Rhoda Fleming

Chapter 30

"Well, Missis," he said, nodding to her; "you win, you see. I thought you would; I"d have sworn you would. Brandy"s stronger than blood, with some of our young fellows."

"If you please, Mr. Eccles," she replied, "Robert"s sending of me was to know if the horse was unhurt and safe."

"Won"t his legs carry him yet, Missis?"

"His legs have been graciously spared, Mr. Eccles; it"s his head."

"That"s where the liquor flies, I"m told."

"Pray, Mr. Eccles, believe me when I declare he hasn"t touched a drop of anything but tea in my house this past night."

"I"m sorry for that; I"d rather have him go to you. If he takes it, let him take it good; and I"m given to understand that you"ve a reputation that way. Just tell him from me, he"s at liberty to play the devil with himself, but not with my beasts."

The farmer continued his labour.

"No, you ain"t a hard man, surely," cried the widow. "Not when I say he was sober, Mr. Eccles; and was thrown, and made insensible?"

"Never knew such a thing to happen to him, Missis, and, what"s more, I don"t believe it. Mayhap you"re come for his things: his Aunt Anne"s indoors, and she"ll give "em up, and gladly. And my compliments to Robert, and the next time he fancies visiting Warbeach, he"d best forward a letter to that effect."

Mrs. Boulby curtseyed humbly. "You think bad of me, sir, for keeping a public; but I love your son as my own, and if I might presume to say so, Mr. Eccles, you will be proud of him too before you die. I know no more than you how he fell yesterday, but I do know he"d not been drinking, and have got bitter bad enemies."

"And that"s not astonishing, Missis."

"No, Mr. Eccles; and a man who"s brave besides being good soon learns that."

"Well spoken, Missis."

"Is Robert to hear he"s denied his father"s house?"

"I never said that, Mrs. Boulby. Here"s my principle--My house is open to my blood, so long as he don"t bring downright disgrace on it, and then any one may claim him that likes I won"t give him money, because I know of a better use for it; and he shan"t ride my beasts, because he don"t know how to treat "em. That"s all."

"And so you keep within the line of your duty, sir," the widow summed his speech.

"So I hope to," said the farmer.

"There"s comfort in that," she replied.

"As much as there"s needed," said he.

The widow curtseyed again. "It"s not to trouble you, sir, I called.

Robert--thanks be to Above!--is not hurt serious, though severe."

"Where"s he hurt?" the farmer asked rather hurriedly.

"In the head, it is."

"What have you come for?"

"First, his best hat."

"Bless my soul!" exclaimed the farmer. "Well, if that "ll mend his head it"s at his service, I"m sure."

Sick at his heartlessness, the widow scattered emphasis over her concluding remarks. "First, his best hat, he wants; and his coat and clean shirt; and they mend the looks of a man, Mr. Eccles; and it"s to look well is his object: for he"s not one to make a moan of himself, and doctors may starve before he"d go to any of them. And my begging prayer to you is, that when you see your son, you"ll not tell him I let you know his head or any part of him was hurt. I wish you good morning, Mr.

Eccles."

"Good morning to you, Mrs. Boulby. You"re a respectable woman."

"Not to be soaped," she murmured to herself in a heat.

The apparently medicinal articles of attire were obtained from Aunt Anne, without a word of speech on the part of that pale spinster. The deferential hostility between the two women acknowledged an intervening chasm. Aunt Anne produced a bundle, and placed the hat on it, upon which she had neatly pinned a tract, "The Drunkard"s Awakening!" Mrs. Boulby glanced her eye in wrath across this superscription, thinking to herself, "Oh, you good people! how you make us long in our hearts for trouble with you." She controlled the impulse, and mollified her spirit on her way home by distributing stray leaves of the tract to the outlying heaps of rubbish, and to one inquisitive pig, who was looking up from a badly-smelling sty for what the heavens might send him.

She found Robert with his arm doubled over a basin, and Susan sponging cold water on it.

"No bones broken, mother!" he sang out. "I"m sound; all right again. Six hours have done it this time. Is it a thaw? You needn"t tell me what the old dad has been saying. I shall be ready to breakfast in half an hour."

"Lord, what a big arm it is!" exclaimed the widow. "And no wonder, or how would you be a terror to men? You naughty boy, to think of stirring!

Here you"ll lie."

"Ah, will I?" said Robert: and he gave a spring, and sat upright in the bed, rather white with the effort, which seemed to affect his mind, for he asked dubiously, "What do I look like, mother?"

She brought him the looking-gla.s.s, and Susan being dismissed, he examined his features.

"Dear!" said the widow, sitting down on the bed; "it ain"t much for me to guess you"ve got an appointment."

"At twelve o"clock, mother."

"With her?" she uttered softly.

"It"s with a lady, mother."

"And so many enemies prowling about, Robert, my dear! Don"t tell me they didn"t fall upon you last night. I said nothing, but I"d swear it on the Book. Do you think you can go?"

"Why, mother, I go by my feelings, and there"s no need to think at all, or G.o.d knows what I should think."

The widow shook her head. "Nothing "ll stop you, I suppose?"

"Nothing inside of me will, mother."

"Doesn"t she but never mind. I"ve no right to ask, Robert; and if I have curiosity, it"s about last night, and why you should let villains escape. But there"s no accounting for a man"s notions; only, this I say, and I do say it, Nic Sedgett, he"s at the bottom of any mischief brewed against you down here. And last night Stephen Bilton, or somebody, declared that Nic Sedgett had been seen up at Fairly."

"Selling eggs, mother. Why shouldn"t he? We mustn"t complain of his getting an honest livelihood."

"He"s black-blooded, Robert; and I never can understand why the Lord did not make him a beast in face. I"m told that creature"s found pleasing by the girls."

"Ugh, mother, I"m not."

"She won"t have you, Robert?"

He laughed. "We shall see to-day."

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