England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Villages -- Fiction
‘I am under a double disadvantage,’ he said, ‘and how am I to come out
of it? I came prepared to say that I feared you would not remember me,
and now you cannot even see me. Never mind. I am Leo Swinford, and you
cannot have forgotten altogether that name.’
‘No,’ said Lady William. She held out to him from the shade a hand which
looked very white in the ruddy light. ‘I heard this afternoon that you
had come home,’ she said, ‘and your name was on our lips.’
‘What a good thing for me,’ he said, ‘save that it does not at all test
your recollection, which I had pleased myself with thoughts of trying.
But it is all the same. Do not send for lights, and as you cannot see
me, next time we meet I can put my question with equal force.’
‘I see you very well,’ said Lady William, ‘and I should not have known
you. How could I? You were a child, and now you are a man. And I was a
girl, and now I am an old woman. Your mother will see innumerable
changes. How is she? It was kind of her to send you to see me so soon.’
‘Ah!’ said the visitor, ‘I said I was at a double disadvantage, but it
seems there are more. She did not send me to see you, dear lady. I came
on my proper feet, and by my proper will. Mamma is not changed, but she
no longer sends little Leo on her errands. He has certain instincts of
his own.’
‘Well, then, it was a kind instinct that brought you here,’ said Lady
William.
‘I am not so sure of that--an instinct very kind to myself: I foresee
little pleasure in the society of home, you will not be offended if I
say so. But there was one quarter in which I knew I could indemnify
myself, so long as you permit it, madame.’
He spoke very much like a Frenchman throughout, Mab thought, who sat
breathlessly looking on, rather hostile but exceedingly curious,
thinking it was as good as a play; but the ‘madame’ was altogether
French, not that harsh ‘madam’ of the English, which comes at you like a
stone, and which may mean more animosity than respect.
‘We have not, indeed, much variety here,’ said Lady William; ‘you will
soon exhaust our little resources. But then we are not very far from
town, and I advise you to keep the house full. After Paris, Watcham! It
is perhaps rather too much of a difference, unless you have a very
strong head.’
‘My head is indifferent strong. I can stand a good deal in the way of
change, from ten degrees below zero to twenty over it. Ah! I forgot you
go by that other impossible standard of Fahrenheit here. You have not
presented me to the young lady whom I see by glimpses, as if we were all
in a fairy tale.’
‘My daughter, Mab; and, as you have already divined Mab, the gentleman
whom we were talking of, and who remains in my mind ten years old, in a
velvet suit, with lace, and, I believe, curls----’
He waved his hand. ‘Spare me the curls, they were the _supplice_ of my
early days. Picture to yourself, Miss Mab--Mab! how curious to put Miss
before that name! One might as well say Miss Titania.’
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