and
luxurious modern furniture, these two promised to be at once
the most
attractive and the most comfortable bedchambers in the hotel.
As for the once-desolate and disused ground floor of the building,
it was now transformed, by means of splendid dining-rooms, reception-rooms,
billiard-rooms, and smoking-rooms, into a palace by itself.
Even the dungeon-like vaults beneath, now lighted and ventilated
on the most approved modern plan, had been turned as if by magic
into kitchens, servants' offices, ice-rooms, and wine cellars,
worthy of the splendour of the grandest hotel in Italy, in the now
bygone period of seventeen years since.
Passing from the lapse of the summer months at Venice, to the lapse of
the summer months in Ireland, it is next to be recorded that Mrs. Rolland
obtained the situation of
attendant on the
invalid Mrs. Carbury;
and that the fair Miss Haldane, like a
female Caesar, came, saw,
and conquered, on her first day's visit to the new Lord Montbarry's house.
The ladies were as loud in her praises as Arthur Barville himself.
Lord Montbarry declared that she was the only
perfectly pretty woman
he had ever seen, who was really
unconscious of her own attractions.
The old nurse said she looked as if she had just stepped out of a picture,
and wanted nothing but a gilt frame round her to make her complete.
Miss Haldane, on her side, returned from her first visit to the
Montbarrys charmed with her new acquaintances. Later on the same day,
Arthur called with an
offering of fruit and flowers for Mrs. Carbury,
and with instructions to ask if she was well enough to receive
Lord and Lady Montbarry and Miss Lockwood on the morrow.
In a week's time, the two households were on the friendliest terms.
Mrs. Carbury, confined to the sofa by a
spinalmalady, had been
hitherto
dependent on her niece for one of the few pleasures she
could enjoy, the pleasure of having the best new novels read
to her as they came out. Discovering this, Arthur volunteered
to
relieve Miss Haldane, at intervals, in the office of reader.
He was clever at
mechanical contrivances of all sorts,
and he introduced improvements in Mrs. Carbury's couch, and in
the means of conveying her from the bedchamber to the drawing-room,
which alleviated the poor lady's sufferings and brightened her
gloomy life. With these claims on the
gratitude of the aunt,
aided by the personal advantages which he
unquestionably possessed,
Arthur
advanced rapidly in the favour of the
charming niece.
She was, it is
needless to say,
perfectly well aware that he was in love
with her, while he was himself
modestly reticent on the subject--
so far as words went. But she was not
equally quick in penetrating
the nature of her own feelings towards Arthur. Watching the two young
people with keen powers of
observation,
necessarily concentrated
on them by the complete seclusion of her life, the
invalid lady
discovered signs of roused sensibility in Miss Haldane, when Arthur
was present, which had never yet shown themselves in her social
relations with other admirers eager to pay their addresses to her.
Having drawn her own conclusions in private, Mrs. Carbury took the first
favourable opportunity (in Arthur's interests) of putting them to
the test.
'I don't know what I shall do,' she said one day, 'when Arthur
goes away.'
Miss Haldane looked up quickly from her work. 'Surely he is not
going to leave us!' she exclaimed.
'My dear! he has already stayed at his uncle's house a month longer
than he intended. His father and mother naturally expect to see
him at home again.'
Miss Haldane met this difficulty with a
suggestion, which could
only have proceeded from a judgment already
disturbed by the ravages
of the tender
passion. 'Why can't his father and mother go and see
him at Lord Montbarry's?' she asked. 'Sir Theodore's place is only
thirty miles away, and Lady Barville is Lord Montbarry's sister.
They needn't stand on ceremony.'
'They may have other engagements,' Mrs. Carbury remarked.
'My dear aunt, we don't know that! Suppose you ask Arthur?'
'Suppose you ask him?'
Miss Haldane bent her head again over her work. Suddenly as it
was done, her aunt had seen her face--and her face betrayed her.
When Arthur came the next day, Mrs. Carbury said a word to him
in private, while her niece was in the garden. The last new
novel lay neglected on the table. Arthur followed Miss Haldane
into the garden. The next day he wrote home, enclosing in his
letter a photograph of Miss Haldane. Before the end of the week,