"She that went by a moment since."
"She in the blue cloak, d"ee mean?--an old, ancient, wisht-lookin"
body?"
"Yes."
"A timmersome woman, like?"
"That"s it."
"Well, her name"s Cordely Pinsent."
The procession reclaimed his attention. He received a pa.s.sing wink from the charioteer, caught it on the volley and returned it with a solemn face; or rather, the wink seemed to rebound as from a blank wall. As the crowd closed in upon the circ.u.mstance of Justice, he turned to me again, spat, and went on--
"--Cordely Pinsent, widow of old Key Pinsent, that was tailor to all the grandees in the county so far back as I can mind. She"s eighty-odd; eighty-five if a day. I can just mind Key Pinsent--a great, red, rory-c.u.mtory chap, with a high stock and a wig like King George--"my royal patron" he called "en, havin" by some means got leave to hoist the king"s arms over his door. Such mighty portly manners, too--Oh, very s.p.a.cious, I a.s.sure "ee! Simme I can see the old Trojan now, with his white weskit bulgin" out across his doorway like a shop-front hung wi" jewels. Gout killed "en. I went to his buryin"; such a stretch of experience does a young man get by time he reaches my age. G.o.d bless your heart alive, _I_ can mind when they were hung for forgery!"
"Who were hung?"
"People," he answered vaguely; "and young Willie Pinsent."
"This woman"s son?"
"Ay, her son--her ewe-lamb of a child. "Tis very seldom brought up agen her now, poor soul! She"s so very old that folks forgits about it. Do "ee see her window yonder, over the ope?"
He was pointing across to the soiled white blind that still looked blankly over the street, its lower edge caught up at one corner by a dusty geranium.
"I saw her pull it down."
"Ah, you would if you was lookin" that way. I"ve a-seed her do "t a score o" times. Well, when the gout reached Key Pinsent"s stomach and he went off like the snuff of a candle at the age of forty-two, she was left unprovided, with a son of thirteen to maintain or go "pon the parish. She was a Menhennick, tho", from t"other side o" the Duchy--a very proud family--and didn"t mean to dip the knee to n.o.body, and all the less because she"d demeaned hersel", to start with, by wedding a tailor. But Key Pinsent by all allowance was handsome as blazes, and well-informed up to a point that he read Shakespeare for the mere pleasure o"t.
"Well, she sold up the stock-in-trade an" hired a couple o" rooms--the self-same rooms you see: and then she ate less "n a mouse an" took in needle-work, plain an" fancy: for a lot o" the gentry"s wives round the neighbourhood befriended her--though they had to be sly an" hide that they meant it for a favour, or she"d ha" snapped their heads off.
An" all the while, she was teachin" her boy and tellin" "en, whatever happened, to remember he was a gentleman, an" lovin" "en with all the strength of a desolate woman.
"This Willie Pinsent was a comely boy, too: handsome as old Key, an"
quick at his books. He"d a bold masterful way, bein" proud as ever his mother was, an" well knowin" there wasn" his match in Tregarrick for head-work. Such a beautiful hand he wrote! When he was barely turned sixteen they gave "en a place in Gregory"s Bank--Wilkins an" Gregory it was in those aged times. He still lived home wi" his mother, rentin" a room extra out of his earnin"s, and turnin" one of the bedrooms into a parlour. That"s the very room you"re lookin" at. And when any father in Tregarrick had a bone to pick with his sons, he"d advise "em to take example by young Pinsent--"so clever and good, too, there was no tellin" what he mightn"t come to in time."
"Well-a-well, to cut it short, the lad was too clever. It came out, after, that he"d took to bettin" his employers" money agen the rich men up at the Royal Exchange. An" the upshot was that one evenin", while he was drinkin" tea with his mother in his lovin" light-hearted way, in walks a brace o" constables, an" says, "William Pinsent, young chap, I arrest thee upon a charge o" counterfeitin" old Gregory"s handwritin", which is a hangin" matter!"
"An" now, sir, comes the cur"ous part o" the tale; for, if you"ll believe me, this poor woman wouldn" listen to it--wouldn" hear a word o"t. "What! my son Willie," she flames, hot as Lucifer--"my son Willie a forger! My boy, that I"ve missed, an" reared up, an" studied, markin" all his pretty takin" ways since he learn"d to crawl!
Gentlemen," she says, standin" up an" facin" "em down, "what mother knows her son, if not I? I give you my word it"s all a mistake."
"Ay, an" she would have it no other. While her son was waitin" his trial in jail, she walked the streets with her head high, scornin" the folk as she pa.s.sed. Not a soul dared to speak pity; an" one afternoon, when old Gregory hissel" met her and began to mumble that "he trusted," an" "he had little doubt," an" "n.o.body would be gladder than he if it proved to be a mistake," she held her skirt aside an" went by with a look that turned "en to dirt, as he said. "Gad!" said he, "she couldn" ha" looked at me worse if I"d been a tab!" meanin" to say "instead o" the richest man in Tregarrick."
"But her greatest freak was seen when th" a.s.sizes came. Sir, she wouldn" even go to the trial. She disdained it. An" when, that mornin", the judges had driven by her window, same as they drove to-day, what d"ee think she did?
"She began to lay the cloth up in the parlour yonder, an" there set out the rarest meal, ready for her boy. There was meats, roasted chickens, an" a tongue, an" a great ham. There was cheese-cakes that she made after a little secret of her own; an" a bowl of junket, an inch deep in cream, that bein" his pet dish; an" all kind o"
knick-knacks, wi" grapes an" peaches, an" apricots, an" decanters o"
wine, white an" red. Ay, sir, there was even crackers for mother an"
son to pull together, with sc.r.a.ps o" poetry inside. An" flowers--the table was bloomin" with flowers. For weeks she"d been plannin" it: an"
all the forenoon she moved about an" around that table, givin" it a touch here an" a touch there, an" takin" a step back to see how beautiful it looked. An" then, as the day wore on, she pulled a chair over by the window, an" sat down, an" waited.
"In those days a capital trial was kept up till late into the night, if need were. By-an"-by she called up her little servin" gal that was then (she"s a gran"mother now), an" sends her down to the court-house to learn how far the trial had got, an" run back with the news.
"Down runs Selina Mary, an" back with word--
""They"re a-summin"-up," says she.
"Then Mrs. Pinsent went an" lit eight candles. Four she set "pon the table, an" four "pon the mantel-shelf. You could see the blaze out in the street, an" the room lit up, wi" the flowers, an" fruit, an"
shinin" gla.s.ses--red and yellow dahlias the flowers were, that bein"
the time o" year. An" over each candle she put a little red silk shade. You never saw a place look cosier. Then she went back an"
waited: but in half-an-hour calls to Selina Mary agen:
""Selina Mary, run you back to the courthouse, an" bring word how far they"ve got."
"So the little slip of a maid ran back, and this time "twas--
""Missis, the judge has done; an" now they"re considerin" about Master Willie."
"So the poor woman sat a while longer, an" then she calls:
""Selina Mary, run down agen, an" as he comes out, tell "en to hurry.
They must be finished by now."
"The maid was gone twenty minutes this time. The evenin" was hot an"
the window open; an" now all the town that wasn" listenin" to the trial was gathered in front, gazin" cur"ously at the woman inside. She was t.i.ttivatin" the table for the fiftieth time, an" touchin" up the flowers that had drooped a bit i" the bowls.
"But after twenty minutes Selina Mary came runnin" up the street, an"
fetched her breath at the front door, and went upstairs slowly and "pon tip-toe. Her face at the parlour door was white as paper; an"
while she stood there the voices o" the crowd outside began to take all one tone, and beat into the room like the sound o" waves "pon a beach.
""Oh, missis--" she begins.
""Have they finished?"
"The poor cheald was only able to nod.
""Then, where"s Willie? Why isn"t he here?"
""Oh, missis, they"re goin" to hang "en!"
"Mrs. Pinsent moved across the room, took her by the arm, led her downstairs, an" gave her a little push out into the street. Not a word did she say, but shut the door "pon her, very gentle-like. Then she went back an" pulled the blind down slowly. The crowd outside watched her do it. Her manner was quite ord"nary. They stood there for a minute or so, an" behind the blind the eight candles went out, one by one. By the time the judges pa.s.sed homeward "twas all dark, only the blind showin" white by the street lamp opposite. From that year to this she has pulled it down whenever a judge drives by."
A GOLDEN WEDDING.
On the very spot which the railway station has usurped, with its long slate roof, wooden signal-box, and advertis.e.m.e.nts in blue and white enamel, I can recall a still pool shining between beds of the flowering rush; and to this day, as I wait for the train, the whir of a vanished water-wheel comes up the valley. Sometimes I have caught myself gazing along the curve of the narrow-gauge in full expectation to see a sagged and lichen-covered roof at the end of it. And sometimes, of late, it has occurred to me that there never was such a mill as I used to know down yonder; and that the miller, whose coat was always powdered so fragrantly, was but a white ghost, after all.