Same as I say to Miss Dahly, he took occasion to remark; but no!no good. I dont believe women hear ye, when you talk sense of that kind. Look, says I, at a violet. Look, says she, at a rose. Well, what can ye say after that? She swears the rose looks best. You swear the violet costs least. Then there you have a battle between what it costs and how it looks.
Robert pronounced a conventional affirmative, when called on for it by a look from Anthony. Whereupon Rhoda cried out,
Dahlia was rightshe was right, uncle.
She was right, my dear, if she was a ten-thousander. She wasnt right as a farmers daughter with poor expectations.Id say humble, if humble she were. As a farmers daughter, she should choose the violet side. Thats clear as day. One things good, I admit; she tells me she makes her own bonnets, and theyre as good as milliners, and thats a proud matter to say of your own niece. And to buy dresses for herself, I suppose, shes sat down and she made dresses for fine ladies. Ive found her at it. Save the money for the work, says I. What does she replyshe always has a reply: Uncle, I know the value of money better. You mean, you spend it, I says to her. I buy more than its worth, says she. And Ill tell you what, Mr. Robert Armstrong, as I find your name to be, sir; if you beat women at talking, my lord! youre a clever chap.
Robert laughed. I give in at the first mile.
Dont think much of womenis that it, sir?
Im glad to say I dont think of them at all.
Do you think of one woman, now, Mr. Robert Armstrong?
Id much rather think of two.
And why, may I ask?
Its safer.
Now, I dont exactly see that, said Anthony.
You set one to tear the other, Robert explained.
Youre a Grand Turk Mogul in your reasonings of women, Mr. Robert Armstrong. I hope as your morals are sound, sir?
They were on the road to church, but Robert could not restrain a swinging outburst.
He observed that he hoped likewise that his morals were sound.
Because, said Anthony, do you see, sir, two wives
No, no; one wife, interposed Robert. You said think about; Id think about any number of women, if I was idle. But the woman you mean to make your wife, you go to at once, and dont think about her or the question either.
You make sure of her, do you, sir?
No: I try my luck; that is all.
Suppose she wont have ye?
Then I wait for her.
Suppose she gets married to somebody else?
Well, you know, I shouldnt cast eye on a woman who was a fool.
Well, upon my Anthony checked his exclamation, returning to the charge with, Just suppose, for the sake of supposingsupposing she was a fool, and gone and got married, and you thrown backard on one leg, starin at the other, stupified-like?
I dont mind supposing it, said Robert. Say, shes a fool. Her being a fool argues that I was one in making a fools choice. So, she jilts me, and I get a pistol, or I get a neat bit of rope, or I take a clean header with a cannon-ball at my heels, or I go to the chemists and ask for stuff to poison rats,anything a foold do under the circumstances, it dont matter what.
Old Anthony waited for Rhoda to jump over a stile, and said to her,
He laughs at the whole lot of ye.
Who? she asked, with betraying cheeks.
This Mr. Robert Armstrong of yours.
Of mine, uncle!
He dont seem to care a snap o the finger for any of ye.
Then, none of us must care for him, uncle.
Now, just the contrary. That always shows a young fellow whos attending to his business. If hed seen you boil potatoes, make dumplings, beds, tea, all that, youd have had a chance. Hed have marched up to ye before you was off to London.
Saying, You are the woman. Rhoda was too desperately tickled by the idea to refrain from uttering it, though she was angry, and suffering internal discontent. Or else, You are the cook, she muttered, and shut, with the word, steel bars across her heart, calling him, mentally, names not justified by anything he had said or donesuch as mercenary, tyrannical, and such like.
Robert was attentive to her in church. Once she caught him with his eyes on her face; but he betrayed no confusion, and looked away at the clergyman. When the text was given out, he found the place in his Bible, and handed it to her pointedlyThere shall be snares and traps unto you; a line from Joshua. She received the act as a polite pawing civility; but when she was coming out of church, Robert saw that a blush swept over her face, and wondered what thoughts could be rising within her, unaware that girls catch certain meanings late, and suffer a fiery torture when these meanings are clear to them. Rhoda called up the pride of her womanhood that she might despise the man who had dared to distrust her. She kept her poppy colour throughout the day, so sensitive was this pride. But most she was angered, after reflection, by the doubts which Robert appeared to cast on Dahlia, in setting his finger upon that burning line of Scripture. It opened a whole black kingdom to her imagination, and first touched her visionary life with shade. She was sincere in her ignorance that the doubts were her own, but they lay deep in unawakened recesses of the soul; it was by a natural action of her reason that she transferred and forced them upon him who had chanced to make them visible.
CHAPTER V
When young minds are set upon a distant object, they scarcely live for anything about them. The drive to the station and the parting with Robert, the journey to London, which had latterly seemed to her secretly-distressed anticipation like a sunken citya place of wonder with the waters over itall passed by smoothly; and then it became necessary to call a cabman, for whom, as he did her the service to lift her box, Rhoda felt a gracious respect, until a quarrel ensued between him and her uncle concerning sixpence;a poor sum, as she thought; but representing, as Anthony impressed upon her understanding during the conflict of hard words, a principle. Those who can persuade themselves that they are fighting for a principle, fight strenuously, and maybe reckoned upon to overmatch combatants on behalf of a miserable small coin; so the cabman went away discomfited. He used such bad language that Rhoda had no pity for him, and hearing her uncle style it the London tongue, she thought dispiritedly of Dahlias having had to listen to it through so long a season. Dahlia was not at home; but Mrs. Wicklow, Anthonys landlady, undertook to make Rhoda comfortable, which operation she began by praising dark young ladies over fair ones, at the same time shaking Rhodas arm that she might not fail to see a compliment was intended. This is our London way, she said. But Rhoda was most disconcerted when she heard Mrs. Wicklow relate that her daughter and Dahlia were out together, and say, that she had no doubt they had found some pleasant and attentive gentleman for a companion, if they had not gone purposely to meet one. Her thoughts of her sister were perplexed, and London seemed a gigantic net around them both.
Yes, thats the habit with the girls up here, said Anthony; thats what fine bonnets mean.
Rhoda dropped into a bitter depth of brooding. The savage nature of her virgin pride was such that it gave her great suffering even to suppose that a strange gentleman would dare to address her sister. She half-fashioned the words on her lips that she had dreamed of a false Zion, and was being righteously punished. By-and-by the landladys daughter returned home alone, saying, with a dreadful laugh, that Dahlia had sent her for her Bible; but she would give no explanation of the singular mission which had been entrusted to her, and she showed no willingness to attempt to fulfil it, merely repeating, Her Bible! with a vulgar exhibition of simulated scorn that caused Rhoda to shrink from her, though she would gladly have poured out a multitude of questions in the ear of one who had last been with her beloved. After a while, Mrs. Wicklow looked at the clock, and instantly became overclouded with an extreme gravity.
Rhoda dropped into a bitter depth of brooding. The savage nature of her virgin pride was such that it gave her great suffering even to suppose that a strange gentleman would dare to address her sister. She half-fashioned the words on her lips that she had dreamed of a false Zion, and was being righteously punished. By-and-by the landladys daughter returned home alone, saying, with a dreadful laugh, that Dahlia had sent her for her Bible; but she would give no explanation of the singular mission which had been entrusted to her, and she showed no willingness to attempt to fulfil it, merely repeating, Her Bible! with a vulgar exhibition of simulated scorn that caused Rhoda to shrink from her, though she would gladly have poured out a multitude of questions in the ear of one who had last been with her beloved. After a while, Mrs. Wicklow looked at the clock, and instantly became overclouded with an extreme gravity.
Eleven! and she sent Mary Ann home for her Bible. This looks bad. I call it hypocritical, the idea of mentioning the Bible. Now, if she had said to Mary Ann, go and fetch any other book but a Bible!
It was mothers Bible, interposed Rhoda.
Mrs. Wicklow replied: And I wish all young women to be as innocent as you, my dear. Youll get you to bed. Youre a dear, mild, sweet, good young woman. Im never deceived in character.
Vaunting her penetration, she accompanied Rhoda to Dahlias chamber, bidding her sleep speedily, or that when her sister came they would be talking till the cock crowed hoarse.
Theres a poultry-yard close to us? said Rhoda; feeling less at home when she heard that there was not.
The night was quiet and clear. She leaned her head out of the window, and heard the mellow Sunday evening roar of the city as of a sea at ebb. And Dahlia was out on the sea. Rhoda thought of it as she looked at the row of lamps, and listened to the noise remote, until the sight of stars was pleasant as the faces of friends. People are kind here, she reflected, for her short experience of the landlady was good, and a young gentleman who had hailed a cab for her at the station, had a nice voice. He was fair. I am dark, came a spontaneous reflection. She undressed, and half dozing over her beating heart in bed, heard the street door open, and leaped to think that her sister approached, jumping up in her bed to give ear to the door and the stairs, that were conducting her joy to her: but she quickly recomposed herself, and feigned sleep, for the delight of revelling in her sisters first wonderment. The door was flung wide, and Rhoda heard her name called by Dahlias voice, and then there was a delicious silence, and she felt that Dahlia was coming up to her on tiptoe, and waited for her head to be stooped near, that she might fling out her arms, and draw the dear head to her bosom. But Dahlia came only to the bedside, without leaning over, and spoke of her looks, which held the girl quiet.
How she sleeps! Its a country sleep! Dahlia murmured. Shes changed, but its all for the better. Shes quite a woman; shes a perfect brunette; and the nose I used to laugh at suits her face and those black, thick eyebrows of hers; my pet! Oh, why is she here? Whats meant by it? I knew nothing of her coming. Is she sent on purpose?
Rhoda did not stir. The tone of Dahlias speaking, low and almost awful to her, laid a flat hand on her, and kept her still.
I came for my Bible, she heard Dahlia say. I promised motheroh, my poor darling mother! And Dody lying in my bed! Who would have thought of such things? Perhaps heaven does look after us and interfere. What will become of me? Oh, you pretty innocent in your sleep! I lie for hours, and cant sleep. She binds her hair in a knot on the pillow, just as she used to in the old farm days!
Rhoda knew that her sister was bending over her now, but she was almost frigid, and could not move.
Dahlia went to the looking-glass. How flushed I am! she murmured. No; Im pale, quite white. Ive lost my strength. What can I do? How could I take mothers Bible, and run from my pretty one, who expects me, and dreams shell wake with me beside her in the morning! I cantI cant If you love me, Edward, you wont wish it.
She fell into a chair, crying wildly, and muffling her sobs. Rhodas eyelids grew moist, but wonder and the cold anguish of senseless sympathy held her still frost-bound. All at once she heard the window open. Some one spoke in the street below; some one uttered Dahlias name. A deep bell swung a note of midnight.
Go! cried Dahlia.
The window was instantly shut.
The vibration of Dahlias voice went through Rhoda like the heavy shaking of the bell after it had struck, and the room seemed to spin and hum. It was to her but another minute before her sister slid softly into the bed, and they were locked together.
CHAPTER VI
Boynes bank was of the order of those old and firmly fixed establishments which have taken root with the fortunes of the countryare honourable as Englands name, solid as her prosperity, and even as the flourishing green tree to shareholders: a granite house. Boyne himself had been disembodied for more than a century: Burt and Hamble were still of the flesh; but a greater than Burt or Hamble was Blancovethe Sir William Blancove, Baronet, of city feasts and charities, who, besides being a wealthy merchant, possessed of a very acute head for banking, was a scholarly gentleman, worthy of riches. His brother was Squire Blancove, of Wrexby; but between these two close relatives there existed no stronger feeling than what was expressed by open contempt of a mind dedicated to business on the one side, and quiet contempt of a life devoted to indolence on the other. Nevertheless, Squire Blancove, though everybody knew how deeply he despised his junior for his city-gained title and commercial occupation, sent him his son Algernon, to get the youth into sound discipline, if possible. This was after the elastic Algernon had, on the paternal intimation of his colonel, relinquished his cornetcy and military service. Sir William received the hopeful young fellow much in the spirit with which he listened to the tales of his brothers comments on his own line of conduct; that is to say, as homage to his intellectual superiority. Mr. Algernon was installed in the Bank, and sat down for a long career of groaning at the desk, with more complacency than was expected from him. Sir William forwarded excellent accounts to his brother of the behaviour of the heir to his estates. It was his way of rebuking the squire, and in return for it the squire, though somewhat comforted, despised his clerkly son, and lived to learn how very unjustly he did so. Adolescents, who have the taste for running into excesses, enjoy the breath of change as another form of excitement: change is a sort of debauch to them. They will delight infinitely in a simple country round of existence, in propriety and church-going, in the sensation of feeling innocent. There is little that does not enrapture them, if you tie them down to nothing, and let them try all. Sir William was deceived by his nephew. He would have taken him into his town-house; but his own son, Edward, who was studying for the Law, had chambers in the Temple, and Algernon, receiving an invitation from Edward, declared a gentle preference for the abode of his cousin. His allowance from his father was properly contracted to keep him from excesses, as the genius of his senior devised, and Sir William saw no objection to the scheme, and made none. The two dined with him about twice in the month.
Edward Blancove was three-and-twenty years old, a student by fits, and a young man given to be moody. He had powers of gaiety far eclipsing Algernons, but he was not the same easy tripping sinner and flippant soul. He was in that yeasty condition of his years when action and reflection alternately usurp the mind; remorse succeeded dissipation, and indulgences offered the soporific to remorse. The friends of the two imagined that Algernon was, or would become, his evil genius. In reality, Edward was the perilous companion. He was composed of better stuff. Algernon was but an airy animal nature, the soul within him being an effervescence lightly let loose. Edward had a fatally serious spirit, and one of some strength. What he gave himself up to, he could believe to be correct, in the teeth of an opposing world, until he tired of it, when he sided as heartily with the world against his quondam self. Algernon might mislead, or point his cousins passions for a time; yet if they continued their courses together, there was danger that Algernon would degenerate into a reckless subordinatea minister, a valet, and be tempted unknowingly to do things in earnest, which is nothing less than perdition to this sort of creature.