Idedicateallthatisgoodinthisworktomymother.——C.R.,NOTE
THISstorywaswrittenthreeyearsago,andoneortwotopicsinitarenottreatedexactlyastheywouldbeifwrittenbythesamehandto—day.
Butiftheauthorhadretouchedthosepageswithhiscolorsof1853,hewould(hethinks)havedestroyedtheonlymerittheyhave,viz.,thatofcontaininggenuinecontemporaneousverdictsuponacantthatwasflourishinglikeapeony,andatruththatwasstrugglingforbarelife,intheyearoftruth1850.
Hepreferstodealfairlywiththepublic,and,withthisexplanationandapology,tolayatitsfeetafaultybutgenuinepieceofwork.
CHAPTERI.
VISCOUNTIPSDEN,agedtwenty—five,incomeeighteenthousandpoundsperyear,constitutionequine,wasunhappy!Thismightsurprisesomepeople;
buttherearecertainblessings,thenon—possessionofwhichmakesmorepeoplediscontentedthantheirpossessionrendershappy.
Foremostamongtheseare\"WealthandRank.\"WereItoadd\"Beauty\"tothelist,suchmenandwomenasgobyfact,notbyconjecture,wouldhardlycontradictme.
Thefortunatemanishewho,bornpoor,ornobody,worksgraduallyuptowealthandconsideration,and,havinggotthem,diesbeforehefindstheywerenotworthsomuchtrouble.
LordIpsdenstartedwithnothingtowin;andnaturallylivedforamusement.Nownothingissosuretoceasetopleaseaspleasure——toamuse,asamusement.Unfortunatelyforhimselfhecouldnotatthisperiodofhislifewarmtopolitics;so,havingexhaustedhisLondonclique,herolledthroughthecitiesofEuropeinhiscarriage,andcruiseditsshoresinhisyacht.Buthewasnothappy!
Hewasamanoftaste,andsippedtheartsandotherknowledge,ashesaunteredEuroperound.
Buthewasnothappy.
\"WhatshallIdo?\"said_l’ennuye’._
\"Distinguishyourself,\"saidone.
\"How?\"
Noimmediateanswer.
\"Takea_primadonna_over,\"saidanother.
Well,themantooka_primadonna_over,whichscoldeditsmaidfromtheAlpstoDoverinthe_linguaToscana_withoutthe_boccaRomana,_andsanginLondonwithoutapplause;becausewhatgoesdownatLaScaladoesnotgenerallygodownatIlTeatrodellaRegina,Haymarket.
SothenmylordstrolledintoRussia;therehedroveapairofhorses,oneofwhomputhisheaddownanddidthework;theotherprancedandcapricoledalongside,allunconsciousofthetrace.Heseemedhappierthanhisworkingbrother;butthebipedwhosecareercorrespondedwiththisplayfulanimal’swasnothappy!
AtlengthaneventoccurredthatpromisedtoplayanadagiouponLordIpsden’smind.HefellinlovewithLadyBarbaraSinclair;andhehadnosoonerdonethisthanhefelt,asweareallapttodoonsimilaroccasions,howwiseathinghehaddone!
Besidesalovelyperson,LadyBarbaraSinclairhadacharacterthathesawwouldmakehim;and,infact,LadyBarbaraSinclairwas,toaninexperiencedeye,theexactoppositeofLordIpsden.
Hermentalimpulsewasasplethoricashiswaslanguid.
Shewasasenthusiasticashewascool.
Shetookawarminterestineverything.Shebelievedthatgovernmentisascience,andonethatgoeswith_copiaverborum._
Shebelievedthat,inEngland,governmentisadministered,notbyasetofmenwhosesalariesrangefromeightytofivehundredpoundsayear,andwhosenamesareneverheard,butbytheFirstLordoftheTreasury,andothergreatmen.
Hencesheinferred,thatitmattersverymuchtoallofusinwhosehandistherudderofthatstatevesselwhichgoesdownthewindofpublicopinion,withoutveeringapoint,letwhowillbeatthehelm.
Shealsocaredverymuchwhowasthenewbishop.Religion——ifnotreligion,theology——wouldbeaffectedthereby.
Shewasenthusiasticaboutpoets;imaginedtheirversetobesomesortofclewtotheircharacters,andsoon.
Shehadothertheories,whichwillbeindicatedbyandby;atpresentitisenoughtosaythathermindwasyoung,healthy,somewhatoriginal,fulloffireandfaith,andemptyofexperience.
LordIpsdenlovedher!itwaseasytoloveher.
First,therewasnot,inthewholerangeofhermindandbody,onegrainofaffectationofanysort.
Shewasalways,inpointoffact,undertheinfluenceofsomemalemindorother,generallysomewriter.Whatyoungwomanisnot,moreorless,amirror?Butsheneverimitatedoraffected;shewasalwaysherself,bywhomsoevercolored.
Thenshewasbeautifulandeloquent;muchtoohigh—bredtoputarestraintuponhernaturalmanner,shewasoftenmore_naive,_andevenbrusk,thanyourwould—bearistocratsdaretobe;butwhatacharmingabruptnessherswas!
Idonotexcelindescriptions,andyetIwanttogiveyousomecarnalideaofacertainpeculiarityandcharmthisladypossessed;permitmetocallasisterarttomyaid.
TherehaslatelysteppedupontheFrenchstageacharmingpersonage,whosemannerisquitefreefromtheaffectationthatsoilsnearlyallFrenchactresses——MademoiselleMadeleineBrohan!WhenyouseethisyoungladyplayMademoiselleLaSegli’ere,youseehigh—bredsensibilitypersonified,andyouseesomethinglikeLadyBarbaraSinclair.
ShewasaconnectionofLordIpsden’s,buttheyhadnotmetfortwoyears,whentheyencounteredeachotherinParisjustbeforethecommencementofthis\"DramaticStory,\"\"Novel\"bycourtesy.
ThemonthhespentinParis,nearher,wasabrightmonthtoLordIpsden.
Abystanderwouldnothavegathered,fromhismanner,thathewaswarmlyinlovewiththislady;but,forallthat,hislordshipwasgraduallyuncoilinghimself,andgracefully,quietlybaskingintheraysofBarbaraSinclair.
Hewasalsojustbeginningtotakeaninterestinsubjectsoftheday——ministries,flatpaintings,controversialnovels,Cromwell’sspotlessintegrity,etc.——whynot?Theyinterestedher.
SuddenlytheladyandherfamilyreturnedtoEngland.LordIpsden,whowasgoingtoRome,cametoEnglandinstead.
ShehadnotbeenfivedaysinLondon,beforeshemadeherpreparationstospendsixmonthsinPerthshire.
Thisbroughtmatterstoaclimax.
LordIpsdenproposedinform.
LadyBarbarawassurprised;shehadnotviewedhisgracefulattentionsinthatlightatall.However,sheansweredbyletterhisproposalwhichhadbeenmadebyletter.
Afterafewofthosecourteouswordsaladyalwaysbestowsonagentlemanwhohasofferedherthehighestcomplimentanymanhasitinhispowertoofferanywoman,shecametothepointinthefollowingcharacteristicmanner:
\"ThemanImarrymusthavetwothings,virtuesandvices——youhaveneither.Youdonothing,andneverwilldoanythingbutsketchandhumtunes,anddanceanddangle.Forgetthisfollythedayafterto—morrow,mydearIpsden,and,ifImayaskafavorofonetowhomIrefusethatwhichwouldnotbeakindness,bestillgoodfriendswithherwhowillalwaysbe\"Youraffectionate_Cousin,_
\"BARBARASINCLAIR.\"
SoonafterthiseffusionshevanishedintoPerthshire,leavinghercousinstunnedbyablowwhichshethoughtwouldbeonlyascratchtooneofhischaracter.
LordIpsdenrelapsedintogreaterlistlessnessthanbeforehehadcherishedthesecrushedhopes.Theworldnowbecamereallydarkandblanktohim.Hewastoolanguidtogoanywhereordoanything;arepublicanmighthavecomparedthesettledexpressionofhishandsome,hopelessfacewiththatofmostday—laborersofthesameage,andmoderatedhisenvyoftherichandtitled.
AtlasthebecamesopaleaswellaslanguidthatMr.Saundersinterfered.
Saunderswasamodelvaletandfactotum;whohadbeenwithhismastereversinceheleftEton,andhadmadehimselfnecessarytohimintheirjourneys.
ThesaidSaunderswasreallyaninvaluableservant,and,withaworldofobsequiousness,contrivedtohavehisownwayonmostoccasions.Hehad,Ibelieve,onlyonegreatweakness,thatofimaginingabeau—idealofaristocracyandthenoutdoingitinthepersonofJohnSaunders.
NowthisSaunderswashuman,andcouldnotbeeightyearswiththisyounggentlemanandnottakesomelittleinterestinhim.Hewasflunky,andtookagreatinterestinhim,asstepping—stonetohisowngreatness.Sowhenhesawhimturningpaleandthin,andreadingoneletterfiftytimes,hespeculatedandinquiredwhatwasthematter.HebroughttheintellectofMr.Saunderstobearonthequestionatthefollowingangle:
\"Now,ifIwasayounglordwith20,000poundsayear,andalltheworldatmyfeet,whatwouldmakemeinthisway?Why,theliver!Nothingelse.
\"Andthatiswhatiswrongwithhim,youmaydepend.\"
Thisconclusionarrivedat,Mr.SaunderscoollywrotehisconvictionstoDr.Aberford,anddesiredthatgentleman’simmediateattentiontothecase.Anhourortwolater,heglidedintohislord’sroom,notwithoutsomesecrettrepidation,notraceofwhichappearedonhisface.Hepulledalonghistrioniccountenance.\"Mylord,\"saidhe,insoft,melancholytones,\"yourlordship’smelancholystateofhealthgivesmegreatanxiety;and,withmanyapologiestoyourlordship,thedoctorissentfor,mylord.\"
\"Why,Saunders,youaremad;thereisnothingthematterwithme.\"
\"Ibegyourlordship’spardon,yourlordshipisveryill,andDr.
Aberfordsentfor.\"
\"Youmaygo,Saunders.\"
\"Yes,mylord.Icouldn’thelpit;I’veoutsteppedmyduty,mylord,butIcouldnotstandquietandseeyourlordshipdyingbyinches.\"HereMr.
S.putacambrichandkerchiefartisticallytohiseyes,andglidedout,havingdisarmedcensure.
LordIpsdenfellintoareverie.
\"Ismymindormybodydisordered?Dr.Aberford!——absurd!——Saundersisgettingtoopragmatical.Thedoctorshallprescribeforhiminsteadofme;byJove,thatwouldservehimright.\"Andmylordfaintlychuckled.
\"No!thisiswhatIamillof\"——andhereadthefatalnoteagain.\"Idonothing!——cruel,unjust,\"sighedhe.\"Icouldhavedone,wouldhavedone,anythingtopleaseher.Donothing!nobodydoesanythingnow——thingsdon’tcomeinyourwaytobedoneastheyusedcenturiesago,orweshoulddothemjustthesame;itistheirfault,notours,\"arguedhislordship,somewhatconfusedly;then,leaninghisbrowuponthesofa,hewishedtodie.For,atthatdarkmomentlifeseemedtothisfortunatemananachingvoid;aweary,stale,flat,unprofitabletale;afadedflower;
aball—roomafterdaylighthascreptin,andmusic,motionandbeautyarefledaway.
\"Dr.Aberford,mylord.\"
Thisannouncement,madebyMr.Saunders,checkedhislordship’sreverie.
\"Insultseverybody,doeshenot,Saunders?\"
\"Yes,mylord,\"saidSaunders,monotonously.
\"Perhapshewillme;thatmightamuseme,\"saidtheother.
Amomentlaterthedoctorbowledintotheapartment,tuggingathisgloves,asheran.
Thecontrastbetweenhimandourpoorrichfriendisalmostbeyondhumanlanguage.
HerelayonasofaIpsden,oneofthemostdistinguishedyounggentlemeninEurope;acreatureincapable,bynature,ofaruggedtoneoracoarsegesture;abeingwithouttheslightestapparentpretension,butrefinedbeyondthewildestdreamofdandies.Tohim,enterAberford,perspiringandshouting.Hewasoneofthoseglobulesofhumanquicksilveroneseesnowandthenfortwoseconds;theyare,infact,twoglobules;theirheadisone,invariablybald,round,andglittering;thebodyisanotherinactivityandshape,_totusteresatquerotundus;_andinfiftyyearstheylivefivecenturies._HorumRexAberford_——oftheseourdoctorwasthechief.Hehadhardlytornoffoneglove,androlledasfarasthethirdflowerfromthedooronhislordship’scarpet,beforeheshouted:
\"Thisismypatient,lollopinginpursuitofhealth.Yourhand,\"addedhe.Forhewasatthesofalongbeforehislordshipcouldglideoffit.
\"Tongue.Pulseisgood.Breatheinmyface.\"
\"Breatheinyourface,sir!howcanIdothat?\"(withanairofmilddoubt.)
\"Byfirstinhaling,andthenexhalinginthedirectionrequired,orhowcanImakeacquaintancewithyourbowels?\"
\"Mybowels?\"
\"Theabdomen,andthegreaterandlesserintestines.Well,nevermind,I
cangetatthemanotherway;giveyourheartaslap,so.That’syourliver.Andthat’syourdiaphragm.\"
Hislordshiphavingfoundtherequiredspot(somepeoplethatIknowcouldnot)andslappedit,theAberfordmadeacircularspringandlistenedeagerlyathisshoulder—blade;theresultofthisscientificpantomimeseemedtobesatisfactory,forheexclaimed,nottosaybawled:
\"Halo!hereisaviscountassoundasaroach!Now,younggentleman,\"
addedhe,\"yourorgansaresuperb,yetyouarereallyoutofsorts;itfollowsyouhavethemaladiesofidleminds,love,perhaps,amongtherest;youblush,adiagnosticofthatdisorder;makeyourmindeasy,cutaneousdisorders,suchaslove,etc.,shallneverkillapatientofminewithastomachlikeyours.So,nowtocureyou!\"Andawaywentthesphericaldoctor,withhishandsbehindhim,notupanddowntheroom,butslantingandtacking,likeaknightonachess—board.Hehadnotmademanystepsbefore,turninghisupperglobule,withoutaffectinghislower,hehurledback,inacoldbusiness—liketone,thefollowinginterrogatory:
\"Whatareyourvices?\"
\"Saunders,\"inquiredthepatient,\"whicharemyvices?\"
\"M’lord,lordshiphasn’tanyvices,\"repliedSaunders,withdull,matter—of—factsolemnity.
\"LadyBarbaramakesthesamecomplaint,\"thoughtLordIpsden.
\"ItseemsIhavenotanyvices,Dr.Aberford,\"saidhe,demurely.
\"Thatisbad;nothingtogetholdof.Whatinterestsyou,then?\"
\"Idon’tremember.\"
\"Whatamusesyou?\"
\"Iforget.\"
\"What!nowinninghorsetogallopawayyourrents?\"
\"No,sir!\"
\"Nooperagirltorunherfootandanklethroughyourpurse?\"
\"No,sir!andIthinktheiranklesarenotwhattheywere.\"
\"Stuff!justthesame,fromtheiranklesuptotheirears,anddownagaintotheirmorals;itisyoureyesthataresunkdeeperintoyourhead.
Hum!nohorses,novices,nodancers,noyacht;youconfoundone’snotionsofnobility,andIoughttoknowthem,forIhavetopatchthemallupabitjustbeforetheygotothedeuce.\"
\"ButIhave,DoctorAberford.\"
\"What!\"
\"Ayacht!andaclippersheis,too.\"
\"Ah!——(NowI’vegothim.)\"
\"IntheBayofBiscayshelayhalfapointnearerthewindthanLordHeavyjib.\"
\"Oh!botherLordHeavyjib,andhisBayofBiscay.\"
\"Withallmyheart,theyhaveoftenbotheredme.\"
\"SendherroundtoGrantonPier,intheFirthofForth.\"
\"Iwill,sir.\"
\"Andwritedownthisprescription.\"Andawayhewalkedagain,thinkingtheprescription.
\"Saunders,\"appealedhismaster.
\"Saundersbehanged.\"
\"Sir!\"saidSaunders,withdignity,\"Ithankyou.\"
\"Don’tthankme,thankyourowndeserts,\"repliedthemodernChesterfield.\"Obligemebywritingityourself,mylord,itisallthebodilyexerciseyouwillhavehadto—day,nodoubt.\"
Theyoungviscountbowed,seatedhimselfatadesk,andwrotefromdictation:
\"DR.ABERFORD’SPRESCRIPTION.
\"Makeacquaintancewithallthepeopleoflowestatewhohavetimetobebotheredwithyou;learntheirways,theirminds,and,aboveall,theirtroubles.\"
\"Won’tallthisboreme?\"suggestedthewriter.
\"Youwillsee.Relieveonefellow—creatureeveryday,andletMr.
Saundersbookthecircumstances.\"
\"Ishalllikethispart,\"saidthepatient,layingdownhispen.\"Howcleverofyoutothinkofsuchthings;maynotIdotwosometimes?\"
\"Certainlynot;onepillperday.Write,Fishtheherring!(thatbeatsdeer—stalking.)Runyournoseintoadventuresatsea;liveontenpence,andearnit.Isitdown?\"
\"Yes,itisdown,butSaunderswouldhavewrittenitbetter.\"
\"Ifhehadn’theoughttobehanged,\"saidtheAberford,inspectingthework.\"I’moff,where’smyhat?oh,there;where’smymoney?oh,here.
Nowlookhere,followmyprescription,andYouwillsoonhaveMenssanaincorporesano;Andnotcarewhetherthegirlssayyesorsayno;
neglectit,and——mygloves;oh,inmypocket——youwillbe_blase’_and_ennuye’,_and(anEnglishparticiple,thatmeanssomethingasbad);Godblessyou!\"
Andouthescuttled,glidedafterbySaunders,forwhomheopenedandshutthestreetdoor.
Neverwasagreatereffectproducedbyadoctor’svisit;patientandphysicianweremadeforeachother.Dr.AberfordwasthespecificforLordIpsden.Hecametohimlikeashowertoafaintingstrawberry.
Saunders,onhisreturn,foundhislordpacingtheapartment.
\"Saunders,\"saidhe,smartly,\"senddowntoGravesendandordertheyachttothisplace——whatisit?\"
\"GrantonPier.Yes,mylord.\"
\"And,Saunders,takeclothes,andbooks,andviolins,andtelescopes,andthings——andme——toEustonSquare,inanhour.\"
\"Impossible,’mylord,\"criedSaunders,indismay.\"Andthereisnotrainforhours.\"
Hismasterrepliedwithahundred—poundnote,andaquiet,butwickedishlook;andtheprinceofgentlemen’sgentlemanhadalltherequireditemswithhim,inaspecialtrain,withinthespecifiedtime,andawaytheyflashed,northward.
CHAPTERII.
ITissaidthatoppositecharactersmakeaunionhappiest;andperhapsLordIpsden,diffidentofhimself,feltthevaluetohimofacreaturesodifferentasLadyBarbaraSinclair;butthelady,forherpart,wasnotsodiffidentofherself,norwassheinsearchofheropposite.Onthecontrary,shewaswaitingpatientlytofindjustsuchamanasshewas,orfanciedherself,awoman.
Accustomedtomeasuremenbytheircharactersalone,andtotreatwithsublimecontempttheaccidentsofbirthandfortune,shehadbeenalittlestaggeredbytheassuranceofthisbutterflythathadproposedtosettleuponherhand——forlife.
Inaword,thebeautifulwriterofthefatalnotewashonestlyromantic,accordingtotheromanceof1848,andofgoodsociety;ofcourseshewasnotaffectedbyhairtumblingbackorplastereddownforward,andarollingeyewentnofurtherwithherthanasquintingone.
Herromancewasstern,notsickly.Shewasonthelookoutforironvirtues;shehadsworntobewooedwithgreatdeeds,orneverwon;onthissubjectshehadthoughtmuch,thoughnotenoughtoaskherselfwhethergreatdeedsarealwaystobegotat,howeverdisposedalovermaybe.
Nomatter;shekeptherselfinreserveforsomeearnestman,whowasnottocomeflatteringandfoolingtoher,butlookanotherwayanddoexploits.
ShelikedLordIpsden,hercousinonceremoved,butdespisedhimforbeingagreeable,handsome,clever,andnobody.
ShewasalsoalittlebittenwithwhatsheandotherscalledtheMiddleAges,infactwiththatpictureofthemwhichGrubStreet,imposingonthesimplicityofyouth,hadgotupforsalebyarrayingpaintedglass,giltrags,andfancy,againstfact.
Withthesevagueandsketchynoticeswearecompelledtopart,forthepresent,withLadyBarbara.Butitservesherright;shehasgonetoestablishhercourtinPerthshire,andleftherrejectedloveronourhands.
Journeysofafewhundredmilesarenolongerdescribed.
Youexchangeadeadchairforalivingchair,Saundersputsinyourhandanewtalelikethis;youmournthesuperstitionofbooksellers,whichstillinflictsuncutleavesuponhumanity,thoughtailorsdonotsendhomecoatswiththesleevesstitchedup,norchambermaidsputtravelersintoapple—piebedsaswellasdampsheets.Yourendandread,andareatEdinburgh,fatiguedmoreorless,butnotbythejourney.
LordIpsdenwas,therefore,sooninstalledbytheFirthside,fulloftheAberford.
Theyoungnoblemannotonlyveneratedthedoctor’ssagacity,buthalfadmiredhisbrusquerieandbustle;thingsofwhichhewashimselfneverguilty.
Asfortheprescription,thatwasaDelphicOracle.Worldscouldnothavetemptedhimtodeviatefromaletterinit.
Hewaitedwithimpatiencefortheyacht;and,meantime,itstruckhimthatthefirstpartoftheprescriptioncouldbeattackedatonce.
Itwastheafternoonofthedaysucceedinghisarrival.TheFifeshirehills,seenacrosstheFirthfromhiswindows,werebeginningtotaketheircharmingviolettinge,alightbreezeruffledthebluewaterintoasparklingsmile,theshorewastranquil,andtheseafullofnoiselesslife,withthecraftofallsizesglidinganddancingandcourtesyingontheirtracklessroads.
Theairwastepid,pureandsweetasheaven;thisbrightafternoon,Naturehadgrudgednothingthatcouldgivefreshlifeandhopetosuchdwellersindustandsmokeandviceasweretheretolookawhileonhercleanfaceanddrinkherhoneyedbreath.
Thisyounggentlemanwasnotinsensibletothebeautyofthescene.Hewasalittlelazybynature,andmadelazierbythemisfortuneofwealth,buthehadsensibilities;hewasanartistofgreatnaturaltalent;hadheonlybeenwithoutapenny,howhewouldhavehandledthebrush!Andthenhewasamightysailor;ifhehadsailedforbiscuitafewyears,howhewouldhavehandledaship!
Ashewas,hehadtheeyeofahawkforNature’sbeauties,andtheseaalwayscamebacktohimlikeafriendafteranabsence.
Thisscene,then,curledroundhisheartalittle,andhefeltthegoodphysicianwaswiserthanthetribethatgobythatname,andstrivetobuildhealthonthesandyfoundationofdrugs.
\"Saunders!doyouknowwhatDr.Aberfordmeansbythelowerclasses?\"
\"Perfectly,mylord.\"
\"Arethereanyabouthere?\"
\"Iamsorrytosaytheyareeverywhere,mylord.\"
\"Getmesome\"——_(cigarette)._
OutwentSaunders,withhisusualgraceful_empressement,_butaninternalshrugofhisshoulders.
Hewasabsentanhourandahalf;hethenreturnedwithadoubleexpressiononhisface——prideathissuccessindivingtotheverybottomofsociety,andcontemptofwhathehadfishedupthence.
Heapproachedhislordmysteriously,andsaid,_sottovoce,_butimpressively,\"Thisislowenough,mylord.\"Thenglidedback,andusheredin,withpolitedisdain,twolovelierwomenthanhehadeveropenedadoortointhewholecourseofhisperfumedexistence.
OntheirheadstheyworecapsofDutchorFlemishorigin,withabroadlaceborder,stiffenedandarchedovertheforehead,aboutthreeincheshigh,leavingthebrowandcheeksunencumbered.
Theyhadcottonjackets,brightredandyellow,mixedinpatterns,confinedatthewaistbytheapron—strings,butbobtailedbelowthewaist;shortwoolenpetticoats,withbroadverticalstripes,redandwhite,mostvividincolor;whiteworstedstockings,andneat,thoughhigh—quarteredshoes.Undertheirjacketstheyworeathickspottedcottonhandkerchief,aboutoneinchofwhichwasvisibleroundthelowerpartofthethroat.Oftheirpetticoats,theouteronewaskilted,orgathereduptowardthefront,andthesecond,ofthesamecolor,hungintheusualway.
Oftheseyoungwomen,onehadanolivecomplexion,withtheredbloodmantlingunderit,andblackhair,andgloriousblackeyebrows.
Theotherwasfair,withamassivebutshapelythroat,aswhiteasmilk;
glossybrownhair,theloosethreadsofwhichglitteredlikegold,andablueeye,which,beingcontrastedwithdarkeyebrowsandlashes,tooktheluminouseffectpeculiartothatrarebeauty.
Theirshortpetticoatsrevealedaneatankle,andalegwithanobleswell;forNature,whensheisinearnest,buildsbeautyontheideasofancientsculptorsandpoets,notofmodernpoetasters,who,withtheirairy—likesylphsandtheirsmoke—likeverses,fightforwantoffleshinwomanandwantoffactinpoetryasparallelbeauties.
_Theyare,_mylads.——_Continuez!_
Thesewomenhadagrandcorporealtrait;theyhadneverknownacorset!
sotheywerestraightasjavelins;theycouldlifttheirhandsabovetheirheads!——actually!TheirsupplepersonsmovedasNatureintended;
everygesturewasease,graceandfreedom.
Whatwiththeirownradiance,andthesnowycleanlinessandbrightnessoftheircostume,theycamelikemeteorsintotheapartment.
LordIpsden,risinggentlyfromhisseat,withthesamequietpolitenesswithwhichhewouldhavereceivedtwoprincesoftheblood,said,\"Howdoyoudo?\"andsmiledawelcome.
\"Fine!hoow’syoursel?\"answeredthedarklass,whosenamewasJeanCarnie,andwhosevoicewasnotsosweetasherface.
\"What’nlordareye?\"continuedshe;\"areyouajuke?Iwadlikefinetohaeacrackwi’ajuke.\"
Saunders,whoknewhimselfthecauseofthisquestion,replied,_sottovoce,_\"Hislordshipisaviscount.\"
\"Ididnaken’t,\"wasJean’sremark.\"Butithasabonnysoond.\"
\"Whatmairwouldyehae?\"saidthefairbeauty,whosenamewasChristieJohnstone.Then,appealingtohislordshipasthelikeliesttoknow,sheadded,\"Nobeelityisjistasoonditsel,I’mtauld.\"
Theviscount,findinghimselfexpectedtosaysomethingonatopichehadnotattendedmuchto,answereddryly:\"Wemustasktherepublicans,theyarethepeoplethatgivetheirmindstosuchsubjects.\"
\"Andyonman,\"askedJeanCarnie,\"ishealord,too?\"
\"Iamhislordship’sservant,\"repliedSaunders,gravely,notwithoutasecretmisgivingwhetherfatehadbeenjust.
\"Na!\"repliedshe,nottobeimposedupon,\"yearestatelierandprooderthanthisane.\"
\"Iwillexplain,\"saidhismaster.\"Saundersknowshisvalue;aservantlikeSaundersisrarerthananidleviscount.\"
\"Mylord,mylord!\"remonstratedSaunders,withashockedandmostdisclamatorytone.\"Rather!\"washisinwardreflection.
\"Jean,\"saidChristie,\"yehaemuckletolaern.Areyeforherrin’theday,vilecount?\"
\"No!areyouforthissortofthing?\"
Atthis,Saunders,withaworldof_empressement,_offeredtheCarniesomecakethatwasonthetable.
Shetookapiece,instantlyspatitoutintoherhand,andwithmoreenergythandelicacyflungitintothefire.
\"Augh!\"criedshe,\"justasugarandsautbutterthegither;buynaemairatyonshoep,vilecount.\"
\"Trythis,outofNature’sshop,\"laughedtheirentertainer;andheofferedthem,himself,somepeachesandthings.
\"Hech!amedi——cine!\"saidChristie.
\"Nature,mylad,\"saidMissCarnie,makingherivoryteethmeetintheirfirstnectarine,\"Ididnakenwhauryestoep,butyebeattheotherconfectioners,thatdivye.\"
Thefairlass,whohadwatchedtheviscountallthistimeasdemurelyasacatcream,nowapproachedhim.
Thisyoungwomanwasthethinker;hervoicewasalsorich,full,andmelodious,andhermannerveryengaging;itwashalfadvancing,halfretiring,noteasytoresistortodescribe.
\"Noo,\"saidshe,withaveryslightblushstealingacrossherface,\"yemaunletmecatecheezeye,wullye?\"
Thelasttwowordsweresaidinawaythatwouldhaveinducedabeartorevealhiswinterresidence.
Hesmiledassent.Saundersretiredtothedoor,and,excludingeveryshadeofcuriosityfromhisface,tookanattitude,halfmajesty,halfobsequiousness.
ChristiestoodbyLordIpsden,withonehandonherhip(theknucklesdownward),butgracefulasAntinous,andbegan.
\"Hoomuckleisthequeengreaterthany’are?\"
Hislordshipwasobligedtoreflect.
\"Letmesee——asisthemoontoawaxtaper,soishermajestythequeentoyouandme,andtherest.\"
\"An’whaurdoestheJuke*comein?\"
*Buceleuch.
\"Onthisparticularoccasion,theDuke**makesoneofus,myprettymaid.\"
**Wellington\"Isee!Arenayeawfu’proodo’beingalorrd?\"
\"Whatanidea!\"
\"Hislordshipdidnotgotobedaspinning—jenny,andriseupalord,likesomeofthem,\"putinSaunders.
\"Saunders,\"saidthepeer,doubtfully,\"eloquenceratherborespeople.\"
\"ThenImustn’tspeakagain,mylord,\"saidSaunders,respectfully.
\"Noo,\"saidthefairinquisitor,\"yeshalltellmehowyecametobelorrds,yourfaemily?\"
\"Saunders!\"
\"Na!yemannafleetoSandyforathing,yearenoabairn,areye?\"
Herewasadilemma,theSaunderspropknockedrudelyaway,andobligedtothinkforourselves.
ButSaunderswouldcometohisdistressedmaster’sassistance.Hefurtivelyconveyedtohimaplumpbook——thiswasSaunders’smanualoffaith;theauthorwasMr.Burke,notEdmund.
LordIpsdenranhastilyoverthepage,closedthebook,andsaid,\"Hereisthestory.
\"Fivehundredyearsago——\"
\"Listen,Jean,\"saidChristie;\"we’regauntogetaboenystory.’Fivehundre’yearsago,’\"addedshe,withinterestandawe.
\"Wasagreatbattle,\"resumedthenarrator,incheerfultones,asonelarkingwithhistory,\"betweenakingofEnglandandhisrebels.Hewasinthethickofthefight——\"
\"That’stheking,Jean,hewasinthethicko’t.\"
\"Myancestorkilledafellowwhowassneakingbehindhim,butthenextmomentaman—at—armspreparedathrustathismajesty,whohadhishandsfullwiththreeassailants.\"
\"Eh!that’snofair,\"saidChristie,\"assureasdeeth.\"
\"Myancestordashedforward,and,astheking’sswordpassedthroughoneofthem,hecloveanothertothewaistwithablow.\"
\"Weeldone!weeldone!\"
LordIpsdenlookedatthespeaker,hereyeswereglittering,andhercheekflushing.
\"GoodHeavens!\"thoughthe;\"shebelievesit!\"Sohebegantotakemorepainswithhislegend.
\"Butforthespearsman,\"continuedhe,\"hehadnothingbuthisbody;hegaveit,itwashisduty,andreceivedthedeathleveledathissovereign.\"
\"Hech!puirmon.\"Andtheglowingeyesbegantoglisten.
\"Thebattleflowedanotherway,andGodgavevictorytotheright;butthekingcamebacktolookforhim,foritwasnocommonservice.\"
\"Deedno!\"
HereLordIpsdenbegantoturnhiseyeinward,andcallupthescene.Heloweredhisvoice.
\"Theyfoundhimlyingonhisback,lookingdeathintheface.
\"Thenobles,bytheking’sside,uncoveredassoonashewasfound,fortheywerebravemen,too.Therewasamoment’ssilence;eyesmeteyes,andsaid,thisisastoutsoldier’slastbattle.
\"Thekingcouldnotbidhimlive.\"
\"Na!lad,KingDeethhasowerstrongagrrip.\"
\"Buthedidwhatkingscando,hegavehimtwoblowswithhisroyalsword.\"
\"Oh,therobber,andhimadeeingmon.\"
\"Twowordsfromhisroyalmouth,andheandwewereBaronsofIpsdenandHawthornGlenfromthatdaytothis.\"
\"Butthepuirdyingcreature?\"
\"Whatpoordyingcreature?\"
\"Yourforbear,lad.\"
\"Idon’tknowwhyyoucallhimpoor,madam;allthemenofthatdayaredust;theyarethegolddustwhodiedwithhonor.
\"Helookedround,uneasily,forhisson——forhehadbutone——andwhenthatsonknelt,unwounded,byhim,hesaid,’Goodnight,BaronIpsden;’
andsohedied,fireinhiseye,asmileonhislip,andhonoronhisnameforever.Imeanttotellyoualie,andI’vetoldyouthetruth.\"
\"Laddie,\"saidChristie,halfadmiringly,halfreproachfully,\"yegarthetearcomeinmyeen.Hech!lookatyonlassie!howcouldyouthinkt’eatplumsthroughsiccanabonnystory?\"
\"Hets,\"answeredJean,whohad,infact,clearedtheplate,\"Iayelistenbestwhenmyainmooth’sstappit.\"
\"Butsee,now,\"ponderedChristie,\"twawordsfraaking——thirtitlesarejustbreeth.\"
\"Ofcourse,\"wastheanswer.\"Alltitlesare.Whatispopularity?askAristidesandLamartine——thebreathofamob——smellsofitssource——andisgonebeforethesuncansetonit.NowtheroyalbreathdoessmelloftheRoseandCrown,andstaysbyusfromagetoage.\"
Thestoryhadwarmedourmarbleacquaintance.Saundersopenedhiseyes,andthought,\"WeshallwakeuptheHouseofLordssomeevening——_we_
shall.\"
Hislordshipthenadded,lesswarmly,lookingatthegirls:
\"IthinkIshouldliketobeafisherman.\"
Sosaying,mylordyawnedslightly.
Tothisaspirationtheyoungfishwivesdeignednoattention,doubting,perhaps,itssincerity;andChristie,withashadeofseverity,inquiredofhimhowhecametobeavilecount.
\"Abaron’sno’avilecount,I’msure,\"saidshe;\"saetellmehowyecametobeavilecount.\"
\"Ah!\"saidhe,\"thatisbynomeansaprettystoryliketheother;youwillnotlikeit,Iamsure.
\"Ay,willI——ay,willI;I’mayeseekingknoewledge.\"
\"Well,itissoontold.Oneofussattwentyyearsononeseat,inthesamehouse,soonedayhegotupa——viscount.\"
\"Owermucklepayforowerlittlewark.\"
\"Nowdon’tsaythat;Iwouldn’tdoittobeEmperorofRussia.\"
\"Aweel,Ihaegottenaheapouto’ye;saenoowI’llgang,sinceyearenoforherrin’;comeaway,Jean.\"
Atthistheirhostremonstrated,andinquiredwhyboresareatone’sservicenightandday,andbrightpeoplearealwaysinahurry;hewasinformedinreply,\"Laboristheloto’man.Divyenokenthatmuckle?
Andabunea’o’women.\"*
*Alocalidea,Isuspect.——C.R.
\"Why,whatcantwosuchprettycreatureshavetodoexcepttobeadmired?\"
Thisquestioncomingwithinthedarkbeauty’sscope,shehastenedtoreply.
\"Tosellourherrin’——wehaethreehundre’leftinthecreel.\"
\"Whatistheprice?\"
AtthisquestionthepoetrydiedoutofChristieJohnstone’sface,shegavehercompanionarapidlook,indiscerniblebymaleeye,andanswered:
\"Threeapenny,sirr;theyarenoplentytheday,\"addedshe,insmoothtonesthatcarriedconviction.
(Littleliar;theyweresellingsixapennyeverywhere.)
\"Saunders,buythemall,andbeeversolongaboutit;countthem,orsomenonsense.\"
\"He’sdaft!he’sdaft!Oh,yeken,Jean,anEnnglishmanandalorrd,twadaftthingsthegither,hecouldna’misstheroad.Coontthem,lassie.\"
\"Comeaway,Sandy,tillIcountthemtillye,\"saidJean.
SaundersandJeandisappeared.
Businessbeingoutofsight,curiosityrevived.
\"An’whatbringsyeherefromLondon,ifyeplease?\"recommencedthefairinquisitor.
\"Youhaveagoodcountenance;thereissomethinginyourface.Icouldfinditinmyhearttotellyou,butIshouldboreyou.\"
\"De’elafear!Boreme,boreme!wheat’sthaat,Iwonder?\"
\"Whatisyourname,madam?MineisIpsden.\"
\"Theyca’meChristieJohnstone.\"
\"Well,ChristieJohnstone,Iamunderthedoctor’shands.\"
\"Puirlad.What’sthetrouble?\"(solemnlyandtenderly.)
\"Ennui!\"(ratherpiteously.)
\"Yawn—we?Ineverheerdtello’t.\"
\"Oh,youluckygirl,\"burstouthe;\"butthedoctorhasundertakentocureme;inonethingyoucouldassistme,ifIamnotpresumingtoofaronourshortacquaintance.Iamtorelieveonepoordistressedpersoneveryday,butImustn’tdotwo.Isnotthatabore?\"
\"Gie’syourhand,gie’syourhand.I’mvexedforca’ingyoudaft.Hech!
whatasafthandyehae.Jean,I’msaying,comehere,feelthis.\"
Jean,whohadrunin,tooktheviscount’shandfromChristie.
\"Itneverwrouchtany,\"explainedJean.\"Andhehasbonnyhair,\"saidChristie,justtouchinghislocksontheotherside.
\"He’sabonnylad,\"saidJean,inspectinghimscientifically,andpointblank.
\"Ay,ishe,\"saidtheother.\"Aweel,there’sJessRutherford,awiddy,wi’fourbairns,yemeichtdowaurthanwareyoursilleronher.\"
\"Fivepoundstobegin?\"inquiredhislordship.
\"Fivepund!Areyemadeo’siller?Tenschell’n!\"
Saunderswasrungfor,andproducedaone—poundnote.
\"Theherrin’isfiveandsaxpence;it’sfourandsaxpenceI’mawinye,\"
saidtheyoungfishwife,\"andJesswillbeagladwomantheneicht.\"
Thesettlementwaseffected,andawaywentthetwofriends,saying:
\"Good—boye,vilecount.\"
Theirhostfellintothought.
\"WhenhaveItalkedsomuch?\"askedheofhimself.
\"Dr.Aberford,youareawonderfulman;Ilikeyourlowerclassesamazingly.\"
\"Me’fiezvous,MonsieurIpsden!\"shouldsomementorhavesaid.
AstheDevilputsintoabeginner’shandsace,queen,fivetrumps,togivehimatasteforwhist,sotheselowerclasseshaveperhapsputforwardoneoftheirbestcardstoleadyouintoafalseestimateofthestrengthoftheirhand.
Instead,however,ofthis,whoshouldreturn,todisturbtheequilibriumoftruth,butthisChristinaJohnstone?Shecamethoughtfullyin,andsaid:
\"I’vebeentakingathoucht,andthisisnowhatyongudephyseecianmeaned;yearenotoflingyourchaeritylikeabanetilladoeg;ye’llgangyourseltoJessRutherford;FluckerJohnstone,that’smybrother,willconvoyye.\"
\"Buthowisyourbrothertoknowme?\"
\"How?BecauseI’llgiehimasairsairhiding,ifheletsyegangby.\"
Thenshereturnedtheone—poundnote,afreshsettlementwaseffected,andshelefthim.Atthedoorshesaid:\"AndIammuckleobleegedtoyeforyourstoryandyourgoodness.\"
Whileutteringthesewords,shehalfkissedherhandtohim,withaloftyanddisengagedgesture,suchasonemightexpectfromaqueen,ifqueensdidnotwearstays;andwasgone.
Whenhislordship,afewminutesafter,saunteredoutforastroll,thefirstobjecthebeheldwasanexacthumansquare,ahandsomeboy,withabodyswelledoutapparentlytothesizeofaman’s,withblueflannel,andblueclothaboveit,leaningagainstawall,withhishandsinhispockets——astatuetteof_insouciance._
Thismarinepuff—ballwasFluckerJohnstone,agedfourteen.
Stainhissister’sfacewithdilutedwalnut—juice,astheymakethestagegypsyandRedIndian(twoanimalsimaginedbyactorstobeone),andyouhaveFlucker’sface.
Aslightmoraldistinctionremains,nottobesoeasilygotover,
Shewasthebestgirlintheplace,andheabaddishboy.
Hewas,however,assharpinhiswayasshewasintelligentinhers.
Thisyouthfulmarinerallowedhislordshiptopasshim,andtaketwentysteps,butwatchedhimallthetime,andcomparedhimwithadescriptionfurnishedhimbyhissister.
Hethenfollowed,andbroughthimto,ashecalledit.
\"Idaursayit’syouI’mtoconvoytoyonauldfaggitt!\"saidthisbaddishboy.
Ontheywent,Fluckerrollingandpitchingandyawingtokeepupwiththelordlygalley,forafisherman’snaturalwaddleistwomilesanhour.
AttheveryentranceofNewhaven,thenewpilotsuddenlysungout,\"Starboard!\"
Starboarditwas,andtheyascendedafilthy\"close,\"oralleytheymountedastaircasewhichwasoutofdoors,and,withoutknocking,FluckerintroducedhimselfintoJessRutherford’shouse.
\"Hereagentlemantospeaktillye,wife.\"
CHAPTERIII.
THEwidowwasweather—beatenandrough.Shesatmendinganoldnet.
\"Thegentleman’swelcome,\"saidshe;buttherewasnogratificationinhertone,andbutlittlesurprise.
Hislordshipthenexplainedthat,understandingtherewereworthypeopleindistress,hewasinhopeshemightbepermittedtoassistthem,andthatshemustblameaneighborofhersifhehadbrokeninuponhertooabruptlywiththisobject.Hethen,withablush,hintedattenshillings,whichhebeggedshewouldconsiderasmerelyaninstallment,untilhecouldlearntheprecisenatureofherembarrassments,andthebestwayofplacingmeansatherdisposal.
Thewidowheardallthiswithalacklustermind.
Formanyyearsherlifehadbeenunsuccessfullabor;ifanythinghadevercometoher,ithadalwaysbeenamisfortune;herincidentshadbeenthorns——herevents,daggers.
Shecouldnotrealizeahumanangelcomingtoherrelief,andshedidnotrealizeit,andsheworkedawayathernet.
Atthis,Flucker,towhomhislordship’sspeechappearedmonstrouslyweakandpointless,drewnigh,andgavethewidow,inherear,hisversion,namely,hissister’sembellished.Itwasbrieflythis:ThatthegentlemanwasadaftlordfromEngland,whohadcomewiththebankinhisbreeks,toremovepovertyfromScotland,beginningwithher.\"Saespeakloudaneuch,andye’llnowantsiller,\"washispolitecorollary.
Hislordshiprose,laidacardonachair,beggedhertomakeuseofhim,etcetera;hethen,recallingtheoracularprescription,said,\"Domethefavortoapplytomeforanylittlesumyouhaveausefor,and,inreturn,Iwillbegofyou(ifitdoesnotboreyoutoomuch)tomakemeacquaintedwithanylittletroublesyoumayhaveencounteredinthecourseofyourlife.\"
Hislordship,receivingnoanswer,wasabouttogo,afterbowingtoher,andsmilinggracefullyuponher.
Hishandwasonthelatch,whenJessRutherfordburstintoapassionoftears.
Heturnedwithsurprise.
\"My_troubles,_laddie,\"criedshe,tremblingallover.\"Thesunwadset,andrise,andsetagain,ereIcouldtellyea’thetroubleIhaecomethrough.
\"Oh,yeneednavexyourselfforanauldwife’stears;tearsareablessin’,lad,Ishallassureye.Mony’sthetimeIhaeprayedforthem,andcouldnahaethemSityedoon!sityedoon!I’llnoletyegangframydoortillIhaethankitye——butgiemetime,giemetime.Icannagreeta’thedaysoftheweek.\"
Flucker,_aetat._14,openedhiseyes,unabletoconnecttenshillingsandtears.
LordIpsdensatdown,andfeltverysorryforher.
Andshecriedatherease.
Ifonetouchofnaturemakethewholeworldkin,methinksthatsweetandwonderfulthing,sympathy,isnotlesspowerful.Whatfrozenbarriers,whaticeofcenturies,itcanmeltinamoment!
Hisbarementionofhertroubleshadsurprisedthewidowedwoman’sheart,andnowshelookedupandexaminedhiscountenance;itwassoondone.
Awoman,youngorold,highorlow,candiscernandappreciatesensibilityinaman’sface,atasingleglance.
Whatshesawtherewasenough.Shewassureofsympathy.Sherecalledherresolve,andthetaleofhersorrowsburstfromherlikeaflood.
Thentheoldfishwifetoldtheyoungaristocrathowshehadbornetwelvechildren,andburiedsixasbairns;howhermanwasalwaysunlucky;howamastfellonhim,anddisabledhimawholeseason;howtheycouldbutjustkeepthepotboilingbythedeep—seafishing,andhewasnotallowedtodredgeforoysters,becausehisfatherwasnotaNewhavenman.How,whentheherringfishingcame,tomakeallright,heneverhadanotherman’sluck;howhisboat’screwwoulddrawemptynets,andaboatalongsidehimwouldbegunwaledowninthewaterwiththefish.How,atlast,onemorning,the20thdayofNovember,hisboatcameintoNewhavenPierwithouthim,andwhenhewasinquiredfor,hiscrewsaid,\"Hehadstayedathome,likealazyloon,andnotsailedwiththemthenightbefore.\"Howshewasanxious,andhadallthepublichousessearched.
\"Forhetookadropnowandthen,naewonder,andhimayeintheweather.\"Poorthing!whenhewasalivesheusedtocallhimadrunkenscoundreltohisface.How,whenthetidewentdown,amadwife,whosehusbandhadbeendrownedtwentyyearsago,pointedoutsomethingunderthepierthattheresttookforsea—weedfloating——howitwasthehairofherman’shead,washedaboutbythewater,andhewasthere,drownedwithoutacryorastruggle,byhisenormousboots,thatkepthiminanuprightposition,thoughhewasdead;therehestood——dead——drownedbyslippingfromtheslipperypier,closetohiscomrades’hands,inadarkandgustynight;howherdaughtermarried,andwaswelltodo,andassistedher;howshefellintoarapiddecline,anddied,apictureofhealthtoinexperiencedeyes.Howshe,themother,sawandknew,andwatchedthetreacherousadvanceofdiseaseanddeath;howotherssaidgayly,\"Herdaughterwasbetter,\"andshewasobligedtosay,\"Yes.\"Howshehadworked,eighteenhoursaday,atmakingnets;how,whensheletouthernetstotheothermenattheherringfishing,theyalwayscheatedher,becausehermanwasgone.Howshehadmanytimeshadtochoosebetweenbegginghermealandgoingtobedwithoutit,but,thankHeaven!
shehadalwayschosenthelatter.
Shetoldhimofhunger,cold,andanguish.Asshespoketheybecamerealthingstohim;uptothatmomenttheyhadbeenthingsinastory—book.
Andasshespokesherockedherselffromsidetoside.
Indeed,shewasawoman\"acquaintedwithgrief.\"Shemighthavesaid,\"HereIandsorrowsit.Thisismythrone,bidkingscomeandbowtoit!\"
Herhearerfeltthis,andthereforethiswoman,poor,old,andugly,becamesacredinhiseye;itwaswithastrangesortofrespectthathetriedtoconsoleher.Hespoketoherintonesgentleandsweetasthesouthwindonasummerevening.
\"Madam,\"saidhe,\"letmebesohappyastobringyousomecomfort.ThesorrowsoftheheartIcannotheal;theyareforamightierhand;butapartofyourdistressappearstohavebeenpositiveneed;thatwecanatleastdisposeof,andIentreatyoutobelievethatfromthishourwantshallneverenterthatdooragain.Never!uponmyhonor!\"
TheScotchareicebergs,withvolcanoesunderneath;thawtheScotchice,whichisverycold,andyoushallgettotheScotchfire,warmerthananysunofItalyorSpain.
Hislordshiphadrisentogo.Theoldwifehadseemedabsorbedinherowngrief;shenowdriedhertears.
\"Bideye,sirr,\"saidshe,\"tillIthankye.\"
Soshebegantothankhim,rathercoldlyandstiffly.
\"Hesaysyearealord,\"saidshe;\"Idinnaken,an’Idinnacare;butye’reagentleman,Idaursay,andakindheartyehae.\"
Thenshebegantowarm.
\"Andye’llneverbeagrainthepoorerforthesilleryehaegienme;forhethatgivethtothepoorlendethtotheLord.\"
Thenshebegantoglow.
\"Butit’snoyoursiller;dinnathinkit——na,lad,na!Oh,fine!Ikenthere’smonyasupperforthebairnsandmeinyonbitsmetal;butI
cannafeelyoursillerasIfeelyourwinsomesmile——thedropinyouryoungeen——an’thesweetwordsyegiedme,inthesweetmusico’yourSootherntongue,Gudeblessye!\"(Wherewashericebythistime?)\"Gudeblessye!andIblessye!\"
Andshedidblesshim;andwhatablessingitwas;notamelodiousgenerality,likeastageparent’s,orpapa’sinadamsel’snovel.ItwaslikethesonofBarakonZophim.
Sheblessedhim,asonewhohadthepowerandtherighttoblessorcurse.
Shestoodonthehighgroundofherlowestate,andherafflictions——anddemandedoftheirCreatortoblessthefellow—creaturethathadcometoheraidandconsolation.
Thiswomanhadsufferedtothelimitsofendurance;yesterdayshehadsaid,\"SurelytheAlmightydoesna_see_mea’theseyears!\"
Sonowsheblessedhim,andherheart’sbloodseemedtogushintowords.
Sheblessedhimbylandandwater.
Sheknewmostmortalgriefs;forshehadfeltthem.
Shewarnedthemawayfromhimonebyone.
Sheknewthejoysoflife;forshehadfelttheirwant.
Shesummonedthemonebyonetohisside.
\"Andafairwindtoyourship,\"criedshe,\"andthestormsayetenmilestoleewardo’her.\"
Manyhappydays,\"an’weelspent,\"shewishedhim.
\"Hisloveshouldlovehimdearly,orabettertakeherplace.\"
\"Healthtohissidebyday;sleeptohispillowbynight.\"
Athousandgoodwishescame,likeatorrentoffire,fromherlips,withapowerthateclipsedhisdreamsofhumaneloquence;andthen,changinginamomentfromthethunderofaPythonesstothetendermusicofsomepoetessmother,sheended:
\"An’oh,myboenny,boennylad,mayyebewi’therichupontheairtha’
yourdays——ANDWI’THEPUIRINTHEWARLDTOCOME!\"
Hislordship’stonguerefusedhimthethinphrasesofsociety.
\"Farewellforthepresent,\"saidhe,andhewentquietlyaway.
Hepacedthoughtfullyhome.
Hehaddrunkafactwitheverysentence;andanideawitheveryfact.
Fortheknowledgewehaveneverrealizedisnotknowledgetous——onlyknowledge’sshadow.
Withthebanishedduke,henowbegantofeel,\"wearenotaloneunhappy.\"
Thisuniversalworldcontainsotherguesssorrowsthanyours,viscount——_scilicet_thanunvaryinghealth,unbrokenleisure,andincalculableincome.
Thenthiswoman’seloquence!blessme!hehadseenfolkmurmurpolitelyintheUpperHouse,anddroneorhammerawayattheSpeakerdownbelow,withmoreheatthanwarmth.
Hehadseenninehundredwildbeastsfedwithpepperedtongue,inamenageriecalled_L’Assemble’Nationale._
Hisearshadrungoftenenough,forthatmatter.Thistimehisheartbeat.
HehadbeenintheprincipalcourtsofEurope;knewwhatahandfulofgentlefolkscall\"theWorld\";hadexperiencedthehoneyedwordsofcourtiers,themistynothingsofdiplomatists,andtheinnocentprattleofmightykings.
Buthithertoheseemedtohaveundergonegibberishandjargon:
Gibberishandjargon——Political!
Gibberishandjargon——Social!
Gibberishandjargon——Theological!
Gibberishandjargon——Positive!
Peoplehadbeenprating——Jesshadspoken.
But,itistobeobserved,hewasunderthedoubleeffectofeloquenceandnovelty;and,sosituated,weoverratethings,youknow.
Thatnighthemadeaprovisionforthispoorwoman,incaseheshoulddiebeforenextweek.
\"Whoknows?\"saidhe,\"sheissuchanunluckywoman.\"Thenhewenttobed,andwhetherfromthewidow’sblessing,ortheairoftheplace,hesleptlikeaplowboy.
LeavingRichard,LordIpsden,toworkouttheAberfordproblem——torelievepoorpeople,oneortwoofwhom,liketheRutherford,weregrateful,therestactedittothelife——toreceivenowandthenavisitfromChristinaJohnstone,whoborrowedeverymortalbookinhishouse,whosoldhimfish,invariablycheatedhimbytheindelibleforceofhabit,andthenremorsefullyundidthebargain,withapeevishentreatythat\"hewouldnotbesogreen,fortherewasnodoingbusinesswithhim\"——tobefasteneduponbyFlucker,who,withadmirablesmoothnessandcunning,wormedhimselfintoacabin—boyonboardtheyacht,andman—at—armsashore.
Tocruiseinsearchofadventures,andmeetnothingbutdisappointments;
toacquireabrownertint,alighterstep,andajacket,ourstorymovesforawhiletowardhumblerpersonages.
CHAPTERIV.
JESSRUTHERFORD,widowofAlexanderJohnstone——forNewhavenwives,likegreatartists,changetheirconditionswithoutchangingtheirnames——wasknowninthetownonlyasadourwife,asouroldcarline.Whosefault?
Dowoodenfacesandirontonguestemptsorrowtoputoutitssnails’
horns?
Shehardlyspoketoanyone,oranyonetoher,butfourdaysafterthevisitwehavedescribedpeoplebegantobendlooksofsympathyonher,tostepoutoftheirwaytogiveherakindlygood—morrow;afterabit,fishandmealusedtobeplacedonhertablebyoneneighbororanother,whenshewasout,andsoon.Shewasatfirstbehindhandinrespondingtoallthis,butbydegreesshethawedtothosewhowerethawingtoher.Next,Saunderscalledonher,andshowedherasettlement,madeforherbenefit,oncertainlandsinLanarkshire.Shewasateaseforlife.
TheAlmightyhadseenheralltheseyears.
Buthowcameherneighborstomelt?
Becauseanoblemanhadvisitedher.
Notexactly,dearnovel—reader.
Thiswasit.
Thatsamenight,byabrightfirelightingupsnowywalls,burnishedcopper,gleamingcandlesticks,andadinner—tablefloor,satthemistressofthehouse,ChristieJohnstone,andherbrother,Flucker.
Shewithabook,hewithhisreflectionsoppositeher.
\"Lassie,haeyeonysillerpastye?\"
\"Ay,lad;an’Imeantokeepit!\"Thebaddishboyhadregisteredavowtothecontrary,andproceededtobleedhisflint(fortodoChristiejusticetheprocesswasnotverydissimilar).Fluckerhadaversatilegeniusformakingmoney;hehadmadeitinfortydifferentways,bylandandsea,tenpenceatatime.
\"Ihaegottenthelifeo’JessRutherfordtillye,\"saidhe.
\"Giestthen.\"
\"I’mseekinghalfacrownfor’t,\"saidhe.
Now,heknewheshouldnevergethalfacrown,buthealsoknewthatifheaskedashilling,heshouldbebeatendowntofourpence.
Sohalfacrownwashisfirstbode.
Theenemy,withangeratherheart,calledupahumoroussmile,andsaying,\"An’ye’llgetsaxpence,\"wentaboutsomehouseholdmatter;inreality,toletherproposalrankleinFlucker.
Fluckerlightedhispipeslowly,asonewhowouldnotdoasistertheinjusticetonoticesotrivialaproposition.
Hewaitedfreshovertures.
Theydidnotcome.
Christieresumedherbook.
Thenthebaddishboyfixedhiseyeonthefire,andsaidsoftlyandthoughtfullytothefire,\"Hech,whataheapo’troublesyonwomanhascomethrough.\"
Thisstrokeofartwasnotlost.Christielookedupfromherbook;
pretendedhehadspokentoher,gaveafictitiousyawn,andrenewedthenegotiationwiththeairofonedisposedtokilltime.
Shewasdyingforthestory.
Commercewastwicebrokenoffandrenewedbyeachpowerinturn.
Atlastthebargainwasstruckatfourteen—pence.
ThenFluckercameout,thehonestmerchant.
Hehadlistenedintently,withmercantileviews.
Hehadthewidow’ssorrowsalloffpat.
Hewasnotabitaffectedhimself,butbypurememoryherememberedwhereshehadbeenmostagitatedorovercome.
HegaveitChristie,wordforword,andeventhrewinwhatdramatistscall\"thebusiness,\"thus:
\"Hereyesuldgreet——\"
\"Hereye’llplayyourhandlikeageraffe.\"
\"Geraffe?That’sabeast,I’mthinking.\"
\"Na;it’sthethingonthehillthatmakessignals.\"
\"Telegraph,yefulishgoloshen!\"
\"Ooay,telegraph!Geraffe’ssunestsaidfora’.\"
ThusJessRutherford’slifecameintoChristieJohnstone’shands.
Shetoldittoaknotofnativesnextday;itlostnothing,forshewasawomanoffeeling,andbyintuitionanartistofthetongue.Shewasthebest_raconteur_inaplacewherethereareahundred,maleandfemale,whoattemptthatart.
Thenextdayshetolditagain,andtheninferiornarratorsgotholdofit,anditsooncirculatedthroughthetown.
AndthiswasthecauseofthesuddensympathywithJessRutherford.
Asourprigswouldsay:
\"Arthadadoptedhercauseandadornedhertale.\"
CHAPTERV.
THEfishingvillageofNewhavenisanuniqueplace;itisacolonythatretainsdistinctfeatures;thepeopleseldomintermarrywiththeirScotchneighbors.
SomesaythecolonyisDutch,someDanish,someFlemish.Thecharacterandcleanlinessoftheirfemalecostumepointsrathertothelatter.
Fish,likehorse—flesh,corruptsthemindandmanners.
Afteracertainage,theNewhavenfishwifeisalwaysablackguard,andugly;butamongtheyoungerspecimens,whohavenottradedtoomuch,orcomeintomuchcontactwithlargertowns,acharmingmodesty,orelseslyness(suchasnomancandistinguishfromit,soitanswerseverypurpose),istobefound,combinedwithraregraceandbeauty.
Itisaraceofwomenthatthenorthernsunpeachifiesinsteadofrosewoodizing.
OnSundaysthemajoritysacrificeappearancetofashion;theseturnoutrainbowsofsilk,satinandlace.Intheweektheywereallgrace,andnostays;nowtheyseemallstaysandnograce.Theyneverlooksoillaswhentheychangetheir\"costume\"for\"dress.\"
Themenaresmartfishermen,distinguishedfromtheotherfishermenoftheFirthchieflybytheir\"dredgingsong.\"
Thisoldsongismoneytothem;thus:
Dredgingispracticallyverystiffrowingfortenhours.
NowboththeNewhavenmenandtheirrivalsareagreedthatthissongliftsthemthroughmoreworkthanuntunedfishermencanmanage.
Ihaveheardthesong,andseentheworkdonetoit;andinclinetothinkithelpstheoar,notonlybykeepingthetimetrue,andthespiritalive,butalsobyitsfavorableactiononthelungs.Itissunginapeculiarway;thesoundis,asitwere,expelledfromthechestinasortofmusicalejaculations;andthelike,weknow,wasdonebytheancientgymnasts;andisdonebytheFrenchbakers,inliftingtheirenormousdough,andbyourpaviors.
Thesong,initself,doesnotcontainaboveseventystockverses,buttheseperenniallinesareanucleus,roundwhichthemenimprovisethetopicsoftheday,giving,Iknownotforwhatreason,thepreferencetosuchasvergeuponindelicacy.
Themenandwomenaremusicalandnarrative;threeoutoffourcansingasongortellastory,andtheyomitfewopportunities.
Malesandfemalessuckwhiskylikemilk,andarequarrelsomeinproportion.Themenfight(round—handed),thewomenfleichtorscold,intheformofateapot——thehandlefixedandthespoutsawingtheair.
Asingularcustomprevailshere.
Themaidenshaveonlyonesweetheartapiece!!!
Sothewholetownisinpairs.
ThecourtingisalldoneonSaturdaynight,bythelady’sfire.Itishardtokeepoutofagrooveinwhichallthetownisrunning;andtheJohnstonehadpossessed,asmereproperty——alad!
Shewassowealthythatfewofthemcouldpretendtoaspiretoher,sosheselectedforherchattelayoungmancalledWillyListon;ayouthofanunhappyturn——hecontributednothingtohilarity,hisfacewasakill—joy——nobodylikedhim;forthisfemalereasonChristiedistinguishedhim.
HefoundadivinesuppereverySaturdaynightinherhouse;heate,andsighed!Christiefedhim,andlaughedathim.
Fluckerditto.
Assheneitherfednorlaughedatanyotherman,sometwentywerebitterlyjealousofWillyListon,andthisgavetheblightedyouthacheerfulmomentortwo.
Butthebrightalliancereceivedachecksomemonthsbeforeourtale.
Christiewas_heluolibrorum!_andlikeotherswhohavethattaste,andcanonlygratifyitintheintervalofmanualexercise,shereadveryintenselyinherhoursofstudy.Abookabsorbedher.Shewaslikealeechontheseoccasions,_nonmissuracutem._EvenJeanCarnie,herco—adjutoror\"neebor,\"astheycallit,founditbesttokeepoutofherwaytillthebookwassucked.
OneSaturdaynightWillyListon’sevilstarordainedthatagentlemanofFrenchoriginandSpanishdress,calledGilBlas,shouldbetheJohnstone’scompanion.
WillyListonarrived.
Christie,whohadboltedthedoor,toldhimfromthewindow,civillyenough,butdecidedly,\"Shewouldexcusehiscompanythatnight.\"
\"Varaweel,\"saidWilly,anddeparted.
NextSaturday——noWillycame.
Dittothenext.Willywaswaitingthe_amende._
Christieforgottomakeit.
Onedayshewaspassingtheboats,Willybeckonedhermysteriously;heledhertohisboat,whichwascalled\"TheChristieJohnstone\";bytheboat’ssidewasapaintpotandbrush.
TheyhadnotsuppedtogetherforfiveSaturdays.
Ergo,Mr.Listonhadpaintedoutthefirstfourlettersof\"Christie,\"henowproceededtopaintoutthefifth,givinghertounderstand,that,ifsheallowedthewholenametogo,alettereveryblankSaturday,herimagewouldbegradually,buteffectually,obliteratedfromtheheartListonian.
MyreaderhasdonewhatListondidnot,anticipateheranswer.Sherecommendedhim,whilehishandwasin,topaintouttheentirename,and,withwhitepaintandasmallerbrush,tosubstitutesomeotherfemaleappellation.Sosaying,shetrippedoff.
Mr.Listononthiswasguiltyofthefollowinginconsistency;hepressedthepaintcarefullyoutofthebrushintothepot.Havingthuseconomizedhismaterial,hehurledthepotwhichcontainedhiseconomyat\"theJohnstone,\"hethenadjournedtothe\"Peacock,\"and\"awayatoncewithloveandreason.\"
Thenceforth,whenmenaskedwhowasChristieJohnstone’slad,theanswerusedtobe,\"She’sseekingane.\"_Quellehorreur!!_
Newhavendoesn’tknoweverything,butmyintelligentreadersuspects,and,ifconfirminghissuspicionscanreconcilehimtoourfacts,itwillsoonbedone.
ButhemustcomewithustoEdinburgh;it’sonlythreemiles.