""T will fare the worse for him. "T is as sensible to run counter to public opinion as "t is to cut roads over mountains."
""T is worse still to be a coward," cried Janice, contemptuously.
"I fear, Charles, you are very mean-spirited."
Fownes shrugged his shoulders. "As a servant should be,"
he muttered bitterly.
"Even a servant can do what is right," answered the girl.
""T is not a question of right, "t is one of expediency," replied the bondsman. "A year at court, Miss Janice, would teach you that in this world "t is of monstrous importance to know when to bow."
"What do you know of court?" exclaimed Janice.
"Very little," confessed the man. "But I know it teaches one good lesson in life,--that of submission,--and an important thing "t is to learn."
"I only bow to those whom I know to be my superiors,"
said Janice, with her head held very erect.
""T is an easy way for you to avoid bowing," a.s.serted the groom, smiling.
Again Janice sought a change of subject by saying, "Think you that is why we are being spied upon?"
"Spied?" questioned the bondsman.
"Last week dadda thought he saw a face one evening at the parlour window, and two nights ago I looked up suddenly and saw--Well, mommy said "t was only vapours, but I know I saw something."
The servant turned his face away from Janice, and coughed.
Then he replied, "Perhaps "t was some one watching you.
Didst make no attempt to find him?"
"Dadda went to the window both times, but could see nothing."
"He probably had time to hide behind the shrubs," surmised Charles. "I shall set myself to watching, and I"ll warrant to catch the villain at it if he tries it again." From the savageness with which he spoke, one would have inferred that he was bitterly enraged at any one spying through the parlour window on Miss Meredith"s evening hours.
"I wish you would," solicited Janice. "For if it happened again, I don"t know what I should do. Mommy insisted it was n"t a ghost, and scolded me for screaming; but all the same, it gave me a dreadful turn. I did n"t go to sleep for hours."
"I am sorry it frightened you," said the servant, and then after a moment"s hesitation he continued, ""T was I, and if I had thought for a moment to scare you--"
"You!" cried Janice. "What were you doing there?"
The man looked her in the eyes while he replied in a low voice, "Looking at paradise, Miss Janice."
"Janice Meredith," said her mother"s voice, sternly, "thou good-for-nothing! Thou"st let the syrup burn, and the smell is all over the house. Charles, what dost thou mean by loafing indoors at this hour of the day? Go about thy work."
And paradise dissolved into a pot of burnt syrup.
IX PARADISE AND ELSEWHERE
While Charles was within hearing, Mrs. Meredith continued to scold Janice about the burnt syrup, but this subject was ended with his exit.
"I"m ashamed that a daughter of mine should allow a servant to be so familiar," Mrs. Meredith began anew.
""T is a shame on us all, Janice. Hast thou no idea of what is decent and befitting to a girl of thy station?"
"He was n"t familiar," cried Janice, angrily and proudly, "and you should know that if he had been I--he was telling me--"
"Yes," cried her mother, "tell me what he was saying about paradise? Dost think me a nizey, child, not to know what men mean when they talk about paradise?"
Janice"s cheeks reddened, and she replied hotly, "If men talked to you about paradise, why should n"t they talk to me?
I"m sure "t is a pleasant change after the parson"s everlasting and eternal talk of an everlasting and eternal--"
"Don"t thee dare say it!" interrupted Mrs. Meredith.
"Thou fallen, sin-eaten child! Go to thy room and stay there for the rest of the day. "T is all of a piece that thou shouldst disgrace us by unseemly conduct with a stable-boy.
Fine talk "t will make for the tavern."
The injustice and yet possible truth in this speech was too much for Janice to hear, and without an attempt at reply, she burst into a storm of tears and fled to her room.
Deprived of a listener, Mrs. Meredith sought the squire, and very much astonished him by a prediction that, "Thy daughter, Mr. Meredith, is going to bring disgrace on the family."
"What"s to do now?" cried the parent.
"A pretty to do, indeed," his wife a.s.sured him. "Dost want her running off some fine night with thy groom?"
"Tush, Matilda!" responded Mr. Meredith. ""T is impossible."
"Just what my parents said when thou camest a-courting."
"I was no redemptioner."
""T was none the less a step-down for me," replied Mrs.
Meredith, calmly. "And I had far less levity than--"
"Nay, Matilda, she often reminds me very--"
"Lambert, I never was light! Or at least never after I sat under Dr. Edwards and had a call. The quicker we marry Janice to Mr. McClave, the better "t will be for her."
"Now, pox me!" cried the squire, "if I"ll give my la.s.s to be made the drudge of another woman"s children."
""T is the very discipline she needs," retorted the wife.
"But for my checking her a moment ago I believe she"d have spoken disrespectfully of h.e.l.l!"
"Small wonder!" muttered her husband. "Is "t not enough to ye Presbyterians to doom one to everlasting torment in the future life without making this life as bad?"
""T is the way to be saved," replied Mrs. Meredith. "As Mr. McClave said to Janice shortly since, "Be a.s.sured that doing the unpleasant thing is the surest road to salvation, for tho" it should not find grace in the eyes of a righteously angry G.o.d, yet having been done from no carnal and sinful craving of the flesh, it cannot increase his anger towards you." Ah, Lambert, that man has the true gift."
"Since he"s so d.a.m.ned set on being uncarnal," snapped the squire, "let him go without Janice."
"And have her running off with an indentured servant, as Anne Loughton did?"