"Yes, mother." She put her head into the room. "Oh!" Mr. Povey was a.s.suming his coat.
"Mr. Povey is going to the dentist"s."
"Yes, I"m going at once," Mr. Povey confirmed.
"Oh! I"m so GLAD!" Constance exclaimed. Her face expressed a pure sympathy, uncomplicated by critical sentiments. Mr. Povey rapidly bathed in that sympathy, and then decided that he must show himself a man of oak and iron.
"It"s always best to get these things done with," said he, with stern detachment. "I"ll just slip my overcoat on."
"Here it is," said Constance, quickly. Mr. Povey"s overcoat and hat were hung on a hook immediately outside the room, in the pa.s.sage. She gave him the overcoat, anxious to be of service.
"I didn"t call you in here to be Mr. Povey"s valet," said Mrs. Baines to herself with mild grimness; and aloud: "I can"t stay in the shop long, Constance, but you can be there, can"t you, till Mr. Povey comes back? And if anything happens run upstairs and tell me."
"Yes, mother," Constance eagerly consented. She hesitated and then turned to obey at once.
"I want to speak to you first, my pet," Mrs. Baines stopped her. And her tone was peculiar, charged with import, confidential, and therefore very flattering to Constance.
"I think I"ll go out by the side-door," said Mr. Povey. "It"ll be nearer."
This was truth. He would save about ten yards, in two miles, by going out through the side-door instead of through the shop. Who could have guessed that he was ashamed to be seen going to the dentist"s, afraid lest, if he went through the shop, Mrs. Baines might follow him and utter some remark prejudicial to his dignity before the a.s.sistants?
(Mrs. Baines could have guessed, and did.)
"You won"t want that tape-measure," said Mrs. Baines, dryly, as Mr.
Povey dragged open the side-door. The ends of the forgotten tape-measure were dangling beneath coat and overcoat.
"Oh!" Mr. Povey scowled at his forgetfulness.
"I"ll put it in its place," said Constance, offering to receive the tape-measure.
"Thank you," said Mr. Povey, gravely. "I don"t suppose they"ll be long over my bit of a job," he added, with a difficult, miserable smile.
Then he went off down King Street, with an exterior of gay briskness and dignified joy in the fine May morning. But there was no May morning in his cowardly human heart.
"Hi! Povey!" cried a voice from the Square.
But Mr. Povey disregarded all appeals. He had put his hand to the plough, and he would not look back.
"Hi! Povey!"
Useless!
Mrs. Baines and Constance were both at the door. A middle-aged man was crossing the road from Boulton Terrace, the lofty erection of new shops which the envious rest of the Square had decided to call "showy." He waved a hand to Mrs. Baines, who kept the door open.
"It"s Dr. Harrop," she said to Constance. "I shouldn"t be surprised if that baby"s come at last, and he wanted to tell Mr. Povey."
Constance blushed, full of pride. Mrs. Povey, wife of "our Mr. Povey"s"
renowned cousin, the high-cla.s.s confectioner and baker in Boulton Terrace, was a frequent subject of discussion in the Baines family, but this was absolutely the first time that Mrs. Baines had acknowledged, in presence of Constance, the marked and growing change which had characterized Mrs. Povey"s condition during recent months.
Such frankness on the part of her mother, coming after the decision about leaving school, proved indeed that Constance had ceased to be a mere girl.
"Good morning, doctor."
The doctor, who carried a little bag and wore riding-breeches (he was the last doctor in Bursley to abandon the saddle for the dog-cart), saluted and straightened his high, black stock.
"Morning! Morning, missy! Well, it"s a boy."
"What? Yonder?" asked Mrs. Baines, indicating the confectioner"s.
Dr. Harrop nodded. "I wanted to inform him," said he, jerking his shoulder in the direction of the swaggering coward.
"What did I tell you, Constance?" said Mrs. Baines, turning to her daughter.
Constance"s confusion was equal to her pleasure. The alert doctor had halted at the foot of the two steps, and with one hand in the pocket of his "full-fall" breeches, he gazed up, smiling out of little eyes, at the ample matron and the slender virgin.
"Yes," he said. "Been up most of th" night. Difficult! Difficult!"
"It"s all RIGHT, I hope?"
"Oh yes. Fine child! Fine child! But he put his mother to some trouble, for all that. Nothing fresh?" This time he lifted his eyes to indicate Mr. Baines"s bedroom.
"No," said Mrs. Baines, with a different expression.
"Keeps cheerful?"
"Yes."
"Good! A very good morning to you."
He strode off towards his house, which was lower down the street.
"I hope she"ll turn over a new leaf now," observed Mrs. Baines to Constance as she closed the door. Constance knew that her mother was referring to the confectioner"s wife; she gathered that the hope was slight in the extreme.
"What did you want to speak to me about, mother?" she asked, as a way out of her delicious confusion.
"Shut that door," Mrs. Baines replied, pointing to the door which led to the pa.s.sage; and while Constance obeyed, Mrs. Baines herself shut the staircase-door. She then said, in a low, guarded voice--
"What"s all this about Sophia wanting to be a school-teacher?"
"Wanting to be a school-teacher?" Constance repeated, in tones of amazement.
"Yes. Hasn"t she said anything to you?"
"Not a word!"
"Well, I never! She wants to keep on with Miss Chetwynd and be a teacher." Mrs. Baines had half a mind to add that Sophia had mentioned London. But she restrained herself. There are some things which one cannot bring one"s self to say. She added, "Instead of going into the shop!"
"I never heard of such a thing!" Constance murmured brokenly, in the excess of her astonishment. She was rolling up Mr. Povey"s tape-measure.
"Neither did I!" said Mrs. Baines.