"That is a curious thing, is it not?" said Mr. Arnold. "It is of no value in itself, I believe; it is nothing but a crystal. But it seems to have been always thought something of in the family;--Ipresume from its being evidently the very ring painted by Sir Peter Lely in that portrait of Lady Euphrasia which I showed you the other day. It is a clumsy affair, is it not?"It might have occurred to Mr. Arnold, that such a thing must have been thought something of, before its owner would have chosen to wear it when sitting for her portrait.
Lady Emily was just going to lay it down, when she spied something that made her look at it more closely.
"What curious engraving is this upon the gold?" she asked.
"I do not know, indeed," answered Mr. Arnold. "I have never observed it.""Look at it, then--all over the gold. What at first looks only like chasing, is, I do believe, words. The character looks to me like German. I wish I could read it. I am but a poor German scholar.
Do look at it, please, dear Miss Cameron."
Euphra glanced slightly at it without touching it, and said:
"I am sure I could make nothing of it.--But," she added, as if struck by a sudden thought, "as Lady Emily seems interested in it--suppose we send for Mr. Sutherland. I have no doubt he will be able to decipher it."She rose as if she would go for him herself; but, apparently on second thoughts, went to the bell and rang it.
"Oh! do not trouble yourself," interposed Lady Emily, in a tone that showed she would like it notwithstanding.
"No trouble at all," answered Euphra and her uncle in a breath.
"Jacob," said Mr. Arnold, "take my compliments to Mr. Sutherland, and ask him to step this way."The man went, and Hugh came.
"There's a puzzle for you, Mr. Sutherland," said Mr. Arnold, as he entered. "Decipher that inscription, and gain the favour of Lady Emily for ever."As he spoke he put the ring in Hugh's hand. Hugh recognized it at once.
"Ah! this is Lady Euphrasia's wonderful ring," said he.
Euphra cast on him one of her sudden glances.
"What do you know about it?" said Mr. Arnold, hastily.
Euphra flashed at him once more, covertly.
"I only know that this is the ring in her portrait. Any one may see that it is a very wonderful ring indeed, by only looking at it,"answered Hugh, smiling.
"I hope it is not too wonderful for you to get at the mystery of it, though, Mr. Sutherland?" said Lady Emily.
"Lady Emily is dying to understand the inscription," said Euphrasia.
By this time Hugh was turning it round and round, trying to get a beginning to the legend. But in this he met with a difficulty. The fact was, that the initial letter of the inscription could only be found by looking into the crystal held close to the eye. The words seemed not altogether unknown to him, though the characters were a little strange, and the words themselves were undivided. The dinner bell rang.
"Dear me! how the time goes in your room, Lady Emily!" said Mr. Arnold, who was never known to keep dinner waiting a moment. "Will you venture to go down with us to-day?""I fear I must not to-day. To-morrow, I hope. But do put up these beauties before you go. I dare not touch them without you, and it is so much more pleasure seeing them, when I have you to tell me about them.""Well, throw them in," said Mr. Arnold, pretending an indifference he did not feel. "The reality of dinner must not be postponed to the fancy of jewels."All this time Hugh had stood poring over the ring at the window, whither he had taken it for better light, as the shadows were falling. Euphra busied herself replacing everything in the box.
When all were in, she hastily shut the lid.
"Well, Mr. Sutherland?" said Mr. Arnold.
"I seem on the point of ****** it out, Mr. Arnold, but I certainly have not succeeded yet.""Confess yourself vanquished, then, and come to dinner.""I am very unwilling to give in, for I feel convinced that if I had leisure to copy the inscription as far as I can read it, I should, with the help of my dictionary, soon supply the rest. I am very unwilling, as well, to lose a chance of the favour of Lady Emily.""Yes, do read it, if you can. I too am dying to hear it," said Euphra.
"Will you trust me with it, Mr. Arnold? I will take the greatest care of it.""Oh, certainly!" replied Mr. Arnold--with a little hesitation in his tone, however, of which Hugh was too eager to take any notice.
He carried it to his room immediately, and laid it beside his manuscript verses, in the hiding-place of the old escritoire. He was in the drawing-room a moment after.
There he found Euphra and the Bohemian alone.--Von Funkelstein had, in an incredibly short space of time, established himself as Hausfreund, and came and went as he pleased.--They looked as if they had been interrupted in a hurried and earnest conversation--their faces were so impassive. Yet Euphra's wore a considerably heightened colour--a more articulate indication. She could school her features, but not her complexion.
