Roland Cashel Volume Ii Part 27

"Yes, sir."

"And her Ladyship?"

"My Lady breakfasts below stairs, sir."

"As it ought to be; he is alone," thought Linton, who, in his present incert.i.tude of purpose, had no desire to meet her.

"If you 'll have the goodness to wait a moment, sir, I 'll tell my Lord you are here," said the man, as he ushered Linton into a handsome drawing-room, which various scattered objects denoted to be her Ladyship's.

As Linton looked over the table, where books, drawings, and embroidery were negligently thrown, his eye caught many an object he had known long, long before; and there came over him, ere he knew it, a strange feeling of melancholy. The past rushed vividly to his mind,--that time when, sharing with her all his ambitions and his hopes, he had lived in a kind of fairy world. He turned over the leaves of her sketch-book,--she had done little of late,--an unfinished bit, here and there, was all he found; and he sat gazing at the earlier drawings, every one of which he remembered. There was one of an old pine-tree scathed by lightning, at the top, but spreading out, beneath, into a light and feathery foliage, beneath which they had often sat together. A date in pencil had been written at the foot, but was now erased, leaving only enough to discover where it had been. Linton's breathing grew hurried, and his pale cheek paler, as with his head resting on his hands he sat, bent over this. "I was happier, then," said he, with a sigh that seemed to rise from his very heart,--"far happier! But would it have lasted? that is the question. Would mere love have compensated for thwarted ambition, delusive hope, and poverty? How should I have borne continued reverses?"

The door opened, and Lady Kilgoff entered; not seeing him, nor expecting any one in the apartment, she was humming an opera air, when suddenly she perceived him.

"Mr. Linton here? This is a surprise indeed!" exclaimed she, as, drawing herself proudly up, she seemed to question the reason of his presence.

"I beg you will forgive an intrusion which was not of my seeking. I came to pay my respects to Lord Kilgoff, and his servant showed me into this chamber until his Lordship should be ready to receive me."

"Won't you be seated, sir?" said she, with an accent which it would be difficult to say whether it implied an invitation or the opposite.

Few men had more self-possession than Linton, fewer still knew better how to construe a mere accent, look, or a gesture; and yet, he stood now, uncertain and undecided how to act. Meanwhile Lady Kilgoff, arranging the frame of her embroidery, took her seat near the window.

"Penelope must have worked in Berlin wool, I 'm certain," said Linton, as he approached where she sat. "These wonderful tissues seem never to finish."

"In that lies their great merit," replied she, smiling; "it is sometimes useful to have an occupation whose monotony disposes to thought, even when the thoughts themselves are not all pleasurable."

"I should have fancied that monotony would dispose to brooding," said he, slowly.

"Perhaps it may, now and then," said she, carelessly. "Life, like climate, should not be all sunshine;" and then, as if wishing to change the theme, she added, "you have been absent a day or two?"

"Yes; an unexpected piece of fortune has befallen me. I find myself the heir of a considerable property, just as I have reached that point in life when wealth has no charm for me! There was a time when--but, no matter; regrets are half-brother to cowardice."

"We can no more help one than the other, occasionally," said she, with a faint sigh; and both were silent for some time.

"Is not that tulip somewhat too florid?" said he, stooping over her embroidery.

"That tulip is a poppy, Mr. Linton."

"What a natural mistake, after all!" said he. "How many human tulips who not only look like, but are downright poppies! Is not this house intolerably stupid?"

"I 'm ashamed to own I think it pleasant," said she, smiling.

"You were more fastidious once, if my memory serves me aright," said he, meaningly.

"Perhaps so," said she, carelessly. "I begin to fancy that odd people are more amusing than clever ones; and certainly they entertain without an effort, and that is an immense gain."

"Do you think so? I should have supposed the very effort would have claimed some merit, showing that the desire to please had prompted it."

"My Lord will see Mr. Linton at present," said the servant.

Linton nodded, and the man withdrew.

"How long ago is it since you made this sketch?" said he, opening the book, as if accidentally, at the page with the pine-tree.

She turned, and although her bent-down head concealed her features, Linton saw the crimson flush spread over the neck as she answered, "About three years ago."

"Scarcely so much," said he. "If I mistake not, I wrote the date myself beneath it; but it has worn out."

"You will excuse my reminding you, Mr. Linton, that Lord Kilgoff has not regained his habitual patience, and will be very irritable if you defer a pleasure such as a visit from you always affords him."

"Happy conjuncture," said he, smiling, "that can make my presence desired in one quarter, when my absence is wished for in another." And with a low, respectful bow, he left the room.

Whatever the object of the hint, Lady Kilgoff had not exaggerated his Lordship's deficiency in the Job-like element, and Linton found him, on entering, interrogating the servant as to whether he "had conveyed his message properly, and what answer he had received."

"That will do; leave the room," said he. Then turning to Linton, "I have waited twelve minutes, sir,--nearly thirteen,--since my servant informed you I would receive you."

"I am exceedingly sorry, my Lord, to have occasioned you even a moment of impatience. I was mentioning to Lady Kilgoff a circ.u.mstance of recent good fortune to myself, and I grieve that my egotism should have mastered my sense of propriety."

"Twelve minutes, or thirteen, either, may seem a very unimportant fraction of time to men of mere pleasure, but to those whose weightier cares impose graver thoughts, is a very considerable inroad, sir."

"I know it, my Lord. I feel it deeply, and I beg you to excuse me."

"Life is too short, at least in its active period, to squander twelve minutes, Mr. Linton; and however you, in _your_ station, and with _your_ pursuits, may deem otherwise, I would wish to observe, that persons in _mine_ think differently."

Linton looked a perfect statue of contrition, nor did he utter another word. Perhaps he felt that continuing the discussion would be but an indifferent mode of compensating for the injury already incurred.

"And now, Mr. Linton, I conclude that it was not without a reason you sought an interview at this unusual hour."

"The old story, my Lord; and as I came to ask a favor, I selected the _pet.i.t lever_ as the most appropriate hour."

"Indeed! you surprise me much how an individual so much forgotten as Lord Kilgoff can possibly be of service to that most promising gentleman, Mr. Linton!"

Linton never heeded the sarcastic discontent of the speech, but went on,--

"Yes, my Lord, you find me, as you have so often found me, a suppliant."

"I have nothing to bestow, sir."

"You can do all that I could ask, or even wish for, my Lord. My ambition is not very unmeasured; my greatest desire is to have the opportunity of frequent intercourse with you, and the benefit of that practical wisdom for which your Lordship s conversation is distinguished at home and abroad."

"My valet is not going to leave me," said the old man, with an insolence of look that tallied with the rude speech.

"My Lord!--"

"Nay, nay, you must not be offended; I was rather jesting on my own barrenness of patronage than upon your proposal."

Linton saw by the slight advantage he had gained that the bold course was the more promising, and continued:--

"You will soon have a great deal of business on your hands, my Lord, and so, I will economize your time and your patience. You have not heard, I am aware, that Dollington has been recalled. The mission at Florence is to give away, and I am here to ask for the secretaryship. I know well that the appointment is a Foreign-Office one; but Blackwell, who gives me the present information, says, 'If you have interest with Kilgoff, push it now; his recommendation will, I know, be attended to.' He then goes on to say that Dollington is most anxious to know if you would take his house off his hands. He has been furnishing and arranging the interior most expensively, never dreaming of a recall."