The American Senator. Anthony Trollope

should be too cold or too tired to conduct herself with propriety. No real lady is ever so."

      "The place is strange to them, you know."

      "I hope with all my heart that it may never be otherwise than strange to them."

      When they arrived at the house the strangers were carried into the library and tea was of course brought to them. The American Senator was there, but the greetings were very cold. Mrs. Morton took her place and offered her hospitality in the most frigid manner. There had not been the smallest spark of love's flame shown as yet, nor did the girl as she sat sipping her tea seem to think that any such spark was wanted. Morton did get a seat beside her and managed to take away her muff and one of her shawls, but she gave them to him almost as she might have done to a servant. She smiled indeed—but she smiled as some women smile at everybody who has any intercourse with them. "I think perhaps Mrs. Morton will let us go up-stairs," said Lady Augustus. Mrs. Morton immediately rang the bell and prepared to precede the ladies to their chambers. Let them be as insolent as they would she would do what she conceived to be her duty. Then Lady Augustus stalked out of the room and her daughter swum after her. "They don't seem to be quite the same as they were in Washington," said the Senator.

      John Morton got up and left the room without making any reply. He was thoroughly unhappy. What was he to do for a week with such a houseful of people? And then, what was he to do for all his life if the presiding spirit of the house was to be such a one as this? She was very beautiful—certainly. So he told himself; and yet as he walked round the park he almost repented of what he had done. But after twenty minutes' fast walking he was able to convince himself that all the fault on this occasion lay with the mother. Lady Augustus had been fatigued with her journey and had therefore made everybody near her miserable.

      CHAPTER XIII.

      AT BRAGTON.

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      When the ladies went up-stairs the afternoon was not half over and they did not dine till past seven. As Morton returned to the house in the dusk he thought that perhaps Arabella might make some attempt to throw herself in his way. She had often done so when they were not engaged, and surely she might do so now. There was nothing to prevent her coming down to the library when she had got rid of her travelling clothes, and in this hope he looked into the room. As soon as the door was open the Senator, who was preparing his lecture in his mind, at once asked whether no one in England had an apparatus for warming rooms such as was to be found in every well-built house in the States. The Paragon hardly vouchsafed him a word of reply, but escaped up-stairs, trusting that he might meet Miss Trefoil on the way. He was a bold man and even ventured to knock at her door;—but there was no reply, and, fearing the Senator, he had to betake himself to his own privacy. Miss Trefoil had migrated to her mother's room, and there, over the fire, was holding a little domestic conversation. "I never saw such a barrack in my life," said Lady Augustus.

      "Of course, mamma, we knew that we should find the house such as it was left a hundred years ago. He told us that himself."

      "He should have put something in it to make it at any rate decent before we came in."

      "What's the use if he's to live always at foreign courts?"

      "He intends to come home sometimes, I suppose, and, if he didn't, you would." Lady Augustus was not going to let her daughter marry a man who could not give her a home for at any rate a part of the year. "Of course he must furnish the place and have an immense deal done before he can marry. I think it is a piece of impudence to bring one to such a place as this."

      "That's nonsense, mamma, because he told us all about it."

      "The more I see of it all, Arabella, the more sure I am that it won't do."

      "It must do, mamma."

      "Twelve hundred a year is all that he offers, and his lawyer says that he will make no stipulation whatever as to an allowance."

      "Really, mamma, you might leave that to me."

      "I like to have everything fixed, my dear—and certain."

      "Nothing really ever is certain. While there is anything to get you may be sure that I shall have my share. As far as money goes I'm not a bit afraid of having the worst of it—only there will be so very little between us."

      "That's just it."

      "There's no doubt about the property, mamma."

      "A nasty beggarly place!"

      "And from what everybody says he's sure to be a minister or ambassador or something of that sort."

      "I've no doubt he will. And where'll he have to go to? To Brazil, or the West Indies, or some British Colony," said her ladyship showing her ignorance of the Foreign Office service. "That might be very well. You could stay at home. Only where would you live? He wouldn't keep a house in town for you. Is this the sort of place you'd like?"

      "I don't think it makes any difference where one is," said Arabella disgusted.

      "But I do—a very great difference. It seems to me that he's altogether under the control of that hideous old termagant. Arabella, I think you'd better make up your mind that it won't do."

      "It must do," said Arabella.

      "You're very fond of him it seems."

      "Mamma, how you do delight to torture me;—as if my life weren't bad enough without your making it worse."

      "I tell you, my dear, what I'm bound to tell you—as your mother. I have my duty to do whether it's painful or not."

      "That's nonsense, mamma. You know it is. That might have been all very well ten years ago."

      "You were almost in your cradle, my dear."

      "Psha! cradle! I'll tell you what it is, mamma. I've been at it till I'm nearly broken down. I must settle somewhere;—or else die;—or else run away. I can't stand this any longer and I won't. Talk of work—men's work! What man ever has to work as I do?" I wonder which was the hardest part of that work, the hairdressing and painting and companionship of the lady's maid or the continual smiling upon unmarried men to whom she had nothing to say and for whom she did not in the least care! "I can't do it any more, and I won't. As for Mr. Morton, I don't care that for him. You know I don't. I never cared much for anybody, and shall never again care at all."

      "You'll find that will come all right after you are married."

      "Like you and papa, I suppose."

      "My dear, I had no mother to take care of me, or I shouldn't have married your father."

      "I wish you hadn't, because then I shouldn't be going to marry Mr. Morton. But, as I have got so far, for heaven's sake let it go on. If you break with him I'll tell him everything and throw myself into his hands." Lady Augustus sighed deeply. "I will, mamma. It was you spotted this man, and when you said that you thought it would do, I gave way. He was the last man in the world I should have thought of myself."

      "We had heard so much about Bragton!"

      "And Bragton is here. The estate is not out of elbows."

      "My dear, my opinion is that we've made a mistake. He's not the sort of man I took him to be. He's as hard as a file."

      "Leave that to me, mamma."

      "You are determined then?"

      "I think I am. At any rate let me look about me. Don't give him an opportunity of breaking off till I have made up my mind. I can always break off if I like it. No one in London has heard of the engagement yet. Just leave me alone for this week to see what I think about it." Then Lady Augustus threw herself back in her chair and went to sleep, or pretended to do so.

      A little after half-past seven she and her daughter, dressed for dinner, went down to the library together. The other guests were assembled there, and