The pyramid, in changing places, was overturned.Then it was that the mistress of the feast, falling back in her seat, and lifting up her hands and eyes in despair, ejaculated, 'Oh, James!
James!'
The pyramid was raised by the assistance of the military engineers, and stood trembling again on its base; but the lady's temper could not be so easily restored to its equilibrium.
The comedy of errors, which this day's visit exhibited, amused all the spectators.But Lord Colambre, after he had smiled, sometimes sighed.--Similar foibles and follies in persons of different rank, fortune, and manner, appear to common observers so unlike, that they laugh without scruples of conscience in one case, at what in another ought to touch themselves most nearly.
It was the same desire to appear what they were not, the same vain ambition to vie with superior rank and fortune, or fashion, which actuated Lady Clonbrony and Mrs.Raffarty; and whilst this ridiculous grocer's wife made herself the sport of some of her guests, Lord Colambre sighed, from the reflection that what she was to them, his mother was to persons in a higher rank of fashion.--He sighed still more deeply, when he considered, that, in whatever station or with whatever fortune, extravagance, that is the living beyond our income, must lead to distress and meanness, and end in shame and ruin.In the morning, as they were riding away from Tusculum and talking over their visit, the officers laughed heartily, and rallying Lord Colambre upon his seriousness, accused him of having fallen in love with Mrs.
Raffarty, or with the ELEGANT Miss Juliana.Our hero, who wished never to be nice overmuch, or serious out of season, laughed with those that laughed, and endeavoured to catch the spirit of the jest.But Sir James Brooke, who now was well acquainted with his countenance, and who knew something of the history of his family, understood his real feelings, and, sympathising in them, endeavoured to give the conversation a new turn.
'Look there, Bowles,' said he, as they were just riding into the town of Bray; 'look at the barouche, standing at that green door, at the farthest end of the town.Is not that Lady Dashfort's barouche?'
'It looks like what she sported in Dublin last year,' said Bowles; 'but you don't think she'd give us the same two seasons?
Besides, she is not in Ireland, is she? I did not hear of her intending to come over again.'
'I beg your pardon,' said another officer; 'she will come again to so good a market, to marry her other daughter.I hear she said, or swore, that she will marry the young widow, Lady Isabel, to an Irish nobleman.'
'Whatever she says, she swears, and whatever she swears, she'll do,' replied Bowles.'Have a care, my Lord Colambre; if she sets her heart upon you for Lady Isabel, she has you.Nothing can save you.Heart she has none, so there you're safe, my lord,'
said the other officer; 'but if Lady Isabel sets her eye upon you, no basilisk's is surer.'
'But if Lady Dashfort had landed I am sure we should have heard of it, for she makes noise enough wherever she goes; especially in Dublin, where all she said and did was echoed and magnified, till one could hear of nothing else.I don't think she has landed.'
'I hope to Heaven they may never land again in Ireland!' cried Sir James Brooke; 'one worthless woman, especially one worthless Englishwoman of rank, does incalculable mischief in a country like this, which looks up to the sister country for fashion.For my own part, as a warm friend to Ireland, I would rather see all the toads and serpents, and venomous reptiles, that St.Patrick carried off in his bag, come back to this island, than these two DASHERS.Why, they would bite half the women and girls in the kingdom with the rage for mischief, before half the husbands and fathers could turn their heads about.And, once bit, there's no cure in nature or art.'
'No horses to this barouche!' cried Captain Bowles.--'Pray, sir, whose carriage is this?' said the captain to a servant who was standing beside it.
'My Lady Dashfort, sir, it belongs to,' answered the servant, in rather a surly English tone; and turning to a boy who was lounging at the door--'Pat, bid them bring out the horses, for my ladies is in a hurry to get home.'
Captain Bowles stopped to make his servant alter the girths of his horse, and to satisfy his curiosity; and the whole party halted.Captain Bowles beckoned to the landlord of the inn, who was standing at his door.
'So, Lady Dashfort is here again?--This is her barouche, is not it?'
'Yes, sir, she is--it is.'
'And has she sold her fine horses?'
'Oh no, sir--this is not her carriage at all--she is not here.
That is, she is here, in Ireland; but down in the county of Wicklow, on a visit.And this is not her own carriage at all;--that is to say, not that which she has with herself, driving;but only just the cast barouche like, as she keeps for the lady's maids.'
'For the lady's maids! that is good! that is new, faith! Sir James, do you hear that?'
