He was supposed to have embraced the diplomatic career; had been secretary of legation at some German capital; but after his brothers death he came home and looked out for a seat in Parliament. He found it with no great trouble and has kept it ever since. No one would have the heart to turn him out, he is so good-looking. Its a great thing to be represented by one of the handsomest men in England, it creates such a favorable association of ideas. Any one would be amazed to discover that the borough he sits for, and the name of which I am always forgetting, is not a very pretty place. I have never seen it, and have no idea that it is nt, and I am sure he will survive every revolution. The people must feel that if they should nt keep him some monster would be returned. You remember his appearance,how tall, and fair, and strong he is, and always laughing, yet without looking silly. He is exactly the young man girls in America figure to themselvesin the place of the herowhen they read English novels, and wish to imagine something very aristocratic and Saxon. A bright Bostonian who met him once at my house, exclaimed as soon as he had gone out of the room, At last, at last, I behold it, the mustache of Roland Tremayne!
Of Roland Tremayne!
Dont you remember in A Lawless Love, how often its mentioned, and how glorious and golden it was? Well, I have never seen it till now, but now I have seen it!
If you had nt seen Ambrose Tester, the best description I could give of him would be to say that he looked like Roland Tremayne. I dont know whether that hero was a strong Liberal, but this is what Sir Ambrose is supposed to be. (He succeeded his father two years ago, but I shall come to that.) He is not exactly what I should call thoughtful, but he is interested, or thinks he is, in a lot of things that I dont understand, and that one sees and skips in the newspapers,volunteering, and redistribution, and sanitation, and the representation of minorsminoritieswhat is it? When I said just now that he is always laughing, I ought to have explained that I did nt mean when he is talking to Lady Vandeleur. She makes him serious, makes him almost solemn; by which I dont mean that she bores him. Far from it; but when he is in her company he is thoughtful; he pulls his golden mustache, and Roland Tremayne looks as if his vision were turned in, and he were meditating on her words. He does nt say much himself; it is sheshe used to be so silentwho does the talking. She has plenty to say to him; she describes to him the charms that she discovers in the path of duty. He seldom speaks in the House, I believe, but when he does its offhand, and amusing, and sensible, and every one likes it. He will never be a great statesman, but he will add to the softness of Dorsetshire, and remain, in short, a very gallant, pleasant, prosperous, typical English gentleman, with a name, a fortune, a perfect appearance, a devoted, bewildered little wife, a great many reminiscences, a great many friends (including Lady Vandeleur and myself), and, strange to say, with all these advantages, something that faintly resembles a conscience.
II
Five years ago he told me his father insisted on his marrying,would not hear of his putting it off any longer. Sir Edmund had been harping on this string ever since he came back from Germany, had made it both a general and a particular request, not only urging him to matrimony in the abstract, but pushing him into the arms of every young woman in the country. Ambrose had promised, procrastinated, temporized; but at last he was at the end of his evasions, and his poor father had taken the tone of supplication. He thinks immensely of the name, of the place and all that, and he has got it into his head that if I dont marry before he dies, I wont marry after. So much I remember Ambrose Tester said to me. Its a fixed idea; he has got it on the brain. He wants to see me married with his eyes, and he wants to take his grandson in his arms. Not without that will he be satisfied that the whole thing will go straight. He thinks he is nearing his end, but he isnt,he will live to see a hundred, dont you think so?and he has made me a solemn appeal to put an end to what he calls his suspense. He has an idea some one will get hold of mesome woman I cant marry. As if I were not old enough to take care of myself!
Perhaps he is afraid of me, I suggested, facetiously.
No, it is nt you, said my visitor, betraying by his tone that it was some one, though he didnt say whom. Thats all rot, of course; one marries sooner or later, and I shall do like every one else. If I marry before I die, its as good as if I marry before he dies, is nt it? I should be delighted to have the governor at my wedding, but it is nt necessary for the legality, is it?
I asked him what he wished me to do, and how I could help him. He knew already my peculiar views, that I was trying to get husbands for all the girls of my acquaintance and to prevent the men from taking wives. The sight of an ummarried woman afflicted me, and yet when my male friends changed their state I took it as a personal offence. He let me know that so far as he was concerned I must prepare myself for this injury, for he had given his father his word that another twelvemonth should not see him a bachelor. The old man had given him carte blanche; he made no condition beyond exacting that the lady should have youth and health. Ambrose Tester, at any rate, had taken a vow and now he was going seriously to look about him. I said to him that what must be must be, and that there were plenty of charming girls about the land, among whom he could suit himself easily enough. There was no better match in England, I said, and he would only have to make his choice. That however is not what I thought, for my real reflections were summed up in the silent exclamation, What a pity Lady Vandeleur isnt a widow! I hadnt the smallest doubt that if she were he would marry her on the spot; and after he had gone I wondered considerably what she thought of this turn in his affairs. If it was disappointing to me, how little it must be to her taste! Sir Edmund had not been so much out of the way in fearing there might be obstacles to his sons taking the step he desired. Margaret Vandeleur was an obstacle. I knew it as well as if Mr. Tester had told me.
I dont mean there was anything in their relation he might not freely have alluded to, for Lady Vandeleur, in spite of her beauty and her tiresome husband, was not a woman who could be accused of an indiscretion. Her husband was a pedant about trifles,the shape of his hatbrim, the pose of his coachman, and cared for nothing else; but she was as nearly a saint as one may be when one has rubbed shoulders for ten years with the best society in Europe. It is a characteristic of that society that even its saints are suspected, and I go too far in saying that little pinpricks were not administered, in considerable numbers to her reputation. But she did nt feel them, for still more than Ambrose Tester she was a person to whose happiness a good conscience was necessary. I should almost say that for her happiness it was sufficient, and, at any rate, it was only those who didnt know her that pretended to speak of her lightly. If one had the honor of her acquaintance one might have thought her rather shut up to her beauty and her grandeur, but one could nt but feel there was something in her composition that would keep her from vulgar aberrations. Her husband was such a feeble type that she must have felt doubly she had been put upon her honor. To deceive such a man as that was to make him more ridiculous than he was already, and from such a result a woman bearing his name may very well have shrunk. Perhaps it would have been worse for Lord Vandeleur, who had every pretension of his order and none of its amiability, if he had been a better, or at least, a cleverer man. When a woman behaves so well she is not obliged to be careful, and there is no need of consulting appearances when one is ones self an appearance. Lady Vandeleur accepted Ambrose Testers attentions, and Heaven knows they were frequent; but she had such an air of perfect equilibrium that one could nt see her, in imagination, bend responsive. Incense was incense, but one saw her sitting quite serene among the fumes. That honor of her acquaintance of which I just now spoke it had been given me to enjoy; that is to say, I met her a dozen times in the season in a hot crowd, and we smiled sweetly and murmured a vague question or two, without hearing, or even trying to hear, each others answer. If I knew that Ambrose Tester was perpetually in and out of her house and always arranging with her that they should go to the same places, I doubt whether she, on her side, knew how often he came to see me. I dont think he would have let her know, and am conscious, in saying this, that it indicated an advanced state of intimacy (with her, I mean).