'— Will nothing pierce your ears, Mr. Whitford?'
He heard the intruding voice, but he was bent on rubbing out the cloudy letters L?titia had begun to spell, and he stammered, in a tone of matter-of-fact: 'Just that and no better'; then turned to Mrs. Mountstuart Jenkinson.
'— Or are you resolved you will never see Professor Crooklyn when you look on him?' said the great lady.
Vernon bowed to the Professor and apologized to him shufflingly and rapidly, incoherently, and with a red face; which induced Mrs. Mountstuart to scan L?titia's.
After lecturing Vernon for his abandonment of her yesterday evening, and flouting his protestations, she returned to the business of the day. 'We walked from the lodge-gates to see the park and prepare ourselves for Dr. Middleton. We parted last night in the middle of a controversy and are rageing to resume it. Where is our redoubtable antagonist?'
Mrs. Mountstuart wheeled Professor Crooklyn round to accompany Vernon.
'We,' she said, 'are for modern English scholarship, opposed to the champion of German.'
'The contrary,' observed Professor Crooklyn.
'Oh! We,' she corrected the error serenely, 'are for German scholarship opposed to English.'
'Certain editions.'
'We defend certain editions.'
'Defend is a term of imperfect application to my position, ma'am.'
'My dear Professor, you have in Dr. Middleton a match for you in conscientious pugnacity, and you will not waste it upon me. There, there they are; there he is. Mr. Whitford will conduct you. I stand away from the first shock.'
Mrs. Mountstuart fell back to L?titia, saying: 'He pores over a little inexactitude in phrases, and pecks at it like a domestic fowl.'
Professor Crooklyn's attitude and air were so well described that L?titia could have laughed.
'These mighty scholars have their flavour,' the great lady hastened to add, lest her younger companion should be misled to suppose that they were not valuable to a governing hostess: 'their shadow-fights are ridiculous, but they have their flavour at a table. Last night, no: I discard all mention of last night. We failed: as none else in this neighbourhood could fail, but we failed. If we have among us a cormorant devouring young lady who drinks up all the — ha! — brandy and water — of our inns and occupies all our flys, why, our condition is abnormal, and we must expect to fail: we are deprived of accommodation for accidental circumstances. How Mr. Whitford could have missed seeing Professor Crooklyn! And what was he doing at the station, Miss Dale?'
'Your portrait of Professor Crooklyn was too striking, Mrs Mountstuart, and deceived him by its excellence. He appears to have seen only the blank side of the slate.'
'Ah! He is a faithful friend of his cousin, do you not think?'
'He is the truest of friends.'
'As for Dr. Middleton,' Mrs. Mountstuart diverged from her inquiry, 'he will swell the letters of my vocabulary to gigantic proportions if I see much of him: he is contagious.'
'I believe it is a form of his humour.'
'I caught it of him yesterday at my dinner-table in my distress, and must pass it off as a form of mine, while it lasts. I talked Dr. Middleton half the dreary night through to my pillow. Your candid opinion, my dear, come! As for me, I don't hesitate. We seemed to have sat down to a solitary performance on the bass-viol. We were positively an assembly of insects during thunder. My very soul thanked Colonel De Craye for his diversions, but I heard nothing but Dr. Middleton. It struck me that my table was petrified, and every one sat listening to bowls played overhead.'
'I was amused.'
'Really? You delight me. Who knows but that my guests were sincere in their congratulations on a thoroughly successful evening? I have fallen to this, you see! And I know, wretched people! that as often as not it is their way of condoling with one. I do it myself: but only where there have been amiable efforts. But imagine my being congratulated for that! — Good-morning, Sir Willoughby. — The worst offender! and I am in no pleasant mood with him,' Mrs. Mountstuart said aside to L?titia, who drew back, retiring.
Sir Willoughby came on a step or two. He stopped to watch L?titia's figure swimming to the house.
So, as, for instance, beside a stream, when a flower on the surface extends its petals drowning to subside in the clear still water, we exercise our privilege to be absent in the charmed contemplation of a beautiful natural incident.
A smile of pleased abstraction melted on his features.
Chapter XXXIV
Mrs. Mountstuart And Sir Willoughby
'Good morning, my dear Mrs. Mountstuart,' Sir Willoughby wakened himself to address the great lady. 'Why has she fled?'
'Has any one fled?'
'L?titia Dale.'
'Letty Dale? Oh, if you call that flying. Possibly to renew a close conversation with Vernon Whitford, that I cut short. You frightened me with your 'Shepherds-tell-me' air and tone. Lead me to one of your garden-seats: out of hearing to Dr. Middleton, I beg. He mesmerizes me, he makes me talk Latin. I was curiously susceptible last night. I know I shall everlastingly associate him with an abortive entertainment and solos on big instruments. We were flat.'
'Horace was in good vein.'
'You were not.'
'And L?titia — Miss Dale talked well, I thought.'
'She talked with you, and no doubt she talked well. We did not mix. The yeast was bad. You shot darts at Colonel De Craye: you tried to sting. You brought Dr. Middleton down on you. Dear me, that man is a reverberation in my head. Where is your lady and love?'
'Who?'
'Am I to name her?'
'Clara? I have not seen her for the last hour. Wandering, I suppose.'
'A very pretty summer bower,' said Mrs. Mountstuart, seating herself 'Well, my dear Sir Willoughby, preferences, preferences are not to be accounted for, and one never knows whether to pity or congratulate, whatever may occur. I want to see Miss Middleton.'
'Your 'dainty rogue in porcelain' will be at your beck — you lunch with us? — before you leave.'
'So now you have taken to quoting me, have you?'
'But 'a romantic tale on her eyelashes' is hardly descriptive any longer.'
'Descriptive of whom? Now you are upon L?titia Dale!'
'I quote you generally. She has now a graver look.'
'And well may have!'
'Not that the romance has entirely disappeared.'
'No; it looks as if it were in print.'
'You have hit it perfectly, as usual, ma'am.'
Sir Willoughby mused.
Like one resuming his instrument to take up the melody in a concerted piece, he said: 'I thought L?titia Dale had a singularly animated air last night.'
'Why! — ' Mrs. Mountstuart mildly gaped.
'I want a new description of her. You know, I collect your mottoes and sentences.'
'It seems to me she is coming three parts out of her shell, and wearing it as a hood for convenience.'
'Ready to issue forth at an invitation? Admirable! exact!'
