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

would be nothing to me⁠—or, indeed, less than nothing; but I do to you as I would wish that others should do unto me. I believe it is only too true that Mr. Crosbie has proposed to Lady Alexandrina De Courcy, and been accepted by her. I think you will believe that I would not say this without warrant, and if there be anything in it, it may be well, for the poor young lady’s sake, that you should put yourself in the way of learning the truth.

Believe me to be yours sincerely,

Julia De Guest

Courcy Castle, Thursday.

The squire had never been very fond of any of the De Guest family, and had, perhaps, liked Lady Julia the least of them all. He was wont to call her a meddling old woman⁠—remembering her bitterness and pride in those now long bygone days in which the gallant major had run off with Lady Fanny. When he first received this letter, he did not, on the first reading of it, believe a word of its contents. “Cross-grained old harridan,” he said out loud to his nephew. “Look what that aunt of yours has written to me.” Bernard read the letter twice, and as he did so his face became hard and angry.

“You don’t mean to say you believe it?” said the squire.

“I don’t think it will be safe to disregard it.”

“What! you think it possible that your friend is doing as she says?”

“It is certainly possible. He was angry when he found that Lily had no fortune.”

“Heavens, Bernard! And you can speak of it in that way?”

“I don’t say that it is true; but I think we should look to it. I will go to Courcy Castle and learn the truth.”

The squire at last decided that he would go. He went to Courcy Castle, and found that Crosbie had started two hours before his arrival. He asked for Lady Julia, and learned from her that Crosbie had actually left the house as the betrothed husband of Lady Alexandrina.

“The countess, I am sure, will not contradict it, if you will see her,” said Lady Julia. But this the squire was unwilling to do. He would not proclaim the wretched condition of his niece more loudly than was necessary, and therefore he started on his pursuit of Crosbie. What was his success on that evening we have already learned.

Both Lady Alexandrina and her mother heard of Mr. Dale’s arrival at the castle, but nothing was said between them on the subject. Lady Amelia Gazebee heard of it also, and she ventured to discuss the matter with her sister.

“You don’t know exactly how far it went, do you?”

“No; yes;⁠—not exactly, that is,” said Alexandrina.

“I suppose he did say something about marriage to the girl?”

“Yes, I’m afraid he did.”

“Dear, dear! It’s very unfortunate. What sort of people are those Dales? I suppose he talked to you about them.”

“No, he didn’t; not very much. I daresay she is an artful, sly thing! It’s a great pity men should go on in such a way.”

“Yes, it is,” said Lady Amelia. “And I do suppose that in this case the blame has been more with him than with her. It’s only right I should tell you that.”

“But what can I do?”

“I don’t say you can do anything; but it’s as well you should know.”

“But I don’t know, and you don’t know; and I can’t see that there is any use talking about it now. I knew him a long while before she did, and if she has allowed him to make a fool of her, it isn’t my fault.”

“Nobody says it is, my dear.”

“But you seem to preach to me about it. What can I do for the girl? The fact is, he don’t care for her a bit, and never did.”

“Then he shouldn’t have told her that he did.”

“That’s all very well, Amelia; but people don’t always do exactly all that they ought to do. I suppose Mr. Crosbie isn’t the first man that has proposed to two ladies. I dare say it was wrong, but I can’t help it. As to Mr. Dale coming here with a tale of his niece’s wrongs, I think it very absurd⁠—very absurd indeed. It makes it look as though there had been a scheme to catch Mr. Crosbie, and it’s my belief that there was such a scheme.”

“I only hope that there’ll be no quarrel.”

“Men don’t fight duels nowadays, Amelia.”

“But do you remember what Frank Gresham did to Mr. Moffat when he behaved so badly to poor Augusta?”

“Mr. Crosbie isn’t afraid of that kind of thing. And I always thought that Frank was very wrong⁠—very wrong indeed. What’s the good of two men beating each other in the street?”

“Well; I’m sure I hope there’ll be no quarrel. But I own I don’t like the look of it. You see the uncle must have known all about it, and have consented to the marriage, or he would not have come here.”

“I don’t see that it can make any difference to me, Amelia.”

“No, my dear, I don’t see that it can. We shall be up in town soon, and I will see as much as possible of Mr. Crosbie. The marriage, I hope, will take place soon.”

“He talks of February.”

“Don’t put it off, Alley, whatever you do. There are so many slips, you know, in these things.”

“I’m not a bit afraid of that,” said Alexandrina, sticking up her head.

“I daresay not; and you may be sure that we will keep an eye on him. Mortimer will get him up to dine with us as often as possible, and as his leave of absence is all over, he can’t get out of town. He’s to be here at Christmas, isn’t he?”

“Of course he is.”

“Mind you keep him to that. And as to these Dales, I would be very careful, if I were you, not to say anything unkind of them to anyone. It sounds badly in your position.” And with this last piece of advice Lady Amelia Gazebee allowed