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<h4>CHAPTER XVIII.</h4>
<h3>THE ATTORNEY'S FAMILY IS DISTURBED.<br/> </h3>
<p>On that Wednesday evening Mary Masters said nothing to any of her
family as to the invitation from Lady Ushant. She very much wished to
accept it. Latterly, for the last month or two, her distaste to the
kind of life for which her stepmother was preparing her, had
increased upon her greatly. There had been days in which she had
doubted whether it might not be expedient that she should accept Mr.
Twentyman's offer. She believed no ill of him. She thought him to be
a fine manly young fellow with a good heart and high principles. She
never asked herself whether he were or were not a gentleman. She had
never even inquired of herself whether she herself were or were not
especially a lady. But with all her efforts to like the man,—because
she thought that by doing so she would relieve and please her
father,—yet he was distasteful to her; and now, since that walk home
with him from Bragton Bridge, he was more distasteful than ever. She
did not tell herself that a short visit, say for a month, to
Cheltenham, would prevent his further attentions, but she felt that
there would be a temporary escape. I do not think that she dwelt much
on the suggestion that Reginald Morton should be her companion on the
journey,—but the idea of such companionship, even for a short time,
was pleasant to her. If he did this surely then he would forgive her
for having left him at the bridge. She had much to think of before
she could resolve how she should tell her tidings. Should she show
the letter first to her stepmother or to her father? In the ordinary
course of things in that house the former course would be expected.
It was Mrs. Masters who managed everything affecting the family. It
was she who gave permission or denied permission for every
indulgence. She was generally fair to the three girls, taking special
pride to herself for doing her duty by her stepdaughter;—but on this
very account she was the more likely to be angry if Mary passed her
by on such an occasion as this and went to her father. But should her
stepmother have once refused her permission, then the matter would
have been decided against her. It would be quite useless to appeal
from her stepmother to her father;—nor would such an appeal come
within the scope of her own principles. The Mortons, and especially
Lady Ushant, had been her father's friends in old days and she
thought that perhaps she might prevail in this case if she could
speak to her father first. She knew well what would be the great, or
rather the real objection. Her mother would not wish that she should
be removed so long from Larry Twentyman. There might be difficulties
about her clothes, but her father, she knew would be kind to her.</p>
<p>At last she made up her mind that she would ask her father. He was
always at his office-desk for half an hour in the morning, before the
clerks had come, and on the following day, a minute or two after he
had taken his seat, she knocked at the door. He was busy reading a
letter from Lord Rufford's man of business, asking him certain
questions about Goarly and almost employing him to get up the case on
Lord Rufford's behalf. There was a certain triumph to him in this. It
was not by his means that tidings had reached Lord Rufford of his
refusal to undertake Goarly's case. But Runciman, who was often
allowed by his lordship to say a few words to him in the
hunting-field, had mentioned the circumstance. "A man like Mr.
Masters is better without such a blackguard as that," the Lord had
said. Then Runciman had replied, "No doubt, my Lord; no doubt. But
Dillsborough is a poor place, and business is business, my Lord."
Then Lord Rufford had remembered it, and the letter which the
attorney was somewhat triumphantly reading had been the consequence.</p>
<p>"Is that you, Mary? What can I do for you, my love?"</p>
<p>"Papa, I want you to read this." Then Mr. Masters read the letter. "I
should so like to go."</p>
<p>"Should you, my dear?"</p>
<p>"Oh yes! Lady Ushant has been so kind to me,—all my life! And I do
so love her!"</p>
<p>"What does mamma say?"</p>
<p>"I haven't asked mamma."</p>
<p>"Is there any reason why you shouldn't go?"</p>
<p>Of that one reason,—as to Larry Twentyman,—of course she would say
nothing. She must leave him to discuss that with her mother. "I
should want some clothes, papa; a dress, and some boots, and a new
hat, and there would be money for the journey and a few other
things." The attorney winced, but at the same time remembered that
something was due to his eldest child in the way of garments and
relaxation. "I never like to be an expense, papa."</p>
<p>"You are very good about that, my dear. I don't see why you shouldn't
go. It's very kind of Lady Ushant. I'll talk to mamma." Then Mary
went away to get the breakfast, fearing that before long there would
be black looks in the house.</p>
<p>Mr. Masters at once went up to his wife,—having given himself a
minute or two to calculate that he would let Mary have twenty pounds
for the occasion,—and made his proposition. "I never heard of such
nonsense in my life," said Mrs. Masters.</p>
<p>"Nonsense,—my dear! Why should it be nonsense?"</p>
<p>"Cocking her up with Lady Ushant! What good will Lady Ushant do her?
She's not going to live with ladies of quality all her life."</p>
<p>"Why shouldn't she live with ladies?"</p>
<p>"You know what I mean, Gregory. The Mortons have dropped you, for any
use they were to you, long ago, and you may as well make up your mind
to drop them. You'll go on hankering after gentlefolks till you've
about ruined yourself."</p>
<p>When he remembered that he had that very morning received a
commission from Lord Rufford he thought that this was a little too
bad. But he was not now in a humour to make known to her this piece
of good news. "I like to feel that she has got friends," he said,
going back to Mary's proposed visit.</p>
<p>"Of course she has got friends, if she'll only take up with them as
she ought to do. Why does she go on shilly-shallying with that young
man, instead of closing upon it at once? If she did that she wouldn't
want such friends as Lady Ushant. Why did the girl come to you with
all this instead of asking me?"</p>
<p>"There would be a little money wanted."</p>
<p>"Money! Yes, I dare say. It's very easy to want money but very hard
to get it. If you send clients away out of the office with a flea in
their ear I don't see how she's to have all manner of luxuries. She
ought to have come to me."</p>
<p>"I don't see that at all, my dear."</p>
<p>"If I'm to look after her she shall be said by me;—that's all. I've
done for her just as I have for my own and I'm not going to have her
turn up her nose at me directly she wants anything for herself. I
know what's fit for Mary, and it ain't fit that she should go
trapesing away to Cheltenham, doing nothing in that old woman's
parlour, and losing her chances for life. Who is to suppose that
Larry Twentyman will go on dangling after her in this way, month
after month? The young man wants a wife, and of course he'll get
one."</p>
<p>"You can't make her marry the man if she don't like him."</p>
<p>"Like him! She ought to be made to like him. A young man well off as
he is, and she without a shilling! All that comes from Ushanting." It
never occurred to Mrs. Masters that perhaps the very qualities that
had made poor Larry so vehemently in love with Mary had come from her
intercourse with Lady Ushant. "If I'm to have my way she won't go a
yard on the way to Cheltenham."</p>
<p>"I've told her she may go," said Mr. Masters, whose mind was
wandering back to old days,—to his first wife, and to the time when
he used to be an occasional guest in the big parlour at Bragton. He
was always ready to acknowledge to himself that his present wife was
a good and helpful companion to him and a careful mother to his
children; but there were moments in which he would remember with soft
regret a different phase of his life. Just at present he was somewhat
angry, and resolving in his own mind that in this case he would have
his own way.</p>
<p>"Then I shall tell her she mayn't," said Mrs. Masters, with a look of
dogged determination.</p>
<p>"I hope you will do nothing of the kind, my dear. I've told her that
she shall have a few pounds to get what she wants, and I won't have
her disappointed." After that Mrs. Masters bounced out of the room,
and made herself very disagreeable indeed over the tea-things.</p>
<p>The whole household was much disturbed that day. Mrs. Masters said
nothing to Mary about Lady Ushant all the morning, but said a great
deal about other things. Poor Mary was asked whether she was not
ashamed to treat a young man as she was treating Mr. Twentyman. Then
again it was demanded of her whether she thought it right that all
the house should be knocked about for her. At dinner Mrs. Masters
would hardly speak to her husband but addressed herself exclusively
to Dolly and Kate. Mr. Masters was not a man who could, usually,
stand this kind of thing very long and was accustomed to give up in
despair and then take himself off to the solace of his office-chair.
But on the present occasion he went through his meal like a Spartan,
and retired from the room without a sign of surrender. In the
afternoon about five o'clock Mary watched her opportunity and found
him again alone. It was incumbent on her to reply to Lady Ushant.
Would it not be better that she should write and say how sorry she
was that she could not come? "But I want you to go," said he.</p>
<p>"Oh, papa;—I cannot bear to cause trouble."</p>
<p>"No, my dear; no; and I'm sure I don't like trouble myself. But in
this case I think you ought to go. What day has she named?" Then Mary
declared that she could not possibly go so soon as Lady Ushant had
suggested, but that she could be ready by the 18th of December. "Then
write and tell her so, my dear, and I will let your mother know that
it is fixed." But Mary still hesitated, desiring to know whether she
had not better speak to her mother first. "I think you had better
write your letter first,"—and then he absolutely made her write it
in the office and give it to him to be posted. After that he promised
to communicate to Reginald Morton what had been done.</p>
<p>The household was very much disturbed the whole of that evening. Poor
Mary never remembered such a state of things, and when there had been
any difference of opinion, she had hitherto never been the cause of
it. Now it was all owing to her! And things were said so terrible
that she hardly knew how to bear them. Her father had promised her
the twenty pounds, and it was insinuated that all the comforts of the
family must be stopped because of this lavish extravagance. Her
father sat still and bore it, almost without a word. Both Dolly and
Kate were silent and wretched. Mrs. Masters every now and then
gurgled in her throat, and three or four times wiped her eyes. "I'm
better out of the way altogether," she said at last, jumping up and
walking towards the door as though she were going to leave the
room,—and the house, for ever.</p>
<p>"Mamma," said Mary, rising from her seat, "I won't go. I'll write and
tell Lady Ushant that I can't do it."</p>
<p>"You're not to mind me," said Mrs. Masters. "You're to do what your
papa tells you. Everything that I've been striving at is to be thrown
away. I'm to be nobody, and it's quite right that your papa should
tell you so."</p>
<p>"Dear mamma, don't talk like that," said Mary, clinging hold of her
stepmother.</p>
<p>"Your papa sits there and won't say a word," said Mrs. Masters,
stamping her foot.</p>
<p>"What's the good of speaking when you go on like that before the
children?" said Mr. Masters, getting up from his chair. "I say that
it's a proper thing that the girl should go to see the old friend who
brought her up and has been always kind to her,—and she shall go."
Mrs. Masters seated herself on the nearest chair and leaning her head
against the wall, began to go into hysterics. "Your letter has
already gone, Mary; and I desire you will write no other without
letting me know." Then he left the room and the house,—and
absolutely went over to the Bush. This latter proceeding was,
however, hardly more than a bravado; for he merely took the
opportunity of asking Mrs. Runciman a question at the bar, and then
walked back to his own house, and shut himself up in the office.</p>
<p>On the next morning he called on Reginald Morton and told him that
his daughter had accepted Lady Ushant's invitation, but could not go
till the 18th. "I shall be proud to take charge of her," said
Reginald. "And as for the change in the day it will suit me all the
better." So that was settled.</p>
<p>On the next day, Friday, Mrs. Masters did not come down to breakfast,
but was waited upon upstairs by her own daughters. This with her was
a most unusual circumstance. The two maids were of opinion that such
a thing had never occurred before, and that therefore Masters must
have been out half the night at the public-house although they had
not known it. To Mary she would hardly speak a word. She appeared at
dinner and called her husband Mr. Masters when she helped him to
stew. All the afternoon she averred that her head was splitting, but
managed to say many very bitter things about gentlemen in general,
and expressed a vehement hope that that poor man Goarly would get at
least a hundred pounds. It must be owned, however, that at this time
she had heard nothing of Lord Rufford's commission to her husband. In
the evening Larry came in and was at once told the terrible news.
"Larry," said Kate, "Mary is going away for a month."</p>
<p>"Where are you going, Mary?" asked the lover eagerly.</p>
<p>"To Lady Ushant's, Mr. Twentyman."</p>
<p>"For a month!"</p>
<p>"She has asked me for a month," said Mary.</p>
<p>"It's a regular fool's errand," said Mrs. Masters. "It's not done
with my consent, Mr. Twentyman. I don't think she ought to stir from
home till things are more settled."</p>
<p>"They can be settled this moment as far as I am concerned," said
Larry standing up.</p>
<p>"There now," said Mrs. Masters. At this time Mr. Masters was not in
the room. "If you can make it straight with Mr. Twentyman I won't say
a word against your going away for a month."</p>
<p>"Mamma, you shouldn't!" exclaimed Mary.</p>
<p>"I hate such nonsense. Mr. Twentyman is behaving honest and genteel.
What more would you have? Give him an answer like a sensible girl."</p>
<p>"I have given him an answer and I cannot say anything more," said
Mary as she left the room.</p>
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