"More depends on its abundance than on its colour."
"Abundances being equal, may I inquire your favourite colour?"
"Dark."
"I mean for women," she said, with the minutest fall of countenance, and a hope that she had been misunderstood.
"So do I," Knight replied.
It was impossible for any man not to know the colour of Elfride"s hair.
In women who wear it plainly such a feature may be overlooked by men not given to ocular intentness. But hers was always in the way. You saw her hair as far as you could see her s.e.x, and knew that it was the palest brown. She knew instantly that Knight, being perfectly aware of this, had an independent standard of admiration in the matter.
Elfride was thoroughly vexed. She could not but be struck with the honesty of his opinions, and the worst of it was, that the more they went against her, the more she respected them. And now, like a reckless gambler, she hazarded her last and best treasure. Her eyes: they were her all now.
"What coloured eyes do you like best, Mr. Knight?" she said slowly.
"Honestly, or as a compliment?"
"Of course honestly; I don"t want anybody"s compliment!"
And yet Elfride knew otherwise: that a compliment or word of approval from that man then would have been like a well to a famished Arab.
"I prefer hazel," he said serenely.
She had played and lost again.
Chapter XIX
"Love was in the next degree."
Knight had none of those light familiarities of speech which, by judicious touches of epigrammatic flattery, obliterate a woman"s recollection of the speaker"s abstract opinions. So no more was said by either on the subject of hair, eyes, or development. Elfride"s mind had been impregnated with sentiments of her own smallness to an uncomfortable degree of distinctness, and her discomfort was visible in her face. The whole tendency of the conversation latterly had been to quietly but surely disparage her; and she was fain to take Stephen into favour in self-defence. He would not have been so unloving, she said, as to admire an idiosyncrasy and features different from her own. True, Stephen had declared he loved her: Mr. Knight had never done anything of the sort. Somehow this did not mend matters, and the sensation of her smallness in Knight"s eyes still remained. Had the position been reversed--had Stephen loved her in spite of a differing taste, and had Knight been indifferent in spite of her resemblance to his ideal, it would have engendered far happier thoughts. As matters stood, Stephen"s admiration might have its root in a blindness the result of pa.s.sion.
Perhaps any keen man"s judgment was condemnatory of her.
During the remainder of Sat.u.r.day they were more or less thrown with their seniors, and no conversation arose which was exclusively their own. When Elfride was in bed that night her thoughts recurred to the same subject. At one moment she insisted that it was ill-natured of him to speak so decisively as he had done; the next, that it was sterling honesty.
"Ah, what a poor n.o.body I am!" she said, sighing. "People like him, who go about the great world, don"t care in the least what I am like either in mood or feature."
Perhaps a man who has got thoroughly into a woman"s mind in this manner, is half way to her heart; the distance between those two stations is proverbially short.
"And are you really going away this week?" said Mrs. Swancourt to Knight on the following evening, which was Sunday.
They were all leisurely climbing the hill to the church, where a last service was now to be held at the rather exceptional time of evening instead of in the afternoon, previous to the demolition of the ruinous portions.
"I am intending to cross to Cork from Bristol," returned Knight; "and then I go on to Dublin."
"Return this way, and stay a little longer with us," said the vicar. "A week is nothing. We have hardly been able to realize your presence yet.
I remember a story which----"
The vicar suddenly stopped. He had forgotten it was Sunday, and would probably have gone on in his week-day mode of thought had not a turn in the breeze blown the skirt of his college gown within the range of his vision, and so reminded him. He at once diverted the current of his narrative with the dexterity the occasion demanded.
"The story of the Levite who journeyed to Bethlehem-judah, from which I took my text the Sunday before last, is quite to the point," he continued, with the p.r.o.nunciation of a man who, far from having intended to tell a week-day story a moment earlier, had thought of nothing but Sabbath matters for several weeks. "What did he gain after all by his restlessness? Had he remained in the city of the Jebusites, and not been so anxious for Gibeah, none of his troubles would have arisen."
"But he had wasted five days already," said Knight, closing his eyes to the vicar"s commendable diversion. "His fault lay in beginning the tarrying system originally."
"True, true; my ill.u.s.tration fails."
"But not the hospitality which prompted the story."
"So you are to come just the same," urged Mrs. Swancourt, for she had seen an almost imperceptible fall of countenance in her stepdaughter at Knight"s announcement.
Knight half promised to call on his return journey; but the uncertainty with which he spoke was quite enough to fill Elfride with a regretful interest in all he did during the few remaining hours. The curate having already officiated twice that day in the two churches, Mr. Swancourt had undertaken the whole of the evening service, and Knight read the lessons for him. The sun streamed across from the dilapidated west window, and lighted all the a.s.sembled worshippers with a golden glow, Knight as he read being illuminated by the same mellow l.u.s.tre. Elfride at the organ regarded him with a throbbing sadness of mood which was fed by a sense of being far removed from his sphere. As he went deliberately through the chapter appointed--a portion of the history of Elijah--and ascended that magnificent climax of the wind, the earthquake, the fire, and the still small voice, his deep tones echoed past with such apparent disregard of her existence, that his presence inspired her with a forlorn sense of unapproachableness, which his absence would hardly have been able to cause.
At the same time, turning her face for a moment to catch the glory of the dying sun as it fell on his form, her eyes were arrested by the shape and aspect of a woman in the west gallery. It was the bleak barren countenance of the widow Jethway, whom Elfride had not seen much of since the morning of her return with Stephen Smith. Possessing the smallest of competencies, this unhappy woman appeared to spend her life in journeyings between Endelstow Churchyard and that of a village near Southampton, where her father and mother were laid.
She had not attended the service here for a considerable time, and she now seemed to have a reason for her choice of seat. From the gallery window the tomb of her son was plainly visible--standing as the nearest object in a prospect which was closed outwardly by the changeless horizon of the sea.
The streaming rays, too, flooded her face, now bent towards Elfride with a hard and bitter expression that the solemnity of the place raised to a tragic dignity it did not intrinsically possess. The girl resumed her normal att.i.tude with an added disquiet.
Elfride"s emotion was c.u.mulative, and after a while would a.s.sert itself on a sudden. A slight touch was enough to set it free--a poem, a sunset, a cunningly contrived chord of music, a vague imagining, being the usual accidents of its exhibition. The longing for Knight"s respect, which was leading up to an incipient yearning for his love, made the present conjuncture a sufficient one. Whilst kneeling down previous to leaving, when the sunny streaks had gone upward to the roof, and the lower part of the church was in soft shadow, she could not help thinking of Coleridge"s morbid poem "The Three Graves," and shuddering as she wondered if Mrs. Jethway were cursing her, she wept as if her heart would break.
They came out of church just as the sun went down, leaving the landscape like a platform from which an eloquent speaker has retired, and nothing remains for the audience to do but to rise and go home. Mr. and Mrs.
Swancourt went off in the carriage, Knight and Elfride preferring to walk, as the skilful old matchmaker had imagined. They descended the hill together.
"I liked your reading, Mr. Knight," Elfride presently found herself saying. "You read better than papa."
"I will praise anybody that will praise me. You played excellently, Miss Swancourt, and very correctly."
"Correctly--yes."
"It must be a great pleasure to you to take an active part in the service."
"I want to be able to play with more feeling. But I have not a good selection of music, sacred or secular. I wish I had a nice little music-library--well chosen, and that the only new pieces sent me were those of genuine merit."
"I am glad to hear such a wish from you. It is extraordinary how many women have no honest love of music as an end and not as a means, even leaving out those who have nothing in them. They mostly like it for its accessories. I have never met a woman who loves music as do ten or a dozen men I know."
"How would you draw the line between women with something and women with nothing in them?"
"Well," said Knight, reflecting a moment, "I mean by nothing in them those who don"t care about anything solid. This is an instance: I knew a man who had a young friend in whom he was much interested; in fact, they were going to be married. She was seemingly poetical, and he offered her a choice of two editions of the British poets, which she pretended to want badly. He said, "Which of them would you like best for me to send?"
She said, "A pair of the prettiest earrings in Bond Street, if you don"t mind, would be nicer than either." Now I call her a girl with not much in her but vanity; and so do you, I daresay."
"Oh yes," replied Elfride with an effort.
Happening to catch a glimpse of her face as she was speaking, and noticing that her attempt at heartiness was a miserable failure, he appeared to have misgivings.
"You, Miss Swancourt, would not, under such circ.u.mstances, have preferred the nicknacks?"