Lemorne Versus Huell | Page 2

a coach and coachman. Several
livery-stable keepers were in attendance, but nothing was settled, till I
suggested that Aunt Eliza should send for her own carriage. James was
sent back the next day, and returned on Thursday with coach, horses,
and William her coachman. That matter being finished, and the trunks
being unpacked, she decided to take her first bath in the sea, expecting
me to support her through the trying ordeal of the surf. As we were
returning from the beach we met a carriage containing a number of
persons with a family resemblance.
When Aunt Eliza saw them she angrily exclaimed, "Am I to see those
Uxbridges every day?"

Of the Uxbridges this much I knew--that the two brothers Uxbridge
were the lawyers of her opponents in the lawsuit which had existed
three or four years. I had never felt any interest in it, though I knew that
it was concerning a tract of ground in the city which had belonged to
my grandfather, and which had, since his day, become very valuable.
Litigation was a habit of the Huell family. So the sight of the Uxbridge
family did not agitate me as it did Aunt Eliza.
"The sly, methodical dogs! but I shall beat Lemorne yet!"
"How will you amuse yourself then, aunt?"
"I'll adopt some boys to inherit what I shall save from his clutches."
The bath fatigued her so she remained in her room for the rest of the
day; but she kept me busy with a hundred trifles. I wrote for her,
computed interest, studied out bills of fare, till four o'clock came, and
with it a fog. Nevertheless I must ride on the Avenue, and the carriage
was ordered.
"Wear your silk, Margaret; it will just about last your visit through--the
fog will use it up."
"I am glad of it," I answered.
"You will ride every day. Wear the bonnet I bought for you also."
"Certainly; but won't that go quicker in the fog than the dress?"
"Maybe; but wear it."
I rode every day afterward, from four to six, in the black silk, the
mantilla, and the white straw. When Aunt Eliza went she was so on the
alert for the Uxbridge family carriage that she could have had little
enjoyment of the ride. Rocks never were a passion with her, she said,
nor promontories, chasms, or sand. She came to Newport to be washed
with salt-water; when she had washed up to the doctor's prescription
she should leave, as ignorant of the peculiar pleasures of Newport as

when she arrived. She had no fancy for its conglomerate societies, its
literary cottages, its parvenue suits of rooms, its saloon habits, and its
bathing herds.
I considered the rides a part of the contract of what was expected in my
two months' performance. I did not dream that I was enjoying them,
any more than I supposed myself to be enjoying a sea-bath while
pulling Aunt Eliza to and fro in the surf. Nothing in the life around me
stirred me, nothing in nature attracted me. I liked the fog; somehow it
seemed to emanate from me instead of rolling up from the ocean, and
to represent me. Whether I went alone or not, the coachman was
ordered to drive a certain round; after that I could extend the ride in
whatever direction I pleased, but I always said, "Anywhere, William."
One afternoon, which happened to be a bright one, I was riding on the
road which led to the glen, when I heard the screaming of a flock of
geese which were waddling across the path in front of the horses. I
started, for I was asleep probably, and, looking forward, saw the
Uxbridge carriage, filled with ladies and children, coming toward me;
and by it rode a gentleman on horseback. His horse was rearing among
the hissing geese, but neither horse nor geese appeared to engage him;
his eyes were fixed upon me. The horse swerved so near that its long
mane almost brushed against me. By an irresistible impulse I laid my
ungloved hand upon it, but did not look at the rider. Carriage and
horseman passed on, and William resumed his pace. A vague idea took
possession of me that I had seen the horseman before on my various
drives. I had a vision of a man galloping on a black horse out of the fog,
and into it again. I was very sure, however, that I had never seen him
on so pleasant a day as this! William did not bring his horses to time; it
was after six when I went into Aunt Eliza's parlor, and found her
impatient for her tea and toast. She was crosser than the occasion
warranted; but I understood it when she gave