The Palliser Novels (576 page)

“I want your answer to that, Lord Silverbridge. I have told you that I would have no skeleton in the cupboard. Down at Matching, and before that at Killancodlem, I appealed to you, asking you to take me as your wife.”

“Hardly that.”

“Altogether that! I will have nothing denied that I have done, — nor will I be ashamed of anything. I did do so, — even after this infatuation. I thought then that one so volatile might perhaps fly back again.”

“I shall not do that,” said he, frowning at her.

“You need trouble yourself with no assurance, my friend. Let us understand each other now. I am not now supposing that you can fly back again. You have found your perch, and you must settle on it like a good domestic barn-door fowl.” Again he scowled. If she were too hard upon him he would certainly turn upon her. “No; you will not fly back again now; — but was I, or was I not, justified when you came to Killancodlem in thinking that my lover had come there?”

“How can I tell? It is my own justification I am thinking of.”

“I see all that. But we cannot both be justified. Did you mean me to suppose that you were speaking to me words in earnest when there, — sitting in that very spot, — you spoke to me of your love.”

“Did I speak of my love?”

“Did you speak of your love! And now, Silverbridge, — for if there be an English gentleman on earth I think that you are one, — as a gentleman tell me this. Did you not even tell your father that I should be your wife? I know you did.”

“Did he tell you?”

“Men such as you and he, who cannot even lie with your eyelids, who will not condescend to cover up a secret by a moment of feigned inanimation, have many voices. He did tell me; but he broke no confidence. He told me, but did not mean to tell me. Now you also have told me.”

“I did. I told him so. And then I changed my mind.”

“I know you changed your mind. Men often do. A pinker pink, a whiter white, — a finger that will press you just half an ounce the closer, — a cheek that will consent to let itself come just a little
nearer — !”

“No; no; no!” It was because Isabel had not easily consented to such approaches!

“Trifles such as these will do it; — and some such trifles have done it with you. It would be beneath me to make comparisons where I might seem to be the gainer. I grant her beauty. She is very lovely. She has succeeded.”

“I have succeeded.”

“But — I am justified, and you are condemned. Is it not so? Tell me like a man.”

“You are justified.”

“And you are condemned? When you told me that I should be your wife, and then told your father the same story, was I to think it all meant nothing! Have you deceived me?”

“I did not mean it.”

“Have you deceived me? What; you cannot deny it, and yet have not the manliness to own it to a poor woman who can only save herself from humiliation by extorting the truth from you!”

“Oh, Mabel, I am so sorry it should be so.”

“I believe you are, — with a sorrow that will last till she is again sitting close to you. Nor, Silverbridge, do I wish it to be longer. No; — no; — no. Your fault after all has not been great. You deceived, but did not mean to deceive me?”

“Never; never.”

“And I fancy you have never known how much you bore about with you. Your modesty has been so perfect that you have not thought of yourself as more than other men. You have forgotten that you have had in your hand the disposal to some one woman of a throne in Paradise.”

“I don’t suppose you thought of that.”

“But I did. Why should I tell falsehoods now? I have determined that you should know everything, — but I could better confess to you my own sins when I had shown that you too have not been innocent. Not think of it! Do not men think of high titles and great wealth and power and place? And if men, why should not women? Do not men try to get them; — and are they not even applauded for their energy? A woman has but one way to try. I tried.”

“I do not think it was all for that.”

“How shall I answer that without a confession which even I am not hardened enough to make? In truth, Silverbridge, I have never loved you.”

He drew himself up slowly before he answered her, and gradually assumed a look very different from that easy boyish smile which was customary to him. “I am glad of that,” he said.

“Why are you glad?”

“Now I can have no regrets.”

“You need have none. It was necessary to me that I should have my little triumph; — that I should show you that I knew how far you had wronged me! But now I wish that you should know everything. I have never loved you.”

“There is an end of it then.”

“But I have liked you so well, — so much better than all others! A dozen men have asked me to marry them. And though they might be nothing till they made that request, then they became — things of horror to me. But you were not a thing of horror. I could have become your wife, and I think that I could have learned to love you.”

“It is best as it is.”

“I ought to say so too; but I have a doubt I should have liked to be Duchess of Omnium, and perhaps I might have fitted the place better than one who can as yet know but little of its duties or its privileges. I may, perhaps, think that that other arrangement would have been better even for you.”

“I can take care of myself in that.”

“I should have married you without loving you, but I should have done so determined to serve you with a devotion which a woman who does love hardly thinks necessary. I would have so done my duty that you should never have guessed that my heart had been in the keeping of another man.”

“Another man!”

“Yes; of course. If there had been no other man, why not you? Am I so hard, do you think that I can love no one? Are you not such a one that a girl would naturally love, — were she not preoccupied? That a woman should love seems as necessary as that a man should not.”

“A man can love too.”

“No; — hardly. He can admire, and he can like, and he can fondle and be fond. He can admire, and approve, and perhaps worship. He can know of a woman that she is part of himself, the most sacred part, and therefore will protect her from the very winds. But all that will not make love. It does not come to a man that to be separated from a woman is to be dislocated from his very self. A man has but one centre, and that is himself. A woman has two. Though the second may never be seen by her, may live in the arms of another, may do all for that other that man can do for woman, — still, still, though he be half the globe asunder from her, still he is to her the half of her existence. If she really love, there is, I fancy, no end of it. To the end of time I shall love Frank Tregear.”

“Tregear!”

“Who else?”

“He is engaged to Mary.”

“Of course he is. Why not; — to her or whomsoever else he might like best? He is as true I doubt not to your sister as you are to your American beauty, — or as you would have been to me had fancy held. He used to love me.”

“You were always friends.”

“Always; — dear friends. And he would have loved me if a man were capable of loving. But he could sever himself from me easily, just when he was told to do so. I thought that I could do the same. But I cannot. A jackal is born a jackal, and not a lion, and cannot help himself. So is a woman born — a woman. They are clinging, parasite things, which cannot but adhere; though they destroy themselves by adhering. Do not suppose that I take a pride in it. I would give one of my eyes to be able to disregard him.”

“Time will do it.”

“Yes; time, — that brings wrinkles and rouge-pots and rheumatism. Though I have so hated those men as to be unable to endure them, still I want some man’s house, and his name, — some man’s bread and wine, — some man’s jewels and titles and woods and parks and gardens, — if I can get them. Time can help a man in his sorrow. If he begins at forty to make speeches, or to win races, or to breed oxen, he can yet live a prosperous life. Time is but a poor consoler for a young woman who has to be married.”

“Oh, Mabel.”

“And now let there be not a word more about it. I know — that I can trust you.”

“Indeed you may.”

“Though you will tell her everything else you will not tell her this.”

“No; — not this.”

“And surely you will not tell your sister!”

“I shall tell no one.”

“It is because you are so true that I have dared to trust you. I had to justify myself, — and then to confess. Had I at that one moment taken you at your word, you would never have known anything of all this. ‘There is a tide in the affairs of men — !’ But I let the flood go by! I shall not see you again now before you are married; but come to me afterwards.”

Silverbridge pondered it all much as he went home. What a terrible story was that he had heard! The horror to him was chiefly in this, — that she should yet be driven to marry some man without even fancying that she could love him! And this was Lady Mabel Grex, who, on his own first entrance into London life, now not much more than twelve months ago, had seemed to him to stand above all other girls in beauty, charm, and popularity!

As he opened the door of the house with his latch-key, who should be coming out but Frank Tregear, — Frank Tregear with his arm in a sling, but still with an unmistakable look of general satisfaction. “When on earth did you come up?” asked Silverbridge. Tregear told him that he had arrived on the previous evening from Harrington. “And why? The doctor would not have let you come if he could have helped it.”

“When he found he could not help it, he did let me come. I am nearly all right. If I had been nearly all wrong I should have had to come.”

“And what are you doing here?”

“Well; if you’ll allow me I’ll go back with you for a moment. What do you think I have been doing?”

“Have you seen my sister?”

“Yes, I have seen your sister. And I have done better than that. I have seen your father. Lord Silverbridge, — behold your brother-in-law.”

“You don’t mean to say that it is arranged?”

“I do.”

“What did he say?”

“He made me understand by most unanswerable arguments, that I had no business to think of such a thing. I did not fight the point with him, — but simply stood there, as conclusive evidence of my business. He told me that we should have nothing to live on unless he gave us an income. I assured him that I would never ask him for a shilling. ‘But I cannot allow her to marry a man without an income,’ he said.”

“I know his way so well.”

“I had just two facts to go upon, — that I would not give her up, and that she would not give me up. When I pointed that out he tore his hair, — in a mild way, and said that he did not understand that kind of thing at all.”

“And yet he gave way.”

“Of course he did. They say that when a king of old would consent to see a petitioner for his life, he was bound by his royalty to mercy. So it was with the Duke. Then, very early in the argument, he forgot himself, and called her — Mary. I knew he had thrown up the sponge then.”

“How did he give way at last?”

“He asked me what were my ideas about life in general. I said that I thought Parliament was a good sort of thing, that I was lucky enough to have a seat, and that I should take lodgings somewhere in Westminster till — . ‘Till what?’ he asked. ‘Till something is settled,’ I replied. Then he turned away from me and remained silent. ‘May I see Lady Mary?’ I asked. ‘Yes; you may see her,’ he replied, as he rang the bell. Then when the servant was gone he stopped me. ‘I love her too dearly to see her grieve,’ he said. ‘I hope you will show that you can be worthy of her.’ Then I made some sort of protestation and went upstairs. While I was with Mary there came a message to me, telling me to come to dinner.”

“The Boncassens are all dining here.”

“Then we shall be a family party. So far I suppose I may say it is settled. When he will let us marry heaven only knows. Mary declares that she will not press him. I certainly cannot do so. It is all a matter of money.”

“He won’t care about that.”

“But he may perhaps think that a little patience will do us good. You will have to soften him.” Then Silverbridge told all that he knew about himself. He was to be married in May, was to go to Matching for a week or two after his wedding, was then to see the Session to an end, and after that to travel with his wife in the United States. “I don’t suppose we shall be allowed to run about the world together so soon as that,” said Tregear, “but I am too well satisfied with my day’s work to complain.”

“Did he say what he meant to give her?”

“Oh dear no; — nor even that he meant to give her anything. I should not dream of asking a question about it. Nor when he makes any proposition shall I think of having any opinion of my own.”

“He’ll make it all right; — for her sake, you know.”

“My chief object as regards him, is that he should not think that I have been looking after her money. Well; good-bye. I suppose we shall all meet at dinner?”

When Tregear left him, Silverbridge went to his father’s room. He was anxious that they should understand each other as to Mary’s engagement.

“I thought you were at the House,” said the Duke.

“I was going there, but I met Tregear at the door. He tells me you have accepted him for Mary.”

“I wish that he had never seen her. Do you think that a man can be thwarted in everything and not feel it?”

“I thought — you had reconciled yourself — to Isabel.”

“If it were that alone I could do so the more easily, because personally she wins upon me. And this man, too; — it is not that I find fault with himself.”

“He is in all respects a high-minded gentleman.”

“I hope so. But yet, had he a right to set his heart there, where he could make his fortune, — having none of his own?”

“He did not think of that.”

“He should have thought of it. A man does not allow himself to love without any consideration or purpose. You say that he is a gentleman. A gentleman should not look to live on means brought to him by a wife. You say that he did not.”