“Ah, doctor! What have you done! Ruined me! ruined me! Didn’t you read my note? Didn’t you understand it?—I thought a word to the wise was enough.”
“Why!—then it was as I understood it at first? So I thought; but then I fancied I must be mistaken afterwards; for when I expected support, my dear madam, you opposed my opinion in favour of Jamaica more warmly than any one, and what was I to think?”
“To think! Oh, my dear doctor, you might have guessed that was only a sham opposition.”
“But, my dear ma’am,” cried Dr. Wheeler, who, though the mildest of men, was now worked up to something like indignation, “my dear ma’am—sham upon sham is too much for any man!”
The doctor went down stairs murmuring. Thus, by excess of hypocrisy, our heroine disgusted even her own adherents, in which she has the honour to resemble some of the most wily politicians famous in English history. But she was too wise ever to let any one who could serve or injure her go discontented out of her presence.
“My dear, good Dr. Wheeler, I never saw you angry before. Come, come,” cried Mrs. Beaumont, sliding a douceur into his hand, “friends must not be vexed for trifles; it was only a mistake de part et d’autre, and you’ll return here to-morrow, in your way home, and breakfast with us; and now we understand one another. And,” added she, in a whisper, “we can talk over things, and have your cool judgment best, when only you, and I, and Mr. Palmer, are present. You comprehend.”
Those who practise many manoeuvres, and carry on many intrigues at the same time, have this advantage, that if one fails, the success of another compensates for the disappointment. However she might have been vexed by this slight contre-temps with Dr. Wheeler, Mrs. Beaumont had ample compensation of different sorts this day; some due to her own exertions, some owing to accident. Her own exertions prevented her dear Albina Hunter from returning; for Mrs. Beaumont never sent the promised carriage—only a note of apology—a nail had run into one of the coach-horse’s feet. To accident she owed that the Walsinghams were not at home when her son galloped over to see them the next morning, and to inquire what news from Captain Walsingham. That day’s paper also brought a contradiction of the report of the engagement and victory; so that Mrs. Beaumont’s apprehensions on this subject were allayed; and she had no doubt that, by proper management, with a sufficient number of notes and messages, misunderstandings, lame horses, and crossings upon the road, she might actually get through the week without letting the Walsinghams see Mr. Palmer; or at least without more than a vis, or a morning visit, from which no great danger could be apprehended. “Few, indeed, have so much character,” thought she, “or so much dexterity in showing it, as to make a dangerous impression in the course of a formal morning visit.”