Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite

SIR HARRY HOTSPUR OF HUMBLETHWAITE

comparison of some small present fault with his past conduct; — and the rule holds the same with a woman. To tell her that she looks well is feeble work; but complain to her wofully that there is something wanting at the present moment, something lacking from the usual high standard, some temporary loss of beauty, and your solicitude will prevail with her.

“And in what am I not nice? I am sure I’m trying to be as nice as I know how.”

“Down at Humblethwaite you are simply yourself, — Emily Hotspur.”

“And what am I here?”

“That formidable thing, — a success. Don’t you feel yourself that you are lifted a little off your legs?”

“Not a bit; — not an inch. Why should I?”

“I fail to make you understand quite what I mean. Don’t you feel that with all these princes and potentates you are forced to be something else than your natural self? Don’t you know that you have to put on a special manner, and to talk in a special way? Does not the champagne fly to your head, more or less?”

“Of course, the princes and potentates are not the same as old Mrs. Crutchley, if you mean that.”

“I am not blaming you, you know, only I cannot help being very anxious; and I found you so perfect at Humblethwaite that I cannot say that I like any change. You know I am to come to Humblethwaite again?”

“Of course you are.”

“You go down next month, I believe?”

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“Papa talks of going to Scarrowby for a few weeks. He always does every year, and it is so dull. Did you ever see Scarrowby?”

“Never.”

“You ought to come there some day. You know one branch of the Hotspurs did live there for ever so long.”

“Is it a good house?”

“Very bad indeed; but there are enormous woods, and the country is very wild, and everything is at sixes and sevens. However, of course you would not come, because it is in the middle of your London season. There would be ever so many things to keep you. You are a man who, I suppose, never was out of London in June in your life, unless some race meeting was going on.”

“Do you really take me for such as that, Emily?”

“Yes, I do. That is what they tell me you are. Is it not true? Don’t you go to races?”

“I should be quite willing to undertake never to put my foot on a racecourse again this minute. I will do so now if you will only ask it of me.”

She paused a moment, half thinking that she would ask it, but at last she determined against it.

“No,” she said; “if you think it proper to stay away, you can do so without my asking it. I have no right to make such a request. If you think races are bad, why don’t you stay away of your own accord?”

“They are bad,” he said.

“Then why do you go to them?”

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“They are bad, and I do go to them. They are very bad, and I go to them very often. But I will stay away and never put my foot on another racecourse if you, my cousin, will ask me.”

“That is nonsense.”

“Try me. It shall not be nonsense. If you care enough about me to wish to save me from what is evil, you can do it. I care enough about you to give up the pursuit at your bidding.”

As he said this he looked down into her eyes, and she knew that the full weight of his gaze was upon her. She knew that his words and his looks together were intended to impress her with some feeling of his love for her. She knew at the moment, too, that they gratified her. And she remembered also in the same moment that her Cousin George was a black sheep.

“If you cannot refrain from what is bad without my asking you,” she said, “your refraining will do no good.”

He was making her some answer, when she insisted on being taken away. “I must get into the dancing-room; I must indeed, George. I have already thrown over some poor wretch. No, not yet, I see, however. I was not engaged for the quadrille; but I must go back and look after the people.”

He led her back through the crowd; and as he did so he perceived that Sir Harry’s eyes were fixed upon him. He did not much care for that. If he could carry his Cousin Emily, he thought that he might carry the Baronet also.

He could not get any special word with her again that night. He asked her for another dance, but she would not grant it to him. “You forget the princes and potentates to whom I have to attend,” she said to him, quoting his own words.

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He did not blame her, even to himself, judging by the importance which he attached to every word of private conversation which he could have with her, that she found it to be equally important. It was something gained that she should know that he was thinking of her. He could not be to her now like any cousin, or any other man, with whom she might dance three or four times without meaning anything. As he was aware of it, so must she be; and he was glad that she should feel that it was so.

“Emily tells me that you are going to Scarrowby next month,” he said afterwards to Sir Harry.

Sir Harry frowned, and answered him very shortly, “Yes, we shall go there in June.”

“Is it a large place?”

“Large? How do you mean? It is a good property.” “But the house?”

“The house is quite large enough for us,” said Sir Harry; “but we do not have company there.”

This was said in a very cold tone, and there was nothing more to be added. George, to do him justice, had not been fishing for an invitation to Scarrowby. He had simply been making conversation with the Baronet. It would not have suited him to go to Scarrowby, because by doing so he would have lost the power of renewing his visit to Humblethwaite. But Sir Harry in this interview had been so very ungracious, — and as George knew very well, because of the scene in the corner, — that there might be a doubt whether he would ever get to Humblethwaite at all. If he failed, however, it should not be for the want of audacity on his own part.

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good had been done, — and she sincerely believed that it was true. In what way could he make love to her better than by refraining from his evil ways for the sake of pleasing her? Other bald-headed old gentlemen and bewigged old ladies came in, and he had not time for another word. He bade her adieu, saying nothing now of his hope of meeting her in the autumn, and was very affectionate in his farewell to Lady Elizabeth. “I don’t suppose I shall see Sir Harry before he starts. Say ‘good-bye’ for me.”

“I will, George.”

“I am so sorry you are going. It has been so jolly, coming in here of a Sunday, Lady Elizabeth, and you have been so good to me. I wish Scarrowby was at the bottom of the sea.”

“Sir Harry wouldn’t like that at all.”

“I dare say not. And as such places must be, I suppose they ought to be looked after. Only why in June? Good-bye! We shall meet again some day.” But not a word was said about Humblethwaite in September. He did not choose to mention the prospect of his autumn visit, and she did not dare to do so. Sir Harry had not renewed the offer, and she would not venture to do so in Sir Harry’s absence.

June passed away, — as Junes do pass in London, — very gaily in appearance, very quickly in reality, with a huge outlay of money and an enormous amount of disappointment. Young ladies would not accept, and young men would not propose. Papas became cross and stingy, and mammas insinuated that daughters were misbehaving. The daughters fought their own battles, and became tired in the fighting of them, and many

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a one had declared to herself before July had come to an end that it was all vanity and vexation of spirit.

The Altringhams always went to Goodwood, — husband and wife. Goodwood and Ascot for Lady Altringham were festivals quite as sacred as were Epsom and Newmarket for the Earl. She looked forward to them all the year, learned all she could about the horses which were to run, was very anxious and energetic about her party, and, if all that was said was true, had her little book. It was an institution also that George Hotspur should be one of the party; and of all the arrangements usually made, it was not the one which her Ladyship could dispense with the easiest. George knew exactly what she liked to have done, and how. The Earl himself would take no trouble, and desired simply to be taken there and back and to find everything that was wanted the very moment it was needed. And in all such matters the Countess chose that the Earl should be indulged. But it was necessary to have some one who would look after something — who would direct the servants, and give the orders, and be responsible. George Hotspur did it all admirably, and on such occasions earned the hospitality which was given to him throughout the year. At Goodwood he was almost indispensable to Lady Altringham; but for this meeting she was willing to dispense with him. “I tell you, Captain Hotspur, that you’re not to go,” she said to him.

“Nonsense, Lady Altringham.”

“What a child you are! Don’t you know what depends on it?”

“It does not depend on that.”

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“It may. Every little helps. Didn’t you promise her that you wouldn’t?”

“She didn’t take it in earnest.”

“I tell you, you know nothing about a woman. She will take it very much in earnest if you break your word.”

“She’ll never know.”

“She will. She’ll learn it. A girl like that learns everything. Don’t go; and let her know that you have not gone.”

George Hotspur thought that he might go, and yet let her know that he had not gone. An accomplished and successful lie was to him a thing beautiful in itself, — an event that had come off usefully, a piece of strategy that was evidence of skill, so much gained on the world at the least possible outlay, an investment from which had come profit without capital. Lady Altringham was very hard on him, threatening him at one time with the Earl’s displeasure, and absolute refusal of his company. But he pleaded hard that his book would be ruinous to him if he did not go; that this was a pursuit of such a kind that a man could not give it up all of a moment; that he would take care that his name was omitted from the printed list of Lord Altringham’s party; and that he ought to be allowed this last recreation. The Countess at last gave way, and George Hotspur did go to Goodwood.

With the success or failure of his book on that occasion our story is not concerned. He was still more flush of cash than usual, having something left of his cousin’s generous present. At any rate, he came to no signal ruin at the races, and left London for Castle Corry on the 10th of August without any known diminution to his prospects. At that time the Hotspurs

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were at Humblethwaite with a party; but it had been already decided that George should not prepare to make his visit till September. He was to write from Castle Corry. All that had been arranged between him and the Countess, and from Castle Corry he did ZULWH

' / (, — Sir Harry was kind enough to say last winter that I might come to Humblethwaite again this autumn. Will you be able to take me in on the 2nd September? we have about finished with Altringham’s house, and Lady A. has had enough of me. They remain here till the end of this month. With kind regards to Sir Harry and Emily,

Believe me, yours always,

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Nothing could be simpler than this note, and yet every word of it had been weighed and dictated by Lady Altringham. “That won’t do at all. You mustn’t seem to be so eager,” she had said, when he showed her the letter as prepared by himself. “Just write as you would do if you were coming here.” Then she sat down, and made the copy for him.

There was very great doubt and there was much deliberation over that note at Humblethwaite. The invitation had doubtless been given, and Sir Harry did not wish to turn against his own flesh and blood, — to deny admittance to his house to the man who was the heir to his title. Were he to do so, he must give some reason; he must declare some quarrel; he must say boldly that all intercourse between them was to be at an end; and he must inform Cousin George that this strong step was taken be-

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