"At all events you"ll have no excuse for dirtying the room, father; and as for the lad, I suppose his smoking days have not come yet."
"No," replied I; "but my days for taking off my jacket are, I suspect."
"O yes," replied she, "never fear that; father will let you do all the work you please, and look on--won"t you, father?"
"Don"t let your tongue run quite so fast, Mary; you"re not over fond of work yourself."
"No; there"s only one thing I dislike more," replied she, "and that"s holding my tongue."
"Well, I shall leave you and Jacob to make it out together; I am going back to the Feathers." And old Stapleton walked down stairs, and went back to the inn, saying, as he went out, that he should be back to his dinner.
Mary continued her employment of wiping the furniture of the room with a duster for some minutes, during which I did not speak, but watched the floating ice on the river. "Well," said Mary, "do you always talk as you do now? if so, you"ll be a very nice companion. Mr Turnbull who came to my father, told me that you was a sharp fellow, could read, write, and do everything, and that I should like you very much; but if you mean to keep it all to yourself, you might as well not have had it."
"I am ready to talk when I have anything to talk about," replied I.
"That"s not enough. I"m ready to talk about nothing, and you must do the same."
"Very well," replied I. "How old are you?"
"How old am I! O, then you consider me nothing. I"ll try hard but you shall alter your opinion, my fine fellow. However, to answer your question, I believe I"m about fifteen."
"Not more? well, there"s an old proverb, which I will not repeat."
"I know it, so you may save yourself the trouble, you saucy boy; but now, for your age?"
"Mine! let me see; well, I believe that I am nearly seventeen."
"Are you really so old? well, now, I should have thought you no more than fourteen."
This answer at first surprised me, as I was very stout and tall for my age; but a moment"s reflection told me that it was given to annoy me. A lad is as much vexed at being supposed younger than he really is as a man of a certain age is annoyed at being taken for so much older.
"Pooh!" replied I; "that shows how little you know about men."
"I wasn"t talking about men, that I know of; but still, I do know something about them. I"ve had two sweethearts already."
"Indeed! and what have you done with them?"
"Done with them! I jilted the first for the second, because the second was better looking; and when Mr Turnbull told me so much about you, I jilted the second to make room for you: but now I mean to try if I can"t get him back again."
"With all my heart," replied I laughing. "I shall prove but a sorry sweetheart, for I have never made love in my life."
"Have you ever had anybody to make love to?"
"No."
"That"s the reason, Mr Jacob, depend upon it. All you have to do is to swear that I"m the prettiest girl in the world, that you like me better than anybody else in the world; do anything in the world that I wish you to do--spend all the money you have in the world in buying me ribbons and fairings, and then--"
"And then, what?"
"Why, then, I shall hear all you have to say, take all you have to give, and laugh at you in the bargain."
"But I shouldn"t stand that long."
"O, yes, you would. I"d put you out of humour, and coax you in again; the fact is, Jacob Faithful, I made my mind up, before I saw you, that you should be my sweetheart, and when I will have a thing, I will, so you may as well submit to it at once. If you don"t, as I keep the key of the cupboard, I"ll half starve you; that"s the way to tame any brute, they say. And I tell you why, Jacob, I mean that you shall be my sweetheart; it"s because Mr Turnbull told me that you knew Latin; now, tell me, what is Latin?"
"Latin is a language which people spoke in former times, but now they do not."
"Well, then, you shall make love to me in Latin, that"s agreed."
"And how do you mean to answer me?"
"O, in plain English, to be sure."
"But how are you to understand me?" replied I, much amused with the conversation.
"O, if you make love properly, I shall soon understand you; I shall read the English of it in your eyes."
"Very well, I have no objection; when am I to begin?"
"Why, directly, you stupid fellow, to be sure. What a question!"
I went close up to Mary, and repeated a few words of Latin. "Now," says I, "look into my eyes, and see if you can translate them."
"Something impudent, I"m sure," replied she, fixing her blue eyes on mine.
"Not at all," replied I, "I only asked for this," and I s.n.a.t.c.hed a kiss, in return for which I received a box on the ear, which made it tingle for five minutes. "Nay," replied I, "that"s not fair; I did as you desired--I made love in Latin."
"And I answered you, as I said I would, in plain English," replied Mary, reddening up to the forehead, but directly after bursting out into a loud laugh. "Now, Mr Jacob, I plainly see that you know nothing about making love. Bless me, a year"s dangling, and a year"s pocket-money should not have given you what you have had the impudence to take in so many minutes. But it was my own fault, that"s certain, and I have no one to thank but myself. I hope I didn"t hurt you--I"m very sorry if I did; but no more making love in Latin. I"ve had quite enough of that."
"Well, then, suppose we make friends," replied I, holding out my hand.
"That"s what I really wished to do, although I"ve been talking so much nonsense," replied Mary. "I know we shall like one another, and be very good friends. You can"t help feeling kind towards a girl you"ve kissed; and I shall try by kindness to make up to you for the box on the ear; so now, sit down, and let"s have a long talk. Mr Turnbull told us that he wished you to serve out your apprenticeship on the river with my father, so that, if you agree, we shall be a long while together. I take Mr Turnbull"s word, not that I can find it out yet, that you are a very good-tempered, good-looking, clever, modest lad; and as an apprentice who remains with my father must live with us, of course I had rather it should be one of that sort than some ugly, awkward brute who--"
"Is not fit to make love to you," replied I.
"Who is not fit company for me," replied Mary. "I want no more love from you at present. The fact is that father spends all the time he can spare from the wherry at the ale-house, smoking; and it"s very dull for me, and having nothing to do, I look out of the window, and make faces at the young men as they pa.s.s by, just to amuse myself. Now, there was no great harm in that a year or two ago; but now, you know, Jacob--"
"Well now, what then?"
"O, I"m bigger, that"s all? and what might be called sauciness in a girl may be thought something more of in a young woman. So I"ve been obliged to leave it off; but being obliged to remain home, with n.o.body to talk to, I never was so glad as when I heard that you were to come; so you see, Jacob, we must be friends. I daren"t quarrel with you long, although I shall sometimes, just for variety, and to have the pleasure of making it up again. Do you hear me--or what are you thinking of?"
"I"m thinking that you"re a very odd girl."
"I dare say that I am, but how can I help that? Mother died when I was five years old, and father couldn"t afford to put me out, so he used to lock me in all day till he came home from the river; and it was not till I was seven years old, and of some use, that the door was left open. I never shall forget the day when he told me that in future he should trust me, and leave the door open. I thought I was quite a woman, and have thought so ever since. I recollect that I often peeped out, and longed to run about the world; but I went two or three yards from the door, and felt so frightened, that I ran back as fast as I could. Since that I have seldom quitted the house for an hour, and never have been out of Fulham."
"Then you have never been at school?"
"O, no--never. I often wish that I had. I used to see the little girls coming home, as they pa.s.sed our door, so merrily, with their bags from the school-house; and I"m sure, if it were only to have the pleasure of going there and back again for the sake of the run, I"d have worked hard, if for nothing else."
"Would you like to learn to read and write?"