"I say, cousin Paul," (she had adopted the family habit of addressing me generally as cousin Paul, and always speaking of me in that form,) "something"s amiss with our Phillis, and I reckon you"ve a good guess what it is. She"s not one to take up wi" such as you," (not complimentary, but that Betty never was, even to those for whom she felt the highest respect,) "but I"d as lief yon Holdsworth had never come near us. So there you"ve a bit o" my mind." And a very unsatisfactory bit it was. I did not know what to answer to the glimpse at the real state of the case implied in the shrewd woman"s speech; so I tried to put her off by a.s.suming surprise at her first a.s.sertion.
"Amiss with Phillis! I should like to know why you think anything is wrong with her. She looks as blooming as any one can do."
"Poor lad! you"re but a big child after all; and you"ve likely never heared of a fever-flush. But you know better nor that, my fine fellow!
so don"t think for to put me off wi" blooms and blossoms and such-like talk. What makes her walk about for hours and hours o" nights when she used to be abed and asleep? I sleep next room to her, and hear her plain as can be. What makes her come in panting and ready to drop into that chair,"--nodding to one close to the door,--"and it"s "Oh! Betty, some water, please"? That"s the way she comes in now, when she used to come back as fresh and bright as she went out. If yon friend o" yours has played her false, he"s a deal for t" answer for; she"s a la.s.s who"s as sweet and as sound as a nut, and the very apple of her father"s eye, and of her mother"s too" only wi" her she ranks second to th" minister.
You"ll have to look after yon chap, for I, for one, will stand no wrong to our Phillis."
What was I to do, or to say? I wanted to justify Holdsworth, to keep Phillis"s secret, and to pacify the woman all in the same breath. I did not take the best course, I"m afraid.
"I don"t believe Holdsworth ever spoke a word of--of love to her in all his life. I"m sure he didn"t."
"Ay. Ay! but there"s eyes, and there"s hands, as well as tongues; and a man has two o" th" one and but one o" t"other."
"And she"s so young; do you suppose her parents would not have seen it?"
"Well! if you axe me that, I"ll say out boldly, "No". They"ve called her "the child" so long--"the child" is always their name for her when they talk on her between themselves, as if never anybody else had a ewe-lamb before them--that she"s grown up to be a woman under their very eyes, and they look on her still as if she were in her long clothes. And you ne"er heard on a man falling in love wi" a babby in long clothes!"
"No!" said I, half laughing. But she went on as grave as a judge.
"Ay! you see you"ll laugh at the bare thought on it--and I"ll be bound th" minister, though he"s not a laughing man, would ha" sniggled at th"
notion of falling in love wi" the child. Where"s Holdsworth off to?"
"Canada," said I, shortly.
"Canada here, Canada there," she replied, testily. "Tell me how far he"s off, instead of giving me your gibberish. Is he a two days"
journey away? or a three? or a week?"
"He"s ever so far off--three weeks at the least," cried I in despair.
"And he"s either married, or just going to be. So there." I expected a fresh burst of anger. But no; the matter was too serious. Betty sate down, and kept silence for a minute or two. She looked so miserable and downcast, that I could not help going on, and taking her a little into my confidence.
"It is quite true what I said. I know he never spoke a word to her. I think he liked her, but it"s all over now. The best thing we can do--the best and kindest for her--and I know you love her, Betty--"
"I nursed her in my arms; I gave her little brother his last taste o"
earthly food," said Betty, putting her ap.r.o.n up to her eyes.
"Well! don"t let us show her we guess that she is grieving; she"ll get over it the sooner. Her father and mother don"t even guess at it, and we must make as if we didn"t. It"s too late now to do anything else."
"I"ll never let on; I know nought. I"ve known true love mysel", in my day. But I wish he"d been farred before he ever came near this house, with his "Please Betty" this, and "Please Betty" that, and drinking up our new milk as if he"d been a cat. I hate such beguiling ways."
I thought it was as well to let her exhaust herself in abusing the absent Holdsworth; if it was shabby and treacherous in me, I came in for my punishment directly.
"It"s a caution to a man how he goes about beguiling. Some men do it as easy and innocent as cooing doves. Don"t you be none of "em, my lad.
Not that you"ve got the gifts to do it, either; you"re no great shakes to look at, neither for figure, nor yet for face, and it would need be a deaf adder to be taken in wi" your words, though there may be no great harm in em." A lad of nineteen or twenty is not flattered by such an out-spoken opinion even from the oldest and ugliest of her s.e.x; and I was only too glad to change the subject by my repeated injunctions to keep Phillis"s secret. The end of our conversation was this speech of hers,--
"You great gaupus, for all you"re called cousin o" th" minister--many a one is cursed wi" fools for cousins--d"ye think I can"t see sense except through your spectacles? I give you leave to cut out my tongue, and nail it up on th" barn-door for a caution to magpies, if I let out on that poor wench, either to herself, or any one that is hers, as the Bible says. Now you"ve heard me speak Scripture language, perhaps you"ll be content, and leave me my kitchen to myself."
During all these days, from the 5th of July to the 17th, I must have forgotten what Holdsworth had said about cards. And yet I think I could not have quite forgotten; but, once having told Phillis about his marriage, I must have looked upon the after consequence of cards as of no importance. At any rate they came upon me as a surprise at last. The penny-post reform, as people call it, had come into operation a short time before; but the never-ending stream of notes and letters which seem now to flow in upon most households had not yet begun its course; at least in those remote parts. There was a post-office at Hornby; and an old fellow, who stowed away the few letters in any or all his pockets, as it best suited him, was the letter-carrier to Heathbridge and the neighbourhood. I have often met him in the lanes thereabouts, and asked him for letters. Sometimes I have come upon him, sitting on the hedge-bank resting; and he has begged me to read him an address, too illegible for his spectacled eyes to decipher. When I used to inquire if he had anything for me, or for Holdsworth (he was not particular to whom he gave up the letters, so that he got rid of them somehow, and could set off homewards), he would say he thought that he had, for such was his invariable safe form of answer; and would fumble in breast-pockets, waistcoat-pockets, breeches-pockets, and, as a last resource, in coat-tail pockets; and at length try to comfort me, if I looked disappointed, by telling me, "Hoo had missed this toime, but was sure to write to-morrow;" "Hoo" representing an imaginary sweetheart.
Sometimes I had seen the minister bring home a letter which he had found lying for him at the little shop that was the post-office at Heathbridge, or from the grander establishment at Hornby. Once or twice Josiah, the carter, remembered that the old letter-carrier had trusted him with an epistle to "Measter", as they had met in the lanes. I think it must have been about ten days after my arrival at the farm, and my talk to Phillis cutting bread-and-b.u.t.ter at the kitchen dresser, before the day on which the minister suddenly spoke at the dinner-table, and said,--
"By-the-by, I"ve got a letter in my pocket. Reach me my coat here, Phillis." The weather was still sultry, and for coolness and ease the minister was sitting in his shirt-sleeves. "I went to Heathbridge about the paper they had sent me, which spoils all the pens--and I called at the post-office, and found a letter for me, unpaid,--and they did not like to trust it to old Zekiel. Ay! here it is! Now we shall hear news of Holdsworth,--I thought I"d keep it till we were all together." My heart seemed to stop beating, and I hung my head over my plate, not daring to look up. What would come of it now? What was Phillis doing?
How was she looking? A moment of suspense,--and then he spoke again.
"Why! what"s this? Here are two visiting tickets with his name on, no writing at all. No! it"s not his name on both. MRS Holdsworth! The young man has gone and got married." I lifted my head at these words; I could not help looking just for one instant at Phillis. It seemed to me as if she had been keeping watch over my face and ways. Her face was brilliantly flushed; her eyes were dry and glittering; but she did not speak; her lips were set together almost as if she was pinching them tight to prevent words or sounds coming out. Cousin Holman"s face expressed surprise and interest.
"Well!" said she, "who"d ha" thought it! He"s made quick work of his wooing and wedding. I"m sure I wish him happy. Let me see"--counting on her fingers,--"October, November, December, January, February, March, April, May, June, July,--at least we"re at the 28th,--it is nearly ten months after all, and reckon a month each way off--"
"Did you know of this news before?" said the minister, turning sharp round on me, surprised, I suppose, at my silence,--hardly suspicious, as yet.
"I knew--I had heard--something. It is to a French Canadian young lady," I went on, forcing myself to talk. "Her name is Ventadour."
"Lucille Ventadour!" said Phillis, in a sharp voice, out of tune.
"Then you knew too!" exclaimed the minister. We both spoke at once. I said, "I heard of the probability of--and told Phillis." She said, "He is married to Lucille Ventadour, of French descent; one of a large family near St. Meurice; am not I right?" I nodded "Paul told me,--that is all we know, is not it? Did you see the Howsons, father, in Heathbridge?" and she forced herself to talk more than she had done for several days, asking many questions, trying, as I could see, to keep the conversation off the one raw surface, on which to touch was agony.
I had less self-command; but I followed her lead. I was not so much absorbed in the conversation but what I could see that the minister was puzzled and uneasy; though he seconded Phillis"s efforts to prevent her mother from recurring to the great piece of news, and uttering continual exclamations of wonder and surprise. But with that one exception we were all disturbed out of our natural equanimity, more or less. Every day, every hour, I was reproaching myself more and more for my blundering officiousness. If only I had held my foolish tongue for that one half-hour; if only I had not been in such impatient haste to do something to relieve pain! I could have knocked my stupid head against the wall in my remorse. Yet all I could do now was to second the brave girl in her efforts to conceal her disappointment and keep her maidenly secret. But I thought that dinner would never, never come to an end. I suffered for her, even more than for myself. Until now everything which I had heard spoken in that happy household were simple words of true meaning. If we had aught to say, we said it; and if any one preferred silence, nay if all did so, there would have been no spasmodic, forced efforts to talk for the sake of talking, or to keep off intrusive thoughts or suspicions.
At length we got up from our places, and prepared to disperse; but two or three of us had lost our zest and interest in the daily labour. The minister stood looking out of the window in silence, and when he roused himself to go out to the fields where his labourers were working, it was with a sigh; and he tried to avert his troubled face as he pa.s.sed us on his way to the door. When he had left us, I caught sight of Phillis"s face, as, thinking herself un.o.bserved, her countenance relaxed for a moment or two into sad, woeful weariness. She started into briskness again when her mother spoke, and hurried away to do some little errand at her bidding. When we two were alone, cousin Holman recurred to Holdsworth"s marriage. She was one of those people who like to view an event from every side of probability, or even possibility; and she had been cut short from indulging herself in this way during dinner.
"To think of Mr Holdsworth"s being married! I can"t get over it, Paul.
Not but what he was a very nice young man! I don"t like her name, though; it sounds foreign. Say it again, my dear. I hope she"ll know how to take care of him, English fashion. He is not strong, and if she does not see that his things are well aired, I should be afraid of the old cough."
"He always said he was stronger than he had ever been before, after that fever." "He might think so, but I have my doubts. He was a very pleasant young man, but he did not stand nursing very well. He got tired of being coddled, as he called it. I hope they"ll soon come back to England, and then he"ll have a chance for his health. I wonder now, if she speaks English; but, to be sure, he can speak foreign tongues like anything, as I"ve heard the minister say." And so we went on for some time, till she became drowsy over her knitting, on the sultry summer afternoon; and I stole away for a walk, for I wanted some solitude in which to think over things, and, alas! to blame myself with poignant stabs of remorse.
I lounged lazily as soon as I got to the wood. Here and there the bubbling, brawling brook circled round a great stone, or a root of an old tree, and made a pool; otherwise it coursed brightly over the gravel and stones. I stood by one of these for more than half an hour, or, indeed, longer, throwing bits of wood or pebbles into the water, and wondering what I could do to remedy the present state of things. Of course all my meditation was of no use; and at length the distant sound of the horn employed to tell the men far afield to leave off work, warned me that it was six o"clock, and time for me to go home. Then I caught wafts of the loud-voiced singing of the evening psalm. As I was crossing the Ashfield, I saw the minister at some distance talking to a man. I could not hear what they were saying, but I saw an impatient or dissentient (I could not tell which) gesture on the part of the former, who walked quickly away, and was apparently absorbed in his thoughts, for though he pa.s.sed within twenty yards of me, as both our paths converged towards home, he took no notice of me. We pa.s.sed the evening in a way which was even worse than dinner-time. The minister was silent, depressed, even irritable. Poor cousin Holman was utterly perplexed by this unusual frame of mind and temper in her husband; she was not well herself, and was suffering from the extreme and sultry heat, which made her less talkative than usual. Phillis, usually so reverently tender to her parents, so soft, so gentle, seemed now to take no notice of the unusual state of things, but talked to me--to any one, on indifferent subjects, regardless of her father"s gravity, of her mother"s piteous looks of bewilderment. But once my eyes fell upon her hands, concealed under the table, and I could see the pa.s.sionate, convulsive manner in which she laced and interlaced her fingers perpetually, wringing them together from time to time, wringing till the compressed flesh became perfectly white. What could I do? I talked with her, as I saw she wished; her grey eyes had dark circles round them and a strange kind of dark light in them; her cheeks were flushed, but her lips were white and wan. I wondered that others did not read these signs as clearly as I did. But perhaps they did; I think, from what came afterwards, the minister did. Poor cousin Holman! she worshipped her husband; and the outward signs of his uneasiness were more patent to her simple heart than were her daughter"s. After a while she could bear it no longer. She got up, and, softly laying her hand on his broad stooping shoulder, she said,--
"What is the matter, minister? Has anything gone wrong?"
He started as if from a dream. Phillis hung her head, and caught her breath in terror at the answer she feared. But he, looking round with a sweeping glance, turned his broad, wise face up to his anxious wife, and forced a smile, and took her hand in a rea.s.suring manner.
"I am blaming myself, dear. I have been overcome with anger this afternoon. I scarcely knew what I was doing, but I turned away Timothy Cooper. He has killed the Ribstone pippin at the corner of the orchard; gone and piled the quicklime for the mortar for the new stable wall against the trunk of the tree--stupid fellow! killed the tree outright--and it loaded with apples!"
"And Ribstone pippins are so scarce," said sympathetic cousin Holman.
"Ay! But Timothy is but a half-wit; and he has a wife and children. He had often put me to it sore, with his slothful ways, but I had laid it before the Lord, and striven to bear with him. But I will not stand it any longer, it"s past my patience. And he has notice to find another place. Wife, we won"t talk more about it." He took her hand gently off his shoulder, touched it with his lips; but relapsed into a silence as profound, if not quite so morose in appearance, as before. I could not tell why, but this bit of talk between her father and mother seemed to take all the fact.i.tious spirits out of Phillis. She did not speak now, but looked out of the open cas.e.m.e.nt at the calm large moon, slowly moving through the twilight sky. Once I thought her eyes were filling with tears; but, if so, she shook them off, and arose with alacrity when her mother, tired and dispirited, proposed to go to bed immediately after prayers. We all said good-night in our separate ways to the minister, who still sate at the table with the great Bible open before him, not much looking up at any of our salutations, but returning them kindly. But when I, last of all, was on the point of leaving the room, he said, still scarcely looking up,--
"Paul, you will oblige me by staying here a few minutes. I would fain have some talk with you."
I knew what was coming, all in a moment. I carefully shut-to the door, put out my candle, and sate down to my fate. He seemed to find some difficulty in beginning, for, if I had not heard that he wanted to speak to me, I should never have guessed it, he seemed so much absorbed in reading a chapter to the end. Suddenly he lifted his head up and said,--
"It is about that friend of yours, Holdsworth! Paul, have you any reason for thinking he has played tricks upon Phillis?" I saw that his eyes were blazing with such a fire of anger at the bare idea, that I lost all my presence of mind, and only repeated,--
"Played tricks on Phillis!"
"Ay! you know what I mean: made love to her, courted her, made her think that he loved her, and then gone away and left her. Put it as you will, only give me an answer of some kind or another--a true answer, I mean--and don"t repeat my words, Paul."
He was shaking all over as he said this. I did not delay a moment in answering him,--
"I do not believe that Edward Holdsworth ever played tricks on Phillis, ever made love to her; he never, to my knowledge, made her believe that he loved her."