The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852 Part 23
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"My friend," said he, "the heritage would pa.s.s to my son--a dowry only goes to the daughter."
"But you have no son."
"Hus.h.!.+ I am going to have one; my Jemima informed me of it yesterday morning; and it was upon that information that I resolved to speak to Leslie. Am I a simpleton now?"
"Going to have a son," repeated Harley, looking very bewildered; "how do you know it is to be a son?"
"Physiologists are agreed," said the sage positively, "that where the husband is much older than the wife, and there has been a long interval without children before she condescends to increase the population of the world--she (that is, it is at least as nine to four)--she brings into the world a male. I consider that point, therefore, as settled, according to the calculations of statistics and the researches of naturalists."
Harley could not help laughing, though he was still angry and disturbed.
"The same man as ever; always the fool of philosophy."
"_Cospetto!_" said Riccabocca, "I am rather the philosopher of fools.
And talking of that, shall I present you to my Jemima?"
"Yes; but in turn I must present you to one who remembers with grat.i.tude your kindness, and whom your philosophy, for a wonder, has not ruined.
Some time or other you must explain that to me. Excuse me for a moment; I will go for him."
"For him;--for whom? In my position I must be cautious; and--"
"I will answer for his faith and discretion. Meanwhile, order dinner, and let me and my friend stay to share it."
"Dinner? _Corpo di Bacco!_--not that Bacchus can help us here. What will Jemima say?"
"Henpecked man, settle that with your connubial tyrant. But dinner it must be."
I leave the reader to imagine the delight of Leonard at seeing once more Riccabocca unchanged, and Violante so improved; and the kind Jemima, too. And their wonder at him and his history, his books and his fame. He narrated his struggles and adventures with a simplicity that removed from a story so personal the character of egotism. But when he came to speak of Helen, he was brief and reserved.
Violante would have questioned more closely; but, to Leonard's relief, Harley interposed.
"You shall see her whom he speaks of, before long, and question her yourself."
With these words, Harley turned the young man's narrative into new directions; and Leonard's words again flowed freely. Thus the evening pa.s.sed away, happily to all save Riccabocca. But the thought of his dead wife rose ever and anon before him; and yet when it did, and became too painful, he crept nearer to Jemima, and looked in her simple face, and pressed her cordial hand. And yet the monster had implied to Harley that his comforter was a fool--so she was, to love so contemptible a slanderer of herself, and her s.e.x.
Violante was in a state of blissful excitement; she could not a.n.a.lyze her own joy. But her conversation was chiefly with Leonard; and the most silent of all was Harley. He sat listening to Leonard's warm, yet unpretending eloquence--that eloquence which flows so naturally from genius, when thoroughly at its ease, and not chilled back on itself by hard, unsympathizing hearers--listened, yet more charmed, to the sentiments less profound, yet no less earnest--sentiments so feminine, yet so n.o.ble, with which Violante's fresh virgin heart responded to the poet's kindling soul. Those sentiments of hers were so unlike all he heard in the common world--so akin to himself in his gone youth!
Occasionally--at some high thought of her own, or some lofty line from Italian song, that she cited with lighted eyes and in melodious accents--occasionally he reared his knightly head, and his lips quivered, as if he had heard the sound of a trumpet. The inertness of long years was shaken. The Heroic, that lay deep beneath all the humors of his temperament, was reached, appealed to; and stirred within him, rousing up all the bright a.s.sociations connected with it, and long dormant. When he rose to take leave, surprised at the lateness of the hour, Harley said, in a tone that bespoke the sincerity of the compliment, "I thank you for the happiest hours I have known for years." His eye dwelt on Violante as he spoke. But timidity returned to her with his words--at his look; and it was no longer the inspired muse, but the bashful girl that stood before him.
"And when shall I see you again?" asked Riccabocca disconsolately, following his guest to the door.
"When? Why, of course, to-morrow. Adieu! my friend. No wonder you have borne your exile so patiently,--with such a child!"
He took Leonard's arm, and walked with him to the inn where he had left his horse. Leonard spoke of Violante with enthusiasm. Harley was silent.
CHAPTER III.
The next day a somewhat old-fas.h.i.+oned, but exceedingly patrician, equipage stopped at Riccabocca's garden-gate. Giacomo, who, from a bedroom window, had caught sight of it winding towards the house, was seized with undefinable terror when he beheld it pause before their walls and heard the shrill summons at the portal. He rushed into his master's presence, and implored him not to stir--not to allow any one to give ingress to the enemies the machine might disgorge. "I have heard,"
said he, "how a town in Italy--I think it was Bologna--was once taken and given to the sword, by incautiously admitting a wooden horse, full of the troops of Barbarossa, and all manner of bombs and Congreve rockets."
"The story is differently told in Virgil," quoth Riccabocca, peeping out of the window. "Nevertheless, the machine looks very large and suspicious; unloose Pompey."
"Father," said Violante, coloring, "it is your friend, Lord L'Estrange; I hear his voice."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite. How can I be mistaken?"
"Go, then, Giacomo; but take Pompey with thee--and give the alarm if we are deceived."
But Violante was right; and in a few moments Lord L'Estrange was seen walking up the garden, and giving the arm to two ladies.
"Ah," said Riccabocca, composing his dressing-robe round him, "go, my child, and summon Jemima. Man to man; but, for Heaven's sake, woman to woman."
Harley had brought his mother and Helen, in compliment to the ladies of his friend's household.
The proud Countess knew that she was in the presence of Adversity, and her salute to Riccabocca was only less respectful than that with which she would have rendered homage to her sovereign. But Riccabocca, always gallant to the s.e.x that he pretended to despise, was not to be outdone in ceremony; and the bow which replied to the curtsey would have edified the rising generation, and delighted such surviving relicts of the old Court breeding as may linger yet amidst the gloomy pomp of the Faubourg St. Germain. These dues paid to etiquette, the Countess briefly introduced Helen, as Miss Digby, and seated herself near the exile. In a few moments the two elder personages became quite at home with each other; and really, perhaps, Riccabocca had never, since we have known him, showed to such advantage as by the side of his polished, but somewhat formal visitor. Both had lived so little with our modern, ill-bred age! They took out their manners of a former race with a sort of pride in airing once more such fine lace and superb brocade.
Riccabocca gave truce to the shrewd but homely wisdom of his proverbs--perhaps he remembered that Lord Chesterfield denounces proverbs as vulgar;--and gaunt though his figure, and far from elegant though his dressing-robe, there was that about him which spoke undeniably of the _grand seigneur_--of one to whom a Marquis de Dangeau would have offered a _fauteuil_ by the side of the Rohans and Montmorencies.
Meanwhile, Helen and Harley seated themselves a little apart, and were both silent--the first from timidity; the second, from abstraction. At length the door opened, and Harley suddenly sprang to his feet--Violante and Jemima entered. Lady Lansmere's eyes first rested on the daughter, and she could scarcely refrain from an exclamation of admiring surprise; but then, when she caught sight of Mrs. Riccabocca's somewhat humble, yet not obsequious mien--looking a little shy, a little homely, yet still thoroughly a gentlewoman, (though of your plain rural kind of that genus)--she turned from the daughter, and with the _savoir vivre_ of the fine old school, paid her first respects to the wife; respects literally, for her manner implied respect,--but it was more kind, simple, and cordial than the respect she had shown to Riccabocca;--as the sage himself had said, here "it was Woman to Woman." And then she took Violante's hand in both hers, and gazed on her as if she could not resist the pleasure of contemplating so much beauty. "My son," she said softly, and with a half sigh--"my son in vain told me not to be surprised. This is the first time I have ever known reality exceed description!"
Violante's blush here made her still more beautiful; and as the Countess returned to Riccabocca, she stole gently to Helen's side.
"Miss Digby, my ward," said Harley pointedly, observing that his mother had neglected her duty of presenting Helen to the ladies. He then reseated himself, and conversed with Mrs. Riccabocca; but his bright quick eye glanced ever at the two girls. They were about the same age--and youth was all that, to the superficial eye, they seemed to have in common. A greater contrast could not well be conceived; and, what is strange, both gained by it. Violante's brilliant lovelieness seemed yet more dazzling, and Helen's fair gentle face yet more winning. Neither had mixed much with girls of her own age; each took to the other at first sight. Violante, as the less shy, began the conversation.
"You are his ward--Lord L'Estrange's?"
"Yes."
"Perhaps you came with him from Italy?"
"No, not exactly. But I have been in Italy for some years."
"Ah! you regret--nay, I am foolish--you return to your native land. But the skies in Italy are so blue--here it seems as if nature wanted colors."
"Lord L'Estrange says that you were very young when you left Italy; you remember it well. He, too, prefers Italy to England."
"He! Impossible!"
"Why impossible, fair skeptic?" cried Harley, interrupting himself in the midst of a speech to Jemima.
Violante had not dreamed that she could be overheard--she was speaking low; but, though visibly embarra.s.sed, she answered distinctly--
"Because in England there is the n.o.blest career for n.o.ble minds."
Harley was startled, and replied with a slight sigh, "At your age I should have said as you do. But this England of ours is so crowded with n.o.ble minds, that they only jostle each other, and the career is one cloud of dust."
"So, I have read, seems a battle to the common soldier, but not to the chief."
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