The Last Chronicle of Barset (83 page)

‘I do not know that at all,' said Dalrymple.

‘Clara Van Siever will now become your wife,' repeated Mrs Broughton in a louder voice, impatient of opposition. ‘Love her. Cleave to her. Make her flesh of your flesh and bone of your bone.
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But rule her! Yes, rule her! Let her be your second self, but not your first self. Rule her! Love her. Cleave to her. Do not leave her alone, to feed on her own thoughts as I have done – as I have been forced to do. Now go. No, Conway, not a word; I will not hear a word. You must go, or I must.' Then she rose quickly from her lowly attitude, and prepared herself for a dart at the door. It was better by far that he should go, and so he went.

An American when he has spent a pleasant day will tell you that he has had ‘a good time.' I think that Mrs Dobbs Broughton, if she had ever spoken the truth of that day's employment, would have acknowledged that she had had ‘a good time.' I think that she enjoyed her morning's work. But as for Conway Dalrymple, I doubt whether he did enjoy his morning's work. ‘A man may have too much of this sort of thing, and then he becomes very sick of his cake.' Such was the nature of his thoughts as he returned to his own abode.

Of course it came to pass that Lily Dale and Emily Dunstable were soon very intimate, and that they saw each other every day. Indeed, before long they would have been living together in the same house had it not been that the squire had felt reluctant to abandon the independence of his own lodgings. When Mrs Thorne had pressed her invitation for the second, and then for the third time, asking them both to come to her large house, he had begged his niece to go and leave him alone. ‘You need not regard me,' he had said, speaking not with the whining voice of complaint, but with that thin tinge of melancholy which was usual to him. ‘I am so much alone down at Allington, that you need not mind leaving me.' But Lily would not go on those terms, and therefore they still lived together in the lodgings. Nevertheless Lily was every day at Mrs Thorne's house, and thus a great intimacy grew up between the girls. Emily Dunstable had neither brother nor sister, and Lily's nearest male relative in her own degree was now Miss Dunstable's betrothed husband. It was natural therefore that they should at any rate try to like each other. It afterwards came to pass that Lily did go to Mrs Thorne's house, and she stayed there for a while; but when that occurred the squire had gone back to Allington.

Among other generous kindnesses Mrs Thorne insisted that Bernard should hire a horse for his cousin Lily. Emily Dunstable rode daily, and of course Captain Dale rode with her – and now Lily joined the party. Almost before she knew what was being done she found herself provided with hat and habit and horse and whip. It was a way with Mrs Thorne that they who came within the influence of her immediate sphere should be made to feel that the comforts and luxuries arising from her wealth belonged to a common stock, and were the joint property of them all. Things were not offered and taken and talked about, but they made their appearance, and were used as a matter of course. If you go to stay at a gentleman's house
you understand that, as a matter of course, you will be provided with meat and drink. Some hosts furnish you also with cigars. A small number give you stabling and forage for your horse; and a very select few mount you on hunting days, and send you out with a groom and a second horse. Mrs Thorne went beyond all others in this open-handed hospitality. She had enormous wealth at her command, and had but few of those all-absorbing drains upon wealth which in this country make so many rich men poor. She had no family property – no place to keep up in which she did not live. She had no retainers to be maintained because they were retainers. She had neither sons nor daughters. Consequently she was able to be lavish in her generosity; and as her heart was very lavish, she would have given her friends gold to eat had gold been good for eating. Indeed there was no measure in her giving – unless when the idea came upon her that the recipient of her favours was trading on them. Then she could hold her hand very stoutly.

Lily Dale had not liked the idea of being fitted out thus expensively. A box at the opera was all very well, as it was not procured especially for her. And tickets for other theatres did not seem to come unnaturally for a night or two. But her spirit had militated against the hat and the habit and the horse. The whip was a little present from Emily Dunstable, and that of course was accepted with a good grace. Then there came the horse – as though from the heavens; there seemed to be ten horses, twenty horses, if anybody needed them. All these things seemed to flow naturally into Mrs Thorne's establishment, like air through the windows. It was very pleasant, but Lily hesitated when she was told that a habit was to be given to her. ‘My dear old aunt insists,' said Emily Dunstable. ‘Nobody ever thinks of refusing anything from her. If you only knew what some people will take, and some people will even ask, who have nothing to do with her at all!' ‘But I have nothing to do with her – in that way I mean,' said Lily. ‘Oh, yes, you have,' said Emily. ‘You and Bernard are as good as brother and sister, and Bernard and I are as good as man and wife, and my aunt and I are as good as mother and daughter. So you see, in a sort of way you are a child of the house.' So Lily accepted the habit; but made a stand at the hat, and paid for that out of her own
pocket. When the squire had seen Lily on horseback he asked her questions about it. ‘It was a hired horse, I suppose?' he said. ‘I think it came direct from heaven,' said Lily. ‘What do you mean, Lily?' said the squire angrily. ‘I mean that when people are so rich and good-natured as Mrs Thorne it is no good inquiring where things come from. All that I know is that the horses come out of Potts' livery-stable. They talk of Potts as if he were a good-natured man who provides horses for the world without troubling anybody.' Then the squire spoke to Bernard about it, saying that he should insist on defraying his niece's expenses. But Bernard swore that he should give his uncle no assistance. ‘I would not speak to her about such a thing for all the world,' said Bernard. ‘Then I shall,' said the squire.

In those days Lily thought much of Johnny Eames
– gave to him perhaps more of that thought which leads to love than she had ever given him before. She still heard the Crawley question discussed every day. Mrs Thorne, as we all know, was at this time a Barsetshire personage, and was of course interested in Barsetshire subjects; and she was specially anxious in the matter, having strong hopes with reference to the marriage of Major Grantly and Grace, and strong hopes also that Grace's father might escape the fangs of justice. The Crawley case was constantly in Lily's ears, and as constantly she heard high praise awarded to Johnny for his kindness in going after the Arabins. ‘He must be a fine young fellow,' said Mrs Thorne, ‘and we'll have him down at Chaldicotes some day. Old Lord De Guest found him out and made a friend of him, and old Lord De Guest was no fool.' Lily was not altogether free from a suspicion that Mrs Thorne knew the story of Johnny's love and was trying to serve Johnny – as other people had tried to do, very ineffectually. When this suspicion came upon her she would shut her heart against her lover's praises, and swear that she would stand by those two letters which she had written in her book at home. But the suspicion would not always be there, and there did come upon her a conviction that her lover was more esteemed among men and women than she had been accustomed to believe. Her cousin, Bernard Dale, who certainly was regarded in the world as somebody, spoke of him as his equal; whereas in former days Bernard had always regarded Johnny Eames as standing low in the world's regard. Then Lily, when alone, would remember a certain comparison which she once made between Adolphus Crosbie and John Eames, when neither of the men had as yet pleaded his cause to her, and which had been very much in favour of the former. She had then declared that Johnny was a ‘mere clerk.'
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She had a higher opinion of him now – a much higher opinion, even though he could never be more to her than a friend.

In these days Lily's new ally, Emily Dunstable, seemed to Lily to be so happy! There was in Emily a complete realisation of that idea of ante-nuptial blessedness of which Lily had often thought so much. Whatever Emily did she did for Bernard; and, to give Captain Dale his due, he received all the sweets which were showered upon him with becoming signs of gratitude. I suppose it is always the case at such times that the girl has the best of it, and on this occasion Emily Dunstable certainly made the most of her happiness. ‘I do envy you,' Lily said one day. The acknowledgment seemed to have been extorted from her involuntarily. She did not laugh as she spoke, or follow up what she had said with other words intended to take away the joke of what she had uttered – had it been a joke; but she sat silent, looking at the girl who was rearranging flowers which Bernard had brought to her.

‘I can't give him up to you, you know,' said Emily.

‘I don't envy you him, but “it,”' said Lily.

‘Then go and get an “it” for yourself. Why don't you have an “it” for yourself? You can have an “it” tomorrow, if you like – or two or three, if all that I hear is true.'

‘No, I can't,' said Lily. ‘Things have gone wrong with me. Don't ask me anything more about it. Pray don't. I shan't speak of it if you do.'

‘Of course I will not if you tell me I must not.'

‘I do tell you so. I have been a fool to say anything about it. However, I have got over my envy now, and am ready to go out with your aunt. Here she is.'

‘Things have gone wrong with me.' She repeated the same words to herself over and over again. With all the efforts which she had made she could not quite reconcile herself to the two letters which
she had written in the book. This coming up to London, and riding in the Park, and going to the theatres, seemed to unsettle her. At home she had schooled herself down into quiescence, and made herself think that she believed that she was satisfied with the prospects of her life. But now she was all astray again, doubting about herself, hankering after something over and beyond that which seemed to be allotted to her – but, nevertheless, assuring herself that she never would accept of anything else.

I must not, if I can help it, let the reader suppose that she was softening her heart to John Eames because John Eames was spoken well of in the world. But with all of us, in the opinion which we form of those around us, we take unconsciously the opinion of others. A woman is handsome because the world says so. Music is charming to us because it charms others. We drink our wines with other men's palates, and look at our pictures with other men's eyes. When Lily heard John Eames praised by all around her, it could not be but that she should praise him too – not out loud, as others did, but in the silence of her heart. And then his constancy to her had been so perfect! If that other one had never come! If it could be that she might begin again, and that she might be spared that episode in her life which had brought him and her together!

‘When is Mr Eames going to be back?' Mrs Thorne said at dinner one day. On this occasion the squire was dining at Mrs Thorne's house; and there were three or four others there – among them a Mr Harold Smith, who was in Parliament, and his wife, and John Eames's especial friend, Sir Raffle Buffle. The question was addressed to the squire, but the squire was slow to answer, and it was taken up by Sir Raffle Buffle.

‘He'll be back on the 15th,' said the knight, ‘unless he means to play truant. I hope he won't do that, as his absence has been a terrible inconvenience to me.' Then Sir Raffle explained that John Eames was his private secretary, and that Johnny's journey to the Continent had been made with, and could not have been made without, his sanction. ‘When I came to hear the story, of course I told him that he must go. “Eames,” I said, “take the advice of a man who knows the world. Circumstanced as you are, you are bound to go.” And he went.'

‘Upon my word that was very good-natured of you,' said Mrs Thorne.

‘I never keep a fellow to his desk who has really got important business elsewhere,' said Sir Raffle. ‘The country, I say, can afford to do as much as that for her servants. But then I like to know that the business is business. One doesn't choose to be humbugged.'

‘I daresay you are humbugged, as you call it, very often,' said Harold Smith.

‘Perhaps so; perhaps I am; perhaps that is the opinion which they have of me at the Treasury. But you were hardly long enough there, Smith, to have learned much about it, I should say.'

‘I don't suppose I should have known much about it, as you call it, if I had stayed till Doomsday.'

‘I daresay not; I daresay not. Men who begin as late as you did never know what official life really means. Now I've been at it all my life, and I think I do understand it.'

‘It's not a profession I should like unless where it's joined with politics,' said Harold Smith.

‘But then it's apt to be so short,' said Sir Raffle Buffle. Now it had once happened in the life of Mr Harold Smith that he had been in a Ministry, but, unfortunately, that Ministry had gone out almost within a week of the time of Mr Smith's adhesion.
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Sir Raffle and Mr Smith had known each other for many years, and were accustomed to make civil little speeches to each other in society.

‘I'd sooner be a horse in a mill than have to go to an office every day,' said Mrs Smith, coming to her husband's assistance. ‘You, Sir Raffle, have kept yourself fresh and pleasant through it all; but who besides you ever did?'

‘I hope I am fresh,' said Sir Raffle; ‘and as for pleasantness, I will leave that for you to determine.'

‘There can be but one opinion,' said Mrs Thorne.