"Will he buy it?"
"Yes, he buys it."
Again a little pause. Then--"What will become of the furniture and everything, papa?"
"That must be packed to go. The house I have taken is empty. We shall want all we have got."
Esther"s eye went round the room. Everything to be packed! She stood like a young general, surveying her battlefield.
"Then, papa, you never mean to come back to Seaforth again?"
The colonel sighed. "Yes, when I die, Esther. I wish my bones to be laid here."
He said no more. Having made his communications, he took up his book; his manner evidently saying to Esther that in what came next he had no particular share. But could it be that he was leaving it all to her inexperience? Was it to be her work, and depend on her wisdom?
"Papa, you said we were to move soon; do you wish me to arrange with Barker about it?"
"Yes, my dear, yes; tell her, and arrange with her. I wish to make the change as early as possible, before the weather becomes unfavourable; and I wish you to get to school immediately. It cannot be too soon, tell Barker."
So he was going to leave it all to her! On ordinary occasions he was wont to consider Esther a child still; now it was convenient to suppose her a woman. He did not put it so to himself; it is some men"s way.
Esther went slowly to the kitchen, and informed Barker of what was before her.
"An" it"s mor"n the middle of October," was the housekeeper"s comment.
"That"s very good time," said Esther.
"You"re right, Miss Esther, and so it is, if we was all ready this minute. All ain"t done when you are moved, Miss Esther; there"s the other house to settle; and it"ll take a good bit o" work before we get so far as to that."
"Papa wants us to be as quick as we can."
"We"ll be as quick as two pair o" hands is able for, I"ll warrant; but that ain"t as if we was a dozen. There"s every indiwiddle thing to put up, Miss Esther, from our chairs to our beds; and books, and china, and all I"ll go at the china fust of all, and to-day."
"And what can I do, Barker?"
"I don" know, Miss Esther. You hain"t no experience; and experience is somethin" you can"t buy in the shops--even if there was any shops here to speak of. But Christopher and me, we"ll manage it, I"ll warrant. The colonel"s quite right. This ain"t no place for you no longer. We"ll see and get moved as quick as we can, Miss Esther."
Without experience, however, it was found that Esther"s share of the next weeks of work was a very important one. She packed up the clothes and the books; and she did it "real uncommon," the housekeeper said; but that was the least part. She kept her father comfortable, letting none of the confusion and as little as possible of the dust come into the room where he was. She stood in the gap when Barker was in the thick of some job, and herself prepared her father"s soup or got his tea. Thoughtful, quiet, diligent, her head, young as it was, proved often a very useful help to Barker"s experience; and something about her smooth composure was a stay to the tired nerves of her subordinates. Though Christopher Bounder really had no nerves, yet he felt the influence I speak of.
"Ain"t our Miss Esther growed to be a stunner, though!" he remarked more than once.
"I"m sure I don"t rightly know what you mean, Christopher," his sister answered.
"Well, I tell you she"s an uncommon handsome young lady, Sarah. An" she has the real way with her; the real thing, she has."
"What do you mean by that?"
"I"ll wager a cuc.u.mber you can tell," said Christopher, shutting up his eyes slyly. "There ain"t no flesh and blood round in these parts like that;--no mor"n a cabbage ain"t like a camellia. An" _that_ don"t tell it. She"s that dainty and sweet as a camellia never was--not as ever I see; and she has that fine, soft way with her, that is like the touch of a feather, and yet ain"t soft neither if you come to go agin it. I tell you what, Sarah, that shows blood, that does," concluded Christopher with a competent air. "Our young lady, she"s the real thing. You and me, now, we couldn"t be like that if we was to die for it. That"s blood, that is."
"I don"t know," said the housekeeper. "She _is_ sweet, uncommon; and she is gentle enough, and she has a will of her own, too; but I don"t know--she didn"t use for to be just so."
""Cause she"s growin" up to years," said the gardener. "La, Sally, folks is like vegetables, uncommon; you must let "em drop their rough leaves, before you can see what they"re goin" to be."
"There warn"t never no rough leaves nor rough anything about Miss Esther. I can"t say as I knows what you mean, Christopher."
"A woman needn"t to know everything," responded her brother with superiority; "and the natural world, to be sure, ain"t your department, Sarah. You"re good for a great deal where you be."
CHAPTER XVIII.
_A NEIGHBOUR_.
The packing and sending off of boxes was ended at last; and the bare, empty, echoing, forlorn house seemed of itself to eject its inhabitants. When it came to that, everybody was ready to go. Mrs.
Barker lamented that she could not go on before the rest of the family, to prepare the place a bit for them; but that was impossible; they must all go together.
It was the middle of November when at last the family made their flitting. They had no dear friends to leave, and nothing particular to regret, except that one low mound in the churchyard; yet Esther felt sober as they drove away. The only tangible reason for this on which her thoughts could fix, was the fact that she was going away from the place where Pitt Dallas was at home, and to which he would come when he returned from England. She would then be afar off. Yet there would be nothing to hinder his coming to see them in their new home; so the feeling did not seem well justified. Besides that, Esther also had a somewhat vague sense that she was leaving the domain of childhood and entering upon the work and sphere of a woman. She was just going to school! But perhaps the time of confusion she had been pa.s.sing through might have revealed to her that she had already a woman"s life-work on her hands. And the confusion was not over, and the work only begun. She had perhaps a dim sense of this. However, she was young; and the soberness was certainly mixed with gladness. For was she not going to school, and so, on the way to do something of the work Pitt was doing, in mental furnishing and improvement? I think, gladness had the upper hand.
It took two days of stage travelling to get them to their destination.
They were days full of interest and novelty for Esther; eager antic.i.p.ation and hope; but the end of the second day found her well tired. Indeed, it was the case with them all. Mrs. Barker had lamented that she and Christopher were not allowed to go off some time before "the family," so as to have things in a certain degree of readiness for them; the colonel had said it was impossible: they could not be spared from Seaforth until the last minute. And now here they were "all in a heap," as Mrs Barker expressed it, "to be tumbled into the house at once." She begged that the colonel would stay the night over in the city, and give her at least a few hours to prepare for him. The colonel would not hear of it, however, but at once procured vehicles to take the whole party and their boxes out to the place that was to be their new home. It was then already evening; the short November day had closed in.
"He"s that simple," Mrs. Barker confided to her brother, "he expects to find a fire made and a room ready for him! It"s like all the gentlemen.
They never takes no a "Thinks the furniture "ll hop out o" the boxes, like, "count of how things is done, if it ain"t _their_ things." and stan" round," echoed Christopher. "I"m afeard they won"t be so obligin"."
The drive was somewhat slower in the dark than it would have been otherwise, and the stars were out and looking down brilliantly upon the little party as they finally dismounted at their door. The shadow of the house rising before them, a cool air from the river, the sparkling stars above, the vague darkness around; Esther never forgot that home-coming.
They had stopped at a neighbour"s house to get the key; and now, the front door being unlocked, made their way in, one after another. Esther was confronted first by a great packing-case in the narrow hall, which blocked up the way. Going carefully round this, which there was just room to do, she stumbled over a smaller box on the floor.
"Oh, papa, take care!" she cried to her father, who was following her; "the house is all full of things, and it is so dark. Oh, Barker, can"t you open the back door and let in a gleam of light?"
This was done, and also in due time a lantern was brought upon the scene. It revealed a state of things almost as hopeless as the world appeared to Noah"s dove the first time she was sent out of the ark. If there was rest for the soles of their feet, it was all that could be said. There was no promise of a place to sit down; and as for _lying_ down and getting their natural rest, the idea was Utopian.
"Now look here," said a voice suddenly out of the darkness outside: "you"re all f.a.gged out, ain"t ye? and there ain"t nothin" on arth ye kin du to-night; there"s no use o" your tryin". Jes" come over to my house and hev some supper. Ye must want it bad. Ben travellin" all day, ain"t ye? Jes" come over to me; I"ve got some hot supper for ye. Lands sakes! ye kin"t do nothin" here to-night. It _is_ a kind of a turn-up, ain"t it? La, a movin"s wuss"n a weddin", for puttin" everybody out."
The voice, sounding at first from the outside, had been gradually drawing nearer and nearer, till with the last words the speaker also entered the back room, where Esther and her father were standing. They were standing in the midst of packing-cases, of every size and shape, between which the shadows lay dark, while the faint lantern light just served to show the rough edges and angles of the boxes and the hopeless condition of things generally. It served also now to let the new-comer be dimly seen. Esther and her father, looking towards the door, perceived a stout little figure, with her two hands rolled up in her shawl, head bare, and with hair in neat order, for it glanced in the lantern shine as only smooth things can. The features of the face were not discernible.
"It"s the cunnel himself, ain"t it?" she said. "They said he was a tall man, and I see _this_ is a tall un. Is it the cunnel himself? I couldn"t somehow make out the name--I never kin; and I kin"t _see_ nothin", as the light is."
"At your service, madam," said the person addressed. "Colonel Gainsborough."
The visitor dropped a little dot of a curtsey, which seemed to Esther inexpressibly funny, and went on.
"Beg pardon for not knowin". Wall, cunnel, I"m sure you"re tired and hungry,--you and your darter, is it?--and I"ve got a hot supper for you over to my house. I allays think there"s nothin" like hevin" things hot,--cold comfort ain"t no comfort, for me,--and I"ve got everythin"
hot for you--hot and nice; and now, will you come over and eat it? You see, you kin"t do nothin" here to-night. I don"t see how ever you"re to sleep, in this world; there ain"t nothin" here but the floor and the boxes, and if you"ll take beds with me, I"m sure you"re welcome."
"I thank you, madam; you are very kind; but I do not think we need trouble you," the colonel said, with civil formality. Esther was amused, but also a little eager that her father should accept the invitation. What else would become of him? she thought. The prospect was desolation. Truly they had some cooked provisions; but that was only cold comfort, as their visitor had said; doubtful if the term could be applied at all.
"Now you"d jes" best come right over!" the fluent but kind voice said persuasively. "It"s all spilin" to be eat. An" what kin you do? There ain"t no fire here to warm you, and it"ll take a bit of a while before you kin get one; an" you"re all tired out. Jes" come over and hev a cup o" hot coffee, and get heartened up a bit, and then you"ll know what to do next. I allays think, one thing at a time."