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"There are a few families you know, Harry, who never give those kind of parties," observed Mrs. Stanley.
Hazlehurst's conscience felt a twinge, for he knew she was thinking of Elinor, whom Miss Wyllys had never allowed to give these UNMARRIED parties; though she went to other houses, when asked.
"Miss Taylor had collected a tribe of Europeans of all sorts, last night; half-a-dozen Englishmen, and a vulgar Frenchman,"
observed Harry, by way of changing the conversation. "I was surprised when my friend Townsend told me he was invited; he did not know the Taylors, and only arrived a week since."
"Adeline invited him on purpose; Miss Lawrence is very fond of foreigners, and you know Mr. Taylor calls on all the strangers who arrive," said Jane.
Harry's lip curled a little.
"How disagreeable that Captain k.o.c.kney is," continued Jane.
"More than disagreeable," replied Harry. "I should not have used so soft a word. I was not a little amused, by-the-bye, to see how the fellow cooled off when Townsend and Ellery came in. Your low set of English have such a thorough awe of those a few degrees above them."
"That Mr. k.o.c.kney is so very forward and vulgar," said Mrs.
Graham, "that I wonder anybody can endure him. I was disgusted with his manner on board the steamboat from Longbridge, the other day."
"He is beneath notice," said Harry.
"I am not sure, either, that I like your friend, Mr. Ellery, Harry."
"Ellery is no friend of mine; but, pray, don't name him in the same breath with that k.o.c.kney."
"Oh, no, Mr. Ellery is a gentleman, evidently; but I don't like his manners, there is something affected about him."
"Certainly, he knows how to play the c.o.xcomb, and condescends to do so quite too often. But I hope you like Townsend; he is really a fine fellow."
"Mr. Townsend has very different manners."
"Yes, he has the best English manner; quite natural, and not afraid to be civil. It is only the best of the English who are quite free from nonsense. Ellery aims at effect, half the time; Townsend has too much sense to do so."
"Well, I really wonder," said Jane, "how Mrs. Hilson can endure that Captain k.o.c.kney."
"The silly little soul knows no better."
"To be sure, she is quite as ridiculous as he is."
"She is really very silly," said Mrs. Stanley. "It is a pity that good, worthy Mr. Hubbard should have daughters so little like himself, and so much like their mother."
"She is very pretty, though, and dresses very well," said Jane.
"Would you believe it, mamma, the other day, when she called at Adeline's she wore a collar precisely like the prettiest of those I brought from Paris."
"Does she visit a great deal at Mrs. Taylor's?" inquired her mother.
"Oh, no; Adeline can't endure her. But she cannot get rid of her entirely, because they meet in the country. Adeline would like to drop the acquaintance altogether, but she says Mrs. Hilson won't let her, because Mrs. Taylor's is the only fashionable house where she visits."
"These Taylors have really done wonders in the last few years,"
said Mrs. Stanley, smiling.
"They have been quite as persevering, I dare say, as Mrs. Hilson can be. They are a very vulgar, pushing family," observed Mrs.
Graham.
Jane coloured, and Harry feared she would shed a tear or two. She was quite agitated. "Dear Jane," he thought," what an affectionate heart she has!" By way of consoling her, probably, and at the same time obtaining a better view of her downcast face, he took a seat beside her. He even refrained from making an observation which he had in petto, upon the volatile character and manners of Miss Taylor, reserving it for the future; determining that when they were man and wife, Jane should have the full benefit of his opinion of her friend.
{"in petto" = in mind}
Let it not be supposed that Harry was too sure of success, in thus looking forward to his marriage with Jane as no very improbable event. Since he had appeared in the family as her suitor, her manner had been encouraging. There were blushes and moments of embarra.s.sment which looked very favourably; and had he been obliged to proclaim all his hopes, he would have confessed that the same flattering signs had been observed by him in Paris, and had contributed not a little to increase the warmth of his own feelings. There was now a rival in the field, and one by no means to be despised; but, although young de Vaux was good-looking, agreeable, and very much in love, Jane did not seem disposed to smile upon him. To do her justice, she was no coquette; she was too indolent by nature, to labour very hard to secure several conquests at the same time. Miss Graham was very much admired, however, and was generally proclaimed the beauty of the season; while Harry soon began to feel the vanity of the favoured man.
But if she were a beauty, Adeline was a belle; a pretty, and a rich belle, moreover, and Miss Taylor's train of admirers was much larger than that of Miss Graham. So numerous indeed were her followers, that she was seldom seen alone. If she visited, it was with an attendant beau; if she were walking in Broadway, she had generally one on each side of her; and at a party she was always talking to half-a-dozen young men at a time. Miss Adeline was, undeniably, a very popular belle. But all this homage was sometimes attended with difficulties: one morning she wrote an urgent note to her friend Jane, requesting that she would come to see her, for she was unwell herself, and wanted advice in a momentous affair.
The sympathising Jane had no sooner appeared, than Adeline exclaimed, {sic}
"I am so perplexed, that I really don't know what to do! You must decide for me."
"How can I help you? What is the matter?" inquired Jane.
"Why you know to-night is Mrs. Thompson's great ball, and I am going, of course; though I have a very bad cold."
"Yes, you are really quite hoa.r.s.e."
"No wonder! I have been so pestered by serenades for the last fortnight, that I have not had one good night's rest. I had to get up and show myself at the window, until I caught one cold after another."
"Perhaps you had better not go to-night."
"You may be sure I shan't stay at home unless I have to keep my bed; I am already engaged for five dances. But just look at the centre-table."
Jane turned her eyes towards the table, which was covered with flowers.
"How beautiful they are!" she exclaimed, going to look at them.
"One, two, four, six bouquets!--Where did they all come from?"
"Don't ask me; I am sick of the very sight of flowers!"
"This, with the variegated camellias, is beautiful!"
"Yes, it's pretty enough; but what shall I do with it?"
"Why, take it to the party this evening, of course."
"No, indeed; it came from Mr. Howard, and I can't endure him."
"Which have you chosen, then?"
"That is the very question; I don't know how to settle it."
"Take this one with the pa.s.sion-flower."
"No, that I shan't; for it was sent just to spite me. Mr. Grant sent it--and I told him last night that I hated pa.s.sion flowers, and everything else that is sentimental. What shall I do?--It is so provoking!"