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"How wonderful!" she said at last--"And there are many other places such
as this in England! How great and rich a country it is. We--the middle
class population--shut in with our narrow parochial views--do not
realise it at all, or we would be very proud of our race owning such
glorious things, and would not want to encourage stupid paltry
politicians to destroy and dissipate them all, and scatter them to the
winds."
"It may seem hard in their view that one man should possess, we will
say, Valfreyne."
"But how stupid! How could it all have been accumulated, but for
individual wealth and taste and tradition? Who really cares for museums
except to study examples in? Do you know, for instance, such people as
my sisters would a thousand times rather walk through these rooms on a
day when the public is let in, feeling it was a house owned by people
who really lived there, than go to any place given to the nation, like
Hampton Court or the Wallace Collection."
"That is the human interest in the thing."
"Yes, but the human and the personal are the strongest and most binding
of all interests."
Mordryn looked at her appreciatively--he delighted in hearing her views.
"Then you have no feeling that you wish all this to be divided up among
the people of Lulworth, say--the large town near?"
"Oh! no, no! So strongly do I feel for the law by which all goes to the
eldest son, that were I a younger one, I would willingly give up my
share to ensure the family continuing great. Who that can see clearly
would not rather be a younger son of a splendid house, than a little,
ridiculous nobody on his own account,--if everything were to be divided
up."
"It is so very strange that you should have this spirit, Miss Bush. If
you had not told me of your parentage I should have said you were of the
same root and branch as Lady Garribardine. Are you sure you are not a
changeling?"
"Quite sure. How proud it must make you feel to own Valfreyne, and what
obligations it must entail!"
"Yes," and he sighed.
"It must make you weigh every action to see if it is worthy of one who
must be an example for so many people."
"That is how you look upon great position--it is a noble way."
"Why, of course--it could not be right to hold all this in trust for
your descendants, and for the glory of England, and then to think
yourself free to squander it, and degrade the standard. All feeling
would have to give way to worthily fulfilling your trust."
The Duke felt his heart sink--a strange feeling of depression came over
him.
"I suppose you are right," and he sighed again.
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