CHAPTER VI.

_Containing a Conversation Not Quite so Amusing as the

Last_.

IN THE evening Henrietta amused her guests with music. Mrs. Montgomery

Floyd was enthusiastically fond of music, and very proud of her intimate

friendship with Pasta. ‘Oh! you know her, do you?’ ‘Very well; you shall

bring her to my house. She shall sing at all my parties; I love music at

my evenings, but I never pay for it, never. If she will not come in the

evening, I will try to ask her to dinner, once at least. I do not like

singers and tumblers at dinner, but she is very fashionable, and young

men like her; and what I want at my dinners are young men, young men of

very great fashion. I rather want young men at my dinners. I have some;

Lord Languid always comes to me, and he is very fine, you know, very

fine indeed. He goes to very few places, but he always comes to me.’

Mrs. Montgomery Floyd quitted the piano, and seated herself by Mr.

Temple. Mr. Temple was gallant, and Mrs. Montgomery Floyd anxious to

obtain the notice of a gentleman whom Lady Bellair had assured her was

of the first _ton_. Her ladyship herself beckoned Henrietta Temple

to join her on the sofa, and, taking her hand very affectionately,

explained to her all the tactics by which she intended to bring-about

a match between her and Lord Fitzwarrene, very much regretting, at the

same time, that her dear grandson, Lord Bellair, was married; for he,

after all, was the only person worthy of her. ‘He would taste you, my

dear; he would understand you. Dear Bellair! he is so very handsome, and

so very witty. Why did he go and marry? And yet I love his wife. Do you

know her? Oh! she is charming: so very pretty, so very witty, and such

good blood in her veins. I made the match. Why were you not in England?

If you had only come to England a year sooner, you should have married

Bellair. How provoking!’

‘But, really, dear Lady Bellair, your grandson is very happy. What more

can you wish?’

‘Well, my dear, it shall be Lord Fitzwarrene, then. I shall give a

series of parties this year, and ask Lord Fitzwarrene to every one. Not

that it is very easy to get him, my child. There is nobody so difficult

as Lord Fitzwarrene. That is quite right. Men should always be

difficult. I cannot bear men who come and dine with you when you want

them.’

‘What a charming place is Ducie!’ sighed Mrs. Montgomery Floyd to Mr.

Temple. ‘The country is so delightful.’

‘But you would not like to live in the country only,’ said Mr. Temple.

‘Ah! you do not know me!’ sighed the sentimental Mrs. Montgomery Floyd.

‘If you only knew how I love flowers! I wish you could but see my

conservatory in Park-lane!’

‘And how did you find Bath this year, Lady Bellair?’ enquired Miss

Temple.

‘Oh! my dear, I met a charming man there, I forget his name, but the

most distinguished person I ever met; so very handsome, so very witty,

and with blood in his veins, only I forget his name, and it is a very

good name, too. My dear,’ addressing herself to Mrs. Montgomery Floyd,

‘tell me the name of my favourite.’

Mrs. Montgomery Floyd looked a little puzzled: ‘My great favourite!’

exclaimed the irritated Lady Bellair, rapping her fan against the sofa.

‘Oh! why do you not remember names! I love people who remember names. My

favourite, my Bath favourite. What is his name? He is to dine with me

in town. What is the name of my Bath favourite who is certainly to dine

with me in town?’

‘Do you mean Captain Armine?’ enquired Mrs. Montgomery Floyd. Miss

Temple turned pale. ‘That is the man,’ said Lady Bellair. ‘Oh! such a

charming man. You shall marry him, my dear; you shall not marry Lord

Fitzwarrene.’

‘But you forget he is going to be married,’ said Mrs. Montgomery Floyd.

Miss Temple tried to rise, but she could not. She held down her

head. She felt the fever in her cheek. ‘Is our engagement, then, so

notorious?’ she thought to herself.

‘Ah! yes, I forgot he was going to be married,’ said Lady Bellair.

‘Well, then, it must be Lord Fitzwarrene. Besides, Captain Armine is not

rich, but he has got a very fine place though, and I will go and stop

there some day. And, besides, he is over head-and-ears in debt, so they

say. However, he is going to marry a very rich woman, and so all will be

right. I like old families in decay to get round again.’

Henrietta dreaded that her father should observe her confusion; she had

recourse to every art to prevent it. ‘Dear Ferdinand,’ she thought to

herself, ‘thy very rich wife will bring thee, I fear, but a poor dower.

Ah! would he were here!’

‘Whom is Captain Armine going to marry?’ enquired Mr. Temple.

‘Oh! a very proper person,’ said Lady Bellair. ‘I forget her name. Miss

Twoshoes, or something. What is her name, my dear?’

‘You mean Miss Grandison, madam?’ responded Mrs. Montgomery Floyd.

‘To be sure, Miss Grandison, the great heiress. The only one left of the

Grandisons. I knew her grandfather. He was my son’s schoolfellow.’

‘Captain Armine is a near neighbour of ours,’ said Mr. Temple.

‘Oh! you know him,’ said Lady Bellair. ‘Is not he charming?’

‘Are you certain he is going to be married to Miss Grandison?’ enquired

Mr. Temple.

‘Oh! there is no doubt in the world,’ said Mrs. Montgomery Floyd.

‘Everything is quite settled. My most particular friend, Lady Julia

Harteville, is to be one of the bridesmaids. I have seen all the

presents. Both the families are at Bath at this very moment. I saw the

happy pair together every day. They are related, you know. It is an

excellent match, for the Armines have great estates, mortgaged to

the very last acre. I have heard that Sir Ratcliffe Armine has not a

thousand a year he can call his own. We are all so pleased,’ added Mrs.

Montgomery Floyd, as if she were quite one of the family. ‘Is it not

delightful?’

‘They are to be married next month,’ said Lady Bellair. ‘I did not quite

make the match, but I did something. I love the Grandisons, because Lord

Grandison was my son’s friend fifty years ago.’

‘I never knew a person so pleased as Lady Armine is,’ continued Mrs.

Montgomery Floyd. ‘The truth is, Captain Armine has been wild, very wild

indeed; a little of a _roue_; but then such a fine young man, so very

handsome, so truly distinguished, as Lady Bellair says, what could you

expect? But he has sown his wild oats now. They have been engaged these

six months; ever since he came from abroad. He has been at Bath all the

time, except for a fortnight or so, when he went to his Place to make

the necessary preparations. We all so missed him. Captain Armine was

quite the life of Bath I am almost ashamed to repeat what was said of

him,’ added Mrs. Montgomery Floyd, blushing through her rouge; ‘but they

said every woman was in love with him.’

‘Fortunate man!’ said Mr. Temple, bowing, but with a grave expression.

‘And he says, he is only going to marry because he is wearied of

conquests,’ continued Mrs. Montgomery Floyd; ‘how impertinent, is it

not? But Captain Armine says such things! He is quite a privileged

person at Bath!’

Miss Temple rose and left the room. When the hour of general retirement

had arrived, she had not returned. Her maid brought a message that

her mistress was not very well, and offered her excuses for not again

descending.