“Well。”hecontinued,“therearealotofthingsthatwantsayingwhichnoonedarestosay,alotofshamswhichwantattacking,andyetnooneattacksthem。ItseemstomethatIcansaythingswhichnotanothermaninEnglandexceptmyselfwillventuretosay,andyetwhicharecryingtobesaid。”
Isaid:“Butwhowilllisten?Ifyousaythingswhichnobodyelsewoulddaretosayisnotthismuchthesameassayingwhateveryoneexceptyourselfknowstobebetterleftunsaidjustnow?”
“Perhaps。”saidhe,“butIdon’tknowit;Iamburstingwiththesethings,anditismyfatetosaythem。”
Iknewtherewouldbenostoppinghim,soIgaveinandaskedwhatquestionhefeltaspecialdesiretoburnhisfingerswithinthefirstinstance。
“Marriage。”herejoinedpromptly,“andthepowerofdisposingofhispropertyafteramanisdead。ThequestionofChristianityisvirtuallysettled,orifnotsettledthereisnolackofthoseengagedinsettlingit。Thequestionofthedaynowismarriageandthefamilysystem。”
“That。”saidIdrily,“isahornet’snestindeed。”
“Yes。”saidhenolessdrily,“buthornet’snestsareexactlywhatI
happentolike。Before,however,IbegintostirupthisparticularoneIproposetotravelforafewyears,withtheespecialobjectoffindingoutwhatnationsnowexistingarethebest,comeliestandmostlovable,andalsowhatnationshavebeensointimespast。I
wanttofindouthowthesepeoplelive,andhavelived,andwhattheircustomsare。
“Ihaveveryvaguenotionsuponthesubjectasyet,butthegeneralimpressionIhaveformedisthat,puttingourselvesononeside,themostvigorousandamiableofknownnationsarethemodernItalians,theoldGreeksandRomans,andtheSouthSeaIslanders。Ibelievethatthesenicepeopleshavenotasageneralrulebeenpurists,butIwanttoseethoseofthemwhocanyetbeseen;theyarethepracticalauthoritiesonthequestion——Whatisbestforman?andI
shouldliketoseethemandfindoutwhattheydo。Letussettlethefactfirstandfightaboutthemoraltendenciesafterwards。”
“Infact。”saidIlaughingly,“youmeantohavehigholdtimes。”
“Neitherhighernorlower。”wastheanswer,“thanthosepeoplewhomIcanfindtohavebeenthebestinallages。Butletuschangethesubject。”Heputhishandintohispocketandbroughtoutaletter。
“Myfather。”hesaid,“gavemethisletterthismorningwiththesealalreadybroken。”Hepasseditovertome,andIfoundittobetheonewhichChristinahadwrittenbeforethebirthofherlastchild,andwhichIhavegiveninanearlierchapter。
“Andyoudonotfindthisletter。”saidI,“affecttheconclusionwhichyouhavejusttoldmeyouhavecometoconcerningyourpresentplans?”
Hesmiled,andanswered:“No。Butifyoudowhatyouhavesometimestalkedaboutandturntheadventuresofmyunworthyselfintoanovel,mindyouprintthisletter。”
“Whyso?”saidI,feelingasthoughsuchaletterasthisshouldhavebeenheldsacredfromthepublicgaze。
“Becausemymotherwouldhavewisheditpublished;ifshehadknownyouwerewritingaboutmeandhadthisletterinyourpossession,shewouldaboveallthingshavedesiredthatyoushouldpublishit。
Thereforepublishitifyouwriteatall。”
ThisiswhyIhavedoneso。
WithinamonthErnestcarriedhisintentionintoeffect,andhavingmadeallthearrangementsnecessaryforhischildren’swelfareleftEnglandbeforeChristmas。
Iheardfromhimnowandagainandlearntthathewasvisitingalmostallpartsoftheworld,butonlystayinginthoseplaceswherehefoundtheinhabitantsunusuallygood-lookingandagreeable。
Hesaidhehadfilledanimmensequantityofnote-books,andIhavenodoubthehad。Atlastinthespringof1867hereturned,hisluggagestainedwiththevariationofeachhoteladvertisement’twixthereandJapan。Helookedverybrownandstrong,andsowellfavouredthatitalmostseemedasifhemusthavecaughtsomegoodlooksfromthepeopleamongwhomhehadbeenliving。HecamebacktohisoldroomsintheTemple,andsettleddownaseasilyasifhehadneverbeenawayaday。
Oneofthefirstthingswedidwastogoandseethechildren;wetookthetraintoGravesend,andwalkedthenceforafewmilesalongtheriversidetillwecametothesolitaryhousewherethegoodpeoplelivedwithwhomErnesthadplacedthem。ItwasalovelyAprilmorning,butwithafreshairblowingfromoffthesea;thetidewashigh,andtheriverwasalivewithshippingcomingupwithwindandtide。Sea-gullswheeledaroundusoverhead,sea-weedclungeverywheretothebankswhichtheadvancingtidehadnotyetcovered,everythingwasoftheseasea-ey,andthefinebracingairwhichblewoverthewatermademefeelmorehungrythanIhaddoneformanyaday;Ididnotseehowchildrencouldliveinabetterphysicalatmospherethanthis,andapplaudedtheselectionwhichErnesthadmadeonbehalfofhisyoungsters。
Whilewewerestillaquarterofamileoffweheardshoutsandchildren’slaughter,andcouldseealotofboysandgirlsrompingtogetherandrunningafteroneanother。Wecouldnotdistinguishourowntwo,butwhenwegotneartheyweresoonmadeout,fortheotherchildrenwereblue-eyed,flaxen-patedlittlefolks,whereasoursweredarkandstraight-haired。
Wehadwrittentosaythatwewerecoming,buthaddesiredthatnothingshouldbesaidtothechildren,sothesepaidnomoreattentiontousthantheywouldhavedonetoanyotherstranger,whohappenedtovisitaspotsounfrequentedexceptbysea-faringfolk,whichweplainlywerenot。Theinterest,however,inuswasmuchquickenedwhenitwasdiscoveredthatwehadgotourpocketsfulloforangesandsweeties,toanextentgreaterthanithadenteredintotheirsmallimaginationstoconceiveaspossible。Atfirstwehadgreatdifficultyinmakingthemcomenearus。Theywerelikealotofwildyoungcolts,veryinquisitive,butverycoyandnottobecajoledeasily。Thechildrenwerenineinall——fiveboysandtwogirlsbelongingtoMrandMrsRollings,andtwotoErnest。IneversawafinerlotofchildrenthantheyoungRollings,theboyswerehardy,robust,fearlesslittlefellowswitheyesasclearashawks;
theeldergirlwasexquisitelypretty,buttheyoungeronewasamerebaby。IfeltasIlookedatthem,thatifIhadhadchildrenofmyownIcouldhavewishednobetterhomeforthem,norbettercompanions。
GeorgieandAlice,Ernest’stwochildren,wereevidentlyquiteasonefamilywiththeothers,andcalledMrandMrsRollingsuncleandaunt。Theyhadbeensoyoungwhentheywerefirstbroughttothehousethattheyhadbeenlookeduponinthelightofnewbabieswhohadbeenbornintothefamily。TheyknewnothingaboutMrandMrsRollingsbeingpaidsomuchaweektolookafterthem。Ernestaskedthemallwhattheywantedtobe。Theyhadonlyoneidea;oneandall,Georgieamongtherest,wantedtobebargemen。Youngduckscouldhardlyhaveamoreevidenthankeringafterthewater。
“Andwhatdoyouwant,Alice?”saidErnest。
“Oh。”shesaid,“I’mgoingtomarryJackhere,andbeabargeman’swife。”
Jackwastheeldestboy,nownearlytwelve,asturdylittlefellow,theimageofwhatMrRollingsmusthavebeenathisage。Aswelookedathim,sostraightandwellgrownandwelldoneallround,I
couldseeitwasinErnest’smindasmuchasinminethatshecouldhardlydomuchbetter。
“Comehere,Jack,myboy。”saidErnest,“here’sashillingforyou。”
Theboyblushedandcouldhardlybegottocomeinspiteofourpreviousblandishments;hehadhadpenniesgivenhimbefore,butshillingsnever。Hisfathercaughthimgood-naturedlybytheearandluggedhimtous。
“He’sagoodboy,Jackis。”saidErnesttoMrRollings,“I’msureofthat。”
“Yes。”saidMrRollings,“he’sawerrygoodboy,onlythatIcan’tgethimtolearnhisreadingandwriting。Hedon’tlikegoingtoschool,that’stheonlycomplaintIhaveagainsthim。Idon’tknowwhat’sthematterwithallmychildren,andyours,MrPontifex,isjustasbad,buttheynoneof’emlikesbooklearning,thoughtheylearnanythingelsefastenough。Why,asforJackhere,he’salmostasgoodabargemanasIam。”Andhelookedfondlyandpatronisinglytowardshisoffspring。
“Ithink。”saidErnesttoMrRollings,“ifhewantstomarryAlicewhenhegetsolderhehadbetterdoso,andheshallhaveasmanybargesashelikes。Inthemeantime,MrRollings,sayinwhatwaymoneycanbeofusetoyou,andwhateveryoucanmakeusefulisatyourdisposal。”
IneedhardlysaythatErnestmadematterseasyforthisgoodcouple;onestipulation,however,heinsistedon,namely,therewastobenomoresmuggling,andthattheyoungpeopleweretobekeptoutofthis;foralittlebirdhadtoldErnestthatsmugglinginaquietwaywasoneoftheresourcesoftheRollingsfamily。MrRollingswasnotsorrytoassenttothis,andIbelieveitisnowmanyyearssincethecoastguardpeoplehavesuspectedanyoftheRollingsfamilyasoffendersagainsttherevenuelaw。
“WhyshouldItakethemfromwheretheyare。”saidErnesttomeinthetrainaswewenthome,“tosendthemtoschoolswheretheywillnotbeonehalfsohappy,andwheretheirillegitimacywillverylikelybeaworrytothem?Georgiewantstobeabargeman,lethimbeginasone,thesoonerthebetter;hemayaswellbeginwiththisaswithanythingelse;thenifheshowsdevelopmentsIcanbeonthelook-outtoencouragethemandmakethingseasyforhim;whileifheshowsnodesiretogoahead,whatonearthisthegoodoftryingtoshovehimforward?”
Ernest,Ibelieve,wentonwithahomilyuponeducationgenerally,anduponthewayinwhichyoungpeopleshouldgothroughtheembryonicstageswiththeirmoneyasmuchaswiththeirlimbs,beginninglifeinamuchlowersocialpositionthanthatinwhichtheirparentswere,andalotmore,whichhehassincepublished;
butIwasgettingoninyears,andthewalkandthebracingairhadmademesleepy,soerewehadgotpastGreenhitheStationonourreturnjourneyIhadsunkintoarefreshingsleep。
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