and then the coachmenwould drive very fast also, though they did not know why, for a fast pace of movement is another of those contagious diseases. And then again the sportsmen would move at an undertaker’s pace, when the fox had traversed and the hounds would be at a loss to know which was the hunt and which was the heel; and then the carriage also would go slowly, and the ladies would stand up and talk. And then thetime for lunch came; and altogether the day went by pleasantly enough.
‘And so that’s hunting, is it?’ said Miss Dunstable.
‘Yes, that’s hunting,’ said Mr Sowerby.
‘I did not see any gentleman do anything that I could not do myself, except there was one young man slipped off into the mud; and I shouldn’t like that.’
‘But there was no breaking of bones, was there, my dear?’ said Mrs HaroldSmith.
‘And nobody caught any foxes,’ said Miss Dunstable. ‘The fact is, Mrs Smith, that I don’t think much more of their sport than I do of their business. I shall take to hunting a pack of hounds myself after this.’
‘Do, my dear, and I’ll be your whipper-in. I wonder whether Mrs Proudie would join us.’
‘I shall be writing to the duke to-night,’ said Mr Fothergill to Mark, as they were allriding up to the stable-yard together. ‘You will let me tell his grace that you will accept his invitation – will you not?’
‘Upon my word, the duke is very kind,’ said Mark.
‘He is very anxious to know you, I can assure you,’ said Fothergill.
What could a young flattered fool of a parson do, but say that he would go? Mark did say that he would go; and, in the course of the evening his friendMr Sowerby congratulated him, and the bishop joked with him and said that he knew that he would not give up good company so soon; and Miss Dunstable said she would make him her chaplain as soon as Parliament would allow quack doctors to have such articles – an allusion which Mark did not understand, till he learned that Miss Dunstable was herselfthe proprietress of the celebrated Oil of Lebanon,invented by her late respected father, and patented by him with such wonderful results in the way of accumulated fortune; and Mrs Proudie made him quite one of their party, talking to him about all manner of Church subjects; and then at last, even Miss Proudie smiled on him, when she learned that he had been thought worthy of a bed at a duke’s castle. And all the world seemed to be open to him.
But he could not make himself happy that evening. On the next morning he must write to his wife; and he could already see the look of painful sorrow which would fall upon his Fanny’s brow when she learned that her husband was going to be a guest at the Duke of Omnium’s. And he must tell her to send him money, and money was scarce. And then, as to Lady Lufton, should he send her some message, orshould he not? In either case he must declare war against her. And then did he not owe everything to Lady Lufton? And thus in spite of all his triumphs he could not get himself to bed in a happy frame of mind.
On the next day, which was Friday, he postponed the disagreeable task of writing. Saturday would do as well; and on Saturday morning, before they all started for Barchester, he did write.And his letter ran as follows:-
‘Chaldicotes, – November, 185 — .
’DEAREST LOVE, – You will be astonished when I tell you how gay we all are here, and what further dissipations are in store for us. The Arabins, as you supposed, are not of our party; but the Proudies are, – as you supposed also. Your suppositions are always right. And what will you think when I tell you that I am to sleep atthe palace on Saturday? You know that there is to be a lecture in Barchester on that day. Well; we must all go, of course, as Harold Smith, one of our set here, is to give it. And now it turns out that we cannot get back the same night because there is no moon; and Mrs Bishop would not allow that my cloth should be
‘And so that’s hunting, is it?’ said Miss Dunstable.
‘Yes, that’s hunting,’ said Mr Sowerby.
‘I did not see any gentleman do anything that I could not do myself, except there was one young man slipped off into the mud; and I shouldn’t like that.’
‘But there was no breaking of bones, was there, my dear?’ said Mrs HaroldSmith.
‘And nobody caught any foxes,’ said Miss Dunstable. ‘The fact is, Mrs Smith, that I don’t think much more of their sport than I do of their business. I shall take to hunting a pack of hounds myself after this.’
‘Do, my dear, and I’ll be your whipper-in. I wonder whether Mrs Proudie would join us.’
‘I shall be writing to the duke to-night,’ said Mr Fothergill to Mark, as they were allriding up to the stable-yard together. ‘You will let me tell his grace that you will accept his invitation – will you not?’
‘Upon my word, the duke is very kind,’ said Mark.
‘He is very anxious to know you, I can assure you,’ said Fothergill.
What could a young flattered fool of a parson do, but say that he would go? Mark did say that he would go; and, in the course of the evening his friendMr Sowerby congratulated him, and the bishop joked with him and said that he knew that he would not give up good company so soon; and Miss Dunstable said she would make him her chaplain as soon as Parliament would allow quack doctors to have such articles – an allusion which Mark did not understand, till he learned that Miss Dunstable was herselfthe proprietress of the celebrated Oil of Lebanon,invented by her late respected father, and patented by him with such wonderful results in the way of accumulated fortune; and Mrs Proudie made him quite one of their party, talking to him about all manner of Church subjects; and then at last, even Miss Proudie smiled on him, when she learned that he had been thought worthy of a bed at a duke’s castle. And all the world seemed to be open to him.
But he could not make himself happy that evening. On the next morning he must write to his wife; and he could already see the look of painful sorrow which would fall upon his Fanny’s brow when she learned that her husband was going to be a guest at the Duke of Omnium’s. And he must tell her to send him money, and money was scarce. And then, as to Lady Lufton, should he send her some message, orshould he not? In either case he must declare war against her. And then did he not owe everything to Lady Lufton? And thus in spite of all his triumphs he could not get himself to bed in a happy frame of mind.
On the next day, which was Friday, he postponed the disagreeable task of writing. Saturday would do as well; and on Saturday morning, before they all started for Barchester, he did write.And his letter ran as follows:-
‘Chaldicotes, – November, 185 — .
’DEAREST LOVE, – You will be astonished when I tell you how gay we all are here, and what further dissipations are in store for us. The Arabins, as you supposed, are not of our party; but the Proudies are, – as you supposed also. Your suppositions are always right. And what will you think when I tell you that I am to sleep atthe palace on Saturday? You know that there is to be a lecture in Barchester on that day. Well; we must all go, of course, as Harold Smith, one of our set here, is to give it. And now it turns out that we cannot get back the same night because there is no moon; and Mrs Bishop would not allow that my cloth should be
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