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it come to that? Miss Dunstable, then, would have satisfied your ideas of high birth?”

Mr. Gresham was rather posed, and regretted, at the moment, his allusion to Miss Dunstable’s presumed legitimacy. But he soon recovered himself. “No,” said he, “it would not. And I am willing to admit, as I have admitted before, that the undoubted advantages arising from wealth are taken by the world as atoning for what otherwise would be a mésalliance. But⁠—”

“You admit that, do you? You acknowledge that as your conviction on the subject?”

“Yes. But⁠—” The squire was going on to explain the propriety of this opinion, but the doctor uncivilly would not hear him.

“Then squire, I will not interfere in this matter one way or the other.”

“How on earth can such an opinion⁠—”

“Pray excuse me, Mr. Gresham; but my mind is now quite made up. It was very nearly so before. I will do nothing to encourage Frank, nor will I say anything to discourage Mary.”

“That is the most singular resolution that a man of sense like you ever came to.”

“I can’t help it, squire; it is my resolution.”

“But what has Miss Dunstable’s fortune to do with it?”

“I cannot say that it has anything; but, in this matter, I will not interfere.”

The squire went on for some time, but it was all to no purpose; and at last he left the house, considerably in dudgeon. The only conclusion to which he could come was, that Dr. Thorne had thought the chance on his niece’s behalf too good to be thrown away, and had, therefore, resolved to act in this very singular way.

“I would not have believed it of him, though all Barsetshire had told me,” he said to himself as he entered the great gates; and he went on repeating the same words till he found himself in his own room. “No, not if all Barsetshire had told me!”

He did not, however, communicate the ill result of his visit to the Lady Arabella.

XLII What Can You Give in Return?

In spite of the family troubles, these were happy days for Beatrice. It so seldom happens that young ladies on the eve of their marriage have their future husbands living near them. This happiness was hers, and Mr. Oriel made the most of it. She was constantly being coaxed down to the parsonage by Patience, in order that she might give her opinion, in private, as to some domestic arrangement, some piece of furniture, or some new carpet; but this privacy was always invaded. What Mr. Oriel’s parishioners did in these halcyon days, I will not ask. His morning services, however, had been altogether given up, and he had provided himself with a very excellent curate.

But one grief did weigh heavily on Beatrice. She continually heard her mother say things which made her feel that it would be more than ever impossible that Mary should be at her wedding; and yet she had promised her brother to ask her. Frank had also repeated his threat, that if Mary were not present, he would absent himself.

Beatrice did what most girls do in such a case; what all would do who are worth anything; she asked her lover’s advice.

“Oh! but Frank can’t be in earnest,” said the lover. “Of course he’ll be at our wedding.”

“You don’t know him, Caleb. He is so changed that no one hardly would know him. You can’t conceive how much in earnest he is, how determined and resolute. And then, I should like to have Mary so much if mamma would let her come.”

“Ask Lady Arabella,” said Caleb.

“Well, I suppose I must do that; but I know what she’ll say, and Frank will never believe that I have done my best.” Mr. Oriel comforted her with such little whispered consolations as he was able to afford, and then she went away on her errand to her mother.

She was indeed surprised at the manner in which her prayer was received. She could hardly falter forth her petition; but when she had done so, Lady Arabella answered in this wise:⁠—

“Well my dear, I have no objection, none the least; that is, of course, if Mary is disposed to behave herself properly.”

“Oh, mamma! of course she will,” said Beatrice; “she always did and always does.”

“I hope she will, my love. But, Beatrice, when I say that I shall be glad to see her, of course I mean under certain conditions. I never disliked Mary Thorne, and if she would only let Frank understand that she will not listen to his mad proposals, I should be delighted to see her at Greshamsbury just as she used to be.”

Beatrice could say nothing in answer to this; but she felt very sure that Mary, let her intention be what it might, would not undertake to make Frank understand anything at anybody’s bidding.

“I will tell you what I will do, my dear,” continued Lady Arabella; “I will call on Mary myself.”

“What! at Dr. Thorne’s house?”

“Yes; why not? I have been at Dr. Thorne’s house before now.” And Lady Arabella could not but think of her last visit thither, and the strong feeling she had, as she came out, that she would never again enter those doors. She was, however, prepared to do anything on behalf of her rebellious son.

“Oh, yes! I know that, mamma.”

“I will call upon her, and if I can possibly manage it, I will ask her myself to make one of your party. If so, you can go to her afterwards and make your own arrangements. Just write her a note, my dear, and say that I will call tomorrow at twelve. It might fluster her if I were to go in without notice.”

Beatrice did as she was bid, but with a presentiment that no good would come of it. The note was certainly unnecessary for the purpose assigned by Lady Arabella, as Mary was not given to be flustered by such occurrences; but, perhaps, it was as well that it was written, as it enabled her to