SCENE II.
A Dining room in the Inn at Salt Hill.
Mrs. Talbot and Louisa.
Louisa (laughing). With what an air Mrs. Landlady made her exit!
Mrs. Talbot. When I was young, they say, I was proud; but I am humble enough now: these petty mortifications do not vex me.
Louisa. It is well my brother was gone before Mrs. Landlady made her entree; for if he had heard her rude speech, he would at least have given her the retort courteous.
Mrs. Talb. Now tell me honestly, my Louisa—You were, a few days ago, at Bursal House. Since you have left it and have felt something of the difference that is made in this world between splendour and no splendour, you have never regretted that you did not stay there, and that you did not bear more patiently with Miss Bursal’s little airs?
Louisa. Never for a moment. At first Miss Bursal paid me a vast deal of attention; but, for what reason I know not, she suddenly changed her manner, grew first strangely cold, then condescendingly familiar, and at last downright rude. I could not guess the cause of these variations.
Mrs. Talb. (aside) I guess the cause too well.
Louisa. But as I perceived the lady was out of tune, I was in haste to leave her. I should make a very bad, and, I am sure, a miserable toad eater. I had much rather, if I were obliged to choose, earn my own bread, than live as toad eater with anybody.
Mrs. Talb. Fine talking, dear Louisa!
Louisa. Don’t you believe me to be in earnest, mother! To be sure, you cannot know what I would do, unless I were put to the trial.
Mrs. Talb. Nor you either, my dear.
(She sighs, and is silent.)
Louisa (takes her mother’s hand). What is the matter, dear mother? You used to say, that seeing my brother always made you feel ten years younger; yet even while he was here, you had, in spite of all your efforts to conceal them, those sudden fits of sadness.
Mrs. Talb. The Montem—is not it to-morrow? Ay, but my boy is not sure of being captain.
Louisa. No; there is one Wheeler, who, as he says, is most likely to be chosen captain. He has taken prodigious pains to flatter and win over many to his interest. My brother does not so much care about it; he is not avaricious.
Mrs. Talb. I love your generous spirit and his! but, alas! my dear, people may live to want, and wish for money, without being avaricious. I would not say a word to Talbot; full of spirits as he was this morning, I would not say a word to him, till after the Montem, of what has happened.
Louisa. And what has happened, dear mother? Sit down,—you tremble.
Mrs. Talb. (sits down and puts a letter into Louisa’s hand.) Read that, love. A messenger brought me that from town a few hours ago.
Louisa (reads). “By an express from Portsmouth, we hear the Bombay Castle East Indiaman is lost, with all your fortune on board.” All! I hope there is something left for you to live upon.
Mrs. Talb. About 150 pounds a year for us all.
Louisa. That is enough, is it not, for you?
Mrs. Talb. For me, love? I am an old woman, and want but little in this world, and shall be soon out of it.
Louisa (kneels down beside her). Do not speak so, dearest mother.
Mrs. Talb. Enough for me, love! Yes, enough, and too much for me. I am not thinking of myself.
Louisa. Then, as to my brother, he has such abilities, and such industry, he will make a fortune at the bar for himself, most certainly.
Mrs. Talb. But his education is not completed. How shall we provide him with money at Cambridge?
Louisa. This Montem. The last time the captain had eight hundred, the time before a thousand, pounds. Oh, I hope—I fear! Now, indeed, I know that, without being avaricious, we may want, and wish for money.
(Landlady’s voice heard behind the scenes.)
Landlady. Waiter!—Miss Bursal’s curricle, and Mr. Bursal’s vis-à-vis. Run! see that the Dolphin’s empty. I say run!—run!
Mrs. Talb. I will rest for a few moments upon the sofa, in this bedchamber, before we set off.
Louisa (goes to open the door). They have bolted or locked it. How unlucky!
(She turns the key, and tries to unlock the door.)
Enter Waiter.
Waiter. Ladies, I’m sorry—Miss Bursal and Mr. Bursal are come—just coming upstairs.
Mrs. Talb. Then, will you be so good, sir, as to unlock this door?
(Waiter tries to unlock the door.)
Waiter. It must be bolted on the inside. Chambermaid! Sally! Are you within there? Unbolt this door.
Mr. Bursal’s voice behind the scenes. Let me have a basin of good soup directly.
Waiter. I’ll go round and have the door unbolted immediately, ladies.
(Exit Waiter.)
Enter Miss Bursal, in a riding dress, and with a long whip.
Miss Bursal. Those creatures, the ponies, have a’most pulled my ’and off. Who ’ave we ’ere? Ha! Mrs. Talbot! Louisa, ’ow are ye? I’m so vastly glad to see you; but I’m so shocked to ’ear of the loss of the Bombay Castle. Mrs. Talbot, you look but poorly; but this Montem will put everybody in spirits. I ’ear everybody’s to be ’ere; and my brother tells me, ’twill be the finest ever seen at HEton. Louisa, my dear, I’m sorry I’ve not a seat for you in my curricle for to-morrow; but I’ve promised Lady Betty; so, you know, ’tis impossible for me.
Louisa. Certainly; and it would be impossible for me to leave my mother at present.
Chambermaid (opens the bedchamber door). The room’s ready now, ladies.
Mrs. Talb. Miss Bursal, we intrude upon you no longer.
Miss Burs. Nay, why do you decamp, Mrs. Talbot? I ’ad a thousand things to say to you, Louisa; but am so tired and so annoyed—
(Seats herself. Exeunt Mrs. Talbot, Louisa and Chambermaid.)
Enter Mr. Bursal, with a basin of soup in his hand.
Mr. Burs. Well, thank my stars the Airly Castle is safe in the Downs.
Miss Burs. Mr. Bursal, can you inform me why Joe, my groom, does not make his appearance?
Mr. Burs. (eating and speaking). Yes, that I can, child; because he is with his ’orses, where he ought to be. ’Tis fit they should be looked after well; for they cost me a pretty penny—more than their heads are worth, and yours into the bargain; but I was resolved, as we were to come to this Montem, to come in style.
Miss Burs. In style, to be sure; for all the world’s to be here—the King, the Prince of Whales, and Duke o’ York, and all the first people; and we shall cut a dash! Dash! dash! will be the word to-morrow!—(playing with her whip).
Mr. Burs. (aside). Dash! dash! ay, just like her brother. He’ll pay away finely, I warrant, by the time he’s her age. Well, well, he can afford it; and I do love to see my children make a figure for their money. As Jack Bursal says, what’s money for, if it e’nt to make a figure. (Aloud). There’s your brother Jack, now. The extravagant dog! he’ll have such a dress as never was seen, I suppose, at this here Montem. Why, now, Jack Bursal spends more money at Eton, and has more to spend, than my Lord John, though my Lord John’s the son of a marchioness.
Miss Burs. Oh, that makes no difference nowadays. I wonder whether her ladyship is to be at this Montem. The only good I ever got out of these stupid Talbots was an introduction to their friend Lady Piercefield. What she could find to like in the Talbots, heaven knows. I’ve a notion she’ll drop them, when she hears of the loss of the Bombay Castle.
Enter a Waiter, with a note.
Waiter. A note from my Lady Piercefield, sir.
Miss B. Charming woman! Is she here, pray, sir?
Waiter. Just come. Yes, ma’am.
(Exit Waiter.)
Miss B. Well, Mr. Bursal, what is it?
Mr. B. (reads). “Business of importance to communicate—” Hum! what can it be?—(going).
Miss B. (aside). Perhaps some match to propose for me! (Aloud). Mr. Bursal, pray before you go to her ladyship, do send my ooman to me to make me presentable.
(Exit Miss Bursal at one door.)
Mr. B. (at the opposite door). “Business of importance!” Hum! I’m glad I’m prepared with a good basin of soup. There’s no doing business well upon an empty stomach. Perhaps the business is to lend cash; and I’ve no great stomach for that. But it will be an honour, to be sure.
(Exit.)