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" Lady Hamet entirely concurs with me in
this opinion — nay, more than that — '"*

What farther encomiums he was going to add,



216 GRANBY.

upon his wife's authority, we cannot say ; for at
this instant the door opened, and in came Mr.
Bennett, with his usual placid, complacent look.

'' I am come,'*' said he, " on a special em-
bassy, in quest of the Honourable Mr. Clifton.
Perhaps you, Sir," (addressing himself to Mr.
Trebeck), " can inform me where he is to be
found ?''

" I am truly sorry to say that I cannot ; but
perhaps the Honourable Mr. Duncan can."

The Honourable Mr. Duncan professed
inability, and the Rev. Mr. Bennett smirkingly
withdrew.

" A choice specimen of a clerical prig,'' said
Trebeck, as the door closed.

" A prig, if you will,"* said Duncan, " but
don't say ' clerical,' for I do not think that es-
sential to the character. The man is a puppy,
and happens to be in orders ; but had he not
been ordained, he would probably have been a
greater puppy still."



GRANBY. ' 217

'* Well, well— I know you can be eloquent
upon this subject, but I don''t mean to give you
an opportunity ; for, to cut the matter short, I
perfectly agree with you in all you have said,
and were about to say."

*' I thank you for saying so at any rate — but
what were we talking about when the tutor
came in ? — Miss Jermyn, was not it ?"

" I believe it was — but I'm sure you had
gone through all her perfections, so TW.
trouble you to recapitulate. By the bye," said
he, looking out of the window, " there is your
charmer's own sweet self, going down the
walk with Lady Harriet. Suppose we join
them ?"

The party at Hemingsvvorth was now soon to
be broken up. Trebeck and Lord Chesterton
were going on the morrow, and the Jermyn
family were to make their departure on the day
following. Lord Chesterton, during the three
last days of his stay, had been less an object of

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218 GRANBY.

Caroline's aversion than during the preceding
part of it ; and this, for a reason which, with
persons in general, would have operated differ-
ently. He had considerably relaxed in his at-
tentions ; a change which Caroline thought ob-
servable since the circumstance of the music-book.
She was sorry that so trifling an offence should so
seriously have displeased him, and though glad
of the result, hoped that she might be mistaken
in the cause. But she was not mistaken ; for
this slight circumstance, heightened by the inge-
nious misrepresentations of Trebeck, and the art-
ful colouring which he contrived to give to it,
effectually convinced Lord Chesterton that Miss
Jermyn was one of those persons whom of all others
he dreaded most,— a female quizzer ; and that,
mild and placid as she seemed to be, her only ob-
ject, while admitting his attentions, was to find
some opportunity of turning him into ridicule.
Lord Chesterton, who was pride personified,
easily took fire at this idea, and determined from



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that time to dedicate his dulness to those who
could appreciate more worthily the honour of
the offering.

The inauspicious result of this affair was a
cruel blow to Lady Jermyn, for she was by this
time far advanced in castle-building, and had
fixed very firmly a prospective coronet upon her
daughter's brow. She watched his Lordship
with mournful interest throughout the day pre-
ceding his departure, and saw with a sigh his
last cold farewell-bow, as he passed her daughter
in his way to his carriage. The rattle of its
wheels sounded in her ears hke the dismal knell
of departed gi-eatness, and she grieved to think
that a young man, who seemed so steady, should
so little know his own mind.

Lady Daventry was not unmoved on this oc-
casion; but her grief Avas of a decidedly less
poignant character. In fact, it principally arose
from regret at having committed herself with
her friend. Lady Gabbleton, " The Daily Ad-
vertiser,"" by prematurely announcing the rnar-
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riage of Lord Chesterton with her niece, Miss
Jermyn, as " a thing that was to be.""

As for Trebeck, he completely succeeded,
before his departure, in gaining the favour of
Sir Thomas and Lady Jermyn, who warmly
pressed him to visit them at Brackingsley, and
declared when he was gone, that he had not
half so much finery and nonsense about him
as the world supposed, and was remarkably
pleasant when you came to know him. Even
Caroline felt considerably disposed in his fa-
vour, by his conduct during the two last days ;
though she still thought that she never could
accept him, even if there were no such person in
the world as Henry Granby.

And novr the day and hour arrived when she
was to quit this gay and amusing scene, which
in so short a time had opened to her youthful
mind so wide a field of new ideas. The carriage,
with its ponderous trunks and towering impe-
rials, was actually at the door; adieus were
thickly showered upon her, and clusters of hands



GRAXBY. 221

extended to be shaken ; the carriage was entered,
the door closed, the vehicle in motion ; and she
kissed her hand for the last time, and bad fare-
well to Hemingsworth.



2S2 GRA^iBY.



CHAP. XV.



Uiie paine dont personne ne vous parle, luie paine qui n'epronve pas
le moindie changement, et n'est susceptible d'aucun eyenement, d'au-
cune vicissitude, fait encore plus de mal que la diversite des impressions
doulonreuscs. — De Stael. Corinna.



FoiTR months have now elapsed since \ye took
our leave of Henry Granby. We then left him
musing mournfully on his hopeless alienation
from the Jermyns. We shall now find him still
pursuing the same subject of meditation. His
grief had a double cause. First and chief was
the estrangement of Caroline. Next was regret
at being opposed in his plan of entering a pro-
fession. He did not feel that " ambition" would
" soon ease**' him " of love ;"" nor did he court
employment for the purpose of diverting his
thoughts from Caroline ; for it was love of her



GRAXBY.

which first roused him to exertion, and the ge-
nerous ardour thus communicated had glowed
steadily ever since. But though regretting the
inacti\ity to which he was doomed, he did not
suffer his energies to stagnate through despair ;
and though precluded from striking at once
into any one road to eminence, he resolved to
render himself more competent to the pursuit of
any course which might be hereafter open to
him. He therefore applied himself resolutely to
the improvement of those talents with which he
had been endowed in no sparing degree.

But the best resolutions often fail ; and it was
even so with Henry Granby. In his case, those
very feelings that were his incentives to exertion,
formed the bar which precluded it. Often, "when
labouring to confine his thoughts to the present
object of speculation, CaroHne's form would rise
unbidden to his view ; now with her soft sweet
smile lapping him in temporary forgetfulness of
all but his own delusive dream of bliss; now
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^24 GRANBY.

listless despair. Often would his eyes travel
mechanically down the page, when, with a sudden
start of recollection, he became conscious that he
had long been reading mere words, whose sense
had totally escaped him, while his mind was
wandering to a dearer subject. He endeavoured
sometimes to divert his thoughts, and rouse him-
self to gaiety, by moderately partaking of the
pleasures of society, and the recreations of the
season. But things which interested before,
failed to interest him now. In all he did there
was an evident want of animation; and the
youthful buoyancy of spirit which characterized
him once was gone.

In the General, this change in his nephew's
deportment did not excite particular attention.
He was not one of those who search very deeply
into the recesses of the mind, or who are prone
to attribute the fluctuations of the spirits to any
but the temporary influence of the most obvious
causes. He sometimes indeed noticed his ne-
phew's occasional fits of abstraction, and would



GRANBY. 225

jocosely attack him upon that point, whenever
they interfered with his own natural love of
cheerful converse. But it would have been not
a little difficult to persuade him, that the various
instances of depression which were spread over
the surface of four months^ were all to be traced
to one prevailing cause. At any rate, he would
have acquitted Caroline ; for as her name was
never in his nephew's mouth, he thought her
image was never in his mind.

" Harry,"" said he one day, after receiving a
letter with a Bath post-mark, " I'm glad you
have left off thinking about Caroline Jermyn."

" Why so, Sir .?" said the nephew, who was
thinking of nothing else at that very moment.

" Why, I learn by this letter — it is from
an old frifflid of mine. General Killerton — a
fellow-campaigner — he is at Bath now for his
health — he goes there every year — he's quite
an invalid — had the gout these ten years — you
have seen General Killerton ? — ""
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^26 GEANBY.

" Oh yes, Sir — know him perfectly. But
about the letter — you were going to say — "

" Oh, ay ! — well — he says that Caroline is
going to be married.*'

" Married ! impossible ! — " said Henry, with
a start that would have made the fortune of a
theatrical debutant.

** Why impossible .^" replied the General
coolly. *^ I don't see any impossibility."

" N-no — perhaps not — of course, if you say
so — that is — I mean — I suppose the letter gives
its authority."

" Oh, yes — it gives its authority — you may
see it if you like — and very good authority too.
Killerton had it from a friend of his, who heard
it mentioned by Lady Gabbleton, who received
the account in a letter from Lady Daventry,
Caroline's aunt — and I hear the Jermyns have
been staying some time at Hemingsworth — so,
you see, there cannot be the smallest doubt
of it."



GEAXBY. 227

" None in the world, Sir," said Henry, trying
to be calm ; " and what may the gentleman's
name be ?"

" Why, the name is not very plain — but it is
a Lord somebody — Ches — Chesterton— here —
your eyes are younger than mine— just look — is
it Chesterton ?"

" Yes, Sir— Lord Chesterton— he is Lord
Banbury's eldest son."

" Ha ! a good match — I'm very glad to hear
this, Harry. This is doing well for the girl —
very well, indeed, I call it. Why ! what the
devil ! — you don't seem pleased."

« No — I don't think it is so well."

" No ! — why .'' — where's the objection ? Do
you know anything about this Lord Ches-
terton ?'■''

"I do not know him myself, Sir, even by sight ;
but I have heard him spoken of by some friends
of mine, as a stupid, formal, affected sort of per-
son, and a fellow of whom they always made a
laughing-stock .at Oxford— a sort of man, that



228 GRANBY.

I am sure, by what I have heard of him, it is
quite impossible Miss Jermyn can like."

'* Oh, she'll like him — never fear. Why
should you be so ready to suppose she
will not ? You don't consider that it's a very
great match for her."

" Certainly, Sir," said the nephew, in a tone
of pique, " if a high connection is necessarily a
good one. But I cannot say I think that fol-
lows. It is really what I did not expect — and
upon so short an acquaintance too ! They did
not know him four months ago."

" And what of that ?''' said the General. " It
shows they have made good use of their time.''

" Yes — that is the worst of it. There is
something so indelicate in this violent haste.''

"But they think differently, yon see."

" Yes, Sir, I dare say they do. Their feel-
ings on this subject are very different from
mine. It is really too bad— a mere paltry match
of ambition ! — to be bartered for a coronet ! —
to be made a Smithfield bargain of ! Oh, Caro-



GKANBY. 229

line ! Caroline ! — I never could have believed
it. If there is any sort of marriage I do utterly
despise and abhor, it is one of mere convenience
and aggrandisement. It is such a compromise
of female delicacy! — It never does any credit
either to the promoter or the parties. And that
she should fall a victim !"

" Victim — nonsense ! What makes you so
warm about it ? I'll be bound she is perfectly
satisfied — and if she is, I'm sure I am."

" But it is impossible, Sir, unless she is
strangely altered. She cannot like the man; and
there is the evil."

" Ay ! — well — I understand you — that •ipould
be an evil — if it were really the case. You
would be quite satisfied — (that is your meaning,
I suppose) — if you thought she married this
Lord Chesterton, because she really was attached
to him."

This was an awkward alternative — Henry
could bear the subject no longer, and turned
away to conceal the agonized expression of his



230 GRANBY.

countenance, which he thought must be evident
even to the General ; feeUng also no inchnation
to prolong the discussion of so painful a topic,
with one who could so little enter into his real
sentiments.

Upon calm consideration, however, he began
to find materials for comfort, which had pre-
viously escaped his notice ; for, in the first frenzy
of disappointment, he had been perversely dis-
posed to see every thing in the worst point of
view — to conclude the marriage positively fixed,
and Caroline irrevocably lost to him. But now,
upon sifting probabilities, and remembering by
how circuitous a course the intelligence had
reached him, and that Lady Gabbleton was an
arrant newsmonger, he came to the conclusion,
that though the report must have some founda-
tion, yet that no marriage was actually settled.

Henry hoped to be in town in the spring,
where it was probable that the " high contract-
ing parties " — if such they were — would shortly
assemble. To follow them thither was therefore



GRANBY. 231

his immediate determination. The day of his
journey was soon fixed, and accordingly about
the last week of " the month before the month
of IViay," Henry Granby went up to to^rn.

And now, did we live in happier times, how
bright a field of interesting incident would open
to our view ! How rich a harvest might we
freely glean from the perilous adventures of the
road ! Farewell those golden days when an
hundred miles' journey was an era in the life of
him who undertook it ; when the making of a
will was the proper preface to a journey to
London ; and when a public vehicle, with a care-
ful driver, was advertised a fortnight beforehand,
like an outward bound packet, to set out from
Lohdon (if its complement Nvas full) and " ar-
rive (God wilhng) on the fourth day at Oxford. '

The happy annalist of those times was not
compelled to dismiss his hero with a dry an-
nouncement of departure and arrival. Then it
was chiefly at the outset of a journey that he
plunged with him into the thickest medley of



2S2 GRANBY.

conflicting events — an inn became the hot-bed
of incident — and fear and laughter dogged the
wheels of the heavy vehicle which there de-
posited its load. Witness the rambles of a
Jones ; the slow, but varied and eventful pro-
gress of a Roderick Random in the stage-wag-
gon ; and the fortunes of the day that exposed
an Andrews to the tender mercies of a couple of
footpads. Shades of Turpin and of Blueskin !
and ye other rival worthies whom abler pens
than mine have heretofore commemorated!
'Twas your's to keep alive the stagnating spirit
of adventure, to lighten the burden of the way-
worn traveller, to throw a fearful interest over
the heavy annals of an inland excursion, and
with vigorous touches, peculiarly your OAvn, to
heighten the romance of real life. But the age
of highwaymen is past ; that of horse patrol and
hght coaches has succeeded ; and the glories of
the road are extinguished for ever.

But there is still food for observation and
amusement. The annals of the road, though



GRANBY. 233

not now the source of high- wrought interest and
perilous adventure, might still furnish subjects
for sportive delineation, and shine once more in
the pages of our novehsts, could pens be found,
which, like that of the ingenious annaUst of
" The Stout Gentleman," could throw an in-
terest even over the tame adventure of a wet
Sunday in a country inn. The modem mail-
coach, with its motley complement of attendants,
presents a scene as strictly national as any which
this country can produce. The sturdy, thick-
set, waddhng coachman ; his purple face just
visible between a broad-brimmed hat and a hill
of drab cloth ; his reduced edition, in the more
active guard; the knowing, straight-haired,
bustling helpers, with their bare heads and short
jackets ; the hstless lookers on, with their com-
ments on the " cattle ;" the vacant civiUty of
mine host ; all — down to the ruddy-faced cham-
bermaid — all are true, genuine, downright
English — all bear a deep-grained national stamp.



234) GRANBY.

which the members of scarcely any other class
faithfully exhibit.

Nor must the passengers be forgotten. Few
situations are more favourable to a display of
character than that close, casual, unsought,
unceremonious communion into which fellow-
travellers are thrown in the course of a journey.
The snug incognito, the levelling jumble of
ranks and professions, the intimate contact of
opposite character, the absence of adventitious
elevation, the depression of real consequence,
and the wide field for impudent pretension — all
conduce to this one point ; all tend to expose
the character, while they conceal the circum-
stances. When is vanity more actively em-
ployed, in dilating the insignificant and brighten-
ing the obscK. ;? or when is it cloaked under
more ingenious disguises ? How artfully some-
times is a little sly trait of importance carelessly
dropt, as if inadvertently, with a well contrived
look of absence, or followed perhaps by a



GRAXBY. 235

bridling air of gravity, as if the real situation
had been too much exposed ! And what an
excellent vehicle can modesty be rendered I
How much may be done by an humble dis-
claimer ! We remember a gentleman of this
sort — a master in his way — who impressed us
with a high opinion of his dignity, without sacri-
ficing an iota of truth, or even making a single
direct assumption. He was not, he assured us,
at the last Levee, nor was he personally acquaint-
ed with one of the ministry who happened to be
named. It was perfectly true, without a doubt ;
but what did his tone and manner imply .? That
it was almost the only Levee he had ever missed,
and that all the rest of the cabinet were his inti-
mate friends. We were also solemnly assured that
he was not the author of an anonymous work,
of some merit, that happened to be mentioned.
We did not suspect him ; but his manner de-
noted that he had frequently been taxed with it;
and as it seemed a sore subject, we abstained
from questions. Hence, however, we gathered^



236 GRANBY.

that though he was not the author of the book
ill question, he was thought very capable of
having written it. Who could he be ? A friend
of the cabinet, at any rate, and a reputed man of
talent ! Our veneration for him grew prodigious-
ly, and we amused ourselves with working upon
his imperfect hints, and investing him with proper
dignity. But, alas ! about a mile from Liver-
pool, our speculations and the coach were rudely
arrested by a greasy footboy on the look-out,
near a prim villa with green palisades ; and our
dignified companion shrunk at once into Mr.
Stephen Wilcox, late Appraiser and Auctioneer.



GRANBY, 237



CHAP. XVI.



Early in tbe morning he again set forth in pursuit of Sophia ; and
many a weary step he took to no better purpose than before.

Tom Jones.



We may now safely suppose Granby to have
arrived in London, and to be finally set down at
one of those huge caravan seras, where so many
daily come and go, and few, if any, \\dsh to stay.
We shall pass over the busy blank of the next
twenty-four hours, at the expiration of which
we shall find him established in Mount-street,
actively engaged in the pleasing task, of inform-
ing his friends of his life and presence.

His few first days passed heavily enough.
His was the fate of many in London. Daily
did he empty his cardcase at the doors of his ac-



238 GRAN BY.

quaintance; and daily did he view upon his
table, in return, similar indications of their re-
membrance of him. But by some fatality, they
never met : and in truth, this fatality is easily
accounted for, considering that everybody calls
upon their friends just about the same hour, and,
consequently, everybody is out at the usual
hour of calling.

This is a tantalizing state of things ; and,
alas ! is not peculiar to the commencement of
the sojourn. Often, too often, with the best
intentions, excellent friends will have passed the
season without any memorial of each other's
existence more satisfactory than the copperplate
impression of their respective names. An altar
of friendship, with a pediment of pasteboard !
The material certainly is slight ; but it is a con-
venient vehicle of civil meanings to the many
with whom five minutes chat is the utmost of
one's intercourse, and with whom society, like
a tontine, requires little more than the periodical
certificate of one's being still alive.



GEANBY. 239

One of the first persons whom Henry Granby
met in town, was his cousin, Mr. Tyrrel, who
received him again with that same air of friendly
interest, which created so pleasing an impression
in his favour, during the latter part of his short
stay at Tedsworth.

Thus greeted, and by one with whom, though
so nearly connected, he had so lately become
acquainted, he was eager to cultivate his society ;
and his intentions on this point were strongly
supported by the recommendations of the Gene-
ral, who before his departure, had made it one
of his last and most particular injunctions, to
see as much as possible of his cousin Tyrrel, and,
since he was favourably disposed towards him,
to lose no opportunity of cementing their friend-
ship. This request, coming from one who, of
course, must know a good deal about Tyrrel,
and had probably not urged it without sufficient
reasons, was necessarily of much weight. Henry
himself knesv no more of him than that he was
JLiord Malton's only son, and his own cousin; and



240 GRANBY.

he saw no more than that he was a Hvely, sociable,
conversible man of the world, an entertaining,
and, in all probability, an useful companion.

But the probable merits or demerits of Tyrrel,
and all that he did and said, were, to Henry
Granby, subjects of infinitely inferior interest
to the grand question, whether the Jermyns
actually were or were not at that time in town.
A Morning Paper had rather perplexed him,
by announcing amoDg the fashionable arrivals,
" Sir J. and Lady Jarmyn and family."" He
had no Baronetage to apply to — and, then, if he
had, the person might not be a Baronet. Thanks
to foreign orders, &c., *' Sir," since the peace,
had been almost as good a travelling name as
" Captain" heretofore. But still it might be
meant for Sir T. Jermyn — papers were some-
times so inaccurate — and yet "family" was an
odd expression for an only daughter. A friend
of his, who called soon afterwards, also helped
to puzzle and provoke him ; for, in discussing
the comparative state of female beauty during



GRANBY. 241

the last and present season, he adverted to a
new face which he had seen the night before at
Lady Somebody's — " rather striking,'' he said,
" but not exactly one of your regular cried-up
beauties — more pretty than handsome — but witli
a good deal of expression. A Miss St. Ger-
mains, I was told."

" Jermyn, probably, without the St ," said
Granby.

" No— I'm certain about the St. ; I repeat
the name exactly as I heard it. She is the
daughter of a baronet — only daughter."

" Exactly — so is my Miss Jermyn."

"But you know," said the other, '' there is a
Miss St. Germains, only daughter of a baronet
of that name."

So there was. Provoking coincidence ! Then
it might perhaps be this lady after all. He was
afterwards informed, by another friend, who
was slightly acquainted with the Jermyn family,
that he thought he had seen Miss Jermyn some-
where, or, at any rate, somebody very hke her ;

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242 GRANBY.

but whether it was at Lady C.'s, or Cramer s
Concert, orAhnack's, or the British Gallery, or
riding in the Park, or eating ice at Gunter's, he
could not, for the life of him, recollect.


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