Tales and Novels Volume I Part 42
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"Only a dulcimer man, ma'am, playing for the young ladies."
"Did you tell them I was ill, Grace?"
It was the second time Mrs. Harcourt had asked this question. Grace was gratified by this symptom.
"Indeed, ma'am," she replied, "I did make bold to tell Master Herbert, that I was afraid you would hear him jumping and making such an uproar up and down the stairs; but to be sure, I did not say a word to the young ladies--as Mad. de Rosier was by, I thought she knew best."
A gentle knock at the door interrupted Mrs. Grace's charitable animadversions.
"Bless me, if it isn't the young ladies! I'm sure I thought they were gone out in the coach."
As Isabella and Matilda came up to the side of their mother's bed, she said, in a languid voice--
"I hope, Matilda, my dear, you did not stay at home on my account--Is Isabella there? What book has she in her hand?"
"Zeluco, mamma--I thought, perhaps, you would like to hear some more of it--you liked what I read to you the other day."
"But you forget that I have a terrible headache--Pray don't let me detain either of you, if you have any thing to do for Mad. de Rosier."
"Nothing in the world, mamma," said Matilda; "she is gone to take Herbert and Favoretta to Exeter Change."
No farther explanation could take place, for, at this instant, Mrs. Grace introduced Dr. X----. Now Dr. X---- was not one of those complaisant physicians who flatter ladies that they are very ill when they have any desire to excite tender alarm.
After satisfying himself that his patient was not quite so ill as Mrs.
Grace had affected to believe, Dr. X---- insensibly led from medical inquiries to general conversation: he had much playful wit and knowledge of the human heart, mixed with a variety of information, so that he could with happy facility amuse and interest nervous patients, who were beyond the power of the solemn apothecary.
The doctor drew the young ladies into conversation by rallying Isabella upon her simplicity in reading a novel openly in her mother's presence; he observed that she did not follow the example of the famous Serena, in "The Triumphs of Temper." "Zeluco!" he exclaimed, in an ironical tone of disdain: "why not the charming 'Sorrows of Werter,' or some of our fas.h.i.+onable hobgoblin romances?"
Isabella undertook the defence of her book with much enthusiasm--and either her cause, or her defence, was so much to Dr. X.----'s taste, that he gradually gave up his feigned attack.
After the argument was over, and every body, not excepting Mrs.
Harcourt, who had almost forgotten her headache, was pleased with the vanquished doctor, he drew from his pocket-book three or four small cards; they were tickets of admittance to Lady N----'s French reading parties.
Lady N---- was an elderly lady, whose rank made literature fas.h.i.+onable amongst many, who aspired to the honour of being noticed by her. She was esteemed such an excellent judge of manners, abilities, and character, that her approbation was anxiously courted, more especially by mothers who were just introducing their daughters into the world. She was fond of encouraging youthful merit; but she was nice, some thought fastidious, in the choice of her young acquaintance.
Mrs. Harcourt had been very desirous that Isabella and Matilda should be early distinguished by a person, whose approving voice was of so much consequence in fas.h.i.+onable as well as in literary society; and she was highly flattered by Dr. X----'s prophecy, that Isabella would be a great favourite of this "nice judging" lady--"Provided," added he, turning to Isabella, "you have the prudence not to be always, as you have been this morning, victorious in argument."
"I think," said Mrs. Harcourt--after the doctor had taken his leave--"I think I am much better--ring for Grace, and I will get up."
"Mamma," said Matilda, "if you will give me leave, I will give my ticket for the reading party to Mad. de Rosier, because, I am sure, it is an entertainment she will like particularly--and, you know, she confines herself so much with us--"
"I do not wish her to confine herself _so_ much, my dear, I am sure," said Mrs. Harcourt, coldly, for, at this instant, Grace's representations of the morning's music and dancing, and some remains of her former jealousy of Mad. de Rosier's influence over her children's affections, operated upon her mind. Pride prevented her from explaining herself further to Isabella or Matilda--and though they saw that she was displeased, they had no idea of the reason. As she was dressing, Mrs.
Harcourt conversed with them about the books they were reading. Matilda was reading Hogarth's a.n.a.lysis of Beauty; and she gave a distinct account of his theory.
Mrs. Harcourt, when she perceived her daughter's rapid improvement, felt a mixture of joy and sorrow.
"My dears," said she, "you will all of you be much superior to your mother--but girls were educated, in my days, quite in a different style from what they are now."
"Ah! there were no Mad. de Rosiers then," said Matilda, innocently.
"What sort of a woman was your mother, mamma?" said Isabella, "my grandmother, mamma?"
"She--she was a very good woman."
"Was she sensible?" said Isabella.
"Matilda, my dear," said Mrs. Harcourt, "I wish you would see if Mad.
de Rosier has returned--I should be very glad to speak with her, for one moment, if she be not engaged."
Under the veil of politeness, Mrs. Harcourt concealed her real feelings, and declaring to Mad. de Rosier that she did not feel in spirits, or sufficiently well, to go out that evening, she requested that Mad. de Rosier would go, in her stead, to a dinner, where she knew her company would be particularly acceptable.--"You will trust me, will you, with your pupils for one evening?" added Mrs. Harcourt.
The tone and manner in which she p.r.o.nounced these words revealed the real state of her mind to Mad. de Rosier, who immediately complied with her wishes.
Conscious of this lady's quick penetration, Mrs. Harcourt was abashed by this ready compliance, and she blamed herself for feelings which she could not suppress.
"I am sorry that you were not at home this morning," she continued, in a hurried manner--"you would have been delighted with Dr. X----; he is one of the most entertaining men I am acquainted with--and you would have been vastly proud of your pupil there," pointing to Isabella; "I a.s.sure you, she pleased me extremely."
In the evening, after Mad. de Rosier's departure, Mrs. Harcourt was not quite so happy as she had expected. They who have only seen children in picturesque situations, are not aware how much the duration of this domestic happiness depends upon those who have the care of them. People who, with the greatest abilities and the most anxious affection, are unexperienced in education, should not be surprised or mortified if their first attempts be not attended with success. Mrs. Harcourt thought that she was doing what was very useful in hearing Herbert read; he read with tolerable fluency, but he stopped at the end of almost every sentence to weigh the exact sense of the words. In this habit he had been indulged, or rather encouraged, by his preceptress; but his simple questions, and his desire to have every word precisely explained, were far from amusing to one who was little accustomed to the difficulties and misapprehensions of a young reader.
Herbert was reading a pa.s.sage, which Mad. de Rosier had marked for him, in Xenophon's Cyropaedia. With her explanations, it might have been intelligible to him. Herbert read the account of Cyrus's judgment upon the two boys, who had quarrelled about their great and little coats, much to his mother's satisfaction, because he had understood every word of it, except the word _const.i.tuted_.
"_Const.i.tuted judge_--what does that mean, mamma?"
"Made a judge, my dear: go on."
"I saw a judge once, mamma, in a great wig--had Cyrus a wig, when he was con--const!--made a judge?"
Isabella and Mrs. Harcourt laughed at this question; and they endeavoured to explain the difference between a Persian and an English judge.
Herbert with some difficulty separated the ideas, which he had so firmly a.s.sociated, of a judge and a great wig; and when he had, or thought he had, an abstract notion of a judge, he obeyed his mother's repeated injunctions of "Go on--go on." He went on, after observing that what came next was not marked by Mad. de Rosier for him to read.
Cyrus's mother says to him: _"Child, the same things are not accounted just with your grandfather here, and yonder in Persia."_ At this sentence Herbert made a dead stop; and, after pondering for some time, said, "I don't understand what Cyrus's mother meant--what does she mean by _accounted just_?--_Accounted_, Matilda, I thought meant only about casting up sums?"
"It has another meaning, my dear," Matilda mildly began.
"Oh, for Heaven's sake, spare me!" exclaimed Mrs. Harcourt; "do not let me hear all the meanings of all the words in the English language.
Herbert may look for the words that he does not understand, in the dictionary, when he has done reading. Go on, now, pray; for," added she, looking at her watch, "you have been half an hour reading half a page: this would tire the patience of Job."
Herbert, perceiving that his mother was displeased, began in the same instant to be frightened; he hurried on as fast as he could, without understanding one word more of what he was reading; his precipitation was worse than his slowness: he stumbled over the words, missed syllables, missed lines, made the most incomprehensible nonsense of the whole; till, at length, Mrs. Harcourt shut the book in despair, and soon afterward despatched Herbert, who was also in despair, to bed. At this catastrophe, Favoretta looked very grave, and a general gloom seemed to overspread the company.
Mrs. Harcourt was mortified at the silence that prevailed, and made several ineffectual attempts to revive the freedom and gaiety of conversation:--"Ah!" said she to herself, "I knew it would be so;--they cannot be happy without Mad. de Rosier."
Isabella had taken up a book. "Cannot you read for our entertainment, Isabella, my dear, as well as for your own?" said her mother: "I a.s.sure you, I am as much interested always in what you read to me, as Mad. de Rosier herself can be."
"I was just looking, mamma, for some lines, that we read the other day, which Mad. de Rosier said she was sure you would like. Can you find them, Matilda? You know Mad. de Rosier said that mamma would like them, because she has been at the opera."
"I have been at a great many operas," said Mrs. Harcourt, dryly; "but I like other things as well as operas--and I cannot precisely guess what you mean by _the_ opera--has it no name?"
"Medea and Jason, ma'am."
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