'Yes; he'll be Duke of Omnium when the old fellow dies. I think he's one of the slowest fellows I ever came across. He'll take deuced good care of the property, though.'
'But, George, do explain it to me. It is so stupid not to understand, and I am afraid of opening my mouth for fear of blundering.'
'Then keep your mouth shut, my dear. You'll learn all those sort of things in time, and nobody notices it if you don't say anything.'
'Yes, but, George;—I don't like to sit silent all the night. I'd sooner be up here with a novel if I can't speak about anything.'
'Look at Lady Dumbello. She doesn't want to be always talking.'
'Lady Dumbello is very different from me. But do tell me, who is Mr Palliser?'
'He's the duke's nephew. If he were the duke's son, he would be the Marquis of Silverbridge.'
'And will he be plain Mister till his uncle dies?'
'Yes, a very plain Mister.'
'What a pity for him. But, George,—if I have a baby, and if he should be a boy, and if—'
'Oh, nonsense; it will be time enough to talk of that when he comes. I'm going to sleep.'
XXIV. A Mother-in-Law and a Father-in-Law
On the following morning Mr Plantagenet Palliser was off upon his political mission before breakfast;—either that, or else some private comfort was afforded to him in guise of solitary rolls and coffee. The public breakfast at Courcy Castle was going on at eleven o'clock, and at that hour Mr Palliser was already closeted with the Mayor of Silverbridge.
'I must get off by the 3.45 train,' said Mr Palliser. 'Who is there to speak after me?'
'Well, I shall say a few words; and Growdy,—he'll expect them to listen to him. Growdy has always stood very firm by his grace, Mr Palliser.'
'Mind we are in the room sharp at one. And you can have a fly, for me to get away to the station, ready in the yard. I won't go a moment before I can help. I shall be just an hour and a half myself. No, thank you, I never take any wine in the morning.' And I may here state that Mr Palliser did get away by the 3.45 train, leaving Mr Growdy still talking on the platform. Constituents must be treated with respect; but time has become so scarce nowadays that that respect has to be meted out by the quarter of an hour with parsimonious care.
In the meantime there was more leisure at Courcy Caste. Neither the countess nor Lady Alexandrina came down to breakfast, but their absence gave rise to no special remark. Breakfast at the castle was a morning meal at which people showed themselves, or did not show themselves, as it pleased them. Lady Julia was there looking very glum, and Crosbie was sitting next to his future sister-in-law Margaretta, who already had placed herself on terms of close affection with him. As he finished his tea she whispered into his ear, 'Mr Crosbie, if you could spare half an hour, mamma would so like to see you in her own room.' Crosbie declared that he would be delighted to wait upon her, and did in truth feel some gratitude in being welcomed as a son-in-law into the house. And yet he felt also that he was being caught, and that in ascending into the private domains of the countess he would be setting the seal upon his own captivity.
Nevertheless, he went with a smiling face and a light step, Lady Margaretta ushering him the way. 'Mamma,' said she, 'I have brought Mr Crosbie up to you. I did not know that you were here, Alexandrina, or I should have warned him.'
The countess and her youngest daughter had been breakfasting together in the elder lady's sitting-room, and were now seated in a very graceful and well-arranged deshabille. The tea-cups out of which they had been drinking were made of some elegant porcelain, the teapot and cream-jug were of chased silver and as delicate in their sway. The remnant of food consisted of morsels of French roll which had not even been allowed to crumble themselves in a disorderly fashion, and of infinitesimal pats of butter. If the morning meal of the two ladies had been as unsubstantial as the appearance of the fragments indicated, it must be presumed that they intended to lunch early. The countess herself was arrayed in an elaborate morning wrapper of figured silk, but the simple Alexandrina wore a plain white muslin peignoir, fastened with pink ribbon. Her hair, which she usually carried in long rolls, now hung loose over her shoulders, and certainly added something to her stock of female charms. The countess got up as Crosbie entered and greeted him with an open hand; but Alexandrina kept her seat, and merely nodded at him a little welcome.
