He was not sarcastic, but the grotesqueness of the situation as he had sketched it was apparent. She remembered now that she had felt something incongruous in it when Mr. Brandreth exposed it, but not deeply.
The minister continued gently: "The ladies who are trying to get up this Social Union proceed upon the a.s.sumption that working people can neither see nor feel a slight; but it is a great mistake to do so."
Annie had the obtuseness about those she fancied below her which is one of the consequences of being brought up in a superior station. She believed that there was something to say on the other side, and she attempted to say it.
"I don"t know that you could call it a slight exactly. People can ask those they prefer to a social entertainment."
"Yes--if it is for their own pleasure."
"But even in a public affair like this the work-people would feel uncomfortable and out of place, wouldn"t they, if they stayed to the supper and the dance? They might be exposed to greater suffering among those whose manners and breeding were different, and it might be very embarra.s.sing all round. Isn"t there that side to be regarded?"
"You beg the question," said the minister, as unsparingly as if she were a man. "The point is whether a Social Union beginning in social exclusion could ever do any good. What part do these ladies expect to take in maintaining it? Do they intend to spend their evenings there, to a.s.sociate on equal terms with the shoe-shop and straw-shop hands?"
"I don"t suppose they do, but I don"t know," said Annie dryly; and she replied by helplessly quoting Mr. Brandreth: "They intend to organise a system of lectures, concerts, and readings. They wish to get on common ground with them."
"They can never get on common ground with them in that way," said the minister. "No doubt they think they want to do them good; but good is from the heart, and there is no heart in what they propose. The working people would know that at once."
"Then you mean to say," Annie asked, half alarmed and half amused, "that there can be no friendly intercourse with the poor and the well-to-do unless it is based upon social equality?"
"I will answer your question by asking another. Suppose you were one of the poor, and the well-to-do offered to be friendly with you on such terms as you have mentioned, how should you feel toward them?"
"If you make it a personal question--"
"It makes itself a personal question," said the minister dispa.s.sionately.
"Well, then, I trust I should have the good sense to see that social equality between people who were better dressed, better taught, and better bred than myself was impossible, and that for me to force myself into their company was not only bad taste, but it was foolish, I have often heard my father say that the great superiority of the American practice of democracy over the French ideal was that it didn"t involve any a.s.sumption of social equality. He said that equality before the law and in politics was sacred, but that the principle could never govern society, and that Americans all instinctively recognised it. And I believe that to try to mix the different cla.s.ses would be un-American."
Mr. Peck smiled, and this was the first break in his seriousness. "We don"t know what is or will be American yet. But we will suppose you are quite right. The question is, how would you feel toward the people whose company you wouldn"t force yourself into?"
"Why, of course," Annie was surprised into saying, "I suppose I shouldn"t feel very kindly toward them."
"Even if you knew that they felt kindly toward you?"
"I"m afraid that would only make the matter worse," she said, with an uneasy laugh.
The minister was silent on his side of the stove.
"But do I understand you to say," she demanded, "that there can be no love at all, no kindness, between the rich and the poor? G.o.d tells us all to love one another."
"Surely," said the minister. "Would you suffer such a slight as your friends propose, to be offered to any one you loved?"
She did not answer, and he continued, thoughtfully: "I suppose that if a poor person could do a rich person a kindness which cost him some sacrifice, he might love him. In that case there could be love between the rich and the poor."
"And there could be no love if a rich man did the same?"
"Oh yes," the minister said--"upon the same ground. Only, the rich man would have to make a sacrifice first that he would really feel."
"Then you mean to say that people can"t do any good at all with their money?" Annie asked.
"Money is a palliative, but it can"t cure. It can sometimes create a bond of grat.i.tude perhaps, but it can"t create sympathy between rich and poor."
"But _why_ can"t it?"
"Because sympathy--common feeling--the sense of fraternity--can spring only from like experiences, like hopes, like fears. And money cannot buy these."
He rose, and looked a moment about him, as if trying to recall something.
Then, with a stiff obeisance, he said, "Good evening," and went out, while she remained daunted and bewildered, with the child in her arms, as unconscious of having kept it as he of having left it with her.
Mrs. Bolton must have reminded him of his oversight, for after being gone so long as it would have taken him to walk to her parlour and back, he returned, and said simply, "I forgot Idella."
He put out his hands to take her, but she turned perversely from him, and hid her face in Annie"s neck, pushing his hands away with a backward reach of her little arm.
"Come, Idella!" he said. Idella only snuggled the closer.
Mrs. Bolton came in with the little girl"s wraps; they were very common and poor, and the thought of getting her something prettier went through Annie"s mind.
At sight of Mrs. Bolton the child turned from Annie to her older friend.
"I"m afraid you have a woman-child for your daughter, Mr. Peck," said Annie, remotely hurt at the little one"s fickleness.
Neither Mr. Peck nor Mrs. Bolton smiled, and with some vague intention of showing him that she could meet the poor on common ground by sharing their labours, she knelt down and helped Mrs. Bolton tie on and b.u.t.ton on Idella"s things.
VII.
Next morning the day broke clear after the long storm, and Annie woke in revolt against the sort of subjection in which she had parted from Mr.
Peck. She felt the need of showing Mrs. Bolton that, although she had been civil to him, she had no sympathy with his ideas; but she could not think of any way to formulate her opposition, and all she could say in offence was, "Does Mr. Peck usually forget his child when he starts home?"
"I don"t know as he does," answered Mrs. Bolton simply. "He"s rather of an absent-minded man, and I suppose he"s like other men when he gets talking."
"The child"s clothes were disgracefully shabby!" said Annie, vexed that her attack could come to no more than this.
"I presume," said Mrs. Bolton, "that if he kept more of his money for himself, he could dress her better."
"Oh, that"s the way with these philanthropists," said Annie, thinking of Hollingsworth, in _The Blithedale Romance_, the only philanthropist whom she had really ever known, "They are always ready to sacrifice the happiness and comfort of any one to the general good."
Mrs. Bolton stood a moment, and then went out without replying; but she looked as offended as Annie could have wished. About ten o"clock the bell rang, and she came gloomily into the study, and announced that Mrs. Munger was in the parlour.
Annie had already heard an authoritative rustling of skirts, and she was instinctively prepared for the large, vigorous woman who turned upon her from the picture she had been looking at on the wall, and came toward her with the confident air of one sure they must be friends. Mrs. Munger was dressed in a dark, firm woollen stuff, which communicated its colour, if not its material, to the matter-of-fact bonnet which she wore on her plainly dressed hair. In one of her hands, which were cased in driving gloves of somewhat insistent evidence, she carried a robust black silk sun-umbrella, and the effect of her dress otherwise might be summarised in the statement that where other women would have worn lace, she seemed to wear leather. She had not only leather gloves, and a broad leather belt at her waist, but a leather collar; her watch was secured by a leather cord, pa.s.sing round her neck, and the stubby ta.s.sel of her umbrella stick was leather: she might be said to be in harness. She had a large, handsome face, no longer fresh, but with an effect of exemplary cleanness, and a pair of large grey eyes that suggested the notion of being newly washed, and that now looked at Annie with the a.s.sumption of fully understanding her.
"Ah, Miss Kilburn!" she said, without any of the wonted preliminaries of introduction and greeting. "I should have come long ago to see you, but I"ve been dispersed over the four quarters of the globe ever since you came, my dear. I got home last night on the nine o"clock train, in the last agonies of that howling tempest. Did you ever know anything like it? I see your trees have escaped. I wonder they weren"t torn to shreds."
Annie took her on her own ground of ignoring their past non-acquaintance.
"Yes, it was awful. And your son--how did you leave him? Mr. Brandreth--"
"Oh yes, poor little man! I found him waiting for me at home last night, and he told me he had been here. He was blowing about in the storm all day.