“In that case I should be forced to start to-night,” said Mr. Palliser.
“Then I wish it was a thousand and twelve,” said Lady de Courcy.
“In that case I should not have come at all,” said Mr. Palliser. He did not mean to be uncivil, and had only stated a fact.
“The young men are becoming absolute bears,” said the countess to her daughter Margaretta.
He had been in the room nearly an hour when he did at last find himself standing close to Lady Dumbello: close to her, and without any other very near neighbour.
“I should hardly have expected to find you here,” he said.
“Nor I you,” she answered.
“Though, for the matter of that, we are both near our own homes.”
“I am not near mine.”
“I meant Plumstead; your father’s place.”
“Yes; that was my home once.”
“I wish I could show you my uncle’s place. The castle is very fine, and he has some good pictures.”
“So I have heard.”
“Do you stay here long?”
“Oh, no. I go to Cheshire the day after to-morrow. Lord Dumbello is always there when the hunting begins.”
“Ah, yes; of course. What a happy fellow he is; never any work to do! His constituents never trouble him, I suppose?”
“I don’t think they ever do, much.”
After that Mr. Palliser sauntered away again, and Lady Dumbello passed the rest of the evening in silence. It is to be hoped that they both were rewarded by that ten minutes of sympathetic intercourse for the inconvenience which they had suffered in coming to Courcy Castle.
But that which seems so innocent to us had been looked on in a different light by the stern moralists of that house.
“By Jove!” said the Honourable George to his cousin, Mr. Gresham, “I wonder how Dumbello likes it.”
“It seems to me that Dumbello takes it very easily.”
“There are some men who will take anything easily,” said George, who, since his own marriage, had learned to have a holy horror of such wicked things.
“She’s beginning to come out a little,” said Lady Clandidlem to Lady de Courcy, when the two old women found themselves together over a fire in some back sitting-room. “Still waters always run deep, you know.”
“I shouldn’t at all wonder if she were to go off with him,” said Lady de Courcy.
“He’ll never be such a fool as that,” said Lady Clandidlem.
“I believe men will be fools enough for anything,” said Lady de Courcy. “But, of course, if he did, it would come to nothing afterwards. I know one who would not be sorry. If ever a man was tired of a woman, Lord Dumbello is tired of her.”
But in this, as in almost everything else, the wicked old woman spoke scandal. Lord Dumbello was still proud of his wife, and as fond of her as a man can be of a woman whose fondness depends upon mere pride.
There had not been much that was dangerous in the conversation between Mr. Palliser and Lady Dumbello, but I cannot say the same as to that which was going on at the same moment between Crosbie and Lady Alexandrina. She, as I have said, walked away in almost open dudgeon when Lady Julia recommenced her attack about poor Lily, nor did she return to the general circle during the evening. There were two large drawing-rooms at Courcy Castle, joined together by a narrow link of a room, which might have been called a passage, had it not been lighted by two windows coming down to the floor, carpeted as were the drawing-rooms, and warmed with a separate fireplace. Hither she betook herself, and was soon followed by her married sister Amelia.
“That woman almost drives me mad,” said Alexandrina, as they stood together with their toes upon the fender.
“But, my dear, you of all people should not allow yourself to be driven mad on such a subject.”
“That’s all very well, Amelia.”
“The question is this, my dear—what does Mr. Crosbie mean to do?”
“How should I know?”
“If you don’t know, it will be safer to suppose that he is going to marry this girl; and in that case—”
“Well, what in that case? Are you going to be another Lady Julia? What do I care about the girl?”
“I don’t suppose you care much about the girl; and if you care as little about Mr. Crosbie, there’s an end of it; only in that case, Alexandrina—”
“Well, what in that case?”
“You know I don’t want to preach to you. Can’t you tell me at once whether you really like him? You and I have always been good friends.” And the married sister put her arm affectionately round the waist of her who wished to be married.
“I like him well enough.”
“And has he made any declaration to you?”
“In a sort of a way he has. Hark, here he is!” And Crosbie, coming in from the larger room, joined the sisters at the fireplace.
“We were driven away by the clack of Lady Julia’s tongue,” said the elder.
“I never met such a woman,” said Crosbie.
“There cannot well be many like her,” said Alexandrina. And after that they all stood silent for a minute or two. Lady Amelia Gazebee was considering whether or no she would do well to go and leave the two together. If it were intended that Mr. Crosbie should marry her sister, it would certainly be well to give him an opportunity of expressing such a wish on his own part. But if Alexandrina was simply making a fool of herself, then it would be well for her to stay. “I suppose she would rather I should go,” said the elder sister to herself; and then, obeying the rule which should guide all our actions from one to another, she went back and joined the crowd.
“Will you come on into the other room?” said Crosbie.
“I think we are very well here,” Alexandrina replied.
“But I wish to speak to you—particularly,” said he.
“And cannot you speak here?”
“No. They will be passing backwards and forwards.” Lady Alexandrina said nothing further, but led the way into the other large room. That also was lighted, and there were in it four or live persons. Lady Rosina was reading a work on the Millennium, with a light to herself in one corner. Her brother John was asleep in an arm-chair, and a young gentleman and lady were playing chess. There was, however, ample room for Crosbie and Alexandrina to take up a position apart.
“And now, Mr. Crosbie, what have you got to say to me? But, first, I mean to repeat Lady Julia’s question, as I told you that I should do.—When did you hear last from Miss Dale?”
“It is cruel in you to ask me such a question, after what I have already told you. You know that I have given to Miss Dale a promise of marriage.”
“Very well, sir. I don’t see why you should bring me in here to tell me anything that is so publicly known as that. With such a herald as Lady Julia it was quite unnecessary.”
“If you can only answer me in that tone I will make an end of it at once. When I told you of my engagement, I told you also that another woman possessed my heart. Am I wrong to suppose that you knew to whom I alluded?”
“Indeed, I did not, Mr. Crosbie. I am no conjuror, and I have not scrutinised you so closely as your friend Lady Julia.”
“It is you that I love. I am sure I need hardly say so now.”
“Hardly, indeed—considering that you are engaged to Miss Dale.”
“As to that I have, of course, to own that I have behaved foolishly—worse than foolishly, if you choose to say so. You cannot condemn me more absolutely than I condemn myself. But I have made up my mind as to one thing. I will not marry where I do not love.” Oh, if Lily could have heard him as he then spoke! “It would be impossible for me to speak in terms too high of Miss Dale; but I am quite sure that I could not make her happy as her husband.”
“Why did you not think of that before you asked her?” said Alexandrina. But there was very little of condemnation in her tone.
“I ought to have done so; but it is hardly for you to blame me with severi
ty. Had you, when we were last together in London—had you been less—”
“Less what?”
“Less defiant,” said Crosbie, “all this might perhaps have been avoided.”
Lady Alexandrina could not remember that she had been defiant; but, however, she let that pass. “Oh, yes; of course it was my fault.”
“I went down there to Allington with my heart ill at ease, and now I have fallen into this trouble. I tell you all as it has happened. It is impossible that I should marry Miss Dale. It would be wicked in me to do so, seeing that my heart belongs altogether to another. I have told you who is that other; and now may I hope for an answer?”
“An answer to what?”
“Alexandrina, will you be my wife?”
If it had been her object to bring him to a point-blank declaration and proposition of marriage, she had certainly achieved her object now. And she had that trust in her own power of management and in her mother’s, that she did not fear that in accepting him she would incur the risk of being served as he was serving Lily Dale. She knew her own position and his too well for that. If she accepted him she would in due course of time become his wife—let Miss Dale and all her friends say what they might to the contrary. As to that head she had no fear. But nevertheless she did not accept him at once. Though she wished for the prize, her woman’s nature hindered her from taking it when it was offered to her.
“How long is it, Mr. Crosbie,” she said, “since you put the same question to Miss Dale?”
“I have told you everything, Alexandrina—as I promised that I would do. If you intend to punish me for doing so—”
“And I might ask another question. How long will it be before you put the same question to some other girl?”
He turned round as though to walk away from her in anger; but when he had gone half the distance to the door he returned.
“By heaven!” he said, and he spoke somewhat roughly, too, “I’ll have an answer. You at any rate have nothing with which to reproach me. All that I have done wrong, I have done through you, or on your behalf. You have heard my proposal. Do you intend to accept it?”
“I declare you startle me. If you demanded my money or my life, you could not be more imperious.”
“Certainly not more resolute in my determination.”
“And if I decline the honour?”
“I shall think you the most fickle of your sex.”
“And if I were to accept it?”
“I would swear that you were the best, the dearest, and the sweetest of women.”
“I would rather have your good opinion than your bad, certainly,” said Lady Alexandrina. And then it was understood by both of them that that affair was settled. Whenever she was called on in future to speak of Lily, she always called her, “that poor Miss Dale;” but she never again spoke a word of reproach to her future lord about that little adventure. “I shall tell mamma, to-night,” she said to him, as she bade him good-night in some sequestered nook to which they had betaken themselves. Lady Julia’s eye was again on them as they came out from the sequestered nook, but Alexandrina no longer cared for Lady Julia.
“George, I cannot quite understand about that Mr. Palliser. Isn’t he to be a duke, and oughtn’t he to be a lord now?” This question was asked by Mrs. George de Courcy of her husband, when they found themselves together in the seclusion of the nuptial chamber.
“Yes; he’ll be Duke of Omnium when the old fellow dies. I think he’s one of the slowest fellows I ever came across. He’ll take deuced good care of the property, though.”
“But, George, do explain it to me. It is so stupid not to understand, and I am afraid of opening my mouth for fear of blundering.”
“Then keep your mouth shut, my dear. You’ll learn all those sort of things in time, and nobody notices it if you don’t say anything.”
“Yes, but, George—I don’t like to sit silent all the night. I’d sooner be up here with a novel if I can’t speak about anything.”
“Look at Lady Dumbello. She doesn’t want to be always talking.”
“Lady Dumbello is very different from me. But do tell me, who is Mr. Palliser?”
“He’s the duke’s nephew. If he were the duke’s son, he would be the Marquis of Silverbridge.”
“And will he be plain Mister till his uncle dies?”
“Yes, a very plain Mister.”
“What a pity for him. But, George—if I have a baby, and if he should be a boy, and if—”
“Oh, nonsense; it will be time enough to talk of that when he comes. I’m going to sleep.”
CHAPTER XXIV
A Mother-in-Law and a Father-in-Law
On the following morning Mr. Plantagenet Palliser was off upon his political mission before breakfast—either that, or else some private comfort was afforded to him in guise of solitary rolls and coffee. The public breakfast at Courcy Castle was going on at eleven o’clock, and at that hour Mr. Palliser was already closeted with the Mayor of Silverbridge.
“I must get off by the 3.45 train,” said Mr. Palliser. “Who is there to speak after me?”
“Well, I shall say a few words; and Growdy—he’ll expect them to listen to him. Growdy has always stood very firm by his grace, Mr. Palliser.”
“Mind we are in the room sharp at one. And you can have a fly, for me to get away to the station, ready in the yard. I won’t go a moment before I can help. I shall be just an hour and a half myself. No, thank you, I never take any wine in the morning.” And I may here state that Mr. Palliser did get away by the 3.45 train, leaving Mr. Growdy still talking on the platform. Constituents must be treated with respect; but time has become so scarce nowadays that that respect has to be meted out by the quarter of an hour with parsimonious care.
In the meantime there was more leisure at Courcy Caste. Neither the countess nor Lady Alexandrina came down to breakfast, but their absence gave rise to no special remark. Breakfast at the castle was a morning meal at which people showed themselves, or did not show themselves, as it pleased them. Lady Julia was there looking very glum, and Crosbie was sitting next to his future sister-in-law Margaretta, who already had placed herself on terms of close affection with him. As he finished his tea she whispered into his ear, “Mr. Crosbie, if you could spare half-an-hour, mamma would so like to see you in her own room.” Crosbie declared that he would be delighted to wait upon her, and did in truth feel some gratitude in being welcomed as a son-in-law into the house. And yet he felt also that he was being caught, and that in ascending into the private domains of the countess he would be setting the seal upon his own captivity.
Nevertheless, he went with a smiling face and a light step, Lady Margaretta ushering him the way. “Mamma,” said she, “I have brought Mr. Crosbie up to you. I did not know that you were here, Alexandrina, or I should have warned him.”
The countess and her youngest daughter had been breakfasting together in the elder lady’s sitting-room, and were now seated in a very graceful and well-arranged deshabille. The tea-cups out of which they had been drinking were made of some elegant porcelain, the teapot and cream-jug were of chased silver and as delicate in their sway. The remnant of food consisted of morsels of French roll which had not even been allowed to crumble themselves in a disorderly fashion, and of infinitesimal pats of butter. If the morning meal of the two ladies had been as unsubstantial as the appearance of the fragments indicated, it must be presumed that they intended to lunch early. The countess herself was arrayed in an elaborate morning wrapper of figured silk, but the simple Alexandrina wore a plain white muslin peignoir, fastened with pink ribbon. Her hair, which she usually carried in long rolls, now hung loose over her shoulders, and certainly added something to her stock of female charms. The countess got up as Crosbie entered and greeted him with an open hand; but Alexandrina kept her seat, and merely nodded at him a little welcome. “I must run down again,” said Margaretta, “or I shall have left Amelia with all the cares of the house upon her.”
“Alexandrina has told me all about it,” said the countess, with her sweetest smile, “and I have given her my approval. I really do think you will suit each other very well.”
“I am very much obliged to you,” said Crosbie. “I’m sure at any rate of this—that she will suit me very well.”
“Yes; I think she will. She is a good sensible girl.”
“Psha, mamma; pray don’t go on in that Goody Twoshoes sort of way.”
“So you are, my dear. If you were not it would not be well for you to do as you are going to do. If you were giddy and harum-scarum, and devoted to rank and wealth and that sort of thing, it would not be well for you to marry a commoner without fortune. I’m sure Mr. Crosbie will excuse me for saying so much as that.”
“Of course I know,” said Crosbie, “that I had no right to look so high.”
“Well; we’ll say nothing more about it,” said the countess.
“Pray don’t,” said Alexandrina. “It sounds so like a sermon.”
“Sit down, Mr. Crosbie,” said the countess, “and let us have a little conversation. She shall sit by you, if you like it. Nonsense, Alexandrina—if he asks it!”
“Don’t, mamma—I mean to remain where I am.”
“Very well, my dear—then remain where you are. She is a wilful girl, Mr. Crosbie; as you will say when you hear that she has told me all that you told her last night.” Upon hearing this, he changed colour a little, but said nothing. “She has told me,” continued the countess, “about that young lady at Allington. Upon my word, I’m afraid you have been very naughty.”
“I have been foolish, Lady de Courcy.”
“Of course; I did not mean anything worse than that. Yes, you have been foolish—amusing yourself in a thoughtless way, you know, and, perhaps, a little piqued because a certain lady was not to be won so easily as your Royal Highness wished. Well, now, all that must be settled, you know, as quickly as possible. I don’t want to ask any indiscreet questions; but if the young lady has really been left with any idea that you meant anything, don’t you think you should undeceive her at once?”
“Of course he will, mamma.”
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