"You might have had him then. He"d "ve never dared to go back. I"d a killed him if he had."
"What good would it have done, father? He"d never have loved me, and he"d have despised you and mother."
"I wouldn"t "ve minded that," said Mr. Neefit, wiping his eyes.
"But I should have minded. What should I have felt with a husband as wouldn"t have wanted me ever to have my own father in his house?
Would that have made me happy?"
"It "d "ve made me happy to know as you was there."
"No, father; there would have been no happiness in it. When I came to see what he was I knew I should never love him. He was just willing to take me because of his word;--and was I going to a man like that?
No, father;--certainly not." The poor man was at that moment too far gone in his misery to argue the matter further, and he lay on the old sofa, very much at Polly"s mercy. "Drop it, father," she said.
"It wasn"t to be, and it couldn"t have been. You"d better say you"ll drop it." But, sick and uncomfortable as he was on that evening, he couldn"t be got to say that he would drop it.
Nor could he be got to drop it for some ten days after that;--but on a certain evening he had come home very uncomfortable from the effects of gin-and-water, and had been spoken to very sensibly both by his wife and daughter.
By seven on the following morning Ontario Moggs was sitting in the front parlour of the house at Hendon, and Polly Neefit was sitting with him. He had never been there at so early an hour before, and it was thought afterwards by both Mr. and Mrs. Neefit that his appearance, so unexpected by them, had not surprised their daughter Polly. Could it have been possible that she had sent a message to him after that little scene with her father? There he was, at any rate, and Polly was up to receive him. "Now, Onty, that"ll do. I didn"t want to talk nonsense, but just to settle something."
"But you"ll tell a fellow that you"re glad to see him?"
"No, I won"t. I won"t tell a fellow anything he doesn"t know already.
You and I have got to get married."
"Of course we have."
"But we want father"s consent. I"m not going to have him made unhappy, if I can help it. He"s that wretched sometimes at present that my heart is half killed about him."
"The things he says are monstrous," a.s.serted Moggs, thinking of the protestation lately made by the breeches-maker in his own hearing, to the effect that Ralph Newton should yet be made to marry his daughter.
"All the same I"ve got to think about him. There"s a dozen or so of men as would marry me, Mr. Moggs; but I can never have another father."
"I"ll be the first of the dozen any way," said the gallant Ontario.
"That depends. However, mother says so, and if father "ll consent, I won"t go against it. I"ll go to him now, before he"s up, and I"ll tell him you"re here. I"ll bring him to his senses if I can. I don"t know whatever made him think so much about gentlemen."
"He didn"t learn it from you, Polly."
"Perhaps he did, after all; and if so, that"s the more reason why I"d forgive him." So saying, Polly went up-stairs upon her mission. On the landing she met her mother, and made known the fact that Ontario was in the parlour. "Don"t you go to him, mother;--not yet," said Polly. Whereby it may be presumed that Mrs. Neefit had been informed of Mr. Moggs"s visit before Polly had gone to him.
Mr. Neefit was in bed, and his condition apparently was not a happy one. He was lying with his head between his hands, and was groaning, not loudly, but very bitterly. His mode of life for the last month had not been of a kind to make him comfortable, and his conscience, too, was ill at ease. He had been a hard-working man, who had loved respectability and been careful of his wife and child. He had been proud to think that n.o.body could say anything against him, and that he had always paid his way. Up to the time of this disastrous fit of ambition on Polly"s behalf he had never made himself ridiculous, and had been a prosperous tradesman, well thought of by his customers.
Suddenly he had become mad, but not so mad as to be unconscious of his own madness. The failure of his hopes, joined to the inexpressibly bitter feeling that in their joint transactions young Newton had received all that had been necessary to him, whereas he, Neefit, had got none of that for which he had bargained,--these together had so upset him that he had lost his balance, had travelled out of his usual grooves, and had made an a.s.s of himself. He knew he had made an a.s.s of himself,--and was hopelessly endeavouring to show himself to be less of an a.s.s than people thought him, by some success in his violence. If he could only punish young Newton terribly, people would understand why he had done all this. But drink had been necessary to give him courage for his violence, and now as he lay miserable in bed, his courage was very low.
"Father," said Polly, "shall I give you a drink?" Neefit muttered something, and took the cold tea that was offered to him. It was cold tea, with just a spoonful of brandy in it to make it acceptable.
"Father, there ought to be an end of all this;--oughtn"t there?"
"I don"t know about no ends. I"ll be down on him yet."
"No you won"t, father. And why should you? He has done nothing wrong to you or me. I wouldn"t have him if it was ever so."
"It"s all been your fault, Polly."
"Yes;--my fault; that I wouldn"t be made what you call a lady; to be taken away, so that I"d never see any more of you and mother!" Then she put her hand gently on his shoulder. "I couldn"t stand that, father."
"I"d make him let you come to us."
"A wife must obey her husband, father. Mother always obeyed you."
"No, she didn"t. She"s again me now."
"Besides, I don"t want to be a lady," said Polly, seeing that she had better leave that question of marital obedience; "and I won"t be a lady. I won"t be better than you and mother."
"You"ve been brought up better."
"I"ll show my breeding, then, by being true to you, and true to the man I love. What would you think of your girl, if she was to give her hand to a--gentleman, when she"d given her heart to a--shoemaker?"
"Oh, d---- the shoemaker!"
"No, father, I won"t have it. What is there against Ontario? He"s a fine-hearted fellow, as isn"t greedy after money,--as "d kiss the very ground I stand on he"s that true to me, and is a tradesman as yourself. If we had a little place of our own, wouldn"t Ontario be proud to have you there, and give you the best of everything; and wouldn"t I wait upon you, just only trying to know beforehand every t.i.ttle as you"d like to have. And if there was to be babies, wouldn"t they be brought up to love you. If I"d gone with that young man down to his fine place, do you think it would have been like that? How "d I"ve felt when he was too proud to let his boy know as you was my father?" Neefit turned on his bed and groaned. He was too ill at ease as to his inner man to argue the subject from a high point of view, or to a.s.sert that he was content to be abased himself in order that his child and grandchildren might be raised in the world. "Father,"
said Polly, "you have always been kind to me. Be kind to me now."
"The young "uns is always to have their own way," said Neefit.
"Hasn"t my way been your way, father?"
"Not when you wouldn"t take the Captain when he come to Margate."
"I didn"t love him, father. Dear father, say the word. We haven"t been happy lately;--have we, father?"
"I ain"t been very "appy," said Neefit, bursting out into sobs.
She put her face upon his brow and kissed it. "Father, let us be happy again. Ontario is down-stairs,--in the parlour now."
"Ontario Moggs in my parlour!" said Neefit, jumping up in bed.
"Yes, father; Ontario Moggs,--my husband, as will be; the man I honour and love; the man that will honour and love you; as true a fellow as ever made a young woman happy by taking her. Let me tell him that you will have him for a son." In truth, Neefit did not speak the word;--but when Polly left the room, which she presently did after a long embrace, Mr. Neefit was aware that his consent to the union would be conveyed to Ontario Moggs in less than five minutes.
"And now you can name the day," said Ontario.
"I cannot do any such thing," replied Polly; "and I think that quite enough has been settled for one morning. It"s give an inch and take an ell with some folks."
Ontario waited for breakfast, and had an interview with his future father-in-law. It was an hour after the scene up-stairs before Mr.
Neefit could descend, and when he did come down he was not very jovial at the breakfast-table. "It isn"t what I like, Moggs," was the first word that he spoke when the young politician rose to grasp the hand of his future father-in-law.
"I hope you"ll live to like it, Mr. Neefit," said Ontario, who, now that he was to have his way in regard to Polly, was prepared to disregard entirely any minor annoyances.
"I don"t know how that may be. I think my girl might have done better. I told her so, and I just tell you the same. She might a"
done a deal better, but women is always restive."
"We like to have our own way about our young men, father," said Polly, who was standing behind her father"s chair.