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on the other side of the park。 I'll go with you to the head of the lake。'
We had not gone far； when we heard the sound of an approaching vehicle。 What did we see but an open carriage； with two ladies in it； not a hundred yards behind us。
'The aunt！ by all that's … ！'
What … I never heard； for； before the sentence was completed； the speaker's long legs were scampering out of sight in the direction of a clump of trees； I following as hard as I could go。
As the carriage drove past； my Friar Lawrence was lying in a ditch； while I was behind an oak。 We were near enough to discern the niece； and consequently we feared to be recognised。 The situation was neither dignified nor romantic。 My friend was sanguine； though big ardour was slightly damped by the ditch water。 I doubted the expediency of trying the boat…house； but he urged the risk of her disappointment； which made the attempt imperative。
The padre returned to the inn to dry himself； and； in due course； I rejoined him。 He met me with the answer to my note。 'The boat…house；' it declared； 'was out of the question。 But so； of course； was the POSSIBILITY of CHANGE。 We must put our trust in PROVIDENCE。 Time could make NO difference in OUR case； whatever it might do with OTHERS。 SHE； at any rate； could wait for YEARS。' Upon the whole the result was comforting … especially as the 'years' dispensed with the necessity of any immediate step more desperate than dinner。 This we enjoyed like men who had earned it； and long before I deposited my dear friar in his cell both of us were snoring in our respective corners of the chaise。
A word or two will complete this romantic episode。 The next long vacation I spent in London； bent； needless to say； on a happy issue to my engagement。 How simple； in the retrospect； is the frustration of our hopes！ I had not been a week in town； had only danced once with my FIANCEE； when； one day； taking a tennis lesson from the great Barre； a forced ball grazed the frame of my racket； and broke a blood vessel in my eye。
For five weeks I was shut up in a dark room。 It was two more before I again met my charmer。 She did not tell me； but her man did； that their wedding day was fixed for the 10th of the following month； and he 'hoped they would have the pleasure of seeing me at the breakfast！' ＇I made the following note of the fact： N。B。 … A woman's tears may cost her nothing； but her smiles may be expensive。＇
I must； however； do the young lady the justice to state that； though her future husband was no great things as a 'man；' as she afterwards discovered； he was the heir to a peerage and great wealth。 Both he and she； like most of my collaborators in this world； have long since passed into the other。
The fashions of bygone days have always an interest for the living： the greater perhaps the less remote。 We like to think of our ancestors of two or three generations off … the heroes and heroines of Jane Austen； in their pantaloons and high…waisted； short…skirted frocks； their pigtails and powdered hair； their sandalled shoes； and Hessian boots。 Our near connection with them entrances our self…esteem。 Their prim manners； their affected bows and courtesies； the 'dear Mr。 So…and…So' of the wife to her husband； the 'Sir' and 'Madam' of the children to their parents； make us wonder whether their flesh and blood were ever as warm as ours； or whether they were a race of prigs and puppets？
My memory carries me back to the remnants of these lost externals … that which is lost was nothing more； the men and women were every whit as human as ourselves。 My half…sisters wore turbans with birds…of…paradise in them。 My mother wore gigot sleeves； but objected to my father's pigtail； so cut it off。 But my father powdered his head； and kept to his knee… breeches to the last； so did all elderly gentlemen； when I was a boy。 For the matter of that； I saw an old fellow with a pigtail walking in the Park as late as 1845。 He； no doubt； was an ultra…conservative。
Fashions change so imperceptibly that it is difficult for the historian to assign their initiatory date。 Does the young dandy of to…day want to know when white ties came into vogue？ … he knows that his great…grandfather wore a white neckcloth； and takes it for granted； may be； that his grandfather did so too。 Not a bit of it。 The young Englander of the Coningsby type … the Count d'Orsays of my youth； scorned the white tie alike of their fathers and their sons。 At dinner…parties or at balls； they adorned themselves in satin scarfs； with a jewelled pin or chained pair of pins stuck in them。 I well remember the rebellion … the protest against effeminacy … which the white tie called forth amongst some of us upon its first invasion on evening dress。 The women were in favour of it； and； of course； carried the day； but not without a struggle。 One night at Holkham … we were a large party； I daresay at least fifty at dinner … the men came down in black scarfs； the women in white 'chokers。' To make the contest complete； these all sat on one side of the table； and we men on the other。 The battle was not renewed； both factions surrendered。 But the women； as usual； got their way； and … their men。
For my part I could never endure the original white neckcloth。 It was stiffly starched； and wound twice round the neck； so I abjured it for the rest of my days； now and then I got the credit of being a coxcomb … not for my pains； but for my comfort。 Once； when dining at the Viceregal Lodge at Dublin； I was 'pulled up' by an aide…de…camp for my unbecoming attire； but I stuck to my colours； and was none the worse。 Another time my offence called forth a touch of good nature on the part of a great man； which I hardly know how to speak of without writing me down an ass。 It was at a crowded party at Cambridge House。 （Let me plead my youth； I was but two…and…twenty。） Stars and garters were scarcely a distinction。 White ties were then as imperative as shoes and stockings； I was there in a black one。 My candid friends suggested withdrawal； my relations cut me assiduously； strangers by my side whispered at me aloud； women turned their shoulders to me； and my only prayer was that my accursed tie would strangle me on the spot。 One pair of sharp eyes； however； noticed my ignominy； and their owner was moved by compassion for my sufferings。 As I was slinking away； Lord Palmerston； with a BONHOMIE peculiarly his own； came up to me； and with a shake of the hand and hearty manner； asked after my brother Leicester； and when he was going to bring me into Parliament？ … ending with a smile： 'Where are you off to in such a hurry？' That is the sort of tact that makes a party leader。 I went to bed a proud； instead of a humiliated； man； ready； if ever I had the chance； to vote that black was white； should he but state it was so。
Beards and moustache came into fashion after the Crimean war。 It would have been an outrage to wear them before that time。 When I came home from my travels across the Rocky Mountains in 1851； I was still unshaven。 Meeting my younger brother … a fashionab