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At two o'clock to the moment Claire went upstairs again, and for the s.p.a.ce of an hour she performed the duties of lady's-maid without a murmur, building up the old relic of a bygone fashionable generation into a presentable form. There was an auburn set of curls upon her head, with a huge tortoise-sh.e.l.l comb behind. A change had been wrought in her mouth, which was filled with white teeth. A thick coating of powder filled up some of her wrinkles, and a wonderful arrangement of rich lace draped her form as she sat propped up in an easy-chair.

"Now my diamonds," she said, at last; and Claire fetched a casket from the dressing-table, and held a mirror before the old lady, as she wearied herself--poor old flickering flame that she was!--fitting rings on her thin fingers, the glittering necklet about her baggy throat, the diadem in her hair, and the eardrops in the two yellow pendulous adjuncts to her head.

"Shall I do, chit?" she said, at last.

"Yes," said Claire gravely.

"Humph! You don't look pleased; you never do. You're jealous, chit.



There, half draw down the blinds and go, now. Leave the room tidy. I hate to have you by me at times like this."

Claire helped her to walk to the drawing-room, arranged a few things, and then left the room with the folding-doors closed, and it seemed as if life and youth had gone out of the place, leaving it to ghastly old age and death, painted with red lips and white cheeks, and looking ten times more awful than death in its natural solemn state.

Then for two hours fashionable Saltinville rattled the knocker, and was shown up by Isaac, in ones, and twos, and threes, and told Lady Teigne that she never looked better, and took snuff, and gossiped, and told of the latest scandals about Miss A, and Mr B, and Lord C, and then stopped, for Lord C came and told tales back; and all the while Lady Teigne, supported by Lady Drelincourt, her sister, ogled and smiled, and smirked under her paint and diamonds, and quarrelled with her sister every time they were left for a few minutes alone.

"It's shameful, Lyddy," said her ladyship, pinching her over-dressed sister; "an old thing like you, rolling in riches, and you won't pay my debts."

"Pay them yourself," was the ungracious reply. "Oh!"

This was consequent upon the receipt of a severe pinch from Lady Teigne, but the elderly sisters smiled again directly, for Isaac announced Major Rockley, and the handsome, dark officer came in, banging an imaginary sabre at his heels and clinking his spurs. He kissed Lady Teigne's hand, bent courteously over Lady Drelincourt, and then set both t.i.ttering over the latest story about the Prince.

The sisters might have been young from their ways and looks, and general behaviour towards the Major, whose attentions towards the venerable animated mummy upon the couch seemed marked by a manner that was almost filial.

He patted the cushions that supported the weak back; held her ladyship when a fit of coughing came on, and then had to find the necklet that had become unfastened and had slipped down beneath an Indian shawl, spread coverlet fashion, over the lady's trembling limbs.

"Thank you so much, Major. How clever you are!" cackled the old woman playfully, as he found the necklet, and clasped it about her throat. "I almost feel disposed to give you some encouragement, only it would make Lyddy furious."

Lady Drelincourt said "For shame!" and tapped her sister with her fan, and then Major Rockley had to give place to Captain Bray and Lieutenant Sir Harry Payne, officers in his regiment, the former a handsome, portly dandy who puzzled his dearest friends, he was so poor but looked so well.

Then followed other members of the fashionable world of Saltinville, till nearly six, when the knocker ceased making the pa.s.sage echo, the last visitor had called, and Claire helped--half carried--her ladyship back to bed, and watched her relock her jewels in the casket, which was taken then to the dressing-table. Her ladyship was made comfortable, partook of her dinner and tea, and then waited for the coming of Claire for the last time that night.

Volume One, Chapter IV.

CLOUDS.

Lady Teigne's drawing-room was in full progress, and Claire was working hard at her tambour frame, earning money respectably, and listening to the coming and going of the visitors, when there was a tap at her bedroom door, and the maid Eliza entered.

"If you please, miss," said Eliza, and stopped.

"Yes, Eliza," and the soft white hand remained suspended over the canvas, with the needle glittering between the taper fingers.

"If you please, miss, there's that young man at the kitchen door."

"That young man?"

"The soldier, miss; and he do look nice: Mr James Bell."

There was a flush in Eliza's face. It might have been that which fled from Claire's, leaving it like ivory.

"Where is your master?"

"He went out on the parade, miss."

"And Mr Morton?"

"Hush, miss! he said I wasn't to tell. He bought two herrings of Fisherman d.i.c.k at the back door, and I believe he've gone to the end of the pier, fishing."

"I'll come down, Eliza."

Eliza tripped off to hurry down to the handsome young dragoon waiting in the kitchen, and wonder whether he was Miss Claire's sweetheart, and wish he were hers, for he did look so lovely in his uniform and spurs.

As soon as Claire was alone she threw herself upon her knees beside her bed, to rise up at the end of a minute, the tears in her eyes, and a troubled look covering her handsome face with gloom.

Then she hurried down, barely escaping Major Rockley, who did contrive to raise his hat and direct a smile at her before she was gone--darting in at the empty breakfast-room door, and waiting there trembling till the Major had pa.s.sed the window and looked up in vain to see if she were there.

"What a coincidence," she thought, as her heart beat painfully, and a smarting blush came in her cheeks.

But the Major was gone; there was no fear of encountering him now; and she hurried into the kitchen, where a handsome, bluff-looking, fair young man of goodly proportions, who sat stiffly upright in his dragoon undress uniform, was talking to Eliza, who moved from the table against which she had been leaning, and left the kitchen.

"Oh, Fred dear," cried Claire, as the blond young soldier rose from his chair, took her in his arms, and kissed her tenderly.

"Why, Claire, my pet, how are you?" he cried; and Eliza, who had peeped through the key-hole, gave her foot a spiteful stamp.

"So miserable, Fred dear. But you must not come here."

"Oh, I won't come to the front, and disgrace you all; but hang it, you might let me come to the back. Getting too proud, I suppose."

"Fred! don't talk so, dear. You hurt me."

"Well, I won't, pet. Bless you for a dear, sweet girl. But it does seem hard."

"Then why not try and leave the service, Fred? I'll save all I can to try and buy you out, but you must help me."

"Bah! Stuff, little one! What's the good? Suppose I get my discharge.

That's the good? What can I do? I shall only take to the drink again.

I'm not fit for anything but a common soldier. No; I must stop as I am. The poor old governor meant well, Clairy, but it was beggarly work--flunkey work, and it disgusted me."

"Oh, Fred!"

"Well, it did, little one. I was sick of the fashionable starvation, and I suppose I was too fond of the drink, and so I enlisted."

"But you don't drink much now, Fred."

"Don't get the chance, little one," he said, with a bluff laugh.

"There, I'll keep away. I won't disgrace you all."

"Dear Fred," said Claire, crying softly.

"And I won't talk bitterly to you, my pet. I say, didn't I see the Major come in at the front?"

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