第30章

'What must he think when he knows,--as of course he does know,---that she has been forbidden to meet him? It must make him fancy that he is very much made of.All that is so very bad for a girl! Indeed it is, Mr Wharton.' Of course there was absolute dishonesty in all this on the part of Mrs Roby.She was true enough to Emily's lover,--too true to him; but she was false to Emily's father.If Emily would have yielded to her she would have arranged meetings at her own house between the lovers altogether in opposition to the father.Nevertheless, there was a show of reason about what she said which Mr Wharton was unable to overcome.And at the same time there was a reality about the girl's sorrow which overcame him.He had never hitherto consulted anyone about anything in his family, having always found his own information and intellect sufficient for his own affairs.But now he felt grievously in want of some pillar,---some female pillar,--on which he could lean.He did not know all Mrs Roby's iniquities; but still he felt that she was not the pillar of which he was in need.There was no such pillar for his use, and he was driven to acknowledge to himself that in this distressing position he must be guided by his own strength, and his own lights.He thought it all out as well as he could in his own chamber, allowing his book or brief to lie idle beside him for many a half-hour.But he was much puzzled both as to the extent of his own authority and the manner in which it should be used.He certainly had not desired his daughter not to meet the man.He could understand that unless some affront had been offered such an edict enforced as to the conduct of a young lady would induce all her acquaintance to suppose that she was either very much in love or else she was very prone to misbehave herself.He feared, indeed, that she was very much in love, but it would not be prudent to tell her secret to all the world.

Perhaps it would be better that she should meet him, always with the understanding that she was not to accept from him any peculiar attention.If she would be obedient in one particular, she would probably be so in the other, and, indeed, he did not at all doubt her obedience.She would obey, but would take care to show him that she was made miserable by obeying.He began to foresee that he had a bad time before him.

And then as he still sat idle, thinking of it all, his mind wandered off to another view of the subject.Could he be happy, or even comfortable, if she were unhappy? Of course he endeavoured to convince himself that if he were bold, determined and dictatorial with her, it would only be in order that her future happiness might be secured.A parent is often bound to disregard the immediate comfort of a child.But then was he sure that he was right? He of course had his own way of looking at life, but was it reasonable that he should force his girl to look at things with his eyes? The man was distasteful to him as being unlike his idea of an English gentleman, and as being without those far-reaching fibres and roots by which he thought that the solidity and stability of a human tree should be assured.But the world was changing around him every day.Royalty was marrying out of its degree.Peers' sons were looking only for money.And, more than that, peers' daughters were bestowing themselves on Jews and shopkeepers.Had he not better make the usual inquiry about the man's means, and, if satisfied on that head, let the girl do as she would? Added to all this, there was growing on him a feeling that ultimately youth would as usual triumph over age, and that he would be beaten.If that were so, why worry himself, or why worry her?

On the day after Mrs Roby's attack upon him he again saw that lady, having on this occasion sent round to ask her to come to him.'I want you to understand that I put no embargo on Emily as to meeting Mr Lopez.I can trust her fully.I do not wish her to encourage his attentions, but I by no means wish her to avoid him.'

'Am I to tell Emily what you say?'

'I will tell her myself.I think it better to say as much to you, as you seemed to be embarrassed by the fear that they might happen to see each other in your drawing-room.'

'It was rather awkward, wasn't it?'

'I have spoken to you now because you seemed to think so.' His manner to her was not very pleasant, but Mrs Roby had known him for many years, and did not care very much for his manner.She had an object to gain, and could put up with a good deal for the sake of her object.

'Very well.Then I shall know how to act.But, Mr Wharton, Imust say this, you know Emily has a will of her own, and you must not hold me responsible for anything that may occur.' As soon as he heard this he almost resolved to withdraw the concession he had made,--but he did not do so.

Very soon after this there came a special invitation from Mr and Mrs Roby, asking the Whartons, father and daughter, to dine with them round the corner.It was quite a special invitation, because it came in the form of a card,--which was unusual between the two families.But the dinner was too, in some degree, a special dinner,--as Emily was enabled to explain to her father, the whole speciality having been fully detailed to herself by her aunt.Mr Roby, whose belongings were not generally aristocratic, had one great connection with whom, after many years of quarrelling, he had lately come into amity.This was his half-brother, considerably older than himself, and was no other than that Mr Roby who was now Secretary to the Admiralty, and who in the last Conservative Government had been one of the Secretaries of the Treasury.The oldest Mr Roby of all, now long since gathered to his fathers, had had two wives and two sons.