slightest bows, and suddenly saw Mrs. Brown at her shop door on the other side, and had a word to say to her. And now Stanley Lake drew up in the tax-cart, and greeted the ladies, and told them how he meant to pass the day; and the dogs being put in, and the attorney, I'm afraid a little spited at his reception, in possession of the reins, they drove down the little street at a great pace, and disappeared round the corner; and in a minute more the young ladies, in the opposite direction, resumed their drive. The ponies, being grave and trustworthy, and having the road quite to themselves, needed little looking after, and Miss Brandon was free to converse with her companion. "I think, Rachel, you have a lover," she said. 66 Only a bachelor, I'm afraid, as my poor Margery calls the young gentleman who takes her out for a walk on a Sunday, and I fear means nothing more." "This is the second time I've found Chelford talking to you, Rachel, at the door of your pretty little garden." Rachel laughed. 66 Suppose, some fine day, he should put his hand over the paling, and take yours, and make you a speech." "You romantic darling," she said, "don't you know that peers and princes have quite given over marrying simple maidens of low estate for love and liking, and understand match-making better than you or I; though I could give a tolerable account of myself, after the manner of the white cat in the story, which I think is a pattern of frankness and modest dignity, I'd say with a courtesy-Think not, prince, that I have always been a cat, and that my birth is obscure; my father was king of six kingdoms, and loved my mother tenderly,' and so forth." "Rachel, I like you," interrupted the dark beauty, fixing her large eyes, from which not light, but, as it were, a rich shadow fell softly on her companion. It was the first time she had made any such confession. Rachel returned her look as frankly, with an amused smile, and then said, with a comic little toss of her head"Well, Dorcas, I don't see why you should not, though I don't know why you say so. "You're not like other people; you don't complain, and you're not bitter, although you have had great misfortunes, my poor Rachel." There be ladies, young and old, who, the moment they are pitied, though never so cheerful before, will forthwith dissolve in tears. But that was not Rachel's way; she only looked at her with a good-humoured but grave curiosity for a few seconds, and then said, with rather a kindly smile-- "And now, Dorcas, I like you." Dorcas made no answer, but put her arm round Rachel's neck, and kissed her; Dorcas made two kisses of it, and Rachel one, but it was cousinly and kindly; and Rachel laughed a soft little laugh after it, looking amused and very lovingly on her cousin; but she was a bold lass, and not given in anywise to the melting mood, and said gaily, with her open hand still caressingly on Dorcas's waist "I make a very good nun, Dorcas, as I told Stanley the other day. I sometimes, indeed, receive a male visitor at the other side of the paling, which is my grille; but to change my way of life is a dream that does not trouble me. Happy the girl--and I am one-who cannot like until she is first beloved. Don't you remember poor, pale Winnie, the maid, who used to take us on our walks all the summer at Dawling; how she used to pluck the leaves from the flowers, like Faust's Marguerite, saying, 'he loves me a little-passionately, not at all.' Now if I were loved passionately, I might love a little; and if loved a little-it should be not at all." They had the road all to themselves, and were going at a walk up an ascent, so the reins lay loosely on the ponies' necks, and Dorcas looked with an untold meaning in her proud face, on her cousin, and seemed on the point of speaking, but she changed her mind. "And so Dorcas, as swains are seldom passionately in love with so small a pittance as mine, I think I shall mature into a queer old maid, and take all the little Wylders, masters and misses, with your leave, for their walks, and help to make their pinafores." Whereupon Miss Dorcas put her ponies into a very quick trot, and became absorbed in her driving, CHAPTER XIV. IN WHICH VARIOUS PERSONS GIVE THEIR OPINIONS OF CAPTAIN STANLEY LAKE. "STANLEY is an odd creature," said Rachel, so soon as another slight incline brought them to a walk; "I can't conceive why he has come down here, or what he can possibly want of that disagreeable lawyer. They have got dogs and guns, and are going, of course, to shoot; but he does not care for shooting, and I don't think Mr. Larkin's society can amuse him. Stanley is clever and cunning, I think, but he is neither wise nor frank. He never tells me his plans, though he must know he does know-I love him; yes, he's a strange mixture of suspicion and imprudence. He's wonderfully reserved. I am certain he trusts no one on earth, and at the same time, except in his confidences, he's the rashest man living. If he were like Lord Chelford, or even like our good Vicar--not in piety, for poor Stanley's training, like my own, was sadly neglected there I mean in a few manly points of character, I should be quite happy, I think, in my solitary nook." "Is he so very odd?" said Miss Brandon, coldly. "I only know he makes me often very uncomfortable," answered Rachel. "I never mind what he tells me, for I think he likes to mislead everybody; and I have been too often duped by him to trust what he says. I only know that his visit to Gylingden must have been made with some serious purpose, and his ideas are all so rash and violent." "He was at Donnyston for ten days, I think, when I was there, and seemed clever. They had charades and proverbes dramatique. I'm no judge, but the people who understood it, said he was very good." "Oh! yes, he is clever; I knew he was at Donnyston, but he did not mention he had seen you there; he only told me he had met you pretty often when you were at Lady Alton's last season." "Yes, in town," she answered, a little drily. While these young ladies are discussing Stanley Lake, I may be permitted to mention my own estimate of that agreeable young person. Captain Lake was a gentleman and VOL. LXII.NO. CCCLXVII. an officer, and of course an honorable man; but somehow I should not have liked to buy a horse from him. He was very gentlemanlike in appearance, and even elegant; but I never liked him, although he undoubtedly had a superficial fascination. I always thought, when in his company, of old Lord Holland's silk stocking with something unpleasant in it. I think, in fact, he was destitute of those fine moral instincts which are born with men, but never acquired; and in his way of estimating his fellow-men, and the canons of honour, there was occasionally perceptible a faint flavour of the villanous, and an undefined savour, at times, of brimstone. I know, also that when his temper, which was nothing very remarkable, was excited, he could be savage and brutal enough; and I believe he had often been violent and cowardly in his altercations with his sister-so, at least, two or three people, who were versed in the scandals of the family, affirmed. But it is a censorious world, and I can only speak positively of my own sensations in his company. His morality, however, I suppose, was quite good enough for the world, and he had never committed himself in any of those ways of which that respectable tribunal takes cognizance. "So that d-d fellow Lake is down here still; and that stupid, scheming lubber, Larkin, driving him about in his tax-cart, instead of minding his business. I could not see him to-day. That sort of thing won't answer me; and he is staying at Larkin's house, Í find." Wylder was talking to me on the door steps after dinner, having in a rather sulky way swallowed more than his usual modicum of Madeira, and his remarks were delivered interruptedly-two or three puffs of his cigar interposed between each sentence. "I suppose he expects to be asked to the wedding. He may expect-ha, ha, ha! You don't know that lad as I do." Then there came a second cigar, and some little time in lighting, and full twenty enjoyable puffs before he resumed. "Now, you're a moral man, Charlie, 3 tell me really what you think of a fellow marrying a girl he does not care that for," and he snapt his fingers. "Just for the sake of her estate-it's the way of the world, of course, and all that-but, is not it a little bit shabby, don't you think? Eh? ha, ha, ha!" "I'll not debate with you, Wylder, on that stupid old question. It's the way of the world, as you say, and there's an end of it." 66 "They say she's such a beauty! Well, so I believe she is, but I can't fancy her. Now you must not be angry. I'm not a poet like you--booklearned, you know; and she's too solemn by half, and grand. I wish she was different. That other girl, Rachel-she's a devilish handsome craft. I wish almost she was not here at all, or I wish she was in Dorcas's shoes." "Nonsense, Wylder! stop this stuff; and it is growing cold: throw away that cigar, and come in." "In a minute. No, I assure you, I'm not joking. Hang it! I must talk to some one. I'm devilish uncomfortable about this grand match. I wish I had not been led into it. I don't think I'd make a good husband to any woman I did not fancy, and where's the good of making a girl unhappy, eh?" "Tut, Wylder, you ought to have thought of all that before. I don't like your talking in this strain when you know it's too late to recede; besides, you are the luckiest fellow in creation. Upon my word, I don't know why the girl marries you; you can't suppose that she could not marry much better, and if you have not made up your mind to break off, of which the world would form but one opinion, you had better not speak in that way any more." "Why, it was only to you, Charlie; and to tell you the truth, I do believe it is the best thing for me; but I suppose every fellow feels a little queer when he is going to be spliced, a little bit nervous, eh? But you are right-and I'm right, and we are all right it is the best thing for us both. It will make a deuced fine estate; but hang it! you know a fellow's never satisfied. And I suppose I'm a bit put out by that disreputable dog's being here I mean Lake; not that I need care more than Dorcas, or any one else; but he's no credit to the family, you see, and I never could abide him. I've half a mind, Charlie, to tell you a thing; but hang it! you're such a demure old maid of a chap. Will you have a cigar ?" "No." "Well, I believe two's enough for me," and he looked up at the stars. "I've a notion of running up to town, only for a day or two, before this business comes off, just on the sly; you'll not mention it, and I'll have a word with Lake, quite friendly of course; but I'll shut him up, and that's all. I wonder he did not dine here to day. Did you ever see so pushing a brute?" So Wylder chucked away his cigar, and stood for a minute with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the stars, as if reading fortunes there. I had an unpleasant feeling that Mark Wylder was about some mischief-a suspicion that some game of mine and countermine was going on between him and Lake, to which I had no clue whatsoever. Mark had the frankness of callosity, and could recount his evil deeds and confess his vices with hilarity and detail, and was prompt to take his part in a lark, and was a remarkably hard hitter, and never shrank from the brunt of a row; and with these fine qualities, and a much superior knowledge of the ways of the flashworld, had commanded my boyish reverence and a general popularity among strangers. But, with all this, he could be as secret as the sea with which he was conversant, and as hard as a stone wall, when it answered his purpose. He had no lack of cunning, and a convenient fund of cool cruelty when that stoical attribute was called for. Years, I dare say, and a hard life and profligacy, and command, had not made him less selfish or more humane, or abated his craft and resolution. If one could only see it, the manoeuvring and the ultimate collision of two such generals as he and Lake would be worth observing, I dare say my last night's adventure tended to make me more nervous and prone to evil anticipation. And although my quarters had been changed to the lower storey, I grew uncomfortable as it waxed late, and half regretted that I had not migrated to the "Brandon Arms." Uncle Lorne, however, made me no visit that night. Once or twice I fancied something, and started up in my bed. It was fancy, merely. What state had I really been in, when I saw that long-chinned apparition of the pale portrait? Many a wiser man than I had been mystified by dyspepsy and melancholic vapours. CHAPTER XV. DORCAS SHOWS HER JEWELS TO MISS LAKE. STANLEY LAKE and his sister dined next day at Brandon. Under the cold shadow of Lady Chelford, the proprieties flourished, and generally very little else. Awful she was, and prompt to lecture young people before their peers, and spoke her mind with fearful directness and precision. But sometimes she would talk, and treat her hearers to her recollections, and recount anecdotes with a sort of grim cleverness, not wholly unamusing. She did not like Wylder, I thought, although she had been the inventor and constructor of the family alliance of which he was the hero. I did not venture to cultivate her; and Miss Brandon had been, from the first, specially cold and repellent to Captain Lake. There was nothing very genial or promising, therefore, in the relations of our little party, and I did not expect a very agreeable evening. Notwithstanding all this, however, our dinner was, on the whole, much pleasanter than I anticipated. Stanley Lake could be very amusing; but I doubt if our talk would quite stand the test of print. I often thought if one of those artists who photograph language and thought the quiet, clever "reporters," to whom England is obliged for so much of her daily entertainment, of her social knowledge, and her political safety, were, pencil in hand, to ensconce himself behind the arras, and present us, at the close of the agreeable banquet, with a literal transcript of the feast of reason and the flow of soul, which we give and take with so much complacency - whether it would quite satisfy us upon reconsideration. When I entered the drawing-room after dinner, Lord Chelford was plainly arguing a point with the young ladies, and by the time I drew near, it was Miss Lake's turn to speak. "Flattering and wheedling of mankind, I am sure, I have no talent for; and without flattering and wheedling you'll never have conjugal obedience. Don't you remember Robin Hood? how "The mother of Robin said to her husband, My honey, my love, and my dear!' and all this for leave to ride with her son, to see her own brother at Gamwell." "I remember," said Dorcas, with a smile. "I wonder what has become of that old book, with its odd little woodcuts. . And he said, I grant thee thy boon, gentle Joan; Take one of my horses straightway.'" "Well, though the book is lost, we retain the moral, you see," said Rachel "and it has with a little laugh; always seemed to me that if it had not been necessary to say, 'my honey, my love, and my dear,' that good soul would not have said it, and you may be pretty sure that if she had not, and with the suitable byplay too, she might not have ridden to Gamwell that day." "And you don't think you could have persuaded yourself to repeat that little charm, which obtained her boon and one of his horses straightway?" said Lord Chelford. "Well, I don't know what a great temptation and a contumacious husband might bring one to; but I'm afraid I'ma stubborn creature, and destitute of the feminine gift of flattery. If, indeed, he felt his inferiority and owned his dependence, I think I might, perhaps, have called him 'my honey, my love, and my dear,' and encouraged and comforted him; but to buy my personal liberty, and the right to visit my brother at Gamwell never!" And yet she looked, Lord Chelford thought, very good humoured and pleasant, and he fancied a smile from 3* her might do more with some men than all gentle Joan's honeyed vocabulary. "I own," said Lord Chelford, laughing, "that, from prejudice, I suppose, I am in favour of the apostolic method, and stand up for the divine right of my sex; but then, don't you see, it is your own fault, if you make it a question of right, when you may make it altogether one of fascination?" Who, pray, is disputing the husband's right to rule ?" demanded old Lady Chelford unexpectedly. "I am very timidly defending it against very serious odds," answered her son. "Tut, tut! my dears, what's all this; you must obey your husbands," cried the dowager, who put down. nonsense with a high hand, and had ruled her lord with a rod of iron. "That's no tradition of the Brandons," said Miss Dorcas quietly. "The Brandons-pooh! my dear -it is time the Brandons should grow like other people. Hitherto, the Brandon men have all, without exception, been the wickedest in all England, and the women the handsomest and the most selfwilled. Of course the men could not be obeyed in all things, nor the women disobeyed. I'm a Brandon myself, Dorcas, so I've a right to speak. But the words are precise-honour and obey--and obey you must; though of course you have a right to argue a point, if need be, and to let your husband hear reason." And, having ruled the point, old Lady Chelford leaned back and resumed her doze. There was no longer anything playful in Dorcas's look. On the contrary, something fierce and lurid, which I thought wonderfully becoming; and after a little she said "I promised, Rachel, to show you my jewels. Come now-will you? -and see them." And she placed Rachel's hand on her arm, and the two young ladies departed. Are you well, dear?" asked Rachel when they reached her room. Dorcas was very pale, and her gaze was stern, and something undefinably wild in her quietude. "What day of the month is this?" said Dorcas. "The eighth-is not it ?-yes, the eighth," answered Rachel. "And our marriage is fixed for the twenty-second-just a fortnight hence. I am going to tell you, Rachel, what I have resolved on." "How really beautiful these diamonds are quite superb." "Yes," said Dorcas, opening the jewel-cases, which she had taken from her cabinet, one after the other. "And these pearls! how very magnificent! I had no idea Mark Wylder's taste was so exquisite." "Yes, very magnificent, I suppose." "How charming quite regal-you will look, Dorcas !" Dorcas smiled strangely, and her bosom heaved a little, Rachel thought. Was it pride, elation, or was there not something wildly bitter gleaming in that smile? "I must look a little longer at these diamonds." "You have heard of the music on the waters that lures mariners to lose their ships and their lives. The pilot leaves the rudder, and leans over the prow, and listens, and all is lost. They steer no more, but drive before the wind; and what care they for wreck and drowning?" I suppose it was the same smile; but in Rachel's eyes, as pictures will, it changed its character with her own change of thought, and now it seemed the pale rapt smile of one who hears music far off, or sees a vision. "Rachel, dear, there is an evil genius attendant on our family," continued Dorcas, in the same subdued tone, which, in its very sweetness, had so sinister a sound in Rachel's ear. "From mother to child, from child to grandchild, the influence continues. What some would call insanity, what I call an influence, overpowers pru |