how wild and inconceivable, abrupt, yet quite practicable, were the brilliant visions i drew, the projects i formed! mentally i sprang over all barriers, cleared at a flying leap every obstacle. in fancy i achieved all my desires. i was the husband of estelle; the chosen son-in-law of her mother--the man of all men to whom she would have entrusted the future happiness of her only daughter. the good old lady had sacrificed pride, ambition, and all to love. time, life-usage, all became subservient to me when in these victorious moods. i had distanced all rivals--she was mine; i hers. i had cut the service, bidden farewell to the royal welsh; she, for a time at least, to london, the court, the row, "society," the world itself for me; and were rusticating hand-in-hand, amid the woods of walcot park, or somewhere else, of which i had a very vague idea. but from these daydreams i had to rouse myself to the knowledge that, so far from being accepted, i had not yet ventured to propose; that i had more than one formidable rival; that other obstacles were to be overcome; and that lady naseby was as cold and proud and unapproachable as ever.
the day of dora's fête proved a lovely one. the merry little creature--for she was much less in stature than her elder sister--with her bright blue eyes and wealth of golden hair, was full of smiles, pleasure, and impatience; and was as radiant with gems, the gifts of friends, as a young bride. i welcomed the day with vague hopes that grew into confidence, though i could scarcely foresee how it was to close for me, or all that was to happen. though caradoc and i had come from winchester ostensibly to attend this fête, i must glance briefly at many of the details of it, and confine myself almost to the dramatis person?. suffice it to say that there was a militia band on one of the flower-terraces; there was a pretty dark-eyed welsh gipsy, with black, dishevelled hair, who told fortunes, and picked up, but omitted to restore, certain stray spoons and forks; there was an itinerant welsh harper, whom the staghound brach, the same stately animal which i had seen on the rug before the hall-fire, inspired by that animosity which all dogs seem to have for mendicants, assailed about the calf of the leg, for which he seemed to have a particular fancy. so sir madoc had to plaster the bite with a fifty-pound note. then there was a prophetic hermit, in a moss-covered grotto, cloaked like a gray friar, and bearded like the pard; a wizard yclept merlin, who, having imbibed too much brandy, made a great muddle of the predictions and couplets so carefully entrusted to him for judicious utterance; and who assigned the initials of lady estelle cressingham to the portly old vicar, as those of his future spouse, and those of his lady, a stout matron with eight bantlings, to me, and so on.
the company poured in fast; and after being duly received by sir madoc and miss lloyd in the great drawing-room, literally crowded all the beautiful grounds, the band in white uniform on the terrace being a rival attraction to the great refreshment tent or marquee--a stately polychromed edifice, with gilt bells hanging from each point of the vandyked edging--wherein a standing luncheon was arranged, under the care of owen gwyllim; and over all floated a great banner, ermine and pean, with the lion rampant of the lloyds. a ball was to follow in the evening. the floor of the old dining-hall had been waxed till it shone like glass for the dancers. its walls were hung with evergreens and coloured lamps, and a select few were invited; but fate ordained that neither lady estelle nor i were to figure in this, the closing portion of the festivities. a number of beautiful girls in charming toilettes were present. people of the best style, too, mingled with humble middle-class country folks--tenants and so forth. there were some officers from the detachments quartered in chester, and several little half-known parsons, in noah's-ark coats, who came sidling in, and intrenched themselves beside huge mammas in quiet corners, to discuss parish matters and general philanthropy through the medium of iced claret-cup and sparkling moselle. and there were present, too, as guilfoyle phrased it, "some of those d--d fellows who write and paint, by jove!"
on this day guilfoyle, though he had carefully attired himself in correct morning costume, seemed rather preoccupied and irritable. the presence of pottersleigh and so many others placed his society somewhat at a discount; and, glass in eye, he seemed to watch the arrival of the lady guests, especially any who were darkly attired, with a nervous anxiety, which, somehow, i mentally connected with the pale woman in church, and dora's story of the initials. there was undoubtedly some mystery about him. viewed from the perron of the house, the scene was certainly a gay one--the greenness of the closely-mown lawn, dotted by the bright costumes of the ladies, and a few scarlet coats (among them caradoc's and mine); the brilliance and the perfume of flowers were there; the buzz of happy voices, the soft laughter of well-bred women, and the strains of the band, as they ebbed and flowed on the gentle breeze of the sunny noon. every way it was most enjoyable. here on one side spread an english chase, with oaks as old, perhaps, as the days when "beddgelert heard the bugle sound," leafy, crisp, and massive, their shadows casting a tint that was almost blue on the soft greensward, with the sea rippling and sparkling about a mile distant, where a portion of the chase ended at the edge of some lofty cliffs. on the other side rose the welsh mountains, with all their gray rocks, huge boulders, and foaming waterfalls--mountains from where there seemed in fancy to come the scent of wild flowers, of gorse, and blackberries, to dispel the fashionable languor of the promenaders on the lawn. the leaves, the flowers, the trees of the chase, the ladies' dresses, and the quaint fa?ade of the old tudor mansion were all warm with sunshine.
old morgan roots the gardener, to his great disgust, had been compelled to rifle the treasures of his hothouses, and to strip his shelves of the most wonderful exotics, to furnish bouquets for the ladies; for morgan was proud of his floral effects, and when displaying his slippings from kew and all the best gardens in england, tulips from holland and the cape, peonies from persia, rhododendrons from asia, azaleas from america, wax-like magnolias, and so forth, he was wont to exult over his rival, the vicar's scotch gardener, whom he stigmatised as "a sassenach;" and not the least of his efforts were some superb roses, named the "dora," in honour of the fair-haired heroine of the day. and caradoc--who was a good judge of everything, from cutlets and clicquot to horses and harness, and had a special eye for ankles, insteps, and eyelashes, style, and colour, &c.--declared the fête to be quite a success. as i looked around me, i could not but feel how england is pre-eminently, beyond all others, the land of fair women and of beauty. lady estelle, with her pale complexion and thick dark hair, her dress of light-blue silk, over which she wore a white transparent tunique, her tiny bonnet of white lace, her gloves and parasol of the palest silver-gray, seemed a very perfect specimen of her class; but until lord pottersleigh appeared, which was long after dancing had begun on the sward (by country visitors chiefly), she sat by the side of mamma, and declined all offers from partners. the viscount--my principal bête noire--had arrived over-night in his own carriage from chester, but did not appear at breakfast next morning, nor until fully midday, as he had to pass--so dora whispered to me--several hours in an arm-chair, with his gouty feet enveloped in flannel, while he regaled himself by sipping colchicum and warm wine-whey, though he alleged that his lameness was caused by a kick from his horse; and now, when with hobbling steps he came to where lady naseby and her stately daughter were seated, he did not seem--his coronet and order of the garter excepted--a rival to be much dreaded by a smart welsh fusileer of five and twenty.
fully in his sixtieth year, and considerably wasted--more, perhaps, by early dissipation than by time--the viscount was a pale, thin, and feeble-looking man, hollow-chested and slightly bent, with an unsteadiness of gait, an occasional querulousness of manner and restlessness of eye, as if nervous of the approach of many of those among whom he now found himself, and whom he viewed as "bumpkins in a state of rude health." guilfoyle, of whom he evidently had misgivings, he regarded with a cold and aristocratic stare, after carefully adjusting a gold eyeglass on his thin, aquiline nose, and yet they had been twice introduced elsewhere. his features were good. in youth he had been deemed a handsome man; but now his brilliant teeth were of paris, and what remained of his hair was carefully dyed a clear dark brown, that consorted but ill with the wrinkled aspect of his face, and the withered appearance of his thin white hands, when he ungloved, which was seldom. his whole air and style were so different from those, of hearty and jolly sir madoc, whose years were the same, and who was looking so bland, so bald, and shiny in face and brow, so full and round in waistcoat, with one of the finest camellias in his button-hole, "just like morgan roots the gardener going to church on sunday," as dora had it, while he watched the dancers, and clapped his hands to the music.
"ha, pottersleigh," said he, "you and i have done with this sort of thing now; but i have seen the day, when i was young, less fleshy, and didn't ride with a crupper, i could whirl in the waltz like a spinning jenny."
to this awkward speech the viscount, who affected juvenility, responded by a cold smile; and as he approached and was welcomed by lady naseby and her daughter, the latter glanced at me, and i could detect an undefinable expression, that savoured of amusement, or disdain, or annoyance, or all together, ending with a haughty smile, hovering on her dark and ever-sparkling eyes; for she knew by past experience, that from thenceforward, with an air of proprietary that was very provoking, he would be certain to hover constantly beside her; and now, after paying the usual compliments to the two ladies, his lordship condescended to honour me with a glance and a smile, but not with his hand.
"ah, how do you do, mr. hardinge--or shall i have the pleasure of saying captain hardinge?" said he.
"fortune has not so far favoured me--i am only a sub still."
"so was wellington in his time," said sir madoc, tapping me on the shoulder.
"ah, but you'll soon be off to the east now, i suppose." (his eyes expressed the words, "i hope.") "we shall soon come to blows with those russian fellows, and then promotions will come thick and fast. i have it as a certainty from aberdeen himself, that a landing somewhere on the enemy's coast cannot be much longer delayed now."
"and with one-half our army dead, and the other half worn out by camp-fever, cholera, and sufferings at varna, we shall take the field with winter before us--a russian winter, too!" said sir madoc, who was a bitter opponent of the ministry.
ere pottersleigh could reply, to avert any discussion of politics, the countess spoke.
"i trust," said she, "that the paragraph in the court journal and other papers, which stated that your title is about to be made an earldom, is something more than mere rumour?"
"much more, i have the pleasure to inform you," mumbled this hereditary legislator. "i have already received official notice of the honour intended me by her majesty. i supported the aberdeen ministry so vigorously throughout this russian affair, clearing them, so far as in me lay, from the allegations of vacillation, that in gratitude they were bound to recognise my services."
he played with his eyeglass, and glanced at estelle. she seemed to be looking intently at the shifting crowd; yet she heard him, for a slight colour crossed her cheek.
"so potter is to be an earl," thought i; "and she perhaps is contrasting his promotion with that which i have to hope for."
even this brief conversation by its import made me fear that my dreams might never come to pass--that my longings were too impossible for fulfilment. i envied caradoc, who, having no distinction of rank to contend with in his love affair, seemed, to be getting on very well with winifred lloyd, who, to his great delight, had made him her aide-de-camp, and useful friend during the day.
"our troops will find it tough work encountering the russians, i expect," said lord pottersleigh; "for although the rank and file are utter barbarians, mr. hardinge, many of their officers are men of high culture, and all regard the czar as a demigod, and russia as holy."
"i met some of them when i was in the north of europe," said guilfoyle--who, being rather ignored by pottersleigh, felt ruffled, if not secretly enraged and disposed to contradict him; "and though i think all foreigners usually absurd--"
"ah, that is a thoroughly english and somewhat provincial idea," said his lordship, quietly interrupting him; "but i have read of an old carib who said, 'the only obstinate savages i have met are the english; they adopt none of our customs.'"
"to adopt their dress might have been difficult in those days; but all foreigners, and especially russians, are somewhat strange, my lord, when judged by an english standard. i can relate a curious instance of attempted peculation in a russian official, such as would never occur with one occupying a corresponding position here. when attaché at the court of catzenelnbogen, i once visited a wealthy russian landowner, a count tolstoff, who lived near riga, at a time when he was about to receive the sum of eighty thousand silver roubles from the imperial treasury, for hemp, timber, and other produce of his estate, sold for the use of the navy. ivan nicolaevitch, the pulkovnich commanding the marine infantry stationed in the fortress of dunamunde, was to pay this money; but that official informed tolstoff verbally--he was too wary to commit anything to paper--that unless six thousand of the roubles were left in his hands, the whole might be lost by the way, as my friend's residence was in a solitary place, and the neighbourhood abounded with lawless characters.
"on tolstoff threatening to complain to the emperor, the pulkovnich most unwillingly handed over the entire sum, which was delivered in great state by a praperchich, or ensign, and six soldiers; and there we thought the matter would end. but that very night, as we sat at supper, smoking our meerschaums to digest a repast of mutton with mushrooms, compote of almonds and stuffed carrots--carrots scooped out like pop-guns, and loaded with mincemeat--the dining-room was softly entered by six men dressed like russian peasants, with canvas craftans and rope girdles, bark shoes and long beards, their faces covered with crape. they threatened me with instant death by the pistol if i dared to stir; and pinioning my friend to a chair, placed the barrel of another to his head, and demanded the treasure, or to be told where it was.
"tolstoff, who was a very cool fellow, gave me a peculiar smile, and told me in french to open the lower drawer of his escritoire, and give them every kopec i found there.
"on obtaining permission from the leader, i crossed the room, and found in the drawer indicated no money, but a brace of revolver pistols. with these, which luckily were loaded and capped, i shot down two of the intruders, and the rest fled. on tearing the masks from the fallen men, we discovered them to be--whom think you? the pulkovnich nicholaevitch and the praperchich of the escort! there was an awful row about the affair, as you may imagine; but in a burst of gratitude my friend gave me this valuable ring, a diamond one, which i have worn ever since."
"god bless my soul, what a terrible story!" exclaimed pottersleigh, regarding the ring with interest; for guilfoyle usually selected a new audience for each of these anecdotes, by which he hoped to create an interest in himself; and certainly he seemed to do so for a time in the mind of the somewhat simple old lord, who now entered into conversation with him on the political situation, actually took his arm, and they proceeded slowly across the lawn together. i was sorry caradoc had not overheard the new version of the ring, and wondered how many stories concerning it the proprietor had told to others, or whether he had merely a stock on hand, for chance narration. was it vanity, art, or weakness of intellect that prompted him? yet i have known a scotch captain of the line, a very shrewd fellow, who was wont to tell similar stories of a ring, and, oddly enough, over and over again to the same audience at the mess-table.
being rid of both now, i resolved to lose no time in taking advantage of the situation. sir madoc and "mamma" were in the refreshment tent, where i hoped they were enjoying themselves; dora was busy with a young sub from chester--little tom clavell of the 19th--who evidently thought her fête was "awfully jolly;" caradoc had secured winifred for one dance--she could spare him but one--and his usual soldierly swing was now reduced to suit her measure, as they whirled amid the throng on the smoothly-shorn turf.
