"But a nice girl, and a purty girl like you, Betty," says she, "_slendering_" me, "is n"t it throwing yourself away? Sure, ye have only to wait a little to make an iligant match here on the Continent. Don"t be precipitouous," says she, "but see the effect you"ll make with that beautiful pink gownd;" and here, Shusan, she gave me all as one as a bran new silk of the mistress"s, with five flounces, and lace trim-mins down the front! It"s what they call gla.s.sy silk, and shines like it!
"I "m sorry, miss," says I, "that as I took the mistress"s warnin", I"m obleeged to refuse you."
"Nonsense, Betty," says she; "I"ll arrange all that."
"But my feelins, miss,--my feelins."
"Well, I"ll even engage to smoothe these," says she, laughing.
And so, Shusy, I had to laugh too; for my nature is always to be easy and complyiant; and when anybody means well to me, they can do what they plaze with me. It"s a weak part in my character, but I can"t help it "I"m not able to be selfish, Miss Mary Anne," says I.
"No, Betty, _that_ you are not," says she, patting my cheek.
But for all that, Shusy, I "m not going to give up Taddy till I know why,--tho" I did n"t say so to her. So I just put up the pink gownd in my drawer, and went up and told the mistress I"d stay; but begged she wouldn"t try my nerves that way another time, for my const.i.tution would n"t bear repated shocks. I saw she was burstin" to say something, but dar"n"t, Shusy, and she tore a lace cuff to tatters while I was talk in". Well, well, there"s no deny in" it, anyhow; manials has many troubles, but they can give a great deal of annoyance and misery if they set about it right You "d like to hear about Taddy, and I "ll be candid and own that he is n"t what would be called handsome in Ireland, though here he is reckoned a fine-looking man. He is six foot four and a half, without shoes, a little bent in the shoulders, has long red hair, and sore eyes; that c.u.ms from the snow, for he"s out in all weathers--after the pigs. You "re surprised at that, and well you may; for instead of keeping the craytures in a house as we do, and giving them all the filth we can find to eat, they turns them out wild into the woods, to eat beech-nuts, and acorns, and chestnuts; and the beasts grow so wicked that it"s not safe for a stranger to go near them; and even the man that guides them they call a "swine-fearer."(1) Taddy is one of these; and when he "s dressed in a goat-skin coat and cap, leather gaiters b.u.t.toned on his legs, and reachin" to the hips, and a long pole, with an iron hook and a hatchet at the end of it, and a naked knife, two feet long, at his side, you "d think the pigs would be more likely to be afraid of _him!_ Indeed, the first time I saw him come into the kitchen, with a great hairy dog they call a fang-hound at his heels, I schreeched out with frite, for I thought them--G.o.d forgive me!--the ugliest pare I ever set eyes on. To be sure, the green shade he wore over his eyes, and the beard that grew down to his breast, did n"t improve him; but I "ve trimmed him up since that; and it"s only a slight squint, and two teeth that sticks out at the side of his mouth, that I can"t remedy at all!
Paddy Byrne spends his time mock in" him, and makin" pictures of him on the servants" hall with a bit of charcoal. It well becomes a dirty little spalpeen like him to make fun of a man four times his size. His notion of manly beauty is four foot eight, short legs, long breeches and gaiters, with a waistcoat over the hips, and a Jim Crow! A monkey is graceful compared to it!
Taddy is not much given to talkin", but he has told me that he has been on the estate, "with the pigs," he calls it, since he was eight years old; and as he said, another time, that "he was nine-and-twenty years a herd," you can put the two together, and it makes him out thirty-three or thirty-four years of age. He never had any father or mother, which is a great advantage, and, as he remarks, "it"s the same to him if there came another Flood and drowned all the world to-morrow!"
Our plans is to live here till we can go and take a bit of land for ourselves; and as Taddy has saved something, and has very good idais about his own advantage, I trust, with the blessin" of the Virgin, that we "ll do very well.
1 Perhaps the accomplished Betty has been led into this pardonable mistake from the sound of the German epithet "Schwein-fhrer."--Editor of "Dodd Correspondence."
This that I tell you now, Shusan, is all in confidence, because to the neighbors, and to Sam Healey, you can say that I am going to be married to a rich farmer that has more pigs--and that"s thrue--than ye "d see in Ballinasloe Fair.
What distresses me most of all is, I can"t make out what religion he "s of, if he has any at all! I try him very hard about penance and "tarnal punishments, but all he says is, "When we "re married I "ll know all about that."
As the mistress writ all about Mary Anne"s marriage to Mrs. Galagher, at the house, I don"t say anything about it; but he"s an ugly crayture, Shusan dear, and there"s a hangdog, treach"rous look about him I wonder any young girl could like. The servants, too, knows more of him than they lets on, but, by rayson of their furrin language, there"s no coming at it.
Between ourselves, she doesn"t take to the marriage at all, for I seen her twice cryin" in her room over some ould letters; but she bundled them up whin she seen me, and tried to laugh.
"I wonder, Betty," says she, "will I ever see Dodsbor-ough again!"
"Who knows, miss?" said I; "but it would be a pity if you did n"t, and so many there that"s fond of you!"
"I don"t believe it," says she, sharp. "I don"t believe there"s one cares a bit about me!"
"Baithershin!" says I, mocking.
"Who does?" says she; "can ye tell me even one?"
"Sure there "s Miss Davis," says I, "and the Kellys, and there"s Miss Kitty Doolan, and ould Molly, not to spake of Dr. Bel--"
"There, do not speak of him," says she, getting red; "the very names of the people make me shudder. I hope I "ll never see one of them."
Now, Shusan dear, I told you all that it"s in my mind, and hope you "ll write to me the same. If you could send me the gray cloak with the blue linin", and the bayver bonnet I wore last winter two years, they "d be useful to me here, and you could tell the neighbors that it was new clothes you were sendin" me for my weddin". Be sure ye tell me how Sam Healey bears it. Tell him from me, with my regards, that I hope he won"t take to drink, and desthroy his const.i.tution.
You can write to me still as before, to your attached and true friend,
Betty Cobb.
LETTER XL. KENNY I. DODD TO THOMAS PURCELL, ESQ., OF THE GRANGE, BRUFF.
Constance, Switzerland.
My dear Tom,--Before pa.s.sion gets the better of me, and I forget all about it, let me acknowledge the welcome arrival of your post bill for one hundred, but for which, Heaven knows in what additional embarra.s.sment I might now be in. You will see, by the address, that I am in Switzerland. How we came here I "ll try and explain, if Providence grants me patience for the effort; this being the third time I have addressed myself to the task unsuccessfully.
I need not refer to the situation in which my last letter to you left us. You may remember that I told you of the various preparations that were then in progress for a certain auspicious event, whose accomplishment was fixed for the ensuing week. Amongst others, I wrote to Morris for some articles of dress and finery to be procured at Baden, and for, if possible, a comfortable travelling-carriage, with a sufficiency of boxes and imperials.
Of course in doing so it was necessary, or at least it was fitting, that I should make mention of the cause for these extraordinary preparations, and I did so by a very brief allusion to the coming event, and to the rank of my future son-in-law, the youthful Baron and heir of Wolfenfels.
I am not aware of having said much more than this, for my letter was so crammed with commissions, and catalogues of purchases, that there was little s.p.a.ce disposable for more intelligence. I wrote on a Monday, and on the following Wednesday evening I was taking a stroll with James through the park, chatting over the approaching event in our family, when a mounted postboy galloped up with a letter, which being marked "Most pressing and immediate," the postmaster had very properly forwarded to me with all expedition. It was in Morris"s hand, and very brief. I give it to you verbatim:--
"My dear Sir,--For Heaven"s sake do not advance another step in this affair. You have been grossly imposed upon. As soon as I can procure horses I will join you, and expose the most scandalous trick that has ever come to the knowledge of yours truly,
"E. Morris.
"Post-House, t.i.te See. 2 o"clock p.m. Wednesday."
You may imagine--I cannot attempt to describe--the feelings with which James and I read and re-read these lines. I suppose we had pa.s.sed the letter back and forwards to each other fully a dozen times, ere either of us could summon composure to speak.
"Do you understand it, James?" said I.
"No," said he. "Do _you?_"
"Not unless the scoundrel is married already," said I.
"That was exactly what had occurred to me," replied he. ""Most scandalous trick," are the words; and they can only mean that."
"Morris is such a safe fellow,--so invariably sure of whatever he says."
"Precisely the way I take it," cried James. "He is far too cautious to make a grave charge without ample evidence to sustain it! We may rely upon it that he knows what he is about."
"But bigamy is a crime in Germany. They send a fellow to the galleys for it," said I. "Is it likely that he "d put himself in such peril?"
"Who knows!" said James, "if he thought he was going to get an English girl of high family, and with a pot of money!"
Shall I own to you, Tom, that remark of James"s nearly stunned me,--carelessly and casually as it fell from _him_, it almost overwhelmed me, and I asked myself, Why should he think she was of high family? Why should he suppose she had a large fortune? Who was it that propagated these delusions? and if there really was a "scandalous trick," as Morris said, could I affirm that all the roguery was on one side? Could I come into court with clean hands, and say, "Mrs. Dodd has not been cheating, neither has Kenny James "? Where are these broad acres of arable and pasture,--these verdant forests and swelling lawns, that I have been bestowing with such boundless munificence? How shall we prove these fourteen quarterings that we have been quoting incessantly for the past three weeks? "No matter for _that_," thought I, at length.
"If the fellow has got another wife, I "ll break every bone in his skin!" I must have pondered this sentiment aloud, for James echoed it even more forcibly, adding, by way of sequel, "And kick him from this to Rotterdam!"
I mention this in detail to show that we both jumped at once to the same conclusion, and, having done so, never disputed the correctness of our guess. We now proceeded to discuss our line of action,--James advising that he should be "brought to book" at once; I overruling the counsel by showing that we could do nothing whatever till Morris arrived.
"But to-morrow is fixed for the wedding!" exclaimed James.
"I know it," said I, "and Morris will be here to-night. At all events, the marriage shall not take place till he comes."