The Young Duke

by Earl of Beaconsfield Benjamin Disraeli

  CHAPTER XI.

  _Le Roi S'Amuse_

  A CANTER is the cure for every evil, and brings the mind back to itselfsooner than all the lessons of Chrysippus and Crantor. It is the onlyprocess that at the same time calms the feelings and elevates thespirits, banishes blue devils and raises one to the society of 'angelsever bright and fair.' It clears the mind; it cheers the heart. It isthe best preparation for all enterprises, for it puts a man in goodhumour both with the world and himself; and, whether you are going tomake a speech or scribble a scene, whether you are about to conquer theworld or yourself, order your horse. As you bound along, your wit willbrighten and your eloquence blaze, your courage grow more adamantine,and your generous feelings burn with a livelier flame. And when theexercise is over the excitement does not cease, as when it grows frommusic, for your blood is up, and the brilliancy of your eye is fed byyour bubbling pulses. Then, my young friend, take my advice: rush intothe world, and triumph will grow out of your quick life, like Victorybounding from the palm of Jove!

  Our Duke ordered his horses, and as he rattled along recovered from theenervating effects of his soft reverie. On his way home he fell in withMr. Dacre and the two Baronets, returning on their hackneys from a hardfought field.

  'Gay sport?' asked his Grace.

  'A capital run. I think the last forty minutes the most splitting thingwe have had for a long time!' answered Sir Chetwode. 'I only hope JackWilson will take care of poor Fanny. I did not half like leaving her.Your Grace does not join us?'

  'I mean to do so; but I am, unfortunately, a late riser.'

  'Hem!' said Sir Tichborne. The monosyllable meant much.

  'I have a horse which I think will suit your Grace,' said Mr. Dacre,'and to which, in fact, you are entitled, for it bears the name of yourhouse. You have ridden Hauteville, Sir Tichborne?'

  'Yes; fine animal!'

  'I shall certainly try his powers,' said the Duke. 'When is your nextfield-day?'

  'Thursday,' said Sir Tichborne; 'but we shall be too early for you, I amafraid,' with a gruff smile.

  'Oh, no!' said the young Duke, who saw his man; 'I assure you I havebeen up to-day nearly two hours. Let us get on.'

  The first person that his Grace's eye met, when he entered the room inwhich they assembled before dinner, was Mrs. Dallington Vere.

  Dinner was a favourite moment with the Duke of St. James during thisvisit at Castle Dacre, since it was the only time in the day that,thanks to his rank, which he now doubly valued, he could enjoy atete-a-tete with its blooming mistress.

  'I am going to hunt,' said the Duke, 'and I am to ride Hauteville. Ihope you will set me an example on Thursday, and that I shall establishmy character with Sir Tichborne.'

  'I am to lead on that day a bold band of archers. I have already toomuch neglected my practising, and I fear that my chance of the silverarrow is slight.'

  'I have betted upon you with everybody,' said the Duke of St. James.

  'Remember Doncaster! I am afraid that May Dacre will again be theoccasion of your losing your money.'

  'But now I am on the right side. Together we must conquer.'

  'I have a presentiment that our union will not be a fortunate one.'

  'Then I am ruined,' said his Grace with rather a serious tone.

  'I hope you have not really staked anything upon such nonsense?' saidMiss Dacre.

  'I have staked everything,' said his Grace.

  'Talking of stakes,' said Lord St. Jerome, who pricked up his ears ata congenial subject, 'do you know what they are going to do about thataffair of Anderson's?'

  'What does he say for himself?' asked Sir Chetwode.

  'He says that he had no intention of embezzling the money, but that, ashe took it for granted the point could never be decided, he thought itwas against the usury laws to allow money to lie idle.'

  'That fellow has always got an answer,' said Sir Tichborne. 'I hate menwho have always got an answer. There is no talking common sense withthem.'

  The Duke made his escape to-day, and, emboldened by his illustriousexample, Charles Faulcon, Lord St. Jerome, and some other heroesfollowed, to the great disgust of Sir Chetwode and Sir Tichborne.

  As the evening glided on conversation naturally fell upon the amusementsof society.

  'I am sure we are tired of dancing every night,' said Miss Dacre. 'Iwonder if we could introduce any novelty. What think you, Bertha? Youcan always suggest.'

  'You remember the _tableaux vivants_?' said Mrs. Dallington Vere.

  'Beautiful! but too elaborate a business, I fear, for us. We wantsomething more impromptu. The _tableaux_ are nothing without brilliantand accurate costume, and to obtain that we must work at least for aweek, and then, after all, in all probability, a failure. _Ils sont troprecherches_,' she said, lowering her voice to Mrs. Dallington, '_pournous ici_. They must spring out of a society used to such exhibitions.'

  'I have a costume dress here,' said the Duke of

  St. James.

  'And I have a uniform,' said Lord Mildmay.

  'And then,' said Mrs. Dallington, 'there are cashmeres, and scarfs, andjewels to be collected. I see, however, you think it impossible.'

  'I fear so. However, we will think of it. In the meantime, what shall wedo now? Suppose we act a fairy tale?'

  'None of the girls can act,' said Mrs. Dallington, with a look of kindpity.

  'Let us teach them. That itself will be an amusement. Suppose we actCinderella? There is the music of Cendrillon, and you can compose, whennecessary, as you go on. Clara Howard!' said May Dacre, 'come here,love! We want you to be Cinderella in a little play.'

  'I act! oh! dear May! How can you laugh at me so! I cannot act.'

  'You will not have to speak. Only just move about as I direct you whileBertha plays music.'

  'Oh! dear May, I cannot, indeed! I never did act. Ask Eugenia!'

  'Eugenia! If you are afraid, I am sure she will faint. I asked youbecause I thought you were just the person for it.'

  'But only think,' said poor Clara, with an imploring voice, 'to act,May! Why, acting is the most difficult thing in the world. Acting isquite a dreadful thing. I know many ladies who will not act.'

  'But it is not acting, Clara. Well! I will be Cinderella, and you shallbe one of the sisters.'

  'No, dear May!'

  'Well, then, the Fairy?' 'No, dear, dear, dear May!'

  'Well, Duke of St. James, what am I to do with this rebellious troop?'

  'Let me be Cinderella!'

  'It is astonishing,' said Miss Dacre, 'the difficulty which youencounter in England, if you try to make people the least amusing orvary the regular dull routine, which announces dancing as the beautifulof diversions and cards as the sublime.'

  'We are barbarians,' said the Duke. 'We were not,' said May Dacre. 'Whatare _tableaux_, or acted charades, or romances, to masques, which werethe splendid and various amusement of our ancestors. Last Christmas weperformed "Comus" here with great effect; but then we had Arundel, andhe is an admirable actor.'

  'Curse Arundel!' thought the Duke. 'I had forgotten him.'

  'I do not wonder,' said Mrs. Dallington Vere, 'at people objecting toact regular plays, for, independently of the objections, not thatI think anything of them myself, which are urged against "privatetheatricals," the fact is, to get up a play is a tremendous business,and one or two is your bound. But masques, where there is so littleto learn by rote, a great consideration, where music and song are soexquisitely introduced, where there is such an admirable opportunityfor brilliant costume, and where the scene may be beautiful withoutchange--such an important point--I cannot help wondering that thisnational diversion is not revived.'

  'Suppose we were to act a romance without the costume?' said the Duke.'Let us consider it a rehearsal. And perhaps the Misses Howard will haveno objection to sing?'

  'It is difficult to find a suitable romance,' said Miss Dacre. 'All ourmodern English ones are too full of fine poetry. We tried once an oldballad, but it w
as too long. Last Christmas we got up a good many, andArundel, Isabella, and myself used to scribble some nonsense for theoccasion. But I am afraid they are all either burnt or taken away. Iwill look in the music-case.'

  She went to the music-case with the Duke and Mrs. Dallington.

  'No,' she continued; 'not one, not a single one. But what are these?'She looked at some lines written in pencil in a music-book. 'Oh! here issomething; too slight, but it will do. You see,' she continued, readingit to the Duke, 'by the introduction of the same line in every verse,describing the same action, a back-scene is, as it were, created, andthe story, if you can call it such, proceeds in front. Really, I think,we might make something of this.'

  Mr. Dacre and some others were at whist. The two Baronets were together,talking over the morning's sport. Ecarte covered a flirtation betweenLord Mildmay and Lady St. Jerome. Miss Dacre assembled her whole troop;and, like a manager with a new play, read in the midst of them theballad, and gave them directions for their conduct. A japan screen wasunfolded at the end of the room. Two couches indicated the limits ofthe stage. Then taking her guitar, she sang with a sweet voice and archsimplicity these simpler lines:--

  I.

  Childe Dacre stands in his father's hall, While all the rest are dancing; Childe Dacre gazes on the wall, While brightest eyes are glancing. Then prythee tell me, gentles gay! What makes our Childe so dull to-day?

  Each verse was repeated.

  In the background they danced a cotillon.

  In the front, the Duke of St. James, as Childe Dacre, leant against thewall, with arms folded and eyes fixed; in short, in an attitude whichcommanded great applause.

  II.

  I cannot tell, unless it be, While all the rest are dancing, The Lady Alice, on the sea, With brightest eyes is glancing, Or muses on the twilight hour Will bring Childe Dacre to her bower.

  Mrs. Dallington Vere advances as the Lady Alice. Her walk is abrupt, herlook anxious and distracted; she seems to be listening for some signal.She falls into a musing attitude, motionless and graceful as a statue.Clara Howard alike marvels at her genius and her courage.

  III.

  Childe Dacre hears the curfew chime, While all the rest are dancing; Unless I find a fitting rhyme, Oh! here ends my romancing! But see! her lover's at her feet! Oh! words of joy! oh! meeting sweet!

  The Duke advances, chivalric passion in his every gesture. The LadyAlice rushes to his arms with that look of trembling transport whichtells the tale of stolen love. They fall into a group which would havemade the fortune of an Annual.

  IV.

  Then let us hope, when next I sing, And all the rest are dancing, Our Childe a gentle bride may bring, All other joys enhancing. Then we will bless the twilight hour That call'd him to a lady's bower.

  The Duke led Mrs. Dallington to the dancers with courtly grace. Therewas great applause, but the spirit of fun and one-and-twenty inspiredhim, and he led off a gallop. In fact, it was an elegant romp. Thetwo Baronets started from their slumbers, and Lord Mildmay called forMademoiselle Dacre. The call was echoed. Miss Dacre yielded to thepublic voice, and acted to the life the gratified and condescending airof a first-rate performer. Lord Mildmay called for Madame Dallington.Miss Dacre led on her companion as Sontag would Malibran. There was nowreath at hand, but the Duke of St. James robbed his coat of its rose,and offered it on his knee to Mademoiselle, who presented it withParisian feeling to her rival. The scene was as superb as anything atthe _Academie_.