Dr Thorne (89 page)

And soon after Christmas a visitor came to Mary, and stayed a fortnight with her: one whom neither she nor the doctor had expected, and of whom they had not much more than heard. This was the famous Miss Dunstable. ‘Birds of a feather flock together,' said Mrs Rantaway – late Miss Gushing – when she heard of the visit. ‘The railwayman's niece – if you can call her a niece – and the quack's daughter will do very well together, no doubt.'

‘At any rate, they can count their money-bags,' said Mrs Umbleby.

And, in fact, Mary and Miss Dunstable did get on very well together; and Miss Dunstable made herself quite happy at Greshamsbury, although some people – including Mrs Rantaway – contrived to spread a report, that Dr Thorne, jealous of Mary's money, was going to marry her.
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‘I shall certainly come and see you turned off,' said Miss Dunstable, taking leave of her new friend. Miss Dunstable, it must be acknowledged, was a little too fond of slang; but then, a lady with her fortune, and of her age, may be fond of almost whatever she pleases.

And so by degrees the winter wore away – very slowly to Frank, as he declared often enough; and slowly, perhaps, to Mary also, though she did not say so. The winter wore away, and the chill, bitter, windy, early spring came round. The comic almanacs give us dreadful pictures of January and February; but, in truth, the months which should be made to look gloomy in England are March and April. Let no man boast himself that he has got through the perils of winter till at least the seventh of May.

It was early in April, however, that the great doings were to be done at Greshamsbury. Not exactly on the first. It may be presumed, that in spite of the practical, common-sense spirit of the age, very few people do choose to have themselves united on that day. But some day in the first week of that month was fixed for the ceremony, and from the end of February all through March, Lady Arabella worked and strove in a manner that entitled her to profound admiration.

It was at last settled that the breakfast should be held in the large dining-room at Greshamsbury. There was a difficulty about it which taxed Lady Arabella to the utmost, for, in making the proposition, she could not but seem to be throwing some slight on the house in which the heiress had lived. But when the affair was once opened to Mary, it was astonishing how easy it became.

‘Of course,' said Mary, ‘all the rooms in our house would not hold half the people you are talking about – if they must come.'

Lady Arabella looked so beseechingly, nay, so piteously, that Mary had not another word to say. It was evident that they must all come: the De Courcys to the fifth generation; the Duke of Omnium himself, and others in concatenation accordingly.

‘But will your uncle be angry if we have the breakfast up here?
He has been so very handsome to Frank, that I wouldn't make him angry for all the world.'

‘If you don't tell him anything about it, Lady Arabella, he'll think that it is all done properly. He will never know,
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if he's not told, that he ought to give the breakfast, and not you.'

‘Won't he, my dear?' And Lady Arabella looked her admiration for this very talented suggestion. And so that matter was arranged. The doctor never knew, till Mary told him some year or so afterwards, that he had been remiss in any part of his duty.

And who was asked to the wedding? In the first place, we have said that the Duke of Omnium was there. This was, in fact, the one circumstance that made this wedding so superior to any other that had ever taken place in that neighbourhood. The Duke of Omnium never went anywhere; and yet he went to Mary's wedding! And Mary, when the ceremony was over, absolutely found herself kissed by a duke. ‘Dearest Mary!' exclaimed Lady Arabella, in her ecstasy of joy, when she saw the honour that was done to her daughter-in-law.

‘I hope we shall induce you to come to Gatherum Castle soon,' said the duke to Frank. ‘I shall be having a few friends there in the autumn. Let me see; I declare, I have not seen you since you were good enough to come to my collection. Ha! ha! ha! It wasn't bad fun, was it?' Frank was not very cordial with his answer. He had not quite reconciled himself to the difference of his position. When he was treated as one of the ‘collection' at Gatherum Castle, he had not married money.

It would be vain to enumerate all the De Courcys that were there. There was the earl, looking very gracious, and talking to the squire about the county. And there was Lord Porlock, looking very ungracious, and not talking to anybody about anything. And there was the countess, who for the last week past had done nothing but pat Frank on the back whenever she could catch him. And there were the Ladies Alexandrina, Margaretta, and Selina, smiling at everybody. And the Honourable George, talking in whispers to Frank about his widow – ‘Not such a catch as yours, you know; but something extremely snug; – and have it all my own way, too, old fellow, or I shan't come to the scratch.' And the Honourable John prepared to toady Frank about his string of hunters; and the Lady Amelia, by herself, not quite contented
with these democratic nuptials – ‘After all, she is so absolutely nobody; absolutely, absolutely,' she said confidentially to Augusta, shaking her head. But before Lady Amelia had left Greshamsbury, Augusta was quite at a loss to understand how there could be need for so much conversation between her cousin and Mr Mortimer Gazebee.

And there were many more De Courcys, whom to enumerate would be much too long.

And the bishop of the diocese, and Mrs Proudie were there. A hint had even been given, that his lordship would himself condescend to perform the ceremony, if this should be wished; but that work had already been anticipated by a very old friend of the Greshams. Archdeacon Grantley,
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the rector of Plumstead Episcopi, had long since undertaken this part of the business; and the knot was eventually tied by the joint efforts of himself and Mr Oriel. Mrs Grantley came with him, and so did Mrs Grantley's sister,
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the new dean's wife. The dean himself was at the time unfortunately absent at Oxford.

And all the Bakers and the Jacksons were there. The last time they had all met together under the squire's roof, was on the occasion of Frank's coming of age. The present gala doings were carried on in a very different spirit. That had been a very poor affair, but this was worthy of the best days of Greshamsbury.

Occasion also had been taken of this happy moment to make up, or rather to get rid of the last shreds of the last feud that had so long separated Dr Thorne from his own relatives. The Thornes of Ullathorne had made many overtures in a covert way. But our doctor had contrived to reject them. ‘They would not receive Mary as their cousin,' said he, ‘and I will go nowhere that she cannot go.' But now all this was altered. Mrs Gresham would certainly be received in any house in the county. And thus, Mr Thorne of Ullathorne, an amiable, popular old bachelor, came to the wedding; and so did his maiden sister, Miss Monica Thorne, than whose no kinder heart glowed through all Barsetshire.

‘My dear,' said she to Mary, kissing her, and offering her some little tribute, ‘I am very glad to make your acquaintance; very. It was not her fault,' she added, speaking to herself. ‘And now that she will be a Gresham, that need not be any longer thought of.' Nevertheless, could Miss Thorne have spoken her inward thoughts
out loud, she would have declared, that Frank would have done better to have borne his poverty than marry wealth without blood. But then, there are but few so staunch as Miss Thorne; perhaps none in that county – always excepting Lady Amelia.

And the Oriels were there, of course: the rector and his young wife, and Patience again enacting bridesmaid. It was pretty to see how Beatrice came out as a matron, and gave all manner of matured counsel to her still maiden friend. A month or two of married life does make such a difference.

And Miss Dunstable, also, was a bridesmaid. ‘Oh, no,' said she, when asked; ‘you should have them young and pretty.' But she gave way when she found that Mary did not flatter her by telling her that she was either the one or the other. ‘The truth is,' said Miss Dunstable, ‘I have always been a little in love with your Frank, and so I shall do it for his sake.' There were but four: the other two were the Gresham twins. Lady Arabella exerted herself greatly in framing hints to induce Mary to ask some of the De Courcy ladies to do her so much honour; but Mary on this head would please herself. ‘Rank,' said she to Beatrice, with a curl on her lip, ‘has its drawbacks – and must put up with them.'

And now I find that I have not one page – not half a page – for the wedding-dress. But what matters? Will it not be all found written in the columns of the
Morning Post?

And thus Frank married money, and became a great man. Let us hope that he will be a happy man. As the time of the story has been brought down so near to the present era, it is not practicable for the novelist to tell much of his future career. When I last heard from Barsetshire, it seemed to be quite settled that he is to take the place of one of the old members at the next general election; and they say, also, that there is no chance of any opposition. I have heard too, that there have been many very private consultations between him and various gentlemen of the county, with reference to the hunt; and the general feeling is said to be that the hounds should go to Boxall Hill.

At Boxall Hill the young people established themselves on their return from the Continent. And that reminds me that one word must be said of Lady Scatcherd.

‘You will always stay there with us,' said Mary to her, caressing her ladyship's rough hand, and looking kindly into that kind face.

But Lady Scatcherd would not consent to this. ‘I will come and see you sometimes, and then I shall enjoy myself. Yes, I will come and see you, and my own dear boy.' The affair was ended by her taking Mrs Opie Green's cottage, in order that she might be near the doctor; Mrs Opie Green having married – somebody.

And of whom else must we say a word? Patience, also, of course, got a husband – or will do so. Dear Patience! it would be a thousand pities that so good a wife should be lost to the world. Whether Miss Dunstable will ever be married, or Augusta Gresham, or Mr Moffat, or any of the tribe of the De Courcys – except Lady Amelia – I cannot say. They have all of them still their future before them. That Bridget was married to Thomas – that I am able to assert; for I know that Janet was much put out by their joint desertion.

Lady Arabella has not yet lost her admiration for Mary, and Mary, in return, behaves admirably. Another event is expected, and her ladyship is almost as anxious about that as she was about the wedding. ‘A matter, you know, of such importance in the county!' she whispered to Lady de Courcy.

Nothing can be more happy than the intercourse between the squire and his son. What their exact arrangements are, we need not specially inquire; but the demon of pecuniary embarrassment has lifted his black wings from the demesne of Greshamsbury.

And now we have but one word left for the doctor. ‘If you don't come and dine with me,' said the squire to him, when they found themselves both deserted, ‘mind, I shall come and dine with you.' And on this principle they seem to act. Dr Thorne continues to extend his practice, to the great disgust of Dr Fillgrave; and when Mary suggested to him that he should retire, he almost boxed her ears. He knows the way, however, to Boxall Hill as well as ever he did, and is willing to acknowledge, that the tea there is almost as good as it ever was at Greshamsbury.

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Notes to this introduction are to be found on p. xxii.

*
In the nineteenth-century sense of paying court to someone.

*
It is, I know, alleged that graces are said before dinner, because our Saviour uttered a blessing before his last supper. I cannot say that the idea of such analogy is pleasing to me.

1
(p. 5)
Goshen
: The land Joseph gave to the Israelites in Egypt (Genesis 45:10-11).

2
(p. 6)
Peelism
: When Prime Minister, Sir Robert Peel, split the Conservative Party by the Repeal of the Corn Laws in 1846 against the interests of the landowners.

3
(p. 6)
St Stephen's
: Synecdoche for the House of Commons. St Stephen's was the chapel in the Palace of Westminster where the Commons met until twenty years before the date that Trollope gives as the time in which
Dr Thorne
takes place, 1854.

4
(p. 7)
Reform Bill
: There were three Reform Acts extending voting rights in nineteenth-century Britain, in 1832, 1867 and 1884.
Dr Thorne
was not published until 1858, so Trollope must be referring to the Act of 1832. This redistributed parliamentary seats to favour growing industrial areas and, by lowering property qualifications, admitted the industrial middle class to the electorate.

5
(p. 13)
Longleat
: The estate of the Marquess of Bath in Wiltshire and the site of a famous Elizabethan manor house.

6
(p. 13)
Hatfield
: Bishop John Morton of Ely's palace (completed 1497) in Hertfordshire.

1
(p. 21)
rusticated
: dismissed or sent down from a university for a specified time as a punishment.

2
(p. 22)
Galen
: a celebrated physician of the second century AD.

1
(p. 31)
en règie
: ‘in order'.

2
(p. 32)
Aesculapius
: the Roman god of medicine.

3
(p. 34)
Journal of Medical Science
: This periodical no more existed than did the
Weekly Chirurgeon
and the
Scalping Knife
.

4
(p. 42)
Cantabili
: Trollope has given the Greshamsbury music teacher a surname appropriate to his profession, as was often his habit with minor characters.
Cantabile
is an Italian term of instruction to musicians, meaning 'singable' or ‘singingly'.