Martin was silent for a minute or two, looking on the ground and rooting up the gra.s.s with his spud, without knowing what he was doing. His usual slowness was always trebled when the subject of speech was painful. At last he looked up, right in Adam"s face, saying, "Then she didna deserve t" ha" ye, my lad. An" I feel i" fault myself, for she was my niece, and I was allays hot for her marr"ing ye. There"s no amends I can make ye, lad--the more"s the pity: it"s a sad cut-up for ye, I doubt."
Adam could say nothing; and Mr. Poyser, after pursuing his walk for a little while, went on, "I"ll be bound she"s gone after trying to get a lady"s maid"s place, for she"d got that in her head half a year ago, and wanted me to gi" my consent. But I"d thought better on her"--he added, shaking his head slowly and sadly--"I"d thought better on her, nor to look for this, after she"d gi"en y" her word, an" everything been got ready."
Adam had the strongest motives for encouraging this supposition in Mr. Poyser, and he even tried to believe that it might possibly be true. He had no warrant for the certainty that she was gone to Arthur.
"It was better it should be so," he said, as quietly as he could, "if she felt she couldn"t like me for a husband. Better run away before than repent after. I hope you won"t look harshly on her if she comes back, as she may do if she finds it hard to get on away from home."
"I canna look on her as I"ve done before," said Martin decisively. "She"s acted bad by you, and by all of us. But I"ll not turn my back on her: she"s but a young un, and it"s the first harm I"ve knowed on her. It"ll be a hard job for me to tell her aunt. Why didna Dinah come back wi" ye? She"d ha" helped to pacify her aunt a bit."
"Dinah wasn"t at Snowfield. She"s been gone to Leeds this fortnight, and I couldn"t learn from th" old woman any direction where she is at Leeds, else I should ha" brought it you."
"She"d a deal better be staying wi" her own kin," said Mr. Poyser, indignantly, "than going preaching among strange folks a-that"n."
"I must leave you now, Mr. Poyser," said Adam, "for I"ve a deal to see to."
"Aye, you"d best be after your business, and I must tell the missis when I go home. It"s a hard job."
"But," said Adam, "I beg particular, you"ll keep what"s happened quiet for a week or two. I"ve not told my mother yet, and there"s no knowing how things may turn out."
"Aye, aye; least said, soonest mended. We"n no need to say why the match is broke off, an" we may hear of her after a bit. Shake hands wi" me, lad: I wish I could make thee amends."
There was something in Martin Poyser"s throat at that moment which caused him to bring out those scanty words in rather a broken fashion. Yet Adam knew what they meant all the better, and the two honest men grasped each other"s hard hands in mutual understanding.
There was nothing now to hinder Adam from setting off. He had told Seth to go to the Chase and leave a message for the squire, saying that Adam Bede had been obliged to start off suddenly on a journey--and to say as much, and no more, to any one else who made inquiries about him. If the Poysers learned that he was gone away again, Adam knew they would infer that he was gone in search of Hetty.
He had intended to go right on his way from the Hall Farm, but now the impulse which had frequently visited him before--to go to Mr. Irwine, and make a confidant of him--recurred with the new force which belongs to a last opportunity. He was about to start on a long journey--a difficult one--by sea--and no soul would know where he was gone. If anything happened to him? Or, if he absolutely needed help in any matter concerning Hetty? Mr. Irwine was to be trusted; and the feeling which made Adam shrink from telling anything which was her secret must give way before the need there was that she should have some one else besides himself who would be prepared to defend her in the worst extremity. Towards Arthur, even though he might have incurred no new guilt, Adam felt that he was not bound to keep silence when Hetty"s interest called on him to speak.
"I must do it," said Adam, when these thoughts, which had spread themselves through hours of his sad journeying, now rushed upon him in an instant, like a wave that had been slowly gathering; "it"s the right thing. I can"t stand alone in this way any longer."
Chapter x.x.xIX.
The Tidings.
ADAM turned his face towards Broxton and walked with his swiftest stride, looking at his watch with the fear that Mr. Irwine might be gone out--hunting, perhaps. The fear and haste together produced a state of strong excitement before he reached the rectory gate, and outside it he saw the deep marks of a recent hoof on the gravel.
But the hoofs were turned towards the gate, not away from it, and though there was a horse against the stable door, it was not Mr. Irwine"s: it had evidently had a journey this morning, and must belong to some one who had come on business. Mr. Irwine was at home, then; but Adam could hardly find breath and calmness to tell Carroll that he wanted to speak to the rector. The double suffering of certain and uncertain sorrow had begun to shake the strong man. The butler looked at him wonderingly, as he threw himself on a bench in the pa.s.sage and stared absently at the clock on the opposite wall. The master had somebody with him, he said, but he heard the study door open--the stranger seemed to be coming out, and as Adam was in a hurry, he would let the master know at once.
Adam sat looking at the clock: the minute-hand was hurrying along the last five minutes to ten with a loud, hard, indifferent tick, and Adam watched the movement and listened to the sound as if he had had some reason for doing so. In our times of bitter suffering there are almost always these pauses, when our consciousness is benumbed to everything but some trivial perception or sensation. It is as if semi-idiocy came to give us rest from the memory and the dread which refuse to leave us in our sleep.
Carroll, coming back, recalled Adam to the sense of his burden. He was to go into the study immediately. "I can"t think what that strange person"s come about," the butler added, from mere incontinence of remark, as he preceded Adam to the door, "he"s gone i" the dining-room. And master looks unaccountable--as if he was frightened." Adam took no notice of the words: he could not care about other people"s business. But when he entered the study and looked in Mr. Irwine"s face, he felt in an instant that there was a new expression in it, strangely different from the warm friendliness it had always worn for him before. A letter lay open on the table, and Mr. Irwine"s hand was on it, but the changed glance he cast on Adam could not be owing entirely to preoccupation with some disagreeable business, for he was looking eagerly towards the door, as if Adam"s entrance were a matter of poignant anxiety to him.
"You want to speak to me, Adam," he said, in that low constrainedly quiet tone which a man uses when he is determined to suppress agitation. "Sit down here." He pointed to a chair just opposite to him, at no more than a yard"s distance from his own, and Adam sat down with a sense that this cold manner of Mr. Irwine"s gave an additional unexpected difficulty to his disclosure. But when Adam had made up his mind to a measure, he was not the man to renounce it for any but imperative reasons.
"I come to you, sir," he said, "as the gentleman I look up to most of anybody. I"ve something very painful to tell you--something as it"ll pain you to hear as well as me to tell. But if I speak o" the wrong other people have done, you"ll see I didn"t speak till I"d good reason."
Mr. Irwine nodded slowly, and Adam went on rather tremulously, "You was t" ha" married me and Hetty Sorrel, you know, sir, o" the fifteenth o" this month. I thought she loved me, and I was th" happiest man i" the parish. But a dreadful blow"s come upon me."
Mr. Irwine started up from his chair, as if involuntarily, but then, determined to control himself, walked to the window and looked out.
"She"s gone away, sir, and we don"t know where. She said she was going to Snowfield o" Friday was a fortnight, and I went last Sunday to fetch her back; but she"d never been there, and she took the coach to Stoniton, and beyond that I can"t trace her. But now I"m going a long journey to look for her, and I can"t trust t" anybody but you where I"m going."
Mr. Irwine came back from the window and sat down.
"Have you no idea of the reason why she went away?" he said.
"It"s plain enough she didn"t want to marry me, sir," said Adam. "She didn"t like it when it came so near. But that isn"t all, I doubt. There"s something else I must tell you, sir. There"s somebody else concerned besides me."
A gleam of something--it was almost like relief or joy--came across the eager anxiety of Mr. Irwine"s face at that moment. Adam was looking on the ground, and paused a little: the next words were hard to speak. But when he went on, he lifted up his head and looked straight at Mr. Irwine. He would do the thing he had resolved to do, without flinching.
"You know who"s the man I"ve reckoned my greatest friend," he said, "and used to be proud to think as I should pa.s.s my life i" working for him, and had felt so ever since we were lads...."
Mr. Irwine, as if all self-control had forsaken him, grasped Adam"s arm, which lay on the table, and, clutching it tightly like a man in pain, said, with pale lips and a low hurried voice, "No, Adam, no--don"t say it, for G.o.d"s sake!"
Adam, surprised at the violence of Mr. Irwine"s feeling, repented of the words that had pa.s.sed his lips and sat in distressed silence. The grasp on his arm gradually relaxed, and Mr. Irwine threw himself back in his chair, saying, "Go on--I must know it."
"That man played with Hetty"s feelings, and behaved to her as he"d no right to do to a girl in her station o" life--made her presents and used to go and meet her out a-walking. I found it out only two days before he went away--found him a-kissing her as they were parting in the Grove. There"d been nothing said between me and Hetty then, though I"d loved her for a long while, and she knew it. But I reproached him with his wrong actions, and words and blows pa.s.sed between us; and he said solemnly to me, after that, as it had been all nonsense and no more than a bit o" flirting. But I made him write a letter to tell Hetty he"d meant nothing, for I saw clear enough, sir, by several things as I hadn"t understood at the time, as he"d got hold of her heart, and I thought she"d belike go on thinking of him and never come to love another man as wanted to marry her. And I gave her the letter, and she seemed to bear it all after a while better than I"d expected...and she behaved kinder and kinder to me...I daresay she didn"t know her own feelings then, poor thing, and they came back upon her when it was too late...I don"t want to blame her...I can"t think as she meant to deceive me. But I was encouraged to think she loved me, and--you know the rest, sir. But it"s on my mind as he"s been false to me, and "ticed her away, and she"s gone to him--and I"m going now to see, for I can never go to work again till I know what"s become of her."
During Adam"s narrative, Mr. Irwine had had time to recover his self-mastery in spite of the painful thoughts that crowded upon him. It was a bitter remembrance to him now--that morning when Arthur breakfasted with him and seemed as if he were on the verge of a confession. It was plain enough now what he had wanted to confess. And if their words had taken another turn...if he himself had been less fastidious about intruding on another man"s secrets...it was cruel to think how thin a film had shut out rescue from all this guilt and misery. He saw the whole history now by that terrible illumination which the present sheds back upon the past. But every other feeling as it rushed upon his was thrown into abeyance by pity, deep respectful pity, for the man who sat before him--already so bruised, going forth with sad blind resignedness to an unreal sorrow, while a real one was close upon him, too far beyond the range of common trial for him ever to have feared it. His own agitation was quelled by a certain awe that comes over us in the presence of a great anguish, for the anguish he must inflict on Adam was already present to him. Again he put his hand on the arm that lay on the table, but very gently this time, as he said solemnly: "Adam, my dear friend, you have had some hard trials in your life. You can bear sorrow manfully, as well as act manfully. G.o.d requires both tasks at our hands. And there is a heavier sorrow coming upon you than any you have yet known. But you are not guilty--you have not the worst of all sorrows. G.o.d help him who has!"
The two pale faces looked at each other; in Adam"s there was trembling suspense, in Mr. Irwine"s hesitating, shrinking pity. But he went on.
"I have had news of Hetty this morning. She is not gone to him. She is in Stonyshire--at Stoniton."
Adam started up from his chair, as if he thought he could have leaped to her that moment. But Mr. Irwine laid hold of his arm again and said, persuasively, "Wait, Adam, wait." So he sat down.
"She is in a very unhappy position--one which will make it worse for you to find her, my poor friend, than to have lost her for ever."
Adam"s lips moved tremulously, but no sound came. They moved again, and he whispered, "Tell me."
"She has been arrested...she is in prison."
It was as if an insulting blow had brought back the spirit of resistance into Adam. The blood rushed to his face, and he said, loudly and sharply, "For what?"
"For a great crime--the murder of her child."
"It CAN"T BE!" Adam almost shouted, starting up from his chair and making a stride towards the door; but he turned round again, setting his back against the bookcase, and looking fiercely at Mr. Irwine. "It isn"t possible. She never had a child. She can"t be guilty. WHO says it?"
"G.o.d grant she may be innocent, Adam. We can still hope she is."
"But who says she is guilty?" said Adam violently. "Tell me everything."
"Here is a letter from the magistrate before whom she was taken, and the constable who arrested her is in the dining-room. She will not confess her name or where she comes from; but I fear, I fear, there can be no doubt it is Hetty. The description of her person corresponds, only that she is said to look very pale and ill. She had a small red-leather pocket-book in her pocket with two names written in it--one at the beginning, "Hetty Sorrel, Hayslope," and the other near the end, "Dinah Morris, Snowfield." She will not say which is her own name--she denies everything, and will answer no questions, and application has been made to me, as a magistrate, that I may take measures for identifying her, for it was thought probable that the name which stands first is her own name."
"But what proof have they got against her, if it IS Hetty?" said Adam, still violently, with an effort that seemed to shake his whole frame. "I"ll not believe it. It couldn"t ha" been, and none of us know it."
"Terrible proof that she was under the temptation to commit the crime; but we have room to hope that she did not really commit it. Try and read that letter, Adam."
Adam took the letter between his shaking hands and tried to fix his eyes steadily on it. Mr. Irwine meanwhile went out to give some orders. When he came back, Adam"s eyes were still on the first page--he couldn"t read--he could not put the words together and make out what they meant. He threw it down at last and clenched his fist.
"It"s HIS doing," he said; "if there"s been any crime, it"s at his door, not at hers. HE taught her to deceive--HE deceived me first. Let "em put HIM on his trial--let him stand in court beside her, and I"ll tell "em how he got hold of her heart, and "ticed her t" evil, and then lied to me. Is HE to go free, while they lay all the punishment on her...so weak and young?"
The image called up by these last words gave a new direction to poor Adam"s maddened feelings. He was silent, looking at the corner of the room as if he saw something there. Then he burst out again, in a tone of appealing anguish, "I can"t bear it...O G.o.d, it"s too hard to lay upon me--it"s too hard to think she"s wicked."
Mr. Irwine had sat down again in silence. He was too wise to utter soothing words at present, and indeed, the sight of Adam before him, with that look of sudden age which sometimes comes over a young face in moments of terrible emotion--the hard bloodless look of the skin, the deep lines about the quivering mouth, the furrows in the brow--the sight of this strong firm man shattered by the invisible stroke of sorrow, moved him so deeply that speech was not easy. Adam stood motionless, with his eyes vacantly fixed in this way for a minute or two; in that short s.p.a.ce he was living through all his love again.
"She can"t ha" done it," he said, still without moving his eyes, as if he were only talking to himself: "it was fear made her hide it...I forgive her for deceiving me...I forgive thee, Hetty...thee wast deceived too...it"s gone hard wi" thee, my poor Hetty...but they"ll never make me believe it."
He was silent again for a few moments, and then he said, with fierce abruptness, "I"ll go to him--I"ll bring him back--I"ll make him go and look at her in her misery--he shall look at her till he can"t forget it--it shall follow him night and day--as long as he lives it shall follow him--he shan"t escape wi" lies this time--I"ll fetch him, I"ll drag him myself."
In the act of going towards the door, Adam paused automatically and looked about for his hat, quite unconscious where he was or who was present with him. Mr. Irwine had followed him, and now took him by the arm, saying, in a quiet but decided tone, "No, Adam, no; I"m sure you will wish to stay and see what good can be done for her, instead of going on a useless errand of vengeance. The punishment will surely fall without your aid. Besides, he is no longer in Ireland. He must be on his way home--or would be, long before you arrived, for his grandfather, I know, wrote for him to come at least ten days ago. I want you now to go with me to Stoniton. I have ordered a horse for you to ride with us, as soon as you can compose yourself."
While Mr. Irwine was speaking, Adam recovered his consciousness of the actual scene. He rubbed his hair off his forehead and listened.
"Remember," Mr. Irwine went on, "there are others to think of, and act for, besides yourself, Adam: there are Hetty"s friends, the good Poysers, on whom this stroke will fall more heavily than I can bear to think. I expect it from your strength of mind, Adam--from your sense of duty to G.o.d and man--that you will try to act as long as action can be of any use."
In reality, Mr. Irwine proposed this journey to Stoniton for Adam"s own sake. Movement, with some object before him, was the best means of counteracting the violence of suffering in these first hours.
"You will go with me to Stoniton, Adam?" he said again, after a moment"s pause. "We have to see if it is really Hetty who is there, you know."
"Yes, sir," said Adam, "I"ll do what you think right. But the folks at th" Hall Farm?"
"I wish them not to know till I return to tell them myself. I shall have ascertained things then which I am uncertain about now, and I shall return as soon as possible. Come now, the horses are ready."
Chapter XL.
The Bitter Waters Spread.
MR. IRWINE returned from Stoniton in a post-chaise that night, and the first words Carroll said to him, as he entered the house, were, that Squire Donnithorne was dead--found dead in his bed at ten o"clock that morning--and that Mrs. Irwine desired him to say she should be awake when Mr. Irwine came home, and she begged him not to go to bed without seeing her.
"Well, Dauphin," Mrs. Irwine said, as her son entered her room, "you"re come at last. So the old gentleman"s fidgetiness and low spirits, which made him send for Arthur in that sudden way, really meant something. I suppose Carroll has told you that Donnithorne was found dead in his bed this morning. You will believe my prognostications another time, though I daresay I shan"t live to prognosticate anything but my own death."
"What have they done about Arthur?" said Mr. Irwine. "Sent a messenger to await him at Liverpool?"
"Yes, Ralph was gone before the news was brought to us. Dear Arthur, I shall live now to see him master at the Chase, and making good times on the estate, like a generous-hearted fellow as he is. He"ll be as happy as a king now."
Mr. Irwine could not help giving a slight groan: he was worn with anxiety and exertion, and his mother"s light words were almost intolerable.
"What are you so dismal about, Dauphin? Is there any bad news? Or are you thinking of the danger for Arthur in crossing that frightful Irish Channel at this time of year?"
"No, Mother, I"m not thinking of that; but I"m not prepared to rejoice just now."
"You"ve been worried by this law business that you"ve been to Stoniton about. What in the world is it, that you can"t tell me?"
"You will know by and by, mother. It would not be right for me to tell you at present. Good-night: you"ll sleep now you have no longer anything to listen for."
Mr. Irwine gave up his intention of sending a letter to meet Arthur, since it would not now hasten his return: the news of his grandfather"s death would bring him as soon as he could possibly come. He could go to bed now and get some needful rest, before the time came for the morning"s heavy duty of carrying his sickening news to the Hall Farm and to Adam"s home.
Adam himself was not come back from Stoniton, for though he shrank from seeing Hetty, he could not bear to go to a distance from her again.
"It"s no use, sir," he said to the rector, "it"s no use for me to go back. I can"t go to work again while she"s here, and I couldn"t bear the sight o" the things and folks round home. I"ll take a bit of a room here, where I can see the prison walls, and perhaps I shall get, in time, to bear seeing her."
Adam had not been shaken in his belief that Hetty was innocent of the crime she was charged with, for Mr. Irwine, feeling that the belief in her guilt would be a crushing addition to Adam"s load, had kept from him the facts which left no hope in his own mind. There was not any reason for thrusting the whole burden on Adam at once, and Mr. Irwine, at parting, only said, "If the evidence should tell too strongly against her, Adam, we may still hope for a pardon. Her youth and other circ.u.mstances will be a plea for her."
"Ah, and it"s right people should know how she was tempted into the wrong way," said Adam, with bitter earnestness. "It"s right they should know it was a fine gentleman made love to her, and turned her head wi" notions. You"ll remember, sir, you"ve promised to tell my mother, and Seth, and the people at the farm, who it was as led her wrong, else they"ll think harder of her than she deserves. You"ll be doing her a hurt by sparing him, and I hold him the guiltiest before G.o.d, let her ha" done what she may. If you spare him, I"ll expose him!"
"I think your demand is just, Adam," said Mr. Irwine, "but when you are calmer, you will judge Arthur more mercifully. I say nothing now, only that his punishment is in other hands than ours."
Mr. Irwine felt it hard upon him that he should have to tell of Arthur"s sad part in the story of sin and sorrow--he who cared for Arthur with fatherly affection, who had cared for him with fatherly pride. But he saw clearly that the secret must be known before long, even apart from Adam"s determination, since it was scarcely to be supposed that Hetty would persist to the end in her obstinate silence. He made up his mind to withhold nothing from the Poysers, but to tell them the worst at once, for there was no time to rob the tidings of their suddenness. Hetty"s trial must come on at the Lent a.s.sizes, and they were to be held at Stoniton the next week. It was scarcely to be hoped that Martin Poyser could escape the pain of being called as a witness, and it was better he should know everything as long beforehand as possible.
Before ten o"clock on Thursday morning the home at the Hall Farm was a house of mourning for a misfortune felt to be worse than death. The sense of family dishonour was too keen even in the kind-hearted Martin Poyser the younger to leave room for any compa.s.sion towards Hetty. He and his father were simple-minded farmers, proud of their untarnished character, proud that they came of a family which had held up its head and paid its way as far back as its name was in the parish register; and Hetty had brought disgrace on them all--disgrace that could never be wiped out. That was the all-conquering feeling in the mind both of father and son--the scorching sense of disgrace, which neutralised all other sensibility--and Mr. Irwine was struck with surprise to observe that Mrs. Poyser was less severe than her husband. We are often startled by the severity of mild people on exceptional occasions; the reason is, that mild people are most liable to be under the yoke of traditional impressions.
"I"m willing to pay any money as is wanted towards trying to bring her off," said Martin the younger when Mr. Irwine was gone, while the old grandfather was crying in the opposite chair, "but I"ll not go nigh her, nor ever see her again, by my own will. She"s made our bread bitter to us for all our lives to come, an" we shall ne"er hold up our heads i" this parish nor i" any other. The parson talks o" folks pitying us: it"s poor amends pity "ull make us."
"Pity?" said the grandfather, sharply. "I ne"er wanted folks"s pity i" MY life afore...an" I mun begin to be looked down on now, an" me turned seventy-two last St. Thomas"s, an" all th" underbearers and pall-bearers as I"n picked for my funeral are i" this parish and the next to "t....It"s o" no use now...I mun be ta"en to the grave by strangers."
"Don"t fret so, father," said Mrs. Poyser, who had spoken very little, being almost overawed by her husband"s unusual hardness and decision. "You"ll have your children wi" you; an" there"s the lads and the little un "ull grow up in a new parish as well as i" th" old un."
"Ah, there"s no staying i" this country for us now," said Mr. Poyser, and the hard tears trickled slowly down his round cheeks. "We thought it "ud be bad luck if the old squire gave us notice this Lady day, but I must gi" notice myself now, an" see if there can anybody be got to come an" take to the crops as I"n put i" the ground; for I wonna stay upo" that man"s land a day longer nor I"m forced to"t. An" me, as thought him such a good upright young man, as I should be glad when he come to be our landlord. I"ll ne"er lift my hat to him again, nor sit i" the same church wi" him...a man as has brought shame on respectable folks...an" pretended to be such a friend t" everybody....Poor Adam there...a fine friend he"s been t" Adam, making speeches an" talking so fine, an" all the while poisoning the lad"s life, as it"s much if he can stay i" this country any more nor we can."
"An" you t" ha" to go into court, and own you"re akin t" her," said the old man. "Why, they"ll cast it up to the little un, as isn"t four "ear old, some day--they"ll cast it up t" her as she"d a cousin tried at the "sizes for murder."
"It"ll be their own wickedness, then," said Mrs. Poyser, with a sob in her voice. "But there"s One above "ull take care o" the innicent child, else it"s but little truth they tell us at church. It"ll be harder nor ever to die an" leave the little uns, an" n.o.body to be a mother to "em."
"We"d better ha" sent for Dinah, if we"d known where she is," said Mr. Poyser; "but Adam said she"d left no direction where she"d be at Leeds."
"Why, she"d be wi" that woman as was a friend t" her Aunt Judith," said Mrs. Poyser, comforted a little by this suggestion of her husbands. "I"ve often heard Dinah talk of her, but I can"t remember what name she called her by. But there"s Seth Bede; he"s like enough to know, for she"s a preaching woman as the Methodists think a deal on."
"I"ll send to Seth," said Mr. Poyser. "I"ll send Alick to tell him to come, or else to send up word o" the woman"s name, an" thee canst write a letter ready to send off to Treddles"on as soon as we can make out a direction."
"It"s poor work writing letters when you want folks to come to you i" trouble," said Mrs. Poyser. "Happen it"ll be ever so long on the road, an" never reach her at last."
Before Alick arrived with the message, Lisbeth"s thoughts too had already flown to Dinah, and she had said to Seth, "Eh, there"s no comfort for us i" this world any more, wi"out thee couldst get Dinah Morris to come to us, as she did when my old man died. I"d like her to come in an" take me by th" hand again, an" talk to me. She"d tell me the rights on"t, belike--she"d happen know some good i" all this trouble an" heart-break comin" upo" that poor lad, as ne"er done a bit o" wrong in"s life, but war better nor anybody else"s son, pick the country round. Eh, my lad...Adam, my poor lad!"