"Therefore, my good madam," said Mr Meagles, at great pains to restrain himself, "I hope I may, without offence, ask to have no such mystification played off upon me." "Mama Meagles," observed Mrs Gowan, "your good man is incomprehensible."
Her turning to that worthy lady was an artifice to bring her into the discussion, quarrel with her, and vanquish her. Mr Meagles interposed to prevent that consummation.
"Mother," said he, "you are inexpert, my dear, and it is not a fair match. Let me beg of you to remain quiet. Come, Mrs Gowan, come! Let us try to be sensible; let us try to be good-natured; let us try to be fair. Don"t you pity Henry, and I won"t pity Pet. And don"t be one-sided, my dear madam; it"s not considerate, it"s not kind. Don"t let us say that we hope Pet will make Henry happy, or even that we hope Henry will make Pet happy," (Mr Meagles himself did not look happy as he spoke the words,) "but let us hope they will make each other happy."
"Yes, sure, and there leave it, father," said Mrs Meagles the kind-hearted and comfortable.
"Why, mother, no," returned Mr Meagles, "not exactly there. I can"t quite leave it there; I must say just half-a-dozen words more. Mrs Gowan, I hope I am not over-sensitive. I believe I don"t look it."
"Indeed you do not," said Mrs Gowan, shaking her head and the great green fan together, for emphasis.
"Thank you, ma"am; that"s well. Notwithstanding which, I feel a little--I don"t want to use a strong word--now shall I say hurt?"
asked Mr Meagles at once with frankness and moderation, and with a conciliatory appeal in his tone.
"Say what you like," answered Mrs Gowan. "It is perfectly indifferent to me."
"No, no, don"t say that," urged Mr Meagles, "because that"s not responding amiably. I feel a little hurt when I hear references made to consequences having been foreseen, and to its being too late now, and so forth."
"Do you, Papa Meagles?" said Mrs Gowan. "I am not surprised."
"Well, ma"am," reasoned Mr Meagles, "I was in hopes you would have been at least surprised, because to hurt me wilfully on so tender a subject is surely not generous." "I am not responsible," said Mrs Gowan, "for your conscience, you know."
Poor Mr Meagles looked aghast with astonishment.
"If I am unluckily obliged to carry a cap about with me, which is yours and fits you," pursued Mrs Gowan, "don"t blame me for its pattern, Papa Meagles, I beg!" "Why, good Lord, ma"am!" Mr Meagles broke out, "that"s as much as to state--"
"Now, Papa Meagles, Papa Meagles," said Mrs Gowan, who became extremely deliberate and prepossessing in manner whenever that gentleman became at all warm, "perhaps to prevent confusion, I had better speak for myself than trouble your kindness to speak for me.
It"s as much as to state, you begin. If you please, I will finish the sentence. It is as much as to state--not that I wish to press it or even recall it, for it is of no use now, and my only wish is to make the best of existing circ.u.mstances--that from the first to the last I always objected to this match of yours, and at a very late period yielded a most unwilling consent to it."
"Mother!" cried Mr Meagles. "Do you hear this! Arthur! Do you hear this!"
"The room being of a convenient size," said Mrs Gowan, looking about as she fanned herself, "and quite charmingly adapted in all respects to conversation, I should imagine I am audible in any part of it."
Some moments pa.s.sed in silence, before Mr Meagles could hold himself in his chair with sufficient security to prevent his breaking out of it at the next word he spoke. At last he said: "Ma"am, I am very unwilling to revive them, but I must remind you what my opinions and my course were, all along, on that unfortunate subject."
"O, my dear sir!" said Mrs Gowan, smiling and shaking her head with accusatory intelligence, "they were well understood by me, I a.s.sure you."
"I never, ma"am," said Mr Meagles, "knew unhappiness before that time, I never knew anxiety before that time. It was a time of such distress to me that--" That Mr Meagles could really say no more about it, in short, but pa.s.sed his handkerchief before his Face.
"I understood the whole affair," said Mrs Gowan, composedly looking over her fan. "As you have appealed to Mr Clennam, I may appeal to Mr Clennam, too. He knows whether I did or not."
"I am very unwilling," said Clennam, looked to by all parties, "to take any share in this discussion, more especially because I wish to preserve the best understanding and the clearest relations with Mr Henry Gowan.
I have very strong reasons indeed, for entertaining that wish. Mrs Gowan attributed certain views of furthering the marriage to my friend here, in conversation with me before it took place; and I endeavoured to undeceive her. I represented that I knew him (as I did and do) to be strenuously opposed to it, both in opinion and action."
"You see?" said Mrs Gowan, turning the palms of her hands towards Mr Meagles, as if she were Justice herself, representing to him that he had better confess, for he had not a leg to stand on. "You see? Very good!
Now Papa and Mama Meagles both!" here she rose; "allow me to take the liberty of putting an end to this rather formidable controversy. I will not say another word upon its merits. I will only say that it is an additional proof of what one knows from all experience; that this kind of thing never answers--as my poor fellow himself would say, that it never pays--in one word, that it never does."
Mr Meagles asked, What kind of thing?
"It is in vain," said Mrs Gowan, "for people to attempt to get on together who have such extremely different antecedents; who are jumbled against each other in this accidental, matrimonial sort of way; and who cannot look at the untoward circ.u.mstance which has shaken them together in the same light. It never does."
Mr Meagles was beginning, "Permit me to say, ma"am--"
"No, don"t," returned Mrs Gowan. "Why should you! It is an ascertained fact. It never does. I will therefore, if you please, go my way, leaving you to yours. I shall at all times be happy to receive my poor fellow"s pretty wife, and I shall always make a point of being on the most affectionate terms with her. But as to these terms, semi-family and semi-stranger, semi-goring and semi-boring, they form a state of things quite amusing in its impracticability. I a.s.sure you it never does."
The Dowager here made a smiling obeisance, rather to the room than to any one in it, and therewith took a final farewell of Papa and Mama Meagles. Clennam stepped forward to hand her to the Pill-Box which was at the service of all the Pills in Hampton Court Palace; and she got into that vehicle with distinguished serenity, and was driven away.
Thenceforth the Dowager, with a light and careless humour, often recounted to her particular acquaintance how, after a hard trial, she had found it impossible to know those people who belonged to Henry"s wife, and who had made that desperate set to catch him. Whether she had come to the conclusion beforehand, that to get rid of them would give her favourite pretence a better air, might save her some occasional inconvenience, and could risk no loss (the pretty creature being fast married, and her father devoted to her), was best known to herself.
Though this history has its opinion on that point too, and decidedly in the affirmative.
CHAPTER 9. Appearance and Disappearance
"Arthur, my dear boy," said Mr Meagles, on the evening of the following day, "Mother and I have been talking this over, and we don"t feel comfortable in remaining as we are. That elegant connection of ours--that dear lady who was here yesterday--"
"I understand," said Arthur.
"Even that affable and condescending ornament of society," pursued Mr Meagles, "may misrepresent us, we are afraid. We could bear a great deal, Arthur, for her sake; but we think we would rather not bear that, if it was all the same to her."
"Good," said Arthur. "Go on."
"You see," proceeded Mr Meagles "it might put us wrong with our son-in-law, it might even put us wrong with our daughter, and it might lead to a great deal of domestic trouble. You see, don"t you?"
"Yes, indeed," returned Arthur, "there is much reason in what you say."
He had glanced at Mrs Meagles, who was always on the good and sensible side; and a pet.i.tion had shone out of her honest face that he would support Mr Meagles in his present inclinings.
"So we are very much disposed, are Mother and I," said Mr Meagles, "to pack up bags and baggage and go among the Allongers and Marshongers once more. I mean, we are very much disposed to be off, strike right through France into Italy, and see our Pet."
"And I don"t think," replied Arthur, touched by the motherly antic.i.p.ation in the bright face of Mrs Meagles (she must have been very like her daughter, once), "that you could do better. And if you ask me for my advice, it is that you set off to-morrow."
"Is it really, though?" said Mr Meagles. "Mother, this is being backed in an idea!"
Mother, with a look which thanked Clennam in a manner very agreeable to him, answered that it was indeed.
"The fact is, besides, Arthur," said Mr Meagles, the old cloud coming over his face, "that my son-in-law is already in debt again, and that I suppose I must clear him again. It may be as well, even on this account, that I should step over there, and look him up in a friendly way. Then again, here"s Mother foolishly anxious (and yet naturally too) about Pet"s state of health, and that she should not be left to feel lonesome at the present time. It"s undeniably a long way off, Arthur, and a strange place for the poor love under all the circ.u.mstances. Let her be as well cared for as any lady in that land, still it is a long way off.
just as Home is Home though it"s never so Homely, why you see," said Mr Meagles, adding a new version to the proverb, "Rome is Rome, though it"s never so Romely."
"All perfectly true," observed Arthur, "and all sufficient reasons for going."
"I am glad you think so; it decides me. Mother, my dear, you may get ready. We have lost our pleasant interpreter (she spoke three foreign languages beautifully, Arthur; you have heard her many a time), and you must pull me through it, Mother, as well as you can.
I require a deal of pulling through, Arthur," said Mr Meagles, shaking his head, "a deal of pulling through. I stick at everything beyond a noun-substantive--and I stick at him, if he"s at all a tight one."
"Now I think of it," returned Clennam, "there"s Cavalletto. He shall go with you, if you like. I could not afford to lose him, but you will bring him safe back."