'I wonder whether he will do anything for Kalliope,' sighed Gillian.
'Oh, Jenny,' exclaimed Miss Adeline, as the two entered the drawing- room. 'You have had such a loss; Rotherwood has been here waiting to see you for an hour, and such an agreeable man he brought with him!'
'Who could it have been?'
'I didn't catch his name-Rotherwood was mumbling in his quick way- indeed, I am not sure he did not think I knew him. A distinguished- looking man, like a picture, with a fine white beard, and he was fresh from Italy; told me all about the Carnival and the curious ceremonies in the country villages.'
'From Italy? It can't have been Mr. White.'
'Mr. White! My dear Jane! this was a gentleman-quite a grand- looking man. He might have been an Italian nobleman, only he spoke English too well for that, though I believe those diplomates can speak all languages. However, you will see, for we are to go and dine with them at eight o'clock-you, and I, and Gillian.'
'You, Ada!'
'Oh! I have ordered the chair round; it won't hurt me with the glasses up. Gillian, my dear, you must put on the white dress that Mrs. Grinstead's maid did up for you-it is quite simple, and I should like you to look nice! Well-oh, how tired you both look! Ring for some fresh tea, Gillian. Have you found a house?'
So excited and occupied was Adeline that the house-hunting seemed to have assumed quite a subordinate place in her mind. It really was an extraordinary thing for her to dine out, though this was only a family party next door; and she soon sailed away to hold counsel with Mrs. Mount on dresses and wraps, and to get her very beautiful hair dressed. She made by far the most imposing appearance of the three when they shook themselves out in the ante-room at the hotel, in her softly-tinted sheeny pale-gray dress, with pearls in her hair, and two beautiful blush roses in her bosom; while her sister, in black satin and coral, somehow seemed smaller than ever, probably from being tired, and from the same cause Gillian had dark marks under her brown eyes, and a much more limp and languid look than was her wont.
Fly was seated on her father's knee, looking many degrees better and brighter, as if his presence were an elixir of life, and when he put her down to greet the arrivals, both she and Mysie sprang to Gillian to ask the result of the quest of houses. The distinguished friend was there, and was talking to Lady Rotherwood about Italian progress, and there was only time for an inquiry and reply as to the success of the search for a house before dinner was announced-the little girls disappeared, and the Marquess gave his arm to his eldest cousin.
'Grand specimen of marble, isn't he!' he muttered.
'Ada hasn't the least idea who he is. She thinks him a great diplomate,' communicated Jane in return, and her arm received an ecstatic squeeze.
It was amusing to Jane Mohun to see how much like a dinner at Rotherwood this contrived to be, with my lady's own footman, and my lord's valet waiting in state. She agreed mentally with her sister that the other guest was a very fine-looking man, with a picturesque head, and he did not seem at all out of place or ill-at-ease in the company in which he found himself. Lord Rotherwood, with a view, perhaps, to prolonging Adeline's mystification, turned the conversation to Italian politics, and the present condition and the industries of the people, on all of which subjects much ready information was given in fluent, good English, with perhaps rather unnecessarily fine words. It was only towards the end of the dinner that a personal experience was mentioned about the impossibility of getting work done on great feast days, or of knowing which were the greater-and the great dislike of the peasant mind to new methods.
When it came to 'At first, I had to superintend every blasting with gelatine,' the initiated were amused at the expression of Adeline's countenance, and the suppressed start of frightful conviction that quivered on her eyelids and the corners of her mouth, though kept in check by good breeding, and then smoothed out into a resolute complacency, which convinced her sister that having inadvertently exalted the individual into the category of the distinguished, she meant to abide staunchly by her first impression.
Lady Rotherwood, like most great ladies in public life, was perfectly well accustomed to have all sorts of people brought home to dinner, and would have been far less astonished than her cousins at sitting down with her grocer; but she gave the signal rather early, and on reaching the sitting-room, where Miss Elworthy was awaiting them, said-
'We will leave them to discuss their water-works at their ease. Certainly residence abroad is an excellent education.'
'A very superior man,' said Adeline.
'Those self-made men always are.'
'In the nature of things, added Miss Mohun, 'or they would not have mounted.'
'It is the appendages that are distressing,' said Lady Rotherwood, 'and they seldom come in one's way. Has this man left any in Italy?'
'Oh no, none alive. He took his wife there for her health, and that was the way he came to set up his Italian quarries; but she and his child both died there long ago, and he has never come back to this place since,' explained Ada.
'But he has relations here,' said Jane. 'His cousin was an officer in Jasper Merrifield's regiment.'
She hoped to have been saying a word in the cause of the young people, but she regretted her attempt, for Lady Rotherwood replied-
'I have heard of them. A very undeserving family, are they not?'
Gillian, whom Miss Elworthy was trying to entertain, heard, and could not help colouring all over, face, neck, and ears, all the more for so much hating the flush and feeling it observed.
Miss Mohun's was a very decided, 'I should have said quite the reverse.'
'Indeed! Well, I heard the connection lamented, for his sake, by- what was her name? Mrs. Stirling-or-'
'Mrs. Stebbing,' said Adeline. 'You don't mean that she has actually called on you?'
'Is there any objection to her?' asked Lady Rotherwood, with a glance to see whether the girl was listening.
'Oh no, no! only he is a mere mason-or quarryman, who has grown rich,' said Adeline.
The hostess gave a little dry laugh.
'Is that all? I thought you had some reason for disapproving of her. I thought her rather sensible and pleasing'
Cringing and flattering, thought Jane; and that is just what these magnificent ladies like in the wide field of inferiors. But aloud she could not help saying, 'My principal objection to Mrs. Stebbing is that I have always thought her rather a gossip-on the scandalous side.' Then, bethinking herself that it would not be well to pursue the subject in Gillian's presence, she explained where the Stebbings lived, and asked how long Lord Rotherwood could stay.
'Only over Sunday. He is going to look over the place to-morrow, and next day there is to be a public meeting about it. I am not sure that we shall not go with him. I do not think the place agrees with Phyllis.'
The last words were spoken just as the two gentlemen had come in from the dining-room, rather sooner than was expected, and they were taken up.
'Agrees with Phyllis! She looks pounds-nay, hundred-weights better than when we left home. I mean to have her down to-morrow on the beach for a lark-castle-building, paddling-with Mysie and Val, and Fergus and all. That's what would set her up best, wouldn't it, Jane?'
Jane gave a laughing assent, wondering how much of this would indeed prove castle-building, though adding that Fergus was at school, and that it was not exactly the time of year for paddling.
'Oh, ah, eh! Well, perhaps not-forestalling sweet St. Valentine- stepping into their nests they paddled. Though St. Valentine is past, and I thought our fortunes had been made, Mr. White, by calling this the English Naples, and what not.'
'Those are the puffs, my lord. There is a good deal of difference even between this and Rocca Marina, which is some way up the mountain.'