 CHAPTER 20 OF THE DUKE'S CHILDREN by ANTONY TROYL 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 Diana Bertolini. Then he will come again. Lady Mabel, when her young lover left her, was for a time freed from the necessity of thinking about him by her father. He had returned from the Oaks in a very bad humor. Lord Greffs had been very badly treated by his son, whom he hated worse than anyone else in the world. On the derby day he had won a large sum of money, which had been to him at the time a matter of intense delight, for he was in great want of money. But on this day he had discovered that his son and heir had lost more than he had won, and an arrangement had been suggested to him that his winnings should go to pay Percival's losings. This was a mode of settling affairs to which the Earl would not listen for a moment had he possessed the power of putting a veto upon it. But there had been a transaction lately between him and his son with reference to the cutting-off of a certain entail under which money was to be paid to Lord Percival. This money had not yet been forthcoming, and therefore the Earl was constrained to assent. This was very distasteful to the Earl, and he came home therefore in a bad humor and said a great many disagreeable things to his daughter. You know, Popeye, if I could do anything I would. This she said in answer to a threat which he had made often before, and now repeated, of getting rid altogether of the house in Belgrade Square. Whenever he made this threat he did not scruple to tell her that the house had to be kept up solely for her welfare. I don't see what the deuce you don't get married, you'll have to do it sooner or later. That was not a pleasant speech for a daughter to hear from her father. As to that, she said, it must come or not as chance will have it. If you want me to sign anything I will sign it, for she had been asked to sign papers, or in other words, to surrender rights. But for that other matter it must be left to myself. Then he had been very disagreeable indeed. They dined out together, of course, with all the luxury that wealth can give. There was a well-appointed carriage to take them backwards and forwards to the next square, such as an Earl should have. She was splendidly dressed, as became an Earl's daughter, and he was brilliant with some star which had been accorded to him by his sovereign's grateful minister in return for staunch parliamentary support. No one looking at them could have imagined that such a father could have told such a daughter that she must marry herself out of the way because as an unmarried girl she was a burglar. During the dinner she was very gay. To be gay was the habit. We may almost say the work of her life. It's so chanced that she sat between Sir Timothy Beeswax, who in these days was a very great man indeed, and that very Dolly Longstaff whom Silverbridge and his irony had proposed to her is a fitting suitor for her hand. Isn't Lord Silverbridge a cousin of yours? asked Sir Timothy. A very distant one. He has come over to us, you know. It is such a triumph. I was so sorry to hear it. This, however, as the reader knows, was a fib. Sorry, said Sir Timothy, surely Lord Grex's daughter must be a conservative. Oh yes, I am a conservative because I was born one. I think that people in politics should remain as they are born, unless they are very wise indeed. When men come to be statesmen and all that kind of thing, of course, they can change backwards and forwards. I hope that is not intended for me, Lady Mabel. Certainly not. I don't know enough about it to be personal. That, however, was again not quite true. But I have the greatest possible respect for the Duke, and I think it at pity that he should be made unhappy by his son. Don't you like the Duke? Well, yes, in a way. He is a most respectable man and has been a good public servant. All our lot are ruined, you know, said Dolly, talking of the races. Who are your lot, Mr. Longstaff? I'm one myself. I suppose so. I'm utterly smashed, then there's Percival. I hope he has not lost much. Of course, you know he's my brother. Oh, Lord, so he is. I always put my foot in it. Well, he has lost a lot, and so have Silverbridge and Tifto. Perhaps you don't know Tifto. I have not the pleasure of knowing Mr. Tifto. He is a major. I think you'd like Major Tifto. He's sort of a racing coach to Silverbridge. You ought to know Tifto, and Tragear is pretty nearly cleared out. Mr. Tragear? Frank Tragear? I'm told he has been hit very heavy. I hope he's not a friend of yours, Lady Mabel. Indeed, he is, a very dear friend, and a cousin. That's what I hear. He's very much with Silverbridge, you know. I cannot think Mr. Tragear has lost money. I hope he hasn't. I know I have. I wish someone would stick up for me and say that it was impossible. But that is not Mr. Tragear's way of living. I can understand that Lord Silverbridge or Percival should lose money. Or me? Or you, if you like to say so. Or Tifto? I don't know anything about Mr. Tifto. Major Tifto? Or Major Tifto? What does it signify? No, of course. We inferior people may lose our money just as we please, but a man who can look as clever as Mr. Tragear ought to win always. I told you just now that he was a friend of mine. But don't you think that he does look clever? There could be no question, but that Tragear, when he disliked his company, could show his dislike by his countenance. It was not improbable that he had done so in the presence of Mr. Adolphus Longstaff. Now tell the truth, Lady Mabel. Does he not look conceited sometimes? He generally looks as if he knew what he was talking about, which is more than some other people do. Of course he's a great demo clever than I am. I know that. But I don't think even he can be as clever as he looks. Or you're so stupid. That's what you ought to say now. Sometimes, Mr. Longstaff, I deny myself the pleasure of saying what I think. When all this was over she was very angry with herself for the anxiety she had expressed about Tragear. This Mr. Longstaff was, she thought, exactly the man to report all she had said in the public room at the club. But she had been so annoyed by what she had heard as to her friend. She knew that he of all men should keep himself free from such foibles. Those others had, as it were, a right to make fools of themselves. It seemed so natural that the young men of her own class should dissipate their fortunes and their reputations by every kind of extravagance. Her father had done so. And she had never even ventured to hope that her brother would not follow her father's example. But Tragear, if he gave way to such follies as these, would soon fall headlong into a pit from which there would be no escape. And if he did fall, she knew herself well enough to be aware that she could not stifle nor even conceal the misery which this would occasion her. As long as he stood well before the world, she would be able to assume indifference. But were he to be precipitated into some bottomless misfortunes, then she could only throw herself after him. She could see him marry and smile, and perhaps even like his wife. And while he was doing so, she could also marry and resolve that the husband whom she took should be made to think that he had a loving wife. But were Frank to die, then she must fall upon his body as though he had been known by all the world to be her lover. Something of this feeling came upon her now, when she had heard that he had been bedding and had been unfortunate. She had been unable so to subdue herself as to seem to be perfectly careless about it. She had begun by saying that she had not believed it. But she had believed it. It was so natural that Tragear should have done as the others did with whom he lived. But then the misfortune would be to him so terrible, so irremediable. The reader, however, may well know at once that there was not a word of truth in the assertion. After the dinner she went home alone. There were other festivities to be attended had she pleased to attend them. And poor Miss Cassowary was dressed ready to go out with her as her chaperone. But Miss Cassowary was quite satisfied to be allowed to go to bed in lieu of Mrs. Montague-Jones's great ball. And she had gone to her bedroom when Lady Mabel went to her. I am glad you are alone, she said, because I want to speak to you. Is anything wrong? Everything is wrong. Papa says he must give out this house. He says that almost always when he comes back from the races and very often when he comes back from the club. Percival has lost ever so much. I don't think my lord will hamper himself or your brother. I can't explain if there is some horrible money complication. It is hard upon you and me. Who am I? said Miss Cassowary. About the dearest friend that ever a poor girl had. It is hard upon you and upon me. I have given up everything and what good have I done? It is hard, my dear. But after all I do not care much for all that. The thing has been going on so long that one is used to it. What is it then? Ah, yes. What is it? How am I to tell you? Surely you can tell me? Said the old woman putting out her hand as to caress the arm of the younger one. I could tell no one else. I am sure of that. Frank Tragear has taken to gambling like the rest of them. Who says so? He has lost a lot of money at these races. A man who sat next to me at dinner. One of those stupid do nothing fools that one meets everywhere. Told me so. He is one of the bear gardens said and of course he knows all about it. Did he say how much? How is he to pay anything of all things that men do? This is the worst. A man who would think himself disgraced forever if he accepted a present of money will not scruple to use all his wits to rob his friend of everything that he has by studying the run up cars or watching the paces of some brutes of horses. And they consider themselves refined gentlemen. A real gentleman should never want the money out of another man's pocket. Should never think of money at all. I don't know how that is to be held my dear. You have got to think of money. Yes I have to think of it and I do think of it. And because I do so I am not what I call a gentleman. No my dear you are a lady. Shaw you know what I mean. I might have had the feelings of a gentleman as well as the best man that ever was born. I haven't but I have never done anything so mean as gambling. Now I have got something else to tell you. What is it you do frighten me so when you look like that? You may well be frightened. For if this all comes around I shall very soon be able to dispense with you all together. His royal highness Lord Silverbridge. What do you mean Mabel? He is next door to a royal highness at any rate and a much more topping man than most of them. Well then his serene highness the heir of the Duke of Omnium has done me the inexpressible honor of asking me to marry him. No! You may well say no and to tell the truth exactly. He did. Then why do you say he did? I don't think he did quite ask me but he gave me to understand that he would do so if I gave him any encouragement. Did he mean it? Yes poor boy he meant it. With a word with a look he would have been down there kneeling. He asked me whether I liked him well enough. What do you think I did? What did you do? I spared him. Out of sheer downright Christian charity I said to myself love your neighbors don't be selfish. Do unto him as you would he should do unto you that is think of his welfare. Though I had him in my net I let him go. Shall I go to heaven for doing that? I don't know said Miss Cassowary who was so much perturbed by the news she had heard as to be unable to come to any opinion on the point just raised. Or may I rather go to the other place? From how much embarrassment should I have relieved my father? What a friend should I have made for Percival? How much I might have been able to do for Frank and then what a wife I should have made him? I think you would. He'll never get another half so good and he'll be sure to get one before long. It is a sort of tenderness that is quite inefficacious. He will become a prey as I should have made him a prey. But where is there another who will treat him so well? I cannot bear to hear you speak of yourself in that way but it is true. I know the sort of girl he should marry. In the first place she should be two years younger and four years fresher. She should be able not only to like him and love him but to worship him. How well I can see her. She has fair hair and bright green gray eyes with the sweetest complexion and the prettiest little dimples. Two inches shorter than me and the delight of her life should be to hang with two hands on his arm. She should have a feeling that her silver bridge is an Apollo upon earth. To me he is a rather foolish but very sweet tempered young man. Anything rather than a god. If I had thought that he would get the fresh young girl with the dimples then I ought to abstain. If he was an earnest said Miss Cassowary throwing aside all the bad and odd and thinking of the main point. If he was an earnest he will come again. He was quite an earnest then he will come again. I don't think he will said Lady Mabel. I told him that I was too old for him and I tried to laugh him out of it. He does not like being laughed at. He has been saved and he will know it. But if he should come again? I shall not spare him again. No, not twice. I felt it to be hard to do so once because I so nearly love him. There are so many of them who are odious to me as to whom the idea of marrying them seems to be mixed somehow with an idea of suicide. Oh Mabel! But he is as sweet as a rose. If I were his sister or his servant or his dog I could be devoted to him. I can fancy that his comfort and success and his name should be everything to me. That is what a wife ought to feel. But I could never feel him to be my superior. That is what a wife ought in truth to feel. Think of those two young men and the difference between them. Well don't look like that at me. I don't often give way and I dare say after all I shall live to be the duchess of all name. Then she kissed her friend and went away to her own room. End of Chapter 20 Chapter 21 of The Dukes' 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 Piper Hayes. The Dukes' Children by Anthony Trollop. Chapter 21 Sir Timothy Beeswex There had lately been a great conservative reaction in the country, brought about in part by the industry and good management of gentlemen who were strong on that side, but do also in part to the blunders and quarrels of their opponents. That these opponents should have blundered and quarreled being men active and in earnest was to have been expected. Such blunderings and quarrelings have been a matter of course, since politics have been politics and since religion has been religion. When men combine to do nothing, how should there be disagreement? When men combine to do much, how should there not be disagreement? Thirty men can sit still. Each is like the other has bees. But put your thirty men up to run a race and they will soon assume different forms. And in doing nothing you can hardly do a miss. Let the doers of nothing have something of action forced upon them and they too will blunder and quarrel. The wonder is that there should ever be in a reforming party enough of constantaneous action to carry any reform. The reforming or liberal party in British politics had thus stumbled and stumbled till it fell. And now there had been a great conservative reaction. Many of the most liberal constituencies in the country had been untrue to their old political convictions. And as the result, Lord Drummond was prime minister in the House of Lords, with Sir Timothy Beaswax acting as first man in the House of Commons. It cannot be denied that Sir Timothy had his good points as a politician. He was industrious, patient, clear-sighted, intelligent, courageous, and determined. Long before he had had a seat in the House, when he was simply making his way up to the probability of a seat by making a reputation as an advocate, he had resolved that he would be more than an attorney general, more than a judge, more as he thought it than a chief justice. But at any rate something different. This plan he had all but gained, and it must be acknowledged that he had been moved by a grand and manly ambition. But there were drawbacks to the utility and beauty of Sir Timothy's character as a statesman. He had no idea as to the necessity or non-necessity of any measure whatever, in reference to the well-being of the country. It may indeed be said that all such ideas were to him absurd, and the fact that they should be held by his friends and supporters was an inconvenience. He was not in accord with those who declared that a parliament is a collection of windbags, which puff and blow and crack to the annoyance of honest men. But to him Parliament was a debating place, by having a majority in which, and by no other means, he or another might become the great man of the day. By no other than parliamentary means could such a one as he come to be the chief man. And this use of Parliament, either on his own behalf or on behalf of others, had been for so many years present to his mind that there seemed to be nothing absurd in an institution supported for such a purpose. Parliament was a club so eligible in its nature that all Englishmen wished to belong to it. They who succeeded were acknowledged to be the cream of the land. They who dominated in it were the cream of the cream. Those, too, who were elected to be the chiefs of the two parties, had more of cream in their composition than any others. But he who could be the chief of the strongest party, and who, therefore, in accordance with the prevailing arrangements of the country, should have the power of making dukes and bestowing garters and appointing bishops. He, who by attaining the first seat should achieve the right of snubbing all before him, whether friends or foes, he, according to the feelings of Sir Timothy, would have gained an illicium of creaminess, not to be found in any other position on the earth's surface. No man was more warmly attached to parliamentary government than Sir Timothy Beeswax. But I do not think that he ever cared much for legislation. Parliamentary management was his forte. There have been various rocks on which men have shattered their barks in their attempts to sail successfully into the harbors of parliamentary management. There is the great senator who declares to himself that personally he will have neither friend nor foe. There is his country before him, and it's welfare. Within his bosom is the fire of patriotism, and within his mind the examples of all past time. He knows that he can be just. He teaches himself to be eloquent, and he strives to be wise. But he will not bend, and at last, in some great solitude, though closely surrounded by those whose love he had neglected to acquire, he breaks his heart. Then there is he, who, seeing the misfortune of that great one, tells himself that patriotism, judgment, industry, and eloquence, will not suffice for him unless he himself can be loved. To do great things a man must have a great following, and to achieve that he must be popular. So he smiles and learns the necessary wiles. He is all for his country and his friends, but for his friends first. He too must be eloquent and well instructed in the ways of parliament, must be wise and diligent. But in all that he does and all that he says he must first study his party. It is well with him for a time, but he has closed the door of his Elysium too rigidly. Those without gradually become stronger than his friends within, and so he falls. But may not the door be occasionally open to an outsider, so that the exterior force be diminished. We know how great is the pressure of water, and how the peril of an overwhelming weight of it may be removed by opening the way for a small current. There comes therefore the statesman, who acknowledges to himself that he will be pregneable. That as a statesman he should have enemies is a matter of course. Against moderate enemies he will hold his own. But when there comes one immoderately forcible, violently inimical, then to that man he will open his bosom. He will tempt into his camp with an offer of high command, any foe that may be worth his purchase. This too has answered well, but there is a nemesis. The loyalty of officers so procured must be open to suspicion. The man who has said bitter things against you will never sit at your feet in contented submission. Nor will your friend of old standing long endure to be superseded by such converts. All these dangers are Timothy had seen and studied, and for each of them he had hoped to be able to provide an antidote. Love cannot do all. Fear may do more. Fear acknowledges is superior. Love desires an equal. Love is to be created by benefits done, and means gratitude, which we all know to be weak. But hope, which refers itself to benefits to come, is of all our feelings the strongest. And Sir Timothy had parliamentary doctrines concealed in the depths of his own bosom more important even than these. The statesman who falls is he who does much, and thus injures many. The statesman who stands the longest is he who does nothing and injures no one. He soon knew that the work which he had taken in hand required all the art of a great conjurer. He must be possessed of tricks so marvelous that not even they who sat nearest to him might know how they were performed. For the executive or legislative business of the country he cared little. The one should be left in the hands of men who liked work. Of the other there should be little, or if possible none. But Parliament must be managed, and his party. Of patriotism he did not know the meaning. Few perhaps do, beyond a feeling that they would like to lick the Russians, or to get the better of the Americans in a matter of fisheries or frontiers. But he invented a pseudo-patriotic conjuring phraseology, which no one understood, but which many admired. He was ambitious that it should be said of him that he was far and away the cleverest of his party. He knew himself to be clever. But he could only be far and away the cleverest by saying and doing that which no one could understand. If he could become master of some great hocus pocus system, which could be made to be graceful to the ears and eyes of many, which might for a while seem to have within it some semi-divine attribute, which should have all but divine power of mastering the loaves and fishes, then would they who followed him believe in him more firmly than other followers who had believed in their leaders. When you see a young woman read a closed book placed on her dorsal vertebra, if you do believe that she so reads it, you think that she is endowed with a wonderful faculty. And should you also be made to believe that the same young woman had direct communication with Abraham by means of some invisible wire, you would be apt to do a great many things as that young woman might tell you. Conjuring, when not known to be conjuring, is very effective. Much, no doubt, of Sir Timothy's power had come from his praiseworthy industry. Though he cared nothing for the making of laws, though he knew nothing of finance, though he had abandoned his legal studies, still he worked hard. And because he had worked harder in a special direction than others around him, therefore he was enabled to lead them. The management of a party is a very great work in itself. And when to that is added the management of the House of Commons, a man has enough upon his hands, even though he neglects, altogether, the ordinary pursuits of his statesmen. Those around Sir Timothy were fond of their party, but they were, for the most part, men who had not condescended to put their shoulders to the wheel as he had done. Had there been any very great light among them, had there been a pit, or a peel, Sir Timothy would have probably become Attorney General and have made his way to the bench. But there had been no pit, and no peel, and he had seen his opening. He had studied the ways of members. Parliamentary practice had become familiar to him. He had shown himself to be ready at all hours to fight the battle of the party he had joined. And no man knew so well as did Sir Timothy how to elevate a simple legislative attempt into a good faction fight. He had so mastered his tricks of conjuring that no one could get to the bottom of them, and had assumed a look of preternatural gravity, which made many young members think that Sir Timothy was born to be a king of men. There were no doubt some among his older supporters who felt their thralldom grievously. There were some lords in the upper house, and some sons of the lords in the lower, with pedigrees going back far enough for pride, who found it irksome to recognize Sir Timothy as a master. No doubt he had worked very hard, and had worked for them. No doubt he knew how to do the work, and they did not. There was no other man among them to whom the lead could be conveniently transferred. But yet they were uncomfortable, and perhaps a little ashamed. It had arisen partly from this cause that there had been something of a counter-reaction at the last general election. When the houses met, the ministers had indeed a majority, but a much lessened majority. The old liberal constituencies had returned to an expression of their real feeling. This reassertion of the progress of the tide, this recovery from the partial ebb which checks the violence of every flow, is common enough in politics. But at the present moment there were many who said that all this had been accelerated by a feeling in the country that Sir Timothy was hardly all that the country required as the leader of the country party. End of Chapter 21 Chapter 22 of The Duke's Children The Duke's Children by Anthony Trollup Chapter 22 The Duke in His Study It was natural that at such a time when success greater than had been expected had attended the efforts of the liberals when some dozen unexpected votes had been acquired, the leading politicians of that party should have found themselves compelled to look about them and see how these good things might be utilized. In February they certainly had not expected to be called to power in the course of the existing session. Perhaps they did not expect it yet. There was still the conservative majority, though but a small majority. But the strength of the minority consisted not in the fact that the majority against them was small, but that it was decreasing. How quickly does the snowball grow into hugeness as it has rolled on? But when the change comes in the weather, how quickly does it melt and before it has gone become a thing ugly, weak, and formless? Where is the individual who does not assert to himself that he would be more loyal to a falling than to a rising friend? Such is perhaps the nature of each one of us. But when any large number of men act together, the falling friend is apt to be deserted. There was the general feeling among politicians that Lord Drummond's ministry, or Sir Timothy's, was failing, and the liberals, though they could not yet count the votes by which they might hope to be supported in power, nevertheless felt that they ought to be looking to their arms. There had been a coalition. They who were well read in the political literature of their country will remember all about that. It had perhaps succeeded in doing that for which it had been intended. The Queen's government had been carried on for two or three years. The Duke of Omnium had been the head of the ministry, but during those years had suffered so much as to have become utterly ashamed of the coalition, so much as to have said often to himself that under no circumstances would he again join any ministry. At this time there was no idea of another coalition. That is a state of things which cannot come about frequently, which can only be reproduced by men who have never hitherto felt the mean insipidity of such a condition. But they who had served on the liberal side in that coalition again put their shoulders to the wheel. Of course it was in every man's mouth that the Duke must be induced to forget his miseries and once more to take upon himself the duties of an active servant of the state. But they who were most anxious on the subject, such men as Lord Cantrip, Mr. Monk, our old friend Phineus Finn, and a few others were almost afraid to approach him. At that moment when the coalition was broken up he had been very bitter in spirit, apparently almost arrogant, holding himself aloof from his late colleagues. And since that troubles had come to him which had aggravated the soreness of his heart. His wife had died and he had suffered much through his children. What Lord Silverbridge had done at Oxford was a matter of general conversation and also what he had not done. That the heir of the family should have become a renegade and politics was supposed greatly to have affected the father. Now Lord Gerald had been expelled from Cambridge and Silverbridge was on the turf in conjunction with Major Tifto. Something too had oozed out into general ears about Lady Mary, something which had been kept as secret as the grave. It had therefore come to pass that it was difficult even to address the Duke. There was one man but one who could do this with ease to himself and that man was at last put into motion at the instance of the leaders of the party. The old Duke of St. Bungie wrote the following letter to the Duke of Omnium. The letter purported to be an excuse for the writer's own defalcation. But the chief object of the writer was to induce the younger Duke once more to submit to harness. Long Royston 3rd June 1870 Blank Dear Duke of Omnium How quickly the things come round! I had thought that I should never again have been called upon even to think of the formation of another liberal ministry and now, though it was but yesterday that we were all telling ourselves that we were thoroughly manumitted from our labours by the altered opinions of the country, sundry of our old friends, or again putting their heads together. Did they not do so? They would neglect a manifest duty. Nothing is more essential to the political well-being of the country than that the leaders on both sides and politics should be prepared for their duties. But for myself, I am bound at last to put in the old plea with the determination that it shall be respected. Solve senescentem It is now, if I calculate rightly, exactly fifty years since I first entered public life in obedience to the advice of Lord Gray. I had then sat already five years in the House of Commons. I assisted humbly in the emancipation of the Roman Catholics and have learned by the legislative troubles of just half a century that those whom we then invited to sit with us in Parliament have been in all things enemies. But what then? Had we benefited only those who love us, would not the sinners also, or even the Tories have done as much as that? But such memories are of no avail now. I write to say that after so much of active political life, I will at last retire. My friends, when they see me inspecting a pigsty, or picking a peach, are apt to remind me that I can still stand on my legs and with more of compliment and of kindness will argue therefore that I ought still to undertake active duties in Parliament. I can select my own hours for pigs and peaches, and should I, through the dotage of age, make mistakes as to the breeding of the one, or the flavor of the other, the harm done will not go far. In politics I have done my work. What you and others in the arena do will interest me more than all other things of this world I think and hope to my dying day. But I will not trouble the workers with the quarrellessness of old age. So much for myself, and now let me as I go say a parting word to him with whom in politics I have been for many years more in accord than with any other leading man. As nothing but age or infirmity would to my own mind have justified me in retiring, so do I think that you who can plead neither age nor infirmity will find yourself at last to want self-justification if you permit yourself to be driven from the task either by pride or by indifference. I should express my feelings better were I to say by pride and diffidence. I look to our old friendship to the authority given me by my age, and to the thorough goodness of your heart for pardon in thus accusing you, that little men should have ventured to ill use you has hurt your pride that these little men should have been able to do so has created your diffidence. Put you to a piece of work that a man may do you have less false pride as to the way in which you may do it than any man I have known. And let the way be open to you as little diffidence as any. In a practical mill of hours in England a man cannot always find the way open to do things. It does not often happen that an English statesman can go in and make a great score off his own bat, but not the less is he bound to play the game and to go to the wicket when he finds that his time has come. There are, I think, two things for you to consider in this matter and two only. The first is your capacity a man may have found by experience that he is unfitted for public life. You and I have known men in regard to whom we have thoroughly wished that such experience had been reached. But this is a matter in which a man who doubts himself is bound to take the evidence of those around him. The whole party is most anxious for your cooperation. If this be so, and I make you the assurance from the most conclusive evidence to accept the common consent of your political friends on that matter, you perhaps think that at a certain period of your life you failed. They all agree with me that you did not fail. It is a matter on which you should be bound by our opinion rather than by your own. As to that matter of duty I shall have less difficulty in carrying you with me. Though this renewed task may be personally disagreeable to you your taste should lead you to some other life, which I think is not the case, still if your country wants you, you should serve your country. It is a work as to which such a one as you has no option. Of most of those who choose public life it may be said that were they not there there would be others as serviceable. But when a man such as you has shown himself to be necessary as long in health and age permit he cannot recede without breach of manifest duty. The work to be done is so important the numbers to be benefited are so great that he cannot be justified in even remembering that he has a self. As I have said before I trust that my own age and your goodness will induce you to pardon this great interference but whether pardoned or not I shall always be your most affectionate friend St. Bungie. The duke, our duke, on reading this letter was by no means pleased by its contents. He could ill bear to be reminded either of his pride or of his diffidence. And yet the accusations which others made against him were as nothing to those with which he charged himself. He would do this till at last he was forced to defend himself against himself by asking himself whether he could be other than as God had made him. It is the last and the poorest makeshift of a defense to which a man can be brought in his own court. Was it his fault that he was so thin-skinned that all things hurt him? When some coarse man said to him that which ought not to have been said was it his fault that at every word a pen-knife had stabbed him? Other men had borne these buffets without shrinking and had shown themselves thereby to be more useful, more efficacious. But he could no more imitate them than he could procure for himself the skin of a rhinoceros or the tusk of an elephant. And this shrinking was what men called pride. Was the pride of which his old friend wrote? Have I ever been haughty unless in my own defense he asked himself, remembering certain passages of humility in his life and certain passages of haughtiness also? And the Duke told him also that he was diffident. Of course he was diffident. Was it not one of the same thing? The very pride of which he was accused was no more than that shrinking which comes from the want of trust in oneself. He was a shy man. All his friends and all his enemies knew that. And it was thus that he still discoursed with himself a shy, self-conscious, timid, shrinking, thin-skinned man. Of course he was diffident. Then why urge him on to tasks for which he was by nature unfitted? And yet there was much in his old friend's letter which moved him. There were certain words which he kept on repeating to himself. He cannot be justified in even remembering that he has a self. It was a hard thing to say of any man, but yet a true thing of such a man as this correspondent had described. His correspondent had spoken of a man who should know himself to be capable of serving the state. If a man were capable and was sure within his own bosom of his own capacity it would be his duty. But what if he were not so satisfied? What if he felt that any labours of his would be vain and all self-abnegation useless? His friend had told him that on that matter he was bound to take the opinion of others. Perhaps so, but if so had not that opinion been given to him very plainly when he was told that he was both proud and diffident? That he was called upon to serve his country by good service if such were within his power he did acknowledge freely. But not that he should allow himself to be stuck up as a nine-pin only to be knocked down. There were politicians for whom such occupation seems to be proper and who like it too. A little office, a little power, a little rank, a little pay, a little niche in the ephemeral history of the year will reward many men adequately for being knocked down. And yet he loved power and even when thinking of all this allowed his mind from time to time to run away into a dreamland of prosperous political labours. He thought what it would be to be an all-beneficent prime minister with a loyal majority and conditioned unanimous cabinet with a grateful people and an apprecient of sovereign. How well might a man spend himself night and day even to death in the midst of such labours as these? Half an hour after receiving the Duke's letter he suddenly jumped up and sat himself down at his desk. He felt it to be necessary that he should at once write to his old friend and the more necessary that he should do so at once he called that he would do so before he had made up his mind on the chief subject of that letter. It did not suit him to say either that he would or that he would not do as his friend advised him. The reply was made in a very few words. As to myself, he said after expressing his regret that the Duke should find it necessary to retire from public life, as to myself pray understand that whatever I may do for your affectionate and high-spirited councils. Then his mind recurred to a more immediate and for the moment a heavier trouble. He had as yet given no answer to that letter from Mrs. Finn which the reader will perhaps remember. It might indeed be passed over without an answer, but to him that was impossible. She had accused him in the very strongest language of injustice and had made him understand just to her than he would be most ungrateful. He, looking at the matter with his own lights, had thought that he had been right but had resolved to submit the question to another person. As judge in the matter he had chosen Lady Cantrip and Lady Cantrip had given judgment against him. He had pressed Lady Cantrip for a decided opinion and she had told him that she in the same position as Finn had done. He had constituted Lady Cantrip his judge and had resolved that her judgment should be final. He declared to himself that he did not understand it. If a man's house be on fire do you think of certain rules of etiquette before you bid him send for the engines? If a wild beast be loose do you go through some ceremony before you caution the wanderers abroad? There should not have been a moment. But nevertheless it was now necessary that he should conform himself to the opinion of Lady Cantrip and in doing so he must apologize for the bitter scorn with which he had allowed himself to treat his wife's most loyal and loving friend. The few words to the Duke had not been difficult but this letter seemed to be a Herculean task. It was made infinitely more difficult by the fact that Lady Cantrip had not seemed to think that the marriage was impossible. Young people, when they have set their minds upon it, do so generally prevail at last. These had been her words and they discomforted him greatly. She had thought the marriage to be possible, that she not almost expressed an opinion that they ought to be allowed to marry and if so would it not be his duty to take his girl away from Lady Cantrip? As to the idea that young people because they have declared themselves to be in love were to have just what they wanted with that he did not agree at all. Lady Cantrip had told him that young people generally did prevail at last. He knew the story of one young person whose position in her youth had been very much the same as that of his daughter now and she had not prevailed and in her case had not the opposition which had been made to her wishes been most fortunate that young person had become his wife, his Glencora, his Duchess. Had she been allowed to have her own way when she was a child what would have been her fate? Ah, what! Then he had to think of it all. Might she not have been alive now and perhaps happier than she had ever been with him? And had he remained always unmarried, devoted simply to politics would not the troubles of the world have been lighter on him? What would he do with it? In these matters it was not the happiness of this or that individual which should be considered. There is a propriety in things and only by an adherence to that propriety on the part of individuals can the general welfare be maintained. A king in this country or the heir or the possible heir to the throne is debarred from what might possibly be a happy marriage by regard to the good of his subjects. To the Duke's thinking the maintenance of the aristocracy of the country was second only in importance to the maintenance of the crown. How should the aristocracy be maintained if its wealth were allowed to fall into the hands of an adventurer? Such were the opinions with regard to his own order of one who was as truly liberal in his ideas as any man in England and who had argued out these ideas to their consequences. As by the spread of education and increase of general well-being every proletaire was brought nearer to a duke, so by such action would the duke be brought nearer to a proletaire. Such drawing nearer of the classes was the object to which all this man's political action tended and yet it was a dreadful thing to him that his own daughter should desire to marry a man so much beneath her own rank and fortune as Frank Tragear. He would not allow himself to believe that the young people could ever prevail, but nevertheless, as the idea of the thing had not alarmed Lady Cantrip as it had him, it was necessary that he should make some apology to Mrs. Finn. Each moment of procrastination was a prick to his conscience. He now therefore dragged out from the secrecy of some close drawer Mrs. Finn's letter and read it through to himself once again. Yes, it was true that he had condemned her and that he had punished her, though he had done nothing to her and said nothing and written but very little, still he had punished her most severely. She had written as though the matter was almost one of life and death to her. He could understand that too. His uncle's conduct to this woman and his wife's had created the intimacy which had existed. Through their efforts she had become almost as one of the family and now to be dismissed like a servant who had misbehaved herself. And then her arguments in her own defense were all so good if only that which Lady Cantrip had laid down as law was to be held as law. He was aware now that she had had no knowledge of the matter till his daughter had told her of the engagement and matching. Then it was evident also that she had sent this trageer to him immediately on her return to London and at the end of the letter she accused him of what she had been pleased to call his usual tenacity in believing ill of her. He had been obstinate, too obstinate in this respect, but he did not love her the better for having told him of it. At last he did put his apology into words. My dear Mrs. Finn, I believe I had better acknowledge to you at once that I have been wrong in my judgment as to your conduct in a certain matter. You tell me that I owe it to you to make this acknowledgement and I make it. The subject is, as you may imagine, so painful that I will spare myself if possible any further allusion to it. I believe I did you a wrong and therefore I write to ask your pardon. I should perhaps apologize also for my delay in my reply. I have had much to think of in this matter and have many other matters also on my mind. Believe me to be yours faithfully omnium. It was very short and as being short was infinitely less troublesome at the moment than a fuller epistle, but he was angry with himself knowing that it was too short, feeling that it was ungracious. He should have expressed to hope that he might soon see her again. Only he had no such wish. There had been times at which he had liked her, but he knew that he did not like her now. And yet he was bound to be her friend, if he could only do some great thing for her and thus satisfy his feeling of indebtedness towards her. But all the favors had been from her to him and to his. 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 Piper Hayes. The Duke's Children by Anthony Trollop Chapter 23 Frank Tragear Once a Friend Six or seven weeks had passed since Tragear had made his communication to the Duke. And during that time he had heard not a word about the girl he loved. He knew, indeed, that she was at the horns, and probably had reason to suppose that she was being guarded there, as it were, out of his reach. This did not surprise him, nor did he regard it as a hardship. It was to be expected that she should be kept out of his sight. But this was a state of things to which, as he thought, there should not be more than a moderate amount of submission. Six weeks was not a very long period, but it was perhaps long enough for evincing that respect which he owed to the young lady's father. Something must be done someday. How could he expect her to be true to him, unless he took some means of showing himself to the Duke? In these days he did not live very much with her brother. He not only disliked, but distrusted Major Tifto, and had so expressed himself as to give rise to angry words. Silverbridge had said that he knew how to take care of himself. Tragear had replied that he had his doubts on that matter. Then the Member of Parliament had declared that at any rate he would take care of by Frank Tragear. In such a state of things it was not possible that there should be any close confidence as to Lady Mary, nor does it often come to pass that the brother is the confidant of the sister's lover. Brothers hardly like their sisters to have lovers, though they are often well satisfied that their sisters should find husbands. Tragear's want of rank and wealth added something compelling in the mind of this brother, so that Silverbridge, though he felt himself to be deterred by friendship from any open opposition, still was almost inimical. It won't do, you know, he had said to his brother Gerald, shaking his head. Tragear, however, was determined to be active in the matter, to make some effort, to speak to somebody, but how to make an effort, and to whom should he speak? Thinking of all this he remembered that Mrs. Finn had sent for him and had told him to go with his love story to the Duke. She had been almost severe with him, but after the interview was over he had felt that she had acted well and wisely. He therefore determined that he would go to Mrs. Finn. She had, as yet, received no answer from the Duke, and the fortnight had elapsed since she had written her letter. During that time she had become very angry. She felt that he was not treating her as a gentleman should treat a lady, and certainly not as the husband of her late friend should have treated the friend of his late wife. She had a proud consciousness of having behaved well to the palisers, and now this head of the palisers was rewarding her by evil treatment. She had been generous. He was ungenerous. She had been honest. He was deficient even in that honesty for which she had given him credit. And she had been unable to obtain any of that consolation which could have come to her from talking of her wrongs. She could not complain to her husband because there were reasons that made it essential that her husband should treat the Duke. She was hot with indignation at the very moment in which Draghear was announced. He began by apologizing for his intrusion, and she, of course, assured him that he was welcome. After the liberty which I took with you, Mr. Draghear, I am only too well pleased that you should come to see me. I am afraid, he said, that I was a little rough. I have to be expected. A gentleman never likes to be interfered with on such a matter. The position was and is difficult, Mrs. Finn, and I am bound to acknowledge the very ready way in which you did what I asked you to do. And now, Mrs. Finn, what is to come next? Ah! Something must be done. You know, of course, that the Duke did not receive great favor. I did not suppose he would. Nor did I. Of course he would object to such a marriage, but a man in these days could not dictate to his daughter what husband she should marry. Perhaps he can dictate to her what husband she shall not marry. Hardly that. He may put impediments in the way, and the Duke will do so. But if I am happy enough to have won the affections of his daughter, so as to make it essential to her happiness that she should become my wife, he will give way. What am I to say, Mr. Dragheer? Just what you think. Why should I be made to say what I think on so delicate a matter? Or of what use would be my thoughts? Remember how far I am removed from her. You are his friend. Not at all. No one less so. As she said this, she could not hinder the color from coming into her face. I was her friend, Lady Glencora's, but with the death of my friend there was an end of all that. You were staying with him at his request. You told me so yourself. I shall never stay with him again. But all that, Mr. Dragheer, no matter. I do not mean to say a word against him, not a word. But if you wish to interest anyone as being the Duke's friend then I can assure you I am the last person in London to whom you should come. I know no one to whom the Duke is likely to entertain feelings so little kind as towards me. This, she said in a peculiarly solemn way that startled Dragheer. But before he could answer her a servant entered the room with a letter. She recognized it once, the Duke's handwriting. Here was the answer for which she had been so long waiting in silent expectation. She could not keep it unread till he was gone. Will you allow me a moment, she whispered, and then she opened the envelope. As she read the few words her eyes became laden with tears. They quite sufficed to relieve the injured pride which had sat so heavy at her heart. I believe I did you a wrong, and therefore I ask your pardon. It was so like what she had believed the man to be. She could not be longer angry with him. And yet the very last words she had spoken were words complaining of his conduct. This is from the Duke, she said, putting the letter back into its envelope. Oh! Indeed. It is odd that it should have come while you were here. Is it is it about Lady Mary? No, at least not directly. I perhaps spoke more harshly about him than I should have done. The truth is I had expected a line from him, and it had not come. It is here. But I do not suppose I shall ever see much of him. My intimacy was with her. But I would not wish you to remember what I said just now. If what, Mrs. Finn? You mean perhaps if I should ever be allowed to call myself his son-in-law? It may seem to you to be arrogant, but it is an honor which I expect to win. Faint heart, you know, Mr. Triggier? Exactly. One has to tell oneself that very often. You will help me. Certainly not, she said, as though she were much startled. How can I help you? By telling me what I should do. I suppose if I were to go down to Richmond I should not be admitted. If you ask me, I think not. Not to see Lady Mary. Lady Cantrip would perhaps see you. She is acting the part of Dwenna. As I should do also if Lady Mary were staying with me, you do not suppose that if she were here I would let her see you in my house without her father's leave? I suppose not. Certainly not, and therefore I can see that Lady Cantrip will not do so either. I wish you were here. It would be of no use. I should be a dragon in guarding her. I wish you would let me feel that you were like a sister to me in this matter. But I am not your sister, nor yet your aunt, nor yet your grandmother. What I mean is that I cannot be on your side. Can you not? No, Mr. Triggier, think how long I have known these other people. But just now you said he was your enemy. I did say so. But as I have unsaid it since, you as a gentleman will not remember my words. At any rate I cannot help you in this. I shall write to her. It can be nothing to me. If you write she will show your letter, either to her father or to Lady Cantrip. But she will read it first. I cannot tell how that may be. In fact I am the very last person in the world to whom you should come for assistance in this matter. If I gave any assistance to anybody, I should be bound to give it to the Duke. I cannot understand that, Mrs. Finn. Nor can I explain it. But it would be so. I shall always be very glad to see you. And I do feel that we ought to be friends. Because I took such a liberty with you. But in this matter I cannot help you. When she said this he had to take his leave. It was impossible that he should further press his case upon her. Though he would have been very glad to extract from her some kindly word. It is such a help difficulty to have somebody who will express even a hope that the difficulty is perhaps not invincible. He had no one to comfort him in this matter. There was one dear friend as a friend dearer than any other to whom he might go and who would after some fashion bid him prosper. Mabel would encourage him. She had said that she would do so. But in making that promise she had told him that Romeo would not have spoken of his love for Juliet to Rosalind whom he had loved before he saw Juliet. No doubt she had gone on to tell him that he might come to her and talk freely of his love for Lady Mary. But after what had been said before he felt that he could not do so without leaving a sting behind. When a man's love goes well with him so well as to some degree oppressive to him even by its prosperity when the young lady has jumped into his arms and the father and mother have been quite willing then he wants no confident. He does not care to speak very much of the matter which among his friends is apt to become a subject for railery. When you call a man benedict he does not come to you with ecstatic descriptions of the beauty and the wit of his goodness, but no one was likely to call him benedict in reference to Lady Mary. In spite of his manner in spite of his apparent self-sufficiency this man was very soft within. Less than two years back he had been willing to sacrifice all the world for his cousin Mabel and his cousin Mabel had told him that he was wrong. It does not pay to sacrifice the world for love so cousin Mabel had said and had added something as to its being necessary that she should marry a rich man an expedient that he should marry a rich woman. He had thought much about it and had declared to himself that on no account would he marry a woman for her money. Then he had encountered Lady Mary Palliser. There had been no doubt no resolution after that thinking about it but downright love there was nothing left of real regret for his cousin in his bosom. She had been right that love had been impossible but this would be possible ah so deliciously possible if only her father and mother would assist the mother imprudent in this as in all things had assented the reader knows the rest it was in every way possible she will have money enough the Duchess had said if only her father can be brought to give it to you so Tragear had said his heart upon it and had said to himself that the thing was to be done then his friend the Duchess had died and the real difficulties had commenced from that day he had not seen his love or heard from her how was he to know whether she would be true to him and where was he to seek for that sympathy which he felt to be so necessary to him a wild idea had come into his head that Mrs. Finn would be his friend but she had repudiated him he went straight home and at once wrote to the girl the letter was a simple love letter which need not be given here in what sweetest language he could find he assured her that even though he should never be allowed to see her or to hear from her that still he should clean to her and then he added this passage if your love for me be what I think it to be no one can have a right to keep us apart pray be sure that I shall not change if you change let me know it but I shall as soon expect the heavens to fall End of Chapter 23 Chapter 24 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 Deborah Lynn The Duke's Children by Anthony Trollop Chapter 24 Lady Mary Palliser down at the horns had as much liberty allowed to her as is usually given to young ladies in these very free days there was indeed no restriction placed upon her at all had Trager gone down to Richmond and asked for the young lady and had Lady Cantrip at the time been out and the young lady at home it would have depended all together upon the young lady whether she would have seen her lover or not nevertheless Lady Cantrip kept her eyes open and when the letter came from Trager she was aware that the letter had come but the letter found its way into Lady Mary's hands and was read in the seclusion of her own bedroom I wonder whether you would mind reading that she said very shortly afterwards to Lady Cantrip what answer ought I to make do you think any answer ought to be made my dear oh yes I must answer him would your papa wish it I told papa that I would not promise not to write to him I think I told him that he should see any letters that there were but if I show them to you I suppose that will do as well you had better keep your word to him absolutely I am not afraid of doing so if you mean that I cannot bear to give him pain but this is a matter in which I mean to have my own way mean to have your own way said Lady Cantrip and was surprised by the determined tone of the young lady certainly I do I want you to understand so much I suppose papa can keep us from marrying forever and ever if he pleases but he never will make me say that I will give up Mr. Tragear and if he does not yield I shall think him cruel why should he wish to make me unhappy all my life he certainly does not wish that my dear but he will do it I cannot go against your father Mary no I suppose not I shall write to Mr. Tragear and then I will show you what I have written Papa shall see it too if he pleases I will do nothing secret but I will never give up Mr. Tragear Lord Cantrip came down to Richmond that evening and his wife told him that in her opinion it would be best that the Duke should allow the young people to marry and should give them money enough to live upon is not that a strong order asked the Earl the Countess acknowledged that it was a strong order but suggested that for the happiness of them all it might as well be done at first as at last the next morning Lady Mary showed her a copy of the reply which she had already sent to her lover Dear Frank you may be quite sure that I shall never give you up I will not write more at present because Papa does not wish me to do so I shall show Papa your letter and my answer your own most affectionate Mary has it gone asked the Countess to give herself into the pillar letter box then Lady Cantrip felt that she had to deal with the very self-willed young lady indeed that afternoon Lady Cantrip asked Lady Mary whether she might be allowed to take the two letters up to town with the express purpose of showing them to the Duke oh yes said Mary I think it would be so much the best give Papa my kindest love and tell him from me that if he wants to make his poor little girl happy he will forgive her and be kind to her and all this then the Countess made some attempt to argue the matter there were proprieties high rank might be a blessing or might be the reverse as people thought of it but all men acknowledged that much was due to it no bless oblige it was often the case in life that women were called upon by circumstances to sacrifice their inclinations what right had a gentleman to talk of marriage who had no means these things she said there were many more but it was to no purpose the young lady asserted that as a gentleman was a gentleman there need be no question as to rank and that in regard to money there need be no difficulty if one of them had sufficient but you have none but what your father may give you said Lady Cantrip Papa can give it us without any trouble said Lady Mary this child had a clear idea of what she thought to be her own rights being the child of rich parents having a right to money being a woman she had a right to a husband having been born free she had a right to choose one for herself having had a man's love given to her she had a right to keep it one doesn't know which she is most like her father or her mother Lady Cantrip said afterwards to her husband she has his cool determination and her hot-headed obstinacy she did show the letters to the Duke and in answer to a word or two from him explained that she could not take upon herself to debar her guests from the use of the post but she will write nothing without letting you know it she ought to write nothing at all what she feels is much worse than what she writes if there were no intercourse she would forget him I don't know said the Countess sorrowfully I thought so once all children are determined as long as they are allowed to have their own way I mean to say that it is the nature of her character to be obstinate most girls are prone to yield they have not character enough to stand against opposition I'm not speaking now only of affairs like this it would be the same with her in anything have you not always found it so then he had to acknowledge to himself that he had never found out anything in reference to his daughter's character she had been properly educated at least he hoped so he had seen her grow up pretty, sweet, affectionate always obedient to him the most charming plaything in the world on the few occasions in which he had allowed himself to play but as to her actual disposition he had never taken any trouble to inform himself she had been left to her mother as other girls are left and his sons had been left to their tutors and now he had no control over any of them she must be made to obey like others he said at last speaking through his teeth there was something in this which almost frightened Lady Cantrip she could not bear to hear him say that the girl must be made to yield with that spirit of despotic power under which women were restrained in years now past if she could have spoken her own mind it would have been to this effect let us do what we can to lead her away from this desire of hers and in order that we may do so let us tell her that her marriage with Mr. Tragear is out of the question but if we do not succeed say in the course of the next twelve months let us give way let us make it a matter of joy that the young man himself is so acceptable and well behaved that was her idea and with that she would have indoctrined the duke had she been able but his was different she must be made to obey and as he said it he seemed to be indifferent as to the sorrow which such enforced obedience to his child in answer to this she could only shake her head what do you mean he asked do you think we ought to yield not at once certainly but at last what can you do duke if she be as firm as you can you bear to see her pine away in her misery girls do not do like that he said girls like men are very different but here I fear we have to deal with one who will suffer after this fashion why should she not be like others it may be so we will try but you see what she says in her letter to him she writes as though your authority were to be nothing in that matter of giving up in all that she says to me there is the same thing she says to me there is the same thing in all that she says to me there is the same spirit if she is firm duke you must yield never she shall never marry him with my sanction there was nothing more to be said and lady cantrip went her way but the duke though he could say nothing more continued to think of it hour after hour he went down to the house of lords to listen to a debate in which it was intended to cover the ministers with heavy disgrace he could not listen even to his own friends he could listen to nothing as he thought of the condition of his children he had been asked whether he could bear to see his girl suffer as though he were indifferent to the sufferings of his child did he not know of himself that there was no father who would do more for the welfare of his daughter was he not sure of the tenderness of his own heart in all that he was doing was he governed by anything but a sense of duty was it personal pride and love of personal aggrandizement he thought that he could assure himself that he was open to no such charge would he not die for her or for them if he could so serve them surely this woman had accused him most wrongfully when she had intimated that he could see his girl suffer without caring for it in his indignation he determined, for a while that he would remove her from the custody of lady cantrip but then where should he place her he was aware that his own house would be like a grave to a girl just fit to come out into the world in this coming autumn she must go somewhere with someone he himself and his present frame of mind would be but a sorry travelling companion lady cantrip had said that the best hope of escape would lie in the prospect of another lover the prescription was disagreeable but it had availed in the case of his own wife before he had ever seen her as lady glancora mcloskey she had been desirous of giving herself and all her wealth to one burgo Fitzgerald who had been all together unworthy the duke could remember well how a certain old lady midlothian had first hinted to him that lady glancora's property was very large and had then added that the young lady herself was very beautiful and he could remember how his uncle of a late duke who had seldom taken much trouble in merely human affairs I have heard a whisper about you and lady glancora mcloskey nothing could be better the result had been undoubtedly good his cora and all her money had been saved from a worthless spendthrift he had found a wife who he now thought had made him happy and she had found at any rate a respectable husband the idea when picked to pieces is not a nice idea let us look out for a husband for this girl so that we may get her married in the way of her lover it is not nice, but it had succeeded in one case and why should it not succeed in another but how was it to be done who should do it whom should he select to play the part which he had undertaken in that other arrangement no worse person could be found than himself for managing such an affair when the idea had first been raised he had thought that lady cantrip would do it all but now he was angry with lady cantrip how was it to be done how should it be commenced how had it been commenced in his own case he did not in the least know how he had been chosen was it possible that his uncle who was the proudest man in England should have condescended to make a bargain with an old dowager whom everybody had despised and in what way had he been selected no doubt he had been known to be the heir apparent to a dukedom and to ducal revenues in his case old lady midlothian had begun the matter with him it occurred to him that in royal marriage such beginnings are quite common but who should be the happy man then he began to count up the requisite attributes he must be of high rank and an eldest son and the possessor of or the heir to a good estate he did despise himself when he found that he put these things first as a matter of course nevertheless he did put them first he was ejecting this other man because he possessed none of these attributes he heard himself on to add that the man must be of good character and such as a young girl might learn to love but yet he was aware that he added these things for his conscience's sake Tragear's character was good and certainly the girl loved him but was it not clear to all who knew anything of such matters that Mr. Francis Tragear should not have dared even to think of marrying the daughter of the Duke of Omnium who should be the happy man there were so many who evidently were unfit young Lord Percival was heir to a ruined estate in a beggared peerage Lord Glasslow was odious to all men there were three or four others of whom he thought that he knew some fatal objection but when he remembered Lord Papalcourt there seemed to be no objection which need be fatal Lord Papalcourt was a young peer whose father had died two years since and whose estates were large the late Lord who had been a wig of the old fashion had been the Duke's friend they had been at Oxford and in the House of Commons together and Lord Papalcourt had always been true to his party as to the son the Duke remembered to have heard lately that he was not given to waste his money he drove a coach about London a good deal but had his yet not done anything very foolish he had taken his degree at Oxford thereby showing himself to be better than Silverbridge he had also taken his seat in the House of Lords and had once opened his mouth he had not indeed appeared often again but at Lord Papalcourt's age much legislation is not to be expected from a young peer then he thought of the man's appearance Papalcourt was not specially attractive whereas Trigir was a very handsome man but so also had been Bergo Fitzgerald almost abnormally beautiful while he planned to be a very men-tagent palacer as he was then had been quite as insignificant in appearance as Lord Papalcourt Lord Papalcourt might possibly do but then how should the matter be spoken of to the young man after all would it not be best that he should trust Lady Cantrip End of Chapter 24 Chapter 25 of the Duke's Children This is the LibriVox recording All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain For more information and hear please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Nicholas Clifford The Duke's Children by Anthony Trollop Chapter 25 A Family Breakfast Table Lord Silverbridge had paid all his derby losses without any difficulty they had not been very heavy for a man in his position and the money had come without remonstrance when asking for it he was half ashamed of himself but could still find consolation by remembering how much worse had befallen many young men whom he knew he had never plunged in fact he had made the most prudent book in the world and had so managed affairs that even now the horse which had been beaten was worth more than all he had lost and paid this is getting serious he had said to his partner went on making out a rough account he had brought the major in a debtor to him of more than a thousand pounds the major had remarked that as he was half owner of the horse his partner had good security for the money then something of an unwritten arrangement was made the prime minister was now one of the favorites for the ledger if the horse won that race there would be money enough for everything if that race were lost then there should be a settlement by the transfer of the stud to the younger partner that would be enough said the major at this time both his sons were living with the Duke in London it had been found impracticable to send Lord Gerald back to Cambridge the doors of Trinity were closed against him but some interest had been made in his favor and he was to be transferred to Oxford all the truth had been told and there had been a feeling that the lads should be allowed another chance he could not however go to his new alma mater till after the long vacation in the meantime he was to be taken by a tutor down to a cottage on Dartmoor and there be made to read with such amusement in the meantime as might be got from fishing and playing cricket with the West Devon County Club it isn't a very bright look out for the summer his brother had said to him but it's better than breaking out on the loose altogether you'll be a credit to the family and all that sort of thing I'll give up the borough to you but mind you stick to the Liberals I've made an ass of myself however in these early days of June Lord Gerald had not yet got his tutor though the father and the two young men were living together they did not see very much of each other the Duke breakfasted at nine and the repast was a very simple one when they failed to appear he did not scold but would simply be disappointed at the dinner they never met it was supposed that Lord Gerald passed his mornings in reading and some little attempts were made in that direction it is to be feared that they did not come too much Silverbridge was very kind to Gerald feeling an increased tenderness for him on account of that Cambridge mishap now they were much together and occasionally by a strong effort would grace their father's breakfast table with their company it was not often that he either reproached them or preached to them though he could not live with them on almost equal terms as some fathers can live with their sons though he could not laugh at their fun or make them laugh at his wit he knew that it would have been better both for him and them if he had possessed this capacity though the life which they lived was distasteful to him though race horses were an abomination to him and the driving of coaches of folly and club life a manifest waste of time still he recognized these things as being if not necessary yet unavoidable evils to Gerald he would talk about Oxford avoiding all illusions to past Cambridge misfortunes but in the presence of Silverbridge whose Oxford career had been so peculiarly unfortunate he would make no illusion to either of the universities to his eldest son he would talk of Parliament which of all subjects would have been the most congenial had they agreed in politics as it was he could speak more freely to him on that than any other matter one thirsty night as the two brothers went to bed on returning from the bear garden at a not very late hour they agreed that they would give the governor a turn the next morning by which they meant that they would drag themselves out of bed in time to breakfast with him the worst of it is that he will never let them get anything to eat said Gerald but Silverbridge explained that he had taken the matter into his own hands and had specially ordered broiled salmon and stewed kidneys he won't like it you know said Gerald I'm sure he thinks it wicked to eat anything but toasted bacon before lunch at a very little after nine Silverbridge was in the breakfast room and there found his father I suppose Gerald is not up yet said the Duke almost crossly oh yes he is sir he'll be here directly have you seen him this morning no I haven't seen him but I know he'll be here he said he would last night you speak of it as if it were an undertaking no not that sir but we are not always quite up to time no indeed you are not perhaps you sit late at the house sometimes I do said the young member with a feeling almost akin to shame as he remembered all the hours spent at the bear garden I have had Gerald there in the gallery sometimes it is just as well that he should know what is being done quite as well I shouldn't wonder if he gets a seat someday I don't know how that may be he won't change as I have done he'll stick to your side indeed I think he'd do better in the house than I shall he has more gift of the gab that is not the first thing requisite I know all that sir I've read your letter more than once and I showed it to him there was something sweet and pleasant in the young man's manner by which the father could hardly not be captivated they had now sat down and the servant had brought in the unusual accessories for a morning feast what is all that asked the Duke Gerald and I are so awfully hungry if a morning said the son apologizing well it's a very good thing to be hungry that is if you can get plenty to eat salmon is it? I don't think I'll have any myself kidneys not for me I think I'll take a bit of fried bacon I also am hungry but not awfully hungry you never seem to me to eat anything sir eating is an occupation from which I think a man takes the more pleasure the less he considers it a rural laborer who sits on the ditch side with his bread and cheese and an onion has more enjoyment out of it than any Lucullus but he likes a good deal of it I do not think he ever overeats himself which Lucullus does I have envied a ploughman his power, his durai ilia but never an epicure the appreciative skill of his palate if Gerald does not make haste he will have to exercise neither the one or the other upon that fish I will leave a bit for him sir and here he is you are twenty minutes late Gerald my father says that bread and cheese would be better for you than salmon and stewed kidneys no silverbridge I said no such thing but that if he were a hedger and ditcher the bread and cheese and onions would be as good I should not mind trying them at all said Gerald only one never does have such things for breakfast last winter a lot of us skated to Elie and we ate two or three loaves of bread and a whole cheese at a pot house we drank the public dry it was because for the time you had been a hedger and ditcher Proby was a ditcher I know when he went right through into one of the dykes just push on that dish silverbridge it's no good you having the trouble of helping me half a dozen times I don't think things are a bit nicer because they cost a lot of money I suppose that is what you mean sir something of that kind Gerald not to have money for your wants that must be troublesome very bad indeed said silverbridge shaking his head wisely as a member of parliament might do who felt that something should be done to put down such a lamentable state of things I don't complain said Gerald no fellow ever had less right to complain but I never felt that I had quite enough of course it was my own fault I should say so my boy but then there were great many like you that their means be what they may they never have quite enough to be in any difficulty with regard to money to owe what you cannot pay or even to have to abstain from things which you have told yourself and necessary to yourself or to those who depend on you creates a feeling of meanness that is what I have always felt said silverbridge I cannot bear to think that I should like to have a thing not afford it you do not quite understand me I fear the only case in which you can be justified in desiring that which you cannot afford is when the thing is necessary as bread may be or clothes as when a fellow wants a lot of new britches before he pays his tailors bill as when a poor man said the Duke impressively may long to give his wife a new gown or his children boots to keep their feet from the mud and snow then he paused a moment with the serious tone of his voice and the energy of his words had sent Gerald headlong among his kidneys I say that in such cases money must be regarded as a blessing a ten pound note will do so much said silverbridge but beyond that it ought to have no power of conferring happiness can not drive away sorrow not though you build palaces out into the deep can that help you you read your horrors I hope skandont eodum quodominus minai I recollect that said Gerald black care sits behind the horseman even though he have a groom riding after him beautiful with exquisite boots as far as I have been able to look out into the world I suppose you know it as well as anybody said silverbridge who was simply desirous of making himself pleasant to the dear old governor as far as my experience goes the happiest man is he who being above the troubles which money brings has his hands the fullest of work if I were to name the class of men whose lives are spent with the most thorough enjoyment I think I should name that of barristers who are in large practice so in parliament isn't it a great grind sir asked silverbridge a very great grind as you call it and there may be the grind and not the success but he had now got up from his seat at the table and was standing with his back against the chimney piece as he went on with his lecture as the word but came from his lips he struck the fingers of one hand lightly on the palm of the other known to do with some happy flight of oratory in the house of commons but it is the grind that makes the happiness to feel that your hours have filled to overflowing that you can barely steal minutes enough for sleep that the welfare of many is entrusted to you that the world looks on and approves that some good is always being done to others above all things some good to your country that is happiness I can conceive none other books suggested Gerald as he put the last morsel of the last kidney into his mouth yes books Cicero and Ovid have told us that the literature only could they look for consolation in their banishment but then they speak of a remedy for sorrow not a source of joy no young man should dare to neglect literature at some period of his life he will surely need consolation and he may be certain that should he live to be an old man there will be none other except religion but for that feeling of self-contentment which creates happiness hard work and hard work alone can give it to you books are hard work themselves sometimes said Gerald as for money continued the father not caring to notice this interruption if it be regarded in any other light than as a shield you must once want as a rampart under the protection of which you may carry on your battle it will fail you I was born a rich man few people have cared so little about it as you said the elder son and you both of you have been born to be rich this assertion did not take the elder brother by surprise it was a matter of course but Lord Gerald who had never as yet heard anything future destiny from his father was interested by this statement when I think of all this of what constitutes happiness I am almost tempted to grieve that it should be so if a large fortune were really a bad thing said Gerald a man could I suppose get rid of it no it is a thing of which a man cannot get rid unless by shameful means it is a burden which he must carry to the end does anybody wish to get rid of it a sin bad did of the old man asked Gerald pertinaciously at any rate I have enjoyed the kidneys you assured us just now that the bread and cheese and Ely were just as good the Duke as he said this looked as though he knew he had taken all the wind out of his adversary's sails so you add carriage to carriage you will not be carried more comfortably a second horse out hunting is a comfort said silverbridge then at any rate don't desire a third for show but such comforts will cease to be joys when they become matters of course that a boy who does not see a pudding once a year should enjoy a pudding when it comes I can understand but the daily pudding or the pudding twice a day is soon no more than simple daily bread which will or will not be sweet as it shall not have been earned then he went slowly to the door but as he stood with the handle of it in his hand he turned round and spoke another word when hereafter Gerald you may chance to think of that bread and cheese and Ely always remember that you had skated from Cambridge the two brothers then took themselves to some remote part of the house where arrangements had been made for smoking and there they finished the conversation I was very glad to hear what he said about you old boy this of course came from silverbridge I didn't quite understand him he meant you to understand that you wouldn't be like other younger brothers then what I have will be taken from you there is lots for three or four of us I do agree that if a fellow has as much as he can spend he ought not to want anything more Morton was telling me the other day something about the settled estates I sat in that office with him all one morning I could not understand it all but I observed that he said nothing about the scotch property you'll be all layered and I wish you joy with all my heart the governor will tell you all about it before long he's going to have two eldest sons what an unnatural piece of cruelty to me and so unnecessary why? he says that a property is no better than a burden but I'll try to bear it End of chapter 25