Cruel!  She had told him that he would be cruel, if he opposed her love.  He thought he knew of himself that he could not be cruel,—­ even to a fly, even to a political opponent.  There could be no cruelty without dishonesty, and did he not always struggle to be honest?  Cruel to his own daughter!

CHAPTER 12

At Richmond

The pity of it!  The pity of it!  It was thus that Lady Cantrip looked at it.  From what the girl’s father had said to her she was disposed to believe that the malady had gone deep with her.  ’All things go deep with her,’ he had said.  And she too from other sources had heard something of this girl.  She was afraid that it would go deep.  It was a thousand pities!  Then she asked herself whether the marriage ought to be regarded as impossible.  The Duke had been very positive,—­had declared again and again that it was quite impossible, had so expressed himself as to make her aware that he intended her to understand that he would not yield whatever the sufferings of the girl might be.  But Lady Cantrip knew the world well and was aware that in such matters daughters are apt to be stronger than their fathers.  He had declared Tregear to be a young man with very small means, and intent on such pleasures as require great means for their enjoyment.  No worse character could be given to a gentleman who had proposed himself as a son-in-law.  But Lady Cantrip thought it possible that the Duke might be mistaken in this.  She had never seen Mr Tregear, but she fancied that she had heard his name, and that the name was connected with a character different from that which the Duke had given him.

Lady Cantrip, who at this time was a young-looking woman, not much above forty, had two daughters, both of whom were married.  The younger about a year since had become the wife of Lord Nidderdale, a middle-aged young man who had been long about town, a cousin of the late Duchess, the heir to a marquisate, and a Member of Parliament.  The marriage had not been considered very brilliant; but the husband was himself good-natured and pleasant, and Lady Cantrip was fond of him.  In the first place she went to him for information.

‘Oh yes, I know him.  He’s one of our set at the Beargarden.’

‘Not your set now, I hope,’ she said laughing.

’Well;—­I don’t see so much of them as I used to.  Tregear is not a bad fellow at all.  He’s always with Silverbridge.  When Silverbridge does what Tregear tells him, he goes along pretty straight.  But unfortunately there’s another man called Tifto, and when Tifto is in the ascendant then Silverbridge is apt to go a little astray.’

‘He’s not in debt, then?’

’Who?-Tregear?  I should think he’s the last man in the world to owe a penny to anyone.’

‘Is he a betting man?’

’Oh dear no; quite the other way up.  He’s a severe, sarcastic, bookish sort of fellow,—­a chap who knows everything and turns up his nose at people who know nothing.’