should Dolly marry such a creature as that?’ asked Sophia.
‘Because everybody wants money,’ said Lady Pomona. ‘I’m sure I don’t know what your papa is to do, or how it is that there never is any money for anything, I don’t spend it.’
‘I don’t think that we do anything out of the way,’ said Sophia. ‘I haven’t the slightest idea what papa’s income is; but if we’re to live at all, I don’t know how we are to make a change.’
‘It’s always been like this ever since I can remember,’ said Georgiana, ‘and I don’t mean to worry about it any more. I suppose it’s just the same with other people, only one doesn’t know it.’
‘But, my dears — when we are obliged to have such people as these Melmottes!’
‘As for that, if we didn’t have them somebody else would. I shan’t trouble myself about them, I suppose it will only be for two days.’
‘My dear, they’re coming for a week!’
‘Then papa must take them about the country, that’s all. I never did hear of anything so absurd. What good can they do papa by being down there?’
‘He is wonderfully rich,’ said Lady Pomona.
‘But I don’t suppose he’ll give papa his money,’ continued Georgiana. ‘Of course I don’t pretend to understand, but I think there is more fuss about these things than they deserve. If papa hasn’t got money to live at home, why doesn’t he go abroad for a year? The Sidney Beauchamps did that, and the girls had quite a nice time of it in Florence. It was there that Clara Beauchamp met young Lord Liffey. I shouldn’t at all mind that kind of thing, but I think it quite horrible to have these sort of people brought down upon us at Caversham. No one knows who they are, or where they came from, or what they’ll turn to.’ So spoke Georgiana, who among the Longestaffes was supposed to have the strongest head, and certainly the sharpest tongue.
This conversation took place in the drawing-room of the Longestaffes’ family town-house in Bruton Street. It was not by any means a charming house, having but few of those luxuries and elegancies which have been added of late years to newly-built London residences. It was gloomy and inconvenient, with large drawing-rooms, bad bedrooms, and very little accommodation for servants. But it was the old family town-house, having been inhabited by three or four generations of Longestaffes, and did not savour of that radical newness which prevails, and which was peculiarly distasteful to Mr Longestaffe. Queen’s Gate and the quarters around were, according to Mr Longestaffe, devoted to opulent tradesmen. Even Belgrave Square, though its aristocratic properties must be admitted, still smelt of the mortar. Many of those living there and thereabouts had never possessed in their families real family town-houses. The old streets lying between Piccadilly and Oxford Street, one or two well-known localities to the south and north of these boundaries, were the proper sites for these habitations. When Lady Pomona, instigated by some friend of high rank but questionable taste, had once suggested a change to Eaton Square, Mr Longestaffe had at once snubbed his wife. If Bruton Street wasn’t good enough for her and the girls then they might remain at Caversham. The threat of remaining at Caversham had been often made, for Mr Longestaffe, proud as he was of his town-house, was, from year to year, very anxious to save the expense of the annual migration. The girls’ dresses and the girls’ horses, his wife’s carriage and his own brougham, his dull London dinner-parties, and the one ball which it was always necessary that Lady Pomona should give, made him look forward to the end of July, with more dread than to any other period. It was then that he began to know what that year’s season would cost him. But he had never yet been able to keep his family in the country during the entire year. The girls, who as yet knew nothing of the Continent beyond Paris, had signified their willingness to be taken about Germany and Italy for twelve months, but had shown by every means in their power that they would mutiny against any intention on their father’s part to keep them at Caversham during the London season.
Georgiana had just finished her strong-minded protest against the Melmottes, when her brother strolled into the room. Dolly did not often show himself in Bruton Street. He had rooms of his own, and could seldom even be induced to dine with his family. His mother wrote to him notes without end — notes every day, pressing invitations of all sorts upon him; would he come and dine; would he take them to the theatre; would he go to this ball; would he go to that evening-party? These Dolly barely read, and never answered. He would open them, thrust them into some pocket, and then forget them. Consequently his mother worshipped him; and even his sisters, who were at any rate superior to him in intellect, treated him with a certain deference. He could do as he liked, and they felt themselves to be slaves, bound down by the dulness of the Longestaffe regime. His freedom was grand to their eyes, and very enviable, although they were aware that he had already so used it as to impoverish himself in the midst of his wealth.
‘My dear Adolphus,’ said the mother, ‘this is so nice of you.’
‘I think it is rather nice,’ said Dolly, submitting himself to be kissed.
‘Oh Dolly, whoever would have thought of seeing you?’ said Sophia.
‘Give him some tea,’ said his mother. Lady Pomona was always having tea from four o’clock till she was taken away to dress for dinner.
‘I’d sooner have soda and brandy,’ said Dolly.
‘My darling boy!’
‘I didn’t ask for it, and I don’t expect to get it; indeed I don’t want it. I only said I’d sooner have it than tea. Where’s the governor?’ They all looked at him with wondering eyes. There must be something going on more than they had dreamed of, when Dolly asked to see his father.
‘Papa went out in the brougham immediately after lunch,’ said Sophia gravely.
‘I’ll wait a little for him,’ said Dolly, taking out his watch.
‘Do stay and dine with us,’ said Lady Pomona.
‘I could not do that, because I’ve got to go and dine with some fellow.’
‘Some fellow! I believe you don’t know where you’re going,’ said Georgiana.
‘My fellow knows. At least he’s a fool if he don’t.’
‘Adolphus,’ began Lady Pomona very seriously, ‘I’ve got a plan and I want you to help me.’
‘I hope there isn’t very much to do in it, mother.’
‘We’re all going to Caversham, just for Whitsuntide, and we particularly want you to come.’
‘By George! no; I couldn’t do that.’
‘You haven’t heard half. Madame Melmotte and her daughter are coming.’
‘The d —— they are!’ ejaculated Dolly.
‘Dolly!’ said Sophia, ‘do remember where you are.’
‘Yes I will; — and I’ll remember too where I won’t be. I won’t go to Caversham to meet old mother Melmotte.’
‘My dear boy,’ continued the mother, ‘do you know that Miss Melmotte will have twenty thousand a year the day she marries; and that in all probability her husband will some day be the richest man in Europe?’
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