Faith, sir, if I want to learn good principles, it's surely better I should apply for them to your lady, and your chaplin than to you?
SIR WILLIAM
(laughing, but pretty red)
He wants to step into my shoes! He wants to step into my shoes!
Roderick stares at him coldly.
RODERICK
Well, if my intentions are what you think they are -- if I do wish to step into your shoes, what then? I have no other intentions than you had yourself. Lady Cosgrove's wealth may be great, but am I not of a generous nature enough to use it worthily? Her rank is lofty, but not so lofty as my ambition. I will be sworn to muster just as much regard for my Lady Cosgrove as you ever showed her; and if I win her, and wear her when you are dead and gone, corbleu, knight, do you think that it will be the fear of your ghost will deter me?
SIR WILLIAM
Is it not a pleasure, gentlemen, for me, as I am drawing near the goal, to find my home such a happy one; my wife so fond of me, that she is even now thinking of appointing a successor? Isn't it a comfort to see her; like a prudent housewife, getting everything ready for her husband's departure?
RODERICK
I hope that you are not thinking of leaving us soon, knight?
SIR WILLIAM
Not so soon, my dear, as you may fancy perhaps. Why, man, I have been given over many times these four years, and there was always a candidate or two waiting to apply for the situation. Who knows how long I may keep you waiting.
RODERICK
Sir, let those laugh that win.
SIR WILLIAM
I am sorry for you Mr. James. I'm grieved to keep you or any gentleman waiting. Had you not better to arrange with my doctor or get the cook to flavor my omelette with arsenic? What are the odds, gentlemen, that I don't live to see Mr. James hang yet?
There is laughter around the table, and Sir William starts dealing the cards.
VOICE
Dies at Spa, in the Kingdom of Belgium, the Right Honorable Sir William Cosgrove, Knight of the Bath, Member of Parliament for Cosgrove and Devonshire and many years His Majesty's representative at various European courts. He hath left behind him a name which is endeared to all his friends for his manifold virtues and talents, a reputation justly acquired in the service of His Majesty, and an inconsolable widow to deplore his loss.
Sir Williams keels over dead.
The wedding of Roderick and the Countess. The service is preformed by Reverend Hunt, her ladyship's chaplain.
RODERICK (V.O.)
A year from that day, on the fifteenth of May, in the year 1773, I had the honor and happiness to lead to the altar Victoria, Countess of Cosgrove, widow of the late Right Honorable Sir William Cosgrove, K.B. I had procured His Majesty's gracious permission to add the name of my lovely lady to my own, and, henceforward, assumed the title of James Cosgrove.
The Wedding reception.
Roderick and the Countess are approached by young Lord Brookside, aged 12.
COUNTESS
My Lord Brookside, come and embrace your papa!
Brookside walks slowly towards them, and shakes his fist in Roderick's face.
BROOKSIDE
He, my father! I would as soon call one of your ladyship's footmen, papa!
Roderick laughs, as the Countess unsuccessfully tries to get the boy to shake hands.
COUNTESS
Lord Brookside, you have offended your father.
BROOKSIDE
Mother, you have offended my father.
RODERICK (V.O.)
It was a declaration of war to me, as I saw at once; though I declare I was willing enough to have lived with him on terms of friendliness. But as men serve me, I serve them. Who can blame me for my after-quarrels with this young reprobate, or lay upon my shoulders the evils which afterwards befell?
Three carriages, each with four horses, proceed along the picturesque track.
RODERICK (V.O.)
After we had received the congratulations of our friends in London -- I and Victoria set off to visit our country estate, Castle Hackton, where I had never as yet set foot.
Roderick and his Lady.
RODERICK (V.O.)
The first days of a marriage are commonly very trying; and I have known couples, who lived together like turtle-doves for the rest of their lives, peck each other's eyes out almost during the honeymoon. I did not escape the common lot. In our journey westwards, my Lady Cosgrove chose to quarrel with me because I had pulled out a pipe of tobacco. Lady Cosgrove was a haughty woman, and I hate pride, and I promise you that, in this instant, I overcame this vice in her.
Roderick blows smoke into the Countess' face. She is shocked into an apprehensive silence.
Young Lord Brookside with his governor, glowering and petulant. A parrot, in a cage, on his lap.
As the carriages drive past, there is a band, floral arches, flags, church bells ringing. The parson and the farmers assemble in their best by the roadside, and the school-children and the laboring people are loud in their "hurrahs" for her ladyship.
Roderick flings pennies among the cheering tenants, from two bags of coppers, stored in the carriage for the occasion.
Fifty, or so, servants have turned out to greet their mistress, and their new master. The land steward, who is the senior servant, introduces the others -- the clerk of the kitchen, clerk of the stables, head gardener, ladies in waiting, butler, valet, chef, cook.
RODERICK (V.O.)
I had not arrived at the pitch of prosperity, and having, at thirty years of age, by my own merits and energy, raised myself to one of the highest social positions that any man in England could occupy, I determined to enjoy myself as becomes a man of quality for the remainder of my life.
Roderick and his beautiful horses.
Roderick and some companions fishing.
Roderick and his friends riding.
Roderick and friends shooting.
Roderick having his portrait painted by a miniaturist.
RODERICK (V.O.)
But it was not meant for me to finish my life as a man of quality and position. Indeed, I am one of those born clever enough at gaining a fortune, but incapable of keeping one; for the qualities and energy, which lead a man to accept the first, are often the very causes of his ruin in the latter case; indeed, I know of no other reason for the misfortunes which finally befell me.
RODERICK (V.O.)
At the end of the year, Lady Cosgrove presented me with a son; Patrick Cosgrove, I called him, in compliment to my royal ancestry, but what more had I to leave him than a noble name?
Two coaches pull up, and the Countess and Roderick exit. Servants remove their luggage and baby Patrick.
RODERICK (V.O.)
We spent the season in London at our house in Berkeley Square.
The Countess alone and depressed.