But just now you were speaking of Francis, and the fear of his wanting to be a dentist!""Well, I am now speaking of Michael's wanting to be a musician. Of course that is utterly out of the question. If, as he says, he has sent in his resignation, he will just have to beg them to cancel it. Michael seems not to have the slightest idea of the duties which his birth and position entail on him. Unfitted for the life he now leads . . . waste of time. . . . Instead he proposes to go to Baireuth in August, and then to settle down in London to study!"Lady Ashbridge recollected the almanac.
"That will be in September, then," she said. "I do not think I was ever in London in September. I did not know that anybody was.""The point, my dear, is not how or where you have been accustomed to spend your Septembers," said her husband. "What we are talking about is--""Yes, dear, I know quite well what we are talking about," said she.
"We are talking about Michael not studying music all September."Lord Ashbridge got up and began walking across the terrace opposite the tea-table with his elbows stuck out and his feet lifted rather high.
"Michael doesn't seem to realise that he is not Tom or Dick or Harry," said he. "Music, indeed! I'm musical myself; all we Combers are musical. But Michael is my only son, and it really distresses me to see how little sense he has of his responsibilities. Amusements are all very well; it is not that Iwant to cut him off his amusements, but when it comes to a career--"Lady Ashbridge was surreptitiously engaged in pouring out a little more cream for Petsy, and her husband, turning rather sooner than she had expected, caught her in the act.
"Do not give Petsy any more cream," he said, with some asperity; "Iabsolutely forbid it."
Lady Ashbridge quite composedly replaced the cream-jug.
"Poor Petsy!" she observed.
"I ask you to attend to me, Marion," he said.
"But I am attending to you very well, Robert," said she, "and Iunderstand you perfectly. You do not want Michael to be a musician in September and wear long hair and perhaps play at concerts. I am sure I quite agree with you, for such a thing would be as unheard of in my family as in yours. But how do you propose to stop it?""I shall use my authority," he said, stepping a little higher.
"Yes, dear, I am sure you will. But what will happen if Michael doesn't pay any attention to your authority? You will be worse off than ever. Poor Michael is very obedient when he is told to do anything he intends to do, but when he doesn't agree it is difficult to do anything with him. And, you see, he is quite independent of you with my mother having left him so much money.
Poor mamma!"
Lord Ashbridge felt strongly about this.
"It was a most extraordinary disposition of her property for your mother to make," he observed. "It has given Michael an independence which I much deplore. And she did it in direct opposition to my wishes."This touched on one of the questions about which Lady Ashbridge had her convictions. She had a mild but unalterable opinion that when anybody died, all that they had previously done became absolutely flawless and laudable.
"Mamma did as she thought right with her property," she said, "and it is not for us to question it. She was conscientiousness itself.
You will have to excuse my listening to any criticism you may feel inclined to make about her, Robert.""Certainly, my dear. I only want you to listen to me about Michael. You agree with me on the impossibility of his adopting a musical career. I cannot, at present, think so ill of Michael as to suppose that he will defy our joint authority.""Michael has a great will of his own," she remarked. "He gets that from you, Robert, though he gets his money from his grandmother."The futility of further discussion with his wife began to dawn on Lord Ashbridge, as it dawned on everybody who had the privilege of conversing with her. Her mind was a blind alley that led nowhere;it was clear that she had no idea to contribute to the subject except slightly pessimistic forebodings with which, unfortunately, he found himself secretly disposed to agree. He had always felt that Michael was an uncomfortable sort of boy; in other words, that he had the inconvenient habit of thinking things out for himself, instead of blindly accepting the conclusions of other people.
Much as Lord Ashbridge valued the sturdy independence of character which he himself enjoyed displaying, he appreciated it rather less highly when it was manifested by people who were not sensible enough to agree with him. He looked forward to Michael's arrival that evening with the feeling that there was a rebellious standard hoisted against the calm blue of the evening sky, and remembering the advent of his sister he wondered whether she would not join the insurgent. Barbara Jerome, as has been remarked, often annoyed her brother; she also genially laughed at him; but Lord Ashbridge, partly from affection, partly from a loyal family sense of clanship, always expected his sister to spend a fortnight with him in August, and would have been much hurt had she refused to do so.
Her husband, however, so far from spending a fortnight with his brother-in-law, never spent a minute in his presence if it could possibly be avoided, an arrangement which everybody concerned considered to be wise, and in the interests of cordiality.
"And Barbara comes this evening as well as Michael, does she not?"he said. "I hope she will not take Michael's part in his absurd scheme.""I have given Barbara the blue room," said Lady Ashbridge, after a little thought. "I am afraid she may bring her great dog with her.
