The Widow Barnaby. Vol. 2 (of 3) — Inside the Classic

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Trollope, Frances Milton, 1780-1863 Project Gutenberg 2011 Not confirmed
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Frances Trollope's second volume sharpens the widow's self-regard against Agnes's quiet resilience, using ballroom etiquette, subscription libraries, and cutlet dinners to expose the comedy of social climbing in 1830s England.
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DIFFICULTIES ATTENDING A YOUNG LADY'S APPEARANCE AT A BALL.--A WET SUNDAY.--DIFFERENCE OF TASTE.

Though it was two minutes and a half past the time named for dinner when Agnes made her appearance, she found her aunt's temper very slightly acerbated by the delay, for the delightful recollections of her morning expedition still endured, and she was more inclined to boast than to scold.

"Well, Agnes, I hope at last I have some news that will please you," she said. "What think you of my having subscribed for us both for six weeks?"

"Subscribed for what, aunt? ... to the library?"

"Yes; I have subscribed there, too, for a month ... and we must go every day, rain or shine, to make it answer. But I have done a good deal more than that for you, my dear; I have subscribed to the balls entirely for your sake, Agnes: and whatever becomes of you in future life, I trust you will never forget all I have done for you now."

"But I am afraid, aunt, it will cost you a great deal of money to take me with you to the balls; and as I have never been yet, I cannot know anything about it, you know; and I do assure you that I shall not at all mind being left at home."

"And a pretty story that would make, wouldn't it?... I tell you, child, I _have_ paid the money already ... and here are the cutlets; so sit down, and be thankful for all my kindness to you.... Is my beer come, Jerningham?"

Agnes sat down, and began eating her cutlet; but it was thoughtfully, for there were cares that rested heavily upon her heart; and though they were certainly of a minor species, she must be forgiven if at sixteen and a half they were sufficient to perplex her sorely. She had neither shoes nor gloves fit to appear at a ball. She dared not ask for them, she dared not go without them, and she dared not refuse to go at all.

"This certainly is the most beautiful place I ever saw in my life!" said the widow, while renewing her attack upon the dish of cutlets; "such shops!... such a milliner! and, as for the library, its perfectly like going into public! What an advantage it is every morning of one's life to be able to go to such a place as that! Elizabeth Peters seemed to know everybody; and I heard them talking of people of the highest fashion, as some of those we are sure to meet at the ball. What an immense advantage it is for you, Agnes, to be introduced in such a manner at such a place as this!"

"It is indeed a most beautiful place, aunt, and the Peterses are most kind and charming people."

"Then for once in your life, child, you are pleased!... that's a comfort.... And I have got something to shew you, Agnes, such a scarf!... real French blonde: ... its monstrous expensive, I'm afraid; but everybody says that the respectability of a girl depends entirely upon the style of her chaperon. I'm sure I would no more let my poor dear sister's child go out with me, if I was shabbily dressed, than I would fly. I wonder Mrs. Duval does not send home my things; but perhaps she waits for me to send my turban. She's going to put my feathers in for me, Agnes,--quite a favour I assure you; ... but she was so respectful in her manner to Elizabeth Peters. I am sure, if I had had any notion what sort of people they were, I should have made Barnaby leave his business to Mr. Dobbs for a little while, that he might have brought me to see them long ago."

"It is indeed a pleasure to meet with such friends," said Agnes; "and perhaps..."

"Perhaps what, child?"

"If either of the three girls stay away from the ball, perhaps, aunt, you would be so kind as to let me stay away too, and we should pass the evening so delightfully together."

"God give me patience, Agnes, for I'm sure you are enough to drive one wild. Here have I been subscribing to the balls, and actually paying down ready money beforehand for your tickets; and now, ungrateful creature that you are, you tell me you won't go!... I only wish the Peterses could hear you, and then they'd know what you are."

"My only objection to going to the ball, aunt," said Agnes with desperate courage, "is, the fear that you would be obliged to get gloves and shoes for me."

Frances Trollope opens this volume with a scene that distills the novel's central friction: the widow Barnaby, fresh from a morning of self-congratulation, announces her subscription to the local balls as a favour to her niece Agnes, while Agnes silently calculates that she has neither shoes nor gloves fit to appear. The gap between the widow's boastful generosity and Agnes's practical dread is drawn in a few strokes of dialogue and interior thought. Trollope's prose moves briskly between the widow's bluster and Agnes's anxious calculations, a pattern that recurs throughout the excerpts. The author's ear for the rhythms of self-justifying speech and her eye for the small humiliations of dependency give this volume its particular texture.

Diction of Self-Regard and Dependence

The widow Barnaby's speech is a study in possessive self-congratulation. She tells Agnes, "I have subscribed to the balls entirely for your sake, Agnes: and whatever becomes of you in future life, I trust you will never forget all I have done for you now." The clause "entirely for your sake" is immediately undercut by the demand for perpetual gratitude. Trollope renders the widow's voice with a precision that makes her vanity audible: she boasts of the subscription library as "perfectly like going into public!" and describes the milliner's shop with the same breathless enthusiasm she applies to the social standing of the Peterses. Against this, Agnes's replies are brief, deferential, and hedged with qualifiers: "I do assure you that I shall not at all mind being left at home." The contrast in diction is not merely stylistic; it maps the power imbalance that drives the plot. The widow speaks in exclamations and assertions; Agnes in apologies and disclaimers.

The Ballroom as a Stage for Social Observation

Trollope uses the ballroom to expose the mechanics of social performance. When Agnes sings, the widow's reaction is telling: she is less struck by her niece's voice than by the fact that Mrs. Peters has "devoting her whole attention to Agnes" and "leading her with smiles, and an air of the most flattering affection, to the pianoforte." The widow's jealousy is triggered not by the music but by the public display of favour. Meanwhile, Agnes's composure after singing is attributed not to artistic confidence but to the "position and countenance of Colonel Hubert." Trollope carefully separates the public event from the private emotional drama: the room hears a voice, but Agnes sees only one face. The author's handling of multiple perspectives within a single scene—the widow's indignation, the neighbour's curiosity, Agnes's inward focus—demonstrates a sophisticated control of narrative viewpoint.

Recurring Details: Cutlets, Subscriptions, and the Cost of Appearances

Small material details anchor Trollope's social comedy. The widow's dinner of cutlets appears twice in the excerpts, each time accompanied by a question about beer and a complaint about cost. The subscription to the library and the balls is presented as a financial transaction that the widow expects to be repaid in gratitude and reflected glory. Agnes's lack of suitable shoes and gloves is not a metaphor but a practical crisis: "She dared not ask for them, she dared not go without them, and she dared not refuse to go at all." Trollope does not sentimentalise poverty; she shows it as a series of tactical decisions. The widow's repeated references to what things cost—"I have paid the money already"—underscore a worldview in which every favour is an investment. These recurring details give the novel a documentary texture, grounding its emotional conflicts in the concrete realities of 1830s domestic economy.

Narrative Voice and the Management of Sympathy

Trollope's narrator intervenes with dry commentary that shapes the reader's response. When Agnes sits down to her cutlet "thoughtfully, for there were cares that rested heavily upon her heart," the narrator adds a concessive clause: "and though they were certainly of a minor species, she must be forgiven if at sixteen and a half they were sufficient to perplex her sorely." The phrase "minor species" acknowledges the potential triviality of the heroine's troubles while simultaneously defending her right to feel them. This ironic yet sympathetic tone is characteristic of Trollope's method. Later, the widow's neighbour asks "Who is that beautiful girl, ma'am?" and the narrator notes that the widow "had become almost unconscious of the uncommon loveliness of her niece." The narrator sees what the characters do not, and the gap between their perceptions and the reader's becomes a source of both comedy and pathos.

Readers attentive to the interplay of dialogue and gesture will find in this volume a sustained study of how power is exercised through everyday speech. The widow's boasts, Agnes's silences, and the narrator's asides form a triangulated perspective that rewards close attention. The excerpts suggest that Trollope is less interested in grand plot turns than in the small, repeated humiliations and triumphs that constitute social life. A reader who listens for the weight of a single word—"entirely" or "already"—will hear the novel's moral economy at work.

Reading The Widow Barnaby, watching Agnes’s quiet strength hold steady against all that fuss over cutlets and etiquette, I found my thoughts drifting to another kind of power altogether. The same age, yet so different a cloister. It made me recall the stillness of The Abbess Of Vlaye — Key Ideas to Explore, where authority wears a heavier, more shadowed robe, and I wondered at the many shapes a woman's will can take.

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