The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope (the kiss of deception read online txt) 📕

stuff,” and the earl rejoiced greatly in the prowess of his favourite. “I’d have done it myself if I’d seen him. I do believe I would.” Then he went back to the breakfast-room and told Lady Julia. “What do you think?” said he; “Johnny Eames has come across Crosbie, and given him a desperate beating.”

“No!” said Lady Julia, putting down her newspaper and spectacles, and expressing by the light of her eyes anything but Christian horror at the wickedness of the deed.

“But he has, though. I knew he would if he saw him.”

“Beaten him! Actually beaten him!”

“Sent him home to Lady Alexandrina with two black eyes.”

“Two black eyes! What a young pickle! But did he get hurt himself?”

“Not a scratch, he says.”

“And what’ll they do to him?”

“Nothing. Crosbie won’t be fool enough to do anything. A man becomes an outlaw when he plays such a game as he has played. Anybody’s hand may be raised against him with impunity. He can’t show his face, you know. He can’t come forward and answer questions as to what he has done. There are offences which the law can’t touch, but which outrage public feeling so strongly that anyone may take upon himself the duty of punishing them. He has been thrashed, and that will stick to him till he dies.”

“Do tell Johnny from me that I hope he didn’t get hurt,” said Lady Julia. The old lady could not absolutely congratulate him on his feat of arms, but she did the next thing to it.

But the earl did congratulate him, with a full open assurance of his approval.

“I hope,” he said, “I should have done the same at your age, under similar circumstances, and I’m very glad that he proved less difficult than the bull. I’m quite sure you didn’t want anyone to help you with Master Crosbie. As for that other person at Allington, if I understand such matters at all, I think she will forgive you.” It may, however, be a question whether the earl did understand such matters at all. And then he added, in a postscript: “When you write to me again⁠—and don’t be long first, begin your letter, ‘My dear Lord De Guest,’⁠—that is the proper way.”

XXXVII An Old Man’s Complaint

“Have you been thinking again of what I was saying to you, Bell?” Bernard said to his cousin one morning.

“Thinking of it, Bernard? Why should I think more of it? I had hoped that you had forgotten it yourself.”

“No,” he said; “I am not so easy-hearted as that. I cannot look on such a thing as I would the purchase of a horse, which I could give up without sorrow if I found that the animal was too costly for my purse. I did not tell you that I loved you till I was sure of myself, and having made myself sure I cannot change at all.”

“And yet you would have me change.”

“Yes, of course I would. If your heart be free now, it must of course be changed before you come to love any man. Such change as that is to be looked for. But when you have loved, then it will not be easy to change you.”

“But I have not.”

“Then I have a right to hope. I have been hanging on here, Bell, longer than I ought to have done, because I could not bring myself to leave you without speaking of this again. I did not wish to seem to you to be importunate⁠—”

“If you could only believe me in what I say.”

“It is not that I do not believe. I am not a puppy or a fool, to flatter myself that you must be in love with me. I believe you well enough. But still it is possible that your mind may alter.”

“It is impossible.”

“I do not know whether my uncle or your mother have spoken to you about this.”

“Such speaking would have no effect.”

In fact, her mother had spoken to her, but she truly said that such speaking would have no effect. If her cousin could not win the battle by his own skill, he might have been quite sure, looking at her character as it was known to him, that he would not be able to win it by the skill of others.

“We have all been made very unhappy,” he went on to say, “by this calamity which has fallen on poor Lily.”

“And because she has been deceived by the man she did love, I am to make matters square by marrying a man I⁠—” and then she paused. “Dear Bernard, you should not drive me to say words which will sound harsh to you.”

“No words can be harsher than those which you have already spoken. But, Bell, at any rate, you may listen to me.”

Then he told her how desirable it was with reference to all the concerns of the Dale family that she should endeavour to look favourably on his proposition. It would be good for them all, he said, especially for Lily, as to whom, at the present moment, their uncle felt so kindly. He, as Bernard pleaded, was so anxious at heart for this marriage, that he would do anything that was asked of him if he were gratified. But if he were not gratified in this, he would feel that he had ground for displeasure.

Bell, as she had been desired to listen, did listen very patiently. But when her cousin had finished, her answer was very short. “Nothing that my uncle can say, or think, or do, can make any difference in this,” said she.

“You will think nothing, then, of the happiness of others.”

“I would not marry a man I did not love, to ensure any amount of happiness to others;⁠—at least I know I ought not to do so. But I do not believe I should ensure anyone’s happiness by this marriage. Certainly not yours.”

After this Bernard had acknowledged to himself that the difficulties in his way were great.