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He was proud of his position as member for his county, though hitherto he had done so little to grace it; he was proud of his domain at Chaldicotes, though the possession of it had so nearly passed out of his own hands; he was proud of the old blood that flowed in his veins; and he was proud also of that easy, comfortable, gay manner, which went so far in the world's judgement to atone for his extravagance and evil practices.
As for dear little Edith, being a girl, she is almost no impediment. Do you know those two girls at Chaldicotes?" "What, Mrs Thorne's nieces?" "No; they are not her nieces but her cousins. Emily Dunstable is very handsome; and as for money !" "But what about birth, mother?" "One can't have everything, my dear."
He neither shot, nor hunted nor fished, nor read, and yet he was never in the way in any house. He did play billiards, and whist, and croquet very badly. He was a good judge of wine, and would occasionally condescend to look after the bottling of it on behalf of some very intimate friend. He was a great friend of Mrs Thorne's, with whom he always spent ten days in the autumn at Chaldicotes.
Harold Smith were firm friends of four or five years' standing ever since the Proudies came into the diocese; and therefore the bishop was usually taken to Chaldicotes whenever Mrs. Smith paid her brother a visit. Now Bishop Proudie was by no means a High Church dignitary, and Lady Lufton had never forgiven him for coming into that diocese.
It had seemed to the duke that that affair between his friend and Miss Dunstable was hanging fire, and, therefore, it would be well that Chaldicotes should be swept up and garnered.
I fear I should be too modest to put it to her in that way." "Her position would be much better as your wife than it is at present. You are good-humoured and good-tempered, you would intend to treat her well, and, on the whole, she would be much happier as Mrs. Sowerby, of Chaldicotes, than she can be in her present position."
This gentleman, this county member, the owner of Chaldicotes, with whom Mark Robarts had been so anxious to be on terms of intimacy, had now come to such a phase of life that he had given over speaking of himself as an honest man. He had become so used to suspicion that he argued of it as of a thing of course.
"Then I suppose it's an heiress," said Mrs Dale. "No; not an heiress; but she will have some money of her own. And she has connexions in Barsetshire, which makes it pleasant." "Connexions in Barsetshire! Who can it be?" said Lily. "Her name is Emily Dunstable," said the squire, "and she is the niece of that Miss Dunstable who married Dr Thorne and who lives at Chaldicotes."
Harold Smith had only just managed to catch Miss Dunstable before she left London; but she did do so, and the great heiress had at once seen her lawyers, and instructed them how to act with reference to the mortgages on the Chaldicotes property.
"I can't cut them down; the doctor would not let me." "Oh, no," said Mrs. Harold Smith, sighing; and in spite of her feeling she did visit Chaldicotes. But it was October before Lord Lufton was made a happy man; that is, if the fruition of his happiness was a greater joy than the anticipation of it.
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