Doctor Thorne, Anthony Trollope [an ebook reader .TXT] 📗

sir? All I require is a relay of napkins for every course:” and he went to work, covering it with every spoonful, as men with beards always do.

“Well, if you like it!” said the squire, shrugging his shoulders.

“But I do like it,” said Frank.

“Oh, papa, you wouldn’t have him cut it off,” said one of the twins. “It is so handsome.”

“I should like to work it into a chair-back instead of floss-silk,” said the other twin.

“Thank’ee, Sophy; I’ll remember you for that.”

“Doesn’t it look nice, and grand, and patriarchal?” said Beatrice, turning to her neighbour.

“Patriarchal, certainly,” said Mr. Oriel. “I should grow one myself if I had not the fear of the archbishop before my eyes.”

What was next said to him was in a whisper, audible only to himself.

“Doctor, did you know Wildman of the 9th? He was left as surgeon at Scutari for two years. Why, my beard to his is only a little down.”

“A little way down, you mean,” said Mr. Gazebee.

“Yes,” said Frank, resolutely set against laughing at Mr. Gazebee’s pun. “Why, his beard descends to his ankles, and he is obliged to tie it in a bag at night, because his feet get entangled in it when he is asleep!”

“Oh, Frank!” said one of the girls.

This was all very well for the squire, and Lady Arabella, and the girls. They were all delighted to praise Frank, and talk about him. Neither did it come amiss to Mr. Oriel and the doctor, who had both a personal interest in the young hero. But Sir Louis did not like it at all. He was the only baronet in the room, and yet nobody took any notice of him. He was seated in the post of honour, next to Lady Arabella; but even Lady Arabella seemed to think more of her own son than of him. Seeing how he was ill-used, he meditated revenge; but not the less did it behove him to make some effort to attract attention.

“Was your ladyship long in London, this season?” said he.

Lady Arabella had not been in London at all this year, and it was a sore subject with her. “No,” said she, very graciously; “circumstances have kept us at home.”

Sir Louis only understood one description of “circumstances.” Circumstances, in his idea, meant the want of money, and he immediately took Lady Arabella’s speech as a confession of poverty.

“Ah, indeed! I am very sorry for that; that must be very distressing to a person like your ladyship. But things are mending, perhaps?”

Lady Arabella did not in the least understand him. “Mending!” she said, in her peculiar tone of aristocratic indifference; and then turned to Mr. Gazebee, who was on the other side of her.

Sir Louis was not going to stand this. He was the first man in the room, and he knew his own importance. It was not to be borne that Lady Arabella should turn to talk to a dirty attorney, and leave him, a baronet, to eat his dinner without notice. If nothing else would move her, he would let her know who was the real owner of the Greshamsbury title-deeds.

“I think I saw your ladyship out today, taking a ride.” Lady Arabella had driven through the village in her pony-chair.

“I never ride,” said she, turning her head for one moment from Mr. Gazebee.

“In the one-horse carriage, I mean, my lady. I was delighted with the way you whipped him up round the corner.”

Whipped him up round the corner! Lady Arabella could make no answer to this; so she went on talking to Mr. Gazebee. Sir Louis, repulsed, but not vanquished⁠—resolved not to be vanquished by any Lady Arabella⁠—turned his attention to his plate for a minute or two, and then recommenced.

“The honour of a glass of wine with you, Lady Arabella,” said he.

“I never take wine at dinner,” said Lady Arabella. The man was becoming intolerable to her, and she was beginning to fear that it would be necessary for her to fly the room to get rid of him.

The baronet was again silent for a moment; but he was determined not to be put down.

“This is a nice-looking country about here,” said he.

“Yes; very nice,” said Mr. Gazebee, endeavouring to relieve the lady of the mansion.

“I hardly know which I like best; this, or my own place at Boxall Hill. You have the advantage here in trees, and those sort of things. But, as to the house, why, my box there is very comfortable, very. You’d hardly know the place now, Lady Arabella, if you haven’t seen it since my governor bought it. How much do you think he spent about the house and grounds, pineries included, you know, and those sort of things?”

Lady Arabella shook her head.

“Now guess, my lady,” said he. But it was not to be supposed that Lady Arabella should guess on such a subject.

“I never guess,” said she, with a look of ineffable disgust.

“What do you say, Mr. Gazebee?”

“Perhaps a hundred thousand pounds.”

“What! for a house! You can’t know much about money, nor yet about building, I think, Mr. Gazebee.”

“Not much,” said Mr. Gazebee, “as to such magnificent places as Boxall Hill.”

“Well, my lady, if you won’t guess, I’ll tell you. It cost twenty-two thousand four hundred and nineteen pounds four shillings and eightpence. I’ve all the accounts exact. Now, that’s a tidy lot of money for a house for a man to live in.”

Sir Louis spoke this in a loud tone, which at least commanded the attention of the table. Lady Arabella, vanquished, bowed her head, and said that it was a large sum; Mr. Gazebee went on sedulously eating his dinner; the squire was struck momentarily dumb in the middle of a long chat with the doctor; even Mr. Oriel ceased to whisper; and the girls opened their eyes with astonishment. Before the end of his speech, Sir Louis’s voice had become very loud.

“Yes, indeed,” said Frank; “a very tidy lot of money. I’d have generously dropped the four and eightpence if I’d been the architect.”

“It wasn’t all one bill; but that’s the tot. I