"I won"t praise the doctor"s wisdom till I hear what sort of bargain he"s made," said the top-sawyer.
""Tis only an old woman"s tale," said Bawtree. "But it seems that he wanted certain books on some mysterious science or black-art, and in order that the people hereabout should not know anything about his dark readings, he ordered "em direct from London, and not from the Sherton book-seller. The parcel was delivered by mistake at the pa"son"s, and he wasn"t at home; so his wife opened it, and went into hysterics when she read "em, thinking her husband had turned heathen, and "twould be the ruin of the children. But when he came he said he knew no more about "em than she; and found they were this Mr. Fitzpier"s property.
So he wrote "Beware!" outside, and sent "em on by the s.e.xton."
"He must be a curious young man," mused the hollow-turner.
"He must," said Timothy Tangs.
"Nonsense," said Mr. Melbury, authoritatively, "he"s only a gentleman fond of science and philosophy and poetry, and, in fact, every kind of knowledge; and being lonely here, he pa.s.ses his time in making such matters his hobby."
"Well," said old Timothy, ""tis a strange thing about doctors that the worse they be the better they be. I mean that if you hear anything of this sort about "em, ten to one they can cure ye as n.o.body else can."
"True," said Bawtree, emphatically. "And for my part I shall take my custom from old Jones and go to this one directly I"ve anything the matter with me. That last medicine old Jones gave me had no taste in it at all."
Mr. Melbury, as became a well-informed man, did not listen to these recitals, being moreover preoccupied with the business appointment which had come into his head. He walked up and down, looking on the floor--his usual custom when undecided. That stiffness about the arm, hip, and knee-joint which was apparent when he walked was the net product of the divers sprains and over-exertions that had been required of him in handling trees and timber when a young man, for he was of the sort called self-made, and had worked hard. He knew the origin of every one of these cramps: that in his left shoulder had come of carrying a pollard, una.s.sisted, from Tutcombe Bottom home; that in one leg was caused by the crash of an elm against it when they were felling; that in the other was from lifting a bole. On many a morrow after wearying himself by these prodigious muscular efforts, he had risen from his bed fresh as usual; his la.s.situde had departed, apparently forever; and confident in the recuperative power of his youth, he had repeated the strains anew. But treacherous Time had been only hiding ill results when they could be guarded against, for greater acc.u.mulation when they could not. In his declining years the store had been unfolded in the form of rheumatisms, p.r.i.c.ks, and spasms, in every one of which Melbury recognized some act which, had its consequence been contemporaneously made known, he would wisely have abstained from repeating.
On a summons by Grammer Oliver to breakfast, he left the shed. Reaching the kitchen, where the family breakfasted in winter to save house-labor, he sat down by the fire, and looked a long time at the pair of dancing shadows cast by each fire-iron and dog-k.n.o.b on the whitewashed chimney-corner--a yellow one from the window, and a blue one from the fire.
"I don"t quite know what to do to-day," he said to his wife at last.
"I"ve recollected that I promised to meet Mrs. Charmond"s steward in Round Wood at twelve o"clock, and yet I want to go for Grace."
"Why not let Giles fetch her by himself? "Twill bring "em together all the quicker."
"I could do that--but I should like to go myself. I always have gone, without fail, every time hitherto. It has been a great pleasure to drive into Sherton, and wait and see her arrive; and perhaps she"ll be disappointed if I stay away."
"Yon may be disappointed, but I don"t think she will, if you send Giles," said Mrs. Melbury, dryly.
"Very well--I"ll send him."
Melbury was often persuaded by the quietude of his wife"s words when strenuous argument would have had no effect. This second Mrs. Melbury was a placid woman, who had been nurse to his child Grace before her mother"s death. After that melancholy event little Grace had clung to the nurse with much affection; and ultimately Melbury, in dread lest the only woman who cared for the girl should be induced to leave her, persuaded the mild Lucy to marry him. The arrangement--for it was little more--had worked satisfactorily enough; Grace had thriven, and Melbury had not repented.
He returned to the spar-house and found Giles near at hand, to whom he explained the change of plan. "As she won"t arrive till five o"clock, you can get your business very well over in time to receive her," said Melbury. "The green gig will do for her; you"ll spin along quicker with that, and won"t be late upon the road. Her boxes can be called for by one of the wagons."
Winterborne, knowing nothing of the timber-merchant"s rest.i.tutory aims, quietly thought all this to be a kindly chance. Wishing even more than her father to despatch his apple-tree business in the market before Grace"s arrival, he prepared to start at once.
Melbury was careful that the turnout should be seemly. The gig-wheels, for instance, were not always washed during winter-time before a journey, the muddy roads rendering that labor useless; but they were washed to-day. The harness was blacked, and when the rather elderly white horse had been put in, and Winterborne was in his seat ready to start, Mr. Melbury stepped out with a blacking-brush, and with his own hands touched over the yellow hoofs of the animal.
"You see, Giles," he said, as he blacked, "coming from a fashionable school, she might feel shocked at the homeliness of home; and "tis these little things that catch a dainty woman"s eye if they are neglected. We, living here alone, don"t notice how the whitey-brown creeps out of the earth over us; but she, fresh from a city--why, she"ll notice everything!"
"That she will," said Giles.
"And scorn us if we don"t mind."
"Not scorn us."
"No, no, no--that"s only words. She"s too good a girl to do that. But when we consider what she knows, and what she has seen since she last saw us, "tis as well to meet her views as nearly as possible. Why, "tis a year since she was in this old place, owing to her going abroad in the summer, which I agreed to, thinking it best for her; and naturally we shall look small, just at first--I only say just at first."
Mr. Melbury"s tone evinced a certain exultation in the very sense of that inferiority he affected to deplore; for this advanced and refined being, was she not his own all the time? Not so Giles; he felt doubtful--perhaps a trifle cynical--for that strand was wound into him with the rest. He looked at his clothes with misgiving, then with indifference.
It was his custom during the planting season to carry a specimen apple-tree to market with him as an advertis.e.m.e.nt of what he dealt in.
This had been tied across the gig; and as it would be left behind in the town, it would cause no inconvenience to Miss Grace Melbury coming home.
He drove away, the twigs nodding with each step of the horse; and Melbury went in-doors. Before the gig had pa.s.sed out of sight, Mr.
Melbury reappeared and shouted after--
"Here, Giles," he said, breathlessly following with some wraps, "it may be very chilly to-night, and she may want something extra about her.
And, Giles," he added, when the young man, having taken the articles, put the horse in motion once more, "tell her that I should have come myself, but I had particular business with Mrs. Charmond"s agent, which prevented me. Don"t forget."
He watched Winterborne out of sight, saying, with a jerk--a shape into which emotion with him often resolved itself--"There, now, I hope the two will bring it to a point and have done with it! "Tis a pity to let such a girl throw herself away upon him--a thousand pities!...And yet "tis my duty for his father"s sake."
CHAPTER V.
Winterborne sped on his way to Sherton Abbas without elation and without discomposure. Had he regarded his inner self spectacularly, as lovers are now daily more wont to do, he might have felt pride in the discernment of a somewhat rare power in him--that of keeping not only judgment but emotion suspended in difficult cases. But he noted it not. Neither did he observe what was also the fact, that though he cherished a true and warm feeling towards Grace Melbury, he was not altogether her fool just now. It must be remembered that he had not seen her for a year.
Arrived at the entrance to a long flat lane, which had taken the spirit out of many a pedestrian in times when, with the majority, to travel meant to walk, he saw before him the trim figure of a young woman in pattens, journeying with that steadfast concentration which means purpose and not pleasure. He was soon near enough to see that she was Marty South. Click, click, click went the pattens; and she did not turn her head.
She had, however, become aware before this that the driver of the approaching gig was Giles. She had shrunk from being overtaken by him thus; but as it was inevitable, she had braced herself up for his inspection by closing her lips so as to make her mouth quite unemotional, and by throwing an additional firmness into her tread.
"Why do you wear pattens, Marty? The turnpike is clean enough, although the lanes are muddy."
"They save my boots."
"But twelve miles in pattens--"twill twist your feet off. Come, get up and ride with me."
She hesitated, removed her pattens, knocked the gravel out of them against the wheel, and mounted in front of the nodding specimen apple-tree. She had so arranged her bonnet with a full border and tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs that her lack of long hair did not much injure her appearance; though Giles, of course, saw that it was gone, and may have guessed her motive in parting with it, such sales, though infrequent, being not unheard of in that locality.
But nature"s adornment was still hard by--in fact, within two feet of him, though he did not know it. In Marty"s basket was a brown paper packet, and in the packet the chestnut locks, which, by reason of the barber"s request for secrecy, she had not ventured to intrust to other hands.
Giles asked, with some hesitation, how her father was getting on.
He was better, she said; he would be able to work in a day or two; he would be quite well but for his craze about the tree falling on him.
"You know why I don"t ask for him so often as I might, I suppose?" said Winterborne. "Or don"t you know?"
"I think I do."
"Because of the houses?"
She nodded.
"Yes. I am afraid it may seem that my anxiety is about those houses, which I should lose by his death, more than about him. Marty, I do feel anxious about the houses, since half my income depends upon them; but I do likewise care for him; and it almost seems wrong that houses should be leased for lives, so as to lead to such mixed feelings."
"After father"s death they will be Mrs. Charmond"s?"
"They"ll be hers."