Tales and Novels Volume I Part 30
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Porett to Angelina: "you know the flower is so like a bee, that at first sight you might easily mistake it." Mrs. Porett, to convince Betty Williams that she had no cause for fear, went on before her into the hall; but Betty still hung back, crying--
"It is a pasket full of pees! I saw the pees with my own eyes."
The noise she made excited the curiosity of the young ladies in the dancing-room: they looked out to see what was the matter.
"Oh, 'tis the wee-wee French prisoner boy, with the bee orchises for us--there, I see him standing in the hall," cried Clara Hope, and instantly she ran, followed by several of her companions, into the hall.
"You see that they are not bees," said Mrs. Porett to Betty Williams, as she took several of the flowers in her hand. Betty, half convinced, yet half afraid, moved a few steps into the hall.
"You have no cause for dread," said Clara Hope; "poor boy, he has nought in his basket that can hurt any body."
Betty Williams's heavy foot was now set upon the train of Clara's gown, and, as the young lady sprang forwards, her gown, which was of thin muslin, was torn so as to excite the commiseration of all her young companions.
"What a terrible rent! and her best gown!" said they. "Poor Clara Hope!"
"Pless us! peg pardon, miss!" cried the awkward, terrified Betty; "peg pardon, miss!"
"Pardon's granted," said Clara; and whilst her companions stretched out her train, deploring the length and breadth of her misfortune, she went on speaking to the little French boy. "Poor wee boy! 'tis a sad thing to be in a strange country, far away from one's ane ane kin and happy hame--poor wee thing," said she, slipping some money into his hand.
"What a heavenly countenance!" thought Angelina, as she looked at Clara Hope: "Oh, that my Araminta may resemble her!"
"Plait il--take vat you vant--tank you," said the little boy, offering to Clara Hope his basket of flowers, and a small box of trinkets, which he held in his hand.
"Here's a many pretty toys--who'll buy?" cried Clara, turning to her companions.
The young ladies crowded round the box and the basket.
"Is he in distress?" said Angelina; "perhaps I can be of some use to him!" and she put her hand into her pocket, to feel for her purse.
"He's a very honest, industrious little boy," said Mrs. Porett, "and he supports his parents by his active ingenuity."
"And, Louis, is your father sick still?" continued Clara Hope to the poor boy.
"Bien malade! bien malade! very sick! very sick!" said he. The unaffected language of real feeling and benevolence is easily understood, and is never ridiculous; even in the broken English of little Louis, and the broad Scotch tone of Clara, it was both intelligible and agreeable.
Angelina had been for some time past feeling in her pocket for her purse.
"'Tis gone--certainly gone!" she exclaimed: "I've lost it! lost my purse! Betty, do you know any thing of it? I had it at Mrs.
Plait's!--What shall I do for this poor little fellow?--This trinket is of gold!" said she, taking from her neck a locket--"Here, my little fellow, I have no money to give you, take this--nay, you must, indeed."
"Tanks! tanks! bread for my poor fader! joy! joy!--too much joy! too much!"
"You see you were wrong to laugh at her," whispered Clara Hope to her companions: "I liked her lukes from the first."
Natural feeling, at this moment, so entirely occupied and satisfied Angelina, that she forgot her sensibility for her unknown friend; and it was not till one of the children observed the lock of hair in her locket that she recollected her accustomed cant of--"_Oh, my Araminta! my amiable Araminta!_ could I part with that hair, more precious than gold?"
"Pless us!" said Betty; "put, if she has lost her purse, who shall pay for the coach, and what will become of our tinners?"
Angelina silenced Betty Williams with peremptory dignity.
Mrs. Porett, who was a good and sensible woman, and who had been interested for our heroine, by her good-nature to the little French boy, followed Miss Warwick as she left the room. "Let me detain you but for a few minutes," said she, opening the door of a little study. "You have nothing to fear from any impertinent curiosity on my part; but, perhaps, I may be of some a.s.sistance to you."--Miss Warwick could not refuse to be detained a few minutes by so friendly a voice.
"Madam, you have mentioned the name of Araminta several times since you came into this house," said Mrs. Porett, with something of embarra.s.sment in her manner, for she was afraid of appearing impertinent. "I know, or at least I knew, a lady who writes under that name, and whose real name is Hodges."
"Oh, a thousand, thousand thanks!" cried Angelina: "tell me, where can I find her?"
"Are you acquainted with her? You seem to be a stranger, young lady, in Bristol. Are you acquainted with Miss Hodges's _whole_ history?"
"Yes, her _whole_ history; every feeling of her soul; every thought of her mind!" cried Angelina, with enthusiasm. "We have corresponded for two years past."
Mrs. Porett smiled. "It is not always possible," said she, "to judge of ladies by their letters. I am not inclined to believe _above half_ what the world says, according to Lord Chesterfield's allowance for scandalous stories; but it may be necessary to warn you, as you seem very young, that--"
"Madam," cried Angelina, "young as I am, I know that superior genius and virtue are the inevitable objects of scandal. It is in vain to detain me further."
"I am truly sorry for it," said Mrs. Porett; "but, perhaps, you will allow me to tell you, that--"
"No, not a word; not a word more will I hear," cried our heroine; and she hurried out of the house, and threw herself into the coach. Mrs.
Porett contrived, however, to make Betty Williams hear, that the most probable means of gaining any intelligence of Miss Hodges, would be to inquire for her at the shop of Mr. Beatson, who was her printer. To Mr.
Beatson's they drove--though Betty professed that she was half unwilling to inquire for Miss Hodges from any one whose name did not begin with a p, and end with a t.
"What a pity it is," said Mrs. Porett, when she returned to her pupils--"what a pity it is that this young lady's friends should permit her to go about in a hackney-coach, with such a strange, vulgar servant girl as that! She is too young to know how quickly, and often how severely, the world judges by appearances. Miss Hope, now we talk of appearances, you forget that your gown is torn, and you do not know, perhaps, that your friend, Lady Frances Somerset--"
"Lady Frances Somerset!" cried Clara Hope--"I love to hear her very name."
"For which reason you interrupt me the moment I mention it--I have a great mind not to tell you--that Lady Frances Somerset has invited you to go to the play with her to-night:--'The Merchant of Venice, and the Adopted Child.'"
"Gude-natured Lady Frances Somerset, I'm sure an' if Clara Hope had been your adopted child twenty times over, you could not have been more kind to her _nor_ you have been.--No, not had she been your are countrywoman, and of your are clan--and all for the same reasons that make some neglect and look down upon her--because Clara is not meikle rich, and is far away from her ane ane friends.--Gude Lady Frances Somerset! Clara Hope luves you in her heart, and she's as blythe wi' the thought o'
ganging to see you as if she were going to dear Inverary."
It is a pity, for the sake of our story, that Miss Warwick did not stay a few minutes longer at Mrs. Porett's, that she might have heard this eulogium on Lady Frances Somerset, and might have, a second time in one day, discovered that she was on the very brink of meeting with the persons she most dreaded to see; but, however temptingly romantic such an incident would have been, we must, according to our duty as faithful historians, deliver a plain unvarnished tale.
Miss Warwick arrived at Mr. Beatson's, and as soon as she had p.r.o.nounced the name of Hodges, the printer called to his devil for a parcel of advertis.e.m.e.nts, which he put into her hand; they were proposals for printing by subscription a new novel--"The Sorrows of Araminta."
"Oh, my Araminta! my amiable Araminta! have I found you at last?--_The Sorrows of Araminta, a novel, in nine volumes_--Oh, charming!--_together with a tragedy on the same plan_--Delightful!--_Subscriptions received at Joseph Beatson's, printer and bookseller; and by Rachael Hodges_--Odious name!--_at Mrs. Bertrand's_."
"_Bartrand!_--There now _you_, do ye hear that? the lady lives at Mrs.
Bartrand's: how will you make out now that Bartrand begins with a p, and ends with a t, now?" said the hackney-coachman to Betty, who was standing at the door.
"Pertrant! why," cried Betty, "what would you have?"
"Silence! O silence!" said Miss Warwick; and she continued reading--"_Subscriptions received at Mrs. Bertrand's_."
"Pertrant, you hear, plockhead, you Irishman!" cried Betty Williams.
"Bartrand--you have no ears, Welshwoman as you are!" retorted Terence O'Grady.
"Subscription two guineas, for the Sorrows of Araminta," continued our heroine; but, looking up, she saw Betty Williams and the hackney-coachman making menacing faces and gestures at one another.
"Fight it out in the pa.s.sage, for Heaven's sake!" said Angelina; "if you must fight, fight out of my sight."
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