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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Richard Carvel, Volume 2, by Winston Churchill
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+Title: Richard Carvel, Volume 2
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+Author: Winston Churchill
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+Release Date: October 18, 2004 [EBook #5366]
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+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK RICHARD CARVEL, VOLUME 2 ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+
+RICHARD CARVEL
+
+By Winston Churchill
+
+Volume 2.
+
+
+VIII.  Over the Wall
+IX.    Under False Colours
+X.     The Red in the Carvel Blood
+XI.    A Festival and a Parting
+XII.   News from a Far Country
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+OVER THE WALL
+
+Dorothy treated me ill enough that spring. Since the minx had tasted
+power at Carvel Hall, there was no accounting for her. On returning to
+town Dr. Courtenay had begged her mother to allow her at the assemblies,
+a request which Mrs. Manners most sensibly refused. Mr. Marmaduke had
+given his consent, I believe, for he was more impatient than Dolly for
+the days when she would become the toast of the province. But the doctor
+contrived to see her in spite of difficulties, and Will Fotheringay was
+forever at her house, and half a dozen other lads. And many gentlemen
+of fashion like the doctor called ostensibly to visit Mrs. Manners, but
+in reality to see Miss Dorothy. And my lady knew it. She would be
+lingering in the drawing-room in her best bib and tucker, or strolling in
+the garden as Dr. Courtenay passed, and I got but scant attention indeed.
+I was but an awkward lad, and an old playmate, with no novelty about me.
+
+"Why, Richard," she would say to me as I rode or walked beside her, or
+sat at dinner in Prince George Street, "I know every twist and turn of
+your nature. There is nothing you could do to surprise me. And so, sir,
+you are very tiresome."
+
+"You once found me useful enough to fetch and carry, and amusing when I
+walked the Oriole's bowsprit," I replied ruefully.
+
+"Why don't you make me jealous?" says she, stamping her foot. "A score
+of pretty girls are languishing for a glimpse of you,--Jennie and Bess
+Fotheringay, and Betty Tayloe, and Heaven knows how many others. They
+are actually accusing me of keeping you trailing. 'La, girls!' said I,
+'if you will but rid me of him for a day, you shall have my lasting
+gratitude.'"
+
+And she turned to the spinet and began a lively air. But the taunt
+struck deeper than she had any notion of. That spring arrived out from
+London on the Belle of the Wye a box of fine clothes my grandfather had
+commanded for me from his own tailor; and a word from a maid of fifteen
+did more to make me wear them than any amount of coaxing from Mr. Allen
+and my Uncle Grafton. My uncle seemed in particular anxious that I
+should make a good appearance, and reminded me that I should dress as
+became the heir of the Carvel house. I took counsel with Patty Swain,
+and then went to see Betty Tayloe, and the Fotheringay girls, and the
+Dulany girls, near the Governor's. And (fie upon me!) I was not
+ill-pleased with the brave appearance I made. I would show my mistress
+how little I cared. But the worst of it was, the baggage seemed to
+trouble less than I, and had the effrontery to tell me how happy she was
+I had come out of my shell, and broken loose from her apron-strings.
+
+"Indeed, they would soon begin to think I meant to marry you, Richard,"
+says she at supper one Sunday before a tableful, and laughed with the
+rest.
+
+"They do not credit you with such good sense, my dear," says her mother,
+smiling kindly at me.
+
+And Dolly bit her lip, and did not join in that part of the merriment.
+
+I fled to Patty Swain for counsel, nor was it the first time in my life
+I had done so. Some good women seem to have been put into this selfish
+world to comfort and advise. After Prince George Street with its gilt
+and marbles and stately hedged gardens, the low-beamed, vine-covered
+house in the Duke of Gloucester Street was a home and a rest. In my
+eyes there was not its equal in Annapolis for beauty within and without.
+Mr. Swain had bought the dwelling from an aged man with a history, dead
+some nine years back. Its furniture, for the most part, was of the
+Restoration, of simple and massive oak blackened by age, which I ever
+fancied better than the Frenchy baubles of tables and chairs with spindle
+legs, and cabinets of glass and gold lacquer which were then making their
+way into the fine mansions of our town. The house was full of twists and
+turns, and steps up and down, and nooks and passages and queer
+hiding-places which we children knew, and in parts queer leaded windows of
+bulging glass set high in the wall, and older than the reign of Hanover.
+Here was the shrine of cleanliness, whose high-priestess was Patty
+herself. Her floors were like satin-wood, and her brasses lights in
+themselves. She had come honestly enough by her gifts, her father having
+married the daughter of an able townsman of Salem, in the Massachusetts
+colony, when he had gone north after his first great success in court.
+Now the poor lady sat in a padded armchair from morning to night, beside
+the hearth in winter, and under the trees in summer, by reason of a fall
+she had had. There she knitted all the day long. Her placid face and
+quiet way come before me as I write.
+
+My friendship with Patty had begun early. One autumn day when I was a
+little lad of eight or nine, my grandfather and I were driving back from
+Whitehall in the big coach, when we spied a little maid of six by the
+Severn's bank, with her apron full of chestnuts. She was trudging
+bravely through the dead leaves toward the town. Mr. Carvel pulled the
+cord to stop, and asked her name. "Patty Swain, and it please your
+honour," the child answered, without fear. "So you are the young
+barrister's daughter?" says he, smiling at something I did not
+understand. She nodded. "And how is it you are so far from home, and
+alone, my little one?" asked Mr. Carvel again. For some time he could
+get nothing out of her; but at length she explained, with much coaxing,
+that her big brother Tom had deserted her. My grandfather wished that
+Tom were his brother, that he might be punished as he deserved. He
+commanded young Harvey to lift the child into the coach, chestnuts and
+all, and there she sat primly between us. She was not as pretty as
+Dorothy, so I thought, but her clear gray eyes and simple ways impressed
+me by their very honesty, as they did Mr. Carvel. What must he do but
+drive her home to Green Street, where Mr. Swain then lived in a little
+cottage. Mr. Carvel himself lifted her out and kissed her, and
+handed her to her mother at the gate, who was vastly overcome by the
+circumstance. The good lady had not then received that fall which made
+her a cripple for life. "And will you not have my chestnuts, sir, for
+your kindness?" says little Patty. Whereat my grandfather laughed and
+kissed her again, for he loved children, and wished to know if she would
+not be his daughter, and come to live in Marlboro' Street; and told the
+story of Tom, for fear she would not. He was silent as we drove away,
+and I knew he was thinking of my own mother at that age.
+
+Not long after this Mr. Swain bought the house in the Duke of Gloucester
+Street. This, as you know, is back to back with Marlboro. To reach
+Patty's garden I had but to climb the brick wall at the rear of our
+grounds, and to make my way along the narrow green lane left there for
+perhaps a hundred paces of a lad, to come to the gate in the wooden
+paling. In return I used to hoist Patty over the wall, and we would play
+at children's games under the fruit trees that skirted it. Some instinct
+kept her away from the house. I often caught her gazing wistfully at its
+wings and gables. She was not born to a mansion, so she said.
+
+"But your father is now rich," I objected. I had heard Captain Daniel
+say so. "He may have a mansion of his own and he chooses. He can better
+afford it than many who are in debt for the fine show they make." I was
+but repeating gossip.
+
+"I should like to see the grand company come in, when your grandfather
+has them to dine," said the girl. "Sometimes we have grand gentlemen
+come to see father in their coaches, but they talk of nothing but
+politics. We never have any fine ladies like--like your Aunt Caroline."
+
+I startled her by laughing derisively.
+
+"And I pray you never may, Patty," was all I said.
+
+I never told Dolly of my intimacy with the barrister's little girl over
+the wall. This was not because I was ashamed of the friendship, but
+arose from a fear-well-founded enough--that she would make sport of it.
+At twelve Dolly had notions concerning the walks of life that most other
+children never dream of. They were derived, of course, from Mr.
+Marmaduke. But the day of reckoning arrived. Patty and I were romping
+beside the back wall when suddenly a stiff little figure in a starched
+frock appeared through the trees in the direction of the house, followed
+by Master Will Fotheringay in his visiting clothes. I laugh now when I
+think of that formal meeting between the two little ladies. There was no
+time to hoist Miss Swain over the wall, or to drive Miss Manners back
+upon the house. Patty stood blushing as though caught in a guilty act,
+while she of the Generations came proudly on, Will sniggering behind her.
+
+"Who is this, Richard?" asks Miss Manners, pointing a small forefinger.
+
+"Patty Swain, if you must know!" I cried, and added boylike: "And she is
+just as good as you or me, and better." I was quite red in the face, and
+angry because of it. "This is Dorothy Manners, Patty, and Will
+Fotheringay."
+
+The moment was a pregnant one. But I was resolved to carry the matter
+out with a bold front. "Will you join us at catch and swing?" I asked.
+
+Will promptly declared that he would join, for Patty was good to look
+upon. Dolly glanced at her dress, tossed her head, and marched back
+alone.
+
+"Oh, Richard!" cried Patty; "I shall never forgive myself! I have made
+you quarrel with--"
+
+"His sweetheart," said Will, wickedly.
+
+"I don't care," said I. Which was not so.
+
+Patty felt no resentment for my miss's haughty conduct, but only a
+tearful penitence for having been the cause of a strife between us.
+Will's arguments and mine availed nothing. I must lift her over the wall
+again, and she went home. When we reached the garden we found Dolly
+seated beside her mother on my grandfather's bench, from which stronghold
+our combined tactics were powerless to drag her.
+
+When Dolly was gone, I asked my grandfather in great indignation why
+Patty did not play with the children I knew, with Dorothy and the
+Fotheringays. He shook his head dubiously. "When you are older,
+Richard, you will understand that our social ranks are cropped close.
+Mr. Swain is an honest and an able man, though he believes in things I do
+not. I hear he is becoming wealthy. And I have no doubt," the shrewd
+old gentleman added, "that when Patty grows up she will be going to the
+assemblies, though it was not so in my time." So liberal was he that he
+used to laugh at my lifting her across the wall, and in his leisure
+delight to listen to my accounts of her childish housekeeping. Her life
+was indeed a contrast to Dorothy's. She had all the solid qualities that
+my lady lacked in early years. And yet I never wavered in my liking to
+the more brilliant and wayward of the two. The week before my next
+birthday, when Mr. Carvel drew me to him and asked me what I wished for
+a present that year, as was his custom, I said promptly:
+
+"I should like to have Patty Swain at my party, sir."
+
+"So you shall, my lad," he cried, taking his snuff and eying me with
+pleasure. "I am glad to see, Richard, that you have none of Mr.
+Marmaduke's nonsense about you. She is a good girl, i' faith, and more
+of a lady now than many who call themselves such. And you shall have
+your present to boot. Hark'ee, Daniel," said he to the captain; "if the
+child comes to my house, the poll-parrots and follow-me-ups will be
+wanting her, too."
+
+But the getting her to go was a matter of five days. For Patty was
+sensitive, like her father, and dreaded a slight. Not so with Master
+Tom, who must, needs be invited, too. He arrived half an hour ahead
+of time, arrayed like Solomon, and without his sister! I had to go for
+Patty, indeed, after the party had begun, and to get the key to the
+wicket in the wall to take her in that way, so shy was she. My dear
+grandfather showed her particular attention. And Miss Dolly herself,
+being in the humour, taught her a minuet.
+
+After that she came to all my birthdays, and lost some of her shyness.
+And was invited to other great houses, even as Mr. Carvel had predicted.
+But her chief pleasure seemed ever her duty. Whether or no such
+characters make them one and the same, who can tell? She became the
+light of her father's house, and used even to copy out his briefs, at
+which task I often found her of an evening.
+
+As for Tom, that graceless scamp, I never could stomach him. I wondered
+then, as I have since, how he was the brother of such a sister. He could
+scarce bide his time until Mr. Swain should have a coach and a seat in
+the country with the gentry. "A barrister," quoth he, "is as good as any
+one else. And if my father came out a redemptioner, and worked his way,
+so had old Mr. Dulany. Our family at home was the equal of his." All of
+which was true, and more. He would deride Patty for sewing and baking,
+vowing that they had servants enough now to do the work twice over. She
+bore with him with a patience to be marvelled at; and I could never get
+it through my head why Mr. Swain indulged him, though he was the elder,
+and his mother's favourite. Tom began to dress early. His open
+admiration was Dr. Courtenay, his confessed hope to wear five-pound
+ruffles and gold sword knots. He clung to Will Fotheringay with a
+tenacity that became proverbial among us boys, and his boasts at King
+William's School were his father's growing wealth and intimacy with the
+great men of the province.
+
+As I grew older, I took the cue of political knowledge, as I have said,
+from Mr. Swain rather than Captain Daniel, who would tell me nothing. I
+fell into the habit of taking supper in Gloucester Street. The meal was
+early there. And when the dishes were cleared away, and the barrister's
+pipe lit, and Patty and her mother had got their sewing, he would talk by
+the hour on the legality of our resistance to the King, and discuss the
+march of affairs in England and the other colonies. He found me a ready
+listener, and took pains to teach me clearly the right and wrong of the
+situation. 'Twas his religion, even as loyalty to the King was my
+grandfather's, and he did not think it wrong to spread it. He likewise
+instilled into me in that way more of history than Mr. Allen had ever
+taught me, using it to throw light upon this point or that. But I never
+knew his true power and eloquence until I followed him to the Stadt
+House.
+
+Patty was grown a girl of fifteen then, glowing with health, and had
+ample good looks of her own. 'Tis odd enough that I did not fall in
+love with her when Dolly began to use me so outrageously. But a lad of
+eighteen is scarce a rational creature. I went and sat before my oracle
+upon the vine-covered porch under the eaves, and poured out my complaint.
+She laid down her needlework and laughed.
+
+"You silly boy," said she, "can't you see that she herself has prescribed
+for you? She was right when she told you to show attention to Jenny.
+And if you dangle about Miss Dolly now, you are in danger of losing her.
+She knows it better than you."
+
+I had Jenny to ride the very next day. Result: my lady smiled on me more
+sweetly than ever when I went to Prince George Street, and vowed Jenny
+had never looked prettier than when she went past the house. This left
+my victory in such considerable doubt that I climbed the back wall
+forthwith in my new top-boots.
+
+"So you looked for her to be angry?" said Patty.
+
+"Most certainly," said I.
+
+"Unreasoning vanity!" she cried, for she knew how to speak plain.
+"By your confession to me you have done this to please her, for she
+warned you at the beginning it would please her. And now you complain
+of it. I believe I know your Dorothy better than you."
+
+And so I got but little comfort out of Patty that time.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+UNDER FALSE COLOURS
+
+And now I come to a circumstance in my life I would rather pass over
+quickly. Had I steered the straight course of my impulse I need never
+have deceived that dear gentleman whom I loved and honoured above any in
+this world, and with whom I had always lived and dealt openly. After my
+grandfather was pronounced to be mending, I went back to Mr. Allen until
+such time as we should be able to go to the country. Philip no longer
+shared my studies, his hours having been changed from morning to
+afternoon. I thought nothing of this, being content with the rector's
+explanation that my uncle had a task for Philip in the morning, now that
+Mr. Carvel was better. And I was well content to be rid of Philip's
+company. But as the days passed I began to mark an absence still
+stranger. I had my Horace and my Ovid still: but the two hours from
+eleven to one, which he was wont to give up to history and what he was
+pleased to call instruction in loyalty, were filled with other matter.
+Not a word now of politics from Mr. Allen. Not even a comment from him
+concerning the spirited doings of our Assembly, with which the town was
+ringing. That body had met but a while before, primed to act on the
+circular drawn up by Mr. Adams of Massachusetts. The Governor's message
+had not been so prompt as to forestall them, and I am occupied scarce the
+time in the writing of this that it took our brave members to adopt the
+petition to his Majesty and to pass resolutions of support to our sister
+colony of the North. This being done, and a most tart reply penned to
+his Excellency, they ended that sitting and passed in procession to the
+Governor's mansion to deliver it, Mr. Speaker Lloyd at their head, and a
+vast concourse of cheering people at their heels. Shutters were barred
+on the Tory houses we passed. And though Mr. Allen spied me in the
+crowd, he never mentioned the circumstance. More than once I essayed to
+draw from him an opinion of Mr. Adams's petition, which was deemed a work
+of great moderation and merit, and got nothing but evasion from my tutor.
+That he had become suddenly an American in principle I could not believe.
+At length I made bold to ask him why our discussions were now omitted.
+He looked up from the new play he was reading on the study lounge, with a
+glance of dark meaning I could not fathom.
+
+"You are learning more than I can teach you in Gloucester Street, and at
+the Stadt House," he said.
+
+In truth I was at a loss to understand his attitude until the day in June
+my grandfather and I went to Carvel Hall.
+
+The old gentleman was weak still, so feeble that he had to be carried to
+his barge in a chair, a vehicle he had ever held in scorn. But he was
+cheerful, and his spirit remained the same as of old: but for that spirit
+I believe he had never again risen from his bed in Marlboro' Street. My
+uncle and the rector were among those who walked by his side to the dock,
+and would have gone to the Hall with him had he permitted them. He was
+kind enough to say that my arm was sufficient to lean on.
+
+What peace there was sitting once again under the rustling trees on the
+lawn with the green river and the blue bay spread out before us, and
+Scipio standing by with my grandfather's punch. Mr. Carvel would have me
+rehearse again all that had passed in town and colony since his illness,
+which I did with as much moderation as I was able. And as we talked he
+reached out and took my hand, for I sat near him, and said:
+
+"Richard, I have heard tidings of you that gladden my heart, and they
+have done more than Dr. Leiden's physic for this old frame of mine. I
+well knew a Carvel could never go a wrong course, lad, and you least of
+any."
+
+"Tidings, sir?" I said.
+
+"Ay, tidings," answered Mr. Carvel. Such a note of relief and gladness
+there was in the words as I had not heard for months from him, and a
+vague fear came upon me.
+
+"Scipio," he said merrily, "a punch for Mr. Richard." And when the glass
+was brought my grandfather added: "May it be ever thus!"
+
+I drained the toast, not falling into his humour or comprehending his
+reference, but dreading that aught I might say would disturb him, held my
+peace. And yet my apprehension increased. He set down his glass and
+continued:
+
+"I had no hope of this yet, Richard, for you were ever slow to change.
+Your conversion does credit to Mr. Allen as well as to you. In short,
+sir, the rector gives me an excellent good account of your studies, and
+adds that the King hath gained another loyal servant, for which I thank
+God."
+
+I have no words to write of my feelings then. My head swam and my hand
+trembled on my grandfather's, and I saw dimly the old gentleman's face
+aglow with joy and pride, and knew not what to say or do. The answer I
+framed, alas, remained unspoken. From his own lips I had heard how much
+the news had mended him, and for once I lacked the heart, nay, the
+courage, to speak the truth. But Mr. Carvel took no heed of my silence,
+setting it down to another cause.
+
+"And so, my son," he said, "there is no need of sending you to Eton next
+fall. I am not much longer for this earth, and can ill spare you: and
+Mr. Allen kindly consents to prepare you for Oxford."
+
+"Mr. Allen consents to that, sir?" I gasped. I think, could I have laid
+hands on the rector then, I would have thrashed him, cloth and all,
+within an inch of his life.
+
+And as if to crown my misery Mr. Carvel rose, and bearing heavily on my
+shoulder led me to the stable where Harvey and one of the black grooms
+stood in livery to receive us. Harvey held by the bridle a blooded bay
+hunter, and her like could scarce be found in the colony. As she stood
+arching her neck and pawing the ground, I all confusion and shame, my
+grandfather said simply:
+
+"Richard, this is Firefly. I have got her for you from Mr. Randolph, of
+Virginia, for you are now old enough to have a good mount of your own."
+
+All that night I lay awake, trying to sift some motive for Mr. Allen's
+deceit. For the life of me I could see no farther than a desire to keep
+me as his pupil, since he was well paid for his tuition. Still, the game
+did not seem worth the candle. However, he was safe in his lie. Shrewd
+rogue that he was, he well knew that I would not risk the attack a
+disappointment might bring my grandfather.
+
+What troubled me most of all was the fear that Grafton had reaped the
+advantage of the opportunity the illness gave him, and by his insidious
+arts had worked himself back into the good graces of his father. You
+must not draw from this, my dears, that I feared for the inheritance.
+Praised be God, I never thought of that! But I came by nature to hate
+and to fear my uncle, as I hated and feared the devil. I saw him with my
+father's eyes, and with my mother's, and as my grandfather had seen him
+in the old days when he was strong. Instinct and reason alike made me
+loathe him. As the months passed, and letters in Grafton's scroll hand
+came from the Kent estate or from Annapolis, my misgivings were confirmed
+by odd remarks that dropped from Mr. Carvel's lips. At length arrived
+the revelation itself.
+
+"I fear, Richard," he had said querulously, "I fear that all these years
+I have done your uncle an injustice. Dear Elizabeth was wont to plead
+for him before she died, but I would never listen to her. I was hearty
+and strong then, and my heart was hard. And a remembrance of many things
+was fresh in my mind." He paused for breath, as was his habit now. And
+I said nothing. "But Grafton has striven to wipe out the past. Sickness
+teaches us that we must condone, and not condemn. He has lived a
+reputable life, and made the most of the little start I gave him.
+He has supported his Majesty and my Lord in most trying times. And his
+Excellency tells me that the coming governor, Eden, will surely reward
+him with a seat in the Council."
+
+I thought of Governor Sharpe's biting words to Grafton. The Governor
+knew my uncle well, and I was sure he had never sat at his Council.
+
+"A son is a son, Richard," continued Mr. Carvel. "You will one day find
+that out. Your uncle has atoned. He hath been faithful during my
+illness, despite my cold treatment. And he hath convinced me that your
+welfare is at his heart. I believe he is fond of you, my lad."
+
+No greater sign of breaking health did I need than this, that Mr. Carvel
+should become blind to Grafton's hypocrisy; forget his attempts to
+prevent my father's marriage, and to throw doubt upon my mother's birth.
+The agony it gave me, coming as it did on top of the cruel deception,
+I shall not dwell upon. And the thought bursting within me remained
+unspoken.
+
+I saw less of Dorothy then than I had in any summer of my life before.
+In spite of Mrs. Manners, the chrysalis had burst into the butterfly,
+and Wilmot House had never been so gay. It must be remembered that
+there were times when young ladies made their entrance into the world at
+sixteen, and for a beauty to be unmarried at twenty-two was rare indeed.
+When I went to Wilmot House to dine, the table would be always full, and
+Mr. Marmaduke simpering at the head of it, his air of importance doubled
+by his reflected glory.
+
+"We see nothing of you, my lad," he would say; "you must not let these
+young gallants get ahead of you. How does your grandfather? I must pay
+my compliments to-morrow."
+
+Of gallants there were enough, to be sure. Dr. Courtenay, of course,
+with a nosegay on his coat, striving to catch the beauty's eye. And Mr.
+Worthington and Mr. Dulany, and Mr. Fitzhugh and Mr. Paca, and I know not
+how many other young bachelors of birth and means. And Will Fotheringay,
+who spent some of his time with me at the Hall. Silver and China, with
+the Manners coat-of-arms, were laid out that had not seen the light for
+many along day. And there were picnics, and sailing parties, and dances
+galore, some of which I attended, but heard of more. It seemed to me
+that my lady was tiring of the doctor's compliments, and had transferred
+her fickle favour to young Mr. Fitzhugh, who was much more worthy, by the
+way. As for me, I had troubles enough then, and had become used in some
+sort to being shelved.
+
+One night in July,--'twas the very day Mr. Carvel had spoken to me of
+Grafton,--I had ridden over to Wilmot House to supper. I had little
+heart for going, but good Mrs. Manners herself had made me promise, and
+I could: not break my word. I must have sat very silent and preoccupied
+at the table, where all was wit and merriment. And more than once I saw
+the laughter leave Dorothy's face, and caught her eyes upon; me with such
+a look as set my beast throbbing. They would not meet my own, but would
+turn away instantly. I was heavy indeed that night, and did not follow
+the company into the ballroom, but made my excuses to Mrs. Manners.
+
+The lawn lay bathed in moonlight; and as I picked, my way over it toward
+the stables for Firefly, I paused to look back at the house aglow, with
+light, the music of the fiddles and the sound of laughter floating out
+of the open windows. Even as I gaped a white figure was framed in the
+doorway, paused a moment on the low stone step, and then came on until
+it stood beside me.
+
+"Are you not well, Richard?"
+
+"Yes, I am well," I answered. I scarcely knew my own voice.
+
+"Is your grandfather worse?"
+
+"No, Dorothy; he seems better to-day."
+
+She stood seemingly irresolute, her eyes new lifted, now falling before
+mine. Her slender arms bare, save for the little puff at the shoulders;
+her simple dress drawn a little above the waist, then falling straight to
+the white slipper. How real the ecstasy of that moment, and the pain of
+it!
+
+"Why do you not coarse over, as you used to?" she asked, in a low tone.
+
+"I am very busy," I replied evasively; "Mr. Carvel cannot attend to his
+affairs." I longed to tell her the whole truth, but the words would not
+come.
+
+"I hear you are managing the estate all alone," she said.
+
+"There is no one else to do it."
+
+"Richard," she cried, drawing closer; "you are in trouble. I--I have
+seen it. You are so silent, and--and you seem to have become older.
+Tell me, is it your Uncle Grafton?"
+
+So astonished was I at the question, and because she had divined so,
+surely, that I did not answer.
+
+"Is it?" she asked again.
+
+"Yes," I said; "yes, in part."
+
+And then came voices calling from the house. They had missed her.
+
+"I am so sorry, Richard. I shall tell no one."
+
+She laid her hand ever so lightly upon mine and was gone. I stood
+staring after her until she disappeared in the door. All the way home
+I marvelled, my thoughts tumultuous, my hopes rising and falling.
+
+But when next I saw her, I thought she had forgotten.
+
+We had little company at the Hall that year, on account of Mr. Carvel.
+And I had been busy indeed. I sought with all my might to master a
+business for which I had but little taste, and my grandfather
+complimented me, before the season was done, upon my management.
+I was wont to ride that summer at four of a morning to canter beside Mr.
+Starkie afield, and I came to know the yield of every patch to a hogshead
+and the pound price to a farthing. I grew to understand as well as
+another the methods of curing the leaf. And the wheat pest appearing
+that year, I had the good fortune to discover some of the clusters in the
+sheaves, and ground our oyster-shells in time to save the crop. Many a
+long evening I spent on the wharves with old Stanwix, now toothless and
+living on his pension, with my eye on the glow of his pipe and my ear
+bent to his stories of the sea. It was his fancy that the gift of
+prophecy had come to him with the years; and at times, when his look
+would wander to the black rigging in the twilight, he would speak
+strangely enough.
+
+"Faith, Mr. Richard," he would say; "tho' your father was a soldier afore
+ye, ye were born to the deck of a ship-o'-war. Mark an old man's words,
+sir."
+
+"Can you see the frigate, Stanwix?" I laughed once, when he had repeated
+this with more than common solemnity.
+
+His reply rose above the singing of the locusts.
+
+"Ay, sir, that I can. But she's no frigate, sir. Devil knows what she
+is. She looks like a big merchantman to me, such as I've seed in the
+Injy trade, with a high poop in the old style. And her piercin's be not
+like a frigate." He said this with a readiness to startle me, and little
+enough superstition I had. A light was on his seared face, and his pipe
+lay neglected on the boards. "Ay, sir, and there be a flag astern of her
+never yet seed on earth, nor on the waters under the earth. The tide is
+settin' in, the tide is settin' in."
+
+These were words to set me thinking. And many a time they came back to
+me when the old man was laid away in the spot reserved for those who
+sailed the seas for Mr. Carvel.
+
+Every week I drew up a report for my grandfather, and thus I strove by
+shouldering labour and responsibility to ease my conscience of that load
+which troubled it. For often, as we walked together through the yellow
+fields of an evening, it had been on my tongue to confess the lie Mr.
+Allen had led me into. But the sight of the old man, trembling and
+tremulous, aged by a single stroke, his childlike trust in my strength
+and beliefs, and above all his faith in a political creed which he nigh
+deemed needful for the soul's salvation,--these things still held me
+back. Was it worth while now, I asked myself, to disturb the peace of
+that mind?
+
+Thus the summer wore on to early autumn. And one day I was standing
+booted and spurred in the stables, Harvey putting the bridle upon
+Firefly, when my boy Hugo comes running in.
+
+"Marse Dick!" he cries, "Marse Satan he come in the pinnace, and young
+Marse Satan and Missis Satan, and Marse Satan's pastor!"
+
+"What the devil do you mean, Hugo?"
+
+"Young ebony's right, sir," chuckled Harvey; "'tis the devil and his
+following."
+
+"Do you mean Mr. Grafton, fellow?" I demanded, the unwelcome truth coming
+over me.
+
+"That he does," remarked Harvey, laconically. "You won't be wanting her
+now, your honour?"
+
+"Hold my stirrup," I cried, for the news had put me in anger. "Hold my
+stirrup, sirrah!"
+
+I believe I took Firefly the best of thirty miles that afternoon and
+brought her back in the half-light, my saddle discoloured with her sweat.
+I clanked into the hall like a captain of horse. The night was sharp
+with the first touch of autumn, and a huge backlog lay on the irons.
+Around it, in a comfortable half-circle sat our guests, Grafton and Mr.
+Allen and Philip smoking and drinking for a whet against supper, and Mrs.
+Grafton in my grandfather's chair. There was an easy air of possession
+about the party of them that they had never before assumed, and the sight
+made me rattle again, the big door behind me.
+
+"A surprise for you, my dear nephew," Grafton said gayly, "I'll, lay a
+puncheon you did, not, expect us."
+
+Mr. Carvel woke with a start at the sound of the door and said
+querulously, "Guests, my lord, and I have done my poor best to make them
+welcome in your absence."
+
+The sense of change in him stung me. How different would his tone have
+been a year ago!
+
+He tattooed with his cane, which was the sign he generally made when he
+was ready for bed. Toward night his speech would hurt him. I assisted
+him up, the stairs, my uncle taking his arm on the other side. And
+together, with Diomedes help; we undressed him, Grafton talking in low
+tomes the while: Since this was, an office I was wont to perform, my
+temper was now overwhelming me. But I kept my month closed. At last he
+had had the simple meal Dr. Leiden allowed him, his candles were snuffed,
+and my uncle and I made our way to the hall together: There my aunt and
+Mr. Allen were at picquet.
+
+"Supper is insupportably late," says she; with a yawn, and rings the
+hand-bell. "Scipio," she cries, "why are we not served?"
+
+I took a stride forward. But my uncle raised a restraining hand.
+
+"Caroline, remember that this is not our house," says he, reprovingly.
+
+There fell a deep silence; the log cracking; and just then the door swung
+on its hinges, and Mr. Starkie entered with the great bunch of keys in
+his hand.
+
+"The buildings are all secure; Mr. Richard," he said.
+
+"Very good, Starkie," I replied. I turned to Scipio, standing by the
+low-boy, his teeth, going like a castanet.
+
+"You may serve at the usual hour, Scipio," said I.
+
+Supper began stiff as a state banquet. My uncle was conciliatory, with
+the manners of a Crichton. My aunt, not having come from generations of
+silver and self-control, flatly in a bad humour. Mr. Allen talked from
+force of habit, being used to pay in such kind for his meals. But
+presently the madeira, warmed these two into a better spirit. I felt
+that I had victory on my side, and was nothing loth to join them at
+whist, Philip and I against the rector and my aunt, and won something
+like two pounds apiece from them. Grafton made it a rule never to play.
+
+The next morning, when I returned from my inspection, I found the rector
+and Philip had decamped with two of our choice horses, and that my uncle
+and aunt had commanded the barge, and gone to Mr. Lloyd's. I sent for
+Scipio.
+
+"Fore de Lawd, Marse Richard," he wailed, "'twan't Scipio's fault. Marse
+Grafton is dry fambly!" This was Scipio's strongest argument. "I jes'
+can't refuse one of de fambly, Marse Dick; and old Marse he say he too
+old now for quarrellin'."
+
+I saw that resistance was useless. There was nothing for it but to bide
+any time. And I busied myself with bills of cargo until I heard the
+horses on the drive. Mr. Allen and Philip came swaggering in, flushed
+with the exercise, and calling for punch, and I met them in the hall.
+
+"A word with you, Mr. Allen!" I called out.
+
+"A thousand, Mr. Richard, if you like," he said gayly, "as soon as this
+thirst of mine be quenched."
+
+I waited while he drained two glasses, when he followed me into the
+library, closing the door behind him.
+
+"Now, sir," I began, "though by a chance you are my mental and spiritual
+adviser, I intend speaking plain. For I know you to be one of the
+greatest rogues in the colony."
+
+I watched him narrowly the while, for I had some notion he might run me
+through. But I had misjudged him.
+
+"Speak plain, by all means," he replied; "but first let me ask for some
+tobacco."
+
+He filled the bowl of his pipe, and sat him down by the window. For the
+moment I was silent with sheer surprise.
+
+"You know I can't call you out," he went on, surrounding himself with
+clouds of smoke, "a lad of eighteen or so. And even if I could,
+I doubt whether I should. I like you, Richard," said he. "You are
+straight-spoken and commanding. In brief, sir, you are the kind of lad I
+should have been had not fate pushed me into a corner, and made me squirm
+for life's luxuries. I hate squirming as much as another. This is prime
+tobacco, Richard."
+
+He had come near disarming me; I was on the edge of a dangerous
+admiration for this man of the world, and for the life of me, I could not
+help liking him then. He had a fine presence, was undeniably handsome,
+and his riding clothes were of the latest London cut.
+
+"Are there not better methods for obtaining what you wish than those you
+practise?" I asked curiously.
+
+"No doubt," he answered carelessly; "but these are well enough, and
+shorter. You were about to do me the honour of a communication?"
+
+This brought me to my senses. I had, however, lost much of my heat in
+the interval.
+
+"I should like to know why you lied to Mr. Carvel about my convictions,
+Mr. Allen," I said. "I am not of the King's party now, and never shall
+be. And you know this better than another."
+
+"Those are strong words, Richard, my lad," said he, bringing his eyebrows
+together.
+
+"They are true words," I retorted. "Why did you lie, I say?"
+
+He said nothing for a while, but his breath came heavily.
+
+"I will pass it, I will pass it," he said at length, "but, by God! it is
+more than I have had to swallow in all my life before. Look at your
+grandfather, sir!" he cried; "behold him on the very brink of the grave,
+and ask me again why I lied to him! His hope of heaven is scarce less
+sacred to him than his love of the King, and both are so tightly wrapped
+about his heart that this knowledge of you would break it. Yes, break
+his heart, I say" (and he got to his legs), "and you would kill him for
+the sake of a boyish fancy!"
+
+I knew he was acting, as well as though he had climbed upon the table and
+said it. And yet he had struck the very note of my own fears, and hit
+upon the one reason why I had not confessed lung ago.
+
+"There is more you might have said, Mr. Allen," I remarked presently;
+"you have a cause for keeping me under your instruction, and that is
+behind all."
+
+He gave me a strange look.
+
+"You are too acute by far," said he; "your imagination runs with you.
+I have said I like you, and I can teach you classics as well as another.
+Is it not enough to admit that the money I get for your instruction keeps
+me in champagne?"
+
+"No, it is not enough," I said stoutly.
+
+"Then you must guess again, my lad," he answered with a laugh, and left
+the room with the easy grace that distinguished him.
+
+There was armed peace the rest of my uncle's visit. They departed on the
+third day. My Aunt Caroline, when she was not at picquet with Mr. Allen
+or quarrelling with Mrs. Willis or with Grafton himself, yawned without
+cessation. She declared in one of her altercations with her lord and
+master that she would lose her wits were they to remain another day, a
+threat that did not seem to move Grafton greatly. Philip ever maintained
+the right to pitch it on the side of his own convenience, and he chose in
+this instance to come to the rescue of his dear mamma, and turned the
+scales in her favour. He was pleased to characterize the Hall as
+insupportable, and vowed that his clothes would be out of fashion
+before they reached Rousby Hall, their next stopping-place. To do Philip
+justice, he was more honest a rascal than his father, though I am of the
+opinion that he had not the brain for great craft. And he had drawn from
+his mother a love of baubles which kept his mind from scheming. He had
+little to say to me, and I less to him.
+
+Grafton, as may be supposed, made me distinct advances before his
+departure, perceiving the unwisdom of antagonizing me unnecessarily. He
+had the imprudence once to ask of me the facts and figures of the estate;
+and tho' 'twas skilfully done by contrasting his own crops in Kent, you
+may be sure I was on my guard, and that he got nothing.
+
+I was near forgetting an incident of their visit which I afterwards had
+good cause to remember. The morning of my talk with Mr. Allen I went to
+the stables to see how he had used Cynthia, and found old Harvey wiping
+her down, and rumbling the while like a crater.
+
+"What think you of the rector as a representative of heaven, Harvey?" I
+asked.
+
+"Him a representative of heaven!" he snorted; "I've heard tell of rotten
+boroughs, and I'm thinking Mr. Allen will be standing for one. What be
+him and Mr. Grafton a-doing here, sir, plotting all kinds o' crime while
+the old gentleman's nigh on his back?"
+
+"Plotting?" I said, catching at the word.
+
+"Ay, plotting," repeated Harvey, casting his cloth away; "murder and all
+the crimes in the calendar, I take it. I hear him and Mr. Grafton among
+the stalls this morning, and when they sees me they look like Knipe,
+here, caught with a fowl."
+
+"And what were they saying?" I demanded.
+
+"Saying! God only knows their wickedness. I got the words 'Upper
+Marlboro' and 'South River' and 'next voyage,' and that profligate rector
+wanted to know as to how 'Griggs was reliable.'"
+
+I thought no more of it at the time, believing it to be some of the small
+rascalities they were forever at. But that name of Griggs (why, the
+powers only know) stuck in my mind to turn up again.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+THE RED IN THE CARVEL BLOOD
+
+After that, when we went back to Annapolis for the winter, there was no
+longer any disguise between my tutor and myself. I was not of a mind to
+feign a situation that did not exist, nor to permit him to do so. I gave
+him to understand that tho' I went to him for instruction, 'twas through
+no fault of mine. That I would learn what I pleased and do what pleased
+me. And the rector, a curse upon him, seemed well content with that; nor
+could I come at his devil's reason far wanting me, save for the money,
+as he had declared. There were days when he and I never touched a hook,
+both being out of humour for study, when he told me yarns of Frederick of
+Prussia and his giant guard, of Florence and of Venice, and of the court
+of his Holiness of Rome. For he had drifted about the earth like a
+log-end in the Atlantic, before his Lordship gave him his present berth.
+We passed, too, whole mornings at picquet, I learning enough of Horace to
+quote at the routs we both attended, but a deal more of kings and deuces.
+And as I may add, that he got no more of my money than did I of his.
+
+The wonder of it was that we never became friends. He was two men, this
+rector of St. Anne's, half of him as lovable as any I ever encountered.
+But trust him I never would, always meeting him on the middle ground; and
+there were times, after his talks with Grafton, when his eyes were like a
+cat's, and I was conscious of a sinister note in his dealing which put me
+on my guard.
+
+You will say, my dears, that some change had come over me, that I was no
+longer the same lad I have been telling you of.
+
+Those days were not these, yet I make no show of hiding or of palliation.
+Was it Dorothy's conduct that drove me? Not wholly. A wild red was ever
+in the Carvel blood, in Captain Jack, in Lionel, in the ancestor of King
+Charles's day, who fought and bled and even gambled for his king. And my
+grandfather knew this; he warned me, but he paid my debts. And I thank
+Heaven he felt that my heart was right.
+
+I was grown now, certainly in stature. And having managed one of the
+largest plantations in the province, I felt the man, as lads are wont
+after their first responsibilities. I commanded my wine at the Coffee
+House with the best of the bucks, and was made a member of the South
+River and Jockey clubs. I wore the clothes that came out to me from
+London, and vied in fashion with Dr. Courtenay and other macaronies.
+And I drove a carriage of mine own, the Carvel arms emblazoned thereon,
+and Hugo in the family livery.
+
+After a deal of thought upon the subject, I decided, for a while at
+least, to show no political leanings at all. And this was easier of
+accomplishment than you may believe, for at that time in Maryland Tory
+and Whig were amiable enough, and the young gentlemen of the first
+families dressed alike and talked alike at the parties they both
+attended. The non-importation association had scarce made itself felt in
+the dress of society. Gentlemen of degree discussed differences amicably
+over their decanters. And only on such occasions as Mr. Hood's return,
+and the procession of the Lower House through the streets, and the
+arrival of the Good Intent, did high words arise among the quality. And
+it was because class distinctions were so strongly marked that it took so
+long to bring loyalists and patriots of high rank to the sword's point.
+
+I found time to manage such business affairs of Mr. Carvel's as he could
+not attend to himself. Grafton and his family dined in Marlboro' Street
+twice in the week; my uncle's conduct toward me was the very soul of
+consideration, and he compelled that likewise from his wife and his son.
+So circumspect was he that he would have fooled one who knew him a whit
+less than I. He questioned me closely upon my studies, and in my
+grandfather's presence I was forced to answer. And when the rector came
+to dine and read to Mr. Carvel, my uncle catechised him so searchingly on
+my progress that he was pushed to the last source of his ingenuity for
+replies. More than once was I tempted to blurt out the whole wretched
+business, for I well understood there was some deep game between him and
+Grafton. In my uncle's absence, my aunt never lost a chance for an
+ill-natured remark upon Patty, whom she had seen that winter at the
+assemblies and elsewhere. And she deplored the state our people of
+fashion were coming to, that they allowed young girls without family to
+attend their balls.
+
+"But we can expect little else, father," she would say to Mr. Carvel
+nodding in his chair, "when some of our best families openly espouse the
+pernicious doctrines of republicanism. They are gone half mad over that
+Wilkes who should have been hung before this. Philip, dear, pour the
+wine for your grandfather."
+
+Miss Patty had been well received. I took her to her first assembly,
+where her simple and unassuming ways had made her an instant favourite;
+and her face, which had the beauty of dignity and repose even so early in
+life, gained her ample attention. I think she would have gone but little
+had not her father laughed her out of some of her domesticity. No longer
+at Sunday night supper in Gloucester Street was the guest seat empty.
+There was more than one guest seat now, and the honest barrister himself
+was the most pleased at the change. As I took my accustomed place on the
+settle cushion,--Patty's first embroidery,--he would cry:
+
+"Heigho, Richard, our little Miss Prim hath become a belle. And I must
+have another clerk now to copy out my briefs, and a housekeeper soon, i'
+faith."
+
+Patty would never fail to flush up at the words, and run to perch on her
+father's knee and put her hand over his mouth.
+
+"How can you, Mr. Swain?" says she; "how can you, when 'tis you and
+mother, and Richard here, who make me go into the world? You know I
+would a thousand times rather bake your cakes and clean your silver!
+But you will not hear of it."
+
+"Fie!" says the barrister. "Listen to her, Richard! And yet she will
+fly up the stairs to don a fine gown at the first rap of the knocker.
+Oh, the wenches, the wenches! Are they not all alike, mother?"
+
+"They have changed none since I was a lass," replies the quiet invalid,
+with a smile. "And you should know what I was, Henry."
+
+"I know!" cries he; "none better. Well I recall the salmon and white
+your mother gave you before I came to Salem." He sighed and then laughed
+at the recollection. "And when this strapping young Singleton comes,
+Richard, 'twould do you good to be hiding there in that cupboard,--and it
+would hold you,--and count the seconds until Miss Prim has her skirt in
+her hand and her foot on the lower step. And yet how innocent is she now
+before you and me."
+
+Here he would invariably be smothered.
+
+"Percy Singleton!" says Patty, with a fine scorn; "'twill be Mr.
+Eglinton, the curate, next."
+
+"This I know," says her father, slapping me on the shoulder, "this I
+know, that you are content to see Richard without primping."
+
+"But I have known Richard since I was six," says she. "Richard is one
+of the family. There is no need of disguise from him."
+
+I thought, ruefully enough, that it seemed my fate to be one of the
+family everywhere I went.
+
+And just then, as if in judgment, the gate snapped and the knocker
+sounded, and Patty leaped down with a blush. "What said I say?" cries
+the barrister. "I have not seen human nature in court for naught. Run,
+now," says he, pinching her cheek as she stood hesitating whether to fly
+or stay; "run and put on the new dress I have bought you. And Richard
+and I will have a cup of ale in the study."
+
+The visitor chanced to be Will Fotheringay that time. He was not the
+only one worn out with the mad chase in Prince George Street, and
+preferred a quiet evening with a quiet beauty to the crowded lists of
+Miss Manners. Will declared that the other gallants were fools over the
+rare touch of blue in the black hair: give him Miss Swain's, quoth he,
+lifting his glass,--hers was; the colour of a new sovereign. Will was
+not, the only one. But I think Percy Singleton was the best of them all,
+tho' Patty ridiculed him--every chance she got, and even to his face.
+So will: the best-hearted and soberest of women play the coquette.
+Singleton was rather a reserved young Englishman of four and twenty,
+who owned a large estate in Talbot which he was laying out with great
+success. Of a Whig family in the old country, he had been drawn to that
+party in the new, and so, had made Mr. Swain's acquaintance. The next
+step in his fortunes was to fall in love with Patty, which was natural
+enough. Many a night that winter I walked with him from Gloucester
+Street to the Coffee House, to sit an hour over, a battle. And there
+Master Tom and Dr. Hamilton, and other gay macaronies would sometimes
+join us. Singleton had a greater contempt for Tom than I, but bore with
+him for his sister's sake. For Tom, in addition to his other follies,
+was become an open loyalist, and never missed his Majesty's health,
+though he knew no better than my Hugo the question at issue. 'Twas not
+zeal for King George, however, that made him drunk at one of the
+assemblies, and forced his sister to leave in the midst of a dance for
+very shame.
+
+"Oh, Richard, is, there not something you can do?" she cried, when, I had
+got her back in the little parlour in Gloucester Street; "father has
+argued and, pleaded and threatened in vain. I thought,--I thought
+perhaps you might help him."
+
+"I think I am not one to preach, or to boast," I replied soberly.
+
+"Yes," said she, looking grave; "I know you are wilder than you used to
+be; that you play more than you ought, and higher than you ought."
+
+I was silent.
+
+"And I suspect at whose door it lies," said she.
+
+"'Tis in the blood, Patty," I answered.
+
+She glanced at me quickly.
+
+"I know you better than you think," she said. "But Tom has not your
+excuse. And if he had only your faults I would say nothing. He does not
+care for those he should, and he is forever in the green-room of the
+theatre."
+
+I made haste to change the subject, and to give her what comfort I might;
+for she was sobbing before she finished. And the next day I gave Tom a
+round talking-to for having so little regard for his sister, the hem of
+whose skirt he was not worthy to touch. He took it meekly enough, with a
+barrel of pat excuses to come after. And he asked me to lend him my
+phaeton, that he might go a-driving with Miss Crane, of the theatrical
+company, to Round Bay!
+
+Meanwhile I saw Miss Manners more frequently than was good for my peace
+of mind, and had my turn as her partner at the balls. But I could not
+bring myself to take third or fourth rank in the army that attended her.
+I, who had been her playmate, would not become her courtier. Besides, I
+had not the wit.
+
+Was it strange that Dr. Courtenay should pride himself upon the discovery
+of a new beauty? And in the Coffee House, and in every drawing-room in
+town, prophesy for her a career of conquest such as few could boast?
+She was already launched upon that career. And rumour had it that Mr.
+Marmaduke was even then considering taking her home to London, where the
+stage was larger and the triumph greater. Was it surprising that the
+Gazette should contain a poem with the doctor's well-known ear-marks upon
+it? It set the town a-wagging, and left no room for doubt as to who had
+inspired it.
+
+       "Sweet Pandora, tho' formed of Clay,
+        Was fairer than the Light of Day.
+        By Venus learned in Beauty's Arts,
+        And destined thus to conquer Hearts.
+        A Goddess of this Town, I ween,
+        Fair as Pandora, scarce Sixteen,
+        Is destined, e'en by Jove's Command,
+        To conquer all of Maryland.
+        Oh, Bachelors, play have a Care,
+        For She will all your Hearts ensnare."
+
+So it ran. I think, if dear Mrs. Manners could have had her way, Dolly
+would have passed that year at a certain young ladies' school in New
+York. But Mr. Marmaduke's pride in his daughter's beauty got the better
+of her. The strut in his gait became more marked the day that poem
+appeared, and he went to the Coffee House both morning and evening,
+taking snuff to hide his emotions when Miss Manners was spoken of; and he
+was perceived by many in Church Street arm in arm with Dr. Courtenay
+himself.
+
+As you may have imagined before now, the doctor's profession was leisure,
+not medicine. He had known ambition once, it was said, and with reason,
+for he had studied surgery in Germany for the mere love of the science.
+After which, making the grand tour in France and Italy, he had taken up
+that art of being a gentleman in which men became so proficient in
+my young days. He had learned to speak French like a Parisian, had
+hobnobbed with wit and wickedness from Versailles to Rome, and then had
+come back to Annapolis to set the fashions and to spend the fortune his
+uncle lately had left him. He was our censor of beauty, and passed
+judgment upon all young ladies as they stepped into the arena. To be
+noticed by him meant success; to be honoured in the Gazette was to be
+crowned at once a reigning belle. The chord of his approval once set
+a-vibrating, all minor chords sang in harmony. And it was the doctor who
+raised the first public toast to Miss Manners. Alas! I might have known
+it would be so!
+
+But Miss Dorothy was not of a nature to remain dependent upon a censor's
+favour. The minx deported herself like any London belle of experience,
+as tho' she had known the world from her cradle. She was not to be
+deceived by the face value of the ladies' praises, nor rebuffed
+unmercifully by my Aunt Caroline, who had held the sceptre in the absence
+of a younger aspirant. The first time these ladies clashed, which was
+not long in coming, my aunt met with a wit as sharp again as her own, and
+never afterwards essayed an open tilt. The homage of men Dolly took as
+Caesar received tribute, as a matter of course. The doctor himself rode
+to the races beside the Manners coach, leaning gallantly over the door.
+My lady held court in her father's box, received and dismissed, smiled
+and frowned, with Courtenay as her master of ceremonies. Mr. Dulany was
+one of the presidents of the Jockey Club that year, and his horse winning
+the honours he presented her with his colours, scarlet and white, which
+she graciously wore. The doctor swore he would import a horse the next
+season on the chance of the privilege. My aunt was furious. I have
+never mentioned her beauty because I never could see it. 'Twas a coarser
+type than attracted me. She was then not greatly above six and thirty,
+appearing young for that age, and she knew the value of lead in judicious
+quantity. At that meet gentlemen came to her box only to tally of Miss
+Manners, to marvel that one so young could have the 'bel air', to praise
+her beauty and addresse, or to remark how well Mr. Durlany's red and
+white became her. With all of which Mrs. Grafton was fain to agree, and
+must even excel, until her small stock of patience was exhausted. To add
+to her chagrin my aunt lost a pretty sum to the rector by Mr. Dulany's
+horse. I came upon her after the race trying to coax her head-dress,
+through her coach door, Mr. Allen having tight hold of her hand the
+while.
+
+"And so he thinks he has found a divinity, does: he?" I overheard her
+saying: "I, for one, am heartily sick of Dr. Courtenay's motions. Were
+he, to choose, a wench out of the King's passengers I'd warrant our
+macaronies to compose odes to her eyebrows." And at that moment
+perceiving me she added, "Why so disconsolate, my dear nephew? Miss
+Dolly is the craze now, and will last about as long as another of the
+doctor's whims. And then you shall have her to yourself."
+
+"A pretty woman is ever the fashion, Aunt Caroline," I said.
+
+"Hoity-toity," returned my aunt, who had by then succeeded in getting her
+head-gear safe within; "the fashion, yes until a prettier comes along."
+
+"There is small danger of that for the present," I said, smiling: "Surely
+you can find no fault with this choice!"
+
+"Gadzooks! If I were blind, sir, I think I might!" she cried
+unguardedly.
+
+"I will not dispute that, Aunt Caroline," I answered.
+
+And as I rode off I heard her giving directions in no mild tone to the
+coachman through Mr. Allen.
+
+Perchance you did not know, my dears, that Annapolis had the first
+theatre in all the colonies. And if you care to search through the heap
+of Maryland Gazettes in the garret, I make no doubt you will come across
+this announcement for a certain night in the spring of the year 1769:
+
+       By Permission of his Excellency, the Governor,
+          at the New Theatre in Annapolis,
+      by the American Company of Comedians, on Monday
+    next, being the 22nd of this Instant, will be performed
+
+              ROMEO AND JULIET.
+
+      (Romeo by a young Gentleman for his Diversion.)
+            Likewise the Farce called
+
+              MISS IN HER TEENS.
+
+      To begin precisely at Seven of the Clock. Tickets
+    to be had at the Printing Office. Box 10s. Pit 1s 6d.
+       No Person to be admitted behind the Scenes.
+
+
+The gentleman to perform Romeo was none other than Dr. Courtenay himself.
+He had a gentlemanly passion for the stage, as was the fashion in those
+days, and had organized many private theatricals. The town was in a
+ferment over the event, boxes being taken a week ahead. The doctor
+himself writ the epilogue, to be recited by the beautiful Mrs. Hallam,
+who had inspired him the year before to compose that famous poem
+beginning:
+
+          "Around her see the Graces play,
+          See Venus' Wanton doves,
+          And in her Eye's Pellucid Ray
+          See little Laughing Loves.
+          Ye gods! 'Tis Cytherea's Face."
+
+
+You may find that likewise in Mr. Green's newspaper.
+
+The new theatre was finished in West Street that spring, the old one
+having proven too small for our gay capital. 'Twas then the best in the
+New World, the censor having pronounced it far above any provincial
+playhouse he had seen abroad. The scenes were very fine, the boxes
+carved and gilded in excellent good taste, and both pit and gallery
+commodious. And we, too, had our "Fops' Alley," where our macaronies
+ogled the fair and passed from box to box.
+
+For that night of nights when the doctor acted I received an invitation
+from Dolly to Mr. Marmaduke's box, and to supper afterward in Prince
+George Street. When I arrived, the playhouse was lit with myriad
+candles,--to be snuffed save the footlights presently,--and the tiers
+were all brilliant with the costumes of ladies and gentlemen. Miss
+Tayloe and Miss Dulany were of our party, with Fitzhugh and Worthington,
+and Mr. Manners for propriety. The little fop spent his evening, by the
+way, in a box opposite, where my Aunt Caroline gabbled to him and Mr.
+Allen during the whole performance. My lady got more looks than any in
+the house. She always drew admiration; indeed, but there had been much
+speculation of late whether she favoured Dr. Courtenay or Fitzhugh, and
+some had it that the doctor's acting would decide between the two.
+
+When Romeo came upon the stage he was received with loud applause. But
+my lady showed no interest,--not she, while the doctor fervently recited,
+"Out of her favour, where I am in love." In the first orchard scene,
+with the boldness of a practised lover, he almost ignored Mrs. Hallam
+in the balcony. It seemed as though he cast his burning words and
+languishing glances at my lady in the box, whereupon there was a deal of
+nudging round about. Miss asked for her smelling salts, and declared the
+place was stifling. But I think if the doctor had cherished a hope of
+her affections he lost it when he arrived at the lines, "She speaks, yet
+she says nothing." At that unhappy moment Miss Dorothy was deep in
+conversation with Fitzhugh, the audible titter in the audience arousing
+her. How she reddened when she perceived the faces turned her way!
+
+"What was it, Betty?" she demanded quickly.
+
+But Betty was not spiteful, and would not tell. Fitzhugh himself
+explained, and to his sorrow, for during the rest of the evening she
+would have nothing to do with him. Presently she turned to me. Glancing
+upward to where Patty leaned on the rail between Will Fotheringay and
+Singleton, she whispered:
+
+"I wonder you can sit here so quiet, Richard. You are showing a deal of
+self-denial."
+
+"I am happy enough," I answered, surprised.
+
+"I hear you have a rival," says she.
+
+"I know I have a dozen," I answered.
+
+"I saw Percy Singleton walking with her in Mr. Galloway's fields but
+yesterday," said Dolly, "and as they came out upon the road they looked
+as guilty as if I had surprised them arm in arm."
+
+Now that she should think I cared for Patty never entered my head. I was
+thrown all in a heap.
+
+"You need not be so disturbed," whispers my lady. "Singleton has a
+crooked mouth, and I credit Patty with ample sense to choose between you.
+I adore her, Richard. I wish I had her sweet ways."
+
+"But," I interrupted, when I was somewhat recovered, "why should you
+think me in love with Patty? I have never been accused of that before."
+
+"Oh, fie! You deny her?" says Dolly. "I did not think that of you,
+Richard."
+
+"You should know better," I replied, with some bitterness.
+
+We were talking in low tones, Dolly with her head turned from the stage,
+whence the doctor was flinging his impassioned speeches in vain. And
+though the light fell not upon her face, I seemed to feel her looking me
+through and through.
+
+"You do not care for Patty?" she whispered. And I thought a quiver of
+earnestness was in her voice. Her face was so close to mine that her
+breath fanned my cheek.
+
+"No," I said. "Why do you ask me? Have I ever been one to make
+pretences?"
+
+She turned away.
+
+"But you," I said, bending to her ear, "is it Fitzhugh, Dorothy?"
+
+I heard her laugh softly.
+
+"No," said she, "I thought you might divine, sir."
+
+Was it possible? And yet she had played so much with me that I dared not
+risk the fire. She had too many accomplished gallants at her feet to
+think of Richard, who had no novelty and no wit. I sat still, barely
+conscious of the rising and falling voices beyond the footlights, feeling
+only her living presence at my side. She spoke not another word until
+the playhouse servants had relighted the chandeliers, and Dr. Courtenay
+came in, flushed with triumph, for his mead of praise.
+
+"And how went it, Miss Manners?" says he, very confident.
+
+"Why, you fell over the orchard wall, doctor," retorts my lady. "La!
+I believe I could have climbed it better myself."
+
+And all he got was a hearty laugh for his pains, Mr. Marmaduke joining in
+from the back of the box. And the story was at the Coffee House early on
+the morrow.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+A FESTIVAL AND A PARTING
+
+My grandfather and I were seated at table together. It was early June,
+the birds were singing in the garden, and the sweet odours of the flowers
+were wafted into the room.
+
+"Richard," says he, when Scipio had poured his claret, "my illness
+cheated you out of your festival last year. I dare swear you deem
+yourself too old for birthdays now."
+
+I laughed.
+
+"So it is with lads," said Mr. Carvel; "they will rush into manhood as
+heedless as you please. Take my counsel, boy, and remain young. Do not
+cross the bridge before you have to. And I have been thinking that we
+shall have your fete this year, albeit you are grown, and Miss Dolly is
+the belle of the province. 'Tis like sunshine into my old heart to see
+the lads and lasses again, and to hear the merry, merry fiddling. I will
+have his new Excellency, who seems a good and a kindly man, and Lloyd and
+Tilghman and Dulany and the rest, with their ladies, to sit with me. And
+there will be plenty of punch and syllabub and sangaree, I warrant; and
+tarts and jellies and custards, too, for the misses. Ring for Mrs.
+Willis, my son."
+
+Willis came with her curtsey to the old gentleman, who gave his order
+then and there. He never waited for a fancy of this kind to grow cold.
+
+"We shall all be children again, on that day, Mrs. Willis," says he.
+"And I catch any old people about, they shall be thrust straight in the
+town stocks, i' faith."
+
+Willis made another curtsey.
+
+"We missed it sorely, last year, please your honour," says she, and
+departs smiling.
+
+"And you shall have your Patty Swain, Richard," Mr. Carvel continued.
+"Do you mind how you once asked the favour of inviting her in the place
+of a present? Oons! I loved you for that, boy. 'Twas like a Carvel.
+And I love that lass, Whig or no Whig. 'Pon my soul, I do. She hath
+demureness and dignity, and suits me better than yon whimsical baggage
+you are all mad over. I'll have Mr. Swain beside me, too. I'll warrant
+I'd teach his daughter loyalty in a day, and I had again your years and
+your spirit!"
+
+I have but to close my eyes, and my fancy takes me back to that birthday
+festival. Think of it, my dears! Near threescore years are gone since
+then, when this old man you call grandfather, and some--bless
+me!--great-grandfather, was a lusty lad like Comyn here. But his hand is
+steady as he writes these words and his head clear, because he hath not
+greatly disabused that life which God has given him.
+
+How can I, tho' her face and form are painted on my memory, tell you what
+fair, pert Miss Dorothy was at that time'! Ay, I know what you would
+say: that Sir Joshua's portrait hangs above, executed but the year after,
+and hung at the second exhibition of the Royal Academy. As I look upon
+it now, I say that no whit of its colour is overcharged. And there is
+likewise Mr. Peale's portrait, done much later. I answer that these
+great masters have accomplished what poor, human art can do. But Nature
+hath given us a better picture. "Come hither, Bess! Yes, truly, you
+have Dolly's hair, with the very gloss upon it. But fashions have
+changed, my child, and that is not as Dolly wore it." Whereupon Bess
+goes to the portrait, and presently comes back to give me a start.
+And then we go hand in hand up the stairs of Calvert House even to the
+garret, where an old cedar chest is laid away under the eaves. Bess,
+the minx, well knows it, and takes out a prim little gown with the white
+fading yellow, and white silk mits without fingers, and white stockings
+with clocks, and a gauze cap, with wings and streamers, that sits saucily
+on the black locks; and the lawn-embroidered apron; and such dainty,
+high-heeled slippers with the pearls still a-glisten upon the buckles.
+Away she flies to put them on. And then my heart gives a leap to see my
+Dorothy back again,--back again as she was that June afternoon we went
+together to my last birthday party, her girlish arms bare to the elbow,
+and the lace about her slender throat. Yes, Bess hath the very tilt of
+her chin, the regal grace of that slim figure, and the deep blue eyes.
+
+"Grandfather, dear, you are crushing the gown!"
+
+And so the fire is not yet gone out of this old frame.
+
+Ah, yes, there they are again, those unpaved streets of old Annapolis
+arched with great trees on either side. And here is Dolly, holding her
+skirt in one hand and her fan in the other, and I in a brave blue coat,
+and pumps with gold buttons, and a cocked hat of the newest fashion.
+I had met her leaning over the gate in Prince George Street. And, what
+was strange for her, so deep in thought that she jumped when I spoke her
+name.
+
+"Dorothy, I have come for you to walk to the party, as we used when we
+were children."
+
+"As we used when we were children!" cried she. And flinging wide the
+gate, stretched out her hand for me to take. "And you are eighteen years
+to-day! It seems but last year when we skipped hand in hand to Marlboro'
+Street with Mammy Lucy behind us. Are you coming, mammy?" she called.
+
+"Yes, mistis, I'se comin'," said a voice from behind the golden-rose
+bushes, and out stepped Aunt Lucy in a new turban, making a curtsey to
+me. "La, Marse Richard!" said she, "to think you'se growed to be a
+fine gemman! 'Taint but t'other day you was kissin' Miss Dolly on de
+plantation."
+
+"It seems longer than that to me, Aunt Lucy," I answered, laughing at
+Dolly's blushes.
+
+"You have too good a memory, mammy," said my lady, withdrawing her
+fingers from mine.
+
+"Bress you, honey! De ole woman doan't forgit some things."
+
+And she fell back to a respectful six paces.
+
+"Those were happy times," said Dorothy. Then the little sigh became a
+laugh. "I mean to enjoy myself to-day, Richard. But I fear I shall not
+see as much of you as I used. You are old enough to play the host, now."
+
+"You shall see as much as you will."
+
+"Where have you been of late, sir? In Gloucester Street?"
+
+"'Tis your own fault, Dolly. You are changeable as the sky,--to-day
+sunny, and to-morrow cold. I am sure of my welcome in Gloucester
+Street."
+
+She tripped a step as we turned the corner, and came closer to my side.
+
+"You must learn to take me as you find me, dear Richard. To-day I am in
+a holiday humour."
+
+Some odd note in her tone troubled me, and I glanced at her quickly. She
+was a constant wonder and puzzle to me. After that night at the theatre
+my hopes had risen for the hundredth time, but I had gone to Prince
+George Street on the morrow to meet another rebuff--and Fitzhugh. So I
+had learned to interpret her by other means than words, and now her mood
+seemed reckless rather than merry.
+
+"Are you not happy, Dolly?" I asked abruptly.
+
+She laughed. "What a silly question!" she said. "Why do you ask?"
+
+"Because I believe you are not."
+
+In surprise she looked up at me, and then down at the pearls upon her
+satin slippers.
+
+"I am going with you to your birthday festival, Richard. Could we wish
+for more? I am as happy as you."
+
+"That may well be, for I might be happier."
+
+Again her eyes met mine, and she hummed an air. So we came to the gate,
+beside which stood Diomedes and Hugo in the family claret-red. A coach
+was drawn up, and another behind it, and we went down the leafy walk in
+the midst of a bevy of guests.
+
+We have no such places nowadays, my dears, as was my grandfather's. The
+ground between the street and the brick wall in the rear was a great
+stretch, as ample in acreage as many a small country-place we have in
+these times. The house was on the high land in front, hedged in by old
+trees, and thence you descended by stately tiers until you came to the
+level which held the dancers. Beyond that, and lower still, a lilied
+pond widened out of the sluggish brook with a cool and rustic
+spring-house at one end. The spring-house was thatched, with windows
+looking out upon the water. Long after, when I went to France, I was
+reminded of the shy beauty of this part of my old home by the secluded
+pond of the Little Trianon. So was it that King Louis's Versailles had
+spread its influence a thousand leagues to our youthful continent.
+
+My grandfather sat in his great chair on the sward beside the fiddlers,
+his old friends gathering around him, as in former years.
+
+"And this is the miss that hath already broken half the bachelor hearts
+in town!" said he, gayly. "What was my prediction, Miss Dolly, when you
+stepped your first dance at Carvel Hall?"
+
+"Indeed, you do me wrong, Mr. Carvel!"
+
+"And I were a buck, you would not break mine, I warrant, unless it were
+tit for tat," said my grandfather; thereby putting me to more confusion
+than Dolly, who laughed with the rest.
+
+"'Tis well to boast, Mr. Carvel, when we are out of the battle," cried
+Mr. Lloyd.
+
+Dolly was carried off immediately, as I expected. The doctor and
+Worthington and Fitzhugh were already there, and waiting. I stood by Mr.
+Carvel's chair, receiving the guests, and presently came Mr. Swain and
+Patty.
+
+"Heigho!" called Mr. Carvel, when he saw her; "here is the young lady
+that hath my old affections. You are right welcome, Mr. Swain. Scipio,
+another chair! 'Tis not over the wall any more, Miss Patty, with our
+flowered India silk. But I vow I love you best with your etui."
+
+Patty, too, was carried off, for you may be sure that Will Fotheringay
+and Singleton were standing on one foot and then the other, waiting for
+Mr. Carvel to have done. Next arrived my aunt, in a wide calash and a
+wider hoop, her stays laced so that she limped, and her hair wonderfully
+and fearfully arranged by her Frenchman. Neither she nor Grafton was
+slow to shower congratulations upon my grandfather and myself. Mr.
+Marmaduke went through the ceremony after them. Dorothy's mother drew me
+aside. As long as I could remember her face had been one that revealed a
+life's disappointment. But to-day I thought it bore a trace of a deeper
+anxiety.
+
+"How well I recall this day, eighteen years ago, Richard," she said.
+"And how proud your dear mother was that she had given a son to Captain
+Jack. She had prayed for a son. I hope you will always do your parents
+credit, my dear boy. They were both dear, dear friends of mine."
+
+My Aunt Caroline's harsher voice interrupted her.
+
+"Gadzooks, ma'am!" she cried, as she approached us, "I have never in my
+life laid eyes upon such beauty as your daughter's. You will have to
+take her home, Mrs. Manners, to do her justice. You owe it her, ma'am.
+Come, nephew, off with you, and head the minuet with Miss Dolly!"
+
+My grandfather was giving the word to the fiddlers. But whether a desire
+to cross my aunt held me back, or a sense of duty to greet the guests not
+already come, or a vague intuition of some impending news drawn from Mrs.
+Manners and Dorothy, I know not. Mr. Fitzhugh was easily persuaded to
+take my place, and presently I slipped unnoticed into a shaded seat on
+the side of the upper terrace, whence I could see the changing figures on
+the green. And I thought of the birthday festivals Dolly and I had spent
+here, almost since we were of an age to walk. Wet June days, when the
+broad wings of the house rang with the sound of silver laughter and
+pattering feet, and echoed with music from the hall; and merry June days,
+when the laughter rippled among the lilacs, and pansies and poppies and
+sweet peas were outshone by bright gowns and brighter faces. And then,
+as if to complete the picture of the past, my eye fell upon our mammies
+modestly seated behind the group of older people, Aunt Hester and Aunt
+Lucy, their honest, black faces aglow with such unselfish enjoyment as
+they alone could feel.
+
+How easily I marked Dorothy among the throng!
+
+Other girls found it hard to compress the spirits of youth within the
+dignity of a minuet, and thought of the childish romp of former years.
+Not so my lady. Long afterwards I saw her lead a ball with the first
+soldier and gentleman of the land, but on that Tuesday she carried
+herself full as well, so well that his Excellency and the gentlemen about
+him applauded heartily. As the strains died away and the couples moved
+off among the privet-lined paths, I went slowly down the terrace.
+Dorothy had come up to speak to her mother, Dr. Courtenay lingering
+impatient at her side. And though her colour glowed deeper, and the wind
+had loosed a wisp of her hair, she took his Excellency's compliments
+undisturbed. Colonel Sharpe, our former governor, who now made his home
+in the province, sat beside him.
+
+"Now where a-deuce were you, Richard?" said he. "You have missed as
+pleasing a sight as comes to a man in a lifetime. Why were you not here
+to see Miss Manners tread a minuet? My word! Terpsichore herself could
+scarce have made it go better."
+
+"I saw the dance, sir, from a safe distance," I replied.
+
+"I'll warrant!" said he, laughing, while Dolly shot me a wayward glance
+from under her long lashes. "I'll warrant your eyes were fast on her
+from beginning to end. Come, sir, confess!"
+
+His big frame shook with the fun of it, for none in the colony could be
+jollier than he on holiday occasions: and the group of ladies and
+gentlemen beside him caught the infection, so that I was sore put to it.
+
+"Will your Excellency confess likewise?" I demanded.
+
+"So I will, Richard, and make patent to all the world that she hath the
+remains of that shuttlecock, my heart."
+
+Up gets his Excellency (for so we still called him) and makes Dolly a low
+reverence, kissing the tips of her white fingers. My lady drops a mock
+curtsey in return.
+
+"Your Excellency can do no less than sue for a dance," drawled Dr.
+Courtenay.
+
+"And no more, I fear, sir, not being so nimble as I once was. I resign
+in your favour, doctor," said Colonel Sharpe.
+
+Dr. Courtenay made his bow, his hat tucked under his arm. But he had
+much to learn of Miss Manners if he thought that even one who had been
+governor of the province could command her. The music was just begun
+again, and I making off in the direction of Patty Swain, when I was
+brought up as suddenly as by a rope. A curl was upon Dorothy's lips.
+
+"The dance belongs to Richard, doctor," she said.
+
+"Egad, Courtenay, there you have a buffer!" cried Colonel Sharpe, as the
+much-discomfited doctor bowed with a very ill grace; while I, in no small
+bewilderment, walked off with Dorothy. And a parting shot of the
+delighted colonel brought the crimson to my face. Like the wind or April
+weather was my lady, and her ways far beyond such a great simpleton as I.
+
+"So I am ever forced to ask you to dance!" said Dolly.
+
+"What were you about, moping off alone, with a party in your
+honour, sir?"
+
+"I was watching you, as I told his Excellency."
+
+"Oh, fie!" she cried. "Why don't you assert yourself, Richard? There
+was a time when you gave me no peace."
+
+"And then you rebuked me for dangling," I retorted.
+
+Up started the music, the fiddlers bending over their bows with flushed
+faces, having dipped into the cool punch in the interval. Away flung my
+lady to meet Singleton, while I swung Patty, who squeezed my hand in
+return. And soon we were in the heat of it,--sober minuet no longer, but
+romp and riot, the screams of the lasses a-mingle with our own laughter,
+as we spun them until they were dizzy. My brain was a-whirl as well, and
+presently I awoke to find Dolly pinching my arm.
+
+"Have you forgotten me, Richard?" she whispered. "My other hand, sir.
+It is I down the middle."
+
+Down we flew between the laughing lines, Dolly tripping with her head
+high, and then back under the clasped hands in the midst of a fire of
+raillery. Then the music stopped. Some strange exhilaration was in
+Dorothy.
+
+"Do you remember the place where I used to play fairy godmother, and wind
+the flowers into my hair?" said she.
+
+What need to ask?
+
+"Come!" she commanded decisively.
+
+"With all my heart!" I exclaimed, wondering at this new caprice.
+
+"If we can but slip away unnoticed, they will never find us there," she
+said. And led the way herself, silent. At length we came to the damp
+shade where the brook dived under the corner of the wall. I stooped to
+gather the lilies of the valley, and she wove them into her hair as of
+old. Suddenly she stopped, the bunch poised in her hand.
+
+"Would you miss me if I went away, Richard?" she asked, in a low voice.
+
+"What do you mean, Dolly?" I cried, my voice failing. "Just that," said
+she.
+
+"I would miss you, and sorely, tho' you give me trouble enough."
+
+"Soon I shall not be here to trouble you, Richard. Papa has decided that
+we sail next week, on the Annapolis, for home."
+
+"Home!" I gasped. "England?"
+
+"I am going to make my bow to royalty," replied she, dropping a deep
+curtsey. "Your Majesty, this is Miss Manners, of the province of
+Maryland!"
+
+"But next week!" I repeated, with a blank face. "Surely you cannot be
+ready for the Annapolis!"
+
+"McAndrews has instructions to send our things after," said she. "There!
+You are the first person I have told. You should feel honoured, sir."
+
+I sat down upon the grass by the brook, and for the moment the sap of
+life seemed to have left me. Dolly continued to twine the flowers.
+Through the trees sifted the voices and the music, sounds of happiness
+far away. When I looked up again, she was gazing into the water.
+
+"Are you glad to go?" I asked.
+
+"Of course," answered the minx, readily. "I shall see the world, and
+meet people of consequence."
+
+"So you are going to England to meet people of consequence!" I cried
+bitterly.
+
+"How provincial you are, Richard! What people of consequence have we
+here? The Governor and the honourable members of his Council, forsooth!
+There is not a title save his Excellency's in our whole colony, and
+Virginia is scarce better provided."
+
+"In spite of my feeling I was fain to laugh at this, knowing well that
+she had culled it all from little Mr. Marmaduke himself.
+
+"All in good time," said I. "We shall have no lack of noted men
+presently."
+
+"Mere two-penny heroes," she retorted. "I know your great men, such as
+Mr. Henry and Dr. Franklin and Mr. Adams."
+
+I began pulling up the grass savagely by the roots.
+
+"I'll lay a hundred guineas you have no regrets at leaving any of us, my
+fine miss!" I cried, getting to my feet. "You would rather be a lady of
+fashion than have the love of an honest man,--you who have the hearts of
+too many as it is."
+
+Her eyes lighted, but with mirth. Laughing, she chose a little bunch of
+the lilies and worked them into my coat.
+
+"Richard, you silly goose!" she said; "I dote upon seeing you in a
+temper."
+
+I stood between anger and God knows what other feelings, now starting
+away, now coming back to her. But I always came back.
+
+"You have ever said you would marry an earl, Dolly," I said sadly.
+"I believe you do not care for any of us one little bit."
+
+She turned away, so that for the moment I could not see her face, then
+looked at me with exquisite archness over her shoulder. The low tones of
+her voice were of a richness indescribable. 'Twas seldom she made use of
+them.
+
+"You will be coming to Oxford, Richard."
+
+"I fear not, Dolly," I replied soberly. "I fear not, now. Mr. Carvel is
+too feeble for me to leave him."
+
+At that she turned to me, another mood coming like a gust of wind on the
+Chesapeake.
+
+"Oh, how I wish they were all like you!" she cried, with a stamp of her
+foot. "Sometimes I despise gallantry. I hate the smooth compliments of
+your macaronies. I thank Heaven you are big and honest and clumsy and--"
+
+"And what, Dorothy?" I asked, bewildered.
+
+"And stupid," said she. "Now take me back, sir."
+
+We had not gone thirty paces before we heard a hearty bass voice singing:
+
+       "'It was a lover and his lass,
+        With a hey, with a ho, with a hey nonino.'"
+
+And there was Colonel Sharpe, straying along among the privet hedges.
+
+
+And so the morning of her sailing came, so full of sadness for me. Why
+not confess, after nigh threescore years, that break of day found me
+pacing the deserted dock. At my back, across the open space, was the
+irregular line of quaint, top-heavy shops since passed away, their
+sightless windows barred by solid shutters of oak. The good ship
+Annapolis, which was to carry my playmate to broader scenes, lay among
+the shipping, in the gray roads just quickening with returning light.
+How my heart ached that morning none shall ever know. But, as the sun
+shot a burning line across the water, a new salt breeze sprang up and
+fanned a hope into flame. 'Twas the very breeze that was to blow Dorothy
+down the bay. Sleepy apprentices took down the shutters, and polished
+the windows until they shone again; and chipper Mr. Denton Jacques, who
+did such a thriving business opposite, presently appeared to wish me a
+bright good morning.
+
+I knew that Captain Waring proposed to sail at ten of the clock; but
+after breakfasting, I was of two minds whether to see the last of Miss
+Dorothy, foreseeing a levee in her honour upon the ship. And so it
+proved. I had scarce set out in a pungy from the dock, when I perceived
+a dozen boats about the packet; and when I thrust my shoulders through
+the gangway, there was the company gathered at the mainmast. They made a
+gay bit of colour,--Dr. Courtenay in a green coat laced with fine
+Mechlin, Fitzhugh in claret and silk stockings of a Quaker gray, and the
+other gentlemen as smartly drest. The Dulany girls and the Fotheringay
+girls, and I know not how many others, were there to see their friend off
+for home.
+
+In the midst of them was Dorothy, in a crimson silk capuchin, for we had
+had one of our changes of weather. It was she who spied me as I was
+drawing down the ladder again.
+
+"It is Richard!" I heard her cry. "He has come at last."
+
+I gripped the rope tightly, sprang to the deck, and faced her as she came
+out of the group, her lips parted, and the red of her cheeks vying with
+the hood she wore. I took her hand silently.
+
+"I had given you over, Richard," she said, her eyes looking reproachfully
+into mine. "Another ten minutes, and I should not have seen you."
+
+Indeed, the topsails were already off the caps, the captain on deck, and
+the men gathered at the capstan.
+
+"Have you not enough to wish you good-by, Dolly?" I asked.
+
+"There must be a score of them," said my lady, making a face. "But I
+wish to talk to you."
+
+Mr. Marmaduke, however, had no notion of allowing a gathering in his
+daughter's honour to be broken up. It had been wickedly said of him,
+when the news of his coming departure got around, that he feared Dorothy
+would fall in love with some provincial beau before he could get her
+within reach of a title. When he observed me talking to her, he hurried
+away from the friends come to see his wife (he had none himself), and
+seizing me by the arm implored me to take good care of my dear
+grandfather, and to write them occasionally of the state of his health,
+and likewise how I fared.
+
+"I think Dorothy will miss you more than any of them, Richard," said he.
+"Will you not, my dear?"
+
+But she was gone. I, too, left him without ceremony, to speak to Mrs.
+Manners, who was standing apart, looking shoreward. She started when I
+spoke, and I saw that tears were in her eyes.
+
+"Are you coming back soon, Mrs. Manners?" I asked.
+
+"Oh, Richard! I don't know," she answered, with a little choke in her
+voice. "I hope it will be no longer than a year, for we are leaving all
+we hold dear for a very doubtful pleasure."
+
+She bade me write to them, as Mr. Marmaduke had, only she was sincere.
+Then the mate came, with his hand to his cap, respectfully to inform
+visitors that the anchor was up and down. Albeit my spirits were low,
+'twas no small entertainment to watch the doctor and his rivals at their
+adieus. Courtenay had at his command an hundred subterfuges to outwit
+his fellows, and so manoeuvred that he was the last of them over the
+side. As for me, luckily, I was not worth a thought. But as the doctor
+leaned over her hand, I vowed in my heart that if Dorothy was to be
+gained only in such a way I would not stoop to it. And in my heart I
+doubted it. I heard Dr. Courtenay hint, looking meaningly at her cloak,
+that some of his flowers would not have appeared amiss there.
+
+"Why, doctor," says my lady aloud, with a side glance at me, "the wisdom
+of Solomon might not choose out of twenty baskets."
+
+And this was all the thanks he got for near a boat-load of roses! When
+at length the impatient mate had hurried him off, Dolly turned to me. It
+was not in me to say more than:
+
+"Good-by, Dorothy. And do not forget your old playmate. He will never
+forget you."
+
+We stood within the gangway. With a quick movement she threw open her
+cloak, and pinned to her gown I saw a faded bunch of lilies of the
+valley.
+
+I had but the time to press her hand. The boatswain's pipe whistled, and
+the big ship was already sliding in the water as I leaped into my pungy,
+which Hugo was holding to the ladder. We pulled off to where the others
+waited.
+
+But the Annapolis sailed away down the bay, and never another glimpse we
+caught of my lady.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+NEWS FROM A FAR COUNTRY
+
+If perchance, my dears, there creeps into this chronicle too much of an
+old man's heart, I know he will be forgiven. What life ever worth living
+has been without its tender attachment? Because, forsooth, my hair is
+white now, does Bess flatter herself I do not know her secret? Or does
+Comyn believe that these old eyes can see no farther than the spectacles
+before them? Were it not for the lovers, my son, satins and broadcloths
+had never been invented. And were it not for the lovers, what joys and
+sorrows would we lack in our lives!
+
+That was a long summer indeed. And tho' Wilmot House was closed, I often
+rode over of a morning when the dew was on the grass. It cheered me to
+smoke a pipe with old McAndrews, Mr. Manners's factor, who loved to talk
+of Miss Dorothy near as much as I. He had served her grandfather, and
+people said that had it not been for McAndrews, the Manners fortune had
+long since been scattered, since Mr. Marmaduke knew nothing of anything
+that he should. I could not hear from my lady until near the first of
+October, and so I was fain to be content with memories--memories and hard
+work. For I had complete charge of the plantation now.
+
+My Uncle Grafton came twice or thrice, but without his family, Aunt
+Caroline and Philip having declared their independence. My uncle's
+manner to me was now of studied kindness, and he was at greater pains
+than before to give me no excuse for offence. I had little to say to
+him. He spent his visits reading to Mr. Carvel, who sat in his chair all
+the day long. Mr. Allen came likewise, to perform the same office.
+
+My contempt for the rector was grown more than ever. On my grandfather's
+account, however, I refrained from quarrelling with him. And, when we
+were alone, my plain speaking did not seem to anger him, or affect him in
+any way. Others came, too. Such was the affection Mr. Carvel's friends
+bore him that they did not desert him when he was no longer the companion
+he had been in former years. We had more company than the summer before.
+
+In the autumn a strange thing happened. When we had taken my grandfather
+to the Hall in June, his dotage seemed to settle upon him. He became a
+trembling old man, at times so peevish that we were obliged to summon
+with an effort what he had been. He was suspicious and fault-finding
+with Scipio and the other servants, though they were never so busy for
+his wants. Mrs. Willis's dainties were often untouched, and he would
+frequently sit for hours between slumber and waking, or mumble to himself
+as I read the prints. But about the time of the equinoctial a great gale
+came out of the south so strongly that the water rose in the river over
+the boat landing; and the roof was torn from one of the curing-sheds.
+The next morning dawned clear, and brittle, and blue. To my great
+surprise, Mr. Carvel sent for me to walk with him about the place, that
+he might see the damage with his own eyes. A huge walnut had fallen
+across the drive, and when he came upon it he stopped abruptly.
+
+"Old friend!" he cried, "have you succumbed? After all these years have
+you dropped from the weight of a blow?" He passed his hand caressingly
+along the trunk, and scarce ever had I seen him so affected. In truth,
+for the instant I thought him deranged. He raised his cane above his
+shoulder and struck the bark so heavily that the silver head sunk deep
+into the wood. "Look you, Richard," he said, the water coming into his
+eyes, "look you, the heart of it is gone, lad; and when the heart is
+rotten 'tis time for us to go. That walnut was a life friend, my son.
+We have grown together," he continued, turning from me to the giant and
+brushing his cheeks, "but by God's good will we shall not die so, for my
+heart is still as young as the days when you were sprouting."
+
+And he walked back to the house more briskly than he had come, refusing,
+for the first time, my arm. And from that day, I say, he began to mend.
+The lacing of red came again to his cheeks, and before we went back to
+town he had walked with me to Master Dingley's tavern on the highroad,
+and back.
+
+We moved into Marlboro' Street the first part of November. I had seen my
+lady off for England, wearing my faded flowers, the panniers of the fine
+gentleman in a neglected pile at her cabin door. But not once had she
+deigned to write me. It was McAndrews who told me of her safe arrival.
+In Annapolis rumours were a-flying of conquests she had already made. I
+found Betty Tayloe had had a letter, filled with the fashion in caps and
+gowns, and the mention of more than one noble name. All of this being,
+for unknown reasons, sacred, I was read only part of the postscript, in
+which I figured: "The London Season was done almost before we arrived,"
+so it ran. "We had but the Opportunity to pay our Humble Respects to
+their Majesties; and appear at a few Drum-Majors and Garden Fetes. Now
+we are off to Brighthelmstone, and thence, so Papa says, to Spa and the
+Continent until the end of January. I am pining for news of Maryland,
+dearest Betty. Address me in care of Mr. Ripley, Barrister, of Lincoln's
+Inn, and bid Richard Carvel write me."
+
+"Which does not look as if she were coming back within the year," said
+Betty, as she poured me a dish of tea.
+
+Alas, no! But I did not write. I tried and failed. And then I tried to
+forget. I was constant at all the gayeties, gave every miss in town a
+share of my attention, rode to hounds once a week at Whitehall or the
+South River Club with a dozen young beauties. But cantering through the
+winter mists 'twas Dolly, in her red riding-cloak and white beaver, I saw
+beside me. None of them had her seat in the saddle, and none of them her
+light hand on the reins. And tho' they lacked not fire and skill, they
+had not my lady's dash and daring to follow over field and fallow, stream
+and searing, and be in at the death with heightened colour, but never a
+look away.
+
+Then came the first assembly of the year. I got back from Bentley Manor,
+where I had been a-visiting the Fotheringays, just in time to call for
+Patty in Gloucester Street.
+
+"Have you heard the news from abroad, Richard?" she asked, as I handed
+her into my chariot.
+
+"Never a line," I replied.
+
+"Pho!" exclaimed Patty; "you tell me that! Where have you been hiding?
+Then you shall not have it from me."
+
+I had little trouble, however, in persuading her. For news was a rare
+luxury in those days, and Patty was plainly uncomfortable until she
+should have it out.
+
+"I would not give you the vapours to-night for all the world, Richard,"
+she exclaimed. "But if you must,--Dr. Courtenay has had a letter from
+Mr. Manners, who says that Dolly is to marry his Grace of Chartersea.
+There now!"
+
+"And I am not greatly disturbed," I answered, with a fine, careless air.
+
+The lanthorn on the chariot was burning bright. And I saw Patty look at
+me, and laugh.
+
+"Indeed!" says she; "what a sex is that to which you belong. How ready
+are men to deny us at the first whisper! And I thought you the most
+constant of all. For my part, I credit not a word of it. 'Tis one of
+Mr. Marmaduke's lies and vanities."
+
+"And for my part, I think it true as gospel," I cried. "Dolly always
+held a coronet above her colony, and all her life has dreamed of a duke."
+
+"Nay," answered Patty, more soberly; "nay, you do her wrong. You will
+discover one day that she is loyal to the core, tho' she has a fop of a
+father who would serve his Grace's chocolate. We are all apt to talk,
+my dear, and to say what we do not mean, as you are doing."
+
+"Were I to die to-morrow, I would repeat it," I exclaimed. But I liked
+Patty the better for what she had said.
+
+"And there is more news, of less import," she continued, as I was silent.
+"The Thunderer dropped anchor in the roads to-day, and her officers will
+be at the assembly. And Betty tells me there is a young lord among
+them,--la! I have clean forgot the string of adjectives she used,--but
+she would have had me know he was as handsome as Apollo, and so dashing
+and diverting as to put Courtenay and all our wits to shame. She dined
+with him at the Governor's."
+
+I barely heard her, tho' I had seen the man-o'-war in the harbour as I
+sailed in that afternoon.
+
+The assembly hall was filled when we arrived, aglow with candles and
+a-tremble with music, the powder already flying, and the tables in the
+recesses at either end surrounded by those at the cards. A lively scene,
+those dances at the old Stadt House, but one I love best to recall with a
+presence that endeared it to me. The ladies in flowered aprons and caps
+and brocades and trains, and the gentlemen in brilliant coats, trimmed
+with lace and stiffened with buckram. That night, as Patty had
+predicted, there was a smart sprinkling of uniforms from the Thunderer.
+One of those officers held my eye. He was as well-formed a lad, or man
+(for he was both), as it had ever been my lot to see. He was neither
+tall nor short, but of a good breadth. His fair skin was tanned by the
+weather, and he wore his own wavy hair powdered, as was just become the
+fashion, and tied with a ribbon behind.
+
+"Mercy, Richard, that must be his Lordship. Why, his good looks are all
+Betty claimed for them!" exclaimed Patty. Mr. Lloyd, who was standing
+by, overheard her, and was vastly amused at her downright way.
+
+"I will fetch him directly, Miss Swain," said he, "as I have done for a
+dozen ladies before you." And fetch him he did.
+
+"Miss Swain, this is my Lord Comyn," said he. "Your Lordship, one of the
+boasts of our province."
+
+Patty grew red as the scarlet with which his Lordship's coat was lined.
+She curtseyed, while he made a profound bow.
+
+"What! Another boast, Mr. Lloyd!" he cried. "Miss Swain is the tenth
+I have met. But I vow they excel as they proceed."
+
+"Then you must meet no more, my Lord," said Patty, laughing at Mr.
+Lloyd's predicament.
+
+"Egad, then, I will not," declared Comyn. "I protest I am satisfied."
+
+Then I was presented. He had won me on the instant with his open smile
+and frank, boyish manner.
+
+"And this is young Mr. Carvel, whom I hear wins every hunt in the
+colony?" said he.
+
+"I fear you have been misinformed, my Lord," I replied, flashing with
+pleasure nevertheless.
+
+"Nay, my Lord," Mr. Lloyd struck in; "Richard could ride down the devil
+himself, and he were a fox. You will see for yourself to-morrow."
+
+"I pray we may not start the devil," said his Lordship; "or I shall be
+content to let Mr. Carvel run him down."
+
+This Comyn was a man after my own fancy, as, indeed, he took the fancy
+of every one at the ball. Though a viscount in his own right, he gave
+himself not half the airs over us provincials as did many of his
+messmates. Even Mr. Jacques, who was sour as last year's cider over the
+doings of Parliament, lost his heart, and asked why we were not favoured
+in America with more of his sort.
+
+By a great mischance Lord Comyn had fallen into the tender clutches of my
+Aunt Caroline. It seemed she had known his uncle, the Honourable Arthur
+Comyn, in New York; and now she undertook to be responsible for his
+Lordship's pleasure at Annapolis, that he might meet only those of the
+first fashion. Seeing him talking to Patty, my aunt rose abruptly from
+her loo and made toward us, all paint and powder and patches, her chin in
+the air, which barely enabled her to look over Miss Swain's head.
+
+"My Lord," she cries, "I will show you our colonial reel, which is about
+to begin, and I warrant you is gayer than any dance you have at home."
+
+"Your very devoted, Mrs. Carvel," says his Lordship, with a bow, "but
+Miss Swain has done me the honour."
+
+"O Lud!" cries my aunt, sweeping the room, "I vow I cannot keep pace with
+the misses nowadays. Is she here?"
+
+"She was but a moment since, ma'am," replied Comyn, instantly, with a
+mischievous look at me, while poor Patty stood blushing not a yard
+distant.
+
+There were many who overheard, and who used their fans and their napkins
+to hide their laughter at the very just snub Mrs. Grafton had received.
+And I wondered at the readiness with which he had read her character,
+liking him all the better. But my aunt was not to be disabled by this,
+--not she. After the dance she got hold of him, keeping him until certain
+designing ladies with daughters took him away; their names charity
+forbids me to mention. But in spite of them all he contrived to get
+Patty for supper, when I took Betty Tayloe, and we were very merry at
+table together. His Lordship proved more than able to take care of
+himself, and contrived to send Philip about his business when he pulled
+up a chair beside us. He drank a health to Miss Swain, and another to
+Miss Tayloe, and was on the point of filling a third glass to the ladies
+of Maryland, when he caught himself and brought his hand down on the
+table.
+
+"Gad's life!" cried he, "but I think she's from Maryland, too!"
+
+"Who?" demanded the young ladies, in a breath.
+
+But I knew.
+
+"Who!" exclaimed Comyn. "Who but Miss Dorothy Manners! Isn't she from
+Maryland?" And marking our astonished nods, he continued: "Why, she
+descended upon Mayfair when they were so weary for something to worship,
+and they went mad over her in a s'ennight. I give you Miss Manners!"
+
+"And you know her!" exclaimed Patty, her voice quivering with excitement.
+
+"Faith!" said his Lordship, laughing. "For a whole month I was her most
+devoted, as were we all at Almack's. I stayed until the last minute for
+a word with her,--which I never got, by the way,--and paid near a guinea
+a mile for a chaise to Portsmouth as a consequence. Already she has had
+her choice from a thousand a year up, and I tell you our English ladies
+are green with envy."
+
+I was stunned, you may be sure. And yet, I might have expected it.
+
+"If your Lordship has left your heart in England," said Betty, with a
+smile, "I give you warning you must not tell our ladies here of it."
+
+"I care not who knows it, Miss Tayloe," he cried. That fustian,
+insincerity, was certainly not one of his faults. "I care not who knows
+it. To pass her chariot is to have your heart stolen, and you must needs
+run after and beg mercy. But, ladies," he added, his eye twinkling;
+"having seen the women of your colony, I marvel no longer at Miss
+Manners's beauty."
+
+He set us all a-laughing.
+
+"I fear you were not born a diplomat, sir," says Patty. "You agree that
+we are beautiful, yet to hear that one of us is more so is small
+consolation."
+
+"We men turn as naturally to Miss Manners as plants to the sun, ma'am,"
+he replied impulsively. "Yet none of us dare hope for alliance with so
+brilliant and distant an object. I make small doubt those are Mr.
+Carvel's sentiments, and still he seems popular enough with the ladies.
+How now, sir? How now, Mr. Carvel? You have yet to speak on so tender
+a subject."
+
+My eyes met Patty's.
+
+"I will be no more politic than you, my Lord," I said boldly, "nor will
+I make a secret of it that I adore Miss Manners full as much."
+
+"Bravo, Richard!" cries Patty; and "Good!" cries his Lordship, while
+Betty claps her hands. And then Comyn swung suddenly round in his chair.
+
+"Richard Carvel!" says he. "By the seven chimes I have heard her mention
+your name. The devil fetch my memory!"
+
+"My name!" I exclaimed, in surprise, and prodigiously upset.
+
+"Yes," he answered, with his hand to his head; "some such thought was in
+my mind this afternoon when I heard of your riding. Stay! I have it! I
+was at Ampthill, Ossory's place, just before I left. Some insupportable
+coxcomb was boasting a marvellous run with the hounds nigh across
+Hertfordshire, and Miss Manners brought him up with a round turn and a
+half hitch by relating one of your exploits, Richard Carvel. And take my
+word on't she got no small applause. She told how you had followed a
+fox over one of your rough provincial counties, which means three of
+Hertfordshire, with your arm broken, by Heaven! and how they lifted you
+off at the death. And, Mr. Carvel," said my Lord, generously, looking at
+my flushed face, "you must give me your hand for that."
+
+So Dorothy in England had thought of me at least. But what booted it if
+she were to marry a duke! My thoughts began to whirl over all Comyn had
+said of her so that I scarce heard a question Miss Tayloe had put.
+
+"Marry Chartersea! That profligate pig!" Comyn was saying. "She would
+as soon marry a chairman or a chimneysweep, I'm thinking. Why, Miss
+Tayloe, Sir Charles Grandison himself would scarce suit her!"
+
+"Good lack!" said Betty, "I think Sir Charles would be the very last for
+Dorothy."
+
+
+
+
+
+End of Project Gutenberg's Richard Carvel, Volume 2, by Winston Churchill
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+     
+RICHARD CARVEL
+
+By Winston Churchill
+
+Volume 2.
+
+
+VIII.     Over the Wall
+IX.       Under False Colours
+X.        The Red in the Carvel Blood
+XI.       A Festival and a Parting
+XII.      News from a Far Country
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+OVER THE WALL
+
+Dorothy treated me ill enough that spring.  Since the minx had tasted
+power at Carvel Hall, there was no accounting for her.  On returning to
+town Dr. Courtenay had begged her mother to allow her at the assemblies,
+a request which Mrs. Manners most sensibly refused.  Mr. Marmaduke had
+given his consent, I believe, for he was more impatient than Dolly for
+the days when she would become the toast of the province.  But the doctor
+contrived to see her in spite of difficulties, and Will Fotheringay was
+forever at her house, and half a dozen other lads.  And many gentlemen
+of fashion like the doctor called ostensibly to visit Mrs. Manners, but
+in reality to see Miss Dorothy.  And my lady knew it.  She would be
+lingering in the drawing-room in her best bib and tucker, or strolling in
+the garden as Dr. Courtenay passed, and I got but scant attention indeed.
+I was but an awkward lad, and an old playmate, with no novelty about me.
+
+"Why, Richard," she would say to me as I rode or walked beside her, or
+sat at dinner in Prince George Street, "I know every twist and turn of
+your nature.  There is nothing you could do to surprise me.  And so, sir,
+you are very tiresome."
+
+"You once found me useful enough to fetch and carry, and amusing when I
+walked the Oriole's bowsprit," I replied ruefully.
+
+"Why don't you make me jealous?" says she, stamping her foot.  "A score
+of pretty girls are languishing for a glimpse of you,--Jennie and Bess
+Fotheringay, and Betty Tayloe, and Heaven knows how many others.  They
+are actually accusing me of keeping you trailing.  'La, girls!' said I,
+'if you will but rid me of him for a day, you shall have my lasting
+gratitude.'"
+
+And she turned to the spinet and began a lively air.  But the taunt
+struck deeper than she had any notion of.  That spring arrived out from
+London on the Belle of the Wye a box of fine clothes my grandfather had
+commanded for me from his own tailor; and a word from a maid of fifteen
+did more to make me wear them than any amount of coaxing from Mr. Allen
+and my Uncle Grafton.  My uncle seemed in particular anxious that I
+should make a good appearance, and reminded me that I should dress as
+became the heir of the Carvel house.  I took counsel with Patty Swain,
+and then went to see Betty Tayloe, and the Fotheringay girls, and the
+Dulany girls, near the Governor's.  And (fie upon me!) I was not ill-
+pleased with the brave appearance I made.  I would show my mistress how
+little I cared.  But the worst of it was, the baggage seemed to trouble
+less than I, and had the effrontery to tell me how happy she was I had
+come out of my shell, and broken loose from her apron-strings.
+
+"Indeed, they would soon begin to think I meant to marry you, Richard,"
+says she at supper one Sunday before a tableful, and laughed with the
+rest.
+
+"They do not credit you with such good sense, my dear," says her mother,
+smiling kindly at me.
+
+And Dolly bit her lip, and did not join in that part of the merriment.
+
+I fled to Patty Swain for counsel, nor was it the first time in my life
+I had done so.  Some good women seem to have been put into this selfish
+world to comfort and advise.  After Prince George Street with its gilt
+and marbles and stately hedged gardens, the low-beamed, vine-covered
+house in the Duke of Gloucester Street was a home and a rest.  In my
+eyes there was not its equal in Annapolis for beauty within and without.
+Mr. Swain had bought the dwelling from an aged man with a history, dead
+some nine years back.  Its furniture, for the most part, was of the
+Restoration, of simple and massive oak blackened by age, which I ever
+fancied better than the Frenchy baubles of tables and chairs with spindle
+legs, and cabinets of glass and gold lacquer which were then making their
+way into the fine mansions of our town.  The house was full of twists and
+turns, and steps up and down, and nooks and passages and queer hiding-
+places which we children knew, and in parts queer leaded windows of
+bulging glass set high in the wall, and older than the reign of Hanover.
+Here was the shrine of cleanliness, whose high-priestess was Patty
+herself.  Her floors were like satin-wood, and her brasses lights in
+themselves.  She had come honestly enough by her gifts, her father having
+married the daughter of an able townsman of Salem, in the Massachusetts
+colony, when he had gone north after his first great success in court.
+Now the poor lady sat in a padded armchair from morning to night, beside
+the hearth in winter, and under the trees in summer, by reason of a fall
+she had had.  There she knitted all the day long.  Her placid face and
+quiet way come before me as I write.
+
+My friendship with Patty had begun early.  One autumn day when I was a
+little lad of eight or nine, my grandfather and I were driving back from
+Whitehall in the big coach, when we spied a little maid of six by the
+Severn's bank, with her apron full of chestnuts.  She was trudging
+bravely through the dead leaves toward the town.  Mr. Carvel pulled the
+cord to stop, and asked her name.  "Patty Swain, and it please your
+honour," the child answered, without fear.  "So you are the young
+barrister's daughter?"  says he, smiling at something I did not
+understand.  She nodded.  "And how is it you are so far from home, and
+alone, my little one?"  asked Mr. Carvel again.  For some time he could
+get nothing out of her; but at length she explained, with much coaxing,
+that her big brother Tom had deserted her.  My grandfather wished that
+Tom were his brother, that he might be punished as he deserved.  He
+commanded young Harvey to lift the child into the coach, chestnuts and
+all, and there she sat primly between us.  She was not as pretty as
+Dorothy, so I thought, but her clear gray eyes and simple ways impressed
+me by their very honesty, as they did Mr. Carvel.  What must he do but
+drive her home to Green Street, where Mr. Swain then lived in a little
+cottage.  Mr. Carvel himself lifted her out and kissed her, and
+handed her to her mother at the gate, who was vastly overcome by the
+circumstance.  The good lady had not then received that fall which made
+her a cripple for life.  "And will you not have my chestnuts, sir, for
+your kindness?"  says little Patty.  Whereat my grandfather laughed and
+kissed her again, for he loved children, and wished to know if she would
+not be his daughter, and come to live in Marlboro' Street; and told the
+story of Tom, for fear she would not.  He was silent as we drove away,
+and I knew he was thinking of my own mother at that age.
+
+Not long after this Mr. Swain bought the house in the Duke of Gloucester
+Street.  This, as you know, is back to back with Marlboro.  To reach
+Patty's garden I had but to climb the brick wall at the rear of our
+grounds, and to make my way along the narrow green lane left there for
+perhaps a hundred paces of a lad, to come to the gate in the wooden
+paling.  In return I used to hoist Patty over the wall, and we would play
+at children's games under the fruit trees that skirted it.  Some instinct
+kept her away from the house.  I often caught her gazing wistfully at its
+wings and gables.  She was not born to a mansion, so she said.
+
+"But your father is now rich," I objected.  I had heard Captain Daniel
+say so.  "He may have a mansion of his own and he chooses.  He can better
+afford it than many who are in debt for the fine show they make."  I was
+but repeating gossip.
+
+"I should like to see the grand company come in, when your grandfather
+has them to dine," said the girl.  "Sometimes we have grand gentlemen
+come to see father in their coaches, but they talk of nothing but
+politics.  We never have any fine ladies like--like your Aunt Caroline."
+
+I startled her by laughing derisively.
+
+"And I pray you never may, Patty," was all I said.
+
+I never told Dolly of my intimacy with the barrister's little girl over
+the wall.  This was not because I was ashamed of the friendship, but
+arose from a fear-well-founded enough--that she would make sport of it.
+At twelve Dolly had notions concerning the walks of life that most other
+children never dream of.  They were derived, of course, from Mr.
+Marmaduke.  But the day of reckoning arrived.  Patty and I were romping
+beside the back wall when suddenly a stiff little figure in a starched
+frock appeared through the trees in the direction of the house, followed
+by Master Will Fotheringay in his visiting clothes.  I laugh now when I
+think of that formal meeting between the two little ladies.  There was no
+time to hoist Miss Swain over the wall, or to drive Miss Manners back
+upon the house.  Patty stood blushing as though caught in a guilty act,
+while she of the Generations came proudly on, Will sniggering behind her.
+
+"Who is this, Richard?"  asks Miss Manners, pointing a small forefinger.
+
+"Patty Swain, if you must know!" I cried, and added boylike: "And she is
+just as good as you or me, and better."  I was quite red in the face, and
+angry because of it.  "This is Dorothy Manners, Patty, and Will
+Fotheringay."
+
+The moment was a pregnant one.  But I was resolved to carry the matter
+out with a bold front.  "Will you join us at catch and swing?"  I asked.
+
+Will promptly declared that he would join, for Patty was good to look
+upon.  Dolly glanced at her dress, tossed her head, and marched back
+alone.
+
+"Oh, Richard!" cried Patty; "I shall never forgive myself!  I have made
+you quarrel with--"
+
+"His sweetheart," said Will, wickedly.
+
+"I don't care," said I.  Which was not so.
+
+Patty felt no resentment for my miss's haughty conduct, but only a
+tearful penitence for having been the cause of a strife between us.
+Will's arguments and mine availed nothing.  I must lift her over the wall
+again, and she went home.  When we reached the garden we found Dolly
+seated beside her mother on my grandfather's bench, from which stronghold
+our combined tactics were powerless to drag her.
+
+When Dolly was gone, I asked my grandfather in great indignation why
+Patty did not play with the children I knew, with Dorothy and the
+Fotheringays.  He shook his head dubiously.  "When you are older,
+Richard, you will understand that our social ranks are cropped close.
+Mr. Swain is an honest and an able man, though he believes in things I do
+not.  I hear he is becoming wealthy.  And I have no doubt," the shrewd
+old gentleman added, "that when Patty grows up she will be going to the
+assemblies, though it was not so in my time."  So liberal was he that he
+used to laugh at my lifting her across the wall, and in his leisure
+delight to listen to my accounts of her childish housekeeping.  Her life
+was indeed a contrast to Dorothy's.  She had all the solid qualities that
+my lady lacked in early years.  And yet I never wavered in my liking to
+the more brilliant and wayward of the two.  The week before my next
+birthday, when Mr. Carvel drew me to him and asked me what I wished for
+a present that year, as was his custom, I said promptly:
+
+"I should like to have Patty Swain at my party, sir."
+
+"So you shall, my lad," he cried, taking his snuff and eying me with
+pleasure.  "I am glad to see, Richard, that you have none of Mr.
+Marmaduke's nonsense about you.  She is a good girl, i' faith, and more
+of a lady now than many who call themselves such.  And you shall have
+your present to boot.  Hark'ee, Daniel," said he to the captain; "if the
+child comes to my house, the poll-parrots and follow-me-ups will be
+wanting her, too."
+
+But the getting her to go was a matter of five days.  For Patty was
+sensitive, like her father, and dreaded a slight.  Not so with Master
+Tom, who must, needs be invited, too.  He arrived half an hour ahead
+of time, arrayed like Solomon, and without his sister!  I had to go for
+Patty, indeed, after the party had begun, and to get the key to the
+wicket in the wall to take her in that way, so shy was she.  My dear
+grandfather showed her particular attention.  And Miss Dolly herself,
+being in the humour, taught her a minuet.
+
+After that she came to all my birthdays, and lost some of her shyness.
+And was invited to other great houses, even as Mr. Carvel had predicted.
+But her chief pleasure seemed ever her duty.  Whether or no such
+characters make them one and the same, who can tell?  She became the
+light of her father's house, and used even to copy out his briefs, at
+which task I often found her of an evening.
+
+As for Tom, that graceless scamp, I never could stomach him.  I wondered
+then, as I have since, how he was the brother of such a sister.  He could
+scarce bide his time until Mr. Swain should have a coach and a seat in
+the country with the gentry.  "A barrister," quoth he, "is as good as any
+one else.  And if my father came out a redemptioner, and worked his way,
+so had old Mr. Dulany.  Our family at home was the equal of his."  All of
+which was true, and more.  He would deride Patty for sewing and baking,
+vowing that they had servants enough now to do the work twice over.  She
+bore with him with a patience to be marvelled at; and I could never get
+it through my head why Mr. Swain indulged him, though he was the elder,
+and his mother's favourite.  Tom began to dress early.  His open
+admiration was Dr. Courtenay, his confessed hope to wear five-pound
+ruffles and gold sword knots.  He clung to Will Fotheringay with a
+tenacity that became proverbial among us boys, and his boasts at King
+William's School were his father's growing wealth and intimacy with the
+great men of the province.
+
+As I grew older, I took the cue of political knowledge, as I have said,
+from Mr. Swain rather than Captain Daniel, who would tell me nothing.  I
+fell into the habit of taking supper in Gloucester Street.  The meal was
+early there.  And when the dishes were cleared away, and the barrister's
+pipe lit, and Patty and her mother had got their sewing, he would talk by
+the hour on the legality of our resistance to the King, and discuss the
+march of affairs in England and the other colonies.  He found me a ready
+listener, and took pains to teach me clearly the right and wrong of the
+situation.  'Twas his religion, even as loyalty to the King was my
+grandfather's, and he did not think it wrong to spread it.  He likewise
+instilled into me in that way more of history than Mr. Allen had ever
+taught me, using it to throw light upon this point or that.  But I never
+knew his true power and eloquence until I followed him to the Stadt
+House.
+
+Patty was grown a girl of fifteen then, glowing with health, and had
+ample good looks of her own.  'Tis odd enough that I did not fall in
+love with her when Dolly began to use me so outrageously.  But a lad of
+eighteen is scarce a rational creature.  I went and sat before my oracle
+upon the vine-covered porch under the eaves, and poured out my complaint.
+She laid down her needlework and laughed.
+
+"You silly boy," said she, "can't you see that she herself has prescribed
+for you?  She was right when she told you to show attention to Jenny.
+And if you dangle about Miss Dolly now, you are in danger of losing her.
+She knows it better than you."
+
+I had Jenny to ride the very next day.  Result: my lady smiled on me more
+sweetly than ever when I went to Prince George Street, and vowed Jenny
+had never looked prettier than when she went past the house.  This left
+my victory in such considerable doubt that I climbed the back wall
+forthwith in my new top-boots.
+
+"So you looked for her to be angry?"  said Patty.
+
+"Most certainly," said I.
+
+"Unreasoning vanity!" she cried, for she knew how to speak plain.
+"By your confession to me you have done this to please her, for she
+warned you at the beginning it would please her.  And now you complain
+of it.  I believe I know your Dorothy better than you."
+
+And so I got but little comfort out of Patty that time.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+UNDER FALSE COLOURS
+
+And now I come to a circumstance in my life I would rather pass over
+quickly.  Had I steered the straight course of my impulse I need never
+have deceived that dear gentleman whom I loved and honoured above any in
+this world, and with whom I had always lived and dealt openly.  After my
+grandfather was pronounced to be mending, I went back to Mr. Allen until
+such time as we should be able to go to the country.  Philip no longer
+shared my studies, his hours having been changed from morning to
+afternoon.  I thought nothing of this, being content with the rector's
+explanation that my uncle had a task for Philip in the morning, now that
+Mr. Carvel was better.  And I was well content to be rid of Philip's
+company.  But as the days passed I began to mark an absence still
+stranger.  I had my Horace and my Ovid still: but the two hours from
+eleven to one, which he was wont to give up to history and what he was
+pleased to call instruction in loyalty, were filled with other matter.
+Not a word now of politics from Mr. Allen.  Not even a comment from him
+concerning the spirited doings of our Assembly, with which the town was
+ringing.  That body had met but a while before, primed to act on the
+circular drawn up by Mr. Adams of Massachusetts.  The Governor's message
+had not been so prompt as to forestall them, and I am occupied scarce the
+time in the writing of this that it took our brave members to adopt the
+petition to his Majesty and to pass resolutions of support to our sister
+colony of the North.  This being done, and a most tart reply penned to
+his Excellency, they ended that sitting and passed in procession to the
+Governor's mansion to deliver it, Mr. Speaker Lloyd at their head, and a
+vast concourse of cheering people at their heels.  Shutters were barred
+on the Tory houses we passed.  And though Mr. Allen spied me in the
+crowd, he never mentioned the circumstance.  More than once I essayed to
+draw from him an opinion of Mr. Adams's petition, which was deemed a work
+of great moderation and merit, and got nothing but evasion from my tutor.
+That he had become suddenly an American in principle I could not believe.
+At length I made bold to ask him why our discussions were now omitted.
+He looked up from the new play he was reading on the study lounge, with a
+glance of dark meaning I could not fathom.
+
+"You are learning more than I can teach you in Gloucester Street, and at
+the Stadt House," he said.
+
+In truth I was at a loss to understand his attitude until the day in June
+my grandfather and I went to Carvel Hall.
+
+The old gentleman was weak still, so feeble that he had to be carried to
+his barge in a chair, a vehicle he had ever held in scorn.  But he was
+cheerful, and his spirit remained the same as of old: but for that spirit
+I believe he had never again risen from his bed in Marlboro' Street.  My
+uncle and the rector were among those who walked by his side to the dock,
+and would have gone to the Hall with him had he permitted them.  He was
+kind enough to say that my arm was sufficient to lean on.
+
+What peace there was sitting once again under the rustling trees on the
+lawn with the green river and the blue bay spread out before us, and
+Scipio standing by with my grandfather's punch.  Mr. Carvel would have me
+rehearse again all that had passed in town and colony since his illness,
+which I did with as much moderation as I was able.  And as we talked he
+reached out and took my hand, for I sat near him, and said:
+
+"Richard, I have heard tidings of you that gladden my heart, and they
+have done more than Dr. Leiden's physic for this old frame of mine.  I
+well knew a Carvel could never go a wrong course, lad, and you least of
+any."
+
+"Tidings, sir?" I said.
+
+"Ay, tidings," answered Mr. Carvel.  Such a note of relief and gladness
+there was in the words as I had not heard for months from him, and a
+vague fear came upon me.
+
+"Scipio," he said merrily, "a punch for Mr. Richard."  And when the glass
+was brought my grandfather added: "May it be ever thus!"
+
+I drained the toast, not falling into his humour or comprehending his
+reference, but dreading that aught I might say would disturb him, held my
+peace.  And yet my apprehension increased.  He set down his glass and
+continued:
+
+"I had no hope of this yet, Richard, for you were ever slow to change.
+Your conversion does credit to Mr. Allen as well as to you.  In short,
+sir, the rector gives me an excellent good account of your studies, and
+adds that the King hath gained another loyal servant, for which I thank
+God."
+
+I have no words to write of my feelings then.  My head swam and my hand
+trembled on my grandfather's, and I saw dimly the old gentleman's face
+aglow with joy and pride, and knew not what to say or do.  The answer I
+framed, alas, remained unspoken.  From his own lips I had heard how much
+the news had mended him, and for once I lacked the heart, nay, the
+courage, to speak the truth.  But Mr. Carvel took no heed of my silence,
+setting it down to another cause.
+
+"And so, my son," he said, "there is no need of sending you to Eton next
+fall.  I am not much longer for this earth, and can ill spare you: and
+Mr. Allen kindly consents to prepare you for Oxford."
+
+"Mr. Allen consents to that, sir?" I gasped.  I think, could I have laid
+hands on the rector then, I would have thrashed him, cloth and all,
+within an inch of his life.
+
+And as if to crown my misery Mr. Carvel rose, and bearing heavily on my
+shoulder led me to the stable where Harvey and one of the black grooms
+stood in livery to receive us.  Harvey held by the bridle a blooded bay
+hunter, and her like could scarce be found in the colony.  As she stood
+arching her neck and pawing the ground, I all confusion and shame, my
+grandfather said simply:
+
+"Richard, this is Firefly.  I have got her for you from Mr. Randolph, of
+Virginia, for you are now old enough to have a good mount of your own."
+
+All that night I lay awake, trying to sift some motive for Mr. Allen's
+deceit.  For the life of me I could see no farther than a desire to keep
+me as his pupil, since he was well paid for his tuition.  Still, the game
+did not seem worth the candle.  However, he was safe in his lie.  Shrewd
+rogue that he was, he well knew that I would not risk the attack a
+disappointment might bring my grandfather.
+
+What troubled me most of all was the fear that Grafton had reaped the
+advantage of the opportunity the illness gave him, and by his insidious
+arts had worked himself back into the good graces of his father.  You
+must not draw from this, my dears, that I feared for the inheritance.
+Praised be God, I never thought of that!  But I came by nature to hate
+and to fear my uncle, as I hated and feared the devil.  I saw him with my
+father's eyes, and with my mother's, and as my grandfather had seen him
+in the old days when he was strong.  Instinct and reason alike made me
+loathe him.  As the months passed, and letters in Grafton's scroll hand
+came from the Kent estate or from Annapolis, my misgivings were confirmed
+by odd remarks that dropped from Mr. Carvel's lips.  At length arrived
+the revelation itself.
+
+"I fear, Richard," he had said querulously, "I fear that all these years
+I have done your uncle an injustice.  Dear Elizabeth was wont to plead
+for him before she died, but I would never listen to her.  I was hearty
+and strong then, and my heart was hard.  And a remembrance of many things
+was fresh in my mind."  He paused for breath, as was his habit now.  And
+I said nothing.  "But Grafton has striven to wipe out the past.  Sickness
+teaches us that we must condone, and not condemn.  He has lived a
+reputable life, and made the most of the little start I gave him.
+He has supported his Majesty and my Lord in most trying times.  And his
+Excellency tells me that the coming governor, Eden, will surely reward
+him with a seat in the Council."
+
+I thought of Governor Sharpe's biting words to Grafton.  The Governor
+knew my uncle well, and I was sure he had never sat at his Council.
+
+"A son is a son, Richard," continued Mr. Carvel.  "You will one day find
+that out.  Your uncle has atoned.  He hath been faithful during my
+illness, despite my cold treatment.  And he hath convinced me that your
+welfare is at his heart.  I believe he is fond of you, my lad."
+
+No greater sign of breaking health did I need than this, that Mr. Carvel
+should become blind to Grafton's hypocrisy; forget his attempts to
+prevent my father's marriage, and to throw doubt upon my mother's birth.
+The agony it gave me, coming as it did on top of the cruel deception,
+I shall not dwell upon.  And the thought bursting within me remained
+unspoken.
+
+I saw less of Dorothy then than I had in any summer of my life before.
+In spite of Mrs. Manners, the chrysalis had burst into the butterfly,
+and Wilmot House had never been so gay.  It must be remembered that
+there were times when young ladies made their entrance into the world at
+sixteen, and for a beauty to be unmarried at twenty-two was rare indeed.
+When I went to Wilmot House to dine, the table would be always full, and
+Mr. Marmaduke simpering at the head of it, his air of importance doubled
+by his reflected glory.
+
+"We see nothing of you, my lad," he would say; "you must not let these
+young gallants get ahead of you.  How does your grandfather?  I must pay
+my compliments to-morrow."
+
+Of gallants there were enough, to be sure.  Dr. Courtenay, of course,
+with a nosegay on his coat, striving to catch the beauty's eye.  And Mr.
+Worthington and Mr. Dulany, and Mr. Fitzhugh and Mr. Paca, and I know not
+how many other young bachelors of birth and means.  And Will Fotheringay,
+who spent some of his time with me at the Hall.  Silver and China, with
+the Manners coat-of-arms, were laid out that had not seen the light for
+many along day.  And there were picnics, and sailing parties, and dances
+galore, some of which I attended, but heard of more.  It seemed to me
+that my lady was tiring of the doctor's compliments, and had transferred
+her fickle favour to young Mr. Fitzhugh, who was much more worthy, by the
+way.  As for me, I had troubles enough then, and had become used in some
+sort to being shelved.
+
+One night in July,--'twas the very day Mr. Carvel had spoken to me of
+Grafton,--I had ridden over to Wilmot House to supper.  I had little
+heart for going, but good Mrs. Manners herself had made me promise, and
+I could: not break my word.  I must have sat very silent and preoccupied
+at the table, where all was wit and merriment.  And more than once I saw
+the laughter leave Dorothy's face, and caught her eyes upon; me with such
+a look as set my beast throbbing.  They would not meet my own, but would
+turn away instantly.  I was heavy indeed that night, and did not follow
+the company into the ballroom, but made my excuses to Mrs. Manners.
+
+The lawn lay bathed in moonlight; and as I picked, my way over it toward
+the stables for Firefly, I paused to look back at the house aglow, with
+light, the music of the fiddles and the sound of laughter floating out
+of the open windows.  Even as I gaped a white figure was framed in the
+doorway, paused a moment on the low stone step, and then came on until
+it stood beside me.
+
+"Are you not well, Richard?"
+
+"Yes, I am well," I answered.  I scarcely knew my own voice.
+
+"Is your grandfather worse?"
+
+"No, Dorothy; he seems better to-day."
+
+She stood seemingly irresolute, her eyes new lifted, now falling before
+mine.  Her slender arms bare, save for the little puff at the shoulders;
+her simple dress drawn a little above the waist, then falling straight to
+the white slipper.  How real the ecstasy of that moment, and the pain of
+it!
+
+"Why do you not coarse over, as you used to?"  she asked, in a low tone.
+
+"I am very busy," I replied evasively; "Mr. Carvel cannot attend to his
+affairs."  I longed to tell her the whole truth, but the words would not
+come.
+
+"I hear you are managing the estate all alone," she said.
+
+"There is no one else to do it."
+
+"Richard," she cried, drawing closer; "you are in trouble.  I--I have
+seen it.  You are so silent, and--and you seem to have become older.
+Tell me, is it your Uncle Grafton?"
+
+So astonished was I at the question, and because she had divined so,
+surely, that I did not answer.
+
+"Is it?"  she asked again.
+
+"Yes," I said; "yes, in part."
+
+And then came voices calling from the house.  They had missed her.
+
+"I am so sorry, Richard.  I shall tell no one."
+
+She laid her hand ever so lightly upon mine and was gone.  I stood
+staring after her until she disappeared in the door.  All the way home
+I marvelled, my thoughts tumultuous, my hopes rising and falling.
+
+But when next I saw her, I thought she had forgotten.
+
+We had little company at the Hall that year, on account of Mr. Carvel.
+And I had been busy indeed.  I sought with all my might to master a
+business for which I had but little taste, and my grandfather
+complimented me, before the season was done, upon my management.
+I was wont to ride that summer at four of a morning to canter beside Mr.
+Starkie afield, and I came to know the yield of every patch to a hogshead
+and the pound price to a farthing.  I grew to understand as well as
+another the methods of curing the leaf.  And the wheat pest appearing
+that year, I had the good fortune to discover some of the clusters in the
+sheaves, and ground our oyster-shells in time to save the crop.  Many a
+long evening I spent on the wharves with old Stanwix, now toothless and
+living on his pension, with my eye on the glow of his pipe and my ear
+bent to his stories of the sea.  It was his fancy that the gift of
+prophecy had come to him with the years; and at times, when his look
+would wander to the black rigging in the twilight, he would speak
+strangely enough.
+
+"Faith, Mr. Richard," he would say; "tho' your father was a soldier afore
+ye, ye were born to the deck of a ship-o'-war.  Mark an old man's words,
+sir."
+
+"Can you see the frigate, Stanwix?" I laughed once, when he had repeated
+this with more than common solemnity.
+
+His reply rose above the singing of the locusts.
+
+"Ay, sir, that I can.  But she's no frigate, sir.  Devil knows what she
+is.  She looks like a big merchantman to me, such as I've seed in the
+Injy trade, with a high poop in the old style.  And her piercin's be not
+like a frigate."  He said this with a readiness to startle me, and little
+enough superstition I had.  A light was on his seared face, and his pipe
+lay neglected on the boards.  "Ay, sir, and there be a flag astern of her
+never yet seed on earth, nor on the waters under the earth.  The tide is
+settin' in, the tide is settin' in."
+
+These were words to set me thinking.  And many a time they came back to
+me when the old man was laid away in the spot reserved for those who
+sailed the seas for Mr. Carvel.
+
+Every week I drew up a report for my grandfather, and thus I strove by
+shouldering labour and responsibility to ease my conscience of that load
+which troubled it.  For often, as we walked together through the yellow
+fields of an evening, it had been on my tongue to confess the lie Mr.
+Allen had led me into.  But the sight of the old man, trembling and
+tremulous, aged by a single stroke, his childlike trust in my strength
+and beliefs, and above all his faith in a political creed which he nigh
+deemed needful for the soul's salvation,--these things still held me
+back.  Was it worth while now, I asked myself, to disturb the peace of
+that mind?
+
+Thus the summer wore on to early autumn.  And one day I was standing
+booted and spurred in the stables, Harvey putting the bridle upon
+Firefly, when my boy Hugo comes running in.
+
+"Marse Dick!" he cries, "Marse Satan he come in the pinnace, and young
+Marse Satan and Missis Satan, and Marse Satan's pastor!"
+
+"What the devil do you mean, Hugo?"
+
+"Young ebony's right, sir," chuckled Harvey; "'tis the devil and his
+following."
+
+"Do you mean Mr. Grafton, fellow?" I demanded, the unwelcome truth coming
+over me.
+
+"That he does," remarked Harvey, laconically.  "You won't be wanting her
+now, your honour?"
+
+"Hold my stirrup," I cried, for the news had put me in anger.  "Hold my
+stirrup, sirrah!"
+
+I believe I took Firefly the best of thirty miles that afternoon and
+brought her back in the half-light, my saddle discoloured with her sweat.
+I clanked into the hall like a captain of horse.  The night was sharp
+with the first touch of autumn, and a huge backlog lay on the irons.
+Around it, in a comfortable half-circle sat our guests, Grafton and Mr.
+Allen and Philip smoking and drinking for a whet against supper, and Mrs.
+Grafton in my grandfather's chair.  There was an easy air of possession
+about the party of them that they had never before assumed, and the sight
+made me rattle again, the big door behind me.
+
+"A surprise for you, my dear nephew," Grafton said gayly, "I'll, lay a
+puncheon you did, not, expect us."
+
+Mr. Carvel woke with a start at the sound of the door and said
+querulously, "Guests, my lord, and I have done my poor best to make them
+welcome in your absence."
+
+The sense of change in him stung me.  How different would his tone have
+been a year ago!
+
+He tattooed with his cane, which was the sign he generally made when he
+was ready for bed.  Toward night his speech would hurt him.  I assisted
+him up, the stairs, my uncle taking his arm on the other side.  And
+together, with Diomedes help; we undressed him, Grafton talking in low
+tomes the while: Since this was, an office I was wont to perform, my
+temper was now overwhelming me.  But I kept my month closed.  At last he
+had had the simple meal Dr. Leiden allowed him, his candles were snuffed,
+and my uncle and I made our way to the hall together: There my aunt and
+Mr. Allen were at picquet.
+
+"Supper is insupportably late," says she; with a yawn, and rings the
+hand-bell.  "Scipio," she cries, "why are we not served?"
+
+I took a stride forward.  But my uncle raised a restraining hand.
+
+"Caroline, remember that this is not our house," says he, reprovingly.
+
+There fell a deep silence; the log cracking; and just then the door swung
+on its hinges, and Mr. Starkie entered with the great bunch of keys in
+his hand.
+
+"The buildings are all secure; Mr. Richard," he said.
+
+"Very good, Starkie," I replied.  I turned to Scipio, standing by the
+low-boy, his teeth, going like a castanet.
+
+"You may serve at the usual hour, Scipio," said I.
+
+Supper began stiff as a state banquet.  My uncle was conciliatory, with
+the manners of a Crichton.  My aunt, not having come from generations of
+silver and self-control, flatly in a bad humour.  Mr. Allen talked from
+force of habit, being used to pay in such kind for his meals.  But
+presently the madeira, warmed these two into a better spirit.  I felt
+that I had victory on my side, and was nothing loth to join them at
+whist, Philip and I against the rector and my aunt, and won something
+like two pounds apiece from them.  Grafton made it a rule never to play.
+
+The next morning, when I returned from my inspection, I found the rector
+and Philip had decamped with two of our choice horses, and that my uncle
+and aunt had commanded the barge, and gone to Mr. Lloyd's.  I sent for
+Scipio.
+
+"Fore de Lawd, Marse Richard," he wailed, "'twan't Scipio's fault.  Marse
+Grafton is dry fambly!"  This was Scipio's strongest argument.  "I jes'
+can't refuse one of de fambly, Marse Dick; and old Marse he say he too
+old now for quarrellin'."
+
+I saw that resistance was useless.  There was nothing for it but to bide
+any time.  And I busied myself with bills of cargo until I heard the
+horses on the drive.  Mr. Allen and Philip came swaggering in, flushed
+with the exercise, and calling for punch, and I met them in the hall.
+
+"A word with you, Mr. Allen!" I called out.
+
+"A thousand, Mr. Richard, if you like," he said gayly, "as soon as this
+thirst of mine be quenched."
+
+I waited while he drained two glasses, when he followed me into the
+library, closing the door behind him.
+
+"Now, sir," I began, "though by a chance you are my mental and spiritual
+adviser, I intend speaking plain.  For I know you to be one of the
+greatest rogues in the colony."
+
+I watched him narrowly the while, for I had some notion he might run me
+through.  But I had misjudged him.
+
+"Speak plain, by all means," he replied; "but first let me ask for some
+tobacco."
+
+He filled the bowl of his pipe, and sat him down by the window.  For the
+moment I was silent with sheer surprise.
+
+"You know I can't call you out," he went on, surrounding himself with
+clouds of smoke, "a lad of eighteen or so.  And even if I could, I doubt
+whether I should.  I like you, Richard," said he.  "You are straight-
+spoken and commanding.  In brief, sir, you are the kind of lad I should
+have been had not fate pushed me into a corner, and made me squirm for
+life's luxuries.  I hate squirming as much as another.  This is prime
+tobacco, Richard."
+
+He had come near disarming me; I was on the edge of a dangerous
+admiration for this man of the world, and for the life of me, I could not
+help liking him then.  He had a fine presence, was undeniably handsome,
+and his riding clothes were of the latest London cut.
+
+"Are there not better methods for obtaining what you wish than those you
+practise?" I asked curiously.
+
+"No doubt," he answered carelessly; "but these are well enough, and
+shorter.  You were about to do me the honour of a communication?"
+
+This brought me to my senses.  I had, however, lost much of my heat in
+the interval.
+
+"I should like to know why you lied to Mr. Carvel about my convictions,
+Mr. Allen," I said.  "I am not of the King's party now, and never shall
+be.  And you know this better than another."
+
+"Those are strong words, Richard, my lad," said he, bringing his eyebrows
+together.
+
+"They are true words," I retorted.  "Why did you lie, I say?"
+
+He said nothing for a while, but his breath came heavily.
+
+"I will pass it, I will pass it," he said at length, "but, by God! it is
+more than I have had to swallow in all my life before.  Look at your
+grandfather, sir!" he cried; "behold him on the very brink of the grave,
+and ask me again why I lied to him!  His hope of heaven is scarce less
+sacred to him than his love of the King, and both are so tightly wrapped
+about his heart that this knowledge of you would break it.  Yes, break
+his heart, I say" (and he got to his legs), "and you would kill him for
+the sake of a boyish fancy!"
+
+I knew he was acting, as well as though he had climbed upon the table and
+said it.  And yet he had struck the very note of my own fears, and hit
+upon the one reason why I had not confessed lung ago.
+
+"There is more you might have said, Mr. Allen," I remarked presently;
+"you have a cause for keeping me under your instruction, and that is
+behind all."
+
+He gave me a strange look.
+
+"You are too acute by far," said he; "your imagination runs with you.
+I have said I like you, and I can teach you classics as well as another.
+Is it not enough to admit that the money I get for your instruction keeps
+me in champagne?"
+
+"No, it is not enough," I said stoutly.
+
+"Then you must guess again, my lad," he answered with a laugh, and left
+the room with the easy grace that distinguished him.
+
+There was armed peace the rest of my uncle's visit.  They departed on the
+third day.  My Aunt Caroline, when she was not at picquet with Mr. Allen
+or quarrelling with Mrs. Willis or with Grafton himself, yawned without
+cessation.  She declared in one of her altercations with her lord and
+master that she would lose her wits were they to remain another day, a
+threat that did not seem to move Grafton greatly.  Philip ever maintained
+the right to pitch it on the side of his own convenience, and he chose in
+this instance to come to the rescue of his dear mamma, and turned the
+scales in her favour.  He was pleased to characterize the Hall as
+insupportable, and vowed that his clothes would be out of fashion
+before they reached Rousby Hall, their next stopping-place.  To do Philip
+justice, he was more honest a rascal than his father, though I am of the
+opinion that he had not the brain for great craft.  And he had drawn from
+his mother a love of baubles which kept his mind from scheming.  He had
+little to say to me, and I less to him.
+
+Grafton, as may be supposed, made me distinct advances before his
+departure, perceiving the unwisdom of antagonizing me unnecessarily.  He
+had the imprudence once to ask of me the facts and figures of the estate;
+and tho' 'twas skilfully done by contrasting his own crops in Kent, you
+may be sure I was on my guard, and that he got nothing.
+
+I was near forgetting an incident of their visit which I afterwards had
+good cause to remember.  The morning of my talk with Mr. Allen I went to
+the stables to see how he had used Cynthia, and found old Harvey wiping
+her down, and rumbling the while like a crater.
+
+"What think you of the rector as a representative of heaven, Harvey?"  I
+asked.
+
+"Him a representative of heaven!" he snorted; "I've heard tell of rotten
+boroughs, and I'm thinking Mr. Allen will be standing for one.  What be
+him and Mr. Grafton a-doing here, sir, plotting all kinds o' crime while
+the old gentleman's nigh on his back?"
+
+"Plotting?" I said, catching at the word.
+
+"Ay, plotting," repeated Harvey, casting his cloth away; "murder and all
+the crimes in the calendar, I take it.  I hear him and Mr. Grafton among
+the stalls this morning, and when they sees me they look like Knipe,
+here, caught with a fowl."
+
+"And what were they saying?  "I demanded.
+
+"Saying!  God only knows their wickedness.  I got the words 'Upper
+Marlboro' and 'South River' and 'next voyage,' and that profligate rector
+wanted to know as to how 'Griggs was reliable.'"
+
+I thought no more of it at the time, believing it to be some of the small
+rascalities they were forever at.  But that name of Griggs (why, the
+powers only know) stuck in my mind to turn up again.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+THE RED IN THE CARVEL BLOOD
+
+After that, when we went back to Annapolis for the winter, there was no
+longer any disguise between my tutor and myself.  I was not of a mind to
+feign a situation that did not exist, nor to permit him to do so.  I gave
+him to understand that tho' I went to him for instruction, 'twas through
+no fault of mine.  That I would learn what I pleased and do what pleased
+me.  And the rector, a curse upon him, seemed well content with that; nor
+could I come at his devil's reason far wanting me, save for the money,
+as he had declared.  There were days when he and I never touched a hook,
+both being out of humour for study, when he told me yarns of Frederick of
+Prussia and his giant guard, of Florence and of Venice, and of the court
+of his Holiness of Rome.  For he had drifted about the earth like a log-
+end in the Atlantic, before his Lordship gave him his present berth.  We
+passed, too, whole mornings at picquet, I learning enough of Horace to
+quote at the routs we both attended, but a deal more of kings and deuces.
+And as I may add, that he got no more of my money than did I of his.
+
+The wonder of it was that we never became friends.  He was two men, this
+rector of St. Anne's, half of him as lovable as any I ever encountered.
+But trust him I never would, always meeting him on the middle ground; and
+there were times, after his talks with Grafton, when his eyes were like a
+cat's, and I was conscious of a sinister note in his dealing which put me
+on my guard.
+
+You will say, my dears, that some change had come over me, that I was no
+longer the same lad I have been telling you of.
+
+Those days were not these, yet I make no show of hiding or of palliation.
+Was it Dorothy's conduct that drove me?  Not wholly.  A wild red was ever
+in the Carvel blood, in Captain Jack, in Lionel, in the ancestor of King
+Charles's day, who fought and bled and even gambled for his king.  And my
+grandfather knew this; he warned me, but he paid my debts.  And I thank
+Heaven he felt that my heart was right.
+
+I was grown now, certainly in stature.  And having managed one of the
+largest plantations in the province, I felt the man, as lads are wont
+after their first responsibilities.  I commanded my wine at the Coffee
+House with the best of the bucks, and was made a member of the South
+River and Jockey clubs.  I wore the clothes that came out to me from
+London, and vied in fashion with Dr. Courtenay and other macaronies.
+And I drove a carriage of mine own, the Carvel arms emblazoned thereon,
+and Hugo in the family livery.
+
+After a deal of thought upon the subject, I decided, for a while at
+least, to show no political leanings at all.  And this was easier of
+accomplishment than you may believe, for at that time in Maryland Tory
+and Whig were amiable enough, and the young gentlemen of the first
+families dressed alike and talked alike at the parties they both
+attended.  The non-importation association had scarce made itself felt in
+the dress of society.  Gentlemen of degree discussed differences amicably
+over their decanters.  And only on such occasions as Mr. Hood's return,
+and the procession of the Lower House through the streets, and the
+arrival of the Good Intent, did high words arise among the quality.  And
+it was because class distinctions were so strongly marked that it took so
+long to bring loyalists and patriots of high rank to the sword's point.
+
+I found time to manage such business affairs of Mr. Carvel's as he could
+not attend to himself.  Grafton and his family dined in Marlboro' Street
+twice in the week; my uncle's conduct toward me was the very soul of
+consideration, and he compelled that likewise from his wife and his son.
+So circumspect was he that he would have fooled one who knew him a whit
+less than I.  He questioned me closely upon my studies, and in my
+grandfather's presence I was forced to answer.  And when the rector came
+to dine and read to Mr. Carvel, my uncle catechised him so searchingly on
+my progress that he was pushed to the last source of his ingenuity for
+replies.  More than once was I tempted to blurt out the whole wretched
+business, for I well understood there was some deep game between him and
+Grafton.  In my uncle's absence, my aunt never lost a chance for an ill-
+natured remark upon Patty, whom she had seen that winter at the
+assemblies and elsewhere.  And she deplored the state our people of
+fashion were coming to, that they allowed young girls without family to
+attend their balls.
+
+"But we can expect little else, father," she would say to Mr. Carvel
+nodding in his chair, "when some of our best families openly espouse the
+pernicious doctrines of republicanism.  They are gone half mad over that
+Wilkes who should have been hung before this.  Philip, dear, pour the
+wine for your grandfather."
+
+Miss Patty had been well received.  I took her to her first assembly,
+where her simple and unassuming ways had made her an instant favourite;
+and her face, which had the beauty of dignity and repose even so early in
+life, gained her ample attention.  I think she would have gone but little
+had not her father laughed her out of some of her domesticity.  No longer
+at Sunday night supper in Gloucester Street was the guest seat empty.
+There was more than one guest seat now, and the honest barrister himself
+was the most pleased at the change.  As I took my accustomed place on the
+settle cushion,--Patty's first embroidery,--he would cry:
+
+"Heigho, Richard, our little Miss Prim hath become a belle.  And I must
+have another clerk now to copy out my briefs, and a housekeeper soon, i'
+faith."
+
+Patty would never fail to flush up at the words, and run to perch on her
+father's knee and put her hand over his mouth.
+
+"How can you, Mr. Swain?" says she; "how can you, when 'tis you and
+mother, and Richard here, who make me go into the world?  You know I
+would a thousand times rather bake your cakes and clean your silver!
+But you will not hear of it,"
+
+"Fie!" says the barrister.  "Listen to her, Richard!  And yet she will
+fly up the stairs to don a fine gown at the first rap of the knocker.
+Oh, the wenches, the wenches!  Are they not all alike, mother?"
+
+"They have changed none since I was a lass," replies the quiet invalid,
+with a smile.  "And you should know what I was, Henry."
+
+"I know!"  cries he; "none better.  Well I recall the salmon and white
+your mother gave you before I came to Salem."  He sighed and then laughed
+at the recollection.  "And when this strapping young Singleton comes,
+Richard, 'twould do you good to be hiding there in that cupboard,--and it
+would hold you,--and count the seconds until Miss Prim has her skirt in
+her hand and her foot on the lower step.  And yet how innocent is she now
+before you and me."
+
+Here he would invariably be smothered.
+
+"Percy Singleton!" says Patty, with a fine scorn; "'twill be Mr.
+Eglinton, the curate, next."
+
+"This I know," says her father, slapping me on the shoulder, "this I
+know, that you are content to see Richard without primping."
+
+"But I have known Richard since I was six," says she.  "Richard is one
+of the family.  There is no need of disguise from him."
+
+I thought, ruefully enough, that it seemed my fate to be one of the
+family everywhere I went.
+
+And just then, as if in judgment, the gate snapped and the knocker
+sounded, and Patty leaped down with a blush.  "What said I say?"  cries
+the barrister.  "I have not seen human nature in court for naught.  Run,
+now," says he, pinching her cheek as she stood hesitating whether to fly
+or stay; "run and put on the new dress I have bought you.  And Richard
+and I will have a cup of ale in the study."
+
+The visitor chanced to be Will Fotheringay that time.  He was not the
+only one worn out with the mad chase in Prince George Street, and
+preferred a quiet evening with a quiet beauty to the crowded lists of
+Miss Manners.  Will declared that the other gallants were fools over the
+rare touch of blue in the black hair: give him Miss Swain's, quoth he,
+lifting his glass,--hers was; the colour of a new sovereign.  Will was
+not, the only one.  But I think Percy Singleton was the best of them all,
+tho' Patty ridiculed him--every chance she got, and even to his face.
+So will: the best-hearted and soberest of women play the coquette.
+Singleton was rather a reserved young Englishman of four and twenty,
+who owned a large estate in Talbot which he was laying out with great
+success.  Of a Whig family in the old country, he had been drawn to that
+party in the new, and so, had made Mr. Swain's acquaintance.  The next
+step in his fortunes was to fall in love with Patty, which was natural
+enough.  Many a night that winter I walked with him from Gloucester
+Street to the Coffee House, to sit an hour over, a battle.  And there
+Master Tom and Dr. Hamilton, and other gay macaronies would sometimes
+join us.  Singleton had a greater contempt for Tom than I, but bore with
+him for his sister's sake.  For Tom, in addition to his other follies,
+was become an open loyalist, and never missed his Majesty's health,
+though he knew no better than my Hugo the question at issue.  'Twas not
+zeal for King George, however, that made him drunk at one of the
+assemblies, and forced his sister to leave in the midst of a dance for
+very shame.
+
+"Oh, Richard, is, there not something you can do?" she cried, when, I had
+got her back in the little parlour in Gloucester Street; "father has
+argued and, pleaded and threatened in vain.  I thought,--I thought
+perhaps you might help him."
+
+"I think I am not one to preach, or to boast," I replied soberly.
+
+"Yes," said she, looking grave; "I know you are wilder than you used to
+be; that you play more than you ought, and higher than you ought."
+
+I was silent.
+
+"And I suspect at whose door it lies," said she.
+
+"'Tis in the blood, Patty," I answered.
+
+She glanced at me quickly.
+
+"I know you better than you think," she said.  "But Tom has not your
+excuse.  And if he had only your faults I would say nothing.  He does not
+care for those he should, and he is forever in the green-room of the
+theatre."
+
+I made haste to change the subject, and to give her what comfort I might;
+for she was sobbing before she finished.  And the next day I gave Tom a
+round talking-to for having so little regard for his sister, the hem of
+whose skirt he was not worthy to touch.  He took it meekly enough, with a
+barrel of pat excuses to come after.  And he asked me to lend him my
+phaeton, that he might go a-driving with Miss Crane, of the theatrical
+company, to Round Bay!
+
+Meanwhile I saw Miss Manners more frequently than was good for my peace
+of mind, and had my turn as her partner at the balls.  But I could not
+bring myself to take third or fourth rank in the army that attended her.
+I, who had been her playmate, would not become her courtier.  Besides, I
+had not the wit.
+
+Was it strange that Dr. Courtenay should pride himself upon the discovery
+of a new beauty?  And in the Coffee House, and in every drawing-room in
+town, prophesy for her a career of conquest such as few could boast?
+She was already launched upon that career.  And rumour had it that Mr.
+Marmaduke was even then considering taking her home to London, where the
+stage was larger and the triumph greater.  Was it surprising that the
+Gazette should contain a poem with the doctor's well-known ear-marks upon
+it?  It set the town a-wagging, and left no room for doubt as to who had
+inspired it.
+
+              "Sweet Pandora, tho' formed of Clay,
+               Was fairer than the Light of Day.
+               By Venus learned in Beauty's Arts,
+               And destined thus to conquer Hearts.
+               A Goddess of this Town, I ween,
+               Fair as Pandora, scarce Sixteen,
+               Is destined, e'en by Jove's Command,
+               To conquer all of Maryland.
+               Oh, Bachelors, play have a Care,
+               For She will all your Hearts ensnare."
+
+So it ran.  I think, if dear Mrs. Manners could have had her way, Dolly
+would have passed that year at a certain young ladies' school in New
+York.  But Mr. Marmaduke's pride in his daughter's beauty got the better
+of her.  The strut in his gait became more marked the day that poem
+appeared, and he went to the Coffee House both morning and evening,
+taking snuff to hide his emotions when Miss Manners was spoken of; and he
+was perceived by many in Church Street arm in arm with Dr. Courtenay
+himself.
+
+As you may have imagined before now, the doctor's profession was leisure,
+not medicine.  He had known ambition once, it was said, and with reason,
+for he had studied surgery in Germany for the mere love of the science.
+After which, making the grand tour in France and Italy, he had taken up
+that art of being a gentleman in which men became so proficient in
+my young days.  He had learned to speak French like a Parisian, had
+hobnobbed with wit and wickedness from Versailles to Rome, and then had
+come back to Annapolis to set the fashions and to spend the fortune his
+uncle lately had left him.  He was our censor of beauty, and passed
+judgment upon all young ladies as they stepped into the arena.  To be
+noticed by him meant success; to be honoured in the Gazette was to be
+crowned at once a reigning belle.  The chord of his approval once set
+a-vibrating, all minor chords sang in harmony.  And it was the doctor who
+raised the first public toast to Miss Manners.  Alas!  I might have known
+it would be so!
+
+But Miss Dorothy was not of a nature to remain dependent upon a censor's
+favour.  The minx deported herself like any London belle of experience,
+as tho' she had known the world from her cradle.  She was not to be
+deceived by the face value of the ladies' praises, nor rebuffed
+unmercifully by my Aunt Caroline, who had held the sceptre in the absence
+of a younger aspirant.  The first time these ladies clashed, which was
+not long in coming, my aunt met with a wit as sharp again as her own, and
+never afterwards essayed an open tilt.  The homage of men Dolly took as
+Caesar received tribute, as a matter of course.  The doctor himself rode
+to the races beside the Manners coach, leaning gallantly over the door.
+My lady held court in her father's box, received and dismissed, smiled
+and frowned, with Courtenay as her master of ceremonies.  Mr. Dulany was
+one of the presidents of the Jockey Club that year, and his horse winning
+the honours he presented her with his colours, scarlet and white, which
+she graciously wore.  The doctor swore he would import a horse the next
+season on the chance of the privilege.  My aunt was furious.  I have
+never mentioned her beauty because I never could see it.  'Twas a coarser
+type than attracted me.  She was then not greatly above six and thirty,
+appearing young for that age, and she knew the value of lead in judicious
+quantity.  At that meet gentlemen came to her box only to tally of Miss
+Manners, to marvel that one so young could have the 'bel air', to praise
+her beauty and addresse, or to remark how well Mr. Durlany's red and
+white became her.  With all of which Mrs. Grafton was fain to agree, and
+must even excel, until her small stock of patience was exhausted.  To add
+to her chagrin my aunt lost a pretty sum to the rector by Mr. Dulany's
+horse.  I came upon her after the race trying to coax her head-dress,
+through her coach door, Mr. Allen having tight hold of her hand the
+while.
+
+"And so he thinks he has found a divinity, does: he?" I overheard her
+saying: "I, for one, am heartily sick of Dr. Courtenay's motions.  Were
+he, to choose, a wench out of the King's passengers I'd warrant our
+macaronies to compose odes to her eyebrows."  And at that moment
+perceiving me she added, "Why so disconsolate, my dear nephew?  Miss
+Dolly is the craze now, and will last about as long as another of the
+doctor's whims.  And then you shall have her to yourself."
+
+"A pretty woman is ever the fashion, Aunt Caroline," I said.
+
+"Hoity-toity," returned my aunt, who had by then succeeded in getting her
+head-gear safe within; "the fashion, yes until a prettier comes along."
+
+"There is small danger of that for the present," I said, smiling: "Surely
+you can find no fault with this choice!"
+
+"Gadzooks!  If I were blind, sir, I think I might!"  she cried
+unguardedly.
+
+"I will not dispute that, Aunt Caroline," I answered.
+
+And as I rode off I heard her giving directions in no mild tone to the
+coachman through Mr. Allen.
+
+Perchance you did not know, my dears, that Annapolis had the first
+theatre in all the colonies.  And if you care to search through the heap
+of Maryland Gazettes in the garret, I make no doubt you will come across
+this announcement for a certain night in the spring of the year 1769:
+
+             By Permission of his Excellency, the Governor,
+                    at the New Theatre in Annapolis,
+            by the American Company of Comedians, on Monday
+        next, being the 22nd of this Instant, will be performed
+
+                           ROMEO AND JULIET.
+
+            (Romeo by a young Gentleman for his Diversion.)
+                       Likewise the Farce called
+
+                           MISS IN HER TEENS.
+
+           To begin precisely at Seven of the Clock.  Tickets
+        to be had at the Printing Office.  Box 1Os.  Pit 1s 6d.
+              No Person to be admitted behind the Scenes.
+
+
+The gentleman to perform Romeo was none other than Dr. Courtenay himself.
+He had a gentlemanly passion for the stage, as was the fashion in those
+days, and had organized many private theatricals.  The town was in a
+ferment over the event, boxes being taken a week ahead.  The doctor
+himself writ the epilogue, to be recited by the beautiful Mrs. Hallam,
+who had inspired him the year before to compose that famous poem
+beginning:
+
+                   "Around her see the Graces play,
+                    See Venus' Wanton doves,
+                    And in her Eye's Pellucid Ray
+                    See little Laughing Loves.
+                    Ye gods!  'Tis Cytherea's Face."
+
+
+You may find that likewise in Mr. Green's newspaper.
+
+The new theatre was finished in West Street that spring, the old one
+having proven too small for our gay capital.  'Twas then the best in the
+New World, the censor having pronounced it far above any provincial
+playhouse he had seen abroad.  The scenes were very fine, the boxes
+carved and gilded in excellent good taste, and both pit and gallery
+commodious.  And we, too, had our "Fops' Alley," where our macaronies
+ogled the fair and passed from box to box.
+
+For that night of nights when the doctor acted I received an invitation
+from Dolly to Mr. Marmaduke's box, and to supper afterward in Prince
+George Street.  When I arrived, the playhouse was lit with myriad
+candles,--to be snuffed save the footlights presently,--and the tiers
+were all brilliant with the costumes of ladies and gentlemen.  Miss
+Tayloe and Miss Dulany were of our party, with Fitzhugh and Worthington,
+and Mr. Manners for propriety.  The little fop spent his evening, by the
+way, in a box opposite, where my Aunt Caroline gabbled to him and Mr.
+Allen during the whole performance.  My lady got more looks than any in
+the house.  She always drew admiration; indeed, but there had been much
+speculation of late whether she favoured Dr. Courtenay or Fitzhugh, and
+some had it that the doctor's acting would decide between the two.
+
+When Romeo came upon the stage he was received with loud applause.  But
+my lady showed no interest,--not she, while the doctor fervently recited,
+"Out of her favour, where I am in love."  In the first orchard scene,
+with the boldness of a practised lover, he almost ignored Mrs. Hallam
+in the balcony.  It seemed as though he cast his burning words and
+languishing glances at my lady in the box, whereupon there was a deal of
+nudging round about.  Miss asked for her smelling salts, and declared the
+place was stifling.  But I think if the doctor had cherished a hope of
+her affections he lost it when he arrived at the lines, "She speaks, yet
+she says nothing."  At that unhappy moment Miss Dorothy was deep in
+conversation with Fitzhugh, the audible titter in the audience arousing
+her.  How she reddened when she perceived the faces turned her way!
+
+"What was it, Betty?" she demanded quickly.
+
+But Betty was not spiteful, and would not tell.  Fitzhugh himself
+explained, and to his sorrow, for during the rest of the evening she
+would have nothing to do with him.  Presently she turned to me.  Glancing
+upward to where Patty leaned on the rail between Will Fotheringay and
+Singleton, she whispered:
+
+"I wonder you can sit here so quiet, Richard.  You are showing a deal of
+self-denial."
+
+"I am happy enough," I answered, surprised.
+
+"I hear you have a rival," says she.
+
+"I know I have a dozen," I answered.
+
+"I saw Percy Singleton walking with her in Mr. Galloway's fields but
+yesterday," said Dolly, "and as they came out upon the road they looked
+as guilty as if I had surprised them arm in arm."
+
+Now that she should think I cared for Patty never entered my head.  I was
+thrown all in a heap.
+
+"You need not be so disturbed," whispers my lady.  "Singleton has a
+crooked mouth, and I credit Patty with ample sense to choose between you.
+I adore her, Richard.  I wish I had her sweet ways."
+
+"But," I interrupted, when I was somewhat recovered, "why should you
+think me in love with Patty?  I have never been accused of that before."
+
+"Oh, fie!  You deny her?"  says Dolly.  "I did not think that of you,
+Richard."
+
+"You should know better," I replied, with some bitterness.
+
+We were talking in low tones, Dolly with her head turned from the stage,
+whence the doctor was flinging his impassioned speeches in vain.  And
+though the light fell not upon her face, I seemed to feel her looking me
+through and through.
+
+"You do not care for Patty?"  she whispered.  And I thought a quiver of
+earnestness was in her voice.  Her face was so close to mine that her
+breath fanned my cheek.
+
+"No," I said.  "Why do you ask me?  Have I ever been one to make
+pretences?"
+
+She turned away.
+
+"But you," I said, bending to her ear, "is it Fitzhugh, Dorothy?"
+
+I heard her laugh softly.
+
+"No," said she, "I thought you might divine, sir."
+
+Was it possible?  And yet she had played so much with me that I dared not
+risk the fire.  She had too many accomplished gallants at her feet to
+think of Richard, who had no novelty and no wit.  I sat still, barely
+conscious of the rising and falling voices beyond the footlights, feeling
+only her living presence at my side.  She spoke not another word until
+the playhouse servants had relighted the chandeliers, and Dr. Courtenay
+came in, flushed with triumph, for his mead of praise.
+
+"And how went it, Miss Manners?"  says he, very confident.
+
+"Why, you fell over the orchard wall, doctor," retorts my lady.  "La!
+I believe I could have climbed it better myself."
+
+And all he got was a hearty laugh for his pains, Mr. Marmaduke joining in
+from the back of the box.  And the story was at the Coffee House early on
+the morrow.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+A FESTIVAL AND A PARTING
+
+My grandfather and I were seated at table together.  It was early June,
+the birds were singing in the garden, and the sweet odours of the flowers
+were wafted into the room.
+
+"Richard," says he, when Scipio had poured his claret, "my illness
+cheated you out of your festival last year.  I dare swear you deem
+yourself too old for birthdays now."
+
+I laughed.
+
+"So it is with lads," said Mr. Carvel; "they will rush into manhood as
+heedless as you please.  Take my counsel, boy, and remain young.  Do not
+cross the bridge before you have to.  And I have been thinking that we
+shall have your fete this year, albeit you are grown, and Miss Dolly is
+the belle of the province.  'Tis like sunshine into my old heart to see
+the lads and lasses again, and to hear the merry, merry fiddling.  I will
+have his new Excellency, who seems a good and a kindly man, and Lloyd and
+Tilghman and Dulany and the rest, with their ladies, to sit with me.  And
+there will be plenty of punch and syllabub and sangaree, I warrant; and
+tarts and jellies and custards, too, for the misses.  Ring for Mrs.
+Willis, my son."
+
+Willis came with her curtsey to the old gentleman, who gave his order
+then and there.  He never waited for a fancy of this kind to grow cold.
+
+"We shall all be children again, on that day, Mrs. Willis," says he.
+"And I catch any old people about, they shall be thrust straight in the
+town stocks, i' faith."
+
+Willis made another curtsey.
+
+"We missed it sorely, last year, please your honour," says she, and
+departs smiling.
+
+"And you shall have your Patty Swain, Richard," Mr. Carvel continued.
+"Do you mind how you once asked the favour of inviting her in the place
+of a present?  Oons!  I loved you for that, boy.  'Twas like a Carvel.
+And I love that lass, Whig or no Whig.  'Pon my soul, I do.  She hath
+demureness and dignity, and suits me better than yon whimsical baggage
+you are all mad over.  I'll have Mr. Swain beside me, too.  I'll warrant
+I'd teach his daughter loyalty in a day, and I had again your years and
+your spirit!"
+
+I have but to close my eyes, and my fancy takes me back to that birthday
+festival.  Think of it, my dears!  Near threescore years are gone since
+then, when this old man you call grandfather, and some--bless me!--great-
+grandfather, was a lusty lad like Comyn here.  But his hand is steady as
+he writes these words and his head clear, because he hath not greatly
+disabused that life which God has given him.
+
+How can I, tho' her face and form are painted on my memory, tell you what
+fair, pert Miss Dorothy was at that time'!  Ay, I know what you would
+say: that Sir Joshua's portrait hangs above, executed but the year after,
+and hung at the second exhibition of the Royal Academy.  As I look upon
+it now, I say that no whit of its colour is overcharged.  And there is
+likewise Mr. Peale's portrait, done much later.  I answer that these
+great masters have accomplished what poor, human art can do.  But Nature
+hath given us a better picture.  "Come hither, Bess!  Yes, truly, you
+have Dolly's hair, with the very gloss upon it.  But fashions have
+changed, my child, and that is not as Dolly wore it."  Whereupon Bess
+goes to the portrait, and presently comes back to give me a start.
+And then we go hand in hand up the stairs of Calvert House even to the
+garret, where an old cedar chest is laid away under the eaves.  Bess,
+the minx, well knows it, and takes out a prim little gown with the white
+fading yellow, and white silk mits without fingers, and white stockings
+with clocks, and a gauze cap, with wings and streamers, that sits saucily
+on the black locks; and the lawn-embroidered apron; and such dainty,
+high-heeled slippers with the pearls still a-glisten upon the buckles.
+Away she flies to put them on.  And then my heart gives a leap to see my
+Dorothy back again,--back again as she was that June afternoon we went
+together to my last birthday party, her girlish arms bare to the elbow,
+and the lace about her slender throat.  Yes, Bess hath the very tilt of
+her chin, the regal grace of that slim figure, and the deep blue eyes.
+
+"Grandfather, dear, you are crushing the gown!"
+
+And so the fire is not yet gone out of this old frame.
+
+Ah, yes, there they are again, those unpaved streets of old Annapolis
+arched with great trees on either side.  And here is Dolly, holding her
+skirt in one hand and her fan in the other, and I in a brave blue coat,
+and pumps with gold buttons, and a cocked hat of the newest fashion.
+I had met her leaning over the gate in Prince George Street.  And, what
+was strange for her, so deep in thought that she jumped when I spoke her
+name.
+
+"Dorothy, I have come for you to walk to the party, as we used when we
+were children."
+
+"As we used when we were children!"  cried she.  And flinging wide the
+gate, stretched out her hand for me to take.  "And you are eighteen years
+to-day!  It seems but last year when we skipped hand in hand to Marlboro'
+Street with Mammy Lucy behind us.  Are you coming, mammy?" she called.
+
+"Yes, mistis, I'se comin'," said a voice from behind the golden-rose
+bushes, and out stepped Aunt Lucy in a new turban, making a curtsey to
+me.  "La, Marse Richard!"  said she, "to think you'se growed to be a
+fine gemman!  'Taint but t'other day you was kissin' Miss Dolly on de
+plantation."
+
+"It seems longer than that to me, Aunt Lucy," I answered, laughing at
+Dolly's blushes.
+
+"You have too good a memory, mammy," said my lady, withdrawing her
+fingers from mine.
+
+"Bress you, honey!  De ole woman doan't forgit some things."
+
+And she fell back to a respectful six paces.
+
+"Those were happy times," said Dorothy.  Then the little sigh became a
+laugh.  "I mean to enjoy myself to-day, Richard.  But I fear I shall not
+see as much of you as I used.  You are old enough to play the host, now."
+
+"You shall see as much as you will."
+
+"Where have you been of late, sir?  In Gloucester Street?"
+
+"'Tis your own fault, Dolly.  You are changeable as the sky,--to-day
+sunny, and to-morrow cold.  I am sure of my welcome in Gloucester
+Street."
+
+She tripped a step as we turned the corner, and came closer to my side.
+
+"You must learn to take me as you find me, dear Richard.  To-day I am in
+a holiday humour."
+
+Some odd note in her tone troubled me, and I glanced at her quickly.  She
+was a constant wonder and puzzle to me.  After that night at the theatre
+my hopes had risen for the hundredth time, but I had gone to Prince
+George Street on the morrow to meet another rebuff--and Fitzhugh.  So I
+had learned to interpret her by other means than words, and now her mood
+seemed reckless rather than merry.
+
+"Are you not happy, Dolly?" I asked abruptly.
+
+She laughed.  "What a silly question!" she said.  "Why do you ask?"
+
+"Because I believe you are not."
+
+In surprise she looked up at me, and then down at the pearls upon her
+satin slippers.
+
+"I am going with you to your birthday festival, Richard.  Could we wish
+for more?  I am as happy as you."
+
+"That may well be, for I might be happier."
+
+Again her eyes met mine, and she hummed an air.  So we came to the gate,
+beside which stood Diomedes and Hugo in the family claret-red.  A coach
+was drawn up, and another behind it, and we went down the leafy walk in
+the midst of a bevy of guests.
+
+We have no such places nowadays, my dears, as was my grandfather's.  The
+ground between the street and the brick wall in the rear was a great
+stretch, as ample in acreage as many a small country-place we have in
+these times.  The house was on the high land in front, hedged in by old
+trees, and thence you descended by stately tiers until you came to the
+level which held the dancers.  Beyond that, and lower still, a lilied
+pond widened out of the sluggish brook with a cool and rustic spring-
+house at one end.  The spring-house was thatched, with windows looking
+out upon the water.  Long after, when I went to France, I was reminded
+of the shy beauty of this part of my old home by the secluded pond of the
+Little Trianon.  So was it that King Louis's Versailles had spread its
+influence a thousand leagues to our youthful continent.
+
+My grandfather sat in his great chair on the sward beside the fiddlers,
+his old friends gathering around him, as in former years.
+
+"And this is the miss that hath already broken half the bachelor hearts
+in town!" said he, gayly.  "What was my prediction, Miss Dolly, when you
+stepped your first dance at Carvel Hall?"
+
+"Indeed, you do me wrong, Mr. Carvel!"
+
+"And I were a buck, you would not break mine, I warrant, unless it were
+tit for tat," said my grandfather; thereby putting me to more confusion
+than Dolly, who laughed with the rest.
+
+"'Tis well to boast, Mr. Carvel, when we are out of the battle," cried
+Mr. Lloyd.
+
+Dolly was carried off immediately, as I expected.  The doctor and
+Worthington and Fitzhugh were already there, and waiting.  I stood by Mr.
+Carvel's chair, receiving the guests, and presently came Mr. Swain and
+Patty.
+
+"Heigho!" called Mr. Carvel, when he saw her; "here is the young lady
+that hath my old affections.  You are right welcome, Mr. Swain.  Scipio,
+another chair!  'Tis not over the wall any more, Miss Patty, with our
+flowered India silk.  But I vow I love you best with your etui."
+
+Patty, too, was carried off, for you may be sure that Will Fotheringay
+and Singleton were standing on one foot and then the other, waiting for
+Mr. Carvel to have done.  Next arrived my aunt, in a wide calash and a
+wider hoop, her stays laced so that she limped, and her hair wonderfully
+and fearfully arranged by her Frenchman.  Neither she nor Grafton was
+slow to shower congratulations upon my grandfather and myself.  Mr.
+Marmaduke went through the ceremony after them.  Dorothy's mother drew me
+aside.  As long as I could remember her face had been one that revealed a
+life's disappointment.  But to-day I thought it bore a trace of a deeper
+anxiety.
+
+"How well I recall this day, eighteen years ago, Richard," she said.
+"And how proud your dear mother was that she had given a son to Captain
+Jack.  She had prayed for a son.  I hope you will always do your parents
+credit, my dear boy.  They were both dear, dear friends of mine."
+
+My Aunt Caroline's harsher voice interrupted her.
+
+"Gadzooks, ma'am!"  she cried, as she approached us, "I have never in my
+life laid eyes upon such beauty as your daughter's.  You will have to
+take her home, Mrs. Manners, to do her justice.  You owe it her, ma'am.
+Come, nephew, off with you, and head the minuet with Miss Dolly!"
+
+My grandfather was giving the word to the fiddlers.  But whether a desire
+to cross my aunt held me back, or a sense of duty to greet the guests not
+already come, or a vague intuition of some impending news drawn from Mrs.
+Manners and Dorothy, I know not.  Mr. Fitzhugh was easily persuaded to
+take my place, and presently I slipped unnoticed into a shaded seat on
+the side of the upper terrace, whence I could see the changing figures on
+the green.  And I thought of the birthday festivals Dolly and I had spent
+here, almost since we were of an age to walk.  Wet June days, when the
+broad wings of the house rang with the sound of silver laughter and
+pattering feet, and echoed with music from the hall; and merry June days,
+when the laughter rippled among the lilacs, and pansies and poppies and
+sweet peas were outshone by bright gowns and brighter faces.  And then,
+as if to complete the picture of the past, my eye fell upon our mammies
+modestly seated behind the group of older people, Aunt Hester and Aunt
+Lucy, their honest, black faces aglow with such unselfish enjoyment as
+they alone could feel.
+
+How easily I marked Dorothy among the throng!
+
+Other girls found it hard to compress the spirits of youth within the
+dignity of a minuet, and thought of the childish romp of former years.
+Not so my lady.  Long afterwards I saw her lead a ball with the first
+soldier and gentleman of the land, but on that Tuesday she carried
+herself full as well, so well that his Excellency and the gentlemen about
+him applauded heartily.  As the strains died away and the couples moved
+off among the privet-lined paths, I went slowly down the terrace.
+Dorothy had come up to speak to her mother, Dr. Courtenay lingering
+impatient at her side.  And though her colour glowed deeper, and the wind
+had loosed a wisp of her hair, she took his Excellency's compliments
+undisturbed.  Colonel Sharpe, our former governor, who now made his home
+in the province, sat beside him.
+
+"Now where a-deuce were you, Richard?" said he.  "You have missed as
+pleasing a sight as comes to a man in a lifetime.  Why were you not here
+to see Miss Manners tread a minuet?  My word!  Terpsichore herself could
+scarce have made it go better."
+
+"I saw the dance, sir, from a safe distance," I replied.
+
+"I'll warrant!" said he, laughing, while Dolly shot me a wayward glance
+from under her long lashes.  "I'll warrant your eyes were fast on her
+from beginning to end.  Come, sir, confess!"
+
+His big frame shook with the fun of it, for none in the colony could be
+jollier than he on holiday occasions: and the group of ladies and
+gentlemen beside him caught the infection, so that I was sore put to it.
+
+"Will your Excellency confess likewise?"  I demanded.
+
+"So I will, Richard, and make patent to all the world that she hath the
+remains of that shuttlecock, my heart."
+
+Up gets his Excellency (for so we still called him) and makes Dolly a low
+reverence, kissing the tips of her white fingers.  My lady drops a mock
+curtsey in return.
+
+"Your Excellency can do no less than sue for a dance," drawled Dr.
+Courtenay.
+
+"And no more, I fear, sir, not being so nimble as I once was.  I resign
+in your favour, doctor," said Colonel Sharpe.
+
+Dr. Courtenay made his bow, his hat tucked under his arm.  But he had
+much to learn of Miss Manners if he thought that even one who had been
+governor of the province could command her.  The music was just begun
+again, and I making off in the direction of Patty Swain, when I was
+brought up as suddenly as by a rope.  A curl was upon Dorothy's lips.
+
+"The dance belongs to Richard, doctor," she said.
+
+"Egad, Courtenay, there you have a buffer!"  cried Colonel Sharpe, as the
+much-discomfited doctor bowed with a very ill grace; while I, in no small
+bewilderment, walked off with Dorothy.  And a parting shot of the
+delighted colonel brought the crimson to my face.  Like the wind or April
+weather was my lady, and her ways far beyond such a great simpleton as I.
+
+"So I am ever forced to ask you to dance!"  said Dolly.
+
+"What were you about, moping off alone, with a party in your
+honour, sir?"
+
+"I was watching you, as I told his Excellency."
+
+"Oh, fie!" she cried.  "Why don't you assert yourself, Richard?  There
+was a time when you gave me no peace."
+
+"And then you rebuked me for dangling," I retorted.
+
+Up started the music, the fiddlers bending over their bows with flushed
+faces, having dipped into the cool punch in the interval.  Away flung my
+lady to meet Singleton, while I swung Patty, who squeezed my hand in
+return.  And soon we were in the heat of it,--sober minuet no longer, but
+romp and riot, the screams of the lasses a-mingle with our own laughter,
+as we spun them until they were dizzy.  My brain was a-whirl as well, and
+presently I awoke to find Dolly pinching my arm.
+
+"Have you forgotten me, Richard?" she whispered.  "My other hand, sir.
+It is I down the middle."
+
+Down we flew between the laughing lines, Dolly tripping with her head
+high, and then back under the clasped hands in the midst of a fire of
+raillery.  Then the music stopped.  Some strange exhilaration was in
+Dorothy.
+
+"Do you remember the place where I used to play fairy godmother, and wind
+the flowers into my hair?" said she.
+
+What need to ask?
+
+"Come!" she commanded decisively.
+
+"With all my heart!" I exclaimed, wondering at this new caprice.
+
+"If we can but slip away unnoticed, they will never find us there," she
+said.  And led the way herself, silent.  At length we came to the damp
+shade where the brook dived under the corner of the wall.  I stooped to
+gather the lilies of the valley, and she wove them into her hair as of
+old.  Suddenly she stopped, the bunch poised in her hand.
+
+"Would you miss me if I went away, Richard?"  she asked, in a low voice.
+
+"What do you mean, Dolly?" I cried, my voice failing.  Just that," said
+she.
+
+"I would miss you, and sorely, tho' you give me trouble enough."
+
+"Soon I shall not be here to trouble you, Richard.  Papa has decided that
+we sail next week, on the Annapolis, for home."
+
+"Home!" I gasped.  "England?"
+
+"I am going to make my bow to royalty," replied she, dropping a deep
+curtsey.  "Your Majesty, this is Miss Manners, of the province of
+Maryland!"
+
+"But next week!" I repeated, with a blank face.  "Surely you cannot be
+ready for the Annapolis!"
+
+"McAndrews has instructions to send our things after," said she.  "There!
+You are the first person I have told.  You should feel honoured, sir."
+
+I sat down upon the grass by the brook, and for the moment the sap of
+life seemed to have left me.  Dolly continued to twine the flowers.
+Through the trees sifted the voices and the music, sounds of happiness
+far away.  When I looked up again, she was gazing into the water.
+
+"Are you glad to go?" I asked.
+
+"Of course," answered the minx, readily.  "I shall see the world, and
+meet people of consequence."
+
+"So you are going to England to meet people of consequence!" I cried
+bitterly.
+
+"How provincial you are, Richard!  What people of consequence have we
+here?  The Governor and the honourable members of his Council, forsooth!
+There is not a title save his Excellency's in our whole colony, and
+Virginia is scarce better provided."
+
+"In spite of my feeling I was fain to laugh at this, knowing well that
+she had culled it all from little Mr. Marmaduke himself.
+
+"All in good time," said I.  "We shall have no lack of noted men
+presently."
+
+"Mere two-penny heroes," she retorted.  "I know your great men, such as
+Mr. Henry and Dr. Franklin and Mr. Adams."
+
+I began pulling up the grass savagely by the roots.
+
+"I'll lay a hundred guineas you have no regrets at leaving any of us, my
+fine miss!" I cried, getting to my feet.  "You would rather be a lady of
+fashion than have the love of an honest man,--you who have the hearts of
+too many as it is."
+
+Her eyes lighted, but with mirth.  Laughing, she chose a little bunch of
+the lilies and worked them into my coat.
+
+"Richard, you silly goose!" she said; "I dote upon seeing you in a
+temper."
+
+I stood between anger and God knows what other feelings, now starting
+away, now coming back to her.  But I always came back.
+
+"You have ever said you would marry an earl, Dolly," I said sadly.
+"I believe you do not care for any of us one little bit."
+
+She turned away, so that for the moment I could not see her face, then
+looked at me with exquisite archness over her shoulder.  The low tones of
+her voice were of a richness indescribable.  'Twas seldom she made use of
+them.
+
+"You will be coming to Oxford, Richard."
+
+"I fear not, Dolly," I replied soberly.  "I fear not, now.  Mr. Carvel is
+too feeble for me to leave him."
+
+At that she turned to me, another mood coming like a gust of wind on the
+Chesapeake.
+
+"Oh, how I wish they were all like you!" she cried, with a stamp of her
+foot.  "Sometimes I despise gallantry.  I hate the smooth compliments of
+your macaronies.  I thank Heaven you are big and honest and clumsy and--"
+
+"And what, Dorothy?" I asked, bewildered.
+
+"And stupid," said she.  "Now take me back, sir."
+
+We had not gone thirty paces before we heard a hearty bass voice singing:
+
+             "'It was a lover and his lass,
+               With a hey, with a ho, with a hey nonino.'"
+
+And there was Colonel Sharpe, straying along among the privet hedges.
+
+
+And so the morning of her sailing came, so full of sadness for me.  Why
+not confess, after nigh threescore years, that break of day found me
+pacing the deserted dock.  At my back, across the open space, was the
+irregular line of quaint, top-heavy shops since passed away, their
+sightless windows barred by solid shutters of oak.  The good ship
+Annapolis, which was to carry my playmate to broader scenes, lay among
+the shipping, in the gray roads just quickening with returning light.
+How my heart ached that morning none shall ever know.  But, as the sun
+shot a burning line across the water, a new salt breeze sprang up and
+fanned a hope into flame.  'Twas the very breeze that was to blow Dorothy
+down the bay.  Sleepy apprentices took down the shutters, and polished
+the windows until they shone again; and chipper Mr. Denton Jacques, who
+did such a thriving business opposite, presently appeared to wish me a
+bright good morning.
+
+I knew that Captain Waring proposed to sail at ten of the clock; but
+after breakfasting, I was of two minds whether to see the last of Miss
+Dorothy, foreseeing a levee in her honour upon the ship.  And so it
+proved.  I had scarce set out in a pungy from the dock, when I perceived
+a dozen boats about the packet; and when I thrust my shoulders through
+the gangway, there was the company gathered at the mainmast.  They made a
+gay bit of colour,--Dr. Courtenay in a green coat laced with fine
+Mechlin, Fitzhugh in claret and silk stockings of a Quaker gray, and the
+other gentlemen as smartly drest.  The Dulany girls and the Fotheringay
+girls, and I know not how many others, were there to see their friend off
+for home.
+
+In the midst of them was Dorothy, in a crimson silk capuchin, for we had
+had one of our changes of weather.  It was she who spied me as I was
+drawing down the ladder again.
+
+"It is Richard!"  I heard her cry.  "He has come at last."
+
+I gripped the rope tightly, sprang to the deck, and faced her as she came
+out of the group, her lips parted, and the red of her cheeks vying with
+the hood she wore.  I took her hand silently.
+
+"I had given you over, Richard," she said, her eyes looking reproachfully
+into mine.  "Another ten minutes, and I should not have seen you."
+
+Indeed, the topsails were already off the caps, the captain on deck, and
+the men gathered at the capstan.
+
+"Have you not enough to wish you good-by, Dolly?"  I asked.
+
+"There must be a score of them," said my lady, making a face.  "But I
+wish to talk to you."
+
+Mr. Marmaduke, however, had no notion of allowing a gathering in his
+daughter's honour to be broken up.  It had been wickedly said of him,
+when the news of his coming departure got around, that he feared Dorothy
+would fall in love with some provincial beau before he could get her
+within reach of a title.  When he observed me talking to her, he hurried
+away from the friends come to see his wife (he had none himself), and
+seizing me by the arm implored me to take good care of my dear
+grandfather, and to write them occasionally of the state of his health,
+and likewise how I fared.
+
+"I think Dorothy will miss you more than any of them, Richard," said he.
+"Will you not, my dear?"
+
+But she was gone.  I, too, left him without ceremony, to speak to Mrs.
+Manners, who was standing apart, looking shoreward.  She started when I
+spoke, and I saw that tears were in her eyes.
+
+"Are you coming back soon, Mrs. Manners?" I asked.
+
+"Oh, Richard!  I don't know," she answered, with a little choke in her
+voice.  "I hope it will be no longer than a year, for we are leaving all
+we hold dear for a very doubtful pleasure."
+
+She bade me write to them, as Mr. Marmaduke had, only she was sincere.
+Then the mate came, with his hand to his cap, respectfully to inform
+visitors that the anchor was up and down.  Albeit my spirits were low,
+'twas no small entertainment to watch the doctor and his rivals at their
+adieus.  Courtenay had at his command an hundred subterfuges to outwit
+his fellows, and so manoeuvred that he was the last of them over the
+side.  As for me, luckily, I was not worth a thought.  But as the doctor
+leaned over her hand, I vowed in my heart that if Dorothy was to be
+gained only in such a way I would not stoop to it.  And in my heart I
+doubted it.  I heard Dr. Courtenay hint, looking meaningly at her cloak,
+that some of his flowers would not have appeared amiss there.
+
+"Why, doctor," says my lady aloud, with a side glance at me, "the wisdom
+of Solomon might not choose out of twenty baskets."
+
+And this was all the thanks he got for near a boat-load of roses!  When
+at length the impatient mate had hurried him off, Dolly turned to me.  It
+was not in me to say more than:
+
+"Good-by, Dorothy.  And do not forget your old playmate.  He will never
+forget you."
+
+We stood within the gangway.  With a quick movement she threw open her
+cloak, and pinned to her gown I saw a faded bunch of lilies of the
+valley.
+
+I had but the time to press her hand.  The boatswain's pipe whistled, and
+the big ship was already sliding in the water as I leaped into my pungy,
+which Hugo was holding to the ladder.  We pulled off to where the others
+waited.
+
+But the Annapolis sailed away down the bay, and never another glimpse we
+caught of my lady.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+NEWS FROM A FAR COUNTRY
+
+If perchance, my dears, there creeps into this chronicle too much of an
+old man's heart, I know he will be forgiven.  What life ever worth living
+has been without its tender attachment?  Because, forsooth, my hair is
+white now, does Bess flatter herself I do not know her secret?  Or does
+Comyn believe that these old eyes can see no farther than the spectacles
+before them?  Were it not for the lovers, my son, satins and broadcloths
+had never been invented.  And were it not for the lovers, what joys and
+sorrows would we lack in our lives!
+
+That was a long summer indeed.  And tho' Wilmot House was closed, I often
+rode over of a morning when the dew was on the grass.  It cheered me to
+smoke a pipe with old McAndrews, Mr. Manners's factor, who loved to talk
+of Miss Dorothy near as much as I.  He had served her grandfather, and
+people said that had it not been for McAndrews, the Manners fortune had
+long since been scattered, since Mr. Marmaduke knew nothing of anything
+that he should.  I could not hear from my lady until near the first of
+October, and so I was fain to be content with memories--memories and hard
+work.  For I had complete charge of the plantation now.
+
+My Uncle Grafton came twice or thrice, but without his family, Aunt
+Caroline and Philip having declared their independence.  My uncle's
+manner to me was now of studied kindness, and he was at greater pains
+than before to give me no excuse for offence.  I had little to say to
+him.  He spent his visits reading to Mr. Carvel, who sat in his chair all
+the day long.  Mr. Allen came likewise, to perform the same office.
+
+My contempt for the rector was grown more than ever.  On my grandfather's
+account, however, I refrained from quarrelling with him.  And, when we
+were alone, my plain speaking did not seem to anger him, or affect him in
+any way.  Others came, too.  Such was the affection Mr. Carvel's friends
+bore him that they did not desert him when he was no longer the companion
+he had been in former years.  We had more company than the summer before.
+
+In the autumn a strange thing happened.  When we had taken my grandfather
+to the Hall in June, his dotage seemed to settle upon him.  He became a
+trembling old man, at times so peevish that we were obliged to summon
+with an effort what he had been.  He was suspicious and fault-finding
+with Scipio and the other servants, though they were never so busy for
+his wants.  Mrs. Willis's dainties were often untouched, and he would
+frequently sit for hours between slumber and waking, or mumble to himself
+as I read the prints.  But about the time of the equinoctial a great gale
+came out of the south so strongly that the water rose in the river over
+the boat landing; and the roof was torn from one of the curing-sheds.
+The next morning dawned clear, and brittle, and blue.  To my great
+surprise, Mr. Carvel sent for me to walk with him about the place, that
+he might see the damage with his own eyes.  A huge walnut had fallen
+across the drive, and when he came upon it he stopped abruptly.
+
+"Old friend!" he cried, "have you succumbed?  After all these years have
+you dropped from the weight of a blow?  "He passed his hand caressingly
+along the trunk, and scarce ever had I seen him so affected.  In truth,
+for the instant I thought him deranged.  He raised his cane above his
+shoulder and struck the bark so heavily that the silver head sunk deep
+into the wood.  "Look you, Richard," he said, the water coming into his
+eyes, "look you, the heart of it is gone, lad; and when the heart is
+rotten 'tis time for us to go.  That walnut was a life friend, my son.
+We have grown together," he continued, turning from me to the giant and
+brushing his cheeks, "but by God's good will we shall not die so, for my
+heart is still as young as the days when you were sprouting."
+
+And he walked back to the house more briskly than he had come, refusing,
+for the first time, my arm.  And from that day, I say, he began to mend.
+The lacing of red came again to his cheeks, and before we went back to
+town he had walked with me to Master Dingley's tavern on the highroad,
+and back.
+
+We moved into Marlboro' Street the first part of November.  I had seen my
+lady off for England, wearing my faded flowers, the panniers of the fine
+gentleman in a neglected pile at her cabin door.  But not once had she
+deigned to write me.  It was McAndrews who told me of her safe arrival.
+In Annapolis rumours were a-flying of conquests she had already made.  I
+found Betty Tayloe had had a letter, filled with the fashion in caps and
+gowns, and the mention of more than one noble name.  All of this being,
+for unknown reasons, sacred, I was read only part of the postscript, in
+which I figured: "The London Season was done almost before we arrived,"
+so it ran.  "We had but the Opportunity to pay our Humble Respects to
+their Majesties; and appear at a few Drum-Majors and Garden Fetes.  Now
+we are off to Brighthelmstone, and thence, so Papa says, to Spa and the
+Continent until the end of January.  I am pining for news of Maryland,
+dearest Betty.  Address me in care of Mr. Ripley, Barrister, of Lincoln's
+Inn, and bid Richard Carvel write me."
+
+"Which does not look as if she were coming back within the year," said
+Betty, as she poured me a dish of tea.
+
+Alas, no!  But I did not write.  I tried and failed.  And then I tried to
+forget.  I was constant at all the gayeties, gave every miss in town a
+share of my attention, rode to hounds once a week at Whitehall or the
+South River Club with a dozen young beauties.  But cantering through the
+winter mists 'twas Dolly, in her red riding-cloak and white beaver, I saw
+beside me.  None of them had her seat in the saddle, and none of them her
+light hand on the reins.  And tho' they lacked not fire and skill, they
+had not my lady's dash and daring to follow over field and fallow, stream
+and searing, and be in at the death with heightened colour, but never a
+look away.
+
+Then came the first assembly of the year.  I got back from Bentley Manor,
+where I had been a-visiting the Fotheringays, just in time to call for
+Patty in Gloucester Street.
+
+"Have you heard the news from abroad, Richard?"  she asked, as I handed
+her into my chariot.
+
+"Never a line," I replied.
+
+"Pho!" exclaimed Patty; "you tell me that!  Where have you been hiding?
+Then you shall not have it from me."
+
+I had little trouble, however, in persuading her.  For news was a rare
+luxury in those days, and Patty was plainly uncomfortable until she
+should have it out.
+
+"I would not give you the vapours to-night for all the world, Richard,"
+she exclaimed.  "But if you must,--Dr. Courtenay has had a letter from
+Mr. Manners, who says that Dolly is to marry his Grace of Chartersea.
+There now!"
+
+"And I am not greatly disturbed," I answered, with a fine, careless air.
+
+The lanthorn on the chariot was burning bright.  And I saw Patty look at
+me, and laugh.
+
+"Indeed!" says she; "what a sex is that to which you belong.  How ready
+are men to deny us at the first whisper!  And I thought you the most
+constant of all.  For my part, I credit not a word of it.  'Tis one of
+Mr. Marmaduke's lies and vanities."
+
+"And for my part, I think it true as gospel," I cried.  "Dolly always
+held a coronet above her colony, and all her life has dreamed of a duke."
+
+"Nay," answered Patty, more soberly; "nay, you do her wrong.  You will
+discover one day that she is loyal to the core, tho' she has a fop of a
+father who would serve his Grace's chocolate.  We are all apt to talk,
+my dear, and to say what we do not mean, as you are doing."
+
+"Were I to die to-morrow, I would repeat it," I exclaimed.  But I liked
+Patty the better for what she had said.
+
+"And there is more news, of less import," she continued, as I was silent.
+"The Thunderer dropped anchor in the roads to-day, and her officers will
+be at the assembly.  And Betty tells me there is a young lord among
+them,--la!  I have clean forgot the string of adjectives she used,--but
+she would have had me know he was as handsome as Apollo, and so dashing
+and diverting as to put Courtenay and all our wits to shame.  She dined
+with him at the Governor's."
+
+I barely heard her, tho' I had seen the man-o'-war in the harbour as I
+sailed in that afternoon.
+
+The assembly hall was filled when we arrived, aglow with candles and a-
+tremble with music, the powder already flying, and the tables in the
+recesses at either end surrounded by those at the cards.  A lively scene,
+those dances at the old Stadt House, but one I love best to recall with a
+presence that endeared it to me.  The ladies in flowered aprons and caps
+and brocades and trains, and the gentlemen in brilliant coats, trimmed
+with lace and stiffened with buckram.  That night, as Patty had
+predicted, there was a smart sprinkling of uniforms from the Thunderer.
+One of those officers held my eye.  He was as well-formed a lad, or man
+(for he was both), as it had ever been my lot to see.  He was neither
+tall nor short, but of a good breadth.  His fair skin was tanned by the
+weather, and he wore his own wavy hair powdered, as was just become the
+fashion, and tied with a ribbon behind.
+
+"Mercy, Richard, that must be his Lordship.  Why, his good looks are all
+Betty claimed for them!" exclaimed Patty.  Mr. Lloyd, who was standing
+by, overheard her, and was vastly amused at her downright way.
+
+"I will fetch him directly, Miss Swain," said he, "as I have done for a
+dozen ladies before you."  And fetch him he did.
+
+"Miss Swain, this is my Lord Comyn," said he.  "Your Lordship, one of the
+boasts of our province."
+
+Patty grew red as the scarlet with which his Lordship's coat was lined.
+She curtseyed, while he made a profound bow.
+
+"What!  Another boast, Mr. Lloyd!" he cried.  "Miss Swain is the tenth
+I have met.  But I vow they excel as they proceed."
+
+"Then you must meet no more, my Lord," said Patty, laughing at Mr.
+Lloyd's predicament.
+
+"Egad, then, I will not," declared Comyn.  "I protest I am satisfied."
+
+Then I was presented.  He had won me on the instant with his open smile
+and frank, boyish manner.
+
+"And this is young Mr. Carvel, whom I hear wins every hunt in the
+colony?"  said he.
+
+"I fear you have been misinformed, my Lord," I replied, flashing with
+pleasure nevertheless.
+
+"Nay, my Lord," Mr. Lloyd struck in; "Richard could ride down the devil
+himself, and he were a fox.  You will see for yourself to-morrow."
+
+"I pray we may not start the devil," said his Lordship; "or I shall be
+content to let Mr. Carvel run him down."
+
+This Comyn was a man after my own fancy, as, indeed, he took the fancy
+of every one at the ball.  Though a viscount in his own right, he gave
+himself not half the airs over us provincials as did many of his
+messmates.  Even Mr. Jacques, who was sour as last year's cider over the
+doings of Parliament, lost his heart, and asked why we were not favoured
+in America with more of his sort.
+
+By a great mischance Lord Comyn had fallen into the tender clutches of my
+Aunt Caroline.  It seemed she had known his uncle, the Honourable Arthur
+Comyn, in New York; and now she undertook to be responsible for his
+Lordship's pleasure at Annapolis, that he might meet only those of the
+first fashion.  Seeing him talking to Patty, my aunt rose abruptly from
+her loo and made toward us, all paint and powder and patches, her chin in
+the air, which barely enabled her to look over Miss Swain's head.
+
+"My Lord," she cries, "I will show you our colonial reel, which is about
+to begin, and I warrant you is gayer than any dance you have at home."
+
+"Your very devoted, Mrs. Carvel," says his Lordship, with a bow, "but
+Miss Swain has done me the honour."
+
+"O Lud!" cries my aunt, sweeping the room, "I vow I cannot keep pace with
+the misses nowadays.  Is she here?"
+
+"She was but a moment since, ma'am," replied Comyn, instantly, with a
+mischievous look at me, while poor Patty stood blushing not a yard
+distant.
+
+There were many who overheard, and who used their fans and their napkins
+to hide their laughter at the very just snub Mrs. Grafton had received.
+And I wondered at the readiness with which he had read her character,
+liking him all the better.  But my aunt was not to be disabled by this,--
+not she.  After the dance she got hold of him, keeping him until certain
+designing ladies with daughters took him away; their names charity
+forbids me to mention.  But in spite of them all he contrived to get
+Patty for supper, when I took Betty Tayloe, and we were very merry at
+table together.  His Lordship proved more than able to take care of
+himself, and contrived to send Philip about his business when he pulled
+up a chair beside us.  He drank a health to Miss Swain, and another to
+Miss Tayloe, and was on the point of filling a third glass to the ladies
+of Maryland, when he caught himself and brought his hand down on the
+table.
+
+"Gad's life!" cried he, "but I think she's from Maryland, too!"
+
+"Who?" demanded the young ladies, in a breath.
+
+But I knew.
+
+"Who!" exclaimed Comyn.  "Who but Miss Dorothy Manners!  Isn't she from
+Maryland?  "And marking our astonished nods, he continued: "Why, she
+descended upon Mayfair when they were so weary for something to worship,
+and they went mad over her in a s'ennight.  I give you Miss Manners!"
+
+"And you know her!" exclaimed Patty, her voice quivering with excitement.
+
+"Faith!" said his Lordship, laughing.  "For a whole month I was her most
+devoted, as were we all at Almack's.  I stayed until the last minute for
+a word with her,--which I never got, by the way,--and paid near a guinea
+a mile for a chaise to Portsmouth as a consequence.  Already she has had
+her choice from a thousand a year up, and I tell you our English ladies
+are green with envy."
+
+I was stunned, you may be sure.  And yet, I might have expected it.
+
+"If your Lordship has left your heart in England," said Betty, with a
+smile," I give you warning you must not tell our ladies here of it."
+
+"I care not who knows it, Miss Tayloe," he cried.  That fustian,
+insincerity, was certainly not one of his faults.  "I care not who knows
+it.  To pass her chariot is to have your heart stolen, and you must needs
+run after and beg mercy.  But, ladies," he added, his eye twinkling;
+"having seen the women of your colony, I marvel no longer at Miss
+Manners's beauty."
+
+He set us all a-laughing.
+
+"I fear you were not born a diplomat, sir," says Patty.  "You agree that
+we are beautiful, yet to hear that one of us is more so is small
+consolation."
+
+"We men turn as naturally to Miss Manners as plants to the sun, ma'am,"
+he replied impulsively.  "Yet none of us dare hope for alliance with so
+brilliant and distant an object.  I make small doubt those are Mr.
+Carvel's sentiments, and still he seems popular enough with the ladies.
+How now, sir?  How now, Mr. Carvel?  You have yet to speak on so tender
+a subject."
+
+My eyes met Patty's.
+
+"I will be no more politic than you, my Lord," I said boldly, "nor will
+I make a secret of it that I adore Miss Manners full as much."
+
+"Bravo, Richard!"  cries Patty; and "Good!" cries his Lordship, while
+Betty claps her hands.  And then Comyn swung suddenly round in his chair.
+
+"Richard Carvel!" says he.  "By the seven chimes I have heard her mention
+your name.  The devil fetch my memory!"
+
+"My name!" I exclaimed, in surprise, and prodigiously upset.
+
+"Yes," he answered, with his hand to his head; "some such thought was in
+my mind this afternoon when I heard of your riding.  Stay!  I have it!  I
+was at Ampthill, Ossory's place, just before I left.  Some insupportable
+coxcomb was boasting a marvellous run with the hounds nigh across
+Hertfordshire, and Miss Manners brought him up with a round turn and a
+half hitch by relating one of your exploits, Richard Carvel.  And take my
+word on't she got no small applause.  She told how you had followed a
+fox over one of your rough provincial counties, which means three of
+Hertfordshire, with your arm broken, by Heaven!  and how they lifted you
+off at the death.  And, Mr. Carvel," said my Lord, generously, looking at
+my flushed face, "you must give me your hand for that."
+
+So Dorothy in England had thought of me at least.  But what booted it if
+she were to marry a duke!  My thoughts began to whirl over all Comyn had
+said of her so that I scarce heard a question Miss Tayloe had put.
+
+"Marry Chartersea!  That profligate pig!"  Comyn was saying.  "She would
+as soon marry a chairman or a chimneysweep, I'm thinking.  Why, Miss
+Tayloe, Sir Charles Grandison himself would scarce suit her!"
+
+"Good lack!" said Betty, "I think Sir Charles would be the very last for
+Dorothy."
+
+
+
+
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