The Palliser Novels

by Anthony Trollope

  I cannot say that the dinner was good. It may be a doubt whether such tradesmen as Messrs. Stewam and Sugarscraps do ever produce good food; — or whether, with all the will in the world to do so, such a result is within their power. It is certain, I think, that the humblest mutton chop is better eating than any “Supreme of chicken after martial manner,” — as I have seen the dish named in a French bill of fare, translated by a French pastrycook for the benefit of his English customers, — when sent in from Messrs. Stewam and Sugarscraps even with their best exertions. Nor can it be said that the wine was good, though Mr. Sugarscraps, when he contracted for the whole entertainment, was eager in his assurance that he procured the very best that London could produce. But the outside look of things was handsome, and there were many dishes, and enough of servants to hand them, and the wines, if not good, were various. Probably Pountney and Gunner did not know good wines. Roby did, but was contented on this occasion to drink them bad. And everything went pleasantly, with perhaps a little too much noise; — everything except the hostess, who was allowed by general consent to be sad and silent; — till there came a loud double-rap at the door.

  “There’s papa,” said Emily, jumping up from her seat.

  Mrs. Dick looked at Lopez, and saw at a glance that for a moment his courage had failed him. But he recovered himself quickly. “Hadn’t you better keep your seat, my dear?” he said to his wife. “The servants will attend to Mr. Wharton, and I will go to him presently.”

  “Oh, no,” said Emily, who by this time was almost at the door.

  “You didn’t expect him, — did you?” asked Dick Roby.

  “Nobody knew when he was coming. I think he told Emily that he might be here any day.”

  “He’s the most uncertain man alive,” said Mrs. Dick, who was a good deal scared by the arrival, though determined to hold up her head and exhibit no fear.

  “I suppose the old gentleman will come in and have some dinner,” whispered Captain Gunner to his neighbour Mrs. Leslie.

  “Not if he knows I’m here,” replied Mrs. Leslie, tittering. “He thinks that I am, — oh, something a great deal worse than I can tell you.”

  “Is he given to be cross?” asked Lady Eustace, also affecting to whisper.

  “Never saw him in my life,” answered the Major, “but I shouldn’t wonder if he was. Old gentlemen generally are cross. Gout, and that kind of thing, you know.”

  For a minute or two the servants stopped their ministrations, and things were very uncomfortable; but Lopez, as soon as he had recovered himself, directed Mr. Sugarscraps’ men to proceed with the banquet. “We can eat our dinner, I suppose, though my father-in-law has come back,” he said. “I wish my wife was not so fussy, though that is a kind of thing, Lady Eustace, that one has to expect from young wives.” The banquet did go on, but the feeling was general that a misfortune had come upon them, and that something dreadful might possibly happen.

  Emily, when she rushed out, met her father in the hall, and ran into his arms. “Oh, papa!” she exclaimed.

  “What’s all this about?” he asked, and as he spoke he passed on through the hall to his own room at the back of the house. There were of course many evidences on all sides of the party, — the strange servants, the dishes going in and out, the clatter of glasses, and the smell of viands. “You’ve got a dinner-party,” he said. “Had you not better go back to your friends?”

  “No, papa.”

  “What is the matter, Emily? You are unhappy.”

  “Oh, so unhappy!”

  “What is it all about? Who are they? Whose doing is it, — yours or his? What makes you unhappy?”

  He was now seated in his arm-chair, and she threw herself on her knees at his feet. “He would have them. You mustn’t be angry with me. You won’t be angry with me; — will you?”

  He put his hand upon her head, and stroked her hair. “Why should I be angry with you because your husband has asked friends to dinner?” She was so unlike her usual self that he knew not what to make of it. It had not been her nature to kneel and to ask for pardon, or to be timid and submissive. “What is it, Emily, that makes you like this?”

  “He shouldn’t have had the people.”

  “Well; — granted. But it does not signify much. Is your aunt Harriet there?”

  “Yes.”

  “It can’t be very bad, then.”

  “Mrs. Leslie is there, and Lady Eustace, — and two men I don’t like.”

  “Is Everett here?”

  “No; — he wouldn’t have Everett.”

  “Oughtn’t you to go to them?”

  “Don’t make me go. I should only cry. I have been crying all day, and the whole of yesterday.” Then she buried her face upon his knees, and sobbed as though she would break her heart.

  He couldn’t at all understand it. Though he distrusted his son-in-law, and certainly did not love him, he had not as yet learned to hold him in aversion. When the connection was once made he had determined to make the best of it, and had declared to himself that as far as manners went the man was well enough. He had not as yet seen the inside of the man, as it had been the sad fate of the poor wife to see him. It had never occurred to him that his daughter’s love had failed her, or that she could already be repenting what she had done. And now, when she was weeping at his feet and deploring the sin of the dinner-party, — which, after all, was a trifling sin, — he could not comprehend the feelings which were actuating her. “I suppose your aunt Harriet made up the party,” he said.

  “He did it.”

  “Your husband?”

  “Yes; — he did it. He wrote to the women in my name when I refused.” Then Mr. Wharton began to perceive that there had been a quarrel. “I told him Mrs. Leslie oughtn’t to come here.”

  “I don’t love Mrs. Leslie, — nor, for the matter of that, Lady Eustace. But they won’t hurt the house, my dear.”

  “And he has had the dinner sent in from a shop.”

  “Why couldn’t he let Mrs. Williams do it?” As he said this, the tone of his voice became for the first time angry.

  “Cook has gone away. She wouldn’t stand it. And Mrs. Williams is very angry. And Barker wouldn’t wait at table.”

  “What’s the meaning of it all?”

  “He would have it so. Oh, papa, you don’t know what I’ve undergone. I wish, — I wish we had not come here. It would have been better anywhere else.”

  “What would have been better, dear?”

  “Everything. Whether we lived or died, it would have been better. Why should I bring my misery to you? Oh, papa, you do not know, — you can never know.”

  “But I must know. Is there more than this dinner to disturb you?”

  “Oh, yes; — more than that. Only I couldn’t bear that it should be done in your house.”

  “Has he — ill-treated you?”

  Then she got up, and stood before him. “I do not mean to complain. I should have said nothing only that you have found us in this way. For myself I will bear it all, whatever it may be. But, papa, I want you to tell him that we must leave this house.”

  “He has got no other home for you.”

  “He must find one. I will go anywhere. I don’t care where it is. But I won’t stay here. I have done it myself, but I won’t bring it upon you. I could bear it all if I thought that you would never see me again.”

  “Emily!”

  “Yes; — if you would never see me again. I know it all, and that would be best.” She was now walking about the room. “Why should you see it all?”

  “See what, my love?”

  “See his ruin, and my unhappiness, and my baby. Oh, — oh, — oh!”

  “I think so very differently, Emily, that under no circumstances will I have you taken to another home. I cannot understand much of all this yet, but I suppose I shall come to see it. If Lopez be, as you say, ruined, it is well that I have still enough for us to live on. This is a bad time just now to talk about your husband’s affairs.�
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  “I did not mean to talk about them, papa.”

  “What would you like best to do now, — now at once. Can you go down again to your husband’s friends?”

  “No; — no; — no.”

  “As for the dinner, never mind about that. I can’t blame him for making use of my house in my absence, as far as that goes, — though I wish he could have contented himself with such a dinner as my servants could have prepared for him. I will have some tea here.”

  “Let me stay with you, papa, and make it for you.”

  “Very well, dear. I do not mean to be ashamed to enter my own dining-room. I shall, therefore, go in and make your apologies.” Thereupon Mr. Wharton walked slowly forth and marched into the dining-room.

  “Oh, Mr. Wharton,” said Mrs. Dick, “we didn’t expect you.”

  “Have you dined yet, sir?” asked Lopez.

  “I dined early,” said Mr. Wharton. “I should not now have come in to disturb you, but that I have found Mrs. Lopez unwell, and she has begged me to ask you to excuse her.”

  “I will go to her,” said Lopez, rising.

  “It is not necessary,” said Wharton. “She is not ill, but hardly able to take her place at table.” Then Mrs. Dick proposed to go to her dear niece; but Mr. Wharton would not allow it, and left the room, having succeeded in persuading them to go on with their dinner. Lopez certainly was not happy during the evening, but he was strong enough to hide his misgivings, and to do his duty as host with seeming cheerfulness.

  CHAPTER XLIX

  “Where Is Guatemala?”

  Though his daughter’s words to him had been very wild they did almost more to convince Mr. Wharton that he should not give his money to his son-in-law than even the letters which had passed between them. To Emily herself he spoke very little as to what had occurred that evening. “Papa,” she said, “do not ask me anything more about it. I was very miserable, — because of the dinner.” Nor did he at that time ask her any questions, contenting himself with assuring her that, at any rate at present, and till after her baby should have been born, she must remain in Manchester Square. “He won’t hurt me,” said Mr. Wharton, and then added with a smile, “He won’t have to have any more dinner-parties while I am here.”

  Nor did he make any complaint to Lopez as to what had been done, or even allude to the dinner. But when he had been back about a week he announced to his son-in-law his final determination as to money. “I had better tell you, Lopez, what I mean to do, so that you may not be left in doubt. I shall not intrust any further sum of money into your hands on behalf of Emily.”

  “You can do as you please, sir, — of course.”

  “Just so. You have had what to me is a very considerable sum, — though I fear that it did not go for much in your large concerns.”

  “It was not very much, Mr. Wharton.”

  “I dare say not. Opinions on such a matter differ, you know. At any rate, there will be no more. At present I wish Emily to live here, and you, of course, are welcome here also. If things are not going well with you, this will, at any rate, relieve you from immediate expense.”

  “My calculations, sir, have never descended to that.”

  “Mine are more minute. The necessities of my life have caused me to think of these little things. When I am dead there will be provision for Emily made by my will, — the income going to trustees for her benefit, and the capital to her children after her death. I thought it only fair to you that this should be explained.”

  “And you will do nothing for me?”

  “Nothing; — if that is nothing. I should have thought that your present maintenance and the future support of your wife and children would have been regarded as something.”

  “It is nothing; — nothing!”

  “Then let it be nothing. Good morning.”

  Two days after that Lopez recurred to the subject. “You were very explicit with me the other day, sir.”

  “I meant to be so.”

  “And I will be equally so to you now. Both I and your daughter are absolutely ruined unless you reconsider your purpose.”

  “If you mean money by reconsideration, — present money to be given to you, — I certainly shall not reconsider it. You may take my solemn assurance that I will give you nothing that can be of any service to you in trade.”

  “Then, sir, — I must tell you my purpose, and give you my assurance, which is equally solemn. Under those circumstances I must leave England, and try my fortune in Central America. There is an opening for me at Guatemala, though not a very hopeful one.”

  “Guatemala!”

  “Yes; — friends of mine have a connection there. I have not broken it to Emily yet, but under these circumstances she will have to go.”

  “You will not take her to Guatemala!”

  “Not take my wife, sir? Indeed I shall. Do you suppose that I would go away and leave my wife a pensioner on your bounty? Do you think that she would wish to desert her husband? I don’t think you know your daughter.”

  “I wish you had never known her.”

  “That is neither here nor there, sir. If I cannot succeed in this country I must go elsewhere. As I have told you before, £20,000 at the present moment would enable me to surmount all my difficulties, and make me a very wealthy man. But unless I can command some such sum by Christmas everything here must be sacrificed.”

  “Never in my life did I hear so base a proposition,” said Mr. Wharton.

  “Why is it base? I can only tell you the truth.”

  “So be it. You will find that I mean what I have said.”

  “So do I, Mr. Wharton.”

  “As to my daughter, she must, of course, do as she thinks fit.”

  “She must do as I think fit, Mr. Wharton.”

  “I will not argue with you. Alas, alas; poor girl!”

  “Poor girl, indeed! She is likely to be a poor girl if she is treated in this way by her father. As I understand that you intend to use, or to try to use, authority over her, I shall take steps for removing her at once from your house.” And so the interview was ended.

  Lopez had thought the matter over, and had determined to “brazen it out,” as he himself called it. Nothing further was, he thought, to be got by civility and obedience. Now he must use his power. His idea of going to Guatemala was not an invention of the moment, nor was it devoid of a certain basis of truth. Such a suggestion had been made to him some time since by Mr. Mills Happerton. There were mines in Guatemala which wanted, or at some future day might want, a resident director. The proposition had been made to Lopez before his marriage, and Mr. Happerton probably had now forgotten all about it; — but the thing was of service now. He broke the matter very suddenly to his wife. “Has your father been speaking to you of my plans?”

  “Not lately; — not that I remember.”

  “He could not speak of them without your remembering, I should think. Has he told you that I am going to Guatemala?”

  “Guatemala! Where is Guatemala, Ferdinand?”

  “You can answer my question though your geography is deficient.”

  “He has said nothing about your going anywhere.”

  “You will have to go, — as soon after Christmas as you may be fit.”

  “But where is Guatemala; — and for how long, Ferdinand?”

  “Guatemala is in Central America, and we shall probably settle there for the rest of our lives. I have got nothing to live on here.”

  During the next two months this plan of seeking a distant home and a strange country was constantly spoken of in Manchester Square, and did receive corroboration from Mr. Happerton himself. Lopez renewed his application and received a letter from that gentleman saying that the thing might probably be arranged if he were in earnest. “I am quite in earnest,” Lopez said as he showed this letter to Mr. Wharton. “I suppose Emily will be able to start two months after her confinement. They tell me that babies do very well at sea.”

  During this time, in spite
of his threat, he continued to live with Mr. Wharton in Manchester Square, and went every day into the city, — whether to make arrangements and receive instructions as to Guatemala, or to carry on his old business, neither Emily nor her father knew. He never at this time spoke about his affairs to either of them, but daily referred to her future expatriation as a thing that was certain. At last there came up the actual question, — whether she were to go or not. Her father told her that though she was doubtless bound by law to obey her husband, in such a matter as this she might defy the law. “I do not think that he can actually force you on board the ship,” her father said.

  “But if he tells me that I must go?”

  “Stay here with me,” said the father. “Stay here with your baby. I’ll fight it out for you. I’ll so manage that you shall have all the world on your side.”

  Emily at that moment came to no decision, but on the following day she discussed the matter with Lopez himself. “Of course you will go with me,” he said, when she asked the question.