Part 70 (1/2)
CHAPTER LI
Troubles at Loughlinter
There was a dull house at Loughlinter during the greater part of this autumn. A few men went down for the grouse shooting late in the season; but they stayed but a short time, and when they went Lady Laura was left alone with her husband. Mr. Kennedy had explained to his wife, more than once, that though he understood the duties of hospitality and enjoyed the performance of them, he had not married with the intention of living in a whirlwind. He was disposed to think that the whirlwind had hitherto been too predominant, and had said so very plainly with a good deal of marital authority. This autumn and winter were to be devoted to the cultivation of proper relations between him and his wife. ”Does that mean Darby and Joan?” his wife had asked him, when the proposition was made to her. ”It means mutual regard and esteem,” replied Mr. Kennedy in his most solemn tone, ”and I trust that such mutual regard and esteem between us may yet be possible.” When Lady Laura showed him a letter from her brother, received some weeks after this conversation, in which Lord Chiltern expressed his intention of coming to Loughlinter for Christmas, he returned the note to his wife without a word. He suspected that she had made the arrangement without asking him, and was angry; but he would not tell her that her brother would not be welcome at his house. ”It is not my doing,” she said, when she saw the frown on his brow.
”I said nothing about anybody's doing,” he replied.
”I will write to Oswald and bid him not come, if you wish it. Of course you can understand why he is coming.”
”Not to see me, I am sure,” said Mr. Kennedy.
”Nor me,” replied Lady Laura. ”He is coming because my friend Violet Effingham will be here.”
”Miss Effingham! Why was I not told of this? I knew nothing of Miss Effingham's coming.”
”Robert, it was settled in your own presence last July.”
”I deny it.”
Then Lady Laura rose up, very haughty in her gait and with something of fire in her eye, and silently left the room. Mr. Kennedy, when he found himself alone, was very unhappy. Looking back in his mind to the summer weeks in London, he remembered that his wife had told Violet that she was to spend her Christmas at Loughlinter, that he himself had given a muttered a.s.sent and that Violet,--as far as he could remember,--had made no reply. It had been one of those things which are so often mentioned, but not settled. He felt that he had been strictly right in denying that it had been ”settled” in his presence;--but yet he felt that he had been wrong in contradicting his wife so peremptorily. He was a just man, and he would apologise for his fault; but he was an austere man, and would take back the value of his apology in additional austerity. He did not see his wife for some hours after the conversation which has been narrated, but when he did meet her his mind was still full of the subject. ”Laura”, he said, ”I am sorry that I contradicted you.”
”I am quite used to it, Robert.”
”No;--you are not used to it.” She smiled and bowed her head. ”You wrong me by saying that you are used to it.” Then he paused a moment, but she said not a word,--only smiled and bowed her head again. ”I remember,” he continued, ”that something was said in my presence to Miss Effingham about her coming here at Christmas. It was so slight, however, that it had pa.s.sed out of my memory till recalled by an effort. I beg your pardon.”
”That is unnecessary, Robert.”
”It is, dear.”
”And do you wish that I should put her off,--or put Oswald off,--or both? My brother never yet has seen me in your house.”
”And whose fault has that been?”
”I have said nothing about anybody's fault, Robert. I merely mentioned a fact. Will you let me know whether I shall bid him stay away?”
”He is welcome to come,--only I do not like a.s.signations for love-making.”
”a.s.signations!”
”Clandestine meetings. Lady Baldock would not wish it.”
”Lady Baldock! Do you think that Violet would exercise any secrecy in the matter,--or that she will not tell Lady Baldock that Oswald will be here,--as soon as she knows it herself?”
”That has nothing to do with it.”
”Surely, Robert, it must have much to do with it. And why should not these two young people meet? The acknowledged wish of all the family is that they should marry each other. And in this matter, at any rate, my brother has behaved extremely well.” Mr. Kennedy said nothing further at the time, and it became an understanding that Violet Effingham was to be a month at Loughlinter, staying from the 20th of December to the 20th of January, and that Lord Chiltern was to come there for Christmas,--which with him would probably mean three days.
Before Christmas came, however, there were various other sources of uneasiness at Loughlinter. There had been, as a matter of course, great anxiety as to the elections. With Lady Laura this anxiety had been very strong, and even Mr. Kennedy had been warmed with some amount of fire as the announcements reached him of the successes and of the failures. The English returns came first,--and then the Scotch, which were quite as interesting to Mr. Kennedy as the English. His own seat was quite safe,--was not contested; but some neighbouring seats were sources of great solicitude. Then, when this was over, there were the tidings from Ireland to be received; and respecting one special borough in Ireland, Lady Laura evinced more solicitude than her husband approved. There was much danger for the domestic bliss of the house of Loughlinter, when things came to such a pa.s.s, and such words were spoken, as the election at Loughshane produced.
”He is in,” said Lady Laura, opening a telegram.
”Who is in?” said Mr. Kennedy, with that frown on his brow to which his wife was now well accustomed. Though he asked the question, he knew very well who was the hero to whom the telegram referred.