not bashful; and from fifteen to twenty, a Juan need scarcely go to Seville to find a Julia. But love was not the worst danger that menaced the intoxicated boy. Saville, the most seductive of tutors --Saville, who, in his wit, his bon ton, his control over the great world, seemed as a god to all less elevated and less aspiring--Saville was Godolphin's constant companion; and Saville was worse than a profligatehe was a gambler! One would think that gaming was the last vice that could fascinate the young: its avarice, its grasping, its hideous selfishness, its cold, calculating meanness, would, one might imagine, scare away all who have yet other and softer deities to worship. But, in fact, the fault of youth is, that it can rarely resist whatever is the Mode. Gaming, in all countries, is the vice of an aristocracy. The young find it already established in the best circles; they are enticed by the habit of others, and ruined when the habit becomes their own. "You look feverish, Percy," said Saville, as he met his pupil in the Park. "I don't wonder at it: you lost infernally last night." "More than I can pay," replied Percy, with a quivering lip. "No! you shall pay it to-morrow, for you shall go shares with me to-night. Observe," continued Saville, lowering his voice, “I never lose.” "How! never ?" "Never, unless by design. I play at no game where chance only presides. Whist is my favourite game: it is not popular: I am sorry for it. I take up with other games-I am forced to do it; but, even at rouge et noir, I carry about with me the rules of whist. I calculate-I remember." "But hazard?" "I never play at that!" said Saville, solemnly. "It is the devil's game; it defies skill. Forsake hazard, and let me teach you écarté; it is coming into fashion." Saville took great pains with Godolphin; and Go dolphin, who was by nature of a contemplative, not hasty mood, was no superficial disciple. As his biographer, I grieve to confess that he became, though a punctiliously honest, a wise and fortunate gamester; and thus he eked out betimes the slender profits of a subaltern's pay. This was the first great moral deterioration in Percy's mind: a mind which ought to have made him a very different being from what he became, but which no vice, no evil example, could ever entirely pervert. CHAPTER VII. SAVILLE EXCUSED FROM HAVING HUMAN AFFECTIONS.GODOLPHIN SEES ONE WHOM HE NEVER SEES AGAIN. -THE NEW ACTRESS. SAVILLE was deemed the consummate man of the world-wise and heartless. How came he to take such gratuitous pains with the boy Godolphin? In the first place, Saville had no legitimate children; Godolphin was his relation: in the second place, it may be observed, that hackneyed and blasés men of the world are fond of the young, in whom they recognise something a better something-belonging to themselves. In Godolphin's gentleness and courage, Saville thought he saw the mirror of his own crusted urbanity and scheming perseverance; in Godolphin's fine imagination and subtle intellect he beheld his own cunning and hypocrisy. The boy's popularity flattered him; the boy's conversation amused. No man is so heartless but that he is capable of strong likings when they do not put him much out of his way: it was this sort of liking that Saville had for Godolphin. Besides, there was yet another reason for attachment, which might at first seem too delicate to actuate the refined voluptuary; but, examined closely, the delicacy vanished. Saville had loved-at least, had offered his hand to Godolphin's mother (she was supposed an heiress!). He thought he had just missed being Godolphin's father: his vanity made him like to show the boy what a much better father he would have been than the one that Providence had given him. His resentment, too, against the accepted suiter made him love to exercise a little spiteful revenge against Godolphin's father: he was glad to show that the son preferred where the mother rejected. All these motives combined made Saville take, as it were, to the young Percy; and being rich, and habitually profuse, though prudent, and a shrewd speculator withal, the pecuniary part of his kindness cost him no pain. But Godolphin, who was not ostentatious, did not trust himself largely to the capricious fount of the worldling's generosity. Fortune smiled on her boyish votary; and, during the short time he was obliged to cultivate her favours, showered on him at least a sufficiency for support, or even for display. Crowded with fine people and blazing with light were the rooms of the Countess of B-, as, flushed from a late dinner at Saville's, young Godolphin made his appearance in the scene. He was not of those numerous gentlemen, the stock-flowers of the parterre, who stick themselves up against walls in the panoply of neckclothed silence. He came not to balls from the vulgar motive of being seen there in the most conspicuous situation-a motive so apparent among the stiff exquisites of England. He came to amuse himself; and if he found no one capable of amusing him, he saw no necessity in staying. He was always seen, therefore, conversing, or dancing, or listening to music or he was not seen at all. In exchanging a few words with a Colonel Da noted roué and gamester, he observed, gazing on him very intently-and, as Percy thought, very rudely-an old gentleman in a dress of the last century. Turn where he would, Godolphin could not rid himself of the gaze; so at length he met it with a look of equal scrutiny and courage. The old gentleman slowly approached. "Percy Godolphin, I think?" said he. "That is my name, sir," replied Percy. 66 Yours-" "No matter! Yet stay! you shall know it. I am Henry Johnstone-old Harry Johnstone. You have heard of him?-your father's first cousin. Well, I grieve, young sir, to find that you associate with that rascal Saville. Nay, never interrupt me, sir!--I grieve to find that you, thus young, thus unguarded, are left to be ruined in heart and corrupted in nature by any one who will take the trouble! Yet I like your countenance! I like your countenance !-it is open, yet thoughtful; frank, and yet it has something of melancholy. You have not Charles's coloured hair; but you are much younger-much. I am glad I have seen you; I came here on purpose: good-night !" and, without waiting for an answer, the old man disappeared. Godolphin, recovering his surprise, recollected that he had often heard his father speak of a rich and eccentric relation named Johnstone: this singular interview made a strong but momentary impression on him. He intended to seek out the old man's residence; but one thing or another drove away the fulfilment of the intention, and in this world the relations never met again. Percy, now musingly gliding through the crowd, sank into a seat beside a lady of forty-five, who sometimes amused herself in making love to him-because there could be no harm in such a mere boy! and presently afterward, a Lord George Somebody, sauntering up, asked the lady if he had not seen her at the play on the previous night. How "Oh yes! we went to see the new actress. pretty she is!--so unaffected too-how well she sings!" "Pretty well-er!" replied Lord George, passing his hand through his hair. "Very nice girl—er! good ankles. Devilish hot-er, is not it-er-er? What a bore this is: eh! Ah! Godolphin! don't forget Wattier's-er !" and his lordship er'd himself off. "What actress is this?" "Oh, a very good one, indeed!-came out in The Belle's Stratagem.' We are going to see her to-morrow will you dine with us early, and be our cavalier?" 'Nothing will please me more! Your ladyship has dropped your handkerchief." 66 "Thank you!" said the lady, bending till her hair touched Godolphin's cheek, and gently pressing the hand that was extended to her. It was a wonder that Godolphin never became a coxcomb. He dined the next day according to appointment: he went to the play; and, at the moment his eye first turned to the stage, a universal burst of applause indicated the entrée of the new actress-Fanny Millinger! CHAPTER VIII. GODOLPHIN'S PASSION FOR THE STAGE. THE DIFFERENCE IT ENGENDERED IN HIS HABITS OF LIFE. Now this event produced a great influence over Godolphin's habits-and I suppose, therefore, I may add, over his character. He renewed his acquaintance with the lively actress. "What a change !" cried both. "The strolling player risen into celebrity !" I return the compliment," replied Fanny, with courtesy. And now Godolphin became a constant attendant at the theatre. This led him into a mode of life quite different from that which he had lately cultivated. There are in London two sets of idle men: one set, the butterflies of balls; the loungers of the regular walks of society; diners-out; the "old familiar |