'No, I shouldn't,' said Martin bluntly. 'But to say that I tried to contrive that you should is the outside of enough! Break your neck indeed! In that paltry stream!'

'Don't lie to me, but own that you did hear me say I would ride to Hatherfield, and hoped that I might tumble into a very muddy river!'

'Oh, well—!' Martin said, reddening, but grinning in spite of himself. He found that Gervase was regarding him thoughtfully, and added, in a defensive tone: 'It's no concern of mine where you choose to ride! Of course, if you had asked me—! However, you did not, and as for there being the least danger of your being drowned—pooh!' He appeared to find some awkwardness in continuing the discussion, and said: 'You won't have forgot that we are to go to Whissenhurst this evening. I have ordered the carriage; for Drusilla goes too. Do you care to accompany me, or shall you drive yourself?'

'No, I don't go. Present my compliments and my excuses to Lady Bolderwood, if you please!' Gervase turned from him, as he spoke, to address some remark to Miss Morville, who, never having visited Scarborough, had retired from the argument still being carried on by the other persons seated at the table.

When the ladies presently withdrew, Martin also left the table, saying that he must not keep Miss Morville waiting. Theo, suggesting that his cousin might wish to be alone with Lord Ulverston, engaged himself to keep the Dowager tolerably well amused with a few rubbers of piquet. This good-natured scheme for the Earl's relief was rendered abortive, however, by her having previously extorted a promise from the Viscount to join her presently for a game of whist. This was kept up for some time after the appearance of the tea-table, the Dowager declaring that she scarcely knew how to tear herself away from the cards. 'Twenty minutes to eleven!' she said, consulting the clock on the mantelshelf. 'I shall be worn-out with dissipation. In general, you must know, I do not care to play after ten o'clock: it does not suit me; but this evening I have so much enjoyed the rubbers that I am not conscious of the hour. You play a very creditable game, Ulverston. I am no flatterer, so you may believe me when I say that I have been very well entertained. My dear father was a notable cardplayer, and I believe I have inherited his aptitude. Dear me, it will be wonderful if I am asleep before midnight! I shall not wait for Miss Morville to return, for if they are engaged in dancing, or speculation, at Whissenhurst, you know, there is no saying when she and Martin will come back. We will go to prayers immediately.'

Before this programme could be enforced on the company, the door opened to admit the two absentees. Their early return was explained, composedly by Miss Morville, and with great discontent by Martin. They had arrived at Whissenhurst to find Sir Thomas indisposed; and although his lady apprehended no cause for serious anxiety, he had gone to bed with a sore throat and a feverish pulse, and she had sent a message to Dr. Malpas, desiring him to call at the Grange in the morning. Her fear was that Sir Thomas had contracted influenza; and in these circumstances Miss Morville had not thought it proper to remain after tea had been drunk.

'If only Marianne does not take it from him!' Martin exclaimed. 'One would have thought he need not have chosen this moment of all others to be ill! He might have caught influenza last month, and welcome—and, to be sure, I don't know why he could not have done so, when half the countryside was abed with it! But no! Nothing will do but for him to be ill just when we are to hold our ball! I shouldn't be at all surprised if the Bolderwoods do not come! It is all of a piece!'

'Shabby fellow!' said Ulverston, looking amused. 'But so it is always with these crusty old men! They delight in plaguing the rest of us!'

'Oh, well, as to that, I would not call him crusty!' Martin owned.

'Ah, now you are being over-generous, I feel!'

'Sir Thomas is a very respectable man,' pronounced the Dowager. 'We will send to enquire at Whissenhurst tomorrow, and I have no doubt that we shall receive a comfortable account of him. He would be very sorry not to be able to come to Stanyon, I daresay.'

'What,' demanded the Viscount, a little later, when Gervase had borne him away to the library on the entrance floor of the Castle, 'is the peculiar virtue of Sir Thomas, which makes his presence indispensable to the success of your ball?'

Gervase laughed. 'A daughter!'

'A daughter! Very well! I don't need to ask, Is she beautiful?'

'Very beautiful, very engaging!'

'What a shocking thing it would be, then, for Sir Thomas to cry off! I shall certainly remain with you for a long visit, Ger!'

'Nothing could please me more, but take care you don't tread upon Martin's corns!'

'How can you, after watching my conciliatory manners this night, think such an event possible? What is the matter with that halfling?'

'Indulgence!'

The Viscount stretched out his hand for the glass of wine Gervase had poured for him. 'I see. And is he in love with Sir Thomas's daughter?'