“Oh, at all manner of hours,—any time before twelve. They will be fashionable, and will be married late.”
“You don’t think she’s Mrs Crosbie yet, then?”
“Lady Alexandrina Crosbie,” said Bell, shuddering.
“Yes, of course; I forgot. I should so like to see her. I feel such an interest about her. I wonder what coloured hair she has. I suppose she is a sort of Juno of a woman,—very tall and handsome. I’m sure she has not got a pug-nose like me. Do you know what I should really like, only of course it’s not possible;—to be godmother to his first child.”
“Oh, Lily!”
“I should. Don’t you hear me say that I know it’s not possible? I’m not going up to London to ask her. She’ll have all manner of grandees for her godfathers and godmothers. I wonder what those grand people are really like.”
“I don’t think there’s any difference. Look at Lady Julia.”
“Oh, she’s not a grand person. It isn’t merely having a title. Don’t you remember that he told us that Mr Palliser is about the grandest grandee of them all. I suppose people do learn to like them. He always used to say that he had been so long among people of that sort, that it would be very difficult for him to divide himself off from them. I should never have done for that kind of thing; should I?”
“There is nothing I despise so much as what you call that kind of thing.”
“Do you? I don’t. After all, think how much work they do. He used to tell me of that. They have all the governing in their hands, and get very little money for doing it.”
“Worse luck for the country.”
“The country seems to do pretty well. But you’re a radical, Bell. My belief is, you wouldn’t be a lady if you could help it.”
“I’d sooner be an honest woman.”
“And so you are,—my own dear, dearest, honest Bell,—and the fairest lady that I know. If I were a man, Bell, you are just the girl that I should worship.”
“But you are not a man; so it’s no good.”
“But you mustn’t let your foot go astray in that way; you mustn’t, indeed. Somebody said, that whatever is, is right, and I declare I believe it.”
“I’m sometimes inclined to think, that whatever is, is wrong.”
“That’s because you’re a radical. I think I’ll get up now, Bell; only it’s so frightfully cold that I’m afraid.”
“There’s a beautiful fire,” said Bell.
“Yes; I see. But the fire won’t go all around me, like the bed does. I wish I could know the very moment when they’re at the altar. It’s only half-past ten yet.”
“I shouldn’t be at all surprised if it’s over.”
“Over! What a word that is! A thing like that is over, and then all the world cannot put it back again. What if he should be unhappy after all?”
“He must take his chance,” said Bell, thinking within her own mind that that chance would be a very bad one.