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Mark Robarts is a young vicar, newly arrived in the village of Framley in Barsetshire. Mark has ambitions to further his career and begins to seek connections in the county's high society. He is soon preyed upon by local Member of Parliament to guarantee a substantial loan, which Mark in a moment of weakness agrees to, even though he does not have the means. The consequences of this blunder play a major role in the plot, with Mark eventually being publicly humiliated when bailiffs begin to confiscate the Robarts' furniture. At the last moment, Lord Lufton forces a loan on the reluctant Mark.
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Miss Dunstable at Home
Miss Dunstable did not look like a love-lorn maiden, as she stood in a small ante-chamber at the top of her drawing-room stairs, receiving her guests. Her house was one of those abnormal mansions, which are to be seen here and there in London, built in compliance rather with the rules of rural architecture, than with those which usually govern the erection of city streets and town terraces. It stood back from its brethren, and alone, so that its owner could walk round it. It was approached by a short carriage-way; the chief door was in the back of the building; and the front of the house looked on to one of the parks. Miss Dunstable in procuring it had had her usual luck. It had been built by an eccentric millionaire at an enormous cost; and the eccentric millionaire, after living in it for twelve months, had declared that it did not possess a single comfort, and that it was deficient in most of those details which, in point of house accommodation, are necessary to the very existence of man. Consequently the mansion was sold, and Miss Dunstable was the purchaser. Cranbourn House it had been named, and its present owner had made no change in this respect; but the world at large very generally called it Ointment Hall, and Miss Dunstable herself as frequently used that name for it as any other. It was impossible to quiz Miss Dunstable with any success, because she always joined in the joke herself. Not a word further had passed between Mrs. Gresham and Dr. Thorne on the subject of their last conversation; but the doctor as he entered the ladyās portals amongst a tribe of servants and in a glare of light, and saw the crowd before him and the crowd behind him, felt that it was quite impossible that he should ever be at home there. It might be all right that a Miss Dunstable should live in this way, but it could not be right that the wife of Dr. Thorne should so live. But all this was a matter of the merest speculation, for he was well awareāas he said to himself a dozen timesāthat his niece had blundered strangely in her reading of Miss Dunstableās character.
When the Gresham party entered the ante-room into which the staircase opened, they found Miss Dunstable standing there surrounded by a few of her most intimate allies. Mrs. Harold Smith was sitting quite close to her; Dr. Easyman was reclining on a sofa against the wall, and the lady who habitually lived with Miss Dunstable was by his side. One or two others were there also, so that a little running conversation was kept up in order to relieve Miss Dunstable of the tedium which might otherwise be engendered by the work she had in hand. As Mrs. Gresham, leaning on her husbandās arm, entered the room, she saw the back of Mrs. Proudie, as that lady made her way through the opposite door, leaning on the arm of the bishop. Mrs. Harold Smith had apparently recovered from the annoyance which she must no doubt have felt when Miss Dunstable so utterly rejected her suit on behalf of her brother. If any feeling had existed, even for a day, calculated to put a stop to the intimacy between the two ladies, that feeling had altogether died away, for Mrs. Harold Smith was conversing with her friend, quite in the old way. She made some remark on each of the guests as they passed by, and apparently did so in a manner satisfactory to the owner of the house, for Miss Dunstable answered with her kindest smiles, and in that genial, happy tone of voice which gave its peculiar character to her good humour: āShe is quite convinced that you are a mere plagiarist in what you are doing,ā said Mrs. Harold Smith, speaking of Mrs. Proudie.
āAnd so I am. I donāt suppose there can be anything very original nowadays about an evening party.ā
āBut she thinks you are copying her.ā
āAnd why not? I copy everybody that I see, more or less. You did not at first begin to wear big petticoats out of your own head? If Mrs. Proudie has any such pride as that, pray donāt rob her of it. Hereās the doctor and the Greshams. Mary, my darling, how are you?ā and in spite of all her grandeur of apparel, Miss Dunstable took hold of Mrs. Gresham and kissed herāto the disgust of the dozen and a half of the distinguished fashionable world who were passing up the stairs behind. The doctor was somewhat repressed in his mode of address by the communication which had so lately been made to him. Miss Dunstable was now standing on the very top of the pinnacle of wealth, and seemed to him to be not only so much above his reach, but also so far removed from his track in life, that he could not in any way put himself on a level with her. He could neither aspire so high nor descend so low; and thinking of this he spoke to Miss Dunstable as though there were some great distance between them,āas though there had been no hours of intimate friendship down at Greshamsbury. There had been such hours, during which Miss Dunstable and Dr. Thorne had lived as though they belonged to the same world: and this at any rate may be said of Miss Dunstable, that she had no idea of forgetting them.
Dr. Thorne merely gave her his hand, and then prepared to pass on.
āDonāt go, doctor,ā she said; āfor heavenās sake, donāt go yet. I donāt know when I may catch you if you get in there. I shanāt be able to follow you for the next two hours. Lady Meredith, I am so much obliged to you for comingāyour mother will be here, I hope. Oh, I am so glad! From her you know that is quite a favour. You, Sir George, are half a sinner yourself, so I donāt think so much about it.ā
āOh, quite so,ā said Sir George; āperhaps rather the largest half.ā
āThe men divide the world into gods and giants,ā said Miss Dunstable. āWe women have our divisions also. We are saints or sinners according to our party. The worst of it is, that we rat almost as often as you do.ā Whereupon Sir George laughed and passed on.
āI know, doctor, you donāt like this kind of thing,ā she continued, ābut there is no reason why you should indulge yourself altogether in your own way, more than anotherāis there, Frank?ā
āI am not so sure but he does like it,ā said Mr. Gresham. āThere are some of your reputed friends whom he owns that he is anxious to see.ā
āAre there? Then there is some hope of his ratting too. But heāll never make a good staunch sinner; will he, Mary? Youāre too old to learn new tricks; eh, doctor?ā
āI am afraid I am,ā said the doctor, with a faint laugh.
āDoes Doctor Thorne rank himself among the army of saints?ā asked Mrs. Harold Smith.
āDecidedly,ā said Miss Dunstable. āBut you must always remember that there are saints of different orders; are there not, Mary? and nobody supposes that the Franciscans and the Dominicans agree very well together. Dr. Thorne does not belong to the school of St. Proudie, of Barchester; he would prefer the priestess whom I see coming round the corner of the staircase, with a very famous young novice at her elbow.ā
āFrom all that I can hear, you will have to reckon Miss Grantly among the sinners,ā said Mrs. Harold Smithāseeing that Lady Lufton with her young friend was approachingāāunless, indeed, you can make a saint of Lady Hartletop.ā And then Lady Lufton entered the room, and Miss Dunstable came forward to meet her with more quiet respect in her manner than she had as yet shown to many of her guests. āI am much obliged to you for coming, Lady Lufton,ā she said, āand the more so, for bringing Miss Grantly with you.ā Lady Lufton uttered some pretty little speech, during which Dr. Thorne came up and shook hands with her; as did also Frank Gresham and his wife. There was a county acquaintance between the Framley people and the Greshamsbury people, and therefore there was a little general conversation before Lady Lufton passed out of the small room into what Mrs. Proudie would have called the noble suite of apartments. āPapa will be here,ā said Miss Grantly; āat least so I understand. I have not seen him yet myself.ā
āOh, yes, he has promised me,ā said Miss Dunstable; āand the archdeacon, I know, will keep his word. I should by no means have the proper ecclesiastical balance without him.ā
āPapa always does keep his word,ā said Miss Grantly, in a tone that was almost severe. She had not at all understood poor Miss Dunstableās little joke, or at any rate she was too dignified to respond to it.
āI understand that old Sir John is to accept the Chiltern Hundreds at once,ā said Lady Lufton, in a half whisper to Frank Gresham.
Lady Lufton had always taken a keen interest in the politics of East Barsetshire, and was now desirous of expressing her satisfaction that a Gresham should again sit for the county. The Greshams had been old county members in Barsetshire, time out of mind.
āOh, yes; I believe so,ā said Frank, blushing. He was still young enough to feel almost ashamed of putting himself forward for such high honours.
āThere will be no contest, of course,ā said Lady Lufton, confidentially. āThere seldom is in East Barsetshire, I am happy to say. But if there were, every tenant at Framley would vote on the right side; I can assure you of that. Lord Lufton was saying so to me only this morning.ā Frank Gresham made a pretty little speech in reply, such as young sucking politicians are expected to make; and this, with sundry other small courteous murmurings, detained the Lufton party for a minute or two in the ante-chamber. In the meantime the world was pressing on and passing through to the four or five large reception-roomsāthe noble suite which was already piercing poor Mrs. Proudieās heart with envy to the very core. āThese are the sort of rooms,ā she said to herself unconsciously, āwhich ought to be provided by the country for the use of its bishops.ā
āBut the people are not brought enough together,ā she said to her lord.
āNo, no; I donāt think they are,ā said the bishop.
āAnd that is so essential for a conversazione,ā continued Mrs. Proudie. āNow in Gloucester Placeāā But we will not record all her adverse criticisms, as Lady Lufton is waiting for us in the ante-room. And now another arrival of moment had taken place;āan arrival indeed of very great moment. To tell the truth, Miss Dunstableās heart had been set upon having two special persons; and though no stone had been left unturned,āno stone which could be turned with discretion,āshe was still left in doubt as to both these two wondrous potentates. At the very moment of which we are now speaking, light and airy as she appeared to beāfor it was her character to be light and airyāher mind was torn with doubts. If the wished-for two would come, her evening would be thoroughly successful; but if not, all her trouble would have been thrown away, and the thing would have been a failure; and there were circumstances connected with the present assembly which made Miss Dunstable very anxious that she should not fail. That the two great ones of the earth were Tom Towers of the Jupiter, and the Duke of Omnium, need hardly be expressed in words. And now, at this very moment, as Lady Lufton was making her civil speeches to young Gresham, apparently in no hurry to move on, and while Miss Dunstable was endeavouring to whisper something into the doctorās ear, which would make him feel himself at home in this new world, a sound was heard which made that lady know that half her wish had at any rate been granted to her. A sound was heardābut only by her own and one other attentive pair of ears. Mrs. Harold Smith had also caught the name, and knew that the duke was approaching. There was great glory and triumph in this; but why had his grace come at so unchancy a moment? Miss Dunstable had been fully aware of the impropriety of bringing Lady Lufton and the Duke of Omnium into the same house at the same time; but when she had asked Lady Lufton, she had been led to believe that there was no hope of obtaining the duke; and then, when that hope had dawned upon her, she had comforted herself with the reflection that the two suns, though they might for some few minutes be in the same hemisphere, could hardly be expected to clash, or come across each otherās orbits. Her rooms were large and would be crowded; the duke would probably do little more than walk through them once, and Lady Lufton would certainly be surrounded by persons of her own class. Thus Miss Dunstable had comforted herself. But now all things were going wrong, and Lady Lufton would find herself in close contiguity to the nearest representative of Satanic agency, which, according to her ideas, was allowed to walk this nether English world of ours. Would she scream? or indignantly retreat out of the house?āor would she proudly raise her head, and with outstretched hand and audible voice, boldly defy the devil and all his works? In thinking of these things as the duke approached Miss Dunstable almost lost her presence of mind. But Mrs. Harold Smith did not lose hers. āSo here at last is the duke,ā she said, in a tone intended to catch the express attention of Lady Lufton.
Mrs. Smith had calculated that there might still be time for her ladyship to pass on and avoid the interview. But Lady Lufton, if she heard the words, did not completely understand them. At any rate they did not convey to her mind at the moment the meaning they were intended to convey. She paused to whisper a last little speech to Frank Gresham, and then looking round, found that the gentleman who was pressing against her dress wasāthe Duke of Omnium! On this great occasion, when the misfortune could no longer be avoided, Miss Dunstable was by no means beneath herself or her character. She deplored the calamity, but she now saw that it was only left to her to make the best of it. The duke had honoured her by coming to her house, and she was bound to welcome him, though in doing so she should bring Lady Lufton to her last gasp. āDuke,ā she said, āI am greatly honoured by this kindness on the part of your grace. I hardly expected that you would be so good to me.ā
āThe goodness is all on the other side,ā said the duke, bowing over her hand. And then in the usual course of things this would have been all. The duke would have walked on and shown himself, would have said a word or two to Lady Hartletop, to the bishop, to Mr. Gresham, and such like, and would then have left the rooms by another way, and quietly escaped. This was the duty expected from him, and this he would have done, and the value of the party would have been increased thirty per cent. by such doing; but now, as it was, the news-mongers of the West End were likely to get much more out of him.
Circumstances had so turned out that he had absolutely been pressed close against Lady Lufton, and she, when she heard the voice, and was made positively acquainted with the fact of the great manās presence by Miss Dunstableās words, turned round quickly, but still with much feminine dignity, removing her dress from the contact. In doing this she was brought absolutely face to face with the duke, so that each could not but look full at the other. āI beg your pardon,ā said the duke. They were the only words that had ever passed between them, nor have they spoken to each other since; but simple as they were, accompanied by the little by-play of the speakers, they gave rise to a considerable amount of ferment in the fashionable world. Lady Lufton, as she retreated back on to Dr. Easyman, curtsied low; she curtsied low and slowly, and with a haughty arrangement of her drapery that was all her own; but the curtsy, though it was eloquent, did not say half so much,ādid not reprobate the habitual iniquities of the duke with a voice nearly as potent as that which was expressed in the gradual fall of her eye and the gradual pressure of her lips. When she commenced her curtsy she was looking full in her foeās face. By the time that she had completed it her eyes were turned upon the ground, but there was an ineffable amount of scorn expressed in the lines of her month. She spoke no word, and retreated, as modest virtue and feminine weakness must ever retreat, before barefaced vice and virile power; but nevertheless she was held by all the world to have had the best of the encounter. The duke, as he begged her pardon, wore in his countenance that expression of modified sorrow which is common to any gentleman who is supposed by himself to have incommoded a lady. But over and above this,āor rather under it,āthere was a slight smile of derision, as though it were impossible for him to look upon the bearing of Lady Lufton without some amount of ridicule. All this was legible to eyes so keen as those of Miss Dunstable and Mrs. Harold Smith, and the duke was known to be a master of this silent inward sarcasm; but even by them,āby Miss Dunstable and Mrs. Harold Smith,āit was admitted that Lady Lufton had conquered. When her ladyship again looked up, the duke had passed on; she then resumed the care of Miss Grantlyās hand, and followed in among the company.
āThat is what I call unfortunate,ā said Miss Dunstable, as soon as both belligerents had departed from the field of battle, āThe Fates sometimes will be against one.ā
āBut they have not been at all against you here,ā said Mrs. Harold Smith. āIf you could arrive at her ladyshipās private thoughts to-morrow morning, you would find her to be quite happy in having met the duke. It will be years before she has done boasting of her triumph, and it will be talked of by the young ladies of Framley for the next three generations.ā
The Gresham party, including Dr. Thorne, had remained in the ante-chamber during the battle. The whole combat did not occupy above two minutes, and the three of them were hemmed off from escape by Lady Luftonās retreat into Dr. Easymanās lap; but now they, too, essayed to pass on.
āWhat, you will desert me,ā said Miss Dunstable. āVery well; but I shall find you out by and by. Frank, there is to be some dancing in one of the rooms,ājust to distinguish the affair from Mrs. Proudieās conversazione. It would be st...