"It is those blue ribbons she"s so fond of!" said Mrs. Todhetley to us two, with a sigh. "I doubted them from the first."
"I should say it is the blue eyes," dissented Tod.
"And I the white teeth and laughing face. _n.o.body_ can help liking her."
"You shut up, Johnny. If I were Roper----"
"Shut up yourself, Joseph: both of you shut up: you know nothing about it," interrupted the Squire, who had seemed to be asleep in his chair.
"It comes of woman"s coquetry and man"s folly. As to these two fellows, if Grizzel can"t make up her mind, I"ll warn them both to keep off my grounds at their peril."
One evening during the Midsummer holidays, in turning out of the oak-walk to cross the fold-yard, I came upon Grizzel leaning on the gate. She had a bunch of sweet peas in her hand, and tears in her eyes.
George Roper, who must have been talking to her, pa.s.sed me quickly, touching his hat.
"Good evening, sir."
"Good evening, Roper."
He walked away with his firm, quick stride: a well-made, handsome, trustworthy fellow. His brown velveteen coat (an old one of his master"s) was shabby, but he looked well in it; and his gaitered legs were straight and strong. That he had been the donor of the sweet peas, a rustic lover"s favourite offering, was evident. Grizzel attempted to hide them in her gown when she saw me, but was not quick enough, so she was fain to hold them openly in her hand, and make believe to be busy with her milk-pail.
"It"s a drop of skim milk I"ve got over; I was going to take it to the pigs," said she.
"What are you crying about?"
"Me crying!" returned Grizzel. "It"s the sun a shinin" in my eyes, sir."
Was it! "Look here, Grizzel, why don"t you put an end to this state of bother? You won"t be able to milk the cows next."
""Tain"t any in"ard bother o" that sort as "ll keep me from doing my proper work," returned she, with a flick to the handle of the pail.
"At any rate, you can"t marry two men: you would be taken up by old Jones the constable, you know, and tried for bigamy. And I"m sure you must keep _them_ in ferment. George Roper"s gone off with a queer look on his face. Take him, or dismiss him."
"I"d take him to-morrow, but for one thing," avowed the girl in a half whisper.
"His short wages, I suppose--sixteen shillings a week."
"Sixteen shillings a week short wages!" echoed Grizzel. "I call "em good wages, sir. I"d never be afraid of getting along on them with a steady man--and Roper"s that. It ain"t the wages, Master Johnny. It is, that I promised mother never to begin life upon less than a cottage and some things in it."
"How do you mean?"
"Poor mother was a-dying, sir. Her illness lasted her many a week, and she might be said to be a-dying all the time. I was eighteen then.
"Grizzy," says she to me one night, "you be a likely girl and "ll get chose afore you be many summers older. But you must promise me that you"ll not, on no temptation whatsoever, say yes to a man till he has a home of his own to take you to, and beds and tables and things comfortable about him. Once begin without "em, and you and him "ll spend all your after life looking out for "em; but they"ll not come any the more for that. And you"ll be at sixes-and-sevens always: and him, why perhaps he"ll take to the beer-shop--for many a man does, through having, so to say, no home. I"ve seen the ill of it in my days," she says, "and if I thought you"d tumble into it I"d hardly rest quiet in the grave where you be so soon a-going to place me." "Be at ease, mother," says I to her in answer, "and take my promise, which I"ll never break, not to set-up for marriage without a home o" my own and proper things in it." That promise I can"t break, Master Johnny; and there has laid the root of the trouble all along."
I saw then. Roper had nothing but a lodging, not a stick or stone that he could call his own. And the foolish man, instead of saving up out of his wages, spent the remnant in buying pretty things for Grizzel. It was a hopeless case.
"You should never have had anything to say to Roper, knowing this, Grizzel."
Grizzel twirled the sweet peas round and round in her fingers, and looked foolish, answering nothing.
"Lett has a good home to give you and means to keep it going. He must make a couple of pounds a week. Perhaps more."
"But then I don"t care for him, Master Johnny."
"Give him up then. Send him about his business."
She might have been counting the blossoms on the sweet-pea stalks.
Presently she spoke, without looking up.
"You see, Master Johnny, one does not like to--to lose all one"s chances, and grow into an old maid. And, if I _can"t_ have Roper, perhaps--in time--I might bring myself to take Lett. It"s a better opportunity than a poor dairy-maid like me could ever ha" looked for."
The cat was out of the bag. Grizzel was keeping Lett on for a remote contingency. When she could make up her mind to say No to Roper, she meant to say Yes to him.
"It is awful treachery to Roper; keeping him on only to drop him at last," ran my thoughts. "Were I he, I should give her a good shaking, and leave----"
A sudden movement on Grizzel"s part startled me. Catching up her pail, she darted across the yard by the pond as fast as her pattens would go, poured the milk into the pig-trough with a dash, and disappeared indoors. Looking round for any possible cause for this, I caught sight of a man in light fustian clothes hovering about in the field by the hay-ricks. It was Sandy Lett; he had walked over on the chance of getting to see her. But she did not come out again.
The next move in the drama was made by Lett. The following Monday he presented himself before the Squire--dressed in his Sunday-going things, and a new hat on--to ask him to be so good as to settle the matter, for it was "getting a"most beyond him."
"Why, how can I settle it?" demanded the Squire. "What have I to do with it?"
"It"s a tormenting of me pretty nigh into fiddle-strings," pleaded Lett.
"What with her caprices--for sometimes her speaks to me as pleasant as a angel, while at others her won"t speak nohow; and what with that dratted folk over yonder a-teasing of me"--jerking his head in the direction of Church d.y.k.ely--"I don"t get no peace of my life. It be a shame, Squire, for any woman to treat a man as she"s a-treating me."
"I can"t make her have you if she won"t have you," exploded the Squire, not liking the appeal. "It is said, you know, that she would rather have Roper."
Sandy Lett, who had a great idea of his own merits, turned his nose up in the air. "Beg pardon, Squire," he said, "but that won"t wash, that won"t. Grizzel couldn"t have nothing serious to say to that there Roper; nought but a day-labourer on a farm; _she couldn"t_: and if he don"t keep his distance from her, I"ll wring his ugly head round for him. Look at me beside him!--my good home wi" its m"hogany furniture in"t. I can keep her a"most like a lady. She may have in a wench once a week for the washing and scrubbing, if she likes: I"d not deny her nothing in reason.
And for that there Roper to think to put hisself atween us! No; "twon"t do: the moon"s not made o" green cheese. Grizzel"s a bit light-hearted, sir; fond o" chatter; and Roper he"ve played upon that. But if you"d speak a word for me, Squire, so as I may have the banns put up----"
"What the deuce, Lett, do you suppose I have to do with my women-servants and their banns?" testily interrupted the Squire. "I can"t interfere to make her marry you. But I"ll tell you thus much, and her too: if there is to be this perpetual uproar about Grizzel, she shall quit my house before the twelvemonth she engaged herself for is up. And that"s a disgrace for any young woman."
So Sandy Lett got nothing by coming, poor unfortunate man. And yet--in a sense he did. The Squire ordered the girl before him, and told her in a sharp, decisive tone that she must either put an end to the state of things--or leave his service. And Grizzel, finding that the limit of toleration had come, but unable in her conflicting difficulties to decide which of the swains to retain and which discard, dismissed the two. After that, she was plunged over head and ears in distress, and for a week could hardly see to skim off the cream for her tears.
"This comes of hiring dairy wenches at a statty fair!" cried wrathful Molly.
The summer went on. August was waning. One morning when Mr. Duffham had called in and was helping Mrs. Todhetley to give Lena a spoonful of jam (with a powder in it), at which Lena kicked and screamed, Grizzel ran into the room in excitement so great, that they thought she was going into a fit.
"Why, what is it?" questioned Mrs. Todhetley, with a temporary truce to the jam hostilities. "Has either of the cows kicked you down, Grizzel?"
"I"m--I"m come into a fortin!" shrieked Grizzel hysterically, laughing and crying in the same breath.
Mr. Duffham put her into a chair, angrily ordering her to be calm--for anger is the best remedy in the world to apply to hysterics--and took a letter from her that she held out. It told her that her Uncle Clay was dead, and had left her a bequest of forty pounds. The forty pounds to be paid to her in gold whenever she should go and apply for it. This letter had come by the morning post: but Grizzel, busy in her dairy, had only just now opened it.
"For the poor old uncle to have died in June, and them never to ha" let me hear on"t!" she said, sobbing. "Just like "em! And me never to have put on a bit o" mourning for him!"
She rose from the chair, drying her eyes with her ap.r.o.n, and held out her hand for the letter. As Mrs. Todhetley began to say she was very glad to hear of her good luck, a shy look and a half-smile came into the girl"s face.
"I can get the home now, ma"am, with all this fortin," she whispered.