""The truth is, ma"am--pardon me for the slight--but really I was quite interested--struck, as I may say, by a very suspicious transaction that met my eyes a while ago, when I first got up to spit from the window."
""Ah, indeed, sir! and pray, if I may ask, what was it you saw?"
""Really very curious; but getting up to spit, and looking out before I did so--necessary caution, ma"am--some persons might be just under the window, you know--"
""Yes, sir, yes." The old creature began to look and talk mighty eager.
""An ugly habit, ma"am--that of spitting. We Kentuckians carry it to great excess. Foreigners, I"m told, count it monstrous vulgar--effect of tobacco-chewing, ma"am--a deuced bad habit, I grant you, but "tis a habit, and there"s no leaving it off, even if we would. I don"t think Kentuckians, as a people, a bit more vulgar than English, or French, or Turks, or any other respectable people of other countries."
""No, sir, certainly not; but the transaction--what you saw."
"Ah yes! beg pardon; but, as I was saying, something really quite suspicious! Just as I was about to spit, when I went to the window, some ten minutes ago--perhaps you did not observe, but I did not spit. Good reason for it, ma"am--might have done mischief."
"How, sir?"
"Ah that brings me to the question I want to ask: any handsome young ladies living about here, ma"am?--here, in your neighborood?"
"Why, yes, sir," answered the old tabby, with something like surprise; "there"s several--there"s the Masons, just opposite: the Bagbys, next door to them below, and Mr. Wilford"s daughter: all of them would be considered pretty by some persons. On the same side with us, there"s Mrs. Freeman and her two daughters, but the widow is accounted by many the youngest looking and prettiest of the whole, though, to my thinking, that"s saying precious little for any. Next door to us is a Mr. and Mrs.
Gibbs, who have a daughter, and she IS rather pretty, but I don"t know much about them. It might be a mother"s vanity, sir, but I think I may be proud of having a daughter myself, who is about as pretty as any of the best among them; and that"s saying a great deal less for her than might be said."
"Ah, indeed--you a daughter, ma"am? But she is not grown-up, of course--a mere child?"
"Oh, I beg your pardon, sir, said the old creature, tickled up to the eyes, and looking at me with the sweetest smiles; though it may surprise you very much, she is not only no child, but a woman grown; and, what"s more, I think she will be made a wife this very night."
"Egad, then I suspect she"s not the only one that"s about to be made a wife of. I suspect some one of these young ladies, your neighbors, will be very soon in the same condition."
"Indeed, sir--pray, who?--how do you know? and the old tabby edged herself along the sofa until she almost got jam up beside me."
"Well, said I, I don"t KNOW exactly, but I"m deucedly suspicious of it, and, more than that, there"s some underhand work going on."
This made her more curious than ever; and her hands and feet, and indeed her whole body, got such a fidgeting, that I fancied she began to think of getting St. Vitus for a bedfellow. Her eagerness made her ask me two or three times what made me think so; and, seeing her anxiety, I purposely delayed in order to worry her. I wished to see how far I could run her up. When I did begin to explain, I went to work in a round-about way enough--something thus, old Kentuck--as I began: "Well, ma"am, this tobacco-chewing, as I said before, carried me, as you witnessed, constantly to the window. I don"t know that I chew more than many others, but I know I chew too much for my good, and for decency, too, ma"am."
"Yes, sir, yes; but the young lady, and--"
"Ah, yes, ma"am. Well, then, going to the window once, twice, or thrice, I could not help but see a young man standing beneath it, evidently in waiting--very earnest, very watchful--seemingly very much interested and anxious, as if waiting for somebody."
"Is it possible?" whispered the tabby, full of expectation.
"Yes, very possible, ma"am--very true." There he stood; I could even h.o.a.r his deep-drawn sighs--deep, long, as if from the very bottom of his heart."
"Was he so VERY near, sir?"
"Just under the window--going to and fro--very anxious. I was almost afraid I had spit on him, he looked up so hard--so--"
"What, sir, up at you? at--at MY windows, sir?"
"Not exactly, ma"am, that was only my notion, for I thought I might have spit upon him, and so wakened his anger; but, indeed, he looked all about him, as, indeed, it was natural that he should, you know, if he meditated anything that wa"n"t exactly right. There was a carriage in waiting--a close carriage--not a hundred yards below, and--"
"Ah, sir, do tell me what sort of a looking young gentleman was it--eh?"
"Good-looking fellow enough, ma"am--rather tall, slenderish, but not so slender--wore a black frock." By this time the old creature was up at the window--her long, skinny neck stretched out as far as it could go.
"Ah!" said I, "ma"am, you"re quite too late, if you expect to see the sport. They"re off; I saw the last of them when I took my last spit from the window. They were then--"
"But, sir, did he--did you say that this person--the person you spit on--carried a young lady away with him?"
"You mistake me, ma"am--"
"Ah"--she drew a mighty long breath as if relieved.
"I did NOT spit upon him; I only came near doing it once or twice. If I hadn"t looked, I should very probably have divided my quid pretty equally between both of them."
"Both! both!" she almost screamed. "Did she go with him, then?--was there in truth a young woman?"
"You never saw a creature in such a tearing fidget. Her long nose was nearly stuck into my face, and both her hands, all claws extended, seemed ready for my cheeks. I felt a little ticklish, I a.s.sure you; but I kept up my courage, determined to see the game out, and answered very deliberately, after I had put a fresh quid into my jaws:--"
"Ay, that she did, ma"am, and seemed deuced glad to go, as was natural enough. A mighty pretty girl she was, too; rather thin, but pretty enough to tempt a clever fellow to do anything. I reckon they"re nigh on to being man and wife by this time, let the old people say what they will."
"But the old put didn"t wait to hear me say all this. Before the words were well out of my mouth, she gave a bounce, to the bell-rope first--I thought she"d ha" jerked it to pieces--and then to the head of the stairs."
"Excuse me for a moment, sir, if you please," she said, in a considerable fidget.
"Certainly, ma"am," says I, with a great Kentucky sort of bow and natural civility; and then I could hear her squalling from the head of the stairs, and at the top of her voice, "Julia! Julia! Julia!"--but there was no answer from Julia. Then came the servants; then came the outcry; then she bounced back into the parlor, and blazed out at me for not telling her at once that it was her daughter who had been carried off, without making so long a story of it, and putting in so much talk about tobacco.
"Lord bless you, my dear woman!" says I, "innocent enough, was that pretty girl your daughter? That accounts for the fellow looking up at the window so often; and I to fancy that it was all because I might have given him a quid!"
"You must have seen her THEN!"
"Well, ma"am," said I, "I must come again about the negroes. I see you"ve got your hands full."
"And, with that, I pushed down stairs, while she blazed out at her husband, whom she called an old fool; and me, whom she called a young one; and the negroes, whom she ordered to fly in a hundred ways in the same breath; and, to make matters worse, she seized her hat and shawl, and bounced down the steps after me. Here we were in a fix again, that made her a hundred times more furious. The street-door was locked on the outside, and the key gone, and I fastened up with the old mad tabby. I tried to stand it while the servants were belaboring to break open, but the storm was too heavy, and, raising a sash, I went through: and, in good faith, I believe she bounced through after me; for, when I got fairly into the street and looked round, there she went, bounce, flounce, pell-mell, all in a rage, steam up, puffing like a porpoise--though, thank Jupiter! she took another course from myself. I was glad to get out of her clutches, I a.s.sure you."
Such was Kingsley"s account of his expedition, told in his particular manner; and endued with the dramatic vitality which he was well able to give it, it was inimitable. It needs but a few words to finish it. Mrs.
Clifford, with unerring instinct, made her way to the house of that friendly lady who had a.s.sisted our proceedings. But she came too late for anything but abuse. Julia was irrevocably mine. Bitter was the clamor which, in our chamber, a.s.sailed us from below.
"Oh, Edward, how shall I meet her?" was the convulsive speech of Julia, as she heard the fearful sounds of her mother"s voice--a voice never very musical, and which now, stimulated by unmeasured rage--the rage of a baffled and wicked woman--poured forth a torrent of screams rather than of human accents. We soon heard the rush of the torrent up stairs, and in the direction of our chamber.
"Fear nothing, Julia; her power over you is now at an end. You are now mine--mine only--mine irrevocably!"
"Ah, she is still my mother!" gasped the lovely trembler in my arms. A moment more, and the old lady was battering at the door. I had locked it within. Her voice, husky but subdued, now called to her daughter--
"Julia! Julia! Julia!--come out!"
"Who is there? what do you want?" I demanded. I was disposed to keep her out, but Julia implored me to open the door. She had really no strength to reply to the summons of the enraged woman; and her entreaty to me was expressed in a whisper which scarcely filled my own ears. She was weak almost to fainting. I trembled lest her weakness, coupled with her fears, and the stormy scene that I felt might be reasonably antic.i.p.ated, would be too much for her powers of endurance. I hesitated. She put her hand on my wrist.
"For my sake, Edward, let her in. Let her see me. We will have to meet her, and better now--now, when I feel all the solemnity of my new position, and while the pledges I have just made are most present to my thoughts. Do not fear for me. I am weak and very feeble, but I am resolute. I feel that I am not wrong."
She could scarcely gasp out these brief sentences. I urged her not to risk her strength in the interview.