Doctor Feeder followed the direction of his eyes and after a moment understood his allusion. Little Jackson Lemon passed, on his big horse, along the avenue again, riding beside one of the bright creatures who had come that way shortly before under escort of Lord Canterville. His lordship followed in conversation with the other, his younger daughter. As they advanced Jackson Lemon turned his eyes to the multitude under the trees, and it so happened that they rested on the Dexter Freers. He smiled, he raised his hat with all possible friendliness, and his three companions turned to see whom he so frankly greeted. As he settled his hat on his head he espied the young man from Cincinnati, whom he had at first overlooked; whereupon he laughed for the luck of it and waved Sidney Feeder an airy salutation with his hand, reining in a little at the same time just for an instant, as if he half-expected this apparition to come and speak to him. Seeing him with strangers, none the less, Sidney Feeder hung back, staring a little as he rode away.
It is open to us to know that at this moment the young lady by whose side he was riding put him the free question: Who are those people you bowed to?
Some old friends of mineAmericans, said Jackson Lemon.
Of course theyre Americans; theres nothing anywhere but Americans now.
Oh yes, our turns coming round! laughed the young man.
But that doesnt say who they are, his companion continued. Its so difficult to say who Americans are, she added before he had time to answer her.
Dexter Freer and his wifetheres nothing difficult about that. Every one knows them, Jackson explained.
I never heard of them, said the English girl.
Ah, thats your fault and your misfortune. I assure you everybody knows them.
And does everybody know the little man with the fat face to whom you kissed your hand?
I didnt kiss my hand, but I would if I had thought of it. Hes a great chum of minea fellow-student at Vienna.
And whats his name?
Doctor Feeder.
Jackson Lemons companion had a dandling pause. Are all your friends doctors?
Nosome of them are in other businesses.
Are they all in some business?
Most of themsave two or three like Dexter Freer.
Dexter Freer? I thought you said Doctor Freer.
The young man gave a laugh. You heard me wrong. Youve got doctors on the brain, Lady Barb.
Im rather glad, said Lady Barb, giving the rein to her horse, who bounded away.
Well yes, shes very handsome, the reason, Doctor Feeder remarked as he sat under the trees.
Is he going to marry her? Mrs. Freer inquired.
Marry her? I hope not.
Why do you hope not?
Because I know nothing about her. I want to know something about the woman that man marries.
I suppose youd like him to marry in Cincinnati, Mrs. Freer not unadventurously threw out.
Well, Im not particular where it is; but I want to know her first. Doctor Feeder was very sturdy.
We were in hopes youd know all about it, said his other entertainer.
No, I havent kept up with him there.
Weve heard from a dozen people that he has been always with her for the last monthand that kind of thing, in England, is supposed to mean something. Hasnt he spoken of her when youve seen him?
No, he has only talked about the new treatment of spinal meningitis. Hes very much interested in spinal meningitis.
I wonder if he talks about it to Lady Barb, said Mrs. Freer.
Who is she anyway? the young man wanted to know.
Well, his companions both let him. Lady Barb Clement.
And whos Lady Barb Clement?
The daughter of Lord Canterville.
And whos Lord Canterville?
Dexter must tell you that, said Mrs. Freer.
And Dexter accordingly told him that the Marquis of Canterville had been in his day a great sporting nobleman and an ornament to English society, and had held more than once a high post in her Majestys household. Dexter Freer knew all these thingshow his lordship had married a daughter of Lord Treherne, a very serious intelligent and beautiful woman who had redeemed him from the extravagance of his youth and presented him in rapid succession with a dozen little tenants for the nurseries at Pasternsthis being, as Mr. Freer also knew, the name of the principal seat of the Cantervilles. The head of that house was a Tory, but not a particular dunce for a Tory, and very popular in society at large; good-natured, good-looking, knowing how to be rather remarkably free and yet remain a grand seigneur, clever enough to make an occasional telling speech and much associated with the fine old English pursuits as well as with many of the new improvementsthe purification of the Turf, the opening of the museums on Sunday, the propagation of coffee-taverns, the latest ideas on sanitary reform. He disapproved of the extension of the suffrage but had positively drainage on the brain. It had been said of him at least onceand, if this historian is not mistaken, in printthat he was just the man to convey to the popular mind the impression that the British aristocracy is still a living force. He was unfortunately not very richfor a man who had to exemplify such truthsand of his twelve children no less than seven were daughters. Lady Barb, Jackson Lemons friend, was the second; the eldest had married Lord Beauchemin. Mr. Freer had caught quite the right pronunciation of this name, which he successfully sounded as Bitumen. Lady Lucretia had done very well, for her husband was rich and she had brought him nothing to speak of; but it was hardly to be expected they would all achieve such flights. Happily the younger girls were still in the schoolroom, and before they had come up, Lady Canterville, who was a woman of bold resource, would have worked off the two that were out. It was Lady Agathas first season; she wasnt so pretty as her sister, but was thought to be cleverer. Half-a-dozen people had spoken to him of Jackson Lemons being a great deal at the Cantervilles. He was supposed to be enormously rich.
Well, so he is, said Sidney Feeder, who had listened to Mr. Freers report with attention, with eagerness even, but, for all its lucidity, with an air of imperfect apprehension.
Yes, but not so rich as they probably think.
Do they want his money? Is that what theyre after?
You go straight to the point! Mrs. Freer rang out.
I havent the least idea, said her husband. Hes a very good sort in himself.
Yes, but hes a doctor, Mrs. Freer observed.
What have they got against that? asked Sidney Feeder.
Why, over here, you know, they only call them in to prescribe, said his other friend. The profession isntawhat youd call aristocratic.
Well, I dont know it, and I dont know that I want to know it. How do you mean, aristocratic? What profession is? It would be rather a curious one. Professions are meant to do the work of professions; and what works done without your sleeves rolled up? Many of the gentlemen at the congress there are quite charming.
I like doctors very much, said Mrs. Freer; my father was a doctor. But they dont marry the daughters of marquises.
I dont believe Jackson wants to marry that one, Sidney Feeder calmly argued.