Dr Thorne (52 page)

‘No; neither did I think that: my niece, I felt sure, was safe from danger. I knew that she would do nothing that would bring either her or me to shame.'

‘Not to shame,' said the lady, apologetically, as it were, using the word perhaps not exactly in the doctor's sense.

‘I felt no alarm for her,' continued the doctor, ‘and desired no change. Frank is your son, and it is for you to look to him. You thought proper to do so by desiring Mary to absent herself from Greshamsbury.'

‘Oh no, no, no!' said Lady Arabella.

‘But you did, Lady Arabella; and as Greshamsbury is your home, neither I nor my niece had any ground of complaint. We acquiesced, not without much suffering, but we did acquiesce; and you, I think, can have no ground of complaint against us.'

Lady Arabella had hardly expected that the doctor would reply to her mild and conciliatory exordium with so much sternness. He had yielded so easily to her on the former occasion. She did not
comprehend that when she uttered her sentence of exile against Mary, she had given an order which she had the power of enforcing; but that obedience to that order had now placed Mary altogether beyond her jurisdiction. She was, therefore, a little surprised, and for a few moments overawed by the doctor's manner; but she soon recovered herself, remembering, doubtless, that fortune favours none but the brave.

‘I make no complaint, Dr Thorne,' she said, assuming a tone more befitting a De Courcy than that hitherto used, ‘I make no complaint either as regards you or Mary.'

‘You are very kind, Lady Arabella.'

‘But I think that it is my duty to put a stop, a peremptory stop to anything like a love affair between my son and your niece.'

‘I have not the least objection in life. If there is such a love affair, put a stop to it – that is, if you have the power.'

Here the doctor was doubtless imprudent. But he had begun to think that he had yielded sufficiently to the lady; and he had begun to resolve, also, that though it would not become him to encourage even the idea of such a marriage, he would make Lady Arabella understand that he thought his niece quite good enough for her son, and that the match, if regarded as imprudent, was to be regarded as equally imprudent on both sides. He would not suffer that Mary and her heart and feelings and interest should be altogether postponed to those of the young heir; and, perhaps, he was unconsciously encouraged in this determination by the reflection that Mary herself might perhaps become a young heiress.

‘It is my duty,' said Lady Arabella, repeating her words with even a stronger De Courcy intonation; ‘and your duty also, Dr Thorne.'

‘My duty!' said he, rising from his chair and leaning on the table with the two thigh-bones. ‘Lady Arabella, pray understand at once, that I repudiate any such duty, and will have nothing whatever to do with it.'

‘But you do not mean to say that you will encourage this unfortunate boy to marry your niece?'

‘The unfortunate boy, Lady Arabella – whom, by the by, I regard as a very fortunate young man – is your son, not mine. I shall take no steps about his marriage, either one way or the other.'

‘You think it right, then, that your niece should throw herself in his way?'

‘Throw herself in his way! What would you say if I came up to Greshamsbury, and spoke to you of your daughters in such language? What would my dear friend Mr Gresham say, if some neighbour's wife should come and so speak to him? I will tell you what he would say: he would quietly beg her to go back to her own home and meddle only with her own matters.'

This was dreadful to Lady Arabella. Even Dr Thorne had never before dared thus to lower her to the level of common humanity and liken her to any other wife in the country-side. Moreover, she was not quite sure whether he, the parish doctor, was not desiring her, the earl's daughter, to go home and mind her own business. On this first point, however, there seemed to be room for doubt, of which she gave herself the benefit.

‘It would not become me to argue with you, Dr Thorne,' she said.

‘Not at least on this subject,' said he.

‘I can only repeat that I mean nothing offensive to our dear Mary; for whom, I think I may say, I have always shown almost a mother's care.'

‘Neither am I, nor is Mary, ungrateful for the kindness she has received at Greshamsbury.'

‘But I must do my duty: my own children must be my first consideration.'

‘Of course they must, Lady Arabella; that's of course.'

‘And, therefore, I have called on you to say that I think it is imprudent that Beatrice and Mary should be so much together.'

The doctor had been standing during the latter part of this conversation, but now he began to walk about, still holding the two bones like a pair of dumb-bells.

‘God bless my soul!' he said; ‘God bless my soul! Why, Lady Arabella, do you suspect your own daughter as well as your own son? Do you think that Beatrice is assisting Mary in preparing this wicked clandestine marriage? I tell you fairly, Lady Arabella, the present tone of your mind is such that I cannot understand it.'

‘I suspect nobody, Dr Thorne; but young people will be young.'

‘And old people must be old, I suppose; the more's the pity. Lady Arabella, Mary is the same to me as my own daughter, and
owes me the obedience of a child; but as I do not disapprove of your daughter Beatrice as an acquaintance for her, but rather, on the other hand, regard with pleasure their friendship, you cannot expect that I should take any steps to put an end to it.'

‘But suppose it should lead to renewed intercourse between Frank and Mary?'

‘I have no objection. Frank is a very nice young fellow, gentlemanlike in his manners, and neighbourly in his disposition.'

‘Dr Thorne –'

‘Lady Arabella –'

‘I cannot believe that you really intend to express a wish –'

‘You are quite right. I have not intended to express any wish; nor do I intend to do so. Mary is at liberty, within certain bounds – which I am sure she will not pass – to choose her own friends. I think she has not chosen badly as regards Miss Beatrice Gresham; and should she even add Frank Gresham to the number –'

‘Friends! why they were more than friends; they were declared lovers!'

‘I doubt that, Lady Arabella, because I have not heard of it from Mary. But even were it so, I do not see why I should object.'

‘Not object!'

‘As I said before, Frank is, to my thinking, an excellent young man. Why should I object?'

‘Dr Thorne!' said her ladyship, now also rising from her chair in a state of too evident perturbation.

‘Why should
I
object? It is for you, Lady Arabella, to look after your lambs; for me to see that, if possible, no harm shall come to mine. If you think that Mary is an improper acquaintance for your children, it is for you to guide them; for you and for their father. Say what you think fit to your own daughter; but pray understand, once for all, that I will allow no one to interfere with my niece.'

‘Interfere!' said Lady Arabella, now absolutely confused by the severity of the doctor's manner.

‘I will allow no one to interfere with her; no one, Lady Arabella. She has suffered very greatly from imputations which you have most unjustly thrown on her. It was, however, your undoubted right to turn her out of your house if you thought fit; – though, as a woman who had known her for so many years, you might, I
think, have treated her with more forbearance. That, however, was your right, and you exercised it. There your privilege stops; yes, and must stop, Lady Arabella. You shall not persecute her here, on the only spot of ground she can call her own.'

‘Persecute her, Dr Thorne! You do not mean to say that I have persecuted her?'

‘Ah! but I do mean to say so. You do persecute her, and would continue to do so did I not defend her. It is not sufficient that she is forbidden to enter your domain – and so forbidden with the knowledge of all the country round – but you must come here also with the hope of interrupting all the innocent pleasures of her life. Fearing lest she should be allowed even to speak of your son, to hear a word of him through his own sister, you would put her in prison, tie her up, keep her from the light of day –'

‘Dr Thorne! how can you –'

But the doctor was not to be interrupted.

‘It never occurs to you to tie him up, to put him in prison. No; he is the heir to Greshamsbury; he is your son, an earl's grandson. It is only natural, after all, that he should throw a few foolish words at the doctor's niece. But she! it is an offence not to be forgiven on her part that she should, however unwillingly, have been forced to listen to them! Now understand me, Lady Arabella; if any of your family come to my house I shall be delighted to welcome them: if Mary should meet any of them elsewhere I shall be delighted to hear of it. Should she tell me tomorrow that she was engaged to marry Frank, I should talk over the matter with her, quite coolly, solely with a view to her interest, as would be my duty; feeling, at the same time, that Frank would be lucky in having such a wife. Now you know my mind, Lady Arabella. It is so I should do my duty – you can do yours as you may think fit.'

Lady Arabella had by this time perceived that she was not destined on this occasion to gain any great victory. She, however, was angry as well as the doctor. It was not the man's vehemence that provoked her so much as his evident determination to break down the prestige of her rank, and place her on a footing in no respect superior to his own. He had never before been so audaciously arrogant; and, as she moved towards the door, she determined in her wrath that she would never again have confidential intercourse with him in any relation of life whatsoever.

‘Dr Thorne,' said she, ‘I think you have forgotten yourself. You must excuse me if I say that after what has passed I – I – I –'

‘Certainly,' said he, fully understanding what she meant; and bowing low as he opened first the study-door, then the front-door, then the garden gate.

And then Lady Arabella stalked off, not without full observation from Mrs Yates Umbleby and her friend Miss Gustring, who lived close by.

A
ND
now began the unpleasant things at Greshamsbury of which we have here told. When Lady Arabella walked away from the doctor's house she resolved that, let it cost what it might, there should be war to the knife between her and him. She had been insulted by him – so at least she said to herself, and so she was prepared to say to others also – and it was not to be borne that a De Courcy should allow her parish doctor to insult her with impunity. She would tell her husband with all the dignity that she could assume, that it had now become absolutely necessary that he should protect his wife by breaking entirely with his unman-nered neighbour; and, as regarded the young members of her family, she would use the authority of a mother, and absolutely forbid them to hold any intercourse with Mary Thorne. So resolving, she walked quickly back to her own house.

The doctor, when left alone, was not quite satisfied with the part he had taken in the interview. He had spoken from impulse rather than from judgement, and, as is generally the case with men who do so speak, he had afterwards to acknowledge to himself that he had been imprudent. He accused himself probably of more violence than he had really used, and was therefore unhappy; but, nevertheless, his indignation was not at rest. He was angry with himself; but not on that account the less angry with Lady Arabella. She was cruel, overbearing, and unreasonable; cruel in the most cruel of manners, so he thought; but not on that account was he justified in forgetting the forbearance due from a gentleman to a lady. Mary, moreover, had owed much to the kindness of this woman, and, therefore, Dr Thorne felt that he should have forgiven much.

Thus the doctor walked about his room, much disturbed; now
accusing himself for having been so angry with Lady Arabella, and then feeding his own anger by thinking of her misconduct.

The only immediate conclusion at which he resolved was this, that it was unnecessary that he should say anything to Mary on the subject of her ladyship's visit. There was, no doubt, sorrow enough in store for his darling; why should he aggravate it? Lady Arabella would doubtless not stop now in her course; but why should he accelerate the evil which she would doubtless be able to effect?

Lady Arabella, when she returned to the house, allowed no grass to grow under her feet. As she entered the house she desired that Miss Beatrice should be sent to her directly she returned; and she desired also, that as soon as the squire should be in his room a message to that effect might be immediately brought to her.

‘Beatrice,' she said, as soon as the young lady appeared before her, and in speaking she assumed her firmest tone of authority, ‘Beatrice, I am sorry, my dear, to say anything that is unpleasant to you, but I must make it a positive request that you will for the future drop all intercourse with Dr Thorne's family.'