The Duke's Children. Anthony Trollope

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СКАЧАТЬ to her first. "I wonder what he thinks of me." Whereupon Tregear only smiled. "I suppose he has spoken to you about me?"

      "Why do you ask?"

      "Why!"

      "And why should I tell you? Suppose he should have said to me in the confidence of friendship that he thinks you ugly and stupid."

      "I am sure he has not said that. He has eyes to see and ears to hear. But, though I am neither ugly nor stupid, he needn't like me."

      "Do you want him to like you?"

      "Yes, I do. Oh yes; you may laugh; but if I did not think that I could be a good wife to him I would not take his hand even to become Duchess of Omnium."

      "Do you mean that you love him, Mabel?"

      "No; I do not mean that. But I would learn to love him. You do not believe that?" Here he smiled again and shook his head. "It is as I said before, because you are not a woman, and do not understand how women are trammelled. Do you think ill of me because I say this?"

      "No, indeed."

      "Do not think ill of me if you can help it, because you are almost the only friend that I can trust. I almost trust dear old Cass, but not quite. She is old-fashioned and I shock her. As for other women, there isn't one anywhere to whom I would say a word. Only think how a girl such as I am is placed; or indeed any girl. You, if you see a woman that you fancy, can pursue her, can win her and triumph, or lose her and gnaw your heart;—at any rate you can do something. You can tell her that you love her; can tell her so again and again even though she should scorn you. You can set yourself about the business you have taken in hand and can work hard at it. What can a girl do?"

      "Girls work hard too sometimes."

      "Of course they do;—but everybody feels that they are sinning against their sex. Of love, such as a man's is, a woman ought to know nothing. How can she love with passion when she should never give her love till it has been asked, and not then unless her friends tell her that the thing is suitable? Love such as that to me is out of the question. But, as it is fit that I should be married, I wish to be married well."

      "And you will love him after a fashion?"

      "Yes;—after a very sterling fashion. I will make his wishes my wishes, his ways my ways, his party my party, his home my home, his ambition my ambition—his honour my honour." As she said this she stood up with her hands clenched and head erect, and her eyes flashing. "Do you not know me well enough to be sure that I should be loyal to him?"

      "Yes;—I think that you would be loyal."

      "Whether I loved him or not, he should love me."

      "And you think that Silverbridge would do?"

      "Yes, I think that Silverbridge would do. You, no doubt, will say that I am flying high?"

      "Not too high. Why should you not fly high? If I can justify myself, surely I cannot accuse you."

      "It is hardly the same thing, Frank. Of course, there is not a girl in London to whom Lord Silverbridge would not be the best match that she could make. He has the choice of us all."

      "Most girls would think twice before refusing him."

      "Very few would think twice before accepting him. Perhaps he wishes to add to his wealth by marrying richly—as his father did."

      "No thought on that subject will ever trouble him. That will be all as it happens. As soon as he takes a sufficient fancy to a girl he will ask her straight off. I do not say that he might not change afterwards, but he would mean it at the time."

      "If he had once said the word to me, he should not change. But then what right have I to expect it? What has he ever said about me?"

      "Very little. But had he said much I should not tell you."

      "You are my friend—but you are his too; and he, perhaps, is more to you than I am. As his friend it may be your duty to tell him all that I am saying. If so, I have been wrong."

      "Do you think that I shall do that, Mabel?"

      "I do not know. Men are so strong in their friendships."

      "Mine with you is the older, and the sweeter. Though we may not be more than friends, I will say that it is the more tender. In my heart of hearts I do not think that Silverbridge could do better."

      "Thanks for that, Frank."

      "I shall tell him nothing of you that can set him against you."

      "And you would be glad to see me his wife?" she said.

      "As you must be somebody's wife, and not mine."

      "I cannot be yours, Frank; can I?"

      "And not mine," he repeated. "I will endeavour to be glad. Who can explain his feelings in such a matter? Though I most truly love the girl I hope to marry, yet my heart goes back to former things and opens itself to past regrets."

      "I know it all," she whispered.

      "But you and I must be too wise to permit ourselves to be tormented by such foolish melancholy." As he said this he took her hand, half with the purpose of bidding her good-bye, but partly with the idea of giving some expression to the tenderness of his feelings. But as he did so, the door was opened, and the old Earl shambled into the room.

      "What the deuce are you doing here?" he said.

      "I have been talking to Lady Mabel."

      "For about an hour."

      "Indeed I do not know for how long."

      "Papa, he is going to be married." When she said this Frank Tregear turned round and looked at her almost in anger.

      "Going to be married, is he? Who is the fortunate woman?"

      "I don't think he will let me tell you."

      "Not yet, I think," said Frank, gloomily. "There is nothing settled."

      The old Earl looked puzzled, but Lady Mabel's craft had been successful. If this objectionable young second-cousin had come there to talk about his marriage with another young woman, the conversation must have been innocent. "Where is Miss Cassewary?" asked the Earl.

      "I asked her not to come down with me because Frank wished to speak to me about his own affairs. You have no objection to his coming, papa?"

      There had been objections raised to any intimacy with Frank Tregear; but all that was now nearly two years since. He had been assured over and over again by Miss Cassewary that he need not be afraid of Frank Tregear, and had in a sort of way assented to the young man's visits. "I think he might find something better to do with his time than hanging about here all day." Frank, shrugging his shoulders, and having shaken hands both with the daughter and father, took his hat and departed. "Who is the girl?" asked the Earl.

      "You heard him say that I was not to tell."

      "Has she got money?"

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