"Why, "tis neighbour Poorgra.s.s!" said Mark Clark. "I"m sure your face don"t praise your mistress"s table, Joseph."
"I"ve had a very pale companion for the last four miles," said Joseph, indulging in a shudder toned down by resignation. "And to speak the truth, "twas beginning to tell upon me. I a.s.sure ye, I ha"n"t seed the colour of victuals or drink since breakfast time this morning, and that was no more than a dew-bit afield."
"Then drink, Joseph, and don"t restrain yourself!" said Coggan, handing him a hooped mug three-quarters full.
Joseph drank for a moderately long time, then for a longer time, saying, as he lowered the jug, ""Tis pretty drinking--very pretty drinking, and is more than cheerful on my melancholy errand, so to speak it."
"True, drink is a pleasant delight," said Jan, as one who repeated a truism so familiar to his brain that he hardly noticed its pa.s.sage over his tongue; and, lifting the cup, Coggan tilted his head gradually backwards, with closed eyes, that his expectant soul might not be diverted for one instant from its bliss by irrelevant surroundings.
"Well, I must be on again," said Poorgra.s.s. "Not but that I should like another nip with ye; but the parish might lose confidence in me if I was seed here."
"Where be ye trading o"t to to-day, then, Joseph?"
"Back to Weatherbury. I"ve got poor little f.a.n.n.y Robin in my waggon outside, and I must be at the churchyard gates at a quarter to five with her."
"Ay--I"ve heard of it. And so she"s nailed up in parish boards after all, and n.o.body to pay the bell shilling and the grave half-crown."
"The parish pays the grave half-crown, but not the bell shilling, because the bell"s a luxery: but "a can hardly do without the grave, poor body. However, I expect our mistress will pay all."
"A pretty maid as ever I see! But what"s yer hurry, Joseph? The pore woman"s dead, and you can"t bring her to life, and you may as well sit down comfortable, and finish another with us."
"I don"t mind taking just the least thimbleful ye can dream of more with ye, sonnies. But only a few minutes, because "tis as "tis."
"Of course, you"ll have another drop. A man"s twice the man afterwards. You feel so warm and glorious, and you whop and slap at your work without any trouble, and everything goes on like sticks a-breaking. Too much liquor is bad, and leads us to that horned man in the smoky house; but after all, many people haven"t the gift of enjoying a wet, and since we be highly favoured with a power that way, we should make the most o"t."
"True," said Mark Clark. ""Tis a talent the Lord has mercifully bestowed upon us, and we ought not to neglect it. But, what with the parsons and clerks and school-people and serious tea-parties, the merry old ways of good life have gone to the dogs--upon my carcase, they have!"
"Well, really, I must be onward again now," said Joseph.
"Now, now, Joseph; nonsense! The poor woman is dead, isn"t she, and what"s your hurry?"
"Well, I hope Providence won"t be in a way with me for my doings,"
said Joseph, again sitting down. "I"ve been troubled with weak moments lately, "tis true. I"ve been drinky once this month already, and I did not go to church a-Sunday, and I dropped a curse or two yesterday; so I don"t want to go too far for my safety. Your next world is your next world, and not to be squandered offhand."
"I believe ye to be a chapelmember, Joseph. That I do."
"Oh, no, no! I don"t go so far as that."
"For my part," said Coggan, "I"m staunch Church of England."
"Ay, and faith, so be I," said Mark Clark.
"I won"t say much for myself; I don"t wish to," Coggan continued, with that tendency to talk on principles which is characteristic of the barley-corn. "But I"ve never changed a single doctrine: I"ve stuck like a plaster to the old faith I was born in. Yes; there"s this to be said for the Church, a man can belong to the Church and bide in his cheerful old inn, and never trouble or worry his mind about doctrines at all. But to be a meetinger, you must go to chapel in all winds and weathers, and make yerself as frantic as a skit.
Not but that chapel members be clever chaps enough in their way.
They can lift up beautiful prayers out of their own heads, all about their families and shipwrecks in the newspaper."
"They can--they can," said Mark Clark, with corroborative feeling; "but we Churchmen, you see, must have it all printed aforehand, or, dang it all, we should no more know what to say to a great gaffer like the Lord than babes unborn."
"Chapelfolk be more hand-in-glove with them above than we," said Joseph, thoughtfully.
"Yes," said Coggan. "We know very well that if anybody do go to heaven, they will. They"ve worked hard for it, and they deserve to have it, such as "tis. I bain"t such a fool as to pretend that we who stick to the Church have the same chance as they, because we know we have not. But I hate a feller who"ll change his old ancient doctrines for the sake of getting to heaven. I"d as soon turn king"s-evidence for the few pounds you get. Why, neighbours, when every one of my taties were frosted, our Parson Thirdly were the man who gave me a sack for seed, though he hardly had one for his own use, and no money to buy "em. If it hadn"t been for him, I shouldn"t hae had a tatie to put in my garden. D"ye think I"d turn after that?
No, I"ll stick to my side; and if we be in the wrong, so be it: I"ll fall with the fallen!"
"Well said--very well said," observed Joseph.--"However, folks, I must be moving now: upon my life I must. Pa"son Thirdly will be waiting at the church gates, and there"s the woman a-biding outside in the waggon."
"Joseph Poorgra.s.s, don"t be so miserable! Pa"son Thirdly won"t mind.
He"s a generous man; he"s found me in tracts for years, and I"ve consumed a good many in the course of a long and shady life; but he"s never been the man to cry out at the expense. Sit down."
The longer Joseph Poorgra.s.s remained, the less his spirit was troubled by the duties which devolved upon him this afternoon.
The minutes glided by uncounted, until the evening shades began perceptibly to deepen, and the eyes of the three were but sparkling points on the surface of darkness. Coggan"s repeater struck six from his pocket in the usual still small tones.
At that moment hasty steps were heard in the entry, and the door opened to admit the figure of Gabriel Oak, followed by the maid of the inn bearing a candle. He stared sternly at the one lengthy and two round faces of the sitters, which confronted him with the expressions of a fiddle and a couple of warming-pans. Joseph Poorgra.s.s blinked, and shrank several inches into the background.
"Upon my soul, I"m ashamed of you; "tis disgraceful, Joseph, disgraceful!" said Gabriel, indignantly. "Coggan, you call yourself a man, and don"t know better than this."
Coggan looked up indefinitely at Oak, one or other of his eyes occasionally opening and closing of its own accord, as if it were not a member, but a dozy individual with a distinct personality.
"Don"t take on so, shepherd!" said Mark Clark, looking reproachfully at the candle, which appeared to possess special features of interest for his eyes.
"n.o.body can hurt a dead woman," at length said Coggan, with the precision of a machine. "All that could be done for her is done--she"s beyond us: and why should a man put himself in a tearing hurry for lifeless clay that can neither feel nor see, and don"t know what you do with her at all? If she"d been alive, I would have been the first to help her. If she now wanted victuals and drink, I"d pay for it, money down. But she"s dead, and no speed of ours will bring her to life. The woman"s past us--time spent upon her is throwed away: why should we hurry to do what"s not required? Drink, shepherd, and be friends, for to-morrow we may be like her."
"We may," added Mark Clark, emphatically, at once drinking himself, to run no further risk of losing his chance by the event alluded to, Jan meanwhile merging his additional thoughts of to-morrow in a song:--
To-mor-row, to-mor-row!
And while peace and plen-ty I find at my board, With a heart free from sick-ness and sor-row, With my friends will I share what to-day may af-ford, And let them spread the ta-ble to-mor-row.
To-mor-row", to-mor--
"Do hold thy horning, Jan!" said Oak; and turning upon Poorgra.s.s, "as for you, Joseph, who do your wicked deeds in such confoundedly holy ways, you are as drunk as you can stand."
"No, Shepherd Oak, no! Listen to reason, shepherd. All that"s the matter with me is the affliction called a multiplying eye, and that"s how it is I look double to you--I mean, you look double to me."
"A multiplying eye is a very bad thing," said Mark Clark.
"It always comes on when I have been in a public-house a little time," said Joseph Poorgra.s.s, meekly. "Yes; I see two of every sort, as if I were some holy man living in the times of King Noah and entering into the ark.... Y-y-y-yes," he added, becoming much affected by the picture of himself as a person thrown away, and shedding tears; "I feel too good for England: I ought to have lived in Genesis by rights, like the other men of sacrifice, and then I shouldn"t have b-b-been called a d-d-drunkard in such a way!"
"I wish you"d show yourself a man of spirit, and not sit whining there!"
"Show myself a man of spirit? ... Ah, well! let me take the name of drunkard humbly--let me be a man of contrite knees--let it be! I know that I always do say "Please G.o.d" afore I do anything, from my getting up to my going down of the same, and I be willing to take as much disgrace as there is in that holy act. Hah, yes! ... But not a man of spirit? Have I ever allowed the toe of pride to be lifted against my hinder parts without groaning manfully that I question the right to do so? I inquire that query boldly?"
"We can"t say that you have, Hero Poorgra.s.s," admitted Jan.
"Never have I allowed such treatment to pa.s.s unquestioned! Yet the shepherd says in the face of that rich testimony that I be not a man of spirit! Well, let it pa.s.s by, and death is a kind friend!"
Gabriel, seeing that neither of the three was in a fit state to take charge of the waggon for the remainder of the journey, made no reply, but, closing the door again upon them, went across to where the vehicle stood, now getting indistinct in the fog and gloom of this mildewy time. He pulled the horse"s head from the large patch of turf it had eaten bare, readjusted the boughs over the coffin, and drove along through the unwholesome night.
It had gradually become rumoured in the village that the body to be brought and buried that day was all that was left of the unfortunate f.a.n.n.y Robin who had followed the Eleventh from Casterbridge through Melchester and onwards. But, thanks to Boldwood"s reticence and Oak"s generosity, the lover she had followed had never been individualized as Troy. Gabriel hoped that the whole truth of the matter might not be published till at any rate the girl had been in her grave for a few days, when the interposing barriers of earth and time, and a sense that the events had been somewhat shut into oblivion, would deaden the sting that revelation and invidious remark would have for Bathsheba just now.