Read A Bride from the Bush Online
Authors: E. W. Hornung
Granville leant back in his chair and laughed pleasantly.
âHow seriously you take one this morning! But it is small wonder that you should, for the occasion is a sufficiently serious one, in all conscience; and indeed, dear mother, I am as much put out as you are. Nay,' Granville added, smiling blandly, âdon't say that you're not put out, for I can see that you are. And we have reason to be put out'âhe became righteously indignantââall of us. I wouldn't have thought it of Alfred, I wouldn't indeed! No matter whom he wanted to marry, he ought at least to have written first, instead of being in such a violent hurry to bring her over. It is treating you, dear mother, to say the best of it, badly; and as for the Judge, it is plain that he is quite upset by the unfortunate affair.'
âWe have no right to assume that it is unfortunate, Gran.'
âWell, I hope it is not, that's all,' said Gran, with great emphasis. âI hope it is not, for poor Alfred's sake. Yet, as you know, mother, he's the very kind of old chap to get taken in and imposed upon; andâI tell you franklyâI tremble for him. If he is the victim of a designing woman, I am sorry for him, from my soul I am! If he has married in hasteâand he hasâto repent at leisureâas he mayâthough this is trite and detestable language, I pity him, from my soul I do! You have already rebuked meâI don't say unjustlyâfor making what, I admit, had the appearance of an odious and egotistical comparison; I will guard against conveying a second impression of that kind; yet I think I may safely say, without bragging, that I know the world rather better than old Alfred does. Well, I have, I will not say my fears, but my dreads; and I cannot help having them. If they are realised, no one will sympathise with poor dear Alfred more deeply than I shall.'
Lady Bligh looked keenly at her eloquent son; a half-smile played about her lips: she understood him, to some extent.
âBut what if your fears are not realised?' she said, quietly.
âWhy, then,' said Gran, less fluently, âthen Iâoh, of course, I shall be delighted beyond words; no one will be more delighted than I.'
âThen you shall see,' said Lady Bligh, rising, with a sweet and hopeful smile, âthat is how it is going to turn out; I have a presentiment that it will all turn out for the best. So there is only one thing to be doneâwe must prepare to welcome her to our hearts!'
Granville shrugged his shoulders, but his mother did not see him; she had gone quietly from the room and was already climbing (slowly, for she was stout) the stairs that led up to her own snuggery on the first floor. This little room was less of a boudoir than a study, and more like an office than either, for it was really a rather bare little room. Its most substantial piece of furniture was a large unlovely office-table, and its one picture was framed in the window-sashesâa changeful picture of sky and trees, and lawn and river, painted this morning in the most radiant tints of early summer. At the office-table, which was littered with letters and pamphlets, Lady Bligh spent diligent hours every day. She was a person of both mental and manual activity, with public sympathies and interests that entailed an immense correspondence. She was, indeed, one of the most charitable and benevolent of women, and was to some extent a public woman. But we have nothing to do with her public life, and, on this Sunday morning, no more had she.
There were no pictures on the walls, but there were photographs upon the chimney-piece. Lady Bligh stood looking at them for an unusually long timeâin fact, until the sound of the old church bells, coming in through the open window, called her away.
One of the photographs was of the Judgeâan excellent one, in which the dear old gentleman looked his very best, dignified but kindly. Another was a far too flattering portrait of Granville. A third portrait was that of an honest, well-meaning, and rather handsome face, with calm dark eyes, exactly like Lady Bligh's; and this was the erratic Alfred. But the photograph that Lady Bligh looked at longest, and most fondly, was a faded one of Alfred and Granville as mere schoolboys. She loved her two sons so dearly! One of them was much changed, and becoming somewhat spoilt, to phrase it mildly; yet that son was rather clever, and his mother saw his talents through a strong binocular, and his faults with her eyes at the wrong end of it; and she loved him in spite of the change in him, and listenedâat least with toleranceâto the airings of a wit that was always less good natured, and generally less keen, than she
imagined it. But the other son had never changed at all; even his present fatal letter showed that. He was still a boy at heartâa wild, stupid, affectionate schoolboy. There was no denying it: in his mother's heart the elder son was the best beloved of the two.
And it was this one who had married with so much haste and mysteryâthe favourite son, the son with money, the son who might have married any one he pleased. It was hard to choke down prejudice when this son was bringing home a wife from the Bush, of all places!
What would she be like? What could she be like?
âHe must be mad!' said Granville, flourishing a telegram in his hand.
âHe must be very fond of her,' Lady Bligh replied, simply.
Granville held the telegram at arm's length, and slowly focussed it with his eyeglass. He had already declaimed it twice, once with horror in his voice, once with a running accompaniment of agreeable raillery. His third reading was purely compassionate, in accordance with his latest theory regarding the mental condition of the sender.
“âArrived both well. Chartered launch take us Gravesend Twickenham; show her river. Join us if possible Westminster Bridge 3 o'clock.âAlfred.'”
Granville sighed.
âDo you comprehend it, dear mother? I think I do, at last, though the prepositions are left to the imagination. He has saved at least twopence over those prepositionsâwhich, of course, is an item, even in a ten-pound job.'
âYou don't mean to say it will cost him ten pounds?'
âEvery penny of it: it would cost you or me, or any ordinary person, at least a fiver. I am allowing for Alfred's being let in rather further than any one else would be.'
âAt all events,' said Lady Bligh, âyou will do what he asks you; you will be at Westminster at the time he mentions?'
Granville shrugged his shoulders. âCertainly, if you wish it.'
âI think it would be kind.'
âThen I will go, by all means.'
âThank youâand Granville! I do wish you would give up sneering at your brother's peculiarities. He does do odd and impulsive things, we know; and there is no denying the extravagance of steaming up the river all the way from Gravesend. But, after all, he has money, and no doubt he wants to show his wife the Thames, and to bring her home in a pleasant fashion, full of pleasant impressions; and upon my word,' said Lady Bligh, âI never heard of a prettier plan in my life! So go, my dear boy, and meet them, and make them happier still. If that is possible, no one could do it more gracefully than you, Gran!'
Granville acknowledged the compliment, and promised; and punctually at three he was at Westminster Bridge, watching with considerable interest the rapid approach of a large launchâa ridiculously large one for the small number of people on board. She had, in fact, only two passengers, though there was room for fifty. One of the two was Alfred, whose lanky figure was unmistakable at any distance; and the dark, straight, strapping young woman at his side was, of course, Alfred's wife.
The meeting between the brothers was hearty enough, but it might have been more entirely cordial had there been a little less effusiveness on one sideânot Granville's. But Alfredâwho was dressed in rough tweed clothes of indeterminate cut, and had disfigured himself with a beardâwas so demonstrative in his greeting that the younger brother could not help glancing anxiously round to
assure himself that there was no one about who knew him. It was a relief to him to be released and introduced to the Bride.
âGladys, this is Gran come to meet usâas I knew he wouldâlike the brick he is, and always was!'
Gran was conscious of being scrutinised keenly by the finest dark eyes he had ever encountered in his life; but the next moment he was shaking his sister-in-law's hand, and felt that it was a large handâa trifling discovery that filled Granville with a subtile sense of satisfaction. But the Bride was yet to open her lips.
âHow do you do?' she said, the olive tint of her cheek deepening slightly. âIt was awfully nice of you to come; I am glad to see youâI have heard such lots about you, you know!'
It was said so glibly that the little speech was not, perhaps, exactly extempore: and it was spokenâevery word of itâwith a twang that, to sensitive ears like Granville's, was simply lacerating. Granville winced, and involuntarily dropped his eyeglass; but otherwise he kept a courteous countenance, and made a sufficiently civil reply.
As for Alfred, he, of course, noticed nothing unusual in his wife's accents; he was used to them; and, indeed, it seemed to Granville that Alfred spoke with a regrettable drawl himself.
âYou've got to play showman, Gran,' said he, when some natural questions had been hurriedly put and tersely answered (by which time they were opposite Lambeth Palace). âI've been trying, but I'm a poor hand at it; indeed, I'm a poor Londoner, and always was: below Blackfriars I was quite at sea, and from here to Richmond I'm as ignorant as a brush.'
âNo; he's no good at all,' chimed in the Bride, pleasantly.
âWell, I'm not well up in it, either,' said Gran, warily.
This was untrue, however. Granville knew his Thames better than most menâit was one of the things he did know. But he had a scholar's reverence for classic ground; and in a young man who revered so very little, this was remarkable, if it was not affectation. Granville would have suffered tortures rather than gravely point out historic spots to a person whose ideas of history probably went no farther back than the old Colonial digging days; he would have poured sovereigns into the sea as readily as the coin of sacred associations into Gothic ears. At least, so he afterwards said, when defending his objection to interpreting the Thames for his sister-in-law's benefit.
âWhat nonsense!' cried Alfred, good-humouredly. âYou know all about itâat all events, you used to. Thereâwe've gone and let her miss Lambeth Palace! Look, dear, quick, while it's still in sightâthat's where the Archbishop of Canterbury hangs out.'
âOh,' said Gladys, âI've heard of him.'
âAnd isn't that Cheyne Walk, or some such place, that we're coming to on the right there?' said Alfred.
âYes,' said Granville, briefly; âthat's Cheyne Walk.'
Luckily the Bride asked no questionsâindeed, she was inclined to be silentâfor of all localities impossible to discuss with an uneducated person, Granville felt that Chelsea and Cheyne Walk were the most completely out of the question. And that the Bride was a sadly uneducated person was sufficiently clear, if only from her manner of speaking. Granville accepted the fact with creditable equanimityâhe had prophesied as muchâand sat down to smoke a cigarette and to diagnose, if he could, this new and wonderful dialect of his sister-in-law. It was neither Cockney nor Yankee, but a nasal blend of both: it was a lingo that declined to let the vowels run alone, but trotted them out in ill-matched couples, with discordant and awful consequences; in a word, it was Australasiatic of the worst description. Nor was the speech of Alfred free from the taintâAlfred, whose pronunciation at least had been correct before he went out; while the common colloquialisms of the pair made Granville shudder.
âIf I did not hope for such surprisingly good looks,' said he to himself, âyet even I was not prepared for quite so much vulgarity! Poor dear Alfred!'
And Granville sighed, complacently.
Yet, as she leant upon the rail in the summer sunlight, silent and pensive, there was certainly no suggestion of vulgarity in her attitude; it was rather one of unstudied grace and ease. Nor was there anything at all vulgar in the quiet travelling dress that fitted her tall
full form so closely and so well. Nor was her black hair cut down to within an inch of her eyebrowsâas, of course, it should have beenâor worn in a fringe at all. Nor was there anything the least objectionable in the poise of the small graceful head, or in the glance of the bold dark eyes, or in the set of the full, firm, crimson lips; and thus three more excellent openingsâfor the display of vulgarityâwere completely thrown away. In fact, if she had never spoken, Granville would have been at a loss to find a single fault in her. Alas! about her speech there could be no two opinionsâit bewrayed her.
Presently Alfred sat down beside his brother, and began to tell him everything, and did all the talking; while the Bride still stood watching the shifting panorama of the banks, and the golden sunlight upon the water, and the marvellous green of all green things. It was practically her first experience of this colour. And still she asked no questions, her interest being perhaps too intense; and so the showman-business was forgotten, to the great relief of Granville; and the time slipped quickly by. At lastâand quite suddenlyâthe Bride clapped her hands, and turned with sparkling eyes to her husband: they had entered that splendid reach below Richmond, and the bridges were in sight, with the hill beyond.
âI give this best!' she cried. âIt does knock spots out of the Yarra and the Murray after all!'
Alfred glanced uneasily at his brother, but found an impassive face.
âCome, old fellow,' said Alfred, âdo your duty; jump up and tell her about these places.'
So at last Granville made an effort to do so; he got up and went to the side of the Bride; and presently he was exercising a discreet if not a delicate vein of irony, that was peculiarly his own.
âThat was Kew we passed just nowâyou must see the gardens there,' he said; âand this is Richmond.'