The girls were sitting over the drawing-room fire, with unlighted candles on the table, talking, he felt, about his mother; but when he came in they rose, and changed their tone. Erminia went to the piano, and sang her newest and choicest French airs. Frank was gloomy and silent; but when she changed into more solemn music his mood was softened, Maggie"s simple and hearty admiration, untinged by the slightest shade of envy for Erminia"s accomplishments, charmed him. The one appeared to him the perfection of elegant art, the other of graceful nature. When he looked at Maggie, and thought of the moorland home from which she had never wandered, the mysteriously beautiful lines of Wordsworth seemed to become sun-clear to him.
"And she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pa.s.s into her face."
Mr. Buxton, in the dining-room, was really getting to take an interest in Edward"s puzzling cases. They were like tricks at cards. A quick motion, and out of the unpromising heap, all confused together, presto! the right card turned up. Edward stated his case, so that there did not seem loophole for the desired verdict; but through some conjuration, it always came uppermost at last. He had a graphic way of relating things; and, as he did not spare epithets in his designation of the opposing party, Mr. Buxton took it upon trust that the defendant or the prosecutor (as it might happen) was a "pettifogging knave," or a "miserly curmudgeon," and rejoiced accordingly in the triumph over him gained by the ready wit of "our governor," Mr. Bish. At last he became so deeply impressed with Edward"s knowledge of law, as to consult him about some cottage property he had in Woodchester.
"I rather think there are twenty-one cottages, and they don"t bring me in four pounds a-year; and out of that I have to pay for collecting. Would there be any chance of selling them? They are in Doughty-street; a bad neighborhood, I fear."
"Very bad," was Edward"s prompt reply. "But if you are really anxious to effect a sale, I have no doubt I could find a purchaser in a short time."
"I should be very much obliged to you," said Mr. Buxton. "You would be doing me a kindness. If you meet with a purchaser, and can manage the affair, I would rather that you drew out the deeds for the transfer of the property. If would be the beginning of business for you; and I only hope I should bring you good luck."
Of course Edward could do this; and when they left the table, it was with a feeling on his side that he was a step nearer to the agency which he coveted; and with a happy consciousness on Mr. Buxton"s of having put a few pounds in the way of a deserving and remarkably clever young man.
Since Edward had left home, Maggie had gradually, but surely, been gaining in importance. Her judgment and her untiring unselfishness could not fail to make way. Her mother had some respect for, and great dependence on her; but still it was hardly affection that she felt for her; or if it was it was a dull and torpid kind of feeling, compared with the fond love and exulting pride which she took in Edward. When he came back for occasional holidays, his mother"s face was radiant with happiness, and her manner toward him was even more caressing than he approved of. When Maggie saw him repel the hand that fain would have stroked his hair as in childish days, a longing came into her heart for some of these uncared-for tokens of her mother"s love. Otherwise she meekly sank back into her old secondary place, content to have her judgment slighted and her wishes unasked as long as he stayed. At times she was now beginning to disapprove and regret some things in him; his flashiness of manner jarred against her taste; and a deeper, graver feeling was called out by his evident want of quick moral perception. "Smart and clever," or "slow and dull," took with him the place of "right and wrong." Little as he thought it, he was himself narrow-minded and dull; slow and blind to perceive the beauty and eternal wisdom of simple goodness.
Erminia and Maggie became great friends. Erminia used to beg for Maggie, until she herself put a stop to the practice; as she saw her mother yielded more frequently than was convenient, for the honor of having her daughter a visitor at Mr. Buxton"s, about which she could talk to her few acquaintances who persevered in calling at the cottage. Then Erminia volunteered a visit of some days to Maggie, and Mrs. Browne"s pride was redoubled; but she made so many preparations, and so much fuss, and gave herself so much trouble, that she was positively ill during Erminia"s stay; and Maggie felt that she must henceforward deny herself the pleasure of having her friend for a guest, as her mother could not be persuaded from attempting to provide things in the same abundance and style as that to which Erminia was accustomed at home; whereas, as Nancy shrewdly observed, the young lady did not know if she was eating jelly, or porridge, or whether the plates were common delf or the best China, so long as she was with her dear Miss Maggie. Spring went, and summer came. Frank had gone to and fro between Cambridge and Combehurst, drawn by motives of which he felt the force, but into which he did not care to examine. Edward had sold the property of Mr. Buxton; and he, pleased with the possession of half the purchase money (the remainder of which was to be paid by installments), and happy in the idea that his son came over so frequently to see Erminia, had amply rewarded the young attorney for his services.
One summer"s day, as hot as day could be, Maggie had been busy all morning; for the weather was so sultry that she would not allow either Nancy or her mother to exert themselves much. She had gone down with the old brown pitcher, coeval with herself, to the spring for water; and while it was trickling, and making a tinkling music, she sat down on the ground. The air was so still that she heard the distant wood-pigeons cooing; and round about her the bees were murmuring busily among the cl.u.s.tering heath. From some little touch of sympathy with these low sounds of pleasant harmony, she began to try and hum some of Erminia"s airs. She never sang out loud, or put words to her songs; but her voice was very sweet, and it was a great pleasure to herself to let it go into music. Just as her jug was filled, she was startled by Frank"s sudden appearance. She thought he was at Cambridge, and, from some cause or other, her face, usually so faint in color, became the most vivid scarlet. They were both too conscious to speak. Maggie stooped (murmuring some words of surprise) to take up her pitcher.
"Don"t go yet, Maggie," said he, putting his hand on hers to stop her; but, somehow, when that purpose was effected, he forgot to take it off again. "I have come all the way from Cambridge to see you. I could not bear suspense any longer. I grew so impatient for certainty of some kind, that I went up to town last night, in order to feel myself on my way to you, even though I knew I could not be here a bit earlier to-day for doing so. Maggie--dear Maggie! how you are trembling! Have I frightened you? Nancy told me you were here; but it was very thoughtless to come so suddenly upon you."
It was not the suddenness of his coming; it was the suddenness of her own heart, which leaped up with the feelings called out by his words. She went very white, and sat down on the ground as before. But she rose again immediately, and stood, with drooping, averted head. He had dropped her hand, but now sought to take it again.
"Maggie, darling, may I speak?" Her lips moved, he saw, but he could not hear. A pang of affright ran through him that, perhaps, she did not wish to listen. "May I speak to you?" he asked again, quite timidly. She tried to make her voice sound, but it would not; so she looked round. Her soft gray eyes were eloquent in that one glance. And, happier than his words, pa.s.sionate and tender as they were, could tell, he spoke till her trembling was changed into bright flashing blushes, and even a shy smile hovered about her lips, and dimpled her cheeks.
The water bubbled over the pitcher unheeded. At last she remembered all the work-a-day world. She lifted up the jug, and would have hurried home, but Frank decidedly took it from her.
"Henceforward," said he, "I have a right to carry your burdens." So with one arm round her waist and with the other carrying the water, they climbed the steep turfy slope. Near the top she wanted to take it again.
"Mamma will not like it. Mamma will think if so strange."
"Why, dearest, if I saw Nancy carrying it up this slope I would take it from her. It would be strange if a man did not carry it for any woman.
But you must let me tell your mother of my right to help you. If is your dinner-time is it not? I may come in to dinner as one of the family may not I Maggie?"
"No" she said softly. For she longed to be alone; and she dreaded being overwhelmed by the expression of her mother"s feelings, weak and agitated as she felt herself. "Not to-day."
"Not to-day!" said he reproachfully. "You are very hard upon me. Let me come to tea. If you will, I will leave you now. Let me come to early tea. I must speak to my father. He does not know I am here. I may come to tea. At what time is it? Three o"clock. Oh, I know you drink tea at some strange early hour; perhaps it is at two. I will take care to be in time."
"Don"t come till five, please. I must tell mamma; and I want some time to think. It does seem so like a dream. Do go, please."
"Well! if I must, I must. But I don"t feel as if I were in a dream, but in some real blessed heaven so long as I see you."
At last he went. Nancy was awaiting Maggie, the side-gate.
"Bless us and save us, bairn! what a time it has taken thee to get the water. Is the spring dry with the hot weather?"
Maggie ran past her. All dinner-time she heard her mother"s voice in long-continued lamentation about something. She answered at random, and startled her mother by a.s.serting that she thought "it" was very good; the said "it" being milk turned sour by thunder. Mrs. Browne spoke quite sharply, "No one is so particular as you, Maggie. I have known you drink water, day after day, for breakfast, when you were a little girl, because your cup of milk had a drowned fly in it; and now you tell me you don"t care for this, and don"t mind that, just as if you could eat up all the things which are spoiled by the heat. I declare my head aches so, I shall go and lie down as soon as ever dinner is over."
If this was her plan, Maggie thought she had no time to lose in making her confession. Frank would be here before her mother got up again to tea. But she dreaded speaking about her happiness; it seemed as yet so cobweb-like, as if a touch would spoil its beauty.
"Mamma, just wait a minute. Just sit down in your chair while I tell you something. Please, dear mamma." She took a stool, and sat at her mother"s feet; and then she began to turn the wedding-ring on Mrs. Browne"s hand, looking down and never speaking, till the latter became impatient.
"What is if you have got to say, child? Do make haste, for I want to go up-stairs."
With a great jerk of resolution, Maggie said:
"Mamma, Frank Buxton has asked me to marry him."
She hid her face in her mother"s lap for an instant; and then she lifted it up, as brimful of the light of happiness as is the cup of a water-lily of the sun"s radiance.
"Maggie--you don"t say so," said her mother, half incredulously. "It can"t be, for he"s at Cambridge, and it"s not post-day. What do you mean?"
"He came this morning, mother, when I was down at the well; and we fixed that I was to speak to you; and he asked if he might come again for tea."
"Dear! dear! and the milk all gone sour? We should have had milk of our own, if Edward had not persuaded me against buying another cow."
"I don"t think Mr. Buxton will mind it much," said Maggie, dimpling up, as she remembered, half unconsciously, how little he had seemed to care for anything but herself.
"Why, what a thing it is for you!" said Mrs. Browne, quite roused up from her languor and her head-ache. "Everybody said he was engaged to Miss Erminia. Are you quite sure you made no mistake, child? What did he say?
Young men are so fond of making fine speeches; and young women are so silly in fancying they mean something. I once knew a girl who thought that a gentleman who sent her mother a present of a sucking-pig, did it as a delicate way of making her an offer. Tell me his exact words."
But Maggie blushed, and either would not or could not. So Mrs. Browne began again:
"Well, if you"re sure, you"re sure. I wonder how he brought his father round. So long as he and Erminia have been planned for each other! That very first day we ever dined there after your father"s death, Mr. Buxton as good as told me all about it. I fancied they were only waiting till they were out of mourning."
All this was news to Maggie. She had never thought that either Erminia or Frank was particularly fond of the other; still less had she had any idea of Mr. Buxton"s plans for them. Her mother"s surprise at her engagement jarred a little upon her too: it had become so natural, even in these last two hours, to feel that she belonged to _him_. But there were more discords to come. Mrs. Browne began again, half in soliloquy:
"I should think he would have four thousand a-year. He did not tell you, love, did he, if they had still that bad property in the ca.n.a.l, that his father complained about? But he will have four thousand. Why, you"ll have your carriage, Maggie. Well! I hope Mr. Buxton has taken it kindly, because he"ll have a deal to do with the settlements. I"m sure I thought he was engaged to Erminia."
Ringing changes on these subjects all the afternoon, Mrs. Browne sat with Maggie. She occasionally wandered off to speak about Edward, and how favorably his future prospects would be advanced by the engagement.
"Let me see--there"s the house in Combehurst: the rent of that would be a hundred and fifty a-year, but we"ll not reckon that. But there"s the quarries" (she was reckoning upon her fingers in default of a slate, for which she had vainly searched), "we"ll call them two hundred a-year, for I don"t believe Mr. Buxton"s stories about their only bringing him in seven-pence; and there"s Newbridge, that"s certainly thirteen hundred--where had I got to, Maggie?"
"Dear mamma, do go and lie down for a little; you look quite flushed," said Maggie, softly.
Was this the manner to view her betrothal with such a man as Frank?
Her mother"s remarks depressed her more than she could have thought it possible; the excitement of the morning was having its reaction, and she longed to go up to the solitude under the thorn-tree, where she had hoped to spend a quiet, thoughtful afternoon.
Nancy came in to replace gla.s.ses and spoons in the cupboard. By some accident, the careful old servant broke one of the former. She looked up quickly at her mistress, who usually visited all such offences with no small portion of rebuke.
"Never mind, Nancy," said Mrs. Browne. "It"s only an old tumbler; and Maggie"s going to be married, and we must buy a new set for the wedding-dinner."
Nancy looked at both, bewildered; at last a light dawned into her mind, and her face looked shrewdly and knowingly back at Mrs. Browne. Then she said, very quietly:
"I think I"ll take the next pitcher to the well myself, and try my luck. To think how sorry I was for Miss Maggie this morning! "Poor thing," says I to myself, "to be kept all this time at that confounded well" (for I"ll not deny that I swear a bit to myself at times--it sweetens the blood), "and she so tired." I e"en thought I"d go help her; but I reckon she"d some other help. May I take a guess at the young man?"
"Four thousand a-year! Nancy;" said Mrs. Browne, exultingly.
"And a blithe look, and a warm, kind heart--and a free step--and a n.o.ble way with him to rich and poor--aye, aye, I know the name. No need to alter all my neat M.B."s, done in turkey-red cotton. Well, well! every one"s turn comes sometime, but mine"s rather long a-coming."