But above all did she boast herself against Dora in Church matters.
She would go to St. Damian"s on Sunday, triumphantly announcing that she should have to confess it as a sin when she got home, and afterwards, when Dora, as her custom was, came out to early dinner with the Grieves, Louie could not contain herself on the subject of the dresses, the processions, the decorations, the flowers, and ceremonial trappings in general, with which _she_ might, if she liked, regale herself either at Ste. Eulalie or the Madeleine, in comparison with the wretched show offered by St. Damian"s. Dora, after an early service and much Sunday-school, sat looking pale and weary under the scornful information poured out upon her. She was outraged by Louie"s tone; yet she was stung by her contempt. Once her gentleness was roused to speech, and she endeavoured to give some of the reasons for rejecting the usurped authority of the "Bishop of Rome," in which she had been drilled at different times.
But she floundered and came to grief. Her adversary laughed at her, and in the intervals of rating Cecile for having inked her dress, flaunted some shrill controversy which left them all staring. Louie vindicating, the claims of the Holy See with much unction and an appropriate diction! It seemed to David, as he listened, that the irony of life could hardly be carried further.
On the following day, David, not without a certain consciousness, said to John Dalby, his faithful helper through many years, and of late his partner:
"My sister is up at our place, John, with her little girl. Lucy would be very glad if you would go in this evening to see them."
John, who was already aware of the advent of Madame Montjoie, accepted the invitation and went. Louie received him with a manner half mocking--half patronising--and made no effort whatever to be agreeable to him. She was preoccupied; and the stout, shy man in his new suit only bored her. As for him, he sat and watched her; his small, amazed eyes took in her ways with Cecile, alternately boastful and tyrannical; her airs towards Lucy; her complete indifference to her brother"s life and interests. When he got up to go, he took leave of her with all the old timid _gaucherie_.
But if, when he entered the room, there had been anything left in his mind of the old dream, he was a wholly free man when he recrossed the threshold. He walked home thinking much of a small solicitor"s daughter, who worshipped at the Congregational chapel he himself attended. He had been at David Grieve"s side all these years; he loved him probably more than he would now love any woman; he devoted himself with ardour to the printing and selling of the various heretical works and newspapers published by Grieve & Co.; and yet for some long time past he had been--and was likely to remain--a man of strong religious convictions, of a common Evangelical type.
The second week of Louie"s stay was a much greater trial than the first to all concerned. She grew tired of dressing and patronising Lucy; her sharp eyes and tongue found out all her sister-in-law"s weak points; the two children were a fruitful source of jarring and jealousy between the mothers; and by the end of the week their relation was so much strained, and David had so much difficulty in keeping the peace, that he could only pine for the Monday morning which was to see Louie"s departure. Meanwhile nothing occurred to give him back his momentary hold upon her. She took great care not to be alone with him. It was as though she felt the presence of a new force in him, and would give it no chance of affecting her in mysterious and incalculable ways.
On the Sat.u.r.day before her last Sunday, Reuben Grieve arrived in Manchester--with his wife. His nephew"s letter and invitation had thrown the old man into a great flutter. Ultimately his curiosity as to David"s home and child--David himself he had seen several times since the marriage--and the desire, which the more prosperous state of his own circ.u.mstances allowed him to feel, to see what Louie might be like after all these years--decided him to go. And when he told Hannah of his intended journey, he found, to his amazement, that she was minded to go too. "If yo"ll tell me when yo gan me a jaunt last, I"ll be obliged to yo!" she said sourly, and he at once felt himself a selfish brute that he should have thought of taking the little pleasure without her.
When they were seated in the railway-carriage, he broke out in a sudden excitement:
"Wal, I never thowt, Hannah, to see yo do thissens naw moor!"
"Aye, yo wor allus yan to mak t" warst o" things," she said to him, as she slowly settled herself in her corner.
Nevertheless, Reuben"s feeling was amply justified. It had been a resurrection. The clever young doctor, brimful of new methods, who had brought her round, had arrived just in time to stop the process of physical deterioration before it had gone too far; and the recovery of power both on the paralysed side and in general health had been marvellous. She walked with a stick, and was an old and blanched woman before her time. But her indomitable spirit was once more provided with its necessary means of expression. She was at least as rude as ever, and it was as clear as anything can be in the case of a woman who has never learnt to smile, that her visit to Manchester--the first for ten years--was an excitement and satisfaction to her.
David met them at the station; but Reuben persisted in going to an old-fashioned eating-house in the centre of the city, where he had been accustomed to stay on the occasion of his rare visits to Manchester, in spite of his nephew"s repeated offers of hospitality.
"Noa, Davy, noa," he said, "yo"re a gen"leman now, and yo conno" be moidered wi" oos. We"st coom and see yo--thank yo kindly,--bit we"st do for oursels i" th" sleepin" way."
To which Hannah gave a grim and energetic a.s.sent.
When Louie had been told of their expected arrival she opened her black eyes to their very widest extent.
"Well, you"d better keep Aunt Hannah and me out of each other"s way," she remarked. "I shall let her have it, you"ll see. I"m bound to." A remark that David did his best to forget, seeing that the encounter was now past averting.
When on Sunday afternoon the door of the Grieves"s sitting-room opened to admit Hannah and Reuben Grieve, Louie was lying half asleep in an armchair by the fire, Cecile and Sandy were playing with bricks in the middle of the floor, and Dora and Lucy were chatting on the sofa.
Lucy, who had seen Reuben before, but had never set eyes on Hannah, sprang up ill at ease and awkward, but genuinely anxious to behave nicely to her husband"s relations.
"Won"t you take a chair? I"ll go and call David. He"s in the next room. This is Miss Lomax. Louie!"
Startled by the somewhat sharp call, Louie sat up and rubbed her eyes.
Hannah, resting on her stick, was standing in the middle of the floor. At sight of the familiar tyrannous face, grown parchment-white in place of its old grey hue--of the tall gaunt figure robed in the Sunday garb of rusty black which Louie perfectly remembered, and surmounted by the old head-gear--the stiff frizzled curls held in place by two small combs on the temples, the black bandeau across the front of the head, and the towering bonnet--Louie suddenly flushed and rose.
"How do you do?" she said in a cool off-hand way, holding out her hand, which Hannah"s black cotton glove barely touched. "Well, Uncle Reuben, do you think I"m grown? I have had about time to, anyway, since you saw me. That"s my little girl."
With a patronising smile she pushed forward Cecile. The short-sighted tremulous Reuben, staring uncomfortably about him at the town splendours in which "Davy" lived, had to have the child"s hand put into his by Dora before he could pull himself together enough to respond.
"I"m glad to see tha, my little dear." he said, awkwardly dropping his hat and umbrella as he stooped to salute her. "I"m sure yo"re varra kind, miss"--This was said apologetically to Dora, who had picked up his belongings and put them on a chair. "Wal, Louie, she doan"t feature her mither mich, as I can see."
He looked hurriedly at his wife for confirmation. Hannah, who had seated herself on the highest and plainest chair she could find, stared the child up and down, and then slowly removed her eyes, saying nothing. Instantly her manner woke the old rage in Louie, who was observing her excitedly.
"Come here to me, Cecile. I"d be sorry, anyway, if you were like what your mother was at your age. You"d be a poor, ill-treated, half-starved little wretch if you were!"
Hannah started, but not unpleasantly. Her grim mouth curved with a sort of satisfaction. It was many years since she had enjoyed those opportunities for battle which Louie"s tempers had once so freely afforded her.
"She"s n.o.bbut a midge," she remarked audibly to Dora, who had just tried to propitiate her by a footstool. "The chilt looks as thoo she"d been fed on spiders or frogs, or summat o" that soart."
At this moment David came in, just in time to prevent another explosion from Louie. He was genuinely glad to see his guests; his feeling of kinship was much stronger now than it ever had been in his youth; and in these years of independent, and on the whole happy, living he had had time to forget even Hannah"s enormities.
"Well, have you got a comfortable inn?" he asked Reuben presently, when some preliminaries were over.
"I thank yo kindly, Davy," said Reuben cautiously, "we"re meeterly weel sarved; bit yo conno look for mich fro teawn folk."
"What are yo allus so mealy-mouthed for?" said his wife indignantly. "Why conno yo say reet out "at it"s a pleeace not fit for ony decent dog to put his head in, an" an ill-mannert daggle-tail of a woman to keep it, as I"d like to sweep out wi th"
bits of a morning, an" leave her on th" muck-heap wheer she belongs?"
David laughed. To an ear long accustomed to the monotony of town civilities there was a not unwelcome savour of the moors even in these brutalities of Hannah"s.
"Sandy, where are you?" he said, looking round. "Have you had a look at him, Aunt Hannah?"
Sandy, who was sitting in the midst of his bricks sucking his thumb patiently till Cecile should be given back to him by her mother, and these invaders should be somehow dispersed, looked up and gave his father a sleepy and significant nod, as much as to say, "Leave me alone, and turn these people out."
But David lifted him up, and carried him off for exhibition. Hannah looked at him, as he lay lazily back on his father"s arm; his fair curls straying over David"s coat, his cheek flushed by the heat.
"Aye, he"s a gradely little chap," she said, more graciously it seemed to David than he ever remembered to have heard Hannah Grieve speak before. His paternal vanity was instantly delighted.
"Sit up, Sandy, and tell your great-uncle and aunt about the fine games you"ve been having with your cousin."
But Sandy was lost in quite other reflections. He looked out upon Hannah and Reuben with grave filmy eyes, as though from a vast distance, and said absently:
"Daddy!"
"Yes, Sandy, speak up."
"Daddy, when everybody in the world was babies, who put "em to bed?"
The child spoke as usual with a slow flute-like articulation, so that every word could be heard. Reuben and Hannah turned and looked at each other.
"Lord alive!" cried Hannah "whativer put sich notions into th"
chilt"s yed?"
David, with a happy twinkle in his eye, held up a hand for silence.
"I don"t know, Sandy; give it up."
Sandy considered a second or two, then said, with the sigh of one who relinquishes speculation in favor of the conventional solution:
"I s"pose G.o.d did."
His tone was dejected, as though he would gladly have come to another conclusion if he could.