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had been as inexorable as his predecessor, and Sir Rowley, with his
large family, was too wise to remain to the detriment of his pocket. In
the meantime the clerks in the office, who had groaned in spirit over
the ignorance displayed in his evidence before the committee, were
whispering among themselves that he ought not to be sent back to his
seat of government at all.
Lady Rowley also was disappointed and unhappy. She had expected so much
pleasure from her visit to her daughter, and she had received so
little! Emily’s condition was very sad, but in her heart of hearts
perhaps she groaned more bitterly over all that Nora had lost, than she
did over the real sorrows of her elder child. To have had the cup at
her lip, and then not to have tasted it! And she had the solace of no
communion in this sorrow. She had accepted Hugh Stanbury as her
son-in-law, and not for worlds would she now say a word against him to
any one. She had already taken him to her heart, and she loved him. But
to have had it almost within her grasp to have had a lord, the owner of
Monkhams, for her son-in-law! Poor Lady Rowley!
Sophie and Lucy, too, were returning to their distant and dull
banishment without any realisation of their probable but unexpressed
ambition. They made no complaint, but yet it was hard on them that
their sister’s misfortune should have prevented them from going almost
to a single dance. Poor Sophie and poor Lucy! They must go, and we
shall hear no more about them. It was thought well that Nora should not
go down with them to Southampton. What good would her going do? ‘God
bless you, my darling,’ said the mother, as she held her child in her
arms.
‘Goodbye, dear mamma.’
‘Give my best love to Hugh, and tell him that I pray him with my last
word to be good to you.’ Even then she was thinking of Lord
Peterborough, but the memory of what might have been was buried deep in
her mind.
‘Nora, tell me all about it,’ said Lucy.
‘There will be nothing to tell,’ said Nora.
‘Tell it all the same,’ said Lucy. ‘And bring Hugh out to write a book
of travels about the Mandarins. Nobody has ever written a book about
the Mandarins.’ So they parted; and when Sir Marmaduke and his party
were taken off in two cabs to the Waterloo Station, Nora was taken in
one cab to Eccleston Square.
It may be doubted whether any old lady since the world began ever did a
more thoroughly Christian and friendly act that this which was now
being done by Lady Milborough. It was the end of July, and she would
already have been down in Dorsetshire, but for her devotion to this
good deed. For, in truth, what she was doing was not occasioned by any
express love for Nora Rowley. Nora Rowley was all very well, but Nora
Rowley towards her had been flippant, impatient, and, indeed, not
always so civil as a young lady should be to the elderly friends of her
married sister. But to Lady Milborough it had seemed to be quite
terrible that a young girl should be left alone in the world, without
anybody to take care of her. Young ladies, according to her views of
life, were fragile plants that wanted much nursing before they could be
allowed to be planted out in the gardens of the world as married women.
When she heard from Lady Rowley that Nora was engaged to marry Hugh
Stanbury, ‘You know all about Lord Peterborough, Lady Milborough; but it
is no use going back to that now is it? And Mr Stanbury has behaved so
exceedingly well in regard to poor Louis,’ when Lady Milborough heard
this, and heard also that Nora was talking of going to live by herself
in lodgings! she swore to herself, like a goodly Christian woman, as
she was, that such a thing must not be. Eccleston Square in July and
August is not pleasant, unless it be to an inhabitant who is interested
in the fag-end of the parliamentary session. Lady Milborough had no
interest in politics, had not much interest even in seeing the social
season out to its dregs. She ordinarily remained in London till the
beginning or middle of July, because the people with whom she lived
were in the habit of doing so, but as soon as ever she had fixed the
date of her departure, that day to her was a day of release. On this
occasion the day had been fixed and it was unfixed, and changed, and
postponed, because it was manifest to Lady Milborough that she could do
good by remaining for another fortnight. When she made the offer she
said nothing of her previous arrangements. ‘Lady Rowley, let her come
to me. As soon as her friend Lady Peterborough is at Monkhams, she can
go there.’
Thus it was that Nora found herself established in Eccleston Square. As
she took her place in Lady Milborough’s drawing-room, she remembered
well a certain day, now two years ago, when she had first heard of the
glories of Monkhams in that very house. Lady Milborough, as
good-natured then as she was now, had brought Mr Glascock and Nora
together, simply because she had heard that the gentleman admired the
young lady. Nora, in her pride, had resented this as interference, had
felt that the thing had been done, and, though she had valued the
admiration of the man, had ridiculed the action of the woman. As she
thought of it now she was softened by gratitude. She had not on that
occasion been suited with a husband, but she had gained a friend. ‘My
dear,’ said Lady Milborough, as at her request Nora took off her hat,
‘I am afraid that the parties are mostly over, that is, those I go to;
but we will drive out every day, and the time won’t be so very long.’
‘It won’t be long for me, Lady Milborough, but I cannot but know how
terribly I am putting you out.’
‘I am never put out, Miss Rowley,’ said the old lady, ‘as long as I am
made to think that what I do is taken in good part.’
‘Indeed, indeed it shall be taken in good part,’ said Nora ‘indeed it
shall.’ And she swore a solemn silent vow of friendship for the dear
old woman.
Then there came letters and telegrams from Chambery, Dijon, and Paris,
and the joint expedition in search of the cottage was made to
Twickenham. It was astonishing how enthusiastic and how loving the
elder and the younger lady were together before the party from Italy
had arrived in England. Nora had explained everything about herself; how
impossible it had been for her not to love Hugh Stanbury; how essential
it had been for her happiness and self-esteem that she should refuse Mr
Glascock; how terrible had been the tragedy of her sister’s marriage.
Lady Milborough spoke of the former subject with none of Lady Rowley’s
enthusiasm, but still with an evident partiality for her own rank,
which almost aroused Nora to indignant eloquence. Lady Milborough was
contented to acknowledge that Nora might be right, seeing that her
heart was so firmly fixed; but she was clearly of opinion that Mr
Glascock, being Mr Glascock, had possessed a better right to the prize
in question than could have belonged to any man who had no recognised
position in the world. Seeing that her heart had been given away, Nora
was no doubt right not to separate her hand from her heart; but Lady
Milborough was of opinion that young ladies ought to have their hearts
under better control, so that the men entitled to the prizes should get
them. It was for the welfare of England at large that the eldest sons
of good families should marry the sweetest, prettiest, brightest, and
most lovable girls of their age. It is a doctrine on behalf of which
very much may be said.
On that other matter, touching Emily Trevelyan, Lady Milborough frankly
owned that she had seen early in the day that he was the one most in
fault. ‘I must say, my dear,’ she said, ‘that I very greatly dislike
your friend, Colonel Osborne.’
‘I am sure that he meant not the slightest harm, no more than she did.’
‘He was old enough, and ought to have known better. And when the first
hint of an uneasiness in the mind of Louis was suggested to him, his
feelings as a gentleman should have prompted him to remove himself. Let
the suspicion have been ever so absurd, he should have removed himself.
Instead of that, he went after her into Devonshire.’
‘He went to see other friends, Lady Milborough.’
‘I hope it may have been so, I hope it may have been so. But he should
have cut off his hand before he rang at the door of the house in which
she was living. You will understand, my dear, that I acquit your sister
altogether. I did so all through, and said the same to poor Louis when
he came to me. But Colonel Osborne should have known better. Why did he
write to her? Why did he go to St. Diddulph’s? Why did he let it be
thought that that she was especially his friend. Oh dear; oh dear; oh
dear! I am afraid he is a very bad man.’
‘We had known him so long, Lady Milborough.’
‘I wish you had never known him at all. Poor Louis! If be had only done
what I told him at first, all might have been well. “Go to Naples, with
your wife,” I said. “Go to Naples.” If he had gone to Naples, there
would have been no journeys to Siena, no living at Casalunga, no
separation. But he didn’t seem to see it in the same light. Poor dear
Louis. I wish he had gone to Naples when I told him.’
While they were going backwards and forwards, looking at the cottage at
Twickenham and trying to make things comfortable there for the sick
man, Lady Milborough hinted to Nora that it might be distasteful to
Trevelyan, in his present condition, to have even a sister-in-law
staying in the house with him. There was a little chamber which Nora
had appropriated to herself, and at first it seemed to be taken for
granted that she should remain there at least till the 10th of August,
on which day Lady Peterborough had signified that she and her husband
would be ready to receive their visitor. But Lady Milborough slept on
the suggestion, and on the next morning hinted her disapprobation. ‘You
shall take them down in the carriage, and their luggage can follow in a
cab, but the carriage can bring you back. You will see how things are
then.’
‘Dear Lady Milborough, you would go out of town at once if I left you.’
‘And I shall not go out of town if you don’t leave me, What difference
does it make to an old woman like me? I have got no lover coming to
look for me, and all I have to do is to tell my daughter-in-law that I
shall not be there for another week or so. Augusta is very glad to have
me, but she is the wisest woman in the world, and can get on very well
without me.’
‘And as I am the silliest, I cannot.’
‘You shall put it in that way if you like it, my dear. Girls in your
position often do want assistance. I
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