The Duke's Children. Anthony Trollope
a word was said at Matching about Mr. Tregear, nor were any steps taken towards curtailing her liberty of action. She had said she would not write to him without telling her father, and the Duke was too proud of the honour of his family to believe it to be possible that she should deceive him. Nor was it possible. Not only would her own idea of duty prevent her from writing to her lover, although she had stipulated for the right to do so in some possible emergency—but, carried far beyond that in her sense of what was right and wrong, she felt it now incumbent on her to have no secret from her father at all. The secret, as long as it had been a secret, had been a legacy from her mother—and had been kept, at her lover's instance, during that period of mourning for her mother in which it would, she thought, have been indecorous that there should be any question of love or of giving in marriage. It had been a burden to her, though a necessary burden. She had been very clear that the revelation should be made to her father, when it was made, by her lover. That had been done—and now it was open to her to live without any secrecy—as was her nature. She meant to cling to her lover. She was quite sure of that. Nothing could divide her from him but his death or hers—or falseness on his part. But as to marriage, that would not be possible till her father had assented. And as to seeing the man—ah, yes, if she could do so with her father's assent! She would not be ashamed to own her great desire to see him. She would tell her father that all her happiness depended upon seeing him. She would not be coy in speaking of her love. But she would obey her father.
She had a strong idea that she would ultimately prevail—an idea also that that "ultimately" should not be postponed to some undefined middle-aged period of her life. As she intended to belong to Frank Tregear, she thought it expedient that he should have the best of her days as well as what might be supposed to be the worst; and she therefore resolved that it would be her duty to make her father understand that though she would certainly obey him, she would look to be treated humanely by him, and not to be made miserable for an indefinite term of years.
The first word spoken between them on the subject—the first word after that discussion—began with him and was caused by his feeling that her present life at Matching must be sad and lonely. Lady Cantrip had again written that she would be delighted to take her;—but Lady Cantrip was in London and must be in London, at any rate when Parliament should again be sitting. A London life would perhaps, at present, hardly suit Lady Mary. Then a plan had been prepared which might be convenient. The Duke had a house at Richmond, on the river, called The Horns. That should be lent to Lady Cantrip, and Mary should there be her guest. So it was settled between the Duke and Lady Cantrip. But as yet Lady Mary knew nothing of the arrangement.
"I think I shall go up to town to-morrow," said the Duke to his daughter.
"For long?"
"I shall be gone only one night. It is on your behalf that I am going."
"On my behalf, papa?"
"I have been writing to Lady Cantrip."
"Not about Mr. Tregear?"
"No;—not about Mr. Tregear," said the father with a mixture of anger and solemnity in his tone. "It is my desire to regard Mr. Tregear as though he did not exist."
"That is not possible, papa."
"I have alluded to the inconvenience of your position here."
"Why is it inconvenient?"
"You are too young to be without a companion. It is not fit that you should be so much alone."
"I do not feel it."
"It is very melancholy for you, and cannot be good for you. They will go down to The Horns, so that you will not be absolutely in London, and you will find Lady Cantrip a very nice person."
"I don't care for new people just now, papa," she said. But to this he paid but little heed; nor was she prepared to say that she would not do as he directed. When therefore he left Matching, she understood that he was going to prepare a temporary home for her. Nothing further was said about Tregear. She was too proud to ask that no mention of his name should be made to Lady Cantrip. And he when he left the house did not think that he would find himself called upon to allude to the subject.
But when Lady Cantrip made some inquiry about the girl and her habits—asking what were her ordinary occupations, how she was accustomed to pass her hours, to what she chiefly devoted herself—then at last with much difficulty the Duke did bring himself to tell the story. "Perhaps it is better you should know it all," he said as he told it.
"Poor girl! Yes, Duke; upon the whole it is better that I should know it all," said Lady Cantrip. "Of course he will not come here."
"Oh dear; I hope not."
"Nor to The Horns."
"I hope he will never see her again anywhere," said the Duke.
"Poor girl!"
"Have I not been right? Is it not best to put an end to such a thing at once?"
"Certainly at once, if it has to be put an end to—and can be put an end to."
"It must be put an end to," said the Duke, very decidedly. "Do you not see that it must be so? Who is Mr. Tregear?"
"I suppose they were allowed to be together."
"He was unfortunately intimate with Silverbridge, who took him over to Italy. He has nothing; not even a profession." Lady Cantrip could not but smile when she remembered the immense wealth of the man who was speaking to her;—and the Duke saw the smile and understood it. "You will understand what I mean, Lady Cantrip. If this young man were in other respects suitable, of course I could find an income for them. But he is nothing; just an idle seeker for pleasure without the means of obtaining it."
"That is very bad."
"As for rank," continued the Duke energetically, "I do not think that I am specially wedded to it. I have found myself as willing to associate with those who are without it as with those who have it. But for my child, I would wish her to mate with one of her own class."
"It would be best."
"When a young man comes to me who, though I believe him to be what is called a gentleman, has neither rank, nor means, nor profession, nor name, and asks for my daughter, surely I am right to say that such a marriage shall not be thought of. Was I not right?" demanded the Duke persistently.
"But it is a pity that it should be so. It is a pity that they should ever have come together."
"It is indeed, indeed to be lamented—and I will own at once that the fault was not hers. Though I must be firm in this, you are not to suppose that I am angry with her. I have myself been to blame." This he said with a resolution that—as he and his wife had been one flesh—all faults committed by her should, now that she was dead, be accepted by him as his faults. "It had not occurred to me that as yet she would love any man."
"Has it gone deep with her, Duke?"
"I fear that all things go deep with her."
"Poor girl!"
"But they shall be kept apart! As long as your great kindness is continued to her they shall be kept apart!"
"I do not think that I should be found good at watching a young lady."
"She will require no watching."
"Then of course they will not meet. She had better know that you have told me."
"She shall know it."
"And let her know also that anything I can do to make her happy shall be done. But, Duke, there is but one cure."
"Time, you mean."
"Yes; time; but I did not mean time." Then she smiled as she went on. "You must not suppose that I am speaking against my own sex if I say that she will not forget Mr. Tregear till someone else has made himself agreeable to her. We must wait till she can go out a little into society. Then she will find out that there are others in the world besides Mr. Tregear. It so often is the case that a girl's