Shaded by a broad-leaved black hat, and with a braid of her dark auburn hair accidentally fallen on her shoulder, Mary Martin sat patting the head of the wire-haired greyhound who had reared himself to her side, a study for Landseer himself. Scarcely above a minute had elapsed, when several servants were seen running towards her, whose hurried air betrayed that they had only just risen from bed.
Youre all very late to-day, cried the young lady. You should have been in the stables an hour ago. Where s Brand?
He s gone into the fair, miss, with a lot of hoggets, said a little old fellow with a rabbit-skin cap, and a most unmistakable groom formation about the knees and ankles.
Look to the mare, Barny, said she, jumping off; and remind me, if I forget it, to fine you all, for not having fed and watered before six oclock. Yes, I ll do it; I said so once before, and you ll see I ll keep my word. Is it because my uncle goes a few weeks to the seaside, that you are to neglect your duty? Hackett, I shall want to see the colts presently; go round to the straw-yard and wait till I come; and, Graft, let us have a look at the garden, for my aunt is quite provoked at the flowers you have been sending her lately.
All this was said rapidly, and in a tone that evidently was not meant to admit of reply; and the gardener led the way, key in hand, very much with the air of a felon going to conviction. He was a Northern Irishman, however, and possessed the Scotch-like habits of prudent reserve that never wasted a word in a bad cause. And thus he suffered himself to be soundly rated upon various short-comings in his department, celery that wanted landing; asparagus grown to the consistence of a walking-cane; branches of fruit-trees breaking under their weight of produce; and even weed-grown walks, all were there, and upon all was he arraigned.
The old story, of course, Graft, said she, slapping her foot impatiently with her riding-whip, you have too few people in the garden; but my remedy will be to lessen their number. Now mark me. My uncle is coming home on Wednesday next, just so a full month earlier than you expected, and if the garden be not in perfect order, if I find one of these things I have complained of to-day
But, my leddy, this is the season when, what wi sellin the fruit, and what wi the new shoots
I ll have it done, that s all, Mr. Graft; and you ll have one man less to do it with. I ll go over the hothouse after breakfast, said she, smiling to herself at the satisfaction with which he evidently heard this short reprieve. Nor was he himself more anxious to escape censure than was she to throw off the ungracious office of inflicting it.
And now for old Catty Broon, and a good breakfast to put me in better temper, said she to herself, as she entered the castle and wended her way to the housekeepers room.
May I never; but I thought it was a dream when I heard your voice outside, said old Catty, as she welcomed her young mistress with heartfelt delight; but when I saw them runnin here and runnin there, I said, sure enough, shes come in earnest.
Quite true, Catty, said Mary, laughing. I surprised the garrison, and found them, I must say, in most sorry discipline; but never mind, they ll have everything to rights by Wednesday, when we are all coming back again.
Was the bathing any use to my Lady, miss? asked Catty, but in a tone that combined a kind of half drollery with earnest.
Shes better and worse, Catty; better in health, and scarcely as good-humored; but, there s a good old soul, let me have breakfast, for I have a great deal to do before I ride back.
But sure you are not goin to ride back to Kilkieran to-day?
That am I, Catty, and up to Kyles Wood and the new plantations before I go. Why, its only fifteen miles, old lady!
Faix, you re your fathers daughter all over, said Catty, with a look first at her, and then at a water-colored sketch which occupied a place over the chimney, and represented a fair-haired, handsome boy of about ten years of age.
Was that ever like papa? asked the girl.
Tis his born image, it is, said Catty; and her eyes swam with tears as she turned away.
Well, to my thinking he is far better-looking in that picture! said Mary, pointing with her whip to a colored drawing of a showily dressed dragoon officer, reining in his charger, and seeming to eye with considerable disdain the open mouth of a cannon in front of him.
Ah, then, the other was more himself! sighed Catty; and more natral too, with the long hair on his neck and that roguish laugh in his eye.
And neither are very like that! said Mary, pointing to a third portrait, which represented a swarthy horseman with a wide sombrero and a jacket all braided and buttoned in Mexican fashion, a rifle at his back, and a long lance in his hand, with the heavy coil of a lasso at his saddle-peak.
Arrah, that aint a bit like him, said the old woman, querulously, for all that he said that it was.
Mary arose at the words, and perused aloud some lines which were written at the foot of the picture, and which many and many a time before she had conned over and repeated. They ran thus: Aye, Catty, though you wont believe it, that rough-looking old rider, all bearded and sunburned, is your own wild Barry of former days; and for all that the world has done, wonderfully little altered in the core, though the crust is not very like that cherry-cheeked boy that used to, and mayhap still may, hang over your fireplace. Guastalla, May, 1808.
And has he not written since that? sighed the girl, over whom the dark shadow of orphanhood passed as she spoke.
Twice only: the first of the two spoke of his coming home again; but somehow he seemed to be put off it, and the next letter was all about you, as if he did nt mean to come back! My Lady and Master Barry never was fond of each other, muttered the old woman, after a pause, and as though giving an explanation to some problem that she was working within her own head.
But my uncle loved him, broke in Mary.
And why wouldnt he? War nt they twins? There was only a few minutes between them, long enough to make one a rich man, and leave the other only his own wits and the wide world for a fortune! Ayeh, ayeh! grumbled out the old crone, if they were both born poor, they d be livin together like brothers now, under the one roof, happy and comfortable; and you and your cousin, Master Dick, would be playfellows and companions, instead of his being away in Ingia, or America, or wherever it is!
The young girl leaned her head on her hand, and appeared to have fallen into a deep train of thought; for she never noticed old Cattys remarks, nor, indeed, seemed conscious of her presence for some time. Catty, said she, at length, and in a voice of unusually calm earnestness, never talk to me of these things; they only fret me; they set me a thinking of Heaven knows what longings, for a home that should be more like a real home than this, though God knows my uncle is all that I could wish in kindness and affection; but but
She stopped, and her lip quivered, and her eyes grew heavy-looking; and then, with a kind of struggle against her emotions, she added gayly, Come and show me the dairy, Catty. I want to see all those fine things in Wedgewood-ware that you got while we were away, and then we ll have a peep at the calves, and by that time it will be the hour for my levee.