"Ishmael! You must come back with me now; there are things I want you to do at the vicarage. Come."
Ishmael recognised the tone of authority. He was an obedient child simply because he was so proud he would not fight a losing battle.
Sooner than be conquered he obeyed as though he were doing the thing commanded merely because he himself wished to, and for the same reason if he could forestall a command by his own action he did. He came to the Parson"s side.
"Must be going, Phoebe," he remarked carelessly; "I"ve a heap of things to do for to-night, you see. Morning, Mr. Lenine!"
And he set off again, with his thumbs in his belt.
CHAPTER III
THE KITCHEN
Annie Ruan and three of the children were a.s.sembled in the great kitchen preparing for the supper party that was to be held after the Neck had been cried. The world without was still steeped in the golden light of full afternoon, but the small windows only looked on to the courtyard and let little of the gleam into the low-ceiled room; dimness veiled the corners, and through it each plate on the old dresser held a faintly glimmering crescent of light. On a sheet of iron laid upon the open hearth the last loaves of barley-bread were baking under a crock, and Va.s.silissa Beggoe was preserving the leaven for next week"s breadmaking by the simple process of placing it in a saucer of water, where it would mildew in peace.
Va.s.silissa was the youngest of the four Beggoes,--only three years older than Ishmael. She was the most like Archelaus in face, and showed promise of a sleek, white and gold beauty to come; at present, being far too tall for her age, she seemed unable to manage her long legs and arms, but her movements had the graceful ungainliness of a young animal.
She was m.u.f.fled in a dirty print pinafore, and above its faded blue her neck looked a delicate privet-white, and would have looked whiter still had it been cleaner. In the dusk her little pale head, the shape of it clearly defined by the way in which she wore her hair sticking stiffly out from her nape in two tiny plaits, took on a quality suggestive of a frescoed angel--a delicately-modelled, faintly-shadowed quality that she might miss in a stronger light. Putting the saucer of leaven on the untidy dresser, she spoke over her shoulder to her mother.
"I be gwain to give myself a rub over and put on my Sunday gown. I be gwain now."
Annie paused in the act of washing a plate, and let the film of dirty water run off it into the pan again. Then she drew a deep breath, as though the greasy-smelling steam that wavered up towards her nostrils were the sweetest of incense. Va.s.silissa, who was accustomed to this silent gathering of the forces before her mother broke into specially impa.s.sioned speech, began calmly to untie her pinafore.
"That"s right!" cried Annie, with sudden vigour; "go off and make yourself fine, and lave me to wash all the cloam that"s been standen" up in grease these three days. Vanities o" the flesh are all you think on, "stead of helpen" your mother as has done everything for "ee since you was naught but a young babe, and that scrawlen" come night there was no gettin" any sleep. You might not be a maid toall for the help I get of "ee."
"I"ll help wi" the cloam," said a big, heavily-made boy who was seated at one end of the table, eating a pasty. He crammed the last pale, stodgy morsel into his mouth and pushed back his chair, saying:
"I"ll do the cloam for "ee, mother. Lave the maiden be."
John-James was a good-natured, thick-headed boy, the third in the family, and the one of her children who seemed to have inherited Annie"s peasant blood undiluted. He supplied the restful element in a house where the eldest-born was hot-tempered and revengeful and the second son more like a girl-child for sharpness and a woman grown for scheming. Tom had already made up his mind to be Mr. Tonkin"s office boy, and from that he meant to become articled clerk, and from that--who could tell?
Tom remained quiet on the subject of his ultimate intentions, but he was fighting his mother"s apathy and natural habit of opposition to attain the first step in his career. Mr. Tonkin, who, as Ishmael"s guardian, visited fairly frequently at the Manor, was expected to the supper that night, and Tom meant matters to come to a head. He had noticed what an influence the Methodist lawyer had over his mother and meant to use it for his own ends. Annie had a secret fear of Tom; Archelaus she adored, and Va.s.silissa came only second; but John-James she held of small account. She turned on him now even while she gave the dish into his hands.
"There you go, John-James Beggoe, talken" as though I grudged my own cheild maken" herself "ansome. Va.s.sie, my worm, you may have that bit o"
blue ribbon I bought last Corpus Fair--"tes in the chest."
Va.s.sie was off before her mother had time to change her mind, and John-James began slowly to rinse the china through the darkened water, on whose surface the grease lay in a shimmering arabesque. Annie went round the kitchen rasping the chairs over the stone floor and making futile dabs at their seats with her ap.r.o.n. She had that curious uncertainty of aim usually seen in dogs, who never seem to be sure of touching the object at which they paw.
The head and shoulders of Archelaus, furze-laden, pa.s.sed the window, apparently floating through the luminous warmth of afternoon that filled the courtyard as through the depths of the sea. The illusion was shattered when he kicked the door open and, striding in, flung his burden on to the dying fire. The sudden glow that leapt up revealed Tom ensconced in the settle, cleaning his boots with a pat of b.u.t.ter stolen from the dairy. He continued his occupation quite unmoved by the fulminations of his mother, bending his ruddy head over the boots. Tom was the "red-headed Dane" who crops up generation after generation in some Cornish families.
"Hold your tongue, mother," he said at last, holding one boot at arm"s length and c.o.c.king his head sideways the better to admire the effect of the b.u.t.tering; "I"m going to look decent to-night if no one else is. And so I don"t mind a-tellen" "ee--" with a sudden slip into the dialect that he studiously trained himself to avoid. Any lapse of the kind meant that Tom was not in a mood to be trifled with, and Annie turned suddenly to Archelaus.
"Where"s the cheild?" she asked.
"I set"n to gather bullock"s glows for th" fire--we shall want more"n furze for to-night," replied Archelaus. "Give I a light to take overstairs; "tes time I was cleanen" of myself. I"m gwain to run with the Neck to-night."
Annie went obediently to a cupboard and took out a little cup of oil in which a wick lay, the tongue of it drooping over the cup"s rim. She lit it with a twig from the fire and stood looking at Archelaus for a moment with the cup in her hand. The footlight effect softened her prominently-boned face and struck some of the over-strong colour from her cheeks--she showed a faint hint of the prettiness that had attracted the old Squire.
"An" who is it you"m thinken" will be at the door for "ee to kiss when you get in wi" the Neck?" she asked grimly.
Archelaus shuffled from one big foot to the other.
"Jenifer Keast, maybe?" pursued his mother.
"Happen Jenifer, happen another. A maid"s a maid," mumbled the disconcerted Archelaus.
Tom put his boots on the settle and stood up.
"It makes me sick to hear you, Archelaus," he declared slowly, but with extraordinary venom for a boy of fifteen; "Jenifer Keast! Have you no sense of who you are that you should think of Jenifer Keast?"
"She"m a fitty maid," muttered Archelaus.
"A fitty maid! Listen to the great bufflehead! She"s fitty enough but with nothing to her but the clothes on her back. You"ve no call to be leading a maid toall yet. S"pose you was ever master of Cloom, what would you be wanting with Jenifer Keast?"
"Master o" Cloom! That"s plum foolishness. We all d"knaw I"d be master o" Cloom if right were right, but there"s the law siden" wi" the cheild; devil run off wi" en!"
"If the devil don"t somebody else might," said Tom, "and then Cloom"d be mother"s and ours. Eh, I wish I was the eldest; I"m the only one with a headpiece on me."
"Th" cheild"s healthy enough," grumbled Archelaus.
"My children are all healthy; I never buried but the one between Tom and John-James and the one as never drew breath," interrupted Annie, "and if the cheild is set up by the law he"s your own flesh and blood. He would have been as fine a cheild as any of "ee if he"d kept his place."
"I"m not saying nothing against the brat," cried Tom in exasperated tones; "anyone"d think I wanted"n to die by the way you go on at me. I don"t--it don"t matter to me, for I"m going to be a lawyer like Mr.
Tonkin to Penzance, but Archelaus"ll be a fool if he don"t look higher than Jenifer Keast."
"I"m not looken" to lead no maid," cried the badgered Archelaus, s.n.a.t.c.hing the light. "Do "ee grudge a chap a kiss or two? What"s the harm in kissen"? You knew all about it when you was young, mother; you"re a nice one to talk to a chap, you are!"
With which unfilial gibe he disappeared.
Annie was one of those women who like a buffet, verbal or physical, from a man, whether he be husband, brother, or son. She looked after Archelaus with pride.
"He be rare and like his da when he"s got the uglies," she said; "he"ll look fine at the head o" the table to-night, will Arch"laus."
"Parson Boase"ll put Ishmael at the head of the table," announced Tom carelessly, with a sly glance at his mother. Annie whipped round at him in blank surprise, while even John-James paused in his washing-up and stood gaping over a dish.
"Gwain to put my own cheild auver my head and the head of my first-born, is "ee?" cried Annie. "Eh, that pa.s.son! Sim"me he"s lacken" his senses!
Sim"me that when the law lets a man like that come shoven" and meddlen"
in a woman"s house that the law"s lacken" its senses too!"
"Don"t fret about the law," advised Tom; "I"ve heard tell the law can be turned any way a clever chap has a mind. I"ll see what I can do with it when I"m to Mr. Tonkin, and then perhaps we"ll all snap our fingers at Parson Boase."
"Tom do talk a wunnerful pa.s.sel o" nonsense," remarked John-James placidly as his brother picked up his boots and went out. But Tom was of the truly great who can always contain themselves when there is nothing to be gained by an explosion, and he disappeared without answering.
Annie and John-James proceeded to put the finishing touches to the kitchen--John-James doing all the real good that was done, and Annie setting things backwards and forwards in her strange aimless way.
Upstairs Va.s.sie was tying her hair--brushed out now into a short, crimped fluff that made her look more like an angel than ever--with the blue ribbon; while Archelaus and Tom greased their locks with the remains of Tom"s stolen b.u.t.ter. Soon Annie and John-James also went upstairs to prepare themselves for the feast, and the kitchen grew slowly dark.
Ishmael staggered across the last field with his bucket of fuel, his lean little arms aching under its weight, but his mind singing the triumphant refrain: