Before Mrs. Collum could reply, Miss Louisa Tweddle made an opportune appearance, to the relief of Matilda, in whom her mother"s att.i.tude was causing some uneasiness.

Miss Tweddle was a well-preserved little woman, with short curly iron-grey hair and sharp features. In manner she was brisk, not to say chirpy, but she secreted sentiment in large quant.i.ties. She was very far from the traditional landlady, and where she lost lodgers occasionally she retained friends. She regarded Mrs. Collum with something like reverence, as an acquaintance of her youth who had always occupied a superior social position, and she was proud, though somewhat guiltily so, that her favourite nephew should have succeeded in captivating the daughter of a dentist.

She kissed Leander on both cheeks. "He"s done the best of all my nephews, Mrs. Collum, ma"am," she explained, "and he"s never caused me a moment"s anxiety since I first had the care of him, when he was first apprenticed to Catchpole"s in Holborn, and paid me for his board."

"Well, well," said Mrs. Collum, "I hope he never may cause anxiety to you, or to any one."

"I"ll answer for it, he won"t," said his aunt. "I wish you could see him dress a head of hair."

Mrs. Collum shut her eyes again. "If at his age he has not acquired the necessary skill for his line in life," she observed, "it would be a very melancholy thing to reflect upon."

"Yes, wouldn"t it?" agreed Miss Tweddle; "you say very truly, Mrs.

Collum. But he"s got ideas and notions beyond what you"d expect in a hairdresser--haven"t you, Leandy? Tell Miss Collum"s dear ma about the new machines you"ve invented for altering people"s hands and eyes and features."

"I don"t care to be told," the lady struck in. "To my mind, it"s nothing less than sheer impiety to go improving the features we"ve been endowed with. We ought to be content as we are, and be thankful we"ve been sent into the world with any features at all. Those are my opinions!"

"Ah," said the politic Leander, "but some people are saved having resort to Art for improvement, and we oughtn"t to blame them as are less favoured for trying to render themselves more agreeable as spectacles, ought we?"

"And if every one thought with you," added his aunt, with distinctly inferior tact, "where would your poor dear "usband have been, Mrs.

Collum, ma"am?"

"My dear husband was not on the same level--he was a medical man; and, besides, though he replaced Nature in one of her departments, he had too much principle to _imitate_ her. Had he been (or had I allowed him to be) less conscientious, his practice would have been largely extended; but I can truthfully declare that not a single one of his false teeth was capable of deceiving for an instant. I hope," she added to Leander, "you, in your own different way, are as scrupulous."

"Why, the fact is," said Leander, whose professional susceptibilities were now aroused, "I am essentially an artist. When I look around, I see that Nature out of its bounty has supplied me with a choice selection of patterns to follow, and I reproduce them as faithful as lies within my abilities. You may call it a fine thing to take a blank canvas, and represent the luxurious tresses and the blooming hue of "ealth upon it, and so do I; but I call it a still higher and n.o.bler act to produce a similar effect upon a human "ed!"

"Isn"t that a pretty speech for a young man like him--only twenty-seven--Mrs. Collum?" exclaimed his admiring aunt.

"You see, mamma dear," pleaded Matilda, who saw that her parent remained unaffected, "it isn"t as if Leander was in poor papa"s profession."

"I hope, Matilda," said the lady sharply, "you are not going to pain me again by mentioning this young man and your departed father in the same breath, because I cannot bear it."

"The old lady," reflected Leander here, "don"t seem to take to me!"

"I"m sure," said Miss Tweddle, "Leandy quite feels what an honour it is to him to look forward to such a connection as yours is. When I first heard of it, I said at once, "Leandy, you can"t never mean it; she won"t look at you; it"s no use your asking her," I said. And I quite scolded myself for ever bringing them together!"

Mrs. Collum seemed inclined to follow suit, but she restrained herself.

"Ah! well," she observed, "my daughter has chosen to take her own way, without consulting my prejudices. All I hope is, that she may never repent it!"

"Very handsomely said, ma"am," chimed in Miss Tweddle; "and, if I know my nephew, repent it she never will!"

Leander was looking rather miserable; but Matilda put out her hand to him behind his aunt"s back, and their eyes and hands met, and he was happy again.

"You must be wanting your dinner, Mrs. Collum," his aunt proceeded; "and we are only waiting for another lady and gentleman to make up the party.

I don"t know what"s made them so behindhand, I"m sure. He"s a very pleasant young man, and punctual to the second when he lodged with me. I happened to run across him up by Chancery Lane the other evening, and he said to me, in his funny way, "I"ve been and gone and done it, Miss Tweddle, since I saw you. I"m a happy man; and I"m thinking of bringing my young lady soon to introduce to you." So I asked them to come and take a bit of dinner with me to-day, and I told him two o"clock sharp, I"m sure. Ah, there they are at last! That"s Mr. Jauncy"s knock, among a thousand."

Leander started. "Aunt!" he cried, "you haven"t asked Jauncy here to-day?"

"Yes, I did, Leandy. I knew you used to be friends when you were together here, and I thought how nice it would be for both your young ladies to make each other"s acquaintance; but I didn"t tell _him_ anything. I meant it for a surprise."

And she bustled out to receive her guests, leaving Leander speechless.

What if the new-comers were to make some incautious reference to that pleasure-party on Sat.u.r.day week? Could he drop them a warning hint?

"Don"t you like this Mr. Jauncy, Leander?" whispered Matilda, who had observed his ghastly expression.

"I like him well enough," he returned, with an effort; "but I"d rather we had no third parties, I must say."

Here Mr. Jauncy came in alone, Miss Tweddle having retired to a.s.sist the lady to take off her bonnet.

Leander went to meet him. "James," he said in an agitated whisper, "have you brought Bella?"

Jauncy nodded. "We were talking of you as we came along," he said in the same tone, "and I advise you to look out--she"s got her quills up, old chap!"

"What about?" murmured Leander.

Mr. Jauncy"s grin was wider and more appreciative than ever as he replied, mysteriously, "Rosherwich!"

Leander would have liked to ask in what respect Miss Parkinson considered herself injured by the expedition to Rosherwich; but, before he could do so, his aunt returned with the young lady in question.

Bella was gorgeously dressed, and made her entrance with the stiffest possible dignity. "Miss Parkinson, my dear," said her hostess, "you mustn"t be made a stranger of. That lady sitting there on the sofa is Mrs. Collum, and this gentleman is a friend of _your_ gentleman"s, and my nephew, Leandy."

"Oh, thank you," said Bella, "but I"ve no occasion to be told Mr.

Tweddle"s name; we have met before--haven"t we, Mr. Tweddle?"

He looked at her, and saw her brows clouded, and her nose and mouth with a pinched look about them. She was annoyed with him evidently--but why?

"We have," was all he could reply.

"Why, how nice that is, to be sure!" exclaimed his aunt. "I might have thought of it, too, Mr. Jauncy, and you being such friends and all. And p"r"aps you know this lady, too--Miss Collum--as Leandy is keeping company along with?"

Bella"s expression changed to something blacker still. "No," she said, fixing her eyes on the still unconscious Leander; "I made sure that Mr.

Tweddle was courting _a_ young lady, but--but--well, this _is_ a surprise, Mr. Tweddle! You never told us of this when last we met. I shall have news for somebody!"

"Oh, but it"s only been arranged within the last month or two!" said Miss Tweddle.

"Considering we met so lately, he might have done us the compliment of mentioning it, I must say!" said Bella.

"I--I thought you knew," stammered the hairdresser; "I told----"

"No, you didn"t, excuse me; oh no, you didn"t, or some things would have happened differently. It was the place and all that made you forget it, very likely."

"When did you meet one another, and where was it, Miss Parkinson?"

inquired Matilda, rather to include herself in the conversation than from any devouring curiosity.

Leander struck in hoa.r.s.ely. "We met," he explained, "some time since, quite casual."

Bella"s eyes lit up with triumphant malice. "What!" she said, "do you call yesterday week such a long while? What a compliment that is, though! And so he"s not even mentioned it to you, Miss Collum? Dear me, I wonder what reasons he had for that, now!"

"There"s nothing to wonder at," said Leander; "my memory does play me tricks of that sort."