"No; but lately he has often talked of robbery. He is very poor, sir.
And when I saw his eye, and when afterwards, while your back was turned, he took the key from the door, I felt that--that you were in danger."
"Good girl--go on."
"I told him so when we went up-stairs. I did not know what to believe, when he said he would not hurt you; but I stole the key of the front door, which he had thrown on the table, and went to my room. I listened at my door; I heard him go down the stairs--he stopped there for some time; and I watched him from above. The place where he was opened to the field by the back-way. After some time, I heard a voice whisper him; I knew the voice, and then they both went out by the back-way; so I stole down, and went out and listened; and I knew the other man was John Walters. I"m afraid of _him_, sir. And then Walters said, says he, "I will get the hammer, and, sleep or wake, we"ll do it." And father said, "It"s in the shed." So I saw there was no time to be lost, sir, and--and--but you know all the rest."
"But how did you escape?"
"Oh, my father, after talking to Walters, came to my room, and beat and--and--frightened me; and when he was gone to bed, I put on my clothes, and stole out; it was just light; and I walked on till I met you."
"Poor child, in what a den of vice you have been brought up!"
"Anan, sir."
"She don"t understand me. Have you been taught to read and write?"
"Oh no!"
"But I suppose you have been taught, at least, to say your catechism--and you pray sometimes?"
"I have prayed to father not to beat me."
"But to G.o.d?"
"G.o.d, sir--what is that?"*
* This ignorance--indeed the whole sketch of Alice--is from the life; nor is such ignorance, accompanied by what almost seems an instinctive or intuitive notion of right or wrong, very uncommon, as our police reports can testify. In the _Examiner_ for, I think, the year 1835, will be found the case of a young girl ill-treated by her father, whose answers to the interrogatories of the magistrate are very similar to those of Alice to the questions of Maltravers.
Maltravers drew back, shocked and appalled. Premature philosopher as he was, this depth of ignorance perplexed his wisdom. He had read all the disputes of schoolmen, whether or not the notion of a Supreme Being is innate; but he had never before been brought face to face with a living creature who was unconscious of a G.o.d.
After a pause, he said: "My poor girl, we misunderstand each other. You know that there is a G.o.d?"
"No, sir."
"Did no one ever tell you who made the stars you now survey--the earth on which you tread?"
"No."
"And have you never thought about it yourself?"
"Why should I? What has that to do with being cold and hungry?"
Maltravers looked incredulous. "You see that great building, with the spire rising in the starlight?"
"Yes, sir, sure."
"What is it called?"
"Why, a church."
"Did you never go into it?"
"No."
"What do people do there?"
"Father says one man talks nonsense, and the other folk listen to him."
"Your father is--no matter. Good heavens! what shall I do with this unhappy child?"
"Yes, sir, I am very unhappy," said Alice, catching at the last words; and the tears rolled silently down her cheeks.
Maltravers never was more touched in his life. Whatever thoughts of gallantry might have entered his young head, had he found Alice such as he might reasonably have expected, he now felt that there was a kind of sanct.i.ty in her ignorance; and his grat.i.tude and kindly sentiment towards her took almost a brotherly aspect.--"You know, at least, what school is?" he asked.
"Yes, I have talked with girls who go to school."
"Would you like to go there, too?"
"Oh, no, sir, pray not!"
"What should you like to do, then? Speak out, child. I owe you so much, that I should be too happy to make you comfortable and contented in your own way."
"I should like to live with you, sir." Maltravers started, and half smiled, and coloured. But looking on her eyes, which were fixed earnestly on his, there was so much artlessness in their soft, unconscious gaze, that he saw she was wholly ignorant of the interpretation that might be put upon so candid a confession.
I have said that Maltravers was a wild, enthusiastic, odd being--he was, in fact, full of strange German romance and metaphysical speculations.
He had once shut himself up for months to study astrology--and been even suspected of a serious hunt after the philosopher"s stone; another time he had narrowly escaped with life and liberty from a frantic conspiracy of the young republicans of his university, in which, being bolder and madder than most of them, he had been an active ringleader; it was, indeed, some such folly that had compelled him to quit Germany sooner than himself or his parents desired. He had nothing of the sober Englishman about him. Whatever was strange and eccentric had an irresistible charm for Ernest Maltravers. And agreeably to this disposition, he now revolved an idea that enchanted his mobile and fantastic philosophy. He himself would educate this charming girl--he would write fair and heavenly characters upon this blank page--he would act the Saint Preux to this Julie of Nature. Alas, he did not think of the result which the parallel should have suggested. At that age, Ernest Maltravers never damped the ardour of an experiment by the antic.i.p.ation of consequences.
"So," he said, after a short reverie, "so you would like to live with me? But, Alice, we must not fall in love with each other."
"I don"t understand, sir."
"Never mind," said Maltravers, a little disconcerted.
"I always wished to go into service."
"Ha!"
"And you would be a kind master."
Maltravers was half disenchanted.
"No very flattering preference," thought he: "so much the safer for us.
Well, Alice, it shall be as you wish. Are you comfortable where you are, in your new lodgings?"
"No."
"Why, they do not insult you?"
"No; but they make a noise, and I like to be quiet to think of you."