J-ta 1^ f 'r ^' (Qorncll Inioeraitg SItbtarg 3tl;ara, Nrm Qorfc BOUGHT WITH THE INCOME OF THE SAGE ENDOWMENT FUND THE GIFT OF HENRY W. SAGE 1891 Cornell University Library PR 5453.S2H3 1901 Harry Coverdale's courtship and all that 3 1924 013 551 761 Cornell University Library The original of tliis book is in tine Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924013551761 A 'CUT' NOT LIKELY TO BE SOON HEALED. Harry Coverdale's Courtship AND ALL THAT CAAE OP IT FRANK E. SMEDLEY AUTHOR OF 'frank FAIRLEGII," 'LEWIS ARUNDEL,' ETC., ETC. WITH ILLUSTRATIONS LONDON WALTER SCOTT, LIMITED PATEENOSTER SQUARE 5"2-^45^ PREFACE This Tale of ' Harry Coverdale's Courtship ' has been a kind of enfant terrible—d. thankless child — to its Author. It was originally begun as a short story, but the characters grew and expanded upon his hands, until they forced him to allow them wider proportions than he had originally intended. Then the Magazine in which the tale had been commenced changed owners, and the new proprietor, not being inclined to agree to the arrangements of his predecessor, saw fit to end the story himself, after a much more vivacious and dashing fashion than that of the present ' lame and impotent conclusion.' These and other mishaps, quce nunc pe7^scribere longum est, as dear Dr Valpy's Latin Grammar has it, have occasioned the story to be written — dt plusieurs reprises, to use the ' correct ' phrase. The conclusion of the tale has been perpetrated at a time when, on account of severe nervous headaches. vi PREFACE the Author was under strict medical orders not to write a line upon any consideration ; and it is with the fear of the doctor before his eyes that he is penning these ' few last words.' They are not written in the ' forlorn hope' of disarming hostile criticism, but simply to assure those friends who have hitherto looked with an indulgent eye upon his writings, that if ' Harry Cover- dale's Courtship ' does not come up to any expectations they may have formed from the perusal of his previous works, it is rather the misfortune than the fault of their grateful and obedient servant, THE AUTHOR. CONTENTS CHAP. I. Treats of the Philosophy of Life II. Affords a Specimen of Harry's ' Quiet Manner ' with his Tenantry III. Hazlehurst pleads his Cause and wins it IV. Contains, among other ' Exquisite ' Sketches, a Portrait of a Puppy (not by Landseer) V. Proves the Advisability of looking before you leap VI. Jest and Earnest VII. Wherein Symptoms of Harry's Courtship begin to appear on a Stormy Horizon .... VIII. Harry condescends to play the Agreeable IX. Contains little else save Moonshine X. Equo ne Credite Teucri. — Virgil XI. Post equiiem sedet Atra Cura. — Horace . XII. Harry puts his Foot in it . XIII. ' Deeper and deeper still ' XIV. Decidedly Embarrassing .... XV. Relates the Unexpected Benevolence of Horace D'Almayn^ XVI. Treats of Things in General .... XVII. Plotting and Counter-plotting XVIII. Alice's First Introduction to her Husband's ' Quiet Manner ' . . .... XIX. A Comedy of Errors XX. The Morning of the First of September . XXI. The Evening of the same Day XXII. Kate sows the Wind XXIII. Advice Gratis XXIV. A Storm brewing . XXV. The Storm bursts XXVI. The Atmosphere remains Cloudy . XXVII. The Pleasures of keeping up the Game . XXVIII. Alice succours the Distressed . vii viii CONTENTS CHAP. XXIX. How to make Home happy XXX. Introduces a Lordly Gallant XXXI. Spiders and Flies XXXII. A Glimpse at the Green-eyed Monster XXXIII. Telemachus and Mentor XXXIV. Circe .... XXXV. Flowers and Thorns .... XXXVI. Arcadia in the Nineteenth Century XXXVII. A Concession, and a Partie Quarrie . XXXVIII. Some of the Joys of our Dancing Days XXXIX. Arabella . . ... XL. Deeper and deeper still XLI. Advice Gratis . . . . XLII. L'Embarras des Richesses XLIII. Eating Whitebait XLIV. Lord Alfred Courtland sows a few Wild Oats XLV. The Overture to Don Pasquale XLVI. Kate begins to reap the Whirlwind XLVII. A Glimpse at the Cloven Foot . XLVIII. Magnanimity . ... XLIX. Alice perceives the Error of her Ways L. The Letter LI. Othello visits Cassio LII. A Gleam of Light LIII. After the Manner of ' Bell's Life ' LIV. Settling Preliminaries LV. The Race ... LVI. The Catastrophe LVII. An Anonymous Letter LVIII. Diamond cut Diamond LIX. Horace weathers the Storm LX. Anxiety ....... LXI. Alice appoints her Successor LXII. Mrs Coverdale thinks better of it LXIII. Lord Alfred severs his teading Strings LXIV. D'AImayne plays his Last Card . LXV. Settles Everybody and Everything HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT CHAPTER I TREATS OF THE PHILOSOPHY OF LIFE Harry Covekdale stood six feet one in or out of his stock- ings, rode sometliing over eleven stone, was unusually good, or, as young ladies term it, interesting-looking, numbered six-and- twenty years last grass, and lived at Coverdale Park when he was at home, with five thousand a-year to pay for his house- keeping, of which he spent about two. At the happy moment in which we have the pleasure of introducing him to our readers, he was not at home, at least not literally, though figuratively he appeared to be making himself so very decidedly. He had arrived in London that morning, and had dined at his club, and strolled down to the Temple afterwards, where, finding that his friend, Arthur Hazlehurst, was expected to return every minute, he had taken possession of his vacant chambers, lighted a cigar, laid hands on a number of The Sporting Magazine, and flinging himself at full-length on the sofa (sofas do occasionally appear in the chambers of the briefless) looked, and was, especially comfortable. He was not, however, allowed to enjoy his position long in peace ; for scarcely had he established himself, when a man's footstep was heard running hastily up the interminable staircase, while a quick eager voice, addressing the small boy who did duty for clerk, exclaimed, — ' Eh ! a gentleman whom you don't know lying on my sofa and smoking my last cigar ! that's coming to the point and no mistake j cool though — I wonder who the deuce it can be — 2 HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP not a client, of course. — Ah ! Harry, my dear old boy, this is an unexpected pleasure ; why, I'm as glad to see you as if you were a client almost. I thought you were in the Red Sea, man, dredging for defunct Egyptians, or chipping old blocks with Layard, or some such slow thing ; when did you return ? ' Arthur Hazlehurst, the originator of the foregoing speech, was an old college chum of Coverdale's, who, when his friend had taken his degree (a highly respectable one) and started on an enlarged edition of the grand tour, had gone to read with a special pleader. Having by a special slice of luck contrived to acquire a knowledge of the law from that process, instead of the more usual result of learning how to spend five hundred per annum out of an allowance of two, and possessing, more- over, an acute intellect, and a fair portion of industry, Arthur Hazlehurst was looked upon as a rising young man. In ap- pearance he was, for a fair man, rather handsome than other- wise, but if his talent for rising could have been exercised bodily, as well as professionally, it would have been as well for him, for his friend had the advantage of him in stature by some three inches; his manner and way of speaking were quick and eager, and he had altogether a wide-awake look about him, as though he regarded society at large as perpetu- ally in a witness-box, and was always prepared to cross- examine and be down upon it. ' I returned to England some three weeks since,' replied Coverdale, abstracting the cigar from his mouth, and lazily flipping off the ashes from the lighted end with his finger ; ' but I went quietly down to the Park, and have been plodding over accounts with the agent ever since. Shocking bad tobacco they make you put up with here ; you shall try the glorious stuff I've brought back from Constantinople — your Turk is the boy to smoke. So you've become learned in the law, I hear, since I went abroad.' ' Eh ! Yes, I believe I've picked up a thing or two,' returned Hazlehurst, modestly ; ' I've found out the great secret of life ; the next move is to make the knowledge pay, and that's not so easy.' ' I didn't know there was a great secret to find out,' observed Coverdale, stroking his curly black whiskers, ' the rule of life seems easy enough to me — make up your mind what you want to do, and then quietly do it — that's my recipe.' ' A very good one for you, my dear fellow, you've only to AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT 3 put your hand in your pocket, and, as your money rattles, difficulties disappear; but we're not all born to ;!^Sooo a-year, worse luck ; fathers have flinty hearts, and even the amenities of the nineteenth century have failed to macadamise them — " I've given you an expensive education, sir, and I expect to see you turn it to account." That's about the style of blessing we inherit now-a-day ; however, my secret of life is this : every- thing has a culminating point, and the dodge is to hit upon it yourself, and bring others to it, with the least delay possible ; in these four words — come to the point, is embodied the whole philosophy of existence.' ' Well, yes, I dare say there is something in it,' returned Coverdale, meditatively ; ' it never exactly struck me before, but there's a beautiful simplicity about it that I rather admire — a little too railroadish, perhaps, unless a man's in an awful hurry ; you lose the bright sunny peeps and the jolly old road- side ale-houses of life by rushing so straight to your object.' ' Sunny nonsenses,' was the uncourteous rejoinder — ' none of your old slow coaching-days for me ; life's not long enough for dreaming — Parr's life pills are a swindle, and Methusaleh died without leaving his recipe behind him — so come to the point say I.' ' Though I won't promise to adopt your philosophy for a permanency, I'll act upon it for once, at all events,' replied Coverdale, smiling (and a nice, genial, pleasant smile it was too, showing a white, even row of teeth, and lighting up a pair of large, dark, intelligent eyes, and making the ' smiler ' look particularly handsome). ' So to come to the point, I'm here to enlist you in my service for what the women call a " day's shopping" to-morrow. I've no clothes to my back, no horses to ride, no dog-cart to knock about in — in fact, none of the necessaries of life — then, having benefited by your advice and experience, I mean to carry you off to Coverdale for a crack at the rabbits ; thank goodness ! they've got the game up and the poachers down, since I've been abroad ; that was the only thing I made a row about when I came into the property. Why, there are no preserves like the Coverdale woods in the county, and yet my poor uncle never had a pheasant on his table. Things are rather different now, my boy, and my only real sorrow at the present moment is, that there are two whole months to be got rid of before the first of September ; well, what do you say to my proposal ? ' 4 HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP ' Done, along with you,' replied Hazlehurst j ' but on one condition only, viz., that when we've polished oiF the rabbits you'll come with me to the Grange and make acquaintance with those members of the worthy family of Hazlehurst whose virtues are as yet unknown to you.' ' You're very kind ; but you've a lot of sisters, or she-cousins, or some creatures of that dangerous nature, haven't you ? Of course I mean no disparagement to the ladies oi your issaily in particular ; but 'pon my word, my dear fellow, I cannot stand women ; in Turkey, they shut 'em up, you know, so that I'm not accustomed to them ; I've given up flirting and dangling, and all the rest of it, long ago ; it's very well for green boys, but at my time of life a man has something better tp think about,' and, as he spoke, Coverdale flung the end of his cigar into the empty fireplace, pitched The Sporting Magazine un- ceremoniously on the table, and, looking ar his watch, con- tinued, ' It's eight o'clock ; I took a couple of stalls for the " Prophfete " this morning, on the chance of catching you ; so jump into a pair of black trousers and let us be off'.' ' Not a bad move,' replied his companion. ' I'll adorn and be with you in — ' ' Einem augenblick' suggested the grand tourist, philologic- ally. ' If that's German for the twinkling of a bed-post, yes ! ' was the rejoinder, and in less than ten minutes the friends descended the staircase arm-in-arm, Hazlehurst leaving strict directions with the small clerk to inform anyone who might ask for him, that he was summoned to attend a very important consultation. The next day was devoted to the purchase of Coverdale's necessaries of life. Owing to Hazlehurst's perseverance in bringing all the tradesmen to the point, a vast deal of business was transacted, and before nightfall Harry was the fortunate possessor of a spicy dog-cart, a blood mare to run in it, who could trot fourteen miles an hour, and really did perform ten miles in that space of time, equally to her own satisfaction and to that of her new master — two showy saddle-horses, the best being up to fifteen stone with any hounds — a double-barrelled gun, by a famous maker — a brace of thoroughbred pointers and a whole host of the minor 'necessaries' animate and in- animate, all of which, put together, made a considerable hole in a thousand pounds ; but, as Harry sapiently observed, ' a AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT 5 man could not live in the country without them, so where was the use of bothering.' On the following morning, the two young men and all the purchases, horses included, started by the Midland Counties Railway, and dinner-time found them safely deposited at Coverdale Park, a fine old place, which, with its picturesque mansion, beautiful view, and goodly extent of wood and water, field and fell, was as desirable a property as any English gentleman need wish to possess. After dinner the gamekeeper was summoned ; he was a sturdy, good-looking fellow, who had filled the post of under-keeper in the time of Admiral Cover- dale (Harry's deceased uncle, an old bachelor, to whose in- vincible hatred of matrimony his nephew was indebted for his present position). Harry, before he went abroad, had dis- covered the head-keeper to be in league with a gang of poachers, receiving a percentage on all the game they sold ; he had accordingly dismissed him, and elected his subordinate to fill the vacant situatidn — an experiment which had proved .eminently successful. ' Take a glass of wine, Markum ; this is my friend, Mr Hazle- hurst. We mean to have a slap at the rabbits to-morrow ; so be here at eight o'clock, and then we shall get a good long day : any more poachers since we caught those last fellows ? ' And, as Coverdale spoke, he filled a large claret-glass to the brim with splendid old port, and handed it to the keeper, who received it bashfully, and then, scraping with his foot and ducking his head twice with an expression of countenance as of a sheep about to butt, replied, — 'Your 'ealth, Mr Coverdale, sir — your 'ealth, gents both,' tossed it off at a draught — ' there ain't been no reglur poarchin a-goin on, sir,' he continued, setting down his glass as if it burned his fingers, and then jibbing away from the table as though he had shied at it; 'but that 'are young Styles has been a-shooting rabids on Wild Acre Farm, and seems to say as he considers he's a right so to do.' ' Styles ? who is he ? ' inquired Harry, quickly. ' Well, he's the son of old Farmer Styles, and he used to shoot just when and where he liked in the Admiral's time, and that's how he fancies he's got a sort of right, do ye see, Mr 'Enry — that is, Mr Coverdale, sir.' 'Rabbits are not game, so you can't touch him on the score of poaching, Harry ; but, to come to the point, if he's on 6 HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP your land without your permission, he's trespassing, and that's where you can be down upon him,' interrupted Hazlehurst, sententiously. ' Then I shall have the law o' my side in pitching into him, I suppose, sir?' inquired Markum, eagerly. ' No, no, my good fellow ; I don't wish to quarrel with any of my tenantry about here,' exclaimed Coverdale, hastily, ' they'll be breaking pheasants' eggs, and playing up all sorts of mischief — no : we must have nothing of that kind — I'll speak to the young man myself; there's a quiit way of doing these things, as I must teach you all. Good night ; remember eight o'clock to-morrow : ' and Markum, looking sheepish and re- buked, quitted the room, to tell the tale in the kitchen with the following reflection appended, 'And if that 'are young Styles happens to be as cheeky to master as he is to other folks, it strikes me the quiet dodge won't pay.' AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT CHAPTER II AFFORDS A SPECIMEN OF HARRY's ' QUIET MANNER ' WITH HIS TENANTRY By two o'clock next day, Coverdale and Hazlehurst had walked for some six hours, and conjointly taken the lives of seven couple of rabbits, ten unfortunates having fallen victims to the new double-barrel, while Hazlehurst had disposed of the remaining four. A sumptuous luncheon, with unlimited pale ale and brown stout, awaited them at the gamekeeper's cottage, to which repast they did ample justice. ' I tell you what it is, Harry,' exclaimed Hazlehurst, setting down an empty tumbler, ' if I eat any more luncheon, you will have to send me home in a wheelbarrow, for to walk I shall not be able — as it is, I feel like an alderman after a city feast.' ' In that case, you'd require a very capacious wheelbarrow, and I should pity the individual who had to trundle it. Come ! finish the bottle — you won't ? then I will — and now we'll be off — it strikes me, fatigue has something to do with it, as well as the luncheon ; you've been smoke-drying in London, young man, till you're out of condition,' returned Coverdale, laugh- ing, as he remarked the stiff manner in which his friend rose and walked across the cottage. Another hour's striding through high grass and fern proved the correctness of this assertion ; for Hazlehurst, unaccustomed to such severe exercise, began to show unmistakable symptoms of knocking up. His friend observed him with attention — 'You really are tired, Arthur,' he said good-naturedly, 'you'll be fit for nothing to-morrow, if you walk much farther. Go back, Markum,, and send one of your boys for the shooting pony ; let him bring it to us at the bridge foot — I am going over Wild Acre Farm next : I shall try through the spinney and round the large meadow, so you can cut across and join us 8 HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP again in half-an-hour — and, Markum — wait one moment : — What sort of person is this man Styles ? How should I know him if I should happen to run against him ? ' 'Well, he be a tall, broad-shouldered, roughish-looking chap, rather an orkard customer for to tackle, Mr Coverdale, sir, and he generally have a sort of cross-bred, lurcher-like dog along with him, if you please, Mr 'Enry, that is, Mr Coverdale, sir' — and so saying, Markum started at a swinging trot to execute his master's wishes. ' The fellow looks as if he could go on at that pace for a fortnight without turning a hair,' observed Hazlehurst, pausing to wipe his brow ; ' I never saw such a cast-iron animal.' ' He's at it every day, and that keeps him in good order,' replied Coverdale; 'but I've walked him down before now, and should not wonder if I were to do so to-day — I'm just getting what the jockeys call my "second wind," and am good for the next four hours at least — ha ! there's a rabbit sitting, pull at it when I clap my hands.' ' It's too long a shot for me,' replied Hazlehurst, ' bag him yourself.' Thus urged, Coverdale brought his gun to his shoulder and drew the trigger, but the cap was a bad one, and would not go off, and his second barrel being loaded with small shot, in the hope of picking up a landrail" (of which Markum had reported the probable whereabouts), the rabbit skipped away uninjured. It had not proceeded ten paces, however, when it sprang into the air and rolled over dead — at the same moment the report of a gun rang out from behind some low bushes, and a lurcher dog dashed forward and picked up the defunct rabbit. Coverdale's face flushed with anger, and hastily exchanging the defective percussion cap for a sound one, he raised his gun with the intention of shooting the dog ; but, though quick-tempered, Harry was a thoroughly kind-hearted fellow, and a moment's reflection caused him to relinquish his purpose ; recovering his gun, he muttered — ' Poor brute, why should I kill it ? — it's not his fault, but his master's.' As he spoke a tall figure rose from behind the bushes, whence the shot had proceeded, and whistling to the dog, took the rabbit from him, and put it in the pocket of a voluminous- skirted shooting-jacket. ' That's the redoubtable Mr Styles, in proprid, persond, I imagine,' observed Hazlehurst. AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT 9 ' And a cool hand he seems too,' returned Coverdale, scowl- ing at the delinquent, who stood quietly reloading his gun as though he were ' monarch of all he surveyed ' — ' however, I'm not going to lose my temper about it ; it's a great object with me, just now, to conciliate all the neighbouring farmers.' ' Then are you going to give him carte blanche to spiflicate rabbits when and where he likes ? ' inquired his friend. ' Not a bit of it ! ' was the reply, ' I mean to put a stop once for all to such practices; but there is a quiet way of managing these matters quite as effectual as putting oneself into a rage.' ' Don't be a week about it, that's all — come to the point at once, there's a good fellow, for I want to knock over another rabbit or two before my Bucephalus arrives,' rejoined Hazle- hurst. Thus urged, Coverdale advanced towards the stranger, and slightly raising his wide-awake as he approached him, said with an air of Grandisonian politeness — ' Mr Styles, I presume? ' ' Yes, young man, my name's Styles. What's yourn ? ' was the unceremonious reply. He does not know me, thought Harry : now for astonishing him — rather ! ' My name, sir, is — ahem ! — Henry Coverdale, of Coverdale Park, at your service.' He paused to watch the effect of this announcement. Ha ! I thought so, he trembles, he is — why, confound the scoundrel ! I do believe he's grinning — he can't have understood me — ' My name is Coverdale, I say, sir.' ' Well then, Mr Coverdale, if that's your name, the sooner you take yourself back to Coverdale Park the better I shall be pleased, for I'm a-shooting rabbits, and your jabbering scares the creeturs,' was the astounding rejoinder. Coverdale could scarcely believe his ears ; however, he con- trived by a strong effort to subdue his rising passion, as he answered : ' If, as I imagine, you are the son of old Farmer Styles, of Wild Acre, you must be aware, sir, that the farm your father rents is my property, and that the rabbits you are shoot- ing are my rabbits ; I must, therefore, trouble you to hand over the one you have just killed, and to abstain from shooting en- tirely, except on any occasion when I may invite you to join me or otherwise give you permission.' ' I knows this, that father and I have got a thirty years' lease to run, and that when I wants a day's rabbiting, I means to lo HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP take it, whether you likes it or whether you doesn't. Why, the old Admiral never said a word agen it ; but he was something like a gentleman, he was ! ' was the surly answer. Harry's eyes flashed fire. 'Do you mean to insinuate that / am not one then, fellow ? ' he asked in a voice that trembled with passion. 'And suppose I does, what then? feller!' returned the other, insolently. ' This ! ' was the reply, as springing hastily forward. Cover- dale struck Styles so violent a blow on the cheek with the back of his open hand, that he staggered and nearly fell ; re- covering himself with difficulty, and holding one hand to his injured jaw, he muttered with an oath, ' If it wasn't for the confounded guns, I'd give you the heartiest thrashing ever you had in your life.' ' Or get one yourself,' replied Harry, now thoroughly roused ; ' but, if you're at all inclined that way, don't disturb yourself about the guns ; if you will discharge yours, I and my friend will do the same by ours, it's only wasting a charge or two of powder ' — and, as he spoke, he fired both barrels in the air. Styles paused a moment to assure himself that no stratagem was contemplated, and then discharged his gun also, while Hazlehurst, having glanced at his friend with an expression of the deepest astonishment, hastened to follow their example. At this moment the clatter of a horse's hoofs was heard, and Markum, the keeper, cantered up on the shooting pony. ' Ah ! that's right ! ' exclaimed Coverdale, who appeared suddenly to have regained his good temper — ' tie the pony up to a tree and come here. Hazlehurst, you will pick me up if I require it, and Markum will do the same kind office by Mr Styles, and I don't intend him to have a sinecure either,' he added soffo voce. ' You don't mean seriously you're going to fight the fellow ? ' inquired Hazlehurst. ' Indeed, I do, and, what's more, nobody shall prevent me, unless he shows the white feather,' was the positive answer. ' But — but you'll get knocked about so ; besides, the brute's a bigger, heavier man than you, and as strong as an elephant. Suppose he should injure you,' remonstrated Hazlehurst. ' He may if he can,' was the confident reply ; ' why, Arthur, you're as nervous as a girl ; this is not the first time you've seen me use my fists, and I've taken lessons from Ben Caunt since the old Eton days.' AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT u ' Go in and win, then, if you will make a fool of yourself,' rejoined Hazlehurst, moodily, as he helped his friend to divest himself of his shooting-jacket and waistcoat. 'Now, Mr Styles, I'm at your service,' remarked Coverdale, addressing his antagonist politely. 'So you mean fighting, do you?' inquired Styles, half incredulously. ' I mean to try and give you the thrashing with which you have threatened me,' was the reply. ' And if you do, I'll promise never to shoot another rabbit without your permission ; but if I'm best man, blest if I don't smash 'em when and where I likes,' was the rejoinder. ' It's a bargain,' returned Coverdale, 'so come on.' As his antagonist bared his brawny arms and muscular throat, Harry felt that, if his skill were at all commensurate with his strength, he had cut himself out a somewhat troublesome task, and he began to own, in his secret soul, that Hazlehurst was right, and that he was about to do a very foolish thing. However, he had great confidence in his own skill and activity, and to these qualities did he trust to relieve him from his difificulties. If those amiable philanthropists, whose ranks, once numbering a large majority of the aristocracy and gentry of the land, have, as civilisation has spread, grown ' small by degrees and beauti- fully less ' (we allude to the ' Patrons of the Ring ') — if these humane and enlightened individuals expect a detailed account, h la Bells Life, of the ' stunning mill between the Coverdale Cove and the Stylish Farmer,' they must be doomed to the pangs of disappointment ; for unfortunately neither our taste, nor our talent, lies in that direction. Suffice it then to relate, that Mr Styles's science proving an article of the very roughest country manufacture, while his antagonist went to work with the skill and composure of a finished artist, Coverdale soon perceived that he had only to stop or avoid his opponent's blows, to keep cool and to abide his time, in order to ensure him an easy victory — and the event justified his expectations. After six rounds — in the course of which the farmer acquired two beautiful black eyes, while Coverdale had not got a scratch — time was called and the seventh round commenced. Styles, smarting from the punishment he had received, and irritated to the highest degree by his adversary's coolness, rushed on so furiously, and hailed such a shower of blows upon his opponent, that Coverdale found it would be impossible entirely to ward 12 HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP them off, and, not wishing to be disfigured by a black eye or flattened nose, was forced to exert himself in real earnest to endeavour to bring the battle to a conclusion ; watching his opportunity, therefore, he drew back, stopped a terrific hit cleverly with his left hand, and then flinging out his right arm straight from the shoulder, and bounding forward at the same moment, he struck his antagonist a crashing blow, which, catching him full on the side of the head, sent him down like a shot. ' That has terminated the case for the defendant, I expect,' observed Hazlehurst, sententiously, as, breathless and with bleeding knuckles, his friend seated himself on his extended knee — ' he had had nearly enough before, and he has got rather too much now. You hit him an awful crack ! ' ' It was his own fault,' returned Coverdale. ' I did not want to hurt the man if he would have fought quietly, and like a civilised Christian, instead of a raging lunatic; but he's only stunned — see, he's reviving already. Confound the fellow, his head is as hard as a cannon-ball, to which fact my knuckles bear witness.' So saying, Coverdale rose, and resuming his coat and waistcoat, approached his fallen foe, who, with his head leaning against Markum's shoulder, was staring vacantly at the sky. ' He's as unconscionable as a hinfant, Mr Coverdale, sir ; you've been and knocked his hintellects slap out of him, which only sarves him right, and is what all poachers 'andsomely desarves,' remarked the gamekeeper, cheerfully. ' I know what will be the medicine to cure him,' exclaimed Hazlehurst, producing a pocket-flask, and applying it to the lips of the vanquished Styles. At first the patient seemed in- clined to resist ; but as soon as he tasted the flavour of the contents of the pocket-pistol, he raised his hand, and pushing aside Hazlehurst's fingers, drained it to the bottom. 'Gently, my friend,' remonstrated the young barrister; 'that's Kinahan's best whisky — fortunately I supplied the vacuum created at luncheon with spring water. Ah, I thought as much, that's the true elixir vitae,' he continued, as Styles, re- linquishing the flask, sat up and began to stare wildly about him. ' Styles, my good fellow, how do you feel now ? You were stunned, you know ; but I shall be very sorry if I've hurt you,' observed Coverdale, good-naturedly. As he spoke. Styles AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT 13 turned and regarded him attentively, measuring his tall, active figure with his glance from top to toe. At length he muttered, ' Well, I didn't think he had it in him, that I didn't ; ' he then rubbed his head, with a look of thorough perplexity, once more fixing his eyes on his late opponent, as if he were some strange monster wonderful to behold; having, apparently, satisfied himself that he was a real flesh and blood man, and not some jiewfangled, cast-iron boxing-machine, he turned to the gamekeeper, observing, ' Markum, lend us a ,fin, old man, for I feels precious staggery-like, I can tell you. Your guv'nor hits hard.' On obtaining the required assistance, he rose, not without difficulty, approached Coverdale, and holding out a hand somewhat smaller than a shoulder of mutton, said, ' Shake hands, sir, you're a gentleman, and, what's far more in my eyes, you're a man every inch of you, and I humbly begs your pardon for insulting of you.' ' Say no more about it, my good friend,' returned Coverdale, heartily shaking his proffered hand, ' we did not understand each other before, but we do now, and shall get on capitally for the future I don't doubt.' ' I sha'n't disturb your rabbits again, sir,' continued the peni- tent Styles, entirely subdued by Coverdale's hearty manner, ' and if the creeturs should do any damage to the crops, why, I know a gentleman like you will bear it in mind on the rent- day.' 'Certainly,' was the eager reply; 'my object now is to get up the game, and no tenant who assists me in this will find me a hard landlord.' And so, after an amicable colloquy, they parted the best friends imaginable ; Styles observing, as he turned to go, ' I did not think there was a man living who could have sewn me up in ten minutes like that ; but you are unaccountable quick with your fists, to be sure, Mustur Coverdale.' ' Pray, Harry, is this to be considered a specimen of your " quiet manner " with your tenantry ? ' inquired Hazlehurst, dryly, as he bestrode the broad back of his shooting pony. His friend coloured as he replied with a forced laugh, ' Well, I must confess that for once in my life I a little lost temper ; — but you see, old boy,' he continued, bringing his hand down upon Hazlehurst's knee with a smack which caused that delicate youth to spring up in his saddle — ' but you see / managed to conciliate him after all.' t4 HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP CHAPTER III HAZLEHURST PLEADS HIS CAUSE AND WINS IT ' And the worst of it is the fellow's right — what a bore life is — confound everything ! ' As he gave utterance to this sweep- ing anathema, Harry Coverdale lifted a shaggy Scotch terrier by the ears out of an easy-chair wherein it was reposing, and flinging himself on the seat thus made vacant, waited discon- solately till Hazlehurst should have finished a letter, which, with unwontedly grave brow, he was perusing. Having continued his occupation till his friend's small stock of patience was becoming well nigh exhausted, Hazlehurst closed the epistle, muttering to himself — ' Well ! they know best, I suppose — but I don't admire the scheme, all the same ' — then, turning towards his companion, he continued aloud — ' I beg your pardon, my dear fellow ! but the governor's letter contains a budget of family politics, which is, of course, more or less interesting to me, especially as, in the event of certain contingencies, he talks of increasing my allowance. But you're looking sentimental — what's the matter ? ' ' Oh ! nothing,' was the reply, ' only that fellow Markum has been boring about the rabbits ; he says we've worked them quite enough, and that the foxes will be pitching into the pheasants if they can't get plenty of rabbits to eat, and that so much shooting will make the birds wild before the ist — I know it all as well as he does — there ought not to be another gun fired on the property till the ist of September. But then, what is a fellow to do with himself? I might go to Paris — but I've been there and done it all — besides I hate their dis- sipation, it bores me to death j London is empty, and if it wasn't, it's worse than Paris — more smoke and less fun. I'd start to America, and do Niagara, and all the other picturesque dodges, only, if the wind were to turn restive, or anything go wrong in the boiler-bursting Una, I might be delayed and miss AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT 15 the first day of partridge shooting, so it would not do to risk it.' ' By no means,' rejoined Hazlehurst, shaking his head with an air of mock solemnity ; ' but luckily I've a better plan to propose ; I must make my way home at once — you shall come with me, and stay till we are all mutually tired of each other.' 'But your father and mother?' urged Coverdale. ' Are more anxious than I am on the subject. Read that, you unbelieving Jew ! ' So saying, Hazlehurst turned down a portion of his letter, and handed it to Coverdale ; it ran thus — ' Mind you bring your friend with you ; independently of our desire to become acquainted with one who has shown you such unvarying kindness, Mr Coverdale is just the person to make up the party.' 'Yes, they're very kind,' began Coverdale, returning the letter, ' very kind, but — ' 'But what, man,' rejoined Hazlehurst, quickly; 'we want you to come to us ; you have not only no other engagement, but actually don't know what to do with yourself, and yet you hesitate. However, to come to the point at once, I ask you plainly, and expect a plain answer — where's the hitch ? ' ' Well done, most learned council, that is the way to brow- beat a witness, and no mistake,' replied Coverdale, laughing at his friend's vehemence ; ' however, I won't provoke any farther display of your forensic talents by attempting to prevaricate. The fact is, I know you've a bevy of sisters, she-cousins, and what not, very charming girls, I dare say ; but you see I'm not fit for women's society, and that's the truth of it — I've chosen ray line — I know what suits me best, and I dare say I shall live and die a bachelor, as the old Admiral did before me. I know what women are, and what they expect of one ; if a fellow happens to be a little bit rough and ready, they call him a bear, and vow he's got no soul ; 'gad, that's what the Turks say of them, by-the-bye ! Poetical justice ; eh ? ' ' My dear boy, you'll excuse my saying so, but you really are talking great nonsense,' interrupted Hazlehurst. 'You're a thorough gentleman in mind, manners and appearance, if I know the meaning of the term, and neither my sisters, nor my cousin (there is but one), have such bad taste as to prefer a finical fop to a fine manly fellow like yourself — no, they're more likely to fall into the other extreme.' ' And that would be the worst of the two by long odds,' ex- claimed Harry, aghast j ' only fancy me with a wife in the i6 HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP shooting-season — bothering me to stay at home with her, or to drive her out in a four-wheeled arm-chair with a pair of httle hopping rats of ponies, that the best whip in the three kingdoms could not screw above six miles an hour out of, if he were to flog their hides off; or, worse still, to take me boxed up in a close carriage to call upon somebody's grand- mother, and I breaking my heart all the time to be blazing away at the partridges. I know what it is — I was staying down in Leicestershire, before I went abroad, with poor Phil Anderton, as staunch a sportsman, and as thoroughly good a fellow, as ever drew trigger, before he married Lady Mirvinia Bluebas. Well, they hadn't been coupled six months before she'd got him so tight in hand that he daren't smoke a cigar without a special licence. The first season, she let him shoot Wednesdays and Fridays, and hunt Thursdays and Saturdays. The next year she made him sell off his guns, dogs, and horses, and carried him over to the Continent. What was the result ? — why, the poor fellow became so bored and miserable that he took to gambling, lost every farthing he had in the world at roulette, and — didn't blow his brains out ; so my lady has the pleasure of keeping him, and living herself, upon five hundred a-year pin-money.' ' Verdict, served her right ' — observed Hazlehurst, judicially ; ' but you forget, my dear boy, that Anderton, though a good fellow enough in his way, was made of such yielding materials that anybody could do what they liked with him — rather soft here,' he continued, tapping his forehead ; ' now you have got sterner stuff in you, and if a woman were to try it on with you in that style, it strikes me she'd find her master.' ' Ah ! I don't know,' sighed Coverdale, reflectively ; ' it's easier to talk about managing women than to do it — they've got a way with 'em, at least the pleasant ones have, of coming over a fellow somehow, and making him fancy for the moment (it doesn't last, mind you — and there's the nuisance of it), that he'd rather do what they wish him than what he wants to do himself. Then again, if a man offends you, you can quietly knock him down, and if he feels aggrieved, he can have you out (not that I admire duelling) ; but if you quarrel with a woman, there's no dernier rkssort, you can't knock her down, poor weak thing, and so you're reduced to growl like a dog, and she to spit like a cat, and you leave off as you began, with- out having attained any definite result.' AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT 17 ' I have heard of such a thing as moral force,' suggested Hazlehurst, ironically. 'That's one's only chance,' returned Coverdale, 'though it is one that, to speak seriously and sensibly, I've tolerably strong faith in. A fellow must be wanting in manliness of character, if he cannot contrive to manage a woman by moral force, as you call it ; there's a quiet way of doing that as well as everything else, only it's such a confoundedly slow process.' ' No making 'em to come to the point, eh ? ' rejoined Hazlehurst. ' Well, I have my own ideas about it ; how they would work, remains to be proved; but as you've such splendid theories on the subject, don't pretend you're unfitted for woman's society. Why, man, you're equal to a whole seminary of young ladies — your " quiet manner " would prove as irresistible with them as it did with the redoubtable Mr Styles.' By way of reply to this impertinent allusion, Coverdale shook his clenched fist (which still bore traces of his late encounter) in his friend's face with a pseudo-threatening gesture. Hazlehurst sprang back in pretended alarm, with so sudden a movement as to arouse the Scotch terrier from his nap, who, waking up in a fright, immediately recurred to his leading idea that there were thieves in the house, and rushed to the door barking furiously. When the laughter, which this little incident excited, had in some degree abated, Hazlehurst resumed, — ' But seriously, Harry, I want you to come home with me, and I'll tell you in confidence why. You and I have known each other from the time we were schoolboys together, and though, as in re Styles, you act a little hastily sometimes, there is no man on whose clear judgment and high principle I've greater reliance than on yours. I've received a letter from home this morning, which has annoyed me more than I can tell you. To come to the point at once, the case stands thus : — My father's pet weakness (rather a creditable one) is family pride ; now the Grange has belonged to the Hazlehursts for the last three hundred years, but in my great-grandfather's time the estate became woefully diminished — the old scamp was a regular wild one, and not only made ducks and drakes of everything he could lay his hands on, but as soon as my grandfather came of age, induced him to cut off the entail, and sold the best half of the family property ; some of this my B 1 8 HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP grandfather contrived to redeem in his lifetime, and ray governor has been scheming and screwing all his days in order to buy back the rest. In an evil hour he was induced to invest his savings in a railroad, hoping to attain his object sooner ; of course it paid beautifully at first ; of course in due time a crash came, and the pater not only lost all his savings, but was forced to sell a farm of five hundred acres, dear to him as the apple of his eye. The individual who purchased it, and who owns the property my great-grandfather sold, is a certain miUionaire cotton spinner, as rich as Croesus; the fellow is said to have ;^2o,ooo a-year. Well, since the railroad affair, a jolly old aunt has died, and left the governor some tin, and he's breaking his heart to buy back the farm, but cotton spinner refuses to sell. Now, at the last Hunt Ball, my eldest sister came out — she is very pretty, and a nice, taking Sort of girl in society — and said cotton spinner came, saw, and was conquered ! so much so that, having offered serious intentions ever since, he has ended by offering himself. Thereupon arose a difference of opinion between Alice and the governor — Alice pleading that she didn't love cotton spinner one bit, and didn't expect she ever should do so, and governor declaring that it was all sentimental bosh, and that if she married the man, as much love as it was at all proper for a young lady to feel, would come afterwards. At last, they made a compromise — Alice was to consent to see more of Mr Crane, and do her best to like him, in which case, said Crane would allow her to postpone her decision till a future period : to this Alice was fain to consent, and now the suitor is coming to the Grange, on approval, and the governor's asked a party of people to meet him.' 'And how do you stand affected towards the proposed alliance ? ' inquired Coverdale, lifting the Skye terrier into his lap by the nape of its neck, and then curling it up like a fried whiting. 'Not over favourably,' returned Hazlehurst, ' which, by the way, is very disinterested of me ; for if the affair comes off, and the governor buys his farm back again — which, of course, is what he is looking to — he promises to settle the residue of the aunt's legacy upon me, by which I should be some ;^2oo a-year the better ; but it would not be a match to please me. I'm very fond of Alice ; she is a dear good girl as ever lived, and I don't admire the cotton spinner ; in the first place, he's AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT 19 nearly, or quite forty, while she was nineteen last term ; in the second place, he's a slow coach, good-natured enough, and all that, but nothing in him.' ' No soul,' suggested Harry. ' Not enough to animate a kitten, I should imagine,' was the reply ; — ' not that the man's a fool — indeed, in his own line he is said to be clever. He invented some dodge to simplify his machinery, by which he nearly doubled his fortune.' ' That was decidedly clever,' remarked Harry, busily engaged in dressing the 'Skye' in a muslin 'anti-macassar,' placed clean upon the sofa that morning. ' To come to the point, however,' continued Hazlehurst — ' I want you to see the man, and try and find out what he's made of.' 'Fool's-flesh probably,' suggested Coverdale, sotto voce. ' I wish you would try and be serious for five minutes,' re- turned Hazlehurst, testily j 'nothing is more provoking than small attempts at wit, when one wants a man to give his atten- tion sensibly to that which one is saying.' ' I stand, or more properly sit, corrected ; so continue, most sapient and surly brother ! ' — was the mocking answer. Hazlehurst tried to look angry and dignified, but a glance at his friend's handsome, merry, and, withal, slightly impudent face, disarmed his wrath, and muttering — ' Confound you for a stupid, provoking, old humbug'- — he burst into a fit of laughter. As soon as he had recovered his gravity, he re- sumed : ' As I said before, I want you to come and make your observations on the cotton spinner, and if your opinion agrees with mine, you must back me up in making a serious remon- strance with the governor. I know the old gentleman well, and am sure he'll think twice as much of what I say when he finds that you, a man of the world and a large landed pro- prietor (that'll tell with him immensely) look upon the matter in the same light. And now you know my reasons, what do you say ? ' ' Say ! what can I say but that I — ahem ! — respect the sacred call of friendship, and am prepared to sacrifice myself upon its altar : that's the correct phraseology, isn't it ? I tell you what, though,' continued Harry, gravely, ' I make one con- dition, without which I don't stir a peg : I'm at your service and that of the cotton spinner, as much as you please ; but beyond the requirements of society, I'm not to be expected to 20 HARRY COVERDALE'S COURTSHIP concern myself about the women — I'm not to be forced into Ute-h-ttfe drives in pony-chaises, or set to turn over music- books at the piano — I know what all that sort of thing leads to well ; is it a bargain ? ' ' Of course it is,' returned Hazlehurst, eagerly ; ' come to please me, and I leave you to please yourself when you. get there.' ' Then, as Sam Weller says, " You may take down the bill, for I'm let to a single gentleman," ' was Coverdale's reply — and so the affair was settled. AND ALL THAT CAME OF IT CHAPTER IV CONTAINS, AMONG OTHER 'EXQUISITE' SKETCHES, A PORTRAIT OF A PUPPY (not by landseer) Hazlehurst Grange was a picturesque old mansion, modernised out of all resemblance to its moated namesake, which Tennyson has immortalised, by the addition of gay fiower-beds, closely-shaven lawns, judiciously-planted shrub- beries, and other appliances of landscape gardening. It was situated about eighteen miles from Coverdale Park, a distance which Harry's trotting mare, who had grown plump and saucy upon rest and good keep, accomplished, to her owner's intense satisfaction, in less than five minutes over the hour and a half. 'Pretty fair travelling that, eh, Master Arthur,' he observed, replacing his watch in his waistcoat pocket, ' and what I par- ticularly like about it is, that the mare did it all willingly and of her own accord, took well to collar at starting, and kept it up steadily, and in a business-like manner, till her work was done.' ' In fact, behaved as utterly unlike a female throughout the whole affair, as if she had belonged to the nobler sex,' returned Hazlehurst, sarcastically. ' Infandum renovare dolorem I — why will you remind me of my coming trials, and not suffer me to enjoy the pleasures of forgetfulness while I may?' was Coverdale's desponding rejoinder. ' Simply because, unless I am greatly mistaken, they literally are coming trials,' was the reply. ' Look through that belt of trees on the left ; don't you see the flutter of something white?' ' Muslin, by all that's flimsy, frivolous and feminine ! ' ex- claimed Harry, aghast : ' I say, Arthur, can't we turn off some- where ? ' ' By all means, if you wish it ; there's a gravel-pit on the 2 2 HARRY COVERD ALE'S COURTSHIP right hand, and a precipitous bank sloping down to the river on the left, which will you prefer ? ' was the obliging rejoinder. As he spoke, a turn in the road disclosed to their view a group of three figures, slowly advancing in the same direction as that in which they were themselves proceeding. 'My cousin, Kate Marsden, my sister Alice, and a gent, name unknown,' observed Hazlehurst, as his eyes fell upon the trio. 'Why, surely it is — no, it can't be — yes, it is, Horace D'Almayne.' ' Allowing, merely for the sake of argument, that it is the individual you mention, who may he happen to be ? ' inquired Harry, taking up the whip which had hitherto reposed innocuously between them, and performing rash feats with it over the ears of ' My old Aunt Sally ' — (for so in honour of the Ethiopian Serenaders, then in the zenith of their popularity, had Harry named his new favourite). ' My dear fellow, you don't mean to say that you never heard of him ? Not to know Horace D'Almayne argues your- self unknown ; why, man, he is a noted wit, a successful poet, the greatest dandy, and the most incorrigible male flirt about town; knows everybody, has been everywhere, and done everything.' 'What is he like across a stiff line of country, and how many brace can he bag to his own gun ? ' inquired Harry, drily. ' Not knowing can't say,' was the rejoinder, ' but that's not at all in his way; he affects, if it is affectation, the man of sentiment ; however, just now he is believed in to the fullest extent, and considered a regular lion.' 'A regular tiger, I should have fancied rather,' was the cynical reply. ' Why, the brute actually wears moustaches.' 'He has served in the Austrian army, and sports the mouse-tails on the strength of his military pretensions,' was the reply. After a minute's pause, Coverdale observed inquiringly, ' I suppose we must needs pull up and do the civil by these good people.' ' Why, considering that I have not seen my sister for the last five months, family affection (to say nothing of the duties of society) demands the sacrifice,' returned Hazlehurst. ' Cut it short then, there's a good fellow, the mare's too hot to be allowed to stand long, and I would not have anything go wrong with her, after the splendid manner in which she has < in H 2; < o a, o w H 2; o u u