The Way We Live Now by Anthony Trollope (best fiction novels of all time .TXT) 📕

the house, but, when they were out in the street together, he assured the lawyer that certainly that drawer had been left locked, and that to the best of his belief the letter unsigned had been left within the drawer. Mr. Bideawhile could only remark that it was the most unfortunate circumstance with which he had ever been concerned.

The marriage with Nidderdale would upon the whole be the best thing, if it could only be accomplished. The reader must understand that though Mr. Melmotte had allowed himself considerable poetical licence in that statement as to property thirty times as great as the price which he ought to have paid for Pickering, still there was property. The man’s speculations had been so great and so wide that he did not really know what he owned, or what he owed. But he did know that at the present moment he was driven very hard for large sums. His chief trust for immediate money was in Cohenlupe, in whose hands had really been the manipulation of the shares of the Mexican railway. He had trusted much to Cohenlupe⁠—more than it had been customary with him to trust to any man. Cohenlupe assured him that nothing could be done with the railway shares at the present moment. They had fallen under the panic almost to nothing. Now in the time of his trouble Melmotte wanted money from the great railway, but just because he wanted money the great railway was worth nothing. Cohenlupe told him that he must tide over the evil hour⁠—or rather over an evil month. It was at Cohenlupe’s instigation that he had offered the two bills to Mr. Bideawhile. “Offer ’em again,” said Cohenlupe. “He must take the bills sooner or later.”

On the Monday afternoon Melmotte met Lord Nidderdale in the lobby of the House. “Have you seen Marie lately?” he said. Nidderdale had been assured that morning, by his father’s lawyer, in his father’s presence, that if he married Miss Melmotte at present he would undoubtedly become possessed of an income amounting to something over £5,000 a year. He had intended to get more than that⁠—and was hardly prepared to accept Marie at such a price; but then there probably would be more. No doubt there was a difficulty about Pickering. Melmotte certainly had been raising money. But this might probably be an affair of a few weeks. Melmotte had declared that Pickering should be made over to the young people at the marriage. His father had recommended him to get the girl to name a day. The marriage could be broken off at the last day if the property were not forthcoming.

“I’m going up to your house almost immediately,” said Nidderdale.

“You’ll find the women at tea to a certainty between five and six,” said Melmotte.

LXXIV Melmotte Makes a Friend

“Have you been thinking any more about it?” Lord Nidderdale said to the girl as soon as Madame Melmotte had succeeded in leaving them alone together.

“I have thought ever so much more about it,” said Marie.

“And what’s the result?”

“Oh⁠—I’ll have you.”

“That’s right,” said Nidderdale, throwing himself on the sofa close to her, so that he might put his arm round her waist.

“Wait a moment, Lord Nidderdale,” she said.

“You might as well call me John.”

“Then wait a moment⁠—John. You think you might as well marry me, though you don’t love me a bit.”

“That’s not true, Marie.”

“Yes it is;⁠—it’s quite true. And I think just the same⁠—that I might as well marry you, though I don’t love you a bit.”

“But you will.”

“I don’t know. I don’t feel like it just at present. You had better know the exact truth, you know. I have told my father that I did not think you’d ever come again, but that if you did I would accept you. But I’m not going to tell any stories about it. You know who I’ve been in love with.”

“But you can’t be in love with him now.”

“Why not? I can’t marry him. I know that. And if he were to come to me, I don’t think that I would. He has behaved bad.”

“Have I behaved bad?”

“Not like him. You never did care, and you never said you cared.”

“Oh yes⁠—I have.”

“Not at first. You say it now because you think that I shall like it. But it makes no difference now. I don’t mind about your arm being there if we are to be married, only it’s just as well for both of us to look on it as business.”

“How very hard you are, Marie.”

“No, I ain’t. I wasn’t hard to Sir Felix Carbury, and so I tell you. I did love him.”

“Surely you have found him out now.”

“Yes, I have,” said Marie. “He’s a poor creature.”

“He has just been thrashed, you know, in the streets⁠—most horribly.” Marie had not been told of this, and started back from her lover’s arms. “You hadn’t heard it?”

“Who has thrashed him?”

“I don’t want to tell the story against him, but they say he has been cut about in a terrible manner.”

“Why should anybody beat him? Did he do anything?”

“There was a young lady in the question, Marie.”

“A young lady! What young lady? I don’t believe it. But it’s nothing to me. I don’t care about anything, Lord Nidderdale;⁠—not a bit. I suppose you’ve made up all that out of your own head.”

“Indeed, no. I believe he was beaten, and I believe it was about a young woman. But it signifies nothing to me, and I don’t suppose it signifies much to you. Don’t you think we might fix a day, Marie?”

“I don’t care the least,” said Marie. “The longer it’s put off the better I shall like it;⁠—that’s all.”

“Because I’m so detestable?”

“No⁠—you ain’t detestable. I think you are a very good fellow; only you don’t care for me. But it is detestable not being able to do what one wants. It’s detestable having to quarrel with everybody and never to be good friends with anybody. And it’s horribly detestable having