his first topic in welcoming
Colonel Halkett and Cecilia to Steynham was the rottenness of navy
administration; for if Providence is to do anything for us it must have
a sea-worthy fleet for the operation. How loudly would his contemptuous
laughter have repudiated the charge that he trusted to supernatural
agency for assistance in case of need! But so it was: and he owned to
believing in English luck. Partly of course he meant that steady fire
of combat which his countrymen have got heated to of old till fortune
blessed them.
'Nevil is not here?' the colonel asked.
'No, I suspect he's gruelling and plastering a doctor of his
acquaintance,' Mr. Romfrey said, with his nasal laugh composed of scorn
and resignation.
'Yes, yes, I've heard,' said Colonel Halkett hastily.
He would have liked to be informed of Dr. Shrapnel's particular offence:
he mentioned the execrable letter.
Mr. Romfrey complacently interjected: 'Drug-vomit!' and after an
interval: 'Gallows!'
'That man has done Nevil Beauchamp a world of mischief, Romfrey.'
'We'll hope for a cure, colonel.'
'Did the man come across you?'
'He did.'
Mr. Romfrey was mute on the subject. Colonel Halkett abstained from
pushing his inquiries.
Cecilia could only tell her father when they were alone in the
drawing-room a few minutes before dinner that Mrs. Culling was entirely
ignorant of any cause to which Nevil's absence might be attributed.
'Mr. Romfrey had good cause,' the colonel said, emphatically.
He repeated it next day, without being a bit wiser of the cause.
Cecilia's happiness or hope was too sensitive to allow of a beloved
father's deceiving her in his opposition to it.
She saw clearly now that he had fastened on this miserable incident,
expecting an imbroglio that would divide Nevil and his uncle, and be
an excuse for dividing her and Nevil. O for the passionate will to make
head against what appeared as a fate in this matter! She had it not.
Mr. and Mrs. Wardour-Devereux, Sir John and Lady Baskelett, and the
Countess of Welshpool, another sister of Mr. Romfrey's, arrived at
Steynham for a day and a night. Lady Baskelett and Lady Welshpool
came to see their brother, not to countenance his household; and Mr.
Wardour-Devereux could not stay longer than a certain number of hours
under a roof where tobacco was in evil odour. From her friend Louise,
his wife, Cecilia learnt that Mr. Lydiard had been summoned to Dr.
Shrapnel's bedside, as
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