One of these winter evenings the doctor wended his way to St Roque"s Cottage in a worse frame of mind than usual. It was a clear frosty night, very pleasant to be out in, though sharp and chill; such a night as brightens young eyes, and exhilarates young hearts, when all is well with them. Young Rider could hear his own footsteps echoing along the hard frost-bound road, and could not but wonder in himself, as he drew near the group of buildings which broke the solitude of the way, whether Nettie too might hear it, and _perhaps_ recognise the familiar step. The shadow of St Roque"s fell cold over him as he pa.s.sed. Just from that spot the light in the parlour window of the cottage became perceptible to the wayfarer. A shadow crossed the blind as he came in sight--Nettie unquestionably. It occurred to Dr Rider to remember with very sharp distinctness at that moment, how Nettie"s little shadow had dropped across the sunshine that first morning when he saw her in his own room.
He quickened his step unawares--perhaps to-night Nettie might be more accessible than usual, less shut in and surrounded by her family. He pictured to himself, as he went past the willows, which rustled faintly with their long bare branches in the night air, that perhaps, as he was later than usual, Fred might have retired to his den up-stairs; and Susan might have gone to bear Fred company--who knows? and the children might be in bed, the dreadful little imps. And for once a half-hour"s talk with the strange little head of the house might comfort the young doctor"s fatigued mind and troubled heart.
For he was sadly fatigued and worn out. What with incessant occupation and distracted thoughts, this year had been a very exhausting one for the doctor. He had f.a.gged on through the whole summer and autumn without any relaxation. He had chafed over Fred"s presence for half of the year, and had been occupied for the other half with matters still more absorbing and exciting. Even now his mind was in a perpetual ferment, and no comforting spirit spoke quietness to his soul--no stout heart strengthened his--no lively intelligence animated his own to worthy doings. He was very cross and fretful, and knew himself to be so that particular evening--worried and in want of rest. What a chance, if perhaps he found Nettie, whose very provocations were somehow more interesting than other people"s most agreeable and tranquillising efforts, all alone and at leisure! He went on with some palpitations of hope. As soon as he had entered the cottage, however, he found out the delusion he was under. The children were the first fact that presented itself to his senses; an uproar that pervaded the house, a novel tumult waking all the echoes; glimpses of flying figures pursuing each other with brushes and mops, and other impromptu weapons; one astride upon the banisters of the stairs, sliding down from top to bottom; another clinging now and then, in the pauses of the conflict, to the top of one of the doors, by which it swung back and forward. Terrible infants!
there they all were in a complete saturnalia, the door of the parlour half open all the time, and no sound of Nettie"s restraining voice.
Only poor Mrs Smith standing helpless in successions of fright and exasperation, sometimes alarmed for life and limb, sometimes ready to give the little wretches over to all the penalties of poetic justice.
The poor woman brightened a little when she perceived the sympathetic horror on the doctor"s face.
"How"s this?" exclaimed young Rider, with a sigh of dismay. Alas!
however it was, no quiet imaginary conference, no soothing glimpse of Nettie, was practicable to-night. He grew sulky and ferocious under the thought. He seized the imp that hung on the door, and set it down summarily with a certain moral violence, unable to refrain from an admonitory shake, which startled its sudden scream into a quavering echo of alarm. "Do you want to break your neck, sir?" cried the wrathful uncle. Dr Rider, however, had to spring aside almost before the words were uttered to escape the encounter of a hearth-brush levelled at him by his sweet little niece. "How is this, Mrs Smith?" cried the startled visitor, with indignation, raising his voice sufficiently to be quite audible through the half-open door.
"Bless you, sir, Miss is gone out to tea--don"t say nothing--I don"t begrudge the poor young lady a bit of a holiday," whispered the frightened landlady under her breath; "but I can"t never give in to it again. Their mamma never takes a bit of notice exceptin" when they"re found fault with. Lord! to think how blind some folks is when it"s their own. But the poor dear young lady, she"s gone out for a little pleasure--only to Miss Wodehouse"s, doctor," added Mrs Smith, looking up with a sudden start to catch the stormy expression on the doctor"s face.
He made no reply to the troubled landlady. He pushed the children aside, and made a stride into the parlour. To be sure, if Nettie was not here, what a charming opportunity to make himself disagreeable, and give the other two a piece of his mind! Edward Rider was anything but perfect. He decided on that expedient with an angry satisfaction. Since he could not have Nettie, he would at least have this relief to his feelings, which was next best.
The room was full of smoke, which came in heavy puffs from Fred"s pipe.
He himself lay stretched on the little sofa; Nettie"s sofa--Nettie"s room--the place sacred in the doctor"s heart to that bright little figure, the one redeeming presence in this dismal household. Mrs Fred sat dawdling opposite her husband over some wretched fancy-work. Eyes less prejudiced than those of Edward Rider might have imagined this a scene of coa.r.s.e but not unpleasant domestic comfort. To him it was a disgusting picture of self-indulgence and selfish miserable enjoyment, almost vice. The very tobacco which polluted the atmosphere of her room was bought with Nettie"s money. Pah! the doctor came in with a silent pale concentration of fury and disgust, scarcely able to compel himself to utter ordinary words of civility. His presence disturbed the pair in their stolen pleasure. Fred involuntarily put aside his pipe, and Mrs Fred made a little movement to remove from the table the gla.s.s from which her husband had been drinking; but both recollected themselves after a moment. The wife set down the gla.s.s with a little spiteful toss of her head; the husband, with that heated sullen flush upon his face, relighted his half-extinguished pipe, and put up again on the sofa the slovenly-slippered feet which at Edward"s first appearance he had withdrawn from it. A sullen "How d"ye do?" was all the salutation that pa.s.sed between them. _They_ felt themselves found out; the visitor felt with rage and indignation that he had found them out. Defiant shame and resentment, spiteful pa.s.sion and folly, on one side, encountered the gaze of a spectator outside whose opinion could not be mistaken, a known critic and possible spy. Little comfort could come from this strange reunion. They sat in uneasy silence for a few minutes, mutually ready to fly at each other. Mrs Fred, in her double capacity as a woman and a fool, was naturally the first to speak.
"Nettie"s gone out to tea," said that good wife. "I daresay, Mr Edward, we should not have had the pleasure of seeing you here had you known that only Fred and I were at home. It is very seldom we have an evening to ourselves. It was too great a pleasure, I suppose, not to be disturbed."
"Susan, hold your confounded tongue," said the ungrateful Fred.
"I am sorry to disturb Mrs Rider," said Edward, with deadly civility.
"I was not aware, indeed, of the domestic enjoyment I was likely to interrupt. But if you don"t want your boys to break their necks, some one ought certainly to interfere outside there."
"That is exactly what I expected," said Mrs Fred. "My poor children can"t have a little amus.e.m.e.nt, poor things, but somebody must interfere with it; and my poor Fred--perhaps you have some fault to find with him, Mr Edward? Oh, I can see it in your looks! so please take your advantage, now that there"s n.o.body to be afraid of. I can tell you have ever so many pleasant things just on your lips to say."
"I wish you"d mind your own business, Susan," said her husband, who was not a fool. "Look after these imps there, and let me and Edward alone.
Nettie"s gone out, you understand. She"s a wonderful creature, to be sure, but it"s a blessed relief to get rid of her for a little. A man can"t breathe under her sharp eyes," said Fred, half apologetic, half defiant, as he breathed out a puff of smoke.
Edward Rider stared at his brother, speechless with rage and indignation.
He could have rushed upon that listless figure, and startled the life half out of the nerveless slovenly frame. The state of mingled resentment, disappointment, and disgust he was in, made every particular of this aggravating scene tell more emphatically. To see that heavy vapour obscuring those walls which breathed of Nettie--to think of this one little centre of her life, which always. .h.i.therto had borne in some degree the impress of her womanly image, so polluted and vulgarised, overpowered the young man"s patience. Yet perhaps he of all men in the world had least right to interfere.
"How is it possible," burst forth the doctor all at once, "that you can live upon that creature, Fred? If you have the heart of a mouse in that big body of yours--if you are not altogether lost and degraded, how can you do it? And, by Jove, when all is done, to go and fill the only room she has--the only place you have left her--with this disgusting smoke and noise as soon as her back is turned! Good heaven! it sickens one to think of it. A fellow like you, as strong as any hodman, to let such a creature sacrifice herself to keep him in bread; and the only bit of a little place she can sit down in when she comes home--It"s too much, you know--it"s more than she ought to bear."
"And who are you, to meddle with us and our arrangements?" cried Mrs Fred. "My husband is in his own house. You would not take us into your house, Mr Edward----"
"Hold your confounded tongue, I tell you," said Fred, slowly gathering himself off the sofa. "You"re a pretty fellow to speak, you are--that wouldn"t lend a fellow a shilling to keep him from ruin. You had better remember where you are--in--in--as Susan says--my own house."
What outbreak of contempt might have come from the doctor"s lips was fortunately lost at that moment, since a louder outcry than usual from outside, the screams of the children, and the wailings of the landlady, at length roused the mother to the length of going to the door. When she was gone the two brothers eyed each other threateningly. Fred, not without a certain intolerable sensation of shame, rose to knock his pipe upon the mantel-shelf among Nettie"s pretty girlish ornaments. Somehow these aggravations of insult to her image drove Edward Rider desperate.
He laid his hand on Fred"s shoulder and shook him violently.
"Wake up! can"t you wake up and see what you"re about?" cried the doctor; "can"t you show a little respect for her, at least? Look here, Fred Rider. I knew you could do anything shabby or mean, if it suited you. I knew you would consent to hang a burden on anybody that would take such a weight upon them; but, by Jove, I did not think you had the heart to insult her, after all. A man can"t stand by and see that. Clear off your pipe and your brandy before she comes, or, as sure as I am made of flesh and blood, and not cast-iron----"
The doctor"s threats were interrupted by the entrance of a woeful procession. Into the presence of the two brothers, eyeing each other with such lowering faces, Mrs Smith and her husband entered, carrying between them, with solemn looks, the unconscious Freddy, while his mother followed screaming, and his little brother and sister staring open-mouthed. It was some relief to the doctor"s feelings, in the excitement of the moment, to rush to the window and throw it open, admitting a gust of chill December air, penetrating enough to search to the bones of the fireside loiterer. Fred was father enough to turn with anxiety to the child. But his trembling nervous fingers and bemused eyes could make nothing of the "case" thus so suddenly brought before him. He turned fiercely and vacantly upon his wife and demanded why everything was suffered to go to ruin when Nettie was away. Mrs Fred, screaming and terrified, began to recriminate. The pallid figure of the child on the table gave a certain air of squalid tragedy to the scene, to the sordid miseries of which the night air, coming in with a rush, chilling the group in their indoor dresses, and flickering the flame of the candles, added one other point of dismal acc.u.mulation. The child had dropped from his swing on the door, and was stunned with the fall. Both father and mother thought him dead in the excitement of the moment; but the accustomed and cooler eyes of the doctor perceived the true state of affairs. Edward Rider forgot his disgust and rage as he devoted himself to the little patient--not that he loved the child more, but that the habits of his profession were strong upon him. When he had succeeded in restoring the little fellow to consciousness, the doctor threw a professional glance of inquiry round him to see who could be trusted.
Then, with a contemptuous shrug of his shoulders and impatient exclamation, turned back to the table. Fred, shivering and helpless, stood by the fire, uttering confused directions, and rubbing miserably his own flabby hands; his wife, crying, scolding, and incapable, stood at the end of the table, offering no a.s.sistance, but wondering when ever Nettie would come back. Dr Rider took the patient in his arms, and, beckoning Mrs Smith to go before him, carried the child up-stairs. There the good mistress of the cottage listened to all his directions, and promised devoutly to obey him--to keep the room quiet, if she could--to tell everything he had said to Miss Nettie. He did not enter the desecrated parlour again when he came down-stairs. What was the use?
He was glad to go out and escape the chance of a fraternal struggle.
He went out into the cold night air all thrilling with excitement and agitation. It was not wonderful that a scene so strange should rouse many impatient thoughts in the young man"s mind; but the most intolerable of these had the most trifling origin. That Fred should have smoked his pipe in Nettie"s sitting-room, when she was out of the way, was not, after all, considering Fred"s character, a very wonderful circ.u.mstance, but it exasperated his brother to a greater extent than much more important matters. That aggravation entirely overpowered Edward Rider"s self-control. It seemed the culmination of all the wrong and silent insolent injury inflicted upon Nettie. He saw the stain of those ashes on the little mantel-shelf, the rolling cloud of smoke in the room, and indignation burned yet higher and higher in his breast.
When the current of his thoughts was suddenly checked and stimulated by the sound of voices on the road. Voices, one of which was Nettie"s, one the lofty clerical accents of the Rev. Frank Wentworth. The two were walking arm-in-arm in very confidential colloquy, as the startled and jealous doctor imagined. What were these two figures doing together upon the road? why did Nettie lean on the arm of that handsome young clerical c.o.xcomb? It did not occur to Dr Rider that the night was extremely dark, and that Nettie had been at Miss Wodehouse"s, where the curate of St Roque"s was a perpetual visitor. With a mortified and jealous pang, totally unreasonable and totally irresistible, Edward Rider, only a moment before so fantastically extreme in Nettie"s defence--in the defence of Nettie"s very "image" from all vulgar contact and desecration--strode past Nettie now without word or sign of recognition. She did not see him, as he observed with a throbbing heart; she was talking to young Mr Wentworth with all the haste and eagerness which Dr Rider had found so captivating. She never suspected who it was that brushed past her with breathless, exasperated impatience in the darkness. They went on past him, talking, laughing lightly, under the veil of night, quite indifferent as to who heard them, though the doctor did not think of that. He, unreasonably affronted, galled, and mortified, turned his back upon that house, which at this present disappointed moment did not contain one single thing or person which he could dwell on with pleasure; and, a hundred times more discontented, fatigued, and worn out--full of disgust with things in general, and himself and his own fate in particular--than he had been when he set out from the other end of Carlingford, went sulkily, and at a terrific pace, past the long garden-walls of Grange Lane, and all Dr Marjoribanks"s genteel patients. When he had reached home, he found a message waiting him from an urgent invalid whose "case"
kept the unhappy doctor up and busy for half the night. Such was the manner in which Edward Rider got through the evening--the one wonderful exceptional evening when Nettie went out to tea.
CHAPTER VII.
With the dawn of the morning, however, and the few hours" hurried rest which Edward Rider was able to s.n.a.t.c.h after his labours, other sentiments arose in his mind. It was quite necessary to see how the unlucky child was at St Roque"s Cottage, and perhaps what Nettie thought of all that had occurred during her absence. The doctor bethought himself, too, that there might be very natural explanations of the curate"s escort. How else, to be sure, could she have got home on a dark winter night through that lonely road? Perhaps, if he himself had been less impatient and ill-tempered, it might have fallen to his lot to supersede Mr Wentworth. On the whole, Dr Rider decided that it was necessary to make one of his earliest calls this morning at St Roque"s.
It was a foggy frosty day, brightened with a red sun, which threw wintry ruddy rays across the mist. Dr Rider drew up somewhat nervously at the little Gothic porch. He was taken up-stairs to the bedroom where little Freddy lay moaning and feverish. A distant hum came from the other children in the parlour, the door of which, however, was fast closed this morning; and Nettie herself sat by the child"s bedside--Nettie, all alert and vigorous, in the little room, which, homely as its aspect was, displayed even to the doctor"s uninitiated glance a fastidious nicety of arrangement which made it harmonious with that little figure. Nettie was singing childish songs to solace the little invalid"s retirement--the "fox that jumped up on a moonlight night," the "frog that would a-wooing go"--cla.s.sic ditties of which the nursery never tires. The doctor, who was not aware that music was one of Nettie"s accomplishments, stopped on the stairs to listen. And indeed she had not a great deal of voice, and still less science, Nettie"s life having been too entirely occupied to leave much room for such studies. Yet somehow her song touched the doctor"s heart. He forgave her entirely that walk with the curate. He went in softly, less impatient than usual with her crazy Quixotism. A child--a sick child especially--was a bearable adjunct to the picture. A woman could be forgiven for such necessary ministrations--actually, to tell the truth, could be forgiven most follies she might happen to do, when one could have her to one"s self, without the intervention of such dreary accessories as Susan and Fred.
"Thank you very much for your care of this child last night, Dr Edward,"
said the prompt Nettie, laying down the large piece of very plain needlework in her hand. "I always said, though you don"t make a fuss about the children, that you were quite to be relied on if anything should happen. He is feverish, but he is not ill; and so long as I tell him stories and keep beside him, Freddy is the best child in the world."
"More people than Freddy might be willing to be ill under such conditions," said the doctor, complimentary, but rueful. He felt his patient"s pulse, and prescribed for him with a softened voice. He lingered and looked round the room, which was very bare, yet somehow was not like any of the rooms in _his_ house. How was it?--there were no ornaments about, excepting that tiny little figure with the little head overladen with such a wealth of beautiful hair. The doctor sighed. In this little sacred spot, where she was so clearly at her post--or at least at a post which no other was at hand to take--he could not even resent Nettie"s self-sacrifice. He gave in to her here, with a sigh.
"Since you think he is not ill to speak of, will you drive me and the other children into Carlingford, Dr Edward?" said the courageous Nettie.
"It will be a pleasure for them, you know, and I shall be able to do my business without losing so much time; besides, I want to talk to you; I can see you will in your eyes. Go down, please, and talk to Mr Smith, who has got a headache or something, and wants to see you. You need not trouble yourself seeing Susan, who is cross, of course. I don"t wonder at her being cross; it must be very shocking, you know, to feel one"s self of no use, whatever happens. Thank you; I shall be ready in a minute, as soon as you have done talking to Mr Smith."
The doctor went down obediently, and in an unusual flutter of pleasure, to see the master of the cottage--totally indifferent to the ailments of the virtuous Smith, and thinking only of Nettie and that drive to Carlingford, where, indeed, he should not have gone, had he considered the merely abstract matters of business and duty, which led him entirely in a different direction. He was somewhat rudely recalled to himself when he went down-stairs. Smith had no headache, but only wanted to speak to the doctor about his lodgers, whose "ways" were sadly discomposing to himself and his wife.
"You saw how it was yourself last night, sir," said the troubled landlady. "Them hangings--you know the smoke goes through and through them. After leaving all the windows open this frosty morning, and a draught enough to give you your death, the place smells like I don"t know what. If it wasn"t for Miss I wouldn"t put up with it for a day; and the gentleman"s own room, doctor; if you was just to go in and see it--just put your head in and say good morning--you"d believe me."
"I know all about it," said the doctor; "but Miss Underwood, Mrs Smith--?"
"There"s where it is, sir," said the landlady. "I can"t find it in my heart to say a word to Miss. To see how she do manage them all, to be sure! but for all that, doctor, it stands to reason as one can"t spoil one"s lodgings for a family as may be gone to-morrow--not except it"s considered in the rent. It"s more natural-like to speak to a gentleman like you as knows the world, than to a young lady as one hasn"t a word to say against--the handiest, liveliest, managingest! Ah, doctor, she"d make a deal different a wife from her sister, that young lady would!
though it isn"t my part to say nothink, considering all things, and that you"re relations, like; but Smith and me are both o" one mind about it, Dr Rider--unless it"s considered in the rent, or the gentleman drops smoking, or----"
"I hear Miss Underwood coming down-stairs," cried young Rider. "Next time I come we"ll arrange it all. But not a word to _her_, remember--not a syllable; and go up-stairs and look after that poor child, there"s a good soul--she trusts you while she is gone, and so do I. There, there!
another time. I"ll take the responsibility of satisfying you, Mrs Smith,"
said the doctor, in a prodigious hurry, ready to promise anything in this incautious moment, and bolting out of their little dark back-room, which the local architect"s mullions had converted into a kind of condemned cell. Nettie stood at the door, all ready for her expedition to Carlingford, with her two children, open-eyed and calmly inquisitive, but no longer noisy. Mrs Fred was standing sulky at the parlour door.
The doctor took off his hat to her as he helped Nettie into the front seat of the drag, but took care not to approach nearer. The children were packed in behind, under charge of the little groom, and, with an exhilarating sensation of lawlessness in the present pleasure, Dr Rider turned his back upon his duty and the patient who expected him a mile on the other side of St Roque"s, and drove, not too rapidly, into Carlingford.
"Mrs Smith was talking to you of us," said Nettie, flashing her penetrating eyes upon the confused doctor. "I know she was--I could see it in her face this morning, and in yours when you came out of her room.
Dreadful little dungeon, is it not? I wonder what the man meant, to build such a place. Do they want to turn us out, Dr Edward, or do they want more rent? I am not surprised, I am sure, after last night. Was it not odious of Fred to go and smoke in the parlour, the only place we can have tidy? But it is no use speaking to him, you know; nor to Susan either, for that matter. Married people do stand up for each other so when you say a word, however they may fight between themselves. But is it more rent they want, Dr Edward? for I can"t afford more rent."
"It is an abominable shame--you oughtn"t to afford anything. It is too dreadful to think of!" cried the angry doctor, involuntarily touching his horse with his whip in the energy of the moment, though he was indeed in no hurry to reach Carlingford.
"Hush," said Nettie, lifting her tiny hand as though to put it to his incautious mouth, which, indeed, the doctor would not have objected to.
"We shall quarrel on that subject if you say anything more, so it is better to stop at once. n.o.body has a right to interfere with me; this is my business, and no one else has anything to do with it."
"You mistake," cried the doctor, startled out of all his prudences; "it ought to be my business quite as much as it is yours."
Nettie looked at him with a certain careless scorn of the inferior creature--"Ah, yes, I daresay; but then you are only a man," said Nettie; and the girl elevated that pretty drooping head, and flashed a whole torrent of brilliant reflections over the sombre figure beside her. He felt himself glow under the sudden radiance of the look. To fancy this wilful imperious creature a meek self-sacrificing heroine, was equally absurd and impossible. Was there any virtue at all in that dauntless enterprise of hers? or was it simple determination to have her own way?
"But not to quarrel," said Nettie; "for indeed you are the only person in the world I can say a word to about the way things are going on," she added with a certain momentary softening of voice and twinkling of her eyelid, as if some moisture had gathered there. "I think Fred is in a bad way. I think he is muddling his brains with that dreadful life he leads. To think of a man that could do hundreds of things living like that! A woman, you know, can only do a thing or two here and there. If it were not wicked to say so, one would think almost that Providence forgot sometimes, and put the wrong spirit into a body that did not belong to it. Don"t you think so? When I look at Fred I declare sometimes I could take hold of him and give him a good shake, and ask him what he means; and then it all seems so useless the very idea of expecting him to feel anything. I want to know what you said to him last night."
"Not much--not half so much as I meant to have said. To see him polluting your room!" cried the doctor, with a flush growing on his face, and breaking off abruptly, not quite able to conclude the sentence. Nettie gave him a shy upward glance, and grew suddenly crimson too.