Volume Ii Part 24 (1/2)
And so she ran on till she fell asleep ... but her words fell like rain on a water-proof umbrella; they made a noise, but they could not reach the head which they seemed destined to deluge. Agnes was wrapped in armour of proof, and nothing could do her harm.
Happily for her, one of the facetious Lord Mucklebury's modes of extracting amus.e.m.e.nt from the widow was by writing her notes, which elicited answers that often threw him into a perfect ecstasy, and which he carefully preserved in an envelope endorsed ”Barnaby Papers,” lodging them in a corner of his writing-desk, from whence they were not unfrequently drawn for the delectation of his particular friends. One of these notes, intended to produce an answer that should add a gem to his collection, was delivered to Mrs. Barnaby as she pa.s.sed from the breakfast-table of the boarding-house to her own sitting-room. The emotions produced by these notes were always very powerful, and on the present occasion more so than ordinary, for there were apologies for not appearing last night, and hopes for an interview that morning, which were to be answered instantly, for the servant waited.
Mrs. Barnaby, panting with haste and gladness, seated herself at her table, opened her writing-desk, seized a pen, and was in the very act of venturing the words ”My dear Lord,” when Agnes drew near, and said, ”May I go out, aunt, to call on Lady Elizabeth?”
”Gracious Heaven!... what a moment to torment me! Go!... go where you will ... plague of my life as you are! Get along at once, can't you?”
Agnes vanished,--a Barnaby paper was written; and while the niece was enjoying three hours of the most flattering and delightful intercourse with the nearest relations of Colonel Hubert, the aunt, with a degree of felicity hardly less perfect, was receiving a _tete-a-tete_ visit from Lord Mucklebury, in which he as carefully studied her looks, att.i.tudes, and words, as if their effect on him were all she believed them to be.
Nor did either interview pa.s.s without producing some important results.
His lords.h.i.+p carried away with him wherewithal to keep half-a-dozen of his friends who dined with him on that day in a continued roar for nearly an hour.... Mrs. Barnaby was left with a sweet a.s.surance that all was going well, which led to the purchase of a richly-laced mantelet and a new bonnet ... while Agnes, inspired by so strong a wish to please as to make her follow the lead of her new friends, and converse with them of all her little history just as they wished to make her, created in them both an interest too strong to be ever forgotten, and she left them with a confidence in their kindness that made her endure much subsequent suffering with firmness; for it was long ere she wholly lost the hope that they might meet again in future years.
During the next fortnight this agreeable intercourse was very frequently repeated; for there were few hours of the day in which Mrs. Barnaby was not in some way or other so occupied by the sentiment that engrossed her, either by the presence of its object, or the antic.i.p.ation of his presence, or meditation upon it when it was pa.s.sed, that she was well pleased to have Agnes out of the way; and Lady Elizabeth and her charming niece were, on the contrary, so well pleased to have her, that scarcely a day pa.s.sed without some hours of it being devoted to them.
Lady Stephenson in particular seemed to study her character with peculiar attention. There was a fond devotion in the grat.i.tude which their kindness had produced that could not be mistaken, and which, from one so artless and so every way interesting, could not fail of producing affection in return. From such a friend it was impossible for Agnes to conceal, even if she had wished it, that her home was a very wretched one; and they often conversed together on the possibility of her releasing herself from it by endeavouring to obtain some sort of independence by her own exertions. Lady Elizabeth was repeatedly a party in these consultations, but uniformly gave it as her opinion that any home was better for such a girl as Agnes, than an attempt to support herself, which must inevitably expose her to a degree of observation more dangerous than any annoyance from her aunt Barnaby. Agnes by no means clearly understood the grounds upon which this st.u.r.dy opposition to her wishes was founded; and as Lady Stephenson, who seemed more able to sympathise with her actual sufferings, listened without venturing to answer these mysterious threatenings of something remote, she at length took courage herself and said, ...
”Will you tell me, dear Lady Elizabeth, what it is you think would happen to me if I went into a family as a governess?”
”You are a little fool, Agnes,” replied the old lady, unable to repress a smile; ”but as I do really believe that your ignorance is genuine, I will tell you.... Don't be frightened, my poor child; but the fact is, that you are a great deal too handsome for any such situation.”
Agnes blushed instantly a most celestial rosy red, and felt shocked and ashamed at having drawn forth such an answer; but, though she said nothing in reply, she at once decided that Lady Elizabeth Norris should never have reason to believe that she was capable of neglecting her friendly caution. All hopes from her power of teaching ended for ever, and the next time her aunt Barnaby was particularly cross (which happened that night while they were undressing to go to bed) Agnes very seriously began to revolve in her altered mind the possibility of learning so late in life the profitable mystery of satin-st.i.tch.
Once, and once only, during the many hours Agnes pa.s.sed with his relations, did she venture to p.r.o.nounce the name of Colonel Hubert. She had often determined to do it, but had never found courage and opportunity till one morning, after an hour or two pa.s.sed in singing duets with his sister, Lady Elizabeth again alluded to the _Clifton miss_ that her nephew had so vaunted, and whose voice must, she was sure, be so immeasurably inferior to that of Miss Willoughby.
It was under cover of this observation that Agnes ventured to say, ...
”I knew Colonel Hubert a little when I was at Clifton.”
”Did you?”... said the old lady briskly; ”then I'll bet my life he heard you sing.”
”Once or twice he did.”
”Oh! hah!... that explains it all.... You need not blush so about it, my dear; why did you not tell me so at once?”
”I do not think it is quite certain,” returned Agnes, attempting to smile, ”that Colonel Hubert spoke of me.”
”Don't you, my dear ... but I do, and I know him best, I suppose.... And what was it you sang to him, Agnes?”
Agnes mentioned the songs; but her voice trembled so, that she grievously repented having brought on herself questions that she found it so difficult to answer.
Her embarra.s.sment was not greatly relieved by perceiving,--when at length she looked up to save herself from the awkwardness of pertinaciously looking down,--that the eyes of Lady Stephenson were earnestly fixed upon her.
”Did you ever see Frederick Stephenson with my brother?” said her ladys.h.i.+p; ”they were at Clifton together this summer.... Perhaps you don't know that I was married there, Agnes?... and Sir Edward and I left our two brothers there together.”