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He certainly could not propose his own health, nor did he complain of the honour that was to be done him. It was very proper that his health should be drunk, and he had now to think of the words in which he would return thanks. But the extent of his horror may be imagined when Bellfield got up and made a most brilliant speech in praise of Mrs Greenow.
If Bellfield could only be successful, and achieve for himself the mastery over those forty thousand pounds, the world would forgive him and place, on his brow also, some not uncomfortable crown. In the mean time, his stratagems were as deep and his lies as profound as those of any general. It must not be supposed that Cheesacre ever believed him.
I have known nothing of the softness of affection since I laid him in his cold grave, and never can again. 'Captain Bellfield, I said to him, 'if you were to kneel at my feet for years, it would not make me care for you in the way of love." "And what did he say to that?" "How am I to tell you what he said? He talked nonsense about my beauty, as all the men do.
I've detested that woman for the last ten years." Cheesacre could forgive no word of slight respecting his social position, and the idea of Miss Fairstairs having pretended to look down upon him, galled him to the quick. "You'll have to dine with her at any rate," said Bellfield, "and I always think that four are better company than three on such occasions."
In this way the aunt and niece became very confidential, and Mrs Greenow whispered into Kate's ears her belief that Captain Bellfield might possibly make his way across the country to Westmoreland. "There would be no harm in offering him a bed, would there?" Mrs Greenow asked. "You see the inn at Shap is a long way off for morning calls."
And who," continued Madame de Ventadour, without waiting for an answer to the first question, "who is that gentleman, the young one I mean, leaning against the door?" "What, with the dark moustache?" said Lord Taunton. "He is a cousin of mine." "Oh, no; not Colonel Bellfield; I know him how amusing he is! no; the gentleman I mean wears no moustache."
Indeed she first proposed the Norwich plan on the ground that it might be useful to me, with a view to Mr Cheesacre, of course; but I fancy that she is unwilling to tear herself away from Captain Bellfield. At any rate to Norwich she will go, and I have promised not to leave her before the second week in November. With all her absurdities I like her.
Captain Bellfield, moreover, had learned from experience that the first comer has not always an advantage in ladies' society. The mind of a woman is greedy after novelty, and it is upon the stranger, or upon the most strange of her slaves around her, that she often smiles the sweetest.
When left to himself after dinner he barely swallowed two glasses of the old Squire's port wine before he sauntered out into the garden to join the ladies, whom he had seen there; and when pressed by Kate to light a cigar he positively declined. On the following morning Mrs Greenow had recovered her composure, but Captain Bellfield was still in a rather disturbed state of mind.
At last, when Bellfield had come to an end of praising Mrs Greenow, he told the guests that he wished to join his friend Mr Cheesacre in the toast, the more so as it could hardly be hoped that Mrs Greenow would herself rise to return thanks. There was no better fellow than his friend Cheesacre, whom he had known for he would not say how many years.
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