Read The Last Chronicle of Barset Online
Authors: Anthony Trollope
âWhat's up now, Johnny? Some good fortune?'
âGood fortune; no. I never have good fortunes of that kind. But I've got hold of a young woman â or rather a young woman has got hold of me, who insists on having a mystery with me. In the mystery itself there is not the slightest interest. But the mysteriousness of it is charming. I have just written to her three words to settle an appointment for tomorrow. We don't sign our names lest the Postmaster-General should find out all about it.'
âIs she pretty?'
âWell â she isn't ugly. She has just enough of good looks to make the sort of thing to pass off pleasantly. A mystery with a downright ugly young woman would be unpleasant.'
After this fashion the note from Miss Demolines had been received, and answered at once, but the other letters remained in his pocket till he reached his office on the following morning. Sir Raffle had begged him to be there at half-past nine. This he had sworn he would not do; but he did seat himself in his room at ten minutes before ten, finding of course the whole building untenanted at that early hour â that unearthly hour, as Johnny called it himself. âI shouldn't wonder if he really is here this morning,' Johnny said, as he entered the building, âjust that he may have the opportunity of jumping on me.' But Sir Raffle was not there, and then Johnny began to abuse Sir Raffle. âIf ever I come here early to meet him again, because he says he means to be here himself, I hope I may be â blessed.' On that especial morning it was twelve before Sir Raffle made his appearance, and Johnny avenged himself â I regret to have to tell it â by a fib. That Sir Raffle fibbed first, was no valid excuse whatever for Eames.
âI've been at it ever since six o'clock,' said Sir Raffle.
âAt what?' said Johnny.
âWork, to be sure â and very hard work too. I believe the Chancellor of the Exchequer thinks that he can call upon me to any extent that he pleases â just any extent that he pleases. He doesn't give me credit for a desire to have a single hour to myself.'
âWhat would he do, Sir Raffle, if you were to get ill, or wear yourself out?'
âHe knows I'm not one of the wearing-out sort. You got my note last night?'
âYes; I got your note.'
âI'm sorry that I troubled you; but I couldn't help it. I didn't expect to get a box full of papers at eleven o'clock last night.'
âYou didn't put me out, Sir Raffle; I happened to have business of my own which prevented the possibility of my being here early.'
This was the way in which John Eames avenged himself. Sir Raffle turned his face upon his private secretary, and his face was very black. Johnny bore the gaze without dropping an eyelid. âI'm not going to stand it, and he may as well know that at once,' Johnny said to one of his friends in the office afterwards. âIf he ever wants anything really done, I'll do it â though it should take me twelve hours at a stretch.
But I'm not going to pretend to believe all the lies he tells me about the Chancellor of the Exchequer. If that is to be part of the private secretary's business, he had better get somebody else.' But now Sir Raffle was very angry, and his countenance was full of wrath as he looked down upon his subordinate minister. âIf I had come here, Mr Eames, and had found you absent, I should have been very much annoyed, very much annoyed indeed, after having written as I did.'
âYou would have found me absent at the hour you named. As I wasn't here then, I think it's only fair to say so.'
âI'm afraid you begrudge your time to the service, Mr Eames.'
âI do begrudge it when the service doesn't want it.'
âAt your age, Mr Eames, that's not for you to judge. If I had acted in that way when I was young I should never have filled the position I now hold. I always remembered in those days that as I was the hand and not the head, I was bound to hold myself in readiness whether work might be required from me or not.'
âIf I'm wanted as hand now, Sir Raffle, I'm ready.'
âThat's all very well â but why were you not here at the hour I named?'
âWell, Sir Raffle. I cannot say that the Chancellor of the Exchequer detained me â but there was business. As I've been here for the last two hours, I am happy to think that in this instance the public service will not have suffered from my disobedience.'
Sir Raffle was still standing with his hat on, and with his back to the fire, and his countenance was full of wrath. It was on his tongue to tell Johnny that he had better return to his former work in the outer office. He greatly wanted the comfort of a private secretary who would believe in him â or at least pretend to believe in him. There are men who, though they have not sense enough to be true, have nevertheless sense enough to know that they cannot expect to be really believed in by those who are near enough to them to know them. Sir Raffle Buffle was such a one. He would have greatly delighted in the services of someone who would trust him implicitly â of some young man who would really believe all that he said of himself and of the Chancellor of the Exchequer; but he was wise enough to perceive that no such young man was to be had; or that
any such young man â could such a one be found â would be absolutely useless for any purposes of work. He knew himself to be a liar whom nobody trusted. And he knew himself also to be a bully â though he could not think so low of himself as to believe that he was a bully whom nobody feared. A private secretary was at the least bound to pretend to believe in him. There is a decency in such things, and that decency John Eames did not observe. He thought that he must get rid of John Eames, in spite of certain attractions which belonged to Johnny's appearance and general manners, and social standing, and reputed wealth. But it would not be wise to punish a man on the spot for breaking an appointment which he himself had not kept, and therefore he would wait for another opportunity. âYou had better go to your own room now,' he said. âI am engaged on a matter connected with the Treasury, in which I will not ask for your assistance.' He knew that Eames would not believe a word as to what he said about the Treasury â not even some very trifling base of truth which did not exist; but the boast gave him an opportunity of putting an end to the interview after his own fashion. Then John Eames went to his own room and answered the letters which he had in his pocket.
To the club dinner he would not go. âWhat's the use of paying two guineas for a dinner with fellows you see every day of your life?' he said. To Lady Glencora's he would go, and he wrote a line to his friend Dalrymple proposing that they should go together. And he would dine with his cousin Toogood in Tavistock Square. âOne meets the queerest people in the world there,' he said; âbut Tommy Toogood is such a good fellow himself!' After that he had his lunch. Then he read the paper, and before he went away he wrote a dozen or two of private notes, presenting Sir Raffle's compliments right and left, and giving in no one note a single word of information that could be of any use to any person. Having thus earned his salary by half-past four o'clock he got into a hansom cab and had himself driven to Porchester Terrace. Miss Demolines was at home, of course, and he soon found himself closeted with that interesting young woman.
âI thought you never would have come.' These were the first words she spoke.
âMy dear Miss Demolines, you must not forget that I have my bread to earn.'
âFiddlestick â bread! As if I didn't know that you can get away from your office when you choose.'
âBut, indeed, I cannot.'
âWhat is there to prevent you, Mr Eames?'
âI'm not tied up like a dog, certainly; but who do you suppose will do my work if I do not do it myself? It is a fact, though the world does not believe it, that men in Public offices have got something to do.'
âNow you are laughing at me, I know; but you are welcome, if you like it. It's the way of the world just at present that ladies should submit to that sort of thing from gentlemen.'
âWhat sort of thing, Miss Demolines?'
âChaff â as you call it. Courtesy is out of fashion, and gallantry has come to signify quite a different kind of thing from what it used to do.'
âThe Sir Charles Grandison
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business is done and gone. That's what you mean, I suppose? Don't you think we should find it very heavy if we tried to get it back again?'
âI'm not going to ask you to be a Sir Charles Grandison, Mr Eames. But never mind all that now. Do you know that that girl has absolutely had her first sitting for the picture?'
âHas she, indeed?'
âShe has. You may take my word for it. I know it as a fact. What a fool that young man is!'
âWhich young man?'
âWhich young man! Conway Dalrymple to be sure. Artists are always weak. Of all men in the world they are the most subject to flattery from women; and we all know that Conway Dalrymple is very vain.'
âUpon my word I didn't know it,' said Johnny.
âYes, you do. You must know it. When a man goes about in a purple velvet coat of course he is vain.'
âI certainly cannot defend a purple velvet coat.'
âThat is what he wore when this girl sat to him this morning.'
âThis morning was it?'
âYes; this morning. They little think that they can do nothing without my knowing it. He was there for nearly four hours, and she was dressed up in a white robe as Jael, with a turban on her head. Jael, indeed! I call it very improper, and I am quite astonished that Maria Clutterbuck should have lent herself to such a piece of work. That Maria was never very wise, of course we all know; but I thought that she had principle enough to have kept her from this kind of thing.'
âIt's her fevered existence,' said Johnny.
âThat is just it. She must have excitement. It is like dram-drinking. And then, you know, they are always living in the crater of a volcano.'
âWho are living in the crater of a volcano?'
âThe Dobbs Broughtons are. Of course they are. There is no saying what day a smash may come. These City people get so used to it that they enjoy it. The risk is everything to them.'
âThey like to have a little certainty behind the risk, I fancy.'
âI'm afraid there is very little that's certain with Dobbs Broughton. But about this picture, Mr Eames. I look to you to assist me there. It must be put a stop to. As to that I am determined. It must be â put a â stop to.' And as Miss Demolines repeated these last words with tremendous emphasis she leant with both elbows on a little table that stood between her and her visitor, and looked with all her eyes into his face. âI do hope that you agree with me in that,' said she.
âUpon my word I do not see the harm of the picture,' said he.
âYou do not?'
âIndeed, no. Why should not Dalrymple paint Miss Van Siever as well as any other lady? It is his special business to paint ladies.'
âLook here, Mr Eames â' And now Miss Demolines, as she spoke, drew her own seat closer to that of her companion and pushed away the little table. âDo you suppose that Conway Dalrymple, in the usual way of his business, paints pictures of young ladies, of which their mothers know nothing? Do you suppose that he paints them in ladies' rooms without their husbands' knowledge? And in the common way of his business does he not expect to be paid for his pictures?'
âBut what is all that to you and me, Miss Demolines?'
âIs the welfare of your friend nothing to you? Would you like to
see him become the victim of the artifice of such a girl as Clara Van Siever?'
âUpon my word I think he is very well able to take care of himself.'
âAnd would you wish to see that poor creature's domestic hearth ruined and broken up?'
âWhich poor creature?'
âDobbs Broughton, to be sure.'
âI can't pretend that I care very much for Dobbs Broughton,' said John Eames; âand you see I know so little about his domestic hearth.'
âOh, Mr Eames!'
âBesides, her principles will pull her through. You told me yourself that Mrs Broughton has high principles.'
âGod forbid that I should say a word against Maria Clutterbuck,' said Miss Demolines, fervently. âMaria Clutterbuck was my early friend, and though words have been spoken which never should have been spoken, and though things have been done which never should have been dreamed of, still I will not desert Maria Clutterbuck in her hour of need. No, never!'
âI'm sure you're what one may call a trump to your friends, Miss Demolines.'
âI have always endeavoured to be so, and always shall. You will find me so â that is if you and I ever become intimate enough to feel that sort of friendship.'
âThere's nothing on earth I should like better,' said Johnny. As soon as the words were out of his mouth he felt ashamed of himself. He knew that he did not in truth desire the friendship of Miss Demolines, and that any friendship with such a one would mean something different from friendship â something that would be an injury to Lily Dale. A week had hardly passed since he had sworn a life's constancy to Lily Dale â had sworn it, not to her only, but to himself; and now he was giving way to a flirtation with this woman, not because he liked it himself, but because he was too weak to keep out of it.
âIf that is true â' said Miss Demolines.
âOh, yes; it's quite true,' said Johnny.
âThen you must earn my friendship by doing what I ask of you. That picture must not be painted. You must tell Conway Dalrymple
as his friend that he must cease to carry on such an intrigue in another man's house.'
âYou would hardly call painting a picture an intrigue; would you?'
âCertainly I would when it's kept a secret from the husband by the wife â and from the mother by the daughter. If it cannot be stopped in any other way, I must tell Mrs Van Siever â I must, indeed. I have such an abhorrence of the old woman, that I could not bring myself to speak to her â but I should write to her. That's what I should do.'