"Hannah, is this right? She is my wife; she promised to obey me, and she defies me--I ask you is this right?"
"Yes, Mr. Brudenell. When she is your acknowledged wife, in your house, then she will obey and never "defy" you, as you call it; but now it is quite different; she has not the shield of your name, and she must take care of her own self-respect until you relieve her of the charge," said the elder sister gravely.
"Hannah, you are a terrible duenna! You would be an acquisition to some crabbed old Spaniard who had a beautiful young wife to look after! Now I want you to tell me how on earth my burning up that old loom and wheel, and putting a little comfortable furniture in this room, and paying you sufficient to support you both, can possibly hurt her self-respect?"
demanded Herman.
"It will do more than that! it will hurt her character, Mr. Brudenell; and that should be as dear to you as to herself."
"It is! it is the dearest thing in life to me! But how should what I propose to do hurt either her self-respect or her character? You have not told me that yet!"
"This way, Mr. Brudenell! If we were to accept your offers, our neighbors would talk of us."
"Neighbors! why, Hannah, what neighbors have you? In all the months that I have been coming here, I have not chanced to meet a single soul!"
"No, you have not. And if you had, once in a way, met anyone here, they would have taken you to be a mere pa.s.ser-by resting yourself in our hut; but if you were to make us as comfortable as you wish, why the very first chance visitor to the hut who would see that the loom and the spinning-wheel and old furniture were gone, and were replaced by the fine carpet, curtains, chairs, and sofa that you wish to give us, would go away and tell the wonder. And people would say: "Where did Hannah Worth get these things?" or, "How do they live?" or, "Who supports those girls?" and so on. Now, Mr. Brudenell, those are questions I will not have asked about myself and my sister, and that you ought not to wish to have asked about your wife!"
"Hannah, you are quite right! You always are! And yet it distresses me to see you living and working as you do."
"We are inured to it, Mr. Brudenell."
"But it will not be for long, Hannah. Very soon my mother and sisters go to take possession of their new house in Washington. When they have left Brudenell I will announce our marriage and bring you and your sister home."
"Not me, Mr. Brudenell! I have said before that in marrying Nora you did not marry all her poor relatives. I have told you that I will not share the splendors of Nora"s destiny. No one shall have reason to say of me, as they would say if I went home with you, that I had connived at the young heir"s secret marriage with my sister for the sake of securing a luxurious home for myself. No, Mr. Brudenell, Nora is beautiful, and it is not unnatural that she should have made a high match; and the world will soon forgive her for it and forget her humble origin. But I am a plain, rude, hard-working woman; am engaged to a man as poor, as rugged, and toil-worn as myself. We would be strangely out of place in your mansion, subjected to the comments of your friends. We will never intrude there. I shall remain here at my weaving until the time comes, if it ever should come, when Reuben and myself may marry, and then, if possible, we will go to the West, to better ourselves in a better country."
"Well, Hannah, well, if such be your final determination, you will allow me at least to do something towards expediting your marriage. I can advance such a sum to Reuben Gray as will enable him to marry, and take you and all his own brothers and sisters to the rich lands of the West, where, instead of being enc.u.mbrances, they will be great helps to him; for there is to be found much work for every pair of hands, young or old, male or female," said the young man, not displeased, perhaps, to provide for his wife"s poor relations at a distance from which they would not be likely ever to enter his sphere.
Hannah reflected for a moment and then said:
"I thank you very much for that offer, Mr. Brudenell. It was the wisest and kindest, both for yourself and us, that you could have made. And I think that if we could see our way through repaying the advance, we would gratefully accept it."
"Never trouble yourself about the repayment! Talk to Gray, and then, when my mother has gone, send him up to talk to me," said Herman.
To all this Nora said nothing. She sat silently, with her head resting upon her hand, and a heavy weight at her heart, such as she always felt when their future was spoken of. To her inner vision a heavy cloud that would not disperse always rested on that future.
Thus the matter rested for the present.
Herman continued his daily visits to the sisters, and longed impatiently for the time when he should feel free to acknowledge his beautiful young peasant-wife and place her at the head of his princely establishment.
These daily visits of the young heir to the poor sisters attracted no general attention. The hut on the hill was so remote from any road or any dwelling-house that few persons pa.s.sed near it, and fewer still entered its door.
It was near the middle of December, when Mrs. Brudenell was busy with her last preparations for her removal, that the first rumor of Herman"s visits to the hut reached her.
She was in the housekeeper"s room, superintending in person the selection of certain choice pots of domestic sweetmeats from the family stores to be taken to the town-house, when Mrs. Spicer, who was attending her, said:
"If you please, ma"am, there"s Jem Morris been waiting in the kitchen all the morning to see you."
"Ah! What does he want? A job, I suppose. Well, tell him to come in here," said the lady carelessly, as she scrutinized the label upon a jar of red currant jelly.
The housekeeper left the room to obey, and returned ushering in an individual who, as he performs an important part in this history, deserves some special notice.
He was a mulatto, between forty-five and fifty years of age, of medium size, and regular features, with a quant.i.ty of woolly hair and beard that hung down upon his breast. He was neatly dressed in the gray homespun cloth of the country, and entered with a smiling countenance and respectful manner. Upon the whole he was rather a good-looking and pleasing darky. He was a character, too, in his way. He possessed a fair amount of intellect, and a considerable fund of general information. He had contrived, somehow or other, to read and write; and he would read everything he could lay his hands on, from the Bible to the almanac. He had formed his own opinions upon most of the subjects that interest society, and he expressed them freely. He kept himself well posted up in the politics of the day, and was ready to discuss them with anyone who would enter into the debate.
He had a high appreciation of himself, and also a deep veneration for his superiors. And thus it happened that, when in the presence of his betters, he maintained a certain sort of droll dignity in himself while treating them with the utmost deference. He was faithful in his dealings with his numerous employers, all of whom he looked upon as so many helpless dependents under his protection, for whose well-being in certain respects he was strictly responsible. So much for his character.
In circ.u.mstances he was a free man, living with his wife and children, who were also free, in a small house on Mr. Brudenell"s estate, and supporting his family by such a very great variety of labor as had earned for him the t.i.tle of "Professor of Odd Jobs." It was young Herman Brudenell, when a boy, who gave him this t.i.tle, which, from its singular appropriateness, stuck to him; for he could, as he expressed it himself, "do anything as any other man could do." He could shoe a horse, doctor a cow, mend a fence, make a boot, set a bone, fix a lock, draw a tooth, roof a cabin, drive a carriage, put up a chimney, glaze a window, lay a hearth, play a fiddle, or preach a sermon. He could do all these things, and many others besides too numerous to mention, and he did do them for the population of the whole neighborhood, who, having no regular mechanics, gave this "Jack of all Trades" a plenty of work. This universal usefulness won for him, as I said, the t.i.tle of "Professor of Odd Jobs." This was soon abbreviated to the simple "Professor," which had a singular significance also when applied to one who, in addition to all his other excellencies, believed himself to be pretty well posted up in law, physic, and theology, upon either of which he would stop in his work to hold forth to anyone who would listen.
Finally, there was another little peculiarity about the manner of the professor. In his excessive agreeability he would always preface his answer to any observation whatever with some sort of a.s.sent, such as "yes, sir," or "yes, madam," right or wrong.
This morning the professor entered the presence of Mrs. Brudenell, hat in hand, smiling and respectful.
"Well, Morris, who has brought you here this morning?" inquired the lady.
"Yes, madam. I been thinkin" about you, and should a-been here "fore this to see after your affairs, on"y I had to go over to Colonel Mervin"s to give one of his horses a draught, and then to stop at the colored, people"s meetin" house to lead the exercises, and afterwards to call at the Miss Worthses to mend Miss Hannah"s loom and put a few new spokes in Miss Nora"s wheel. And so many people"s been after me to do jobs that I"m fairly torn to pieces among um. And it"s "Professor" here, and "Professor" there, and "Professor" everywhere, till I think my senses will leave me, ma"am."
"Then, if you are so busy why do you come here, Morris?" said Mrs.
Brudenell, who was far too dignified to give him his t.i.tle.
"Yes, madam. Why, you see, ma"am, I came, as in duty bound, to look after your affairs and see as they were all right, which they are not, ma"am. There"s the rain pipes along the roof of the house leaking so the cistern never gets full of water, and I must come and solder them right away, and the lightning reds wants fastenin" more securely, and--"
"Well, but see Grainger, my overseer, about these things; do not trouble me with them."
"Yes, madam. I think overseers ought to be called overlookers, because they oversee so little and overlook so much. Now, there"s the hinges nearly rusted off the big barn door, and I dessay he never saw it."
"Well, Morris, call his attention to that also; do whatever you find necessary to be done, and call upon Grainger to settle with you."
"Yes, madam. It wasn"t on"y the rain pipes and hinges as wanted attention that brought me here, however, ma"am,"
"What was it, then? Be quick, if you please. I am very much occupied this morning."
"Yes, madam. It was something I heard and felt it my duty to tell you; because, you see, ma"am, I think it is the duty of every honest--"
"Come, come, Morris, I have no time to listen to an oration from you now. In two words, what had you to tell me?" interrupted the lady impatiently.
"Yes, madam. It were about young Mr. Herman, ma"am."
"Mr. Brudenell, if you please, Morris. My son is the head of his family."
"Certainly, madam. Mr. Brudenell."
"Well, what about Mr. Brudenell?"
"Yes, madam. You know he was away from home every day last spring and summer."
"I remember; he went to fish; he is very fond of fishing."
"Certainly, madam; but he was out every day this autumn."
"I am aware of that; he was shooting; he is an enthusiastic sportsman."
"To be sure, madam, so he is; but he is gone every day this winter."