He could not but feel that he was a great match for any farmer"s daughter; whereas "poor young Fielding," said he compa.s.sionately, "is more likely to break as a bachelor than to support a wife and children upon "The Grove.""
He next allowed his mind to dwell with some bitterness upon the poor destiny that stood between him and the woman he loved.
"George Fielding! a dull dog, that could be just as happy with any other girl as with my angel. An oaf, so little alive to his prize that he doesn"t even see he has rivals; doesn"t see that his brother loves her.
Ah! but I see that, though; lovers" eyes are sharp. Doesn"t see me, who mean to take her from both these Fieldings--and what harm? It isn"t as if their love was like mine. Heaven forbid I should meddle if it was.
A few weeks, and a few mugs of ale would wash her from what little mind either of them have; but I never loved a woman before, and never could look at another after her."
And so by degrees Meadows saw that he was quite justified in his resolve to win Susan Merton, PROVIDED IT WAS DONE FAIRLY.
This resolve taken, all this man"s words and actions began to be colored more or less by his secret wishes; and it is not too much to say, that this was the hand which was gently but adroitly, with a touch here and a touch there, pushing George Fielding across the Ocean.
You see, a respectable man can do a deal of mischief; more than a rogue could.
A shrug of the shoulders from Meadows had caused the landlord to distrain.
A hint from Meadows had caused Merton to affront George about Susan.
A tone of Meadows had closed the bank cash-box to the Fieldings" bill of exchange, and so on. And now, finding it almost impossible to contain his exultation--for George once in Australia he felt he could soon vanquish Susan"s faint preference, the result of habit--he turned off, and went to meet his mare at the gate; the boy had just returned with her.
He put his foot in the stirrup, but ere he mounted it occurred to him to ask one of the farm servants whether the old Jew was gone.
"I sin him in the barn just now," was the reply.
Meadows took his foot out of the stirrup. Never leave an enemy behind you, was one of his rules. "And why does the old heathen stay?" Meadows asked himself; he clinched his teeth and vowed he would not leave the village till George Fielding was on his way to Australia.
He sent his mare to the "Black Horse," and strolled up the village; then he showed the boy a shilling and said, "You be sure and run to the public-house and let me know when George Fielding is going to start--I should like to see the last of him."
This was true!
CHAPTER III.
AND now pa.s.sed over "The Grove" the heaviest hours it had ever known; hours as weary as they were bitter to George Fielding. "The Grove"
was nothing to him now--in mind he was already separated from it; his clothes were ready, he had nothing more to do, and he wished he could fling himself this moment into the ship and hide his head, and sleep and forget his grief, until he reached the land whose fat and endless pastures were to make him rich and send him home a fitter match for Susan.
As the moment for parting drew nearer there came to him that tardy consolation which often comes to the honest man then when it can but add to his pangs of regret.
Perhaps no man is good, manly, tender, generous, honest and unlucky quite in vain; at last, when such a man is leaving all who have been unjust or cold to him, scales fall from their eyes, a sense of his value flashes like lightning across their half-empty skulls and tepid hearts, they feel and express some respect and regret, and make him sadder to leave them; so did the neighbors of "The Grove" to young Fielding. Some hands gave him now their first warm pressure, and one or two voices even faltered as they said "G.o.d bless thee, lad!"
And now the carter"s lad ran in with a message from a farmer at the top of the hill.
"Oh! Master George, Farmer Dodd says, if you please, he couldn"t think to let you walk. You are to go in his gig to Newbury, if you"ll walk up as fur as his farm; he"s afeared to come down _our_ hill, a says, because if _he_ did, _his_ mare "ud kick _his_ gig into toothpicks, _he_ says. Oh! Master George, _I_ be sorry _you_ be going," and the boy, who had begun quite cheerfully, ended in a whimper.
"I thank him! Take my bag, boy, and I"ll follow in half an hour."
Sarah brought out the bag and opened it, and, weeping bitterly, put into it a bottle with her name on a bit of paper tied round the neck, to remind poor George he was not forgotten at "The Grove," and then she gave George the key and went sadly in, her ap.r.o.n to her eyes.
And now George fixed his eye on his brother William, and said to him, "Wilham, will you come with me, if _you_ please?"
"Ay, George, sure."
They went through the farmyard side by side; neither spoke, and George took a last look at the ricks, and he paused, and seemed minded to speak, but he did not, he only muttered "not here." Then George led the way out into the paddock, and so into the lane, and very soon they saw the village church. William wondered George did not speak. They pa.s.sed under the yewtree into the churchyard. William"s heart fluttered. They found the vicar"s cow browsing on the graves. William took up a stone.
George put out his hand not to let him hurt her, and George turned her gently into the lane; then he stepped carefully among the graves.
William followed him, his heart fluttering more and more with vague fears. William knew now where they were going, but what was George going to say to him there? his heart beat faint-like. By-and-by the brothers came to this--
[Drawing of Grave]
The grave was between the two men--and silence--both looked down.
George whispered, "Good-by, mother! She never thought we should be parted this way." Then he turned to William and opened his mouth to say something more to him; doubtless that which he had come to say, but apparently it was too much for him. I think he feared his own resolution. He gasped and with a heavy sigh led the way home. William walked with him, not knowing what to think or do or say; at last he muttered, "I wouldn"t go, if my heart was here!"
"I shall go, Will," replied George, rather sternly as it seemed.
When they came back to the house they found several persons collected.
Old Fielding, the young men"s grandfather, was there; he had made them wheel him in his great chair out into the sun.
Grandfather Fielding had reached the last stage of human existence. He was ninety-two years of age. The lines in his face were cordage, his aspect was stony and impa.s.sible, and he was all but impervious to pa.s.sing events; his thin blood had almost ceased to circulate in his extremities; for every drop he had was needed to keep his old heart a-beating at all, instead of stopping like a clock that has run down.
Meadows had returned to see George off, and old Merton was also there, and he was one of those whose hearts gave them a bit of a twinge.
"George," said he, "I"m vexed for speaking unkind to you to-day of all days in the year; I didn"t think we were to part so soon, lad."
"No more about it, uncle," faltered George; "what does it matter now?"
Susan Merton came out of the house; she had caught her father"s conciliatory words; she seemed composed, but pale; she threw her arms round her father"s neck.
"Oh! father," said she imploringly, "I thought it was a dream, but he is going, he is really going. Oh! don"t let him go from us; speak him fair, father, his spirit is so high!"
"Susan!" replied the old farmer, "mayhap the lad thinks me his enemy, but I"m not. My daughter shall not marry a bankrupt farmer, but you bring home a thousand pounds--just one thousand pounds--to show me you are not a fool, and you shall have my daughter and she shall have my blessing."
Meadows exulted.
"Your hand on that, uncle," cried George, with ardor; "your hand on that before Heaven and all present."
The old farmer gave George his hand upon it.
"But, father," cried Susan, "your words are sending him away from me."
"Susan!" said George sorrowfully but firmly, "I am to go, but don"t forget it is for your sake I leave you, my darling Susan--to be a better man for your sake. Uncle, since your last words there is no ill-will; but (bluntly) I can"t speak my heart before you."
"I"ll go, George, I"ll go; shan"t be said my sister"s son hadn"t leave to speak his mind to letbe who atool,* at such a time."
*Let be who it will. Cui libet.
Merton turned to leave them, but ere he had taken two steps a most unlooked-for interruption chained him to the spot. An old man, with a long beard and a glittering eye, was among them before they were aware of him; he fixed his eye upon Meadows, and spoke a single word--but that word fell like a sledge-hammer.