Part 75 (1/2)

”How odd it is,” said Madame Goesler; ”how often you English fathers quarrel with your sons!”

”How often we English sons quarrel with our fathers rather,” said Lord Fawn, who was known for the respect he had always paid to the fifth commandment.

”It all comes from entail and primogeniture, and old-fas.h.i.+oned English prejudices of that kind,” said Madame Goesler. ”Lord Chiltern is a friend of yours, Mr. Finn, I think.”

”They are both friends of mine,” said Phineas.

”Ah, yes; but you,--you,--you and Lord Chiltern once did something odd together. There was a little mystery, was there not?”

”It is very little of a mystery now,” said Fitzgibbon.

”It was about a lady;--was it not?” said Mrs. Bonteen, affecting to whisper to her neighbour.

”I am not at liberty to say anything on the subject,” said Fitzgibbon; ”but I have no doubt Phineas will tell you.”

”I don't believe this about Lord Brentford,” said Mr. Bonteen. ”I happen to know that Chiltern was down at Loughlinter three days ago, and that he pa.s.sed through London yesterday on his way to the place where he hunts. The Earl is at Saulsby. He would have gone to Saulsby if it were true.”

”It all depends upon whether Miss Effingham will accept him,” said Mrs. Bonteen, looking over at Phineas as she spoke.

As there were two of Violet Effingham's suitors at table, the subject was becoming disagreeably personal; and the more so, as every one of the party knew or surmised something of the facts of the case. The cause of the duel at Blankenberg had become almost as public as the duel, and Lord Fawn's courts.h.i.+p had not been altogether hidden from the public eye. He on the present occasion might probably be able to carry himself better than Phineas, even presuming him to be equally eager in his love,--for he knew nothing of the fatal truth. But he was unable to hear Mrs. Bonteen's statement with indifference, and showed his concern in the matter by his reply. ”Any lady will be much to be pitied,” he said, ”who does that. Chiltern is the last man in the world to whom I would wish to trust the happiness of a woman for whom I cared.”

”Chiltern is a very good fellow,” said Laurence Fitzgibbon.

”Just a little wild,” said Mrs. Bonteen.

”And never had a s.h.i.+lling in his pocket in his life,” said her husband.

”I regard him as simply a madman,” said Lord Fawn.

”I do so wish I knew him,” said Madame Max Goesler. ”I am fond of madmen, and men who haven't s.h.i.+llings, and who are a little wild, Could you not bring him here, Mr. Finn?”

Phineas did not know what to say, or how to open his mouth without showing his deep concern. ”I shall be happy to ask him if you wish it,” he replied, as though the question had been put to him in earnest; ”but I do not see so much of Lord Chiltern as I used to do.”

”You do not believe that Violet Effingham will accept him?” asked Mrs. Bonteen.

He paused a moment before he spoke, and then made his answer in a deep solemn voice,--with a seriousness which he was unable to repress. ”She has accepted him,” he said.

”Do you mean that you know it?” said Madame Goesler.

”Yes;--I mean that I know it.”

Had anybody told him beforehand that he would openly make this declaration at Madame Goesler's table, he would have said that of all things it was the most impossible. He would have declared that nothing would have induced him to speak of Violet Effingham in his existing frame of mind, and that he would have had his tongue cut out before he spoke of her as the promised bride of his rival. And now he had declared the whole truth of his own wretchedness and discomfiture. He was well aware that all of them there knew why he had fought the duel at Blankenberg;--all, that is, except perhaps Lord Fawn. And he felt as he made the statement as to Lord Chiltern that he blushed up to his forehead, and that his voice was strange, and that he was telling the tale of his own disgrace. But when the direct question had been asked him he had been unable to refrain from answering it directly. He had thought of turning it off with some jest or affectation of drollery, but had failed. At the moment he had been unable not to speak the truth.

”I don't believe a word of it,” said Lord Fawn,--who also forgot himself.

”I do believe it, if Mr. Finn says so,” said Mrs. Bonteen, who rather liked the confusion she had caused.

”But who could have told you, Finn?” asked Mr. Bonteen.

”His sister, Lady Laura, told me so,” said Phineas.

”Then it must be true,” said Madame Goesler.