While these discussions were going on amongst the group outside the Rainbow, a higher consultation was being carried on within, under the presidency of Mr. Crackenthorp, the rector, a.s.sisted by Squire Ca.s.s and other substantial parishioners. It had just occurred to Mr. Snell, the landlord--he being, as he observed, a man accustomed to put two and two together--to connect with the tinder-box, which, as deputy-constable, he himself had had the honourable distinction of finding, certain recollections of a pedlar who had called to drink at the house about a month before, and had actually stated that he carried a tinder-box about with him to light his pipe. Here, surely, was a clue to be followed out. And as memory, when duly impregnated with ascertained facts, is sometimes surprisingly fertile, Mr. Snell gradually recovered a vivid impression of the effect produced on him by the pedlar"s countenance and conversation. He had a "look with his eye" which fell unpleasantly on Mr. Snell"s sensitive organism. To be sure, he didn"t say anything particular--no, except that about the tinder-box--but it isn"t what a man says, it"s the way he says it. Moreover, he had a swarthy foreignness of complexion which boded little honesty.
"Did he wear ear-rings?" Mr. Crackenthorp wished to know, having some acquaintance with foreign customs.
"Well--stay--let me see," said Mr. Snell, like a docile clairvoyante, who would really not make a mistake if she could help it. After stretching the corners of his mouth and contracting his eyes, as if he were trying to see the ear-rings, he appeared to give up the effort, and said, "Well, he"d got ear-rings in his box to sell, so it"s nat"ral to suppose he might wear "em. But he called at every house, a"most, in the village; there"s somebody else, mayhap, saw "em in his ears, though I can"t take upon me rightly to say."
Mr. Snell was correct in his surmise, that somebody else would remember the pedlar"s ear-rings. For on the spread of inquiry among the villagers it was stated with gathering emphasis, that the parson had wanted to know whether the pedlar wore ear-rings in his ears, and an impression was created that a great deal depended on the eliciting of this fact. Of course, every one who heard the question, not having any distinct image of the pedlar as _without_ ear-rings, immediately had an image of him _with_ ear-rings, larger or smaller, as the case might be; and the image was presently taken for a vivid recollection, so that the glazier"s wife, a well-intentioned woman, not given to lying, and whose house was among the cleanest in the village, was ready to declare, as sure as ever she meant to take the sacrament the very next Christmas that was ever coming, that she had seen big ear-rings, in the shape of the young moon, in the pedlar"s two ears; while Jinny Oates, the cobbler"s daughter, being a more imaginative person, stated not only that she had seen them too, but that they had made her blood creep, as it did at that very moment while there she stood.
Also, by way of throwing further light on this clue of the tinder-box, a collection was made of all the articles purchased from the pedlar at various houses, and carried to the Rainbow to be exhibited there. In fact, there was a general feeling in the village, that for the clearing-up of this robbery there must be a great deal done at the Rainbow, and that no man need offer his wife an excuse for going there while it was the scene of severe public duties.
Some disappointment was felt, and perhaps a little indignation also, when it became known that Silas Marner, on being questioned by the Squire and the parson, had retained no other recollection of the pedlar than that he had called at his door, but had not entered his house, having turned away at once when Silas, holding the door ajar, had said that he wanted nothing. This had been Silas"s testimony, though he clutched strongly at the idea of the pedlar"s being the culprit, if only because it gave him a definite image of a whereabout for his gold after it had been taken away from its hiding-place: he could see it now in the pedlar"s box. But it was observed with some irritation in the village, that anybody but a "blind creatur" like Marner would have seen the man prowling about, for how came he to leave his tinder-box in the ditch close by, if he hadn"t been lingering there? Doubtless, he had made his observations when he saw Marner at the door. Anybody might know--and only look at him--that the weaver was a half-crazy miser. It was a wonder the pedlar hadn"t murdered him; men of that sort, with rings in their ears, had been known for murderers often and often; there had been one tried at the "sizes, not so long ago but what there were people living who remembered it.
G.o.dfrey Ca.s.s, indeed, entering the Rainbow during one of Mr. Snell"s frequently repeated recitals of his testimony, had treated it lightly, stating that he himself had bought a pen-knife of the pedlar, and thought him a merry grinning fellow enough; it was all nonsense, he said, about the man"s evil looks. But this was spoken of in the village as the random talk of youth, "as if it was only Mr. Snell who had seen something odd about the pedlar!" On the contrary, there were at least half-a-dozen who were ready to go before Justice Malam, and give in much more striking testimony than any the landlord could furnish. It was to be hoped Mr. G.o.dfrey would not go to Tarley and throw cold water on what Mr. Snell said there, and so prevent the justice from drawing up a warrant. He was suspected of intending this, when, after mid-day, he was seen setting off on horseback in the direction of Tarley.
But by this time G.o.dfrey"s interest in the robbery had faded before his growing anxiety about Dunstan and Wildfire, and he was going, not to Tarley, but to Batherley, unable to rest in uncertainty about them any longer. The possibility that Dunstan had played him the ugly trick of riding away with Wildfire, to return at the end of a month, when he had gambled away or otherwise squandered the price of the horse, was a fear that urged itself upon him more, even, than the thought of an accidental injury; and now that the dance at Mrs. Osgood"s was past, he was irritated with himself that he had trusted his horse to Dunstan.
Instead of trying to still his fears, he encouraged them, with that superst.i.tious impression which clings to us all, that if we expect evil very strongly it is the less likely to come; and when he heard a horse approaching at a trot, and saw a hat rising above a hedge beyond an angle of the lane, he felt as if his conjuration had succeeded. But no sooner did the horse come within sight, than his heart sank again. It was not Wildfire; and in a few moments more he discerned that the rider was not Dunstan, but Bryce, who pulled up to speak, with a face that implied something disagreeable.
"Well, Mr. G.o.dfrey, that"s a lucky brother of yours, that Master Dunsey, isn"t he?"
"What do you mean?" said G.o.dfrey, hastily.
"Why, hasn"t he been home yet?" said Bryce.
"Home? no. What has happened? Be quick. What has he done with my horse?"
"Ah, I thought it was yours, though he pretended you had parted with it to him."
"Has he thrown him down and broken his knees?" said G.o.dfrey, flushed with exasperation.
"Worse than that," said Bryce. "You see, I"d made a bargain with him to buy the horse for a hundred and twenty--a swinging price, but I always liked the horse. And what does he do but go and stake him--fly at a hedge with stakes in it, atop of a bank with a ditch before it.
The horse had been dead a pretty good while when he was found. So he hasn"t been home since, has he?"
"Home? no," said G.o.dfrey, "and he"d better keep away. Confound me for a fool! I might have known this would be the end of it."
"Well, to tell you the truth," said Bryce, "after I"d bargained for the horse, it did come into my head that he might be riding and selling the horse without your knowledge, for I didn"t believe it was his own. I knew Master Dunsey was up to his tricks sometimes. But where can he be gone? He"s never been seen at Batherley. He couldn"t have been hurt, for he must have walked off."
"Hurt?" said G.o.dfrey, bitterly. "He"ll never be hurt--he"s made to hurt other people."
"And so you _did_ give him leave to sell the horse, eh?" said Bryce.
"Yes; I wanted to part with the horse--he was always a little too hard in the mouth for me," said G.o.dfrey; his pride making him wince under the idea that Bryce guessed the sale to be a matter of necessity. "I was going to see after him--I thought some mischief had happened. I"ll go back now," he added, turning the horse"s head, and wishing he could get rid of Bryce; for he felt that the long-dreaded crisis in his life was close upon him. "You"re coming on to Raveloe, aren"t you?"
"Well, no, not now," said Bryce. "I _was_ coming round there, for I had to go to Flitton, and I thought I might as well take you in my way, and just let you know all I knew myself about the horse. I suppose Master Dunsey didn"t like to show himself till the ill news had blown over a bit. He"s perhaps gone to pay a visit at the Three Crowns, by Whitbridge--I know he"s fond of the house."
"Perhaps he is," said G.o.dfrey, rather absently. Then rousing himself, he said, with an effort at carelessness, "We shall hear of him soon enough, I"ll be bound."
"Well, here"s my turning," said Bryce, not surprised to perceive that G.o.dfrey was rather "down"; "so I"ll bid you good-day, and wish I may bring you better news another time."
G.o.dfrey rode along slowly, representing to himself the scene of confession to his father from which he felt that there was now no longer any escape. The revelation about the money must be made the very next morning; and if he withheld the rest, Dunstan would be sure to come back shortly, and, finding that he must bear the brunt of his father"s anger, would tell the whole story out of spite, even though he had nothing to gain by it. There was one step, perhaps, by which he might still win Dunstan"s silence and put off the evil day: he might tell his father that he had himself spent the money paid to him by Fowler; and as he had never been guilty of such an offence before, the affair would blow over after a little storming. But G.o.dfrey could not bend himself to this. He felt that in letting Dunstan have the money, he had already been guilty of a breach of trust hardly less culpable than that of spending the money directly for his own behoof; and yet there was a distinction between the two acts which made him feel that the one was so much more blackening than the other as to be intolerable to him.
"I don"t pretend to be a good fellow," he said to himself; "but I"m not a scoundrel--at least, I"ll stop short somewhere. I"ll bear the consequences of what I _have_ done sooner than make believe I"ve done what I never would have done. I"d never have spent the money for my own pleasure--I was tortured into it."
Through the remainder of this day G.o.dfrey, with only occasional fluctuations, kept his will bent in the direction of a complete avowal to his father, and he withheld the story of Wildfire"s loss till the next morning, that it might serve him as an introduction to heavier matter. The old Squire was accustomed to his son"s frequent absence from home, and thought neither Dunstan"s nor Wildfire"s non-appearance a matter calling for remark. G.o.dfrey said to himself again and again, that if he let slip this one opportunity of confession, he might never have another; the revelation might be made even in a more odious way than by Dunstan"s malignity: _she_ might come as she had threatened to do. And then he tried to make the scene easier to himself by rehearsal: he made up his mind how he would pa.s.s from the admission of his weakness in letting Dunstan have the money to the fact that Dunstan had a hold on him which he had been unable to shake off, and how he would work up his father to expect something very bad before he told him the fact. The old Squire was an implacable man: he made resolutions in violent anger, and he was not to be moved from them after his anger had subsided--as fiery volcanic matters cool and harden into rock. Like many violent and implacable men, he allowed evils to grow under favour of his own heedlessness, till they pressed upon him with exasperating force, and then he turned round with fierce severity and became unrelentingly hard. This was his system with his tenants: he allowed them to get into arrears, neglect their fences, reduce their stock, sell their straw, and otherwise go the wrong way,--and then, when he became short of money in consequence of this indulgence, he took the hardest measures and would listen to no appeal. G.o.dfrey knew all this, and felt it with the greater force because he had constantly suffered annoyance from witnessing his father"s sudden fits of unrelentingness, for which his own habitual irresolution deprived him of all sympathy. (He was not critical on the faulty indulgence which preceded these fits; _that_ seemed to him natural enough.) Still there was just the chance, G.o.dfrey thought, that his father"s pride might see this marriage in a light that would induce him to hush it up, rather than turn his son out and make the family the talk of the country for ten miles round.
This was the view of the case that G.o.dfrey managed to keep before him pretty closely till midnight, and he went to sleep thinking that he had done with inward debating. But when he awoke in the still morning darkness he found it impossible to reawaken his evening thoughts; it was as if they had been tired out and were not to be roused to further work. Instead of arguments for confession, he could now feel the presence of nothing but its evil consequences: the old dread of disgrace came back--the old shrinking from the thought of raising a hopeless barrier between himself and Nancy--the old disposition to rely on chances which might be favourable to him, and save him from betrayal. Why, after all, should he cut off the hope of them by his own act? He had seen the matter in a wrong light yesterday. He had been in a rage with Dunstan, and had thought of nothing but a thorough break-up of their mutual understanding; but what it would be really wisest for him to do, was to try and soften his father"s anger against Dunsey, and keep things as nearly as possible in their old condition.
If Dunsey did not come back for a few days (and G.o.dfrey did not know but that the rascal had enough money in his pocket to enable him to keep away still longer), everything might blow over.
CHAPTER IX
G.o.dfrey rose and took his own breakfast earlier than usual, but lingered in the wainscoted parlour till his younger brothers had finished their meal and gone out; awaiting his father, who always took a walk with his managing-man before breakfast. Every one breakfasted at a different hour in the Red House, and the Squire was always the latest, giving a long chance to a rather feeble morning appet.i.te before he tried it. The table had been spread with substantial eatables nearly two hours before he presented himself--a tall, stout man of sixty, with a face in which the knit brow and rather hard glance seemed contradicted by the slack and feeble mouth. His person showed marks of habitual neglect, his dress was slovenly; and yet there was something in the presence of the old Squire distinguishable from that of the ordinary farmers in the parish, who were perhaps every whit as refined as he, but, having slouched their way through life with a consciousness of being in the vicinity of their "betters", wanted that self-possession and authoritativeness of voice and carriage which belonged to a man who thought of superiors as remote existences with whom he had personally little more to do than with America or the stars. The Squire had been used to parish homage all his life, used to the presupposition that his family, his tankards, and everything that was his, were the oldest and best; and as he never a.s.sociated with any gentry higher than himself, his opinion was not disturbed by comparison.
He glanced at his son as he entered the room, and said, "What, sir!
haven"t _you_ had your breakfast yet?" but there was no pleasant morning greeting between them; not because of any unfriendliness, but because the sweet flower of courtesy is not a growth of such homes as the Red House.
"Yes, sir," said G.o.dfrey, "I"ve had my breakfast, but I was waiting to speak to you."
"Ah! well," said the Squire, throwing himself indifferently into his chair, and speaking in a ponderous coughing fashion, which was felt in Raveloe to be a sort of privilege of his rank, while he cut a piece of beef, and held it up before the deer-hound that had come in with him.
"Ring the bell for my ale, will you? You youngsters" business is your own pleasure, mostly. There"s no hurry about it for anybody but yourselves."
The Squire"s life was quite as idle as his sons", but it was a fiction kept up by himself and his contemporaries in Raveloe that youth was exclusively the period of folly, and that their aged wisdom was constantly in a state of endurance mitigated by sarcasm. G.o.dfrey waited, before he spoke again, until the ale had been brought and the door closed--an interval during which Fleet, the deer-hound, had consumed enough bits of beef to make a poor man"s holiday dinner.
"There"s been a cursed piece of ill-luck with Wildfire," he began; "happened the day before yesterday."
"What! broke his knees?" said the Squire, after taking a draught of ale. "I thought you knew how to ride better than that, sir. I never threw a horse down in my life. If I had, I might ha" whistled for another, for _my_ father wasn"t quite so ready to unstring as some other fathers I know of. But they must turn over a new leaf--_they_ must. What with mortgages and arrears, I"m as short o" cash as a roadside pauper. And that fool Kimble says the newspaper"s talking about peace. Why, the country wouldn"t have a leg to stand on. Prices "ud run down like a jack, and I should never get my arrears, not if I sold all the fellows up. And there"s that d.a.m.ned Fowler, I won"t put up with him any longer; I"ve told Winthrop to go to c.o.x this very day.
The lying scoundrel told me he"d be sure to pay me a hundred last month. He takes advantage because he"s on that outlying farm, and thinks I shall forget him."
The Squire had delivered this speech in a coughing and interrupted manner, but with no pause long enough for G.o.dfrey to make it a pretext for taking up the word again. He felt that his father meant to ward off any request for money on the ground of the misfortune with Wildfire, and that the emphasis he had thus been led to lay on his shortness of cash and his arrears was likely to produce an att.i.tude of mind the utmost unfavourable for his own disclosure. But he must go on, now he had begun.
"It"s worse than breaking the horse"s knees--he"s been staked and killed," he said, as soon as his father was silent, and had begun to cut his meat. "But I wasn"t thinking of asking you to buy me another horse; I was only thinking I"d lost the means of paying you with the price of Wildfire, as I"d meant to do. Dunsey took him to the hunt to sell him for me the other day, and after he"d made a bargain for a hundred and twenty with Bryce, he went after the hounds, and took some fool"s leap or other that did for the horse at once. If it hadn"t been for that, I should have paid you a hundred pounds this morning."
The Squire had laid down his knife and fork, and was staring at his son in amazement, not being sufficiently quick of brain to form a probable guess as to what could have caused so strange an inversion of the paternal and filial relations as this proposition of his son to pay him a hundred pounds.
"The truth is, sir--I"m very sorry--I was quite to blame," said G.o.dfrey. "Fowler did pay that hundred pounds. He paid it to me, when I was over there one day last month. And Dunsey bothered me for the money, and I let him have it, because I hoped I should be able to pay it you before this."
The Squire was purple with anger before his son had done speaking, and found utterance difficult. "You let Dunsey have it, sir? And how long have you been so thick with Dunsey that you must _collogue_ with him to embezzle my money? Are you turning out a scamp? I tell you I won"t have it. I"ll turn the whole pack of you out of the house together, and marry again. I"d have you to remember, sir, my property"s got no entail on it;--since my grandfather"s time the Ca.s.ses can do as they like with their land. Remember that, sir. Let Dunsey have the money!
Why should you let Dunsey have the money? There"s some lie at the bottom of it."
"There"s no lie, sir," said G.o.dfrey. "I wouldn"t have spent the money myself, but Dunsey bothered me, and I was a fool, and let him have it.
But I meant to pay it, whether he did or not. That"s the whole story.
I never meant to embezzle money, and I"m not the man to do it. You never knew me do a dishonest trick, sir."
"Where"s Dunsey, then? What do you stand talking there for? Go and fetch Dunsey, as I tell you, and let him give account of what he wanted the money for, and what he"s done with it. He shall repent it. I"ll turn him out. I said I would, and I"ll do it. He shan"t brave me. Go and fetch him."
"Dunsey isn"t come back, sir."
"What! did he break his own neck, then?" said the Squire, with some disgust at the idea that, in that case, he could not fulfil his threat.