When he was gone Fitzpiers paused, silent, registering his sensations, like a man who has made a plunge for a pearl into a medium of which he knows not the density or temperature. But he had done it, and Grace was the sweetest girl alive.
As for the departed visitor, his own last words lingered in Melbury"s ears as he walked homeward; he felt that what he had said in the emotion of the moment was very stupid, ungenteel, and unsuited to a dialogue with an educated gentleman, the smallness of whose practice was more than compensated by the former greatness of his family. He had uttered thoughts before they were weighed, and almost before they were shaped. They had expressed in a certain sense his feeling at Fitzpiers"s news, but yet they were not right. Looking on the ground, and planting his stick at each tread as if it were a flag-staff, he reached his own precincts, where, as he pa.s.sed through the court, he automatically stopped to look at the men working in the shed and around. One of them asked him a question about wagon-spokes.
"Hey?" said Melbury, looking hard at him. The man repeated the words.
Melbury stood; then turning suddenly away without answering, he went up the court and entered the house. As time was no object with the journeymen, except as a thing to get past, they leisurely surveyed the door through which he had disappeared.
"What maggot has the gaffer got in his head now?" said Tangs the elder.
"Sommit to do with that chiel of his! When you"ve got a maid of yer own, John Upjohn, that costs ye what she costs him, that will take the squeak out of your Sunday shoes, John! But you"ll never be tall enough to accomplish such as she; and "tis a lucky thing for ye, John, as things be. Well, he ought to have a dozen--that would bring him to reason. I see "em walking together last Sunday, and when they came to a puddle he lifted her over like a halfpenny doll. He ought to have a dozen; he"d let "em walk through puddles for themselves then."
Meanwhile Melbury had entered the house with the look of a man who sees a vision before him. His wife was in the room. Without taking off his hat he sat down at random.
"Luce--we"ve done it!" he said. "Yes--the thing is as I expected. The spell, that I foresaw might be worked, has worked. She"s done it, and done it well. Where is she--Grace, I mean?"
"Up in her room--what has happened!"
Mr. Melbury explained the circ.u.mstances as coherently as he could. "I told you so," he said. "A maid like her couldn"t stay hid long, even in a place like this. But where is Grace? Let"s have her down.
Here--Gra-a-ace!"
She appeared after a reasonable interval, for she was sufficiently spoiled by this father of hers not to put herself in a hurry, however impatient his tones. "What is it, father?" said she, with a smile.
"Why, you scamp, what"s this you"ve been doing? Not home here more than six months, yet, instead of confining yourself to your father"s rank, making havoc in the educated cla.s.ses."
Though accustomed to show herself instantly appreciative of her father"s meanings, Grace was fairly unable to look anyhow but at a loss now.
"No, no--of course you don"t know what I mean, or you pretend you don"t; though, for my part, I believe women can see these things through a double hedge. But I suppose I must tell ye. Why, you"ve flung your grapnel over the doctor, and he"s coming courting forthwith."
"Only think of that, my dear! Don"t you feel it a triumph?" said Mrs.
Melbury.
"Coming courting! I"ve done nothing to make him," Grace exclaimed.
""Twasn"t necessary that you should, "Tis voluntary that rules in these things....Well, he has behaved very honorably, and asked my consent.
You"ll know what to do when he gets here, I dare say. I needn"t tell you to make it all smooth for him."
"You mean, to lead him on to marry me?"
"I do. Haven"t I educated you for it?"
Grace looked out of the window and at the fireplace with no animation in her face. "Why is it settled off-hand in this way?" said she, coquettishly. "You"ll wait till you hear what I think of him, I suppose?"
"Oh yes, of course. But you see what a good thing it will be."
She weighed the statement without speaking.
"You will be restored to the society you"ve been taken away from,"
continued her father; "for I don"t suppose he"ll stay here long."
She admitted the advantage; but it was plain that though Fitzpiers exercised a certain fascination over her when he was present, or even more, an almost psychic influence, and though his impulsive act in the wood had stirred her feelings indescribably, she had never regarded him in the light of a destined husband. "I don"t know what to answer," she said. "I have learned that he is very clever."
"He"s all right, and he"s coming here to see you."
A premonition that she could not resist him if he came strangely moved her. "Of course, father, you remember that it is only lately that Giles--"
"You know that you can"t think of him. He has given up all claim to you."
She could not explain the subtleties of her feeling as he could state his opinion, even though she had skill in speech, and her father had none. That Fitzpiers acted upon her like a dram, exciting her, throwing her into a novel atmosphere which bia.s.sed her doings until the influence was over, when she felt something of the nature of regret for the mood she had experienced--still more if she reflected on the silent, almost sarcastic, criticism apparent in Winterborne"s air towards her--could not be told to this worthy couple in words.
It so happened that on this very day Fitzpiers was called away from Hintock by an engagement to attend some medical meetings, and his visits, therefore, did not begin at once. A note, however, arrived from him addressed to Grace, deploring his enforced absence. As a material object this note was pretty and superfine, a note of a sort that she had been unaccustomed to see since her return to Hintock, except when a school friend wrote to her--a rare instance, for the girls were respecters of persons, and many cooled down towards the timber-dealer"s daughter when she was out of sight. Thus the receipt of it pleased her, and she afterwards walked about with a reflective air.
In the evening her father, who knew that the note had come, said, "Why be ye not sitting down to answer your letter? That"s what young folks did in my time."
She replied that it did not require an answer.
"Oh, you know best," he said. Nevertheless, he went about his business doubting if she were right in not replying; possibly she might be so mismanaging matters as to risk the loss of an alliance which would bring her much happiness.
Melbury"s respect for Fitzpiers was based less on his professional position, which was not much, than on the standing of his family in the county in by-gone days. That implicit faith in members of long-established families, as such, irrespective of their personal condition or character, which is still found among old-fashioned people in the rural districts reached its full intensity in Melbury. His daughter"s suitor was descended from a family he had heard of in his grandfather"s time as being once great, a family which had conferred its name upon a neighboring village; how, then, could anything be amiss in this betrothal?
"I must keep her up to this," he said to his wife. "She sees it is for her happiness; but still she"s young, and may want a little prompting from an older tongue."
CHAPTER XXIII.
With this in view he took her out for a walk, a custom of his when he wished to say anything specially impressive. Their way was over the top of that lofty ridge dividing their woodland from the cider district, whence they had in the spring beheld the miles of apple-trees in bloom. All was now deep green. The spot recalled to Grace"s mind the last occasion of her presence there, and she said, "The promise of an enormous apple-crop is fulfilling itself, is it not? I suppose Giles is getting his mills and presses ready."
This was just what her father had not come there to talk about. Without replying he raised his arm, and moved his finger till he fixed it at a point. "There," he said, "you see that plantation reaching over the hill like a great slug, and just behind the hill a particularly green sheltered bottom? That"s where Mr. Fitzpiers"s family were lords of the manor for I don"t know how many hundred years, and there stands the village of Buckbury Fitzpiers. A wonderful property "twas--wonderful!"
"But they are not lords of the manor there now."
"Why, no. But good and great things die as well as little and foolish.
The only ones representing the family now, I believe, are our doctor and a maiden lady living I don"t know where. You can"t help being happy, Grace, in allying yourself with such a romantical family.
You"ll feel as if you"ve stepped into history."
"We"ve been at Hintock as long as they"ve been at Buckbury; is it not so? You say our name occurs in old deeds continually."
"Oh yes--as yeomen, copyholders, and such like. But think how much better this will be for "ee. You"ll be living a high intellectual life, such as has now become natural to you; and though the doctor"s practice is small here, he"ll no doubt go to a dashing town when he"s got his hand in, and keep a stylish carriage, and you"ll be brought to know a good many ladies of excellent society. If you should ever meet me then, Grace, you can drive past me, looking the other way. I shouldn"t expect you to speak to me, or wish such a thing, unless it happened to be in some lonely, private place where "twouldn"t lower ye at all. Don"t think such men as neighbor Giles your equal. He and I shall be good friends enough, but he"s not for the like of you. He"s lived our rough and homely life here, and his wife"s life must be rough and homely likewise."
So much pressure could not but produce some displacement. As Grace was left very much to herself, she took advantage of one fine day before Fitzpiers"s return to drive into the aforesaid vale where stood the village of Buckbury Fitzpiers. Leaving her father"s man at the inn with the horse and gig, she rambled onward to the ruins of a castle, which stood in a field hard by. She had no doubt that it represented the ancient stronghold of the Fitzpiers family.
The remains were few, and consisted mostly of remnants of the lower vaulting, supported on low stout columns surmounted by the crochet capital of the period. The two or three arches of these vaults that were still in position were utilized by the adjoining farmer as shelter for his calves, the floor being spread with straw, amid which the young creatures rustled, cooling their thirsty tongues by licking the quaint Norman carving, which glistened with the moisture. It was a degradation of even such a rude form of art as this to be treatad so grossly, she thought, and for the first time the family of Fitzpiers a.s.sumed in her imagination the hues of a melancholy romanticism.
It was soon time to drive home, and she traversed the distance with a preoccupied mind. The idea of so modern a man in science and aesthetics as the young surgeon springing out of relics so ancient was a kind of novelty she had never before experienced. The combination lent him a social and intellectual interest which she dreaded, so much weight did it add to the strange influence he exercised upon her whenever he came near her.
In an excitement which was not love, not ambition, rather a fearful consciousness of hazard in the air, she awaited his return.
Meanwhile her father was awaiting him also. In his house there was an old work on medicine, published towards the end of the last century, and to put himself in harmony with events Melbury spread this work on his knees when he had done his day"s business, and read about Galen, Hippocrates, and Herophilus--of the dogmatic, the empiric, the hermetical, and other sects of pract.i.tioners that have arisen in history; and thence proceeded to the cla.s.sification of maladies and the rules for their treatment, as laid down in this valuable book with absolute precision. Melbury regretted that the treatise was so old, fearing that he might in consequence be unable to hold as complete a conversation as he could wish with Mr. Fitzpiers, primed, no doubt, with more recent discoveries.
The day of Fitzpiers"s return arrived, and he sent to say that he would call immediately. In the little time that was afforded for putting the house in order the sweeping of Melbury"s parlor was as the sweeping of the parlor at the Interpreter"s which wellnigh choked the Pilgrim. At the end of it Mrs. Melbury sat down, folded her hands and lips, and waited. Her husband restlessly walked in and out from the timber-yard, stared at the interior of the room, jerked out "ay, ay," and retreated again. Between four and five Fitzpiers arrived, hitching his horse to the hook outside the door.