"Thank you," said Beth, and went off straight away.
Mrs. Caldwell would have liked to have followed her, and given her a good beating, as in the old days, had she dared. Her harshness, however, had much the same effect upon Beth that a beating used to have; it shut her up in herself, and deprived her of the power to take her mother into her confidence.
Harriet followed her to her room. "Whativer "ave you been doin"?" she exclaimed. "You"re draggled from top to toe, and your Sunday dress too!"
"I got caught by the tide," said Beth; "and I"m done."
"Just you get into bed, then," said Harriet; "and I"ll fetch you up some tea when she goes out. She"s off in a moment to Lady Benyon"s."
"Bless you, Harriet!" Beth exclaimed. "I read in a book once that there is no crime but has some time been a virtue, and I am sure it will be a virtue to steal me some tea on this occasion, if it ever is."
"Oh, all"s fair in love and war," Harriet answered cheerfully, as she helped Beth off with her boots; "and you and yer ma"s at war again, I guess."
"Seems like it," Beth sighed. "But stay, though. No, you mustn"t steal the tea. I promised Aunt Victoria. And that reminds me. There"s some still left in her little canister. Here, take it and make it, and have some yourself as a reward for the trouble. Hot tea and toast, an you love me, Harriet, and to save my life. I"ve had nothing but salt water since breakfast."
When Beth went downstairs next morning, her mother scowled at her.
"What did you mean by telling me you had been at Fairholm yesterday?"
she asked.
"I meant to tell you where I had been," Beth answered impertinently.
"I saw your Aunt Grace Mary last night, and she told me she had not seen you."
"Well, Aunt Grace Mary is a good size," Beth rejoined, "but she doesn"t cover the whole estate."
Mrs. Caldwell flushed angrily. "You"re an ill-conditioned girl, and will come to a bad end, or I"m much mistaken," she exclaimed.
"With the help of my relations, it"s likely," Beth retorted.
Her mother said no more until breakfast was over, and then she ordered her peremptorily to get out her lessons.
"Oh, lessons!" Beth grumbled. "What"s the use of the kind of lessons _I_ do? I"m none the better for knowing that Henry VIII. had six wives, nor the happier, nor the richer; and my wit and wisdom certainly don"t increase, nor my manners improve, if you speak the truth."
Mrs. Caldwell changed countenance. If Beth rebelled against the home-teaching, what would happen about the money that Jim was enjoying? Upon reflection, her mother saw she was making a mistake.
"I think," she began in a conciliatory tone, "you are right perhaps.
You had better not do any lessons this morning, for I am sure you cannot be well, Beth, or you would never speak to your mother in such a way."
"Well, I"m sorry, mamma," Beth rejoined in a mollified tone. "But you know I cannot stand these everlasting naggings and scoldings. They make me horrid. I"m pugnacious when I"m rubbed the wrong way; I can"t help it."
"There, there, then; that will do," Mrs. Caldwell replied. "Run out and amuse yourself, or have a rest. You take too much exercise, and tire yourself to death; and then you are _so_ cross there is no speaking to you. Go away, like a good child, and amuse yourself until you feel better."
Beth went back to her own room at once, only too glad to escape and be alone. She was not well. Every bone in her body ached, and her head was thumping so she had to lie down on her bed at last, and keep still for the rest of the day. But her mind was active the whole time, and it was a happy day. She expected nothing, yet she was pleasurably satisfied, perfectly content.
The next morning at eleven there was service in the church at the end of the road. Beth and her mother had been having the usual morning misery at lessons, and both were exhausted when the bell began to ring. Beth"s countenance was set sullen, and Mrs. Caldwell"s showed suppressed irritation. The bell was a relief to them.
"Can I go to church?" Beth asked.
Her mother"s first impulse was to say no, out of pure contrariness; but the chance of getting rid of Beth on any honourable pretext was too much of a temptation even for her to withstand. "Yes, if you like," she answered ungraciously, after a moment"s hesitation; "and get some good out of it if you can," she added sarcastically.
Beth went with honest intention. There was a glow in her chest which added fervency to her devotions, and when Alfred entered from the vestry and took his seat in the chancel pew, happiness, tingling in every nerve, suffused her. His first glance was for her, and Beth knew it, but bent her head. Her soul did magnify the Lord, however, and her spirit did rejoice in G.o.d her Saviour, with unlimited love and trust.
He had saved them, He would hear them. He would help them, He would make them both--_both_ good and great--great after a pause, as being perhaps not a worthy aspiration.
She did not look at Alfred a second time, but she sat and stood and knelt, all conscious of him, and it seemed as if the service lasted but a moment.
Directly it was over, she fled, taking the narrow path by the side of the church to the fields; but before she was half way across the first field, she heard a quick step following her. Beth felt she must stop short--or run; she began to run.
"Beth! Beth! wait for me," he called.
Beth stopped, then turned to greet him shyly; but when he came close, and put his arm round her, she looked up smiling. They gazed into each other"s eyes a moment, and then kissed awkwardly, like children.
"Were you any the worse for our adventure?" he asked. "I"ve been longing to know."
"I had a headache yesterday," said Beth. "How were you?"
"All stiff and aching," he replied, "or I should have been to ask after you."
"I"m glad you didn"t come," Beth e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed.
"Why? I ought to know your people, you know. Why don"t the Richardsons know them?"
"Because we"re poor," Beth answered bluntly; "and Mr. Richardson neglects his poor parishioners."
"All the more reason that I should call," Alfred Cayley Pounce persisted. "You are people of good family like ourselves, and old Rich is a n.o.body."
"Yes," said Beth; "but my mother would not let me know you. She and I are always--always--we never agree, you know. I don"t think we can help it; we certainly don"t do it on purpose--at least _I_ don"t; but there"s something in us that makes us jar about everything. I was going to tell her all about you on Sunday night; but when I got in I couldn"t. She began by being angry because I was late, without waiting to know if I were to blame, and that--that shut me up, and I never told her; and now I don"t think I could."
"But what objection can she have to me?" he asked loftily. "I really must make her acquaintance."
"Not through me, then," said Beth. "Do you know the Benyons?"
"No, I don"t know anybody in the neighbourhood as yet. I"m here with old Rich to be crammed. My people are trying to force me into the bar or the church or something, because I want to be a sculptor."
"Don"t be forced," said Beth with spirit. "Follow your own bent. I mean to follow mine."
"I didn"t know girls had any bent," he answered dubiously.
There was a recoil in Beth. "How is it people never expect a girl to do anything?" she exclaimed, firing up.
"I don"t see what a girl can do," he rejoined, "except marry and look after her husband and children."
"That"s all right at the proper time," Beth said. "But meanwhile, and if she doesn"t marry, is she to do nothing?"
"Oh, there are always lots of little things a woman can do," he answered airily.
"But supposing little things don"t satisfy her, and she has power to follow some big pursuit?"
"Oh, well, in that case," he began, somewhat superciliously. "But it"s too rare to be taken into account--talent in women."