"That"s a pretty ribbon in thy hair, Sylvia; I"d like to have one o"
t" same pattern. Feyther likes pickled walnuts stuck about t" round o" beef, Molly."
"I know what I"m about," replied Mrs. Brunton, with a toss of her married head.
Bessy resumed her inquiry.
"Is there any more to be had wheere that come fra", Sylvia?"
"I don"t know," replied Sylvia. "It come fra" Foster"s, and yo" can ask."
"What might it cost?" said Betsy, fingering an end of it to test its quality.
"I can"t tell," said Sylvia, "it were a present."
"Niver mak" ado about t" price," said Molly; "I"ll gi"e thee enough on "t to tie up thy hair, just like Sylvia"s. Only thou hastn"t such wealth o" curls as she has; it"ll niver look t" same i" thy straight locks. And who might it be as give it thee, Sylvia?" asked the unscrupulous, if good-natured Molly.
"My cousin Philip, him as is shopman at Foster"s," said Sylvia, innocently. But it was far too good an opportunity for the exercise of Molly"s kind of wit for her to pa.s.s over.
"Oh, oh! our cousin Philip, is it? and he"ll not be living so far away from your mother? I"ve no need be a witch to put two and two together. He"s a coming here to-night, isn"t he, Bessy?"
"I wish yo" wouldn"t talk so, Molly," said Sylvia; "me and Philip is good enough friends, but we niver think on each other in that way; leastways, I don"t."
"(Sweet b.u.t.ter! now that"s my mother"s old-fashioned way; as if folks must eat sweet b.u.t.ter now-a-days, because her mother did!) That way," continued Molly, in the manner that annoyed Sylvia so much, repeating her words as if for the purpose of laughing at them.
""That way?" and pray what is t" way yo"re speaking on? I niver said nought about marrying, did I, that yo" need look so red and shamefaced about yo"r cousin Philip? But, as Brunton says, if t" cap fits yo", put it on. I"m glad he"s comin" to-night tho", for as I"m done makin" love and courtin", it"s next best t" watch other folks; an" yo"r face, Sylvia, has letten me into a secret, as I"d some glimpses on afore I was wed."
Sylvia secretly determined not to speak a word more to Philip than she could help, and wondered how she could ever have liked Molly at all, much less have made a companion of her. The table was now laid out, and nothing remained but to criticize the arrangement a little.
Bessy was full of admiration.
"Theere, Molly!" said she. "Yo" niver seed more vittle brought together i" Newca.s.sel, I"ll be bound; there"ll be above half a hundredweight o" butcher"s meat, beside pies and custards. I"ve eaten no dinner these two days for thinking on "t; it"s been a weary burden on my mind, but it"s off now I see how well it looks. I told mother not to come near it till we"d spread it all out, and now I"ll go fetch her."
Bessy ran off into the house-place.
"It"s well enough in a country kind o" way," said Molly, with the faint approbation of condescension. "But if I"d thought on, I"d ha"
brought "em down a beast or two done i" sponge-cake, wi" currants for his eyes to give t" table an air."
The door was opened, and Bessy came in smiling and blushing with proud pleasure. Her mother followed her on tip-toe, smoothing down her ap.r.o.n, and with her voice subdued to a whisper:--
"Ay, my la.s.s, it _is_ fine! But dunnot mak" an ado about it, let "em think it"s just our common way. If any one says aught about how good t" vittle is, tak" it calm, and say we"n better i" t" house,--it"ll mak" "em eat wi" a better appet.i.te, and think the more on us.
Sylvie, I"m much beholden t" ye for comin" so early, and helpin" t"
la.s.ses, but yo" mun come in t" house-place now, t" folks is gatherin", an" yo"r cousin"s been asking after yo" a"ready."
Molly gave her a nudge, which made Sylvia"s face go all aflame with angry embarra.s.sment. She was conscious that the watching which Molly had threatened her with began directly; for Molly went up to her husband, and whispered something to him which set him off in a chuckling laugh, and Sylvia was aware that his eyes followed her about with knowing looks all the evening. She would hardly speak to Philip, and pretended not to see his outstretched hand, but pa.s.sed on to the chimney-corner, and tried to shelter herself behind the broad back of farmer Corney, who had no notion of relinquishing his customary place for all the young people who ever came to the house,--or for any old people either, for that matter. It was his household throne, and there he sat with no more idea of abdicating in favour of any comer than King George at St James"s. But he was glad to see his friends; and had paid them the unwonted compliment of shaving on a week-day, and putting on his Sunday coat. The united efforts of wife and children had failed to persuade him to make any farther change in his attire; to all their arguments on this head he had replied,--
"Them as doesn"t like t" see me i" my work-a-day wescut and breeches may bide away."
It was the longest sentence he said that day, but he repeated it several times over. He was glad enough to see all the young people, but they were not "of his kidney," as he expressed it to himself, and he did not feel any call upon himself to entertain them. He left that to his bustling wife, all smartness and smiles, and to his daughters and son-in-law. His efforts at hospitality consisted in sitting still, smoking his pipe; when any one came, he took it out of his mouth for an instant, and nodded his head in a cheerful friendly way, without a word of speech; and then returned to his smoking with the greater relish for the moment"s intermission. He thought to himself:--
"They"re a set o" young chaps as thinks more on t" la.s.ses than on baccy;--they"ll find out their mistake in time; give "em time, give "em time."
And before eight o"clock, he went as quietly as a man of twelve stone can upstairs to bed, having made a previous arrangement with his wife that she should bring him up about two pounds of spiced beef, and a hot tumbler of stiff grog. But at the beginning of the evening he formed a good screen for Sylvia, who was rather a favourite with the old man, for twice he spoke to her.
"Feyther smokes?"
"Yes," said Sylvia.
"Reach me t" baccy-box, my la.s.s."
And that was all the conversation that pa.s.sed between her and her nearest neighbour for the first quarter of an hour after she came into company.
But, for all her screen, she felt a pair of eyes were fixed upon her with a glow of admiration deepening their honest brightness.
Somehow, look in what direction she would, she caught the glance of those eyes before she could see anything else. So she played with her ap.r.o.n-strings, and tried not to feel so conscious. There were another pair of eyes,--not such beautiful, sparkling eyes,--deep-set, earnest, sad, nay, even gloomy, watching her every movement; but of this she was not aware. Philip had not recovered from the rebuff she had given him by refusing his offered hand, and was standing still, in angry silence, when Mrs. Corney thrust a young woman just arrived upon his attention.
"Come, Measter Hepburn, here"s Nancy Pratt wi"out ev"n a soul to speak t" her, an" yo" mopin" theere. She says she knows yo" by sight fra" having dealt at Foster"s these six year. See if yo" can"t find summut t" say t" each other, for I mun go pour out tea. Dixons, an"
Walkers, an" Elliotts, an" Smiths is come," said she, marking off the families on her fingers, as she looked round and called over their names; "an" there"s only Will Latham an" his two sisters, and Roger Harbottle, an" Taylor t" come; an" they"ll turn up afore tea"s ended."
So she went off to her duty at the one table, which, placed alongside of the dresser, was the only article of furniture left in the middle of the room: all the seats being arranged as close to the four walls as could be managed. The candles of those days gave but a faint light compared to the light of the immense fire, which it was a point of hospitality to keep at the highest roaring, blazing pitch; the young women occupied the seats, with the exception of two or three of the elder ones, who, in an eager desire to show their capability, insisted on helping Mrs. Corney in her duties, very much to her annoyance, as there were certain little contrivances for eking out cream, and adjusting the strength of the cups of tea to the worldly position of the intended drinkers, which she did not like every one to see. The young men,--whom tea did not embolden, and who had as yet had no chance of stronger liquor,--cl.u.s.tered in rustic shyness round the door, not speaking even to themselves, except now and then, when one, apparently the wag of the party, made some whispered remark, which set them all off laughing; but in a minute they checked themselves, and pa.s.sed the back of their hands across their mouths to compose that unlucky feature, and then some would try to fix their eyes on the rafters of the ceiling, in a manner which was decorous if rather abstracted from the business in hand. Most of these were young farmers, with whom Philip had nothing in common, and from whom, in shy reserve, he had withdrawn himself when he first came in. But now he wished himself among them sooner than set to talk to Nancy Pratt, when he had nothing to say. And yet he might have had a companion less to his mind, for she was a decent young woman of a sober age, less inclined to giggle than many of the younger ones. But all the time that he was making commonplace remarks to her he was wondering if he had offended Sylvia, and why she would not shake hands with him, and this pre-occupation of his thoughts did not make him an agreeable companion. Nancy Pratt, who had been engaged for some years to a mate of a whaling-ship, perceived something of his state of mind, and took no offence at it; on the contrary, she tried to give him pleasure by admiring Sylvia.
"I"ve often heerd tell on her," said she, "but I niver thought she"s be so pretty, and so staid and quiet-like too. T" most part o" girls as has looks like hers are always gape-gazing to catch other folks"s eyes, and see what is thought on "em; but she looks just like a child, a bit fl.u.s.tered wi" coming into company, and gettin" into as dark a corner and bidin" as still as she can.
Just then Sylvia lifted up her long, dark lashes, and catching the same glance which she had so often met before--Charley Kinraid was standing talking to Brunton on the opposite side of the fire-place--she started back into the shadow as if she had not expected it, and in so doing spilt her tea all over her gown. She could almost have cried, she felt herself so awkward, and as if everything was going wrong with her; she thought that every one would think she had never been in company before, and did not know how to behave; and while she was thus fluttered and crimson, she saw through her tearful eyes Kinraid on his knees before her, wiping her gown with his silk pocket handkerchief, and heard him speaking through all the buzz of commiserating voices.
"Your cupboard handle is so much i" th" way--I hurt my elbow against it only this very afternoon."
So perhaps it was no clumsiness of hers,--as they would all know, now, since he had so skilfully laid the blame somewhere else; and after all it turned out that her accident had been the means of bringing him across to her side, which was much more pleasant than having him opposite, staring at her; for now he began to talk to her, and this was very pleasant, although she was rather embarra.s.sed at their _tete-a-tete_ at first.
"I did not know you again when I first saw you," said he, in a tone which implied a good deal more than was uttered in words.
"I knowed yo" at once," she replied, softly, and then she blushed and played with her ap.r.o.n-string, and wondered if she ought to have confessed to the clearness of her recollection.
"You"re grown up into--well, perhaps it"s not manners to say what you"re grown into--anyhow, I shan"t forget yo" again."
More playing with her ap.r.o.n-string, and head hung still lower down, though the corners of her mouth would go up in a shy smile of pleasure. Philip watched it all as greedily as if it gave him delight.
"Yo"r father, he"ll be well and hearty, I hope?" asked Charley.
"Yes," replied Sylvia, and then she wished she could originate some remark; he would think her so stupid if she just kept on saying such little short bits of speeches, and if he thought her stupid he might perhaps go away again to his former place.
But he was quite far enough gone in love of her beauty, and pretty modest ways, not to care much whether she talked or no, so long as she showed herself so pleasingly conscious of his close neighbourhood.
"I must come and see the old gentleman; and your mother, too," he added more slowly, for he remembered that his visits last year had not been quite so much welcomed by Bell Robson as by her husband; perhaps it was because of the amount of drink which he and Daniel managed to get through of an evening. He resolved this year to be more careful to please the mother of Sylvia.
When tea was ended there was a great bustle and shifting of places, while Mrs. Corney and her daughters carried out trays full of used cups, and great platters of uneaten bread and b.u.t.ter into the back-kitchen, to be washed up after the guests were gone. Just because she was so conscious that she did not want to move, and break up the little conversation between herself and Kinraid, Sylvia forced herself to be as active in the service going on as became a friend of the house; and she was too much her mother"s own daughter to feel comfortable at leaving all the things in the disorder which to the Corney girls was second nature.
"This milk mun go back to t" dairy, I reckon," said she, loading herself with milk and cream.
"Niver fash thysel" about it," said Nelly Corney, "Christmas comes but onest a year, if it does go sour; and mother said she"d have a game at forfeits first thing after tea to loosen folks"s tongues, and mix up t" lads and la.s.ses, so come along."
But Sylvia steered her careful way to the cold chill of the dairy, and would not be satisfied till she had carried away all the unused provision into some fresher air than that heated by the fires and ovens used for the long day"s cooking of pies and cakes and much roast meat.