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

“No, no, no. One man does not have another in his power in this country⁠—not in that way; but then you know, Mr. Palliser, it would hardly do to offend him; would it?”

“I would rather not offend him, as is natural. Indeed, I do not wish to offend anyone.”

“Exactly so; and least of all the duke, who has the whole property in his own hands. We may say the whole, for he can marry tomorrow if he pleases. And then his life is so good. I don’t know a stouter man of his age, anywhere.”

“I’m very glad to hear it.”

“I’m sure you are, Mr. Palliser. But if he were to take offence, you know?”

“I should put up with it.”

“Yes, exactly; that’s what you would do. But it would be worth while to avoid it, seeing how much he has in his power.”

“Has the duke sent you to me now, Mr. Fothergill?”

“No, no, no⁠—nothing of the sort. But he dropped words the other day which made me fancy that he was not quite⁠—quite⁠—quite at ease about you. I have long known that he would be very glad indeed to see an heir born to the property. The other morning⁠—I don’t know whether there was anything in it⁠—but I fancied he was going to make some change in the present arrangements. He did not do it, and it might have been fancy. Only think, Mr. Palliser, what one word of his might do! If he says a word, he never goes back from it.” Then, having said so much, Mr. Fothergill went his way.

Mr. Palliser understood the meaning of all this very well. It was not the first occasion on which Mr. Fothergill had given him advice⁠—advice such as Mr. Fothergill himself had no right to give him. He always received such counsel with an air of half-injured dignity, intending thereby to explain to Mr. Fothergill that he was intruding. But he knew well whence the advice came; and though, in all such cases, he had made up his mind not to follow such counsel, it had generally come to pass that Mr. Palliser’s conduct had more or less accurately conformed itself to Mr. Fothergill’s advice. A word from the duke might certainly do a great deal! Mr. Palliser resolved that in that affair of Lady Dumbello he would follow his own devices. But, nevertheless, it was undoubtedly true that a word from the duke might do a great deal!

We, who are in the secret, know how far Mr. Palliser had already progressed in his iniquitous passion before he left Hartlebury. Others, who were perhaps not so well informed, gave him credit for a much more advanced success. Lady Clandidlem, in her letter to Lady De Courcy, written immediately after the departure of Mr. Palliser, declared that, having heard of that gentleman’s intended matutinal departure, she had confidently expected to learn at the breakfast-table that Lady Dumbello had flown with him. From the tone of her ladyship’s language, it seemed as though she had been robbed of an anticipated pleasure by Lady Dumbello’s prolonged sojourn in the halls of her husband’s ancestors. “I feel, however, quite convinced,” said Lady Clandidlem, “that it cannot go on longer than the spring. I never yet saw a man so infatuated as Mr. Palliser. He did not leave her for one moment all the time he was here. No one but Lady Hartletop would have permitted it. But, you know, there is nothing so pleasant as good old family friendships.”

Lily had exacted a promise from her mother before her illness, and during the period of her convalescence often referred to it, reminding her mother that that promise had been made, and must be kept. Lily was to be told the day on which Crosbie was to be married. It had come to the knowledge of them all that the marriage was to take place in February. But this was not sufficient for Lily. She must know the day.

And as the time drew nearer⁠—Lily becoming stronger the while, and less subject to medical authority⁠—the marriage of Crosbie and Alexandrina was spoken of much more frequently at the Small House. It was not a subject which Mrs. Dale or Bell would have chosen for conversation; but Lily would refer to it. She would begin by doing so almost in a drolling strain, alluding to herself as a forlorn damsel in a playbook; and then she would go on to speak of his interests as a matter which was still of great moment to her. But in the course of such talking she would too often break down, showing by some sad word or melancholy tone how great was the burden on her heart. Mrs. Dale and Bell would willingly have avoided the subject, but Lily would not have it avoided. For them it was a very difficult matter on which to speak in her hearing. It was not permitted to them to say a word of abuse against Crosbie, as to whom they thought that no word of condemnation could be sufficiently severe; and they were forced to listen to such excuses for his conduct as Lily chose to manufacture, never daring to point out how vain those excuses were.

Indeed, in those days Lily reigned as a queen at the Small House. Ill-usage and illness together falling into her hands had given her such power, that none of the other women were able to withstand it. Nothing was said about it; but it was understood by them all, Jane and the cook included, that Lily was for the time paramount. She was a dear, gracious, loving, brave queen, and no one was anxious to rebel;⁠—only that those praises of Crosbie were so very bitter in the ears of her subjects. The day was named soon enough, and the tidings came down to Allington. On the fourteenth of February, Crosbie was to be made a happy man. This was not known to the Dales till the twelfth, and they would willingly have spared the knowledge