"Well, well, William," said John Foster, highly gratified, "there be time enough to talk over that. There was one thing more to be said, was there not, brother Jeremiah? We do not wish to have this talked over in Monkshaven until shortly before the time when yo" must enter on the business. We have our own arrangements to make wi" regard to the banking concern, and there"ll be lawyer"s work to do, after yo"ve examined books and looked over stock again together; may-be we"ve overstated it, or t" fixtures aren"t worth so much as we said.
Anyhow yo" must each on yo" give us yo"r word for to keep fra"
naming this night"s conversation to any one. Meantime, Jeremiah and I will have to pay accounts, and take a kind of farewell of the merchants and manufacturers with whom Fosters have had dealings this seventy or eighty year; and when and where it seems fitting to us we will take one of yo" to introduce as our successors and friends. But all that"s to come. But yo" must each give us yo"r word not to name what has pa.s.sed here to any one till further speech on the subject has pa.s.sed between us."
Coulson immediately gave the promise. Philip"s a.s.sent came lagging.
He had thought of Sylvia living, almost as much as of the dead mother, whose last words had been a committal of her child to the Father of the friendless; and now that a short delay was placed between the sight of the cup and his enjoyment of it, there was an impatient chafing in the mind of the composed and self-restrained Philip; and then repentance quick as lightning effaced the feeling, and he pledged himself to the secrecy which was enjoined. Some few more details as to their mode of procedure--of verifying the Fosters" statements, which to the younger men seemed a perfectly unnecessary piece of business--of probable journeys and introductions, and then farewell was bidden, and Hepburn and Coulson were in the pa.s.sage donning their wraps, and rather to their indignation being a.s.sisted therein by Martha, who was accustomed to the office with her own master. Suddenly they were recalled into the parlour.
John Foster was fumbling with the papers a little nervously: Jeremiah spoke--
"We have not thought it necessary to commend Hester Rose to you; if she had been a lad she would have had a third o" the business along wi" yo". Being a woman, it"s ill troubling her with a partnership; better give her a fixed salary till such time as she marries."
He looked a little knowingly and curiously at the faces of the young men he addressed. William Coulson seemed sheepish and uncomfortable, but said nothing, leaving it as usual to Philip to be spokesman.
"If we hadn"t cared for Hester for hersel", master, we should ha"
cared for her as being forespoken by yo". Yo" and Master John shall fix what we ought t" pay her; and I think I may make bold to say that, as our income rises, hers shall too--eh, Coulson?" (a sound of a.s.sent quite distinct enough); "for we both look on her as a sister and on Alice like a mother, as I told her only this very day."
CHAPTER XV
A DIFFICULT QUESTION
Philip went to bed with that kind of humble penitent grat.i.tude in his heart, which we sometimes feel after a sudden revulsion of feeling from despondency to hope. The night before it seemed as if all events were so arranged as to thwart him in his dearest wishes; he felt now as if his discontent and repining, not twenty-four hours before, had been almost impious, so great was the change in his circ.u.mstances for the better. Now all seemed promising for the fulfilment of what he most desired. He was almost convinced that he was mistaken in thinking that Kinraid had had anything more than a sailor"s admiration for a pretty girl with regard to Sylvia; at any rate, he was going away to-morrow, in all probability not to return for another year (for Greenland ships left for the northern seas as soon as there was a chance of the ice being broken up), and ere then he himself might speak out openly, laying before her parents all his fortunate prospects, and before her all his deep pa.s.sionate love.
So this night his prayers were more than the mere form that they had been the night before; they were a vehement expression of grat.i.tude to G.o.d for having, as it were, interfered on his behalf, to grant him the desire of his eyes and the l.u.s.t of his heart. He was like too many of us, he did not place his future life in the hands of G.o.d, and only ask for grace to do His will in whatever circ.u.mstances might arise; but he yearned in that terrible way after a blessing which, when granted under such circ.u.mstances, too often turns out to be equivalent to a curse. And that spirit brings with it the material and earthly idea that all events that favour our wishes are answers to our prayer; and so they are in one sense, but they need prayer in a deeper and higher spirit to keep us from the temptation to evil which such events invariably bring with them.
Philip little knew how Sylvia"s time had been pa.s.sed that day. If he had, he would have laid down this night with even a heavier heart than he had done on the last.
Charley Kinraid accompanied his cousins as far as the spot where the path to Haytersbank Farm diverged. Then he stopped his merry talk, and announced his intention of going to see farmer Robson. Bessy Corney looked disappointed and a little sulky; but her sister Molly Brunton laughed, and said,--
"Tell truth, lad! Dannel Robson "d niver have a call fra" thee if he hadn"t a pretty daughter."
"Indeed, but he would," replied Charley, rather annoyed; "when I"ve said a thing, I do it. I promised last night to go see him; besides, I like the old man."
"Well! when shall we tell mother yo"re comin" whoam?"
"Toward eight o"clock--may-be sooner."
"Why it"s bare five now! bless t" lad, does he think o" staying theere a" neet, and they up so late last night, and Mrs. Robson ailing beside? Mother "ll not think it kind on yo" either, will she, Bess?"
"I dunno. Charley mun do as he likes; I daresay no one"ll miss him if he does bide away till eight."
"Well, well! I can"t tell what I shall do; but yo"d best not stop lingering here, for it"s getting on, and there"ll be a keen frost by t" look o" the stars."
Haytersbank was closed for the night as far as it ever was closed; there were no shutters to the windows, nor did they care to draw the inside curtains, so few were the pa.s.sers-by. The house door was fastened; but the shippen door a little on in the same long low block of building stood open, and a dim light made an oblong upon the snowy ground outside. As Kinraid drew near he heard talking there, and a woman"s voice; he threw a pa.s.sing glance through the window into the fire-lit house-place, and seeing Mrs. Robson asleep by the fireside in her easy-chair, he went on.
There was the intermittent sound of the sharp whistling of milk into the pail, and Kester, sitting on a three-legged stool, cajoling a capricious cow into letting her fragrant burden flow. Sylvia stood near the farther window-ledge, on which a horn lantern was placed, pretending to knit at a gray worsted stocking, but in reality laughing at Kester"s futile endeavours, and finding quite enough to do with her eyes, in keeping herself untouched by the whisking tail, or the occasional kick. The frosty air was mellowed by the warm and odorous breath of the cattle--breath that hung about the place in faint misty clouds. There was only a dim light; such as it was, it was not dearly defined against the dark heavy shadow in which the old black rafters and manger and part.i.tions were enveloped.
As Charley came to the door, Kester was saying, "Quiet wi" thee, wench! Theere now, she"s a beauty, if she"ll stand still. There"s niver sich a cow i" t" Riding; if she"ll only behave hersel". She"s a bonny la.s.s, she is; let down her milk, theere"s a pretty!"
"Why, Kester," laughed Sylvia, "thou"rt asking her for her milk wi"
as many pretty speeches as if thou wert wooing a wife!"
"Hey, la.s.s!" said Kester, turning a bit towards her, and shutting one eye to c.o.c.k the other the better upon her; an operation which puckered up his already wrinkled face into a thousand new lines and folds. "An" how does thee know how a man woos a wife, that thee talks so knowin" about it? That"s tellin". Some un"s been tryin" it on thee."
"There"s niver a one been so impudent," said Sylvia, reddening and tossing her head a little; "I"d like to see "em try me!"
"Well, well!" said Kester, wilfully misunderstanding her meaning, "thou mun be patient, wench; and if thou"s a good la.s.s, may-be thy turn "ll come and they "ll try it."
"I wish thou"d talk of what thou"s some knowledge on, Kester, i"stead of i" that silly way," replied Sylvia.
"Then a mun talk no more "bout women, for they"re past knowin", an"
druv e"en King Solomon silly."
At this moment Charley stepped in. Sylvia gave a little start and dropped her ball of worsted. Kester made as though absorbed in his task of cajoling Black Nell; but his eyes and ears were both vigilant.
"I was going into the house, but I saw yo"r mother asleep, and I didn"t like to waken her, so I just came on here. Is yo"r father to the fore?"
"No," said Sylvia, hanging down her head a little, wondering if he could have heard the way in which she and Kester had been talking, and thinking over her little foolish jokes with anger against herself. "Father is gone to Winthrop about some pigs as he"s heerd on. He"ll not be back till seven o"clock or so."
It was but half-past five, and Sylvia in the irritation of the moment believed that she wished Kinraid would go. But she would have been extremely disappointed if he had. Kinraid himself seemed to have no thought of the kind. He saw with his quick eyes, not unaccustomed to women, that his coming so unexpectedly had fluttered Sylvia, and anxious to make her quite at her ease with him, and not unwilling to conciliate Kester, he addressed his next speech to him, with the same kind of air of interest in the old man"s pursuit that a young man of a different cla.s.s sometimes puts on when talking to the chaperone of a pretty girl in a ball-room.
"That"s a handsome beast yo"ve just been milking, master."
"Ay; but handsome is as handsome does. It were only yesterday as she aimed her leg right at t" pail wi" t" afterings in. She knowed it were afterings as well as any Christian, and t" more t" mischief t"
better she likes it; an" if a hadn"t been too quick for her, it would have a" gone swash down i" t" litter. This"n "s a far better cow i" t" long run, she"s just a steady goer," as the milky down-pour came musical and even from the stall next to Black Nell"s.
Sylvia was knitting away vigorously, thinking all the while that it was a great pity she had not put on a better gown, or even a cap with brighter ribbon, and quite unconscious how very pretty she looked standing against the faint light, her head a little bent down; her hair catching bright golden touches, as it fell from under her little linen cap; her pink bed-gown, confined by her ap.r.o.n-string, giving a sort of easy grace to her figure; her dark full linsey petticoat short above her trim ancles, looking far more suitable to the place where she was standing than her long gown of the night before would have done. Kinraid was wanting to talk to her, and to make her talk, but was uncertain how to begin. In the meantime Kester went on with the subject last spoken about.
"Black Nell"s at her fourth calf now, so she ought to ha" left off her tricks and turned sober-like. But bless yo", there"s some cows as "ll be skittish till they"re fat for t" butcher. Not but what a like milking her better nor a steady goer; a man has allays summat to be watchin" for; and a"m kind o" set up when a"ve mastered her at last. T" young missus theere, she"s mighty fond o" comin" t" see Black Nell at her tantrums. She"d niver come near me if a" cows were like this"n."
"Do you often come and see the cows milked?" asked Kinraid,
"Many a time," said Sylvia, smiling a little. "Why, when we"re throng, I help Kester; but now we"ve only Black Nell and Daisy giving milk. Kester knows as I can milk Black Nell quite easy," she continued, half vexed that Kester had not named this accomplishment.
"Ay! when she"s in a good frame o" mind, as she is sometimes. But t"
difficulty is to milk her at all times."
"I wish I"d come a bit sooner. I should like t" have seen you milk Black Nell," addressing Sylvia.
"Yo"d better come to-morrow e"en, and see what a hand she"ll mak" on her," said Kester.
"To-morrow night I shall be far on my road back to Shields."
"To-morrow!" said Sylvia, suddenly looking up at him, and then dropping her eyes, as she found he had been watching for the effect of his intelligence on her.
"I mun be back at t" whaler, where I"m engaged," continued he.