"So you see, sir, I don"t think much of the imprisonment; if I did, I might be wanting to get the suspense over. It"s not any term of imprisonment, no, not though it were for life, that can wash out the past. I"d give my own life, sir, twice over if that could undo it."
Lease had his arm on the gate as he spoke, leaning forward. I could not help feeling sorry for him.
"If people knew how I"m punished within myself, Master Johnny, they"d perhaps not be so harsh upon me. I have never had a proper night"s rest since it happened, sir. I have to get up and walk about in the middle of the night because I can"t lie. The sight of the dawn makes me sick, and I say to myself, How shall I get through the day? When bed-time comes, I wonder how I shall lie till morning. Often I wish it had pleased G.o.d to take me before that day had happened."
"Why don"t they get the inquest over, Lease?"
"There"s something or other always brought up to delay it, sir. I don"t see the need of it. If it would bring the dead back to life, why, they might delay it; but it won"t. They might as well let it end, and sentence me, and have done with it. Each time when I go back home through Crabb Lane, the men and women call out, "What, put off again!"
"What, ain"t he in gaol yet!" Which is the place they say I ought to have been in all along."
"I suppose the coroner knows you"ll not run away, Lease."
"Everybody knows that, sir."
"Some would, though, in your place."
"I don"t know where they"d run to," returned Lease. "They couldn"t run away from their own minds--and that"s the worst part of it. Sometimes I wonder whether I shall ever get it off mine, sir, or if I shall have it on me, like this, to the end of my life. The Lord knows what it is to me; n.o.body else does."
You cannot always make things fit into one another. I was thinking so as I left Lease and went after Tod. It was awful carelessness not to have set the points; causing death, and sorrow, and distress to many people.
Looking at it from their side, the pointsman was detestable; only fit, as the Squire said, to be hanged. But looking at it side by side with Lease, seeing his sad face, his self-reproach, and his patient suffering, it seemed altogether different; and the two aspects would not by any means fit in together.
Christmas week, and the absence of a juror who had gone out visiting, made another excuse for putting off the inquest to the next week. When that came, the coroner was ill. There seemed to be no end to the delays, and the public steam was getting up in consequence. As to Lease, he went about like a man who is looking for something that he has lost and cannot find.
One day, when the ice lay in Crabb Lane, and I was taking the slides on my way through it to join Tod, who had gone rabbit-shooting, a little girl ran across my feet, and was knocked down. I fell too; and the child began to cry. Picking her up, I saw it was Polly Lease.
"You little stupid! why did you run into my path like that?"
"Please, sir, I didn"t see you," she sobbed. "I was running after father. Mother saw him in the field yonder, and sent me to tell him we"d got a bit o" fire."
Polly had grazed both her knees; they began to bleed just a little, and she nearly went into convulsions at sight of the blood. I carried her in. There was about a handful of fire in the grate. The mother sat on a low stool, close into it, nursing one of the children, and the rest sat on the floor.
"I never saw such a child as this in all my life, Mrs. Lease. Because she has hurt her knees a bit, and sees a drop of blood, she"s going to die of fright. Look here."
Mrs. Lease put the boy down and took Polly, who was trembling all over with her deep low sobs.
"It was always so, sir," said Mrs. Lease; "always since she was a baby.
She is the timorest-natured child possible. We have tried everything; coaxing and scolding too; but we can"t get her out of it. If she p.r.i.c.ks her finger her face turns white."
"I"d be more of a woman than cry at nothing, if I were you, Polly," said I, sitting on the window-ledge, while Mrs. Lease washed the knees; which were hardly damaged at all when they came to be examined. But Polly only clung to her mother, with her face hidden, and giving a deep sob now and then.
"Look up, Polly. What"s this!"
I put it into her hand as I spoke; a bath bun that I had been carrying with me, in case I did not get home to luncheon. Polly looked round, and the sight dried the tears on her swollen face. You never saw such a change all in a moment, or such eager, glad little eyes as hers.
"Divide it mother," said she. "Leave a bit for father."
Two of them came flocking round like a couple of young wolves; the youngest couldn"t get up, and the one Mrs. Lease had been nursing stayed on the floor where she put him. He had a sickly face, with great bright grey eyes, and hot, red lips.
"What"s the matter with him, Mrs. Lease?"
"With little Tom, sir? I think it"s a kind of fever. He never was strong; none of them are: and of course these bad times can but tell upon us."
"Don"t forget father, mother," said Polly. "Leave the biggest piece for father."
"Now I tell you all what it is," said I to the children, when Mrs.
Lease began to divide it into half-a-dozen pieces, "that bun"s for Polly, because she has hurt herself: you shall not take any of it from her. Give it to Polly, Mrs. Lease."
Of all the uproars ever heard, those little cormorants set up the worst.
Mrs. Lease looked at me.
"They must have a bit, sir: they must indeed. Polly wouldn"t eat all herself, Master Ludlow; you couldn"t get her to do it."
But I was determined Polly should have it. It was through me she got hurt; and besides, I liked her.
"Now just listen, you little pigs. I"ll go to Ford"s, the baker"s, and bring you all a bun a-piece, but Polly must have this one. They have lots of currants in them, those buns, for children that don"t squeal.
How many are there of you? One, two, three,---- four."
Catching up my cap, I was going out when Mrs. Lease touched me. "Do you really mean it, sir?" she asked in a whisper.
"Mean what? That I am going to bring the buns? Of course I mean it. I"ll be back with them directly."
"Oh, sir--but do forgive me for making free to ask such a thing--if you would only let it be a half-quartern loaf instead?"
"A half-quartern loaf!"
"They"ve not had a bit between their lips this day, Master Ludlow," she said, catching her breath, as her face, which had flushed, turned pale again. "Last night I divided between the four of them a piece of bread half the size of my hand; Tom, he couldn"t eat."
I stared for a minute. "How is it, Mrs. Lease? can you not get enough food?"
"I don"t know where we should get it from, sir. Lease has not broken his fast since yesterday at midday."
Dame Ford put the loaf in paper for me, wondering what on earth I wanted with it, as I could see by her inquisitive eyes, but not liking to ask; and I carried it back with the four buns. They were little wolves and nothing else when they saw the food.
"How has this come about, Mrs. Lease?" I asked, while they were eating the bread she cut them, and she had taken Tom on her lap again.
"Why, sir, it is eight weeks now, or hard upon it, since my husband earned anything. They didn"t even pay him for the last week he was at work, as the accident happened in it. We had nothing in hand; people with only eighteen shillings a week and five children to feed, can"t save; and we have been living on our things. But there"s nothing left now to make money of--as you may see by the bare room, sir."
"Does not any one help you?"
"Help us!" returned Mrs. Lease. "Why, Master Ludlow, people, for the most part, are so incensed against my husband, that they"d take the bread out of our mouths, instead of putting a bit into them. All their help goes to poor Nancy Bowen and her children: and Lease is glad it should be so. When I carried Tom to Mr. Cole"s yesterday, he said that what the child wanted was nourishment."
"This must try Lease."
"Yes," she said, her face flushing again, but speaking very quietly.
"Taking one thing with another, I am not sure but it is killing him."
After this break, I did not care to go to the shooting, but turned back to Crabb Cot. Mrs. Todhetley was alone in the bow-windowed parlour, so I told her of the state the Leases were in, and asked if she would not help them.
"I don"t know what to say about it, Johnny," she said, after a pause.