"Adelaide has had a letter to tell her so this afternoon."
"Mr. Fothergill wrote to me," said Adelaide;--"the man who is so wicked about the foxes."
"I don"t care a straw about Mr. Fothergill; and now my mouth is closed against your uncle. But it"s quite frightful to think that a Duke of Omnium must die like anybody else."
"The Duke is dead;--long live the Duke," said Lady Chiltern. "I wonder how Mr. Palliser will like it."
"Men always do like it, I suppose," said Adelaide.
"Women do," said Lord Chiltern. "Lady Glencora will be delighted to reign,--though I can hardly fancy her by any other name. By the bye, Adelaide, I have got a letter for you."
"A letter for me, Lord Chiltern!"
"Well,--yes; I suppose I had better give it you. It is not addressed to you, but you must answer it."
"What on earth is it?"
"I think I can guess," said Lady Chiltern, laughing. She had guessed rightly, but Adelaide Palliser was still altogether in the dark when Lord Chiltern took a letter from his pocket and handed it to her. As he did so he left the room, and his wife followed him. "I shall be upstairs, Adelaide, if you want advice," said Lady Chiltern.
The letter was from Mr. Spooner. He had left Harrington Hall after the uncourteous reception which had been accorded to him by Miss Palliser in deep disgust, resolving that he would never again speak to her, and almost resolving that Spoon Hall should never have a mistress in his time. But with his wine after dinner his courage came back to him, and he began to reflect once more that it is not the habit of young ladies to accept their lovers at the first offer.
There was living with Mr. Spooner at this time a very attached friend, whom he usually consulted in all emergencies, and to whom on this occasion he opened his heart. Mr. Edward Spooner, commonly called Ned by all who knew him, and not unfrequently so addressed by those who did not, was a distant cousin of the Squire"s, who unfortunately had no particular income of his own. For the last ten years he had lived at Spoon Hall, and had certainly earned his bread.
The Squire had achieved a certain credit for success as a country gentleman. Nothing about his place was out of order. His own farming, which was extensive, succeeded. His bullocks and sheep won prizes.
His horses were always useful and healthy. His tenants were solvent, if not satisfied, and he himself did not owe a shilling. Now many people in the neighbourhood attributed all this to the judicious care of Mr. Edward Spooner, whose eye was never off the place, and whose discretion was equal to his zeal. In giving the Squire his due, one must acknowledge that he recognised the merits of his cousin, and trusted him in everything. That night, as soon as the customary bottle of claret had succeeded the absolutely normal bottle of port after dinner, Mr. Spooner of Spoon Hall opened his heart to his cousin.
"I shall have to walk, then," said Ned.
"Not if I know it," said the Squire. "You don"t suppose I"m going to let any woman have the command of Spoon Hall?"
"They do command,--inside, you know."
"No woman shall ever turn you out of this house, Ned."
"I"m not thinking of myself, Tom," said the cousin. "Of course you"ll marry some day, and of course I must take my chance. I don"t see why it shouldn"t be Miss Palliser as well as another."
"The jade almost made me angry."
"I suppose that"s the way with most of "em. _"Ludit exultim metuitque tangi"_." For Ned Spooner had himself preserved some few tattered shreds of learning from his school days. "You don"t remember about the filly?"
"Yes I do; very well," said the Squire.
"_"Nuptiarum expers."_ That"s what it is, I suppose. Try it again."
The advice on the part of the cousin was genuine and unselfish. That Mr. Spooner of Spoon Hall should be rejected by a young lady without any fortune seemed to him to be impossible. At any rate it is the duty of a man in such circ.u.mstances to persevere. As far as Ned knew the world, ladies always required to be asked a second or a third time. And then no harm can come from such perseverance. "She can"t break your bones, Tom."
There was much honesty displayed on this occasion. The Squire, when he was thus instigated to persevere, did his best to describe the manner in which he had been rejected. His powers of description were not very great, but he did not conceal anything wilfully. "She was as hard as nails, you know."
"I don"t know that that means much. Horace"s filly kicked a few, no doubt."
"She told me that if I"d go one way, she"d go the other!"
"They always say about the hardest things that come to their tongues.
They don"t curse and swear as we do, or there"d be no bearing them.
If you really like her--"
"She"s such a well-built creature! There"s a look of blood about her I don"t see in any of "em. That sort of breeding is what one wants to get through the mud with."
Then it was that the cousin recommended a letter to Lord Chiltern.
Lord Chiltern was at the present moment to be regarded as the lady"s guardian, and was the lover"s intimate friend. A direct proposal had already been made to the young lady, and this should now be repeated to the gentleman who for the time stood in the position of her father. The Squire for a while hesitated, declaring that he was averse to make his secret known to Lord Chiltern. "One doesn"t want every fellow in the country to know it," he said. But in answer to this the cousin was very explicit. There could be but little doubt that Lord Chiltern knew the secret already; and he would certainly be rather induced to keep it as a secret than to divulge it if it were communicated to him officially. And what other step could the Squire take? It would not be likely that he should be asked again to Harrington Hall with the express view of repeating his offer. The cousin was quite of opinion that a written proposition should be made; and on that very night the cousin himself wrote out a letter for the Squire to copy in the morning. On the morning the Squire copied the letter,--not without additions of his own, as to which he had very many words with his discreet cousin,--and in a formal manner handed it to Lord Chiltern towards the afternoon of that day, having devoted his whole morning to the finding of a proper opportunity for doing so. Lord Chiltern had read the letter, and had, as we see, delivered it to Adelaide Palliser. "That"s another proposal from Mr.
Spooner," Lady Chiltern said, as soon as they were alone.
"Exactly that."
"I knew he"d go on with it. Men are such fools."
"I don"t see that he"s a fool at all;" said Lord Chiltern, almost in anger. "Why shouldn"t he ask a girl to be his wife? He"s a rich man, and she hasn"t got a farthing."
"You might say the same of a butcher, Oswald."
"Mr. Spooner is a gentleman."
"You do not mean to say that he"s fit to marry such a girl as Adelaide Palliser?"
"I don"t know what makes fitness. He"s got a red nose, and if she don"t like a red nose,--that"s unfitness. Gerard Maule"s nose isn"t red, and I dare say therefore he"s fitter. Only, unfortunately, he has no money."
"Adelaide Palliser would no more think of marrying Mr. Spooner than you would have thought of marrying the cook."
"If I had liked the cook I should have asked her, and I don"t see why Mr. Spooner shouldn"t ask Miss Palliser. She needn"t take him."
In the meantime Miss Palliser was reading the following letter:--
Spoon Hall, 11th March, 18--.
MY DEAR LORD CHILTERN,--
I venture to suppose that at present you are acting as the guardian of Miss Palliser, who has been staying at your house all the winter. If I am wrong in this I hope you will pardon me, and consent to act in that capacity for this occasion. I entertain feelings of the greatest admiration and warmest affection for the young lady I have named, which I ventured to express when I had the pleasure of staying at Harrington Hall in the early part of last month. I cannot boast that I was received on that occasion with much favour; but I know that I am not very good at talking, and we are told in all the books that no man has a right to expect to be taken at the first time of asking.
Perhaps Miss Palliser will allow me, through you, to request her to consider my proposal with more deliberation than was allowed to me before, when I spoke to her perhaps with injudicious hurry.
So far the Squire adopted his cousin"s words without alteration.
I am the owner of my own property,--which is more than everybody can say. My income is nearly 4,000 a year. I shall be willing to make any proper settlement that may be recommended by the lawyers,--though I am strongly of opinion that an estate shouldn"t be crippled for the sake of the widow. As to refurnishing the old house, and all that, I"ll do anything that Miss Palliser may please.
She knows my taste about hunting, and I know hers, so that there need not be any difference of opinion on that score.
Miss Palliser can"t suspect me of any interested motives.
I come forward because I think she is the most charming girl I ever saw, and because I love her with all my heart.
I haven"t got very much to say for myself, but if she"ll consent to be the mistress of Spoon Hall, she shall have all that the heart of a woman can desire.