The Small House at Allington

Editorial note: _The Small House at Allington_ was first published serially in the _Cornhill Magazine_ from September, 1862, to April, 1864, and in book form (two volumes) by Smith, Elder in 1864. [ILLUSTRATION: Mr. Palliser and Lady Dumbello. (Chapter XXIII)] THE SMALL HOUSE AT ALLINGTON. by ANTHONY TROLLOPE. CONTENTS I. THE SQUIRE OF ALLINGTON. II. THE TWO PEARLS OF ALLINGTON. III. THE WIDOW DALE OF ALLINGTON. IV. MRS. ROPER'S BOARDING-HOUSE. V. ABOUT L. D. VI. BEAUTIFUL DAYS. VII. THE BEGINNING OF TROUBLES. VIII. IT CANNOT BE. IX. MRS. DALE'S LITTLE PARTY. X. MRS. LUPEX AND AMELIA ROPER. XI. SOCIAL LIFE. XII. LILIAN DALE BECOMES A BUTTERFLY. XIII. A VISIT TO GUESTWICK. XIV. JOHN EAMES TAKES A WALK. XV. THE LAST DAY. XVI. MR. CROSBIE MEETS AN OLD CLERGYMAN ON HIS WAY TO COURCY CASTLE. XVII. COURCY CASTLE. XVIII. LILY DALE'S FIRST LOVE-LETTER. XIX. THE SQUIRE MAKES A VISIT TO THE SMALL HOUSE. XX. DR. CROFTS. XXI. JOHN EAMES ENCOUNTERS TWO ADVENTURES, AND DISPLAYS GREAT COURAGE IN BOTH. XXII. LORD DE GUEST AT HOME. XXIII. MR. PLANTAGENET PALLISER. XXIV. A MOTHER-IN-LAW AND A FATHER-IN-LAW. XXV. ADOLPHUS CROSBIE SPENDS AN EVENING AT HIS CLUB. XXVI. LORD DE COURCY IN THE BOSOM OF HIS FAMILY. XXVII. "ON MY HONOUR, I DO NOT UNDERSTAND IT." XXVIII. THE BOARD. XXIX. JOHN EAMES RETURNS TO BURTON CRESCENT. XXX. "IS IT FROM HIM?" XXXI. THE WOUNDED FAWN. XXXII. PAWKINS'S IN JERMYN STREET. XXXIII. "THE TIME WILL COME." XXXIV. THE COMBAT. XXXV. VÆ VICTIS. XXXVI. "SEE, THE CONQUERING HERO COMES." XXXVII. AN OLD MAN'S COMPLAINT. XXXVIII. DOCTOR CROFTS IS CALLED IN. XXXIX. DOCTOR CROFTS IS TURNED OUT. XL. PREPARATIONS FOR THE WEDDING. XLI. DOMESTIC TROUBLES. XLII. LILY'S BEDSIDE. XLIII. FIE, FIE! XLIV. VALENTINE'S DAY AT ALLINGTON. XLV. VALENTINE'S DAY IN LONDON. XLVI. JOHN EAMES AT HIS OFFICE. XLVII. THE NEW PRIVATE SECRETARY. XLVIII. NEMESIS. XLIX. PREPARATIONS FOR GOING. L. MRS. DALE IS THANKFUL FOR A GOOD THING. LI. JOHN EAMES DOES THINGS WHICH HE OUGHT NOT TO HAVE DONE. LII. THE FIRST VISIT TO THE GUESTWICK BRIDGE. LIII. LOQUITUR HOPKINS. LIV. THE SECOND VISIT TO THE GUESTWICK BRIDGE. LV. NOT VERY FIE FIE AFTER ALL. LVI. SHOWING HOW MR. CROSBIE BECAME AGAIN A HAPPY MAN. LVII. LILIAN DALE VANQUISHES HER MOTHER. LVIII. THE FATE OF THE SMALL HOUSE. LIX. JOHN EAMES BECOMES A MAN. LX. CONCLUSION. ILLUSTRATIONS MR. PALLISER AND LADY DUMBELLO. [Chapter XXIII] FRONTISPIECE. "PLEASE, MA'AM, CAN WE HAVE THE PEAS TO SHELL?" CHAPTER III. "AND YOU LOVE ME?" SAID SHE. CHAPTER V. "IT'S ALL THE FAULT OF THE NAUGHTY PARTRIDGES." CHAPTER VII. "MR. CRADELL, YOUR HAND," SAID LUPEX. CHAPTER XI. "WHY, IT'S YOUNG EAMES." CHAPTER XIV. "HE IS OF THAT SORT THAT THEY MAKE THE ANGELS OF," SAID THE VERGER. CHAPTER XVI. "AND HAVE I NOT REALLY LOVED YOU?" CHAPTER XXI. "DEVOTEDLY ATTACHED TO THE YOUNG MAN!" CHAPTER XXVI. THE BOARD. CHAPTER XXVIII. "WON'T YOU TAKE SOME MORE WINE?" CHAPTER XXXII. "AND YOU WENT IN AT HIM ON THE STATION?" CHAPTER XXXVI. "LET ME BEG YOU TO THINK OVER THE MATTER AGAIN." CHAPTER XXXVIII. "THAT MIGHT DO." CHAPTER XL. "MAMMA," SHE SAID AT LAST, "IT IS OVER NOW, I'M SURE." CHAPTER XLIV. "WHY, ON EARTH, ON SUNDAY?" CHAPTER XLVIII. "BELL, HERE'S THE INKSTAND." CHAPTER XLIX. "SHE HAS REFUSED ME, AND IT IS ALL OVER." CHAPTER LIV. CHAPTER I. THE SQUIRE OF ALLINGTON. [ILLUSTRATION: (untitled)] Of course there was a Great House at Allington. How otherwise should there have been a Small House? Our story will, as its name imports, have its closest relations with those who lived in the less dignified domicile of the two; but it will have close relations also with the more dignified, and it may be well that I should, in the first instance, say a few words as to the Great House and its owner. The squires of Allington had been squires of Allington since squires, such as squires are now, were first known in England. From father to son, and from uncle to nephew, and, in one instance, from second cousin to second cousin, the sceptre had descended in the family of the Dales; and the acres had remained intact, growing in value and not decreasing in number, though guarded by no entail and protected by no wonderful amount of prudence or wisdom. The estate of Dale of Allington had been coterminous with the parish of Allington for some hundreds of years; and though, as I have said, the race of squires had possessed nothing of superhuman discretion, and had perhaps been guided in their walks through life by no very distinct principles, still there had been with them so much of adherence to a sacred law, that no acre of the property had ever been parted from the hands of the existing squire. Some futile attempts had been made to increase the territory, as indeed had been done by Kit Dale, the father of Christopher Dale, who will appear as our squire of Allington when the persons of our drama are introduced. Old Kit Dale, who had married money, had bought outlying farms,--a bit of ground here and a bit there,--talking, as he did so, much of political influence and of the good old Tory cause. But these farms and bits of ground had gone again before our time. To them had been attached no religion. When old Kit had found himself pressed in that matter of the majority of the Nineteenth Dragoons, in which crack regiment his second son made for himself quite a career, he found it easier to sell than to save--seeing that that which he sold was his own and not the patrimony of the Dales. At his death the remainder of these purchases had gone. Family arrangements required completion, and Christopher Dale required ready money. The outlying farms flew away, as such new purchases had flown before; but the old patrimony of the Dales remained untouched, as it had ever remained. It had been a religion among them; and seeing that the worship had been carried on without fail, that the vestal fire had never gone down upon the hearth, I should not have said that the Dales had walked their ways without high principle. To this religion they had all adhered, and the new heir had ever entered in upon his domain without other encumbrances than those with which he himself was then already burdened. And yet there had been no entail. The idea of an entail was not in accordance with the peculiarities of the Dale mind. It was necessary to the Dale religion that each squire should have the power of wasting the acres of Allington,--and that he should abstain from wasting them. I remember to have dined at a house, the whole glory and fortune of which depended on the safety of a glass goblet. We all know the story. If the luck of Edenhall should be shattered, the doom of the family would be sealed. Nevertheless I was bidden to drink out of the fatal glass, as were all guests in that house. It would not have contented the chivalrous mind of the master to protect his doom by lock and key and padded chest. And so it was with the Dales of Allington. To them an entail would have been a lock and key and a padded chest; but the old chivalry of their house denied to them the use of such protection. I have spoken something slightingly of the acquirements and doings of the family; and indeed their acquirements had been few and their doings little. At Allington, Dale of Allington had always been known as a king. At Guestwick, the neighbouring market town, he was a great man--to be seen frequently on Saturdays, standing in the market-place, and laying down the law as to barley and oxen among men who knew usually more about barley and oxen than did he. At Hamersham, the assize town, he was generally in some repute, being a constant grand juror for the county, and a man who paid his way. But even at Hamersham the glory of the Dales had, at most periods, begun to pale, for they had seldom been widely conspicuous in the county, and had earned no great reputation by their knowledge of jurisprudence in the grand jury room. Beyond Hamersham their fame had not spread itself. They had been men generally built in the same mould, inheriting each from his father the same virtues and the same vices,--men who would have lived, each, as his father had lived before him, had not the new ways of the world gradually drawn away with them, by an invisible magnetism, the upcoming Dale of the day,--not indeed in any case so moving him as to bring him up to the spirit of the age in which he lived, but dragging him forward to a line in advance of that on which his father had trodden. They had been obstinate men; believing much in themselves; just according to their ideas of justice; hard to their tenants--but not known to be hard even by the tenants themselves, for the rules followed had ever been the rules on the Allington estate; imperious to their wives and children, but imperious within bounds, so that no Mrs. Dale had fled from her lord's roof, and no loud scandals had existed between father and sons; exacting in their ideas as to money, expecting that they were to receive much and to give little, and yet not thought to be mean, for they paid their way, and gave money in parish charity and in county charity. They had ever been steady supporters of the Church, graciously receiving into their parish such new vicars as, from time to time, were sent to them from King's College, Cambridge, to which establishment the gift of the living belonged;--but, nevertheless, the Dales had ever carried on some unpronounced warfare against the clergyman, so that the intercourse between the lay family and the clerical had seldom been in all respects pleasant. Such had been the Dales of Allington, time out of mind, and such in all respects would have been the Christopher Dale of our time, had he not suffered two accidents in his youth. He had fallen in love with a lady who obstinately refused his hand, and on her account he had remained single; that was his first accident. The second had fallen upon him with reference to his father's assumed wealth. He had supposed himself to be richer than other Dales of Allington when coming in upon his property, and had consequently entertained an idea of sitting in Parliament for his county. In order that he might attain this honour he had allowed himself to be talked by the men of Hamersham and Guestwick out of his old family politics, and had declared himself a Liberal. He had never gone to the poll, and, indeed, had never actually stood for the seat. But he had come forward as a liberal politician, and had failed; and, although it was well known to all around that Christopher Dale was in heart as thoroughly conservative as any of his forefathers, this accident had made him sour and silent on the subject of politics, and had somewhat estranged him from his brother squires. In other respects our Christopher Dale was, if anything, superior to the average of the family. Those whom he did love he loved dearly. Those whom he hated he did not ill-use beyond the limits of justice.