WHY value, then, that strength of mind they boast, As often varying, and as often lost?
HAWKINS BROWNE (translated by SOAME JENYNS).
MALTRAVERS was lying at length, with his dogs around him, under a beech-tree that threw its arms over one of the calm still pieces of water that relieved the groves of Burleigh, when Colonel Legard spied him from the bridle-road which led through the park to the house. The colonel dismounted, threw the rein over his arm; and at the sound of the hoofs Maltravers turned, saw the visitor, and rose. He held out his hand to Legard, and immediately began talking of indifferent matters.
Legard was embarrassed; but his nature was not one to profit by the silence of a benefactor. “Mr. Maltravers,” said he, with graceful emotion, “though you have not yet allowed me an opportunity to allude to it, do not think I am ungrateful for the service you rendered me.”
Maltravers looked grave, but made no reply. Legard resumed, with a heightened colour,—
“I cannot say how I regret that it is not yet in my power to discharge my debt; but—”
“When it is, you will do so. Pray think no more of it. Are you going to the rectory?”
“No, not this morning; in fact, I leave B——-shire tomorrow. Pleasant family, the Mertons.”
“Is certainly beautiful,—and very rich. How could she ever think of marrying Lord Vargrave, so much older,—she who could have so many admirers?”
“Not, surely, while betrothed to another?”
This was a refinement which Legard, though an honourable man as men go, did not quite understand. “Oh,” said he, “that was by some eccentric old relation,—her father-in-law, I think. Do you think she is bound by such an engagement?”
Maltravers made no reply, but amused himself by throwing a stick into the water, and sending one of his dogs after it. Legard looked on, and his affectionate disposition yearned to make advances which something distant in the manner of Maltravers chilled and repelled.
When Legard was gone, Maltravers followed him with his eyes. “And this is the man whom Cleveland thinks Evelyn could love! I could forgive her marrying Vargrave. Independently of the conscientious feeling that may belong to the engagement, Vargrave has wit, talent, intellect; and this man has nothing but the skin of the panther. Was I wrong to save him? No. Every human life, I suppose, has its uses. But Evelyn—I could despise her if her heart was the fool of the eye!”
These comments were most unjust to Legard; but they were just of that kind of injustice which the man of talent often commits against the man of external advantages, and which the latter still more often retaliates on the man of talent. As Maltravers thus soliloquized, he was accosted by Mr. Cleveland.
“Come, Ernest, you must not cut these unfortunate Mertons any longer. If you continue to do so, do you know what Mrs. Hare and the world will say?”
“That you have been refused by Miss Merton.”
“That would be a calumny!” said Ernest, smiling.
“Or that you are hopelessly in love with Miss Cameron.”
Maltravers started; his proud heart swelled; he pulled his hat over his brows, and said, after a short pause,—
“Well, Mrs. Hare and the world must not have it all their own way; and so, whenever you go to the rectory, take me with you.”
