Bartle had become so excited and angry in the course of his invective that he had forgotten his supper, and only used the knife for the purpose of rapping the table with the haft. But towards the close, the raps became so sharp and frequent, and his voice so quarrelsome, that Vixen felt it inc.u.mbent on her to jump out of the hamper and bark vaguely.
"Quiet, Vixen!" snarled Bartle, turning round upon her. "You"re like the rest o" the women--always putting in your word before you know why."
Vixen returned to her hamper again in humiliation, and her master continued his supper in a silence which Adam did not choose to interrupt; he knew the old man would be in a better humour when he had had his supper and lighted his pipe. Adam was used to hear him talk in this way, but had never learned so much of Bartle"s past life as to know whether his view of married comfort was founded on experience. On that point Bartle was mute, and it was even a secret where he had lived previous to the twenty years in which happily for the peasants and artisans of this neighbourhood he had been settled among them as their only schoolmaster. If anything like a question was ventured on this subject, Bartle always replied, "Oh, I"ve seen many places--I"ve been a deal in the south," and the Loamshire men would as soon have thought of asking for a particular town or village in Africa as in "the south."
"Now then, my boy," said Bartle, at last, when he had poured out his second mug of ale and lighted his pipe, "now then, we"ll have a little talk. But tell me first, have you heard any particular news to-day?"
"No," said Adam, "not as I remember."
"Ah, they"ll keep it close, they"ll keep it close, I daresay. But I found it out by chance; and it"s news that may concern you, Adam, else I"m a man that don"t know a superficial square foot from a solid."
Here Bartle gave a series of fierce and rapid puffs, looking earnestly the while at Adam. Your impatient loquacious man has never any notion of keeping his pipe alight by gentle measured puffs; he is always letting it go nearly out, and then punishing it for that negligence. At last he said, "Satch.e.l.l"s got a paralytic stroke. I found it out from the lad they sent to Treddleston for the doctor, before seven o"clock this morning. He"s a good way beyond sixty, you know; it"s much if he gets over it."
"Well," said Adam, "I daresay there"d be more rejoicing than sorrow in the parish at his being laid up. He"s been a selfish, tale-bearing, mischievous fellow; but, after all, there"s n.o.body he"s done so much harm to as to th" old squire. Though it"s the squire himself as is to blame--making a stupid fellow like that a sort o" man-of-all-work, just to save th" expense of having a proper steward to look after th" estate. And he"s lost more by ill management o" the woods, I"ll be bound, than "ud pay for two stewards. If he"s laid on the shelf, it"s to be hoped he"ll make way for a better man, but I don"t see how it"s like to make any difference to me."
"But I see it, but I see it," said Bartle, "and others besides me. The captain"s coming of age now--you know that as well as I do--and it"s to be expected he"ll have a little more voice in things. And I know, and you know too, what "ud be the captain"s wish about the woods, if there was a fair opportunity for making a change. He"s said in plenty of people"s hearing that he"d make you manager of the woods to-morrow, if he"d the power. Why, Carroll, Mr. Irwine"s butler, heard him say so to the parson not many days ago. Carroll looked in when we were smoking our pipes o" Sat.u.r.day night at Ca.s.son"s, and he told us about it; and whenever anybody says a good word for you, the parson"s ready to back it, that I"ll answer for. It was pretty well talked over, I can tell you, at Ca.s.son"s, and one and another had their fling at you; for if donkeys set to work to sing, you"re pretty sure what the tune"ll be."
"Why, did they talk it over before Mr. Burge?" said Adam; "or wasn"t he there o" Sat.u.r.day?"
"Oh, he went away before Carroll came; and Ca.s.son--he"s always for setting other folks right, you know--would have it Burge was the man to have the management of the woods. "A substantial man," says he, "with pretty near sixty years" experience o" timber: it "ud be all very well for Adam Bede to act under him, but it isn"t to be supposed the squire "ud appoint a young fellow like Adam, when there"s his elders and betters at hand!" But I said, "That"s a pretty notion o" yours, Ca.s.son. Why, Burge is the man to buy timber; would you put the woods into his hands and let him make his own bargains? I think you don"t leave your customers to score their own drink, do you? And as for age, what that"s worth depends on the quality o" the liquor. It"s pretty well known who"s the backbone of Jonathan Burge"s business.""
"I thank you for your good word, Mr. Ma.s.sey," said Adam. "But, for all that, Ca.s.son was partly i" the right for once. There"s not much likelihood that th" old squire "ud ever consent t" employ me. I offended him about two years ago, and he"s never forgiven me."
"Why, how was that? You never told me about it," said Bartle.
"Oh, it was a bit o" nonsense. I"d made a frame for a screen for Miss Lyddy--she"s allays making something with her worsted-work, you know--and she"d given me particular orders about this screen, and there was as much talking and measuring as if we"d been planning a house. However, it was a nice bit o" work, and I liked doing it for her. But, you know, those little friggling things take a deal o" time. I only worked at it in overhours--often late at night--and I had to go to Treddleston over an" over again about little bits o" bra.s.s nails and such gear; and I turned the little k.n.o.bs and the legs, and carved th" open work, after a pattern, as nice as could be. And I was uncommon pleased with it when it was done. And when I took it home, Miss Lyddy sent for me to bring it into her drawing-room, so as she might give me directions about fastening on the work--very fine needlework, Jacob and Rachel a-kissing one another among the sheep, like a picture--and th" old squire was sitting there, for he mostly sits with her. Well, she was mighty pleased with the screen, and then she wanted to know what pay she was to give me. I didn"t speak at random--you know it"s not my way; I"d calculated pretty close, though I hadn"t made out a bill, and I said, "One pound thirty." That was paying for the mater"als and paying me, but none too much, for my work. Th" old squire looked up at this, and peered in his way at the screen, and said, "One pound thirteen for a gimcrack like that! Lydia, my dear, if you must spend money on these things, why don"t you get them at Rosseter, instead of paying double price for clumsy work here? Such things are not work for a carpenter like Adam. Give him a guinea, and no more." Well, Miss Lyddy, I reckon, believed what he told her, and she"s not overfond o" parting with the money herself--she"s not a bad woman at bottom, but she"s been brought up under his thumb; so she began fidgeting with her purse, and turned as red as her ribbon. But I made a bow, and said, "No, thank you, madam; I"ll make you a present o" the screen, if you please. I"ve charged the regular price for my work, and I know it"s done well; and I know, begging His Honour"s pardon, that you couldn"t get such a screen at Rosseter under two guineas. I"m willing to give you my work--it"s been done in my own time, and n.o.body"s got anything to do with it but me; but if I"m paid, I can"t take a smaller price than I asked, because that "ud be like saying I"d asked more than was just. With your leave, madam, I"ll bid you good-morning." I made my bow and went out before she"d time to say any more, for she stood with the purse in her hand, looking almost foolish. I didn"t mean to be disrespectful, and I spoke as polite as I could; but I can give in to no man, if he wants to make it out as I"m trying to overreach him. And in the evening the footman brought me the one pound thirteen wrapped in paper. But since then I"ve seen pretty clear as th" old squire can"t abide me."
"That"s likely enough, that"s likely enough," said Bartle meditatively. "The only way to bring him round would be to show him what was for his own interest, and that the captain may do--that the captain may do."
"Nay, I don"t know," said Adam; "the squire"s "cute enough but it takes something else besides "cuteness to make folks see what"ll be their interest in the long run. It takes some conscience and belief in right and wrong, I see that pretty clear. You"d hardly ever bring round th" old squire to believe he"d gain as much in a straightfor"ard way as by tricks and turns. And, besides, I"ve not much mind to work under him: I don"t want to quarrel with any gentleman, more particular an old gentleman turned eighty, and I know we couldn"t agree long. If the captain was master o" th" estate, it "ud be different: he"s got a conscience and a will to do right, and I"d sooner work for him nor for any man living."
"Well, well, my boy, if good luck knocks at your door, don"t you put your head out at window and tell it to be gone about its business, that"s all. You must learn to deal with odd and even in life, as well as in figures. I tell you now, as I told you ten years ago, when you pommelled young Mike Holdsworth for wanting to pa.s.s a bad shilling before you knew whether he was in jest or earnest--you"re overhasty and proud, and apt to set your teeth against folks that don"t square to your notions. It"s no harm for me to be a bit fiery and stiff-backed--I"m an old schoolmaster, and shall never want to get on to a higher perch. But where"s the use of all the time I"ve spent in teaching you writing and mapping and mensuration, if you"re not to get for"ard in the world and show folks there"s some advantage in having a head on your shoulders, instead of a turnip? Do you mean to go on turning up your nose at every opportunity because it"s got a bit of a smell about it that n.o.body finds out but yourself? It"s as foolish as that notion o" yours that a wife is to make a working-man comfortable. Stuff and nonsense! Stuff and nonsense! Leave that to fools that never got beyond a sum in simple addition. Simple addition enough! Add one fool to another fool, and in six years" time six fools more--they"re all of the same denomination, big and little"s nothing to do with the sum!"
During this rather heated exhortation to coolness and discretion the pipe had gone out, and Bartle gave the climax to his speech by striking a light furiously, after which he puffed with fierce resolution, fixing his eye still on Adam, who was trying not to laugh.
"There"s a good deal o" sense in what you say, Mr. Ma.s.sey," Adam began, as soon as he felt quite serious, "as there always is. But you"ll give in that it"s no business o" mine to be building on chances that may never happen. What I"ve got to do is to work as well as I can with the tools and mater"als I"ve got in my hands. If a good chance comes to me, I"ll think o" what you"ve been saying; but till then, I"ve got nothing to do but to trust to my own hands and my own head-piece. I"m turning over a little plan for Seth and me to go into the cabinet-making a bit by ourselves, and win a extra pound or two in that way. But it"s getting late now--it"ll be pretty near eleven before I"m at home, and Mother may happen to lie awake; she"s more fidgety nor usual now. So I"ll bid you good-night."
"Well, well, we"ll go to the gate with you--it"s a fine night," said Bartle, taking up his stick. Vixen was at once on her legs, and without further words the three walked out into the starlight, by the side of Bartle"s potato-beds, to the little gate.
"Come to the music o" Friday night, if you can, my boy," said the old man, as he closed the gate after Adam and leaned against it.
"Aye, aye," said Adam, striding along towards the streak of pale road. He was the only object moving on the wide common. The two grey donkeys, just visible in front of the gorse bushes, stood as still as limestone images--as still as the grey-thatched roof of the mud cottage a little farther on. Bartle kept his eye on the moving figure till it pa.s.sed into the darkness, while Vixen, in a state of divided affection, had twice run back to the house to bestow a parenthetic lick on her puppies.
"Aye, aye," muttered the schoolmaster, as Adam disappeared, "there you go, stalking along--stalking along; but you wouldn"t have been what you are if you hadn"t had a bit of old lame Bartle inside you. The strongest calf must have something to suck at. There"s plenty of these big, lumbering fellows "ud never have known their A B C if it hadn"t been for Bartle Ma.s.sey. Well, well, Vixen, you foolish wench, what is it, what is it? I must go in, must I? Aye, aye, I"m never to have a will o" my own any more. And those pups--what do you think I"m to do with "em, when they"re twice as big as you? For I"m pretty sure the father was that hulking bull-terrier of Will Baker"s--wasn"t he now, eh, you sly hussy?"
(Here Vixen tucked her tail between her legs and ran forward into the house. Subjects are sometimes broached which a well-bred female will ignore.) "But where"s the use of talking to a woman with babbies?" continued Bartle. "She"s got no conscience--no conscience; it"s all run to milk."
Book Three.
Chapter XXII.
Going to the Birthday Feast.
THE thirtieth of July was come, and it was one of those half-dozen warm days which sometimes occur in the middle of a rainy English summer. No rain had fallen for the last three or four days, and the weather was perfect for that time of the year: there was less dust than usual on the dark-green hedge-rows and on the wild camomile that starred the roadside, yet the gra.s.s was dry enough for the little children to roll on it, and there was no cloud but a long dash of light, downy ripple, high, high up in the far-off blue sky. Perfect weather for an outdoor July merry-making, yet surely not the best time of year to be born in. Nature seems to make a hot pause just then: all the loveliest flowers are gone; the sweet time of early growth and vague hopes is past; and yet the time of harvest and ingathering is not come, and we tremble at the possible storms that may ruin the precious fruit in the moment of its ripeness. The woods are all one dark monotonous green; the waggon-loads of hay no longer creep along the lanes, scattering their sweet-smelling fragments on the blackberry branches; the pastures are often a little tanned, yet the corn has not got its last splendour of red and gold; the lambs and calves have lost all traces of their innocent frisky prettiness, and have become stupid young sheep and cows. But it is a time of leisure on the farm--that pause between hay-and corn-harvest, and so the farmers and labourers in Hayslope and Broxton thought the captain did well to come of age just then, when they could give their undivided minds to the flavour of the great cask of ale which had been brewed the autumn after "the heir" was born, and was to be tapped on his twenty-first birthday. The air had been merry with the ringing of church-bells very early this morning, and every one had made haste to get through the needful work before twelve, when it would be time to think of getting ready to go to the Chase.
The midday sun was streaming into Hetty"s bedchamber, and there was no blind to temper the heat with which it fell on her head as she looked at herself in the old specked gla.s.s. Still, that was the only gla.s.s she had in which she could see her neck and arms, for the small hanging gla.s.s she had fetched out of the next room--the room that had been Dinah"s--would show her nothing below her little chin; and that beautiful bit of neck where the roundness of her cheek melted into another roundness shadowed by dark delicate curls. And to-day she thought more than usual about her neck and arms; for at the dance this evening she was not to wear any neckerchief, and she had been busy yesterday with her spotted pink-and-white frock, that she might make the sleeves either long or short at will. She was dressed now just as she was to be in the evening, with a tucker made of "real" lace, which her aunt had lent her for this unparalleled occasion, but with no ornaments besides; she had even taken out her small round ear-rings which she wore every day. But there was something more to be done, apparently, before she put on her neckerchief and long sleeves, which she was to wear in the day-time, for now she unlocked the drawer that held her private treasures. It is more than a month since we saw her unlock that drawer before, and now it holds new treasures, so much more precious than the old ones that these are thrust into the corner. Hetty would not care to put the large coloured gla.s.s ear-rings into her ears now; for see! she has got a beautiful pair of gold and pearls and garnet, lying snugly in a pretty little box lined with white satin. Oh, the delight of taking out that little box and looking at the ear-rings! Do not reason about it, my philosphical reader, and say that Hetty, being very pretty, must have known that it did not signify whether she had on any ornaments or not; and that, moreover, to look at ear-rings which she could not possibly wear out of her bedroom could hardly be a satisfaction, the essence of vanity being a reference to the impressions produced on others; you will never understand women"s natures if you are so excessively rational. Try rather to divest yourself of all your rational prejudices, as much as if you were studying the psychology of a canary bird, and only watch the movements of this pretty round creature as she turns her head on one side with an unconscious smile at the ear-rings nestled in the little box. Ah, you think, it is for the sake of the person who has given them to her, and her thoughts are gone back now to the moment when they were put into her hands. No; else why should she have cared to have ear-rings rather than anything else? And I know that she had longed for ear-rings from among all the ornaments she could imagine.
"Little, little ears!" Arthur had said, pretending to pinch them one evening, as Hetty sat beside him on the gra.s.s without her hat. "I wish I had some pretty ear-rings!" she said in a moment, almost before she knew what she was saying--the wish lay so close to her lips, it WOULD flutter past them at the slightest breath. And the next day--it was only last week--Arthur had ridden over to Rosseter on purpose to buy them. That little wish so naively uttered seemed to him the prettiest bit of childishness; he had never heard anything like it before; and he had wrapped the box up in a great many covers, that he might see Hetty unwrapping it with growing curiosity, till at last her eyes flashed back their new delight into his.
No, she was not thinking most of the giver when she smiled at the ear-rings, for now she is taking them out of the box, not to press them to her lips, but to fasten them in her ears--only for one moment, to see how pretty they look, as she peeps at them in the gla.s.s against the wall, with first one position of the head and then another, like a listening bird. It is impossible to be wise on the subject of ear-rings as one looks at her; what should those delicate pearls and crystals be made for, if not for such ears? One cannot even find fault with the tiny round hole which they leave when they are taken out; perhaps water-nixies, and such lovely things without souls, have these little round holes in their ears by nature, ready to hang jewels in. And Hetty must be one of them: it is too painful to think that she is a woman, with a woman"s destiny before her--a woman spinning in young ignorance a light web of folly and vain hopes which may one day close round her and press upon her, a rancorous poisoned garment, changing all at once her fluttering, trivial b.u.t.terfly sensations into a life of deep human anguish.
But she cannot keep in the ear-rings long, else she may make her uncle and aunt wait. She puts them quickly into the box again and shuts them up. Some day she will be able to wear any ear-rings she likes, and already she lives in an invisible world of brilliant costumes, shimmering gauze, soft satin, and velvet, such as the lady"s maid at the Chase has shown her in Miss Lydia"s wardrobe. She feels the bracelets on her arms, and treads on a soft carpet in front of a tall mirror. But she has one thing in the drawer which she can venture to wear to-day, because she can hang it on the chain of dark-brown berries which she has been used to wear on grand days, with a tiny flat scent-bottle at the end of it tucked inside her frock; and she must put on her brown berries--her neck would look so unfinished without it. Hetty was not quite as fond of the locket as of the ear-rings, though it was a handsome large locket, with enamelled flowers at the back and a beautiful gold border round the gla.s.s, which showed a light-brown slightly waving lock, forming a background for two little dark rings. She must keep it under her clothes, and no one would see it. But Hetty had another pa.s.sion, only a little less strong than her love of finery, and that other pa.s.sion made her like to wear the locket even hidden in her bosom. She would always have worn it, if she had dared to encounter her aunt"s questions about a ribbon round her neck. So now she slipped it on along her chain of dark-brown berries, and snapped the chain round her neck. It was not a very long chain, only allowing the locket to hang a little way below the edge of her frock. And now she had nothing to do but to put on her long sleeves, her new white gauze neckerchief, and her straw hat trimmed with white to-day instead of the pink, which had become rather faded under the July sun. That hat made the drop of bitterness in Hetty"s cup to-day, for it was not quite new--everybody would see that it was a little tanned against the white ribbon--and Mary Burge, she felt sure, would have a new hat or bonnet on. She looked for consolation at her fine white cotton stockings: they really were very nice indeed, and she had given almost all her spare money for them. Hetty"s dream of the future could not make her insensible to triumph in the present. To be sure, Captain Donnithorne loved her so that he would never care about looking at other people, but then those other people didn"t know how he loved her, and she was not satisfied to appear shabby and insignificant in their eyes even for a short s.p.a.ce.
The whole party was a.s.sembled in the house-place when Hetty went down, all of course in their Sunday clothes; and the bells had been ringing so this morning in honour of the captain"s twenty-first birthday, and the work had all been got done so early, that Marty and Tommy were not quite easy in their minds until their mother had a.s.sured them that going to church was not part of the day"s festivities. Mr. Poyser had once suggested that the house should be shut up and left to take care of itself; "for," said he, "there"s no danger of anybody"s breaking in--everybody"ll be at the Chase, thieves an" all. If we lock th" house up, all the men can go: it"s a day they wonna see twice i" their lives." But Mrs. Poyser answered with great decision: "I never left the house to take care of itself since I was a missis, and I never will. There"s been ill-looking tramps enoo" about the place this last week, to carry off every ham an" every spoon we"n got; and they all collogue together, them tramps, as it"s a mercy they hanna come and poisoned the dogs and murdered us all in our beds afore we knowed, some Friday night when we"n got the money in th" house to pay the men. And it"s like enough the tramps know where we"re going as well as we do oursens; for if Old Harry wants any work done, you may be sure he"ll find the means."
"Nonsense about murdering us in our beds," said Mr. Poyser; "I"ve got a gun i" our room, hanna I? and thee"st got ears as "ud find it out if a mouse was gnawing the bacon. Howiver, if thee wouldstna be easy, Alick can stay at home i" the forepart o" the day, and Tim can come back tow"rds five o"clock, and let Alick have his turn. They may let Growler loose if anybody offers to do mischief, and there"s Alick"s dog too, ready enough to set his tooth in a tramp if Alick gives him a wink."
Mrs. Poyser accepted this compromise, but thought it advisable to bar and bolt to the utmost; and now, at the last moment before starting, Nancy, the dairy-maid, was closing the shutters of the house-place, although the window, lying under the immediate observation of Alick and the dogs, might have been supposed the least likely to be selected for a burglarious attempt.
The covered cart, without springs, was standing ready to carry the whole family except the men-servants. Mr. Poyser and the grandfather sat on the seat in front, and within there was room for all the women and children; the fuller the cart the better, because then the jolting would not hurt so much, and Nancy"s broad person and thick arms were an excellent cushion to be pitched on. But Mr. Poyser drove at no more than a walking pace, that there might be as little risk of jolting as possible on this warm day, and there was time to exchange greetings and remarks with the foot-pa.s.sengers who were going the same way, specking the paths between the green meadows and the golden cornfields with bits of movable bright colour--a scarlet waistcoat to match the poppies that nodded a little too thickly among the corn, or a dark-blue neckerchief with ends flaunting across a brand-new white smock-frock. All Broxton and all Hayslope were to be at the Chase, and make merry there in honour of "th" heir"; and the old men and women, who had never been so far down this side of the hill for the last twenty years, were being brought from Broxton and Hayslope in one of the farmer"s waggons, at Mr. Irwine"s suggestion. The church-bells had struck up again now--a last tune, before the ringers came down the hill to have their share in the festival; and before the bells had finished, other music was heard approaching, so that even Old Brown, the sober horse that was drawing Mr. Poyser"s cart, began to p.r.i.c.k up his ears. It was the band of the Benefit Club, which had mustered in all its glory--that is to say, in bright-blue scarfs and blue favours, and carrying its banner with the motto, "Let brotherly love continue," encircling a picture of a stone-pit.
The carts, of course, were not to enter the Chase. Every one must get down at the lodges, and the vehicles must be sent back.
"Why, the Chase is like a fair a"ready," said Mrs. Poyser, as she got down from the cart, and saw the groups scattered under the great oaks, and the boys running about in the hot sunshine to survey the tall poles surmounted by the fluttering garments that were to be the prize of the successful climbers. "I should ha" thought there wasna so many people i" the two parishes. Mercy on us! How hot it is out o" the shade! Come here, Totty, else your little face "ull be burnt to a scratchin"! They might ha" cooked the dinners i" that open s.p.a.ce an" saved the fires. I shall go to Mrs. Best"s room an" sit down."
"Stop a bit, stop a bit," said Mr. Poyser. "There"s th" waggin coming wi" th" old folks in"t; it"ll be such a sight as wonna come o"er again, to see "em get down an" walk along all together. You remember some on "em i" their prime, eh, Father?"
"Aye, aye," said old Martin, walking slowly under the shade of the lodge porch, from which he could see the aged party descend. "I remember Jacob Taft walking fifty mile after the Scotch raybels, when they turned back from Stoniton."
He felt himself quite a youngster, with a long life before him, as he saw the Hayslope patriarch, old Feyther Taft, descend from the waggon and walk towards him, in his brown nightcap, and leaning on his two sticks.
"Well, Mester Taft," shouted old Martin, at the utmost stretch of his voice--for though he knew the old man was stone deaf, he could not omit the propriety of a greeting--"you"re hearty yet. You can enjoy yoursen to-day, for-all you"re ninety an" better."
"Your sarvant, mesters, your sarvant," said Feyther Taft in a treble tone, perceiving that he was in company.
The aged group, under care of sons or daughters, themselves worn and grey, pa.s.sed on along the least-winding carriage-road towards the house, where a special table was prepared for them; while the Poyser party wisely struck across the gra.s.s under the shade of the great trees, but not out of view of the house-front, with its sloping lawn and flower-beds, or of the pretty striped marquee at the edge of the lawn, standing at right angles with two larger marquees on each side of the open green s.p.a.ce where the games were to be played. The house would have been nothing but a plain square mansion of Queen Anne"s time, but for the remnant of an old abbey to which it was united at one end, in much the same way as one may sometimes see a new farmhouse rising high and prim at the end of older and lower farm-offices. The fine old remnant stood a little backward and under the shadow of tall beeches, but the sun was now on the taller and more advanced front, the blinds were all down, and the house seemed asleep in the hot midday. It made Hetty quite sad to look at it: Arthur must be somewhere in the back rooms, with the grand company, where he could not possibly know that she was come, and she should not see him for a long, long while--not till after dinner, when they said he was to come up and make a speech.
But Hetty was wrong in part of her conjecture. No grand company was come except the Irwines, for whom the carriage had been sent early, and Arthur was at that moment not in a back room, but walking with the rector into the broad stone cloisters of the old abbey, where the long tables were laid for all the cottage tenants and the farm-servants. A very handsome young Briton he looked to-day, in high spirits and a bright-blue frock-coat, the highest mode--his arm no longer in a sling. So open-looking and candid, too; but candid people have their secrets, and secrets leave no lines in young faces.
"Upon my word," he said, as they entered the cool cloisters, "I think the cottagers have the best of it: these cloisters make a delightful dining-room on a hot day. That was capital advice of yours, Irwine, about the dinners--to let them be as orderly and comfortable as possible, and only for the tenants: especially as I had only a limited sum after all; for though my grandfather talked of a carte blanche, he couldn"t make up his mind to trust me, when it came to the point."
"Never mind, you"ll give more pleasure in this quiet way," said Mr. Irwine. "In this sort of thing people are constantly confounding liberality with riot and disorder. It sounds very grand to say that so many sheep and oxen were roasted whole, and everybody ate who liked to come; but in the end it generally happens that no one has had an enjoyable meal. If the people get a good dinner and a moderate quant.i.ty of ale in the middle of the day, they"ll be able to enjoy the games as the day cools. You can"t hinder some of them from getting too much towards evening, but drunkenness and darkness go better together than drunkenness and daylight."
"Well, I hope there won"t be much of it. I"ve kept the Treddleston people away by having a feast for them in the town; and I"ve got Ca.s.son and Adam Bede and some other good fellows to look to the giving out of ale in the booths, and to take care things don"t go too far. Come, let us go up above now and see the dinner-tables for the large tenants."
They went up the stone staircase leading simply to the long gallery above the cloisters, a gallery where all the dusty worthless old pictures had been banished for the last three generations--mouldy portraits of Queen Elizabeth and her ladies, General Monk with his eye knocked out, Daniel very much in the dark among the lions, and Julius Caesar on horseback, with a high nose and laurel crown, holding his Commentaries in his hand.
"What a capital thing it is that they saved this piece of the old abbey!" said Arthur. "If I"m ever master here, I shall do up the gallery in first-rate style. We"ve got no room in the house a third as large as this. That second table is for the farmers" wives and children: Mrs. Best said it would be more comfortable for the mothers and children to be by themselves. I was determined to have the children, and make a regular family thing of it. I shall be "the old squire" to those little lads and la.s.ses some day, and they"ll tell their children what a much finer young fellow I was than my own son. There"s a table for the women and children below as well. But you will see them all--you will come up with me after dinner, I hope?"
"Yes, to be sure," said Mr. Irwine. "I wouldn"t miss your maiden speech to the tenantry."
"And there will be something else you"ll like to hear," said Arthur. "Let us go into the library and I"ll tell you all about it while my grandfather is in the drawing-room with the ladies. Something that will surprise you," he continued, as they sat down. "My grandfather has come round after all."
"What, about Adam?"
"Yes; I should have ridden over to tell you about it, only I was so busy. You know I told you I had quite given up arguing the matter with him--I thought it was hopeless--but yesterday morning he asked me to come in here to him before I went out, and astonished me by saying that he had decided on all the new arrangements he should make in consequence of old Satch.e.l.l being obliged to lay by work, and that he intended to employ Adam in superintending the woods at a salary of a guinea a-week, and the use of a pony to be kept here. I believe the secret of it is, he saw from the first it would be a profitable plan, but he had some particular dislike of Adam to get over--and besides, the fact that I propose a thing is generally a reason with him for rejecting it. There"s the most curious contradiction in my grandfather: I know he means to leave me all the money he has saved, and he is likely enough to have cut off poor Aunt Lydia, who has been a slave to him all her life, with only five hundred a-year, for the sake of giving me all the more; and yet I sometimes think he positively hates me because I"m his heir. I believe if I were to break my neck, he would feel it the greatest misfortune that could befall him, and yet it seems a pleasure to him to make my life a series of petty annoyances."
"Ah, my boy, it is not only woman"s love that is [two greek words omitted] as old AEschylus calls it. There"s plenty of "unloving love" in the world of a masculine kind. But tell me about Adam. Has he accepted the post? I don"t see that it can be much more profitable than his present work, though, to be sure, it will leave him a good deal of time on his own hands.
"Well, I felt some doubt about it when I spoke to him and he seemed to hesitate at first. His objection was that he thought he should not be able to satisfy my grandfather. But I begged him as a personal favour to me not to let any reason prevent him from accepting the place, if he really liked the employment and would not be giving up anything that was more profitable to him. And he a.s.sured me he should like it of all things--it would be a great step forward for him in business, and it would enable him to do what he had long wished to do, to give up working for Burge. He says he shall have plenty of time to superintend a little business of his own, which he and Seth will carry on, and will perhaps be able to enlarge by degrees. So he has agreed at last, and I have arranged that he shall dine with the large tenants to-day; and I mean to announce the appointment to them, and ask them to drink Adam"s health. It"s a little drama I"ve got up in honour of my friend Adam. He"s a fine fellow, and I like the opportunity of letting people know that I think so."
"A drama in which friend Arthur piques himself on having a pretty part to play," said Mr. Irwine, smiling. But when he saw Arthur colour, he went on relentingly, "My part, you know, is always that of the old fogy who sees nothing to admire in the young folks. I don"t like to admit that I"m proud of my pupil when he does graceful things. But I must play the amiable old gentleman for once, and second your toast in honour of Adam. Has your grandfather yielded on the other point too, and agreed to have a respectable man as steward?"
"Oh no," said Arthur, rising from his chair with an air of impatience and walking along the room with his hands in his pockets. "He"s got some project or other about letting the Chase Farm and bargaining for a supply of milk and b.u.t.ter for the house. But I ask no questions about it--it makes me too angry. I believe he means to do all the business himself, and have nothing in the shape of a steward. It"s amazing what energy he has, though."
"Well, we"ll go to the ladies now," said Mr. Irwine, rising too. "I want to tell my mother what a splendid throne you"ve prepared for her under the marquee."
"Yes, and we must be going to luncheon too," said Arthur. "It must be two o"clock, for there is the gong beginning to sound for the tenants" dinners."
Chapter XXIII.
Dinner-Time.
WHEN Adam heard that he was to dine upstairs with the large tenants, he felt rather uncomfortable at the idea of being exalted in this way above his mother and Seth, who were to dine in the cloisters below. But Mr. Mills, the butler, a.s.sured him that Captain Donnithorne had given particular orders about it, and would be very angry if Adam was not there.
Adam nodded and went up to Seth, who was standing a few yards off. "Seth, lad," he said, "the captain has sent to say I"m to dine upstairs--he wishes it particular, Mr. Mills says, so I suppose it "ud be behaving ill for me not to go. But I don"t like sitting up above thee and mother, as if I was better than my own flesh and blood. Thee"t not take it unkind, I hope?"
"Nay, nay, lad," said Seth, "thy honour"s our honour; and if thee get"st respect, thee"st won it by thy own deserts. The further I see thee above me, the better, so long as thee feel"st like a brother to me. It"s because o" thy being appointed over the woods, and it"s nothing but what"s right. That"s a place o" trust, and thee"t above a common workman now."
"Aye," said Adam, "but n.o.body knows a word about it yet. I haven"t given notice to Mr. Burge about leaving him, and I don"t like to tell anybody else about it before he knows, for he"ll be a good bit hurt, I doubt. People "ull be wondering to see me there, and they"ll like enough be guessing the reason and asking questions, for there"s been so much talk up and down about my having the place, this last three weeks."
"Well, thee canst say thee wast ordered to come without being told the reason. That"s the truth. And mother "ull be fine and joyful about it. Let"s go and tell her."
Adam was not the only guest invited to come upstairs on other grounds than the amount he contributed to the rent-roll. There were other people in the two parishes who derived dignity from their functions rather than from their pocket, and of these Bartle Ma.s.sey was one. His lame walk was rather slower than usual on this warm day, so Adam lingered behind when the bell rang for dinner, that he might walk up with his old friend; for he was a little too shy to join the Poyser party on this public occasion. Opportunities of getting to Hetty"s side would be sure to turn up in the course of the day, and Adam contented himself with that for he disliked any risk of being "joked" about Hetty--the big, outspoken, fearless man was very shy and diffident as to his love-making.
"Well, Mester Ma.s.sey," said Adam, as Bartle came up "I"m going to dine upstairs with you to-day: the captain"s sent me orders."
"Ah!" said Bartle, pausing, with one hand on his back. "Then there"s something in the wind--there"s something in the wind. Have you heard anything about what the old squire means to do?"
"Why, yes," said Adam; "I"ll tell you what I know, because I believe you can keep a still tongue in your head if you like, and I hope you"ll not let drop a word till it"s common talk, for I"ve particular reasons against its being known."
"Trust to me, my boy, trust to me. I"ve got no wife to worm it out of me and then run out and cackle it in everybody"s hearing. If you trust a man, let him be a bachelor--let him be a bachelor."
"Well, then, it was so far settled yesterday that I"m to take the management o" the woods. The captain sent for me t" offer it me, when I was seeing to the poles and things here and I"ve agreed to"t. But if anybody asks any questions upstairs, just you take no notice, and turn the talk to something else, and I"ll be obliged to you. Now, let us go on, for we"re pretty nigh the last, I think."
"I know what to do, never fear," said Bartle, moving on. "The news will be good sauce to my dinner. Aye, aye, my boy, you"ll get on. I"ll back you for an eye at measuring and a head-piece for figures, against any man in this county and you"ve had good teaching--you"ve had good teaching."
When they got upstairs, the question which Arthur had left unsettled, as to who was to be president, and who vice, was still under discussion, so that Adam"s entrance pa.s.sed without remark.
"It stands to sense," Mr. Ca.s.son was saying, "as old Mr. Poyser, as is th" oldest man i" the room, should sit at top o" the table. I wasn"t butler fifteen year without learning the rights and the wrongs about dinner."
"Nay, nay," said old Martin, "I"n gi"en up to my son; I"m no tenant now: let my son take my place. Th" ould foulks ha" had their turn: they mun make way for the young uns."
"I should ha" thought the biggest tenant had the best right, more nor th" oldest," said Luke Britton, who was not fond of the critical Mr. Poyser; "there"s Mester Holdsworth has more land nor anybody else on th" estate."
"Well," said Mr. Poyser, "suppose we say the man wi" the foulest land shall sit at top; then whoever gets th" honour, there"ll be no envying on him."
"Eh, here"s Mester Ma.s.sey," said Mr. Craig, who, being a neutral in the dispute, had no interest but in conciliation; "the schoolmaster ought to be able to tell you what"s right. Who"s to sit at top o" the table, Mr. Ma.s.sey?"
"Why, the broadest man," said Bartle; "and then he won"t take up other folks" room; and the next broadest must sit at bottom."
This happy mode of settling the dispute produced much laughter--a smaller joke would have sufficed for that Mr. Ca.s.son, however, did not feel it compatible with his dignity and superior knowledge to join in the laugh, until it turned out that he was fixed on as the second broadest man. Martin Poyser the younger, as the broadest, was to be president, and Mr. Ca.s.son, as next broadest, was to be vice.
Owing to this arrangement, Adam, being, of course, at the bottom of the table, fell under the immediate observation of Mr. Ca.s.son, who, too much occupied with the question of precedence, had not hitherto noticed his entrance. Mr. Ca.s.son, we have seen, considered Adam "rather lifted up and peppery-like": he thought the gentry made more fuss about this young carpenter than was necessary; they made no fuss about Mr. Ca.s.son, although he had been an excellent butler for fifteen years.
"Well, Mr. Bede, you"re one o" them as mounts hup"ards apace," he said, when Adam sat down. "You"ve niver dined here before, as I remember."
"No, Mr. Ca.s.son," said Adam, in his strong voice, that could be heard along the table; "I"ve never dined here before, but I come by Captain Donnithorne"s wish, and I hope it"s not disagreeable to anybody here."
"Nay, nay," said several voices at once, "we"re glad ye"re come. Who"s got anything to say again" it?"
"And ye"ll sing us "Over the hills and far away," after dinner, wonna ye?" said Mr. Chowne. "That"s a song I"m uncommon fond on."
"Peeh!" said Mr. Craig; "it"s not to be named by side o" the Scotch tunes. I"ve never cared about singing myself; I"ve had something better to do. A man that"s got the names and the natur o" plants in"s head isna likely to keep a hollow place t" hold tunes in. But a second cousin o" mine, a drovier, was a rare hand at remembering the Scotch tunes. He"d got nothing else to think on."
"The Scotch tunes!" said Bartle Ma.s.sey, contemptuously; "I"ve heard enough o" the Scotch tunes to last me while I live. They"re fit for nothing but to frighten the birds with--that"s to say, the English birds, for the Scotch birds may sing Scotch for what I know. Give the lads a bagpipe instead of a rattle, and I"ll answer for it the corn "ll be safe."
"Yes, there"s folks as find a pleasure in undervallying what they know but little about," said Mr. Craig.
"Why, the Scotch tunes are just like a scolding, nagging woman," Bartle went on, without deigning to notice Mr. Craig"s remark. "They go on with the same thing over and over again, and never come to a reasonable end. Anybody "ud think the Scotch tunes had always been asking a question of somebody as deaf as old Taft, and had never got an answer yet."