By Birth A Lady Part 11
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"There, hooray! Beaten her!" shouted Nelly, clapping her hands. "I knew what she meant, Miss Bedford. She didn't want you to be on the lawn and come and play; and now she's beaten, and serve her right too!
She's afraid Charley Vining will take more notice of you than he does of her, and I shall tell him."
"My dear Nelly!" exclaimed Ella, with a look of pain on her countenance; when her wild young charge dropped demurely into a seat, and began to devour French irregular verbs at a tremendous rate, working at them thoroughly hard, and, having a very retentive memory, making some progress.
These were Ella's happiest moments; for, in spite of their roughness, the three girls in her charge, one and all, evinced a liking for her; and save at times, when she broke out into a thorough childish fit, Nelly grew hourly more and more womanly under her care. But Ella was somewhat troubled respecting the afternoon's meeting, and would gladly have spent the time in solitude, for it was plain enough that she was to be present solely out of opposition to Laura; and in spite of all her efforts, it seemed that she was to grow daily more distasteful to the dark beauty, who openly showed her dislike before Ella had been in the house a week.
However, the schoolroom studies made very little progress that morning; for before long Mrs Bray entered to give orders respecting dress, sending Nelly into ecstasies as she cast her book aside; and at three o'clock that afternoon, as Laura swept across the lawn to meet some of the coming guests, there was a look of annoyance upon her countenance that was ill-concealed by the smile she wore.
"So absurd!" she had just found time to say to Mrs Bray, "bringing those children and their governess out upon the croquet-ground as if on purpose to annoy people, who are made to give way to humour their schoolroom whims!"
Mrs Bray's reply was a toss of the head, as she turned off to meet her hopeful son Max, who, after pains that deserved a better recompense, now made his appearance dressed for the occasion.
"Just in time, bai Jove!" he drawled; and then he started slightly, for, making a survey of the lawn, he suddenly became aware that Ella Bedford was seated within a few yards with her pupils. "O, here's Miss Bedford!" he exclaimed; "and, let's see, there's Laura; and who are those with her? O, the Ellis people. They don't play. I want to make up a set at once--want another gentleman. Why, there's Charley Vining just coming out of the stable-yard; rode over, I suppose. Perhaps he'll play."
Ella shrank back, and sent an appealing look towards Mrs Bray; but as Max had said Miss Bedford was to play, there was no appeal.
"Perhaps Miss Nelly here would like to take my place?" said Ella.
"O, dear me, no, Miss Bedford! Mr Maximilian selected you as one of the set, and I should not like him to be disappointed," said Mamma Bray.
"You'll play, Vining?" drawled Max.
"Well, no; I don't care about it," said Charley good-humouredly. "I'll make room for some one else."
"Ya-a-as, but we haven't enough without you," said Max. "You might take a mallet, you know, till some one else comes."
"O, very good," said Charley, who had just caught sight of Ella with a mallet in her hand. "I'm ready."
"Then we'll have a game at once before any one else comes. Now then, Laura, here's Charley Vining breaking his heart because you don't come and play on his side. I daresay, though, Miss Bedford and I can get the better of you."
But Max Bray's arrangement for a snug _parti_ of four was upset by fresh arrivals--Hugh Lingon, looking very stout, pink, and warm, with a couple of sisters, both stouter, pinker, and warmer, and a very slim young curate from a neighbouring village, arriving just at the same time.
Then followed a little manoeuvring and arranging; but in spite of brother and sister playing into each other's hands, the game commenced with Max Bray upon the same side as Laura, one of the stout Miss Lingons, and the slim curate; while Charley Vining had Ella under his wing.
Croquet is a very nice amus.e.m.e.nt: not that there is much in the game itself, which is, if anything, rather tame; but it serves as a means for bringing people together--as a vehicle for chatting, flirting, and above all, carrying off the _ennui_ so fond of making its way into social fas.h.i.+onable life. You can help the trusting friend so nicely through hoop after hoop, receiving all the while such prettily-spoken thanks and such sweet smiles; there is such a fine opportunity too, whilst a.s.suming the leaders.h.i.+p and directing, for enabling the young lady to properly hold her mallet for the next blow--arranging the little fingers, and pressing them inadvertently more tightly to the stick; and we have known very enthusiastic amateurs go so far as to kneel down before a lady, and raise one delicate _bottine_, placing it on the player's ball, and holding it firmly while the enemy is croque'd. _Apropos_ of enemies, too, how they can be punished! How a rival can be ignominiously driven here and there, and into all sorts of uncomfortable places--under bushes and behind trees, wired and pegged, and treated in the most cruel manner!
And so it was at the Elms croquet-party. Looking black almost as night, Laura struck at the b.a.l.l.s viciously--a prime new set of Jaques's best-- chipping the edge of her mallet, bruising the b.a.l.l.s, and driving Ella Bedford's "Number 1, blue," at times right off the croquet-ground. Not that it mattered in the least; for in spite of his self-depreciation, Charley Vining was an admirable player, making long shots, and fetching up Ella's unfortunate ball, taking it with him through hoop after hoop, till Laura's eyes flashed, and Max declared, "bai Jove!" he never saw anything like it; when Charley would catch a glimpse of Ella's troubled look, recollect himself, and perform the same acts of kindness for the plump Miss Lingon, to receive in return numberless "O, thank you's!" and "O, how clever's!" and "So much obliged, Mr Vining!" while "that governess," as Laura called her, never once uttered a word of thanks.
As for Hugh Lingon, he was always nowhere; and as he missed his aim again and again, he grew more and more divided in his opinions.
First he declared that the ground was not level; but seeing the good strokes made by others, he retracted that observation, and waited awhile.
"I don't think my ball is quite round, Vining," he exclaimed, after another bad stroke.
"Pooh! nonsense!" laughed Charley. "You didn't try; it was because you didn't want to hit Miss Bray."
"No--no! 'Pon my word, no--'pon my word!" exclaimed Hugh, protesting as he grew more and more pink.
"Did his best, I'd swear--bai Jove, he did!" drawled Max, playing, and sending poor Lingon off the ground.
Then, after a time, Lingon had his turn once more.
"It's not the ball, it's this mallet--it is indeed!" he exclaimed, after an atrocious blow. "Just you look here, Vining: the handle's all on one side."
"Never mind! Try again, my boy," laughed Charley; and soon after he had to bring both his lady partners up again to their hoop, sending Laura's ball away to make room for them, and on the whole treating it rather harshly, Laura's eyes flas.h.i.+ng the while with vexation.
"I like croquet for some things," said Laura's partner, the thin curate, after vainly trying to render her a service; "I but it's a very unchristian-like sort of game--one seems to give all one's love to one's friends, and to keep none for one's enemies."
"O, come, I say," laughed Charley, who seemed to be in high spirits.
"Here's Mr Louther talking about love to Miss Bray!"
"Indeed, I a.s.sure you--" exclaimed the curate.
"But I distinctly heard the word," laughed Charley.
"Was that meant for a witticism?" sneered Laura.
"Wit? no!" said Charley good-humouredly. "I never go in for that sort of thing."
"Bai Jove, Vining! why don't you attend to the ga-a-a-me?" drawled Max, who was suffering from too much of the second Miss Lingon--a young lady who looked upon him as an Adonis.
"Not my turn," said Charley.
"Yes, yes!" said Hugh Lingon innocently. "Miss Bedford wants you to help her along!"
"Of course," sneered Laura. "Such impudence!"
But Charley did not hear her words; for he was already half-way towards poor Ella, who seemed to shrink from him as he approached, and watched with a troubled breast the efforts he made upon her behalf.
"Now it's my turn again," said Hugh. "Now just give me your advice here, Vining. What ought I to do?"
Charley interrupted a remark he was making to Ella Bedford, and pointed out the most advantageous play, when Hugh Lingon raised his mallet, the blow fell, and--he missed.
"Now, did you ever see anything like that?" he exclaimed, appealing to the company.
"Yes, often!" laughed Charley.
"But what can be the reason?" exclaimed Lingon.
"Why, bai Jove! it's because you're such a m.u.f.f, Lingon, bai Jove!"
exclaimed Max.
"I am--I know I am!" said Lingon good-humouredly. "But, you know, I can't help it--can't indeed!"
The game went on with varying interest, Charley in the intervals trying to engage Ella in conversation; but only to find her retiring, almost distant, as from time to time she caught sight of a pair of fierce eyes bent upon her from beneath Laura's frowning brows. But there was a sweetness of disposition beaming from Ella's troubled countenance, and the tokens of a rare intellect in her few words--spoken to endeavour to direct him to seek for others with more conversational power, but with precisely the contrary effect--that seemed to rouse in Sir Philip Vining's son feelings altogether new. He found himself dwelling upon every word, every sweet and musical tone, drinking in each troubled, trembling look, and listening with ill-concealed eagerness even for the words spoken to others.
"Bai Jove!" exclaimed Max at length, angrily to his sister, "what's the matter with that Charley Vining?"
"Don't ask me!" cried Laura pettishly, as she turned from him to listen to and then to snub the slim curate, who, after ten minutes'
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