And now Miss Thorne’s guests were beginning to take their departure, and the amusement of those who remained was becoming slack. It was getting dark, and ladies in morning costumes were thinking that, if they were to appear by candlelight, they ought to readjust themselves. Some young gentlemen had been heard to talk so loud that prudent1 mammas determined2 to retire judiciously3, and the more discreet4 of the male sex, whose libations had been moderate, felt that there was not much more left for them to do.
Morning parties, as a rule, are failures. People never know how to get away from them gracefully5. A picnic on an island or a mountain or in a wood may perhaps be permitted. There is no master of the mountain bound by courtesy to bid you stay while in his heart he is longing6 for your departure. But in a private house or in private grounds a morning party is a bore. One is called on to eat and drink at unnatural7 hours. One is obliged to give up the day, which is useful, and is then left without resource for the evening, which is useless. One gets home fagged and dés?uvré and yet at an hour too early for bed. There is no comfortable resource left. Cards in these genteel days are among the things tabooed, and a rubber of whist is impracticable.
All this began now to be felt. Some young people had come with some amount of hope that they might get up a dance in the evening, and were unwilling8 to leave till all such hope was at an end. Others, fearful of staying longer than was expected, had ordered their carriages early, and were doing their best to go, solicitous9 for their servants and horses. The countess and her noble brood were among the first to leave, and as regarded the Hon. George, it was certainly time that he did so. Her ladyship was in a great fret10 and fume11. Those horrid12 roads would, she was sure, be the death of her if unhappily she were caught in them by the dark night. The lamps she was assured were good, but no lamp could withstand the jolting13 of the roads of East Barsetshire. The De Courcy property lay in the western division of the county.
Mrs. Proudie could not stay when the countess was gone. So the bishop14 was searched for by the Revs15. Messrs. Grey and Green and found in one corner of the tent enjoying himself thoroughly16 in a disquisition on the hebdomadal board. He obeyed, however, the behests of his lady without finishing the sentence in which he was promising17 to Dr. Gwynne that his authority at Oxford18 should remain unimpaired, and the episcopal horses turned their noses towards the palatial19 stables. Then the Grantlys went. Before they did so Mr. Harding managed to whisper a word into his daughter’s ear. Of course, he said, he would undeceive the Grantlys as to that foolish rumour20 about Mr. Slope.
“No, no, no,” said Eleanor; “pray do not — pray wait till I see you. You will be home in a day or two, and then I will I explain to you everything.”
“I shall be home tomorrow,” said he.
“I am so glad,” said Eleanor. “You will come and dine with me, and then we shall be so comfortable.”
Mr. Harding promised. He did not exactly know what there was to be explained, or why Dr. Grantly’s mind should not be disabused21 of the mistake into which he had fallen, but nevertheless he promised. He owed some reparation to his daughter, and he thought that he might best make it by obedience22.
And thus the people were thinning off by degrees as Charlotte and Eleanor walked about in quest of Bertie. Their search might have been long had they not happened to hear his voice. He was comfortably ensconced in the ha-ha, with his back to the sloping side, smoking a cigar, and eagerly engaged in conversation with some youngster from the further side of the county, whom he had never met before, who was also smoking under Bertie’s pupilage and listening with open ears to an account given by his companion of some of the pastimes of Eastern clime.
“Bertie, I am seeking you everywhere,” said Charlotte. “Come up here at once.”
Bertie looked up out of the ha-ha and saw the two ladies before him. As there was nothing for him but to obey, he got up and threw away his cigar. From the first moment of his acquaintance with her he had liked Eleanor Bold. Had he been left to his own devices, had she been penniless, and had it then been quite out of the question that he should marry her, he would most probably have fallen violently in love with her. But now he could not help regarding her somewhat as he did the marble workshops at Carrara, as he had done his easel and palette, as he had done the lawyer’s chambers24 in London — in fact, as he had invariably regarded everything by which it had been proposed to him to obtain the means of living. Eleanor Bold appeared before I him, no longer as a beautiful woman, but as a new profession called matrimony. It was a profession indeed requiring but little labour and one in which an income was insured to him. But nevertheless he had been as it were goaded25 on to it; his sister had talked to him of Eleanor, just as she had talked of busts26 and portraits. Bertie did not dislike money, but he hated the very thought of earning it. He was now called away from his pleasant cigar to earn it, by offering himself as a husband to Mrs. Bold. The work indeed was made easy enough, for in lieu of his having to seek the widow, the widow had apparently27 come to seek him.
He made some sudden absurd excuse to his auditor28 and then, throwing away his cigar, climbed up the wall of the ha-ha and joined the ladies on the lawn.
“Come and give Mrs. Bold an arm,” said Charlotte, “while I set you on a piece of duty which, as a preux chevalier, you must immediately perform. Your personal danger will, I fear, be insignificant30, as your antagonist31 is a clergyman.”
Bertie immediately gave his arm to Eleanor, walking between her and his sister. He had lived too long abroad to fall into the Englishman’s habit of offering each an arm to two ladies at the same time — a habit, by the by, which foreigners regard as an approach to bigamy, or a sort of incipient32 Mormonism.
The little history of Mr. Slope’s misconduct was then told to Bertie by his sister, Eleanor’s ears tingling33 the while. And well they might tingle34. If it were necessary to speak of the outrage35 at all, why should it be spoken of to such a person as Mr. Stanhope, and why in her own hearing? She knew she was wrong, and was unhappy and dispirited, yet she could think of no way to extricate37 herself, no way to set herself right. Charlotte spared her as much as she possibly could, spoke36 of the whole thing as though Mr. Slope had taken a glass of wine too much, said that of course there would be nothing more about it but that steps must be taken to exclude Mr. Slope from the carriage.
“Mrs. Bold need be under no alarm about that,” said Bertie, “for Mr. Slope has gone this hour past. He told me that business made it necessary that he should start at once for Barchester.”
“He is not so tipsy, at any rate, but what he knows his fault,” said Charlotte. “Well, my dear, that is one difficulty over. Now I’ll leave you with your true knight38 and get Madeline off as quickly as I can. The carriage is here, I suppose, Bertie?”
“It has been here for the last hour.”
“That’s well. Good-bye, my dear. Of course you’ll come in to tea. I shall trust to you to bring her, Bertie, even by force if necessary.” And so saying, Charlotte ran off across the lawn, leaving her brother alone with the widow.
As Miss Stanhope went off, Eleanor bethought herself that, as Mr. Slope had taken his departure, there no longer existed any necessity for separating Mr. Stanhope from his sister Madeline, who so much needed his aid. It had been arranged that he should remain so as to preoccupy39 Mr. Slope’s place in the carriage and act as a social policeman, to effect the exclusion40 of that disagreeable gentleman. But Mr. Slope had effected his own exclusion, and there was no possible reason now why Bertie should not go with his sister — at least Eleanor saw none, and she said as much.
“Oh, let Charlotte have her own way,” said he. “She has arranged it, and there will be no end of confusion if we make another change. Charlotte always arranges everything in our house and rules us like a despot.”
“But the signora?” said Eleanor.
“Oh, the signora can do very well without me. Indeed, she will have to do without me,” he added, thinking rather of his studies in Carrara than of his Barchester hymeneals.
“Why, you are not going to leave us?” asked Eleanor.
It has been said that Bertie Stanhope was a man without principle. He certainly was so. He had no power of using active mental exertion41 to keep himself from doing evil. Evil had no ugliness in his eyes; virtue42 no beauty. He was void of any of these feelings which actuate men to do good. But he was perhaps equally void of those which actuate men to do evil. He got into debt with utter recklessness, thinking nothing as to whether the tradesmen would ever be paid or not. But he did not invent active schemes of deceit for the sake of extracting the goods of others. If a man gave him credit, that was the man’s look-out; Bertie Stanhope troubled himself nothing further. In borrowing money he did the same; he gave people references to “his governor;” told them that the “old chap” had a good income; and agreed to pay sixty per cent for the accommodation. All this he did without a scruple43 of conscience, but then he never contrived44 active villainy.
In this affair of his marriage it had been represented to him as a matter of duty that he ought to put himself in possession of Mrs. Bold’s hand and fortune, and at first he had so regarded it. About her he had thought but little. It was the customary thing for men situated45 as he was to marry for money, and there was no reason why he should not do what others around him did. And so he consented. But now he began to see the matter in another light. He was setting himself down to catch this woman, as a cat sits to catch a mouse. He was to catch her, and swallow her up, her and her child, and her houses and land, in order that he might live on her instead of on his father. There was a cold, calculating, cautious cunning about this quite at variance46 with Bertie’s character. The prudence47 of the measure was quite as antagonistic48 to his feelings as the iniquity49.
And then, should he be successful, what would be the reward? Having satisfied his creditors50 with half of the widow’s fortune, he would be allowed to sit down quietly at Barchester, keeping economical house with the remainder. His duty would be to rock the cradle of the late Mr. Bold’s child, and his highest excitement a demure51 party at Plumstead Rectory, should it ultimately turn out that the archdeacon would be sufficiently52 reconciled to receive him.
There was very little in the programme to allure53 such a man as Bertie Stanhope. Would not the Carrara workshop, or whatever worldly career fortune might have in store for him, would not almost anything be better than this? The lady herself was undoubtedly54 all that was desirable, but the most desirable lady becomes nauseous when she has to be taken as a pill. He was pledged to his sister, however, and let him quarrel with whom he would, it behoved him not to quarrel with her. If she were lost to him, all would be lost that he could ever hope to derive55 henceforward from the paternal56 roof-tree. His mother was apparently indifferent to his weal or woe57, to his wants or his warfare58. His father’s brow got blacker and blacker from day to day, as the old man looked at his hopeless son. And as for Madeline — poor Madeline, whom of all of them he liked the best — she had enough to do to shift for herself. No; come what might, he must cling to his sister and obey her behests, let them be ever so stern — or at the very least seem to obey them. Could not some happy deceit bring him through in this matter, so that he might save appearances with his sister and yet not betray the widow to her ruin? What if he made a confederate of Eleanor? ’Twas in this spirit that Bertie Stanhope set about his wooing.
“But you are not going to leave Barchester?” asked Eleanor.
“I do not know,” he replied; “I hardly know yet what I am going to do. But it is at any rate certain that I must do something.”
“You mean about your profession?” said she.
“Yes, about my profession, if you can call it one.”
“And is it not one?” said Eleanor. “Were I a man, I know none I should prefer to it, except painting. And I believe the one is as much in your power as the other.”
“Yes, just about equally so,” said Bertie with a little touch of inward satire59 directed at himself. He knew in his heart that he would never make a penny by either.
“I have often wondered, Mr. Stanhope, why you do not exert yourself more,” said Eleanor, who felt a friendly fondness for the man with whom she was walking. “But I know it is very impertinent in me to say so.”
“Impertinent!” said he. “Not so, but much too kind. It is much too kind in you to take any interest in so idle a scamp.”
“But you are not a scamp, though you are perhaps idle. And I do take an interest in you, a very great interest,” she added in a voice which almost made him resolve to change his mind. “And when I call you idle, I know you are only so for the present moment. Why can’t you settle steadily60 to work here in Barchester?”
“And make busts of the bishop, dean, and chapter? Or perhaps, if I achieve a great success, obtain a commission to put up an elaborate tombstone over a prebendary’s widow, a dead lady with a Grecian nose, a bandeau, and an intricate lace veil; lying of course on a marble sofa from among the legs of which death will be creeping out and poking61 at his victim with a small toasting-fork.”
Eleanor laughed, but yet she thought that if the surviving prebendary paid the bill, the object of the artist as a professional man would in a great measure be obtained.
“I don’t know about the dean and chapter and the prebendary’s widow,” said Eleanor. “Of course you must take them as they come. But the fact of your having a great cathedral in which such ornaments62 are required could not but be in your favour.”
“No real artist could descend63 to the ornamentation of a cathedral,” said Bertie, who had his ideas of the high ecstatic ambition of art, as indeed all artists have who are not in receipt of a good income. “Buildings should be fitted to grace the sculpture, not the sculpture to grace the building.”
“Yes, when the work of art is good enough to merit it. Do you, Mr. Stanhope, do something sufficiently excellent and we ladies of Barchester will erect64 for it a fitting receptacle. Come, what shall the subject be?”
“I’ll put you in your pony65 chair, Mrs. Bold, as Dannecker put Ariadne on her lion. Only you must promise to sit for me.”
“My ponies66 are too tame, I fear, and my broad-brimmed straw hat will not look so well in marble as the lace veil of the prebendary’s wife.”
‘If you will not consent to that, Mrs. Bold, I will consent to try no other subject in Barchester.”
“You are determined then to push your fortune in other lands?”
“I am determined,” said Bertie slowly and significantly, as he tried to bring up his mind to a great resolve; “I am determined in this matter to be guided wholly by you.”
“Wholly by me?” said Eleanor, astonished at, and not quite liking67, his altered manner.
“Wholly by you,” said Bertie, dropping his companion’s arm and standing68 before her on the path. In their walk they had come exactly to the spot in which Eleanor had been provoked into slapping Mr. Slope’s face. Could it be possible that this place was peculiarly unpropitious to her comfort? Could it be possible that she should here have to encounter yet another amorous69 swain?
“If you will be guided by me, Mr. Stanhope, you will set yourself down to steady and persevering70 work, and you will be ruled by your father as to the place in which it will be most advisable for you to do so.”
“Nothing could be more prudent, if only it were practicable. But now, if you will let me, I will tell you how it is that I will be guided by you, and why. Will you let me tell you?”
“I really do not know what you can have to tell.”
“No, you cannot know. It is impossible that you should. But we have been very good friends, Mrs. Bold, have we not?”
“Yes, I think we have,” said she, observing in his demeanour an earnestness very unusual with him.
“You were kind enough to say just now that you took an interest in me, and I was perhaps vain enough to believe you.”
‘There is no vanity in that; I do so as your sister’s brother — and as my own friend also.”
“Well, I don’t deserve that you should feel so kindly71 towards me,” said Bertie, “but upon my word I am very grateful for it,” and he paused awhile, hardly knowing how to introduce the subject that he had in hand.
And it was no wonder that he found it difficult. He had to make known to his companion the scheme that had been prepared to rob her of her wealth, he had to tell her that he had intended to marry her without loving her, or else that he loved her without intending to marry her; and he had also to bespeak72 from her not only his own pardon, but also that of his sister, and induce Mrs. Bold to protest in her future communion with Charlotte that an offer had been duly made to her and duly rejected.
Bertie Stanhope was not prone73 to be very diffident of his own conversational74 powers, but it did seem to him that he was about to tax them almost too far. He hardly knew where to begin, and he hardly knew where he should end.
By this time Eleanor was again walking on slowly by his side, not taking his arm as she had heretofore done but listening very intently for whatever Bertie might have to say to her.
“I wish to be guided by you,” said he; “indeed, in this matter there is no one else who can set me right.”
“Oh, that must be nonsense,” said she.
“Well, listen to me now, Mrs. Bold, and if you can help it, pray don’t be angry with me.”
“Angry!” said she.
“Oh, indeed you will have cause to be so. You know how very much attached to you my sister Charlotte is.”
Eleanor acknowledged that she did.
“Indeed she is; I never knew her to love anyone so warmly on so short an acquaintance. You know also how well she loves me?”
Eleanor now made no answer, but she felt the blood tingle in her cheek as she gathered from what he said the probable result of this double-barrelled love on the part of Miss Stanhope.
“I am her only brother, Mrs. Bold, and it is not to be wondered at that she should love me. But you do not yet know Charlotte — you do not know how entirely75 the well-being76 of our family hangs on her. Without her to manage for us I do not know how we should get on from day to day. You cannot yet have observed all this.”
Eleanor had indeed observed a good deal of this; she did not, however, now say so but allowed him to proceed with his story.
“You cannot therefore be surprised that Charlotte should be most anxious to do the best for us all.”
Eleanor said that she was not at all surprised.
“And she has had a very difficult game to play, Mrs. Bold — a very difficult game. Poor Madeline’s unfortunate marriage and terrible accident, my mother’s ill-health, my father’s absence from England, and last, and worse perhaps, my own roving, idle spirit have almost been too much for her. You cannot wonder if among all her cares one of the foremost is to see me settled in the world.”
Eleanor on this occasion expressed no acquiescence77. She certainly supposed that a formal offer was to be made and could not but think that so singular an exordium was never before made by a gentleman in a similar position. Mr. Slope had annoyed her by the excess of his ardour. It was quite clear that no such danger was to be feared from Mr. Stanhope. Prudential motives78 alone actuated him. Not only was he about to make love because his sister told him, but he also took the precaution of explaining all this before he began. ’Twas thus, we may presume, that the matter presented itself to Mrs. Bold.
When he had got so far, Bertie began poking the gravel79 with a little cane80 which he carried. He still kept moving on, but very slowly, and his companion moved slowly by his side, not inclined to assist him in the task the performance of which appeared to be difficult to him.
“Knowing how fond she is of yourself, Mrs. Bold, cannot you imagine what scheme should have occurred to her?”
“I can imagine no better scheme, Mr. Stanhope, than the one I proposed to you just now.”
“No,” said he somewhat lackadaisically81; “I suppose that would be the best, but Charlotte thinks another plan might be joined with it. She wants me to marry you.”
A thousand remembrances flashed across Eleanor’s mind all in a moment — how Charlotte had talked about and praised her brother, how she had continually contrived to throw the two of them together, how she had encouraged all manner of little intimacies82, how she had with singular cordiality persisted in treating Eleanor as one of the family. All this had been done to secure her comfortable income for the benefit of one of the family!
Such a feeling as this is very bitter when it first impresses itself on a young mind. To the old, such plots and plans, such matured schemes for obtaining the goods of this world without the trouble of earning them, such long-headed attempts to convert “tuum” into “meum” are the ways of life to which they are accustomed. ’Tis thus that many live, and it therefore behoves all those who are well-to-do in the world to be on their guard against those who are not. With them it is the success that disgusts, not the attempt. But Eleanor had not yet learnt to look on her money as a source of danger; she had not begun to regard herself as fair game to be hunted down by hungry gentlemen. She had enjoyed the society of the Stanhopes, she had greatly liked the cordiality of Charlotte, and had been happy in her new friends. Now she saw the cause of all this kindness, and her mind was opened to a new phase of human life.
“Miss Stanhope,” said she haughtily83, “has been contriving84 for me a great deal of honour, but she might have saved herself the trouble. I am not sufficiently ambitious.”
“Pray don’t be angry with her, Mrs. Bold,” said he, “or with me either.”
“Certainly not with you, Mr. Stanhope,” said she with considerable sarcasm85 in her tone. “Certainly not with you.”
“No — nor with her,” said he imploringly86.
“And why, may I ask you, Mr. Stanhope, have you told me this singular story? For I may presume I may judge by your manner of telling it that — that — that you and your sister are not exactly of one mind on the subject.”
“No, we are not.”
“And if so,” said Mrs. Bold, who was now really angry with the unnecessary insult which she thought had been offered to her. “And if so, why has it been worth your while to tell me all this?”
“I did once think, Mrs. Bold — that you — that you —”
The widow now again became entirely impassive, and would not lend the slightest assistance to her companion.
“I did once think that you perhaps might — might have been taught to regard me as more than a friend.”
“Never!” said Mrs. Bold, “never. If I have ever allowed myself to do anything to encourage such an idea, I have been very much to blame — very much to blame indeed.”
“You never have,” said Bertie, who really had a good-natured anxiety to make what he said as little unpleasant as possible. “You never have, and I have seen for some time that I had no chance — but my sister’s hopes ran higher. I have not mistaken you, Mrs. Bold, though perhaps she has.”
“Then why have you said all this to me?”
“Because I must not anger her.”
“And will not this anger her? Upon my word, Mr. Stanhope, I do not understand the policy of your family. Oh, how I wish I was at home!” And as she expressed the wish she could restrain herself no longer and burst out into a flood of tears.
Poor Bertie was greatly moved. “You shall have the carriage to yourself going home,” said he; “at least you and my father. As for me, I can walk, or for the matter of that it does not much signify what I do.” He perfectly87 understood that part of Eleanor’s grief arose from the apparent necessity of her going back to Barchester in the carriage with her second suitor.
This somewhat mollified her. “Oh, Mr. Stanhope,” said she, “why should you have made me so miserable88? What will you have gained by telling me all this?”
He had not even yet explained to her the most difficult part of his proposition; he had not told her that she was to be a party to the little deception89 which he intended to play off upon his sister. This suggestion had still to be made, and as it was absolutely necessary, he proceeded to make it.
We need not follow him through the whole of his statement. At last, and not without considerable difficulty, he made Eleanor understand why he had let her into his confidence, seeing that he no longer intended her the honour of a formal offer. At last he made her comprehend the part which she was destined90 to play in this little family comedy.
But when she did understand it, she was only more angry with him than ever; more angry, not only with him, but with Charlotte also. Her fair name was to be bandied about between them in different senses, and each sense false. She was to be played off by the sister against the father, and then by the brother against the sister. Her dear friend Charlotte, with all her agreeable sympathy and affection, was striving to sacrifice her for the Stanhope family welfare, and Bertie, who, as he now proclaimed himself, was over head and ears in debt, completed the compliment of owning that he did not care to have his debts paid at so great a sacrifice of himself. Then she was asked to conspire91 together with this unwilling suitor for the sake of making the family believe that he had in obedience to their commands done his best to throw himself thus away!
She lifted up her face when he had finished, and looking at him with much dignity, even through her tears, she said:
“I regret to say it, Mr. Stanhope, but after what has passed I believe that all intercourse92 between your family and myself had better cease.”
“Well, perhaps it had,” said Bertie naively93; “perhaps that will be better at any rate for a time; and then Charlotte will think you are offended at what I have done.”
“And now I will go back to the house, if you please,” said Eleanor. “I can find my way by myself, Mr. Stanhope: after what has passed,” she added, “I would rather go alone.”
“But I must find the carriage for you, Mrs. Bold; and I must tell my father that you will return with him alone; and I must make some excuse to him for not going with you; and I must bid the servant put you down at your own house, for I suppose you will not now choose to see them again in the close.”
There was a truth about this, and a perspicuity94 in making arrangements for lessening95 her immediate29 embarrassment96, which had some effect in softening97 Eleanor’s anger. So she suffered herself to walk by his side over the now deserted98 lawn, till they came to the drawing-room window. There was something about Bertie Stanhope which gave him, in the estimation of everyone, a different standing from that which any other man would occupy under similar circumstances. Angry as Eleanor was, and great as was her cause for anger, she was not half as angry with him as she would have been with anyone else. He was apparently so simple, so good-natured, so unaffected and easy to talk to, that she had already half-forgiven him before he was at the drawing-room window.
When they arrived there, Dr. Stanhope was sitting nearly alone with Mr. and Miss Thorne; one or two other unfortunates were there, who from one cause or another were still delayed in getting away, but they were every moment getting fewer in number.
As soon as he had handed Eleanor over to his father, Bertie started off to the front gate in search of the carriage, and there he waited leaning patiently against the front wall, comfortably smoking a cigar, till it came up. When he returned to the room, Dr. Stanhope and Eleanor were alone with their hosts.
“At last, Miss Thorne,” said he cheerily, “I have come to relieve you. Mrs. Bold and my father are the last roses of the very delightful99 summer you have given us, and desirable as Mrs. Bold’s society always is, now at least you must be glad to see the last flowers plucked from the tree.”
Miss Thorne declared that she was delighted to have Mrs. Bold and Dr. Stanhope still with her, and Mr. Thorne would have said the same, had he not been checked by a yawn, which he could not suppress.
“Father, will you give your arm to Mrs. Bold?” said Bertie: and so the last adieux were made, and the prebendary led out Mrs. Bold, followed by his son.
“I shall be home soon after you,” said he as the two got into the carriage.
“Are you not coming in the carriage?” said the father.
“No, no; I have someone to see on the road, and shall walk. John, mind you drive to Mrs. Bold’s house first.”
Eleanor, looking out of the window, saw him with his hat in his hand, bowing to her with his usual gay smile, as though nothing had happened to mar23 the tranquillity100 of the day. It was many a long year before she saw him again. Dr. Stanhope hardly spoke to her on her way home, and she was safely deposited by John at her own hall-door before the carriage drove into the close.
And thus our heroine played the last act of that day’s melodrama101.
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