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

himself at the Manor House. Eames, as by agreement with his patron, did not come down so as to show himself till after the interview. Lady Julia, who had been present at their discussions, had agreed to receive the squire; and then a servant was to ask him to step into the earl’s own room. It was pretty to see the way in which the three conspired together, planning and plotting with an eagerness that was beautifully green and fresh.

“He can be as cross as an old stick when he likes it,” said the earl, speaking of the squire; “and we must take care not to rub him the wrong way.”

“I shan’t know what to say to him when I come down,” said Johnny.

“Just shake hands with him and don’t say anything,” said Lady Julia.

“I’ll give him some port wine that ought to soften his heart,” said the earl, “and then we’ll see how he is in the evening.”

Eames heard the wheels of the squire’s little open carriage and trembled. The squire, unconscious of all schemes, soon found himself with Lady Julia, and within two minutes of his entrance was walked off to the earl’s private room. “Certainly,” he said, “certainly;” and followed the manservant. The earl, as he entered, was standing in the middle of the room, and his round rosy face was a picture of good-humour.

“I’m very glad you’ve come, Dale,” said he. “I’ve something I want to say to you.”

Mr. Dale, who neither in heart nor in manner was so light a man as the earl, took the proffered hand of his host, and bowed his head slightly, signifying that he was willing to listen to anything.

“I think I told you,” continued the earl, “that young John Eames is down here; but he goes back tomorrow, as they can’t spare him at his office. He’s a very good fellow⁠—as far as I am able to judge, an uncommonly good young man. I’ve taken a great fancy to him myself.”

In answer to this Mr. Dale did not say much. He sat down, and in some general terms expressed his goodwill towards all the Eames family.

“As you know, Dale, I’m a very bad hand at talking, and therefore I won’t beat about the bush in what I’ve got to say at present. Of course we’ve all heard of that scoundrel Crosbie, and the way he has treated your niece Lilian.”

“He is a scoundrel⁠—an unmixed scoundrel. But the less we say about that the better. It is ill mentioning a girl’s name in such a matter as that.”

“But, my dear Dale, I must mention it at the present moment. Dear young child, I would do anything to comfort her! And I hope that something may be done to comfort her. Do you know that that young man was in love with her long before Crosbie ever saw her?”

“What;⁠—John Eames!”

“Yes, John Eames. And I wish heartily for his sake that he had won her regard before she had met that rascal whom you had to stay down at your house.”

“A man cannot help these things, De Guest,” said the squire.

“No, no, no! There are such men about the world, and it is impossible to know them at a glance. He was my nephew’s friend, and I am not going to say that my nephew was in fault. But I wish⁠—I only say that I wish⁠—she had first known what are this young man’s feelings towards her.”

“But she might not have thought of him as you do.”

“He is an uncommonly good-looking young fellow; straight made, broad in the chest, with a good, honest eye, and a young man’s proper courage. He has never been taught to give himself airs like a dancing monkey; but I think he’s all the better for that.”

“But it’s too late now, De Guest.”

“No, no; that’s just where it is. It mustn’t be too late! That child is not to lose her whole life because a villain has played her false. Of course she’ll suffer. Just at present it wouldn’t do, I suppose, to talk to her about a new sweetheart. But, Dale, the time will come; the time will come;⁠—the time always does come.”

“It has never come to you and me,” said the squire, with the slightest possible smile on his dry cheeks. The story of their lives had been so far the same; each had loved, and each had been disappointed, and then each had remained single through life.

“Yes, it has,” said the earl, with no slight touch of feeling and even of romance in what he said. “We have retricked our beams in our own ways, and our lives have not been desolate. But for her⁠—you and her mother will look forward to see her married some day.”

“I have not thought about it.”

“But I want you to think about it. I want to interest you in this fellow’s favour; and in doing so, I mean to be very open with you. I suppose you’ll give her something?”

“I don’t know, I’m sure,” said the squire, almost offended at an inquiry of such a nature.

“Well, then, whether you do or not, I’ll give him something,” said the earl. “I shouldn’t have ventured to meddle in the matter had I not intended to put myself in such a position with reference to him as would justify me in asking the question.” And the peer as he spoke drew himself up to his full height. “If such a match can be made, it shall not be a bad marriage for your niece in a pecuniary point of view. I shall have pleasure in giving to him; but I shall have more pleasure if she can share what I give.”

“She ought to be very much obliged to you,” said the squire.

“I think she would be if she knew young Eames. I hope the day may come when she will be so. I hope that you and I may see them happy together, and that you too may thank me for having assisted