'Here's Mr. Sparkins!' said Tom, who had been looking out at the window, 'on SUCH a black horse!' There was Horatio, sure enough, on a large black horse, curvetting and prancing along, like an Astley's supernumerary. After a great deal of reining in, and pulling up, with the accompaniments of snorting, rearing, and kicking, the animal consented to stop at about a hundred yards from the gate, where Mr. Sparkins dismounted, and confided him to the care of Mr. Malderton's groom. The ceremony of introduction was gone through, in all due form. Mr. Flamwell looked from behind his green spectacles at Horatio with an air of mysterious importance;and the gallant Horatio looked unutterable things at Teresa.
'Is he the Honourable Mr. Augustus What's-his-name?' whispered Mrs.
Malderton to Flamwell, as he was escorting her to the dining-room.
'Why, no - at least not exactly,' returned that great authority -'not exactly.'
'Who IS he then?'
'Hush!' said Flamwell, nodding his head with a grave air, importing that he knew very well; but was prevented, by some grave reasons of state, from disclosing the important secret. It might be one of the ministers making himself acquainted with the views of the people.
'Mr. Sparkins,' said the delighted Mrs. Malderton, 'pray divide the ladies. John, put a chair for the gentleman between Miss Teresa and Miss Marianne.' This was addressed to a man who, on ordinary occasions, acted as half-groom, half-gardener; but who, as it was important to make an impression on Mr. Sparkins, had been forced into a white neckerchief and shoes, and touched up, and brushed, to look like a second footman.
The dinner was excellent; Horatio was most attentive to Miss Teresa, and every one felt in high spirits, except Mr. Malderton, who, knowing the propensity of his brother-in-law, Mr. Barton, endured that sort of agony which the newspapers inform us is experienced by the surrounding neighbourhood when a pot-boy hangs himself in a hay-loft, and which is 'much easier to be imagined than described.'
'Have you seen your friend, Sir Thomas Noland, lately, Flamwell?'
inquired Mr. Malderton, casting a sidelong look at Horatio, to see what effect the mention of so great a man had upon him.
'Why, no - not very lately. I saw Lord Gubbleton the day before yesterday.'
'All! I hope his lordship is very well?' said Malderton, in a tone of the greatest interest. It is scarcely necessary to say that, until that moment, he had been quite innocent of the existence of such a person.
'Why, yes; he was very well - very well indeed. He's a devilish good fellow. I met him in the City, and had a long chat with him.
Indeed, I'm rather intimate with him. I couldn't stop to talk to him as long as I could wish, though, because I was on my way to a banker's, a very rich man, and a member of Parliament, with whom Iam also rather, indeed I may say very, intimate.'
'I know whom you mean,' returned the host, consequentially - in reality knowing as much about the matter as Flamwell himself. - 'He has a capital business.'
This was touching on a dangerous topic.
'Talking of business,' interposed Mr. Barton, from the centre of the table. 'A gentleman whom you knew very well, Malderton, before you made that first lucky spec of yours, called at our shop the other day, and - '
'Barton, may I trouble you for a potato?' interrupted the wretched master of the house, hoping to nip the story in the bud.
'Certainly,' returned the grocer, quite insensible of his brother-in-law's object - 'and he said in a very plain manner - '
'FLOURY, if you please,' interrupted Malderton again; dreading the termination of the anecdote, and fearing a repetition of the word 'shop.'
'He said, says he,' continued the culprit, after despatching the potato; 'says he, how goes on your business? So I said, jokingly -you know my way - says I, I'm never above my business, and I hope my business will never be above me. Ha, ha!'
'Mr. Sparkins,' said the host, vainly endeavouring to conceal his dismay, 'a glass of wine?'
'With the utmost pleasure, sir.'
'Happy to see you.'
'Thank you.'
'We were talking the other evening,' resumed the host, addressing Horatio, partly with the view of displaying the conversational powers of his new acquaintance, and partly in the hope of drowning the grocer's stories - 'we were talking the other night about the nature of man. Your argument struck me very forcibly.'
'And me,' said Mr. Frederick. Horatio made a graceful inclination of the head.
'Pray, what is your opinion of woman, Mr. Sparkins?' inquired Mrs.
Malderton. The young ladies simpered.
'Man,' replied Horatio, 'man, whether he ranged the bright, gay, flowery plains of a second Eden, or the more sterile, barren, and Imay say, commonplace regions, to which we are compelled to accustom ourselves, in times such as these; man, under any circumstances, or in any place - whether he were bending beneath the withering blasts of the frigid zone, or scorching under the rays of a vertical sun -man, without woman, would be - alone.'
'I am very happy to find you entertain such honourable opinions, Mr. Sparkins,' said Mrs. Malderton.
'And I,' added Miss Teresa. Horatio looked his delight, and the young lady blushed.
'Now, it's my opinion - ' said Mr. Barton.
'I know what you're going to say,' interposed Malderton, determined not to give his relation another opportunity, 'and I don't agree with you.'
'What!' inquired the astonished grocer.
'I am sorry to differ from you, Barton,' said the host, in as positive a manner as if he really were contradicting a position which the other had laid down, 'but I cannot give my assent to what I consider a very monstrous proposition.'
'But I meant to say - '
'You never can convince me,' said Malderton, with an air of obstinate determination. 'Never.'
'And I,' said Mr. Frederick, following up his father's attack, 'cannot entirely agree in Mr. Sparkins's argument.'
