The Tale of Chloe Part 6
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'I have?' said the beau: it had been his endeavour to inspire it, and he swelled somewhat, rather with relief at the thought of his possessing a power to control his delicate charge, than with our vanity; yet would it be audacious to say that there was not a dose of the latter. He was a very human man; and he had, as we have seen, his ideas of the effect of the impression of fear upon the hearts of women. Something, in any case, caused him to forget the cavalier.
They were drawn to the three preceding them, by a lively dissension between Chloe and Mr. Camwell.
d.u.c.h.ess Susan explained it in her blunt style: 'She wants him to go away home, and he says he will, if she'll give him that double skein of silk she swings about, and she says she won't, let him ask as long as he pleases; so he says he sha'n't go, and I'm sure I don't see why he should; and she says he may stay, but he sha'n't have her necklace, she calls it. So Mr. Camwell s.n.a.t.c.hes, and Chloe fires up. Gracious, can't she frown!--at him. She never frowns at anybody but him.'
Caseldy attempted persuasion on Mr. Camwell's behalf. With his mouth at Chloe's ear, he said, 'Give it; let the poor fellow have his memento; despatch him with it.'
'I can hear! and that is really kind,' exclaimed d.u.c.h.ess Susan.
'Rather a missy-missy schoolgirl sort of necklace,' Mr. Beamish observed; 'but he might have it, without the dismissal, for I cannot consent to lose Alonzo. No, madam,' he nodded at the d.u.c.h.ess.
Caseldy continued his whisper: 'You can't think of wearing a thing like that about your neck?'
'Indeed,' said Chloe, 'I think of it.'
'Why, what fas.h.i.+on have you over here?'
'It is not yet a fas.h.i.+on,' she said.
'A silken circlet will not well become any precious pendant that I know of.'
'A bag of dust is not a very precious pendant,' she said.
'Oh, a memento mori!' cried he.
And she answered, 'Yes.'
He rallied her for her superst.i.tion, pursuing, 'Surely, my love, 'tis a cheap riddance of a pestilent, intrusive jaloux. Whip it into his hands for a mittimus.'
'Does his presence distress you?' she asked.
'I will own that to be always having the fellow d.o.g.g.i.ng us, with his dejected leer, is not agreeable. He watches us now, because my lips are close by your cheek. He should be absent; he is one too many. Speed him on his voyage with the souvenir he asks for.'
'I keep it for a journey of my own, which I may have to take,' said Chloe.
'With me?'
'You will follow; you cannot help following me, Caseldy.'
He speculated on her front. She was tenderly smiling. 'You are happy, Chloe?'
'I have never known such happiness,' she said. The brilliancy of her eyes confirmed it.
He glanced over at d.u.c.h.ess Susan, who was like a sunflower in the sun.
His glance lingered a moment. Her abundant and glowing young charms were the richest fascination an eye like his could dwell on. 'That is right,'
said he. 'We will be perfectly happy till the month ends. And after it?
But get us rid of Monsieur le Jeune; toss him that trifle; I spare him that. 'Twill be bliss to him, at the cost of a bit of silk thread to us.
Besides, if we keep him to cure him of his pa.s.sion here, might it not be --these boys veer suddenly, like the winds of Albion, from one fair object to t' other--at the cost of the precious and simple lady you are guarding? I merely hint. These two affect one another, as though it could be. She speaks of him. It shall be as you please, but a trifle like that, my Chloe, to be rid of a green eye!'
'You much wish him gone?' she said.
He shrugged. 'The fellow is in our way.'
'You think him a little perilous for my innocent lady?'
'Candidly, I do.'
She stretched the half-plaited silken rope in her two hands to try the strength of it, made a second knot, and consigned it to her pocket.
At once she wore her liveliest playfellow air, in which character no one was so enchanting as Chloe could be, for she became the comrade of men without forfeit of her station among sage sweet ladies, and was like a well-mannered sparkling boy, to whom his admiring seniors have given the lead in sallies, whims, and fights; but pleasanter than a boy, the soft hues of her s.e.x toned her frolic spirit; she seemed her s.e.x's deputy, to tell the coa.r.s.er where they could meet, as on a bridge above the torrent separating them, gaily for interchange of the best of either, unfired and untempted by fire, yet with all the elements which make fire burn to animate their hearts.
'Lucky the man who wins for himself that life-long cordial!' Mr. Beamish said to d.u.c.h.ess Susan.
She had small comprehension of metaphorical phrases, but she was quick at reading faces; and comparing the enthusiasm on the face of the beau with Caseldy's look of troubled wonderment and regret, she pitied the lover conscious of not having the larger share of his mistress's affections.
When presently he looked at her, the tender-hearted woman could have cried for very compa.s.sion, so sensible did he show himself of Chloe's preference of the other.
CHAPTER VI
That evening d.u.c.h.ess Susan played at the Pharaoh table and lost eight hundred pounds, through desperation at the loss of twenty. After encouraging her to proceed to this extremity, Caseldy checked her. He was conducting her out of the Play room when a couple of young squires of the Shepster order, and primed with wine, intercepted her to present their condolences, which they performed with exaggerated gestures, intended for broad mimicry of the courtliness imported from the Continent, and a very dulcet harping on the popular variations of her Christian name, not forgetting her singular t.i.tle, 'my lovely, lovely Dewlap!'
She was excited and stunned by her immediate experience in the transfer of money, and she said, 'I 'm sure I don't know what you want.'
'Yes!' cried they, striking their bosoms as guitars, and attempting the posture of the thrummer on the instrument; 'she knows. She does know.
Handsome Susie knows what we want.' And one e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, mellifluously, 'Oh!' and the other 'Ah!' in flagrant derision of the foreign ways they produced in boorish burlesque--a self-consolatory and a common trick of the boor.
Caseldy was behind. He pushed forward and bowed to them. 'Sirs, will you mention to me what you want?'
He said it with a look that meant steel. It cooled them sufficiently to let him place the d.u.c.h.ess under the protectors.h.i.+p of Mr. Beamish, then entering from another room with Chloe; whereupon the pair of rustic bucks retired to reinvigorate their valiant blood.
Mr. Beamish had seen that there was cause for grat.i.tude to Caseldy, to whom he said, 'She has lost?' and he seemed satisfied on hearing the amount of the loss, and commissioned Caseldy to escort the ladies to their lodgings at once, observing, 'Adieu, Count!'
'You will find my foreign t.i.tle of use to you here, after a bout or two,'
was the reply.
'No bouts, if possibly to be avoided; though I perceive how the flavour of your counts.h.i.+p may spread a wholesome alarm among our rurals, who will readily have at you with fists, but relish not the tricky cold weapon.'
Mr. Beamish haughtily bowed the d.u.c.h.ess away.
Caseldy seized the opportunity while handing her into her sedan to say, 'We will try the fortune-teller for a lucky day to have our revenge.'
She answered: 'Oh, don't talk to me about playing again ever; I'm nigh on a clean pocket, and never knew such a sinful place as this. I feel I've tumbled into a ditch. And there's Mr. Beamish, all top when he bows to me. You're keeping Chloe waiting, sir.'
'Where was she while we were at the table?'
'Sure she was with Mr. Beamish.'
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