Volume Iii Part 10 (1/2)

”At two, dearest.”

”What ice is this, Collins? Pine? Oh! it's pretty good; as well as one can expect in this remote corner of the earth. There, I feel better now.”

Mr. Collins obsequiously held her ice-plate. ”Will you dance to-night?”

he asked, leaning over her.

”Why--I think I will take a few turns when the waltzing begins,” she replied.

The Mazourka finished, Margaret went to claim her bouquet of Mr. Gage; but to her dismay, she found him leaning against the pillar in profound thought, and the floor quite strewn with the delicate leaves of her blush roses. He started on seeing her; seemed rather confused, a most unusual thing for him, and began to attempt some apology for his depredations.

He could only hope that Miss Capel would not again leave him to the mercy of his own reflections, now that she saw how badly he employed his leisure. He scarcely knew how to palliate his offence, for he was aware of the importance of a lady's bouquet.

Margaret, smiling archly, received the remains of her bouquet with a very good grace, and said that she suspected Mr. Gage had a better right to dispose of the flowers than she had.

He replied by a gracious bow and smile, and begged her with much humility to allow him to conduct her to the refreshment room.

There they found Harriet and the Spanish Count, standing eating ice and wafers. Harriet laughing and talking, the Conde keeping his eyes fixed upon her with that watchful admiration, that is very nearly allied to a more tender feeling.

Harriet turned quickly round to Margaret, leaned close to her ear, and exclaimed:

”My dear Margaret, such a discovery! Did you notice a large woman, superbly dressed, who came in during the Mazourka?”

”Yes,” replied Margaret.

”Mrs. Maxwell Dorset, my dear!” said Harriet enforcing her words with a tap of her fan.

Margaret's face expressed, in a slight degree, her unspeakable surprise at this piece of news.

”A fact, my dear,” resumed Harriet. ”I am going to ask George to introduce me to her.”

Margaret caught her friend by the arm as she was pressing forward.

”Harriet! you cannot be in earnest,” she exclaimed, ”you must be jesting--such a character. I am sure no friend of yours would present you.”

”What a very innocent little soul!” said Harriet, drawing back, with a touch of scorn in her voice. ”The lady's character is as fair as yours or mine. You may impeach her taste, Margaret, but not her virtue, for there stands her guarantee--her husband, good easy man! She merely takes presents of value from her admirers, instead of bouquets, like you and I. 'Men's eyes were made to gaze,' _ma mie_, and a beautiful woman may be admired, I hope, without being sent to Coventry for the offence.”

”But after all that has past, Harriet,” said Margaret, imploringly, ”indeed, it would be very wrong to ask Mr. Gage.”

”My dear, let 'bygones be bygones,'” said Harriet with an air of decision. ”I wish Mr. Gage you would introduce me to that lady opposite--Mrs. Maxwell Dorset. I have a great inclination to become acquainted with her.” Harriet spoke with unusual suavity of manner.

Mr. Gage raised his eyebrows and looked at her for a moment with astonishment, and then without losing his self-possession, as she had hoped, he replied that he very much regretted it was entirely out of his power to comply with Miss Conway's request.

Harriet's eyes flashed fire; she turned away and went back to the ball-room, where she directly engaged Margaret to dance with the Conde de F---- who was still in attendance upon her, and then after looking round on every side for some means of annoyance, she said calmly as if to herself, ”I shall dance with Sir Hawarth Fane when he comes to ask me.”

Mr. Gage, who well knew that this speech was pointed at him, remarked coldly, that he believed he had heard Sir Evan express a very decided opinion upon that subject.

Harriet looking every moment more resolute, repeated, ”I shall dance with Sir Hawarth Fane.”

Now the fact was, that Sir Hawarth Fane was one of the worst characters in the county, but he was a single man of large property, and therefore very well received in most families. He had given some decided proofs of admiration for Harriet; but Sir Evan had always required her to receive them as coldly as possible. Even Mr. Singleton had often begged her ”for G.o.d's sake never to dance with that fellow Hawarth Fane.”