The Bramleighs of Bishop's Folly. Lever Charles James
not impossibly be found in the Navy list, you ‘ll scarcely chance upon it at F. O.”
“My chief question is, however, still to be answered. On what pretext does he bring him here?” said Jack, with unbroken good humor.
“As to that,” broke in Augustus, “Lord Culduff’s note is perfectly explanatory; he says his friend is travelling with him; they came here on a matter of business, and, in fact, there would be an awkwardness on his part in separating from him, and on ours, if we did not prevent such a contingency.”
“Quite so,” chimed in Temple. “Nothing could be more guarded or courteous than Lord Culduff’s reply. It was n’t in the least like an Admiralty minute, Jack, or an order to Commander Spiggins, of the ‘Snarler,’ to take in five hundred firkins of pork.”
“I might say, now, that you ‘ll not find that name in the Navy list, Temple,” said the sailor, laughing.
“Do they arrive to-day?” asked Marion, not a little uncomfortable at this exchange of tart things.
“To dinner,” said Temple.
“I suppose we have seen the last leg of mutton we are to meet with till he goes,” cried Jack: “that precious French fellow will now give his genius full play, and we ‘ll have to dine off ‘salmis’ and ‘suprêmes,’ or make our dinner off bread-and-cheese.”
“Perhaps you would initiate Bertond into the mystery of a sea-pie, Jack,” said Temple, with a smile.
“And a precious mess the fellow would make of it! He’d fill it with cocks’ combs and mushrooms, and stick two skewers in it with a half-boiled truffle on each – lucky if there would n’t be a British flag in spun sugar between them; and he ‘d call the abomination ‘pâté à la gun-room,’ or some such confounded name.”
A low, quiet laugh was now heard from the end of the table, and the company remembered, apparently for the first time, that Mr. Harding, the agent, was there, and very busily engaged with a broiled chicken.
“Ain’t I right, Mr. Harding?” cried Jack, as he heard the low chuckle of the small, meek, submissive-looking little man, at the other end of the table.
“Ain’t I right?”
“I have met with very good French versions of English cookery abroad, Captain Bramleigh.”
“Don’t call me ‘captain’ or I ‘ll suspect your accuracy about the cookery,” interrupted Jack. “I fear I ‘m about as far off that rank as Bertond is from the sea-pie.”
“Do you know Cutbill, Harding?” said Augustus, addressing the agent in the tone of an heir expectant.
“Yes. We were both examined in the same case before a committee of the House, and I made his acquaintance then.”
“What sort of person is he?” asked Temple.
“Is he jolly, Mr. Harding? – that’s the question,” cried Jack. “I suspect we shall be overborne by greatness, and a jolly fellow would be a boon from heaven.”
“I believe he is what might be called jolly,” said Harding, cautiously.
“Jolly sounds like a familiar word for vulgar,” said Marion. “I hope Mr. Harding does not mean that.”
“Mr. Harding means nothing of that kind, I ‘ll be sworn,” broke in Jack. “He means an easy-tempered fellow, amusing and amusable. Well, Nelly, if it’s not English, I can’t help it – it ought to be; but when one wants ammunition, one takes the first heavy thing at hand. Egad! I’d ram down a minister plenipotentiary, rather than fire blank-cartridge.”
“Is Lord Culduff also jolly, Mr. Harding?” asked Eleanor, now looking up with a sparkle in her eye.
“I scarcely know – I have the least possible acquaintance with his Lordship; I doubt, indeed, if he will recollect me,” said Harding, with diffidence.
“What are we to do with this heavy swell when he comes, is the puzzle to me,” said Augustus, gravely. “How is he to be entertained, – how amused? Here’s a county with nothing to see – nothing to interest – without a neighborhood. What are we to do with him?”
“The more one is a man of the world, in the best sense of that phrase, the more easily he finds how to shape his life to any and every circumstance,” said Temple, with a sententious tone and manner.
“Which means, I suppose, that he’ll make the best of a bad case, and bear our tiresomeness with bland urbanity?” said Jack. “Let us only hope, for all our sakes, that his trial may not be a long one.”
“Just to think of such a country!” exclaimed Marion; “there is absolutely no one we could have to meet him.”
“What’s the name of that half-pay captain who called here t’other morning? – the fellow who sat from luncheon till nigh dusk?” asked Jack.
“Captain Craufurd,” replied Marion. “I hope nobody thinks of inviting him; he is insufferably vulgar, and presuming besides.”
“Was n’t that the man, Marion, who told you that as my father and Lady Augusta didn’t live together the county gentry could n’t be expected to call on us?” asked Augustus, laughing.
“He did more: he entered into an explanation of the peculiar tenets of the neighborhood, and told me if we had had the good luck to have settled in the south or west of Ireland, they’d not have minded it, ‘but here,’ he added, ‘we are great sticklers for morality.’”
“And what reply did you make him, Marion?” asked Jack.
“I was so choked with passion that I could n’t speak, or if I did say anything I have forgotten it. At all events, he set me off laughing immediately after, as he said, – ‘As for myself, I don’t care a rush. I’m a bachelor, and a bachelor can go anywhere.’”
She gave these words with such a close mimicry of his voice and manner, that a general burst of laughter followed them.
“There’s the very fellow we want,” cried Jack. “That’s the man to meet our distinguished guest; he ‘ll not let him escape without a wholesome hint or two.”
“I ‘d as soon see a gentleman exposed to the assault of a mastiff as to the insulting coarseness of such a fellow as that,” said Temple, passionately.
“The mischief’s done already; I heard the governor say, as he took leave, – ‘Captain Craufurd, are you too strait-laced to dine out on a Sunday? if not, will you honor us with your company at eight o’clock?’ And though he repeated the words ‘eight o’clock’ with a groan like a protest, he muttered something about being happy, a phrase that evidently cost him dearly, for he went shuffling down the avenue afterwards with his hat over his eyes, and gesticulating with his hands as if some new immorality had suddenly broke in upon his mind.”
“You mean to say that he is coming to dinner here next Sunday?” asked Temple, horrified.
“A little tact and good management are always sufficient to keep these sort of men down,” said Augustus.
“I hope we don’t ask a man to dinner with the intention to ‘keep him down,’” said Jack, sturdily.
“At all events,” cried Temple, “he need not be presented to Lord Culduff.”
“I suspect you will see very little of him after dinner,” observed Harding, in his meek fashion, “That wonderful ‘32 port will prove a detainer impossible to get away from.”
“I ‘ll keep him company, then. I rather like to meet one of those cross-grained dogs occasionally.”
“Not impossibly you’ll learn something more of that same ‘public opinion’ of our neighbors regarding us,” said Marion, haughtily.
“With all my heart,” cried the sailor, gayly; “they ‘ll not ruffle my temper, even if they won’t flatter my vanity.”
“Have you asked the L’Estranges,