Volume Ii Part 15 (1/2)
This scheme so effectually cheered her spirits, that when Agnes returned home in the evening she had no reason whatever to suspect that her aunt had anything particularly disagreeable upon her mind, ... for she only called her a fool twice, and threatened to send her upon the stage three times.
CHAPTER IX.
MAJOR ALLEN PAYS A VISIT AT BATH PRODUCTIVE OF IMPORTANT RESULTS.--SYMPATHY BETWEEN HIMSELF AND THE WIDOW BARNABY.--EXCHANGE IS NO ROBBERY.--VALEDICTORY COMPLIMENTS.
The adventures of Major Allen have no connexion with this narrative, excepting as far as the widow Barnaby is concerned, and therefore with his business at Bath, or anything he did there, we have nothing to do beyond recording about ten minutes' conversation which he chanced to have with one individual of a party with whom he pa.s.sed the evening after his arrival.
Among the many men of various ages who were accustomed to meet together wherever those who live by their wits were likely to prosper, there was on this occasion one young man who had but recently evinced the bad ambition of belonging to the set. Major Allen had never seen him before; but hearing him named as a famous fine fellow who was likely to do them honour, he scrupled not to converse with perfect freedom before him. The most interesting thing he had to record since the party last met, was the history of his engagement with the widow Barnaby, whom he very complacently described as extremely handsome, pa.s.sionately in love with him, and possessed of a n.o.ble fortune both in money and land.
The Nestor of the party asked him with very friendly anxiety if he had been careful to ascertain what the property really was, as it was no uncommon thing for handsome widows to appear richer than they were.
”Thank you for nothing, most sage conjuror,” replied the gay Major; ”age has not thinned my flowing hair; but I'm not such a greenhorn neither as to walk blindfold. In the first place, the lady is sister-in-law to old Peters, one of the wealthiest of turtle-eaters, and it was from one of his daughters that I learned the real state of her affairs,--an authority that may be the better depended on, because, though they receive her as a sister, and all that, it is quite evident that they are by no means very fond of her.... In fact, they are rather a stiff-backed generation, whereas my widow is as gay as a lark.”
”Is she a Bristol woman?” inquired one of the party.
”No, she is from Devons.h.i.+re,” was the reply. ”The name of her place is '_Silverton Park_.'”
”Silverton in Devons.h.i.+re?” said the young stranger. ”May I ask the lady's name, sir?”
”Her name is Barnaby,” replied Major Allen briskly; ”do you happen to know anything about her?”
”The widow Barnaby of Silverton?... Oh! to be sure I do, and a fine woman she is too,--no doubt of it. She is the widow of our apothecary.”
”The widow of an apothecary?... No such thing, sir; you mistake altogether,” replied the Major. ”Do you happen to know such a place as Silverton Park?”
”I never heard of such a park, sir; but I know Silverton well enough,”
said the young man, ”and I know her house, or what was her house, as well as I know my own father's, which is at no great distance from it neither. And I know the shop and the bow-window belonging to it, and a very pretty decent dwelling-house it is.”
Major Allen grew fidgety; he wanted to hear more, but did not approve the publicity of the conversation, and contrived at the moment to put a stop to it, but contrived also to make an appointment with his new acquaintance to breakfast together on the following morning; and before their allowance of tea and toast was dispatched, Major Allen was not only fully disenchanted respecting Silverton Park, and the four beautiful greys, but quite _au fait_ of the reputation for running up bills which his charmer had enjoyed previous to her marriage with the worthy apothecary.
It was this latter portion of the discourse which completed the extinction of the Major's pa.s.sion, and this so entirely, that he permitted himself not to inquire, as he easily might have done, into the actual state of the widow's finances; but, feeling himself on the edge of a very frightful precipice, he ran off in the contrary direction too fast to see if there were any safe mode of descending without a tumble. It may indeed be doubted whether the snug little property actually in possession of his Juno, would have been sufficient for his honourable ambition, even had he been as sure of her having and holding it, as she was herself; for, to say the truth, he rated his own price in the matrimonial market rather highly,--had great faith in the power of his height and fas.h.i.+onable _tournure_, and confidence unbounded in his large eyes and _collier Grec_. It is true, indeed, that he had failed more than once, and that too ”when the fair cause of all his pain” had given him great reason to believe that she admired him much; nevertheless, his self-approval was in no degree lessened thereby, nor was it likely to be, so long as he could oil and trim his redundant whiskers without discovering a grey hair in them.
In short, what with his well-sustained value for himself, and his much depreciated value for the widow, he left Bath boiling with rage at the deception practised upon him, and arrived at Clifton determined to trust to his skill for obtaining a peaceable rest.i.tution of the promise of marriage, without driving his Juno to any measures that might draw upon them the observation of the public, a tribunal before which he was by no means desirous of appearing.
The state of Mrs. Barnaby's mind respecting this same promise of marriage has already been described, wherefore it may be perceived that when Major Allen made his next morning visit at Sion Row, a much greater degree of sympathy existed between himself and the widow than either imagined. It was in the tactics of both, however, to meet without any appearance of diminished tenderness; and when he entered with the smile that had so often gladdened her fond heart, she stretched out a hand to welcome him with such softness of aspect as made the deluded gentleman tremble to think how difficult a task lay before him.
Neither was Mrs. Barnaby's heart at all more at ease. Who could doubt the sincerity of the ardent pressure with which that hand was held?...
Who could have thought that while gazing upon her in silence that seemed to indicate feelings too strong for words, he was occupied solely in meditating how best he could get rid of her for ever?
The conversation was preluded by a pretty, well-sustained pa.s.sage of affectionate inquiries concerning the period of absence, and then the Major e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed ... ”Yes, my sweet friend!... I have been well in health, ... but it is inconceivable what fancies a man truly in love finds to torment himself!”... Whilst the widow mentally answered him,...
”Perhaps you were afraid I might see your friend Maintry stuck up in the pillory, or peeping at me through the county prison windows;” ... but aloud she only said with a smile a little forced,... ”What fancies, Major?”
”I am almost afraid to tell you,” he replied; ”you will think me so weak, so capricious!”
This word _capricious_ sounded pleasantly to the widow's ears ... it seemed to hint at some change--some infidelity that might make her task an easier one than she expected, and a.s.suming an air of gaiety, she said,--
”Nay ... if such be the case, speak out without a shadow of reserve, Major Allen; for I a.s.sure you there is nothing in the world I admire so much as sincerity.”
”Sincerity!” muttered the half entrapped fortune hunter aside....