Barrington Volume Ii Part 3

CHAPTER III. A SMALL DINNER-PARTY

Withering and Stapylton had arrived fully two h.o.a.rs earlier than they were expected, and Miss Dinah was too deeply engaged in the household cares that were to do them honor to receive them. Josephine, too, was not less busily occupied, for her conventual education had made her wonderfully skilful in all sorts of confectionery, and she was mistress of devices in spun sugar and preserved fruits, which rose in Aunt Dinah's eyes to the dignity of high art. Barrington, however, was there to meet them, and with a cordial welcome which no man could express more gracefully. The luncheon hour pa.s.sed pleasantly over, for all were in good humor and good spirits. Withering's holiday always found him ready to enjoy it, and when could old Peter feel so happy as when he had a guest beneath his roof who thoroughly appreciated the cottage, and entered into the full charm of its lovely scenery! Such was Stapylton; he blended a fair liking for the picturesque with a natural instinct for comfort and homeliness, and he saw in this spot what precisely embraced both elements. It was very beautiful; but, better still, it was very lovable. "It was so rare"--so, at least, he told Barrington--"to find a cottage wherein internal comfort had not been sacrificed to some requirement of outward show. There was only one way of doing this,"

said he, as Barrington led him through the little flower-garden, giving glimpses of the rooms within as they pa.s.sed,--"only one way, Mr.

Barrington; a man must have consummate taste, and strong credit at his banker's." Barrington's cheek grew a thought redder, and he smiled that faint sad smile which now and then will break from one who feels that he could rebut what he has just heard, if it were but right or fitting he should do so. Of course, amongst really distressing sensations this has no place; but yet there is a peculiar pain in being complimented by your friend on the well-to-do condition of your fortune when your conscience is full of the long watching hours of the night, or, worse still, the first awaking thought of difficulties to which you open your eyes of a morning. It is not often, nor are there many to whom you can say, "I cannot tell the day or the hour when all this shall pa.s.s away from me; my head is racked with care, and my heart heavy with anxiety." How jarring to be told of all the things you ought to do! You who could so well afford it! And how trying to have to take shelter from your necessity under the shadow of a seeming stinginess, and to bear every reflection on your supposed thrift rather than own to your poverty!

If Withering had been with them as they strolled, this, perhaps, might have been avoided; he had all a lawyer's technical skill to change a topic; but Withering had gone to take his accustomed midday nap, the greatest of all the luxuries his time of idleness bestowed upon him.

Now, although Stapylton's alludings--and they were no more--to Barrington's gifts of fortune were such as perfectly consisted with good taste and good breeding, Barring-ton felt them all painfully, and probably nothing restrained him from an open disclaimer of their fitness save the thought that from a host such an avowal would sound ungracefully. "It is my duty now," reasoned he, "to make my guest feel that all the attentions he receives exact no sacrifice, and that the pleasure his presence affords is unalloyed by a single embarra.s.sment.

If he must hear of my difficulties, let it be when he is not beneath my roof." And so he let Stapylton talk away about the blessings of tranquil affluence, and the happiness of him whose only care was to find time for the enjoyments that were secured to him. He let him quote Pope and Wharton and Edmund Burke, and smiled the blandest concurrence with what was irritating him almost to fever.

"This is Withering's favorite spot," said Peter, as they gained the shade of a huge ilex-tree, from which two distinct reaches of the river were visible.

"And it shall be mine, too," said Stapylton, throwing himself down in the deep gra.s.s; "and as I know you have scores of things which claim your attention, let me release you, while I add a cigar--the only possible enhancement--to the delight of this glorious nook."

"Well, it shall be as you wish. We dine at six. I 'll go and look after a fish for our entertainment;" and Barrington turned away into the copse, not sorry to release his heart by a heavy sigh, and to feel he was alone with his cares.

Let us turn for a moment to M'Cormick, who continued to saunter slowly about the garden, in the expectation of Barrington's return. Wearied at length with waiting, and resolved that his patience should not go entirely unrequited, he turned into a little shady walk on which the windows of the kitchen opened. Stationing himself there, in a position to see without being seen, he took what he called an observation of all within. The sight was interesting, even if he did not bring to it the appreciation of a painter. There, upon a s.p.a.cious kitchen table, lay a lordly sirloin, richly and variously colored, flanked by a pair of plump guinea-hens and a fresh salmon of fully twenty pounds' weight. Luscious fruit and vegetables were heaped and mingled in a wild profusion, and the speckled plumage of game was half hidden under the ma.s.sive bunches of great hot-house grapes. It is doubtful if Sneyders himself could have looked upon the display with a higher sense of enjoyment It is, indeed, a question between the relative merits of two senses, and the issue lies between the eye and the palate.

Wisely reasoning that such preparations were not made for common guests, M'Cormick ran over in his mind all the possible and impossible names he could think of, ending at last with the conviction it was some "n.o.b" he must have met abroad, and whom in a moment of his expansive hospitality he had invited to visit him. "Isn't it like them!" muttered he. "It would be long before they'd think of such an entertainment to an old neighbor like myself; but here they are spending--who knows how much?--for somebody that to-morrow or next day won't remember their names, or maybe, perhaps, laugh when they think of the funny old woman they saw,--the 'Fright' with the yellow shawl and the orange bonnet. Oh, the world, the world!"

It is not for me to speculate on what sort of thing the world had been, if the Major himself had been intrusted with the control and fashion of it; but I have my doubts that we are just as well off as we are. "Well, though they haven't the manners to say 'M'Cormick; will you stop and dine?' they haven't done with me yet; not a bit!" And with this resolve he entered the cottage, and found his way to the drawing-room. It was unoccupied; so he sat himself down in a comfortable armchair, to await events and their issue. There were books and journals and newspapers about; but the Major was not a reader, and so he sat musing and meditating, while the time went by. Just as the clock struck five, Miss Dinah, whose various cares of housewifery had given her a very busy day, was about to have a look at the drawing-room before she went to dress, and being fully aware that one of her guests was asleep, and the other full stretched beside the river, she felt she could go her "rounds"

without fear of being observed. Now, whatever had been the peculiar functions she was lately engaged in, they had exacted from her certain changes in costume more picturesque than flattering. In the first place, the sleeves of her dress were rolled up above the elbows, displaying arms more remarkable for bone than beauty. A similar curtailment of her petticoats exhibited feet and ankles which--not to be ungallant--might be called ma.s.sive rather than elegant; and lastly, her two long curls of auburn hair--curls which, in the splendor of her full toilette, were supposed to be no mean aids to her captivating powers--were now tastefully festooned and fastened to the back of her head, pretty much as a pair of hawsers are occasionally disposed on the bow of a merchantman! Thus costumed, she had advanced into the middle of the room before she saw the Major.

"A pleasure quite unexpected, sir, is this," said she, with a vigorous effort to shake out what sailors would call her "lower courses." "I was not aware that you were here."

"Indeed, then, I came in myself, just like old times. I said this morning, if it 's fine to-day, I 'll just go over to the 'Fisherman's Home.'"

"'The Home,' sir, if you please. We retain so much of the former name."

But just as she uttered the correction, a chance look at the gla.s.s conveyed the condition of her head-gear,--a startling fact which made her cheeks perfectly crimson. "I lay stress upon the change of name, sir," continued she, "as intimating that we are no longer innkeepers, and expect something, at least, of the deference rendered to those who call their house their own."

"To be sure, and why not?" croaked out the Major, with a malicious grin.

"And I forgot all about it, little thinking, indeed, to surprise you in 'dishabille,' as they call it."

"_You_ surprise me, sir, every time we meet," said she, with flashing eyes. "And you make me feel surprised with myself for my endurance!"

And so saying, she retired towards the door, covering her retreat as she went by every object of furniture that presented itself, and, like a skilful general, defending her rear by every artifice of the ground.

Thus did she exit, and with a bang of the door--as eloquent as any speech--close the colloquy.

"Faix! and the Swiss costume doesn't become you at all!" said the Major, as he sat back in his chair, and cackled over the scene.

As Miss Barrington, boiling with pa.s.sion, pa.s.sed her brother's door, she stopped to knock.

"Peter!" cried she. "Peter Barrington, I say!" The words were, however, not well out, when she heard a step ascending the stair. She could not risk another discovery like the last; so, opening the door, she said, "That hateful M'Cormick is below. Peter, take care that on no account--"

There was no time to finish, and she had barely an instant to gain her own room, when Stapylton reached the corridor.

Peter Barrington had, however, heard enough to inform him of his sister's high behest. Indeed, he was as quick at interpreting brief messages as people have grown in these latter days of telegraphic communication. Oracular utterings had been more than once in his life his only instructors, and he now knew that he had been peremptorily ordered not to ask the Major to dinner.

There are, doubtless, people in this world--I almost fancy I have met one or two such myself--who would not have felt peculiar difficulty in obeying this command; who would have gone down to the drawing-room and talked coolly to the visitor, discussing commonplaces, easily and carelessly, noting the while how at every pause of the conversation each was dwelling on the self-same point, and yet, with a quiet abstinence, never touching it, till with a sigh, that was half a malediction, the uninvited would rise to take leave. Barrington was not of this number.

The man who sat under his roof was sacred. He could have no faults; and to such a pitch had this punctilio carried him, that had an actual enemy gained the inside of his threshold, he would have spared nothing to treat him with honor and respect.

"Well, well," muttered he, as he slowly descended the stairs, "it will be the first time in my life I ever did it, and I don't know how to go about it now."

When a frank and generous man is about to do something he is ashamed of, how readily will a crafty and less scrupulous observer detect it!

M'Cormick read Barrington's secret before he was a minute in the room.

It was in vain Peter affected an off-hand easy manner, incidentally dropping a hint that the Attorney-General and another friend had just arrived,--a visit, a mere business visit it was, to be pa.s.sed with law papers and parchments. "Poor fun when the partridges were in the stubble, but there was no help for it. Who knew, however, if he could not induce them to give him an extra day, and if I can, Major, you must promise to come over and meet them. You 'll be charmed with Withering, he has such a fund of agreeability. One of the old school, but not the less delightful to you and me. Come, now, give me your word--for--shall we say Sat.u.r.day?--Yes, Sat.u.r.day!"

"I 've nothing to say against it," grumbled out M'Cormick, whose a.s.sent was given, as attorneys say, without prejudice to any other claim.

"You shall hear from me in the morning, then," said Peter. "I 'll send you a line to say what success I have had with my friends."

"Any time in the day will do," said the Major, unconcernedly; for, in truth, the future never had in his estimation the same interest as the present. As for the birds in the bush, he simply did not believe in them at all.

"No, no," said Barrington, hurriedly. "You shall hear from me early, for I am anxious you should meet Withering and his companion, too,--a brother-soldier."

"Who may he be?" asked M'Cormick.

"That's my secret, Major,--that's my secret," said Peter, with a forced laugh, for it now wanted but ten minutes to six; "but you shall know all on Sat.u.r.day."

Had he said on the day of judgment, the a.s.surance would have been as palatable to M'Cormick. Talking to him of Sat.u.r.day on a Monday was asking him to speculate on the infinite. Meanwhile he sat on, as only they sit who understand the deep and high mystery of that process. Oh, if you who have your fortunes to make in life, without any a.s.signable mode for so doing, without a craft, a calling, or a trade, knew what success there was to be achieved merely by sitting--by simply being "there," eternally "there"--a warning, an example, an ill.u.s.tration, a what you will, of boredom or infliction; but still "there." The b.u.t.t of this man, the terror of that,--hated, feared, trembled at,--but yet recognized as a thing that must be, an inst.i.tution that was, and is, and shall be, when we are all dead and buried.

Long and dreary may be the days of the sitter, but the hour of his reward will come at last. There will come the time when some one--any one--will be wanted to pair off with some other bore, to listen to his stories and make up his whist-table; and then he will be "there." I knew a man who, merely by sitting on patiently for years, was at last chosen to be sent as a Minister and special Envoy to a foreign Court just to get rid of him. And for the women sitters,--the well-dressed and prettily got-up simperers, who have sat their husbands into Commissionerships, Colonial Secretaryships, and such like,--are they not written of in the Book of Beauty?

"Here 's M'Cormick, Dinah," said Barrington, with a voice shaking with agitation and anxiety, "whom I want to pledge himself to us for Sat.u.r.day next. Will you add your persuasions to mine, and see what can be done?"

"Don't you think you can depend upon me?" cackled out the Major.

"I am certain of it, sir; I feel your word like your bond on such a matter," said Miss Dinah. "My grandniece, Miss Josephine Barrington,"

said she, presenting that young lady, who courtesied formally to the unprepossessing stranger.

"I'm proud of the honor, ma'am," said M'Cormick, with a deep bow, and resumed his seat; to rise again, however, as Withering entered the room and was introduced to him.

"This is intolerable, Peter," whispered Miss Barrington, while the lawyer and the Major were talking together. "You are certain you have not asked him?"

"On my honor, Dinah! on my honor!"

"I hope I am not late?" cried Stapylton, entering; then turning hastily to Barrington, said, "Pray present me to your niece."

"This is my sister, Major Stapylton; this is my granddaughter;" and the ladies courtesied, each with a degree of satisfaction which the reader shall be left to a.s.sign them.

After a few words of commonplace civility, uttered, however, with a courtesy and tact which won their way for the speaker, Stapylton recognized and shook hands with M'Cormick.

"You know my neighbor, then?" said Barrington, in some surprise.

"I am charmed to say I do; he owes me the _denouement_ of a most amusing story, which was suddenly broken off when we last parted, but which I shall certainly claim after dinner."

"He has been kind enough to engage himself to us for Sat.u.r.day," began Dinah. But M'Cormick, who saw the moment critical, stepped in,--