"A teacher in a landed family"s nursery, who was foolish enough to marry the keeper of the same establishment; for I was only a keeper then, though now I"ve a dozen other irons in the fire as steward here for my lord, what with the timber sales and the yearly fellings, and the gravel and sand sales and one thing and "tother. However, d"ye think Fancy picked up her good manners, the smooth turn of her tongue, her musical notes, and her knowledge of books, in a homely hole like this?"
"No."
"D"ye know where?"
"No."
"Well, when I went a-wandering after her mother"s death, she lived with her aunt, who kept a boarding-school, till her aunt married Lawyer Green--a man as sharp as a needle--and the school was broke up. Did ye know that then she went to the training-school, and that her name stood first among the Queen"s scholars of her year?"
"I"ve heard so."
"And that when she sat for her certificate as Government teacher, she had the highest of the first cla.s.s?"
"Yes."
"Well, and do ye know what I live in such a miserly way for when I"ve got enough to do without it, and why I make her work as a schoolmistress instead of living here?"
"No."
"That if any gentleman, who sees her to be his equal in polish, should want to marry her, and she want to marry him, he sha"n"t be superior to her in pocket. Now do ye think after this that you be good enough for her?"
"No."
"Then good-night t"ee, Master Dewy."
"Good-night, Mr. Day."
Modest d.i.c.k"s reply had faltered upon his tongue, and he turned away wondering at his presumption in asking for a woman whom he had seen from the beginning to be so superior to him.
CHAPTER III: FANCY IN THE RAIN
The next scene is a tempestuous afternoon in the following month, and Fancy Day is discovered walking from her father"s home towards Mellstock.
A single vast gray cloud covered the country, from which the small rain and mist had just begun to blow down in wavy sheets, alternately thick and thin. The trees of the fields and plantations writhed like miserable men as the air wound its way swiftly among them: the lowest portions of their trunks, that had hardly ever been known to move, were visibly rocked by the fiercer gusts, distressing the mind by its painful unwontedness, as when a strong man is seen to shed tears. Low-hanging boughs went up and down; high and erect boughs went to and fro; the blasts being so irregular, and divided into so many cross-currents, that neighbouring branches of the same tree swept the skies in independent motions, crossed each other, or became entangled. Across the open s.p.a.ces flew flocks of green and yellowish leaves, which, after travelling a long distance from their parent trees, reached the ground, and lay there with their under-sides upward.
As the rain and wind increased, and Fancy"s bonnet-ribbons leapt more and more snappishly against her chin, she paused on entering Mellstock Lane to consider her lat.i.tude, and the distance to a place of shelter. The nearest house was Elizabeth Endorfield"s, in Higher Mellstock, whose cottage and garden stood not far from the junction of that hamlet with the road she followed. Fancy hastened onward, and in five minutes entered a gate, which shed upon her toes a flood of water-drops as she opened it.
"Come in, chiel!" a voice exclaimed, before Fancy had knocked: a promptness that would have surprised her had she not known that Mrs.
Endorfield was an exceedingly and exceptionally sharp woman in the use of her eyes and ears.
Fancy went in and sat down. Elizabeth was paring potatoes for her husband"s supper.
Sc.r.a.pe, sc.r.a.pe, sc.r.a.pe; then a toss, and splash went a potato into a bucket of water.
Now, as Fancy listlessly noted these proceedings of the dame, she began to reconsider an old subject that lay uppermost in her heart. Since the interview between her father and d.i.c.k, the days had been melancholy days for her. Geoffrey"s firm opposition to the notion of d.i.c.k as a son-in- law was more than she had expected. She had frequently seen her lover since that time, it is true, and had loved him more for the opposition than she would have otherwise dreamt of doing--which was a happiness of a certain kind. Yet, though love is thus an end in itself, it must be believed to be the means to another end if it is to a.s.sume the rosy hues of an unalloyed pleasure. And such a belief Fancy and d.i.c.k were emphatically denied just now.
Elizabeth Endorfield had a repute among women which was in its nature something between distinction and notoriety. It was founded on the following items of character. She was shrewd and penetrating; her house stood in a lonely place; she never went to church; she wore a red cloak; she always retained her bonnet indoors and she had a pointed chin. Thus far her attributes were distinctly Satanic; and those who looked no further called her, in plain terms, a witch. But she was not gaunt, nor ugly in the upper part of her face, nor particularly strange in manner; so that, when her more intimate acquaintances spoke of her the term was softened, and she became simply a Deep Body, who was as long-headed as she was high. It may be stated that Elizabeth belonged to a cla.s.s of suspects who were gradually losing their mysterious characteristics under the administration of the young vicar; though, during the long reign of Mr. Grinham, the parish of Mellstock had proved extremely favourable to the growth of witches.
While Fancy was revolving all this in her mind, and putting it to herself whether it was worth while to tell her troubles to Elizabeth, and ask her advice in getting out of them, the witch spoke.
"You be down--proper down," she said suddenly, dropping another potato into the bucket.
Fancy took no notice.
"About your young man."
Fancy reddened. Elizabeth seemed to be watching her thoughts. Really, one would almost think she must have the powers people ascribed to her.
"Father not in the humour for"t, hey?" Another potato was finished and flung in. "Ah, I know about it. Little birds tell me things that people don"t dream of my knowing."
Fancy was desperate about d.i.c.k, and here was a chance--O, such a wicked chance--of getting help; and what was goodness beside love!
"I wish you"d tell me how to put him in the humour for it?" she said.
"That I could soon do," said the witch quietly.
"Really? O, do; anyhow--I don"t care--so that it is done! How could I do it, Mrs. Endorfield?"
"Nothing so mighty wonderful in it."
"Well, but how?"
"By witchery, of course!" said Elizabeth.
"No!" said Fancy.
""Tis, I a.s.sure ye. Didn"t you ever hear I was a witch?"
"Well," hesitated Fancy, "I have heard you called so."
"And you believed it?"
"I can"t say that I did exactly believe it, for "tis very horrible and wicked; but, O, how I do wish it was possible for you to be one!"
"So I am. And I"ll tell you how to bewitch your father to let you marry d.i.c.k Dewy."
"Will it hurt him, poor thing?"
"Hurt who?"
"Father."
"No; the charm is worked by common sense, and the spell can only be broke by your acting stupidly."
Fancy looked rather perplexed, and Elizabeth went on: