VIII. THE EVENTS OF EIGHTEEN DAYS
1. FROM THE THIRD TO THE NINETEENTH OF SEPTEMBER
Miss Aldclyffe"s tenderness towards Cytherea, between the hours of her irascibility, increased till it became no less than doting fondness.
Like Nature in the tropics, with her hurricanes and the subsequent luxuriant vegetation effacing their ravages, Miss Aldclyffe compensated for her outbursts by excess of generosity afterwards. She seemed to be completely won out of herself by close contact with a young woman whose modesty was absolutely unimpaired, and whose artlessness was as perfect as was compatible with the complexity necessary to produce the due charm of womanhood. Cytherea, on her part, perceived with honest satisfaction that her influence for good over Miss Aldclyffe was considerable. Ideas and habits peculiar to the younger, which the elder lady had originally imitated as a mere whim, she grew in course of time to take a positive delight in. Among others were evening and morning prayers, dreaming over out-door scenes, learning a verse from some poem whilst dressing.
Yet try to force her sympathies as much as she would, Cytherea could feel no more than thankful for this, even if she always felt as much as thankful. The mysterious cloud hanging over the past life of her companion, of which the uncertain light already thrown upon it only seemed to render still darker the unpenetrated remainder, nourished in her a feeling which was scarcely too slight to be called dread. She would have infinitely preferred to be treated distantly, as the mere dependent, by such a changeable nature--like a fountain, always herself, yet always another. That a crime of any deep dye had ever been perpetrated or partic.i.p.ated in by her namesake, she would not believe; but the reckless adventuring of the lady"s youth seemed connected with deeds of darkness rather than of light.
Sometimes Miss Aldclyffe appeared to be on the point of making some absorbing confidence, but reflection invariably restrained her. Cytherea hoped that such a confidence would come with time, and that she might thus be a means of soothing a mind which had obviously known extreme suffering.
But Miss Aldclyffe"s reticence concerning her past was not imitated by Cytherea. Though she never disclosed the one fact of her knowledge that the love-suit between Miss Aldclyffe and her father terminated abnormally, the maiden"s natural ingenuousness on subjects not set down for special guard had enabled Miss Aldclyffe to worm from her, fragment by fragment, every detail of her father"s history. Cytherea saw how deeply Miss Aldclyffe sympathized--and it compensated her, to some extent, for the hasty resentments of other times.
Thus uncertainly she lived on. It was perceived by the servants of the House that some secret bond of connection existed between Miss Aldclyffe and her companion. But they were woman and woman, not woman and man, the facts were ethereal and refined, and so they could not be worked up into a taking story. Whether, as old critics disputed, a supernatural machinery be necessary to an epic or no, an unG.o.dly machinery is decidedly necessary to a scandal.
Another letter had come to her from Edward--very short, but full of entreaty, asking why she would not write just one line--just one line of cold friendship at least? She then allowed herself to think, little by little, whether she had not perhaps been too harsh with him; and at last wondered if he were really much to blame for being engaged to another woman. "Ah, Brain, there is one in me stronger than you!" she said. The young maid now continually pulled out his letter, read it and re-read it, almost crying with pity the while, to think what wretched suspense he must be enduring at her silence, till her heart chid her for her cruelty. She felt that she must send him a line--one little line--just a wee line to keep him alive, poor thing; sighing like Donna Clara--
"Ah, were he now before me, In spite of injured pride, I fear my eyes would pardon Before my tongue could chide."
2. SEPTEMBER THE TWENTIETH. THREE TO FOUR P.M.
It was the third week in September, about five weeks after Cytherea"s arrival, when Miss Aldclyffe requested her one day to go through the village of Carriford and a.s.sist herself in collecting the subscriptions made by some of the inhabitants of the parish to a religious society she patronized. Miss Aldclyffe formed one of what was called a Ladies"
a.s.sociation, each member of which collected tributary streams of shillings from her inferiors, to add to her own pound at the end.
Miss Aldclyffe took particular interest in Cytherea"s appearance that afternoon, and the object of her attention was, indeed, gratifying to look at. The sight of the lithe girl, set off by an airy dress, coquettish jacket, flexible hat, a ray of starlight in each eye and a war of lilies and roses in each cheek, was a palpable pleasure to the mistress of the mansion, yet a pleasure which appeared to partake less of the nature of affectionate satisfaction than of mental gratification.
Eight names were printed in the report as belonging to Miss Aldclyffe"s list, with the amount of subscription-money attached to each.
"I will collect the first four, whilst you do the same with the last four," said Miss Aldclyffe.
The names of two tradespeople stood first in Cytherea"s share: then came a Miss Hinton: last of all in the printed list was Mr. Springrove the elder. Underneath his name was pencilled, in Miss Aldclyffe"s handwriting, "Mr. Manston."
Manston had arrived on the estate, in the capacity of steward, three or four days previously, and occupied the old manor-house, which had been altered and repaired for his reception.
"Call on Mr. Manston," said the lady impressively, looking at the name written under Cytherea"s portion of the list.
"But he does not subscribe yet?"
"I know it; but call and leave him a report. Don"t forget it."
"Say you would be pleased if he would subscribe?"
"Yes--say I should be pleased if he would," repeated Miss Aldclyffe, smiling. "Good-bye. Don"t hurry in your walk. If you can"t get easily through your task to-day put off some of it till to-morrow."
Each then started on her rounds: Cytherea going in the first place to the old manor-house. Mr. Manston was not indoors, which was a relief to her. She called then on the two gentleman-farmers" wives, who soon transacted their business with her, frigidly indifferent to her personality. A person who socially is nothing is thought less of by people who are not much than by those who are a great deal.
She then turned towards Peakhill Cottage, the residence of Miss Hinton, who lived there happily enough, with an elderly servant and a house-dog as companions. Her father, and last remaining parent, had retired thither four years before this time, after having filled the post of editor to the Casterbridge Chronicle for eighteen or twenty years. There he died soon after, and though comparatively a poor man, he left his daughter sufficiently well provided for as a modest fundholder and claimant of sundry small sums in dividends to maintain herself as mistress at Peakhill.
At Cytherea"s knock an inner door was heard to open and close, and footsteps crossed the pa.s.sage hesitatingly. The next minute Cytherea stood face to face with the lady herself.
Adelaide Hinton was about nine-and-twenty years of age. Her hair was plentiful, like Cytherea"s own; her teeth equalled Cytherea"s in regularity and whiteness. But she was much paler, and had features too transparent to be in place among household surroundings. Her mouth expressed love less forcibly than Cytherea"s, and, as a natural result of her greater maturity, her tread was less elastic, and she was more self-possessed.
She had been a girl of that kind which mothers praise as not forward, by way of contrast, when disparaging those warmer ones with whom loving is an end and not a means. Men of forty, too, said of her, "a good sensible wife for any man, if she cares to marry," the caring to marry being thrown in as the vaguest hypothesis, because she was so practical.
Yet it would be singular if, in such cases, the important subject of marriage should be excluded from manipulation by hands that are ready for practical performance in every domestic concern besides.
Cytherea was an acquisition, and the greeting was hearty.
"Good afternoon! O yes--Miss Graye, from Miss Aldclyffe"s. I have seen you at church, and I am so glad you have called! Come in. I wonder if I have change enough to pay my subscription." She spoke girlishly.
Adelaide, when in the company of a younger woman, always levelled herself down to that younger woman"s age from a sense of justice to herself--as if, though not her own age at common law, it was in equity.
"It doesn"t matter. I"ll come again."
"Yes, do at any time; not only on this errand. But you must step in for a minute. Do."
"I have been wanting to come for several weeks."
"That"s right. Now you must see my house--lonely, isn"t it, for a single person? People said it was odd for a young woman like me to keep on a house; but what did I care? If you knew the pleasure of locking up your own door, with the sensation that you reigned supreme inside it, you would say it was worth the risk of being called odd. Mr. Springrove attends to my gardening, the dog attends to robbers, and whenever there is a snake or toad to kill, Jane does it."
"How nice! It is better than living in a town."
"Far better. A town makes a cynic of me."
The remark recalled, somewhat startlingly, to Cytherea"s mind, that Edward had used those very words to herself one evening at Budmouth.
Miss Hinton opened an interior door and led her visitor into a small drawing-room commanding a view of the country for miles.
The missionary business was soon settled; but the chat continued.
"How lonely it must be here at night!" said Cytherea. "Aren"t you afraid?"
"At first I was, slightly. But I got used to the solitude. And you know a sort of commonsense will creep even into timidity. I say to myself sometimes at night, "If I were anybody but a harmless woman, not worth the trouble of a worm"s ghost to appear to me, I should think that every sound I hear was a spirit." But you must see all over my house."
Cytherea was highly interested in seeing.
"I say you _must_ do this, and you _must_ do that, as if you were a child," remarked Adelaide. "A privileged friend of mine tells me this use of the imperative comes of being so constantly in n.o.body"s society but my own."
"Ah, yes. I suppose she is right."
Cytherea called the friend "she" by a rule of ladylike practice; for a woman"s "friend" is delicately a.s.sumed by another friend to be of their own s.e.x in the absence of knowledge to the contrary; just as cats are called she"s until they prove themselves he"s.
Miss Hinton laughed mysteriously.
"I get a humorous reproof for it now and then, I a.s.sure you," she continued.