 7. Conservative Convictions. Lord Silverbridge had engaged himself to be with his father the next morning at half-past nine, and he entered the breakfast-room a very few minutes after that hour. He had made up his mind as to what he would say to his father. He meant to call himself a Conservative, and to go into the House of Commons under that denomination. All the men among whom he lived were Conservatives. It was a matter on which, as he thought, his father could have no right to control him. Down in Barsature, as well as up in London, there was some little difference of opinion in this matter. The people of Silverbridge declared that they would prefer to have a Conservative member, as indeed they had one for the last session. They had loyally returned to the Duke himself while he was a commoner, but they had returned him as being part and parcel of the omnium appendages. That was all over now. As a constituency they were not endowed with advanced views, and thought that a Conservative would suit them best. That being so, and as they had been told that the Duke's son was a Conservative, they fancied that by electing him they would be pleasing everybody. But in truth, by so doing they would by no means please the Duke. He had told them on previous occasions that they might elect whom they pleased, and felt no anger because they had elected a Conservative. They might send up to Parliament the most anti-Diluvian old Tory they could find in England if they wished, only not his son, not a Palisar as a Tory or Conservative. And then, though the little town had gone back in the ways of the world, the county, or the Duke's division of the county, had made so much progress that a Liberal candidate recommended by him would almost certainly be returned. It was just the occasion on which a Palisar should show himself ready to serve his country. There would be an expense, but he would think nothing of expense in such a matter. Ten thousand pounds spent on such an object would not vex him. The very contest would have given him new life. All this, Lord Silverbridge understood, but had said to himself and to all his friends that it was a matter in which he did not intend to be controlled. The Duke had passed a very unhappy night. He had told himself that any such marriage as that spoken of was out of the question. He believed that the matter might be so represented to his girl as to make her feel that it was out of the question. He hardly doubted but that he could stamp it out. Though he should have to take her away into some further corner of the world, he would stamp it out. But she, when this foolish passion of hers should have been thus stamped out, could never be the pure, the bright, the unsullied, unsoiled thing of the possession of which he had thought so much. He had never spoken of his hopes about her even to his wife. But in the silence of his very silent life he had thought much of the day when he would give her to some noble youth, noble with all gifts of nobility, including rank and wealth, who might be fit to receive her. Now, even though no one else should know it, and all would know it, she would be the girl who had condescended to love young Tragear. His own Duchess, she who's lost to him now, was as though he had lost half his limbs, had not she in the same way loved a Tragear, or worse than a Tragear in her early days? Ah, yes. And though his Chora had been so much to him, had he not often felt, had he not been feeling all his days that fate had robbed him of the sweetest joy that is given to man, in that she had not come to him, loving him with her early spring of love, as she had loved that poor Nerdywell. How infinite had been his regrets! How often had he told himself that, with all that fortune had given him, still fortune had been unjust to him, because he had been robbed of that. Not to save his life could he have whispered a word of this to anyone, but he had felt it. He had felt it for years. Dear as she had been, she had not been quite what she should have been but for that. And now this girl of his, who was so much dearer to him than anything else left to him, was doing exactly as her mother had done. The young man might be stamped out. He might be made to vanish as that other young man had vanished. But the fact that he had been there, cherished in the girl's heart, that could not be stamped out. He struggled gallantly to acquit the memory of his wife. He could best do that by leaning with the full weight of his mind on the presumed iniquity of Mrs. Finn. Had he not known from the first that the woman was an adventurous, and had he not declared to himself over and over again that between such a one and himself there should be no intercourse, no common feeling, he had allowed himself to be talked into an intimacy, to be talked almost into an affection, and this was the result. And how should he treat this matter in his coming interview with his son, or should he make an allusion to it? At first it seemed as though it would be impossible for him to give his mind to that other subject. How could he enforce the merits of political liberalism and the duty of adhering to the old family party while his mind was entirely preoccupied with his daughter? It had suddenly become almost indifferent to him whether Silverbridge should be a conservative or a liberal. But as he dressed he told himself that as a man he ought to be able to do a plain duty mark out for him as this had been by his own judgment without regard to personal suffering. The hedgerer and ditcher must make his hedge and clean his ditch even though he be tormented by rheumatism. His duty by his son he must do even though his heart were torn to pieces. During breakfast he tried to be gracious and condescended to ask his son a question about Prime Minister. Racing was an amusement to which English nobleman had been addicted for many ages and had been held to be serviceable rather than disgraceful if conducted in a noble fashion. He did not credit Tiptoe with much nobility. He knew but little about the major. He would much have preferred that his son should have owned a horse alone if he must have anything to do with ownership. Would it not be better to buy the other share, asked the Duke? It would take a deal of money, sir. The major would ask a couple of thousand I should think. That is a great deal. And then the major is a very useful man. He thoroughly understands the turf. I hope he doesn't live by it. Oh no, he doesn't live by it. That is, he has a great many irons in the fire. I do not mind a young man owning a horse if he can afford the expense, as you perhaps can do. But I hope you don't bet. Nothing to speak of. Nothing to speak of is so apt to grow into that which has to be spoken of. So much the father said at breakfast, hardly giving his mind to the matter discussed, his mind being on other things. But when their breakfast was eaten, then it was necessary that he should begin. Silverbridge, he said, I hope you have thought better of what we were talking about as to these coming elections. Well, sir, of course I have thought about it. And you can do as I would have you. You see, sir, a man's political opinion is a kind of thing he can't get rid of. You can hardly as yet have any very confirmed political opinion. You're still young. And I do not suppose that you have thought much about politics. Well, sir, I think I have. I've got my own ideas. We've got to protect our position as well as we can against the radicals and communists. I cannot admit that at all, Silverbridge. There is no great political party in this country anxious either for communism or for revolution. But putting all that aside for the present, do you think that a man's political opinions should be held in regard to his own individual interests or to the much wider interests of others, whom we call the public? To his own interest, said the young man with decision. It is simply self-protection, then. His own and his class? The people will look after themselves, and we must look after ourselves. We are so few, and they are so many, that we shall have quite enough to do. Then the Duke gave his son a somewhat lengthy political lecture, which was intended to teach him that the greatest benefit of the greatest number was the object to which all political studies should tend. The son listened to it with attention, and when it was over expressed his opinion that there was a great deal in what his father had said. I trust, if you will consider it, said the Duke, that you will not find yourself obliged to desert the school of politics in which your father has not been an inactive supporter and to which your family has belonged for many generations. I could not call myself a liberal, said the young politician. Why not? Because I am a conservative, and you won't stand for the county on the liberal interest. I should be obliged to tell them that I should always give a conservative vote. Then you refuse to do what I ask. I do not know how I can help refusing. If you wanted me to grow a couple of inches taller, I couldn't do it, even though I should be ever so anxious to oblige you. But a very young man as you are may have so much deference for his elders as to be induced to believe that he has been in error. Oh, yes, of course. You cannot but be aware that the political condition of the country is the one subject to which I have devoted the labor of my life. I know that very well, and of course I know how much they all think of you. Then my opinion might go for something with you. So it does, sir. I shouldn't have doubted it all, only for that little. Still you see as the thing is, how am I to help myself? You believe that you must be right. You who have never given an hour's study to the subject. No, sir. In comparison with the great many men, I know that I am a fool. Perhaps it is because I know that that I am a conservative. The radicals are always saying that a conservative must be a fool. Then a fool ought to be a conservative. Hereupon the father got up from his chair and turned round, facing the fire with his back to his son. He was becoming very angry, but endeavored to restrain his anger. The matter in dispute between them was of so great importance that he could hardly be justified in abandoning it in consequence of arguments so trifling in themselves as these which his son adduced. As he stood there for some minutes thinking of it all, he was tempted again and again to burst out in wrath and threaten the lad, to threaten him as to money, as to his amusements, as to the general tenure of his life. The pity was so great that the lad should be so stubborn and so foolish. He would never ask his son to be a slave to the liberal party as he had been, but that a palacer should not be a liberal, and his son, as the first recreational palacer, was wormwood to him. As he stood there he more than once clenched his fist in eager desire to turn upon the young man, but he restrained himself, telling himself that in justice he should not be angry for such a fence as this. To become a conservative when the path to liberalism was so fairly open might be the part of a fool, but could not fairly be imputed as a crime. To endeavor to be just was the study of his life, and in no condition of life can justice be more imperatively due than from a father to his son. I mean to stand for Silverbridge, he said at last. Not if you object, sir. This made it worse. It became now still more difficult for him to scold the young man. You are aware that I should not meddle in any way. That was what I supposed. They will return a conservative at any rate. It is not that I care about, said the duke, sadly. Upon my word, sir, I am very sorry to vex you. But what would you have me do? I will give up Parliament all together if you say that you wish it. No, I do not wish that. You wouldn't have me tell a lie. No. What can I do then? Learn what there is to learn from some master fit to teach you. There are so many masters. I believe it to be that most arrogant, ill-behaved young man who was with me yesterday who has done this evil. You mean Frank Tregear? I do mean Mr. Tregear. He is a conservative, of course, and, of course, he and I have been much together. Was he with you yesterday, sir? Yes, he was. What was that about? Asked Lord Silverbridge. In a voice that almost betrayed fear, for he knew very well what cause had produced the interview. He has been speaking to me when the duke had got so far as does he paused, finding himself to be hardly able to declare the disgrace which had fallen upon himself and his family. As he did tell the story both his face and his voice were altered so that the son in truth was scared. He has been speaking to me about your sister. Did you know of this? I knew there was something between them. And you encouraged it? No, sir, just the contrary. I have told him that I was quite sure it would never do. And why did you not tell me? Well, sir, that was hardly my business, was it? Not to guard the honor of your sister. You see, sir, how many things have happened all at once but things. My dear mother, sir, thought well of him. The duke uttered a deep sigh and turned again round to the fire. I always told him that you would never consent. I should think not. It has come so suddenly. I should have spoken to you about it as soon as, as soon as he had meant to say, as soon as the husband's grief for the loss of his wife had been in some degree appeased, but he could not speak the words. The duke, however, perfectly understood him. In the meantime they were not seeing each other. Nor writing. I think not. Mrs. Finn has known it all. Mrs. Finn? Certainly she has known it all through. I do not see how it can have been so. He told me so himself, said the duke, unwittingly putting words into Trigir's mouth which Trigir had never uttered. There must be an end of this. I will speak to your sister. In the meantime, the less I think you see of Mr. Trigir, the better. Of course it is out of the question. He should be allowed to remain in this house. You will make him understand that at once, if you please. Oh, certainly, said Silverbridge. CHAPTER VIII The duke returned to matching an almost broken-hearted man. He had intended to go down at a barcature, in reference to the coming elections, not with a view of interfering in any unlordly or rather unpeer-like fashion, but thinking that of his eldest son were to stand for the county in a proper constitutional spirit. As the eldest son of so great a county magnate ought to do, his presence at Gatherham Castle, among his own people, might probably be serviceable and would certainly be gracious. There would be no question of entertainment. His bereavement would make that impossible. But there would come from his presence a certain saver of proprietorship and a sense of power which would be beneficial to his son, and would not, as the duke thought, be contrary to the spirit of the Constitution. But all this was now at an end. He told himself that he did not care how the elections might go, that he did not care much how anything might go. Silverbridge might stand for Silverbridge, if he so pleased. He would give neither assistance nor obstruction, either in the county or in the borough. He wrote to this effect to his agent, Mr. Morton, but at the same time desired that gentleman to pay Lord Silverbridge's electioneering expenses, feeling it to be his duty as a father to do so much for his son. But though he endeavored to engage his thoughts in these parliamentary matters, though he tried to make himself believe that this political apostasy was the trouble which vexed him, in truth that other misery was so crushing, as to make the affairs of his son insignificant. How should he express himself to her? That was the thought present to his mind, as he went down to matching. Should he content himself with simply telling her that such a wish on her part was disgraceful, and that it could never be fulfilled? Or should he argue the matter with her, endeavouring as he did so to persuade her gently that she was wrong to place a reflection so low, and so to obtain from her an assurance that the idea should be abandoned? The latter, of course, would be infinitely the better, if only he could accomplish it. But he was conscious of his own hardness of manner, and was aware that he had never succeeded in establishing confidence between himself and his daughter. It was the thing for which he had longed, as a plain girl might long to possess the charms of an acknowledged beauty, as a poor little fellow five feet in height might long to have a cubit added to his stature. Though he was angry with her, how willingly would he take her into his arms, and assure her of his forgiveness? How anxious he would be to make her understand that nothing should be spared by him to add beauty and grace to her life? Only, as a matter of course, Mr. Tragear must be abandoned. But he knew of himself that he would not know how to begin to be tender and forgiving. He knew that he would not know how not to be stern and hard. But he must find out the history of it all. No doubt the man had been his son's friend, and had joined his party in Italy in his son's instance. But yet he had come to entertain an idea that Mrs. Finn had been the great promoter of the sin, and he thought that Tragear had told him that that lady had been concerned with the matter from the beginning. In all this there was a craving in his heart to lessen the amount of culpable responsibility which might seem to attach itself to the wife he had lost. He reached matching about eight, and ordered his dinner to be brought to him in his own study. When Lady Mary came to welcome him, he kissed her forehead, and bad her come to him after his dinner. Shall I not sit with you, papa, whilst you were eating it? She asked. But he merely told her that he would not trouble her to do that. Even in saying this he was so unusually tender to her that she assured herself that her lover had not as yet told his tale. The Duke's meals were not generally feasts for a loucullus. No man living perhaps cared less what he ate or knew less what he drank. In such matters he took what was provided for him, making his dinner off the first bit of meat that was brought, and simply ignoring anything offered to him afterwards. And he would drink what wine the servant gave him, mixing it whatever it might be with seltzer water. He had never been much given to the pleasures of the table, but this habit of simplicity had grown on him of late, till the Duchess used to tell him that his wants were so few that it was a pity he was not a hermit vowed to poverty. Very shortly a message was brought to Lady Mary, saying that her father wished to see her. She went at once and found him seated on a sofa, which stood close along the book-shelves on one side of the room. The table had already been cleared, and he was alone. He not only was alone, but had not even a pamphlet or newspaper in his hand. Then she knew that Trigir must have told the story. As this occurred to her, her legs almost gave way under her. Come and sit down, Mary, he said, pointing to the seat on the sofa beside himself. She sat down and took one of his hands within her own. Then, as he did not begin at once, she asked a question. Will Silverbridge stand for the county-papa? No, my dear. But for the town? Yes, my dear. And he won't be a liberal? I am afraid not. It is the cause of great unhappiness to me. But I do not know that I should be justified in any absolute opposition. A man is entitled to his own opinion, even though he be a very young man. I am so sorry that it should be so, papa, because it vexes you. I have many things to vex me. Things to break my heart. Poor Mama, she exclaimed. Yes, that above all others. But life and death are in God's hands, and even though we may complain, we can alter nothing. But whatever our sorrows are, while we are here, we must do our duty. I suppose he may be a good member of parliament, though he has turned conservative. I am not thinking about your brother. I am thinking about you. The poor girl gave a little start on the sofa. Do you know Mr. Triguer, he added? Yes, papa, of course I know him. You used to see him in Italy. I believe I did. I understand that he was there as a friend of Silverbridge, his most intimate friend, papa. I daresay he came to me in London yesterday and told me, oh Mary, can it be true? Yes, papa, she said, covered up to her forehead with blushes and with her eyes turned down. In the ordinary affairs of life she was a girl of great courage, who was not given to be shaken from her constancy by the pressure of any present difficulty, but now the terror inspired by her father's voice almost overpowered her. Do you mean to tell me that you have engaged yourself to that young man without my approval? Of course you were to have been asked, papa. Is that in accordance with your idea of what should be the conduct of a young lady in your position? Nobody meant to conceal anything from you, papa. It has been so far concealed, and yet this young man has the self-confidence to come to me and to demand your hand as though it were a matter of course that I should exceed to so trivial a request. It is, as a matter of course, quite impossible. You understand that, do you not? When she did not answer him at once, he repeated the question, I ask you whether you do not feel that it is altogether impossible? No, papa, she said, at the lowest possible whisper, but still in such a whisper that he could hear the word and with so much clearness that he could judge from her voice of the obstinacy of her mind. Then, Mary, it becomes my duty to tell you that it is quite impossible. I will not have it thought of. There must be an end of it. Why, papa? Why? I am astonished that you should ask me why. I should not have allowed him, papa, to go to you unless I had loved him. Then you must conquer your love. It is disgraceful and must be conquered. Disgraceful? Yes, I am sorry to use such a word to my own child, but it is so. If you will promise to be guided by me in this matter, if you will undertake not to see him any more, I will, if not forget it, at any rate pardon it, and be silent. I will excuse it because you were young and were thrown imprudently in his way. There has, I believe, been someone at work in this matter with whom I ought to be more angry than with you. Say that you will obey me, and there is nothing within a father's power that I will not do for you to make your life happy. It was thus that he strove not to be stern. His heart, indeed, was tender enough, but there was nothing tender in the tone of his voice or in the glance of his eye, though he was very positive in what he said, yet he was shy and shame-faced even with his own daughter. He, too, had blushed when he told her that she must conquer her love. That she should be told that she had disgraced herself was terrible to her. That her father should speak of her marriage with this man as an event that was impossible made her very unhappy. That he should talk of pardoning her as if for some great fault was in itself a misery. But she had not, on that account, the least idea of giving up her lover. Young as she was, she had her own peculiar theory on the matter, her own code of conduct and honor, from which she did not mean to be driven. Of course, she had not expected that her father would yield at the first word. He, no doubt, would wish that she should make a more exalted marriage. She had known that she would have to encounter opposition, though she had not expected to be told that she had disgraced herself. As she sat there, she resolved that under no pretense would she give up her lover, but she was so far abashed that she could not find words to express herself. He, too, had been silent for a few moments before he again asked her for her promise. Will you tell me, Mary, that you will not see him again? I don't think that I can say that, Papa. Why not? Oh, Papa, how can I, when of all the people in the world I love him the best? It is not without a pang that anyone can be told that she, who is of all the dearest, has some other one who to her is the dearest. Such pain fathers and mothers have to bear, and though I think the arrow is never so blunted, but that it leaves something of a wound behind, there is, in most cases, if not a perfect salve, still an ample consolation. The mother knows that it is good that her child should love some man better than all the world beside, and that she should be taken away to become a wife and a mother. And the father, when that delight of his eyes ceases to assure him that he is her nearest and dearest, though he abandoned the treasure of that nearestness and dearestness with a soft melancholy, still knows that it is as it should be. Of course, that other him is the person she loves the best in the world. Were it not so how evil a thing it would be that she should marry him? Were it not so with reference to some him, how void would her life be? But now, to the poor Duke, the wound had no salve, no consolation. When he was told that this young Tragear was the owner of his girl's sweet love, was the treasure of her heart, he shrank as though arrows with sharp points were pricking him all over. I will not hear of such love, he said. What am I to say, papa? Say that you will obey me. Then she sat silent. Do you not know that he is not fit to be your husband? No, papa. Then you cannot have thought much either of your position or of mine. He is a gentleman, papa. So is my private secretary. There is not a clerk in one of our public offices who does not consider himself to be a gentleman. The curate of the parish is a gentleman, and the medical man who comes here from Bradstock. The word is too vague to carry with it any meaning that ought to be serviceable to you in thinking of such a matter. I do not know any other way of dividing people, said she, showing thereby that she had altogether made up her mind as to what ought to be serviceable to her. You were not called upon to divide people. That division requires so much experience that you are bounded this matter to rely upon those to whom your obedience is due. I cannot but think you must have known that you were not entitled to give your love to any man without being assured that the man would be approved by me. He was going to say, your parents, but was stopped by the remembrance of his wife's imprudence. She saw it all, and was too noble to plead her mother's authority. But she was not too dutiful to cast a reproach upon him when he was so stern to her. You have been so little with me, papa. That is true, he said after a pause. That is true. It has been a fault, and I will bend it. It is a reason for forgiveness, and I will forgive you. But you must tell me that there shall be an end to this. No, papa. What do you mean? That as I love Mr. Tragear, and as I have told him so, and as I have promised him, I will be true to him. I cannot let there be an end to it. You do not suppose that you will be allowed to see him again? I hope so. Most assuredly not. Do you write to him? No, papa. Never? Never since we have been back in England. You must promise me that you will not write. She paused a moment before she answered him, and now she was looking him full in the face. I shall not write to him. I do not think I shall write to him, but I will not promise. Not promise me, your father? No, papa. It might be that I should do it. You would not wish me so to guard you that you should have no power of sending a letter but by permission? I should not like that. But it will have to be so. If I do write, I will tell you. And show me what you write? No, papa. Not that, but I will tell you what I have written. Then it occurred to him that this bargaining was altogether derogatory to his parental authority, and by no means likely to impress upon her mind the conviction that Regier must be completely banished from her thoughts. He began already to find out how difficult it would be for him to have the charge of such a daughter. How impossible that he should conduct such a charge with sufficient firmness and yet with sufficient tenderness. At present he had done no good. He had only been made more wretched than ever by her obstinacy. Surely he must pass her over to the charge of some lady, but of some lady who would be as determined as was he himself that she should not throw herself away by marrying Mr. Regier. There shall be no writing, he said, no visiting, no communication of any kind. As you refuse to obey me now, you had better go to your room. ANTHONY TROLLUP CHAPTER IX IN MADIAS RACE Perhaps the method of rushing at once in Madyas Race is, of all the ways of beginning a story, or a separate branch of a story, the least objectionable. The reader is made to think that the gold lies so near the surface that he will be required to take very little trouble in digging for it. And the writer is enabled, at any rate for a time, until his neck has become, as it were, warm to the collar, to throw off for him the difficulties and dangers, the tedium and prolixity of description. This rushing in Madyas Race has doubtless the charm of ease. Certainly, when I threw her from the garret window to the stony pavement below, I did not anticipate that she would fall so far without injury to life or limb. When a story has been begun after this fashion, without any prelude, without description of the garret or of the pavement, or of the Lady Throne or of the speaker, a great amount of trouble seems to have been saved. The mind of the reader fills up the blanks, if erroneously, still satisfactorily. He knows at least that the heroine has encountered a terrible danger, and has escaped from it with almost incredible good fortune, that the demon of the peace is a bold demon, not ashamed to speak of his own iniquity, and that the heroine and the demon are so far united that they have been in a garret together. But there is the drawback on the system, that it is almost impossible to avoid the necessity of doing, sooner or later, that which would naturally be done at first. It answers, perhaps, for half a dozen chapters, and to carry the reader pleasantly for half a dozen chapters is a great matter. But after that a certain nebulous darkness gradually seems to envelop the characters in the incidents. Is all this going on in the country, or is it in town, or perhaps in the colonies? How old was she? Was she tall? Is she fair? Is she heroine-like in her form and gait? And after all, how high was the garret window? I have always found that the details would insist on being told at last, and that by rushing in medius race I was simply presenting the cart before the horse. But as readers like the cart the best, I will do it once again, trying it only for a branch of my story, and will endeavor to let little as possible of the horse be seen afterwards. And so poor Frank has been turned out of heaven, said Lady Mabel Grex to Young Lord Silverbridge. Who told you that? I have said nothing about it to anybody. Of course he told me himself, said the young beauty. I am aware that, in the word beauty, and perhaps also in the word young, a little bit of the horse is appearing, and I am already sure that I shall have to show his head and neck, even if not his very tail. Poor Frank, did you hear it all? I heard nothing, Lady Mabel, and know nothing. You know that your awful governor won't let him stay any longer in Carleton Terrace. Yes, I know that. And why not? Would Lord Grex allow Percival to have his friends living here? Earl Grex was Lady Mabel's father. Lord Percival was the Earl's son, and the Earl lived in Belgrade Square. All these are little bits of the horse. Certainly not, in the first place I am here. That makes a difference, certainly. Of course it makes a difference. They would be wanting to make love to me. No doubt. I should, I know. And therefore it wouldn't do for you to live here, and then Papa is living here himself, and then the permission never has been given. I suppose Frank did not go there at first without the Duke knowing it. I daresay that I had mentioned it. You might as well tell me all about it. We are cousins, you know. Frank Tragear, through his mother's family, was second cousin to Lady Mabel, as was also Lord Silverbridge, one of the Grexes having, at some remote period, married a palacer. This is another bit of the horse. The Governor merely seemed to think that he would like to have his own house to himself, like other people. What an astragere was to say anything to you about it. I don't think he was an ass at all. Of course he had to tell us that he was changing his residence. He said that he is going to take a back bedroom somewhere near the Seven Dials. He has got very nice rooms in Duke Street. Have you seen him, then? Of course I have. Poor fellow! I wish he had a little money. He is so nice. And now, Lord Silverbridge, do you mean to say that there is not something in the wind about Lady Mary? If there were, I should not talk about it, said Lord Silverbridge. You are a very innocent young gentleman. And you are a very interesting young lady. You ought to think me so, for I interest myself very much about you. Was the Duke very angry about your not standing for the county? He was vexed. I do think it is so odd that a man should be expected to be this or that in politics, because his father happened to be so before him. I don't understand how he should expect that you should remain with a party so utterly snobbish and down in the world as the radicals. Everybody that is worth anything is leaving them. He has not left them. No, I don't suppose he could, but you have. I never belong to them, Lady Mab. And never will, I hope. I always told Papa that you would certainly be one of thus. All this took place in the drawing-room of Lord Grex's house. There was no Lady Grex alive, but there lived with the Earl a certain elderly lady reported to be in some distant way a cousin of the family named Miss Cassowary, who, in the matter of looking after Lady Mab, did what was supposed to be absolutely necessary. She now entered the room with her bonnet on, having just returned from church. What was the text? asked Lady Mab at once. If you had gone to church, as you ought to have done, my dear, you would have heard it. But as I didn't, I don't think the text alone will do you any good. And probably you forget it. No, I don't, my dear. How do you do, Lord Silverbridge? He is a conservative, Miss Cass. Of course he is. I am quite sure that a young nobleman of so much taste and intellect would take the better side. You forget that all you are saying is against my father and my family, Miss Cassowary? I dare say it was different when your father was a young man, and your father too was not very long since, at the head of a government which contained many conservatives. I don't look upon your father as a radical, though perhaps I should not be justified in calling him a conservative. Well, certainly not, I think. But now it is necessary that all noblemen in England should rally to the defense of their order. Miss Cassowary was a great politician. And was one of those who were always foreseeing the ruin of their country. My dear, I will go and take my bonnet off. Perhaps you will have tea when I come down. Don't you go, said Lady Mabel, when Silverbridge got up to take his departure. I always do when tea comes. But you are going to dine here. Not that I know of. In the first place, nobody has asked me. In the second place, I am engaged. Thirdly, I don't care about having to talk politics to Miss Cass. And fourthly, I hate family dinners on Sunday. In the first place, I ask you. Secondly, I know you are going to dine with Frank Tragear at the club. Thirdly, I want you to talk to me and not to Miss Cass. And fourthly, you are an uncivil young young young, I should say cub if I dared, to tell me that you don't like dining with me any day of the week. Of course you know what I mean is that I don't like troubling your father. Leave that to me. I shall tell him you are coming and Frank too. Of course you can bring him. Then he can talk to me when Papa goes down to his club, and you can arrange your politics with Miss Cass. So it was settled, and at eight o'clock Lord Silverbridge reappeared in Belgrave Square with Frank Tragear. Earl Grex was a nobleman of a very ancient family, the Grexes having held the parish of Grex and Yorkshire from some time long prior to the conquest. In saying all this, I am, I know, allowing the horse to appear wholesale, but I find that he cannot be kept out. I may as well go on to say that the present Earl was better known at Newmarket at the Buford, where he spent a large part of his life in playing wist than in the House of Lords. He was a gray-haired, handsome, worn-out old man who through a long life of pleasure had greatly impaired a fortune which for an Earl had never been magnificent, and who now strove hard, but not always successfully, to remedy that evil by gambling. As he could no longer eat and drink as he had used to do, and as he cared no longer for the light that lies in the lady's eye, there was not much left to him in the world but cards and racing. Nevertheless he was a handsome old man of polished manners when he chose to use them, a staunch conservative and much regarded by his party, for whom in his early life he had done some work in the House of Commons. Silverbridge is all very well, he had said, but I don't see why that young Tragear is to dine here every night of his life. This is the second time since he has been up in town, papa. He was here last week, I know. Silverbridge wouldn't come without him. That's the nonsense, said the Earl. Miss Cassowary gave a start, not we may presume, because she was shocked, for she could not be much shocked, having heard the same word from the same lips very often, but she thought it right always to enter a protest. Then the two young men were announced. Frank Tragear, having been known by the family as a boy, was frank to all of them, as was Lady Mabel, Mabel to him, somewhat to the disgust of the father, and not altogether with the approbation of Miss Cass. But Lady Mabel had declared that she would not be guilty of the folly of changing old habits. Silverbridge, being Silverbridge to all his own people, hardly seemed to have a Christian name. His godfathers and godmothers had indeed called him Plantagenet, but having only become acquainted with the family since his Oxford days, he was Lord Silverbridge to Lady Mabel. Lady Mabel had not as yet become Mabel to him, but, as by her very intimate friends she was called Mab, had allowed herself to be addressed by him as Lady Mab. There was thus between them all considerable intimacy. I'm used glad to hear it, said the Earl when dinner was announced. For though he could not eat much, Lord Grex was always impatient when the time of eating was at hand. Then he walked down alone. Lord Silverbridge followed with his daughter, and Frank Tragear gave his arm to Miss Cassowary. If that woman can't clear her soup better than that, she might as well go to the— said the Earl, upon which remark no one in the company made any observation. As there were two men-servants in the room when it was made, the cook probably had the advantage of it. It may be almost unnecessary to add that though the Earl had polished manners for certain occasions, he would sometimes fill them off in the bosom of his own family. My Lord, said Miss Cassowary, she always called him my Lord, Lord Silverbridge is going to stand for the Duke's borough in the conservative interest. I didn't know the Duke had a borough, said the Earl. He had one till he thought it proper to give it up, said the son, taking his father's part. And you are going to pay him off for what he has done by standing against him? It's just the sort of thing for a son to do these days. If I had a borough, Percival would go down and make radical speeches there. There isn't a better conservative in England than Percival, said Lady Mabel, bridling up. Nor a worse son, said the father. I believe he would do anything he could lay his hand on to oppose me. During the past week there had been some little difference of opinion between the father and the son as to the signing of a deed. My father does not take it in bad part at all, said Silverbridge. Perhaps he's ratting himself, said the Earl. When a man lends himself to a coalition, he is as good as half gone. I do not think that in all England there is so thorough a liberal as my father, said Lord Silverbridge. And when I say that he doesn't take this badly, I don't mean that it doesn't vex him. I know it vexes him. But he doesn't quarrel with me. He even wrote down to Barsicher to say that all my expenses at Silverbridge were to be paid. I call that very bad politics, said the Earl. It seems to me to be very grand, said Frank. Perhaps, sir, you don't know what is good or what is bad in politics, said the Earl, trying to snub his guest. But it was difficult to snub Frank. I know a gentleman when I see him, I think, he said. Of course, Silverbridge is right to be a conservative. Nobody has a stronger opinion about that than I have. But the Duke is behaving so well that if I were he, I should almost regret it. And so I do, said Silverbridge. When the ladies were gone, the old Earl turned himself round to the fire, having filled his glass and pushed the bottles away from him, as though he meant to leave the two young men to themselves. He sat leaning with his head on his hand, looking the picture of woe. It was now only nine o'clock, and there would be no whisked at the Buford till eleven. There was still more than an hour to be endured before the broom would come to fetch him. I suppose we shall have a majority, said Frank, trying to rouse him. Who does we mean? asked the Earl. The conservatives, of whom I take the liberty to call myself one. It sounded as though you were a very influential member of the party. I consider myself to be one of the party, and so I say we. Upstairs in the drawing-room, Ms. Cassowary did her duty loyally. It was quite right that young ladies and young gentlemen should be allowed to talk together, and very right indeed that such a young gentleman as Lord Silverbridge should be allowed to talk to such a young lady as Lady Mabel. What could be so nice as a marriage between the heir of the House of Omnium and Lady Mabel Grex? Lady Mabel looked indeed to be the elder, but they were in truth the same age. All the world acknowledged that Lady Mabel was very clever, and very beautiful, and fit to be a duchess. Even the Earl, when Ms. Cassowary hinted at the matter to him, grunted an assent. Lady Mabel had already refused one or two not ineligible offers, and it was necessary that something should be done. There had been at one time a fear in Ms. Cassowary's bosom lester charge and fall too deeply in love with Frank for gear. But Ms. Cassowary knew that whatever danger there might have been in that respect had passed away. Frank was willing to talk to her, while Mabel and Lord Silverbridge were in a corner together. I shall be on tenterhooks now till I know how it is to be at Silverbridge, said the young lady. It is very good of you to feel so much interest. Of course I feel an interest. Are you not one of us? When is it to be? They say that the elections will be over before the derby. And which do you care for the most? I should like to pull off the derby I own. From what Papa says, I should think the other event is the more probable. Doesn't the Earl stand to win on Prime Minister? I never know anything about his betting, but you know his way. He said you were going to drop a lot of money like a— I can't quite tell you what he likened you to. The Earl may be mistaken. You were not betting much, I hope. Not plunging, but I have a little money on. Don't get into a way of betting. Why? What difference does it make to you? Is that kind, Lord Silverbridge? I meant to say that if I did make a mess of it you wouldn't care about it. Yes, I should. I should care very much. I dare say you could lose a great deal of money and care nothing about it. Indeed, I could not. What would be a great deal of money to me? But you would want to get it back again. And in that way you would be regularly on the turf. And why not? I want to see better things from you. You ought not to preach against the turf, Lady Mab. Because of papa, but I am not preaching against the turf. If I were such as you are, I should have a horse into myself. A man in your position should do a little of everything. You should hunt and have a yacht and stalk deer, and keep your own trainer at Newmarket. I wish you'd say all that to my father. Of course I mean if you can afford it. I like a man to like pleasure, but I despise a man who makes a business of his pleasures. When I hear that this man is the best wisp player in London, and that man the best billiard player, I always know that they can do nothing else, and then I despise them. You needn't despise me because I do nothing well, said he, as he got up to take his leave. I do so hope you'll get the seat and win the derby. These were her last words to him as she wished him good night. Recording by Leanne Howlett. The Duke's Children by Antony Trollop. Why not like Romeo if I feel like Romeo? That's nonsense, Miss Cass, and I shall, said Lady Mabel. They were together, on the morning after the little dinner party described in the last chapter, in a small back-sitting room, which was supposed to be Lady Mabel's own, and the servant had just announced the fact that Mr. Tragear was below. Then I shall go down, too, said Miss Cassowary. You'll do nothing of the kind. Will you please to tell me what it is you are afraid of? Do you think that Frank is going to make love to me again? No. Or that if I chose that he should, I would let you stop me? He is in love with somebody else, and perhaps I am too, and we are two paupers. My Lord would not approve of it. If you know what my Lord approves of and what he disapproves, you understand him a great deal better than I do, and if you mind what he approves or disapproves, you care for his opinion a great deal more than I do. My cousin is here now to talk to me about his own affairs, and I mean to see him alone. Then she left the little room and went down to that in which Frank was waiting for her without the company of Miss Cassowary. Do you really mean, she said after they had been together for some minutes, that you had the courage to ask the Duke for his daughter's hand? Why not? I believe you would dare do anything. I couldn't very well take it without asking him. As I am not acquainted with the young lady, I don't know how that might be. And if I took her so, I should have to take her empty-handed, which wouldn't suit, would it? It wouldn't suit for her, whose comforts and happiness are much more to me than my own. No doubt, of course you are terribly in love. Very thoroughly in love, I think I am. For the tenth time, I should say. For the second only. I don't regard myself as a monument of constancy, but I think I am less fickle than some other people. Meaning me. Not especially. Frank, that is ill-natured and almost unmanly, and false also. When have I been fickle? You say that there was one before with you. I say that there has never really been one with me at all. No one knows that better than yourself. I cannot afford to be in love till I am quite sure that the man is fit to be and will be my husband. I doubt sometimes whether you are capable of being in love with anyone. I think I am, she said very gently, but I am at any rate capable of not being in love till I wish it. Come, Frank, do not quarrel with me. You know, you ought to know, that I should have loved you had it not been that such love would have been bad for both of us. It is a kind of self-restraint I do not understand. Because you are not a woman. Why did you twit me with changing my love? Because I am a woman. Can't you forgive as much as that to me? Certainly. Only you must not think that I have been false because I now love her so dearly. I do not think you are false. I would do anything to help you if there were anything I could do. But when you spoke so like a Romeo of your love, why not like a Romeo if I feel like a Romeo? But I doubt whether Romeo talked much to Rosaline of his love for Juliet, but you shall talk to me of yours for Lady Mary, and I will listen to you patiently and encourage you and will not even think of those former vows. The former vows were foolish. Oh, of course. You at least used to say so. I say so now. And they shall be as though they had never been spoken. So you bearded the duke in his den and asked him for Lady Mary's hand, just as though you had been a young duke yourself and owned half a county. Just the same. And what did he say? He swore that it was impossible. Of course I knew all that before. How will it be now? You will not give it up? Certainly not. And Lady Mary? One human being can perhaps never answer for another with perfect security. But you feel sure of her? I do. He, I should think, can be very imperious. And so can she. The palisters are all obstinate. Is Silverbridge obstinate? She asked. Stiff-necked is a bull if he takes it into his head to be so. I shouldn't have thought it. No, because he is so soft in his manner and often finds it easier to be led by others than to direct himself. Then she remained silent for a few seconds. They were both thinking of the same thing and both wishing to speak of it. But the words came to her first. I wonder what he thinks of me. Whereupon Tragear only smiled. I suppose he has spoken to you about me. Why do you ask? Why? And why should I tell you? Suppose he should have said to me in the confidence of friendship that he thinks you ugly and stupid. I am sure he has not said that. He has eyes to see and ears to hear. But though I am neither ugly nor stupid, he needn't like me. Do you want him to like you? Yes, I do. Oh yes, you may laugh. But if I did not think that I could be a good wife to him, I would not take his hand even to become Duchess of Omnium. Do you mean that you love him, Mabel? No, I do not mean that. But I would learn to love him. You did not believe that? Here he smiled again and shook his head. It is, as I said before, because you are not a woman and do not understand how women are trampled. Do you think ill of me because I say this? No, indeed. Do not think ill of me if you can help it, because you were almost the only friend that I can trust. I almost trust dear old Cass, but not quite. She is old-fashioned and I shock her. As for other women, there isn't one anywhere to whom I would say a word. Only think how a girl such as I am is placed, or indeed any girl. You, if you see a woman that you fancy, can pursue her, can win her in triumph, or lose her and gnaw your heart. At any rate, you can do something. You can tell her that you love her, can tell her so again and again, even though she should scorn you. You can set yourself about the business you have taken in hand and can work hard at it. What can a girl do? Girls work hard, too, sometimes. Of course they do, but everybody feels that they are sinning against their sex. Of love, such as a man's is, a woman ought to know nothing. How can she love with passion, when she should never give her love till it has been asked, and not then unless her friends tell her that the thing is suitable? Love such as that to me is out of the question. But as it is fit that I should be married, I wish to be married well. And you will love him after a fashion? Yes, after a very sterling fashion. I will make his wishes my wishes, his ways my ways, his party my party, his home my home, his ambition my ambition, his honor my honor. As she said this she stood up with her hands clenched and had erect and her eyes flashing. Do you not know me well enough to be sure that I should be loyal to him? Yes, I think that you would be loyal. Whether I loved him or not he should love me. And you think that Silverbridge would do? Yes, I think that Silverbridge would do. You no doubt will say that I am flying high? Not too high. Why should you not fly high? If I can justify myself, surely I cannot accuse you. It is hardly the same thing, Frank. Of course there is not a girl in London to whom Lord Silverbridge would not be the best match that she could make. He has the choice of us all. Most girls would think twice before refusing him. Very few would think twice before accepting him. Perhaps he wishes to add to his wealth by marrying Richley, as his father did. No thought on that subject will ever trouble him. That will be all as it happens. As soon as he takes a sufficient fancy to a girl he will ask her straight off. I do not say that he might not change afterwards, but he would meet it at the time. If he had once said the word to me, he should not change. But then what right have I to expect it? What has he ever said about me? Very little. But had he said much, I should not tell you. You are my friend, which you are his too, and he perhaps is more to you than I am. As his friend it may be your duty to tell him all that I am saying, if so I have been wrong. Do you think that I shall do that, Mabel? I do not know. Men are so strong in their friendships. Mine with you is the older and the sweeter, though we may not be more than friends. I will say that it is the more tender. In my heart of hearts I do not think that Silverbridge could do better. Thanks for that, Frank. I shall tell him nothing of you that can set him against you. I shall tell him nothing of you that can set him against you. And you would be glad to see me his wife, she said. As you must be somebody's wife and not mine. I cannot be yours, Frank, can I? And not mine, he repeated. I will endeavor to be glad. Who can explain his feelings in such a matter? Though I most truly love the girl I hope to marry, yet my heart goes back to former things and opens itself to past regrets. I know it all, she whispered. But you and I must be too wise to permit ourselves to be tormented by such foolish melancholy. As he said this he took her hand. Half would the purpose of bidding her goodbye, but partly with the idea of giving some expression to the tenderness of his feelings. But as he did so the door was opened and the old earl shambled into the room. What the deuce are you doing here, he said. I have been talking to Lady Mabel. For about an hour. Indeed I do not know for how long. Papa he is going to be married. When she said this Frank Tragear turned round and looked at her almost in anger. Going to be married, is he? Who is the fortunate woman? I do not think he will let me tell you. Not yet I think, said Frank Gloomily. There is nothing settled. The old earl looked puzzled, but Lady Mabel's craft had been successful. If this objectionable young second cousin had come there to talk about his marriage with another young woman, the conversation must have been innocent. Where is Miss Cassowary? asked the earl. I asked her not to come down with me because Frank wished to speak to me about his own affairs. You have no objection to his coming, Papa? There had been objections raised to any intimacy with Frank Tragear, but all that was now nearly two years since. He had been assured over and over again by Miss Cassowary that he need not be afraid of Frank Tragear and had in a sort of way assented to the young man's visits. I think you might find something better to do with his time than hanging about here all day. Frank, shrugging his shoulders and having shaken hands both with the daughter and father, took his hat and departed. Who is the girl? asked the earl. You heard him say that I was not to tell. Has she got money? I believe she will have a great deal. Then she is a great fool for her pains. Said the earl, shambling off again. Lady Mabel spent the greater part of the afternoon alone, endeavoring to recall to her mind all that she had said to Frank Tragear, and questioning herself as to the wisdom and truth of her own words. She had intended to tell the truth, but hardly perhaps the whole truth. The life which was before her, which it was necessary that she should lead, seemed to her to be so difficult. She could not clearly see her way to be pure and good and feminine, and at the same time wise. She had been false now, so far false that she had told her friend that she had never been in love. But she was in love. In love with him, Frank Tragear. She knew it as thoroughly as it was possible for her to know anything, and had acknowledged it to herself a score of times. But she could not marry him. And it was expected, nay almost necessary, that she should marry someone. To that someone how good she would be. How she would strive by duty and attention, and if possible by affection, to make up for that misfortune of her early love. And so I hope that I have brought my cart into its appointed place in the front, without showing too much of the horse. End of Chapter 10 Recording by Leanne Howlett Chapter 11 of The Duke's Children This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Leanne Howlett The Duke's Children by Antony Trollop Chapter 11 Cruel For two or three days after the first scene between the Duke and his daughter, that scene in which she was forbidden either to see or to write to her lover, not a word was said at matching about Mr. Tragear, nor were any steps taken towards curtailing her liberty of action. She had said she would not write to him without telling her father, and the Duke was too proud of the honor of his family to believe it to be possible that she should deceive him. Nor was it possible. Not only would her own idea of duty prevent her from writing to her lover, although she had stipulated for the right to do so in some possible emergency, but carried far beyond that in her sense of what was right and wrong, she felt it now incumbent on her to have no secret from her father at all. The secret, as long as it had been a secret, had been a legacy from her mother, and had been kept, at her lover's instance, during that period of mourning for her mother, in which it would, she thought, have been in decorous that there should be any question of love or of giving in marriage. It had been a burden to her, though a necessary burden. She had been very clear that the revelation should be made to her father when it was made by her lover. That had been done, and now it was open to her to live without any secrecy, as was her nature. She meant to cling to her lover. She was quite sure of that. Nothing could divide her from him but his death or hers, or falseness on his part. But as to marriage, that would not be possible till her father had assented. And as to seeing the man. Ah, yes, if she could do so with her father's assent. She would not be ashamed to own her great desire to see him. She would tell her father that all her happiness depended upon seeing him. She would not be coy in speaking of her love, but she would obey her father. She had a strong idea that she would ultimately prevail. An idea also that that, ultimately, should not be postponed to some undefined middle-aged period of her life. As she intended to belong to Frank Tragear, she thought it expedient that he should have the best of her days, as well as what might be supposed to be the worst. And she therefore resolved that it would be her duty to make her father understand that though she would certainly obey him, she would look to be treated humanely by him, and not to be made miserable for an indefinite term of years. The first word spoken between them on the subject, the first word after that discussion, began with him, and was caused by his feeling that her present life at matching must be sad and lonely. Lady Cantrip had again written that she would be delighted to take her. But Lady Cantrip was in London, and must be in London, at any rate when Parliament should again be sitting. A London life would perhaps at present hardly suit Lady Mary. Then a plan had been prepared which might be convenient. The Duke had a house at Richmond, on the river, called the Horns. That should be lent to Lady Cantrip, and Mary should there be her guest. So it was settled between the Duke and Lady Cantrip. But as yet Lady Mary knew nothing of the arrangement. I think I shall go up to town to-morrow, said the Duke to his daughter. For long? I shall be gone only one night. It is on your behalf that I am going. On my behalf, papa? I have been writing to Lady Cantrip. Not about Mr. Trigir? No, not about Mr. Trigir, said the father with a mixture of anger and solemnity in his tone. It is my desire to regard Mr. Trigir as though he did not exist. That is not possible, papa. I have alluded to the inconvenience of your position here. Why is it inconvenient? You are too young to be without a companion. It is not fit that you should be so much alone. I do not feel it. It is very melancholy for you, and cannot be good for you. They will go down to the horns, so that you will not be absolutely in London, and you will find Lady Cantrip a very nice person. I do not care for new people just now, papa, she said. But to this he paid but little heed, nor was she prepared to say that she would not do as he directed. When therefore he left matching, she understood that he was going to prepare a temporary home for her. Nothing further was said about Trigir. She was too proud to ask that no mention of his name should be made to Lady Cantrip, and he, when he left the house, did not think that he would find himself called upon to allude to the subject. But when Lady Cantrip made some inquiry about the girl and her habits, asking what were her ordinary occupations, how she was accustomed to pass her hours, to what she chiefly devoted herself, then at last, with much difficulty, the Duke did bring himself to tell the story. Perhaps it is better you should know it all, he said as he told it. Poor girl! Yes, Duke, upon the whole it is better that I should know it all, said Lady Cantrip. Of course he will not come here. Oh, dear, I hope not. Nor to the horns. I hope he will never see her again anywhere, said the Duke. Poor girl! Have I not been right? Is it not best to put an end to such a thing at once? Certainly at once, if it has to be put an end to, and can be put an end to. It must be put an end to, said the Duke very decidedly. Do you not see that it must be so? Who is Mr. Trigir? I suppose they were allowed to be together. He was unfortunately intimate with Silverbridge, who took him over to Italy. He has nothing, not even a profession. Lady Cantrip could not but smile when she remembered the immense wealth of the man who was speaking to her, and the Duke saw the smile and understood it. You will understand what I mean, Lady Cantrip, if this young man were in other respects suitable, of course I could find an income for them, but he is nothing, just an idle seeker for pleasure without the means of obtaining it. That is very bad. As for rank, continued the Duke energetically, I do not think that I am specially wedded to it. I have found myself as willing to associate with those who are without it as with those who have it, but for my child I would wish her to mate with one of her own class. It would be best. When a young man comes to me who, though I believe him to be what is called a gentleman, has neither rank nor means nor profession nor name, and asked for my daughter, surely I am right to say that such a marriage shall not be thought of. Was I not right? demanded the Duke persistently. But it is a pity that it should be so. It is a pity that they should ever have come together. It is indeed, indeed to be lamented, and I will own it once that the fault was not hers, though I must be firm in this. You are not to suppose that I am angry with her. I have myself been to blame. This, he said, with the resolution that, as he and his wife had been one flesh, all faults committed by her should, now that she was dead, be accepted by him as his faults. It had not occurred to me that as yet she would love any man. Has it gone deep with her, Duke? I fear that all things go deep with her. Poor girl. But they shall be kept apart. As long as your great kindness has continued to her, they shall be kept apart. I do not think that I should be found good at watching a young lady. She will require no watching. Then, of course, they will not meet. She had better know that you have told me. She shall know it. And let her know also that anything I can do to make her happy shall be done. But, Duke, there is but one cure. Time, you mean. Yes, time, but I did not mean time. Then she smiled as she went on. You must not suppose that I am speaking against my own sex, if I say that she will not forget Mr. Tragear till someone else has made himself agreeable to her. We must wait till she can go out a little into society. Then she will find out that there are others in the world besides Mr. Tragear. It so often is the case that a girl's love means her sympathy for him who is chance to be nearest to her. The Duke as he went away thought very much of what Lady Cantrip had said to him, particularly of those last words, till someone else has made himself agreeable to her. Was he to send his girl into the world in order that she might find a lover? There was something in the idea which was thoroughly distasteful to him. He had not given his mind much to the matter, but he felt that a woman should be sought for, sought for, and extracted cunningly, as it were, from some hiding place, and not sent out into a market to be exposed as for sale. In his own personal history there had been a misfortune, a misfortune the sense of which he could never at any moment have expressed to any ears, the memory of which had been always buried in his own bosom. But a misfortune in that no such cunning extraction on his part had won for him the woman to whose hands had been confided the strings of his heart. His wife had undergone that process of extraction before he had seen her, and his marriage with her had been a matter of sagacious bargaining. He was now told that his daughter must be sent out among young men, in order that she might become sufficiently fond of some special one to be regardless of Tragear. There was a feeling that in doing so she must lose something of the freshness of the bloom of her innocence. How was this transfer of her love to be affected? Let her go here because she will meet the heir of this wealthy house, who may probably be smitten by her charms, or there because that other young Lordling would make a fit husband for her. Let us contrive to throw her into the arms of this man, or put her into the way of that man. Was his girl to be exposed to this? Surely that method of bargaining to which he had owed his own wife would be better than that. Let it be said, only he himself most certainly could not be the person to say it. Let it be said to some man of rank and means and fairly good character. Here is a wife for you with so many thousand pounds, with beauty, as you can see for yourself, with rank and belongings of the highest. Very good in every respect. Only that as regards her heart she thinks she has given it to a young man named Tragear. No marriage there is possible, but perhaps the young lady might suit you. It was thus he had been married. There was an absence in it of that romance which, though he had never experienced it in his own life, was always present to his imagination. His wife had often ridiculed him because he could only live among figures and official details, but to her had not been given the power of looking into a man's heart and feeling all that was there. Yes, in such bargaining for a wife, in such bargaining for a husband, there could be nothing of the tremulous delicacy of feminine romance, but it would be better than standing at a stall in the market till the sufficient purchaser should come. It never occurred to him that the delicacy, the innocence, the romance, the bloom might all be preserved if he would give his girl to the man whom she said she loved. Could he have modeled her future course according to his own wishes? He would have had her live a gentle life for the next three years, with the pencil perhaps in her hand or a music book before her, and then come forth, cleaned as it were by such quarantine from the impurity to which she had been subjected. When he was back at matching he at once told his daughter what he had arranged for her, and then there took place a prolonged discussion both as to his view of her future life and as to her own. You did tell her then about Mr. Tragear, she asked. As she is to have charge of you for a time, I thought it best. Perhaps it is. Perhaps you were afraid. No, I was not afraid, he said angrily. You need not be afraid. I shall do nothing elsewhere that I would not do here, and nothing anywhere without telling you. I know I can trust you. But, Papa, I shall always intend to marry Mr. Tragear. No, he exclaimed. Yes, always. I want you to understand exactly how it is. Nothing you can do can separate me from him. Mary, that is very wicked. It cannot be wicked to tell the truth, Papa. I mean to try to do all that you tell me. I shall not see him or write to him, unless there should be some very particular reason, and if I did see him or write to him I would tell you. And, of course, I should not think of marrying without your leave, but I shall expect you to let me marry him. Never. Then I shall think you are cruel, and you will break my heart. You should not call your father cruel. I hope you will not be cruel. I can never permit you to marry this man. It would be altogether improper. I cannot allow you to say that I am cruel because I do what I feel to be my duty. You will see other people. A great many, perhaps, and will learn to forget him. Never. I will not forget him. I should hate myself if I thought it possible. What would love be worth if it could be forgotten in that way? As he heard this he reflected whether his own wife, this girl's mother, had ever forgotten her early love for that burgo Fitzgerald whom in her girlhood she had wished to marry. When he was leaving her she called him back again. There is one other thing I think I ought to say, Papa. If Lady Cantrip speaks to me about Mr. Triguer, I can only tell her what I have told you. I shall never give him up. I shall never give him up. When he heard this he turned angrily from her, almost stamping his foot upon the ground when she quietly left the room. Cruel. She had told him that he would be cruel if he opposed her love. He thought he knew of himself that he could not be cruel, even to a fly, even to a political opponent. There could be no cruelty without dishonesty. And did he not always struggle to be honest? Cruel to his own daughter. At Richmond. The pity of it. The pity of it. It was thus that Lady Cantrip looked at it. From what the girl's father had said to her she was disposed to believe that the malady had gone deep with her. All things go deep with her, he had said. And she too from other sources had heard something of this girl. She was afraid that it would go deep. It was a thousand pitties. Then she asked herself whether the marriage ought to be regarded as impossible. The duke had been very positive, had declared again and again that it was quite impossible, had so expressed himself as to make her aware that he intended her to understand that he would not yield whatever the sufferings of the girl might be. But Lady Cantrip knew the world well, and was aware that in such matters daughters are apt to be stronger than their fathers. He had declared Tragear to be a young man with very small means, and intent on such pleasures has required great means for their enjoyment. No worse character could be given to a gentleman who had proposed himself as a son-in-law. But Lady Cantrip thought it possible that the duke might be mistaken in this. She had never seen Mr. Tragear, but she fancied that she had heard his name, and that the name had been connected with a character different from that which the duke had given him. Lady Cantrip, who at this time was a young looking woman, not much above forty, had two daughters, both of whom were married. The younger, about a year since, had become the wife of Lord Nitterdale, a middle-aged young man who had been long about town, a cousin of the late Duchess, the heir to a marquiset, and a member of Parliament. The marriage had not been considered to be very brilliant, but the husband was himself good-natured and pleasant, and Lady Cantrip was fond of him. In the first place she went to him for information. Oh, yes, I know him. He's one of our set at the beer-garden. Not your set now, I hope, she said, laughing. Well, I don't see so much of them as I used to do. Tragear is not a bad fellow at all. He's always with Silverbridge. When Silverbridge does what Tragear tells him, he goes along pretty straight. But, unfortunately, there's another man called Tifto, and when Tifto is in the Ascendant, then Silverbridge is apt to get a little astray. He's not in debt, then. Who, Tragear? I should think he's the last man in the world to owe a penny to anyone. Is he a betting man? Oh, dear no, quite the other way up. He's a severe, sarcastic, bookish sort of fellow, a chap who knows everything, and turns up his nose at people who know nothing. Has he got anything of his own? Not much, I should say, if he had had any money he would have married Lady Madgrex last year. Lady Cantrip was inclined from what she now learned to think that the Duke must be wrong about the young man, but before Lady Mary joined her she made further inquiry. She, too, knew Lady Mabel, and, knowing Lady Mabel, she knew Miss Cassowary. She contrived to find herself alone with Miss Cassowary, and asked some further questions about Mr. Tragear. He is a cousin of my lords, said Miss Cass. So I thought. I wonder what sort of young man he is. He is a good deal with Lord Silverbridge. Then Miss Cassowary spoke her opinion very plainly. If Lord Silverbridge had nobody worse about him than Mr. Tragear, he would not come to much harm. I suppose he's not very well off. No, certainly not. He will have a property of some kind, I believe, when his mother dies. I think very well of Mr. Tragear. I think very well of Mr. Tragear. Only I wish that he had a profession. But why are you asking about him, Lady Cantrip? Nitterdale was talking to me about him and saying he was so much with Lord Silverbridge. Lord Silverbridge is going into Parliament now, and, as it were, beginning the world, and it would be a thousand pitties, that he should get into bad hands. It may, however, be doubted whether Miss Cassowary was hoodwinked by this little story. Early in the second week in May the Duke brought his daughter up to the horns, and at the same time expressed his intention of remaining in London. When he did so, Lady Mary at once asked whether she might not be with him. But he would not permit it. The house in London would, he said, be more gloomy even than matching. I'm quite ashamed of giving you so much trouble, Lady Mary said to her new friend. We are delighted to have you, my dear. But I know that you have been obliged to leave London because I am with you. There is nothing I like so much as this place, which your father has been kind enough to lend us. As for London, there is nothing now to make me like being there. Both my girls are married, and therefore I regard myself as an old woman who has done her work. Don't you think this place is very much nicer than London at this time of year? I don't know London at all. I had only just been brought out when poor Mama went abroad. The life they led was very quiet, and must probably have been felt to be dull by Lady Cantrip in spite of her old age and desire for retirement. But the place itself was very lovely. May, of all months of the year, is in England the most insidious, the most dangerous, and the most inclement. A great coat cannot be endured, and without a great coat who can endure a may wind and live. But of all months it is the prettiest, the grasses are then the greenest, and the young foliage of the trees, while it has all the glory and all the colour of spring vegetation, does not hide the form of the branches, as do the heavy masses of the larger leaves, which come in the advancing summer. And, of all the villas near London, the horns was the sweetest, the broad green lawn swept down to the very margin of the Thames, which absolutely washed the fringe of grass when the tide was high. And here, along the bank, was a row of flowering ashes, the drooping boughs of which in places touched the water. It was one of those spots which, when they are first seen, make the beholder feel that to be able to live there, and look at it always, would be happiness enough for life. At the end of the week there came a visitor to see Lady Mary, a very pretty carriage was driven up to the door of the horns, and the servant asked for Lady Mary Palliser. The owner of that carriage was Mrs. Finn. Now it must be explained to the reader that there had never been any friendship between Mrs. Finn and the Lady Cantrip, though the ladies had met each other. The great political intimacy which had existed between the Duke and Lord Cantrip had created some intimacy also between their wives. The Duchess and Lady Cantrip had been friends, after a fashion, but Mrs. Finn had never been cordially accepted by those among whom Lady Cantrip chiefly lived. When, therefore, the name was announced, the servant expressly stating that the visitor had asked for Lady Mary, Lady Cantrip, who was, with her guest, had to bethink herself what she would do. The Duke, who was at this time very full of wrath against Mrs. Finn, had not mentioned this lady's name when delivering up the charge of his daughter to Lady Cantrip. At this moment it occurred to her that not improbably Mrs. Finn would cease to be included in the intimacies of the palacer family from the time of the death of the Duchess, that the Duke would not care to maintain the old relations, and that he would be as little anxious to do it for his daughter as for himself. If so, could it be right that Mrs. Finn should come down here to a house which was now in the occupation of a lady with whom she was not on inviting terms, in order that she might thus force herself on the Duke's daughter? Mrs. Finn had not left her carriage, but had sent in to ask if Lady Mary could see her. In all this there was considerable embarrassment. She looked round at her guest, who had at once risen from her chair. Would you wish to see her? asked Lady Cantrip. Oh yes, certainly. Have you seen her since, since you came home from Italy? Oh dear yes, she was down at matching when poor Mama died, and Papa persuaded her to remain afterwards. Of course I will see her. Then the servant was desired to ask Mrs. Finn to come in, and while this was being done Lady Cantrip retired. Mrs. Finn embraced her young friend, and asked after her welfare, and after the welfare of the house in which she was staying, a house with which Mrs. Finn herself had been well acquainted, and said half a dozen pretty little things in her own quiet pretty way, before she spoke of the matter which had really bought her to the horns on that day. I have had a correspondence with your father, Mary. Indeed? And unfortunately one that has been far from agreeable to me. I am sorry for that, Mrs. Finn. So am I, very sorry. I may say with perfect truth, that there is no man in the world except my own husband, for whom I feel so perfect and esteem as I do for your father. If it were not that I do not like to be carried away by strong language, I would speak of more than esteem. Through your dear mother I have watched his conduct closely, and have come to think that there is perhaps no other man, at the same time so just and so patriotic. Now he is very angry with me, and most unjustly angry. Is it about me? Yes, it is about you. Had it not been altogether about you, I would not have troubled you. And about? Yes, about Mr. Tragear also. When I tell you that there has been a correspondence, I must explain that I have written one long letter to the Duke, and that in answer I have received a very short one. That has been the whole correspondence. Here is your father's letter to me. Then she brought out of her pocket a note, which Lady Mary read, covered with blushes as she did so. The note was as follows. The Duke of Omnium understands from Mrs. Finn's letter that Mrs. Finn, while she was the Duke's guest at matching, was aware of a certain circumstance affecting the Duke's honor and happiness, which circumstance she certainly did not communicate to the Duke. The Duke thinks that the trust, which had been placed in Mrs. Finn, should have made such a communication imperative. The Duke feels that no further correspondence between himself and Mrs. Finn on the matter could lead to any good result. Do you understand it, asked Mrs. Finn? I think so. It simply means this, that when at matching, he had thought me worthy of having for a time the charge of you, and of your welfare, that he had trusted me, who was the friend of your dear mother, to take for a time in regard to you the place which had been so unhappily left vacant by her death. And it means also, that I deceived him and betrayed that trust by being privy to an engagement on your part, of which he disapproves, and of which he was not then aware. I suppose he does mean that. Yes, Lady Mary, that is what he means. And he means further to let me know, that as I did so fowly betray the trust which he had placed in me, that as I had consented to play the part of assistant to you in that secret engagement, therefore he cast me off as altogether unworthy of his esteem and acquaintance. It is as though he had told me in so many words, that among women he had known none more vile or more false than I. Not that, Mrs. Finn? Yes, that, all of that. He tells me that, and then says that there shall be no more word spoken or written about it. I can hardly submit to so stern a judgment. You know the truth, Lady Mary. Do not call me, Lady Mary. Do not quarrel with me. If your father has quarreled with me, it would not be fit that you and I should be friends. Your duty to him would forbid it. I should not have come to you now, did I not feel that I am bound to justify myself. The thing of which I am accused is so repugnant to me, that I am obliged to do something, and to say something, even though the subject itself be one on which I would so willingly be silent. What can I do, Mrs. Finn? It was Mr. Tragear who first told me that your father was angry with me. He knew what I had done and why, and he was bound to tell me in order that I might have an opportunity of setting myself right with the Duke. Then I wrote and explained everything, how you had told me of the engagement, and how I had then urged Mr. Tragear that he should not keep such a matter secret from your father. In answer to my letter, I have received that. Shall I write and tell Papa? He should be made to understand that from the moment in which I heard of the engagement, I was urgent with you, and with Mr. Tragear, that he should be informed of it. You will remember what passed. I remember it all. I did not conceive it to be my duty to tell the Duke myself, but I did conceive it to be my duty to see he should be told. Now he writes as though I had known the secret from the first, and as though I had been concealing it from him at the very moment in which he was asking me to remain it matching on your behalf. That I consider to be hard and unjust. I cannot deny what he says. I did know of it while I was at matching, for it was at matching that you told me. But he implies that I knew it before. When you told me your story, I did feel that it was my duty to see that the matter was not kept longer from him, and I did my duty. Now your father takes upon himself to rebuke me, and takes upon himself at the same time to forbid me to write to him again. I will tell him all, Mrs. Finn. Let him understand this. I do not wish to write to him again. After what has passed I cannot say I wish to see him again, but I think he should acknowledge to me that he has been mistaken. He need not then fear that I shall trouble him with any reply, but I shall know that he has acquitted me of a fault of which I cannot bear to think I should be accused. Then she took a somewhat formal, though not very formal, thought of me. She knows still and affectionate farewell of the girl. I want to see Papa as soon as possible, said Lady Mary, when she was again with Lady Cantrip. The reason for her wish was soon given, and then the whole story told. You do not think that she should have gone to Papa at once, Lady Mary asked? It was a point of moral law on which the elder woman, who had had girls of her own, found it hard to give an immediate answer. It certainly is expedient that parents should know at once of any engagement by which their daughters may seek to contract themselves. It is expedient that they should be able to prevent any secret contracts. Lady Cantrip felt strongly that Mrs. Finn, having accepted the confidential charge of the daughter, could not, without gross betrayal of trust, allow herself to be the depository of such a secret. But she did not allow herself, said Lady Mary, pleading for her friend. But she left the house without telling him, my dear. But it was because of what she did that he was told. That is true, but I doubt whether she should have left him an hour in ignorance. But it was I who told her she would have betrayed me. She was not a fit recipient for your confidence, Mary. But I do not wish to accuse her. She seems to be a high-minded woman, and I think that your Papa has been hard upon her. And Mama knew it always, said Mary. To this Lady Cantrip could give no answer. Whatever cause for anger the Duke might have against Mrs. Finn, there had been cause for much more against his wife. But she had freed herself from all accusation by death. Lady Mary wrote to her father, declaring that she was most particularly anxious to see him and talk to him about Mrs. Finn. End of CHAPTER XII. CHAPTER XIII. The Duke's Injustice No advantage whatever was obtained by Lady Mary's interview with her father. He persisted that Mrs. Finn had been untrue to him when she left matching without telling him all that she knew of his daughter's engagement with Mr. Tragear. No doubt, by degrees, that idea which he had first entertained was expelled from his head. The idea that she had been cognizant of the whole thing before she came to matching. But even this was done so slowly that there was no moment at which he became aware of any lessened feeling of indignation. To his thinking she had betrayed her trust and he could not be got by his daughter to say that he would forgive her. He certainly could not be got to say that he would apologize for the accusation he had made. It was nothing less that his daughter had asked and he could hardly refrain himself from anger when she asked it. There should not have been a moment, he said, before she came to me and told me all. Poor Lady Mary's position was certainly uncomfortable enough. The great sin, the sin which was so great that to have known it for a day without revealing it was in itself a damning sin on the part of Mrs. Finn, was Lady Mary's sin, and she differed so entirely from her father as to think that this sin of her own was a virtue and that to have spoken of it to him would have been, on the part of Mrs. Finn, a treachery so deep that no woman ought to have forgiven it. When he spoke of a matter which deeply affected his honour, she could hardly refrain from asserting that his honour was quite safe in his daughter's hands. And when it is hard he declared that it should have been Mrs. Finn's first care to save him from disgrace, Lady Mary did not break out. Papa, there could be no disgrace. That for a moment she'll be laid aside, he said, with that manner by which even his peers and council had never been able not to be awed. But if you communicate with Mrs. Finn at all, you must make her understand that I regard her conduct as inexcusable. Nothing had been gained, and poor Lady Mary was compelled to write a few lines which were to her most painful in writing. My dear Mrs. Finn, I have seen Papa, and he thinks that you ought to have told him when I told you. It occurs to me that that would have been a cruel thing to do, and most unfair to Mr. Tragear, who was quite willing to go to Papa, and had only put off doing so because of poor Mama's death. As I had told Mama, of course it was right that he should tell Papa. Then I told you because you were so kind to me. I am so sorry that I have got you into this trouble, but what can I do? I told him I must write to you. I suppose it is better that I should, although what I have to say is so unpleasant. I hope it will all blow over in time, because I love you dearly. You may be quite sure of one thing that I shall never change. In this assurance the writer was alluding not to her friendship for her friend, but her love for her lover, and so the friend understood her. I hope things will be settled some day, and then we may be able to meet. Your very affectionate friend, Mary Palliser. Mrs. Finn, when she received this, was alone in her house in Park Lane. Her husband was down in the north of England. On this subject she had not spoken to him, fearing that he would feel himself bound to take some steps to support his wife under the treatment she had received. Even though she must quarrel with the Duke, she was most anxious that her husband should not be compelled to do so. Their connection had been political rather than personal. There were many reasons why there should be no open cause of disruption between them, but her husband was hot-headed, and were all this to be told him and that letter shown to him which the Duke had written, there would be words between him and the Duke which would probably make impossible any further connection between them. It troubled her very much. She was by no means not alive to the honour of the Duke's friendship. Throughout her intimacy with the Duchess, she had abstained from pressing herself on him, not because she had been indifferent about him, but that she had perceived that she might make her way with him better by standing aloof than by thrusting herself forward, and she had known that she had been successful. She could tell herself with pride that her conduct towards him had been always such as would become a lady of high spirit and fine feeling. She knew that she had deserved well of him, that in all her intercourse with him, with his uncle and with his wife, she had given much and had taken little. She was the last woman in the world to let a word on such a matter pass her lips, but not the less was she conscious of her merit towards him, and she had been led to act as she had done by sincere admiration for the man. In all their political troubles, she had understood him better than the Duchess had done. Looking on from a distance, she had understood the man's character as it had come to her both from his wife and from her own husband. That he was unjust to her, cruelly unjust, she was quite sure. He accused her of intentional privity to a secret which had behooved him to know and of being a party to that secrecy. Whereas from the moment in which he had heard the secret she had determined that it must be made known to him. She felt that she had deserved his good opinion in all things, but in nothing more than in the way in which she had acted in this matter. And yet he had treated her with an imperious harshness which amounted to insolence. What a letter it was that he had written to her. The very tips of her ears tingled with heat as she read it again to herself. None of the ordinary courtesies of epistlecraft had been preserved either in the beginning or in the end. It was worse even than if he had called her madam without an epithet. The duke understands, the duke thinks, the duke feels, feels that he should not be troubled with either letters of conversation, the upshot of it all being that the duke declared her to have shown herself unworthy of being treated like a lady, and this after all she had done. She would not bear it. That at present was all she could say to herself. She was not angry with the lady Mary. She did not doubt that the girl had done the best in her power to bring her father to reason. But because Lady Mary had failed, she, Mrs. Finn, was not going to put up with so grievous an injury. And she was forced to bear all this alone. There was none with whom she could communicate, no one from whom she could ask advice. She would not bring her husband into a quarrel which might be prejudicial to his position as a member of his political party. There was no one else to whom she would tell the secret of Lady Mary's love, and yet she could not bear this injustice done to her. Then she wrote as follows to the duke. Mrs. Finn presents her compliments to the Duke of Omnium. Mrs. Finn finds it to be essential to her that she should see the duke in reference to his letter to her. If his grace will let her know on what day and at what hour he will be kind enough to call on her, Mrs. Finn will be at home to receive him. Park Lane, Thursday, 12th May, 18 blank. End of chapter 13