第72章 MOLLY GIBSON'S NEW FRIENDS (4)

He taught young ladies to play billiards on a wet day, or went in for the game in serious earnest when required, He knew half the private theatrical plays off by heart, and was invaluable in arranging impromptu charades and tableaux.He had his own private reasons for wishing to get up a flirtation with Molly just at this time; he had amused himself so much with the widow when she first came to Ashcombe, that he fancied that the sight of him, standing by her less polished, less handsome, middle-aged husband, might be too much of a contrast to be agreeable.Besides, he had really a strong passion for some one else; some one who would be absent; and that passion it was necessary for him to conceal.So that, altogether, he had resolved, even had 'the little Gibson-girl' (as he called her) been less attractive than she was, to devote himself to her for the next sixteen hours.They were taken by their host into a wainscoted parlour, where a wood fire crackled and burnt, and the crimson curtains shut out the waning day and the outer chill.Here the table was laid for dinner; snowy table-linen, bright silver, clear sparkling glass, wine and an autumnal dessert on the sideboard.Yet Mr Preston kept apologizing to Molly for the rudeness of his bachelor home, for the smallness of the room, the great dining-room being already appropriated by his housekeeper, in preparation for the morrow's breakfast.And then he rang for a servant to show Molly to her room.She was taken into a most comfortable chamber.a wood fire on the hearth, candles lighted on the toilette -table, dark woollen curtains surrounding a snow-white bed, great vases of china standing here and there.'This is my Lady Harriet's room when her ladyship comes to the Manor-house with my lord the earl,' said the housemaid, striking out thousands of brilliant sparks by a well-directed blow at a smouldering log.'Shall I help you to dress, miss? I always helps her ladyship.' Molly, quite aware of the fact that she had but her white muslin gown for the wedding besides that she had on, dismissed the good woman, and was thankful to be left to herself.'Dinner' was it called? Why it was nearly eight o'clock; and preparations for bed seemed a more natural employment than dressing at this hour of night.All the dressing she could manage was the placing of a red damask rose or two in the band of her grey stuff gown, there being a great nosegay of choice autumnal flowers on the toilette -table.She did try the effect of another crimson rose in her black hair, just above her ear; it was very pretty, but too coquettish, and so she put it back again.The dark-oak panels and wainscoting of the whole house seemed to glow in warm light; there were so many fires in different rooms, in the hall, and even one on the landing of the staircase.Mr Preston must have heard her step, for he met her in the hall, and led her into a small drawing-room, with closed folding-doors on one side, opening into the larger drawing-room, as he told her.This room into which she entered reminded her a little of Hamley - yellow-satin upholstery of seventy or a hundred years ago, all delicately kept and scrupulously clean; great Indian cabinets, and china jars, emitting spicy odours; a large blazing fire, before which her father stood in his morning dress, grave and thoughtful, as he had been all day.'This room is that which Lady Harriet uses when she comes here with her father for a day or two,' said Mr Preston.And Molly tried to save her father by being ready to talk herself.'Does she often come here?' 'Not often.But I fancy she likes being here when she does.Perhaps she finds it an agreeable change after the more formal life she leads at the Towers.' 'I should think it was a very pleasant house to stay at,' said Molly, remembering the look of warm comfort that pervaded it.But a little to her dismay Mr Preston seemed to take it as a compliment to himself.'I was afraid a young lady like you might perceive all the incongruities of a bachelor's home.I am very much obliged to you, Miss Gibson.In general I live pretty much in the room in which we shall dine; and I have a sort of agent's office in which I keep books and papers, and receive callers on business.' Then they went in to dinner.Molly thought everything that was served was delicious, and cooked to the point of perfection; but they did not seem to satisfy Mr Preston, who apologized to his guests several times for the bad cooking of this dish, or the omission of a particular sauce to that;always referring to bachelor's housekeeping, bachelor's this and bachelor's that, till Molly grew quite impatient at the word.Her father's depression, which was still continuing and rendering him very silent, made her uneasy;yet she wished to conceal it from Mr Preston; and so she talked away, trying to obviate the sort of personal bearing which their host would give to everything.She did not know when to leave the gentlemen, but her father made a sign to her; and she was conducted back to the yellow drawing-room by Mr Preston, who made many apologies for leaving her there alone.She enjoyed herself extremely, however, feeling at liberty to prowl about, and examine all the curiosities the room contained.Among other things was a Louis Quinze cabinet with lovely miniatures in enamel let into the fine woodwork.She carried a candle to it, and was looking intently at these faces when her father and Mr Preston came in.Her father looked still careworn and anxious; he came up and patted her on the back, looked at what she was looking at, and then went off to silence and the fire.Mr Preston took the candle out of her hand, and threw himself into her interests with an air of ready gallantry.'That is said to be Mademoiselle de St Quentin, a great beauty at the French Court.This is Madame du Barri.Do you see any likeness in Mademoiselle de St Quentin to any one you know?' He had lowered his voice a little as he asked this question.'No!' said Molly, looking at it again.'I never saw any one half so beautiful.' 'But don't you see a likeness - in the eyes particularly?' he asked again, with some impatience.Molly tried hard to find out a resemblance, and was again unsuccessful.'It constantly reminds me of - of Miss Kirkpatrick.' 'Does it?' said Molly, eagerly.'Oh! I am so glad - I've never seen her, so of course I couldn't find out the likeness.You know her, then, do you?