’Isabel! Isabel! Colonel G— Isabel! Lord D— bowing to you, Belie! Belie! Sir Harry B— Isabel, child, with your eyes on the stage? Did you never see a play before? Novice! Major P—waiting to catch your eye this quarter of an hour; and now her eyes gone down to her play-bill! Sir Harry, do take it from her.
‘Were eyes so radiant only made to read?’
Lady Isabel appeared to suffer so exquisitely and so naturally from this persecution, that Lord Colambre said to himself—
’If this be acting, it is the best acting I ever saw. If this be art, it deserves to be nature.’
And with this sentiment he did himself the honour of handing Lady Isabel to her carriage this night, and with this sentiment he awoke next morning; and by the time he had dressed and breakfasted he determined that it was impossible all that he had seen could be acting. ’No woman, no young woman, could have such art. Sir James Brooke had been unwarrantably severe; he would go and tell him so.’
But Sir James Brooke this day received orders for his regiment to march to quarters in a distant part of Ireland. His head was full of arms, and ammunition, and knapsacks, and billets, and routes; and there was no possibility, even in the present chivalrous disposition of our hero, to enter upon the defence of the Lady Isabel. Indeed, in the regret he felt for the approaching and unexpected departure of his friend, Lord Colambre forgot the fair lady. But just when Sir James had his foot in the stirrup, he stopped.
’By the bye, my dear lord, I saw you at the play last night. You seemed to be much interested. Don’t think me impertinent, if I remind you of our conversation when we were riding home from Tusculum; and if I warn you,’ said he, mounting his horse, ’to beware of counterfeits—for such are abroad.’ Reining in his impatient steed, Sir James turned again and added, ’deeds not words, is my motto. Remember, we can judge better by the conduct of people towards others than by their manner towards ourselves.’
Our hero was quite convinced of the good sense of his friend’s last remark, that it is safer to judge of people by their conduct to others than by their manners towards ourselves; but as yet, he felt scarcely any interest on the subject of Lady Dashfort or Lady Isabel’s characters; however, he inquired and listened to all the evidence he could obtain respecting this mother and daughter.