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And that was what Lady Castlewood's look said to Fanny. βAre you going to try your tricks upon him now?β
She made Harry a very low curtsey, and he blushed, and they both stopped dancing, somewhat disconcerted. Lady Maria rose from the harpsichord and walked away.
βNay, go on dancing, young people! Don't let me spoil sport, and let me play for you,β said the Countess; and she sate down to the instrument and played.
βI don't know how to dance,β says Harry, hanging his head down, with a blush that the Countess's finest carmine could not equal.
βAnd Fanny was teaching you? Go on teaching him, dearest Fanny!β
βGo on, do!β says William, with a sidelong growl.
βIβI had rather not show off my awkwardness in company,β adds Harry, recovering himself. βWhen I know how to dance a minuet, be sure I will ask my cousin to walk one with me.β
βThat will be very soon, dear Cousin Warrington, I am certain,β remarks the Countess, with her most gracious air.
βWhat game is she hunting now?β thinks Mr. William to himself, who cannot penetrate his mother's ways; and that lady, fondly calling her daughter to her elbow, leaves the room.
They are no sooner in the tapestried passage leading away to their own apartment, but Lady Castlewood's bland tone entirely changes. βYou booby!β she begins to her adored Fanny. βYou double idiot! What are you going to do with the Huron? You don't want to marry a creature like that, and be a squaw in a wigwam?β
βDon't, mamma!β gasps Lady Fanny. Mamma was pinching her ladyship's arm black-and-blue. βI am sure our cousin is very well,β Fanny whimpers, βand you said so yourself.β
βVery well! Yes; and heir to a swamp, a negro, a log-cabin and a barrel of tobacco! My Lady Frances Esmond, do you remember what your ladyship's rank is, and what your name is, and who was your ladyship's mother, when, at three days' acquaintance, you commence dancingβa pretty dance, indeedβwith this brat out of Virginia?β
βMr. Warrington is our cousin,β pleads Lady Fanny.
βA creature come from nobody knows where is not your cousin! How do we know he is your cousin? He may be a valet who has taken his master's portmanteau, and run away in his postchaise.β
βBut Madame de Bernstein says he is our cousin,β interposes Fanny; βand he is the image of the Esmonds.β
βMadame de Bernstein has her likes and dislikes, takes up people and forgets people; and she chooses to profess a mighty fancy for this young man. Because she likes him to-day, is that any reason why she should like him to-morrow? Before company, and in your aunt's presence, your ladyship will please to be as civil to him as necessary; but, in private, I forbid you to see him or encourage him.β
βI don't care, madam, whether your ladyship forbids me or not!β cries out Lady Fanny, wrought up to a pitch of revolt.
βVery good, Fanny! then I speak to my lord, and we return to Kensington. If I can't bring you to reason, your brother will.β
At this juncture the conversation between mother and daughter stopped, or Madame de Bernstein's informer had no further means of hearing or reporting it.
It was only in after days that she told Harry Warrington a part of what she knew. At present he but saw that his kinsfolks received him not unkindly. Lady Castlewood was perfectly civil to him; the young ladies pleasant and pleased; my Lord Castlewood, a man of cold and haughty demeanour, was not more reserved towards Harry than to any of the rest of the family; Mr. William was ready to drink with him, to ride with him, to go to races with him, and to play cards with him. When he proposed to go away, they one and all pressed him to stay. Madame de Bernstein did not tell him how it arose that he was the object of such eager hospitality. He did not know what schemes he was serving or disarranging, whose or what anger he was creating. He fancied he was welcome because those around him were his kinsmen, and never thought that those could be his enemies out of whose cup he was drinking, and whose hand he was pressing every night and morning.
CHAPTER XV. A Sunday at Castlewood
The second day after Harry's arrival at Castlewood was a Sunday. The chapel appertaining to the castle was the village church. A door from the house communicated with a great state pew which the family occupied, and here after due time they all took their places in order, whilst a rather numerous congregation from the village filled the seats below. A few ancient dusty banners hung from the church roof; and Harry pleased himself in imagining that they had been borne by retainers of his family in the Commonwealth wars, in which, as he knew well, his ancestors had taken a loyal and distinguished part. Within the altar-rails was the effigy of the Esmond of the time of King James the First, the common forefather of all the group assembled in the family pew. Madame de Bernstein, in her quality of Bishop's widow, never failed in attendance, and conducted her devotions with a gravity almost as exemplary as that of the ancestor yonder, in his square beard and red gown, for ever kneeling on his stone hassock before his great marble desk and book, under his emblazoned shield of arms. The clergyman, a tall, high-coloured, handsome young man, read the service in a lively, agreeable voice, giving almost a dramatic point to the chapters of Scripture which he read. The music was goodβone of the young ladies of the family touching the organβand would have been better but for an interruption and something like a burst of laughter from the servants' pew, which was occasioned by Mr. Warrington's lacquey Gumbo, who, knowing the air given out for the psalm, began to sing it in a voice so exceedingly loud and sweet, that the whole congregation turned towards the African warbler; the parson himself put his handkerchief to his mouth, and the liveried gentlemen from London were astonished out of all propriety. Pleased, perhaps, with the sensation which he had created, Mr. Gumbo continued his performance until it became almost a solo, and the voice of the clerk himself was silenced. For the truth is, that though Gumbo held on to the book, along with pretty Molly, the porter's daughter, who had been the first to welcome the strangers to Castlewood, he sang and recited by ear and not by note, and could not read a syllable of the verses in the book before him.
This choral performance over, a brief sermon in due course followed, which, indeed, Harry thought a deal too short. In a lively, familiar, striking discourse the clergyman described a scene of which he had been witness the previous weekβthe execution of a horse-stealer after Assizes. He described the man and his previous good character, his family, the love they bore one another, and his agony at parting from them. He depicted the execution in a manner startling, terrible, and picturesque. He did not introduce into his
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