A LACK OF PERCEPTION
Mercantile as Americans were proclaimed to be, the opinion of Sir Nigel Anstruthers was that they were, on some points, singularly unbusinesslike.In the perfectly obvious and ****** matter of the settlement of his daughter's fortune, he had felt that Reuben Vanderpoel was obtuse to the point of idiocy.
He seemed to have none of the ordinary points of view.
Naturally there was to Anstruthers' mind but one point of view to take.A man of birth and rank, he argued, does not career across the Atlantic to marry a New York millionaire's daughter unless he anticipates deriving some advantage from the alliance.Such a man--being of Anstruthers' type--would not have married a rich woman even in his own country with out ****** sure that advantages were to accrue to himself as a result of the union."In England," to use his own words, "there was no nonsense about it." Women's fortunes as well as themselves belonged to their husbands, and a man who was master in his own house could make his wife do as he chose.
He had seen girls with money managed very satisfactorily by fellows who held a tight rein, and were not moved by tears, and did not allow talking to relations.If he had been desirous of marrying and could have afforded to take a penniless wife, there were hundreds of portionless girls ready to thank God for a decent chance to settle themselves for life, and one need not stir out of one's native land to find them.
But Sir Nigel had not in the least desired to saddle himself with a domestic encumbrance, in fact nothing would have induced him to consider the step if he had not been driven hard by circumstances.His fortunes had reached a stage where money must be forthcoming somehow--from somewhere.
He and his mother had been living from hand to mouth, so to speak, for years, and they had also been obliged to keep up appearances, which is sometimes embittering even to persons of amiable tempers.Lady Anstruthers, it is true, had lived in the country in as niggardly a manner as possible.She had narrowed her existence to absolute privation, presenting at the same time a stern, bold front to the persons who saw her, to the insufficient staff of servants, to the village to the vicar and his wife, and the few far-distant neighbours who perhaps once a year drove miles to call or leave a card.She was an old woman sufficiently unattractive to find no difficulty in the way of limiting her acquaintances.The unprepossessing wardrobe she had gathered in the passing years was remade again and again by the village dressmaker.She wore dingy old silk gowns and appalling bonnets, and mantles dripping with rusty fringes and bugle beads, but these mitigated not in the least the unflinching arrogance of her bearing, or the ******, intolerant rudeness which she considered proper and becoming in persons like herself.She did not of course allow that there existed many persons like herself.
That society rejoiced in this fact was but the stamp of its inferiority and folly.While she pinched herself and harried her few hirelings at Stornham it was necessary for Sir Nigel to show himself in town and present as decent an appearance as possible.His vanity was far too arrogant to allow of his permitting himself to drop out of the world to which he could not afford to belong.That he should have been forgotten or ignored would have been intolerable to him.For a few years he was invited to dine at good houses, and got shooting and hunting as part of the hospitality of his acquaintances.
But a man who cannot afford to return hospitalities will find that he need not expect to avail himself of those of his acquaintances to the end of his career unless he is an extremely engaging person.Sir Nigel Anstruthers was not an engaging person.He never gave a thought to the comfort or interest of any other human being than himself.He was also dominated by the kind of nasty temper which so reveals itself when let loose that its owner cannot control it even when it would be distinctly to his advantage to do so.
Finding that he had nothing to give in return for what he took as if it were his right, society gradually began to cease to retain any lively recollection of his existence.The trades-people he had borne himself loftily towards awakened to the fact that he was the kind of man it was at once safe and wise to dun, and therefore proceeded to make his life a burden to him.At his clubs he had never been a member surrounded and rejoiced over when he made his appearance.The time came when he began to fancy that he was rather edged away from, and he endeavoured to sustain his dignity by being sulky and ****** caustic speeches when he was approached.Driven occasionally down to Stornham by actual pressure of circumstances, he found the outlook there more embittering still.
Lady Anstruthers laid the bareness of the land before him without any effort to palliate unpleasantness.If he chose to stalk about and look glum, she could sit still and call his attention to revolting truths which he could not deny.She could point out to him that he had no money, and that tenants would not stay in houses which were tumbling to pieces, and work land which had been starved.She could tell him just how long a time had elapsed since wages had been paid and accounts cleared off.And she had an engaging, unbiassed way of seeming to drive these maddening details home by the mere manner of her statement.
"You make the whole thing as damned disagreeable as you can," Nigel would snarl.
"I merely state facts," she would reply with acrid serenity.
A man who cannot keep up his estate, pay his tailor or the rent of his lodgings in town, is in a strait which may drive him to desperation.Sir Nigel Anstruthers borrowed some money, went to New York and made his suit to nice little silly Rosalie Vanderpoel.
But the whole thing was unexpectedly disappointing and surrounded by irritating circumstances.He found himself face to face with a state of affairs such as he had not contemplated.
