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The
before-mentioned
Tom
Eaves
(
who
has
no
part
in
this
history
,
except
that
he
knew
all
the
great
folks
in
London
,
and
the
stories
and
mysteries
of
each
family
)
had
further
information
regarding
my
Lady
Steyne
,
which
may
or
may
not
be
true
.
"
The
humiliations
,
"
Tom
used
to
say
,
"
which
that
woman
has
been
made
to
undergo
,
in
her
own
house
,
have
been
frightful
;
Lord
Steyne
has
made
her
sit
down
to
table
with
women
with
whom
I
would
rather
die
than
allow
Mrs.
Eaves
to
associate
--
with
Lady
Crackenbury
,
with
Mrs.
Chippenham
,
with
Madame
de
la
Cruchecassee
,
the
French
secretary
's
wife
(
from
every
one
of
which
ladies
Tom
Eaves
--
who
would
have
sacrificed
his
wife
for
knowing
them
--
was
too
glad
to
get
a
bow
or
a
dinner
)
with
the
REIGNING
FAVOURITE
in
a
word
.
And
do
you
suppose
that
that
woman
,
of
that
family
,
who
are
as
proud
as
the
Bourbons
,
and
to
whom
the
Steynes
are
but
lackeys
,
mushrooms
of
yesterday
(
for
after
all
,
they
are
not
of
the
Old
Gaunts
,
but
of
a
minor
and
doubtful
branch
of
the
house
)
;
do
you
suppose
,
I
say
(
the
reader
must
bear
in
mind
that
it
is
always
Tom
Eaves
who
speaks
)
that
the
Marchioness
of
Steyne
,
the
haughtiest
woman
in
England
,
would
bend
down
to
her
husband
so
submissively
if
there
were
not
some
cause
?
Pooh
!
I
tell
you
there
are
secret
reasons
.
I
tell
you
that
,
in
the
emigration
,
the
Abbe
de
la
Marche
who
was
here
and
was
employed
in
the
Quiberoon
business
with
Puisaye
and
Tinteniac
,
was
the
same
Colonel
of
Mousquetaires
Gris
with
whom
Steyne
fought
in
the
year
'
86
--
that
he
and
the
Marchioness
met
again
--
that
it
was
after
the
Reverend
Colonel
was
shot
in
Brittany
that
Lady
Steyne
took
to
those
extreme
practices
of
devotion
which
she
carries
on
now
;
for
she
is
closeted
with
her
director
every
day
--
she
is
at
service
at
Spanish
Place
,
every
morning
,
I
've
watched
her
there
--
that
is
,
I
've
happened
to
be
passing
there
--
and
depend
on
it
,
there
's
a
mystery
in
her
case
.
People
are
not
so
unhappy
unless
they
have
something
to
repent
of
,
"
added
Tom
Eaves
with
a
knowing
wag
of
his
head
;
"
and
depend
on
it
,
that
woman
would
not
be
so
submissive
as
she
is
if
the
Marquis
had
not
some
sword
to
hold
over
her
.
"
So
,
if
Mr.
Eaves
's
information
be
correct
,
it
is
very
likely
that
this
lady
,
in
her
high
station
,
had
to
submit
to
many
a
private
indignity
and
to
hide
many
secret
griefs
under
a
calm
face
.
And
let
us
,
my
brethren
who
have
not
our
names
in
the
Red
Book
,
console
ourselves
by
thinking
comfortably
how
miserable
our
betters
may
be
,
and
that
Damocles
,
who
sits
on
satin
cushions
and
is
served
on
gold
plate
,
has
an
awful
sword
hanging
over
his
head
in
the
shape
of
a
bailiff
,
or
an
hereditary
disease
,
or
a
family
secret
,
which
peeps
out
every
now
and
then
from
the
embroidered
arras
in
a
ghastly
manner
,
and
will
be
sure
to
drop
one
day
or
the
other
in
the
right
place
.
In
comparing
,
too
,
the
poor
man
's
situation
with
that
of
the
great
,
there
is
(
always
according
to
Mr.
Eaves
)
another
source
of
comfort
for
the
former
.
You
who
have
little
or
no
patrimony
to
bequeath
or
to
inherit
,
may
be
on
good
terms
with
your
father
or
your
son
,
whereas
the
heir
of
a
great
prince
,
such
as
my
Lord
Steyne
,
must
naturally
be
angry
at
being
kept
out
of
his
kingdom
,
and
eye
the
occupant
of
it
with
no
very
agreeable
glances
.
"
Take
it
as
a
rule
,
"
this
sardonic
old
Laves
would
say
,
"
the
fathers
and
elder
sons
of
all
great
families
hate
each
other
.
The
Crown
Prince
is
always
in
opposition
to
the
crown
or
hankering
after
it
.
Shakespeare
knew
the
world
,
my
good
sir
,
and
when
he
describes
Prince
Hal
(
from
whose
family
the
Gaunts
pretend
to
be
descended
,
though
they
are
no
more
related
to
John
of
Gaunt
than
you
are
)
trying
on
his
father
's
coronet
,
he
gives
you
a
natural
description
of
all
heirs
apparent
.
If
you
were
heir
to
a
dukedom
and
a
thousand
pounds
a
day
,
do
you
mean
to
say
you
would
not
wish
for
possession
?
Pooh
!
And
it
stands
to
reason
that
every
great
man
,
having
experienced
this
feeling
towards
his
father
,
must
be
aware
that
his
son
entertains
it
towards
himself
;
and
so
they
ca
n't
but
be
suspicious
and
hostile
.
"
Then
again
,
as
to
the
feeling
of
elder
towards
younger
sons
.
My
dear
sir
,
you
ought
to
know
that
every
elder
brother
looks
upon
the
cadets
of
the
house
as
his
natural
enemies
,
who
deprive
him
of
so
much
ready
money
which
ought
to
be
his
by
right
.
I
have
often
heard
George
Mac
Turk
,
Lord
Bajazet
's
eldest
son
,
say
that
if
he
had
his
will
when
he
came
to
the
title
,
he
would
do
what
the
sultans
do
,
and
clear
the
estate
by
chopping
off
all
his
younger
brothers
'
heads
at
once
;
and
so
the
case
is
,
more
or
less
,
with
them
all
.
I
tell
you
they
are
all
Turks
in
their
hearts
.
Pooh
!
sir
,
they
know
the
world
.
"
And
here
,
haply
,
a
great
man
coming
up
,
Tom
Eaves
's
hat
would
drop
off
his
head
,
and
he
would
rush
forward
with
a
bow
and
a
grin
,
which
showed
that
he
knew
the
world
too
--
in
the
Tomeavesian
way
,
that
is
.
And
having
laid
out
every
shilling
of
his
fortune
on
an
annuity
,
Tom
could
afford
to
bear
no
malice
to
his
nephews
and
nieces
,
and
to
have
no
other
feeling
with
regard
to
his
betters
but
a
constant
and
generous
desire
to
dine
with
them
.
Between
the
Marchioness
and
the
natural
and
tender
regard
of
mother
for
children
,
there
was
that
cruel
barrier
placed
of
difference
of
faith
.
The
very
love
which
she
might
feel
for
her
sons
only
served
to
render
the
timid
and
pious
lady
more
fearful
and
unhappy
.
The
gulf
which
separated
them
was
fatal
and
impassable
.
She
could
not
stretch
her
weak
arms
across
it
,
or
draw
her
children
over
to
that
side
away
from
which
her
belief
told
her
there
was
no
safety
.
During
the
youth
of
his
sons
,
Lord
Steyne
,
who
was
a
good
scholar
and
amateur
casuist
,
had
no
better
sport
in
the
evening
after
dinner
in
the
country
than
in
setting
the
boys
'
tutor
,
the
Reverend
Mr.
Trail
(
now
my
Lord
Bishop
of
Ealing
)
on
her
ladyship
's
director
,
Father
Mole
,
over
their
wine
,
and
in
pitting
Oxford
against
St.
Acheul
.
He
cried
"
Bravo
,
Latimer
!
Well
said
,
Loyola
!
"
alternately
;
he
promised
Mole
a
bishopric
if
he
would
come
over
,
and
vowed
he
would
use
all
his
influence
to
get
Trail
a
cardinal
's
hat
if
he
would
secede
.
Neither
divine
allowed
himself
to
be
conquered
,
and
though
the
fond
mother
hoped
that
her
youngest
and
favourite
son
would
be
reconciled
to
her
church
--
his
mother
church
--
a
sad
and
awful
disappointment
awaited
the
devout
lady
--
a
disappointment
which
seemed
to
be
a
judgement
upon
her
for
the
sin
of
her
marriage
.
My
Lord
Gaunt
married
,
as
every
person
who
frequents
the
Peerage
knows
,
the
Lady
Blanche
Thistlewood
,
a
daughter
of
the
noble
house
of
Bareacres
,
before
mentioned
in
this
veracious
history
.
A
wing
of
Gaunt
House
was
assigned
to
this
couple
;
for
the
head
of
the
family
chose
to
govern
it
,
and
while
he
reigned
to
reign
supreme
;
his
son
and
heir
,
however
,
living
little
at
home
,
disagreeing
with
his
wife
,
and
borrowing
upon
post-obits
such
moneys
as
he
required
beyond
the
very
moderate
sums
which
his
father
was
disposed
to
allow
him
.
The
Marquis
knew
every
shilling
of
his
son
's
debts
.
At
his
lamented
demise
,
he
was
found
himself
to
be
possessor
of
many
of
his
heir
's
bonds
,
purchased
for
their
benefit
,
and
devised
by
his
Lordship
to
the
children
of
his
younger
son
.
