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

thing in her mind, and to look at it in various points of view. There was a great deal in such an arrangement which at the first sight recommended it to her very strongly. All the local circumstances were in its favour. As regarded herself it would promise to her all that she had ever desired. It would give her a prospect of seeing very much of Lily; for if Bell were settled at the old family house, Crosbie would naturally be much with his friend. She liked Bernard also; and for a moment or two fancied, as she turned it all over in her mind, that, even yet, if such a marriage were to take place, there might grow up something like true regard between her and the old squire. How happy would be her old age in that Small House, if Bell with her children were living so close to her!

“Well?” said the squire, who was looking very intently into her face.

“I was thinking,” said Mrs. Dale. “Do you say that she has already refused him?”

“I am afraid she has; but then you know⁠—”

“It must of course be left for her to judge.”

“If you mean that she cannot be made to marry her cousin, of course we all know she can’t.”

“I mean rather more than that.”

“What do you mean, then?”

“That the matter must be left altogether to her own decision; that no persuasion must be used by you or me. If he can persuade her, indeed⁠—”

“Yes, exactly. He must persuade her. I quite agree with you that he should have liberty to plead his own cause. But look you here, Mary;⁠—she has always been a very good child to you⁠—”

“Indeed she has.”

“And a word from you would go a long way with her⁠—as it ought. If she knows that you would like her to marry her cousin, it will make her think it her duty⁠—”

“Ah! but that is just what I cannot try to make her think.”

“Will you let me speak, Mary? You take me up and scold me before the words are half out of my mouth. Of course I know that in these days a young lady is not to be compelled into marrying anybody;⁠—not but that, as far as I can see, they did better than they do now when they had not quite so much of their own way.”

“I never would take upon myself to ask a child to marry any man.”

“But you may explain to her that it is her duty to give such a proposal much thought before it is absolutely refused. A girl either is in love or she is not. If she is, she is ready to jump down a man’s throat; and that was the case with Lily.”

“She never thought of the man till he had proposed to her fully.”

“Well, never mind now. But if a girl is not in love, she thinks she is bound to swear and declare that she never will be so.”

“I don’t think Bell ever declared anything of the kind.”

“Yes, she did. She told Bernard that she didn’t love him and couldn’t love him⁠—and, in fact, that she wouldn’t think anything more about it. Now, Mary, that’s what I call being headstrong and positive. I don’t want to drive her, and I don’t want you to drive her. But here is an arrangement which for her will be a very good one; you must admit that. We all know that she is on excellent terms with Bernard. It isn’t as though they had been falling out and hating each other all their lives. She told him that she was very fond of him, and talked nonsense about being his sister, and all that.”

“I don’t see that it was nonsense at all.”

“Yes, it was nonsense⁠—on such an occasion. If a man asks a girl to marry him, he doesn’t want her to talk to him about being his sister. I think it is nonsense. If she would only consider about it properly she would soon learn to love him.”

“That lesson, if it be learned at all, must be learned without any tutor.”

“You won’t do anything to help me then?”

“I will, at any rate, do nothing to mar you. And, to tell the truth, I must think over the matter fully before I can decide what I had better say to Bell about it. From her not speaking to me⁠—”

“I think she ought to have told you.”

“No, Mr. Dale. Had she accepted him, of course she would have told me. Had she thought of doing so she might probably have consulted me. But if she made up her mind that she must reject him⁠—”

“She oughtn’t to have made up her mind.”

“But if she did, it seems natural to me that she should speak of it to no one. She might probably think that Bernard would be as well pleased that it should not be known.”

“Psha⁠—known!⁠—of course it will be known. As you want time to consider of it, I will say nothing more now. If she were my daughter, I should have no hesitation in telling her what I thought best for her welfare.”

“I have none; though I may have some in making up my mind as to what is best for her welfare. But, Mr. Dale, you may be sure of this; I will speak to her very earnestly of your kindness and love for her. And I wish you would believe that I feel your regard for her very strongly.”

In answer to this he merely shook his head, and hummed and hawed. “You would be glad to see them married, as regards yourself?” he asked.

“Certainly I would,” said Mrs. Dale. “I have always liked Bernard, and I believe my girl would be safe with him. But then, you see, it’s a question on which my own likings or dislikings should not have any bearing.”

And so they parted, the squire making his way back again through the drawing-room window. He was not above half pleased with his interview; but