Part 77 (2/2)
That last word, in which he half-declared himself to be joined in affectionate relations to his father, caused him a world of trouble.
But he could find no term for expressing, without a circ.u.mlocution which was disagreeable to him, exactly that position of feeling towards his father which really belonged to him. He would have written ”yours with affection,” or ”yours with deadly enmity,” or ”yours with respect,” or ”yours with most profound indifference,”
exactly in accordance with the state of his father's mind, if he had only known what was that state. He was afraid of going beyond his father in any offer of reconciliation, and was firmly fixed in his resolution that he would never be either repentant or submissive in regard to the past. If his father had wishes for the future, he would comply with them if he could do so without unreasonable inconvenience, but he would not give way a single point as to things done and gone. If his father should choose to make any reference to them, his father must prepare for battle.
The Earl was of course disgusted by the pertinacious obstinacy of his son's letter, and for an hour or two swore to himself that he would not answer it. But it is natural that the father should yearn for the son, while the son's feeling for the father is of a very much weaker nature. Here, at any rate, was that engagement made which he had ever desired. And his son had made a step, though it was so very unsatisfactory a step, towards reconciliation. When the old man read the letter a second time, he skipped that reference to fatted calves which had been so peculiarly distasteful to him, and before the evening had pa.s.sed he had answered his son as follows;--
Saulsby, December 29, 186--.
MY DEAR CHILTERN,
I have received your letter, and am truly delighted to hear that dear Violet has accepted you as her husband. Her fortune will be very material to you, but she herself is better than any fortune. You have long known my opinion of her. I shall be proud to welcome her as a daughter to my house.
I shall of course write to her immediately, and will endeavour to settle some early day for her coming here. When I have done so, I will write to you again, and can only say that I will endeavour to make Saulsby comfortable to you.
Your affectionate father,
BRENTFORD.
Richards, the groom, is still here. You had perhaps better write to him direct about your horses.
By the middle of February arrangements had all been made, and Violet met her lover at his father's house. She in the meantime had been with her aunt, and had undergone a good deal of mild unceasing persecution. ”My dear Violet,” said her aunt to her on her arrival at Baddingham, speaking with a solemnity that ought to have been terrible to the young lady, ”I do not know what to say to you.”
”Say 'how d'you do?' aunt,” said Violet.
”I mean about this engagement,” said Lady Baldock, with an increase of awe-inspiring severity in her voice.
”Say nothing about it at all, if you don't like it,” said Violet.
”How can I say nothing about it? How can I be silent? Or how am I to congratulate you?”
”The least said, perhaps, the soonest mended,” and Violet smiled as she spoke.
”That is very well, and if I had no duty to perform, I would be silent. But, Violet, you have been left in my charge. If I see you s.h.i.+pwrecked in life, I shall ever tell myself that the fault has been partly mine.”
”Nay, aunt, that will be quite unnecessary. I will always admit that you did everything in your power to--to--to--make me run straight, as the sporting men say.”
”Sporting men! Oh, Violet.”
”And you know, aunt, I still hope that I shall be found to have kept on the right side of the posts. You will find that poor Lord Chiltern is not so black as he is painted.”
”But why take anybody that is black at all?”
”I like a little shade in the picture, aunt.”
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