Her eyes flew to his; he knew that he had been too blunt: she would not tell him the truth about herself. Nor did she. After a tiny pause, she said: “Perhaps, one day, I shall.”
He wondered whether her godmother had warned her against him, and when she excused herself from dancing with him at the next Assembly was sure of it
But the warning came from Lord Bridlington. Mr. Beaumaris’s marked attentions to Arabella, including, as they had, so extraordinary a gesture as the adoption of Jemmy, had aroused the wildest hopes in Lady Bridlington’s shallow brain. If any of his previous amatory adventures had led him to perform a comparable deed, she at least had never heard of it. She began to indulge the fancy that his intentions were serious, and had almost written to give Mrs. Tallant a hint of it when Lord Bridlington dashed her hopes.
“You would do well, ma’am, to put your young friend a little on her guard with Beaumaris,” he said weightily.
“My dear Frederick, and so I did, at the outset! But he has become so particular in his attentions, showing such a decided preference for her, and trying to fix his interest with her by every means in his power, that I really begin to think he has formed a lasting attachment! Only fancy if she were to formsuch a connexion, Frederick! I declare, I should feel it as much as if she were my own child! For it will be all due to me, you know!”
“You would be very unwise to put such a notion into the girl’s head, Mama,” he said, cutting short these rhapsodies. “I can tell you this: Beaumaris’s intimates don’t by any means regard his pursuit of Miss Tallant in that light!”
“No?” she said, in a faltering tone.
“Far otherwise, ma’am! They are saying that it is all pique, because she does not appear to favour him above any other. I must say, I should not have expected her to have shown such good sense! You must know that men of his type, accustomed as he is to being courted and flattered, are put very much on their mettle by a rebuff from any female who has not been so foolish as to pick up the handkerchief he has carelessly tossed towards them. It puts me out of all patience to see anyone so spoiled and caressed! But be that as it may, you should know, Mama, that bets are being laid and taken at White’s against Miss Tallant’s holding out against this siege!”
“How odious men are!” exclaimed Lady Bridlington indignantly.
Odious they might be, but if they were laying bets of that nature at the clubs there was nothing for a conscientious chaperon to do but warn her charge once more against lending too credulous an ear to an accomplished flirt Arabella assured her that she had no intention of doing so.
“No, my dear, very likely not,” replied her ladyship. “But there is no denying that he is a very attractive man: I am conscious of it myself! Such an air! such easy address! But it is of no use to think of that! I am sadly afraid that it is a kind of sport with him to make females fall in love with him.”
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Lady Bridlington looked at her rather doubtfully. “No, my love, I hope not indeed. To be sure, you have so many admirers that we need not consider Mr. Beaumaris. I suppose—you will not be offended at my asking, I know!—I suppose no eligible gentleman has proposed to you?”
Quite a number of gentlemen, eligible and ineligible, had proposed to Arabella, but she shook her head. She might acquit some of her suitors of having designs on her supposed wealth, but two among them at least would never have offered for her hand, she was very sure, had they known her to be penniless; and the courtships of several notorious fortune-hunters made it impossible for her to believe that Lord Bridlington’s well-meaning efforts had in any way scotched that dreadful rumour. She felt her situation to be unhappy indeed. Easter was almost upon them, and there bad been plenty of time for her, with the opportunities which had been granted to her, to have fulfilled her Mama’s ambitions. She felt guilty, for it had cost Mama so much money, which she could ill-afford, to send her to London, so that the least a grateful daughter could have done would have been to have repaid her by accepting some respectable offer of marriage. She could not do it. She cared for none of those who had proposed to her, and although that, she supposed, ought not to weigh too heavily in the scales when balanced against the benefits that would accrue to the dear brothers and sisters, she was resolved to accept no offer from anyone ignorant of her true circumstances. Perhaps there was still to come into her life some suitor to whom it would be possible to confess the whole, but he had not yet appeared, and, pending his arrival, it was with relief that Arabella turned to Mr. Beaumaris, who, whatever his intentions might be, certainly coveted no fortune.
Mr. Beaumaris offered her every facility to turn to him, but he could scarcely congratulate himself on the outcome. The smallest attempt at gallantry had the effect of transforming her from the confiding child he found so engaging into the society damsel who was ready enough to fence lightly with him, but who showed him quite clearly that she wanted none of his practised love-making. And when Lady Bridlington had repeated much of her son’s warning, not omitting to mention the fact that Mr. Beaumaris’s friends knew him to be merely trifling, Mr. Beaumaris found Miss Tallant even more elusive. He was reduced to employing an ignoble stratagem, and, having been obliged to visit his estates on a matter of business, sought Arabella out upon his return, and told her that he wished to consult her again about Jemmy’s future. In this manner, he lured her to drive out with him in his curricle. He drove her to Richmond Park, and she raised no objection to this, though he had not previously taken her farther afield than Chelsea. It was a fine, warm afternoon, with the sun so brightly shining that Arabella ventured to wear a very becoming straw hat, and to carry a small sunshade with a very long handle, which she had seen in the Pantheon Bazaar, and had not been able to resist purchasing. She said, as Mr. Beaumaris handed her up into the curricle, that it was very kind of him to drive her into the country, since she liked it of all things, and was able to think herself, while in that great park, many miles from town.
“Do you know Richmond Park, then?” he asked.
“Oh, yes!” replied Arabella cheerfully. “Lord Fleetwood drove me there last week; and then, you know, the Charnwoods got up a party, and we all went in three barouches. And tomorrow, if it is fine, Sir Geoffrey Morecambe is to take me to see the Florida Gardens.”
“I must count myself fortunate, then, to have found you on a day when you had no other engagement,” remarked Mr. Beaumaris.
“Yes, I am out a great deal,” agreed Arabella. She unfurled the sunshade, and said: “What was it that you wished to tell me about Jemmy, sir?”
“Ah, yes, Jemmy!” he said. “Subject to your consent, Miss Tallant, I am making—in fact, I have made—a trifling change In his upbringing. I fear he will never come to any good under Mrs. Buxton’s roof, and still more do I fear that if he remained there he would shortly be the death of her. At least, so she informed me when I went down to Hampshire the day before yesterday.”
She gave him one of her warm looks. “How very kind that was of you! Did you go all that way on that naughty boy’s account?”
Mr. Beaumaris was sorely tempted. He glanced down at his companion, met her innocently enquiring gaze, hesitated, and then said: “Well, no, Miss Tallant! I had business there.”
She laughed. “I thought it had been that.”
“In that case,” said Mr. Beaumaris, “I am glad I did not lie to you.”
“How can you be so absurd? As though I should wish you to put yourself to so much trouble! What has Jemmy been doing?”
“It would sadden you to know: Mrs. Buxton is persuaded that he is possessed of a fiend. The language he employs, too, is not such as she is accustomed to. I regret to say that he has also alienated my keepers, who have quite failed to impress upon him the impropriety of disturbing my birds, or, I may add, of stealing pheasants’ eggs. I cannot imagine what he can want with them.”
“Of course he should be punished for doing so! I daresay he has not enough employment. One must remember that he has been used to work and should be made to do so now. It is not at all good for anyone to be perfectly idle.”
“Very true, ma’am,” agreed Mr. Beaumaris meekly.
Miss Tallant was not deceived. She looked sharply up at him, and bit her lip, saying after a moment: “We are speaking of
“I hoped we were,” confessed Mr. Beaumaris.
“You are being nonsensical,” said Arabella, with some severity. “What is to be done with him?”
“I found, upon enquiry, that the only person who is inclined to regard him favourably is my head groom, who says that his way with the horses is quite remarkable. It appears that he has been for ever slipping off to the
