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 a 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 Ididn'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 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 the mamma's ointment had done her good, but when we came to inquire we found that 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 Hertfordshire, only that he likes to know what is to be conserved.Papa said after dinner yesterday that everything English should 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 those 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 1,500 pounds, and it would cost him ever so much a year.But everybody says 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 was ever 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 has strong opinions.'
'It didn't matter as long as he only talked nonsense at a club in London, but how 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 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 was to become engaged to Mary?'
