Volume Ii Part 21 (2/2)
I see the full absurdity of these suspicions, but I wish, for our own comfort's sake, to take no higher ground, that we were somewhat more circ.u.mspect in our conduct abroad. ”Rule Britannia” is a very fine tune, and n.o.body likes to hear it, well sung, better than myself; but this I will say, Tom, Britons _ever_ will be slaves to their prejudices and self-delusions, until they come to see that _their_ notions of right and wrong are not universal, and that there is no more faulty impression than to suppose an English standard of almost anything applicable to people who have scarcely a thought, a feeling, or even a prejudice in common with us.
One might almost fancy that the travelling Englishman loved a sc.r.a.pe from the pleasure it afforded him of addressing his Minister, and making a fuss in the ”Times.” Just as a fellow who knew he had a cork jacket under his waistcoat might take pleasure in falling overboard and attracting public attention, without incurring much risk.
While we were discussing these and such-like topics, there came a note from James to say that Mrs. Dodd had just been liberated, and was then safe in what is popularly called the bosom of her family. I accordingly arose and thanked Sir Alexander most heartily for his kind and successful interference, and though I should not have objected to another gla.s.s or two of his admirable port, I felt it was only decent and becoming in me to hasten home to my wife.
As Morris had shown so much good-nature in the affair, and had--formerly, at least--been on very friendly terms with us, I asked him to come along with me; but he declined, with a kind of bashful reserve that I could not comprehend; and so, half offended at his coldness, I wished him a ”good-night,” and departed.
I have now only to add that I found Mrs. D. in good health and spirits, and, on the whole, rather pleased with the incident than otherwise. You shall hear from me again erelong, and meanwhile believe me,
Your ever faithful friend,
Kenny James Dodd.
LETTER XXVII. MRS. DODD TO MRS. GALLAGHER, DODSBOROUGH
Casa Dodd, Florence.
My dear Molly,--So you tell me that the newspapers is full of me, and that nothing is talked of but ”the case of Mrs. Dodd” and her ”cruel incarnation in the dungeons of Tuscany.” I wish they 'd keep their sympathies to themselves, Molly, for, to tell you a secret, this same captivity has done us the greatest service in the world. Here we are, my darling, at the top of the tree,--going to all the b.a.l.l.s, dining out every day, and treated with what they call the most distinguished consideration. And I must say, Molly, that of all the cities ever I seen, Florence is the most to my taste. There's a way of living here,--I can't explain how it is done, exactly; but everybody has just what he likes of everything. I believe it 's the bankers does it,--that they have a way of exchanging, or discounting, or whatever it is called, that makes every one at their ease; and, indeed, my only surprise is why everybody does n't come to live in a place with so many advantages. Even K. I. has ceased grumbling about money matters, and for the last three weeks we have really enjoyed ourselves. To be sure, now and then, he mumbles about ”as well to be hanged for a sheep as a lamb;” and this morning he said that he was ”too old to beg,” to ”dig he was ashamed.”
”I hope you are,” says I; ”it is n't in your station in life that you can go out as a navvy, and with your two daughters the greatest beauties in the town.” And so they are, Molly. There isn't the like of Mary Anne in the Cascini; and though Caroline won't give herself fair play in the way of dress, there's many thinks she 's the prettiest of the two.
I wish you saw the Cascini, Molly, when the carriages all drive up, and get mixed together, so that you would wonder how they 'd ever get out again. They are full of elegantly dressed ladies; there's nothing too fine for them, even in the morning, and there they sit, and loll back, with all the young dandies lying about them, on the steps of the carriages, over the splash-boards,--indeed, nearly under the wheels,--squeezing their hands, looking into their eyes and under their veils. Oh dear, but it seems mighty wicked till you 're used to it, and know it 's only the way of the place, which one does remarkably soon.
The first thing strikes a stranger here, Molly, is that everybody knows every other body most intimately. It's all ”Carlo,” ”Luigi,” ”Antonio mio,” with hands clasped or arms about each other, and everlasting kissing between the women. And then, Molly, when you see a newly arrived English family in the midst of them, with a sulky father, a stiff mother, three stern young ladies, and a stupid boy of sixteen, you think them the ugliest creatures on earth, and don't rightly know whether to be angry or laugh at them.
Lord George says that the great advantage of the Cascini is that you hear there ”all that's going on.” Faith, you do, Molly, and nice goings-on it is! The Florentines say they 've no liberty. I 'd like to know how much more they want, for if they haven't it by right, Molly, they take it at all events, and with everybody too. The creatures, all rings and chains, beards and moustaches, come up to the side of your carriage, put up their opera-gla.s.ses, and stare at you as if you was waxwork! Then they begin to discuss you, and almost fall out about the color of your hair or your eyes, till one, bolder than the rest, comes up close to you, and decides what is maybe a wager! It's all very trying at first,--not but Mary Anne bears it beautifully, and seems never to know that she is standing under a battery of fifty pair of eyes!
As to James, it's all paradise. He knows all the beauties of the town already, and I see him with his head into a brougham there, and his legs dangling out of a phaeton here, just as if he was one of the family. You may think, Molly, when they begin that way of a morning, what it is when they come to the evening! If they 're all dear friends in the daylight, it 's brothers and sisters--no, but husbands and wives--they become, when the lamps are lighted! Whether they walk or waltz, whether they hand you to a seat or offer you an ice, they 've an art to make it a particular attention,--and, as it were, put you under an obligation for it; and whether you like it or not, Molly, you are made out in their debt, and woe to you when they discover you 're a defaulter!
I 'm sure, without Lord George's advice, we could n't have found the right road to the high society of this place so easily; but he told K.
I. at once what to do,--and for a wonder, Molly, he did it. Florence, says he, is like no other capital in Europe. In all the others there is a circle, more or less wide, of what a.s.sumes to be ”the world;” there every one is known, his rank, position, and even his fortune. Now in Florence people mix as they do at a Swiss _table d'hte_; each talks to his neighbor, perfectly aware that _he_ may be a blackleg, or she--if it be a she--something worse. That society is agreeable, pleasant, and brilliant is the best refutation to all the cant one hears about freedom of manners, and so on. And, as Lord G. observes, it is manifestly a duty with the proper people to mingle with the naughty ones, since it is only in this way they can hope to reclaim them. ”Take those two charming girls of yours into the world here, Mrs. D.,” said he to me the other day; ”show the folks that beauty, grace, and fascination are all compatible with correct principles and proper notions; let them see that you yourself, so certain of attracting admiration, are not afraid of its incense; say to society, as it were, 'Here we are, so secure of ourselves that we can walk unharmed through all the perils around us, and enjoy health and vigor with the plague on every side of us.'” And that's what we 're doing, Molly. As Lord George says, ”we 're diffusing our influence,” and I 've no doubt we 'll see the results before long.
I wish I was as sure of K. I.'s goings-on; but Betty tells me that he constantly receives letters of a morning, and hurries out immediately after; that he often drives away late at night in a hackney-coach, and does n't return till nigh morning! I 'm only waiting for him to buy us a pair of carriage-horses to be at him about this behavior; and, indeed, I think he 's trying to push me on to it, to save him from the expense of the horses. I must tell you, Molly, that next to having no character, the most fas.h.i.+onable thing here is a handsome coach; and, indeed, without something striking in that way, you can't hope to take society by storm. With a phaeton and a pair of blood bays, James says, you can drive into Prince Walleykoffsky's drawing-room; with a team of four, you can trot them up the stairs of the Pitti Palace.
After a coach, comes your cook; and is n't my heart broke trying them!
We've had a round of ”experimental dinners,” that has cost us a little fortune, since each ”chef” that came was free to do what he pleased, without regard to the cost, and an eatable morsel never came to the table all the while. Our present artist is Monsieur Chardron, who goes out to market in a brougham, and buys a turkey with kid gloves on him. He won't cook for us except on company days, but leaves us to his ”aide,” as he calls him, whom K. I. likes best, for he condescends to give us a bit of roast meat, now and then, that has really nourishment in it. We 're now, therefore, in a state to open the campaign. We 've an elegant apartment, a first-rate cook, a capital courier; and next week we 're to set up a cha.s.seur, if K. I. will only consent to be made a Count.
You may stare, Molly, when I tell you that he fights against it as if it was the Court of Bankruptcy; though Lord George worked night and clay to have it done. There never was the like of it for cheapness; a trifle over twenty pounds clears the whole expense; and for that he would be Count Dodd, of Fiezole, with a t.i.tle to each of the children. As many thousands would n't do that in England; and, indeed, one does n't wonder at the general outcry of the expense of living there, when the commonest luxuries are so costly. Mary Anne and I are determined on it, and before the month is over your letters will be addressed to a Countess.
In the middle of all this happiness, my dear, there is a drop of bitter, as there always is in the cup of life, though you may do your best not to taste it. Indeed, if it was n't for this drawback, Florence would be a place I 'd like to live and die in. What I allude to is this: here we are be-tween two fires, Molly,--the Morrises on one side, and Mrs. Gore Hampton on the other,--both watching, scrutinizing, and observing us; for, as bad luck would have it, they both settled down here for the winter! Now, the Morrises know all the quiet, well-behaved, respectable people, that one ought to be acquainted with just for decency's sake.
But Mrs. G. H. is in the fas.h.i.+onable and fast set, where all the fun is going on; and from what I can learn them 's the very people would suit us best. Being in neither camp, we hear nothing but the abuse and scandal that each throws on the other; and, indeed, to do them justice, if half of it was true, there's few of them ought to escape hanging!
That's how we stand; and can you picture to yourself a more embarra.s.sing situation? for you see that many of the slow people are high in station and of real rank, while some of the fast are just the reverse. Lord George says, ”Cut the fogies, and come amongst the fast 'uns,” and talks about making friends with the ”Mammoth of unrighteousness;” and if he means Mrs. G. H., I believe he is n't far wrong: but even if we consented, Molly, I don't know whether she 'd make up with us; though Lord George swears that he 'll answer for it with his head. One thing is clear, Molly, we must choose between them, and that soon too; for it's quite impossible to be ”well with the Treasury and the Opposition also.”
K. I. affects neutrality, just to blind us to his real intentions; but I know him well, and see plainly what he 's after. Cary fights hard for her friends; though, to say the truth, they have n't taken the least notice of her since they came to their fortune,--the very thing I expected from them, Molly, for it's just the way with all upstarts! Now you see some of the difficulties that attend even the highest successes in life; and maybe it will make you more contented with your own obscurity. Perhaps, before this reaches you, we'll have decided for one or the other; for, as Lord G. says, you can't pa.s.s your life between silly and crabbed.(1)
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