The Duke's Children. Anthony Trollope

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СКАЧАТЬ Tregear, having been known by the family as a boy, was Frank to all of them—as was Lady Mabel, Mabel to him, somewhat to the disgust of the father and not altogether with the approbation of Miss Cass. But Lady Mabel had declared that she would not be guilty of the folly of changing old habits. Silverbridge, being Silverbridge to all his own people, hardly seemed to have a Christian name;—his godfathers and godmothers had indeed called him Plantagenet;—but having only become acquainted with the family since his Oxford days he was Lord Silverbridge to Lady Mabel. Lady Mabel had not as yet become Mabel to him, but, as by her very intimate friends she was called Mab, had allowed herself to be addressed by him as Lady Mab. There was thus between them all considerable intimacy.

      "I'm deuced glad to hear it," said the Earl when dinner was announced. For, though he could not eat much, Lord Grex was always impatient when the time of eating was at hand. Then he walked down alone. Lord Silverbridge followed with his daughter, and Frank Tregear gave his arm to Miss Cassewary. "If that woman can't clear her soup better than that, she might as well go to the d––––," said the Earl;—upon which remark no one in the company made any observation. As there were two men-servants in the room when it was made the cook probably had the advantage of it. It may be almost unnecessary to add that though the Earl had polished manners for certain occasions he would sometimes throw them off in the bosom of his own family.

      "My Lord," said Miss Cassewary—she always called him "My Lord"—"Lord Silverbridge is going to stand for the Duke's borough in the Conservative interest."

      "I didn't know the Duke had a borough," said the Earl.

      "He had one till he thought it proper to give it up," said the son, taking his father's part.

      "And you are going to pay him off for what he has done by standing against him. It's just the sort of thing for a son to do in these days. If I had a borough Percival would go down and make radical speeches there."

      "There isn't a better Conservative in England than Percival," said Lady Mabel, bridling up.

      "Nor a worse son," said the father. "I believe he would do anything he could lay his hand on to oppose me." During the past week there had been some little difference of opinion between the father and the son as to the signing of a deed.

      "My father does not take it in bad part at all," said Silverbridge.

      "Perhaps he's ratting himself," said the Earl. "When a man lends himself to a coalition he is as good as half gone."

      "I do not think that in all England there is so thorough a Liberal as my father," said Lord Silverbridge. "And when I say that he doesn't take this badly, I don't mean that it doesn't vex him. I know it vexes him. But he doesn't quarrel with me. He even wrote down to Barsetshire to say that all my expenses at Silverbridge were to be paid."

      "I call that very bad politics," said the Earl.

      "It seems to me to be very grand," said Frank.

      "Perhaps, sir, you don't know what is good or what is bad in politics," said the Earl, trying to snub his guest.

      But it was difficult to snub Frank. "I know a gentleman when I see him, I think," he said. "Of course Silverbridge is right to be a Conservative. Nobody has a stronger opinion about that than I have. But the Duke is behaving so well that if I were he I should almost regret it."

      "And so I do," said Silverbridge.

      When the ladies were gone the old Earl turned himself round to the fire, having filled his glass and pushed the bottles away from him, as though he meant to leave the two young men to themselves. He sat leaning with his head on his hand, looking the picture of woe. It was now only nine o'clock, and there would be no whist at the Beaufort till eleven. There was still more than an hour to be endured before the brougham would come to fetch him. "I suppose we shall have a majority," said Frank, trying to rouse him.

      "Who does 'We' mean?" asked the Earl.

      "The Conservatives, of whom I take the liberty to call myself one."

      "It sounded as though you were a very influential member of the party."

      "I consider myself to be one of the party, and so I say 'We.'"

      Upstairs in the drawing-room Miss Cassewary did her duty loyally. It was quite right that young ladies and young gentlemen should be allowed to talk together, and very right indeed that such a young gentleman as Lord Silverbridge should be allowed to talk to such a young lady as Lady Mabel. What could be so nice as a marriage between the heir of the house of Omnium and Lady Mabel Grex? Lady Mabel looked indeed to be the elder—but they were in truth the same age. All the world acknowledged that Lady Mabel was very clever and very beautiful and fit to be a Duchess. Even the Earl, when Miss Cassewary hinted at the matter to him, grunted an assent. Lady Mabel had already refused one or two not ineligible offers, and it was necessary that something should be done. There had been at one time a fear in Miss Cassewary's bosom lest her charge should fall too deeply in love with Frank Tregear;—but Miss Cassewary knew that whatever danger there might have been in that respect had passed away. Frank was willing to talk to her, while Mabel and Lord Silverbridge were in a corner together.

      "I shall be on tenterhooks now till I know how it is to be at Silverbridge," said the young lady.

      "It is very good of you to feel so much interest."

      "Of course I feel an interest. Are not you one of us? When is it to be?"

      "They say that the elections will be over before the Derby."

      "And which do you care for the most?"

      "I should like to pull off the Derby, I own."

      "From what papa says, I should think the other event is the more probable."

      "Doesn't the Earl stand to win on Prime Minister?"

      "I never know anything about his betting. But—you know his way—he said you were going to drop a lot of money like a—I can't quite tell you what he likened you to."

      "The Earl may be mistaken."

      "You are not betting much, I hope."

      "Not plunging. But I have a little money on."

      "Don't get into a way of betting."

      "Why:—what difference does it make—to you?"

      "Is that kind, Lord Silverbridge?"

      "I meant to say that if I did make a mess of it you wouldn't care about it."

      "Yes, I should. I should care very much. I dare say you could lose a great deal of money and care nothing about it."

      "Indeed I could not."

      "What would be a great deal of money to me. But you would want to get it back again. And in that way you would be regularly on the turf."

      "And why not?"

      "I want to see better things from you."

      "You ought not to preach against the turf, Lady Mab."

      "Because of papa? But I am not preaching against the turf. СКАЧАТЬ