"Let me see,--it"s going on for seven years now since you applied to me for a situation, eh, Tom?"
"Yes, sir; I"m three-and-twenty now," said Tom.
"Ah, it"s as well not to say that, though; for you"d pa.s.s for a good deal older, and age tells well in business. I remember your coming very well; I remember I saw there was some pluck in you, and that was what made me give you encouragement. And I"m happy to say I was right; I"m not often deceived. I was naturally a little shy at pushing my nephew, but I"m happy to say you"ve done me credit, sir; and if I"d had a son o" my own, I shouldn"t have been sorry to see him like you."
Mr. Deane tapped his box and opened it again, repeating in a tone of some feeling, "No, I shouldn"t have been sorry to see him like you."
"I"m very glad I"ve given you satisfaction, sir; I"ve done my best,"
said Tom, in his proud, independent way.
"Yes, Tom, you"ve given me satisfaction. I don"t speak of your conduct as a son; though that weighs with me in my opinion of you. But what I have to do with, as a partner in our firm, is the qualities you"ve shown as a man o" business. Ours is a fine business,--a splendid concern, sir,--and there"s no reason why it shouldn"t go on growing; there"s a growing capital, and growing outlets for it; but there"s another thing that"s wanted for the prosperity of every concern, large or small, and that"s men to conduct it,--men of the right habits; none o" your flashy fellows, but such as are to be depended on. Now this is what Mr. Guest and I see clear enough. Three years ago we took Gell into the concern; we gave him a share in the oil-mill. And why? Why, because Gell was a fellow whose services were worth a premium. So it will always be, sir. So it was with me. And though Gell is pretty near ten years older than you, there are other points in your favor."
Tom was getting a little nervous as Mr. Deane went on speaking; he was conscious of something he had in his mind to say, which might not be agreeable to his uncle, simply because it was a new suggestion rather than an acceptance of the proposition he foresaw.
"It stands to reason," Mr. Deane went on, when he had finished his new pinch, "that your being my nephew weighs in your favor; but I don"t deny that if you"d been no relation of mine at all, your conduct in that affair of Pelley"s bank would have led Mr. Guest and myself to make some acknowledgment of the service you"ve been to us; and, backed by your general conduct and business ability, it has made us determine on giving you a share in the business,--a share which we shall be glad to increase as the years go on. We think that"ll be better, on all grounds, than raising your salary. It"ll give you more importance, and prepare you better for taking some of the anxiety off my shoulders by and by. I"m equal to a good deal o" work at present, thank G.o.d; but I"m getting older,--there"s no denying that. I told Mr. Guest I would open the subject to you; and when you come back from this northern business, we can go into particulars. This is a great stride for a young fellow of three-and-twenty, but I"m bound to say you"ve deserved it."
"I"m very grateful to Mr. Guest and you, sir; of course I feel the most indebted to _you_, who first took me into the business, and have taken a good deal of pains with me since."
Tom spoke with a slight tremor, and paused after he had said this.
"Yes, yes," said Mr. Deane. "I don"t spare pains when I see they"ll be of any use. I gave myself some trouble with Gell, else he wouldn"t have been what he is."
"But there"s one thing I should like to mention to you uncle. I"ve never spoken to you of it before. If you remember, at the time my father"s property was sold, there was some thought of your firm buying the Mill; I know you thought it would be a very good investment, especially if steam were applied."
"To be sure, to be sure. But Wakem outbid us; he"d made up his mind to that. He"s rather fond of carrying everything over other people"s heads."
"Perhaps it"s of no use my mentioning it at present," Tom went on, "but I wish you to know what I have in my mind about the Mill. I"ve a strong feeling about it. It was my father"s dying wish that I should try and get it back again whenever I could; it was in his family for five generations. I promised my father; and besides that, I"m attached to the place. I shall never like any other so well. And if it should ever suit your views to buy it for the firm, I should have a better chance of fulfilling my father"s wish. I shouldn"t have liked to mention the thing to you, only you"ve been kind enough to say my services have been of some value. And I"d give up a much greater chance in life for the sake of having the Mill again,--I mean having it in my own hands, and gradually working off the price."
Mr. Deane had listened attentively, and now looked thoughtful.
"I see, I see," he said, after a while; "the thing would be possible if there were any chance of Wakem"s parting with the property. But that I _don"t_ see. He"s put that young Jetsome in the place; and he had his reasons when he bought it, I"ll be bound."
"He"s a loose fish, that young Jetsome," said Tom. "He"s taking to drinking, and they say he"s letting the business go down. Luke told me about it,--our old miller. He says he sha"n"t stay unless there"s an alteration. I was thinking, if things went on that way, Wakem might be more willing to part with the Mill. Luke says he"s getting very sour about the way things are going on."
"Well, I"ll turn it over, Tom. I must inquire into the matter, and go into it with Mr. Guest. But, you see, it"s rather striking out a new branch, and putting you to that, instead of keeping you where you are, which was what we"d wanted."
"I should be able to manage more than the Mill when things were once set properly going, sir. I want to have plenty of work. There"s nothing else I care about much."
There was something rather sad in that speech from a young man of three-and-twenty, even in uncle Deane"s business-loving ears.
"Pooh, pooh! you"ll be having a wife to care about one of these days, if you get on at this pace in the world. But as to this Mill, we mustn"t reckon on our chickens too early. However, I promise you to bear it in mind, and when you come back we"ll talk of it again. I am going to dinner now. Come and breakfast with us to-morrow morning, and say good-bye to your mother and sister before you start."
Chapter VI
Ill.u.s.trating the Laws of Attraction
It is evident to you now that Maggie had arrived at a moment in her life which must be considered by all prudent persons as a great opportunity for a young woman. Launched into the higher society of St.
Ogg"s, with a striking person, which had the advantage of being quite unfamiliar to the majority of beholders, and with such moderate a.s.sistance of costume as you have seen foreshadowed in Lucy"s anxious colloquy with aunt Pullet, Maggie was certainly at a new starting-point in life. At Lucy"s first evening party, young Torry fatigued his facial muscles more than usual in order that "the dark-eyed girl there in the corner" might see him in all the additional style conferred by his eyegla.s.s; and several young ladies went home intending to have short sleeves with black lace, and to plait their hair in a broad coronet at the back of their head,--"That cousin of Miss Deane"s looked so very well." In fact, poor Maggie, with all her inward consciousness of a painful past and her presentiment of a troublous future, was on the way to become an object of some envy,--a topic of discussion in the newly established billiard-room, and between fair friends who had no secrets from each other on the subject of tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs. The Miss Guests, who a.s.sociated chiefly on terms of condescension with the families of St. Ogg"s, and were the gla.s.s of fashion there, took some exception to Maggie"s manners. She had a way of not a.s.senting at once to the observations current in good society, and of saying that she didn"t know whether those observations were true or not, which gave her an air of _gaucherie_, and impeded the even flow of conversation; but it is a fact capable of an amiable interpretation that ladies are not the worst disposed toward a new acquaintance of their own s.e.x because she has points of inferiority. And Maggie was so entirely without those pretty airs of coquetry which have the traditional reputation of driving gentlemen to despair that she won some feminine pity for being so ineffective in spite of her beauty. She had not had many advantages, poor thing! and it must be admitted there was no pretension about her; her abruptness and unevenness of manner were plainly the result of her secluded and lowly circ.u.mstances. It was only a wonder that there was no tinge of vulgarity about her, considering what the rest of poor Lucy"s relations were--an allusion which always made the Miss Guests shudder a little. It was not agreeable to think of any connection by marriage with such people as the Gleggs and the Pullets; but it was of no use to contradict Stephen when once he had set his mind on anything, and certainly there was no possible objection to Lucy in herself,--no one could help liking her.
She would naturally desire that the Miss Guests should behave kindly to this cousin of whom she was so fond, and Stephen would make a great fuss if they were deficient in civility. Under these circ.u.mstances the invitations to Park House were not wanting; and elsewhere, also, Miss Deane was too popular and too distinguished a member of society in St.
Ogg"s for any attention toward her to be neglected.
Thus Maggie was introduced for the first time to the young lady"s life, and knew what it was to get up in the morning without any imperative reason for doing one thing more than another. This new sense of leisure and unchecked enjoyment amidst the soft-breathing airs and garden-scents of advancing spring--amidst the new abundance of music, and lingering strolls in the sunshine, and the delicious dreaminess of gliding on the river--could hardly be without some intoxicating effect on her, after her years of privation; and even in the first week Maggie began to be less haunted by her sad memories and antic.i.p.ations. Life was certainly very pleasant just now; it was becoming very pleasant to dress in the evening, and to feel that she was one of the beautiful things of this spring-time. And there were admiring eyes always awaiting her now; she was no longer an unheeded person, liable to be chid, from whom attention was continually claimed, and on whom no one felt bound to confer any. It was pleasant, too, when Stephen and Lucy were gone out riding, to sit down at the piano alone, and find that the old fitness between her fingers and the keys remained, and revived, like a sympathetic kinship not to be worn out by separation; to get the tunes she had heard the evening before, and repeat them again and again until she had found out a way of producing them so as to make them a more pregnant, pa.s.sionate language to her. The mere concord of octaves was a delight to Maggie, and she would often take up a book of studies rather than any melody, that she might taste more keenly by abstraction the more primitive sensation of intervals. Not that her enjoyment of music was of the kind that indicates a great specific talent; it was rather that her sensibility to the supreme excitement of music was only one form of that pa.s.sionate sensibility which belonged to her whole nature, and made her faults and virtues all merge in each other; made her affections sometimes an impatient demand, but also prevented her vanity from taking the form of mere feminine coquetry and device, and gave it the poetry of ambition. But you have known Maggie a long while, and need to be told, not her characteristics, but her history, which is a thing hardly to be predicted even from the completest knowledge of characteristics. For the tragedy of our lives is not created entirely from within. "Character," says Novalis, in one of his questionable aphorisms,--"character is destiny." But not the whole of our destiny.
Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, was speculative and irresolute, and we have a great tragedy in consequence. But if his father had lived to a good old age, and his uncle had died an early death, we can conceive Hamlet"s having married Ophelia, and got through life with a reputation of sanity, notwithstanding many soliloquies, and some moody sarcasms toward the fair daughter of Polonius, to say nothing of the frankest incivility to his father-in-law.
Maggie"s destiny, then, is at present hidden, and we must wait for it to reveal itself like the course of an unmapped river; we only know that the river is full and rapid, and that for all rivers there is the same final home. Under the charm of her new pleasures, Maggie herself was ceasing to think, with her eager prefiguring imagination, of her future lot; and her anxiety about her first interview with Philip was losing its predominance; perhaps, unconsciously to herself, she was not sorry that the interview had been deferred.
For Philip had not come the evening he was expected, and Mr. Stephen Guest brought word that he was gone to the coast,--probably, he thought, on a sketching expedition; but it was not certain when he would return. It was just like Philip, to go off in that way without telling any one. It was not until the twelfth day that he returned, to find both Lucy"s notes awaiting him; he had left before he knew of Maggie"s arrival.
Perhaps one had need be nineteen again to be quite convinced of the feelings that were crowded for Maggie into those twelve days; of the length to which they were stretched for her by the novelty of her experience in them, and the varying att.i.tudes of her mind. The early days of an acquaintance almost always have this importance for us, and fill up a larger s.p.a.ce in our memory than longer subsequent periods, which have been less filled with discovery and new impressions. There were not many hours in those ten days in which Mr. Stephen Guest was not seated by Lucy"s side, or standing near her at the piano, or accompanying her on some outdoor excursion; his attentions were clearly becoming more a.s.siduous, and that was what every one had expected. Lucy was very happy, all the happier because Stephen"s society seemed to have become much more interesting and amusing since Maggie had been there. Playful discussions--sometimes serious ones--were going forward, in which both Stephen and Maggie revealed themselves, to the admiration of the gentle, un.o.btrusive Lucy; and it more than once crossed her mind what a charming quartet they should have through life when Maggie married Philip. Is it an inexplicable thing that a girl should enjoy her lover"s society the more for the presence of a third person, and be without the slightest spasm of jealousy that the third person had the conversation habitually directed to her? Not when that girl is as tranquil-hearted as Lucy, thoroughly possessed with a belief that she knows the state of her companions" affections, and not p.r.o.ne to the feelings which shake such a belief in the absence of positive evidence against it. Besides, it was Lucy by whom Stephen sat, to whom he gave his arm, to whom he appealed as the person sure to agree with him; and every day there was the same tender politeness toward her, the same consciousness of her wants and care to supply them. Was there really the same? It seemed to Lucy that there was more; and it was no wonder that the real significance of the change escaped her. It was a subtle act of conscience in Stephen that even he himself was not aware of. His personal attentions to Maggie were comparatively slight, and there had even sprung up an apparent distance between them, that prevented the renewal of that faint resemblance to gallantry into which he had fallen the first day in the boat. If Stephen came in when Lucy was out of the room, if Lucy left them together, they never spoke to each other; Stephen, perhaps, seemed to be examining books or music, and Maggie bent her head a.s.siduously over her work. Each was oppressively conscious of the other"s presence, even to the finger-ends. Yet each looked and longed for the same thing to happen the next day. Neither of them had begun to reflect on the matter, or silently to ask, "To what does all this tend?" Maggie only felt that life was revealing something quite new to her; and she was absorbed in the direct, immediate experience, without any energy left for taking account of it and reasoning about it. Stephen wilfully abstained from self-questioning, and would not admit to himself that he felt an influence which was to have any determining effect on his conduct. And when Lucy came into the room again, they were once more unconstrained; Maggie could contradict Stephen, and laugh at him, and he could recommend to her consideration the example of that most charming heroine, Miss Sophia Western, who had a great "respect for the understandings of men." Maggie could look at Stephen, which, for some reason or other she always avoided when they were alone; and he could even ask her to play his accompaniment for him, since Lucy"s fingers were so busy with that bazaar-work, and lecture her on hurrying the tempo, which was certainly Maggie"s weak point.
One day--it was the day of Philip"s return--Lucy had formed a sudden engagement to spend the evening with Mrs. Kenn, whose delicate state of health, threatening to become confirmed illness through an attack of bronchitis, obliged her to resign her functions at the coming bazaar into the hands of other ladies, of whom she wished Lucy to be one. The engagement had been formed in Stephen"s presence, and he had heard Lucy promise to dine early and call at six o"clock for Miss Torry, who brought Mrs. Kenn"s request.
"Here is another of the moral results of this idiotic bazaar," Stephen burst forth, as soon as Miss Torry had left the room,--"taking young ladies from the duties of the domestic hearth into scenes of dissipation among urn-rugs and embroidered reticules! I should like to know what is the proper function of women, if it is not to make reasons for husbands to stay at home, and still stronger reasons for bachelors to go out. If this goes on much longer, the bonds of society will be dissolved."
"Well, it will not go on much longer," said Lucy, laughing, "for the bazaar is to take place on Monday week."
"Thank Heaven!" said Stephen. "Kenn himself said the other day that he didn"t like this plan of making vanity do the work of charity; but just as the British public is not reasonable enough to bear direct taxation, so St. Ogg"s has not got force of motive enough to build and endow schools without calling in the force of folly."
"Did he say so?" said little Lucy, her hazel eyes opening wide with anxiety. "I never heard him say anything of that kind; I thought he approved of what we were doing."
"I"m sure he approves _you_," said Stephen, smiling at her affectionately; "your conduct in going out to-night looks vicious, I own, but I know there is benevolence at the bottom of it."
"Oh, you think too well of me," said Lucy, shaking her head, with a pretty blush, and there the subject ended. But it was tacitly understood that Stephen would not come in the evening; and on the strength of that tacit understanding he made his morning visit the longer, not saying good-bye until after four.
Maggie was seated in the drawing-room, alone, shortly after dinner, with Minny on her lap, having left her uncle to his wine and his nap, and her mother to the compromise between knitting and nodding, which, when there was no company, she always carried on in the dining-room till tea-time. Maggie was stooping to caress the tiny silken pet, and comforting him for his mistress"s absence, when the sound of a footstep on the gravel made her look up, and she saw Mr. Stephen Guest walking up the garden, as if he had come straight from the river. It was very unusual to see him so soon after dinner! He often complained that their dinner-hour was late at Park House. Nevertheless, there he was, in his black dress; he had evidently been home, and must have come again by the river. Maggie felt her cheeks glowing and her heart beating; it was natural she should be nervous, for she was not accustomed to receive visitors alone. He had seen her look up through the open window, and raised his hat as he walked toward it, to enter that way instead of by the door. He blushed too, and certainly looked as foolish as a young man of some wit and self-possession can be expected to look, as he walked in with a roll of music in his hand, and said, with an air of hesitating improvisation,--
"You are surprised to see me again, Miss Tulliver; I ought to apologize for coming upon you by surprise, but I wanted to come into the town, and I got our man to row me; so I thought I would bring these things from the "Maid of Artois" for your cousin; I forgot them this morning. Will you give them to her?"
"Yes," said Maggie, who had risen confusedly with Minny in her arms, and now, not quite knowing what else to do, sat down again.
Stephen laid down his hat, with the music, which rolled on the floor, and sat down in the chair close by her. He had never done so before, and both he and Maggie were quite aware that it was an entirely new position.
"Well, you pampered minion!" said Stephen, leaning to pull the long curly ears that drooped over Maggie"s arm. It was not a suggestive remark, and as the speaker did not follow it up by further development, it naturally left the conversation at a standstill. It seemed to Stephen like some action in a dream that he was obliged to do, and wonder at himself all the while,--to go on stroking Minny"s head. Yet it was very pleasant; he only wished he dared look at Maggie, and that she would look at him,--let him have one long look into those deep, strange eyes of hers, and then he would be satisfied and quite reasonable after that. He thought it was becoming a sort of monomania with him, to want that long look from Maggie; and he was racking his invention continually to find out some means by which he could have it without its appearing singular and entailing subsequent embarra.s.sment. As for Maggie, she had no distinct thought, only the sense of a presence like that of a closely hovering broad-winged bird in the darkness, for she was unable to look up, and saw nothing but Minny"s black wavy coat.
But this must end some time, perhaps it ended very soon, and only _seemed_ long, as a minute"s dream does. Stephen at last sat upright sideways in his chair, leaning one hand and arm over the back and looking at Maggie. What should he say?
"We shall have a splendid sunset, I think; sha"n"t you go out and see it?"
"I don"t know," said Maggie. Then courageously raising her eyes and looking out of the window, "if I"m not playing cribbage with my uncle."
A pause; during which Minny is stroked again, but has sufficient insight not to be grateful for it, to growl rather.
"Do you like sitting alone?"
A rather arch look came over Maggie"s face, and, just glancing at Stephen, she said, "Would it be quite civil to say"ve s"?"