CHAPTER XXIV.

_Some Account of the Party, and Its Result_.

IN SPITE of the Count Mirabel’s inspiring companionship, it must be

confessed that Ferdinand’s heart failed him when he entered Mr. Temple’s

house. Indeed, had it not been for the encouragement and jolly raillery

of his light-hearted friend, it is not quite clear that he would have

succeeded in ascending the staircase. A mist came over his vision as

he entered the room; various forms, indeed, glanced before him, but he

could distinguish none. He felt so embarrassed, that he was absolutely

miserable. It was Mr. Temple’s hand that he found he had hold of; the

calm demeanour and bland tones of that gentleman somewhat reassured him.

Mr. Temple was cordial, and Count Mirabel hovered about Ferdinand, and

covered his confusion. Then he recognised the duchess and his mother;

they were sitting together, and he went up and saluted them. He dared

not look round for the lady of the house. Lady Bellair was talking to

his father. At last he heard his name called by the Count. ‘Armine,

_mon cher_, see this beautiful work!’ and Ferdinand advanced, or rather

staggered, to a window where stood the Count before a group, and in

a minute he clasped the hand of Henrietta Temple. He could not speak.

Katherine was sitting by her, and Lord Montfort standing behind her

chair. But Count Mirabel never ceased talking, and with so much art and

tact, that in a few moments he had succeeded in producing comparative

ease on all sides.

‘I am so glad that you have come to-day,’ said Henrietta. Her eyes

sparkled with a strange meaning, and then she suddenly withdrew her

gaze. The rose of her cheek alternately glowed and faded. It was a

moment of great embarrassment, and afterwards they often talked of it.

Dinner, however, was soon announced as served, for Mirabel and Ferdinand

had purposely arrived at the last moment. As the duke advanced to offer

his arm to Miss Temple, Henrietta presented Ferdinand with a flower, as

if to console him for the separation. It was a round table; the duchess

and Lady Bellair sat on each side of Mr. Temple, the duke on the right

hand of Miss Temple; where there were so many members of the same

family, it was difficult to arrange the guests. Ferdinand held back,

when Count Mirabel, who had secured a seat by Henrietta, beckoned to

Ferdinand, and saying that Lady Bellair wished him to sit next to her,

pushed Ferdinand, as he himself walked away, into the vacated seat.

Henrietta caught the Count’s eye as he moved off; it was a laughing eye.

‘I am glad you sit next to me,’ said Lady Bellair to the Count, ‘because

you are famous. I love famous people, and you are very famous. Why don’t

you come and see me? Now I have caught you at last, and you shall come

and dine with me the 7th, 8th, or 9th of next month; I have dinner

parties every day. You shall dine with me on the 8th, for then Lady

Frederick dines with me, and she will taste you. You shall sit next

to Lady Frederick, and mind you flirt with her. I wonder if you are as

amusing as your grandfather. I remember dancing a minuet with him at

Versailles seventy years ago.’

‘It is well recollected in the family,’ said the Count.

‘Ah! you rogue!’ said the little lady, chuckling, ‘you lie! I like a lie

sometimes,’ she resumed, ‘but then it must be a good one. Do you know,

I only say it to you, but I am half afraid lies are more amusing than

truth.’

‘Naturally,’ said the Count, ‘because truth must in general be

commonplace, or it would not be true.’

In the meantime, Ferdinand was seated next to Henrietta Temple. He might

be excused for feeling a little bewildered. Indeed, the wonderful events

of the last four-and-twenty hours were enough to deprive anyone of a

complete command over his senses. What marvel, then, that he nearly

carved his soup, ate his fish with a spoon; and drank water instead of

wine! In fact, he was labouring under a degree of nervous excitement

which rendered it quite impossible for him to observe the proprieties of

life. The presence of all these persons was insupportable to him. Five

minutes alone with her in the woods of Ducie, and he would have felt

quite reassured. Miss Temple avoided his glance! She was, in truth,

as agitated as himself, and talked almost entirely to the duke; yet

sometimes she tried to address him, and say kind things. She called him

Ferdinand; that was quite sufficient to make him happy, although he felt

very awkward. He had been seated some minutes before he observed that

Glastonbury was next to him.

‘I am so nervous, dear Glastonbury,’ said Ferdinand, ‘that I do not

think I shall be able to remain in the room.’

‘I have heard something,’ said Glastonbury, with a smile, ‘that makes me

quite bold.’

‘I cannot help fancying that it is all enchantment,’ said Ferdinand.

‘There is no wonder, my dear boy, that you are enchanted,’ said

Glastonbury.

‘Ferdinand,’ said Miss Temple in a low voice, ‘papa is taking wine with

you.’ Ferdinand looked up and caught Mr. Temple’s kind salute.

‘That was a fine horse you were riding to-day,’ said Count Mirabel,

across the table to Miss Grandison.

‘Is it not pretty? It is Lord Montfort’s.’

‘Lord Montfort’s!’ thought Ferdinand. ‘How strange all this seems!’

‘You were not of the riding party this morning,’ said his Grace to

Henrietta.

‘I have not been very well this day or two,’ said Miss Temple.

‘Well, I think you are looking particularly well to-day,’ replied the

duke. ‘What say you, Captain Armine?’

Ferdinand blushed, and looked confused at this appeal, and muttered some

contradictory compliments.

‘Oh! I am very well now,’ said Miss Temple.

‘You must come and dine with me,’ said Lady Bellair to Count Mirabel,

‘because you talk well across a table. I want a man who talks well

across a table. So few can do it without bellowing. I think you do it

very well.’

‘Naturally,’ replied the Count. ‘If I did not do it well, I should not

do it at all.’

‘Ah! you are audacious,’ said the old lady. ‘I like a little impudence.

It is better to be impudent than to be servile.’

‘Mankind are generally both,’ said the Count.

‘I think they are,’ said the old lady. ‘Pray, is the old Duke of

Thingabob alive? You know whom I mean: he was an _émigré_, and a

relation of yours.’

‘De Crillon. He is dead, and his son too.’

‘He was a great talker,’ said Lady Bellair, ‘but then, he was the tyrant

of conversation. Now, men were made to listen as well as to talk.’

‘Without doubt,’ said the Count; ‘for Nature has given us two ears, but

only one mouth.’

‘You said that we might all be very happy,’ whispered Lord Montfort to

Miss Grandison. ‘What think you; have we succeeded?’

‘I think we all look very confused,’ said Miss Grandison. ‘What a

fortunate, idea it was inviting Lady Bellair and the Count. They never

could look confused.’

‘Watch Henrietta,’ said Lord Montfort.

‘It is not fair. How silent Ferdinand is!’

‘Yes, he is not quite sure whether he is Christopher Sly or not,’ said

Lord Montfort. ‘What a fine embarrassment you have contrived, Miss

Grandison!’

‘Nay, Digby, you were the author of it. I cannot help thinking of your

interview with Mr. Temple. You were prompt!’

‘Why, I can be patient, fair Katherine,’ said Lord Montfort; ‘but in the

present instance I shrank from suspense, more, however, for others than

myself. It certainly was a singular interview.’

‘And were you not nervous?’

‘Why, no; I felt convinced that the interview could have only one

result. I thought of your memorable words; I felt I was doing what you

wished, and that I was making all of us happy. However, all honour be to

Mr. Temple! He has proved himself a man of sense.’

As the dinner proceeded, there was an attempt on all sides to be gay.

Count Mirabel talked a great deal, and Lady Bellair laughed at what he

said, and maintained her reputation for repartee. Her ladyship had been

for a long time anxious to seize hold of her gay neighbour, and it was

evident that he was quite ‘a favourite.’ Even Ferdinand grew a little

more at his ease. He ventured to relieve the duke from some of his

labours, and carve for Miss Temple.

‘What do you think of our family party?’ said Henrietta to Ferdinand, in

a low voice.

‘I can think only of one thing,’ said Ferdinand.

‘I am so nervous,’ she continued, ‘that it seems to me I shall every

minute shriek, and leave the room.’

‘I feel the same; I am stupefied.’

‘Talk to Mr. Glastonbury; drink wine, and talk. Look, look at your

mother; she is watching us. She is dying to speak to you, and so is some

one else.’

At length the ladies withdrew. Ferdinand attended them to the door of

the dining-room. Lady Bellair shook her fan at him, but said nothing.

He pressed his mother’s hand. ‘Good-bye, cousin Ferdinand,’ said Miss

Grandison in a laughing tone. Henrietta smiled upon him as she passed

by. It was a speaking glance, and touched his heart. The gentlemen

remained behind much longer than was the custom in Mr. Temple’s house.

Everybody seemed resolved to drink a great deal of wine, and Mr. Temple

always addressed himself to Ferdinand, if anything were required, in

a manner which seemed to recognise, his responsible position in the

family.

Anxious as Ferdinand was to escape to the drawing-room, he could not

venture on the step. He longed to speak to Glastonbury on the subject

which engrossed his thoughts, but he had not courage. Never did a man,

who really believed himself the happiest and most fortunate person in

the world, ever feel more awkward and more embarrassed. Was his father

aware of what had occurred? He could not decide. Apparently, Henrietta

imagined that his mother did, by the observation which she had made at

dinner. Then his father must be conscious of everything. Katherine must

have told all. Were Lord Montfort’s family in the secret? But what use

were these perplexing enquiries? It was certain that Henrietta was to

be his bride, and that Mr. Temple had sanctioned their alliance. There

could be no doubt of that, or why was he there?

At length the gentlemen rose, and Ferdinand once more beheld Henrietta

Temple. As he entered, she was crossing the room with some music in her

hand, she was a moment alone. He stopped, he would have spoken, but his

lips would not move.

‘Well,’ she said, ‘are you happy?’

‘My head wanders. Assure me that it is all true,’ he murmured in an

agitated voice.

‘It is all true; there, go and speak to Lady Armine. I am as nervous as

you are.’

Ferdinand seated himself by his mother.

‘Well, Ferdinand,’ she said, ‘I have heard wonderful things.’

‘And I hope they have made you happy, mother?’

‘I should, indeed, be both unreasonable and ungrateful if they did not;

but I confess to you, my dear child, I am even as much astonished as

gratified.’

‘And my father, he knows everything?’

‘Everything. But we have heard it only from Lord Montfort and Katherine.

We have had no communication with anyone else. And we meet here to-day

in this extraordinary manner, and but for them we should be completely

in the dark.’

‘And the duchess; do they know all?’

‘I conclude so.’

‘’Tis very strange, is it not?’

‘I am quite bewildered.’

‘O mother! is she not beautiful? Do you not love her? Shall we not all

be the happiest family in the world?’

‘I think we ought to be, dear Ferdinand. But I have not recovered from

my astonishment. Ah, my child, why did you not tell me when you were

ill?’

‘Is it not for the best that affairs should have taken the course they

have done? But you must blame Kate as well as me; dear Kate!’

‘I think of her,’ said Lady Armine; ‘I hope Kate will be happy.’

‘She must be, dear mother; only think what an excellent person is Lord

Montfort.’

‘He is indeed an excellent person,’ said Lady Armine; ‘but if I had been

engaged to you, Ferdinand, and it ended by my marrying Lord Montfort, I

should be very disappointed.’

‘The duchess would be of a different opinion,’ said Ferdinand.

Lady Bellair, who was sitting on a sofa opposite, and had hitherto been

conversing with the duchess, who had now quitted her and joined

the musicians, began shaking her fan at Ferdinand in a manner which

signified her extreme desire that he should approach her.

‘Well, Lady Bellair,’ said Ferdinand, seating himself by her side.

‘I am in the secret, you know,’ said her ladyship.

‘What secret, Lady Bellair?’

‘Ah! you will not commit yourself. Well, I like discretion. I have

always seen it from the first. No one has worked for you as I have. I

like true love, and I have left her all my china in my will.’

‘I am sure the legatee is very fortunate, whoever she may be.’

‘Ah, you rogue, you know very well whom I mean. You are saucy; you never

had a warmer friend than myself. I always admired you; you have a great

many good qualities and a great many bad ones. You always were a little

saucy. But I like a little spice of sauciness; I think it takes. I hear

you are great friends with Count Thingabob; the Count, whose

grandfather I danced with seventy years ago. That is right; always have

distinguished friends. Never have fools for friends; they are no use. I

suppose he is in the secret too.’

‘Really, Lady Bellair, I am in no secret. You quite excite my

curiosity.’

‘Well, I can’t get anything out of you, I see that. However, it all

happened at my house, that can’t be denied. I tell you what I will do;

I will give you all a dinner, and then the world will be quite certain

that I made the match.’

Lady Armine joined them, and Ferdinand seized the opportunity of

effecting his escape to the piano.

‘I suppose Henrietta has found her voice again, now,’ whispered

Katherine to her cousin.

‘Dear Katherine, really if you are so malicious, I shall punish you,’

said Ferdinand.

‘Well, the comedy is nearly concluded. We shall join hands, and the

curtain will drop.’

‘And I hope, in your opinion, not an unsuccessful performance.’

‘Why, I certainly cannot quarrel with the catastrophe,’ said Miss

Grandison.

In the meantime, the Count Mirabel had obtained possession of Mr.

Temple, and lost no opportunity of confirming every favourable view

which that gentleman had been influenced by Lord Montfort to take of

Ferdinand and his conduct. Mr. Temple was quite convinced that his

daughter must be very happy, and that the alliance, on the whole, would

be productive of every satisfaction that he had ever anticipated.

The evening drew on; carriages were announced; guests retired; Ferdinand

lingered; Mr. Temple was ushering Lady Bellair, the last guest, to her

carriage; Ferdinand and Henrietta were alone. They looked at each

other, their eyes met at the same moment, there was but one mode of

satisfactorily terminating their mutual embarrassments: they sprang into

each other’s arms. Ah, that was a moment of rapture, sweet, thrilling,

rapid! There was no need of words, their souls vaulted over all petty

explanations; upon her lips, her choice and trembling lips, he sealed

his gratitude and his devotion.

The sound of footsteps was heard, the agitated Henrietta made her escape

by an opposite entrance. Mr. Temple returned, he met Captain Armine with

his hat, and enquired whether Henrietta had retired; and when Ferdinand

answered in the affirmative, wished him good-night, and begged him to

breakfast with them to-morrow.