THE PRIME MINISTER (105 page)

‘You won’t be angry with him, papa!’

‘It’s no good being angry. No; – I’m not angry. Only it seems that everybody
is uncommonly well pleased without thinking who has to pay for the piper.’

On that evening, at Wharton, Emily still wore her mourning dress. No one, indeed, dared to speak to her on the subject, and Mary was even afraid lest she might appear in black on the following day. We all know in what condition is a house on the eve of a marriage, – how the bride feels that all the world is going to be
changed, and that therefore everything is for the moment disjointed; and how the rest of the household, including the servants, are led to share the feeling. Everett was of course away. He was over at Longbarns with the Fletchers, and was to be brought to Wharton Church on the following morning. Old Mrs Fletcher was at Wharton Hall, – and the bishop, whose services had been happily secured. He was
formally introduced to Mrs Lopez, the use of the name for the occasion being absolutely necessary, and with all the smiling urbanity, which as a bishop he was bound to possess, he was hardly able not to be funereal as he looked at her and remembered her story. Before the evening was over Mrs Fletcher did venture to give a hint. ‘We are so glad you have come, my dear.’

‘I could not stay when Everett
said he wished it.’

‘It would have been wrong; yes, my dear, – wrong. It is your duty, and the duty of us all, to subordinate our feelings to those of others. Even sorrow may be selfish.’ Poor Emily listened, but could make no reply. ‘It is sometimes harder for us to be mindful of others in our grief than in our joy. You should remember, dear, that there are some who will never be light-hearted
again till they see you smile.’

‘Do not say that, Mrs Fletcher.’

‘It is quite true; – and right that you should think of it. It will be particularly necessary that you should think of it to-morrow. You will have to wear a light dress, and– ’

‘I have come provided,’ said the widow.

‘Try then to make your heart as light as your frock. You will be doing it for Everett’s sake, and for your father’s,
and for Mary’s sake – and Arthur’s. You will be doing it for the sake of all of us on a day that should be joyous.’ She could not make any promise in reply to this homily, but in her heart of hearts she acknowledged that it was
true, and declared to herself that she would make the effort required of her.

On the following morning the house was of course in confusion. There was to be a breakfast
after the service, and after the breakfast the bride was to be taken away in a carriage and four as far as Hereford on her route to Paris; – but before the great breakfast there was of course a subsidiary breakfast, – or how could bishop, bride, or bridesmaids have sustained the ceremony? At this meal Emily did not appear, having begged for a cup of tea in her own room. The carriages to take the
party to the church, which was but the other side of the park, were ordered at eleven, and at a quarter before eleven she appeared for the first time in her grey silk dress, and without a widow’s cap. Everything was very plain, but the alteration was so great that it was impossible not to look at her. Even her father had not seen the change before. Not a word was said, though old Mrs Fletcher’s thanks
were implied by the graciousness of her smile. As there were four bridesmaids and four other ladies besides the bride herself, in a few minutes she became obscured by the brightness of the others; – and then they were all packed in their carriages and taken to the church. The eyes which she most dreaded did not meet hers till they were all standing round the altar. It was only then that she
saw Arthur Fletcher, who was there as her brother’s best man, and it was then that he took her hand and held it for half a minute as though he never meant to part with it, hidden behind the widespread glories of the bridesmaids’ finery.

The marriage was sweet and solemn as a kind-hearted bishop could make it, and all the ladies looked particularly well. The veil from London – with the orange
wreath, also metropolitan – was perfect, and as for the dress, I doubt whether any woman would have known it to be provincial. Everett looked the rising baronet, every inch of him, and the old barrister smiled and seemed, at least, to be well pleased. Then came the breakfast, and the speech-making, in which Arthur Fletcher shone triumphantly. It was a very nice wedding, and Mary Wharton – as she had
been and still was – felt herself for a moment to be a heroine. But, through it all, there was present to the hearts of most of them a feeling that much more was to be effected, if possible, than this simple and cosy marriage, and that the fate of Mary Wharton was hardly so important to them as that of Emily Lopez.

When the carriage and four was gone there came upon the household the difficulty
usual on such occasions of getting through the rest of the day. The bridesmaids retired and repacked their splendours so that they might come out fresh for other second-rate needs, and with the bridesmaids went the widow. Arthur Fletcher remained at Wharton with all the other Fletchers for the night, and was prepared to renew his suit on that very day, if an opportunity were given him; but Emily
did not again show herself till a few minutes before dinner, and then she came down with all the appurtenances of mourning which she usually wore. The grey silk had been put on for the marriage ceremony, and for that only. ‘You should have kept your dress at any rate for the day,’ said Mrs Fletcher. She replied that she had changed it for Everett, and that as Everett was gone there was no further
need for her to wear clothes unfitted to her position. Arthur would have cared very little for the clothes could he have had his way with the woman who wore them; – could he have had his way even so far as to have found himself alone with her for half-an-hour. But no such chance was his. She retreated from the party early, and did not show herself on the following morning till after he had started
for Longbarns.

All the Fletchers went back, – not, however, with any intention on the part of Arthur to abandon his immediate attempt. The distance between the houses was not so great but that he could drive himself over at any time. ‘I shall go now,’ he said to Mr Wharton, ‘because I have promised John to fish with him to-morrow, but I shall come over on Monday or Tuesday, and stay till I go
back to town. I hope she will at any rate let me speak to her.’ The father said he would do his best, but that that obstinate resumption of her weeds on her brother’s very wedding day had nearly broken his heart.

When the Fletchers were back at Longbarns, the two ladies were very severe on her. ‘It was downright obstinacy,’ said the squire’s wife, ‘and it almost makes me think it would serve
her right to leave her as she is.’

‘It’s pride,’ said the old lady. ‘She won’t give way. I said ever so much to her, but it’s no use. I feel it the more because we have all gone so much out of the way to be good to her after she had made such a fool of herself. If it goes on much longer, I shall never forgive her again.’

‘You’ll have to forgive her, mother,’ said her eldest son, ‘let her sins
be what they may, – or else you’ll have to quarrel with Arthur.’

‘I do think it’s very hard,’ said the old lady, taking herself out of the room. And it was hard. The offence in the first instance had been very great and the forgiveness very difficult. But Mrs Fletcher had lived long enough to know that when sons are thoroughly respectable a widowed mother has to do their bidding.

Emily, through
the whole wedding day, and the next day, and day after day, remembered Mrs Fletcher’s words. ‘There are some who will never be light-hearted again till they see you smile.’ And the old woman had named her dearest friends, and had ended by naming Arthur Fletcher. She had then acknowledged to herself that it was her duty to smile in order that others might smile also. But how is one to smile with
a heavy heart? Should one smile and lie? And how long and to what good purpose can such forced contentment last? She had marred her whole life. In former days she had been proud of all her virgin glories, – proud of her intellect, proud of her beauty, proud of that obeisance which beauty, birth, and intellect combined, exact from all comers. She had been ambitious as to her future life; – had intended
to be careful not to surrender herself to some empty fool; – had thought herself well qualified to pick her own steps. And this had come of it! They told her that she might still make everything right, annul the past and begin the world again as fresh as ever, – if she would only smile and study to forget! Do it for the sake of others, they said, and then it will be done for yourself also.
But she could not conquer the past. The fire and water of repentance, adequate as they may be for eternity, cannot burn out or wash away the remorse of this life. They scorch and choke; – and unless it be so there is no repentance. So she told herself, – and yet it was her duty to be light-hearted that others around her might not be made miserable by her sorrow! If she could be in truth light-hearted,
then would she know herself to be unfeeling and worthless.

On the third day after the marriage Arthur Fletcher came back to Wharton with the declared intention of remaining there till the end of the holidays. She could make no objection to such an arrangement, nor could she hasten her own return to London. That had been fixed before her departure, and was to be made together with her father.
She felt that she was being attacked with unfair weapons, and that
undue advantage was taken of the sacrifice which she had made for her brother’s sake. And yet, – yet how good to her they all were! How wonderful was it that after the thing she had done, after the disgrace she had brought on herself and them, after the destruction of all that pride which had once been hers, they should still wish
to have her among them! As for him, – of whom she was always thinking, – of what nature must be his love, when he was willing to take to himself as his wife such a thing as she had made herself! But, thinking of this, she would only tell herself that, as he would not protect himself, she was bound to be his protector. Yes; – she would protect him, though she could dream of a world of joy that
might be hers if she could dare to do as he would ask her.

He caught her at last, and forced her to come out with him into the grounds. He could tell his tale better as he walked by her side than sitting restlessly on a chair or moving awkwardly about the room, as on such an occasion he would be sure to do. Within four walls she would have some advantage over him. She could sit still and be dignified
in her stillness. But in the open air, when they would both be on their legs, she might not be so powerful with him, and he perhaps might be stronger with her. She could not refuse him when he asked her to walk with him. And why should she refuse him? Of course he must be allowed to utter his prayer, – and then she must be allowed to make her answer. ‘I think the marriage went off very well,’
he said.

‘Very well. Everett ought to be a happy man.’

‘No doubt he will be, – when he settles down to something. Everything will come right for him. With some people things seem to go smooth; don’t they? They have not hitherto gone smoothly with you and me, Emily.’

‘You are prosperous. You have everything before you that a man can wish, if only you will allow yourself to think so. Your profession
is successful, and you are in Parliament, and everyone likes you.’

‘It is all nothing.’

‘That is the general discontent of the world.’

‘It is all nothing, – unless I have you too. Remember that I had said so long before I was successful, when I did not dream of Parliament; before we had heard of the name of the man who came between me and my happiness. I think I am entitled to be believed
when I say so. I think I know my own mind. There are many men who would have been changed by the episode of such a marriage.’

‘You ought to have been changed by it, – and by its result.’

‘It had no such effect. Here I am, after it all, telling you as I used to tell you before, that I have to look to you for my happiness.’

‘You should be ashamed to confess it, Arthur.’

‘Never; – not to you,
nor to all the world. I know what it has been. I know you are not now as you were then. You have been his wife, and are now his widow.’

‘That should be enough.’

‘But, such as you are, my happiness is in your hands. If it were not so, do you think that all my family as well as yours would join in wishing that you may become my wife? There is nothing to conceal. When you married that man, you
know what my mother thought of it; and what John thought of it, and his wife. They had wanted you to be my wife; and they want it now, – because they are anxious for my happiness. And your father wishes it, and your brother wishes it, – because they trust me, and think that I should be a good husband to you.’

‘Good!’ she exclaimed, hardly knowing what she meant by repeating the word.

‘After
that you have no right to set yourself up to judge what may be best for my happiness. They who know how to judge are all united. Whatever you may have been, they believe that it will be good for me that you should now be my wife. After that you must talk about me no longer, unless you will talk of my wishes.’

‘Do you think I am not anxious for your happiness?’

‘I do not know; – but I shall find
out in time. That is what I have to say about myself. And as to you, is it not much the same? I know you love me. Whatever the feeling was that overcame you as to that other man, – it has gone. I cannot now stop to be tender and soft in my words. The thing to be said is too serious to me. And every friend you have wants you to marry the man you love, and to put an end to the desolation which you
have brought on yourself. There is not one among us all, Fletchers and Whartons, whose comfort does not more or less depend on your sacrificing the luxury of your own woe.’

‘Luxury!’

‘Yes; luxury. No man ever had a right to say more positively to a woman that it was her duty to marry him, than I have to you. And I do say it. I say it on behalf of all of us, that it is your duty. I won’t talk
of my own love now, because you know it. You cannot doubt it I won’t even talk of yours, because I am sure of it. But I say that it is your duty to give up drowning us all in tears, burying us in desolation. You are one of us, and should do as all of us wish you. If, indeed, you could not love me it would be different. There! I have said what I’ve got to say. You are crying, and I will not take your
answer now. I will come to you again to-morrow, and then you shall answer me. But, remember when you do so that the happiness of many people depends on what you say.’ Then he left her very suddenly and hurried back to the house by himself.