The Youth of Jefferson | Page 7

ride was quite agreeable."
"Any news, sir?"
"None, except a confirmation of those designs of the ministry which are now causing so much discussion."
"What designs?"
A faint smile passed over Mowbray's calm face.
"Are you quite sure that politics will amuse you?" he said.
"Amuse? no, sir. But you seem to have fallen into the fashionable error, that ladies only require amusement."
He shook his head.
"You do me injustice," he said; "no man has so high an opinion of your sex, madam, as I have."
"I doubt it--you deceive yourself."
"Excuse me, but I do not."
"You are one of the lords of creation," said Philippa satirically.
"A very poor lord," he replied calmly.
"Are you poor?" asked Philippa as coolly.
"Yes, madam."
"But you design being rich some day?"
"Yes, madam, if my brain serves me."
"You aspire perhaps to his Majesty's council?"
"No, madam," he replied, with perfect coolness; "were I in public life, I should most probably be in the opposition."
"A better opening."
"No; but better for one who holds my opinions--better for the conscience."
"And for the purse?"
"I know not. If you mean that public life holds out pecuniary rewards, I think you are mistaken."
"Then you will not become rich by politics?"
"I think, madam, that there is little chance of that."
"Still you would wish to be wealthy?"
"Yes, madam."
"You are fond of luxury?"
"Yes, madam."
"Horses, wines, carriages?"
"Excuse me--no."
"What then?"
"The luxury of seeing my orphan sister surrounded with every comfort."
A flush passed over Philippa's face, and she turned away; but she was not satisfied.
"There is a very plain and easy way to arrive at wealth, sir," she said; "law is so slow."
"Please indicate it."
"Marry an heiress."
There was a silence after these words; and Philippa could scarcely sustain the clear fixed look which he bent upon her face.
"Is that your advice, madam?" he said coldly. "I thank you for it."
His tone piqued her.
"Then follow it," she said.
"Excuse me again."
"Is it not friendly?"
"Possibly, but not to my taste."
"Why, sir?"
"First, because the course you suggest is not very honorable; secondly, and in another aspect, it is very disgraceful; again, it is too expensive, if I may be permitted to utter what seems to be, but is not, a very rude and cynical speech."
"Not honorable--disgraceful--too expensive! Indeed! Why, sir, you at once exclude heiresses from matrimony."
"Not so, madam."
"Not honorable!"
"I think it is not honorable to acquire wealth, for the best purpose in the world, by giving the hand and not the heart."
"The hand and the heart!--who speaks of heart in these days? But you say it is even disgraceful to marry an heiress."
"Not at all; but if a man does not love a woman, is it not disgraceful in the full sense of that word, madam, to unite himself to her, or rather to her money bags, only that he may procure the means of living in luxury, and gratifying his expensive tastes and vices?"
"If he does not love her, you say. Love! that is a very pretty word, and rhymes, I believe, to dove! Well, sir, you have endeavored to establish your point by the aid of two delightful phrases, 'the hand and not the heart'--'the man who does not love a woman'--beautiful words, only I don't believe in them. Now be good enough to explain your third point:--how is it too 'expensive' to marry a wealthy woman? I know you gentlemen at the college are inveterate logicians, and find little difficulty in proving that twice two's five, and that black is irreproachable white--that fire is cold--ice, hot--smoke, heavy--and lead light as thistle-down. Still I imagine you will find it difficult to show that 'tis expensive to marry, let us say, fifty thousand pounds a year!"
Mowbray looked at her face a moment, and sighed; a great hope seemed to be leaving him; when he spoke, it was with manifest repugnance.
"Let us dismiss this singular subject, madam," he said calmly; "I spoke too thoughtlessly. See that lovely humming-bird around the honeysuckle, searching in vain for honey."
"As I do for your reasons, sir," said Philippa curtly.
"My reasons?"
"You refuse to explain----"
"Well, well--I see you will compel me to speak. Well, madam, my meaning is very simple. When I say that it is too 'expensive' to unite oneself to a woman solely because that woman has for her portion a great fortune, a large income, every luxury and elegance to endow her husband with--I mean simply that if this woman be uncongenial, if her husband care nothing for her, only her fortune, then that he will necessarily be unhappy, and that unhappiness is cheaply bought with millions. Money only goes a certain way--tell me when it bought a heart! Mine, madam, it will never buy at least--if you will permit me to utter a sentence in such bad taste. And now let us abandon this discussion, which leads us into such serious moods."
She turned away, and looked through the window.
Two birds were playfully contending