Civil service -- Fiction; London (England) -- Fiction
London was now very empty, and he was constrained to enjoy his glory
very much by himself. He had never associated much with the Minusexes
and Uppinalls, nor yet with the Joneses and Robinsons of his own
office, and it could not be expected that there should be any specially
confidential intercourse between them just at the present moment. Undy
was of course out of town with the rest of the fashionable world, and
Alaric, during the next week, was left very much on his own hands.
'And so,' said he to himself, as he walked solitary along the lone paths
of Rotten Row, and across the huge desert to the Marble Arch, 'and so
poor Harry's hopes have been all in vain; he has lost his promotion,
and now he has lost his bride--poor Harry!'--and then it occurred to him
that as he had acquired the promotion it might be his destiny to win
the bride also. He had never told himself that he loved Gertrude; he had
looked on her as Norman's own, and he, at any rate, was not the man to
sigh in despair after anything that was out of his reach. But now,
now that Harry's chance was over, and that no bond of friendship could
interfere with such a passion, why should he not tell himself that he
loved Gertrude? 'If, as Harry had himself said, there was no longer any
hope for him, why,' said Alaric to himself, 'why should not I try my
chance?' Of Linda, of 'dear, dearest Linda,' at this moment he thought
very little, or, perhaps, not at all. Of what Mrs. Woodward might say,
of that he did think a good deal.
The week was melancholy and dull, and it passed very slowly at Hampton.
On the Sunday morning it became known to them all that Norman was
gone, but the subject, by tacit consent, was allowed to pass all but
unnoticed. Even Katie, even Uncle Bat, were aware that something had
occurred which ought to prevent them from inquiring too particularly why
Harry had started back to town in so sudden a manner; and so they said
nothing. To Linda, Gertrude had told what had happened; and Linda,
as she heard it, asked herself whether she was prepared to be equally
obdurate with her lover. He had now the means of supporting a wife, and
why should she be obdurate?
Nothing was said on the subject between Gertrude and her mother. What
more could Mrs. Woodward say? It would have been totally opposed to the
whole principle of her life to endeavour, by any means, to persuade
her daughter to the match, or to have used her maternal influence
in Norman's favour. And she was well aware that it would have been
impossible to do so successfully. Gertrude was not a girl to be talked
into a marriage by any parent, and certainly not by such a parent as her
mother. There was, therefore, nothing further to be said about it.
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