The Semi-Attached Couple. By (E. E [i.e. Hon. Emily Eden]) the author of 'The Semi-Detached House.'

Preface

. This story was partly written nearly thirty years ago, before railroads were established, and travelling carriages-and-four superseded ; before postage-stamps had extinguished the privilege of franking, and before the Reform Bill had limited the duration of the polling at borough elections to a single day. In re writing it I might easily have introduced these and other modern innovations ; but as I be lieve the manners of England to be as much changed as her customs, there would have been discrepancies between my scenes and

PREFACE.

. characters: the background would not have harmonized with the figures. When I wrote it, I thought it a tolerably faithful representation of modern society ; but some young friends who are still living in the world, from which I have long retired, and who have read it with the indulgence of happy youth, condescendingly assure me that it is amusing, inasmuch as it is a curious picture of old-fashioned society. Therefore, in giving it to the world, I trust that to my own contemporaries it may have the charm of reminding them of their youth, and that to the young it may have the recommenda tion of 'being a strange Chronicle of the Olden Time. E. E.

Chapter I

" Well, I have paid that visit to the Esk dales, Mr. Douglas," said Mrs. Douglas in a tone of triumphant sourness. " You don't say so, my dear ! I hope you left my card ?" "Not I, Mr. Douglas. How could I? They let me in, which was too unkind. I saw the whole family, father and mother, brother and sisters — the future bride and bridegroom. Such a tribe ! and servants without end. How I detest walking up that great flight of steps at Eskdale Castle, with that regiment of foot- VOL. I. B men drawn up on each side of it ; one looking more impertinent than the other !" "There must be a frightful accumulation of impertinence before you reach the landing place, my dear ; for it is a long staircase." " Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Douglas," said his wife, sharply. " I shan't go again in a hurry. That whole house is hateful to me : Lady Eskdale with her dawdling, languid manner, and her large shawl, and conceited cap ; and that Lord Beaufort, with his black eyebrows and shining teeth.

Lady Eskdale looked as old as the hills, with all that lace hanging about her face. She has grown ex cessively old, Mr. Douglas. I never saw anybody so altered." " Did you think so, Anne ? I thought her looking very handsome yesterday, when I met her in her pony carriage." " Ah ! that pony carriage ; that is so like her nonsense. Pony carriages are the fashion, and she has taken to drive. I should THE SEMI- ATTACHED COUPLE. 3 not be the least surprised any day to hear that she had broken her neck. Why cannot she go out in her britzka, and be driven by her coachman ? and as for looking handsome, it is not very likely that she should at her age. Lady Eskdale is as old as I am, Mr. Doug las." "You don't say so," was again on the point of escaping Mr. Douglas's lips, and after a pause he bethought himself of the lovers as a safer topic than Lady Eskdale's beauty ; he had tried that too often in his life.

" Did you see Helen, my dear ?" " Oh ! to be sure. She was sent for. ' Dear Love,' as Lady Eskdale drawled out, ' she is so happy ; and you must see Teviot, he is such a darling ; if he were my own son, I could not love him more.' So in they came, the dear love and the darling. You know how I hate those London sort of men, with their mustachios and chains and offensive waistcoats, and Lord Teviot is one B of the worst specimens I ever saw of the kind—" "And Helen?" again said Mr. Douglas. " Oh, Helen !" said Mrs. Douglas, and then paused. She was in imminent peril of being forced to praise, but escaped with great adroitness. ' Well, if Helen were not one of that family, I should not dislike her. She is civil enough, and promised to show the girls her trousseau ; but she is altered too. I think her looking dreadfully old, Mr. Douglas."

" Old at eighteen, Anne ! what wrinkled wretches we, must be! Has Helen grown gray ?" " No ; but you know what I mean : she looks so set-up, so fashioned. In short, it does not signify, but she is altered." Mr. Douglas had his suspicions that Helen must have been looking beautiful, since even his wife could not detect, or at least specify, the faults that were to be found in her appear ance. He had seldom seen her so much at fault for a criticism. Mrs. Douglas had never had the slightest pretensions to good looks ; in fact, though it is wrong to say anything so ill-natured, she was excessively plain, always had been so, and had a soreness on the subject of beauty, that looked perhaps as like envy as any other quality. As she had no hope of raising herself to the rank of a beauty, her only chance was bringing others down to her own level.

"How old she is looking"!" — "How she is altered !" were the expressions that invariably concluded Mrs. Douglas's comments on her acquaint ances ; and the prolonged absence of a friend was almost a pleasure to her, as it gave her the opportunity of saying after a first meeting, " How changed Mrs. So-and-so is ! I should hardly have known her ; but then, to be sure, I have not seen her for a year — or two years," &c. People may go on talking for ever of the jealousies of pretty women ; but for real genu ine, hard-working envy, there is nothing like an ugly woman with a taste for admiration. Her mortified vanity curdles into malevolence ; and she calumniates where she cannot rival. Mrs. Douglas had been an heiress, which perhaps accounted for Mr. Douglas having married her ; but though no one could suppose that he married for love, he had been to her what is called a good husband.

He let her have a reasonable share of her own way, and spend a reasonable portion of her own money ; he abstained from all vivid admiration of beauty within her hearing; he had a great reliance on her judgment, and a high opinion of her talents ; and though he was too good hearted to hear without pain her sarcasms on almost all her acquaintance, he seldom irri tated her by contradiction, but kept his own opinion with a quiet regret that his wife was so hard to please. The Eskdales and Douglases had been near neighbours for many years, and had always been on sociable and sometimes intimate terms. Mrs. Douglas could almost have become attached to her neighbour, had it not been for the prolonged youthfulness of Lady Esk dale's appearance, and the uninterrupted and increasing prosperity of her family.

The pro vocation grew too great for endurance. The ladies had become mothers at the same time, and the comparison of their babies, monthly nurses, and embroidered caps, had been the commencement of their intimacy ; then came the engagement of nursery governesses, and discussions on the comparative merits of Swiss bonnes, highly accomplished French gover nesses, poor clergyman's daughters, or respect able young, ignorant women. Then the respective right shoulders of Sophia Beau fort and Sarah Douglas took a fit of growing, without due regard to the stationary dispositions of the left. There are two years in every woman's life in which the undue size of her right shoulder is the bane of her own life, and of everybody about her. Mrs. Douglas called constantly at Eskdale Castle to satisfy herself that Sophia was growing absolutely deformed ; and Lady Eskdale owned she should fret dreadfully about her poor darling if she did not think Mrs. Douglas so much more to be pitied on her dear Sarah's account.

The girls grew up perfectly straight, of course. This period of reclining boards and dumb bells was the most flourishing age of the Eskdale and Douglas friendship. After that it gradually declined. There was a slight revival when the two ladies entered into a confederacy against an exorbitant drawing master ; but he was shortly reduced to terms ; and when he had consented to walk fifteen miles, and give a lesson of two hours for fifteen shillings, instead of a guinea, all farther com munity of interests on the subject of accom plishments ceased. The Eskdales soon after received an accession of fortune, and passed a great part of each year in another county, and also in London. The Ladies Beaufort grew up, came out, were admired, and became what Mrs. Douglas called " disgustingly fine." The Douglas family remained in the country, mixed more with their second grade of neighbours, in default of their great friends; and the Misses Douglas were, Lady Esk dale said, " the dearest, most amiable girls in the world ;" she only wished they " dressed better, and that Lord Eskdale did not think them vulgar ; but unfortunately their voices annoyed him, so that she could not ask them to dinner so often as she should like for dear Mrs. Douglas's sake," Still a certain degree of intercourse was kept up.

An occasional letter passed, and at last a dreadful blow fell on the unsuspecting Mrs. Douglas — an announcement from Lady Eskdale of the marriage of her eldest daughter. It began in the terms usually employed on such occasions, — " I cannot bear that my dear Mrs. Douglas should hear from any one but myself, that my darling Sophia's fate is decided; and that in giving my precious child to Sir William Waldegrave, I feel no doubts," &c, &c. The remainder is easily imagined : high principles, good looks, long attachment — six weeks — worldly pros perity, mother's fears, these were the catch words of the sentences. Mrs. Douglas wrote her congratulations, and kept her astonishment and comments for home consumption. Twelve months passed, and another letter arrived, but Mrs. Douglas was prepared for the worst this time, at least, she said she was; and that it would not surprise her at all if Amelia were going to be married.

Again, Lady Eskdale could not bear that Mrs. Douglas should hear from anybody but herself, that dearest Amelia was to marry Mr. Trevor ; another delightful young man with still higher principles, more good looks, a still longer attachment — two months, at least — and the mother's fears, and the trousseau, and all the rest of it, followed in due order. The letter wound up with a gay assertion that little Eskdale Waldegrave was such a splendid child, that she forgave him for making her a grandmother at eight and-thirty. Mrs. Douglas read the communication in a tone expressive of extreme ill usage. Neither from herself nor from any one else could Lady Eskdale hear that either of the Misses Douglas were about to be married. They had not even a disappointment to boast of, not a report about them to contradict, and Mrs. Douglas's chance of being a grandmother at all seemed hardly worth having.

She began to rail against early marriages — hoped Mr. Trevor would help Amelia to play with her doll, and guessed that Sir William Wal degrave had repented long ago that he had not taken time to find out Sophia's temper before he married her. There was only Helen left — Helen, so beautiful, so gentle, so light-hearted — the pride of her parents, the petted friend of her sisters, the idol of her brother, and loving as warmly as she was beloved. Yes, I knew Helen from her childhood, and had thought that such a gentle, gay creature could never be touched by the cares and griefs that fall on the common herd. " It was very much to the credit of my benevolence, though not of my judgment," as Sneer says. Why was she to escape ? I do not wish to be cynical ; but if a stone is thrown into our garden, is it not sure to knock off the head of our most valuable tulip ?

If a cup of coffee is to be spilled, does it not make a point of falling on our richest brocade gown ? If we do lose our reticule, does not the misfortune occur on the only day on which we had left our purse in it ? All these are well-known facts, and, by parity of reason, was it to be expected that any one so formed as Helen was to enjoy as well as to impart happiness, should escape the trials that ought to have fallen on the peevish and the disappointed — on me, for instance, or such as me ? Helen came out the year after her sister Amelia's marriage. " Lady Eskdale is so lucky — in fact, so clever — in marrying off her daughters, that it would not the least sur prise me if she actually caught Lord Teviot for Lady Helen," was the spiteful prophecy of many who were trembling at the idea of its fulfilment.

Their hopes and their fears were both confirmed. Lord Teviot, the great parti of the year, with five country houses — being four more than he could live in ; with 120,000?. a year— being 30,000/. less than he could spend ; with diamonds that had been collected by the ten last generations of Teviots, and a yacht that had been built by himself, with the rank of a marquess, and the good looks of the poorest of younger brothers ■what could he want but a wife? Many people (himself among the rest) thought he was better without one ; but he changed his mind the first time he saw Helen, and then it signified little whether other people changed theirs. He danced with her, evening after evening. He gave balls at Teviot House, breakfasts at Rose Bank, white-bait dinners on board the Sylph, and finally, paid a morning visit at Lord Eskdale's at an unprece dentedly early hour.

Mrs. Fitzroy Jones, who lived next door, and passed her life in an active supervision of all Esklale proceedings, declared that his cabriolet waited two hours in the square, so she was sure he had pro posed. Lady Bruce Gordon, who lived at the corner, asserted that she saw Lady Helen go out in the open carriage with her mother later in the afternoon, and that she looked as if she had cried her eyes quite out of her head (this was figurative) ; so she had no doubt that Lord Teviot had jilted her. But Mr. Elliot was looked upon as the highest authority, as he happened to be passing Lord Eskdale's door at half-past seven, and saw Lord Teviot go in, though he had ascertained that there was no other company expected. What did that mean ? The next day the marriage was declared. For the three following weeks Lord Eskdale's porter had a hard place of it.

He said him self that it required two pair of hands to take in the notes and letters of congratulation, to say nothing of the interesting-looking parcels, wrapped in silver paper, that were sent by attached friends, and the boxes and baskets which arrived from distinguished milliners and jewellers. At the end of the fourth week, Mrs. Fitz roy Jones and all the little Joneses, Lady B. Gordon and all the little Gordons, Mrs. Elliot and all the little Elliots, were drawn up at their respective windows, watching the packing of the huge waggons which were stationed at the Eskdale door, and reason ing themselves into a painful conviction of the melancholy fact that they were to be defrauded of a view of the wedding. Perhaps not, though. It may take place to-morrow. But, No ! The next day brought the tra velling carriages to the door.

Mrs. Jones saw the family depart, then " turned with sickening soul within her gate," and said, " I must say I think it very ill-natured not to have the wedding in town." Mrs. Douglas thought so too — or rather she thought it very ill natured to have the wedding in her neighbourhood, not only forcing on her the sight of so much prosperity, but, by an unfortunate train of events, actually obliging her to form part of the show. Eliza Douglas was asked to be one of Lady Helen's bridesmaids. THE SEMI- ATTACHED COUPLE.

Chapter II

However, we have not come to the wedding-day yet. There was the usual difficulty about settlements which attends all marriages, whether there be any property to settle or not, and the delay gave the neighbourhood the full enjoyment of watching the Teviots in the interesting character of lovers, and nothing excites so much curiosity, or affords such a fine mark for criticism, as the conduct of any two individuals who are placed in that critical position. Mrs. Douglas, as we know, had given herself the advantage of a regular morn ing visit and a formal introduction to Lord Teviot, thereby acquiring a lawful right to vol. i. c make all her remarks by authority ; and this visit was followed by an invitation from the Eskdales to dinner — the invitation including the two Misses Douglas as well as their father and mother.

So the Douglases took very high ground on the great Teviot question. The other neighbours had various degrees of good fortune. Mrs. Thompson, the curate's wife, had a very fair share of luck, considering, as she said, that she was sure to be looking the other way when anything worth seeing was going on. But she had just called in at the South Lodge with a tract, when she saw several ladies and gentlemen riding up the avenue, and she understood the happy pair were of the party ; so that though she could not distinguish who was who, yet she had a right to say she had seen "the marquess." She really thought those large parties must prevent young people from making acquaint ance : they ought to be left more to them selves. Mrs. Birkett, the apothecary's wife, had had greater good fortune : she had crossed in her walk an open part of the pleasure ground, and she had seen Lady Helen sketch ing, and a tall, dark-looking young gentleman standing by her.

"A most noble-looking young man is the marquess — he reminds me of what Mr. Birkett's cousin Sir Simon was when he was young. I own I was a little surprised — I won't say shocked — to see his lordship and her ladyship without a chape rone ; but in high life I fancy there is a great deal more ease than we should think right. But I can't say I approve of young engaged people being left so much to them selves. However, I am glad I have seen them ; and I was much nearer to them than Mrs. Thompson was." However fortunate these two ladies had been, Sunday was the day that was looked to for the general gratification of public curio sity, and the church had not been so well attended for months as it was on that parc ticular day. It was obvious to the whole neighbourhood that the Eskdales wished to avoid observation by coming early to church, for they arrived before the end of the first lesson — a most unusual degree of punctuality; but this sign of timidity did not prevent the whole congregation from fixing their eyes intently on the tall young man who followed Lord Eskdale into church, and who took a seat opposite to Lady Helen in the pew.

Never was the congregation so alert in standing up at the proper opportunities. Old Mr. Marlow, a martyr to rheumatic gout, and Mrs. Greenland, who had, for two years, made her stiff knee an excuse for sitting down during the whole of the service, were both on their legs before the psalm was given out. The clerk, who had a passion for his own singing, saw his advantages, and gave out five verses of a hymn, with repetition of the two last lines of each verse. Seven verses and a half! but nobody thought it a note too long. Moreover, Lady Helen dropped her prayer-book, and the tall young man picked it up for her. Such an incident ! Mrs. Thompson, as usual, missed it, because she was unluckily tying her little girl's bonnet strings. There was a rush into the church yard the moment the sermon was over, to which nobody had attended, except those who were watching for " Lastly."

And when Lady Helen came out, leaning on her father's arm, and Lady Eskdale followed, attended by the tall young man, and when they all bowed and curtsied, and got into the open carriage, the father and mother sitting forwards and the young people opposite to them, and when Lord Eskdale took off his black hat and bowed on one side, and the young man took off his gray hat and bowed on the other, nothing could exceed the gratification of the assembly. Lord Teviot was exactly what they expected, so very distinguished and so good-looking. Some thought him too attentive to his prayers for a man in love, and some thought him too attentive to Lady Helen for a man in church ; but eventually the two factions joined, and thought him simply very attentive. They all saw that Lady Helen was very fond of him, and nobody could be surprised at that.

It was a most satisfactory Sunday ; and as most of them were addicted to the immoral practice of Sunday letter-writing, the observations of the morning were reduced to writing in the evening, and sent off to various parts of England on Monday morning. But hardly had the post gone out, when an alarming report arose that the real, genuine Lord Teviot had gone up to town on Satur day, and that the " observed of all observers " was an architect come down to complete the statue gallery. It was too true : the reaction was frightful, and, as usual in all cases of reaction, the odium fell on the wrong man. The architect, who was in fact an awkward, ungainly concern, remained in possession of distinguished looks, and with the glory of being very attentive to Lady Helen ; and it was generally asserted that Lord Teviot kept out of the way — as he was quite aware of being ill-looking ; that he was not attached in the smallest degree to Lady Helen, or he would not have gone to London ; and that he was very unprincipled, not to say an atheist, or he would have gone to church.

Chapter III

The day of the wedding drew near. The whole Eskdale family, with the exception of the Waldegraves, were assembled for the ceremony. Lady Amelia Trevor and Helen had always been friends as well as sisters. There was a difference of little more than a year in their ages, and on every point of amusement or interest — in their childish griefs, or their youthful pleasures — their trust and confidence in each other had been un bounded. Amelia's marriage had made no difference in their relations to each other, for Helen liked Mr. Trevor, and he admired her with all Amelia's enthusiasm, and loved her with all Amelia's fondness. THE SEMI- ATTACHED COUPLE. Amelia was in ecstasies on her arrival at Eskdale. She thought Lord Teviot charming. Helen had never looked so beautiful. Everybody ought to marry — a married life was so happy ; and then it was so lucky that she and Mr. Trevor had brought a set of emeralds for Helen, for the Waldegraves had sent a set of pearls, and she had once thought of pearls herself.

Lord Teviot was quite as desperately in love as she had ex pected — just what he ought to be ; in short, she worked herself up into such a state of prosperous cheerfulness, that when she went into Helen's room, three days before the ap pointed wedding, she was as childishly gay as when she had run into it five years before, with tidings of a whole holiday, or a child's ball, and now, to her utter discomfiture, she found Helen in tears. " Helen, my darling, what is the matter ? what is it, love ? Are you tired with your long ride ? I said you would be." i " No, Amy, I am not tired ; we did not ride far," said Helen, trying to stifle her tears. " Have you and Alfred been out ?" " Yes — no. Oh ! I do not know ; never mind where we went, but tell me what is the matter. Do, dear Nell. Don't you remem ber how in former days I always used to tease you out of all your secrets? and you must not cry without telling me why."

" I do not know that I can tell you, dear ; perhaps I do not know myself. I dare say I am tired, I often feel so now ; and then I have so much to think of;" and she leant her head on her hand with a look of painful weariness. "Yes, so you have, but they are happy thoughts too, Helen, in most respects. Oh, dear me ! how well I remember the week be fore my marriage, going to my own room and sitting down comfortably in my arm-chair, just as you are now, and thinking I would be thoroughly unhappy about leaving dear papa and mamma,and you and Beaufort, and I meant to cry about it, and to make a complete victim of myself. And at the end of half an hour I found I had been thinking of nothing but dear Alfred, and wondering whether there ever had been in the world any creature so happy as I was " " And yet you were leaving home !"

" Yes, but not for ever," said Amelia, laughing ; " only for three weeks. I knew I should come back, and bring dear Alfred with me ; and so will you, and bring dear Teviot. Now, Helen, do not look so deplorable ; nobody can possibly pity you, I assure you." " No, I suppose not," said Helen, in a low tone. " Alfred and I have settled to remain here till you come back from your great castle in the north," said Amelia, determined to talk away Helen's low spirits. " So you need not fret about mamma's loneliness ; and besides, I never saw her so pleased with anything as she is with your marriage. I had a horrible fit of jealousy yesterday, thinking poor Alfred was neglected — I may say, quite cut out ; but mamma has taken a little more notice of him to-day. Oh, dear ! what fun it will be when we visit you in your own house !

I hear it is an actual palace. Alfred went there once for some shooting when he was a boy ; and then I have never told you that I like Lord Teviot so much." Helen raised her head, but her lips qui vered, and she leaned back again without speaking. " I was so very anxious to see him, and to make acquaintance with him ; because, you know, if I had not liked him, life would not have been worth having. You would have found it out, and would have thrown me off at once as your friend." "Never, never!" said Helen; "I am sure I never should." " Oh yes you would, dear ; and you ought. You will soon see how naturally one acquires a distaste for any ill-judging individual who presumes not to like one's husband. You would give us all up in a moment for Lord Teviot's sake, if we " " Oh, no, no !" exclaimed Helen, clasping her hands ; "I shall cling to you all more than ever, and none of you must give me up.

Amelia, promise to be kind to me, to love me more than ever when I am married ; indeed, indeed, I shall want your love ;" and she threw her arms round Amelia's neck, and sobbed violently. " Why now, darling, how silly this is ! how can I love you more than I do ? You are nervous and tired, and just see what a state you have put us into : only look at me, with my eyes as red as ferrets, and you know how I hate to cry. Now we must not have any more of this nonsense. There, you lie down on this sofa, and I will sit at this window, and pretend to read, while I cool my eyes. I won't speak another word ; and if you fall asleep, so much the better, you will wake up quite in spirits again." Helen threw her handkerchief over her eyes, and leaning back on the sofa, seemed inclined to follow her sister's advice.

Her sobs ceased ; and Amelia sat quietly at the window, in the fond hope that her direc tions were all obeyed, and that Helen was asleep. In half an hour she saw Lord Teviot walking on the terrace below ; he stopped under the window, and looked up at her. " Is Helen there ?" he said. Amelia leaned forward, and putting her finger to her lips, made signs to him to be silent. " What is the matter ? Is Helen not well, Lady Amelia ?" he said, in a tone of vexa tion. " Oh ! bless the man," murmured Amelia, "why can't he hold his tongue ? he will wake her. She's asleep — asleep, I tell you," putting her head quite out of the window, and speaking in a loud whisper. " Who is it that you are talking to ?" said Helen. " There now, Lord Teviot, you have woke her. I told you how it would be, only nobody ever can be quiet.