chapter 9.

old friends meet

sir lucius grafton called on the duke of st. james. they did not immediately swear an eternal friendship, but they greeted each other with considerable warmth, talked of old times and old companions, and compared their former sensations with their present. no one could be a more agreeable companion than sir lucius, and this day he left a very favourable impression with his young friend. from this day, too, the duke’s visits at the baronet’s were frequent; and as the graftons were intimate with the fitz-pompeys, scarcely a day elapsed without his having the pleasure of passing a portion of it in the company of lady aphrodite: his attentions to her were marked, and sometimes mentioned. lord fitz-pompey was rather in a flutter. george did not ride so often with caroline, and never alone with her. this was disagreeable; but the earl was a man of the world, and a sanguine man withal. these things will happen. it is of no use to quarrel with the wind; and, for his part, he was not sorry that he had the honour of the grafton acquaintance; it secured caroline her cousin’s company; and as for the liaison, if there were one, why it must end, and probably the difficulty of terminating it might even hasten the catastrophe which he had so much at heart. ‘so, laura, dearest! let the graftons be asked to dinner.’

in one of those rides to which caroline was not admitted, for lady aphrodite was present, the duke of st. james took his way to the regent’s park, a wild sequestered spot, whither he invariably repaired when he did not wish to be noticed; for the inhabitants of this pretty suburb are a distinct race, and although their eyes are not unobserving, from their inability to speak the language of london they are unable to communicate their observations.

the spring sun was setting, and flung a crimson flush over the blue waters and the white houses. the scene was rather imposing, and reminded our hero of days of travel. a sudden thought struck him. would it not be delightful to build a beautiful retreat in this sweet and retired land, and be able in an instant to fly from the formal magnificence of a london mansion? lady aphrodite was charmed with the idea; for the enamoured are always delighted with what is fanciful. the duke determined immediately to convert the idea into an object. to lose no time was his grand motto. as he thought that sir carte had enough upon his hands, he determined to apply to an artist whose achievements had been greatly vaunted to him by a distinguished and noble judge.

m. bijou de millecolonnes, chevalier of the legion of honour and member of the academy of st. luke’s, except in his title, was the antipodes of sir carte blanche. sir carte was all solidity, solemnity, and correctness; bijou de millecolonnes all lightness, gaiety, and originality. sir carte was ever armed with the parthenon, palladio, and st. peter’s; bijou de millecolonnes laughed at the ancients, called palladio and michel barbarians of the middle ages, and had himself invented an order. bijou was not so plausible as sir carte; but he was infinitely more entertaining. far from being servile, he allowed no one to talk but himself, and made his fortune by his elegant insolence. how singular it is that those who love servility are always the victims of impertinence!

gaily did bijou de millecolonnes drive his pea-green cabriolet to the spot in question. he formed his plan in an instant. ‘the occasional retreat of a noble should be something picturesque and poetical. the mind should be led to voluptuousness by exquisite associations, as well as by the creations of art. it is thus their luxury is rendered more intense by the reminiscences that add past experience to present enjoyment! for instance, if you sail down a river, imitate the progress of cleopatra. and here, here, where the opportunity is so ample, what think you of reviving the alhambra?’

splendid conception! the duke already fancied himself a caliph. ‘lose no time, chevalier! dig, plant, build!’

nine acres were obtained from the woods and forests; mounds were thrown up, shrubs thrown in; the paths emulated the serpent; the nine acres seemed interminable. all was surrounded by a paling eight feet high, that no one might pierce the mystery of the preparations.

a rumour was soon current that the zoological society intended to keep a bengal tiger au naturel, and that they were contriving a residence which would amply compensate him for his native jungle. the regent’s park was in despair, the landlords lowered their rents, and the tenants petitioned the king. in a short time some hooded domes and some saracenic spires rose to sight, and the truth was then made known that the young duke of st. james was building a villa. the regent’s park was in rapture, the landlords raised their rents, and the tenants withdrew their petition.