Marriage -- Fiction; Washington (D.C.) -- Social life and customs -- Fiction
He saw that the idea of a life of splendor in London had its attraction
for Elizabeth. If she should marry, she would not dare to remain
in Washington, and she had no ties elsewhere in her own country.
Clavering’s manners, in spite of his origin and career, were admirable,
and she would have no occasion to blush for him in society—a point
on which well–bred women are sensitive. She knew, in externals, he
would compare favorably with any of the self–made Americans who buy
their way into English society. For herself, her birth and breeding
lifted her far above the average titled American woman, whose papa or
mamma has bought her a title as they bought her a French doll in her
childhood. And London was so large, and so little was really understood
there of American life and manners, that Elizabeth felt they would be
comparatively safe in London—if—if—
She had taken to reading the newspapers attentively, and had followed
the investigation closely. She made herself some sort of a vague
promise that should Clavering be exonerated she would marry him, but
if he should be proved a scoundrel she would not. But she was already
inwardly convinced that he was guilty. He told her, the first time he
had a chance, of Baskerville’s interview with him—told it with such
humor, such raciness, such enjoyment of Baskerville’s uncomfortable
predicament, that Elizabeth, though little given to merriment, was
obliged to laugh.
“Of course,” he said, “they will be married shortly. Baskerville has a
fine position here—not showy, you know, but the right sort. He has a
comfortable fortune, too. Gad! at his age I would have thought myself
as rich as Rockefeller if I had had as much. Now it wouldn’t keep me in
automobiles. I shall provide for Anne handsomely, and besides she will
get everything I give her mother, which will be in itself a handsome
fortune. Oh, I’m not mean about giving money to my family. Just as soon
as Élise and Lydia get the cash I intend to give them, when I get the
divorce, they will both be sure to marry some foreign sprig. They have
a whole forest of them here and at those foreign watering–places. I
shall give Reginald quite as much as he will know how to use, and that
will still leave me enough to make you one of the richest women in the
world.”
Then he redoubled his urging that Elizabeth should come to the grand
musical; but she refused his proposition with such violence that he
thought it prudent to say no more about it. General Brandon, however,
had accepted with pleasure, and quite looked forward to the event. But
the very day before, he came home from his office with a bad attack of
rheumatism, and was forced to take to his bed.
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