The Duke returned to Matching an almost broken-hearted man. He had intended to go down into Barsetshire, in reference to the coming elections;--not with the view of interfering in any unlordly, or rather, unpeerlike fashion, but thinking that if his eldest son were to stand for the county in a proper constitutional spirit, as the eldest son of so great a county magnate ought to do, his presence at Gatherum Castle, among his own people, might properly be serviceable, and would certainly be gracious. There would be no question of entertainment. His bereavement would make that impossible. But there would come from his presence a certain savour of proprietorship, and a sense of power, which would be beneficial to his son, and would not, as the Duke thought, be contrary to the spirit of the constitution. But all this was now at an end. He told himself that he did not care how the elections might go;--that he did not care much how anything might go.
Silverbridge might stand for Silverbridge if he so pleased. He would give neither assistance nor obstruction, either in the county or in the borough. He wrote to this effect to his agent, Mr Morton;--but at the same time desired that gentleman to pay Lord Silverbridge's electioneering expenses, feeling it to be his duty as a father to do so much for his son.
But though he endeavoured to engage his thoughts in these parliamentary matters, though he tried to make himself believe that this political apostasy was the trouble which vexed him, in truth that other misery was so crushing, as to make the affairs of his son insignificant. How should he express himself to her? That was the thought present to his mind as he went down to Matching.
Should he content himself with simply telling her that such a wish on her part was disgraceful, and that it could never be fulfilled; or should he argue the matter with her, endeavouring as he did so to persuade her gently that she was wrong to place her affections so low, and so to obtain from her an assurance that the idea should be abandoned?
The latter course would be infinitely the better,--if only he could accomplish it. But he was conscious of his own hardness of manner, and was aware that he had never succeeded in establishing confidence between himself and his daughter. It was a thing for which he had longed,--as a plain girl might long to possess the charms of an acknowledged beauty;--as a poor little fellow, five feet in height, might long to a cubit added to his stature.
Though he was angry with her, how willingly would he take her into his arms and assure her of his forgiveness! How anxious he would be to make her understand that nothing should be spared by him to add beauty and grace to her life! Only, as a matter of course, Mr Tregear must be abandoned. But he knew of himself that he would not know how to begin to be tender and forgiving. He knew that he would not know not to be stern and hard.
But he must find out the history of it all. No doubt the man had been his son's friend, and had joined the party in Italy at his son's instance. But yet he had come to entertain the idea that Mrs Finn had been the great promoter of this sin, and he thought that Tregear had told him that that lady had been concerned with the matter from the beginning. In all this there was a craving in his heart to lessen the amount of culpable responsibility which might seem to attach itself to the wife he had lost.
He reached Matching about eight, and ordered his dinner to be brought to him in his own study. When Lady Mary came to welcome him, he kissed her forehead, and bade her to come to him after his dinner. 'Shall I not sit with you, papa, whilst you are eating it?' she asked; but he merely told her that he would not trouble her to do that. Even in saying this, he was so unusually tender to her that she assured herself that her lover had not as yet told his tale.
The Duke's meals were generally not feasts for a Lucullus. No man living, perhaps, cared less what he ate, or knew less what he drank. In such matters he took what was provided for him, making his dinner off the first bit of meat that was brought, and simply ignoring anything offered to him afterwards. And he would drink what wine the servant gave him, mixing it, whatever it might be, with seltzer water. He had never been given much the pleasures of the table; but this habit of simplicity had grown on him of late, till the Duchess used to tell him that his wants were so few that it was a pity he was not a hermit, vowed to poverty.
Very shortly a message was brought to Lady Mary, saying that her father wished to see her. She went at once, and found him seated on a sofa, which stood close along the bookshelves on one side of the room. The table had already been cleared, and he was alone. He not only was alone, but had not even a pamphlet or newspaper in his hand.
Then she knew that Tregear must have told the story. As his occurred to her, her legs almost gave way under her. 'Come and sit down, Mary,' he said, pointing to the seat on the sofa beside himself.
She sat down and took one of his hands within her own. Then, as he did not begin at once, she asked a question. 'Will Silverbridge stand for the county, papa?'
'No, my dear.'
'But for the town.'
'Yes, my dear.'
'And he won't be a Liberal?'
'I am afraid not. It is a cause of great unhappiness to me; but I do not know that I should be justified in any absolute opposition.
A man is entitled to his own opinion, even though he be a very young man.'
'I am so sorry that it should be so, papa, because it vexes you.'
'I have many things to vex me;--things to break my heart.'
'Poor mamma!' she exclaimed.
'Yes; that above all others. But life and death are in God's hands, and even though we may complain we can alter nothing. But whatever our sorrows are, while we are here we must do our duty.'
'I suppose he may be a good Member of Parliament, though he has turned Conservative.'
'I am not thinking about your brother. I am thinking about you.'
The poor girl gave a little start on the sofa. 'Do you know-Mr Tregear?' he added.
