CROCKSTEAD. I am permitting myself that luxury to-night. I am uncorking, let us say, the one bottle of "47 port left in my cellar.
ALINE. You are not quite fair to yourself, perhaps.
CROCKSTEAD. Do not let this action of mine cause you too suddenly to alter your opinion. The verdict you p.r.o.nounced before was, on the whole, just.
ALINE. What verdict?
CROCKSTEAD. I was the most unpleasant person you ever had met.
ALINE. That was an exaggeration.
CROCKSTEAD. The most repulsive--
ALINE. [_Quickly._] I did not say that.
CROCKSTEAD. And who prided himself on his repulsiveness. Very true, in the main, and yet consider! My wealth dates back ten years; till then I had known hunger, and every kind of sorrow and despair. I had stretched out longing arms to the world, but not a heart opened to me. And suddenly, when the taste of men"s cruelty was bitter in my mouth, capricious fortune s.n.a.t.c.hed me from abject poverty and gave me delirious wealth. I was ploughing a barren field, and flung up a nugget. From that moment gold dogged my footsteps. I enriched the few friends I had--they turned howlingly from me because I did not give them more. I showered money on whoever sought it of me--they cursed me because it was mine to give. In my poverty there had been the bond of common sorrow between me and my fellows: in my wealth I stand alone, a modern Ishmael, with every man"s hand against me.
ALINE. [_Gently._] Why do you tell me this?
CROCKSTEAD. Because I am no longer asking you to marry me. Because you are the first person in all these years who has been truthful and frank with me. And because, perhaps, in the happiness that will, I trust, be yours, I want you to think kindly of me. [_She puts out her hand, he takes it._]
And now, shall we return to the ball-room? The music has stopped; they must be going to supper.
ALINE. What shall I say to the Marchioness, my mother, and the d.u.c.h.ess, my aunt?
CROCKSTEAD. You will acquaint those n.o.ble ladies with the fact of your having refused me.
[_They have both risen, and move up the room together._
ALINE. I shall be a nine days" wonder. And how do you propose to carry out your little scheme?
CROCKSTEAD. I will take Sat.u.r.day"s boat--you will give me a line to your cousin. I had better state the case plainly to him, perhaps?
ALINE. That demands consideration.
CROCKSTEAD. And I will tell you what you shall do for me in return. Find me a wife!
ALINE. I?
CROCKSTEAD. You. I beg it on my knees. I give you carte blanche. I undertake to propose, with my eyes shut, to the woman you shall select.
ALINE. And will you treat her to the--little preliminaries--with which you have favoured me?
CROCKSTEAD. No. I said those things to you because I liked you.
ALINE. And you don"t intend to like the other one?
CROCKSTEAD. I will marry her, I can trust you to find me a loyal and intelligent woman.
ALINE. In Society?
CROCKSTEAD. For preference. She will be better versed in spending money than a governess, or country parson"s daughter.
ALINE. But why this voracity for marriage?
CROCKSTEAD. Lady Aline, I am hunted, pestered, worried, persecuted. I have settled two breach of promise actions already, though Heaven knows I did no more than remark it was a fine day, or enquire after the lady"s health.
If you do not help me, some energetic woman will capture me--I feel it--and bully me for the rest of my days. I raise a despairing cry to you--Find me a wife!
ALINE. Do you desire the lady to have any--special qualifications?
CROCKSTEAD. No--the home-grown article will do. One thing, though--I should like her to be--merciful.
ALINE. I don"t understand.
CROCKSTEAD. I have a vague desire to do something with my money: my wife might help me. I should like her to have pity.
ALINE. Pity?
CROCKSTEAD. In the midst of her wealth I should wish her to be sorry for those who are poor.
ALINE. Yes. And, as regards the rest--
CROCKSTEAD. The rest I leave to you, with absolute confidence. You will help me?
ALINE. I will try. My choice is to be final?
CROCKSTEAD. Absolutely.
ALINE. I have an intimate friend--I wonder whether she would do?
CROCKSTEAD. Tell me about her.
ALINE. She and I made our debut the same season. Like myself she has. .h.i.therto been her mother"s despair.
CROCKSTEAD. Because she has not yet--
ALINE. Married--yes. Oh, if men knew how hard the lot is of the portionless girl, who has to sit, and smile, and wait, with a very desolate heart--they would think less unkindly of her, perhaps--[_She smiles._] But I am digressing, too.
CROCKSTEAD. Tell me more of your friend.
ALINE. She is outwardly hard, and a trifle bitter, but I fancy sunshine would thaw her. There has not been much happiness in her life.
CROCKSTEAD. Would she marry a man she did not love?
ALINE. If she did you would not respect her?
CROCKSTEAD. I don"t say that. She will be your choice; and therefore deserving of confidence. Is she handsome?
ALINE. Well--no.