Framley Parsonage: Chapter 31

Chapter 31

Salmon Fishing in Norway

Lord Dumbello's engagement with Griselda Grantly was the talk of the
town for the next ten days. It formed, at least, one of two subjects
which monopolized attention, the other being that dreadful rumour,
first put in motion by Tom Towers at Miss Dunstable's party, as to a
threatened dissolution of Parliament. "Perhaps, after all, it will be
the best thing for us," said Mr. Green Walker, who felt himself to be
tolerably safe at Crewe Junction.

"I regard it as a most wicked attempt," said Harold Smith, who was
not equally secure in his own borough, and to whom the expense of
an election was disagreeable. "It is done in order that they may
get time to tide over the autumn. They won't gain ten votes by a
dissolution, and less than forty would hardly give them a majority.
But they have no sense of public duty--none whatever. Indeed, I don't
know who has."

"No, by Jove; that's just it. That's what my aunt Lady Hartletop
says; there is no sense of duty left in the world. By the by, what an
uncommon fool Dumbello is making himself!" And then the conversation
went off to that other topic.

Lord Lufton's joke against himself about the willow branches was all
very well, and nobody dreamed that his heart was sore in that matter.
The world was laughing at Lord Dumbello for what it chose to call
a foolish match, and Lord Lufton's friends talked to him about it
as though they had never suspected that he could have made an ass
of himself in the same direction; but, nevertheless, he was not
altogether contented. He by no means wished to marry Griselda; he
had declared to himself a dozen times since he had first suspected
his mother's manoeuvres that no consideration on earth should
induce him to do so; he had pronounced her to be cold, insipid, and
unattractive in spite of her beauty: and yet he felt almost angry
that Lord Dumbello should have been successful. And this, too,
was the more inexcusable, seeing that he had never forgotten Lucy
Robarts, had never ceased to love her, and that, in holding those
various conversations within his own bosom, he was as loud in Lucy's
favour as he was in dispraise of Griselda.

"Your hero, then," I hear some well-balanced critic say, "is not
worth very much." In the first place Lord Lufton is not my hero; and
in the next place, a man may be very imperfect and yet worth a great
deal. A man may be as imperfect as Lord Lufton, and yet worthy of a
good mother and a good wife. If not, how many of us are unworthy of
the mothers and wives we have! It is my belief that few young men
settle themselves down to the work of the world, to the begetting of
children, and carving and paying and struggling and fretting for the
same, without having first been in love with four or five possible
mothers for them, and probably with two or three at the same time.
And yet these men are, as a rule, worthy of the excellent wives that
ultimately fall to their lot. In this way Lord Lufton had, to a
certain extent, been in love with Griselda. There had been one moment
in his life in which he would have offered her his hand, had not her
discretion been so excellent; and though that moment never returned,
still he suffered from some feeling akin to disappointment when he
learned that Griselda had been won and was to be worn. He was, then,
a dog in the manger, you will say. Well; and are we not all dogs in
the manger more or less actively? Is not that manger-doggishness one
of the most common phases of the human heart? But not the less was
Lord Lufton truly in love with Lucy Robarts. Had he fancied that any
Dumbello was carrying on a siege before that fortress, his vexation
would have manifested itself in a very different manner. He could
joke about Griselda Grantly with a frank face and a happy tone of
voice; but had he heard of any tidings of a similar import with
reference to Lucy, he would have been past all joking, and I much
doubt whether it would not even have affected his appetite. "Mother,"
he said to Lady Lufton, a day or two after the declaration of
Griselda's engagement, "I am going to Norway to fish."

"To Norway,--to fish!"

"Yes. We've got rather a nice party. Clontarf is going, and
Culpepper--"

"What--that horrid man!"

"He's an excellent hand at fishing; and Haddington Peebles,
and--and--there'll be six of us altogether; and we start this day
week."

"That's rather sudden, Ludovic."

"Yes, it is sudden; but we're sick of London. I should not care to
go so soon myself, but Clontarf and Culpepper say that the season
is early this year. I must go down to Framley before I start--about
my horses: and therefore I came to tell you that I shall be there
to-morrow."

"At Framley to-morrow! If you could put it off for three days I
should be going myself." But Lord Lufton could not put it off for
three days. It may be that on this occasion he did not wish for his
mother's presence at Framley while he was there; that he conceived
that he should be more at his ease in giving orders about his stable
if he were alone while so employed. At any rate he declined her
company, and on the following morning did go down to Framley by
himself.

"Mark," said Mrs. Robarts, hurrying into her husband's book-room
about the middle of the day, "Lord Lufton is at home. Have you heard
it?"

"What! here at Framley?"

"He is over at Framley Court; so the servants say. Carson saw him in
the paddock with some of the horses. Won't you go and see him?"

"Of course I will," said Mark, shutting up his papers. "Lady Lufton
can't be here, and if he is alone he will probably come and dine."

"I don't know about that," said Mrs. Robarts, thinking of poor Lucy.

"He is not in the least particular. What does for us will do for
him. I shall ask him, at any rate." And without further parley the
clergyman took up his hat and went off in search of his friend. Lucy
Robarts had been present when the gardener brought in tidings of Lord
Lufton's arrival at Framley, and was aware that Fanny had gone to
tell her husband.

"He won't come here, will he?" she said, as soon as Mrs. Robarts
returned.

"I can't say," said Fanny. "I hope not. He ought not to do so, and I
don't think he will. But Mark says that he will ask him to dinner."

"Then, Fanny, I must be taken ill. There is nothing else for it."

"I don't think he will come. I don't think he can be so cruel.
Indeed, I feel sure that he won't; but I thought it right to tell
you." Lucy also conceived that it was improbable that Lord Lufton
should come to the parsonage under the present circumstances; and she
declared to herself that it would not be possible that she should
appear at table if he did do so; but, nevertheless, the idea of his
being at Framley was, perhaps, not altogether painful to her. She did
not recognize any pleasure as coming to her from his arrival, but
still there was something in his presence which was, unconsciously
to herself, soothing to her feelings. But that terrible question
remained;--How was she to act if it should turn out that he was
coming to dinner?

"If he does come, Fanny," she said, solemnly, after a pause, "I must
keep to my own room, and leave Mark to think what he pleases. It will
be better for me to make a fool of myself there, than in his presence
in the drawing-room."

Mark Robarts took his hat and stick and went over at once to the
home paddock, in which he knew that Lord Lufton was engaged with the
horses and grooms. He also was in no supremely happy frame of mind,
for his correspondence with Mr. Tozer was on the increase. He had
received notice from that indefatigable gentleman that certain
"overdue bills" were now lying at the bank in Barchester, and were
very desirous of his, Mr. Robarts's, notice. A concatenation of
certain peculiarly unfortunate circumstances made it indispensably
necessary that Mr. Tozer should be repaid, without further loss of
time, the various sums of money which he had advanced on the credit
of Mr. Robarts's name, &c. &c. &c. No absolute threat was put forth,
and, singular to say, no actual amount was named. Mr. Roberts,
however, could not but observe, with a most painfully accurate
attention, that mention was made, not of an overdue bill, but of
overdue bills. What if Mr. Tozer were to demand from him the instant
repayment of nine hundred pounds? Hitherto he had merely written to
Mr. Sowerby, and he might have had an answer from that gentleman this
morning, but no such answer had as yet reached him. Consequently he
was not, at the present moment, in a very happy frame of mind.

He soon found himself with Lord Lufton and the horses. Four or five
of them were being walked slowly about the paddock in the care of as
many men or boys, and the sheets were being taken off them--off one
after another, so that their master might look at them with the more
accuracy and satisfaction. But though Lord Lufton was thus doing his
duty, and going through his work, he was not doing it with his whole
heart,--as the head groom perceived very well. He was fretful about
the nags, and seemed anxious to get them out of his sight as soon
as he had made a decent pretext of looking at them. "How are you,
Lufton?" said Robarts, coming forward. "They told me that you were
down, and so I came across at once."

"Yes; I only got here this morning, and should have been over with
you directly. I am going to Norway for six weeks or so, and it seems
that the fish are so early this year that we must start at once. I
have a matter on which I want to speak to you before I leave; and,
indeed, it was that which brought me down more than anything else."
There was something hurried and not altogether easy about his manner
as he spoke, which struck Robarts, and made him think that this
promised matter to be spoken of would not be agreeable in discussion.
He did not know whether Lord Lufton might not again be mixed up with
Tozer and the bills.

"You will dine with us to-day," he said, "if, as I suppose, you are
all alone."

"Yes, I am all alone."

"Then you'll come?"

"Well, I don't quite know. No, I don't think I can go over to dinner.
Don't look so disgusted. I'll explain it all to you just now." What
could there be in the wind; and how was it possible that Tozer's bill
should make it inexpedient for Lord Lufton to dine at the parsonage?
Robarts, however, said nothing further about it at the moment, but
turned off to look at the horses.

"They are an uncommonly nice set of animals," said he.

"Well, yes; I don't know. When a man has four or five horses to look
at, somehow or other he never has one fit to go. That chestnut mare
is a picture, now that nobody wants her; but she wasn't able to carry
me well to hounds a single day last winter. Take them in, Pounce;
that'll do."

"Won't your lordship run your eye over the old black 'oss?" said
Pounce, the head groom, in a melancholy tone; "he's as fine, sir--as
fine as a stag."

"To tell you the truth, I think they're too fine; but that'll do;
take them in. And now, Mark, if you're at leisure, we'll take a
turn round the place." Mark, of course, was at leisure, and so they
started on their walk.

"You're too difficult to please about your stable," Robarts began.

"Never mind the stable now," said Lord Lufton. "The truth is, I am
not thinking about it. Mark," he then said, very abruptly, "I want
you to be frank with me. Has your sister ever spoken to you about
me?"

"My sister; Lucy?"

"Yes; your sister Lucy."

"No, never; at least nothing especial; nothing that I can remember at
this moment."

"Nor your wife?"

"Spoken about you!--Fanny? Of course she has, in an ordinary way. It
would be impossible that she should not. But what do you mean?"

"Have either of them told you that I made an offer to your sister?"

"That you made an offer to Lucy?"

"Yes, that I made an offer to Lucy."

"No; nobody has told me so. I have never dreamed of such a thing;
nor, as far as I believe, have they. If anybody has spread such a
report, or said that either of them have hinted at such a thing, it
is a base lie. Good heavens! Lufton, for what do you take them?"

"But I did," said his lordship.

"Did what?" said the parson.

"I did make your sister an offer."

"You made Lucy an offer of marriage!"

"Yes, I did;--in as plain language as a gentleman could use to a
lady."

"And what answer did she make?

"She refused me. And now, Mark, I have come down here with the
express purpose of making that offer again. Nothing could be more
decided than your sister's answer. It struck me as being almost
uncourteously decided. But still it is possible that circumstances
may have weighed with her which ought not to weigh with her. If her
love be not given to anyone else, I may still have a chance of it.
It's the old story of faint heart, you know: at any rate, I mean to
try my luck again; and thinking over it with deliberate purpose, I
have come to the conclusion that I ought to tell you before I see
her."

Lord Lufton in love with Lucy! As these words repeated themselves
over and over again within Mark Robarts's mind, his mind added
to them notes of surprise without end. How had it possibly come
about,--and why? In his estimation his sister Lucy was a very simple
girl--not plain indeed, but by no means beautiful; certainly not
stupid, but by no means brilliant. And then, he would have said, that
of all men whom he knew, Lord Lufton would have been the last to
fall in love with such a girl as his sister. And now, what was he
to say or do? What views was he bound to hold? In what direction
should he act? There was Lady Lufton on the one side, to whom
he owed everything. How would life be possible to him in that
parsonage--within a few yards of her elbow--if he consented to
receive Lord Lufton as the acknowledged suitor of his sister? It
would be a great match for Lucy, doubtless; but-- Indeed, he could
not bring himself to believe that Lucy could in truth become the
absolute reigning queen of Framley Court.

"Do you think that Fanny knows anything of all this?" he said after
a moment or two.

"I cannot possibly tell. If she does it is not with my knowledge. I
should have thought that you could best answer that."

"I cannot answer it at all," said Mark. "I, at least, have had no
remotest idea of such a thing."

"Your ideas of it now need not be at all remote," said Lord Lufton,
with a faint smile; "and you may know it as a fact. I did make her an
offer of marriage; I was refused; I am going to repeat it; and I am
now taking you into my confidence, in order that, as her brother, and
as my friend, you may give me such assistance as you can." They then
walked on in silence for some yards, after which Lord Lufton added:
"And now I'll dine with you to-day if you wish it." Mr. Robarts did
not know what to say; he could not bethink himself what answer duty
required of him. He had no right to interfere between his sister and
such a marriage, if she herself should wish it; but still there was
something terrible in the thought of it! He had a vague conception
that it must come to evil; that the project was a dangerous one; and
that it could not finally result happily for any of them. What would
Lady Lufton say? That undoubtedly was the chief source of his dismay.

"Have you spoken to your mother about this?" he said.

"My mother? no; why speak to her till I know my fate? A man does not
like to speak much of such matters if there be a probability of his
being rejected. I tell you because I do not like to make my way into
your house under a false pretence."

"But what would Lady Lufton say?"

"I think it probable that she would be displeased on the first
hearing it; that in four-and-twenty hours she would be reconciled;
and that after a week or so Lucy would be her dearest favourite and
the Prime Minister of all her machinations. You don't know my mother
as well as I do. She would give her head off her shoulders to do me a
pleasure."

"And for that reason," said Mark Robarts, "you ought, if possible, to
do her pleasure."

"I cannot absolutely marry a wife of her choosing, if you mean that,"
said Lord Lufton. They went on walking about the garden for an hour,
but they hardly got any farther than the point to which we have now
brought them. Mark Robarts could not make up his mind on the spur of
the moment; nor, as he said more than once to Lord Lufton, could he
be at all sure that Lucy would in any way be guided by him. It was,
therefore, at last settled between them that Lord Lufton should
come to the parsonage immediately after breakfast on the following
morning. It was agreed also that the dinner had better not come off,
and Robarts promised that he would, if possible, have determined
by the morning as to what advice he would give his sister. He went
direct home to the parsonage from Framley Court, feeling that he was
altogether in the dark till he should have consulted his wife. How
would he feel if Lucy were to become Lady Lufton? and how would he
look Lady Lufton in the face in telling her that such was to be his
sister's destiny? On returning home he immediately found his wife,
and had not been closeted with her five minutes before he knew, at
any rate, all that she knew. "And you mean to say that she does love
him?" said Mark.

"Indeed she does; and is it not natural that she should? When I saw
them so much together I feared that she would. But I never thought
that he would care for her." Even Fanny did not as yet give Lucy
credit for half her attractiveness. After an hour's talking the
interview between the husband and wife ended in a message to Lucy,
begging her to join them both in the book-room.

"Aunt Lucy," said a chubby little darling, who was taken up into his
aunt's arms as he spoke, "papa and mamma 'ant 'oo in te tuddy, and I
musn't go wis 'oo." Lucy, as she kissed the boy and pressed his face
against her own, felt that her blood was running quick to her heart.

"Musn't 'oo go wis me, my own one?" she said as she put her
playfellow down; but she played with the child only because she did
not wish to betray, even to him, that she was hardly mistress of
herself. She knew that Lord Lufton was at Framley; she knew that her
brother had been to him; she knew that a proposal had been made that
he should come there that day to dinner. Must it not, therefore, be
the case that this call to a meeting in the study had arisen out of
Lord Lufton's arrival at Framley? and yet, how could it have done so?
Had Fanny betrayed her in order to prevent the dinner invitation? It
could not be possible that Lord Lufton himself should have spoken on
the subject! And then she again stooped to kiss the child, rubbed
her hands across her forehead to smooth her hair, and erase, if
that might be possible, the look of care which she wore, and then
descended slowly to her brother's sitting-room. Her hand paused for a
second on the door ere she opened it, but she had resolved that, come
what might, she would be brave. She pushed it open and walked in with
a bold front, with eyes wide open, and a slow step. "Frank says that
you want me," she said. Mr. Robarts and Fanny were both standing up
by the fireplace, and each waited a second for the other to speak,
when Lucy entered the room, and then Fanny began,--

"Lord Lufton is here, Lucy."

"Here! Where? At the parsonage?"

"No, not at the parsonage; but over at Framley Court," said Mark.

"And he promises to call here after breakfast to-morrow," said Fanny.
And then again there was a pause. Mrs. Robarts hardly dared to look
Lucy in the face. She had not betrayed her trust, seeing that the
secret had been told to Mark, not by her, but by Lord Lufton; but she
could not but feel that Lucy would think that she had betrayed it.

"Very well," said Lucy, trying to smile; "I have no objection in
life."

"But, Lucy, dear,"--and now Mrs. Roberts put her arm round her
sister-in-law's waist--"he is coming here especially to see you."

"Oh; that makes a difference. I am afraid that I shall be--engaged."

"He has told everything to Mark," said Mrs. Roberts. Lucy now felt
that her bravery was almost deserting her. She hardly knew which way
to look or how to stand. Had Fanny told everything also? There was so
much that Fanny knew that Lord Lufton could not have known. But, in
truth, Fanny had told all--the whole story of Lucy's love, and had
described the reasons which had induced her to reject her suitor; and
had done so in words which, had Lord Lufton heard them, would have
made him twice as passionate in his love. And then it certainly did
occur to Lucy to think why Lord Lufton should have come to Framley
and told all this history to her brother. She attempted for a moment
to make herself believe that she was angry with him for doing so. But
she was not angry. She had not time to argue much about it, but there
came upon her a gratified sensation of having been remembered, and
thought of, and--loved. Must it not be so? Could it be possible that
he himself would have told this tale to her brother, if he did not
still love her? Fifty times she had said to herself that his offer
had been an affair of the moment, and fifty times she had been
unhappy in so saying. But this new coming of his could not be an
affair of the moment. She had been the dupe, she had thought, of an
absurd passion on her own part; but now--how was it now? She did not
bring herself to think that she should ever be Lady Lufton. She had
still, in some perversely obstinate manner, made up her mind against
that result. But yet, nevertheless, it did in some unaccountable
manner satisfy her to feel that Lord Lufton had himself come down
to Framley and himself told this story. "He has told everything to
Mark," said Mrs. Roberts; and then again there was a pause for a
moment, during which these thoughts passed through Lucy's mind.

"Yes," said Mark, "he has told me all, and he is coming here
to-morrow morning that he may receive an answer from yourself."

"What answer?" said Lucy, trembling.

"Nay, dearest; who can say that but yourself?" and her sister-in-law,
as she spoke, pressed close against her. "You must say that
yourself." Mrs. Robarts, in her long conversation with her husband,
had pleaded strongly on Lucy's behalf, taking as it were a part
against Lady Lufton. She had said that if Lord Lufton persevered in
his suit, they at the parsonage could not be justified in robbing
Lucy of all that she had won for herself, in order to do Lady
Lufton's pleasure.

"But she will think," said Mark, "that we have plotted and intrigued
for this. She will call us ungrateful, and will make Lucy's life
wretched." To which the wife bad answered, that all that must be
left in God's hands. They had not plotted or intrigued. Lucy, though
loving the man in her heart of hearts, had already once refused him,
because she would not be thought to have snatched at so great a
prize. But if Lord Lufton loved her so warmly that he had come down
there in this manner, on purpose, as he himself had put it, that he
might learn his fate, then--so argued Mrs. Robarts--they two, let
their loyalty to Lady Lufton be ever so strong, could not justify it
to their consciences to stand between Lucy and her lover. Mark had
still somewhat demurred to this, suggesting how terrible would be
their plight if they should now encourage Lord Lufton, and if he,
after such encouragement, when they should have quarrelled with Lady
Lufton, should allow himself to be led away from his engagement by
his mother. To which Fanny had answered that justice was justice, and
that right was right. Everything must be told to Lucy, and she must
judge for herself.

"But I do not know what Lord Lufton wants," said Lucy, with her eyes
fixed upon the ground, and now trembling more than ever. "He did come
to me, and I did give him an answer."

"And is that answer to be final?" said Mark--somewhat cruelly, for
Lucy had not yet been told that her lover had made any repetition of
his proposal. Fanny, however, determined that no injustice should be
done, and therefore she at last continued the story.

"We know that you did give him an answer, dearest; but gentlemen
sometimes will not put up with one answer on such a subject. Lord
Lufton has declared to Mark that he means to ask again. He has come
down here on purpose to do so."

"And Lady Lufton--" said Lucy, speaking hardly above a whisper, and
still hiding her face as she leaned against her sister's shoulder.

"Lord Lufton has not spoken to his mother about it," said Mark; and
it immediately became clear to Lucy, from the tone of her brother's
voice, that he, at least, would not be pleased, should she accept her
lover's vow.

"You must decide out of your own heart, dear," said Fanny,
generously. "Mark and I know how well you have behaved, for I have
told him everything." Lucy shuddered and leaned closer against her
sister as this was said to her. "I had no alternative, dearest, but
to tell him. It was best so; was it not? But nothing has been told
to Lord Lufton. Mark would not let him come here to-day, because it
would have flurried you, and he wished to give you time to think. But
you can see him to-morrow morning--can you not? and then answer him."

Lucy now stood perfectly silent, feeling that she dearly loved her
sister-in-law for her sisterly kindness--for that sisterly wish to
promote a sister's love; but still there was in her mind a strong
resolve not to allow Lord Lufton to come there under the idea that
he would be received as a favoured lover. Her love was powerful, but
so also was her pride; and she could not bring herself to bear the
scorn which would lay in Lady Lufton's eyes. "His mother will despise
me, and then he will despise me too," she said to herself; and with
a strong gulp of disappointed love and ambition she determined
to persist. "Shall we leave you now, dear; and speak of it again
to-morrow morning before he comes?" said Fanny.

"That will be the best," said Mark. "Turn it in your mind every way
to-night. Think of it when you have said your prayers--and, Lucy,
come here to me;"--then, taking her in his arms, he kissed her with a
tenderness that was not customary with him towards her. "It is fair,"
said he, "that I should tell you this: that I have perfect confidence
in your judgement and feeling; and that I will stand by you as your
brother in whatever decision you may come to. Fanny and I both think
that you have behaved excellently, and are both of us sure that you
will do what is best. Whatever you do I will stick to you;--and so
will Fanny."

"Dearest, dearest Mark!"

"And now we will say nothing more about it till to-morrow morning,"
said Fanny. But Lucy felt that this saying nothing more about it till
to-morrow morning would be tantamount to an acceptance on her part
of Lord Lufton's offer. Mrs. Robarts knew, and Mr. Robarts also now
knew, the secret of her heart; and if, such being the case, she
allowed Lord Lufton to come there with the acknowledged purpose of
pleading his own suit, it would be impossible for her not to yield.
If she were resolved that she would not yield, now was the time for
her to stand her ground and make her fight. "Do not go, Fanny; at
least not quite yet," she said.

"Well, dear?"

"I want you to stay while I tell Mark. He must not let Lord Lufton
come here to-morrow."

"Not let him!" said Mrs. Robarts. Mr. Robarts said nothing, but he
felt that his sister was rising in his esteem from minute to minute.

"No; Mark must bid him not come. He will not wish to pain me when it
can do no good. Look here, Mark;" and she walked over to her brother,
and put both her hands upon his arm. "I do love Lord Lufton. I had no
such meaning or thought when I first knew him. But I do love him--I
love him dearly;--almost as well as Fanny loves you, I suppose. You
may tell him so if you think proper--nay, you must tell him so, or he
will not understand me. But tell him this, as coming from me: that I
will never marry him, unless his mother asks me."

"She will not do that, I fear," said Mark, sorrowfully.

"No; I suppose not," said Lucy, now regaining all her courage.
"If I thought it probable that she should wish me to be her
daughter-in-law, it would not be necessary that I should make such a
stipulation. It is because she will not wish it; because she would
regard me as unfit to--to--to mate with her son. She would hate me,
and scorn me; and then he would begin to scorn me, and perhaps would
cease to love me. I could not bear her eye upon me, if she thought
that I had injured her son. Mark, you will go to him now; will you
not? and explain this to him;--as much of it as is necessary. Tell
him, that if his mother asks me I will--consent. But that as I know
that she never will, he is to look upon all that he has said as
forgotten. With me it shall be the same as though it were forgotten."
Such was her verdict, and so confident were they both of her
firmness--of her obstinacy Mark would have called it on any other
occasion,--that they neither of them sought to make her alter it.

"You will go to him now--this afternoon; will you not?" she said; and
Mark promised that he would. He could not but feel that he himself
was greatly relieved. Lady Lufton might, probably, hear that her son
had been fool enough to fall in love with the parson's sister; but
under existing circumstances she could not consider herself aggrieved
either by the parson or by his sister. Lucy was behaving well, and
Mark was proud of her. Lucy was behaving with fierce spirit, and
Fanny was grieving for her.

"I'd rather be by myself till dinner-time," said Lucy, as Mrs.
Robarts prepared to go with her out of the room. "Dear Fanny, don't
look unhappy; there's nothing to make us unhappy. I told you I should
want goat's milk, and that will be all." Robarts, after sitting for
an hour with his wife, did return again to Framley Court; and, after
a considerable search, found Lord Lufton returning home to a late
dinner.

"Unless my mother asks her," said he, when the story had been told
him. "That is nonsense. Surely you told her that such is not the way
of the world." Robarts endeavoured to explain to him that Lucy could
not endure to think that her husband's mother should look on her with
disfavour.

"Does she think that my mother dislikes her; her specially?" asked
Lord Lufton. No; Robarts could not suppose that that was the
case; but Lady Lufton might probably think that a marriage with a
clergyman's sister would be a m�salliance.

"That is out of the question," said Lord Lufton; "as she has
especially wanted me to marry a clergyman's daughter for some time
past. But, Mark, it is absurd talking about my mother. A man in these
days is not to marry as his mother bids him." Mark could only assure
him, in answer to all this, that Lucy was very firm in what she was
doing, that she had quite made up her mind, and that she altogether
absolved Lord Lufton from any necessity to speak to his mother, if
he did not think well of doing so. But all this was to very little
purpose. "She does love me then?" said Lord Lufton.

"Well," said Mark, "I will not say whether she does or does not. I
can only repeat her own message. She cannot accept you, unless she
does so at your mother's request." And having said that again, he
took his leave, and went back to the parsonage. Poor Lucy, having
finished her interview with so much dignity, having fully satisfied
her brother, and declined any immediate consolation from her
sister-in-law, betook herself to her own bedroom. She had to think
over what she had said and done, and it was necessary that she should
be alone to do so. It might be that, when she came to reconsider the
matter, she would not be quite so well satisfied as was her brother.
Her grandeur of demeanour and slow propriety of carriage lasted her
till she was well into her own room. There are animals who, when
they are ailing in any way, contrive to hide themselves, ashamed, as
it were, that the weakness of their suffering should be witnessed.
Indeed, I am not sure whether all dumb animals do not do so more or
less; and in this respect Lucy was like a dumb animal. Even in her
confidences with Fanny she made a joke of her own misfortunes, and
spoke of her heart ailments with self-ridicule. But now, having
walked up the staircase with no hurried step, and having deliberately
locked the door, she turned herself round to suffer in silence and
solitude--as do the beasts and birds. She sat herself down on a low
chair, which stood at the foot of her bed, and, throwing back her
head, held her handkerchief across her eyes and forehead, holding it
tight in both her hands; and then she began to think. She began to
think and also to cry, for the tears came running down from beneath
the handkerchief; and low sobs were to be heard--only that the animal
had taken itself off, to suffer in solitude. Had she not thrown from
her all her chances of happiness? Was it possible that he should
come to her yet again--a third time? No; it was not possible. The
very mode and pride of this, her second rejection of him, made it
impossible. In coming to her determination, and making her avowal,
she had been actuated by the knowledge that Lady Lufton would regard
such a marriage with abhorrence. Lady Lufton would not and could not
ask her to condescend to be her son's bride. Her chance of happiness,
of glory, of ambition, of love, was all gone. She had sacrificed
everything, not to virtue, but to pride; and she had sacrificed
not only herself, but him. When first he came there--when she had
meditated over his first visit--she had hardly given him credit for
deep love; but now--there could be no doubt that he loved her now.
After his season in London, his days and nights passed with all
that was beautiful, he had returned there, to that little country
parsonage, that he might again throw himself at her feet. And
she--she had refused to see him, though she loved him with all her
heart, she had refused to see him because she was so vile a coward
that she could not bear the sour looks of an old woman! "I will come
down directly," she said, when Fanny at last knocked at the door,
begging to be admitted. "I won't open it, love, but I will be with
you in ten minutes; I will, indeed." And so she was; not, perhaps,
without traces of tears, discernible by the experienced eye of Mrs.
Robarts, but yet with a smooth brow, and voice under her own command.

"I wonder whether she really loves him," Mark said to his wife that
night.

"Love him!" his wife had answered: "indeed she does; and, Mark, do
not be led away by the stern quiet of her demeanour. To my thinking
she is a girl who might almost die for love."

On the next day Lord Lufton left Framley; and started, according to
his arrangements, for the Norway salmon fishing.

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