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

will be fools enough for anything,” said Lady De Courcy. “But, of course, if he did, it would come to nothing afterwards. I know one who would not be sorry. If ever a man was tired of a woman, Lord Dumbello is tired of her.”

But in this, as in almost everything else, the wicked old woman spoke scandal. Lord Dumbello was still proud of his wife, and as fond of her as a man can be of a woman whose fondness depends upon mere pride.

There had not been much that was dangerous in the conversation between Mr. Palliser and Lady Dumbello, but I cannot say the same as to that which was going on at the same moment between Crosbie and Lady Alexandrina. She, as I have said, walked away in almost open dudgeon when Lady Julia recommenced her attack about poor Lily, nor did she return to the general circle during the evening. There were two large drawing-rooms at Courcy Castle, joined together by a narrow link of a room, which might have been called a passage, had it not been lighted by two windows coming down to the floor, carpeted as were the drawing-rooms, and warmed with a separate fireplace. Hither she betook herself, and was soon followed by her married sister Amelia.

“That woman almost drives me mad,” said Alexandrina, as they stood together with their toes upon the fender.

“But, my dear, you of all people should not allow yourself to be driven mad on such a subject.”

“That’s all very well, Amelia.”

“The question is this, my dear⁠—what does Mr. Crosbie mean to do?”

“How should I know?”

“If you don’t know, it will be safer to suppose that he is going to marry this girl; and in that case⁠—”

“Well, what in that case? Are you going to be another Lady Julia? What do I care about the girl?”

“I don’t suppose you care much about the girl; and if you care as little about Mr. Crosbie, there’s an end of it; only in that case, Alexandrina⁠—”

“Well, what in that case?”

“You know I don’t want to preach to you. Can’t you tell me at once whether you really like him? You and I have always been good friends.” And the married sister put her arm affectionately round the waist of her who wished to be married.

“I like him well enough.”

“And has he made any declaration to you?”

“In a sort of a way he has. Hark, here he is!” And Crosbie, coming in from the larger room, joined the sisters at the fireplace.

“We were driven away by the clack of Lady Julia’s tongue,” said the elder.

“I never met such a woman,” said Crosbie.

“There cannot well be many like her,” said Alexandrina. And after that they all stood silent for a minute or two. Lady Amelia Gazebee was considering whether or no she would do well to go and leave the two together. If it were intended that Mr. Crosbie should marry her sister, it would certainly be well to give him an opportunity of expressing such a wish on his own part. But if Alexandrina was simply making a fool of herself, then it would be well for her to stay. “I suppose she would rather I should go,” said the elder sister to herself; and then, obeying the rule which should guide all our actions from one to another, she went back and joined the crowd.

“Will you come on into the other room?” said Crosbie.

“I think we are very well here,” Alexandrina replied.

“But I wish to speak to you⁠—particularly,” said he.

“And cannot you speak here?”

“No. They will be passing backwards and forwards.” Lady Alexandrina said nothing further, but led the way into the other large room. That also was lighted, and there were in it four or five persons. Lady Rosina was reading a work on the Millennium, with a light to herself in one corner. Her brother John was asleep in an armchair, and a young gentleman and lady were playing chess. There was, however, ample room for Crosbie and Alexandrina to take up a position apart.

“And now, Mr. Crosbie, what have you got to say to me? But, first, I mean to repeat Lady Julia’s question, as I told you that I should do.⁠—When did you hear last from Miss Dale?”

“It is cruel in you to ask me such a question, after what I have already told you. You know that I have given to Miss Dale a promise of marriage.”

“Very well, sir. I don’t see why you should bring me in here to tell me anything that is so publicly known as that. With such a herald as Lady Julia it was quite unnecessary.”

“If you can only answer me in that tone I will make an end of it at once. When I told you of my engagement, I told you also that another woman possessed my heart. Am I wrong to suppose that you knew to whom I alluded?”

“Indeed, I did not, Mr. Crosbie. I am no conjuror, and I have not scrutinized you so closely as your friend Lady Julia.”

“It is you that I love. I am sure I need hardly say so now.”

“Hardly, indeed⁠—considering that you are engaged to Miss Dale.”

“As to that I have, of course, to own that I have behaved foolishly;⁠—worse than foolishly, if you choose to say so. You cannot condemn me more absolutely than I condemn myself. But I have made up my mind as to one thing. I will not marry where I do not love.” Oh, if Lily could have heard him as he then spoke! “It would be impossible for me to speak in terms too high of Miss Dale; but I am quite sure that I could not make her happy as her husband.”

“Why did you not think of that before you asked her?” said Alexandrina. But there was very little of condemnation in her tone.

“I ought to have done so; but it is hardly for you to blame me with severity. Had you, when we were last together in London⁠—had you been