can't guarantee much assistance to you—not positive. What I can do—of course, very happy!' And he fell to again upon the beef.
'Not so very insignificant!' said the Countess, smiling, as at a softly radiant conception of him.
'Have to bob and bow like the rest of them over here,' he added, proof against the flattery.
'But that you will not forsake Silva, I am convinced,' said the Countess; and, paying little heed to his brief 'Oh! what I can do,' continued: 'For over here, in England, we are almost friendless. My relations—such as are left of them—are not in high place.' She turned to Mrs. Melville, and renewed the confession with a proud humility. 'Truly, I have not a distant cousin in the Cabinet!'
Mrs. Melville met her sad smile, and returned it, as one who understood its entire import.
'My brother-in-law-my sister, I think, you know—married a—a brewer! He is rich; but, well! such was her taste! My brother-in-law is indeed in Parliament, and he—'
'Very little use, seeing he votes with the opposite party,' the diplomatist interrupted her.
'Ah! but he will not,' said the Countess, serenely. 'I can trust with confidence that, if it is for Silva's interest, he will assuredly so dispose of his influence as to suit the desiderations of his family, and not in any way oppose his opinions to the powers that would willingly stoop to serve us!'
It was impossible for the Hon. Melville to withhold a slight grimace at his beef, when he heard this extremely alienized idea of the nature of a member of the Parliament of Great Britain. He allowed her to enjoy her delusion, as she pursued:
'No. So much we could offer in repayment. It is little! But this, in verity, is a case. Silva's wrongs have only to be known in England, and I am most assured that the English people will not permit it. In the days of his prosperity, Silva was a friend to England, and England should not—should not—forget it now. Had we money! But of that arm our enemies have deprived us: and, I fear, without it we cannot hope to have the justice of our cause pleaded in the English papers. Mr. Redner, you know, the correspondent in Lisbon, is a sworn foe to Silva. And why but because I would not procure him an invitation to Court! The man was so horridly vulgar; his gloves were never clean; I had to hold a bouquet to my nose when I talked to him. That, you say, was my fault! Truly so. But what woman can be civil to a low-bred, pretentious, offensive man?'
Mrs. Melville, again appealed to, smiled perfect sympathy, and said, to account for his character:
'Yes. He is the son of a small shopkeeper of some kind, in Southampton, I hear.'
'A very good fellow in his way,' said her husband.
'Oh! I can't bear that class of people,' Rose exclaimed. 'I always keep out of their way. You can always tell them.'
The Countess smiled considerate approbation of her exclusiveness and discernment. So sweet a smile!
'You were on deck early, my dear?' she asked Evan, rather abruptly.
Master Alec answered for him: 'Yes, he was, and so was Rose. They made an appointment, just as they used to do under the oranges.'
'Children!' the Countess smiled to Mrs. Melville.
'They always whisper when I'm by,' Alec appended.
'Children!' the Countess's sweetened visage entreated Mrs. Melville to re-echo; but that lady thought it best for the moment to direct Rose to look to her packing, now that she had done breakfast.
'And I will take a walk with my brother on deck,' said the Countess. 'Silva is too harassed for converse.'
The parties were thus divided. The silent Count was left to meditate on his wrongs in the saloon; and the diplomatist, alone with his lady, thought fit to say to her, shortly: 'Perhaps it would be as well to draw away from these people a little. We 've done as much as we could for them, in bringing them over here. They may be trying to compromise us. That woman's absurd. She 's ashamed of the brewer, and yet she wants to sell him—or wants us to buy him. Ha! I think she wants us to send a couple of frigates, and threaten bombardment of the capital, if they don't take her husband back, and receive him with honours.'
'Perhaps it would be as well,' said Mrs. Melville. 'Rose's invitation to him goes for nothing.'
'Rose? inviting the Count? down to Hampshire?' The diplomatist's brows were lifted.
'No, I mean the other,' said the diplomatist's wife.
'Oh! the young fellow! very good young fellow. Gentlemanly. No harm in him.'
'Perhaps not,' said the diplomatist's wife.
'You don't suppose he expects us to keep him on, or provide for him over here—eh?'
The diplomatist's wife informed him that such was not her thought, that he did not understand, and that it did not matter; and as soon as the Hon. Melville saw that she was brooding something essentially feminine, and which had no relationship to the great game of public life, curiosity was extinguished in him.
On deck the Countess paced with Evan, and was for a time pleasantly diverted by the admiration she could, without looking, perceive that her sorrow-subdued graces had aroused in the breast of a susceptible naval lieutenant. At last she spoke:
'My dear! remember this. Your last word to Mr. Jocelyn will be: “I will do myself the honour to call upon my benefactor early.” To Rose you will say: “Be assured, Miss Jocelyn 'Miss Jocelyn—' I shall not fail in hastening to pay my respects to your family in Hampshire.” You will remember to do it, in the exact form I speak it.'
Evan laughed: 'What! call him benefactor to his face? I couldn't do it.'
'Ah! my child!'
'Besides, he isn't a benefactor at all. His private secretary died, and I stepped in to fill the post, because nobody else was handy.'
'And tell me of her who pushed you forward, Evan?'
'My dear sister, I'm sure I'm not ungrateful.'
'No; but headstrong: opinionated. Now these people will endeavour—Oh! I have seen it in a thousand little things—they wish to shake us off. Now, if you will but do as I indicate! Put your faith in an older head, Evan. It is your only chance of society in England. For your brother-in-law—I ask you, what sort of people will you meet at the Cogglesbys? Now and then a nobleman, very much out of his element. In short, you have fed upon a diet which will make you to distinguish, and painfully to know the difference! Indeed! Yes, you are looking about for Rose. It depends upon your behaviour now, whether you are to see her at all in England. Do you forget? You wished once to inform her of your origin. Think of her words at the breakfast this morning!'
The Countess imagined she had produced an impression. Evan said: 'Yes, and I should have liked to have told her this morning that I'm myself nothing more than the son of a—'
'Stop! cried his sister, glancing about in horror. The admiring lieutenant met her eye. Blandishingly she smiled on him: 'Most beautiful weather for a welcome to dear England?' and passed with majesty.
'Boy!' she resumed, 'are you mad?'
'I hate being such a hypocrite, madam.'
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