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EX LIBRIS
JOSEPH E. LIFSCHUTZ



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University of California Berkeley

Gift of
ELLEN ST. SURE



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AYA ,A'S ANGE



BY

ANTHONY TROLLOPE,

AUTHOR OP " DOCTOR THORNB," " THE PRIME MINISTER," " ORLET FARM,
&C., &C.



IN THREE VOLUMES.
VOL. 1.



LONDON :

CHAPMAN AND HALL (LIMITED),

11, HENRIETTA STREET, CO VENT GARDEN.



1881.
Rights Reserved.'}



WESTMINSTER :

J. B. NICHOLS AND SONS, PRINTERS,
25, PARLIAMENT STREET.



CONTENTS OF VOL. I.



THE TWO SISTERS


CHAPTER I.


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LUCY WITH HER AUNT


CHAPTER II.

DOSETT


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LUCY'S TROUBLES


CHAPTER in.


. 27


ISADORE HAMEL


CHAPTER IV.


. 40


AT GLENBOGIE .


CHAPTER V.


. 52


AT ROME


CHAPTER VI.


. 65




CHAPTER VII.





TOM TRINGLE IN EARNEST . . . . . .78

CHAPTER VIII.

THE LOUT . . . . . . . .90

CHAPTER IX.

THE EXCHANGE ....... 102

CHAPTER X.

AYALA AND HER AUNT MARGARET . ... . .115

CHAPTER XI.

TOM TRINGLE COMES TO THE CRESCENT . 127



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CHAPTER XII.

"WOULD YOU?" . . . . . . 139

CHAPTER XIII.

HOW THE TRINGLES FELL INTO TROUBLE . .152

CHAPTER XIV.

FRANK HOUSTON ... . .165

CHAPTER XV.

AYALA WITH HER FRIENDS . . . . . .179

CHAPTER XVI.

JONATHAN STUBBS . . . . . . .191

CHAPTER XVII.

LUCY IS VERY FIRM ....... 204

CHAPTER XVIII.

DOWN IN SCOTLAND . . . . . . .216

CHAPTER XIX.

ISADORE HAMEL IS ASKED TO LUNCH . . . . 229

CHAPTER XX.

STUBBS UPON MATRIMONY ...... 242

CHAPTER XXI.

AYALA'S INDIGNATION ... . . 255

CHAPTER XXII.

AYALA'S GRATITUDE 268



AYALA'S ANGEL.



CHAPTER I.

THE TWO SISTERS.

WHEN Egbert Dormer died he left his two daughters
utterly penniless upon the world, and it must be said of
Egbert Dormer that nothing else could have been expected
of him. The two girls were both pretty, but Lucy, who
was twenty-one, was supposed to be simple and compara-
tively unattractive, whereas Ayala was credited, as her
somewhat romantic name might show, with poetic charm
and a taste for romance. Ayala when her father died was
nineteen.

We must begin yet a little earlier and say that there had
been, and had died many years before the death of
Egbert Dormer, a clerk in the Admiralty, by name
Reginald Dosett, who, and whose wife, had been con-
spicuous for personal beauty. Their charms were gone,
but the records of them had been left in various grand-
children. There had been a son born to Mr. Dosett, who
was also a Reginald and a clerk in the Admiralty, and who
also, in his turn, had been a handsome man. With him,

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in his decadence, the reader will become acquainted.
There were also two daughters, whose reputation for per-
fect feminine beauty had never been contested. The elder
had married a city man of wealth, of wealth when he
married her, but who had become enormously wealthy by
the time of our story. He had when he married been
simply Mister, but was now Sir Thomas Tringle, Baronet,,
and was senior partner in the great firm of Travers and
Treason. Of Traverses and Treasons there were none left
in these days, and Mr. Tringle was supposed to manipulate
all the millions with which the great firm in Lombard
Street was concerned. He had married old Mr. Dosett's
eldest daughter, Emmeline, who was now Lady Tringle,
with a house at the top of Queen's Gate, rented at 1,500
a year, with a palatial moor in Scotland, with a seat in
Sussex, and as many carriages and horses as would suit an
archduchess. Lady Tringle had everything in the world ;
a son, two daughters, and an open-handed stout husband,
who was said to have told her that money was a matter of
no consideration.

The second Miss Dosett, Adelaide Dosett, who had been
considerably younger than her sister, had insisted upon
giving herself to Egbert Dormer, the artist, whose death
we commemorated in our first line. But she had died be-
fore her husband. They who remembered the two Miss
Dosetts as girls were wont to declare that, though Lady
Tringle might, perhaps, have had the advantage in per-
fection of feature and in unequalled symmetry, Adelaide
had been the more attractive from expression and bril-



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liancy. To her Lord Sizes Lad offered his hand and
coronet, promising to abandon for her sake all the haunts
of his matured life. To her Mr. Tringle had knelt before
he had taken the elder sister. For her Mr. Program, the
popular preacher of the day, for a time so totally lost him-
self that he was nearly minded to go over to Rome. ' She
was said to have had offers from a widowed Lord Chancellor
and from a Russian prince. Her triumphs would have
quite obliterated that of her sister had she not insisted on
marrying Egbert Dormer.

Then there had been, and still was, Reginald Dosett, the
son of old Dosett, and the eldest of the family. He too
had married, and was now living with his wife ; but to
them had no children been born, luckily, as he was a poor
man. Alas, to a beautiful son it is not often that beauty
can be a fortune as to a daughter. Young Reginald
Dosett, he is anything now but young, had 'done but
little for himself with his beauty, having simply married
the estimable daughter of a brother clerk. Now, at the
age of fifty, he had his 900 a year from his office, and
might have lived in fair comfort had he not allowed a small
millstone of debt to hang round his neck from his earlier
years. But still he lived creditably in a small but very
genteel house at Notting Hill, and would have undergone
any want rather than have declared himself to be a poor
man to his rich relations the Tringles.

Such were now the remaining two children of old Mr.
Dosett, Lady Tringle, namely, and Reginald Dosett, the
clerk in the Admiralty. Adelaide, the beauty in chief of

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the family, was gone; and now also her husband, the
improvident artist, had followed his wife. Dormer had
been by no means a failing artist. He had achieved great
honour, had at an early age been accepted into the Royal
Academy, had sold pictures to illustrious princes and
more illustrious dealers, had been engraved and had lived
to see his own works resold at five times their original
prices. Egbert Dormer might also have been a rich man.
But he had a taste for other beautiful things besides a
wife. The sweetest little phaeton that was to cost
nothing, the most perfect bijou of a little house at South
Kensington, he had boasted that it might have been
packed without trouble in his brother-in-law Tringle's
dining-room, the simplest little gem for his wife, just a
blue set of china for his dinner table, just a painted cornice
for his studio, just satin hangings for his drawing-room,
and a few simple ornaments for his little girls ; these with
a few rings for himself, and velvet suits of clothing in
which to do his painting ; these, with a few little dinner
parties to show off his blue china, were the first and last of
his extravagances. But when he went, and when his
pretty things were sold, there was not enough to cover his
debts. There was, however, a sweet savour about his
name. "When he died it was said of him that his wife's
death had killed him. He had dropped his pallette,
refused to finish the ordered portrait of a princess, and had
simply turned himself round and died.

Then there were the two daughters, Lucy and Ayala.
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course had always been maintained between the three
families, the Tringles, the Dormers, and the Dosetts, there
had never been cordiality between the first and the two latter.
The wealth of the Tringles had seemed to convey with it a
fetid odour. Egbert Dormer, with every luxury around
him which money could purchase, had aifected to despise
the heavy magnificence of the Tringles. It may be that he
affected a fashion higher than that which the Tringles
really attained. Reginald Dosett, who was neither bril-
liant nor fashionable, was in truth independent, and, per-
haps, a little thin-skinned. He would submit to no touch
of arrogance from Sir Thomas ; and Sir Thomas seemed
to carry arrogance in his brow and in his paunch. It was
there rather, perhaps, than in his heart; but there are men
to whom a knack of fumbling their money in their pockets
and of looking out from under penthouse brows over an
expanse of waistcoat, gives an air of overweening pride
which their true idiosyncracies may not justify. To Dosett
had, perhaps, been spoken a word or two which on some
occasion he had inwardly resented, and from thenceforward
he had ever been ready to league with Dormer against the
" bullionaire," as they agreed to call Sir Thomas. Lady
Tringle had even said a word to her sister, Mrs. Dormer,
as to expenses, and that had never been forgiven by the
artist. So things were when Mrs. Dormer died first ; and
so they remained when her husband followed her.

Then there arose a sudden necessity for action, which,
for a while, brought Reginald Dosett into connexion with
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for the poor girls. That the something should come out of
the pocket of Sir Thomas would have seemed to be natural.
Money with him was no object, not at all. Another girl
or two would be nothing to him, as regarded simple ex-
penditure. But the care of a human being is an important
matter, and so Sir Thomas knew. Dosett had not a child
at all, and would be the better for such a windfall. Dosett
he supposed to be, in his, Dosett' s way, fairly well off.
So he made this proposition. He would take one girl and
let Dosett take the other. To this Lady Tringle added her
proviso, that she should have the choice. To her nerves
affairs of taste were of such paramount importance I To
this Dosett yielded. The matter was decided in Lady
Tringle's back drawing-room. Mrs. Dosett was not even
consulted in that matter of choice, having already acknow-
ledged the duty of mothering a motherless child. Dosett
had thought that the bullionaire should have said a word
as to some future provision for the penniless girl, for whom
he would be able to do so little. But Sir Thomas had said
no such word, and Dosett, himself, lacked both the courage
and the coarseness to allude to the matter. Then Lady
Tringle declared that she must have Ayala, and so the
matter was settled. Ayala the romantic ; Ayala the poetic I
It was a matter of course that Ayala should be chosen,
Ayala had already been made intimate with the magni-
ficent saloons of the Tringles, and had been felt by Lady
Tringle to be an attraction. Her long dark black locks,
which had never hitherto been tucked up, which were
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THE TWO SISTERS. 7

were already known as being the loveliest locks in London.
She sang as though Nature had intended her to be a sing-
ing-bird, requiring no education, no labour. She had
been once for three months in Paris, and French had come
naturally to her. Her father had taught her something of
his art, and flatterers had already begun to say that she
was born to be the one great female artist of the world.
Her hands, her feet, her figure were perfect. Though
she was as yet but nineteen, London had already begun
to talk about Ayala Dormer. Of course Lady Tringle
chose Ayala,, not remembering at the moment that her
own daughters might probably be superseded by their
cousin.

And, therefore, as Lady Tringle said herself to Lucy
with her sweetest smile Mrs. Dosett had chosen Lucy.
The two girls were old enough to know something of the
meaning of such a choice. Ayala, the younger, was to
be adopted into immense wealth, and Lucy was to be
given up to comparative poverty. She knew nothing of
her uncle Dosett's circumstances, but the genteel house
at Netting Hill, No. 3, Kingsbury Crescent, was
known to her, and was but a poor affair as compared even
with the bijou in which she had hitherto lived. Her aunt
Dosett never rose to any vehicle beyond a four-wheeler,
and was careful even in thinking of that accommodation.
Ayala would be whirled about the park by a wire-wig and
a pair of brown horses which they had heard it said were
not to be matched in London. Ayala would be carried
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Tonsonville, the great French milliner of Bond Street,
whereas she, Lucy, might too probably be called on to
make her own gowns. All the fashion of Queen's Gate,
something, perhaps, of the fashion of Eaton Square, would
be open to Ayala. Lucy understood enough to know that
Ayala's own charms might probably cause still more august
gates to be opened to her, whereas Aunt Dosett entered no
gates. It was quite natural that Ayala should be chosen.
Lucy acknowledged as much to herself. But they were
sisters, and had been so near ! By what a chasm would
they be dissevered, now so far asunder !

Lucy herself was a lovely girl, and knew her own
loveliness. She was fairer than Ayala, somewhat taller,
and much more quiet in her demeanour. She was also
clever, but her cleverness did not show itself so quickly.
She was a musician, whereas her sister could only sing.
She could really draw, whereas her sister would rush away
into effects in which the drawing was not always very
excellent. Lucy was doing the best she could for herself,
knowing something of French and German, though as yet
not very fluent with her tongue. The two girls were, in
truth, both greatly gifted ; but Ayala had the gift of show-
ing her talent without thought of showing it. Lucy saw
it all, and knew that she was outshone ; but how great had
been the price of the outshining !

The artist's house had been badly ordered, and the two
girls were of better disposition and better conduct than
might have been expected from such fitful training.
Ayala had been the father's pet, and Lucy the mother's.



THE TWO 8I8TE&8.

Parents Jo ill in making pets, and here they had done ill.
Ayala had been taught to think herself the favourite,
because the artist, himself, had been more prominent
before the world than his wife. But the evil had not been
lasting enough to have made bad feeling between the
sisters. Lucy knew that her sister had been preferred to
her, but she had been self-denying enough to be aware
that some such preference was due to Ayala. She, too,
admired Ayala, and loved her with her whole heart. And
Ayala was always good to her, had tried to divide every-
thing, had assumed no preference as a right. The two
were true sisters. But when it was decided that Lucy
was to go to Kingsbury Crescent the difference was very
great. The two girls, on their father's death, had been
taken to the great red brick house in Queen's Gate, and
from thence, three or four days after the funeral, Lucy
was to be transferred to her Aunt Dosett. Hitherto there
had been little between them but weeping for their father.
Now had come the hour of parting.

The tidings had been communicated to Lucy, and to
Lucy alone, by Aunt Tringle, " As you are the eldest,
dear, we think that you will be best able to be a comfort
to your aunt," said Lady Tringle.

u I will do the best I can, Aunt Emmeline," said Lucy,
declaring to herself that, in giving such a reason, her aunt
was lying basely.

" I am sure you will. Poor dear Ayala is younger
than her cousins, and will be more subject to them." So
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she said nothing. " I am sure you will agree with me
that it is best that we should have the youngest."

u Perhaps it is, Aunt Emmeline."

" Sir Thomas would not have had it any other way,"
said Lady Tringle, with a little severity, feeling that Lucy's
accord had hardly been as generous as it should be. But
she recovered herself quickly, remembering how much it
was that Ayala was to get, how much that Lucy was to
lose. " But, my dear, we shall see you very often, you
know. It is not so far across the park ; and when we do
have a few parties again "

" Oh, aunt, 1 am not thinking of that."

" Of course not. We can none of us think of it just
now. But when the time does come of course we shall
always have you, just as if you were one of us." Then
her aunt gave her a roll of bank-notes, a little present of
twenty-five pounds, to begin the world with, and told her
that the carriage should take her to Kingsbury Crescent
on the following morning. On the whole Lucy behaved
well and left a pleasant impression on her aunt's mind.
The difference between Queen's Gate and Kingsbury
Crescent, between Queen's Gate and Kingsbury Crescent
for life, was indeed great I

" I wish it were you, with all my heart," said Ayala,
clinging to her sister.

" It could not have been me."

" Why not !"

" Because you are so pretty and you are so clever."

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" Yes ! If we were to be separated of course it would
be so. Do not suppose, dear, that I am disappointed."

" I am."

*' If I can only like Aunt Margaret," Aunt Margaret
was Mrs. Dosett, with whom neither of the girls had
hitherto become intimate, and who was known to be quiet,
domestic, and economical, but who had also been spoken
of as having a will of her own," I shall do better with
her than you would, Ayala."

" I don't see why."

" Because I can remain quiet longer than you. It will
be very quiet. I wonder how we shall see each other I I
cannot walk across the park alone."

" Uncle Reg will bring you."

" Not often, I fear. Uncle Reg has enough to do with
his office."

" You can come in a cab."

" Cabs cost money, Ayey dear.'*

" But Uncle Thomas

" We had better understand one or two things, Ayala.
Uncle Thomas will pay everything for you, and as he is
very rich things will come as they are wanted. There will
be cabs, and if not cabs, carriages. Uncle Reg must pay
for me, and he is very very kind to do so. But as he is
not rich, there will be no carriages, and not a great many
cabs. It is best to understand it all."

" But they will send for you."

" That's as they please. I don't think they will very
often. I would not for the world put you against Uncle



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Thomas, but I have a feeling that I shall never get on
with him. But you will never separate yourself from me,
Ayala ! "

" Separate myself! "

u You will not not be my sister because you will be
one of these rich ones ? "

" Oh, I wish, I wish that I were to be the poor one.
I'm sure I should like it best. I never cared about being
rich. Oh, Lucy, can't we make them change ? "

" No, Ayey, my own, we can't make them change.
And if we could, we wouldn't. It is altogether best that
you should be a rich Tringle and that I should be a poor
Dosett."

" I will always be a Dormer," said Ayala, proudly.

u And I will always be so too, my pet. But you should
be a bright Dormer among the Tringles, and I will be a
dull Dormer among the Dosetts. I shall begrudge nothing,
if only we can see each other."

So the two girls were parted, the elder being taken
away to Kingsbury Crescent and the latter remaining with
her rich relations at Queen's Gate. Ayala had not pro-
bably realized the great difference of their future positions.
To her the attractions of wealth and the privations of
comparative poverty had not made themselves as yet
palpably plain. They do not become so manifest to those
to whom the wealth falls, at any rate, not in early life,
as to the opposite party. If the other lot had fallen to
Ayala she might have felt it more keenly.

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the magnificence of the Tringle mansion she knew how
great was the fall from her father's well- assorted luxuries
and prettinesses down to the plain walls, tables, and chairs
of her Uncle Dosett's house. Her aunt did not subscribe
to Mudie's. The old piano had not been tuned for the
last ten years. The parlour-maid was a cross old woman.
Her aunt always sat in the dining-room through the
greater part of the day, and of all rooms the dining-
room in Kingsbury Crescent was the dingiest. Lucy
understood very well to what she was going. Her father
and mother were gone. Her sister was divided from her.
Her life offered for the future nothing to her. But with
it all she carried a good courage. There was present to
her an idea of great misfortune ; but present to her at the
same time an idea also that she would do her duty.



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CHAPTER II.

LUCY WITH HER AUNT DOSETT.

FOR some days Lucy found herself to be absolutely
crushed, in the first place, by a strong resolution to do
some disagreeable duty, and then by a feeling that there
was no duty the doing of which was within her reach. It
seemed to her that her whole life was a blank. Her
father's house had been a small affair and considered to be
poor when compared with the Tringle mansion, but she
now became aware that everything there had in truth
abounded. In one little room there had been two or three
hundred beautifully bound books. That Mudie's unnum-
bered volumes should come into the house as they were
wanted had almost been as much a provision of nature as
water, gas, and hot rolls for breakfast. A piano of the
best kind, and always in order, had been a first necessary
of life, and, like other necessaries, of course, forthcoming.
There had been the little room in which the girls painted,
joining their father's studio and sharing its light, sur-
rounded by every pretty female appliance. Then there
had always been visitors. The artists from Kensington
had been wont to gather there, and the artists' daughters,
and perhaps the artists' sons. Every day had had its
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would call them. There had been some reading, some
painting, some music, perhaps a little needlework and a
great deal of talking.

How little do we know how other people live in the
houses close to us ! We see the houses looking like our

O

own, and we see the people come out of them looking like
ourselves. But a Chinaman is not more different from the
English John Bull than is No. 10 from No. 11. Here
there are books, paintings, music, wine, a little dilettanti
getting-up of subjects of the day, a little dilettanti think-
ing on great affairs, perhaps a little dilettanti religion;
few domestic laws, and those easily broken ; few domestic
duties, and those easily evaded; breakfast when you will,
with dinner almost as little binding, with much company
and acknowledged aptitude for idle luxury. That is life
at No. 10. At No. 11 everything is cased in iron. There
shall be equal plenty, but at No. 1 1 even plenty is a bond-
age. Duty rules everything, and it has come to be
acknowledged that duty is to be hard. So many hours of
needlework, so many hours of books, so many hours of
prayer ! That all the household shall shiver before day-
light, is a law, the breach of which by any member either
augurs sickness or requires condign punishment. To be
comfortable is a sin ; to laugh is almost equal to bad lan-
guage. Such and so various is life at No. 10 and at
No. 11.

From one extremity, as far removed, to another poor
Lucy had been conveyed ; though all the laws were not
exactly carried out in Kingsbury Crescent as they have



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been described at No. 1 1 . The enforced prayers were not
there, nor the early hours. It was simply necessary that
Lucy should be down to breakfast at nine, and had she not
appeared nothing violent would have been said. But it
was required of her that she should endure a life which
was altogether without adornment Uncle Dosett himself,
as a clerk in the Admiralty, had a certain position in the
world which was sufficiently maintained by decent apparel,
a well-kept, slight, grey whisker, and an umbrella which
seemed never to have been violated by use. Dosett was
was popular at his office, and was regarded by his brother
clerks as a friend. But no one was acquainted with his
house and home. They did not dine with him, nor he
with them. There are such men in all public offices, not
the less respected because of the quiescence of their lives.
It was known of him that he had burdens, though it was
not known what his burdens were. His friends, therefore,
were intimate with him as far as the entrance into Somer-
set House, where his duties lay, and not beyond it.
Lucy was destined to know the other side of his affairs, the
domestic side, which was as quiet as the official side. The
link between them, which consisted of a journey by the
Underground Eailway to the Temple Station, and a walk


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