"What, won"t it, then?" he said.
"I suppose so," she answered. "If it is to be, it is."
"Well said--very well said, my dear."
"And if it isn"t to be it isn"t."
"What? Who"s been putting that into your head? Your grumpy granny, I suppose. However, how is she? Margery, I have been thinking to- day--in fact, I was thinking it yesterday and all the week--that really we might settle our little business this summer."
"This summer?" she repeated, with some dismay. "But the partnership?
Remember it was not to be till after that was completed."
"There I have you!" said he, taking the liberty to pat her shoulder, and the further liberty of advancing his hand behind it to the other.
"The partnership is settled. "Tis "Vine and Hayward, lime-burners,"
now, and "Richard Vine" no longer. Yes, Cousin Richard has settled it so, for a time at least, and "tis to be painted on the carts this week--blue letters--yaller ground. I"ll boss one of "em, and drive en round to your door as soon as the paint is dry, to show "ee how it looks?"
"Oh, I am sure you needn"t take that trouble, Jim; I can see it quite well enough in my mind," replied the young girl--not without a flitting accent of superiority.
"Hullo," said Jim, taking her by the shoulders, and looking at her hard. "What dew that bit of incivility mean? Now, Margery, let"s sit down here, and have this cleared." He rapped with his stick upon the rail of a little bridge they were crossing, and seated himself firmly, leaving a place for her.
"But I want to get home-along," dear Jim, she coaxed.
"Fidgets. Sit down, there"s a dear. I want a straightforward answer, if you please. In what month, and on what day of the month, will you marry me?"
"O, Jim," she said, sitting gingerly on the edge, "that"s too plain- spoken for you yet. Before I look at it in that business light I should have to--to--"
"But your father has settled it long ago, and you said it should be as soon as I became a partner. So, dear, you must not mind a plain man wanting a plain answer. Come, name your time."
She did not reply at once. What thoughts were pa.s.sing through her brain during the interval? Not images raised by his words, but whirling figures of men and women in red and white and blue, reflected from a gla.s.sy floor, in movements timed by the thrilling beats of the Drum Polka. At last she said slowly, "Jim, you don"t know the world, and what a woman"s wants can be."
"But I can make you comfortable. I am in lodgings as yet, but I can have a house for the asking; and as to furniture, you shall choose of the best for yourself--the very best."
"The best! Far are you from knowing what that is!" said the little woman. "There be ornaments such as you never dream of; work-tables that would set you in amaze; silver candlesticks, tea and coffee pots that would dazzle your eyes; tea-cups, and saucers, gilded all over with guinea-gold; heavy velvet curtains, gold clocks, pictures, and looking-gla.s.ses beyond your very dreams. So don"t say I shall have the best."
"H"m!" said Jim gloomily; and fell into reflection. "Where did you get those high notions from, Margery?" he presently inquired. "I"ll swear you hadn"t got "em a week ago." She did not answer, and he added, "YEW don"t expect to have such things, I hope; deserve them as you may?"
"I was not exactly speaking of what I wanted," she said severely. "I said, things a woman COULD want. And since you wish to know what I CAN want to quite satisfy me, I a.s.sure you I can want those!"
"You are a pink-and-white conundrum, Margery," he said; "and I give you up for to-night. Anybody would think the devil had showed you all the kingdoms of the world since I saw you last!"
She reddened. "Perhaps he has!" she murmured; then arose, he following her; and they soon reached Margery"s home, approaching it from the lower or meadow side--the opposite to that of the garden top, where she had met the Baron.
"You"ll come in, won"t you, Jim?" she said, with more ceremony than heartiness.
"No--I think not to-night," he answered. "I"ll consider what you"ve said."
"You are very good, Jim," she returned lightly. "Good-bye."
CHAPTER VII
Jim thoughtfully retraced his steps. He was a village character, and he had a villager"s simplicity: that is, the simplicity which comes from the lack of a complicated experience. But simple by nature he certainly was not. Among the rank and file of rustics he was quite a Talleyrand, or rather had been one, till he lost a good deal of his self-command by falling in love.
Now, however, that the charming object of his distraction was out of sight he could deliberate, and measure, and weigh things with some approach to keenness. The substance of his queries was, What change had come over Margery--whence these new notions?
Ponder as he would he could evolve no answer save one, which, eminently unsatisfactory as it was, he felt it would be unreasonable not to accept: that she was simply skittish and ambitious by nature, and would not be hunted into matrimony till he had provided a well- adorned home.
Jim retrod the miles to the kiln, and looked to the fires. The kiln stood in a peculiar, interesting, even impressive spot. It was at the end of a short ravine in a limestone formation, and all around was an open hilly down. The nearest house was that of Jim"s cousin and partner, which stood on the outskirts of the down beside the turnpike-road. From this house a little lane wound between the steep escarpments of the ravine till it reached the kiln, which faced down the miniature valley, commanding it as a fort might command a defile.
The idea of a fort in this a.s.sociation owed little to imagination.
For on the nibbled green steep above the kiln stood a bye-gone, worn- out specimen of such an erection, huge, impressive, and difficult to scale even now in its decay. It was a British castle or entrenchment, with triple rings of defence, rising roll behind roll, their outlines cutting sharply against the sky, and Jim"s kiln nearly undermining their base. When the lime-kiln flared up in the night, which it often did, its fires lit up the front of these ramparts to a great majesty. They were old friends of his, and while keeping up the heat through the long darkness, as it was sometimes his duty to do, he would imagine the dancing lights and shades about the stupendous earthwork to be the forms of those giants who (he supposed) had heaped it up. Often he clambered upon it, and walked about the summit, thinking out the problems connected with his business, his partner, his future, his Margery.
It was what he did this evening, continuing the meditation on the young girl"s manner that he had begun upon the road, and still, as then, finding no clue to the change.
While thus engaged he observed a man coming up the ravine to the kiln. Business messages were almost invariably left at the house below, and Jim watched the man with the interest excited by a belief that he had come on a personal matter. On nearer approach Jim recognized him as the gardener at Mount Lodge some miles away. If this meant business, the Baron (of whose arrival Jim had vaguely heard) was a new and unexpected customer.
It meant nothing else, apparently. The man"s errand was simply to inform Jim that the Baron required a load of lime for the garden.
"You might have saved yourself trouble by leaving word at Mr.
Vine"s," said Jim.
"I was to see you personally," said the gardener, "and to say that the Baron would like to inquire of you about the different qualities of lime proper for such purposes."
"Couldn"t you tell him yourself?" said Jim.
"He said I was to tell you that," replied the gardener; "and it wasn"t for me to interfere."
No motive other than the ostensible one could possibly be conjectured by Jim Hayward at this time; and the next morning he started with great pleasure, in his best business suit of clothes. By eleven o"clock he and his horse and cart had arrived on the Baron"s premises, and the lime was deposited where directed; an exceptional spot, just within view of the windows of the south front.
Baron von Xanten, pale and melancholy, was sauntering in the sun on the slope between the house and the all-the-year-round. He looked across to where Jim and the gardener were standing, and the ident.i.ty of Hayward being established by what he brought, the Baron came down, and the gardener withdrew.
The Baron"s first inquiries were, as Jim had been led to suppose they would be, on the exterminating effects of lime upon slugs and snails in its different conditions of slaked and unslaked, ground and in the lump. He appeared to be much interested by Jim"s explanations, and eyed the young man closely whenever he had an opportunity.
"And I hope trade is prosperous with you this year," said the Baron.
"Very, my n.o.ble lord," replied Jim, who, in his uncertainty on the proper method of address, wisely concluded that it was better to err by giving too much honour than by giving too little. "In short, trade is looking so well that I"ve become a partner in the firm."
"Indeed; I am glad to hear it. So now you are settled in life."
"Well, my lord; I am hardly settled, even now. For I"ve got to finish it--I mean, to get married."
"That"s an easy matter, compared with the partnership."
"Now a man might think so, my baron," said Jim, getting more confidential. "But the real truth is, "tis the hardest part of all for me."