The Small House at Allington, Anthony Trollope [best ebook reader for chromebook .txt] 📗

leisure at Courcy Castle. Neither the countess nor Lady Alexandrina came down to breakfast, but their absence gave rise to no special remark. Breakfast at the castle was a morning meal at which people showed themselves, or did not show themselves, as it pleased them. Lady Julia was there looking very glum, and Crosbie was sitting next to his future sister-in-law Margaretta, who already had placed herself on terms of close affection with him. As he finished his tea she whispered into his ear, “Mr. Crosbie, if you could spare half an hour, mamma would so like to see you in her own room.” Crosbie declared that he would be delighted to wait upon her, and did in truth feel some gratitude in being welcomed as a son-in-law into the house. And yet he felt also that he was being caught, and that in ascending into the private domains of the countess he would be setting the seal upon his own captivity.

Nevertheless, he went with a smiling face and a light step, Lady Margaretta ushering him the way. “Mamma,” said she; “I have brought Mr. Crosbie up to you. I did not know that you were here, Alexandrina, or I should have warned him.”

The countess and her youngest daughter had been breakfasting together in the elder lady’s sitting-room, and were now seated in a very graceful and well-arranged deshabille. The teacups out of which they had been drinking were made of some elegant porcelain, the teapot and cream-jug were of chased silver and as delicate in their way. The remnant of food consisted of morsels of French roll which had not even been allowed to crumble themselves in a disorderly fashion, and of infinitesimal pats of butter. If the morning meal of the two ladies had been as unsubstantial as the appearance of the fragments indicated, it must be presumed that they intended to lunch early. The countess herself was arrayed in an elaborate morning wrapper of figured silk, but the simple Alexandrina wore a plain white muslin peignoir, fastened with pink ribbon. Her hair, which she usually carried in long rolls, now hung loose over her shoulders, and certainly added something to her stock of female charms. The countess got up as Crosbie entered and greeted him with an open hand; but Alexandrina kept her seat, and merely nodded at him a little welcome. “I must run down again,” said Margaretta, “or I shall have left Amelia with all the cares of the house upon her.”

“Alexandrina has told me all about it,” said the countess, with her sweetest smile; “and I have given her my approval. I really do think you will suit each other very well.”

“I am very much obliged to you,” said Crosbie. “I’m sure at any rate of this⁠—that she will suit me very well.”

“Yes; I think she will. She is a good sensible girl.”

“Psha, mamma; pray don’t go on in that Goody Twoshoes sort of way.”

“So you are, my dear. If you were not it would not be well for you to do as you are going to do. If you were giddy and harum-scarum, and devoted to rank and wealth and that sort of thing, it would not be well for you to marry a commoner without fortune. I’m sure Mr. Crosbie will excuse me for saying so much as that.”

“Of course I know,” said Crosbie, “that I had no right to look so high.”

“Well; we’ll say nothing more about it,” said the countess.

“Pray don’t,” said Alexandrina. “It sounds so like a sermon.”

“Sit down, Mr. Crosbie,” said the countess, “and let us have a little conversation. She shall sit by you, if you like it. Nonsense, Alexandrina⁠—if he asks it!”

“Don’t, mamma;⁠—I mean to remain where I am.”

“Very well, my dear;⁠—then remain where you are. She is a wilful girl, Mr. Crosbie; as you will say when you hear that she has told me all that you told her last night.” Upon hearing this, he changed colour a little, but said nothing. “She has told me,” continued the countess, “about that young lady at Allington. Upon my word, I’m afraid you have been very naughty.”

“I have been foolish, Lady De Courcy.”

“Of course; I did not mean anything worse than that. Yes, you have been foolish;⁠—amusing yourself in a thoughtless way, you know, and, perhaps, a little piqued because a certain lady was not to be won so easily as your Royal Highness wished. Well, now, all that must be settled, you know, as quickly as possible. I don’t want to ask any indiscreet questions; but if the young lady has really been left with any idea that you meant anything, don’t you think you should undeceive her at once?”

“Of course he will, mamma.”

“Of course you will; and it will be a great comfort to Alexandrina to know that the matter is arranged. You hear what Lady Julia is saying almost every hour of her life. Now, of course, Alexandrina does not care what an old maid like Lady Julia may say; but it will be better for all parties that the rumour should be put a stop to. If the earl were to hear it, he might, you know⁠—” And the countess shook her head, thinking that she could thus best indicate what the earl might do, if he were to take it into his head to do anything.

Crosbie could not bring himself to hold any very confidential intercourse with the countess about Lily; but he gave a muttered assurance that he should, as a matter of course, make known the truth to Miss Dale with as little delay as possible. He could not say exactly when he would write, nor whether he would write to her or to her mother; but the thing should be done immediately on his return to town.

“If it will make the matter easier, I will write to Mrs. Dale,” said the countess. But to this scheme Mr. Crosbie objected very strongly.

And then a few words were said about the earl. “I will tell him this afternoon,”