Sir Harry Hotspur of HumblethwaiteTrollope, Anthony
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Sir Harry Hotspur of Humblethwaite
Trollope, Anthony
Cumberland (England) -- Fiction; Domestic fiction; Fathers and daughters -- Fiction; Inheritance and succession -- Fiction
"She had better not. She must be told. He may come for a week. I
won't have him here for longer. Write to him and say that we shall be
happy to have him from the second to the ninth. Emily must be told
that I disapprove of him, but that I can't avoid opening my house to
him."
These were the most severe words he had ever spoken about Cousin
George, but then the occasion had become very critical. Lady
Elizabeth's reply was as follows:--
MY DEAR COUSIN GEORGE,--Sir Harry and I will be very happy
to have you on the second, as you propose, and hope you
will stay till the eleventh.
Yours sincerely,
ELIZABETH HOTSPUR.
He was to come on a Saturday, but she did not like to tell him to go
on a Saturday, because of the following day. Where could the poor
fellow be on the Sunday? She therefore stretched her invitation for
two days beyond the period sanctioned by Sir Harry.
"It's not very gracious," said George, as he showed the note to Lady
Altringham.
"I don't like it the less on that account. It shows that they're
afraid about her, and they wouldn't be afraid without cause."
"There is not much of that, I fancy."
"They oughtn't to have a chance against you,--not if you play your
game well. Even in ordinary cases the fathers and mothers are beaten
by the lovers nine times out of ten. It is only when the men are
oafs and louts that they are driven off. But with you, with your
cousinship, and half-heirship, and all your practice, and the family
likeness, and the rest of it, if you only take a little trouble--"
"I'll take any amount of trouble."
"No, you won't. You'll deny yourself nothing, and go through no
ordeal that is disagreeable to you. I don't suppose your things are
a bit better arranged in London than they were in the spring." She
looked at him as though waiting for an answer, but he was silent.
"It's too late for anything of that kind now, but still you may do
very much. Make up your mind to this, that you'll ask Miss Hotspur to
be your wife before you leave--what's the name of the place?"
"I have quite made up my mind to that, Lady Altringham."
"As to the manner of doing it, I don't suppose that I can teach you
anything."
"I don't know about that."
"At any rate I shan't try. Only remember this. Get her to promise
to be firm, and then go at once to Sir Harry. Don't let there be an
appearance of doubt in speaking to him. And if he tells you of the
property,--angrily I mean,--then do you tell him of the title. Make
him understand that you give as much as you get. I don't suppose he
will yield at first. Why should he? You are not the very best young
man about town, you know. But if you get her, he must follow. She
looks like one that would stick to it, if she once had said it."
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