Dr Thorne (30 page)

‘Stop it at once, Arabella: stop it at once,' the countess had said; ‘that, indeed, will be ruin. If he does not marry money, he is lost. Good heavens! the doctor's niece! A girl that nobody knows where she comes from!'

‘He's going with you tomorrow, you know,' said the anxious mother.

‘Yes; and that is so far well: if he will be led by me, the evil may be rcmcdicd before he returns; but it is very, very hard to lead young men. Arabella, you must forbid that girl to come to Greshamsbury again on any pretext whatever. The evil must be stopped at once.'

‘But she is here so much as a matter of course.'

‘Then she must be here as a matter of course no more: there has been folly, very great folly, in having her here. Of course she would turn out to be a designing creature with such temptation before her; with such a prize within her reach, how could she help it?'

‘I must say, aunt, she answered him very properly,' said Augusta.

‘Nonsense,' said the countess; ‘before you, of course she did. Arabella, the matter must not be left to the girl's propriety. I never knew the propriety of a girl of that sort to be fit to be depended upon yet. If you wish to save the whole family from ruin, you must take steps to keep her away from Greshamsbury now at once. Now is the time; now that Frank is to be away. Where so much, so very much depends on a young man's marrying money, not one day ought to be lost.'

Instigated in this manner, Lady Arabella resolved to open her mind to the doctor, and to make it intelligible to him that, under present circumstances, Mary's visits at Greshamsbury had better be discontinued. She would have given much, however, to have escaped this business. She had in her time tried one or two falls with the doctor, and she was conscious that she had never yet got the better of him: and then she was in a slight degree afraid of Mary herself. She had a presentiment that it would not be so easy to banish Mary from Greshamsbury: she was not sure that that young lady would not boldly assert her right to her place in the schoolroom; appeal loudly to the squire, and, perhaps, declare her determination of marrying the heir, out before them all. The squire would be sure to uphold her in that, or in anything else.

And then, too, there would be the greatest difficulty in wording her request to the doctor; and Lady Arabella was sufficiently conscious of her own weakness to know that she was not always very good at words. But the doctor, when hard pressed, was never at fault: he could say the bitterest things in the quietest tone, and Lady Arabella had a great dread of these bitter things. What, also, if he should desert her himself; withdraw from her his skill and knowledge of her bodily wants and ailments now that he was so necessary to her? She had once before taken to that measure of sending to Barchester for Dr Fillgrave, but it had answered with her hardly better than with Sir Roger and Lady Scatcherd.

When, therefore, Lady Arabella found herself alone with the doctor, and called upon to say out her say in what best language she could select for the occasion, she did not feel to be very much at her ease. There was that about the man before her which cowed her, in spite of her being the wife of the squire, the sister of an earl, a person quite acknowledged to be of the great world, and the mother of the very important young man whose affections
were now about to be called in question. Nevertheless, there was the task to be done, and with a mother's courage she essayed it.

‘Dr Thorne,' said she, as soon as their medical conference was at an end, ‘I am very glad you came over today, for I had something special which I wanted to say to you': so far she got, and then stopped; but, as the doctor did not seem inclined to give her any assistance, she was forced to flounder on as best she could.

‘Something very particular, indeed. You know what a respect and esteem, and I may say affection, we all have for you' – here the doctor made a low bow – ‘and I may say for Mary also'; here the doctor bowed himself again. ‘We have done what little we could to be pleasant neighbours, and I think you'll believe me when I say that I am a true friend to you and dear Mary –'

The doctor knew that something very unpleasant was coming, but he could not at all guess what might be its nature. He felt, however, that he must say something; so he expressed a hope that he was duly sensible of all the acts of kindness he had ever received from the squire and the family at large.

‘I hope, therefore, my dear doctor, you won't take amiss what I am going to say.'

‘Well, Lady Arabella, I'll endeavour not to do so.'

‘I am sure I would not give any pain if I could help it, much less to you. But there are occasions, doctor, in which duty must be paramount; paramount to all other considerations, you know; and, certainly, this occasion is one of them.'

‘But what is the occasion, Lady Arabella?'

‘I'll tell you, doctor. You know what Frank's position is?'

‘Frank's position! as regards what?'

‘Why, his position in life; an only son, you know.'

‘Oh, yes; I know his position in that respect; an only son, and his father's heir; and a very fine fellow he is. You have but one son, Lady Arabella, and you may well be proud of him.'

Lady Arabella sighed. She did not wish at the present moment to express herself as being in any way proud of Frank. She was desirous rather, on the other hand, of showing that she was a good deal ashamed of him; only not quite so much ashamed of him as it behoved the doctor to be of his niece.

‘Wcll, perhaps so; yes,' said Lady Arabclla, ‘he is, I believe, a very good young man, with an excellent disposition; but, doctor,
his position is very precarious; and he is just at that time of life when every caution is necessary.'

To the doctor's ears, Lady Arabella was now talking of her son as a mother might of her infant when whooping-cough was abroad or croup imminent. ‘There is nothing on earth the matter with him, I should say,' said the doctor. ‘He has every possible sign of perfect health.'

‘Oh, yes; his health! Yes, thank God, his health is good; that is a great blessing.' And Lady Arabclla thought of her four flowerets that had already faded. ‘I am sure I am most thankful to see him growing up so strong. But it is not that I mean, doctor.'

‘Then what is it, Lady Arabclla?'

‘Why, doctor, you know the squire's position with regard to money matters?'

Now the doctor undoubtedly did know the squire's position with regard to money matters – knew it much better than did Lady Arabella; but he was by no means inclined to talk on that subject to her ladyship. He remained quite silent, therefore, although Lady Arabella's last speech had taken the form of a question. Lady Arabella was a little offended at this want of freedom on his part, and became somewhat sterner in her tone – a thought less condescending in her manner.

‘The squire has unfortunately embarrassed the property, and Frank must look forward to inherit it with very heavy encumbrances; I fear very heavy indeed, though of what exact nature I am kept in ignorance.'

Looking at the doctor's face, she perceived that there was no probability whatever that her ignorance would be enlightened by him.

‘And, therefore, it is highly necessary that Frank should be very careful.'

‘As to his private expenditure, you mean?' said the doctor.

‘No, not exactly that: though of course he must be careful as to that, too; that's of course. But that is not what I mean, doctor; his only hope of retrieving his circumstances is by marrying money.'

‘With every other conjugal blessing that a man can have, I hope he may have that also.' So the doctor replied with imperturbable face; but not the less did he begin to have a shade of suspicion of what might be the coming subject of the conference. It would
be untrue to say that he had ever thought it probable that the young heir should fall in love with his niece; that he had ever looked forward to such a chance, either with complacency or with fear; nevertheless, the idea had of late passed through his mind. Some word that had fallen from Mary, some closely watched expression of her eye, or some quiver in her lip when Frank's name was mentioned, had of late made him involuntarily think that such might not be impossible; and then, when the chance of Mary becoming the heiress to so large a fortune had been forced upon his consideration, he had been unable to prevent himself from building happy castles in the air, as he rode slowly home from Boxall Hill. But not a whit the more on that account was he prepared to be untrue to the squire's interest, or to encourage a feeling which must be distasteful to all the squire's friends.

‘Yes, doctor; he must marry money.'

‘And worth, Lady Arabella; and a pure feminine heart; and youth and beauty. I hope he will marry them all.'

Could it be possible, that in speaking of a pure feminine heart, and youth and beauty, and such like gewgaws, the doctor was thinking of his niece? Could it be that he had absolutely made up his mind to foster and encourage this odious match?

The bare idea made Lady Arabella wrathful, and her wrath gave her courage. ‘He must marry money, or he will be a ruined man. Now, doctor, I am informed that things – words that is – have passed between him and Mary which never ought to have been allowed.'

And now also was the doctor wrathful. ‘What things? what words?' said he, appearing to Lady Arabella as though he rose in his anger nearly a foot in altitude before her eyes. ‘What has passed between them? and who says so?'

‘Doctor, there have been love-makings, you may take my word for it; love-makings of a very, very, very advanced description.'

This, the doctor could not stand. No, not for Greshamsbury and its heir; not for the squire and all his misfortunes; not for Lady Arabella and the blood of all the De Courcys could he stand quiet and hear Mary thus accused. He sprang up another foot in height, and expanded equally in width as he flung back the insinuation.

‘Who says so? Whoever says so, whoever speaks of Miss Thorne in such language, says what is not true. I will pledge my word –'

‘My dear doctor, my dear doctor, what took place was quite clearly heard; there was no mistake about it, indeed.'

‘What took place? What was heard?'

‘Well, then, I don't want, you know, to make more of it than can be helped. The thing must be stopped, that is all.'

‘What thing? Speak out Lady Arabella. I will not have Mary's conduct impugned by innuendoes. What is it that the eavesdroppers have heard?'

‘Dr Thorne, there have been no eavesdroppers.'

‘And no talebearers either? Will your ladyship oblige me by letting me know what is the accusation which you bring against my niece?'

‘There has been most positively an offer made, Dr Thorne.'

‘And who made it?'

‘Oh, of course I am not going to say but what Frank must have been very imprudent. Of course he has been to blame. There has been fault on both sides, no doubt.'

‘I utterly deny it. I positively deny it. I know nothing of the circumstances; have heard nothing about it –'

‘Then of course you can't say,' said Lady Arabella.

‘I know nothing of the circumstance; have heard nothing about it,' continued Dr Thorne; ‘but I do know my niece, and am ready to assert that there has not been fault on both sides. Whether there has been any fault on any side, that I do not yet know.'

‘I can assure you, Dr Thorne, that an offer was made by Frank; such an offer cannot be without its allurements to a young lady circumstanced like your niece.'

‘Allurements!' almost shouted the doctor, and, as he did so, Lady Arabella stepped back a pace or two, retreating from the fire which shot out of his eyes. ‘But the truth is, Lady Arabella, you do not know my niece. If you will have the goodness to let me understand what it is that you desire I will tell you whether I can comply with your wishes.'

‘Of course it will be very inexpedient that the young people should be thrown together again; – for the present, I mean.'

‘Well!'

‘Frank has now gone to Courcy Castle; and he talks of going from thence to Cambridge. But he will doubtless be here, backwards and forwards; and perhaps it will be better for all parties –
safer, that is, doctor – if Miss Thorne were to discontinue her visits to Greshamsbury for a while.'

‘Very well!' thundered out the doctor. ‘Her visits to Greshamsbury shall be discontinued.'

‘Of course, doctor, this won't change the intercourse between us; between you and the family.'

‘Not change it!' said he. ‘Do you think that I will break bread in a house from whence she has been ignominiously banished? Do you think that I can sit down in friendship with those who have spoken of her as you have now spoken? You have many daughters; what would you say if I accused one of them as you have accused her?'

‘Accused, doctor! No, I don't accuse her. But prudence, you know, does sometimes require us –'

‘Very well; prudence requires you to look after those who belong to you; and prudence also requires me to look after my one lamb. Good morning, Lady Arabella.'

‘But, doctor, you are not going to quarrel with us? You will come when we want you; eh! won't you?'

Quarrel! quarrel with Greshamsbury! Angry as he was, the doctor felt that he could ill bear to quarrel with Greshamsbury. A man past fifty cannot easily throw over the ties that have taken twenty years to form, and wrench himself away from the various close ligatures with which, in such a period, he has become bound. He could not quarrel with the squire; he could ill bear to quarrel with Frank; though he now began to conceive that Frank had used him badly, he could not do so; he could not quarrel with the children, who had almost been born into his arms; nor even with the very walls, and trees, and grassy knolls with which he was so dearly intimate. He could not proclaim himself an enemy to Greshamsbury; and yet he felt that fealty to Mary required of him that, for the present, he should put on an enemy's guise.