"Did you not see the currant wine?" said Cilly, pulling leaves off a myrtle in a tub on the stairs, and scattering them over her cousin.

"Seriously, Cilly! Ah, I see now--your exclusive attention to him entirely rea.s.sures me. You would never have served him so, if you had meant it."

"It was commonplace in me," said Lucilla, gravely, "but I could not help it; he made me feel so good--or so bad--that I believe I shall--"

"Not give up the salmon," cried Horatia. "Cilly, you will drive me to commit matrimony on the spot."

"Do," said Lucilla, running lightly up, and dancing into the drawing-room, where the ladies were so much at their ease, on low couches and ottomans, that Phoebe stood transfixed by the novelty of a drawing-room treated with such freedom as was seldom permitted in even the schoolroom at Beauchamp, when Miss Fennimore was in presence.

"Phoebe, bright Phoebe!" cried Lucilla, pouncing on both her hands, and drawing her towards the other room, "it is ten ages since I saw you, and you must bring your taste to aid my choice of the fly costume. Did you hear, Rashe? I"ve a bet with Lord William that I appear at the ball all in flies. Isn"t it fun?"

"Oh, jolly!" cried Horatia. "Make yourself a pike-fly."

"No, no; not a guy for any one. Only wear a tr.i.m.m.i.n.g of salmon-flies, which will be lovely."

"You do not really mean it?" said Phoebe.

"Mean it? With all my heart, in spite of the tremendous sacrifice of good flies. Where honour is concerned--"

"There, I knew you would not shirk."

"Did I ever say so?"--in a whisper, not unheard by Phoebe, and affording her so much satisfaction that she only said, in a grave, puzzled voice, "The hooks?"

"Hooks and all," was the answer. "I do nothing by halves."

"What a state of mind the fishermen will be in! proceeded Horatia.

"You"ll have every one of them at your feet."

"I shall tell them that two of a trade never agree. Come, and let us choose." And opening a drawer, Lucilla took out her long parchment book, and was soon eloquent on the merits of the doctor, the butcher, the d.u.c.h.ess, and all her other radiant fabrications of gold pheasants"

feathers, parrot plumes, jays" wings, and the like. Phoebe could not help admiring their beauty, though she was perplexed all the while, uncomfortable on Robert"s account, and yet not enough a.s.sured of the usages of the London world to be certain whether this were unsuitable.

The Charteris family, though not of the most _elite_ circles of all, were in one to which the Fulmorts had barely the _entree_, and the ease and dash of the young ladies, Lucilla"s superior age, and caressing patronage, all made Phoebe in her own eyes too young and ignorant to pa.s.s an opinion. She would have known more about the properties of a rectangle or the dangers of a paper currency.

Longing to know what Miss Charlecote thought, she stood, answering as little as possible, until Rashe had been summoned to the party in the outer room, and Cilly said, laughing, "Well, does she astonish your infant mind?"

"I do not quite enter into her," said Phoebe, doubtfully.

"The best-natured and most unappreciated girl in the world. Up to anything, and only a victim to prejudice. You, who have a strong-minded governess, ought to be superior to the delusion that it is interesting to be stupid and helpless."

"I never thought so," said Phoebe, feeling for a moment in the wrong, as Lucilla always managed to make her antagonists do.

"Yes, you do, or why look at me in that pleading, perplexed fashion, save that you have become possessed with the general prejudice. Weigh it, by the light of Whately"s logic, and own candidly wherefore Rashe and I should be more liable to come to grief, travelling alone, than two men of the same ages."

"I have not grounds enough to judge," said Phoebe, beginning as though Miss Fennimore were giving an exercise to her reasoning powers; then, continuing with her girlish eagerness of entreaty, "I only know that it cannot be right, since it grieves Robin and Miss Charlecote so much."

"And all that grieves Robin and Miss Charlecote must be shocking, eh?

Oh, Phoebe, what very women all the Miss Fennimores in the world leave us, and how lucky it is!"

"But I don"t think you are going to grieve them," said Phoebe, earnestly.

"I hate the word!" said Lucilla. "Plaguing is only fun, but grieving, that is serious."

"I do believe this is only plaguing!" cried Phoebe, "and that this is your way of disposing of all the flies. I shall tell Robin so!"

"To spoil all my fun," exclaimed Lucilla. "No, indeed!"

Phoebe only gave a nod and smile of supreme satisfaction.

"Ah! but, Phoebe, if I"m to grieve n.o.body, what"s to become of poor Rashe, you little selfish woman?"

"Selfish, no!" st.u.r.dily said Phoebe. "If it be wrong for you, it must be equally wrong for her; and perhaps" she added, slowly, "you would both be glad of some good reason for giving it up. Lucy, dear, do tell me whether you really like it, for I cannot fancy you so."

"Like it? Well, yes! I like the salmons, and I dote on the fun and the fuss. I say, Phoebe, can you bear the burden of a secret? Well--only mind, if you tell Robin or Honor, I shall certainly go; we never would have taken it up in earnest if such a rout had not been made about it, that we were driven to show we did not care, and could be trusted with ourselves."

"Then you don"t mean it?"

"That"s as people behave themselves. Hush! Here comes Honor. Look here, Sweet Honey, I am in a process of selection. I am pledged to come out at the ball in a unique tr.i.m.m.i.n.g of salmon-flies."

"My dear!" cried poor Honor, in consternation, "you can"t be so absurd."

"It is so slow not to be absurd."

"At fit times, yes; but to make yourself so conspicuous!"

"They say I can"t help that," returned Lucy, in a tone of comical melancholy.

"Well, my dear, we will talk it over on Sunday, when I hope you may be in a rational mood."

"Don"t say so," implored Lucilla, "or I shan"t have the courage to come.

A rational mood! It is enough to frighten one away; and really I do want very much to come. I"ve not heard a word yet about the Holt. How is the old dame, this summer?"

And Lucy went on with unceasing interest about all Hiltonbury matters, great and small, bewitching Honora more than would have seemed possible under the circ.u.mstances. She was such a winning fairy that it was hardly possible to treat her seriously, or to recollect causes of displeasure, when under the spell of her caressing vivacity, and unruffled, audacious fun.

So impregnable was her gracious good-humour, so untameable her high spirits, that it was only by remembering the little spitfire of twelve or fourteen years ago that it was credible that she had a temper at all; the temper erst wont to exhale in chamois bounds and dervish pirouettes, had apparently left not a trace behind, and the sullen ungraciousness to those who offended her had become the sunniest sweetness, impossible to disturb. Was it real improvement? Concealment it was not, for Lucilla had always been transparently true. Was it not more probably connected with that strange levity, almost insensibility, that had apparently indurated feelings which in early childhood had seemed sensitive even to the extent of violence? Was she only good-humoured because nothing touched her? Had that agony of parting with her gentle father seared her affections, till she had become like a polished gem, all bright glancing beauty, but utterly unfeeling?

CHAPTER V

Reproof falleth on the saucy as water.--FEEJEE PROVERB

Considerate of the slender purses of her children, Honora had devoted her carriage to fetch them to St. Wulstan"s on the Sunday morning, but her offer had been declined, on the ground that the Charteris conveyances were free to them, and that it was better to make use of an establishment to which Sunday was no object, than to cloud the honest face of the Hiltonbury coachman by depriving his horses of their day of rest. Owen would far rather take a cab than so affront Grey! Pleased with his bright manner, Honora had yet reason to fear that expense was too indifferent to both brother and sister, and that the Charteris household only encouraged recklessness. Wherever she went she heard of the extravagance of the family, and in the shops the most costly wares were recommended as the choice of Mrs. Charteris. Formerly, though Honor had equipped Lucilla handsomely for visits to Castle Blanch, she had always found her wardrobe increased by the gifts of her uncle and aunt. The girl had been of age more than a year, and in the present state of the family, it was impossible that her dress could be still provided at their expense, yet it was manifestly far beyond her means; and what could be the result? She would certainly brook no interference, and would cast advice to the winds. Poor Honor could only hope for a crash that would bring her to reason, and devise schemes for forcing her from the effects of her own imprudence without breaking into her small portion. The great fear was lost false pride, and Charteris influence, should lead her to pay her debts at the cost of a marriage with the millionaire; and Honor could take little comfort in Owen"s a.s.surance that the Calthorp had too much sense to think of Cilly Sandbrook, and only promoted and watched her vagaries for the sake of amus.e.m.e.nt and curiosity. There was small satisfaction to her well-wishers in hearing that no sensible man could think seriously of her.

Anxiously was that Sunday awaited in Woolstone-lane, the whole party feeling that this was the best chance of seeing Lucilla in a reasonable light, and coming to an understanding with her. Owen was often enough visible in the interim, and always extremely agreeable; but Lucilla never, and he only brought an account of her gaieties, shrugging his shoulders over them.

The day came; the bells began, they chimed, they changed, but still no Sandbrooks appeared. Mr. Parsons set off, and Robert made an excursion to the corner of the street. In vain Miss Charlecote still lingered; Mrs. Parsons, in despair, called Phoebe on with her as the single bell rang, and Honor and Robert presently started with heads turned over their shoulders, and lips laying all blame on Charteris" delays of breakfast.

A last wistful look, and the church porch engulfed them; but even when enclosed in the polished square pew, they could not resign hope at every tread on the matted floor, and finally subsided into a trust that the truants might after service emerge from a seat near the door. There were only too many to choose from.

That hope baffled, Honora still manufactured excuses which Phoebe greedily seized and offered to her brother, but she read his rejection of them in his face, and to her conviction that it was all accident, he answered, as she took his arm, "A small accident would suffice for Sandbrook."