"I have deserved this," Mr Benson replied. "But," continued he, after a moment"s pause, "I will not speak of myself, but of Ruth. Surely, sir, the end I aimed at (the means I took to obtain it were wrong; you cannot feel that more than I do) was a right one; and you will not--you cannot say, that your children have suffered from a.s.sociating with her. I had her in my family, under the watchful eyes of three anxious persons for a year or more; we saw faults--no human being is without them--and poor Ruth"s were but slight venial errors; but we saw no sign of a corrupt mind--no glimpse of boldness or forwardness--no token of want of conscientiousness; she seemed, and was, a young and gentle girl, who had been led astray before she fairly knew what life was."
"I suppose most depraved women have been innocent in their time,"
said Mr Bradshaw, with bitter contempt.
"Oh, Mr Bradshaw! Ruth was not depraved, and you know it. You cannot have seen her--have known her daily, all these years, without acknowledging that!" Mr Benson was almost breathless, awaiting Mr Bradshaw"s answer. The quiet self-control which he had maintained so long, was gone now.
"I saw her daily--I did _not_ know her. If I had known her, I should have known she was fallen and depraved, and consequently not fit to come into my house, nor to a.s.sociate with my pure children."
"Now I wish G.o.d would give me power to speak out convincingly what I believe to be His truth, that not every woman who has fallen is depraved; that many--how many the Great Judgment Day will reveal to those who have shaken off the poor, sore, penitent hearts on earth--many, many crave and hunger after a chance for virtue--the help which no man gives to them--help--that gentle, tender help which Jesus gave once to Mary Magdalen." Mr Benson was almost choked by his own feelings.
"Come, come, Mr Benson, let us have no more of this morbid way of talking. The world has decided how such women are to be treated; and, you may depend upon it, there is so much practical wisdom in the world that its way of acting is right in the long run, and that no one can fly in its face with impunity, unless, indeed, they stoop to deceit and imposition."
"I take my stand with Christ against the world," said Mr Benson, solemnly, disregarding the covert allusion to himself. "What have the world"s ways ended in? Can we be much worse than we are?"
"Speak for yourself, if you please."
"Is it not time to change some of our ways of thinking and acting? I declare before G.o.d, that if I believe in any one human truth, it is this--that to every woman who, like Ruth, has sinned, should be given a chance of self-redemption--and that such a chance should be given in no supercilious or contemptuous manner, but in the spirit of the holy Christ."
"Such as getting her into a friend"s house under false colours."
"I do not argue on Ruth"s case. In that I have acknowledged my error.
I do not argue on any case. I state my firm belief, that it is G.o.d"s will that we should not dare to trample any of His creatures down to the hopeless dust; that it is G.o.d"s will that the women who have fallen should be numbered among those who have broken hearts to be bound up, not cast aside as lost beyond recall. If this be G.o.d"s will, as a thing of G.o.d it will stand; and He will open a way."
"I should have attached much more importance to all your exhortation on this point if I could have respected your conduct in other matters. As it is, when I see a man who has deluded himself into considering falsehood right, I am disinclined to take his opinion on subjects connected with morality; and I can no longer regard him as a fitting exponent of the will of G.o.d. You perhaps understand what I mean, Mr Benson. I can no longer attend your chapel."
If Mr Benson had felt any hope of making Mr Bradshaw"s obstinate mind receive the truth, that he acknowledged and repented of his connivance at the falsehood by means of which Ruth had been received into the Bradshaw family, this last sentence prevented his making the attempt. He simply bowed and took his leave--Mr Bradshaw attending him to the door with formal ceremony.
He felt acutely the severance of the tie which Mr Bradshaw had just announced to him. He had experienced many mortifications in his intercourse with that gentleman, but they had fallen off from his meek spirit like drops of water from a bird"s plumage; and now he only remembered the acts of substantial kindness rendered (the ostentation all forgotten)--many happy hours and pleasant evenings--the children whom he had loved dearer than he thought till now--the young people about whom he had cared, and whom he had striven to lead aright. He was but a young man when Mr Bradshaw first came to his chapel; they had grown old together; he had never recognised Mr Bradshaw as an old familiar friend so completely as now when they were severed.
It was with a heavy heart that he opened his own door. He went to his study immediately; he sat down to steady himself into his position.
How long he was there--silent and alone--reviewing his life--confessing his sins--he did not know; but he heard some unusual sound in the house that disturbed him--roused him to present life.
A slow, languid step came along the pa.s.sage to the front door--the breathing was broken by many sighs.
Ruth"s hand was on the latch when Mr Benson came out. Her face was very white, except two red spots on each cheek--her eyes were deep-sunk and hollow, but glittered with feverish l.u.s.tre. "Ruth!"
exclaimed he. She moved her lips, but her throat and mouth were too dry for her to speak.
"Where are you going?" asked he; for she had all her walking things on, yet trembled so, even as she stood, that it was evident she could not walk far without falling.
She hesitated--she looked up at him, still with the same dry glittering eyes. At last she whispered (for she could only speak in a whisper), "To Helmsby--I am going to Helmsby."
"Helmsby! my poor girl--may G.o.d have mercy upon you!" for he saw she hardly knew what she was saying. "Where is Helmsby?"
"I don"t know. In Lincolnshire, I think."
"But why are you going there?"
"Hush! he"s asleep," said she, as Mr Benson had unconsciously raised his voice.
"Who is asleep?" asked Mr Benson.
"That poor little boy," said she, beginning to quiver and cry.
"Come here!" said he, authoritatively, drawing her into the study.
"Sit down in that chair. I will come back directly."
He went in search of his sister, but she had not returned. Then he had recourse to Sally, who was as busy as ever about her cleaning.
"How long has Ruth been at home?" asked he.
"Ruth! She has never been at home sin" morning. She and Leonard were to be off for the day somewhere or other with them Bradshaw girls."
"Then she has had no dinner?"
"Not here, at any rate. I can"t answer for what she may have done at other places."
"And Leonard--where is he?"
"How should I know? With his mother, I suppose. Leastways, that was what was fixed on. I"ve enough to do of my own, without routing after other folks."
She went on scouring in no very good temper. Mr Benson stood silent for a moment.
"Sally," he said, "I want a cup of tea. Will you make it as soon as you can; and some dry toast too? I"ll come for it in ten minutes."
Struck by something in his voice, she looked up at him for the first time.
"What ha" ye been doing to yourself, to look so grim and grey? Tiring yourself all to tatters, looking after some naught, I"ll be bound!
Well! well! I mun make ye your tea, I reckon; but I did hope as you grew older you"d ha" grown wiser!"
Mr Benson made no reply, but went to look for Leonard, hoping that the child"s presence might bring back to his mother the power of self-control. He opened the parlour-door, and looked in, but saw no one. Just as he was shutting it, however, he heard a deep, broken, sobbing sigh; and, guided by the sound, he found the boy lying on the floor, fast asleep, but with his features all swollen and disfigured by pa.s.sionate crying.
"Poor child! This was what she meant, then," thought Mr Benson. "He has begun his share of the sorrows too," he continued, pitifully.
"No! I will not waken him back to consciousness." So he returned alone into the study. Ruth sat where he had placed her, her head bent back, and her eyes shut. But when he came in she started up.
"I must be going," she said, in a hurried way.
"Nay, Ruth, you must not go. You must not leave us. We cannot do without you. We love you too much."
"Love me!" said she, looking at him wistfully. As she looked, her eyes filled slowly with tears. It was a good sign, and Mr Benson took heart to go on.
"Yes! Ruth. You know we do. You may have other things to fill up your mind just now, but you know we love you; and nothing can alter our love for you. You ought not to have thought of leaving us. You would not, if you had been quite well."
"Do you know what has happened?" she asked, in a low, hoa.r.s.e voice.
"Yes. I know all," he answered. "It makes no difference to us. Why should it?"
"Oh! Mr Benson, don"t you know that my shame is discovered?" she replied, bursting into tears--"and I must leave you, and leave Leonard, that you may not share in my disgrace."