Change Of Heart & Other Short Stories
By Anthony Hope
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Sir Anthony Hope Hawkins, better known as Anthony Hope was born on February 9th 1863. He was a prolific writer, especially of adventure novels and although he wrote 32 volumes of fiction our memory of him rests almost entirely on two: The Prisoner of Zenda (1894) and Rupert of Hentzau (1898). After the success of the former he gave up his legal career to concentrate on writing but was never able to scale again the heights. On a publicity tour of the United States he was described as “a well-dressed Englishman with a hearty laugh, a soldierly attitude, a dry sense of humour, quiet, easy manners and an air of shrewdness.” He died in July 8th 1933.
Anthony Hope
Anthony Hope (Sir Anthony Hope Hawkins) was an English writer and playwright. Best known for his classic adventure tales The Prisoner of Zenda and Rupert of Hentzau, Hope is credited with creating the Ruritanian romance genre. Although he originally published short pieces in popular periodicals, Hope started his own publishing press because of a lack of interest in publishing his longer works. The success of The Prisoner of Zenda allowed him to give up his career in law in favour of writing full time, but his later works never achieved the same popularity as Zenda. Hope was knighted in 1918 in recognition of his work with wartime propaganda, and he continued to write steadily until his death from cancer in 1933.
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Change Of Heart & Other Short Stories - Anthony Hope
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Index Of Stories
Twixt Will And Will Not
All’s Well That Ends Well
Change Of Heart
Marriage By Compulsion
Reluctance
Repentant Sinner
Which Shall It Be
Why Men Don’t Marry
Twixt Will And Will Not
I must confess at once that at first, at least, I very much admired the curate. I am not referring to my admiration of his fine figure, six feet high and straight as an arrow, nor of his handsome, open, ingenuous countenance, or his candid blue eye, or his thick curly hair. No; what won my heart from an early period of my visit to my cousins, the Poltons, of Poltons Park, was the fervent, undisguised, unashamed, confident, and altogether matter-of-course manner in which he made love to Miss Beatrice Queenborough, only daughter and heiress of the wealthy shipowner, Sir Wagstaff Queenborough, Bart., and Eleanor, his wife. It was purely the manner of the curate's advances that took my fancy; in the mere fact of them there was nothing remarkable. For all the men in the house (and a good many outside) made covert, stealthy, and indirect steps in the same direction; for Trix (as her friends called her) was, if not wise, at least pretty and witty, displaying to the material eye a charming figure, and to the mental a delicate heartlessness, both attributes which challenge a self-respecting man's best efforts. But then came the fatal obstacle. From heiresses in reason a gentleman need neither shrink nor let himself be driven; but when it comes to something like twenty thousand a year, the reported amount of Trix's dot, he distrusts his own motives almost as much as the lady's relatives distrust them for him. We all felt this; Stanton, Rippleby, and I; and, although I will not swear that we spoke no tender words and gave no meaning glances, yet we reduced such concessions to natural weakness to a minimum, not only when Lady Queenborough was by, but at all times. To say truth, we had no desire to see our scalps affixed to Miss Trix's pretty belt, nor to have our hearts broken (like that of the young man in the poem) before she went to Homburg in the autumn.
With the curate it was otherwise. He - Jack Ives, by the way, was his name - appeared to rush, not only upon his fate, but in the face of all possibility and of Lady Queenborough. My cousin and hostess, Dora Polton, was very much distressed about him. She said that he was such a nice young fellow, and that it was a great pity to see him preparing such unhappiness for himself. Nay, I happen to know that she spoke very seriously to Trix, pointing out the wickedness of trifling with him; whereupon Trix, who maintained a bowing acquaintance with her conscience, avoided him for a whole afternoon and endangered all Algy Stanton's prudent resolutions by taking him out in the Canadian canoe. This demonstration in no way perturbed the curate. He observed that, as there was nothing better to do, we might as well play billiards, and proceeded to defeat me in three games of a hundred up (no, it is quite immaterial whether we played for anything or not), after which he told Dora that the vicar was taking the evening service, it happened to be the day when there was one at the parish church, a piece of information only relevant in so far as it suggested that Mr. Ives could accept an invitation to dinner if one were proffered him. Dora, very weakly, rose to the bait. Jack Ives, airily remarking that there was no use in ceremony among friends, seized the place next to Trix at dinner (her mother was just opposite) and walked on the terrace after dinner with her in the moonlight. When the ladies retired he came into the smoking room, drank a whisky and soda, said that Miss Queenborough was really a very charming companion, and apologized for leaving us early, on the ground that his sermon was still unwritten. My good cousin, the squire, suggested rather grimly that a discourse on the vanity of human wishes might be appropriate.
I shall preach,
said Mr. Ives thoughtfully, on the opportunities of wealth.
This resolution he carried out on the next day but one, that being a Sunday. I had the pleasure of sitting next to Miss Trix, and I watched her with some interest as Mr. Ives developed his theme. I will not try to reproduce the sermon, which would have seemed by no means a bad one had any of our party been able to ignore the personal application which we read into it; for its main burden was no other than this, that wealth should be used by those who were fortunate enough to possess it (here Trix looked down and fidgeted with her Prayer-book) as a means of promoting greater union between themselves and the less richly endowed, and not as, alas! had too often been the case as though it were a new barrier set up between them and their fellow-creatures (here Miss Trix blushed slightly, and had recourse to her smelling-bottle). You,
said the curate, waxing rhetorical as he addressed an imaginary, but bloated, capitalist, have no more right to your money than I have. It is intrusted to you to be shared with me.
At this point I heard Lady Queenborough sniff and Algy Stanton snigger. I stole a glance at Trix and detected a slight waver in the admirable lines of her mouth.
A very good sermon, didn't you think?
I said to her, as we walked home.
Oh, very!
she replied demurely.
Ah, if we followed all we heard in church!
I sighed.
Miss Trix walked in silence for a few yards. By dint of never becoming anything else, we had become very good friends; and presently she remarked, quite confidentially:
He's very silly, isn't he?
Then you ought to snub him,
I said severely.
So I do, sometimes. He's rather amusing, though.
Of course, if you're prepared to make the sacrifice involved -
Oh, what nonsense!
Then you've no business to amuse yourself with him.
Dear, dear! how moral you are!
said Trix.
The next development in the situation was this: My cousin Dora received a letter from the Marquis of Newhaven, with whom she was acquainted, praying her to allow him to run down to Poltons for a few days; he reminded her that she had once given him a general invitation; if it would not be inconvenient and so forth. The meaning of this communication did not, of course, escape my cousin, who had witnessed the writer's attentions to Trix in the preceding season, nor did it escape the rest of us (who had talked over the said attentions at the club) when she told us about it, and announced that Lord Newhaven would arrive in the middle of the next day. Trix affected dense unconsciousness; her mother allowed herself a mysterious smile, which, however, speedily vanished when the curate (he was taking lunch with us) observed in a cheerful tone:
Newhaven! Oh, I remember the chap at the House, plowed twice in Smalls, stumpy fellow, isn't he? Not a bad chap, though, you know, barring his looks. I'm glad he's coming.
You won't be soon, young man,
Lady Queenborough's angry eye seemed to say.
I remember him,
pursued Jack; awfully smitten with a tobacconist's daughter in the Corn, oh, it's all RIGHT, Lady Queenborough, she wouldn't look at him.
This quasi apology was called forth by the fact of Lady Queenborough pushing back her chair and making for the door. It did not at all appease her to hear of the scorn of the tobacconist's daughter. She glanced sternly at Jack and disappeared. He turned to Trix and reminded herwithout diffidence and coram populo, as his habit was that she had promised him a stroll in the west wood.
What happened on that stroll I do not know; but meeting Miss Trix on the stairs later in the afternoon, I ventured to remark:
I hope you broke it to him gently, Miss Queenborough?
I don't know what you mean,
replied Trix haughtily.
You were out nearly two hours,
said I.
Were we?
asked Trix, with a start. Good gracious! Where was mamma, Mr. Wynne?
On the lawn, watch in hand.
Miss Trix went slowly upstairs, and there is not the least doubt that something serious passed between her and her mother, for both of them were in the most atrocious of humors that evening. Fortunately, the curate was not there; he had a Bible class.
The next day Lord Newhaven arrived. I found him on the lawn when I strolled up, after a spell of letter-writing, about four o'clock. Lawn tennis was the order of the day, and we were all in flannels.
Oh, here's Mark!
cried Dora, seeing me. Now, Mark, you and Mr. Ives had better play against Trix and Lord Newhaven. That'll make a very good set.
No, no, Mrs. Polton,
said Jack Ives. "They wouldn't have