Domestic fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
In the mean time he had not been to Berkeley Square; nor was he at all
sure that he would go there. A distant day had been named, before that
exciting interview in the square, on which the Houghtons were to dine
in Munster Court. The Mildmays were also to be there, and Mrs.
Montacute Jones, and old Lord Parachute, Lord George's uncle. That
would be a party, and there would be no danger of a scene then. He had
almost determined that, in spite of his promise, he would not go to
Berkeley Square before the dinner. But Mrs. Houghton was not of the
same mind. A promise on such a subject was a sacred thing, and
therefore she wrote the following note to Lord George at his club. The
secrecy which some correspondence requires certainly tends to make a
club a convenient arrangement. "Why don't you come as you said you
would? A." In olden times, fifteen or twenty years ago, when telegraph
wires were still young, and messages were confined to diplomatic
secrets, horse-racing, and the rise and fall of stocks, lovers used to
indulge in rapturous expressions which would run over pages; but the
pith and strength of laconic diction has now been taught to us by the
self-sacrificing patriotism of the Post Office. We have all felt the
vigour of telegrammatic expression, and, even when we do not trust the
wire, we employ the force of wiry language. "Wilt thou be mine?--M.
N.," is now the ordinary form of an offer of marriage by post; and the
answer seldom goes beyond "Ever thine--P. Q." Adelaide Houghton's
love-letter was very short, but it was short from judgment and with a
settled purpose. She believed that a long epistle declaratory of her
everlasting but unfortunate attachment would frighten him. These few
words would say all that she had to say, and would say it safely. He
certainly had promised that he would go to her, and, as a gentleman, he
was bound to keep his word. He had mentioned no exact time, but it had
been understood that the visit was to be made at once. He would not
write to her. Heaven and earth! How would it be with him if Mr.
Houghton were to find the smallest scrap from him indicating improper
affection for Mrs. Houghton? He could not answer the note, and
therefore he must go at once.
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