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

got Bagley’s vote,” said Frank, persisting in praise of his own electioneering prowess; “and you may be sure of this, Mr. Nearthewinde, none of Closerstil’s men were looking at me when I got it.”

“Who’ll pay for the bonnets, Frank?” said George.

“Oh, I’ll pay for them if Moffat won’t. I think I shall keep an account there; they seem to have good gloves and those sort of things.”

“Very good, I have no doubt,” said George.

“I suppose your lordship will be in town soon after the meeting of Parliament?” said the bishop, questioning the earl.

“Oh! yes; I suppose I must be there. I am never allowed to remain very long in quiet. It is a great nuisance; but it is too late to think of that now.”

“Men in high places, my lord, never were, and never will be, allowed to consider themselves. They burn their torches not in their own behalf,” said the bishop, thinking, perhaps, as much of himself as he did of his noble friend. “Rest and quiet are the comforts of those who have been content to remain in obscurity.”

“Perhaps so,” said the earl, finishing his glass of claret with an air of virtuous resignation. “Perhaps so.” His own martyrdom, however, had not been severe, for the rest and quiet of home had never been peculiarly satisfactory to his tastes. Soon after this they all went to the ladies.

It was some little time before Frank could find an opportunity of recommencing his allotted task with Miss Dunstable. She got into conversation with the bishop and some other people, and, except that he took her teacup and nearly managed to squeeze one of her fingers as he did so, he made very little further progress till towards the close of the evening.

At last he found her so nearly alone as to admit of his speaking to her in his low confidential voice.

“Have you managed that matter with my aunt?”

“What matter?” said Miss Dunstable; and her voice was not low, nor particularly confidential.

“About those three or four gentlemen whom you wish to invite here?”

“Oh! my attendant knights! no, indeed; you gave me such very slight hope of success; besides, you said something about my not wanting them.”

“Yes I did; I really think they’d be quite unnecessary. If you should want anyone to defend you⁠—”

“At these coming elections, for instance.”

“Then, or at any other time, there are plenty here who will be ready to stand up for you.”

“Plenty! I don’t want plenty: one good lance in the olden days was always worth more than a score of ordinary men-at-arms.”

“But you talked about three or four.”

“Yes; but then you see, Mr. Gresham, I have never yet found the one good lance⁠—at least, not good enough to suit my ideas of true prowess.”

What could Frank do but declare that he was ready to lay his own in rest, now and always in her behalf? His aunt had been quite angry with him, and had thought that he turned her into ridicule, when he spoke of making an offer to her guest that very evening; and yet here he was so placed that he had hardly an alternative. Let his inward resolution to abjure the heiress be ever so strong, he was now in a position which allowed him no choice in the matter. Even Mary Thorne could hardly have blamed him for saying, that so far as his own prowess went, it was quite at Miss Dunstable’s service. Had Mary been looking on, she, perhaps, might have thought that he could have done so with less of that look of devotion which he threw into his eyes.

“Well, Mr. Gresham, that’s very civil⁠—very civil indeed,” said Miss Dunstable. “Upon my word, if a lady wanted a true knight she might do worse than trust to you. Only I fear that your courage is of so exalted a nature that you would be ever ready to do battle for any beauty who might be in distress⁠—or, indeed, who might not. You could never confine your valour to the protection of one maiden.”

“Oh, yes! but I would though if I liked her,” said Frank. “There isn’t a more constant fellow in the world than I am in that way⁠—you try me, Miss Dunstable.”

“When young ladies make such trials as that, they sometimes find it too late to go back if the trial doesn’t succeed, Mr. Gresham.”

“Oh, of course there’s always some risk. It’s like hunting; there would be no fun if there was no danger.”

“But if you get a tumble one day you can retrieve your honour the next; but a poor girl, if she once trusts a man who says that he loves her, has no such chance. For myself, I would never listen to a man unless I’d known him for seven years at least.”

“Seven years!” said Frank, who could not help thinking that in seven years’ time Miss Dunstable would be almost an old woman. “Seven days is enough to know any person.”

“Or perhaps seven hours; eh, Mr. Gresham?”

“Seven hours⁠—well, perhaps seven hours, if they happen to be a good deal together during the time.”

“There’s nothing after all like love at first sight, is there, Mr. Gresham?”

Frank knew well enough that she was quizzing him, and could not resist the temptation he felt to be revenged on her. “I am sure it’s very pleasant,” said he; “but as for myself, I have never experienced it.”

“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Miss Dunstable. “Upon my word, Mr. Gresham, I like you amazingly. I didn’t expect to meet anybody down here that I should like half so much. You must come and see me in London, and I’ll introduce you to my three knights,” and so saying, she moved away and fell into conversation with some of the higher powers.

Frank felt himself to be rather snubbed, in spite of the strong expression which Miss Dunstable had made in his favour. It was not quite clear to him that she did not take him for a boy. He was, to be sure, avenged on her for