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

wet morning, as he was sauntering through the house; now laughing, and almost romping with her⁠—then teasing his sister about Mr. Moffat⁠—and then bothering his lady-cousins out of all their propriety.

“Oh, very!” said Frank: “she is a dear, good woman, is my Aunt de Courcy.”

“I declare she takes more notice of you and your doings than of any of your cousins. I wonder they ain’t jealous.”

“Oh! they’re such good people. Bless me, they’d never be jealous.”

“You are so much younger than they are, that I suppose she thinks you want more of her care.”

“Yes; that’s it. You see she’s fond of having a baby to nurse.”

“Tell me, Mr. Gresham, what was it she was saying to you last night? I know we had been misbehaving ourselves dreadfully. It was all your fault; you would make me laugh so.”

“That’s just what I said to her.”

“She was talking about me, then?”

“How on earth should she talk of anyone else as long as you are here? Don’t you know that all the world is talking about you?”

“Is it?⁠—dear me, how kind! But I don’t care a straw about any world just at present but Lady de Courcy’s world. What did she say?”

“She said you were very beautiful⁠—”

“Did she?⁠—how good of her!”

“No; I forgot. It⁠—it was I that said that; and she said⁠—what was it she said? She said, that after all, beauty was but skin deep⁠—and that she valued you for your virtues and prudence rather than your good looks.”

“Virtues and prudence! She said I was prudent and virtuous?”

“Yes.”

“And you talked of my beauty? That was so kind of you. You didn’t either of you say anything about other matters?”

“What other matters?”

“Oh! I don’t know. Only some people are sometimes valued rather for what they’ve got than for any good qualities belonging to themselves intrinsically.”

“That can never be the case with Miss Dunstable; especially not at Courcy Castle,” said Frank, bowing easily from the corner of the sofa over which he was leaning.

“Of course not,” said Miss Dunstable; and Frank at once perceived that she spoke in a tone of voice differing much from that half-bantering, half-good-humoured manner that was customary with her. “Of course not: any such idea would be quite out of the question with Lady de Courcy.” She paused for a moment, and then added in a tone different again, and unlike any that he had yet heard from her:⁠—“It is, at any rate, out of the question with Mr. Frank Gresham⁠—of that I am quite sure.”

Frank ought to have understood her, and have appreciated the good opinion which she intended to convey; but he did not entirely do so. He was hardly honest himself towards her; and he could not at first perceive that she intended to say that she thought him so. He knew very well that she was alluding to her own huge fortune, and was alluding also to the fact that people of fashion sought her because of it; but he did not know that she intended to express a true acquittal as regarded him of any such baseness.

And did he deserve to be acquitted? Yes, upon the whole he did;⁠—to be acquitted of that special sin. His desire to make Miss Dunstable temporarily subject to his sway arose, not from a hankering after her fortune, but from an ambition to get the better of a contest in which other men around him seemed to be failing.

For it must not be imagined that, with such a prize to be struggled for, all others stood aloof and allowed him to have his own way with the heiress, undisputed. The chance of a wife with two hundred thousand pounds is a godsend which comes in a man’s life too seldom to be neglected, let that chance be never so remote.

Frank was the heir to a large embarrassed property; and, therefore, the heads of families, putting their wisdoms together, had thought it most meet that this daughter of Plutus should, if possible, fall to his lot. But not so thought the Honourable George; and not so thought another gentleman who was at that time an inmate of Courcy Castle.

These suitors perhaps somewhat despised their young rival’s efforts. It may be that they had sufficient worldly wisdom to know that so important a crisis of life is not settled among quips and jokes, and that Frank was too much in jest to be in earnest. But be that as it may, his lovemaking did not stand in the way of their lovemaking; nor his hopes, if he had any, in the way of their hopes.

The Honourable George had discussed the matter with the Honourable John in a properly fraternal manner. It may be that John had also an eye to the heiress; but, if so, he had ceded his views to his brother’s superior claims; for it came about that they understood each other very well, and John favoured George with salutary advice on the occasion.

“If it is to be done at all, it should be done very sharp,” said John.

“As sharp as you like,” said George. “I’m not the fellow to be studying three months in what attitude I’ll fall at a girl’s feet.”

“No: and when you are there you mustn’t take three months more to study how you’ll get up again. If you do it at all, you must do it sharp,” repeated John, putting great stress on his advice.

“I have said a few soft words to her already, and she didn’t seem to take them badly,” said George.

“She’s no chicken, you know,” remarked John; “and with a woman like that, beating about the bush never does any good. The chances are she won’t have you⁠—that’s of course; plums like that don’t fall into a man’s mouth merely for shaking the tree. But it’s possible she may; and if she will, she’s as likely to take you today as this day six months. If I were you I’d write her a letter.”

“Write her a letter⁠—eh?” said George, who did not altogether