But he found that others, as well as he, were labouring under a stress of sentiment; and when about to tell his own tale, he had learned that a tale was to be told to him. He had dined with Lady Mason, his mother, and his grandfather, and the dinner had been very silent. Three of the party were in love, and the fourth was burdened with the telling of the tale. The baronet himself said nothing on the subject as he and his grandson sat over their wine; but later in the evening Peregrine was summoned to his mother's room, and she, with considerable hesitation7 and much diffidence, informed him of the coming nuptials8.
"Marry Lady Mason!" he had said.
"Yes, Peregrine. Why should he not do so if they both wish it?"
Peregrine thought that there were many causes and impediments sufficiently9 just why no such marriage should take place, but he had not his arguments ready at his fingers' ends. He was so stunned10 by the intelligence that he could say but little about it on that occasion. By the few words that he did say, and by the darkness of his countenance11, he showed plainly enough that he disapproved12. And then his mother said all that she could in the baronet's favour, pointing out that in a pecuniary13 way Peregrine would receive benefit rather than injury.
"I'm not thinking of the money, mother."
"No, my dear; but it is right that I should tell you how considerate your grandfather is."
"All the same, I wish he would not marry this woman."
"Woman, Peregrine! You should not speak in that way of a friend whom I dearly love."
"She is a woman all the same." And then he sat sulkily looking at the fire. His own stress of sentiment did not admit of free discussion at the present moment, and was necessarily postponed14. On that other affair he was told that his grandfather would be glad to see him on the following morning; and then he left his mother.
"Your grandfather, Peregrine, asked for my assent," said Mrs. Orme; "and I thought it right to give it." This she said to make him understand that it was no longer in her power to oppose the match. And she was thoroughly15 glad that this was so, for she would have lacked the courage to oppose Sir Peregrine in anything.
On the next morning Peregrine saw his grandfather before breakfast. His mother came to his room door while he was dressing16 to whisper a word of caution to him. "Pray, be courteous17 to him," she said. "Remember how good he is to you—to us both! Say that you congratulate him."
"But I don't," said Peregrine.
"Ah, but, Peregrine—"
"I'll tell you what I'll do, mother. I'll leave the house altogether and go away, if you wish it."
"Oh, Peregrine! How can you speak in that way? But he's waiting now. Pray, pray, be kind in your manner to him."
He descended18 with the same sort of feeling which had oppressed him on his return home after his encounter with Carroty Bob in Smithfield. Since then he had been on enduring good terms with his grandfather, but now again all the discomforts19 of war were imminent20.
"Good morning, sir," he said, on going into his grandfather's dressing-room.
"Good morning, Peregrine." And then there was silence for a moment or two.
"Did you see your mother last night?"
"Yes; I did see her."
"And she told you what it is that I propose to do?"
"Yes, sir; she told me."
"I hope you understand, my boy, that it will not in any way affect your own interests injuriously."
"I don't care about that, sir—one way or the other."
"But I do, Peregrine. Having seen to that I think that I have a right to please myself in this matter."
"Oh, yes, sir; I know you have the right."
"Especially as I can benefit others. Are you aware that your mother has cordially given her consent to the marriage?"
"She told me that you had asked her, and that she had agreed to it. She would agree to anything."
"Peregrine, that is not the way in which you should speak of your mother."
And then the young man stood silent, as though there was nothing more to be said. Indeed, he had nothing more to say. He did not dare to bring forward in words all the arguments against the marriage which were now crowding themselves into his memory, but he could not induce himself to wish the old man joy, or to say any of those civil things which are customary on such occasions. The baronet sat for a while, silent also, and a cloud of anger was coming across his brow; but he checked that before he spoke21. "Well, my boy," he said, and his voice was almost more than usually kind, "I can understand your thoughts, and we will say nothing of them at present. All I will ask of you is to treat Lady Mason in a manner befitting the position in which I intend to place her."
"If you think it will be more comfortable, sir, I will leave The Cleeve for a time."
"I hope that may not be necessary—Why should it? Or at any rate, not as yet," he added, as a thought as to his wedding day occurred to him. And then the interview was over, and in another half-hour they met again at breakfast.
In the breakfast-room Lady Mason was also present. Peregrine was the last to enter, and as he did so his grandfather was already standing22 in his usual place, with the book of Prayers in his hand, waiting that the servants should arrange themselves at their chairs before he knelt down. There was no time then for much greeting, but Peregrine did shake hands with her as he stept across to his accustomed corner. He shook hands with her, and felt that her hand was very cold; but he did not look at her, nor did he hear any answer given to his muttered words. When they all got up she remained close to Mrs. Orme, as though she might thus be protected from the anger which she feared from Sir Peregrine's other friends. And at breakfast also she sat close to her, far away from the baronet, and almost hidden by the urn2 from his grandson. Sitting there she said nothing; neither in truth did she eat anything. It was a time of great suffering to her, for she knew that her coming could not be welcomed by the young heir. "It must not be," she said to herself over and over again. "Though he turn me out of the house, I must tell him that it cannot be so."
After breakfast Peregrine had ridden over to Orley Farm, and there held his consultation23 with the other heir. On his returning to The Cleeve, he did not go into the house, but having given up his horse to a groom24, wandered away among the woods. Lucius Mason had suggested that he, Peregrine Orme, should himself speak to Lady Mason on this matter. He felt that his grandfather would be very angry, should he do so. But he did not regard that much. He had filled himself full with the theory of his duties, and he would act up to it. He would see her, without telling any one what was his purpose, and put it to her whether she would bring down this destruction on so noble a gentleman. Having thus resolved, he returned to the house, when it was already dark, and making his way into the drawing-room, sat himself down before the fire, still thinking of his plan. The room was dark, as such rooms are dark for the last hour or two before dinner in January, and he sat himself in an arm-chair before the fire, intending to sit there till it would be necessary that he should go to dress. It was an unaccustomed thing with him so to place himself at such a time, or to remain in the drawing-room at all till he came down for a few minutes before dinner; but he did so now, having been thrown out of his usual habits by the cares upon his mind. He had been so seated about a quarter of an hour, and was already nearly asleep, when he heard the rustle25 of a woman's garment, and looking round, with such light as the fire gave him, perceived that Lady Mason was in the room. She had entered very quietly, and was making her way in the dark to a chair which she frequently occupied, between the fire and one of the windows, and in doing so she passed so near Peregrine as to touch him with her dress.
"Lady Mason," he said, speaking, in the first place, in order that she might know that she was not alone, "it is almost dark; shall I ring for candles for you?"
She started at hearing his voice, begged his pardon for disturbing him, declined his offer of light, and declared that she was going up again to her own room immediately. But it occurred to him that if it would be well that he should speak to her, it would be well that he should do so at once; and what opportunity could be more fitting than the present? "If you are not in a hurry about anything," he said, "would you mind staying here for a few minutes?"
"Oh no, certainly not." But he could perceive that her voice trembled in uttering even these few words.
"I think I'd better light a candle," he said; and then he did light one of those which stood on the corner of the mantelpiece,—a solitary26 candle, which only seemed to make the gloom of the large room visible. She, however, was standing close to it, and would have much preferred that the room should have been left to its darkness.
"Won't you sit down for a few minutes?" and then she sat down. "I'll just shut the door, if you don't mind." And then, having done so, he returned to his own chair and again faced the fire. He saw that she was pale and nervous, and he did not like to look at her as he spoke. He began to reflect also that they might probably be interrupted by his mother, and he wished that they could adjourn27 to some other room. That, however, seemed to be impossible; so he summoned up all his courage, and began his task.
"I hope you won't think me uncivil, Lady Mason, for speaking to you about this affair."
"Oh no, Mr. Orme; I am sure that you will not be uncivil to me."
"Of course I cannot help feeling a great concern in it, for it's very nearly the same, you know, as if he were my father. Indeed, if you come to that, it's almost worse; and I can assure you it is nothing about money that I mind. Many fellows in my place would be afraid about that, but I don't care twopence what he does in that respect. He is so honest and so noble-hearted, that I am sure he won't do me a wrong."
"I hope not, Mr. Orme; and certainly not in respect to me."
"I only mention it for fear you should misunderstand me. But there are other reasons, Lady Mason, why this marriage will make me—make me very unhappy."
"Are there? I shall be so unhappy if I make others unhappy."
"You will then,—I can assure you of that. It is not only me, but your own son. I was up with him to-day, and he thinks of it the same as I do."
"What did he say, Mr. Orme?"
"What did he say? Well, I don't exactly remember his words; but he made me understand that your marriage with Sir Peregrine would make him very unhappy. He did indeed. Why do you not see him yourself, and talk to him?"
"I thought it best to write to him in the first place."
"Well, now you have written; and don't you think it would be well that you should go up and see him? You will find that he is quite as strong against it as I am,—quite."
Peregrine, had he known it, was using the arguments which were of all the least likely to induce Lady Mason to pay a visit to Orley Farm. She dreaded28 the idea of a quarrel with her son, and would have made almost any sacrifice to prevent such a misfortune; but at the present moment she feared the anger of his words almost more than the anger implied by his absence. If this trial could be got over, she would return to him and almost throw herself at his feet; but till that time, might it not be well that they should be apart? At any rate, these tidings of his discontent could not be efficacious in inducing her to seek him.
"Dear Lucius!" she said, not addressing herself to her companion, but speaking her thoughts. "I would not willingly give him cause to be discontented with me."
"He is, then, very discontented. I can assure you of that."
"Yes; he and I think differently about all this."
"Ah, but don't you think you had better speak to him before you quite make up your mind? He is your son, you know; and an uncommon29 clever fellow too. He'll know how to say all this much better than I do."
"Say what, Mr. Orme?"
"Why, of course you can't expect that anybody will like such a marriage as this;—that is, anybody except you and Sir Peregrine."
"Your mother does not object to it."
"My mother! But you don't know my mother yet. She would not object to have her head cut off if anybody wanted it that she cared about. I do not know how it has all been managed, but I suppose Sir Peregrine asked her. Then of course she would not object. But look at the common sense of it, Lady Mason. What does the world always say when an old man like my grandfather marries a young woman?"
"But I am not—." So far she got, and then she stopped herself.
"We have all liked you very much. I'm sure I have for one; and I'll go in for you, heart and soul, in this shameful30 law business. When Lucius asked me, I didn't think anything of going to that scoundrel in Hamworth; and all along I've been delighted that Sir Peregrine took it up. By heavens! I'd be glad to go down to Yorkshire myself, and walk into that fellow that wants to do you this injury. I would indeed; and I'll stand by you as strong as anybody. But, Lady Mason, when it comes to one's grandfather marrying, it—it—it—. Think what people in the county will say of him. If it was your father, and if he had been at the top of the tree all his life, how would you like to see him get a fall, and be laughed at as though he were in the mud just when he was too old ever to get up again?"
I am not sure whether Lucius Mason, with all his cleverness, could have put the matter much better, or have used a style of oratory31 more efficacious to the end in view. Peregrine had drawn32 his picture with a coarse pencil, but he had drawn it strongly, and with graphic33 effect. And then he paused; not with self-confidence, or as giving his companion time to see how great had been his art, but in want of words, and somewhat confused by the strength of his own thoughts. So he got up and poked34 the fire, turning his back to it, and then sat down again. "It is such a deuce of a thing, Lady Mason," he said, "that you must not be angry with me for speaking out."
"Oh, Mr. Orme, I am not angry, and I do not know what to say to you."
"Why don't you speak to Lucius?"
"What could he say more than you have said? Dear Mr. Orme, I would not injure him,—your grandfather, I mean,—for all that the world holds."
"You will injure him;—in the eyes of all his friends."
"Then I will not do it. I will go to him, and beg him that it may not be so. I will tell him that I cannot. Anything will be better than bringing him to sorrow or disgrace."
"By Jove! but will you really?" Peregrine was startled and almost frightened at the effect of his own eloquence35. What would the baronet say when he learned that he had been talked out of his wife by his grandson?
"Mr. Orme," continued Lady Mason, "I am sure you do not understand how this matter has been brought about. If you did, however much it might grieve you, you would not blame me, even in your thoughts. From the first to the last my only desire has been to obey your grandfather in everything."
"I would—and did so intend. I would, certainly; if in doing so I did him no injury. You say that your mother would give her life for him. So would I;—that or anything else that I could give, without hurting him or others. It was not I that sought for this marriage; nor did I think of it. If you were in my place, Mr. Orme, you would know how difficult it is to refuse."
Peregrine again got up, and standing with his back to the fire, thought over it all again. His soft heart almost relented towards the woman who had borne his rough words with so much patient kindness. Had Sir Peregrine been there then, and could he have condescended37 so far, he might have won his grandson's consent without much trouble. Peregrine, like some other generals, had expended38 his energy in gaining his victory, and was more ready now to come to easy terms than he would have been had he suffered in the combat.
Peregrine's Eloquence.
Peregrine's Eloquence.
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"Well," he said after a while, "I'm sure I'm very much obliged to you for the manner in which you have taken what I said to you. Nobody knows about it yet, I suppose; and perhaps, if you will talk to the governor—"
"I will talk to him, Mr. Orme."
"Thank you; and then perhaps all things may turn out right. I'll go and dress now." And so saying he took his departure, leaving her to consider how best she might act at this crisis of her life, so that things might go right, if such were possible. The more she thought of it, the less possible it seemed that her affairs should be made to go right.
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