"Eleanor, seriously, I am not satisfied to have you go to that place alone."
"I do not. I am always attended."
"By a servant. Have you never been frightened?"
"Never."
"Do you not meet a very ugly sort of crowd sometimes, on your way?"
"Yes--sometimes."
"And never feel afraid?"
"No. Mr. Carlisle, would you like a cup of tea, if you could get it?"
She had met his questions with a full clear look of her eyes, in which certainly there lay no lurking shadow. He read them, and drank his tea rather moodily.
"So, Eleanor," said Mrs. Powle the next day, "you have enlisted Mr.
Carlisle on your side as usual, and he will have you go to your absurd school as you want to do. How did people get along before Ragged schools were invented, I should like to know?"
"You would not like to know, mamma. It was in misery and ignorance and crime, such as you would be made sick to hear of."
"Well, they live in it yet, I suppose; or are they all reclaimed already?"
"They live in it yet--many a one."
"And it is among such people you go! Well, I wash my hands of it. Mr.
Carlisle will not have you molested. He must have his own way."
"What has he to do with it, mamma?" Eleanor asked, a little indignantly.
"A good deal, I should say. You are not such a fool as not to know what he is with you all the time for, Eleanor."
A hot colour came up in Eleanor"s cheeks.
"It is not by my wish, mamma."
"It is rather late to say so. Don"t you like him, Eleanor?"
"Yes, ma"am--very much--if only he would be content with that."
"Answer me only one thing. Do you like any one else better? He is as jealous as a bear, and afraid you do."
"Mamma," said Eleanor, a burning colour again rising to her brow,--"you know yourself that I see no one that I favour more than I do Mr.
Carlisle. I do not hold him just in the regard he wishes, nevertheless."
"But do you like any one else better? tell me that. I just want that question answered."
"Mamma, why? Answering it will not help the matter. In all England there is not a person out of my own family whom I like so well;--but that does not put Mr. Carlisle in the place where he wishes to be."
"I just wanted that question answered," said Mrs. Powle.
CHAPTER VI.
AT FIELD-LANE.
"Still all the day the iron wheels go onward, Grinding life down from its mark; And the children"s souls, which G.o.d is calling sunward, Spin on blindly in the dark."
"She declares there is not anybody in the world she likes better than she does you--nor so well."
Mrs. Powle"s fair curls hung on either side of a perplexed face. Mr.
Carlisle stood opposite to her. His eye brightened and fired, but he made no answer.
"It is only her absurd fanaticism that makes all the trouble."
"There will be no trouble to fear, my dear madam, if that is true."
"Well I asked her the question, and she told me in so many words; and you know Eleanor. What she says she means."
Mr. Carlisle was silent, and Mrs. Powle went on. He was seldom loquacious in his consultations with her.
"For all that, she is just as fixed in her ways as a mountain; and I don"t know how to manage her. Eleanor always was a hard child to manage; and now she has got these fanatical notions in her head she is worse than ever."
There was a slight perceptible closing in of the fingers of Mr.
Carlisle"s hand, but his words were quiet.
"Do not oppose them. Fanaticism opposed grows rigid, and dies a martyr.
Let her alone; these things will all pa.s.s away by and by. I am not afraid of them."
"Then you would let her go on with her absurd Ragged schools and such flummery? I am positively afraid she will bring something dreadful into the house, or be insulted herself some day. I do think charity begins at home. I wish Lord Cushley, or whoever it is, had been in better business. Such an example of course sets other people wild."
"I will be there myself, and see that no harm comes to Eleanor. I think I can manage that."
"Eleanor of all girls!" said Mrs. Powle. "That she should be infected with religious fanaticism! She was just the girl most unlike it that could possibly be; none of these meek tame spirits, that seem to have nothing better to do."
"No, you are wrong," said Mr. Carlisle. "It is the enthusiastic character, that takes everything strongly, that is strong in this as in all the rest. Her fanaticism will give me no trouble--if it will once let her be mine!"
"Then you would let her alone?" said Mrs. Powle.
"Let her alone."
"She is spoiling Julia as fast as she can; but I stopped that. Would you believe it? the minx objected to taking lessons in dancing, because her sister had taught her that dancing a.s.semblies were not good places to go to! But I take care that they are not together now. Julia is completely under her influence."
"So am I," said Mr. Carlisle laughing; "so much that I believe I cannot bear to hear any more against her than is necessary. I will be with her at Field-Lane next Sunday."