"There thou mayst trust me.I would not be found out."She went no more a-hunting in boy's clothes,but from this time forward wore brocades and paduasoys,fine lawn and lace.Her tirewoman was kept so busily engaged upon making rich habits,fragrant waters and essences,and so running at her bidding to change her gown or dress her head in some new fashion,that her life was made to her a weighty burden to bear,and also a painful one.
Her place had before been an easy one but for her mistress's choleric temper,but it was so no more.Never had young lady been so exacting and so tempestuous when not pleased with the adorning of her face and shape.In the presence of polite strangers,whether ladies or gentlemen,Mistress Clorinda in these days chose to chasten her language and give less rein to her fantastical passions,but alone in her closet with her woman,if a riband did but not suit her fancy,or a hoop not please,she did not fear to be as scurrilous as she chose.In this discreet retirement she rapped out oaths and boxed her woman's ears with a vigorous hand,tore off her gowns and stamped them beneath her feet,or flung pots of pomade at the poor woman's head.She took these freedoms with such a readiness and spirit that she was served with a despatch and humbleness scarcely to be equalled,and,it is certain,never excelled.
The high courage and undaunted will which had been the engines she had used to gain her will from her infant years aided her in these days to carry out what her keen mind and woman's wit had designed,which was to take the county by storm with her beauty,and reign toast and enslaver until such time as she won the prize of a husband of rich estates and notable rank.
It was soon bruited abroad,to the amazement of the county,that Mistress Clorinda Wildairs had changed her strange and unseemly habits of life,and had become as much a young lady of fashion and breeding as her birth and charm demanded.This was first made known by her appearing one Sunday morning at church,accompanied--as though attended with a retinue of servitors--by Mistress Wimpole and her two sisters,whose plain faces,awkward shape,and still more awkward attire were such a foil to her glowing loveliness as set it in high relief.It was seldom that the coach from Wildairs Hall drew up before the lych-gate,but upon rare Sunday mornings Mistress Wimpole and her two charges contrived,if Sir Jeoffry was not in an ill-humour and the coachman was complaisant,to be driven to service.Usually,however,they trudged afoot,and,if the day chanced to be sultry,arrived with their snub-nosed faces of a high and shiny colour,or if the country roads were wet,with their petticoats bemired.
This morning,when the coach drew up,the horses were well groomed,the coachman smartly dressed,and a footman was in attendance,who sprang to earth and opened the door with a flourish.
The loiterers in the churchyard,and those who were approaching the gate or passing towards the church porch,stared with eyes wide stretched in wonder and incredulity.Never had such a thing before been beheld or heard of as what they now saw in broad daylight.
Mistress Clorinda,clad in highest town fashion,in brocades and silver lace and splendid fur-belows,stepped forth from the chariot with the air of a queen.She had the majestic composure of a young lady who had worn nothing less modish than such raiment all her life,and who had prayed decorously beneath her neighbours'eyes since she had left her nurse's care.
Her sisters and their governess looked timorous,and as if they knew not where to cast their eyes for shamefacedness;but not so Mistress Clorinda,who moved forward with a stately,swimming gait,her fine head in the air.As she stepped into the porch a young gentleman drew back and made a profound obeisance to her.She cast her eyes upon him and returned it with a grace and condescension which struck the beholders dumb with admiring awe.To some of the people of a commoner sort he was a stranger,but all connected with the gentry knew he was Sir John Oxon,who was staying at Eldershawe Park with his relative,whose estate it was.
How Mistress Clorinda contrived to manage it no one was aware but herself,but after a few appearances at church she appeared at other places.She was seen at dinners at fine houses,and began to be seen at routs and balls.Where she was seen she shone,and with such radiance as caused matchmaking matrons great dismay,and their daughters woeful qualms.Once having shone,she could not be extinguished or hidden under a bushel;for,being of rank and highly connected through mother as well as father,and playing her cards with great wit and skill,she could not be thrust aside.
At her first hunt ball she set aflame every male breast in the shire,unmasking such a battery of charms as no man could withstand the fire of.Her dazzling eye,her wondrous shape,the rich music of her laugh,and the mocking wit of her sharp saucy tongue were weapons to have armed a dozen women,and she was but one,and in the first rich tempting glow of blooming youth.
She turned more heads and caused more quarrels than she could have counted had she sat up half the night.She went to her coach with her father followed by a dozen gallants,each ready to spit the other for a smile.Her smiles were wondrous,but there seemed always a touch of mockery or disdain in them which made them more remembered than if they had been softer.
One man there was,who perchance found something in her high glance not wholly scornful,but he was used to soft treatment from women,and had,in sooth,expected milder glances than were bestowed upon him.This was young Sir John Oxon,who had found himself among the fair sex that night as great a beau as she had been a belle;but two dances he had won from her,and this was more than any other man could boast,and what other gallants envied him with darkest hatred.
