The answer was silly enough, logically; but forcible in fact. Cynthia was Cynthia, and not Venus herself could have been her subst.i.tute.
In this one thing Mr. Preston was more really true than many worthy men; who, seeking to be married, turn with careless facility from the unattainable to the attainable, and keep their feelings and fancy tolerably loose till they find a woman who consents to be their wife.
But no one would ever be to Mr. Preston what Cynthia had been, and was; and yet he could have stabbed her in certain of his moods. So, Molly, who had come between him and the object of his desire, was not likely to find favour in his sight, or to obtain friendly actions from him.
There came a time--not very distant from the evening at Mrs.
Dawes"--when Molly felt that people looked askance at her. Mrs.
Goodenough openly pulled her grand-daughter away, when the young girl stopped to speak to Molly in the street, and an engagement which the two had made for a long walk together was cut very short by a very trumpery excuse. Mrs. Goodenough explained her conduct in the following manner to some of her friends:--
"You see, I don"t think the worse of a girl for meeting her sweetheart here and there and everywhere, till she gets talked about; but then when she does--and Molly Gibson"s name is in everybody"s mouth--I think it"s only fair to Bessy, who has trusted me with Annabella--not to let her daughter be seen with a la.s.s who has managed her matters so badly as to set folk talking about her. My maxim is this,--and it"s a very good working one, you may depend on"t--women should mind what they"re about, and never be talked of; and if a woman"s talked of, the less her friends have to do with her till the talk has died away, the better. So Annabella is not to have anything to do with Molly Gibson, this visit at any rate."
For a good while the Miss Brownings were kept in ignorance of the evil tongues that whispered hard words about Molly. Miss Browning was known to "have a temper," and by instinct every one who came in contact with her shrank from irritating that temper by uttering the slightest syllable against the smallest of those creatures over whom she spread the aegis of her love. She would and did reproach them herself; she used to boast that she never spared them: but no one else might touch them with the slightest slur of a pa.s.sing word. But Miss Phoebe inspired no such terror; the great reason why she did not hear of the gossip against Molly as early as any one, was that, although she was not the rose, she lived near the rose. Besides, she was of so tender a nature that even thick-skinned Mrs. Goodenough was unwilling to say what would give Miss Phoebe pain; and it was the new-comer Mrs. Dawes, who in all ignorance alluded to the town"s talk, as to something of which Miss Phoebe must be aware. Then Miss Phoebe poured down her questions, although she protested, even with tears, her total disbelief in all the answers she received. It was a small act of heroism on her part to keep all that she then learnt a secret from her sister Dorothy, as she did for four or five days; till Miss Browning attacked her one evening with the following speech:--
"Phoebe! either you"ve some reason for puffing yourself out with sighs, or you"ve not. If you have a reason, it"s your duty to tell it me directly; and if you haven"t a reason, you must break yourself of a bad habit that is growing upon you."
"Oh, sister! do you think it is really my duty to tell you? it would be such a comfort; but then I thought I ought not; it will distress you so."
"Nonsense. I am so well prepared for misfortune by the frequent contemplation of its possibility that I believe I can receive any ill news with apparent equanimity and real resignation. Besides, when you said yesterday at breakfast-time that you meant to give up the day to making your drawers tidy, I was aware that some misfortune was impending, though of course I could not judge of its magnitude. Is the Highchester Bank broken?"
"Oh no, sister!" said Miss Phoebe, moving to a seat close to her sister"s on the sofa. "Have you really been thinking that! I wish I had told you what I heard at the very first, if you"ve been fancying that!"
"Take warning, Phoebe, and learn to have no concealments from me. I did think we must be ruined, from your ways of going on: eating no meat at dinner, and sighing continually. And now what is it?"
"I hardly know how to tell you, Dorothy. I really don"t."
Miss Phoebe began to cry; Miss Browning took hold of her arm, and gave her a little sharp shake.
"Cry as much as you like when you"ve told me; but don"t cry now, child, when you"re keeping me on the tenter-hooks."
"Molly Gibson has lost her character, sister. That"s it."
"Molly Gibson has done no such thing!" said Miss Browning indignantly. "How dare you repeat such stories about poor Mary"s child? Never let me hear you say such things again."
"I can"t help it. Mrs. Dawes told me; and she says it"s all over the town. I told her I did not believe a word of it. And I kept it from you; and I think I should have been really ill if I"d kept it to myself any longer. Oh, sister! what are you going to do?"
For Miss Browning had risen without speaking a word, and was leaving the room in a stately and determined fashion.
"I"m going to put on my bonnet and things, and then I shall call upon Mrs. Dawes, and confront her with her lies."
"Oh, don"t call them lies, sister; it"s such a strong, ugly word.
Please call them tallydiddles, for I don"t believe she meant any harm. Besides--besides--if they should turn out to be truth? Really, sister, that"s the weight on my mind; so many things sounded as if they might be true."
"What things?" said Miss Browning, still standing with judicial erectness of position in the middle of the floor.
"Why--one story was that Molly had given him a letter."
"Who"s him? How am I to understand a story told in that silly way?"
Miss Browning sat down on the nearest chair, and made up her mind to be patient if she could.
"Him is Mr. Preston. And that must be true; because I missed her from my side when I wanted to ask her if she thought blue would look green by candlelight, as the young man said it would, and she had run across the street, and Mrs. Goodenough was just going into the shop, just as she said she was."
Miss Browning"s distress was overcoming her anger; so she only said, "Phoebe, I think you"ll drive me mad. Do tell me what you heard from Mrs. Dawes in a sensible and coherent manner, for once in your life."
"I"m sure I"m trying with all my might to tell you everything just as it happened."
"What did you hear from Mrs. Dawes?"
"Why, that Molly and Mr. Preston were keeping company just as if she was a maid-servant and he was a gardener: meeting at all sorts of improper times and places, and fainting away in his arms, and out at night together, and writing to each other, and slipping their letters into each other"s hands; and that was what I was talking about, sister, for I next door to saw that done once. I saw her with my own eyes run across the street to Grinstead"s, where he was, for we had just left him there; with a letter in her hand, too, which was not there when she came back all fluttered and blushing. But I never thought anything of it at the time; but now all the town is talking about it, and crying shame, and saying they ought to be married."
Miss Phoebe sank into sobbing again; but was suddenly roused by a good box on her ear. Miss Browning was standing over her almost trembling with pa.s.sion.
"Phoebe, if ever I hear you say such things again, I"ll turn you out of the house that minute."
"I only said what Mrs. Dawes said, and you asked me what it was,"
replied Miss Phoebe, humbly and meekly. "Dorothy, you should not have done that."
"Never mind whether I should or I shouldn"t. That"s not the matter in hand. What I"ve got to decide is, how to put a stop to all these lies."
"But, Dorothy, they are not all lies--if you will call them so; I"m afraid some things are true; though I stuck to their being false when Mrs. Dawes told me of them."
"If I go to Mrs. Dawes, and she repeats them to me, I shall slap her face or box her ears I"m afraid, for I couldn"t stand tales being told of poor Mary"s daughter, as if they were just a stirring piece of news like James Horrocks" pig with two heads," said Miss Browning, meditating aloud. "That would do harm instead of good. Phoebe, I"m really sorry I boxed your ears, only I should do it again if you said the same things." Phoebe sate down by her sister, and took hold of one of her withered hands, and began caressing it, which was her way of accepting her sister"s expression of regret. "If I speak to Molly, the child will deny it, if she"s half as good-for-nothing as they say; and if she"s not, she"ll only worry herself to death. No, that won"t do. Mrs. Goodenough--but she"s a donkey; and if I convinced her, she could never convince any one else. No; Mrs. Dawes, who told you, shall tell me, and I"ll tie my hands together inside my m.u.f.f, and bind myself over to keep the peace. And when I"ve heard what is to be heard, I"ll put the matter into Mr. Gibson"s hands. That"s what I"ll do. So it"s no use your saying anything against it, Phoebe, for I shan"t attend to you."
Miss Browning went to Mrs. Dawes" and began civilly enough to make inquiries concerning the reports current in Hollingford about Molly and Mr. Preston; and Mrs. Dawes fell into the snare, and told all the real and fict.i.tious circ.u.mstances of the story in circulation, quite unaware of the storm that was gathering and ready to fall upon her as soon as she stopped speaking. But she had not the long habit of reverence for Miss Browning which would have kept so many Hollingford ladies from justifying themselves if she found fault. Mrs. Dawes stood up for herself and her own veracity, bringing out fresh scandal, which she said she did not believe, but that many did; and adducing so much evidence as to the truth of what she had said and did believe, that Miss Browning was almost quelled, and sate silent and miserable at the end of Mrs. Dawes" justification of herself.
"Well!" she said at length, rising up from her chair as she spoke, "I"m very sorry I"ve lived till this day; it"s a blow to me just as if I had heard of such goings-on in my own flesh and blood. I suppose I ought to apologize to you, Mrs. Dawes, for what I said; but I"ve no heart to do it to-day. I ought not to have spoken as I did; but that"s nothing to this affair, you see."
"I hope you do me the justice to perceive that I only repeated what I had heard on good authority, Miss Browning," said Mrs. Dawes in reply.
"My dear, don"t repeat evil on any authority unless you can do some good by speaking about it," said Miss Browning, laying her hand on Mrs. Dawes" shoulder. "I"m not a good woman, but I know what is good, and that advice is. And now I think I can tell you that I beg your pardon for flying out upon you so; but G.o.d knows what pain you were putting me to. You"ll forgive me, won"t you, my dear?" Mrs. Dawes felt the hand trembling on her shoulder, and saw the real distress of Miss Browning"s mind, so it was not difficult for her to grant the requested forgiveness. Then Miss Browning went home, and said but a few words to Phoebe, who indeed saw well enough that her sister had heard the reports confirmed, and needed no further explanation of the cause of scarcely-tasted dinner, and short replies, and saddened looks. Presently Miss Browning sate down and wrote a short note. Then she rang the bell, and told the little maiden who answered it to take it to Mr. Gibson, and if he was out to see that it was given to him as soon as ever he came home. And then she went and put on her Sunday cap; and Miss Phoebe knew that her sister had written to ask Mr. Gibson to come and be told of the rumours affecting his daughter. Miss Browning was sadly disturbed at the information she had received, and the task that lay before her; she was miserably uncomfortable to herself and irritable to Miss Phoebe, and the netting-cotton she was using kept continually snapping and breaking from the jerks of her nervous hands. When the knock at the door was heard,--the well-known doctor"s knock,--Miss Browning took off her spectacles, and dropped them on the carpet, breaking them as she did so; and then she bade Miss Phoebe leave the room, as if her presence had cast the evil-eye, and caused the misfortune. She wanted to look natural, and was distressed at forgetting whether she usually received him sitting or standing.
"Well!" said he, coming in cheerfully, and rubbing his cold hands as he went straight to the fire, "and what is the matter with us? It"s Phoebe, I suppose? I hope none of those old spasms? But, after all, a dose or two will set that to rights."
"Oh! Mr. Gibson, I wish it was Phoebe, or me either!" said Miss Browning, trembling more and more.
He sate down by her patiently, when he saw her agitation, and took her hand in a kind, friendly manner.
"Don"t hurry yourself,--take your time. I daresay it"s not so bad as you fancy; but we"ll see about it. There"s a great deal of help in the world, much as we abuse it."
"Mr. Gibson," said she, "it"s your Molly I"m so grieved about. It"s out now, and G.o.d help us both, and the poor child too, for I"m sure she"s been led astray, and not gone wrong by her own free will!"
"Molly!" said he, fighting against her words. "What"s my little Molly been doing or saying?"
"Oh! Mr. Gibson, I don"t know how to tell you. I never would have named it, if I had not been convinced, sorely, sorely against my will."
"At any rate, you can let me hear what you"ve heard," said he, putting his elbow on the table, and screening his eyes with his hand.
"Not that I"m a bit afraid of anything you can hear about my girl,"
continued he. "Only in this little nest of gossip, it"s as well to know what people are talking about."
"They say--oh! how shall I tell you?"
"Go on, can"t you?" said he, removing his hand from his blazing eyes.
"I"m not going to believe it, so don"t be afraid!"