Luttrell Of Arran Part 12

"Don't imagine we have come here as brigands," said Miss Courtenay, smiling.

"When you carry away my heart, what matters what is left me?" said he, sighing.

Miss Courtenay looked down--it was a bashful look, but not a displeased one--and, somehow, more conscious than the compliment of so old a gentleman might seem to warrant.

"And so Sir Gervais likes Ireland?" said he, as he introduced them into the drawing-room.

"So much so, that I fear he has made a purchase of some property there."

"That is only a mistake when one feels that he must live on the spot he owns. Some witty Frenchman says: 'I used to fancy that I owned my furniture, but I found that it owned me. I was the bondsman of an old arm-chair, and the actual slave of a chest of drawers!' You laugh, ladies, but just see whether this old house or I be the master here."

"Well, it's not a very severe bondage after all," said Georgina, smiling.

"How pleasantly one discusses another's captivity! By the way, when are you all to come and pay me this long-promised visit? Remember, the longer you defer payment, the larger grows the debt; your week is now a month."

"When Sir Gervais comes home, we shall be delighted."

"Why not be here when he arrives? How much pleasanter he'd find the house where your presence had imparted that charm that comes of female influence. You cannot guess how this old room, that I thought so dreary a while ago, looks positively beautiful now. Yes, Bernais, bring it in."

This was said to the servant, who, after appearing at the door, made a hasty retreat. "It is the _menu_ of our dinner, ladies, and my cook, M. Piquard, wishes to acquit himself with distinction. See, here is a query. 'Is the pheasant to be "aux huitres," or aux pointes d'asperges?'

Decide."

"I should say with the asparagus," said Miss Courtenay.

"And your judgment is correct; the other is a mere compromise to a supposed English taste. A summer day's dinner is to the full banquet of mid-winter what a light 'aquarelle' is to an oil picture. You want grace, delicacy; you require elegance, transparency, softness; not depth, nor force, nor strong effect."

"What Sybarites you must deem us!" said Lady Vyner, laughing.

"I am repeating for you to-day a little dinner I once gave the d.u.c.h.esse de Sagance. She was much admired at the time by the Archduke Charles of Austria; but forgive me if I am talking of forbidden themes."

"Oh, go on, Sir Within! We must implicitly bow to your discretion."

"Ah, if you do that, I am ruined. You silence me at once!"

"You surely wouldn't have us say, 'Be indiscreet?'"

"No; but I'd have you say, 'Talk to us as if we were all at Vienna, at Milan, or at Naples.'"

"Neither my sister nor myself 'pose' for prudery, Sir Within; but the world says that you are--what shall I call it?--too--too--do help me to the word."

"How can I, when it is to my own blame? Who ever called on a prisoner to fill up his own indictment?"

"What the world means is, perhaps," broke in Georgina, "that Sir Within occasionally forgets his geography, and fancies at the foot of Snowdon that he is close to Vesuvius."

"I apprehend you," said he, smiling; "but confess, that dress is not more a question of climate than conversation; both one and the other are lighter in the south of Europe, and what is of more moment, with perfect safety, too; mark that, Mesdames, with perfect safety."

"It may be all very well for you, who are acclimatised, to say so," said Lady Vyner; "but bear in mind that we only pa.s.sed one winter at Rome."

"And did you not like it? What a furious cataract of all manner of sensations is a first winter at Rome! Grandeur and littleness, Sublimity and absurdity--the splendid St. Peter's and the slipshod priesthood--and, more ridiculous than all, our c.o.c.kney population wandering over the Coliseum and Quirinal, not fully certain that they are getting the real article for their money, or whether Nero and Tiberius are not dear at the price paid for them. I often wish it were right for an ex-Envoy to give his note-book, or some extracts from it, to the world. Impressions of the B. S.--the British Subject, I mean--by a late Foreign Minister."

"Very amusing, doubtless; but very spiteful," said Miss Courtenay.

"Here comes Bernais to announce dinner, and rescue you from my tartness;" and, giving an arm to each of the ladies, he led them forward.

Valued reader, is it amongst the number of your experiences to have "a.s.sisted" at a dinner--usually a Russian one--where, without having found anything pre-eminently good to eat, you are given to understand that all cost fabulous sums--that the frica.s.see you scarcely tasted was brought from the frontier of China, and the fish, that seemed flavourless, came by estafette from the Caspian? Such, in a certain way, was Sir Within's conversation; it sparkled with great people--Kings glittered, and Queens bespangled it; it was evidently a dear article to have acquired, but, beyond that, it possessed little value. Yet, "for all that, and all that," his guests liked it. To be sure, it was admirably aided; his "little dinner," as he modestly styled it, was a banquet, not in ponderous detail or duration, but in the perfect selection and the exquisite delicacy of all that composed it.

And did he not relish the success he achieved--the double success of his cook and of himself! If there be a time when egotism is less odious than at others, it is when a host expatiates on the pains he has taken to feed you. The little selfish vaingloriousness of the moment is so readily pardoned, while the truffle is on your fork, or the ruby claret half way to your lips.

It was towards the close of the dinner that Sir Within, adroitly turning the topic from the meats to the guests, was discussing, with some knowledge of the subject, the people who made the pleasantest dinner company, and showing how an accomplished host makes the light talkers do duty at the first course, using them as mere skirmishers, who are to fall back and be ignored as the great engagement comes on. "I flatter myself," said he, "that I can manage most cla.s.ses of men, though I own there is one that totally defies me--that is to say, he is so obstinately self-willed, and so professionally trained to persistence, that he deems it a triumph. I mean your lawyer!"

"Oh, Laura! what have I done!" exclaimed Georgina, laying her hand on her sister's arm, and staring half wildly at her.

"What is it? What is the matter?"

"Was there ever such a blunder--how shall we get over it?"

"What is it, then? tell it!" cried Lady Vyner, eagerly.

"I forgot all about him--utterly--completely forgot!"

"About whom?"

"Mr. M'Kinlay, the lawyer. He arrived this morning, came to the cottage very early, saying he was on his way to Ireland to meet Gervais, and only ran over from Crewe to see us; I left him to tell you that he was there. I had it in my head when I quitted the room, but what drove it out again, or what occurred to make me forget it, I cannot now imagine."

In spite of all the annoyance of the incident, Lady Vyner laughed immoderately, and so did Sir Within, and so, at last, did Miss Courtenay, and the mirth was kept up by all sorts of fanciful conceits as to what the lawyer must have thought, said, or done.

"He has driven away in a towering pa.s.sion; he's hot-tempered at times, I know," said Lady Vyner.

"No, no! you'll find him very comfortably installed when you get back,"

said Sir Within. "He'll be vexed, he'll be angry, doubtless; but as a minister plenipotentiary vents his ill-temper in a despatch, your man of law consigns all his indignation, more practically, to his bill of costs. What an avalanche of six-and-eightpences will fall on your forgetfulness."

"We must hasten to repair the disaster. Sir Within, would you oblige me by ordering our ponies. I know you'll forgive our abrupt leave-taking."

"I shall never forgive the cause of it. Why not let me send a messenger over to ask him, saying I had insisted on detaining you?"

"Oh, on no account! Besides, he's a touchy person, and my husband is most tenacious regarding him. I must hasten back and make my explanations in person."

"I don't know how I am to face him at all!" cried Georgina.

"I'd certainly not try," said Sir Within.

Vague as the mere words were, they were uttered with a significance that plainly said, "You might stay where you are;" and Miss Courtenay evidently so read them, for her cheek reddened as she turned away.

Lady Vyner, however, went on: "I don't think we shall have any difficulty about it--at least, I hope not--though what I'm to say, and how to say it, I cannot imagine."

"Throw me into the breach," said Sir Within; "say that, hearing of his arrival, I begged a visit from you--that I wanted some legal advice--I required a draft of--what shall I say?--I can scarcely be going to be married. Let it be a will, then."

"Oh no, not a will, Sir Within!" said Georgina, with a very soft smile.

"It shall be whatever you decide for it," said he, a.s.sisting her with her shawl as he spoke.