“I only knew them,” said John, learning to employ the universal formula, “abroad; and as the way of living is so different—”
“Ah! is it really so?” said Agnes, with quick interest; “do people really live so much cheaper abroad? I suppose you are not expected to keep up appearances in the same way; and then you get all your amusements so cheaply, and you can do a great deal, and go about a great deal, on very little. I have always heard that. But when you’ve a large family, the mere travelling must be a large item. I should think it would swallow up all the savings for the first year.”
The question was one which interested her so much that she scarcely left time for a reply.
“I have often thought of it,” she said. “The girls, poor things, get so little to amuse them here. Abroad, so far as one hears, there is nothing but amusement. Concerts and operas for next to nothing, and always a band playing somewhere—isn’t it so? And you get houses quite cheap, and servants that will turn their hand to anything. I suppose the Lindores lived in quite a humble way out there?”
“They moved about a great deal, I believe,” said John. “In summer, in the mountains, whether you are rich or poor, it does not make much difference.”
This was all the young man knew. Miss Sempill interrupted him with an eager light in her eyes, “Doesn’t it, really? Then that is the ideal place I have been looking for all my life—a place where, to be rich or poor, makes no difference—Oh, is it my turn again? what a nuisance! Mr. Erskine is telling me of a place I have dreamt of all my life.”
“But you must bestir yourself—you must bestir yourself,” cried the old general. “Reflect, my dear; you’re one of many—you must not mind your own enjoyment for the moment. Ay, my young friend, so you’ve been telling a lady of a place she’s dreamed of all her life?—that’s better than bothering your head about hospitals or my lord’s schemes. Come, come, John Erskine, put your heart into it: here are some of the bonniest faces in the North waiting to see you play.”
John was not dull to this inducement. It was a pretty group which gathered round as spectators, watching every stroke. All the Sempill girls, an eager group of pretty portionless creatures, eager for every kind of pleasure, and getting very little, envious in a sisterly way of Agnes, who knew the new game, and who had secured the new gallant. They were envious yet proud of her. “Our Agnes knows all about it,” they said; “she has tried to teach us; but one person can never teach a game: when you see it played, you learn in a moment.” They looked over each other’s shoulders to see John play, which he did very badly, as was natural; and then they dropped him and followed the next player, Willie Montgomery, Sir James’s grandnephew, who, they all agreed, did a great deal better. Our young man, in spite of himself, felt a little discomfited. He came back to his partner to be consoled—though, as he had failed to do her the service with her ball which she expected, she was a little dissatisfied too. She was disposed to be cross because her play in the new game had failed of its triumphant effect through her partner’s fault. “You have not played much, Mr. Erskine, I suppose? Oh, it does not matter—when nobody knows, one style of play is just as good as another; but I thought no one could have missed that ball. Never mind, it is not of the least importance. Tell me more about—abroad.”
“If you will tell me,” said John, much mortified by these remarks, “what you understand by abroad.”
“Oh, it is all a little the same thing, isn’t it? The first place you can think of—where the Lindores lived. I daresay it was just as important to them then as it is to us now to be economical, and spend as little as they could.”
“The interest that people take in the place where I met the Lindores is astonishing,” said John. “I had to go through a catechism at Tinto the other night.”
“Ah! then you have been at Tinto. Do you think, Mr. Erskine, they are so very unhappy as people say?”
“I do not know what people say,” was all the answer John could make.
“There is nothing they don’t say,” cried Miss Sempill; “that he beats her—I have heard as much as that. I wonder if it can be at all her fault? I never cared for Pat Torrance myself, but nobody thought that of him before he was married. Do you think, perhaps, if she had taken a little more interest at first—One can never tell; he was always rough, but not such a savage as that.”
“I have no opinion on the subject. I am only a stranger, you know,” John said.
“Ah! but I can see your opinion in your face. You think it is he that is to blame. Well, so he is, no doubt; but there are generally faults, don’t you think, on both sides? And then, you see, she was brought up abroad—one always feels that is a little risky for a girl. To be sure, you may turn upon me and say, why ask so many questions about it if you hold such an opinion of it? But there is a difference: we are all grown up but Lucy; and if mamma and five of us cannot take care of Lucy—Both of the Lindores have that disadvantage. Don’t you think Lady Edith is a little high and mighty? She thinks none of us are good enough for her. They are not very friendly, neither the one nor the other. They don’t feel at home among us, I suppose. No doubt it is our fault as much as theirs,”
