"It is a "lady"! Now I see why thee would fain be a gentleman."
"Oh, father--how can you?"
"So thee knowest it too--I see it in thy face--Wouldst thee be led away by him a second time! But thee shall not. I"ll put thee under lock and key before thee shalt ruin thyself and disgrace thy father."
This was hard to bear; but I believe--it was John"s teaching--that one ought to bear anything, however hard, from a just and worthy parent.
And it was John himself who now grasped my hand, and whispered patience. John--who knew, what I myself, as I have said, did not learn for years, concerning my father"s former history.
"Sir, you mistake; Phineas has nothing whatever to do with this matter.
He is altogether blameless. So am I too, if you heard all."
"Tell me all; honour is bold--shame only is silent."
"I feel no shame--an honest love is no disgrace to any man. And my confessing it harms no one. She neither knows of it nor returns it."
As he said this, slowly, gravely, John moved a step back and sat down.
His face was in shadow; but the fire shone on his hands, tightly locked together, motionless as stone.
My father was deeply moved. Heaven knows what ghosts of former days came and knocked at the old man"s heart. We all three sat silent for a long time, then my father said:
"Who is she?"
"I had rather not tell you. She is above me in worldly station."
"Ah!" a fierce exclamation. "But thee wouldst not humble thyself--ruin thy peace for life? Thee wouldst not marry her?"
"I would--if she had loved me. Even yet, if by any honourable means I can rise to her level, so as to be able to win her love, marry her I will."
That brave "I will"--it seemed to carry its own fulfilment. Its indomitable resolution struck my father with wonder--nay, with a sort of awe.
"Do as thee thinks best, and G.o.d help thee," he said, kindly. "Mayst thee never find thy desire a curse. Fear not, lad--I will keep thy counsel."
"I knew you would."
The subject ceased: my father"s manner indicated that he wished it to cease. He re-lit his pipe, and puffed away, silently and sadly.
Years afterwards, when all that remained of Abel Fletcher was a green mound beside that other mound, in the Friends" burying-ground in St.
Mary"s Lane, I learnt--what all Norton Bury, except myself, had long known--that my poor mother, the young, thoughtless creature, whose married life had been so unhappy and so brief, was by birth a "gentlewoman."
CHAPTER XVII
Mrs. Jessop"s drawing-room, ruddy with fire-light, glittering with delicate wax candle-light; a few women in pale-coloured gauzy dresses, a few men, sublime in blue coats, gold b.u.t.tons, yellow waistcoats, and smiles--this was all I noticed of the scene, which was quite a novel scene to me.
The doctor"s wife had introduced us formally to all her guests, as the custom then was, especially in these small cosy supper-parties. How they greeted us I do not now remember; no doubt, with a kind of well-bred formal surprise; but society was generally formal then. My chief recollection is of Mrs. Jessop"s saying pointedly and aloud, though with a smile playing under the corners of her good little mouth:
"Mr. Halifax, it is kind of you to come; Lady Caroline Brithwood will be delighted. She longs to make your acquaintance."
After that everybody began to talk with extraordinary civility to Mr.
Halifax.
For John, he soon took his place among them, with that modest self-possession which best becomes youth. Society"s dangerous waters accordingly became smooth to him, as to a good swimmer who knows his own strength, trusts it, and struggles not.
"Mr. Brithwood and Lady Caroline will be late," I overheard the hostess say. "I think I told you that Miss March--"
But here the door was flung open, and the missing guests announced.
John and I were in the alcove of the window; I heard his breathing behind me, but I dared not look at or speak to him. In truth, I was scarcely calmer than he. For though it must be clearly understood I never was "in love" with any woman, still the reflected glamour of those Enderley days had fallen on me. It often seems now as if I too had pa.s.sed the golden gate, and looked far enough into youth"s Eden to be able ever after to weep with those that wept without the doors.
No--she was not there.
We both sat down. I know not if I was thankful or sorry.
I had seldom seen the "squire or Lady Caroline. He was a portly young man, pinched in by tight light-coloured garments. She was a lady rather past her first youth, but very handsome still, who floated about, leaving a general impression of pseudo-Greek draperies, gleaming arms and shoulders, sparkling jewellery, and equally sparkling smiles.
These smiles seemed to fall just as redundantly upon the family physician, whom by a rare favour--for so, I suppose, it must have been--she was honouring with a visit, as if worthy Dr. Jessop were the n.o.blest in the land. He, poor man, was all bows and sc.r.a.pes and pretty speeches, in the which came more than the usual amount of references to the time which had made his fortune, the day when Her Majesty Queen Charlotte had done him the honour to be graciously taken ill in pa.s.sing through Norton Bury. Mrs. Jessop seemed to wear her honours as hostess to an earl"s daughter very calmly indeed. She performed the ordinary courtesies, and then went over to talk with Mr. Brithwood. In their conversation I sought in vain the name of Ursula.
So it ended--the sickening expectation which I had read in the lad"s face all day. He would not see her--perhaps it was best. Yet my heart bled when I looked at him. But such thoughts could not be indulged in now, especially as Mrs. Jessop"s quick eyes seemed often upon him or me, with an expression that I could not make out at all, save that in such a good woman, whom Miss March so well loved, could lurk nothing evil or unkindly.
So I tried to turn my attention to the Brithwoods. One could not choose but look at her, this handsome Lady Caroline, whom half Norton Bury adored, the other half pursed up their lips at the mention of--but these were of the number she declined to "know." All that she did know--all that came within her influence, were irresistibly attracted, for to please seemed a part of her nature. To-night nearly every one present stole gradually into the circle round her; men and women alike charmed by the fascination of her ripe beauty, her lively manner, her exquisite smile and laugh.
I wondered what John thought of Lady Caroline Brithwood. She could not easily see him, even though her acute glance seemed to take in everything and everybody in the room. But on her entrance John had drawn back a little, and our half-dozen of fellow-guests, who had been conversing with him, crept shyly out of his way; as if, now the visible reality appeared, they were aghast at the great gulf that lay between John Halifax the tanner and the Brithwoods of the Mythe. A few even looked askance at our hostess, as though some terrible judgment must fall upon poor ignorant Mrs. Jessop, who had dared to amalgamate such opposite ranks.
So it came to pa.s.s, that while everybody gathered round the Brithwoods John and I stood alone, and half concealed by the window.
Very soon I heard Lady Caroline"s loud whisper;
"Mrs. Jessop, my good friend, one moment. Where is your "jeune heros,"
"l"homme du peuple?" I do not see him. Does he wear clouted shoes and woollen stockings? Has he a broad face and turned-up nose, like your "paysans Anglais"?"
"Judge for yourself, my lady--he stands at your elbow. Mr. Halifax, let me present you to Lady Caroline Brithwood."
If Lord Luxmore"s fair daughter ever looked confounded in her life she certainly did at this minute.
"Lui? Mon dieu! Lui!" And her shrug of amazement was stopped, her half-extended hand drawn back. No, it was quite impossible to patronise John Halifax.
He bowed gravely, she made a gracious curtsey; they met on equal terms, a lady and gentleman.
Soon her lively manner returned. She buckled on her spurs for a new conquest, and left the already vanquished gentilities of Norton Bury to amuse themselves as they best might.
"I am enchanted to meet you, Mr. Halifax; I adore "le peuple."
Especially"--with a sly glance at her husband, who, with Tory Dr.
Jessop, was vehemently exalting Mr. Pitt and abusing the First Consul, Bonaparte--"especially le peuple Francais. Me comprenez vous?"
"Madame, je vous comprends."
Her ladyship looked surprised. French was not very common among the honest trading cla.s.s, or indeed any but the higher cla.s.ses in England.
"But," John continued, "I must dissent from Lady Caroline Brithwood, if she mingles the English people with "le peuple Francais." They are a very different cla.s.s of beings."