The Bramleighs of Bishop's Folly

“Yes. Marion got tired and went in, and Temple went to ask papa about inviting some high and mighty personage who chances to be in our neighborhood.”

“Who is he?”

“Lord Culduff, he called him.”

“Oh! a tremendous swell; an ambassador somewhere. What brings him down here?”

“I forget. Yes! it was something about a mine; he has found tin, or copper, or coal, I don’t remember which, on some property of his here. By the way, Augustus, do you really think George L’Estrange a fool?”

“Think him a fool?”

“I mean,” said she, blushing deeply, “Marion holds his intelligence so cheaply that she is quite shocked at his presuming to be in orders.”

“Well, I don’t think him exactly what Temple calls an esprit fort, but he is a very nice fellow, very companionable, and a thorough gentleman in all respects.”

“How well you have said it, dear Augustus,” said she, with a face beaming with delight. “Where are you off to? Where are you going?”

“I am going to see the yearlings, in the paddock below the river.”

“May I go with you, Gussy?” said she, drawing her arm within his. “I do like a brisk walk with you; and you always go like one with a purpose.”

CHAPTER V. CONFIDENTIAL TALK

Temple found his father in his study, deeply engaged with a mass of papers and letters, and by the worn and fatigued expression of his face showing that he had passed a day of hard work.

“I hope I do not disturb you,” said Temple, as he leaned on the table at which the other was seated.

“Throw that cigar away, and I’ll tell you,” said the old man, with a faint smile. “I never can conquer my aversion to tobacco. What do you want to say? Is it anything we cannot talk over at dinner, or after dinner? – for this post leaves at such an inconvenient hour, it gives me scant time to write.”

“I beg a thousand pardons, sir; but I have just heard that a very distinguished member of our corps – I mean the diplomatic corps – is down in this neighborhood, and I want your permission to ask him over here.”

“Who is he?”

“Lord Culduff.”

“What! that old scamp who ran away with Lady Clifford? I thought he could n’t come to England?”

“Why, sir, he is one of the first men we have. It was he that negotiated the Erzeroum treaty, and I heard Sir Stamford Bolter say he was the only man in England who understood the Sound dues.”

“He ran off with another man’s wife, and I don’t like that.”

“Well, sir, as he didn’t marry her afterwards, it was clear it was only a passing indiscretion.”

“Oh, indeed! that view of it never occurred to me. I suppose, then, it is in this light the corps regards it?”

“I trust so, sir. Where there is no complication there is no loss of character; and as Lord Culduff is received everywhere, and courted in the very best circles, I think it would be somewhat strange if we were to set up to teach the world how it ought to treat him.”

“I have no such pretension. I simply claim the right to choose the people I invite to my house.”

“He may be my chief to-morrow or next day,” said Temple.

“So much the worse for you.”

“Certainly not, sir, if we seize the opportunity to show him some attentions. He is a most high-bred gentleman, and from his abilities, his rank, and his connections, sure to be at the head of the line; and I confess I ‘d be very much ashamed if he were to hear, as he is sure to hear, that I was in his vicinity without my ever having gone to wait on him.”

“Go by all means, then. Wait upon him at once, Temple; but I tell you frankly, I don’t fancy presenting such a man to your sisters.”

“Why, sir, there is not a more unobjectionable man in all England; his manners are the very type of respectful deference towards ladies. He belongs to that old school which professes to be shocked with modern levity, while his whole conversation is a sort of quiet homage.”

“Well, well; how long would he stay, – a week?”

“A couple of days, perhaps, if he came at all. Indeed, I greatly doubt that he would come. They say he is here about some coal-mine they have discovered on his property.”

“What! has he found coal?” cried the old man, eagerly.

“So it is said, sir; or, at least, he hopes so.”

“It’s only lignite. I ‘m certain it’s only lignite. I have been deceived myself twice or thrice, and I don’t believe coal – real coal – exists in this part of Ireland.”

“Of that I can tell you nothing; he, however, will only be too glad to talk the matter over with you.”

“Yes; it is an interesting topic, – very interesting. Snell says that the great carboniferous strata are all in Ireland, but that they lie deep, and demand vast capital to work them. He predicts a great manufacturing prosperity to the country when Manchester and Birmingham will have sunk into ruins. He opines that this lignite is a mere indication of the immense vein of true carbon beneath. But what should this old debauchee know of a great industrial theme! His whole anxiety will be to turn it to some immediate profit. He ‘ll be looking for a loan, you ‘ll see. Mark my words, Temple, he ‘ll want an advance on his colliery.” And he gave one of those rich chuckling laughs which are as peculiar to the moneyed classes as ever a simpering smile was to enamelled beauty.

“I don’t say,” added he, after a moment, “that the scheme may not be a good one, – an excellent one. Sampson says that all manufactures will be transferred to Ireland yet, – that this will be in some future time the great seat of national industry and national wealth. Let your grand friend come then, by all means; there is at least one topic we can talk over together.”

Too happy to risk the success he had obtained by any further discussion, Temple hurried away to give orders for the great man’s reception. There was a small suite of rooms which had been furnished with unusual care and elegance when it was believed that Lady Augusta would have honored Castello with her presence. Indeed, she had so far favored the belief as to design some of the decorations herself, and had photographs taken of the rooms and the furniture, as well as of the views which presented themselves from the windows.

Though these rooms were on the second floor, they were accessible from without by a carriage-drive, which wound gradually up among the terraced gardens to a sort of plateau where a marble fountain stood, with a group of Naiads in the midst, over whom a perpetual spray fell like a veil; the whole surrounded with flowery shrubs and rare plants, sheltered from east and north by a strong belt of trees, and actually imparting to the favored spot the character of a southern climate and country.

As the gardener was careful to replace the exhausted or faded flowers by others in full bloom, and as on every available day he displayed here the richest treasures of his conservatory, there was something singularly beautiful in the contrast of this foreground, glowing in tropical luxuriance, with the massive forest-trees down below, and farther in the distance the stern and rugged lines of the Mourne Mountains, as they frowned on the sea.

Within doors, everything that wealth could contribute to comfort was present, and though there was magnificence in the costly silk of the hangings and the velvety richness of the carpets, the prevailing impression was that it was enjoyment, not splendor, was sought for. There were few pictures, – a Ruysdael over the fireplace in the drawing-room, and two or three Cuyps, – placid scenes of low-lying landscapes, bathed in soft sunsets. The doors were all hidden by heavy curtains, and a sense of voluptuous snugness seemed the spirit of the place.

The keys of this precious suite were in Marion’s keeping, and as she walked through the rooms with Temple, and expatiated on the reckless expenditure bestowed on them, she owned that for any less distinguished guest than the great diplomatist she would never have consented to their being opened. Temple, however, was loud in his praises, went over his high connections and titled relatives, his great services, and the immense reputation they had given him, and, last of all, he spoke of his personal qualities, the charm of his manner, and the captivation of his address, so that finally she became as eager as himself to see this great and gifted man beneath their roof.

During the evening they talked much together of what they should do to entertain their illustrious guest. There was, so to say, no neighborhood, nor any possibility of having people to meet him, and they must, consequently, look to their home resources to amuse him.

“I hope Augustus will be properly attentive,” said Temple.

“I ‘m certain he will. I ‘m more afraid of Nellie, if there be anything strange or peculiar in Lord Culduff’s manner. She never puts any curb on her enjoyment of an oddity, and you’ll certainly have to caution her that her humoristic talents must be kept in abeyance just now.”

“I can trust Lord Culduff’s manner to repress any tendency of this kind. Rely upon it, his courtly urbanity and high tone will protect him from all indiscretions; and Nelly, – I ‘m sorry to say it, Marion, but Nelly is vulgar.”

“She is certainly too familiar on fresh acquaintance. I have told her more than once that you do not always please people by showing you are on good terms with yourself. It is a great misfortune to her that she never was ‘out’ before she came here. One season in town would have done more for her than all our precepts.”

“Particularly as she heeds them so little,” said Temple, snappishly.

“Cannot we manage to have some people to meet Lord Culduff at dinner? Who are the Gages who left their cards?”