"And what"ll you do, Mrs. Greenow?"
"What shall I do?"--"Yes; what will you do?"
"That is, if you marry Kate? Why, I"ll come and stay with you half my time, and nurse the children, as an old grand-aunt should."
"But about--." Then he hesitated, and she asked him of what he was thinking.
"You don"t mean to take that man Bellfield, do you?"
"Come, Mr. Cheesacre, that"s rank jealousy. What right can you have to ask me whether I shall take any man or no man? The chances are that I shall remain as I am till I"m carried to my grave; but I"m not going to give any pledge about it to you or to any one."
"You don"t know that man, Mrs. Greenow; you don"t, indeed. I tell it you as your friend. Does not it stand to reason, when he has got nothing in the world, that he must be a beggar? It"s all very well saying that when a man is courting a lady, he shouldn"t say much about his money; but you won"t make me believe that any man will make a good husband who hasn"t got a shilling. And for lies, there"s no beating him!"
"Why, then, has he been such a friend of yours?"
"Well, because I"ve been foolish. I took up with him just because he looked pleasant, I suppose."
"And you want to prevent me from doing the same thing."
"If you were to marry him, Mrs. Greenow, it"s my belief I should do him a mischief; it is, really. I don"t think I could stand it;--a mean, skulking beggar! I suppose I"d better go now?"
"Certainly, if that"s the way you choose to talk about my friends."
"Friends, indeed! Well, I won"t say any more at present. I suppose if I was to talk for ever it wouldn"t be any good?"
"Come and talk to Kate Vavasor for ever, Mr. Cheesacre."
To this he made no reply, but went forth from the house, and got his gig, and drove himself home to Oileymead, thinking of his disappointment with all the bitterness of a young lover. "I didn"t ever think I should ever care so much about anything," he said, as he took himself up to bed that night.
That evening Captain Bellfield did call in the Close, as he had said he would do, but he was not admitted. "Her mistress was very bad with a headache," Jeannette said.
CHAPTER XLVIII.
Preparations for Lady Monk"s Party.
Early in April, the Easter recess being all over, Lady Monk gave a grand party in London. Lady Monk"s town house was in Gloucester Square. It was a large mansion, and Lady Monk"s parties in London were known to be very great affairs. She usually gave two or three in the season, and spent a large portion of her time and energy in so arranging matters that her parties should be successful. As this was her special line in life, a failure would have been very distressing to her;--and we may also say very disgraceful, taking into consideration, as we should do in forming our judgement on the subject, the very large sums of Sir Cosmo"s money which she spent in this way. But she seldom did fail. She knew how to select her days, so as not to fall foul of other events. It seldom happened that people could not come to her because of a division which occupied all the Members of Parliament, or that they were drawn away by the superior magnitude of some other attraction in the world of fashion.
This giving of parties was her business, and she had learned it thoroughly. She worked at it harder than most men work at their trades, and let us hope that the profits were consolatory.
It was generally acknowledged to be the proper thing to go to Lady Monk"s parties. There were certain people who were asked, and who went as a matter of course,--people who were by no means on intimate terms with Lady Monk, or with Sir Cosmo; but they were people to have whom was the proper thing, and they were people who understood that to go to Lady Monk"s was the proper thing for them. The d.u.c.h.ess of St. Bungay was always there, though she hated Lady Monk, and Lady Monk always abused her; but a card was sent to the d.u.c.h.ess in the same way as the Lord Mayor invites a Cabinet Minister to dinner, even though the one man might believe the other to be a thief. And Mrs. Conway Sparkes was generally there; she went everywhere. Lady Monk did not at all know why Mrs. Conway Sparkes was so favoured by the world; but there was the fact, and she bowed to it. Then there were another set, the members of which were or were not invited, according to circ.u.mstances, at the time; and these were the people who were probably the most legitimate recipients of Lady Monk"s hospitality.
Old family friends of her husband were among the number. Let the Tuftons come in April, and perhaps again in May; then they will not feel their exclusion from that seventh heaven of glory,--the great culminating crush in July. Scores of young ladies who really loved parties belonged to this set. The mothers and aunts knew Lady Monk"s sisters and cousins. They accepted so much of Lady Monk"s good things as she vouchsafed them, and were thankful. Then there was another lot, which generally became, especially on that great July occasion, the most numerous of the three. It comprised all those who made strong interest to obtain admittance within her ladyship"s house,--who struggled and fought almost with tooth and nail to get invitations. Against these people Lady Monk carried on an internecine war. Had she not done so she would have been swamped by them, and her success would have been at an end; but yet she never dreamed of shutting her doors against them altogether, or of saying boldly that none such should hamper her staircases. She knew that she must yield, but her effort was made to yield to as few as might be possible. When she was first told by her factotum in these operations that Mr. Bott wanted to come, she positively declined to have him. When it was afterwards intimated to her that the d.u.c.h.ess of St. Bungay had made a point of it, she sneered at the d.u.c.h.ess, and did not even then yield.
But when at last it was brought home to her understanding that Mr.
Palliser wished it, and that Mr. Palliser probably would not come himself unless his wishes were gratified, she gave way. She was especially anxious that Lady Glencora should come to her gathering, and she knew that Lady Glencora could not be had without Mr. Palliser.
It was very much desired by her that Lady Glencora should be there.
"Burgo," said she to her nephew, one morning, "look here." Burgo was at the time staying with his aunt, in Gloucester Square, much to the annoyance of Sir Cosmo, who had become heartily tired of his nephew.
The aunt and the nephew had been closeted together more than once lately, and perhaps they understood each other better now than they had done down at Monkshade. The aunt had handed a little note to Burgo, which he read and then threw back to her. "You see that she is not afraid of coming," said Lady Monk.
"I suppose she doesn"t think much about it," said Burgo.
"If that"s what you really believe, you"d better give it up. Nothing on earth would justify such a step on your part except a thorough conviction that she is attached to you."
Burgo looked at the fireplace, almost savagely, and his aunt looked at him very keenly. "Well," she said, "if there"s to be an end of it, let there be an end of it."
"I think I"d better hang myself," he said.
"Burgo, I will not have you here if you talk to me in that way. I am trying to help you once again; but if you look like that, and talk like that, I will give it up."
"I think you"d better give it up."
"Are you becoming cowardly at last? With all your faults I never expected that of you."
"No; I am not a coward. I"d go out and fight him at two paces"
distance with the greatest pleasure in the world."
"You know that"s nonsense, Burgo. It"s downright braggadocio. Men do not fight now; nor at any time would a man be called upon to fight, because you simply wanted to take his wife from him. If you had done it, indeed!"
"How am I to do it? I"d do it to-morrow if it depended on me. No one can say that I"m afraid of anybody or of anything."
"I suppose something in the matter depends on her?"
"I believe she loves me,--if you mean that?"
"Look here, Burgo," and the considerate aunt gave to the impoverished and ruined nephew such counsel as she, in accordance with her lights, was enabled to bestow. "I think you were much wronged in that matter.
After what had pa.s.sed I thought that you had a right to claim Lady Glencora as your wife. Mr. Palliser, in my mind, behaved very wrongly in stepping in between you and--you and such a fortune as hers, in that way. He cannot expect that his wife should have any affection for him. There is n.o.body alive who has a greater horror of anything improper in married women than I have. I have always shown it. When Lady Madeline Madtop left her husband, I would never allow her to come inside my doors again,--though I have no doubt he ill-used her dreadfully, and there was nothing ever proved between her and Colonel Graham. One can"t be too particular in such matters. But here, if you,--if you can succeed, you know, I shall always regard the Palliser episode in Lady Glencora"s life as a tragical accident. I shall indeed. Poor dear! It was done exactly as they make nuns of girls in Roman Catholic countries; and as I should think no harm of helping a nun out of her convent, so I should think no harm of helping her now. If you are to say anything to her, I think you might have an opportunity at the party."
Burgo was still looking at the fireplace; and he sat on, looking and still looking, but he said nothing.
"You can think of what I have said, Burgo," continued his aunt, meaning that he should get up and go. But he did not go. "Have you anything more that you wish to say to me?" she asked.
"I"ve got no money," said Burgo, still looking at the fireplace.
Lady Glencora"s property was worth not less than fifty thousand a year. He was a young man ambitious of obtaining that almost incredible amount of wealth, and who once had nearly reached it, by means of her love. His present obstacle consisted in his want of a twenty-pound note! "I"ve got no money." The words were growled out rather than spoken, and his eyes were never turned even for a moment towards his aunt"s face.
"You"ve never got any money," said she, speaking almost with pa.s.sion.
"How can I help it? I can"t make money. If I had a couple of hundred pounds, so that I could take her, I believe that she would go with me. It should not be my fault if she did not. It would have been all right if she had come to Monkshade."
"I"ve got no money for you, Burgo. I have not five pounds belonging to me."
"But you"ve got--?"
"What?" said Lady Monk, interrupting him sharply.
"Would Cosmo lend it me?" said he, hesitating to go on with that suggestion which he had been about to make. The Cosmo of whom he spoke was not his uncle, but his cousin. No eloquence could have induced his uncle, Sir Cosmo, to lend him another shilling. But the son of the house was a man rich with his own wealth, and Burgo had not taxed him for some years.