"Of course."
"In a sense," he went on, didactically, "we may have made a mistake in bringing her forward to the extent we"ve done."
"How so, Will?"
"I mean, if one wished to argue selfish--which of course I don"t wish--well, the selfish view would be not to have drawn her out but rather keep her down a bit."
"Oh, she"d be miserable if she didn"t feel to be one of ourselves--and you always said let"s treat her that way."
"I know; and I don"t go back on it. I was only stating the case of selfish policy, for the sake of argument. It"s like this. The more useful you teach her to be, the more we"re going to miss her when she leaves us."
"She"ll never leave us."
"Won"t she be thinking of taking service in some gentleman"s family when you"ve perfected her, and rendered her really capable of filling a situation?"
"Oh, no, she"d never want to go away from Vine-Pits."
"Is that so? Well, of course I regard that as another feather in her cap. I"m glad to think she"s properly devoted to you."
"It isn"t me," said Mavis. "It"s you she"s devoted to. It"s been the same all along. I told you from the first that child just worshiped you. It"s Mr. Dale. Mr. Dale is the cry with Norah always. She looks on me as very small potatoes," and Mavis laughed. "I don"t mind. It"s how I look on myself."
Dale patted his wife"s hand, and smiled. "Rubbish! But look here, Mav;" and he spoke very thoughtfully.
"I don"t wish ever to trade on Norah"s grat.i.tude. It may be, when the time comes, we shall have to decide for her. It may be that she"ll do better for herself in the long run by going than by staying. If so, we mustn"t be the barrier in her way. We must push her out into the world, even if she can"t see the point of it. But all that lies far ahead. We needn"t worry about it yet a while.... How old is Norah now?"
"Seventeen."
"No? Do you mean to say she has been with us five years?"
"Yes. Every bit of five years."
"Then how old is Rachel?"
"Eleven."
"And Billy?"
"Five--and more."
"My goodness, Mav," and Dale sighed, "how time goes." Then he rose from his chair, stretched himself, and sighed again. "_How_ time is going!"
XXIV
Another charwoman had now been engaged; and Mrs. Goudie, retiring on a small pension from the Dales, came to Vine-Pits only to pay her respects or now and then to appear as the least greedy and most deserving pet.i.tioner of all those who sat on the bench or stood waiting at the back door. Coming thus for a dole of tea, she asked Norah to inform Mr. Dale that young Bates--as he was still called--had again been seen in the neighborhood. As usual, he had come and gone furtively.
Dale, duly receiving the message, frowned and shook his head ominously. He had never been able to get hold of young Bates, although Mrs. Goudie had reported several of these sinister reappearances, and probably nothing could have been gained by an interview with such a heartless scoundrel. So long as old Bates was weak enough to give, young Bates would be cruel enough to go on taking; and from the aspect of things it appeared that the too generous father would before long be altogether denuded. He was getting shabbier and shabbier in his apparel; his poor old face looked pinched and thin, and the talk was that he lived on starvation rations. It all seemed horrible to Dale--a thing that should not be permitted; and yet what could one do?
He thought about it all next day, and it was more or less occupying his mind at dusk when he sat with Norah in the office clearing up for the night.
"There, my dear, that"ll do. You"ll only hurt your eyes."
"It"s all right, Mr. Dale. I can see well enough just to finish."
Dale was sitting at the table in the window and Norah stood at his desk beside the high stool, copying rows of figures out of a huge day-book. He turned his head and watched her for a minute or so in silence. Her dusky black hair was like a crown over her stooping face; her left elbow and hand lay on the desk; and the moving pen in her other hand pointed straight at the right shoulder, exactly as Dale had taught her to point it when she first began to imitate his copper-plate writing. She had been an apt pupil, and there was no mistake about the help she gave him nowadays. At the beginning he used to pretend a little, saying that her aid lightened his labors, merely to encourage and please her.
"Now stop, la.s.sie. This is what Mr. Osborn terms blind man"s holiday.
Shut the book."
"I should have liked to finish," said Norah.
Nevertheless she obeyed him, closing the book and putting her papers in a drawer.
"Look here, if you _must_ be busy to the last moment, come over here nearer the light and address these envelopes for me--and I"ll have a pipe."
Norah came meekly to the window and took the chair that Dale had vacated for her. Standing close behind the chair and looking down upon her, he noticed the deft way in which her hands gathered the loose envelopes and stacked them; the shapeliness of her arms and shoulders; and the ivory whiteness of her cheek. It was the fading light that produced this effect, because she was not by any means a pale girl. Her skin, although white enough, had warm tones in it, and under it still warmer tones--a brownish glow, like a sunburn that had been transmitted by nomad ancestors who baked themselves under fierce southern skies centuries ago. The gipsy blood showed to that extent in her complexion, and to a greater extent in her hair.
And suddenly he thought of what Mavis had been as a girl. _She_ had a white skin--if you please; much whiter than Norah"s; but she was like this girl in many respects, was Mavis when he first saw her. She and Norah were as like as two peas out of one pod in the matter of looking fragile and yet firm, as gracefully delicate of form as it is possible to be without arousing any suspicion of debility or unhealthiness. The back of Mavis" stooping neck used to be exactly like this girl"s--a smooth, round stem, without a crease or a speck on it, a solid, healthy neck, and yet so slender that his great hand would almost girdle it.
"Aren"t I doing right?" Norah looked up quickly. "I"m copying the addresses off the letters."
"No, you"re doing quite right." Dale put his hands in his pockets and moved away to the high stool. "What made you think you were doing wrong?"
"Oh, I don"t know. I always get nervous when you watch me and don"t say anything."
"Then we"ll talk. There, I"ll wait till you"re through, and then we"ll talk a bit."
"I am through now," said Norah in a minute. "Shall I put the stamps on?"
"No, don"t trouble. I"ll do it myself--and post "em at the pillar."
He had seated himself on the stool and had brought out his pipe. He looked at its bowl reflectively, and then began to talk to Norah about the children.
"Don"t you think, Norah, that we ought to be putting Billy out to school?"
Mavis so far had acted as governess, with Norah to a.s.sist, and between them they had taught both children to read and write; but this home tuition could not go on indefinitely, and Dale thought that the time had already come when larger and bolder steps must be taken toward achieving that liberal education which he had solemnly promised his son and heir. He was always reading advertis.e.m.e.nts of attractive seaside schools, where the boy could secure home comforts, the rudiments of sound religious faith, as well as a good grounding in the humanities. Mavis, however, would not yet hear of a separation from her darling. She pleaded that he was such a _little_ fellow still; she prayed Will not to hurry.
"Tell me what _you_ think about it, Norah--quite candidly."
Norah had hesitated about replying; but she now said that she really thought Dale need not be in a hurry. Billy was so clever that when he did get to school he would learn faster than other boys; and she added that his departure from home would be "a dreadful wrinch for Mrs.
Dale."
"But it will be a wrench for her whenever it happens. In life one has to prepare one"s self for _wrenches_--That, I fancy, is the better way of p.r.o.nouncing the word. Yes, wrench after wrench, Norah--that"s life; until the last great wrench comes--and, well, that _isn"t_ life....
Who was that pa.s.sed the window?"