‘Now, don’t fly into a fidget!’ begged Dysart. ‘I’m not going all the way back to London! You must think I’m a gudgeon!’
‘Oh, I do!’ she interpolated, on a quiver of laughter.
‘Well, that’s where you’re fair and far off,’ he told her severely. ‘I’ve got all my toggery waiting for me at the Golden Lion here, and a chaise hired to bring me on to Brent House. Yes, and when I think that I never planned anything so carefully in my life, only to have it overset because nothing would do for you but to show how clever you are by screeching that you knew me, I have a dashed good mind to wash my hands of the whole business!’
‘Good God, dear boy, mustn’t say things like that!’ intervened Mr Fancot, considerably shocked. ‘I know you don’t mean it, but if anyone else heard you –’
‘Well, there isn’t anyone else to hear me,’ said the Viscount snappishly, walking away to where his groom was holding his horse.
Mr Fancot, feeling that it behoved him to make his excuses for him, pressed up to the carriage, and bowed again to its dimly seen occupants, saying confidentially: ‘He don’t mean what he says when he gets in a miff – no need to tell you so! I know Dy, you know Dy! He won’t buckle!’
‘Mr Fancot,’ said Nell, almost overcome by mortification, ‘I am persuaded I have no need to beg you not to tell anyone why Dysart tried to hold me up tonight!’
‘I shouldn’t dream of it!’ Mr Fancot assured her earnestly. ‘Wild horses couldn’t drag it out of me! Well, it stands to reason they couldn’t, because, now I come to think of it, I don’t know.’
‘You don’t know?’ she repeated incredulously.
‘Forgot to ask him,’ he explained. ‘Well, I mean to say – no business of mine! Dy said, Come and help me to hold up m’sister’s carriage! and I said, Done! or some such thing. Nothing else I could say. Dashed inquisitive to be asking him why, you know!’
At this moment Dysart called impatiently to him, so he made his bow, and went off. Nell sank back into her corner of the carriage, exclaiming: ‘Thank heavens! I was ready to sink!’ She became aware of her footman awaiting orders, and said hastily: ‘Tell James to drive on, if you please! His lordship was – was just funning!’
‘I should think he must believe his lordship to be out of his mind,’ observed Letty, as the carriage moved forward. ‘Why did he do it, Nell?’
‘Oh, for a nonsensical reason!’
‘Very likely! But what nonsensical reason?’
‘I wish you will take a leaf out of that absurd Fancot’s book, and not ask inquisitive questions!’
‘I daresay you do, but I shan’t! Come, now, you sly thing!’
‘No, pray don’t tease me!’ Nell begged.
‘Oh, very well! I wonder what Giles will say to it?’ said Letty, all sprightly innocence.
‘Letty! You wouldn’t – !’
‘Not if I were in your confidence, of course!’ replied Letty piously.
‘Really, you are the most unscrupulous girl!’ declared Nell.
Letty giggled. ‘No, I am not, for I never betray secrets! I shan’t rest till I know this one, I warn you, for I cannot conceive what was in Dysart’s head, unless he was just knocking up a lark, and that I know he was not.’
‘Well, pray don’t think too badly of him!’ Nell said, capitulating.
But Letty, listening entranced to Nell’s story, did not think at all badly of Dysart. She said handsomely that he had far more wit than she had ever guessed, and was much inclined to join him in blaming Nell for not having held her peace. ‘For if only you had pretended not to recognize him everything would now be in a fair way to being settled. And you can’t deny that if you had truly not known him you wouldn’t have cared a button for your jewels. I suppose you might have guessed how it was, when he brought you the money, but that wouldn’t have signified!’
‘How can you say so? My peace would have been utterly cut up! I must have told Cardross – yet how might I have done so, when already he thinks Dy too – too rackety? Oh, it would have been worse than anything!’
‘I declare you are the oddest creature!’ Letty exclaimed. ‘For my part, I think you should have sold some of your jewels, and I don’t wonder at it that Dysart is out of all patience with you! I suppose you may do what you choose with what is your own!’
She continued arguing in this strain until Brent House was reached; and when Dysart presently joined his sister, in something very like a fit of the sullens, did much to restore him to good-humour by heartily applauding his ingenuity, commiserating him on the mischance which had brought his scheme to nothing, and abusing Nell for having such stupid crotchets. For once they found themselves much in sympathy, but when the Viscount said that if Nell made such a piece of work over a little necessary deception she had better screw up her courage and tell Cardross she was under the hatches again, agreement was at an end between them. Letty strongly opposed this suggestion. In her experience, Cardross, in general so indulgent, was abominably severe if he considered one had been extravagant; and if confronted by debts (however inescapable) he became positively brutal. She spoke with feeling, her last encounter with her exasperated brother still vivid in her mind. ‘Only because I purchased a dressing-case, which every lady must have, and desired him in the civilest way to pay for it, for how could I do so myself on the paltry sum he allows me for pin-money – he sent it back to the shop! I was never so mortified! And, would you credit it, Dysart? – he promised me that if I again ran into debt he would send me down to Merion in charge of a strict governess! A governess – !’
The Viscount was not much impressed – and, indeed, he would have been still less impressed had he been privileged to set eyes on the necessary adjunct to a lady’s comfort in question. A handsome piece of baggage, that dressing-case, with every one of its numerous cut-glass bottles fitted with gold caps, embellished with a tasteful design in diamond-chips. It had made the second footman, a stout youth, sweat only to carry it up one pair of stairs; and when it was flung open it had quite dazzled the eyes of all beholders. It had dazzled Cardross’s eyes so much that he had closed them, an expression on his face of real anguish.
‘That has nothing to say to anything. I daresay he thought it not the thing for you,’ said the Viscount, with unconscious shrewdness. ‘But everyone knows court dresses cost the deuce of a lot of money, and I shouldn’t wonder at it if –’
‘When Giles discovered that Nell was so monstrously in the wind he said such things as cast her into the greatest affliction!’
‘Were you there?’ demanded the Viscount suspiciously.
‘No, I was not there, but I saw her directly afterwards, and she was quite overset! She cried in the most affecting way, and ever since she has been subject to fits of sad dejection. If you abandon her, it will the most abominable thing I ever heard of!’
‘Who said I meant to do so?’ retorted his lordship. ‘All I said was – But it ain’t to the purpose! It’s a pity tonight’s affair came to nothing, but I shall come about. And I’ll thank you not to start meddling!’ he added, in a very ungallant way.
‘I have not the remotest intention of meddling!’ said Letty, rigid with wrath.
‘Well, see you don’t!’ recommended Dysart. ‘And don’t go blabbing either!’
These ungentlemanly words brought to an abrupt end the excellent understanding which had seemed to be flourishing between them. Letty, in freezing accents, requested his lordship to restore her to her chaperon, and his lordship did so with unflattering alacrity. Finding that Nell was attended by a great many of her friends he did not feel that it behoved him to remain at her side, but went off to amuse himself in his own way. Since he was, regrettably, one of those dashing blades who could not be trusted to keep the line at a masquerade he managed to do this tolerably well by flirting outrageously with any lady obliging enough to enc
ourage him. By the time that had palled he had been so fortunate as to have rubbed against a crony, in whose company, and that of several other bucks of the first head, he spent the remainder of the evening, rejoining his sister finally in very merry pin. He was not precisely castaway (as he would himself have phrased it), and only a high stickler could have found anything to object to in the affable, not to say rollicking, mood engendered by champagne punch; but it was evident that he had temporarily banished care, and could not be expected to bend his mind to the solving of Nell’s difficulties. Instead, he entertained the ladies during the drive back to town with snatches of song, delivered in a fine, forceful baritone.
Five
In spite of the absence from it of Mr Allandale Letty had much enjoyed the masquerade. Like the Viscount, she had indulged in a good deal of flirtation, allowing her vivacity to carry her to lengths only possible under the disguise of a mask and domino; she had received a great many audacious compliments; and her spangled gown had been much admired. Her giddiness added nothing to Nell’s comfort, but she was powerless to check the liveliness that several times put her to the blush. A gentle admonition was met merely with a laugh, and a toss of the head; and when she ventured to say: ‘Letty, if you won’t keep a proper distance for your own sake, do so for mine, I beg of you!’ her wilful sister-in-law replied: ‘Oh, fudge! You place yourself on too high a form! There’s no harm in romping a trifle at a masquerade: everyone does so! It is all just fun and gig!’
‘It is unbecoming,’ Nell said. ‘Bath miss manners! You wouldn’t behave with so little particularity if Mr Allandale were here!’
‘Dear Jeremy! No, indeed! I should flirt with him instead. But he is not here, and I’ve no notion of being moped and die-away at such an agreeable party, I can tell you. I think we are having a splendid night’s raking, don’t you?’
It was useless to persist; useless too to hope that Letty would not be recognized. At midnight there would be a general unmasking, when disapproving eyes would see that the fast girl in the shimmering domino and the spangled gown was none other than Cardross’s little half-sister. Youth and a naturally volatile disposition led Letty, carried away by excitement, into behaviour that was beyond the line of being pleasing. The evils of her former situation in her aunt’s house were never more clearly shown: she had neither precept nor example to guide her, her aunt being both indolent and shatterbrained, and her cousins over-bold young women with nothing in their heads but finery and dalliance.
Having perceived Lady Chudleigh amongst the gathering of unmasked chaperons, Nell braced herself to meet the inevitable strictures which she did not doubt her husband’s most formidable aunt would feel it her duty to address to her. In the event, however, Lady Chudleigh was surprisingly gracious. She certainly condemned the spangled dress, and was thankful that she had no cause to blush for her own daughter, but she said that she did not blame Nell for Letty’s want of conduct. ‘It is much to be regretted that Letitia does not take a lesson from you, my dear Helen,’ she said majestically. ‘I shall not deny that I have been used to think that Cardross made a great mistake when he chose to offer for you. I always speak my mind, and I told him at the time that he would do better to ally himself to a female nearer in age to himself. But I must own, and do not hesitate to do so, that I have been agreeably surprised in you. It is a sad pity that Letitia has neither your discretion nor your good taste.’
With these measured words of approval she moved on, which was just as well, since Nell could think of nothing whatsoever to say in reply to them. Her daughter, a rather angular girl, unkindly described by her cousin Felix as an antidote, lingered to exclaim: ‘Only fancy Mama’s saying that to you! She does not often praise people, I can tell you, Cousin Helen!’
The congratulatory tone in which this was uttered was a little too much for Nell. She said tartly: ‘I am sure I ought to be very much obliged to her!’
‘I knew you must feel it so. Do you know, she said to me yesterday that you were a very pretty-behaved young woman? There!’
‘Did she indeed? Well, don’t repeat any more of her compliments, for they might puff me up too much in my own conceit!’
Miss Chudleigh tittered. ‘That is precisely what Mama said! At least, I mean she said that it was a wonder your head was not turned by all the compliments you receive. But I quite expected her to censure you for permitting Letty to wear such an improper gown. I can’t think how she can do so without blushing. I could not!’
‘No, and I must own that I think you would be very unwise to attempt anything in the same style,’ instantly retorted the pretty-behaved Lady Cardross. ‘But Letty, you know, has so perfect a figure that she can carry off anything! For my part, I never saw her in greater beauty!’
‘And I hope she told her detestable mother!’ Nell said, when later recounting this exchange to Letty.
‘Well!’ said Letty, giggling. ‘What a bouncer! When you took one look at my dress, and said you had never seen anything so improper!’
‘Yes, but I didn’t say it was not becoming! And in any event it was a great piece of impertinence for Miriam to criticize you. Or for Lady Chudleigh to do so either, for now I come to think of it she is not your aunt, but only Giles’s!’
‘Dear Nell!’ gurgled Letty.
Nell submitted to an enthusiastic embrace, but said, in rather a conscience-stricken tone: ‘But I must tell you, Letty, that I agreed with every word they said! It is a shocking dress, and don’t say you didn’t damp your petticoat, for I know you did! Nothing else could have made it cling so! What Cardross must have said, had he seen it –’
‘You sound just like a governess!’
‘So I do!’ Nell said, much struck, and looking quite aghast. ‘Oh, what an odious girl you are, Letty, to put me to that necessity! You make me feel like a governess!’
‘I did not purchase a lace gown for more than three hundred guineas,’ said Letty, folding her hands, and gazing piously at the ceiling. ‘I am not in a quake lest my husband should discover it!’
Quite confounded, poor Nell remained speechless for several moments. She made a gallant recovery. ‘No, you bought a dressing-case for five hundred pounds, didn’t you? And you are not in debt because Cardross sent it back! And least that has not happened to me!’
‘I hoped you wouldn’t remember that,’ said Letty candidly. ‘Oh, Nell, it has put a famous notion into my head! Send the gown back to Lavalle! You may say that it is not in the least what you wanted, and doesn’t become you!’
‘Well, if that is your famous notion I never heard anything so unscrupulous in my life!’ gasped Nell. ‘Besides, I tore it a little at Carlton House that night, and Lavalle would instantly see where Sutton darned it!’
‘What a pity! There is nothing for it, then, but to order another dress from the horrid creature,’ said Letty, unconsciously echoing Dysart. ‘That is what my aunt does when her dressmaker duns her. And if you keep on sending it back, saying it does not fit, or that you prefer a floss trimming instead of lace, or some such thing, it won’t be finished until the quarter, and then you may pay for both the gowns! Why, in less than two months it will be quarter-day, and you will find yourself in funds again! I see no difficulty.’
The suggestion found no favour with Nell, but since Madame Lavalle had followed up her bill with a polite letter, drawing my lady’s attention to it, and trusting that my lady would find it convenient to defray it within the immediate future, she felt her case to be desperate, and resolved on a course which, disagreeable though it might be, seemed to hold out more promise of success than any scheme Dysart was likely to evolve. She would pay Madame Lavalle a visit, not to bespeak another expensive dress, but to explain with what dignity she could muster that although it was not at all convenient to her to pay the account in the immediate future she would faithfully do so at the end of the following month. That this would dig an uncomfortab
ly large hole in her next quarter’s allowance Nell realized, but decided, with the optimism of youth, that with a little economy she would contrive to scrape through the summer months.
She had been startled to receive Madame’s letter, and shrewd enough to perceive, underlying its smooth civility, a threat; but she was as yet too inexperienced to know that some unusual circumstance must lurk behind it, or that no modiste of high fashion would dream, for the paltry sum of three hundred and thirty guineas, of alienating a patroness of such rich promise as the young Countess of Cardross. But after a very few minutes in Madame Lavalle’s company she learned that the circumstances governing Madame’s action were very unusual indeed. Madame, after a long and lucrative career in Bruton Street, was about to retire from business. She was, in fact, returning to her native land, but this she naturally did not disclose to Lady Cardross, preferring to say with a vagueness at odd variance with her sharp-featured face, with its calculating sloe-eyes and inflexible mouth, that she would henceforward be out of the way of collecting debts. Lady Cardross was certainly an innocente, but even a bride from the schoolroom might wonder how it would be possible for Madame to return to France in time of war. It was possible, if one had money and time to spend on the journey, influential connections to assist one over the obstacles in the path, and, above all, relations well-placed in Paris. From England one might still travel to Denmark, and after that – eh bien, the matter arranged itself!
On the whole Madame had done very well out of her last London Season, but this was now in full swing, her most valued clients had purchased quite as many gowns as they were likely to need, and it was time to close her accounts. She had several bad debts: that went without saying; it was not worth the pain of attempting to recover those losses; but she knew well that although Lady Cardross might be at a temporary standstill her lord was as wealthy a man as might be found, and would certainly pay his wife’s debts. The sense of this she managed to convey to Nell in the most urbane manner conceivable, not an ungenteel word spoken, the sugared smile never deserting her lips.
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