‘and you walked here!’ said lady everingham to coningsby, when the stir of arranging themselves at dinner had subsided. ‘only think, papa, mr. coningsby walked here! i also am a great walker.’

‘i had heard much of the forest,’ said coningsby.

‘which i am sure did not disappoint you,’ said the duke.

‘but forests without adventures!’ said lady everingham, a little shrugging her pretty shoulders.

‘but i had an adventure,’ said coningsby.

‘oh! tell it us by all means!’ said the lady, with great animation. ‘adventures are my weakness. i have had more adventures than any one. have i not had, augustus?’ she added, addressing her husband.

‘but you make everything out to be an adventure, isabel,’ said lord everingham. i dare say that mr. coningsby’s was more substantial.’ and looking at our young friend, he invited him to inform them.

‘i met a most extraordinary man,’ said coningsby.

‘it should have been a heroine,’ exclaimed lady everingham.

‘do you know anybody in this neighbourhood who rides the finest arab in the world?’ asked coningsby. ‘she is called “the daughter of the star,” and was given to her rider by the pacha of egypt.’

‘this is really an adventure,’ said lady everingham, interested.

‘the daughter of the star!’ said lady theresa. ‘what a pretty name! percy has a horse called “sunbeam.”’

‘a fine arab, the finest in the world!’ said the duke, who was fond of horse. ‘who can it be?’

‘can you throw any light on this, mr. lyle?’ asked the duchess of a young man who sat next her.

he was a neighbour who had joined their dinner-party, eustace lyle, a roman catholic, and the richest commoner in the county; for he had succeeded to a great estate early in his minority, which had only this year terminated.

‘i certainly do not know the horse,’ said mr. lyle; ‘but if mr. coningsby would describe the rider, perhaps—’

‘he is a man something under thirty,’ said coningsby, ‘pale, with dark hair. we met in a sort of forest-inn during a storm. a most singular man! indeed, i never met any one who seemed to me so clever, or to say such remarkable things.’

‘he must have been the spirit of the storm,’ said lady everingham.

‘charles verney has a great deal of dark hair,’ said lady theresa. ‘but then he is anything but pale, and his eyes are blue.’

‘and certainly he keeps his wonderful things for your ear, theresa,’ said her sister.

‘i wish that mr. coningsby would tell us some of the wonderful things he said,’ said the duchess, smiling.

‘take a glass of wine first with my mother, coningsby,’ said henry sydney, who had just finished helping them all to fish.

coningsby had too much tact to be entrapped into a long story. he already regretted that he had been betrayed into any allusion to the stranger. he had a wild, fanciful notion, that their meeting ought to have been preserved as a sacred secret. but he had been impelled to refer to it in the first instance by the chance observation of lady everingham; and he had pursued his remark from the hope that the conversation might have led to the discovery of the unknown. when he found that his inquiry in this respect was unsuccessful, he was willing to turn the conversation. in reply to the duchess, then, he generally described the talk of the stranger as full of lively anecdote and epigrammatic views of life; and gave them, for example, a saying of an illustrious foreign prince, which was quite new and pointed, and which coningsby told well. this led to a new train of discourse. the duke also knew this illustrious foreign prince, and told another story of him; and lord everingham had played whist with this illustrious foreign prince often at the travellers’, and this led to a third story; none of them too long. then lady everingham came in again, and sparkled agreeably. she, indeed, sustained throughout dinner the principal weight of the conversation; but, as she asked questions of everybody, all seemed to contribute. even the voice of mr. lyle, who was rather bashful, was occasionally heard in reply. coningsby, who had at first unintentionally taken a more leading part than he aspired to, would have retired into the background for the rest of the dinner, but lady everingham continually signalled him out for her questions, and as she sat opposite to him, he seemed the person to whom they were principally addressed.

at length the ladies rose to retire. a very great personage in a foreign, but not remote country, once mentioned to the writer of these pages, that he ascribed the superiority of the english in political life, in their conduct of public business and practical views of affairs, in a great measure to ‘that little half-hour’ that separates, after dinner, the dark from the fair sex. the writer humbly submitted, that if the period of disjunction were strictly limited to a ‘little half-hour,’ its salutary consequences for both sexes need not be disputed, but that in england the ‘little half-hour’ was too apt to swell into a term of far more awful character and duration. lady everingham was a disciple of the ‘very little half-hour’ school; for, as she gaily followed her mother, she said to coningsby, whose gracious lot it was to usher them from the apartment:

‘pray do not be too long at the board of guardians to-day.’

these were prophetic words; for no sooner were they all again seated, than the duke, filling his glass and pushing the claret to coningsby, observed,

‘i suppose lord monmouth does not trouble himself much about the new poor law?’

‘hardly,’ said coningsby. ‘my grandfather’s frequent absence from england, which his health, i believe, renders quite necessary, deprives him of the advantage of personal observation on a subject, than which i can myself conceive none more deeply interesting.’

‘i am glad to hear you say so,’ said the duke, ‘and it does you great credit, and henry too, whose attention, i observe, is directed very much to these subjects. in my time, the young men did not think so much of such things, and we suffer consequently. by the bye, everingham, you, who are a chairman of a board of guardians, can give me some information. supposing a case of out-door relief—’

‘i could not suppose anything so absurd,’ said the son-in-law.

‘well,’ rejoined the duke, ‘i know your views on that subject, and it certainly is a question on which there is a good deal to be said. but would you under any circumstances give relief out of the union, even if the parish were to save a considerable sum?’

‘i wish i knew the union where such a system was followed,’ said lord everingham; and his grace seemed to tremble under his son-in-law’s glance.

the duke had a good heart, and not a bad head. if he had not made in his youth so many latin and english verses, he might have acquired considerable information, for he had a natural love of letters, though his pack were the pride of england, his barrel seldom missed, and his fortune on the turf, where he never betted, was a proverb. he was good, and he wished to do good; but his views were confused from want of knowledge, and his conduct often inconsistent because a sense of duty made him immediately active; and he often acquired in the consequent experience a conviction exactly contrary to that which had prompted his activity.

his grace had been a great patron and a zealous administrator of the new poor law. he had been persuaded that it would elevate the condition of the labouring class. his son-in-law, lord everingham, who was a whig, and a clearheaded, cold-blooded man, looked upon the new poor law as another magna charta. lord everingham was completely master of the subject. he was himself the chairman of one of the most considerable unions of the kingdom. the duke, if he ever had a misgiving, had no chance in argument with his son-in-law. lord everingham overwhelmed him with quotations from commissioners’ rules and sub-commissioners’ reports, statistical tables, and references to dietaries. sometimes with a strong case, the duke struggled to make a fight; but lord everingham, when he was at fault for a reply, which was very rare, upbraided his father-in-law with the abuses of the old system, and frightened him with visions of rates exceeding rentals.

of late, however, a considerable change had taken place in the duke’s feelings on this great question. his son henry entertained strong opinions upon it, and had combated his father with all the fervour of a young votary. a victory over his grace, indeed, was not very difficult. his natural impulse would have enlisted him on the side, if not of opposition to the new system, at least of critical suspicion of its spirit and provisions. it was only the statistics and sharp acuteness of his son-in-law that had, indeed, ever kept him to his colours. lord henry would not listen to statistics, dietary tables, commissioners’ rides, sub-commissioners’ reports. he went far higher than his father; far deeper than his brother-in-law. he represented to the duke that the order of the peasantry was as ancient, legal, and recognised an order as the order of the nobility; that it had distinct rights and privileges, though for centuries they had been invaded and violated, and permitted to fall into desuetude. he impressed upon the duke that the parochial constitution of this country was more important than its political constitution; that it was more ancient, more universal in its influence; and that this parochial constitution had already been shaken to its centre by the new poor law. he assured his father that it would never be well for england until this order of the peasantry was restored to its pristine condition; not merely in physical comfort, for that must vary according to the economical circumstances of the time, like that of every class; but to its condition in all those moral attributes which make a recognised rank in a nation; and which, in a great degree, are independent of economics, manners, customs, ceremonies, rights, and privileges.

‘henry thinks,’ said lord everingham, ‘that the people are to be fed by dancing round a may-pole.’

‘but will the people be more fed because they do not dance round a may-pole?’ urged lord henry.

‘obsolete customs!’ said lord everingham.

‘and why should dancing round a may-pole be more obsolete than holding a chapter of the garter?’ asked lord henry.

the duke, who was a blue ribbon, felt this a home thrust. ‘i must say,’ said his grace, ‘that i for one deeply regret that our popular customs have been permitted to fall so into desuetude.’

‘the spirit of the age is against such things,’ said lord everingham.

‘and what is the spirit of the age?’ asked coningsby.

‘the spirit of utility,’ said lord everingham.

‘and you think then that ceremony is not useful?’ urged coningsby, mildly.

‘it depends upon circumstances,’ said lord everingham. ‘there are some ceremonies, no doubt, that are very proper, and of course very useful. but the best thing we can do for the labouring classes is to provide them with work.’

‘but what do you mean by the labouring classes, everingham?’ asked lord henry. ‘lawyers are a labouring class, for instance, and by the bye sufficiently provided with work. but would you approve of westminster hall being denuded of all its ceremonies?’

‘and the long vacation being abolished?’ added coningsby.

‘theresa brings me terrible accounts of the sufferings of the poor about us,’ said the duke, shaking his head.

‘women think everything to be suffering!’ said lord everingham.

‘how do you find them about you, mr. lyle?’ continued the duke.

‘i have revived the monastic customs at st. genevieve,’ said the young man, blushing. ‘there is an almsgiving twice a-week.’

‘i am sure i wish i could see the labouring classes happy,’ said the duke.

‘oh! pray do not use, my dear father, that phrase, the labouring classes!’ said lord henry. ‘what do you think, coningsby, the other day we had a meeting in this neighbourhood to vote an agricultural petition that was to comprise all classes. i went with my father, and i was made chairman of the committee to draw up the petition. of course, i described it as the petition of the nobility, clergy, gentry, yeomanry, and peasantry of the county of ——; and, could you believe it, they struck out peasantry as a word no longer used, and inserted labourers.’

‘what can it signify,’ said lord everingham, ‘whether a man be called a labourer or a peasant?’

‘and what can it signify,’ said his brother-in-law, ‘whether a man be called mr. howard or lord everingham?’

they were the most affectionate family under this roof of beaumanoir, and of all members of it, lord henry the sweetest tempered, and yet it was astonishing what sharp skirmishes every day arose between him and his brother-in-law, during that ‘little half-hour’ that forms so happily the political character of the nation. the duke, who from experience felt that a guerilla movement was impending, asked his guests whether they would take any more claret; and on their signifying their dissent, moved an adjournment to the ladies.

they joined the ladies in the music-room. coningsby, not experienced in feminine society, and who found a little difficulty from want of practice in maintaining conversation, though he was desirous of succeeding, was delighted with lady everingham, who, instead of requiring to be amused, amused him; and suggested so many subjects, and glanced at so many topics, that there never was that cold, awkward pause, so common with sullen spirits and barren brains. lady everingham thoroughly understood the art of conversation, which, indeed, consists of the exercise of two fine qualities. you must originate, and you must sympathise; you must possess at the same time the habit of communicating and the habit of listening. the union is rather rare, but irresistible.

lady everingham was not a celebrated beauty, but she was something infinitely more delightful, a captivating woman. there were combined, in her, qualities not commonly met together, great vivacity of mind with great grace of manner. her words sparkled and her movements charmed. there was, indeed, in all she said and did, that congruity that indicates a complete and harmonious organisation. it was the same just proportion which characterised her form: a shape slight and undulating with grace; the most beautifully shaped ear; a small, soft hand; a foot that would have fitted the glass slipper; and which, by the bye, she lost no opportunity of displaying; and she was right, for it was a model.

then there was music. lady theresa sang like a seraph: a rich voice, a grand style. and her sister could support her with grace and sweetness. and they did not sing too much. the duke took up a review, and looked at rigby’s last slashing article. the country seemed ruined, but it appeared that the whigs were still worse off than the tories. the assassins had committed suicide. this poetical justice is pleasing. lord everingham, lounging in an easy chair, perused with great satisfaction his morning chronicle, which contained a cutting reply to mr. rigby’s article, not quite so ‘slashing’ as the right honourable scribe’s manifesto, but with some searching mockery, that became the subject and the subject-monger.

mr. lyle seated himself by the duchess, and encouraged by her amenity, and speaking in whispers, became animated and agreeable, occasionally patting the lap-dog. coningsby stood by the singers, or talked with them when the music had ceased: and henry sydney looked over a volume of strutt’s sports and pastimes, occasionally, without taking his eyes off the volume, calling the attention of his friends to his discoveries.

mr. lyle rose to depart, for he had some miles to return; he came forward with some hesitation, to hope that coningsby would visit his bloodhounds, which lord henry had told him coningsby had expressed a wish to do. lady everingham remarked that she had not been at st. genevieve since she was a girl, and it appeared lady theresa had never visited it. lady everingham proposed that they should all ride over on the morrow, and she appealed to her husband for his approbation, instantly given, for though she loved admiration, and he apparently was an iceberg, they were really devoted to each other. then there was a consultation as to their arrangements. the duchess would drive over in her pony chair with theresa. the duke, as usual, had affairs that would occupy him. the rest were to ride. it was a happy suggestion, all anticipated pleasure; and the evening terminated with the prospect of what lady everingham called an adventure.

the ladies themselves soon withdrew; the gentlemen lingered for a while; the duke took up his candle, and bid his guests good night; lord everingham drank a glass of seltzer water, nodded, and vanished. lord henry and his friend sat up talking over the past. they were too young to call them old times; and yet what a life seemed to have elapsed since they had quitted eton, dear old eton! their boyish feelings, and still latent boyish character, developed with their reminiscences.

‘do you remember bucknall? which bucknall? the eldest: i saw him the other day at nottingham; he is in the rifles. do you remember that day at sirly hall, that paulet had that row with dickinson? did you like dickinson? hum! paulet was a good fellow. i tell you who was a good fellow, paulet’s little cousin. what! augustus le grange? oh! i liked augustus le grange. i wonder where buckhurst is? i had a letter from him the other day. he has gone with his uncle to paris. we shall find him at cambridge in october. i suppose you know millbank has gone to oriel. has he, though! i wonder who will have our room at cookesley’s? cookesley was a good fellow! oh, capital! how well he behaved when there was that row about our going out with the hounds? do you remember vere’s face? it makes me laugh now when i think of it. i tell you who was a good fellow, kangaroo gray; i liked him. i don’t know any fellow who sang a better song!’

‘by the bye,’ said coningsby, ‘what sort of fellow is eustace lyle? i rather liked his look.’

‘oh! i will tell you all about him,’ said lord henry. ‘he is a great ally of mine, and i think you will like him very much. it is a roman catholic family, about the oldest we have in the county, and the wealthiest. you see, lyle’s father was the most violent ultra whig, and so were all eustace’s guardians; but the moment he came of age, he announced that he should not mix himself up with either of the parties in the county, and that his tenantry might act exactly as they thought fit. my father thinks, of course, that lyle is a conservative, and that he only waits the occasion to come forward; but he is quite wrong. i know lyle well, and he speaks to me without disguise. you see ‘tis an old cavalier family, and lyle has all the opinions and feelings of his race. he will not ally himself with anti-monarchists, and democrats, and infidels, and sectarians; at the same time, why should he support a party who pretend to oppose these, but who never lose an opportunity of insulting his religion, and would deprive him, if possible, of the advantages of the very institutions which his family assisted in establishing?’

‘why, indeed? i am glad to have made his acquaintance,’ said coningsby. ‘is he clever?’

‘i think so,’ said lord henry. ‘he is the most shy fellow, especially among women, that i ever knew, but he is very popular in the county. he does an amazing deal of good, and is one of the best riders we have. my father says, the very best; bold, but so very certain.’

‘he is older than we are?’

‘my senior by a year: he is just of age.’

‘oh, ah! twenty-one. a year younger than gaston de foix when he won ravenna, and four years younger than john of austria when he won lepanto,’ observed coningsby, musingly. ‘i vote we go to bed, old fellow!’