Juliet, in re-mounting the stairs, was stopt, by her new acquaintance, before the door of his apartment.
‘If you knew,’ he said, ‘how despitefully I have been treated, and how miserably black and blue I have been pinched, by the little Imp whose offer you have rejected, sleep would fly your eyes at night, from remorse for your hardness of heart. Its Impship insists upon it, that the fault must all be mine. What! it cries, would you persuade me, that a young creature whose face beams with celestial sweetness, whose voice is the voice of melody, whose eyes have the softness of the Dove’s—’
Juliet, though she smiled, would have escaped; but he told her he must be heard.
‘Would you persuade me, quoth my sprite, that such an angelic personage, would rather let my poor despised coin canker and rust in your miserly coffers, than disperse it about in the world, in kind, generous, or useful activity? No, my antique, continues my little elf, you have presented it in some clumsy, hunchy, awkward mode, that has made her deem you an unworthy bearer of fairy gifts; and she flies the downy wings of my gentle succour, from the fear of falling into your rough and uncooth claws.’
Juliet, who now, through the ill-closed fingers of his gouty hand, discerned his prepared purse, seriously begged to decline this discussion.
‘What malice you must bear me!’ he cried. ‘You are surely in the pay of my evil genius! and I shall be whipt with nettles, or scratched with thorns, all night, in revenge of my failure! And that parcel, too,—which strains the fine fibres of your fair hands,—cast it but down, and millions of my little elves will struggle to convey it safely to your chamber.’
‘I doubt not their dexterity,’ answered Juliet, ‘nor the benevolence of their fabricator; but I assure you, Sir, I want no help.’
‘If you will not accept their aerial services, deign, at least, not to refuse mine!’
He endeavoured, now, to take the gown-packet into his own hands; laughingly saying, upon her grave resistance, ‘Beware, fair nymph, of the dormant sensations which you may awaken, if you should make me suppose you afraid of me! Many a long day is past, alas! and gone, since I could flatter myself with the idea of exciting fear in a young breast!’
Ceasing, however, the attempt, after some courteous apologies, he respectfully let her pass.
But, upon entering her room, she heard something chink as she deposited her parcel upon a table; and, upon examination, found that he had managed to slip into it, during the contest, a little green purse.
Vexed at this contrivance, and resolved not to lose an instant in returning what no distress could induce her to retain, she immediately descended; but the staircase was vacant, and the door was closed. Fearful any delay might authorize a presumption of acceptance, she assumed courage to tap at the door.
A scampering, at the same moment, up the stairs, made her instantly regret this measure; and by no means the less, for finding herself recognized, and abruptly accosted by young Gooch, the farmer’s son, at the very moment that her gouty admirer had hobbled to answer to her summons.
‘Well, see if I a’n’t a good marksman!’ he cried; ‘for else, Ma’am, I might have passed you; for they told me, below, you were up there, at the very top of the house. But I’d warrant to pick you out from a hundred, Ma’am; as neat as my father would one of his stray sheep. But what I come for, Ma’am, is to ask the favour of your company, if it’s agreeable to you, to a little junket at our farm.’
Then, rubbing his hands with great glee, unregarding the surprised look of Juliet, at such an invitation, or the amused watchfulness of the observant old beau, he went glibly on.
‘Father’s to give it, Ma’am. You never saw old dad, I believe, Ma’am? The old gentleman’s a very good old chap; only he don’t like our clubs: for he says they make me speak quite in the new manner; so that the farmers, he says, don’t know what I’d be at. He’s rather in years, Ma’am, poor man. He don’t know much how things go. However, he’s a very well meaning old gentleman.’
Juliet gravely enquired, to what unknown accident she might attribute an invitation so unexpected?
‘Why, Ma’am,’ answered Gooch, delighted at the idea of having given her an agreeable surprize, ‘Why it’s the ‘Squire, Ma’am, that put it into my head. You know who I mean? our rich cousin, ‘Squire Tedman. He’s a great friend of yours, I can assure you, Ma’am. He wants you to take a little pleasure sadly. And he’s sadly afraid, too, he says, that you’ll miss him, now he’s gone to town; for he used often, he says, to bring you one odd thing or another. He’s got a fine fortune of his own, my cousin the ‘Squire. And he’s a widower.—And he’s taken a vast liking to you, I can tell you, Ma’am;—so who knows....’
Juliet would have been perfectly unmoved by this ignorant forwardness, but for the presence of a stranger, to whose good opinion, after her experience of his benevolence, she could not be indifferent. With an air, therefore, that marked her little satisfaction at this familiar jocoseness, she declined the invitation; and begged the young man to acquaint Mr Tedman, that, though obliged to his intentions, she should feel a yet higher obligation in his forbearance to forward to her, in future, any similar proposals.
‘Why, Ma’am,’ cried young Gooch, astonished, ‘this i’n’t a thing you can get at every day! We shall have all the main farmers of the neighbourhood! for it’s given on account of a bargain that we’ve made, of a nice little slip of land, just by our square hay-field. And I’ve leave to choose six of the company myself. But they won’t be farmers, Ma’am, I can tell you! They’ll be young fellows that know better how the world goes. And we shall have your good friend ‘Squire Stubbs; for it’s he that made our bargain.’
Juliet, now, turning from him to the silent, remarking stranger, said, ‘I am extremely ashamed, Sir, to obtrude thus upon your time, but the person for whom you so generously destined this donation commissions me to return it, with many thanks, and an assurance that it is not at all wanted.’
She held out her hand with the purse, but, drawing back from receiving it, ‘Madam,’ he cried, ‘I would upon no account offend any one who has the honour of being known to you; but you will not, therefore, I hope, insist that I should quarrel with myself, by taking what does not belong to me?’
While Juliet, now, looked wistfully around, to discover some place where she might drop the purse, unseen by the young man, whose misinterpretations might be injurious, the youth volubly continued his own discourse.
‘We shall give a pretty good entertainment in the way of supper, I assure you, Ma’am; for we shall have a goose at top, and a turkey at bottom, and as fine a fat pig as ever you saw in your life in the middle; with as much ale, and mead, and punch, as you can desire to drink. And, as all my sisters are at home, and a brace or so of nice young lasses of their acquaintance, besides ever so many farmers, and us seven stout young fellows of my club, into the bargain, we intend to kick up a dance. It may keep you out a little late, to be sure, Ma’am, but you shall have our chay-cart to bring you home. You know our chay-cart of old, Ma’am?’
‘I, Sir?’
‘Why, lauk! have you forgot that, Ma’am? Why it’s our chay-cart that brought you to Brighton, from Madam Maple’s at Lewes, as good as half a year ago. Don’t you remember little Jack, that drove you? and that went for you again the next day, to fetch you back?’
Juliet now found, that this was the carriage procured for her by Harleigh, upon her first arrival at Lewes; and, though chagrined at the air of former, or disguised intimacy, which such an incident might seem to convey to her new friend, she immediately acknowledged recollecting the circumstance.
‘Well, I’m only sorry, Ma’am, I did not drive you myself; but I had not the pleasure of your acquaintance then, Ma’am; for ’twas before of our acting together.’
The surprise of the listening old gentleman now altered its expression, from earnest curiosity to suppressed pleasantry; and he leant against his door, to take a pinch of snuff, with an air that denoted him to be rather waiting for some expected amusement, than watching, as heretofore, for some interesting explanation.
Juliet, in discerning the passing change in his ideas, became more than ever eager to return the purse; yet more than ever fearful of misconstruction from young Gooch; whom she now, with encreased dissatisfaction, begged to lose no time in acquainting Mr Tedman, that business only ever took her from home.
‘Why, that’s but moping for you, neither, Ma’am,’ he answered, in a tone of pity. ‘You’d have double the spirits if you’d go a little abroad; for staying within doors gives one but a hippish turn. It will go nigh to make you grow quite melancholick, Ma’am.’
Hopeless to get rid either of him or of the purse, Juliet, now, was moving up stairs, when the voice of Miss Bydel called out from the passage, ‘Why, Mr Gooch, have you forgot I told you to send Mrs Ellis to me?’
‘That I had clean!’ he answered. ‘I ask your pardon, I’m sure, Ma’am.—Why, Ma’am, Miss Bydel told me to tell you, when I said I was coming up to ask you to our junket, that she wanted to say a word or two to you, down in the shop, upon business.’
Juliet would have descended; but Miss Bydel, desiring her to wait, mounted herself, saying, ‘I have a mind to see your little new room:’ stopping, however, when she came to the landing-place, which was square and large, ‘Well-a-day!’ she exclaimed: ‘Sir Jaspar Herrington!—who’d have thought of seeing you, standing so quietly at your door? Why I did not know you could stand at all! Why how is your gout, my good Sir? And how do you like your new lodgings? I heard of your being here from Miss Matson. But pray, Mrs Ellis, what has kept you both, you and young Mr Gooch, in such close conference with Sir Jaspar? I can’t think what you’ve been talking of so long. Pray how did you come to be so intimate together? I should like to know that.’
Sir Jaspar courteously invited Miss Bydel to enter his apartment; but that lady, not aware that nothing is less delicate than professions of delicacy; which degrade a just perception, and strict practice of propriety, into a display of conscious caution, or a suspicion of evil interpretation; almost angrily answered, that she could not for the world do such a thing, for it would set every body a talking: ‘for, as I’m not married, Sir Jaspar, you know, and as you’re a single gentleman, too, it might make Miss Matson and her young ladies think I don’t know what. For, when once people’s tongues are set a-going, it’s soon too late to stop them. Besides, every body’s always so prodigious curious to dive into other people’s affairs, that one can’t well be too prudent.’
Sir Jaspar, with an arched brow, of which she was far from comprehending the meaning, said that he acquiesced in her better judgment; but, as she had announced that she came to speak with this young lady upon business, he enquired, whether there would be any incongruity in putting a couple of chairs upon the landing-place.
‘Well,’ she cried, ‘that’s a bright thought, I declare, Sir Jaspar! for it will save me the trouble of groping up stairs;’ and then, seizing the opportunity to peep into his room, she broke forth into warm exclamations of pleasure, at the many nice and new things with which it had been furnished, since it had been vacated by Mrs Ellis.
A look, highly commiserating, shewed him shocked by these observations; and the air, patiently calm, with which they were heard by Juliet, augmented his interest, as well as wonder, in her story and situation.
He ordered his valet to fetch an arm-chair for Miss Bydel; while, evidently meant for Juliet, he began to drag another forward himself.
‘Bless me, Sir Jaspar!’ cried Miss Bydel, looking, a little affronted, towards Juliet, ‘have you no common chairs?’
‘Yes,’ he answered, still labouring on, ‘for common purposes!’
This civility was not lost upon Juliet, who declining, though thankful for his attention, darted forward, to take, for herself, a seat of less dignity; hastily, as she passed, dropping the purse upon a table.
A glance at Sir Jaspar sufficed to assure her, that this action had not escaped his notice; and though his look spoke disappointment, it shewed him sensible of the propriety of avoiding any contest.
Relieved from this burthen, she now cheerfully waited to hear the orders of Miss Bydel: young Gooch waited to hear them also; seated, cross-legged, upon the balustrade; though Sir Jaspar sent his valet away, and, retired, scrupulously, himself, to the further end of his apartment.
Miss Bydel, as little struck with the ill breeding of the young farmer, as with the good manners of the baronet, forgot her business, from recollecting that Mr Scope was waiting for her in the shop. ‘For happening,’ said she, ‘to pass by, and see me, through the glass-door, he just stept in, on purpose to have a little chat.’
‘O ho, what, is ‘Squire Scope here?’ cried young Gooch; and, rapidly sliding down the banisters, seized upon the unwilling and precise Mr Scope, whom he dragged up to the landing-place.
‘Well, this is droll enough!’ cried Miss Bydel, palpably enchanted, though trying to look displeased; ‘only I hope you have not told Mr Scope ’twas I that sent you for him, Mr Gooch? for, I assure you, Mr Scope, I would not do such a thing for the world. I should think it quite improper. Besides, what will Miss Matson and the young milliners say? Who knows but you may have set them a prating, Mr Gooch? It’s no joke, I can assure you, doing things of this sort.’
‘I’m sure, Ma’am,’ said Gooch, ‘I thought you wanted to see the ‘Squire; for I did not do it in the least to make game.’
‘There can be no doubt, Madam,’ said Mr Scope, somewhat offended, ‘that all descriptions of sport are not, at all times, advisable. For, in small societies, as in great states, if I may be permitted to compare little things with great ones, danger often lurks unseen, and mischief breaks out from trifles. In like manner, for example, if one of those young milliners, misinterpreting my innocence, in obeying the supposed commands of the good Miss Bydel, should take the liberty to laugh at my expence, what, you might ask, could it signify that a young girl should laugh? Young persons, especially of the female gender, being naturally given to laughter, at very small provocatives; not to say sometimes without any whatsoever. Whereupon, persons of an ordinary judgment, may conclude such an action, by which I mean laughing, to be of no consequence.—’
‘But I think it very rude!’ cried Miss Bydel, extremely nettled.
‘Please to hear me, Madam!’ said Mr Scope. ‘Persons, I say, of deeper knowledge in the maxims and manners of the moral world, would look forward with watchful............