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

two who were passing. Johnny was very wrong⁠—wrong to utter any curse;⁠—very wrong to ejaculate that curse against a human being; and especially wrong to fulminate it against a woman⁠—a woman whom he had professed to love! But he did do so, and I cannot tell my story thoroughly without repeating the wicked word.

Cradell looked up at him and stared. “I only meant to say,” said Cradell, “I’ll do anything you like in the matter.”

“Then never mention her name to me again. And as to talking to her, you may talk to her till you’re both blue in the face, if you please.”

“Oh;⁠—I didn’t know. You didn’t seem to like it the other day.”

“I was a fool the other day⁠—a confounded fool. And so I have been all my life. Amelia Roper! Look here, Caudle; if she makes up to you this evening, as I’ve no doubt she will, for she seems to be playing that game constantly now, just let her have her fling. Never mind me; I’ll amuse myself with Mrs. Lupex, or Miss Spruce.”

“But there’ll be the deuce to pay with Mrs. Lupex. She’s as cross as possible already whenever Amelia speaks to me. You don’t know what a jealous woman is, Johnny.” Cradell had got upon what he considered to be his high ground. And on that he felt himself equal to any man. It was no doubt true that Eames had thrashed a man, and that he had not; it was true also that Eames had risen to very high place in the social world, having become a private secretary; but for a dangerous, mysterious, overwhelming, life-enveloping intrigue⁠—was not he the acknowledged hero of such an affair? He had paid very dearly, both in pocket and in comfort, for the blessing of Mrs. Lupex’s society; but he hardly considered that he had paid too dearly. There are certain luxuries which a man will find to be expensive; but, for all that, they may be worth their price. Nevertheless as he went up the steps of Mrs. Roper’s house he made up his mind that he would oblige his friend. The intrigue might in that way become more mysterious, and more life-enveloping; whereas it would not become more dangerous, seeing that Mr. Lupex could hardly find himself to be aggrieved by such a proceeding.

The whole number of Mrs. Roper’s boarders were assembled at dinner that day. Mr. Lupex seldom joined that festive board, but on this occasion he was present, appearing from his voice and manner to be in high good-humour. Cradell had communicated to the company in the drawing-room the great good fortune which had fallen upon his friend, and Johnny had thereby become the mark of a certain amount of hero-worship.

“Oh, indeed!” said Mrs. Roper. “An ’appy woman your mother will be when she hears it. But I always said you’d come down right side uppermost.”

“Handsome is as handsome does,” said Miss Spruce.

“Oh, Mr. Eames!” exclaimed Mrs. Lupex, with graceful enthusiasm, “I wish you joy from the very depth of my heart. It is such an elegant appointment.”

“Accept the hand of a true and disinterested friend,” said Lupex. And Johnny did accept the hand, though it was very dirty and stained all over with paint.

Amelia stood apart and conveyed her congratulations by a glance⁠—or, I might better say, by a series of glances. “And now⁠—now will you not be mine,” the glances said; “now that you are rolling in wealth and prosperity?” And then before they went downstairs she did whisper one word to him. “Oh, I am so happy, John;⁠—so very happy.”

“Bother!” said Johnny, in a tone quite loud enough to reach the lady’s ear. Then making his way round the room, he gave his arm to Miss Spruce. Amelia, as she walked downstairs alone, declared to herself that she would wring his heart. She had been employed in wringing it for some days past, and had been astonished at her own success. It had been clear enough to her that Eames had been piqued by her overtures to Cradell, and she had therefore to play out that game.

“Oh, Mr. Cradell,” she said, as she took her seat next to him. “The friends I like are the friends that remain always the same. I hate your sudden rises. They do so often make a man upsetting.”

“I should like to try, myself, all the same,” said Cradell.

“Well, I don’t think it would make any difference in you; I don’t indeed. And of course your time will come too. It’s that earl as has done it⁠—he that was worried by the bull. Since we have known an earl we have been so mighty fine.” And Amelia gave her head a little toss, and then smiled archly, in a manner which, to Cradell’s eyes, was really very becoming. But he saw that Mrs. Lupex was looking at him from the other side of the table, and he could not quite enjoy the goods which the gods had provided for him.

When the ladies left the dining-room Lupex and the two young men drew their chairs near the fire, and each prepared for himself a moderate potation. Eames made a little attempt at leaving the room, but he was implored by Lupex with such earnest protestations of friendship to remain, and was so weakly fearful of being charged with giving himself airs, that he did as he was desired.

“And here, Mr. Eames, is to your very good health,” said Lupex, raising to his mouth a steaming goblet of gin-and-water, “and wishing you many years to enjoy your official prosperity.”

“Thank ye,” said Eames. “I don’t know much about the prosperity, but I’m just as much obliged.”

“Yes, sir; when I see a young man of your age beginning to rise in the world, I know he’ll go on. Now look at me, Mr. Eames. Mr. Cradell, here’s your very good health, and may all unkindness be drowned in the flowing bowl⁠—Look at me, Mr. Eames. I’ve never risen in the world; I’ve never done any good in the world, and never shall.”

“Oh, Mr. Lupex, don’t say that.”

“Ah,