of French with the wife of the Hon. Melville, a ringleted
English lady, or of Portuguese with the Countess; who likewise sipped
chocolate and fingered dry toast, and was mournfully melodious. The Hon.
Melville, as became a tall islander, carved beef, and ate of it, like a
ruler of men. Beautiful to see was the compassionate sympathy of the
Countess's face when Rose offered her plate for a portion of the
world-subjugating viand, as who should say: 'Sweet child! thou knowest
not yet of sorrows, thou canst ballast thy stomach with beef!' In any
other than an heiress, she would probably have thought: 'This is indeed a
disgusting little animal, and most unfeminine conduct!'
Rose, unconscious of praise or blame, rivalled her uncle in enjoyment of
the fare, and talked of her delight in seeing England again, and anything
that belonged to her native land. Mrs. Melville perceived that it pained
the refugee Countess, and gave her the glance intelligible; but the
Countess never missed glances, or failed to interpret them. She said:
'Let her. I love to hear the sweet child's prattle.'
'It was fortunate' (she addressed the diplomatist) 'that we touched at
Southampton and procured fresh provision!'
'Very lucky for US!' said he, glaring shrewdly between a mouthful.
The Count heard the word 'Southampton,' and wished to know how it was
comprised. A passage of Portuguese ensued, and then the Countess said:
'Silva, you know, desired to relinquish the vessel at Southampton. He
does not comprehend the word "expense," but' (she shook a dumb Alas!) 'I
must think of that for him now!'
'Oh! always avoid expense,' said the Hon. Melville, accustomed to be paid
for by his country.
'At what time shall we arrive, may I ask, do you think?' the Countess
gently inquired.
The watch of a man who had his eye on Time was pulled out, and she was
told it might be two hours before dark. Another reckoning, keenly
balanced, informed the company that the day's papers could be expected on
board somewhere about three o'clock in the afternoon.
'And then,' said the Hon. Melville, nodding general gratulation, 'we
shall know how the world wags.'
How it had been wagging the Countess's straining eyes under closed
eyelids were eloquent of.
'Too late, I fear me, to wait upon Lord Livelyston to-night?' she
suggested.
'To-night?' The Hon. Melville gazed blank astonishment at the notion.
'Oh! certainly, too late tonight. A-hum! I think, madam, you
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