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

would she not always blame herself for having brought them to that by her own false pride? And yet it seemed to her that she now had no alternative. She could not now teach her daughters to obey their uncle’s wishes in all things. She could not make Bell understand that it would be well that she should marry Bernard because the squire had set his heart on such a marriage. She had gone so far that she could not now go back.

“I suppose we must move at Lady-day?” said Bell, who was in favour of instant action. “If so, had you not better let uncle Christopher know at once?”

“I don’t think that we can find a house by that time.”

“We can get in somewhere,” continued Bell. “There are plenty of lodgings in Guestwick, you know.” But the sound of the word lodgings was uncomfortable in Mrs. Dale’s ears.

“If we are to go, let us go at once,” said Lily. “We need not stand much upon the order of our going.”

“Your uncle will be very much shocked,” said Mrs. Dale.

“He cannot say that it is your fault,” said Bell.

It was thus agreed between them that the necessary information should be at once given to the squire, and that the old, well-loved house should be left forever. It would be a great fall in a worldly point of view⁠—from the Allington Small House to an abode in some little street of Guestwick. At Allington they had been county people⁠—raised to a level with their own squire and other squires by the circumstance of their residence; but at Guestwick they would be small even among the people of the town. They would be on an equality with the Eameses, and much looked down upon by the Gruffens. They would hardly dare to call any more at Guestwick Manor, seeing that they certainly could not expect Lady Julia to call upon them at Guestwick. Mrs. Boyce no doubt would patronize them, and they could already anticipate the condolence which would be offered to them by Mrs. Hearn. Indeed such a movement on their part would be tantamount to a confession of failure in the full hearing of so much of the world as was known to them.

I must not allow my readers to suppose that these considerations were a matter of indifference to any of the ladies at the Small House. To some women of strong mind, of highly-strung philosophic tendencies, such considerations might have been indifferent. But Mrs. Dale was not of this nature, nor were her daughters. The good things of the world were good in their eyes, and they valued the privilege of a pleasant social footing among their friends. They were by no means capable of a wise contempt of the advantages which chance had hitherto given to them. They could not go forth rejoicing in the comparative poverty of their altered condition. But then, neither could they purchase those luxuries which they were about to abandon at the price which was asked for them.

“Had you not better write to my uncle?” said one of the girls. But to this Mrs. Dale objected that she could not make a letter on such a subject clearly intelligible, and that therefore she would see the squire on the following morning. “It will be very dreadful,” she said, “but it will soon be over. It is not what he will say at the moment that I fear so much, as the bitter reproaches of his face when I shall meet him afterwards.” So, on the following morning, she again made her way, and now without invitation, to the squire’s study.

“Mr. Dale,” she began, starting upon her work with some confusion in her manner, and hurry in her speech, “I have been thinking over what we were saying together yesterday, and I have come to a resolution which I know I ought to make known to you without a moment’s delay.”

The squire also had thought of what had passed between them, and had suffered much as he had done so; but he had thought of it without acerbity or anger. His thoughts were ever gentler than his words, and his heart softer than any exponent of his heart that he was able to put forth. He wished to love his brother’s children, and to be loved by them; but even failing that, he wished to do good to them. It had not occurred to him to be angry with Mrs. Dale after that interview was over. The conversation had not gone pleasantly with him; but then he hardly expected that things would go pleasantly. No idea had occurred to him that evil could come upon any of the Dale ladies from the words which had then been spoken. He regarded the Small House as their abode and home as surely as the Great House was his own. In giving him his due, it must be declared that any allusion to their holding these as a benefit done to them by him had been very far from his thoughts. Mrs. Hearn, who held her cottage at half its real value, grumbled almost daily at him as her landlord; but it never occurred to him that therefore he should raise her rent, or that in not doing so he was acting with special munificence. It had ever been to him a grumbling, cross-grained, unpleasant world; and he did not expect from Mrs. Hearn, or from his sister-in-law, anything better than that to which he had ever been used.

“It will make me very happy,” said he, “if it has any bearing on Bell’s marriage with her cousin.”

“Mr. Dale, that is out of the question. I would not vex you by saying so if I were not certain of it; but I know my child so well!”

“Then we must leave it to time, Mary.”

“Yes, of course; but no time will suffice to make Bell change her mind. We will, however, leave the subject. And now, Mr. Dale, I have to tell you of something else;⁠—we have resolved to leave