next day, however, frank renton was full of many thoughts.

i doubt whether it is in my power to give any clear impression of the reflections naturally produced in a young man’s mind by the first suggestion of marrying money. in ordinary cases, marriage is not the object set before the youth—the purpose contemplated from the beginning of an acquaintance. he is attracted by some stranger, whose name he never heard before, perhaps, and of whose existence, previous to the eventful hour which brought them together, he had no knowledge. chance or inclination brings them together. then the germ warms, quickens, bursts into flower. love comes spontaneous, unsought, perhaps almost unwelcome, and marriage becomes but a necessary accident in its course. but to approach that idea of marriage in cold blood, and without any soft compulsion of feeling, is a very different matter. it is a thing which women are called upon to do every day; but it is not so inevit{175}able among men. it had been brought before frank in what seemed a very distinct way. true, nelly rich was a little flirt, almost confessedly avenging herself on the world for her father’s uncomfortable position, and the spurns her family endured, by doing as much harm as she could among the men who ate mr. rich’s dinners and laughed at him. she had no mercy upon them, and more than one, within the knowledge even of the battalion at royalborough, who had supposed themselves sure of nelly and her fortune, had been ignominiously turned off when the crisis came. this very fact naturally made frank think the more of the impression, which all his comrades informed him he had produced. fifty thousand pounds down, and some further share in all probability when the father and mother died, not to speak of nelly herself—pretty, and bright, and amusing, and clever as she was! the idea, as was natural, awoke many reflections in the young soldier’s mind. i have said that he had not suffered by his father’s death; but yet had he meant to remain in his present position at home, no doubt frank would have shared in the disadvantages which his brothers had felt so keenly; and to have it in his power at twenty to secure his own comfort for life without any particular trouble was a dazzling prospect. it is not to be supposed by this that frank had developed at so early an age the mercenary instincts of a fortune-hunter. on the contrary, the good things which{176} the gods seemed thus to have placed within his reach, gave him a shock rather than a thrill of satisfaction. he had no wish to marry,—to plunge into serious life at his age, and give up the wayward ways of youth. the idea would never have entered his mind had he been left to himself. but when a young man sees such a golden apple nodding at him from an accessible bough, and thinks he has but to put forth his hand and secure to himself at one stroke all the advantages of wealth, the sensation is a startling one. he went about thoughtful for two days, turning it over and over in his mind. it is true he did not think very much about nelly. she was very nice, very jolly, and a man need not fear to have a dull companion for life whom duty called upon to marry mr. rich’s daughter; but the truth was that she did not count for very much in the matter. frank was honest with himself, and affected no delusion on that subject; but then he had heard of people marrying money all his life without any particular reprobation. many men had done it, as he knew, who got on very well with their wives, and made admirable husbands. indeed, as frank reflected to himself, with the mild cynicism which was inseparable from the kind of education he had gone through, marriage was one of the things in which there must be many mixed motives. love, of course, was all very well to romance about; but love could not be, never was, the only thing taken{177} into account, except indeed by fools. if it was mere love you married for, of course you did it in the style of king cophetua, and scorned the consequences. but few men went so far as that. there were questions of income and settlements, and how people were to live, which came in along with the purest affection, and brought marriage,—necessarily,—into the same category with all other human affairs. edgbaston, for instance, as everybody knew, had been desperately in love with fanny trent, who married old oatley, the brewer, after all. edgbaston himself, in a melting moment, had told the story to frank. ‘i’ve got nothing but mortgages to look forward to,’ the young lord said, ‘and of course i knew that was how it must end. i had only a shabby old coronet to offer her, and oatley was a bag of money. poor fanny! i don’t think she liked it any more than i did; but what can a fellow do when circumstances are dead against him?’ that was how it happened in ordinary life. even when a man was as fond of a woman as he could be, still he must take other matters into account,—how they were to live, what provision was to be made for the future, and a hundred other details about connexions and position and the like. therefore, whatever your feelings might be, frank argued with himself, marriage was always a matter of mixed motives; and to reject a rich alliance which had nothing particularly disagreeable in it, or indeed to put aside{178} the thought of it, as if marriage was not one of the things to be calculated about and carefully considered in all its bearings, was simple folly. he had never thought so deeply on any subject, his profession and general circumstances being rather against any very lively exercise of his mental faculties. this question of nelly rich cost him two days’ painful deliberation. to have her and to suspend his negotiations about india and the marching regiment, and to strike out a shorter path instead to wealth, and ease, and comfort—or not to have her! it even interfered with his sleep, though he was so young and healthy. it was not a matter on which he could consult any one, and this increased the difficulty tenfold. even as to edgbaston, though he was so good a fellow, frank had sufficient delicacy to feel that if he should hereafter marry a woman about whom he had thus consulted his friend, he could never allow that friend to enter the house in which his wife should be supreme. if she ever became his wife it would be indispensable that no living creature should know how he had once questioned and doubted. frank might be susceptible to worldly motives, as most people are; but he was full of honourable feeling all the same. he might marry money, but no one should ever be able so much as to hint to the woman who brought it that it was not her he loved best. he would do all a man could to love her if he did marry her; and{179} he would breathe his secret to no one. and thus he turned his difficulty over and over in his mind, and denied himself the comfort of friendly counsel on the subject, which indeed was as high an evidence of the young man’s honourable feeling as could well be desired.

but his reasonings with himself were far from being successful. his arguments, like those of philosophy, were irrefutable, but produced no conviction. the more clearly he saw that it was expedient for him to seize so unusual an opportunity, and secure his own prospects for life, the more unwilling did he feel to take the first necessary steps. india suddenly acquired an attraction for frank which it never had before. tiger-hunts, warlike expeditions,—all the pomp and circumstance of eastern life,—suddenly gleamed up in his imagination as contrasted with the tame amusements and monotonous life at home. yes, home had been very pleasant before any other visions came. hunting, and fishing, and boating, and going to balls, are very agreeable modes of filling up a young man’s time, and leave him little leisure to think what is the good of it all. but if by any chance that question should penetrate through the maze of pleasures, it either has to be answered or it leaves an unpleasant echo among sounds otherwise most agreeable. frank had made a virtue of necessity after his father’s death, and had compelled himself to ask and to find{180} an answer to this demand. after all there was no good except amusement in it. he was a lovely spectacle,—he was modestly aware,—on state occasions in his grand uniform; but these occasions were but few, and there would still be heaps of men left to hunt the foxes and fish the rivers of england after he was gone. a man who remained and grew old and yet was never anything more than a beautiful guardsman, was not an imposing being. and the money he might marry was not enough to give him occupation and a solemn status in the country. had it been fifty thousand a-year indeed, that would have been as good as a profession; for of course it would have involved estates to manage, and a hundred things to do; but fifty thousand down, though it would make him extremely comfortable, would leave him as ornamental and useless as ever. and india was all novel, and fresh, and full of excitement;—troops to lead, mutinies to quell for anything he knew, principalities to conquer perhaps,—shawls, diamonds, tigers, everything new. frank had a hard time of it with all these thoughts. and once or twice there did actually spring up before him, quite uncalled-for, among his serious reflections, the shadowy apparition of that doorway with its curtains, and the young face looking through. that had nothing to do with it, you may well say,—less than nothing; but yet it had a sort of confusing effect on the young man’s intellect, and added a perplexity the more.{181} the way in which he finally extricated himself from the maze, and saw daylight at last, is one which, i suppose, few people would divine, and which could have occurred only to a younger brother in conscious possession of many qualities, both intuitive and the result of experience, which providence had denied to the rest of his family. he wrote a letter to his brother laurie; and this is what the young machiavel said;—

‘my dear laurie,—

‘you will be surprised i don’t doubt when you see what i am writing to you about. perhaps you will think it is not the part of the younger to advise the elder; but if we don’t hang together, and do the best we can for each other, what are we, under our present circumstances, to do? i am not quite as old as you are, but perhaps i have been thrown more into the world. you have always taken to artists, and those kind of people, you know, who are out of the tide, and have queer notions; beside being,—no offence intended,—of a diffeent sphere from us. you think, on the other hand, that we are an empty-headed set, and perhaps you are not far wrong; but a fellow picks up a great many wrinkles even among men that are stupid enough to look at,—don’t you see?—when they’ve got some knowledge of the world.

‘the fact is i am beating about the bush a little,{182} because i don’t very well know how to begin what i’ve got to say. it is just this. you must have noticed the other day when you were at richmont how favourable everybody was to you and to me. of course, one does not care for the opinion of an old beggar like rich. but his wife isn’t at all so bad, and the girl, on the whole, is very nice. i assure you frankly i do think so. she’s a clever little thing, and decidedly pretty and amusing too, and fond of pictures, and that sort of thing, so that there would be a sympathy between you. to say it out plump, my opinion is that she is the very sort of girl you ought to marry. it is not everybody that would suit you. you want some one that has money, and yet doesn’t stand upon her money; and that would not be conventional or stuck-up, but take your friends along with yourself, and make up her mind to it. now nelly rich has no right to be stuck-up; and yet she’s nice, and looks nice, and we rentons are well enough known to marry anybody we please. as for the father, i don’t think you need mind about him. he is very liberal and hospitable, and ready to throw his money about in buckets-full, and that always tells. people may snigger at him, but they’ll go to his house all the same. and you may marry a girl, you know, without marrying her father too. the mother is not at all so bad. she’s motherly, and that sort of thing. and nelly has fifty thousand pounds. i can’t tell{183} you how much i have been thinking of it since that day. the fellows here have all advised me to go in for it myself, but i’m rather too young to marry; and besides i think it would suit you far better than me. i have my profession, and i can do very well for a few years on my allowance, especially in india, where there is double pay. but you,—forgive me, my dear laurie,—have always been a fellow to talk, you know, and to do things for other people. i don’t think you’re the man to make your way in the world, and i can’t help feeling that to have a nice wife who would take an interest in your pursuits, and a nice steady income that would keep you out of anxiety, would be the very thing for you. i have made every inquiry, and as far as i can make out, nelly rich is not what you would call a flirt. she is fond of a little fun, and i like her for that; and when a man is cheeky, they say she leads him on till he makes a fool of himself; but no sensible fellow would object to a girl for having a little spirit. she is very good-tempered, and no end of fun; and very clever at drawing, and everything of that kind. she doesn’t go in for music, but neither do you; and she’s the sort of girl that would travel with you, and work with you, and make an ass of herself about pictures, and old churches, and rubbish, just as much as you would. i think, on my word, laurie, it’s the very thing for you.

‘anyhow, old fellow, you won’t take it amiss my{184} having put it into your head? it would be a most sensible thing to do; and i feel sure a man might get quite fond of nelly rich, were he to try. i suppose it is because the manor is so near that they are so friendly to us. as soon as mamma is well enough i’ll make her call. she’ll do it at once when she knows what depends on it. and if you play your cards at all well, you are as sure of success as anything can be. and then you would not need to give up any of your friends. she was as pleased with that painter-fellow the other day as if he had been a prince. and you remember how she talked about the people in fitzroy square. the more i think of it, the more it seems providential for you. my dear fellow, go in and win. i should have recommended her to ben, had ben been within knowledge. but she will suit you much better than she would have suited him. and it will be a real comfort to think that one of us is saved from the wreck, whether the others sink or swim.

‘yrs. affec.,

‘f. renton.’

this was frank’s grand device for utilising nelly’s fortune, and yet preserving his own freedom. laurie only received the letter when he was in the midst of his preparations for going to italy, and he threw it aside with a painful smile. but our guardsman knew nothing about his brother’s preoccupied{185} mind, and, satisfied that he had done the best for everybody, laid aside the subject, and went upon his way as usual. he was rather anxious for laurie’s answer, it is true; but then there are often irregularities in family correspondence, and laurie might think it best to leave it until they met. as it happened frank did not even visit his mother for the next ten days; and mary westbury, who was his home correspondent, was so full of the news of an unexpected visit from ben, that she quite omitted to mention laurie’s intimation, which came immediately after, of his intended departure. so that frank had actually no information about his brother when he went on the following saturday to dine at richmont.