Any o" you here might ha" heard me say, things can"t last for ever.
Ha"n"t you, now?"
The persons present meekly acquiesced in his prophetic spirit to this extent. Mrs. Sumfit dolorously said, "Often, William dear," and accepted the incontestable truth in deep humiliation of mind.
"Save," the farmer continued, "save and store, only don"t put your heart in the box."
"It"s true, William;" Mrs. Sumfit acted clerk to the sermon.
Dahlia took her softly by the neck, and kissed her.
"Is it love for the old woman?" Mrs. Sumfit murmured fondly; and Dahlia kissed her again.
The farmer had by this time rounded to the thought of how he personally might be affected by Anthony"s ill-luck, supposing; perchance, that Anthony was suffering from something more than a sentimental attachment to the Bank of his predilection: and such a reflection instantly diverted his tendency to moralize.
"We shall hear to-morrow," he observed in conclusion; which, as it caused a desire for the morrow to spring within his bosom, sent his eyes at Master Gammon, who was half an hour behind his time for bed, and had dropped asleep in his chair. This unusual display of public somnolence on Master Gammon"s part, together with the veteran"s reputation for slowness, made the farmer fret at him as being in some way an obstruction to the lively progress of the hours.
"Hoy, Gammon!" he sang out, awakeningly to ordinary ears; but Master Gammon was not one who took the ordinary plunge into the gulf of sleep, and it was required to shake him and to bellow at him--to administer at once earthquake and thunder--before his lizard eyelids would lift over the great, old-world eyes; upon which, like a clayey monster refusing to be informed with heavenly fire, he rolled to the right of his chair and to the left, and pitched forward, and insisted upon being inanimate.
Brought at last to a condition of stale consciousness, he looked at his master long, and uttered surprisingly "Farmer, there"s queer things going on in this house," and then relapsed to a combat with Mrs. Sumfit, regarding the candle; she saying that it was not to be entrusted to him, and he sullenly contending that it was.
"Here, we"ll all go to bed," said the farmer. "What with one person queer, and another person queer, I shall be in for a headache, if I take to thinking. Gammon"s a man sees in "s sleep what he misses awake. Did you ever know," he addressed anybody, "such a thing as Tony Hackbut coming into a relation"s house, and sitting there, and not a word for any of us? It"s, I call it, dumbfoundering. And that"s me: why didn"t I go up and shake his hand, you ask. Well, why not? If he don"t know he"s welcome, without ceremony, he"s no good. Why, I"ve got matters t" occupy my mind, too, haven"t I? Every man has, and some more"n others, let alone crosses. There"s something wrong with my brother-in-law, Tony, that"s settled. Odd that we country people, who bide, and take the Lord"s gifts--" The farmer did not follow out this reflection, but raising his arms, shepherd-wise, he puffed as if blowing the two women before him to their beds, and then gave a shy look at Robert, and nodded good-night to him. Robert nodded in reply. He knew the cause of the farmer"s uncommon blitheness. Algernon Blancove, the young squire, had proposed for Rhoda"s hand.
CHAPTER XLIII
Anthony had robbed the Bank. The young squire was aware of the fact, and had offered to interpose for him, and to make good the money to the Bank, upon one condition. So much, Rhoda had gathered from her uncle"s babbling interjections throughout the day. The farmer knew only of the young squire"s proposal, which had been made direct to him; and he had left it to Robert to state the case to Rhoda, and plead for himself. She believed fully, when she came downstairs into the room where Robert was awaiting her, that she had but to speak and a mine would be sprung; and shrinking from it, hoping for it, she entered, and tried to fasten her eyes upon Robert distinctly, telling him the tale. Robert listened with a calculating seriousness of manner that quieted her physical dread of his pa.s.sion. She finished; and he said "It will, perhaps, save your uncle: I"m sure it will please your father."
She sat down, feeling that a warmth had gone, and that she was very bare.
"Must I consent, then?"
"If you can, I suppose."
Both being spirits formed for action, a perplexity found them weak as babes. He, moreover, was stung to see her debating at all upon such a question; and he was in despair before complicated events which gave nothing for his hands and heart to do. Stiff endurance seemed to him to be his lesson; and he made a show of having learnt it.
"Were you going out, Robert?"
"I usually make the rounds of the house, to be sure all"s safe."
His walking about the garden at night was not, then, for the purpose of looking at her window. Rhoda coloured in all her dark crimson with shame for thinking that it had been so.
"I must decide to-morrow morning."
"They say, the pillow"s the best counsellor."
A reply that presumed she would sleep appeared to her as bitterly unfriendly.
"Did father wish it?"
"Not by what he spoke."
"You suppose he does wish it?"
"Where"s the father who wouldn"t? Of course, he wishes it. He"s kind enough, but you may be certain he wishes it."
"Oh! Dahlia, Dahlia!" Rhoda moaned, under a rush of new sensations, unfilial, akin to those which her sister had distressed her by speaking shamelessly out.
"Ah! poor soul!" added Robert.
"My darling must be brave: she must have great courage. Dahlia cannot be a coward. I begin to see."
Rhoda threw up her face, and sat awhile as one who was reading old matters by a fresh light.
"I can"t think," she said, with a start. "Have I been dreadfully cruel?
Was I unsisterly? I have such a horror of some things--disgrace. And men are so hard on women; and father--I felt for him. And I hated that base man. It"s his cousin and his name! I could almost fancy this trial is brought round to me for punishment."
An ironic devil prompted Robert to say, "You can"t let harm come to your uncle."
The thing implied was the farthest in his idea of any woman"s possible duty.
"Are you of that opinion?" Rhoda questioned with her eyes, but uttered nothing.
Now, he had spoken almost in the ironical tone. She should have noted that. And how could a true-hearted girl suppose him capable of giving such counsel to her whom he loved? It smote him with horror and anger; but he was much too manly to betray these actual sentiments, and continued to dissemble. You see, he had not forgiven her for her indifference to him.
"You are no longer your own mistress," he said, meaning exactly the reverse.
This--that she was bound in generosity to sacrifice herself--was what Rhoda feared. There was no forceful pa.s.sion in her bosom to burst through the crowd of weak reasonings and vanities, to bid her be a woman, not a puppet; and the pa.s.sion in him, for which she craved, that she might be taken up by it and whirled into forgetfulness, with a seal of betrothal upon her lips, was absent so that she thought herself loved no more by Robert. She was weary of thinking and acting on her own responsibility, and would gladly have abandoned her will; yet her judgement, if she was still to exercise it, told her that the step she was bidden to take was one, the direct consequence and the fruit of her other resolute steps. Pride whispered, "You could compel your sister to do that which she abhorred;" and Pity pleaded for her poor old uncle Anthony. She looked back in imagination at that scene with him in London, amazed at her frenzy of power, and again, from that contemplation, amazed at her present nervelessness.
"I am not fit to be my own mistress," she said.
"Then, the sooner you decide the better," observed Robert, and the room became hot and narrow to him.
"Very little time is given me," she murmured. The sound was like a whimper; exasperating to one who had witnessed her remorseless energy.
"I dare say you won"t find the hardship so great," said he.
"Because," she looked up quickly, "I went out one day to meet him? Do you mean that, Robert? I went to hear news of my sister. I had received no letters from her. And he wrote to say that he could tell me about her. My uncle took me once to the Bank. I saw him there first. He spoke of Wrexby, and of my sister. It is pleasant to inexperienced girls to hear themselves praised. Since the day when you told me to turn back I have always respected you."
Her eyelids lowered softly.
Could she have humbled herself more? But she had, at the same time, touched his old wound: and his rival then was the wooer now, rich, and a gentleman. And this room, Robert thought as he looked about it, was the room in which she had refused him, when he first asked her to be his.
"I think," he said, "I"ve never begged your pardon for the last occasion of our being alone here together. I"ve had my arm round you. Don"t be frightened. That"s my marriage, and there was my wife. And there"s an end of my likings and my misconduct. Forgive me for calling it to mind."
"No, no, Robert," Rhoda lifted her hands, and, startled by the impulse, dropped them, saying: "What forgiveness? Was I ever angry with you?"
A look of tenderness accompanied the words, and grew into a dusky crimson rose under his eyes.