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“they show us into such a bad pew mind about these things, I know. Just at Millby - just where there is a the same sort of thing happened to me draught from that door. I caught a at the Princess Wengstein's one day, stiff neck the first time I went on a pink satin. I was in an agony. there."
But you are so indifferent to dress ; “O, it is the cold in the pulpit that and well you may be. It is you who affects me, not the cold in the pew. make dress pretty, and not dress I was writing to my friend Lady that makes you pretty.” Porter this morning, and telling her Alice, the buxom lady’s-maid, wearall about my feelings. She and I ing a much better dress than Mrs think alike on such matters. She is Barton's
, now appeared to take Mr most anxious that when Sir William Bridmain's place in retrieving the has an opportunity of giving away mischief, and after a great amount of the living at their place, Dippley, supplementary rubbing, composure they should have a thoroughly zeal- was restored, and the business of ous clerer man there. I have been dining was continued. describing a certain friend of mine to When John was recounting his her, who, I think, would be just to accident to the cook in the kitchen, her mind. And there is such a he observed, “ Mrs Barton's pretty rectory, Milly; shouldn't I hamable woman; I'd a deal sooner like to see you the mistress of it ?" ha' throwed the gravy_o'er the
Milly smiled and blushed slightly. Countess's fine gownd. But laws ! The Rer. Amos blushed very red, what tantrums she'd ha' been in arter and gave a little embarrassed laugh the visitors was gone." he could rarely keep his muscles You'd a deal sooner not ha' within the limits of a smile.
throwed it down at all, I should At this moment John, the man- think,” responded the unsympathetic serrant, approached Mrs Barton with cook, to whom John did not make * gurr-tureen, and also with a love. “Who d'you think’s to mek Sirkt diour of the cow-shed, which gravy, anuff, if you're to baste ir adhered to him throughout people's gownd's wi' it ?” di mer functions,
John was "Well," suggested John humbly, tar merrous, and the Countess
you should wet the bottom of the Apying to speak to him at this duree a bit, to hold it from slippin'." yarate moment, the tureen
"Wet your granny!” returned the and emptied itself on Mrs cook; a retort which she probably As wir-turned black silk. regarded in the light of a reductio ad ** Antoor! Tell Alice to come absurdum, and which in fact reduced
rub Mrs Barton's dress,” John to silence. When Wintess to the trembling Later on in the evening, while John his will abstaining from ap- was removing the tea-things from
the gravy-sprinkled spot the drawing-room, and brushing the
with her own lilac silk. crumbs from the table-cloth with an e Nduain, who had a accompanying hiss, such as he was it will le interest in silks, wont to encourage himself with in
w jumped up and rubbing down Mr Bridmain's horse, Yonimda huo wakin at once to Mrs the Rev. Amos Barton drew from
his pocket a thin green - covered atle inward anguish, pamphlet, and, presenting it to the ' and tried to make Countess, said ik her for the sake of
“You were pleased, I think, with loot went whers The Countess my sermon on Christmas Day. It 's a whenual that her own
has been printed in The Pulpit, and as well with Wal teraped, but threw I thought you might like a copy.' the eventions of distress
“ That indeed I shall. I shall
quite value the opportunity of readesite shat you are," she ing that sermon. There was such mois Wiwid laughed, and sug- depth in it !- such argument! It
Cavern haber silk was not very was not a serinon to be heard only
seu; "you don't become generally known, as it will
be, now it is printed in The Pul- create interesting vicissitudes in the pit.
game, by taking long - meditated “Yes,” said Milly, innocently, “I moves with their knights, and subwas so pleased with the editor's sequently discovering that they have letter.” And she drew out her little thereby exposed their queen. pocket - book, where she carefully Chess is a silent game ; and the treasured the editorial autograph, Countess's chat with Milly is in while Mr Barton laughed and blush- quite an under-tone-probably reed, and said, “Nonsense, Milly!” lating to women's matters that it
You see,” she said, giving the would be impertinent for us to listen letter to the Countess," I am very to; so we will leave Camp Villa, and proud of the praise my husband gets" proceed to Millby Vicarage, where
The sermon in question, by the Mr Farquhar has sat out two other by, was an extremely argumentative guests with whom he has been one on the Incarnation ; which, as dining at Mr Ely's, and is now it was preached to a congregation rather wearying that reverend gennot one of whom had any doubt of tleman by his protracted small-talk. that doctrine, and to whom the Mr Ely was a tall, dark-haired, Socinians therein confuted were distinguished-looking man of threeas unknown as the Arimaspians, and-thirty. By the laity of Millby was exceedingly, well adapted to and its neighbourhood he was retrouble and confuse the Shepper- garded as a man of quite remarkable tonian mind.
powers and learning, who must “Ah,” said the Countess, return- make a considerable sensation in ing the editor's letter," he may well London pulpits and drawing-rooms say he will be glad of other sermons on his occasional visits to the metrofrom the same source. But I would polis; and by his brother clergy he rather you should publish your was regarded as a discreet and agreesermons in an independent volume, able fellow. Mr Ely never got into a Mr Barton; it would be so desirable warm discussion; he suggested what to have them in that shape. For might be thought, but rarely said instance, I could send a copy to the what he thought himself; he never Dean of Radbrough. And there is let either men or women see that he Lord Blarney, whom I knew before was laughing at them, and he never he was chancellor. I was a special gave any one an opportunity of favourite of his, and you can't think laughing at him. In one thing only what sweet things he used to say to he was injudicious. He parted his me. I shall not resist the temptation dark wavy hair down the middle; to write to him one of these days and as his head was rather flat than sans façon, and tell him how he otherwise, that style of coiffure was ought to dispose of the next vacant not advantageous to him. living in his gift."
Mr Farquhar, though not a parWhether Jet the spaniel, being a ishioner of Mr Ély's, was one of his much more knowing dog than was warmest admirers, and thought he suspected, wished to express his dis- would make an unexceptionable sonapproval of the Countess's last speech, in-law, in spite of his being of no paras not accordant with his ideas of ticular" family.” Mr Farquhar was wisdom and veracity, I cannot say; susceptible on the point of blood," but at this moment he jumped off his own circulating fluid, which her lap, and turning his back upon animated a short and somewhat her, placed one paw on the fender, flabby person, being, he considered, and held the other up to warm, as if of very superior quality, affecting to abstract himself from the “Bỹ thé by," he said, with a cercurrent of conversation.
tain pomposity counteracted by a But now Mr Bridmain brought lisp," what an ath Barton makth of out the chess-board, and Mr Barton himthelf
, about that Bridmain and the accepted his challenge to play a Counteth, ath she callth herthelf. game, with immense satisfaction. After you were gone the other evenThe Rev. Amos was very fond of ing, Mithith Farquhar wath telling chess, as most people are who can him the general opinion about them continue through many years to in the neighbourhood, and he got quite red and angry. Bleth your thoul, quhar, "and why should thuch he believth the whole thtory about people come here, unleth they had her Polish huthband and hith wonder- particular reathonth for preferring fulethcapeth ; and ath for her—why, à neighbourhood where they are he thinkth her perfection, a woman not known? Pooh! it lookth bad of'motht refined feelingth, and no end on the very fathe of it. You called of thtuft."
on them, now; how did you find Mr Ely smiled. “Some people them ?" would say our friend Barton was “O!—Mr Bridmain strikes me as a not the best judge of refinement. common sort of man, who is making Perhaps the lady flatters him a little, an effort to seem wise and well-bred. and we men are susceptible. Shé He comes down on one tremendously goes to Shepperton church every with political information, and seems Sunday-drawn there, let us suppose, knowing about the king of the French. by Mr Barton's eloquence."
The Countess is certainly a handsome “ Pshaw," said * Mr Farquhar: woman, but she puts on the grand air “Now to my mind, you have only to a little too powerfully. Woodcock look at that woman to thee what she was immensely taken with her, and ith-throwing her eyth about when insisted on his wife's calling on her, she comth into church, and drething in and asking her to dinner ; but I a way to attract attention. I should think Mrs Woodcock turned restive thay, she'th tired of her brother after the first visit, and wouldn't inBridmain, and looking out for vite her again.” another brother with a thtronger “Ha, ha! Woodcock hath alwayth family likeneth. Mithith Farquhar a thoft place in hith heart for a ith very fond of Mithith Barton, and pretty fathe. It-'th odd how he came ith quite dithtrethed that she should to marry that plain woman, and no athothiate with thuch a woman, tho fortune either. she attacked him on the thubject pur- “Mysteries of the tender passion,”. pothly. But I tell her it'th of no said Mr Ely. “I am not initiated uthe, with a pig-headed fellow like yet, you know." him. Barton 'th well-ineaning enough, Here Mr Farquhar's carriage was but tho contheited. I've left off giving announced, and as we have not him my advithe.”
found his conversation particularly Mr Ely smiled inwardly and said brilliant under the stimulus of Mr to himself,“What a punishment !” Ely's exceptional presence, we will But to Mr Farquhar he said, “ Bar- not accompany him home to the less ton might be more judicious, it must exciting atmosphere of domestic life. be confessed.” He was getting tired, Mr Ely threw himself with a sense and did not want to develop thé of relief into his easiest chair, set his subject.
feet on the hobs, and in this attitude "Why, nobody vithit-th them but of bachelor enjoyment began to read the Bartonth,” continued Mr Far- Bishop Jebb's Memoirs.
I am by no means sure that if the into all the circumstances that would good people of Millby had known the oblige you to modify that opinion. truth about the Countess Czerlaski, Besides, think of all the virtuous they would not have been consider- declamation, all the penetrating obably disappointed to find that it was servation, which had been built up very far from being as bad as they entirely on the fundamental position imagined Nice distinctions are that the Countess was a very objectroublesome. It is so much easier to tionable person indeed, and which say that a thing is black, than to dis- would be utterly overturned and criminate the particular shade of nullified by the destruction of that brown, blue, or green, to which it premiss. Mrs Phipps, the banker's really belongs. It is so much easier to wife, and Mrs Landor, the attorney's make up your mind that your neigh- wife, had invested part of their repubour is good for nothing, than to enter tation for acuteness in the supposition that Mr Bridmain was not the there seemed little probability that he Countess's brother. Moreover, Miss would ever get his neck loose. Still, Phipps was conscious that if the a bachelor's heart is an outlying fortCountess was not a disreputable per- ress that some fair enemy may any son, she, Miss Phipps, had no com- day take either by storm or stratapensating superiority in virtue to set gem; and there was always the posagainst the other lady's manifest sibility that Mr Bridmain's first nupsuperiority in personal charms. Miss tials might occur before the Countess Phipps's stumpy figure and unsuc- was quite sure of her second. As it cessful attire, instead of looking down was, however, he submitted to all his from a mount of virtue with an sister's caprices, never grumbled beauréole round its head, would then cause her dress and her maid formed be seen on the same level and in the a considerable item beyond her own same light as the Countess Czerlas- little income of sixty pounds per anki's Diana-like form and well-chosen num, and consented to lead with her drapery. Miss Phipps, for her part, a migratory life, as personages on the didn't like dressing foreffect-she had debatable ground between aristoalways avoided that style of appear- cracy and commonalty, instead of ance, which was calculated to create settling in some spot where his five a sensation.
hundred a-year might have won him Then what amusing inuendoes of the definite dignity of a parochial the Millby gentlemen over their wine magnate. would be entirely frustrated and re- The Countess had her views in duced to nought, if you had told them choosing a quiet provincial place like that the Countess had really been Millby. After three years of widowguilty of no misdemeanours which hood, she had brought her feelings to need exclude her from strictly re- contemplate giving a successor to her spectable society; that her husband lamented Czerlaski, whose fine whishad been the veritable Count Czer- kers, fine air, and romantic fortunes laski, who had had wonderful es- had won her heart ten years ago, capes, as she said, and who, as she when, as pretty Caroline Bridmain, did not say, but as was said in cer- in the full bloom of five-and-twenty, tain circulars once folded by her fair she was governess to Lady Porter's hands, had subsequently given danc- daughters, whom he initiated into the ing lessons in the metropolis ; that mysteries of the pas de bas, and the Mr Bridmain was neither more nor lancers' quadrilles. She had had less than her half-brother, who, by seven years of sufficiently happy maunimpeached integrity and industry, trimony with Czerlaski, who had had won a partnership in a silk-ma- taken her to Paris and Germany, and nufactory, and thereby a moderate introduced her there to many of his fortune, that enabled him to retire, old friends with large titles and small as you see, to study politics, the fortunes. So that the fair Caroline weather, and the art of conversation, had had considerable experience of at his leisure. Mr Bridmain, in fact, life, and had gathered therefrom, not, quadragenarian bachelor as he was, indeed, any very ripe and comprehenfelt extremely well pleased to receive sive wisdom, but much external polhis sister in her widowhood, and to ish, and certain practical conclusions shine in the reflected light of her of a very decided kind. One of these beauty and title. Every man who is conclusions was, that there were not a monster, a mathematician, or a things more solid in life than fine mad philosopher, is the slave of some whiskers and a title, and that, in acwoman or other. Mr Bridmain had cepting a second husband, she would put his neck under the yoke of his regard these items as quite subordihandsome sister, and ough his soul nate to a carriage and a settlement. was a very little one-of the smallest Now she had ascertained, by tentadescription indeed - he would not tive residences, that the kind of bite have ventured to call it his own. He she was angling for was difficult to might be slightly recalcitrant now be met with at watering places, which and then, as is the habit of long- were already preoccupied with abuneared pachyderms, under the thong dance of angling beauties, and were of the fair Countess's tongue ; but chiefly stocked with men whose whiskers might be dyed, and whose in- a sneer. A woman always knows comes were still more problematic; so where she is utterly powerless, and she had determined on trying a neigh- shuns a coldly satirical eye as she bonrhood where people were ex- would shun a gorgon. And she was tremely well acquainted with each especially eager for clerical notice other's attain, and where the women and friendship, not merely because were nestly ill-irassed and ugly. Mr that is quite the most respectable Naimsin's slow brain had adopted countenance to be obtained in society, his sister's views and it seemed to but because she really cared about him that a woman so handsome and religious matters, and had an uneasy sinished as the Countess must sense that she was not altogether pamer make a match that might safe in that quarter. She had serious he dieself into the region of county intentions of becoming quite pious, bertaris and give him at least a sort without any reserves- 3- when she had
westship to the quarter-sessions. once got her carriage and settlement.
4 shis which was the simple Let us do this one sly trick, says th, wrth have seemed extremely Ulysses to Neoptolemus, and we will
e fu the grassips of Millby, who had be perfectly honest ever afterBκές Η ελeir minds to something αλλ' ηδύ γάρ τοι κτημα της νίκης λαβειν Bash air exciting. There was n0- τόλμα: δίκαιοι δ' αύθις έκφανούμεθα. th her so very detestable. It is or the countess was a little vain, The Countess did not quote Sophocles,
little ambitious, a little selfish, a but she said to herself, “ Only this hele shallow and frivolous, a little little bit of pretence and vanity, and
* to white lies. But who con- then I will be quite good, and make der such slight blemishes, such myself quite safe for another world.”
al pimples as these, disqualifi- And as she had by no means such te for entering into the most fine taste and insight in theological potahle society? Indeed, the teaching as in costume, the Rev.
A ladies in Millby would have Amos Barton seemed to her a man Deputetly aware that these char- not only of learning-that is always soferinting would have created no understood with a clergyman—but of wae distinction between the Coun- much power as a spiritual director. frat Caerlaski and themselves ; and As for Milly, the Countess really since it was clear there was a wide loved her as well as the preoccupied tinction why, it must lie in the state of her affections would allow.
Wion of some vices from which For you have already perceived that They were undeniably free.
there was one being to whom the Hence it came to pass, that Millby Countess was absorbingly devoted, retability refused to recognise and to whose desires she made the countess Czerlaski, in spite of everything else subservient-namely, her assiduons church-going, and the Caroline Czerlaski, née Bridmain. deep dingust she was known to have Thus there was really not much pod at the extreme paucity of affectation in her sweet speeches and the congregations on Ash-Wednes- attentions to Mr and Mrs Barton.
So she began to feel that Still, their friendship by no means she had miscalculatod the advantages adequately represented the object she of a neighbourhood where people are had in view when she came to Millby, well acquainted with each other's and it had been for soine time clear private attairs. Under these circum- to her that she must suggest a new fauces, you will imagine how wel change of residence to her brother. come was the perfect credence and The thing we look forward to often admiration sho' met with from Mr comes to pass, but never precisely in and Mrs Barton,
She had been the way we have imagined to ourespecially irritated by Mr Ely's be- selves. The Countess did actually haviour to her ; she felt sure that he leave Camp Villa before many months was not in the least struck with her
were past, but under circumstances beauty, that he quizzed her conver- which had not at all entered into her sation, and that he spoke of her with contemplation.
(To be continued.)