Love and Life

CHAPTER XXXII. LIONS.

The helmet of darkness Pallas donned,

To hide her presence from the sight of man.

Derby's HOMER.

The next morning Loveday returned with orders from Lady Belamour that Miss Delavie should translate the French recipe, and make a fair copy of it. It was not an easy task, for the MS. was difficult and the French old; whereas Aurelia lived on the modern side of the Acadamie, her French was that of Fenelon and Racine.

However, she went to work as best she could in her cool corner, guessing at many of the words by lights derived from Comenius, and had just made out that the chief ingredients were pounded pearls and rubies, mixed with white of eggs laid by pullets under a year old, during the waxing of the April moon, when she heard voices chattering in the hall, and a girlish figure appeared in a light cloak and calash, whom Loveday seemed to be guiding, and yet keeping as much repressed as she could.

'Gracious Heavens!' were the first words to be distinguished; 'what a frightful old place; enough to make one die of the dismals! I won't live here when I'm married, I promise Sir Amyas! Bless me, is this the wench?'

'Your Ladyship promised to be careful,' entreated Loveday, while Aurelia rose, with a graceful gesture of acknowledgment, which, however remained unnoticed, the lady apparently considering herself unseen.

'Who are these little girls?' asked she, in a giggling whisper. 'Little Waylands? Then it is true,' she cried, with a peal of shrill laughter. 'There are three of them, only Lady Belamour shuts them up like kittens-I wonder she did not. Oh, what sport! Won't I tease her now that I know her secret!'

'Your ladyship!' intreated Loveday in distress in an audible aside, 'you will undo me.' Then coming forward, she said, 'You did not expect me at this hour, madam; but if your French copy be finished, my Lady would like to have it at once.'

'I have written it out once as well as I could,' said Aurelia, 'but I have not translated it; I will find the copy.'

She rose and found the stranger full before her in the doorway, gazing at her with an enormous pair of sloe- black eyes, under heavy inky brows, set in a hard, red-complexioned face. She burst into a loud, hoydenish laugh as Loveday tried to stammer something about a friend of her own.

'Never mind, the murder's out, good Mrs. Abigail,' she cried, 'it is me. I was determined to see the wench that has made such a fool of young Belamour. I vow I can't guess what he means by it. Why, you are a poor pale tallow-candle, without a bit of colour in your face. Look at me! Shall you ever have such a complexion as mine, with ever so much rouge?'

'I think not,' said Aurelia, with one look at the peony face.

'Do you know who I am, miss? I am the Lady Bella Mar. The Countess of Aresfield is my mamma. I shall have Battlefield when she dies, and twenty thousand pounds on my wedding day. The Earl of Aresfield and Colonel Mar are my brothers, and a wretched little country girl like you is not to come between me and what my mamma has fixed for me; so you must give it up at once, for you see he belongs to me.'

'Not yet, madam,' said Aurelia.

'What do you say? Do you pretend that your masquerade was worth a button?'

'That is not my part to decide,' said Aurelia. 'I am bound by it, and have no power to break it.'

'You mean the lawyers! Bless you, they will never give it to you against me! You'd best give it up at once, and if you want a husband, my mamma has one ready for you.'

'I thank her ladyship,' said Aurelia, with simple dignity, 'but I will not give her the trouble.'

She glanced at her wedding ring, and so did Lady Belle, who screamed, 'You've the impudence to wear that! Give it to me.'

'I cannot,' repeated Aurelia.

'You cannot, you insolent, vulgar, low'-

'Hush! hush, my lady,' entreated Loveday. 'Come away, I beg of your ladyship!'

'Not till I have made that impudent hussy give me that ring,' cried Belle, stamping violently. 'What's that you say?'

'That your ladyship asks what is impossible,' said Aurelia, firmly.

'Take that then, insolent minx!' cried the girl, flying forward and violently slapping Aurelia's soft cheeks, and making a snatch at her hair.

Loveday screamed, Letty cried, but Fidelia and Bob both rushed forward to Aurelia's defence, one with her little fists clenched, beating Lady Belle back, the other tearing at her skirts with his teeth. At that moment a man's step was heard, and a tall, powerful officer was among them, uttering a fierce imprecation. 'You little vixen, at your tricks again,' he said, taking Belle by the waist, while she kicked and screamed in vain. She was like an angry cat in his arms. 'Be quiet, Belle,' he said, backing into the sitting-room. 'Let Loveday compose your dress. Recover your senses and I shall take you home: I wish it was to the whipping you deserve.'

He thrust her in, waved aside Loveday's excuses about her ladyship not being denied, and stood with his back to the door as she bounced shrieking against it from within.

'I fear this little devil has hurt you, madam,' he said.

'Not at all, I thank you, sire.' said Aurelia, though one side of her face still tingled.

'She made at you like a little game-cock,' he said. 'I am glad I was in time. I followed when I found she had slipped away from Lady Belamour's, knowing that her curiosity is only equalled by her spite. By Jove, it is well that her nails did not touch that angel face!'

Aurelia could only curtsey and thank him, hoping within herself that Lady Belle would soon recover, and wondering how he had let himself in. There was something in his manner of examining her with his eyes that made her supremely uncomfortable. He uttered fashionable expletives of admiration under his breath, and she turned aside in displeasure, bending down to Fidelia. He went on, 'You must be devilishly moped in this dungeon of a place! Cannot we contrive something better?'

'Thank you, sir, I have no complaint to make. Permit me to see whether the Lady Arabella is better.'

'I advise you not. Those orbs are too soft and sparkling to be exposed to her talons. 'Pon my honour, I pity young Belamour. But there is no help for it, and such charms ought not to be wasted in solitude on his account. These young lads are as fickle as the weather-cock, and have half-a-dozen fancies in as many weeks. Come now, make me your friend, and we will hit on some device for delivering the enchanted princess from her durance vile.'

'Thank you, sir, I promised Lady Belamour to make no attempt to escape.'

At that moment out burst Lady Belle, shouting with laughter: 'Ho! ho! Have I caught you, brother, gallanting away with Miss? What will my lady say? Pretty doings!'

She had no time for more. Her brother fiercely laid hold of her, and bore her away with a peremptory violence that she could not resist, and only turning at the hall door to make one magnificent bow.

Loveday was obliged to follow, and the children were left clinging to Aurelia and declaring that the dreadful young lady was as bad as the lions; while Aurelia, glowing with shame and resentment at what she felt as insults, had a misgiving that her protector had been the worse lion of the two.

She had no explanation of the invasion till the next morning, when Loveday appeared full of excuses and apologies. From the fact of Lady Aresfield's carriage having been used on Aurelia's arrival, her imprisonment was known, and Lady Belle, spending a holiday at Lady Belamour's, had besieged Loveday with entreaties to take her to see her rival. As the waiting-woman said, for fear of the young lady's violent temper, but more probably in consideration of her bribes, she had yielded, hoping that Lady Belle would be satisfied with a view from the window, herself unseen. However, from that moment all had been taken out of the hands of Loveday, and she verily believed the Colonel had made following his sister an excuse for catching a sight of Miss Delavie, for he had been monstrously smitten even with the glimpse he had had of her in the carriage. And now, as his sister had cut short what he had to say, he had written her a billet. And Loveday held out a perfumed letter.

Aurelia's eyes flashed, and she drew herself up: 'You forget, Loveday, I promised to receive no letters!'

'Bless me, ma'am, they, that are treated as my lady treats you, are not bound to be so particular as that.'