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<h3>CHAPTER XLIX</h3>
<h3>"Where Is Guatemala?"<br/> </h3>
<p>Though his daughter's words to him had been very wild they did almost
more to convince Mr. Wharton that he should not give his money to his
son-in-law than even the letters which had passed between them. To
Emily herself he spoke very little as to what had occurred that
evening. "Papa," she said, "do not ask me anything more about it. I
was very miserable,—because of the dinner." Nor did he at that time
ask her any questions, contenting himself with assuring her that, at
any rate at present, and till after her baby should have been born,
she must remain in Manchester Square. "He won't hurt me," said Mr.
Wharton, and then added with a smile, "He won't have to have any more
dinner-parties while I am here."</p>
<p>Nor did he make any complaint to Lopez as to what had been done, or
even allude to the dinner. But when he had been back about a week he
announced to his son-in-law his final determination as to money. "I
had better tell you, Lopez, what I mean to do, so that you may not be
left in doubt. I shall not intrust any further sum of money into your
hands on behalf of Emily."</p>
<p>"You can do as you please, sir,—of course."</p>
<p>"Just so. You have had what to me is a very considerable sum,—though
I fear that it did not go for much in your large concerns."</p>
<p>"It was not very much, Mr. Wharton."</p>
<p>"I dare say not. Opinions on such a matter differ, you know. At any
rate, there will be no more. At present I wish Emily to live here,
and you, of course, are welcome here also. If things are not going
well with you, this will, at any rate, relieve you from immediate
expense."</p>
<p>"My calculations, sir, have never descended to that."</p>
<p>"Mine are more minute. The necessities of my life have caused me to
think of these little things. When I am dead there will be provision
for Emily made by my will,—the income going to trustees for her
benefit, and the capital to her children after her death. I thought
it only fair to you that this should be explained."</p>
<p>"And you will do nothing for me?"</p>
<p>"Nothing;—if that is nothing. I should have thought that your
present maintenance and the future support of your wife and children
would have been regarded as something."</p>
<p>"It is nothing;—nothing!"</p>
<p>"Then let it be nothing. Good morning."</p>
<p>Two days after that Lopez recurred to the subject. "You were very
explicit with me the other day, sir."</p>
<p>"I meant to be so."</p>
<p>"And I will be equally so to you now. Both I and your daughter are
absolutely ruined unless you reconsider your purpose."</p>
<p>"If you mean money by reconsideration,—present money to be given to
you,—I certainly shall not reconsider it. You may take my solemn
assurance that I will give you nothing that can be of any service to
you in trade."</p>
<p>"Then, sir,—I must tell you my purpose, and give you my assurance,
which is equally solemn. Under those circumstances I must leave
England, and try my fortune in Central America. There is an opening
for me at Guatemala, though not a very hopeful one."</p>
<p>"Guatemala!"</p>
<p>"Yes;—friends of mine have a connection there. I have not broken it
to Emily yet, but under these circumstances she will have to go."</p>
<p>"You will not take her to Guatemala!"</p>
<p>"Not take my wife, sir? Indeed I shall. Do you suppose that I would
go away and leave my wife a pensioner on your bounty? Do you think
that she would wish to desert her husband? I don't think you know
your daughter."</p>
<p>"I wish you had never known her."</p>
<p>"That is neither here nor there, sir. If I cannot succeed in this
country I must go elsewhere. As I have told you before, £20,000 at
the present moment would enable me to surmount all my difficulties,
and make me a very wealthy man. But unless I can command some such
sum by Christmas everything here must be sacrificed."</p>
<p>"Never in my life did I hear so base a proposition," said Mr.
Wharton.</p>
<p>"Why is it base? I can only tell you the truth."</p>
<p>"So be it. You will find that I mean what I have said."</p>
<p>"So do I, Mr. Wharton."</p>
<p>"As to my daughter, she must, of course, do as she thinks fit."</p>
<p>"She must do as I think fit, Mr. Wharton."</p>
<p>"I will not argue with you. Alas, alas; poor girl!"</p>
<p>"Poor girl, indeed! She is likely to be a poor girl if she is treated
in this way by her father. As I understand that you intend to use, or
to try to use, authority over her, I shall take steps for removing
her at once from your house." And so the interview was ended.</p>
<p>Lopez had thought the matter over, and had determined to "brazen it
out," as he himself called it. Nothing further was, he thought, to be
got by civility and obedience. Now he must use his power. His idea of
going to Guatemala was not an invention of the moment, nor was it
devoid of a certain basis of truth. Such a suggestion had been made
to him some time since by Mr. Mills Happerton. There were mines in
Guatemala which wanted, or at some future day might want, a resident
director. The proposition had been made to Lopez before his marriage,
and Mr. Happerton probably had now forgotten all about it;—but the
thing was of service now. He broke the matter very suddenly to his
wife. "Has your father been speaking to you of my plans?"</p>
<p>"Not lately;—not that I remember."</p>
<p>"He could not speak of them without your remembering, I should think.
Has he told you that I am going to Guatemala?"</p>
<p>"Guatemala! Where is Guatemala, Ferdinand?"</p>
<p>"You can answer my question though your geography is deficient."</p>
<p>"He has said nothing about your going anywhere."</p>
<p>"You will have to go,—as soon after Christmas as you may be fit."</p>
<p>"But where is Guatemala;—and for how long, Ferdinand?"</p>
<p>"Guatemala is in Central America, and we shall probably settle there
for the rest of our lives. I have got nothing to live on here."</p>
<p>During the next two months this plan of seeking a distant home and a
strange country was constantly spoken of in Manchester Square, and
did receive corroboration from Mr. Happerton himself. Lopez renewed
his application and received a letter from that gentleman saying that
the thing might probably be arranged if he were in earnest. "I am
quite in earnest," Lopez said as he showed this letter to Mr.
Wharton. "I suppose Emily will be able to start two months after her
confinement. They tell me that babies do very well at sea."</p>
<p>During this time, in spite of his threat, he continued to live with
Mr. Wharton in Manchester Square, and went every day into the
city,—whether to make arrangements and receive instructions as to
Guatemala, or to carry on his old business, neither Emily nor her
father knew. He never at this time spoke about his affairs to either
of them, but daily referred to her future expatriation as a thing
that was certain. At last there came up the actual question,—whether
she were to go or not. Her father told her that though she was
doubtless bound by law to obey her husband, in such a matter as this
she might defy the law. "I do not think that he can actually force
you on board the ship," her father said.</p>
<p>"But if he tells me that I must go?"</p>
<p>"Stay here with me," said the father. "Stay here with your baby. I'll
fight it out for you. I'll so manage that you shall have all the
world on your side."</p>
<p>Emily at that moment came to no decision, but on the following day
she discussed the matter with Lopez himself. "Of course you will go
with me," he said, when she asked the question.</p>
<p>"You mean that I must, whether I wish to go or not."</p>
<p>"Certainly you must. Good G––––!
where is a wife's place? Am I to go
out without my child, and without you, while you are enjoying all the
comforts of your father's wealth at home? That is not my idea of
life."</p>
<p>"Ferdinand, I have been thinking about it very much. I must beg you
to allow me to remain. I ask it of you as if I were asking my life."</p>
<p>"Your father has put you up to this."</p>
<p>"No;—not to this."</p>
<p>"To what then?"</p>
<p>"My father thinks that I should refuse to go."</p>
<p>"He does, does he?"</p>
<p>"But I shall not refuse. I shall go if you insist upon it. There
shall be no contest between us about that."</p>
<p>"Well; I should hope not."</p>
<p>"But I do implore you to spare me."</p>
<p>"That is very selfish, Emily."</p>
<p>"Yes,"—she said, "yes. I cannot contradict that. But so is the man
selfish who prays the judge to spare his life."</p>
<p>"But you do not think of me. I must go."</p>
<p>"I shall not make you happier, Ferdinand."</p>
<p>"Do you think that it is a fine thing for a man to live in such a
country as that all alone?"</p>
<p>"I think he would be better so than with a wife he does not—love."</p>
<p>"Who says I do not love you?"</p>
<p>"Or with one who does—not—love him." This she said very slowly,
very softly, but looking up into his eyes as she said it.</p>
<p>"Do you tell me that to my face?"</p>
<p>"Yes;—what good can I do now by lying? You have not been to me as I
thought you would be."</p>
<p>"And so, because you have built up some castle in the air that has
fallen to pieces, you tell your husband to his face that you do not
love him, and that you prefer not to live with him. Is that your idea
of duty?"</p>
<p>"Why have you been so cruel?"</p>
<p>"Cruel! What have I done? Tell me what cruelty. Have I beat you? Have
you been starved? Have I not asked and implored your
assistance,—only to be refused? The fact is that your father and you
have found out that I am not a rich man, and you want to be rid of
me. Is that true or false?"</p>
<p>"It is not true that I want to be rid of you because you are poor."</p>
<p>"I do not mean to be rid of you. You will have to settle down and do
your work as my wife in whatever place it may suit me to live. Your
father is a rich man, but you shall not have the advantage of his
wealth unless it comes to you, as it ought to come, through my hands.
If your father would give me the fortune which ought to be yours
there need be no going abroad. He cannot bear to part with his money,
and therefore we must go. Now you know all about it." She was then
turning to leave him, when he asked her a direct question. "Am I to
understand that you intend to resist my right to take you with me?"</p>
<p>"If you bid me go,—I shall go."</p>
<p>"It will be better, as you will save both trouble and exposure."</p>
<p>Of course she told her father what had taken place, but he could only
shake his head, and sit groaning over his misery in his chambers. He
had explained to her what he was willing to do on her behalf, but she
declined his aid. He could not tell her that she was wrong. She was
the man's wife, and out of that terrible destiny she could not now
escape. The only question with him was whether it would not be best
to buy the man,—give him a sum of money to go, and to go alone.
Could he have been quit of the man even for £20,000, he would
willingly have paid the money. But the man would either not go, or
would come back as soon as he had got the money. His own life, as he
passed it now, with this man in the house with him, was horrible to
him. For Lopez, though he had more than once threatened that he would
carry his wife to another home, had taken no steps towards getting
that other home ready for her.</p>
<p>During all this time Mr. Wharton had not seen his son. Everett had
gone abroad just as his father returned to London from Brighton, and
was still on the continent. He received his allowance punctually, and
that was the only intercourse which took place between them. But
Emily had written to him, not telling him much of her troubles,—only
saying that she believed that her husband would take her to Central
America early in the spring, and begging him to come home before she
went.</p>
<p>Just before Christmas her baby was born, but the poor child did not
live a couple of days. She herself at the time was so worn with care,
so thin and wan and wretched, that looking in the glass she hardly
knew her own face. "Ferdinand," she said to him, "I know he will not
live. The Doctor says so."</p>
<p>"Nothing thrives that I have to do with," he answered gloomily.</p>
<p>"Will you not look at him?"</p>
<p>"Well; yes. I have looked at him, have I not? I wish to God that
where he is going I could go with him."</p>
<p>"I wish I was;—I wish I was going," said the poor mother. Then the
father went out, and before he had returned to the house the child
was dead. "Oh, Ferdinand, speak one kind word to me now," she said.</p>
<p>"What kind word can I speak when you have told me that you do not
love me? Do you think that I can forget that because—because he has
gone?"</p>
<p>"A woman's love may always be won back again by kindness."</p>
<p>"Psha! How am I to kiss and make pretty speeches with my mind
harassed as it is now?" But he did touch her brow with his lips
before he went away.</p>
<p>The infant was buried, and then there was not much show of mourning
in the house. The poor mother would sit gloomily alone day after day,
telling herself that it was perhaps better that she should have been
robbed of her treasure than have gone forth with him into the wide,
unknown, harsh world with such a father as she had given him. Then
she would look at all the preparations she had made,—the happy work
of her fingers when her thoughts of their future use were her
sweetest consolation,—and weep till she would herself feel that
there never could be an end to her tears.</p>
<p>The second week in January had come and yet nothing further had been
settled as to this Guatemala project. Lopez talked about it as though
it was certain, and even told his wife that as they would move so
soon it would not be now worth while for him to take other lodgings
for her. But when she asked as to her own preparations,—the wardrobe
necessary for the long voyage and her general outfit,—he told her
that three weeks or a fortnight would be enough for all, and that he
would give her sufficient notice. "Upon my word he is very kind to
honour my poor house as he does," said Mr. Wharton.</p>
<p>"Papa, we will go at once if you wish it," said his daughter.</p>
<p>"Nay, Emily; do not turn upon me. I cannot but be sensible to the
insult of his daily presence; but even that is better than losing
you."</p>
<p>Then there occurred a ludicrous incident,—or combination of
incidents,—which, in spite of their absurdity, drove Mr. Wharton
almost frantic. First there came to him the bill from Messrs. Stewam
and Sugarscraps for the dinner. At this time he kept nothing back
from his daughter. "Look at that!" he said. The bill was absolutely
made out in his name.</p>
<p>"It is a mistake, papa."</p>
<p>"Not at all. The dinner was given in my house, and I must pay for it.
I would sooner do so than that he should pay it,—even if he had the
means." So he paid Messrs. Stewam and Sugarscraps £25 9s. 6d.,
begging them as he did so never to send another dinner into his
house, and observing that he was in the habit of entertaining his
friends at less than three guineas a head. "But Château Yquem and
Côte d'Or!" said Mr. Sugarscraps. "Château fiddlesticks!" said Mr.
Wharton, walking out of the house with his receipt.</p>
<p>Then came the bill for the brougham,—for the brougham from the very
day of their return to town after their wedding trip. This he showed
to Lopez. Indeed the bill had been made out to Lopez and sent to Mr.
Wharton with an apologetic note. "I didn't tell him to send it," said
Lopez.</p>
<p>"But will you pay it?"</p>
<p>"I certainly shall not ask you to pay it." But Mr. Wharton at last
did pay it, and he also paid the rent of the rooms in the Belgrave
Mansions, and between £30 and £40 for dresses which Emily had got at
Lewes and Allenby's under her husband's orders in the first days of
their married life in London.</p>
<p>"Oh, papa, I wish I had not gone there," she said.</p>
<p>"My dear, anything that you may have had I do not grudge in the
least. And even for him, if he would let you remain here, I would pay
willingly. I would supply all his wants if he would only—go away."</p>
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