‘Promising, I said, not performing. Whatever promise there may have been in Northmoor must have been nipped upon the top of a high stool, but if he has sense enough to put that boy into good hands he may come to something. I like him p. 84enough myself to feel half inclined to do what I can towards licking him into shape, for the honour of the family! It is that girl Ida that riles me most.’
‘Yes,’ said Lady Adela, ‘she behaved fairly well in company, but I saw her tittering and whispering with Emily Trotman in a tone that I thought very bad for Emily.’
‘She’s spoilt; her mother worships her,’ said Bertha. ‘I had a pleasing confidence or two about how she is already admired, or, as Mrs. Morton calls it, how the gentlemen are after her; but now she shall not put up with anything but a
‘Poor man! I wish him joy. Has he more belongings?’
‘Providentially, no. We have the honour of standing nearest to him, and she seems to have none at all, unless they should be attracted by the scent.’
‘That is not likely,’ said Lady Adela; ‘she was a clergy orphan, and never heard of any relations.’
‘Then you really know no harm of them, in these four or five months?’ said Mrs. Bury.
‘No; except having these relations,’ said Adela.
‘Except being just sensible enough not to afford even the pleasure of laughing at them,’ said Bertha. ‘Nay, just worthy enough’—she said it spitefully—‘not even to give the relief of a good grumble.’
‘Well, I think you may be thankful!’
‘Exactly what one doesn’t want to be!’ said Bertha. ‘I like sensations. Now Letitia is going p. 85to come down with a prediction that they are to become the blessings of our lives, so I am off!’
And as the door closed on her, Lady Adela sighed, and Mrs. Bury said—
‘Poor Birdie; is she always in that tone?’
‘Yes,’ said Lady Adela; ‘there seems to be always a bitter spot in her heart. I am glad she should try to work it out.’
‘I suppose living here with her father tended to brooding. Yet she has always done a good deal.’
‘Not up to her powers. Lord Northmoor never ceased to think her a mere girl, and obstructed her a good deal; besides, all his interest being in horses, she never could get rid of the subject, and wounds were continually coming back on us—on her.’
‘On you as well, poor Addie.’
‘He did not understand. Besides, to me these things were not the raw scene they were to her. It has been a very sad time for her. You see, there is not much natural softness in her, and she was driven into roughness and impatience when he worried her over racing details and other things. And then she was hurt at his preferring to have me with him. It has been very good and generous in her not to have been jealous of me.’
‘I think she was glad he could find comfort in you. And you have never heard of Captain Alder?’
‘Never! In justice, and for the sake of dear Arthur’s wishes, I should be glad to explain; but I wonder whether, as she is now, it would be well that they should meet.’
‘If it is so ordained, I suppose they will. What’s that?’
p. 86It was Lord and Lady Northmoor, formally announced, and as formally introduced, to Mrs. Bury.
They had come, the lady said, when they were seated, with a message from ‘Old Swan,’ to ask for a bit of my lady’s plaster for his back to ease his rheumatism at night. His daughter was only just come in from work, so they had ventured to bring the message.
‘Is any one coming for it?’
‘I said we would bring it back,’ replied Mary, ‘if you would kindly let us have it.’
‘Why, it is a mile out of your way!’
‘It is moonlight, and we do so enjoy a walk together,’ she answered.
‘Well, Adela,’ said Mrs. Bury, when they were gone with the roll of plaster, ‘I agree that they might be worse— and by a great deal!’
‘Did he speak all the time?’
‘Yes, once. But there are worse faults than silence; and she seems a bonny little woman. Honeymooning still—that moonlight walk too.’
‘I can fancy that it is a treat to escape from Mrs. Morton. She is depths below them in refinement!’
‘On the whole, I think you may be thankful, Adela.’
‘I hope I am. I believe you would soon be intimate with them; but then you always could get on with all sorts of people, and I have a shrinking from getting under the surface—if I
And indeed, further intercourse, though not without shocks and casualties, made Mary p. 87Northmoor wish that Letitia Bury had been the permanent inhabitant; above all, when she undertook to come and give her counsel and support for that first tremendous undertaking—the dinner-party. Lady Kenton was equally helpful at their next; and Sir Edward gave much good advice to his lordship as to not letting himself be made the tool of the loud-voiced squire, who was anxious to be his guide, philosopher, and friend in county business—advice that made Frank’s heart sink, for thus far he felt only capable of sitting still and listening.
