So I am. What I want to know is, what good you have found.
A great deal, else I shouldnt have asked her to marry me.
A vein of stubbornness, unmistakable inheritance from Stephen Lord, had begun to appear in the youths speech and bearing. He kept his head bent, and moved it a little from side to side.
Do you think her an exception in the family, then?
Shes a great deal better in every way than her sisters. But I dont think as badly of them as you do.
Mr. Lord stepped to the door, and out into the passage, where he shouted in his deep voice Nancy! The girl quickly appeared.
Shut the door, please, said her father. All three were now standing about the room. Your brother has brought me a piece of news. It ought to interest you, I should think. He wants to marry, and out of all the world, he has chosen Miss. Frenchthe youngest. Horaces position was trying. He did not know what to do with his hands, and he kept balancing now on one foot, now on the other. Nancy had her eyes averted from him, but she met her fathers look gravely.
Now, I want to ask you, Mr. Lord proceeded, whether you consider Miss. French a suitable wife for your brother? Just give me a plain yes or no.
I certainly dont, replied the girl, barely subduing the tremor of her voice.
Both my children are not fools, thank Heaven! Now tell me, if you can, what fault you have to find with the young lady, as your brother calls her?
For one thing, I dont think her Horaces equal. She cant really be called a lady.
You are listening?
Horace bit his lip in mortification, and again his head swung doggedly from side to side.
We might pass over that, added Mr. Lord. What about her character? Is there any good point in her?
I dont think she means any harm. But shes silly, and Ive often thought her selfish.
You are listening?
Horace lost patience.
Then why do you pretend to be friends with her? he demanded almost fiercely.
I dont, replied his sister, with a note of disdain. We knew each other at school, and we havent altogether broken off, thats all.
It isnt all! shouted the young man on a high key. If youre not friendly with her and her sisters, youve been a great hypocrite. Its only just lately you have begun to think yourself too good for them. They used to come here, and you went to them; and you talked just like friends would do. Its abominable to turn round like this, for the sake of taking fathers side against me!
Mr. Lord regarded his son contemptuously. There was a rather long silence; he spoke at length with severe deliberation.
When you are ten years older, youll know a good deal more about young women as theyre turned out in these times. Youll have heard the talk of men who have been fools enough to marry choice specimens. When common sense has a chance of getting in a word with you, youll understand what I now tell you. Wherever you look now-a-days theres sham and rottenness; but the most worthless creature living is one of these trashy, flashy girls,the kind of girl you see everywhere, high and low,calling themselves ladies,thinking themselves too good for any honest, womanly work. Town and country, its all the same. Theyre educated; oh yes, theyre educated! What sort of wives do they make, with their education? What sort of mothers are they? Before long, therell be no such thing as a home. They dont know what the word means. Theyd like to live in hotels, and trollop about the streets day and night. There wont be any servants much longer; youre lucky if you find one of the old sort, who knows how to light a fire or wash a dish. Go into the houses of men with small incomes; what do you find but filth and disorder, quarrelling and misery? Young men are bad enough, I know that; they want to begin where their fathers left off, and if they cant do it honestly, theyll embezzle or forge. But youll often find theres a worthless wife at the bottom of it,worrying and nagging because she has a smaller house than some other woman, because she cant get silks and furs, and wants to ride in a cab instead of an omnibus. It is astounding to me that they dont get their necks wrung. Only wait a bit; we shall come to that presently!
It was a rare thing for Stephen Lord to talk at such length. He ceased with a bitter laugh, and sat down again in his chair. Horace and his sister waited.
Ive no more to say, fell from their father at length. Go and talk about it together, if you like.
Horace moved sullenly towards the door, and with a glance at his sister went out. Nancy, after lingering for a moment, spoke.
I dont think you need have any fear of it, father.
Perhaps not. But if it isnt that one, itll be another like her. Theres not much choice for a lad like Horace.
Nancy changed her purpose of leaving the room, and drew a step nearer.
Dont you think there might have been?
Mr. Lord turned to look at her.
How? What do you mean?
I dont want to make you angry with me
Say what youve got to say, broke in her father impatiently.
It isnt easy, when you so soon lose your temper.
My girl,for once he gazed at her directly,if you knew all I have gone through in life, you wouldnt wonder at my temper being spoilt.What do you mean? What could I have done?
She stood before him, and spoke with diffidence.
Dont you think that if we had lived in a different way, Horace and I might have had friends of a better kind?
A different way?I understand. You mean I ought to have had a big house, and made a show. Isnt that it?
You gave us a good education, replied Nancy, still in the same tone, and we might have associated with very different people from those you have been speaking of; but education alone isnt enough. One must live as the better people do.
Exactly. Thats your way of thinking. And how do you know that I could afford it, to begin with?
Perhaps I oughtnt to have taken that for granted.
Perhaps not. Young women take a good deal for granted now a-days. But supposing you were right, are you silly enough to think that richer people are better people, as a matter of course?
Not as a matter of course, said Nancy. But Im quite sureI know from what Ive seenthat theres more chance of meeting nice people among them.
What do you mean by nice? Mr. Lord was lying back in his chair, and spoke thickly, as if wearied. People who can talk so that you forget theyre only using words theyve learnt like parrots?
No. Just the contrary. People who have something to say worth listening to.
If you take my advice, youll pay less attention to what people say, and more to what they do. Whats the good of a friend who wont come to see you because you live in a small house? Thats the plain English of it. If I had done as I thought right, I should never have sent you to school at all. I should have had you taught at home all thats necessary to make a good girl and an honest woman, and have done my best to keep you away from the kind of life that I hate. But I hadnt the courage to act as I believed. I knew how the times were changing, and I was weak enough to be afraid I might do you an injustice. I did give you the chance of making friends among better people than your father. Didnt I use to talk to you about your school friends, and encourage you when they seemed of the right kind? And now you tell me that they dont care for your society because you live in a decent, unpretending way. I should think youre better without such friends.