BOOK V. CHAPTER I. My genius spreads her wing, WITH what a proud and exciting feeling an Englishman ought to enter London, after a prolonged absence in other countries! The public buildings are few, and for the most part, mean; the monuments of antiquity, not comparable to those which the pettiest town in Italy can boast of; the palaces are sad rubbish; the houses of our peers and princes are shabby and shapeless heaps of brick. But what of all this? the spirit of London is in her thoroughfares-her population! What wealth-what cleanliness -what order-what animation! How majestic, and yet how vivid, is the life that runs through her myriad veins ! How, as the lamps blaze upon you at night, and street after street glides by your wheels, each so regular in its sym metry, so equal in its civilization-how impressively do you feel that you are in the metropolis of a FREE PEOPLE, with healthful institutions, and exulting still in the undecayed energies of national youth and vigour. Yes, Maltravers felt his heart swell within him, as the post-horses whirled on his dingy carriage-over Westminster Bridge-along Whitehall-through Regent Streettowards one of the quiet and private-houselike hotels, that are scattered round the neighbourhood of Grosvenor Square. Then the warmth, the comfort, the attendance of an English hotel! Truly, it is a charming country for the rich; but for the poor-“ ah, si vous êtes p- de tant pis pour vous!”* C Ernest's arrival had been expected. He had written from Paris to Cleveland to announce it; and Cleveland had, in reply, informed him that he had engaged apartments for him at Mivart's. The smiling waiters ushered him into a spacious and well-aired room—the arm-chair was already wheeled by the fire—a score or so of letters strewed the table, together with two of the evening papers. And how eloquently of busy England do those evening papers speak! A stranger might have felt that he wanted no friend to welcome him-the whole room smiled on him a welcome. Maltravers ordered his dinner and opened his letters: they were of no importance; one from his steward, one from his banker, another about the county races, a fourth from a man he had never heard of, requesting the vote and powerful interest of Mr. Maltravers for the county of B, should the rumour of a dissolution be verified; the unknown candidate referred Mr. Maltravers to his "well-known public character." From these epistles Ernest turned impatiently, and perceived a little three-cornered note which had hitherto escaped his attention. It was from Cleveland, intimating that he was in town; that his health still precluded his going out, but that he trusted to see his dear Ernest as soon as he arrived. Maltravers was delighted at the prospect of passing his evening so agreeably; he soon despatched his dinner and his newspapers, and walked in the brilliant lamplight of a clear frosty evening of early December in London, to his friend's house in Curzon Street. It was a small, bachelorlike, unpretending mansion; for Cleveland spent his moderate, though easy fortune, almost entirely at his country villa. The familiar face of the old valet greeted Ernest at the door, and he only paused to hear that his guardian was nearly recovered to his usual health, ere he was in the *Voltaire. cheerful drawing-room, and-since Englishmen do not embrace-returning the cordial gripe of the kindly Cleve land. "Well, my dear Ernest," said Cleveland, after they had got through the preliminary round of questions and answers, "here you are at last: Heaven be praised; and how well you are looking-how much you are improved! It is an excellent period of the year for your début in London. I shall have time to make you intimate with people, before the whirl of the season' commences," 66 Why, I thought of going to Burleigh, my countryplace. I have not seen it since I was a child." "No, no! you have had solitude enough at Como, if I may trust to your letter; you must now mix with the great London world; and you will enjoy Burleigh the more in the summer." "I fancy this great London world will give me very little pleasure; it may be pleasant enough to young men just let loose from college, but your crowded ball-rooms and monotonous clubs will be wearisome to one who has grown fastidious before his time. J'ai vécu beaucoup dans peu d'années. I have drawn in youth too much upon the capital of existence, to be highly delighted with the ostentatious parsimony with which our great men economize pleasure." "Don't judge before you have gone through the trial," said Cleveland: "there is something in the opulent splendour, the thoroughly sustained magnificence with which the leaders of English fashion conduct even the most insipid amusements, that is above contempt. Besides, you need not necessarily live with the butterflies. There are plenty of bees, that will be very happy to make your acquaintance. Add to this, my dear Ernest, the pleasure of being made of-of being of importance in your own country. For you are young, well-born, and sufficiently handsome to be an object of interest to mothers and to daughters; while your name, and property, and interest, will make you courted by men who want to borrow your money and obtain your influence in your county. No, Maltravers, stay in London-amuse yourself your first year, and decide on your occupation and career the next; but reconnoitre before you give battle." Maltravers was not ill pleased to follow his friend's advice, since by so doing he obtained his friend's guidance and society. Moreover, he deemed it wise and rational to see, face to face, the eminent men in England with whom, if he fulfilled his promise to De Montaigne, he was to run the race of honourable rivalry. Accordingly, he consented to Cleveland's propositions. "And have you," said he, hesitating, as he loitered by the door after the stroke of twelve had warned him to take his leave" have you never heard anything of my—my— the unfortunate Alice Darvil ?" "Who!-Oh, that poor young woman, I remember :— not a syllable." Maltravers sighed deeply, and departed. CHAPTER II. "Je trouve que c'est une folie de vouloir étudier le monde en simple spectateur. Dans l'école du monde comme dans cette de l'amour, il faut commencer par pratiquer ce qu'on veut apprendre."-ROUSSEAU. ERNEST MALTRAVERS was now fairly launched upon the wide ocean of London. Amongst his other property was a house in Seamore Place-that quiet, yet central street, which enjoys the air, without the dust, of the Park. It had been hitherto let, and the tenant now quitting very opportunely, Maltravers was delighted to secure so pleasant a residence, for he was still romantic enough to desire to look out upon trees and verdure rather than brick houses. He indulged only in two other luxuries: his love of music tempted him to an opera-box, and he had that English feeling which prides itself in the possession of beautiful horses, a feeling that enticed him into an extravagance on this head that baffled the competition and excited the envy of much richer men. But four |