The Great Wharton Alliance
When Mr. Wharton got home on that day he said not a word to Emily as
to Arthur Fletcher. He had resolved to take various courses,--first
to tell her roundly that she was neglecting her duty to herself and
to her family, and that he would no longer take her part and be
her good friend unless she would consent to marry the man whom she
had confessed that she loved. But as he thought of this he became
aware,--first that he could not carry out such a threat, and then
that he would lack even the firmness to make it. There was something
in her face, something even in her dress, something in her whole
manner to himself, which softened him and reduced him to vassalage
directly he saw her. Then he determined to throw himself on her
compassion and to implore her to put an end to all this misery by
making herself happy. But as he drew near home he found himself
unable to do even this. How is a father to beseech his widowed
daughter to give herself away in a second marriage? And therefore
when he entered the house and found her waiting for him, he said
nothing. At first she looked at him wistfully,--anxious to learn by
his face whether her lover had been with him. But when he spoke not a
word, simply kissing her in his usual quiet way, she became cheerful
in manner and communicative. "Papa," she said, "I have had a letter
from Mary."
"Well, my dear."
"Just a nice chatty letter,--full of Everett, of course."
"Everett is a great man now."
"I am sure that you are very glad that he is what he is. Will you see
Mary's letter?" Mr. Wharton was not specially given to reading young
ladies' correspondence, and did not know why this particular letter
should be offered to him. "You don't suspect anything at Wharton, do
you?" she asked.
"Suspect anything! No; I don't suspect anything." But now, having had
his curiosity aroused, he took the letter which was offered to him
and read it. The letter was as follows:--
Wharton, Thursday.
DEAREST EMILY,--
We all hope that you had a pleasant journey up to London,
and that Mr. Wharton is quite well. Your brother Everett
came over to Longbarns the day after you started and drove
me back to Wharton in the dog-cart. It was such a pleasant
journey, though, now I remember, it rained all the way.
But Everett has always so much to say that I didn't mind
the rain. I think it will end in John taking the hounds.
He says he won't, because he does not wish to be the slave
of the whole county;--but he says it in that sort of way
that we all think he means to do it. Everett tells him
that he ought, because he is the only hunting man on this
side of the county who can afford to do it without feeling
it much; and of course what Everett says will go a long
way with him. Sarah [Sarah was John Fletcher's wife] is
rather against it. But if he makes up his mind she'll be
sure to turn round. Of course it makes us all very anxious
at present to know how it is to end, for the Master of the
Hounds always is the leading man in our part of the world.
Papa went to the bench at Ross yesterday and took Everett
with him. It was the first time that Everett had sat
there. He says I am to tell his father he has not hung
anybody as yet.
They have already begun to cut down, or what they call
stubb up, Barnton Spinnies. Everett said that it is no
good keeping it as a wood, and papa agreed. So it is to go
into the home farm, and Griffiths is to pay rent for it. I
don't like having it cut down as the boys always used to
get nuts there, but Everett says it won't do to keep woods
for little boys to get nuts.
Mary Stocking has been very ill since you went, and I'm
afraid she won't last long. When they get to be so very
bad with rheumatism I almost think it's wrong to pray for
them, because they are in so much pain. We thought at one
time that mamma's ointment had done her good, but when we
came to inquire, we found she had swallowed it. Wasn't it
dreadful? But it didn't seem to do her any harm. Everett
says that it wouldn't make any difference which she did.
Papa is beginning to be afraid that Everett is a
Radical. But I'm sure he's not. He says he is as good a
Conservative as there is in all Herefordshire, only that
he likes to know what is to be conserved. Papa said after
dinner yesterday that everything English ought to be
maintained. Everett said that according to that we should
have kept the Star Chamber. "Of course I would," said
papa. Then they went at it, hammer and tongs. Everett had
the best of it. At any rate he talked the longest. But I
do hope he is not a Radical. No country gentleman ought to
be a Radical. Ought he, dear?
Mrs. Fletcher says you are to get the lozenges at Squire's
in Oxford Street, and be sure to ask for the Vade mecum
lozenges. She is all in a flutter about the hounds. She
says she hopes John will do nothing of the kind because of
the expense; but we all know that she would like him to
have them. The subscription is not very good, only £1500,
and it would cost him ever so much a year. But everybody
says that he is very rich and that he ought to do it. If
you see Arthur give him our love. Of course a member of
Parliament is too busy to write letters. But I don't think
Arthur ever was good at writing. Everett says that men
never ought to write letters. Give my love to Mr. Wharton.
I am, dearest Emily,
Your most affectionate Cousin,
MARY WHARTON.
"Everett is a fool," said Mr. Wharton as soon as he had read the
letter.
"Why is he a fool, papa?"
"Because he will quarrel with Sir Alured about politics before he
knows where he is. What business has a young fellow like that to have
an opinion either one side or the other, before his betters?"
"But Everett always had strong opinions."
"It didn't matter as long as he only talked nonsense at a club in
London, but now he'll break that old man's heart."
"But, papa, don't you see anything else?"
"I see that John Fletcher is going to make an ass of himself and
spend a thousand a year in keeping up a pack of hounds for other
people to ride after."
"I think I see something else besides that."
"What do you see?"
"Would it annoy you if Everett were to become engaged to Mary?"
Then Mr. Wharton whistled. "To be sure she does put his name into
every line of her letter. No; it wouldn't annoy me. I don't see why
he shouldn't marry his second cousin if he likes. Only if he is
engaged to her, I think it odd that he shouldn't write and tell us."
"I'm sure he's not engaged to her yet. She wouldn't write at all in
that way if they were engaged. Everybody would be told at once, and
Sir Alured would never be able to keep it a secret. Why should there
be a secret? But I'm sure she is very fond of him. Mary would never
write about any man in that way unless she were beginning to be
attached to him."
About ten days after this there came two letters from Wharton Hall to
Manchester Square, the shortest of which shall be given first. It ran
as follows:--
MY DEAR FATHER,--
I have proposed to my cousin Mary, and she has accepted
me. Everybody here seems to like the idea. I hope it will
not displease you. Of course you and Emily will come down.
I will tell you when the day is fixed.
Your affectionate son,
EVERETT WHARTON.
This the old man read as he sat at breakfast with his daughter
opposite to him, while Emily was reading a very much longer letter
from the same house. "So it's going to be just as you guessed," he
said.
"I was quite sure of it, papa. Is that from Everett? Is he very
happy?"
"Upon my word, I can't say whether he's happy or not. If he had got a
new horse he would have written at much greater length about it. It
seems, however, to be quite fixed."
"Oh, yes. This is from Mary. She is happy at any rate. I suppose men
never say so much about these things as women."
"May I see Mary's letter?"
"I don't think it would be quite fair, papa. It's only a girl's
rhapsody about the man she loves,--very nice and womanly, but not
intended for any one but me. It does not seem that they mean to wait
very long."
"Why should they wait? Is any day fixed?"
"Mary says that Everett talks about the middle of May. Of course you
will go down."
"We must both go."
"You will at any rate. Don't promise for me just at present. It must
make Sir Alured very happy. It is almost the same as finding himself
at last with a son of his own. I suppose they will live at Wharton
altogether now,--unless Everett gets into Parliament."
But the reader may see the young lady's letter, though her future
father-in-law was not permitted to do so, and will perceive that
there was a paragraph at the close of it which perhaps was more
conducive to Emily's secrecy than her feelings as to the sacred
obligations of female correspondence.
Monday, Wharton.
DEAREST EMILY,--
I wonder whether you will be much surprised at the news
I have to tell you. You cannot be more so than I am at
having to write it. It has all been so very sudden that
I almost feel ashamed of myself. Everett has proposed
to me, and I have accepted him. There;--now you know it
all. Though you never can know how very dearly I love him
and how thoroughly I admire him. I do think that he is
everything that a man ought to be, and that I am the most
fortunate young woman in the world. Only isn't it odd
that I should always have to live all my life in the same
house, and never change my name,--just like a man, or an
old maid? But I don't mind that because I do love him so
dearly and because he is so good. I hope he will write
to you and tell you that he likes me. He has written to
Mr. Wharton, I know. I was sitting by him and his letter
didn't take him a minute. But he says that long letters
about such things only give trouble. I hope you won't
think my letter troublesome. He is not sitting by me now
but has gone over to Longbarns to help to settle about
the hounds. John is going to have them after all. I wish
it hadn't happened just at this time because all the
gentlemen do think so much about it. Of course Everett is
one of the committee.
Papa and mamma are both very, very glad of it. Of course
it is nice for them as it will keep Everett and me here.
If I had married anybody else,--though I am sure I never
should,--she would have been very lonely. And of course
papa likes to think that Everett is already one of us.
I hope they never will quarrel about politics; but, as
Everett says, the world does change as it goes on, and
young men and old men never will think quite the same
about things. Everett told papa the other day that if he
could be put back a century he would be a Radical. Then
there were ever so many words. But Everett always laughs,
and at last papa comes round.
I can't tell you, my dear, what a fuss we are in already
about it all. Everett wants to have our marriage early in
May, so that we may have two months in Switzerland before
London is what he calls turned loose. And papa says that
there is no use in delaying, because he gets older every
day. Of course that is true of everybody. So that we are
all in a flutter about getting things. Mamma did talk of
going up to town, but I believe they have things now quite
as good at Hereford. Sarah, when she was married, had all
her things from London, but they say that there has been a
great change since that. I am sure that I think that you
may get anything you want at Muddocks and Cramble's. But
mamma says I am to have my veil from Howell and James's.
Of course you and Mr. Wharton will come. I shan't think it
any marriage without. Papa and mamma talk of it as quite
of course. You know how fond papa is of the bishop. I
think he will marry us. I own I should like to be married
by a bishop. It would make it so sweet and so solemn. Mr.
Higgenbottom could of course assist;--but he is such an
odd old man, with his snuff and his spectacles always
tumbling off, that I shouldn't like to have no one else. I
have often thought that if it were only for marrying
people we ought to have a nicer rector at Wharton.
Almost all the tenants have been to wish me joy. They are
very fond of Everett already, and now they feel that there
will never be any very great change. I do think it is the
very best thing that could be done, even if it were not
that I am so thoroughly in love with him. I didn't think I
should ever be able to own that I was in love with a man;
but now I feel quite proud of it. I don't mind telling you
because he is your brother, and I think that you will be
glad of it.
He talks very often about you. Of course you know what
it is that we all wish. I love Arthur Fletcher almost
as much as if he were my brother. He is my sister's
brother-in-law, and if he could become my husband's
brother-in-law too, I should be so happy. Of course we all
know that he wishes it. Write immediately to wish me joy.
Perhaps you could go to Howell and James's about the veil.
And promise to come to us in May. Sarah says the veil
ought to cost about thirty pounds.
Dearest, dearest Emily,
I shall so soon be your most affectionate sister,
MARY WHARTON.
Emily's answer was full of warm, affectionate congratulations. She
had much to say in favour of Everett. She promised to use all her
little skill at Howell and James's. She expressed a hope that the
overtures to be made in regard to the bishop might be successful. And
she made kind remarks even as to Muddocks and Cramble. But she would
not promise that she herself would be at Wharton on the happy day.
"Dear Mary," she said, "remember what I have suffered, and that
I cannot be quite as other people are. I could not stand at your
marriage in black clothes,--nor should I have the courage even if I
had the will to dress myself in others." None of the Whartons had
come to her wedding. There was no feeling of anger now left as to
that. She was quite aware that they had done right to stay away. But
the very fact that it had been right that they should stay away would
make it wrong that the widow of Ferdinand Lopez should now assist at
the marriage of one Wharton to another. This was all that a marriage
ought to be; whereas that had been--all that a marriage ought not to
be. In answer to the paragraph about Arthur Fletcher Emily Lopez had
not a word to say.
Soon after this, early in April, Everett came up to town. Though his
bride might be content to get her bridal clothes in Hereford, none
but a London tailor could decorate him properly for such an occasion.
During these last weeks Arthur Fletcher had not been seen in
Manchester Square; nor had his name been mentioned there by Mr.
Wharton. Of anything that may have passed between them Emily was
altogether ignorant. She observed, or thought that she observed, that
her father was more silent with her,--perhaps less tender than he had
been since the day on which her husband had perished. His manner of
life was the same. He almost always dined at home in order that she
might not be alone, and made no complaint as to her conduct. But she
could see that he was unhappy, and she knew the cause of his grief.
"I think, papa," she said one day, "that it would be better that I
should go away." This was on the day before Everett's arrival,--of
which, however, he had given no notice.
"Go away! Where would you go to?"
"It does not matter. I do not make you happy."
"What do you mean? Who says that I am not happy? Why do you talk like
that?"
"Do not be angry with me. Nobody says so. I can see it well enough. I
know how good you are to me, but I am making your life wretched. I am
a wet blanket to you, and yet I cannot help myself. If I could only
go somewhere, where I could be of use."
"I don't know what you mean. This is your proper home."
"No;--it is not my home. I ought to have forfeited it. I ought to go
where I could work and be of some use in the world."
"You might be of use if you chose, my dear. Your proper career is
before you if you would condescend to accept it. It is not for me
to persuade you, but I can see and feel the truth. Till you bring
yourself to do that, your days will be blighted,--and so will mine.
You have made one great mistake in life. Stop a moment. I do not
speak often, but I wish you to listen to me now. Such mistakes do
generally produce misery and ruin to all who are concerned. With you
it chances that it may be otherwise. You can put your foot again upon
the firm ground and recover everything. Of course there must be a
struggle. One person has to struggle with circumstances, another
with his foes, and a third with his own feelings. I can understand
that there should be such a struggle with you; but it ought to be
made. You ought to be brave enough and strong enough to conquer your
regrets, and to begin again. In no other way can you do anything
for me or for yourself. To talk of going away is childish nonsense.
Whither would you go? I shall not urge you any more, but I would not
have you talk to me in that way." Then he got up and left the room
and the house, and went down to his club,--in order that she might
think of what he had said in solitude.
And she did think of it;--but still continually with an assurance to
herself that her father did not understand her feelings. The career
of which he spoke was no doubt open to her, but she could not regard
it as that which it was proper that she should fulfil, as he did.
When she told her lover that she had lain among the pots till she
was black and defiled, she expressed in the strongest language that
which was her real conviction. He did not think her to have been
defiled,--or at any rate thought that she might again bear the wings
of a dove; but she felt it, and therefore knew herself to be unfit.
She had said it all to her lover in the strongest words she could
find, but she could not repeat them to her father. The next morning
when he came into the parlour where she was already sitting, she
looked up at him almost reproachfully. Did he think that a woman was
a piece of furniture which you can mend, and revarnish, and fit out
with new ornaments, and then send out for use, second-hand indeed,
but for all purposes as good as new?
Then, while she was in this frame of mind, Everett came in upon her
unawares, and with his almost boisterous happiness succeeded for a
while in changing the current of her thoughts. He was of course now
uppermost in his own thoughts. The last few months had made so much
of him that he might be excused for being unable to sink himself in
the presence of others. He was the heir to the baronetcy,--and to the
double fortunes of the two old men. And he was going to be married in
a manner as every one told him to increase the glory and stability of
the family. "It's all nonsense about your not coming down," he said.
She smiled and shook her head. "I can only tell you that it will give
the greatest offence to every one. If you knew how much they talk
about you down there I don't think you would like to hurt them."
"Of course I would not like to hurt them."
"And considering that you have no other brother--"
"Oh, Everett!"
"I think more about it, perhaps, than you do. I think you owe it me
to come down. You will never probably have another chance of being
present at your brother's marriage." This he said in a tone that was
almost lachrymose.
"A wedding, Everett, should be merry."
"I don't know about that. It is a very serious sort of thing to my
way of thinking. When Mary got your letter it nearly broke her heart.
I think I have a right to expect it, and if you don't come I shall
feel myself injured. I don't see what is the use of having a family
if the members of it do not stick together. What would you think if I
were to desert you?"
"Desert you, Everett?"
"Well, yes;--it is something of the kind. I have made my request, and
you can comply with it or not as you please."
"I will go," she said very slowly. Then she left him and went to her
own room to think in what description of garment she could appear at
a wedding with the least violence to the conditions of her life.
"I have got her to say she'll come," he said to his father that
evening. "If you leave her to me, I'll bring her round."
Soon after that,--within a day or two,--there came out a paragraph in
one of the fashionable newspapers of the day, saying that an alliance
had been arranged between the heir to the Wharton title and property
and the daughter of the present baronet. I think that this had
probably originated in the club gossip. I trust it did not spring
directly from the activity or ambition of Everett himself.