The Duke's Children Part 73
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"I think he was right," said the Duke.
"Do you know Mr. Tregear, Duke?"
"I have met him--with my son."
"Do you like him?"
"I have seen very little of him."
"I cannot say I do. He thinks so much of himself. Of course he is very intimate with Silverbridge, and that is all that any one knows of him." The Duke bowed almost haughtily, though why he bowed he could hardly have explained to himself. Lady Cantrip bit her lips in disgust. "He's just the fellow," continued Popplecourt, "to think that some princess has fallen in love with him." Then the Duke left the room.
"You had better not talk to him about Mr. Tregear," said Lady Cantrip.
"Why not?"
"I don't know whether he approves of the intimacy between him and Lord Silverbridge."
"I should think not;--a man without any position or a s.h.i.+lling in the world."
"The Duke is peculiar. If a subject is distasteful to him he does not like it to be mentioned. You had better not mention Mr. Tregear."
Lady Cantrip, as she said this, blushed inwardly at her own hypocrisy.
It was of course contrived at dinner that Lord Popplecourt should take out Lady Mary. It is impossible to discover how such things get wind, but there was already an idea prevalent at Custins that Lord Popplecourt had matrimonial views, and that these views were looked upon favourably. "You may be quite sure of it, Mr. Lupton," Lady Adelaide FitzHoward had said. "I'll make a bet they're married before this time next year."
"It will be a terrible case of Beauty and the Beast," said Lupton.
Lady Chiltern had whispered a suspicion of the same kind, and had expressed a hope that the lover would be worthy of the girl. And Dolly Longstaff had chaffed his friend Popplecourt on the subject, Popplecourt having laid himself open by indiscreet allusions to Dolly's love for Miss Bonca.s.sen. "Everybody can't have it as easily arranged for him as you,--a Duke's daughter and a pot of money without so much as the trouble of asking for it!"
"What do you know about the Duke's children?"
"That's what it is to be a lord and not to have a father."
Popplecourt tried to show that he was disgusted; but he felt himself all the more strongly bound to go on with his project.
It was therefore a matter of course that these should-be lovers would be sent out of the room together. "You'll give your arm to Mary,"
Lady Cantrip said, dropping the ceremonial prefix. Lady Mary of course went out as she was bidden. Though everybody else knew it, no idea of what was intended had yet come across her mind.
The should-be lover immediately reverted to the Austrian tour, expressing a hope that his neighbour had enjoyed herself. "There's nothing I like so much myself," said he, remembering some of the Duke's words, "as mountains, cities, salt-mines, and all that kind of thing. There's such a lot of interest about it."
"Did you ever see a salt-mine?"
"Well,--not exactly a salt-mine; but I have coal-mines on my property in Staffords.h.i.+re. I'm very fond of coal. I hope you like coal."
"I like salt a great deal better--to look at."
"But which do you think pays best? I don't mind telling you,--though it's a kind of thing I never talk about to strangers,--the royalties from the Blogownie and Toodlem mines go up regularly two thousand pounds every year."
"I thought we were talking about what was pretty to look at."
"So we were. I'm as fond of pretty things as anybody. Do you know Reginald Dobbes?"
"No, I don't. Is he pretty?"
"He used to be so angry with Silverbridge, because Silverbridge would say Crummie-Toddie was ugly."
"Was Crummie-Toddie ugly?"
"Just a plain house on a moor."
"That sounds ugly."
"I suppose your family like pretty things?"
"I hope so."
"I do, I know." Lord Popplecourt endeavoured to look as though he intended her to understand that she was the pretty thing which he most particularly liked. She partly conceived his meaning, and was disgusted accordingly. On the other side of her sat Mr. Bonca.s.sen, to whom she had been introduced in the drawing-room,--and who had said a few words to her about some Norwegian poet. She turned round to him, and asked him some questions about the Skald, and so, getting into conversation with him, managed to turn her shoulder to her suitor. On the other side of him sat Lady Rosina de Courcy, to whom, as being an old woman and an old maid, he felt very little inclined to be courteous. She said a word, asking him whether he did not think the weather was treacherous. He answered her very curtly, and sat bolt upright, looking forward on the table, and taking his dinner as it came to him. He had been put there in order that Lady Mary Palliser might talk to him, and he regarded interference on the part of that old American as being ungentlemanlike. But the old American disregarded him, and went on with his quotations from the Scandinavian bard.
But Mr. Bonca.s.sen sat next to Lady Cantrip, and when at last he was called upon to give his ear to the Countess, Lady Mary was again vacant for Popplecourt's attentions.
"Are you very fond of poetry?" he asked.
"Very fond."
"So am I. Which do you like best, Tennyson or Shakespeare?"
"They are very unlike."
"Yes;--they are unlike. Or Moore's Melodies? I am very fond of 'When in death I shall calm recline.' I think this equal to anything.
Reginald Dobbes would have it that poetry is all bosh."
"Then I think that Mr. Reginald Dobbes must be all bosh himself."
"There was a man there named Tregear who had brought some books."
Then there was a pause. Lady Mary had not a word to say. "Dobbes used to declare that he was always pretending to read poetry."
"Mr. Tregear never pretends anything."
"Do you know him?" asked the rival.
"He is my brother's most particular friend."
"Ah! yes. I dare say Silverbridge has talked to you about him. I think he's a stuck-up sort of fellow." To this there was not a word of reply. "Where did your brother pick him up?"
"They were at Oxford together."
"I must say I think he gives himself airs;--because, you know, he's n.o.body."
"I don't know anything of the kind," said Lady Mary, becoming very red. "And as he is my brother's most particular friend,--his very friend of friends,--I think you had better not abuse him to me."
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