ShetoldhimhowDeborahsewedherseamveryneatlyeveryday,andreadtoherinthebookshehadsether;howshewasavery"forrard,"goodchild,butwouldaskquestionshermothercouldnotanswer,buthowshedidnotletherselfdownbysayingshedidnotknow,buttooktostirringthefire,orsendingthe"forrard"childonanerrand。Mattywasnowthemother’sdarling,andpromised(likehersisteratherage),tobeagreatbeauty。IwasreadingthisaloudtoMissMatty,whosmiledandsighedalittleatthehope,sofondlyexpressed,that"littleMattymightnotbevain,evenifshewereabewty。"
"Ihadveryprettyhair,mydear,"saidMistMatilda;"andnotabadmouth。"AndIsawhersoonafterwardsadjusthercapanddrawherselfup。
ButtoreturntoMrsJenkyns’sletters。Shetoldherhusbandaboutthepoorintheparish;whathomelydomesticmedicinesshehadadministered;whatkitchenphysicshehadsent。Shehadevidentlyheldhisdispleasureasarodinpickleovertheheadsofallthene’er—do—wells。Sheaskedforhisdirectionsaboutthecowsandpigs;anddidnotalwaysobtainthem,asIhaveshownbefore。
Thekindoldgrandmotherwasdeadwhenalittleboywasborn,soonafterthepublicationofthesermon;buttherewasanotherletterofexhortationfromthegrandfather,morestringentandadmonitorythanever,nowthattherewasaboytobeguardedfromthesnaresoftheworld。Hedescribedallthevarioussinsintowhichmenmightfall,untilIwonderedhowanymanevercametoanaturaldeath。Thegallowsseemedasifitmusthavebeentheterminationofthelivesofmostofthegrandfather’sfriendsandacquaintance;
andIwasnotsurprisedatthewayinwhichhespokeofthislifebeing"avaleoftears。"
ItseemedcuriousthatIshouldneverhaveheardofthisbrotherbefore;butIconcludedthathehaddiedyoung,orelsesurelyhisnamewouldhavebeenalludedtobyhissisters。
By—and—bywecametopacketsofMissJenkyns’sletters。TheseMissMattydidregrettoburn。Shesaidalltheothershadbeenonlyinterestingtothosewholovedthewriters,andthatitseemedasifitwouldhavehurthertoallowthemtofallintothehandsofstrangers,whohadnotknownherdearmother,andhowgoodshewas,althoughshedidnotalwaysspell,quiteinthemodernfashion;butDeborah’slettersweresoverysuperior!Anyonemightprofitbyreadingthem。ItwasalongtimesinceshehadreadMrsChapone,butsheknewsheusedtothinkthatDeborahcouldhavesaidthesamethingsquiteaswell;andasforMrsCarter!peoplethoughtadealofherletters,justbecauseshehadwritten"Epictetus,"butshewasquitesureDeborahwouldneverhavemadeuseofsuchacommonexpressionas"Icannabefashed!"
MissMattydidgrudgeburningtheseletters,itwasevident。Shewouldnotletthembecarelesslypassedoverwithanyquietreading,andskipping,tomyself。Shetookthemfromme,andevenlightedthesecondcandleinordertoreadthemaloudwithaproperemphasis,andwithoutstumblingoverthebigwords。Ohdear!howI
wantedfactsinsteadofreflections,beforethoseletterswereconcluded!Theylastedustwonights;andIwon’tdenythatImadeuseofthetimetothinkofmanyotherthings,andyetIwasalwaysatmypostattheendofeachsentence。
Therector’sletters,andthoseofhiswifeandmother—in—law,hadallbeentolerablyshortandpithy,writteninastraighthand,withthelinesveryclosetogether。Sometimesthewholeletterwascontainedonamerescrapofpaper。Thepaperwasveryyellow,andtheinkverybrown;someofthesheetswere(asMissMattymademeobserve)theoldoriginalpost,withthestampinthecornerrepresentingapost—boyridingforlifeandtwanginghishorn。ThelettersofMrsJenkynsandhermotherwerefastenedwithagreatroundredwafer;foritwasbeforeMissEdgeworth’s"patronage"hadbanishedwafersfrompolitesociety。Itwasevident,fromthetenorofwhatwassaid,thatfrankswereingreatrequest,andwereevenusedasameansofpayingdebtsbyneedymembersofParliament。Therectorsealedhisepistleswithanimmensecoatofarms,andshowedbythecarewithwhichhehadperformedthisceremonythatheexpectedtheyshouldbecutopen,notbrokenbyanythoughtlessorimpatienthand。Now,MissJenkyns’sletterswereofalaterdateinformandwriting。Shewroteonthesquaresheetwhichwehavelearnedtocallold—fashioned。Herhandwasadmirablycalculated,togetherwithheruseofmany—syllabledwords,tofillupasheet,andthencametheprideanddelightofcrossing。PoorMissMattygotsadlypuzzledwiththis,forthewordsgatheredsizelikesnowballs,andtowardstheendofherletterMissJenkynsusedtobecomequitesesquipedalian。Inonetoherfather,slightlytheologicalandcontroversialinitstone,shehadspokenofHerod,TetrarchofIdumea。MissMattyreadit"HerodPetrarchofEtruria,"andwasjustaswellpleasedasifshehadbeenright。
Ican’tquiterememberthedate,butIthinkitwasin1805thatMissJenkynswrotethelongestseriesofletters—onoccasionofherabsenceonavisittosomefriendsnearNewcastle—upon—Tyne。
Thesefriendswereintimatewiththecommandantofthegarrisonthere,andheardfromhimofallthepreparationsthatwerebeingmadetorepeltheinvasionofBuonaparte,whichsomepeopleimaginedmighttakeplaceatthemouthoftheTyne。MissJenkynswasevidentlyverymuchalarmed;andthefirstpartofherletterswasoftenwritteninprettyintelligibleEnglish,conveyingparticularsofthepreparationswhichweremadeinthefamilywithwhomshewasresidingagainstthedreadedevent;thebundlesofclothesthatwerepackedupreadyforaflighttoAlstonMoor(awildhillypieceofgroundbetweenNorthumberlandandCumberland);
thesignalthatwastobegivenforthisflight,andforthesimultaneousturningoutofthevolunteersunderarms—whichsaidsignalwastoconsist(ifIrememberrightly)inringingthechurchbellsinaparticularandominousmanner。Oneday,whenMissJenkynsandherhostswereatadinner—partyinNewcastle,thiswarningsummonswasactuallygiven(notaverywiseproceeding,iftherebeanytruthinthemoralattachedtothefableoftheBoyandtheWolf;butsoitwas),andMissJenkyns,hardlyrecoveredfromherfright,wrotethenextdaytodescribethesound,thebreathlessshock,thehurryandalarm;andthen,takingbreath,sheadded,"Howtrivial,mydearfather,doallourapprehensionsofthelasteveningappear,atthepresentmoment,tocalmandenquiringminds!"AndhereMissMattybrokeinwith—
"But,indeed,mydear,theywerenotatalltrivialortriflingatthetime。IknowIusedtowakeupinthenightmanyatimeandthinkIheardthetrampoftheFrenchenteringCranford。Manypeopletalkedofhidingthemselvesinthesaltmines—andmeatwouldhavekeptcapitallydownthere,onlyperhapsweshouldhavebeenthirsty。Andmyfatherpreachedawholesetofsermonsontheoccasion;onesetinthemornings,allaboutDavidandGoliath,tospiritupthepeopletofightingwithspadesorbricks,ifneedwere;andtheothersetintheafternoons,provingthatNapoleon(thatwasanothernameforBony,asweusedtocallhim)wasallthesameasanApollyonandAbaddon。Iremembermyfatherratherthoughtheshouldbeaskedtoprintthislastset;buttheparishhad,perhaps,hadenoughofthemwithhearing。"
PeterMarmadukeArleyJenkyns("poorPeter!"asMissMattybegantocallhim)wasatschoolatShrewsburybythistime。Therectortookuphispen,andrubbeduphisLatinoncemore,tocorrespondwithhisboy。Itwasveryclearthatthelad’swerewhatarecalledshowletters。Theywereofahighlymentaldescription,givinganaccountofhisstudies,andhisintellectualhopesofvariouskinds,withanoccasionalquotationfromtheclassics;but,nowandthen,theanimalnaturebrokeoutinsuchalittlesentenceasthis,evidentlywritteninatremblinghurry,aftertheletterhadbeeninspected:"Motherdear,dosendmeacake,andputplentyofcitronin。"The"motherdear"probablyansweredherboyintheformofcakesand"goody,"fortherewerenoneofherlettersamongthisset;butawholecollectionoftherector’s,towhomtheLatininhisboy’sletterswaslikeatrumpettotheoldwar—horse。IdonotknowmuchaboutLatin,certainly,anditis,perhaps,anornamentallanguage,butnotveryuseful,Ithink—atleasttojudgefromthebitsIrememberoutoftherector’sletters。Onewas,"YouhavenotgotthattowninyourmapofIreland;butBONUS
BERNARDUSNONVIDETOMNIA,astheProverbiasay。"Presentlyitbecameveryevidentthat"poorPeter"gothimselfintomanyscrapes。Therewerelettersofstiltedpenitencetohisfather,forsomewrong—doing;andamongthemallwasabadly—written,badly—sealed,badly—directed,blottednote:—"Mydear,dear,dear,dearestmother,Iwillbeabetterboy;Iwill,indeed;butdon’t,please,beillforme;Iamnotworthit;butIwillbegood,darlingmother。"
MissMattycouldnotspeakforcrying,aftershehadreadthisnote。Shegaveittomeinsilence,andthengotupandtookittohersacredrecessesinherownroom,forfear,byanychance,itmightgetburnt。"PoorPeter!"shesaid;"hewasalwaysinscrapes;hewastooeasy。Theyledhimwrong,andthenlefthiminthelurch。Buthewastoofondofmischief。Hecouldneverresistajoke。PoorPeter!"
CHAPTERVI—POORPETER
POORPeter’scareerlaybeforehimratherpleasantlymappedoutbykindfriends,butBONUSBERNARDUSNONVIDETOMNIA,inthismaptoo。
HewastowinhonoursattheShrewsburySchool,andcarrythemthicktoCambridge,andafterthat,alivingawaitedhim,thegiftofhisgodfather,SirPeterArley。PoorPeter!hislotinlifewasverydifferenttowhathisfriendshadhopedandplanned。MissMattytoldmeallaboutit,andIthinkitwasareliefwhenshehaddoneso。
Hewasthedarlingofhismother,whoseemedtodoteonallherchildren,thoughshewas,perhaps,alittleafraidofDeborah’ssuperioracquirements。Deborahwasthefavouriteofherfather,andwhenPeterdisappointedhim,shebecamehispride。ThesolehonourPeterbroughtawayfromShrewsburywasthereputationofbeingthebestgoodfellowthateverwas,andofbeingthecaptainoftheschoolintheartofpracticaljoking。Hisfatherwasdisappointed,butsetaboutremedyingthematterinamanlyway。
HecouldnotaffordtosendPetertoreadwithanytutor,buthecouldreadwithhimhimself;andMissMattytoldmemuchoftheawfulpreparationsinthewayofdictionariesandlexiconsthatweremadeinherfather’sstudythemorningPeterbegan。
"Mypoormother!"saidshe。"Irememberhowsheusedtostandinthehall,justnearenoughthestudy—door,tocatchthetoneofmyfather’svoice。Icouldtellinamomentifallwasgoingright,byherface。Anditdidgorightforalongtime。"
"Whatwentwrongatlast?"saidI。"ThattiresomeLatin,Idaresay。"
"No!itwasnottheLatin。Peterwasinhighfavourwithmyfather,forheworkedupwellforhim。ButheseemedtothinkthattheCranfordpeoplemightbejokedabout,andmadefunof,andtheydidnotlikeit;nobodydoes。Hewasalwayshoaxingthem;
’hoaxing’isnotaprettyword,mydear,andIhopeyouwon’ttellyourfatherIusedit,forIshouldnotlikehimtothinkthatI
wasnotchoiceinmylanguage,afterlivingwithsuchawomanasDeborah。Andbesureyouneveruseityourself。Idon’tknowhowitslippedoutofmymouth,exceptitwasthatIwasthinkingofpoorPeteranditwasalwayshisexpression。Buthewasaverygentlemanlyboyinmanythings。HewaslikedearCaptainBrowninalwaysbeingreadytohelpanyoldpersonorachild。Still,hedidlikejokingandmakingfun;andheseemedtothinktheoldladiesinCranfordwouldbelieveanything。Thereweremanyoldladieslivingherethen;weareprincipallyladiesnow,Iknow,butwearenotsooldastheladiesusedtobewhenIwasagirl。I
couldlaughtothinkofsomeofPeter’sjokes。No,mydear,I
won’ttellyouofthem,becausetheymightnotshockyouastheyoughttodo,andtheywereveryshocking。Heeventookinmyfatheronce,bydressinghimselfupasaladythatwaspassingthroughthetownandwishedtoseetheRectorofCranford,’whohadpublishedthatadmirableAssizeSermon。’Petersaidhewasawfullyfrightenedhimselfwhenhesawhowmyfathertookitallin,andevenofferedtocopyoutallhisNapoleonBuonapartesermonsforher—him,Imean—no,her,forPeterwasaladythen。Hetoldmehewasmoreterrifiedthanheeverwasbefore,allthetimemyfatherwasspeaking。Hedidnotthinkmyfatherwouldhavebelievedhim;andyetifhehadnot,itwouldhavebeenasadthingforPeter。Asitwas,hewasnonesogladofit,formyfatherkepthimhardatworkcopyingoutallthosetwelveBuonapartesermonsforthelady—thatwasforPeterhimself,youknow。Hewasthelady。Andoncewhenhewantedtogofishing,Petersaid,’Confoundthewoman!’—verybadlanguage,mydear,butPeterwasnotalwayssoguardedasheshouldhavebeen;myfatherwassoangrywithhim,itnearlyfrightenedmeoutofmywits:andyetI
couldhardlykeepfromlaughingatthelittlecurtseysPeterkeptmaking,quiteslyly,whenevermyfatherspokeofthelady’sexcellenttasteandsounddiscrimination。"
"DidMissJenkynsknowofthesetricks?"saidI。
"Oh,no!Deborahwouldhavebeentoomuchshocked。No,nooneknewbutme。IwishIhadalwaysknownofPeter’splans;butsometimeshedidnottellme。Heusedtosaytheoldladiesinthetownwantedsomethingtotalkabout;butIdon’tthinktheydid。
TheyhadtheSTJAMES’SCHRONICLEthreetimesaweek,justaswehavenow,andwehaveplentytosay;andIremembertheclackingnoisetherealwayswaswhensomeoftheladiesgottogether。But,probably,schoolboystalkmorethanladies。Atlasttherewasaterrible,sadthinghappened。"MissMattygotup,wenttothedoor,andopenedit;noonewasthere。SherangthebellforMartha,andwhenMarthacame,hermistresstoldhertogoforeggstoafarmattheotherendofthetown。
"Iwilllockthedoorafteryou,Martha。Youarenotafraidtogo,areyou?"
"No,ma’am,notatall;JemHearnwillbeonlytooproudtogowithme。"
MissMattydrewherselfup,andassoonaswewerealone,shewishedthatMarthahadmoremaidenlyreserve。
"We’llputoutthecandle,mydear。Wecantalkjustaswellbyfirelight,youknow。There!Well,yousee,Deborahhadgonefromhomeforafortnightorso;itwasaverystill,quietday,I
remember,overhead;andthelilacswereallinflower,soIsupposeitwasspring。Myfatherhadgoneouttoseesomesickpeopleintheparish;Irecollectseeinghimleavethehousewithhiswigandshovel—hatandcane。WhatpossessedourpoorPeterIdon’tknow;
hehadthesweetesttemper,andyethealwaysseemedtoliketoplagueDeborah。Sheneverlaughedathisjokes,andthoughthimungenteel,andnotcarefulenoughaboutimprovinghismind;andthatvexedhim。
"Well!hewenttoherroom,itseems,anddressedhimselfinheroldgown,andshawl,andbonnet;justthethingssheusedtowearinCranford,andwasknownbyeverywhere;andhemadethepillowintoalittle—youaresureyoulockedthedoor,mydear,forI
shouldnotlikeanyonetohear—into—intoalittlebaby,withwhitelongclothes。Itwasonly,ashetoldmeafterwards,tomakesomethingtotalkaboutinthetown;heneverthoughtofitasaffectingDeborah。AndhewentandwalkedupanddownintheFilbertwalk—justhalf—hiddenbytherails,andhalf—seen;andhecuddledhispillow,justlikeababy,andtalkedtoitallthenonsensepeopledo。Ohdear!andmyfathercamesteppingstatelyupthestreet,ashealwaysdid;andwhatshouldheseebutalittleblackcrowdofpeople—Idaresayasmanyastwenty—allpeepingthroughhisgardenrails。Sohethought,atfirst,theywereonlylookingatanewrhododendronthatwasinfullbloom,andthathewasveryproudof;andhewalkedslower,thattheymighthavemoretimetoadmire。Andhewonderedifhecouldmakeoutasermonfromtheoccasion,andthought,perhaps,therewassomerelationbetweentherhododendronsandtheliliesofthefield。Mypoorfather!Whenhecamenearer,hebegantowonderthattheydidnotseehim;buttheirheadswereallsoclosetogether,peepingandpeeping!Myfatherwasamongstthem,meaning,hesaid,toaskthemtowalkintothegardenwithhim,andadmirethebeautifulvegetableproduction,when—oh,mydear,Itrembletothinkofit—helookedthroughtherailshimself,andsaw—Idon’tknowwhathethoughthesaw,butoldClaretoldmehisfacewentquitegrey—
whitewithanger,andhiseyesblazedoutunderhisfrowningblackbrows;andhespokeout—oh,soterribly!—andbadethemallstopwheretheywere—notoneofthemtogo,notoneofthemtostirastep;and,swiftaslight,hewasinatthegardendoor,anddowntheFilbertwalk,andseizedholdofpoorPeter,andtorehisclothesoffhisback—bonnet,shawl,gown,andall—andthrewthepillowamongthepeopleovertherailings:andthenhewasvery,veryangryindeed,andbeforeallthepeoplehelifteduphiscaneandfloggedPeter!
"Mydear,thatboy’strick,onthatsunnyday,whenallseemedgoingstraightandwell,brokemymother’sheart,andchangedmyfatherforlife。Itdid,indeed。OldClaresaid,Peterlookedaswhiteasmyfather;andstoodasstillasastatuetobeflogged;
andmyfatherstruckhard!Whenmyfatherstoppedtotakebreath,Petersaid,’Haveyoudoneenough,sir?’quitehoarsely,andstillstandingquitequiet。Idon’tknowwhatmyfathersaid—orifhesaidanything。ButoldClaresaid,Peterturnedtowherethepeopleoutsidetherailingwere,andmadethemalowbow,asgrandandasgraveasanygentleman;andthenwalkedslowlyintothehouse。Iwasinthestore—roomhelpingmymothertomakecowslipwine。Icannotabidethewinenow,northescentoftheflowers;
theyturnmesickandfaint,astheydidthatday,whenPetercamein,lookingashaughtyasanyman—indeed,lookinglikeaman,notlikeaboy。’Mother!’hesaid,’Iamcometosay,Godblessyouforever。’Isawhislipsquiverashespoke;andIthinkhedurstnotsayanythingmoreloving,forthepurposethatwasinhisheart。Shelookedathimratherfrightened,andwondering,andaskedhimwhatwastodo。Hedidnotsmileorspeak,butputhisarmsroundherandkissedherasifhedidnotknowhowtoleaveoff;andbeforeshecouldspeakagain,hewasgone。Wetalkeditover,andcouldnotunderstandit,andshebademegoandseekmyfather,andaskwhatitwasallabout。Ifoundhimwalkingupanddown,lookingveryhighlydispleased。
"’TellyourmotherIhavefloggedPeter,andthatherichlydeservedit。’
"Idurstnotaskanymorequestions。WhenItoldmymother,shesatdown,quitefaint,foraminute。Iremember,afewdaysafter,Isawthepoor,witheredcowslipflowersthrownouttotheleafheap,todecayanddiethere。Therewasnomakingofcowslipwinethatyearattherectory—nor,indeed,everafter。
"Presentlymymotherwenttomyfather。IknowIthoughtofQueenEstherandKingAhasuerus;formymotherwasveryprettyanddelicate—looking,andmyfatherlookedasterribleasKingAhasuerus。Sometimeaftertheycameouttogether;andthenmymothertoldmewhathadhappened,andthatshewasgoinguptoPeter’sroomatmyfather’sdesire—thoughshewasnottotellPeterthis—totalkthematteroverwithhim。ButnoPeterwasthere。Welookedoverthehouse;noPeterwasthere!Evenmyfather,whohadnotlikedtojoininthesearchatfirst,helpedusbeforelong。Therectorywasaveryoldhouse—stepsupintoaroom,stepsdownintoaroom,allthrough。Atfirst,mymotherwentcallinglowandsoft,asiftoreassurethepoorboy,’Peter!
Peter,dear!it’sonlyme;’but,by—and—by,astheservantscamebackfromtheerrandsmyfatherhadsentthem,indifferentdirections,tofindwherePeterwas—aswefoundhewasnotinthegarden,northehayloft,noranywhereabout—mymother’scrygrewlouderandwilder,Peter!Peter,mydarling!whereareyou?’forthenshefeltandunderstoodthatthatlongkissmeantsomesadkindof’good—bye。’Theafternoonwenton—mymotherneverresting,butseekingagainandagainineverypossibleplacethathadbeenlookedintotwentytimesbefore,nay,thatshehadlookedintooverandoveragainherself。Myfathersatwithhisheadinhishands,notspeakingexceptwhenhismessengerscamein,bringingnotidings;thenhelifteduphisface,sostrongandsad,andtoldthemtogoagaininsomenewdirection。Mymotherkeptpassingfromroomtoroom,inandoutofthehouse,movingnoiselessly,butneverceasing。Neithershenormyfatherdurstleavethehouse,whichwasthemeeting—placeforallthemessengers。Atlast(anditwasnearlydark),myfatherroseup。
Hetookholdofmymother’sarmasshecamewithwild,sadpacethroughonedoor,andquicklytowardsanother。Shestartedatthetouchofhishand,forshehadforgottenallintheworldbutPeter。
"’Molly!’saidhe,’Ididnotthinkallthiswouldhappen。’Helookedintoherfaceforcomfort—herpoorfaceallwildandwhite;forneithershenormyfatherhaddaredtoacknowledge—
muchlessactupon—theterrorthatwasintheirhearts,lestPetershouldhavemadeawaywithhimself。Myfathersawnoconsciouslookinhiswife’shot,drearyeyes,andhemissedthesympathythatshehadalwaysbeenreadytogivehim—strongmanashewas,andatthedumbdespairinherfacehistearsbegantoflow。Butwhenshesawthis,agentlesorrowcameoverhercountenance,andshesaid,’DearestJohn!don’tcry;comewithme,andwe’llfindhim,’almostascheerfullyasifsheknewwherehewas。Andshetookmyfather’sgreathandinherlittlesoftone,andledhimalong,thetearsdroppingashewalkedonthatsameunceasing,wearywalk,fromroomtoroom,throughhouseandgarden。
"Oh,howIwishedforDeborah!Ihadnotimeforcrying,fornowallseemedtodependonme。IwroteforDeborahtocomehome。I
sentamessageprivatelytothatsameMrHolbrook’shouse—poorMrHolbrook;—youknowwhoImean。Idon’tmeanIsentamessagetohim,butIsentonethatIcouldtrusttoknowifPeterwasathishouse。ForatonetimeMrHolbrookwasanoccasionalvisitorattherectory—youknowhewasMissPole’scousin—andhehadbeenverykindtoPeter,andtaughthimhowtofish—hewasverykindtoeverybody,andIthoughtPetermighthavegoneoffthere。ButMrHolbrookwasfromhome,andPeterhadneverbeenseen。Itwasnightnow;butthedoorswereallwideopen,andmyfatherandmotherwalkedonandon;itwasmorethananhoursincehehadjoinedher,andIdon’tbelievetheyhadeverspokenallthattime。
Iwasgettingtheparlourfirelighted,andoneoftheservantswaspreparingtea,forIwantedthemtohavesomethingtoeatanddrinkandwarmthem,whenoldClareaskedtospeaktome。
"’Ihaveborrowedthenetsfromtheweir,MissMatty。Shallwedragthepondsto—night,orwaitforthemorning?’
"Irememberstaringinhisfacetogatherhismeaning;andwhenI
did,Ilaughedoutloud。Thehorrorofthatnewthought—ourbright,darlingPeter,cold,andstark,anddead!Iremembertheringofmyownlaughnow。
"ThenextdayDeborahwasathomebeforeIwasmyselfagain。ShewouldnothavebeensoweakastogivewayasIhaddone;butmyscreams(myhorriblelaughterhadendedincrying)hadrousedmysweetdearmother,whosepoorwanderingwitswerecalledbackandcollectedassoonasachildneededhercare。SheandDeborahsatbymybedside;IknewbythelooksofeachthattherehadbeennonewsofPeter—noawful,ghastlynews,whichwaswhatImosthaddreadedinmydullstatebetweensleepingandwaking。
"Thesameresultofallthesearchinghadbroughtsomethingofthesamerelieftomymother,towhom,Iamsure,thethoughtthatPetermighteventhenbehangingdeadinsomeofthefamiliarhomeplaceshadcausedthatnever—endingwalkofyesterday。Hersofteyesneverwerethesameagainafterthat;theyhadalwaysarestless,cravinglook,asifseekingforwhattheycouldnotfind。
Oh!itwasanawfultime;comingdownlikeathunder—boltonthestillsunnydaywhenthelilacswereallinbloom。"
"WherewasMrPeter?"saidI。
"HehadmadehiswaytoLiverpool;andtherewaswarthen;andsomeoftheking’sshipslayoffthemouthoftheMersey;andtheywereonlytoogladtohaveafinelikelyboysuchashim(fivefootninehewas),cometoofferhimself。Thecaptainwrotetomyfather,andPeterwrotetomymother。Stay!thoseletterswillbesomewherehere。"
Welightedthecandle,andfoundthecaptain’sletterandPeter’stoo。AndwealsofoundalittlesimplebeggingletterfromMrsJenkynstoPeter,addressedtohimatthehouseofanoldschoolfellowwhithershefanciedhemighthavegone。Theyhadreturneditunopened;andunopenedithadremainedeversince,havingbeeninadvertentlyputbyamongtheotherlettersofthattime。Thisisit:—
"MYDEARESTPETER,—Youdidnotthinkweshouldbesosorryasweare,Iknow,oryouwouldneverhavegoneaway。Youaretoogood。
Yourfathersitsandsighstillmyheartachestohearhim。Hecannotholduphisheadforgrief;andyetheonlydidwhathethoughtwasright。Perhapshehasbeentoosevere,andperhapsI
havenotbeenkindenough;butGodknowshowweloveyou,mydearonlyboy。Donlookssosorryyouaregone。Comeback,andmakeushappy,wholoveyousomuch。Iknowyouwillcomeback。"
ButPeterdidnotcomeback。Thatspringdaywasthelasttimeheeversawhismother’sface。Thewriteroftheletter—thelast—
theonlypersonwhohadeverseenwhatwaswritteninit,wasdeadlongago;andI,astranger,notbornatthetimewhenthisoccurrencetookplace,wastheonetoopenit。
Thecaptain’slettersummonedthefatherandmothertoLiverpoolinstantly,iftheywishedtoseetheirboy;and,bysomeofthewildchancesoflife,thecaptain’sletterhadbeendetainedsomewhere,somehow。
MissMattywenton,"Anditwasracetime,andallthepost—horsesatCranfordweregonetotheraces;butmyfatherandmothersetoffinourowngig—andoh!mydear,theyweretoolate—theshipwasgone!AndnowreadPeter’slettertomymother!"
Itwasfulloflove,andsorrow,andprideinhisnewprofession,andasoresenseofhisdisgraceintheeyesofthepeopleatCranford;butendingwithapassionateentreatythatshewouldcomeandseehimbeforehelefttheMersey:"Mother;wemaygointobattle。Ihopeweshall,andlickthoseFrench:butImustseeyouagainbeforethattime。"
"Andshewastoolate,"saidMissMatty;"toolate!"
Wesatinsilence,ponderingonthefullmeaningofthosesad,sadwords。AtlengthIaskedMissMattytotellmehowhermotherboreit。
"Oh!"shesaid,"shewaspatienceitself。Shehadneverbeenstrong,andthisweakenedherterribly。Myfatherusedtositlookingather:farmoresadthanshewas。Heseemedasifhecouldlookatnothingelsewhenshewasby;andhewassohumble—
soverygentlenow。Hewould,perhaps,speakinhisoldway—
layingdownthelaw,asitwere—andthen,inaminuteortwo,hewouldcomeroundandputhishandonourshoulders,andaskusinalowvoice,ifhehadsaidanythingtohurtus。IdidnotwonderathisspeakingsotoDeborah,forshewassoclever;butIcouldnotbeartohearhimtalkingsotome。
"But,yousee,hesawwhatwedidnot—thatitwaskillingmymother。Yes!killingher(putoutthecandle,mydear;Icantalkbetterinthedark),forshewasbutafrailwoman,andill—fittedtostandthefrightandshockshehadgonethrough;andshewouldsmileathimandcomforthim,notinwords,butinherlooksandtones,whichwerealwayscheerfulwhenhewasthere。AndshewouldspeakofhowshethoughtPeterstoodagoodchanceofbeingadmiralverysoon—hewassobraveandclever;andhowshethoughtofseeinghiminhisnavyuniform,andwhatsortofhatsadmiralswore;andhowmuchmorefithewastobeasailorthanaclergyman;
andallinthatway,justtomakemyfatherthinkshewasquitegladofwhatcameofthatunluckymorning’swork,andthefloggingwhichwasalwaysinhismind,asweallknew。Butoh,mydear!thebitter,bittercryingshehadwhenshewasalone;andatlast,asshegrewweaker,shecouldnotkeephertearsinwhenDeborahormewasby,andwouldgiveusmessageaftermessageforPeter(hisshiphadgonetotheMediterranean,orsomewheredownthere,andthenhewasorderedofftoIndia,andtherewasnooverlandroutethen);
butshestillsaidthatnooneknewwheretheirdeathlayinwait,andthatwewerenottothinkherswasnear。Wedidnotthinkit,butweknewit,aswesawherfadingaway。
"Well,mydear,it’sveryfoolishofme,Iknow,wheninalllikelihoodIamsonearseeingheragain。
"Andonlythink,love!theverydayafterherdeath—forshedidnotlivequiteatwelvemonthafterPeterwentaway—theverydayafter—cameaparcelforherfromIndia—fromherpoorboy。Itwasalarge,soft,whiteIndianshawl,withjustalittlenarrowborderallround;justwhatmymotherwouldhaveliked。
"Wethoughtitmightrousemyfather,forhehadsatwithherhandinhisallnightlong;soDeborahtookitintohim,andPeter’slettertoher,andall。Atfirst,hetooknonotice;andwetriedtomakeakindoflightcarelesstalkabouttheshawl,openingitoutandadmiringit。Then,suddenly,hegotup,andspoke:’Sheshallbeburiedinit,’hesaid;’Petershallhavethatcomfort;
andshewouldhavelikedit。’
"Well,perhapsitwasnotreasonable,butwhatcouldwedoorsay?
Onegivespeopleingrieftheirownway。Hetookitupandfeltit:’Itisjustsuchashawlasshewishedforwhenshewasmarried,andhermotherdidnotgiveither。Ididnotknowofittillafter,orsheshouldhavehadit—sheshould;butsheshallhaveitnow。’
"Mymotherlookedsolovelyinherdeath!Shewasalwayspretty,andnowshelookedfair,andwaxen,andyoung—youngerthanDeborah,asshestoodtremblingandshiveringbyher。Wedeckedherinthelongsoftfolds;shelaysmiling,asifpleased;andpeoplecame—allCranfordcame—tobegtoseeher,fortheyhadlovedherdearly,aswelltheymight;andthecountrywomenbroughtposies;oldClare’swifebroughtsomewhitevioletsandbeggedtheymightlieonherbreast。
"Deborahsaidtome,thedayofmymother’sfuneral,thatifshehadahundredofferssheneverwouldmarryandleavemyfather。Itwasnotverylikelyshewouldhavesomany—Idon’tknowthatshehadone;butitwasnotlesstohercredittosayso。ShewassuchadaughtertomyfatherasIthinkthereneverwasbeforeorsince。
Hiseyesfailedhim,andshereadbookafterbook,andwrote,andcopied,andwasalwaysathisserviceinanyparishbusiness。Shecoulddomanymorethingsthanmypoormothercould;sheevenoncewrotealettertothebishopformyfather。Buthemissedmymothersorely;thewholeparishnoticedit。Notthathewaslessactive;Ithinkhewasmoreso,andmorepatientinhelpingeveryone。IdidallIcouldtosetDeborahatlibertytobewithhim;
forIknewIwasgoodforlittle,andthatmybestworkintheworldwastodooddjobsquietly,andsetothersatliberty。Butmyfatherwasachangedman。"
"DidMrPeterevercomehome?"
"Yes,once。Hecamehomealieutenant;hedidnotgettobeadmiral。Andheandmyfatherweresuchfriends!Myfathertookhimintoeveryhouseintheparish,hewassoproudofhim。HeneverwalkedoutwithoutPeter’sarmtoleanupon。Deborahusedtosmile(Idon’tthinkweeverlaughedagainaftermymother’sdeath),andsayshewasquiteputinacorner。Notbutwhatmyfatheralwayswantedherwhentherewasletter—writingorreadingtobedone,oranythingtobesettled。"
"Andthen?"saidI,afterapause。
"ThenPeterwenttoseaagain;and,by—and—by,myfatherdied,blessingusboth,andthankingDeborahforallshehadbeentohim;
and,ofcourse,ourcircumstanceswerechanged;and,insteadoflivingattherectory,andkeepingthreemaidsandaman,wehadtocometothissmallhouse,andbecontentwithaservant—of—all—
work;but,asDeborahusedtosay,wehavealwayslivedgenteelly,evenifcircumstanceshavecompelledustosimplicity。PoorDeborah!"
"AndMrPeter?"askedI。
"Oh,therewassomegreatwarinIndia—Iforgetwhattheycallit—andwehaveneverheardofPetersincethen。Ibelieveheisdeadmyself;anditsometimesfidgetsmethatwehaveneverputonmourningforhim。Andthenagain,whenIsitbymyself,andallthehouseisstill,IthinkIhearhisstepcomingupthestreet,andmyheartbeginstoflutterandbeat;butthesoundalwaysgoespast—andPeternevercomes。
"That’sMarthaback?No!I’LLgo,mydear;Icanalwaysfindmywayinthedark,youknow。Andablowoffreshairatthedoorwilldomyheadgood,andit’srathergotatrickofaching。"
Soshepatteredoff。Ihadlightedthecandle,togivetheroomacheerfulappearanceagainstherreturn。
"WasitMartha?"askedI。
"Yes。AndIamratheruncomfortable,forIheardsuchastrangenoise,justasIwasopeningthedoor。"
"Where?’Iasked,forhereyeswereroundwithaffright。
"Inthestreet—justoutside—itsoundedlike"—
"Talking?"Iputin,asshehesitatedalittle。
"No!kissing"—
CHAPTERVII—VISITING
ONEmorning,asMissMattyandIsatatourwork—itwasbeforetwelveo’clock,andMissMattyhadnotchangedthecapwithyellowribbonsthathadbeenMissJenkyns’sbest,andwhichMissMattywasnowwearingoutinprivate,puttingontheonemadeinimitationofMrsJamieson’satalltimeswhensheexpectedtobeseen—Marthacameup,andaskedifMissBettyBarkermightspeaktohermistress。MissMattyassented,andquicklydisappearedtochangetheyellowribbons,whileMissBarkercameupstairs;but,asshehadforgottenherspectacles,andwasratherflurriedbytheunusualtimeofthevisit,Iwasnotsurprisedtoseeherreturnwithonecaponthetopoftheother。Shewasquiteunconsciousofitherself,andlookedatus,withblandsatisfaction。NordoI
thinkMissBarkerperceivedit;for,puttingasidethelittlecircumstancethatshewasnotsoyoungasshehadbeen,shewasverymuchabsorbedinhererrand,whichshedeliveredherselfofwithanoppressivemodestythatfoundventinendlessapologies。
MissBettyBarkerwasthedaughteroftheoldclerkatCranfordwhohadofficiatedinMrJenkyns’stime。Sheandhersisterhadhadprettygoodsituationsasladies’maids,andhadsavedmoneyenoughtosetupamilliner’sshop,whichhadbeenpatronisedbytheladiesintheneighbourhood。LadyArley,forinstance,wouldoccasionallygiveMissBarkersthepatternofanoldcapofhers,whichtheyimmediatelycopiedandcirculatedamongtheeliteofCranford。IsaytheELITE,forMissBarkershadcaughtthetrickoftheplace,andpiquedthemselvesupontheir"aristocraticconnection。"Theywouldnotselltheircapsandribbonstoanyonewithoutapedigree。Manyafarmer’swifeordaughterturnedawayhuffedfromMissBarkers’selectmillinery,andwentrathertotheuniversalshop,wheretheprofitsofbrownsoapandmoistsugarenabledtheproprietortogostraightto(Paris,hesaid,untilhefoundhiscustomerstoopatrioticandJohnBullishtowearwhattheMounseerswore)London,where,asheoftentoldhiscustomers,QueenAdelaidehadappeared,onlytheveryweekbefore,inacapexactlyliketheoneheshowedthem,trimmedwithyellowandblueribbons,andhadbeencomplimentedbyKingWilliamonthebecomingnatureofherhead—dress。
MissBarkers,whoconfinedthemselvestotruth,anddidnotapproveofmiscellaneouscustomers,throvenotwithstanding。Theywereself—denying,goodpeople。ManyatimehaveIseentheeldestofthem(shethathadbeenmaidtoMrsJamieson)carryingoutsomedelicatemesstoapoorperson。Theyonlyapedtheirbettersinhaving"nothingtodo"withtheclassimmediatelybelowtheirs。
AndwhenMissBarkerdied,theirprofitsandincomewerefoundtobesuchthatMissBettywasjustifiedinshuttingupshopandretiringfrombusiness。Shealso(asIthinkIhavebeforesaid)
setuphercow;amarkofrespectabilityinCranfordalmostasdecidedassettingupagigisamongsomepeople。ShedressedfinerthananyladyinCranford;andwedidnotwonderatit;foritwasunderstoodthatshewaswearingoutallthebonnetsandcapsandoutrageousribbonswhichhadonceformedherstock—in—trade。
Itwasfiveorsixyearssinceshehadgivenupshop,soinanyotherplacethanCranfordherdressmighthavebeenconsideredPASSEE。
AndnowMissBettyBarkerhadcalledtoinviteMissMattytoteaatherhouseonthefollowingTuesday。Shegavemealsoanimpromptuinvitation,asIhappenedtobeavisitor—thoughIcouldseeshehadalittlefearlest,sincemyfatherhadgonetoliveinDrumble,hemighthaveengagedinthat"horridcottontrade,"andsodraggedhisfamilydownoutof"aristocraticsociety。"Sheprefacedthisinvitationwithsomanyapologiesthatshequiteexcitedmycuriosity。"Herpresumption"wastobeexcused。Whathadshebeendoing?Sheseemedsoover—poweredbyitIcouldonlythinkthatshehadbeenwritingtoQueenAdelaidetoaskforareceiptforwashinglace;buttheactwhichshesocharacterisedwasonlyaninvitationshehadcarriedtohersister’sformermistress,MrsJamieson。"Herformeroccupationconsidered,couldMissMattyexcusetheliberty?"Ah!thoughtI,shehasfoundoutthatdoublecap,andisgoingtorectifyMissMatty’shead—dress。
No!itwassimplytoextendherinvitationtoMissMattyandtome。
MissMattybowedacceptance;andIwonderedthat,inthegracefulaction,shedidnotfeeltheunusualweightandextraordinaryheightofherhead—dress。ButIdonotthinkshedid,forsherecoveredherbalance,andwentontalkingtoMissBettyinakind,condescendingmanner,verydifferentfromthefidgetywayshewouldhavehadifshehadsuspectedhowsingularherappearancewas。
"MrsJamiesoniscoming,Ithinkyousaid?"askedMissMatty。
"Yes。MrsJamiesonmostkindlyandcondescendinglysaidshewouldbehappytocome。Onelittlestipulationshemade,thatsheshouldbringCarlo。ItoldherthatifIhadaweakness,itwasfordogs。"
"AndMissPole?"questionedMissMatty,whowasthinkingofherpoolatPreference,inwhichCarlowouldnotbeavailableasapartner。
"IamgoingtoaskMissPole。Ofcourse,IcouldnotthinkofaskingheruntilIhadaskedyou,madam—therector’sdaughter,madam。Believeme,Idonotforgetthesituationmyfatherheldunderyours。"
"AndMrsForrester,ofcourse?"
"AndMrsForrester。Ithought,infact,ofgoingtoherbeforeI
wenttoMissPole。Althoughhercircumstancesarechanged,madam,shewasbornatTyrrell,andwecanneverforgetheralliancetotheBigges,ofBigelowHall。"
MissMattycaredmuchmoreforthelittlecircumstanceofherbeingaverygoodcard—player。
"MrsFitz—Adam—Isuppose"—
"No,madam。Imustdrawalinesomewhere。MrsJamiesonwouldnot,Ithink,liketomeetMrsFitz—Adam。IhavethegreatestrespectforMrsFitz—Adam—butIcannotthinkherfitsocietyforsuchladiesasMrsJamiesonandMissMatildaJenkyns。"
MissBettyBarkerbowedlowtoMissMatty,andpurseduphermouth。
Shelookedatmewithsidelongdignity,asmuchastosay,althougharetiredmilliner,shewasnodemocrat,andunderstoodthedifferenceofranks。
"MayIbegyoutocomeasnearhalf—pastsixtomylittledwelling,aspossible,MissMatilda?MrsJamiesondinesatfive,buthaskindlypromisednottodelayhervisitbeyondthattime—half—pastsix。"AndwithaswimmingcurtseyMissBettyBarkertookherleave。
MypropheticsoulforetoldavisitthatafternoonfromMissPole,whousuallycametocallonMissMatildaafteranyevent—orindeedinsightofanyevent—totalkitoverwithher。
"MissBettytoldmeitwastobeachoiceandselectfew,"saidMissPole,assheandMissMattycomparednotes。
"Yes,soshesaid。NotevenMrsFitz—Adam。"
NowMrsFitz—AdamwasthewidowedsisteroftheCranfordsurgeon,whomIhavenamedbefore。Theirparentswererespectablefarmers,contentwiththeirstation。ThenameofthesegoodpeoplewasHoggins。MrHogginswastheCranforddoctornow;wedislikedthenameandconsidereditcoarse;but,asMissJenkynssaid,ifhechangedittoPigginsitwouldnotbemuchbetter。WehadhopedtodiscoverarelationshipbetweenhimandthatMarchionessofExeterwhosenamewasMollyHoggins;buttheman,carelessofhisowninterests,utterlyignoredanddeniedanysuchrelationship,although,asdearMissJenkynshadsaid,hehadasistercalledMary,andthesameChristiannameswereveryapttoruninfamilies。
SoonafterMissMaryHogginsmarriedMrFitz—Adam,shedisappearedfromtheneighbourhoodformanyyears。ShedidnotmoveinasphereinCranfordsocietysufficientlyhightomakeanyofuscaretoknowwhatMrFitz—Adamwas。Hediedandwasgatheredtohisfatherswithoutoureverhavingthoughtabouthimatall。AndthenMrsFitz—AdamreappearedinCranford("asboldasalion,"MissPolesaid),awell—to—dowidow,dressedinrustlingblacksilk,sosoonafterherhusband’sdeaththatpoorMissJenkynswasjustifiedintheremarkshemade,that"bombazinewouldhaveshownadeepersenseofherloss。"
IremembertheconvocationofladieswhoassembledtodecidewhetherornotMrsFitz—Adamshouldbecalleduponbytheoldblue—
bloodedinhabitantsofCranford。Shehadtakenalargeramblinghouse,whichhadbeenusuallyconsideredtoconferapatentofgentilityuponitstenant,because,onceuponatime,seventyoreightyyearsbefore,thespinsterdaughterofanearlhadresidedinit。Iamnotsureiftheinhabitingthishousewasnotalsobelievedtoconveysomeunusualpowerofintellect;fortheearl’sdaughter,LadyJane,hadasister,LadyAnne,whohadmarriedageneralofficerinthetimeoftheAmericanwar,andthisgeneralofficerhadwrittenoneortwocomedies,whichwerestillactedontheLondonboards,andwhich,whenwesawthemadvertised,madeusalldrawup,andfeelthatDruryLanewaspayingaveryprettycomplimenttoCranford。Still,itwasnotatallasettledthingthatMrsFitz—Adamwastobevisited,whendearMissJenkynsdied;
and,withher,somethingoftheclearknowledgeofthestrictcodeofgentilitywentouttoo。AsMissPoleobserved,"AsmostoftheladiesofgoodfamilyinCranfordwereelderlyspinsters,orwidowswithoutchildren,ifwedidnotrelaxalittle,andbecomelessexclusive,by—and—byweshouldhavenosocietyatall。"
MrsForrestercontinuedonthesameside。
"ShehadalwaysunderstoodthatFitzmeantsomethingaristocratic;
therewasFitz—Roy—shethoughtthatsomeoftheKing’schildrenhadbeencalledFitz—Roy;andtherewasFitz—Clarence,now—theywerethechildrenofdeargoodKingWilliamtheFourth。Fitz—Adam!
—itwasaprettyname,andshethoughtitveryprobablymeant’ChildofAdam。’Noone,whohadnotsomegoodbloodintheirveins,woulddaretobecalledFitz;therewasadealinaname—
shehadhadacousinwhospelthisnamewithtwolittleffs—
ffoulkes—andhealwayslookeddownuponcapitallettersandsaidtheybelongedtolately—inventedfamilies。Shehadbeenafraidhewoulddieabachelor,hewassoverychoice。WhenhemetwithaMrsffarringdon,atawatering—place,hetooktoherimmediately;
andaveryprettygenteelwomanshewas—awidow,withaverygoodfortune;and’mycousin,’Mrffoulkes,marriedher;anditwasallowingtohertwolittleffs。"
MrsFitz—AdamdidnotstandachanceofmeetingwithaMrFitz—
anythinginCranford,sothatcouldnothavebeenhermotiveforsettlingthere。MissMattythoughtitmighthavebeenthehopeofbeingadmittedintothesocietyoftheplace,whichwouldcertainlybeaveryagreeableriseforCI—DEVANTMissHoggins;andifthishadbeenherhopeitwouldbecrueltodisappointher。
SoeverybodycalleduponMrsFitz—Adam—everybodybutMrsJamieson,whousedtoshowhowhonourableshewasbyneverseeingMrsFitz—AdamwhentheymetattheCranfordparties。Therewouldbeonlyeightortenladiesintheroom,andMrsFitz—Adamwasthelargestofall,andsheinvariablyusedtostandupwhenMrsJamiesoncamein,andcurtseyverylowtoherwheneversheturnedinherdirection—solow,infact,thatIthinkMrsJamiesonmusthavelookedatthewallaboveher,forshenevermovedamuscleofherface,nomorethanifshehadnotseenher。StillMrsFitz—
Adampersevered。
ThespringeveningsweregettingbrightandlongwhenthreeorfourladiesincalashesmetatMissBarker’sdoor。Doyouknowwhatacalashis?Itisacoveringwornovercaps,notunliketheheadsfastenedonold—fashionedgigs;butsometimesitisnotquitesolarge。Thiskindofhead—gearalwaysmadeanawfulimpressiononthechildreninCranford;andnowtwoorthreeleftofftheirplayinthequietsunnylittlestreet,andgatheredinwonderingsilenceroundMissPole,MissMatty,andmyself。Weweresilenttoo,sothatwecouldhearloud,suppressedwhispersinsideMissBarker’shouse:"Wait,Peggy!waittillI’verunupstairsandwashedmyhands。WhenIcough,openthedoor;I’llnotbeaminute。"
And,trueenoughitwasnotaminutebeforeweheardanoise,betweenasneezeandacrow;onwhichthedoorflewopen。Behinditstoodaround—eyedmaiden,allaghastatthehonourablecompanyofcalashes,whomarchedinwithoutaword。Sherecoveredpresenceofmindenoughtousherusintoasmallroom,whichhadbeentheshop,butwasnowconvertedintoatemporarydressing—room。Thereweunpinnedandshookourselves,andarrangedourfeaturesbeforetheglassintoasweetandgraciouscompany—face;andthen,bowingbackwardswith"Afteryou,ma’am,"weallowedMrsForrestertotakeprecedenceupthenarrowstaircasethatledtoMissBarker’sdrawing—room。Thereshesat,asstatelyandcomposedasthoughwehadneverheardthatodd—soundingcough,fromwhichherthroatmusthavebeeneventhensoreandrough。Kind,gentle,shabbily—dressedMrsForresterwasimmediatelyconductedtothesecondplaceofhonour—aseatarrangedsomethinglikePrinceAlbert’sneartheQueen’s—good,butnotsogood。Theplaceofpre—eminencewas,ofcourse,reservedfortheHonourableMrsJamieson,whopresentlycamepantingupthestairs—Carlorushingroundheronherprogress,asifhemeanttotripherup。
AndnowMissBettyBarkerwasaproudandhappywoman!Shestirredthefire,andshutthedoor,andsatasneartoitasshecould,quiteontheedgeofherchair。WhenPeggycamein,totteringundertheweightofthetea—tray,InoticedthatMissBarkerwassadlyafraidlestPeggyshouldnotkeepherdistancesufficiently。
Sheandhermistresswereonveryfamiliartermsintheirevery—dayintercourse,andPeggywantednowtomakeseverallittleconfidencestoher,whichMissBarkerwasonthornstohear,butwhichshethoughtitherduty,asalady,torepress。SosheturnedawayfromallPeggy’sasidesandsigns;butshemadeoneortwoverymalaproposanswerstowhatwassaid;andatlast,seizedwithabrightidea,sheexclaimed,"Poor,sweetCarlo!I’mforgettinghim。Comedownstairswithme,poorittiedoggie,anditshallhaveitstea,itshall!"
Inafewminutesshereturned,blandandbenignantasbefore;butI
thoughtshehadforgottentogivethe"poorittiedoggie"anythingtoeat,judgingbytheaviditywithwhichheswalloweddownchancepiecesofcake。Thetea—traywasabundantlyloaded—Iwaspleasedtoseeit,Iwassohungry;butIwasafraidtheladiespresentmightthinkitvulgarlyheapedup。Iknowtheywouldhavedoneattheirownhouses;butsomehowtheheapsdisappearedhere。IsawMrsJamiesoneatingseed—cake,slowlyandconsiderately,asshedideverything;andIwasrathersurprised,forIknewshehadtoldus,ontheoccasionofherlastparty,thatsheneverhaditinherhouse,itremindedhersomuchofscentedsoap。ShealwaysgaveusSavoybiscuits。However,MrsJamiesonwaskindlyindulgenttoMissBarker’swantofknowledgeofthecustomsofhighlife;and,tospareherfeelings,atethreelargepiecesofseed—cake,withaplacid,ruminatingexpressionofcountenance,notunlikeacow’s。
Afterteatherewassomelittledemuranddifficulty。Weweresixinnumber;fourcouldplayatPreference,andfortheothertwotherewasCribbage。Butall,exceptmyself(IwasratherafraidoftheCranfordladiesatcards,foritwasthemostearnestandseriousbusinesstheyeverengagedin),wereanxioustobeofthe"pool。"EvenMissBarker,whiledeclaringshedidnotknowSpadillefromManille,wasevidentlyhankeringtotakeahand。Thedilemmawassoonputanendtobyasingularkindofnoise。Ifabaron’sdaughter—in—lawcouldeverbesupposedtosnore,IshouldhavesaidMrsJamiesondidsothen;for,overcomebytheheatoftheroom,andinclinedtodozebynature,thetemptationofthatverycomfortablearm—chairhadbeentoomuchforher,andMrsJamiesonwasnodding。Onceortwicesheopenedhereyeswithaneffort,andcalmlybutunconsciouslysmileduponus;butby—and—by,evenherbenevolencewasnotequaltothisexertion,andshewassoundasleep。
"Itisverygratifyingtome,"whisperedMissBarkeratthecard—
tabletoherthreeopponents,whom,notwithstandingherignoranceofthegame,shewas"basting"mostunmercifully—"verygratifyingindeed,toseehowcompletelyMrsJamiesonfeelsathomeinmypoorlittledwelling;shecouldnothavepaidmeagreatercompliment。"
MissBarkerprovidedmewithsomeliteratureintheshapeofthreeorfourhandsomely—boundfashion—bookstenortwelveyearsold,observing,assheputalittletableandacandleformyespecialbenefit,thatsheknewyoungpeoplelikedtolookatpictures。
Carlolayandsnorted,andstartedathismistress’sfeet。He,too,wasquiteathome。
Thecard—tablewasananimatedscenetowatch;fourladies’heads,withniddle—noddlingcaps,allnearlymeetingoverthemiddleofthetableintheireagernesstowhisperquickenoughandloudenough:andeverynowandthencameMissBarker’s"Hush,ladies!ifyouplease,hush!MrsJamiesonisasleep。"
ItwasverydifficulttosteerclearbetweenMrsForrester’sdeafnessandMrsJamieson’ssleepiness。ButMissBarkermanagedherarduoustaskwell。SherepeatedthewhispertoMrsForrester,distortingherfaceconsiderably,inordertoshow,bythemotionsofherlips,whatwassaid;andthenshesmiledkindlyallroundatus,andmurmuredtoherself,"Verygratifying,indeed;Iwishmypoorsisterhadbeenalivetoseethisday。"
Presentlythedoorwasthrownwideopen;Carlostartedtohisfeet,withaloudsnappingbark,andMrsJamiesonawoke:or,perhaps,shehadnotbeenasleep—asshesaidalmostdirectly,theroomhadbeensolightshehadbeengladtokeephereyesshut,buthadbeenlisteningwithgreatinteresttoallouramusingandagreeableconversation。Peggycameinoncemore,redwithimportance。
Anothertray!"Oh,gentility!"thoughtI,"canyonendurethislastshock?"ForMissBarkerhadordered(nay,Idoubtnot,prepared,althoughshedidsay,"Why,Peggy,whathaveyoubroughtus?"andlookedpleasantlysurprisedattheunexpectedpleasure)
allsortsofgoodthingsforsupper—scallopedoysters,pottedlobsters,jelly,adishcalled"littleCupids"(whichwasingreatfavourwiththeCranfordladies,althoughtooexpensivetobegiven,exceptonsolemnandstateoccasions—macaroonssoppedinbrandy,Ishouldhavecalledit,ifIhadnotknownitsmorerefinedandclassicalname)。Inshort,wewereevidentlytobefeastedwithallthatwassweetestandbest;andwethoughtitbettertosubmitgraciously,evenatthecostofourgentility—
whichneveratesuppersingeneral,butwhich,likemostnon—
supper—eaters,wasparticularlyhungryonallspecialoccasions。
MissBarker,inherformersphere,had,Idaresay,beenmadeacquaintedwiththebeveragetheycallcherry—brandy。Wenoneofushadeverseensuchathing,andrathershrankbackwhensheproffereditus—"justalittle,leetleglass,ladies;aftertheoystersandlobsters,youknow。Shell—fisharesometimesthoughtnotverywholesome。"Weallshookourheadslikefemalemandarins;
but,atlast,MrsJamiesonsufferedherselftobepersuaded,andwefollowedherlead。Itwasnotexactlyunpalatable,thoughsohotandsostrongthatwethoughtourselvesboundtogiveevidencethatwewerenotaccustomedtosuchthingsbycoughingterribly—almostasstrangelyasMissBarkerhaddone,beforewewereadmittedbyPeggy。
"It’sverystrong,"saidMissPole,assheputdownheremptyglass;"Idobelievethere’sspiritinit。"
"Onlyalittledrop—justnecessarytomakeitkeep,"saidMissBarker。"Youknowweputbrandy—pepperoverourpreservestomakethemkeep。Ioftenfeeltipsymyselffromeatingdamsontart。"
IquestionwhetherdamsontartwouldhaveopenedMrsJamieson’sheartasthecherry—brandydid;butshetoldusofacomingevent,respectingwhichshehadbeenquitesilenttillthatmoment。
"Mysister—in—law,LadyGlenmire,iscomingtostaywithme。"
Therewasachorusof"Indeed!"andthenapause。Eachonerapidlyreviewedherwardrobe,astoitsfitnesstoappearinthepresenceofabaron’swidow;for,ofcourse,aseriesofsmallfestivalswerealwaysheldinCranfordonthearrivalofavisitoratanyofourfriends’houses。Wefeltverypleasantlyexcitedonthepresentoccasion。
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