This satisfaction, however, lasted no longer than till their arrival at Kilcoran; for, the instant they entered the drawing-room, Lady Eveleen exclaimed, "O Maurice, I have been so longing for you to come! Captain Morville, I hope you have not told him, for I can"t flatter myself to be beforehand with you, now at least."

"He has told me nothing," said Maurice; "indeed, such bad company has seldom been seen as he has been all the way."

"You don"t mean that you don"t know it? How delightful! O, mamma! think of knowing something Captain Morville does not!"

"I am afraid I cannot flatter you so far," said Philip, knowing this was no place for allowing his real opinion to be guessed.

"Then you do know?" said Lady Kilcoran, sleepily; "I am sure it is a subject of great rejoicing."

"But what is it, Eva? Make haste and tell," said Maurice.

"No; you must guess!"

"Why, you would not be in such a way about it if it was not a wedding."

"Right, Maurice; now, who is it?"

"One of the Edmonstones, I suppose. "Tis Laura?"

"Wrong!"

"What, not Laura! I thought she would have been off first. Somebody"s got no taste, then, for Laura is the prettiest girl I know."

"Ah! your heart has escaped breaking this time, Maurice. It is that little puss, Amy, that has made a great conquest. Now guess."

"Oh! young Morville, of course. But what possessed him to take Amy, and leave Laura?"

"Perhaps Laura was not to be had. Men are so self-sufficient, that they always think they may pick and choose. Is it not so, Captain Morville?

I like Sir Guy better than most men, but Laura is too good for any one I know. If I could make a perfect hero, I would at once, only Charles would tell me all the perfect heroes in books are bores. How long have you known of it, Captain Morville?"

"For the last ten days."

"And you never mentioned it?"

"I did not know whether they intended to publish it."

"Now, Captain Morville, I hope to make some progress in your good opinion. Of course, you believe I can"t keep a secret; but what do you think of my having known it ever since last summer, and held my tongue all that time?"

"A great effort, indeed," said Philip, smiling. "It would have been greater, I suppose, if the engagement had been positive, not conditional."

"Oh! every one knew what it must come to. No one could have the least fear of Sir Guy. Yes; I saw it all. I gave my little aid, and I am sure I have a right to be bridesmaid, as I am to be. Oh! won"t it be charming? It is to be the grandest wedding that ever was seen. It is to be on Whit-Tuesday; and papa is going to take me and Aunt Charlotte; for old Aunt Mabel says Aunt Charlotte must go. There are to be six bridesmaids, and a great party at the breakfast; everything as splendid as possible; and I made Mrs. Edmonstone promise from the first that we should have a ball. You must go, Maurice."

"I shall be on the high seas!"

"Oh yes, that is horrid! But you don"t sail with the regiment, I think, Captain Morville. You surely go?"

"I am not certain," said Philip; especially disgusted by hearing of the splendour, and thinking that he had supposed Guy would have had more sense; and it showed how silly Amy really was, since she was evidently only anxious to enjoy the full paraphernalia of a bride.

"Not certain!" exclaimed Maurice and Eveleen, in a breath.

"I am not sure that I shall have time. You know I have been intending to make a walking tour through Switzerland before joining at Corfu."

"And you really would prefer going by yourself--"apart, unfriended, melancholy, slow.""

"Very slow, indeed," said Maurice.

"A wedding is a confused melancholy affair," said Philip. "You know I am no dancing man, Lady Eveleen; one individual like myself can make little difference to persons engrossed with their own affairs; I can wish my cousins well from a distance as well as at hand; and though they have been kind enough to ask me, I think that while their house is overflowing with guests of more mark, my room will be preferred to my company."

"Then you do not mean to go?" said Lady Kilcoran. "I do not," she continued, "for my health is never equal to so much excitement, and it would only be giving poor Mrs. Edmonstone additional trouble to have to attend to me."

"So you really mean to stay away?" said Eveleen.

"I have not entirely decided."

"At any rate you must go and tell old Aunt Mabel all about them," said Eveleen. "She is so delighted. You will be quite worshipped, at the cottage, for the very name of Morville. I spend whole hours in discoursing on Sir Guy"s perfections."

Philip could not refuse; but his feelings towards Guy were not warmed by the work he had to go through, when conducted to the cottage, where lived old Lady Mabel Edmonstone and her daughter, and there required to dilate on Guy"s excellence. He was not wanted to speak of any of the points where his conscience would not let him give a favourable report; it was quite enough for him to tell of Guy"s agreeable manners and musical talents, and to describe the beauty and extent of Redclyffe.

Lady Mabel and Miss Edmonstone were transported; and the more Philip saw of the light and superficial way in which the marriage was considered, the more unwilling he became to confound himself with such people by eagerness to be present at it, and to join in the festivities. Yet he exercised great forbearance in not allowing one word of his disapproval or misgivings to escape him; no censure was uttered, and Lady Eveleen herself could not make out whether he rejoiced or not. He was grave and philosophical, superior to nonsensical mirth, that was all that she saw; and he made himself very agreeable throughout his visit, by taking condescending interest in all that was going on, and especially to Lady Eveleen, by showing that he thought her worthy of rational converse.

He made himself useful, as usual. Lord Kilcoran wanted a tutor for his two youngest boys, and it had been proposed to send them to Mr.

Wellwood, at his curacy at Coombe Prior. He wished to know what Captain Morville thought of the plan; and Philip, thinking that Mr. Wellwood had been very inattentive to Guy"s proceedings at St. Mildred"s, though he would not blame him, considered it very fortunate that he had a different plan to recommend. One of the officers of his regiment had lately had staying with him a brother who had just left Oxford, and was looking out for a tutorship, a very clever and agreeable young man, whom he liked particularly, and he strongly advised Lord Kilcoran to keep his sons under his own eye, and place them under the care of this gentleman.

His advice, especially when enforced by his presence, was almost sure to prevail, and thus it was in the present case.

The upshot of his visit was, that he thought worse and worse of the sense of the whole Edmonstone connection,--considered that it would be of no use for him to go to Hollywell,--adhered to his second resolution, and wrote to his uncle a calm and lofty letter, free from all token of offence, expressing every wish for the happiness of Guy and Amabel, and thanking his uncle for the invitation, which, however, he thought it best to decline, much as he regretted losing the opportunity of seeing Hollywell and its inhabitants again. His regiment would sail for Corfu either in May or June; but he intended, himself, to travel on foot through Germany and Italy, and would write again before quitting Ireland.

"So," said Charles, "there were at the marriage the Picanninies, and the Joblillies, and the Garryulies, but not the grand Panjandrum himself."

"Nor the little round b.u.t.ton at top!" rejoined Charlotte.

"Well, it"s his own look out," said Mr. Edmonstone. "It is of a piece with all the rest."

"I am sure we don"t want him," said Charlotte.

"Not in this humour," said her mother.

Amy said nothing; and if she did not allow herself to avow that his absence was a relief, it was because she saw it was a grief and disappointment to Guy.

Laura was, of course, very much mortified,--almost beyond the power of concealment. She thought he would have come for the sake of seeing her, and she had reckoned so much on this meeting that it was double vexation. He did not know what he was missing by not coming; and she could not inform him, for writing to him was impossible, without the underhand dealings to which they would never, either of them, have recourse. So much for herself; and his perseverance in disapproval, in spite of renewed explanation, made her more anxious and sorry on Amy"s account. Very mournful were poor Laura"s sensations; but there was no remedy but to try to bewilder and drive them away in the bustle of preparation.

Guy had to go and take his degree, and then return to make his own preparations at Redclyffe. Amy begged him, as she knew he would like, to leave things alone as much as possible; for she could not bear old places to be pulled to pieces to suit new-comers; and she should like to find it just as he had been used to it.

He smiled, and said, "It should only be made habitable." She must have a morning-room, about which he would consult Mrs. Ashford: and he would choose her piano himself. The great drawing-room had never been unpacked since his grandmother"s time, so that must be in repair; and, as for a garden, they would lay it out together. There could not be much done; for though they did not talk of it publicly, lest they should shock Mr.

Edmonstone, they meant to go home directly after their marriage.

To Oxford, then, went Guy; his second letter announced that he had done tolerably well on his examination; and it came round to the Edmonstones, that it was a great pity he had not gone up for honours, as he would certainly have distinguished himself.

Redclyffe was, of course, in a state of great excitement at the news that Sir Guy was going to be married. Markham was very grand with the letter that announced it, and could find nothing to grumble about but that the lad was very young, and it was lucky it was no worse.