Isabel paused, and turned once more her face towards his own. Her lips moved, and though the words died within her heart, yet Mordaunt read well their import in the blushing cheek and the heaving bosom, and the lips which one ray of hope and comfort was sufficient to kindle into smiles. He gazed, and all obstacles, all difficulties, disappeared; the gulf of time seemed passed, and he felt as if already he had earned and won his reward.
He approached her yet nearer; one kiss on those lips, one pressure of that thrilling hand, one long, last embrace of that shrinking and trembling form,and then, as the door closed upon his view, he felt that the sunshine of Nature had passed away, and that in the midst of the laughing and peopled earth he stood in darkness and alone.
CHAPTER XI
He who would know mankind must be at home with all men.
STEPHEN MONTAGUE.We left Clarence safely deposited in his little lodgings. Whether from the heat of his apartment or the restlessness a migration of beds produces in certain constitutions, his slumbers on the first night of his arrival were disturbed and brief. He rose early and descended to the parlour; Mr. de Warens, the nobly appellatived foot-boy, was laying the breakfast-cloth. From three painted shelves which constituted the library of Copperas Bower, as its owners gracefully called their habitation, Clarence took down a book very prettily bound; it was Poems by a Nobleman. No sooner had he read two pages than he did exactly what the reader would have done, and restored the volume respectfully to its place. He then drew his chair towards the window, and wistfully eyed sundry ancient nursery maids, who were leading their infant charges to the fresh fields and pastures new of what is now the Regents Park.
In about an hour Mrs. Copperas descended, and mutual compliments were exchanged; to her succeeded Mr. Copperas, who was well scolded for his laziness: and to them, Master Adolphus Copperas, who was also chidingly termed a naughty darling for the same offence. Now then Mrs. Copperas prepared the tea, which she did in the approved method adopted by all ladies to whom economy is dearer than renown, namely, the least possible quantity of the soi-disant Chinese plant was first sprinkled by the least possible quantity of hot water; after this mixture had become as black and as bitter as it could possibly be without any adjunct from the apothecarys skill, it was suddenly drenched with a copious diffusion, and as suddenly poured forthweak, washy, and abominable,into four cups, severally appertaining unto the four partakers of the matutinal nectar.
Then the conversation began to flow. Mrs. Copperas was a fine lady, and a sentimentalist,very observant of the little niceties of phrase and manner. Mr. Copperas was a stock-jobber and a wit,loved a good hit in each capacity; was very round, very short, and very much like a John Dory; and saw in the features and mind of the little Copperas the exact representative of himself.
Adolphus, my love, said Mrs. Copperas, mind what I told you, and sit upright. Mr. Linden, will you allow me to cut you a leetle piece of this roll?
Thank you, said Clarence, I will trouble you rather for the whole of it.
Conceive Mrs. Copperass dismay! From that moment she saw herself eaten out of house and home; besides, as she afterwards observed to her friend Miss Barbara York, the vulgarity of such an amazing appetite!
Any commands in the city, Mr. Linden? asked the husband; a coach will pass by our door in a few minutes,must be on Change in half an hour. Come, my love, another cup of tea; make haste; I have scarcely a moment to take my fare for the inside, before coachee takes his for the outside. Ha! ha! ha! Mr. Linden.
Lord, Mr. Copperas, said his helpmate, how can you be so silly? setting such an example to your son, too; never mind him, Adolphus, my love; fie, child! ant you ashamed of yourself? never put the spoon in your cup till you have done tea: I must really send you to school to learn manners. We have a very pretty little collection of books here, Mr. Linden, if you would like to read an hour or two after breakfast,child, take your hands out of your pockets,all the best English classics I believe,Telemachus, and Youngs Night Thoughts, and Joseph Andrews, and the Spectator, and Popes Iliad, and Creechs Lucretius; but you will look over them yourself! This is Liberty Hall, as well as Copperas Bower, Mr. Linden!
Well, my love, said the stock-jobber, I believe I must be off. Here Tom, Tom (Mr. de Warens had just entered the room with some more hot water, to weaken still further the poor remains of what was oncethe tea!), Tom, just run out and stop the coach; it will be by in five minutes.
Have not I prayed and besought you, many and many a time, Mr. Copperas, said the lady, rebukingly, not to call De Warens by his Christian name? Dont you know that all people in genteel life, who only keep one servant, invariably call him by his surname, as if he were the butler, you know?
Now, that is too good, my love, said Copperas. I will call poor Tom by any surname you please, but I really cant pass him off for a butler! Hahahayou must excuse me there, my love!
And pray, why not, Mr. Copperas? I have known many a butler bungle more at a cork than he does; and pray tell me who did you ever see wait better at dinner?
He wait at dinner, my love! it is not he who waits.
Who then, Mr. Copperas?
Why we, my love; its we who wait for dinner; but thats the cooks fault, not his.
Pshaw! Mr. Copperas; Adolphus, my love, sit upright, darling.
Here De Warens cried from the bottom of the stairs,Measter, the coach be coming up.
There wont be room for it to turn then, said the facetious Mr. Copperas, looking round the apartment as if he took the words literally.
What coach is it, boy?
Now that was not the age in which coaches scoured the city every half hour, and Mr. Copperas knew the name of the coach as well as he knew his own.
It be the Swallow coach, sir.
Oh, very well: then since I have swallowed in the roll, I will now roll in the Swallowhahaha! Good-by, Mr. Linden.
No sooner had the witty stock-jobber left the room than Mrs. Copperas seemed to expand into a new existence. My husband, sir, said she, apologetically, is so odd, but hes an excellent sterling character; and that, you know, Mr. Linden, tells more in the bosom of a family than all the shining qualities which captivate the imagination. I am sure, Mr. Linden, that the moralist is right in admonishing us to prefer the gold to the tinsel. I have now been married some years, and every year seems happier than the last; but then, Mr. Linden, it is such a pleasure to contemplate the growing graces of the sweet pledge of our mutual love.Adolphus, my dear, keep your feet still, and take your hands out of your pockets!
A short pause ensued.
We see a great deal of company, said Mrs. Copperas, pompously, and of the very best description. Sometimes we are favoured by the society of the great Mr. Talbot, a gentleman of immense fortune and quite the courtier: he is, it is true, a little eccentric in his dress: but then he was a celebrated beau in his young days. He is our next neighbour; you can see his house out of the window, just across the gardenthere! We have also, sometimes, our humble board graced by a very elegant friend of mine, Miss Barbara York, a lady of very high connections, her first cousin was a lord mayor.Adolphus, my dear, what are you about? Well, Mr. Linden, you will find your retreat quite undisturbed; I must go about the household affairs; not that I do anything more than superintend, you know, sir; but I think no lady should be above consulting her husbands interests; thats what I call true old English conjugal affection. Come, Adolphus, my dear.