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I was beginning conic sections in the third half-year, and this subject I found was one that I could manage very well by thinking quietly over.
I could, in imagination, make my section of the cone and get my co-ordinates very easily without pencil or paper; and more than once I hit off laws that I imagined at first were real discoveries, but I soon found out other men had long since discovered them. This fact, however, showed me that I was on the right road, and that the training of my mind must be going on satisfactorily.
Of all the schemes that I had proposed to carry out during the half-year not one had led in the least to prepare me for an event which for a considerable time produced much effect upon me.
I was much given to long rambles in the forest, and would often take a seat in some retired glen and dream the idle hours away. As I was sitting thus one day I heard some voices near me--one that of a female.
I jumped up, surprised at so unusual a sound, for I was out of the regular beat of picnics, and then heard an altercation going on, evidently between a female and an unruly boy. Moving through the furze outside the glade I came suddenly on a young lady, who was trying to pull back a boy of about ten years old. The young lady was fair, and of middle height, and to me seemed quite lovely. She was dressed in a light summer dress, a straw hat, with a wreath of natural ivy round it, and a light-blue scarf. As I came near she said, "Walter, you stupid boy, I know it's a viper, and it will sting you to death!"
"You donkey!" replied the youth, as he struggled to get free, "it's only a common snake, and I want it to take to school next half."
These remarks fully explained to me the cause of the dispute between the youth and the lady; and as the question was one of importance I at once jumped forward, and there saw a full-grown vicious-looking viper on the ground close to the boy. In an instant I struck it with my stick, and broke its back, and said, "I tell you what, youngster, before you call people donkeys you ought to know something about what you are talking of. That thing is a viper, and if you had touched it you would have been poisoned by its bite, and probably would have died."
"Oh, but I thought it was only a snake!" said the youth, with that air of unmistakable self-satisfaction which at once indicates the unlicked cub.
"I told you it was a viper, Walter," said the young lady in a conciliatory tone.
"Oh, but you know nothing about it," replied the youth.
"The young lady knew better than you," I said, "and you ought to be much obliged to her for having probably saved your life, instead of being as cheeky as you are. If you were my young brother, I'd soon teach you manners!"
The boy looked at me with an air of surprise, but seemed indisposed to make any reply, whilst the young lady thanked me for having killed the viper.
"You don't remember me, Mr Shepard?" she then said; "I was quite a little girl when we last met, about five years ago, and I have only just returned from Brussels, where I was at school. I was staying with my uncle, General Holloway, near Ringwood, when you came over to fish."
I then remembered that, during a short visit to General Holloway's, there was a pretty little girl staying at the house, who used to play and sing very well. I was very bashful at the time, and for the first day or two did not get on with her; but after that we became great friends.
"Surely you are not Helen Stanley," I said, "who used to sing to me at General Holloway's?"
"Yes, I am," she replied, "but I have grown very much since then, and so have you. I've heard so much of you, and of your success at Woolwich.
What a splendid thing it must be to pa.s.s examinations, and to be a soldier too!"
"Rather hard work, though," I replied. "No one knows till they have tried it what there is to go through."
"Oh, but see how much it does for a young man! Why, see the young men about here how awkward they are, how clumsily they walk and stand; they are quite different from a soldier. I'm so glad to have met you; and it's lucky for Walter's sake I did so, or the viper would have stung him."
Helen Stanley was at this time about eighteen; but she was older in manner and style than she was in years. It is useless to attempt to describe to the reader a person who attracts us, or who wields an influence over us--the mere detail description of complexion, colour of hair, and of eyes, shape of mouth and nose, giving to a third person no more idea of the individual than if we said nothing. I can only speak, then, of Miss Stanley as a young lady who to me seemed very pretty-- whose hand it was a pleasure to touch on meeting--whose society was a pleasure, and who seemed to call up in me all the better parts of my nature. I had not been five minutes talking to her before I knew that she was one who would produce an influence on me in the future.
"How does it happen that you are here?" I inquired.
"Our carriage is in the road beyond, and aunt is there. I got out to walk with Walter, and to try and get some fern-roots. Come and see aunt; she wants to see you, and you have never come over to call."
I strolled on with Miss Stanley and her young brother, whom I now saw looking at me with staring eyes and evident admiration. A gentleman cadet was in his eyes "somebody," and he already seemed to regret his rudeness at our first meeting. A forest path led us out into the road, and we soon reached the carriage in which Mrs Holloway, or, as the country people styled her, "Mrs General Holloway," was reclining, enjoying the view before her.
"Aunt," said Miss Stanley, "whom do you think I've found in the forest?"
Mrs Holloway looked with an air of surprise, and I fancied of displeasure, at seeing me walking with her niece.
"I cannot imagine," she replied. "Perhaps you had better introduce this gentleman to me."
"Oh! aunt, can't you guess? I thought you would know him at once! I did."
Mrs Holloway looked at me for a few seconds, and shook her head, indicating her want of recognition.
"Why, don't you remember Mr Shepard?" said Miss Stanley.
Mrs Holloway looked at me with a surprised air, then, holding out her hand, said, "What! is it possible that little Bob Shepard has in two years grown up to be you? What a splendid thing drill and going out in the world is for a boy! I should not have known you, Bob, or Mr Shepard--I ought to say Gentleman Cadet Shepard, perhaps. I've heard all about you, though--how you pa.s.sed examinations that every one said you couldn't pa.s.s, and how you have just succeeded at your last examination. Your friends must be very proud of you. But why have you not been over to see us?"
"I have only been home a few days," I replied, "and have not been anywhere yet."
"You must come over and stay with us a few days," said Mrs Holloway.
"Helen has no one to accompany her in her rides besides the groom, and she will be glad, I know, of your society; so we will let you know when to come. Can we drive you anywhere?"
"No, thank you," I replied. "I am going home through the forest."
"Good-bye, then, and don't forget we shall expect you soon."
"Good-bye!"
The carriage drove off. I waved my hand, and then stood looking after the carriage--a new sphere in my life being thus opened to me.
I walked on through winding paths that led towards my home, thinking of the curious meeting with Miss Stanley, and of how charming she looked, and how pleasing her manner was. I had never before been much in young ladies' society, for previous to my going to Hostler's school I avoided girls, as I considered them a nuisance, and they made a practice of laughing at me because I was shy and very small. Three years, however, make a great difference in one's views, especially when those three years come when we are fifteen years of age. At eighteen I was not the same person I was at fifteen. And now, as I walked home, I speculated on how long it would be before I was asked to the General's, and should have an opportunity of again seeing Helen Stanley.
On my arrival home I was surprised to find that my aunt and sisters did not seem to appreciate Miss Stanley. She was "stuck up," they said, and gave herself airs, because she had been to school abroad; but it was generally agreed that I should accept the invitation, as the General was a man of considerable influence.
"You must mind you don't fall in love with Helen!" said one of my sisters. "She is an awful flirt."
"That's not likely," I replied, with an a.s.surance that I by no means felt, for I found my mind running on little else than the remarks made by Miss Stanley, and her image seemed always before me as I saw her when she reminded me of our former meeting.
Each day I now looked anxiously for a letter from the Heronry, as General Holloway's house was called, and on the third after my interview with Miss Stanley a formal invitation came, asking me to stay a week at the Heronry, and asking if I could come on the following afternoon. The invitation was, of course, accepted, and on the following afternoon I arrived at the General's, where I was received very kindly by my host and hostess, and by the fair Helen.
There are few things more flattering to a youth at the doubtful age at which I was, than to be treated as a man by a handsome girl. Helen Stanley never once in any way indicated that she thought me "young," or anything but a man. I was "Mr Shepard" to her, and whether she meant to flatter me, or whether it was merely the natural agreeableness of her manner, I cannot say, but she had the knack of causing me to think better of myself than I had formerly done. She reminded me how quickly and successfully I had prepared for the Academy, and she compared my success with the failures of some other candidates for Woolwich whom she had known. More than once she had said how she envied me for being a man with such a splendid career before me in the army, either in the Artillery or Engineers, and that she was certain I should distinguish myself in the future.
It is not in the nature of man, especially of a very young one, or of woman either, to reason or criticise very closely the truth or foundation of flattery. We stretch many points to make us ready to believe there are grounds for what is said. I had been so unjustly abused by Snipson when his neux, that the conceit had been too much taken out of me, and I had lost too much of that self-possession which we all ought to possess in order to make way in the world. The flattery of Miss Stanley, therefore, came on me with all the charm of novelty, and as I thought over what she had said, I felt bound to acknowledge that praise was due to me for the manner in which I had pa.s.sed through my hard trials at Hostler's, had succeeded at my examinations, and stood the bullying of my first half-year at the Academy. Any way, it was most agreeable to be in the society of a young lady who seemed to think I deserved to be praised and commended for what I had done.
The first few days of my visit at the Heronry pa.s.sed like a dream. I was as happy as a bird, but was fast drifting into love with Helen.
She, however, seemed a very wise young lady, who could talk with me, sing with me, flirt with me, but apparently not be in love with me. I had myself made all sorts of desperate resolves. I should get my commission, distinguish myself in some way, and then propose for Helen.
The details of our future life I had not worked out, nor did I consider that I had not calculated the future beyond the period at which I should be twenty-one. Although the time pa.s.sed rapidly and agreeably, yet I knew I had learnt much in the first three days I was at the Heronry. I had begun a new study, etc, the investigation of the peculiarities and inconsistencies of the feminine mind.
At breakfast, on the fourth morning of my visit, Helen Stanley announced to the General that Charles would arrive that afternoon. I looked up surprised at this remark, for I had never heard of a "Charles," and did not know whom he was. Seeing my look of curiosity, Miss Stanley said, "Charles is my cousin. He is at Oxford, and is coming here for a few days. He is very clever, I hear; so you two will get on well together, I hope."
I instantly felt certain that cousin Charles and I should not get on well together, and I was most anxious to discover, if possible, whether there was any other relations.h.i.+p between Helen and cousin Charles besides that of cousins.h.i.+p. Miss Stanley, however, gave me no clue, and seemed to avoid being alone with me during the morning, so that I had no opportunity of learning anything except that cousin Charles was at Oxford and very clever.
At the expected time cousin Charles, whose surname I ascertained was also Stanley, arrived at the Heronry. I saw him get out of the vehicle he had driven in, and approach the house. From the experience I had gained of men during the past two years I could judge tolerably well of what a young man was by his appearance, and the instant I saw Charles Stanley I concluded that he was "a conceited prig." I entered the drawing-room soon after his arrival, and was introduced to him as Gentleman Cadet Shepard. Stanley nearly closed his eyes as he looked at me for half a minute, and then held out two fingers to me to shake. I just touched his hand and then turned towards the window and looked out on the view, whilst I was estimating in my own mind the value and worthlessness of Mr Charles Stanley.
It was soon evident to me that Stanley was on very intimate terms with his cousin Helen, also that he admired her very much. I also became conscious that he was not favourably impressed with me, and I made up my mind that we should certainly not get on well during our visit.
At dinner that evening Stanley fired his first shot at me, and it certainly hit its mark, for I was made to look very small whilst he aired his knowledge before Helen Stanley.
I happened to mention that I had seen a hawk hovering over the poultry-yard in the afternoon, and I thought it possible that some young chicken might be carried off.