Doctor Thorne by Anthony Trollope (epub e ink reader .TXT) 📕

“And you tell me so to my face, Miss Thorne?”

“And why not? Did you not ask me the question; and would you have me answer you with a falsehood? I am engaged to him. As you would put the question to me, what other answer could I make? The truth is, that I am engaged to him.”

The decisive abruptness with which Mary declared her own iniquity almost took away her ladyship’s breath. She had certainly believed that they were engaged, and had hardly hoped that Mary would deny it; but she had not expected that the crime would be acknowledged, or, at any rate, if acknowledged, that the confession would be made without some show of shame. On this Lady Arabella could have worked; but there was no such expression, nor was there the slightest hesitation. “I am engaged to Frank Gresham,” and having so said, Mary looked her visitor full in the face.

“Then it is indeed impossible that you should be received at Greshamsbury.”

“At present, quite so, no doubt: in saying so, Lady Arabella, you only repeat the answer I made to your first question. I can now go to Greshamsbury only in one light: that of Mr. Gresham’s accepted daughter-in-law.”

“And that is perfectly out of the question; altogether out of the question, now and forever.”

“I will not dispute with you about that; but, as I said before, my being at Beatrice’s wedding is not to be thought of.”

Lady Arabella sat for a while silent, that she might meditate, if possible, calmly as to what line of argument she had now better take. It would be foolish in her, she thought, to return home, having merely expressed her anger. She had now an opportunity of talking to Mary which might not again occur: the difficulty was in deciding in what special way she should use the opportunity. Should she threaten, or should she entreat? To do her justice, it should be stated, that she did actually believe that the marriage was all but impossible; she did not think that it could take place. But the engagement might be the ruin of her son’s prospects, seeing how he had before him one imperative, one immediate duty⁠—that of marrying money.

Having considered all this as well as her hurry would allow her, she determined first to reason, then to entreat, and lastly, if necessary, to threaten.

“I am astonished! you cannot be surprised at that, Miss Thorne: I am astonished at hearing so singular a confession made.”

“Do you think my confession singular, or is it the fact of my being engaged to your son?”

“We will pass over that for the present. But do let me ask you, do you think it possible, I say possible, that you and Frank should be married?”

“Oh, certainly; quite possible.”

“Of course you know that he has not a shilling in the world.”

“Nor have I, Lady Arabella.”

“Nor will he have were he to do anything so utterly hostile to his father’s wishes. The property, you are aware, is altogether at Mr. Gresham’s disposal.”

“I am aware of nothing about the property, and can say nothing about it except this, that it has not been, and will not be inquired after by me in this matter. If I marry Frank Gresham, it will not be for the property. I am sorry to make such an apparent boast, but you force me to do it.”

“On what then are you to live? You are too old for love in a cottage, I suppose?”

“Not at all too old; Frank, you know is ‘still quite a boy.’ ”

Impudent hussy! forward, ill-conditioned saucy minx! such were the epithets which rose to Lady Arabella’s mind; but she politely suppressed them.

“Miss Thorne, this subject is of course to me very serious; very ill-adapted for jesting. I look upon such a marriage as absolutely impossible.”

“I do not know what you mean by impossible, Lady Arabella.”

“I mean, in the first place, that you two could not get yourselves married.”

“Oh, yes; Mr. Oriel would manage that for us. We are his parishioners, and he would be bound to do it.”

“I beg your pardon; I believe that under all the circumstances it would be illegal.”

Mary smiled; but she said nothing. “You may laugh, Miss Thorne, but I think you will find that I am right. There are still laws to prevent such fearful distress as would be brought about by such a marriage.”

“I hope that nothing I shall do will bring distress on the family.”

“Ah, but it would; don’t you know that it would? Think of it, Miss Thorne. Think of Frank’s state, and of his father’s state. You know enough of that, I am sure, to be well aware that Frank is not in a condition to marry without money. Think of the position which Mr. Gresham’s only son should hold in the county; think of the old name, and the pride we have in it; you have lived among us enough to understand all this; think of these things, and then say whether it is possible such a marriage should take place without family distress of the deepest kind. Think of Mr. Gresham; if you truly love my son, you could not wish to bring on him all this misery and ruin.”

Mary now was touched, for there was truth in what Lady Arabella said. But she had no power of going back; her troth was plighted, and nothing that any human being could say should shake her from it. If he, indeed, chose to repent, that would be another thing.

“Lady Arabella,” she said, “I have nothing to say in favour of this engagement, except that he wishes it.”

“And is that a reason, Mary?”

“To me it is; not only a reason, but a law. I have given him my promise.”

“And you will keep your promise even to his own ruin?”

“I hope not. Our engagement, unless he shall choose to break it off, must necessarily be a long one; but the time will come⁠—”

“What! when Mr. Gresham is dead?”

“Before