"Because I shall be living abroad."
"You got your mother"s letter?"
"Yes; I got my mother"s letter."
"Did she not tell you that you can stay where you are?"
"Yes, she said so. But, to tell you the truth, sir, I do not like the risk of living beyond my a.s.sured income." "But if I justify it?"
"I do not wish to complain, sir, but you have made me understand that you can, and that in certain circ.u.mstances you will, at a moment, withdraw what you give me. Since this was said to me, I have felt myself to be unsafe in such a house as Cosby Lodge."
The archdeacon did not know how to explain. He had intended that the real explanation should be given by Mrs. Grantly, and had been anxious to return to his old relations with his son without any exact terms on his own part. But his son was, as he thought, awkward, and would drive him to some speech that was unnecessary. "You need not be unsafe there at all," he said, half angrily.
"I must be unsafe if I am not sure of my income."
"Your income is not in any danger. But you had better speak to your mother about it. For myself, I think I may say that I have never yet behaved to any of you with harshness. A son should, at any rate, not be offended because a father thinks that he is ent.i.tled to some consideration for what he does."
"There are some points on which a son cannot give way even to his father, sir."
"You had better speak to your mother, Henry. She will explain to you what has taken place. Look at that plantation. You don"t remember it, but every tree there was planted since you were born. I bought that farm from old Mr. Thorne, when he was purchasing St. Ewold"s Downs, and it was the first bit of land I ever had of my own."
"That is not in Plumstead, I think?"
"No: this is Plumstead, where we stand, but that"s in Eiderdown. The parishes run in and out here. I never bought any other land as cheap as I bought that."
"And did old Thorne make a good purchase at St. Ewold"s?"
"Yes, I fancy he did. It gave him the whole of the parish, which was a great thing. It is astonishing how land has risen in value since that, and yet rents are not so very much higher. They who buy land now can"t have above two-and-a-half for their money."
"I wonder people are so fond of land," said the major.
"It is a comfortable feeling to know that you stand on your own ground. Land is about the only thing that can"t fly away. And then, you see, land gives so much more than the rent. It gives position and influence and political power, to say nothing about the game. We"ll go back now. I daresay your mother will be at home by this time."
The archdeacon was striving to teach a great lesson to his son when he thus spoke of the pleasure which a man feels when he stands upon his own ground. He was bidding his son to understand how great was the position of an heir to a landed property, and how small the position of a man depending on what Dr. Grantly himself would have called a scratch income,--an income made up of a few odds and ends, a share or two in this company and a share or two in that, a slight venture in foreign stocks, a small mortgage and such like convenient but uninfluential driblets. A man, no doubt, may live at Pau on driblets; may pay his way and drink his bottle of cheap wine, and enjoy life after a fashion while reading Galignani and looking at the mountains. But,--as it seemed to the archdeacon,--when there was a choice between this kind of thing, and fox-covers at Plumstead, and a seat among the magistrates of Ba.r.s.etshire, and an establishment full of horses, beeves, swine, carriages, and hayricks, a man brought up as his son had been brought up ought not to be very long in choosing.
It never entered into the archdeacon"s mind that he was tempting his son; but Henry Grantly felt that he was having the good things of the world shown to him, and that he was being told that they should be his--for a consideration.
The major, in his present mood, looked at the matter from his own point of view, and determined that the consideration was too high.
He was pledged not to give up Grace Crawley, and he would not yield on that point, though he might be tempted by all the fox-covers in Ba.r.s.etshire. At this moment he did not know how far his father was prepared to yield, or how far it was expected that he should yield himself. He was told that he had to speak to his mother. He would speak to his mother, but, in the meantime, he could not bring himself to make a comfortable answer to his father"s eloquent praise of landed property. He could not allow himself to be enthusiastic on the matter till he knew what was expected of him if he chose to submit to be made a British squire. At present Galignani and the mountains had their charms for him. There was, therefore, but little conversation between the father and the son as they walked back to the rectory.
Late that night the major heard the whole story from his mother.
Gradually, and as though unintentionally, Mrs. Grantly told him all she knew of the archdeacon"s visit to Framley. Mrs. Grantly was quite as anxious as was her husband to keep her son at home, and therefore she omitted in her story those little sneers against Grace which she herself had been tempted to make by the archdeacon"s fervour in the girl"s favour. The major said as little as was possible while he was being told of his father"s adventure, and expressed neither anger nor satisfaction till he had been made thoroughly to understand that Grace had pledged herself not to marry him as long as any suspicion should rest upon her father"s name.
"Your father is quite satisfied with her," said Mrs. Grantly. "He thinks that she is behaving very well."
"My father had no right to exact such a pledge."
"But she made it of her own accord. She was the first to speak about Mr. Crawley"s supposed guilt. Your father never mentioned it."
"He must have led to it; and I think he had no right to do so. He had no right to go to her at all."
"Now don"t be foolish, Henry."
"I don"t see that I am foolish."
"Yes, you are. A man is foolish if he won"t take what he wants without asking exactly how he is to come by it. That your father should be anxious is the most natural thing in the world. You know how high he has always held his own head, and how much he thinks about the characters and position of clergymen. It is not surprising that he should dislike the idea of such a marriage."
"Grace Crawley would disgrace no family," said the lover.
"That"s all very well for you to say, and I"ll take your word that it is so;--that is as far as the young lady goes herself. And there"s your father almost as much in love with her as you are. I don"t know what you would have?"
"I would be left alone."
"But what harm has been done you? From what you yourself have told me, I know that Miss Crawley has said the same thing to you that she has said to your father. You can"t but admire her for the feeling."
"I admire her for everything."
"Very well. We don"t say anything against that."
"And I don"t mean to give her up."
"Very well again. Let us hope that Mr. Crawley will be acquitted, and then all will be right. Your father never goes back from his promise.
He is always better than his word. You"ll find that if Mr. Crawley is acquitted, or if he escapes in any way, your father will only be happy of an excuse to make much of the young lady. You should not be hard on him, Henry. Don"t you see that it is his one great desire to keep you near to him? The sight of those odious bills nearly broke his heart."
"Then why did he threaten me?"
"Henry, you are obstinate."
"I am not obstinate, mother."
"Yes, you are. You remember nothing, and you forget nothing. You expect everything to be made smooth for you, and will do nothing towards making things smooth for anybody else. You ought to promise to give up the sale. If the worst came to the worst, your father would not let you suffer in pocket for yielding to him in so much."
"If the worst comes to the worst, I wish to take nothing from my father."
"You won"t put off the sale, then?"
The son paused a moment before he answered his mother, thinking over all the circ.u.mstances of his position. "I cannot do so as long as I am subject to my father"s threat," he said at last. "What took place between my father and Miss Crawley can go for nothing with me. He has told me that his allowance to me is to be withdrawn. Let him tell me that he has reconsidered the matter."
"But he has not withdrawn it. The last quarter was paid to your account only the other day. He does not mean to withdraw it."
"Let him tell me so; let him tell me that my power of living at Cosby Lodge does not depend on my marriage,--that my income will be continued to me whether I marry or no, and I"ll arrange matters with the auctioneer to-morrow. You can"t suppose that I should prefer to live in France."
"Henry, you are too hard on your father."
"I think, mother, he has been too hard upon me."
"It is you that are to blame now. I tell you plainly that that is my opinion. If evil comes of it, it will be your own fault."
"If evil come of it I must bear it."