TheDairyTHEdairywascertainlyworthlookingat:itwasascenetosickenforwithasortofcalentureinhotanddustystreets——suchcoolness,suchpurity,suchfreshfragranceofnew-pressedcheese,offirmbutter,ofwoodenvesselsperpetuallybathedinpurewater;suchsoftcolouringofredearthenwareandcreamysurfaces,brownwoodandpolishedtin,greylimestoneandrichorange-redrustontheironweightsandhooksandhinges。Butonegetsonlyaconfusednotionofthesedetailswhentheysurroundadistractinglyprettygirlofseventeen,standingonlittlepattensandroundingherdimpledarmtoliftapoundofbutteroutofthescale。
Hettyblushedadeeprose-colourwhenCaptainDonnithorneenteredthedairyandspoketoher;butitwasnotatalladistressedblush,foritwasinwreathedwithsmilesanddimples,andwithsparklesfromunderlong,curled,darkeyelashes;andwhileherauntwasdiscoursingtohimaboutthelimitedamountofmilkthatwastobesparedforbutterandcheesesolongasthecalveswerenotallweaned,andalargequantitybutinferiorqualityofmilkyieldedbytheshorthorn,whichhadbeenboughtonexperiment,togetherwithothermatterswhichmustbeinterestingtoayounggentlemanwhowouldonedaybealandlord,Hettytossedandpattedherpoundofbutterwithquiteaself-possessed,coquettishair,slylyconsciousthatnoturnofherheadwaslost。
Therearevariousordersofbeauty,causingmentomakefoolsofthemselvesinvariousstyles,fromthedesperatetothesheepish;
butthereisoneorderofbeautywhichseemsmadetoturntheheadsnotonlyofmen,butofallintelligentmammals,evenofwomen。Itisabeautylikethatofkittens,orverysmalldownyducksmakinggentleripplingnoiseswiththeirsoftbills,orbabiesjustbeginningtotoddleandtoengageinconsciousmischief——abeautywithwhichyoucanneverbeangry,butthatyoufeelreadytocrushforinabilitytocomprehendthestateofmindintowhichitthrowsyou。HettySorrel’swasthatsortofbeauty。
Heraunt,Mrs。Poyser,whoprofessedtodespiseallpersonalattractionsandintendedtobetheseverestofmentors,continuallygazedatHetty’scharmsbythesly,fascinatedinspiteofherself;andafteradministeringsuchascoldingasnaturallyflowedfromheranxietytodowellbyherhusband’sniece——whohadnomotherofherowntoscoldher,poorthing!——shewouldoftenconfesstoherhusband,whentheyweresafeoutofhearing,thatshefirmlybelieved,"thenaughtierthelittlehuzzybehaved,theprettiershelooked。"
ItisoflittleuseformetotellyouthatHetty’scheekwaslikearose-petal,thatdimplesplayedaboutherpoutinglips,thatherlargedarkeyeshidasoftroguishnessundertheirlonglashes,andthathercurlyhair,thoughallpushedbackunderherroundcapwhileshewasatwork,stolebackindarkdelicateringsonherforehead,andaboutherwhiteshell-likeears;itisoflittleuseformetosayhowlovelywasthecontourofherpink-and-whiteneckerchief,tuckedintoherlowplum-colouredstuffboddice,orhowthelinenbutter-makingapron,withitsbib,seemedathingtobeimitatedinsilkbyduchesses,sinceitfellinsuchcharminglines,orhowherbrownstockingsandthick-soledbuckledshoeslostallthatclumsinesswhichtheymustcertainlyhavehadwhenemptyofherfootandankle——oflittleuse,unlessyouhaveseenawomanwhoaffectedyouasHettyaffectedherbeholders,forotherwise,thoughyoumightconjureuptheimageofalovelywoman,shewouldnotintheleastresemblethatdistractingkittenlikemaiden。Imightmentionallthedivinecharmsofabrightspringday,butifyouhadneverinyourlifeutterlyforgottenyourselfinstrainingyoureyesafterthemountinglark,orinwanderingthroughthestilllaneswhenthefresh-openedblossomsfillthemwithasacredsilentbeautylikethatoffrettedaisles,wherewouldbetheuseofmydescriptivecatalogue?IcouldnevermakeyouknowwhatImeantbyabrightspringday。Hetty’swasaspring-tidebeauty;itwasthebeautyofyoungfriskingthings,round-limbed,gambolling,circumventingyoubyafalseairofinnocence——theinnocenceofayoungstar-
browedcalf,forexample,that,beinginclinedforapromenadeoutofbounds,leadsyouaseveresteeplechaseoverhedgeandditch,andonlycomestoastandinthemiddleofabog。
Andtheyaretheprettiestattitudesandmovementsintowhichaprettygirlisthrowninmakingupbutter——tossingmovementsthatgiveacharmingcurvetothearm,andasidewardinclinationoftheroundwhiteneck;littlepattingandrollingmovementswiththepalmofthehand,andniceadaptationsandfinishingswhichcannotatallbeeffectedwithoutagreatplayofthepoutingmouthandthedarkeyes。Andthenthebutteritselfseemstocommunicateafreshcharm——itissopure,sosweet-scented;itisturnedoffthemouldwithsuchabeautifulfirmsurface,likemarbleinapaleyellowlight!Moreover,Hettywasparticularlycleveratmakingupthebutter;itwastheoneperformanceofhersthatherauntallowedtopasswithoutseverecriticism;soshehandleditwithallthegracethatbelongstomastery。
"IhopeyouwillbereadyforagreatholidayonthethirtiethofJuly,Mrs。Poyser,"saidCaptainDonnithorne,whenhehadsufficientlyadmiredthedairyandgivenseveralimprovisedopinionsonSwedeturnipsandshorthorns。"Youknowwhatistohappenthen,andIshallexpectyoutobeoneoftheguestswhocomeearliestandleavelatest。Willyoupromisemeyourhandfortwodances,MissHetty?IfIdon’tgetyourpromisenow,IknowI
shallhardlyhaveachance,forallthesmartyoungfarmerswilltakecaretosecureyou。"
Hettysmiledandblushed,butbeforeshecouldanswer,Mrs。Poyserinterposed,scandalizedatthemeresuggestionthattheyoungsquirecouldbeexcludedbyanymeanerpartners。
"Indeed,sir,youareverykindtotakethatnoticeofher。AndI’msure,wheneveryou’repleasedtodancewithher,she’llbeproudandthankful,ifshestoodstillalltheresto’th’
evening。"
"Ohno,no,thatwouldbetoocrueltoalltheotheryoungfellowswhocandance。Butyouwillpromisemetwodances,won’tyou?"
thecaptaincontinued,determinedtomakeHettylookathimandspeaktohim。
Hettydroppedtheprettiestlittlecurtsy,andstoleahalf-shy,half-coquettishglanceathimasshesaid,"Yes,thankyou,sir。"
"Andyoumustbringallyourchildren,youknow,Mrs。Poyser;yourlittleTotty,aswellastheboys。Iwantalltheyoungestchildrenontheestatetobethere——allthosewhowillbefineyoungmenandwomenwhenI’mabaldoldfellow。"
"Ohdear,sir,that’ullbealongtimefirst,"saidMrs。Poyser,quiteovercomeattheyoungsquire’sspeakingsolightlyofhimself,andthinkinghowherhusbandwouldbeinterestedinhearingherrecountthisremarkablespecimenofhigh-bornhumour。
Thecaptainwasthoughttobe"veryfullofhisjokes,"andwasagreatfavouritethroughouttheestateonaccountofhisfreemanners。Everytenantwasquitesurethingswouldbedifferentwhenthereinsgotintohishands——therewastobeamillennialabundanceofnewgates,allowancesoflime,andreturnsoftenpercent。
"ButwhereisTottyto-day?"hesaid。"Iwanttoseeher。"
"WhereISthelittleun,Hetty?"saidMrs。Poyser。"Shecameinherenotlongago。"
"Idon’tknow。ShewentintothebrewhousetoNancy,Ithink。"
Theproudmother,unabletoresistthetemptationtoshowherTotty,passedatonceintothebackkitchen,insearchofher,not,however,withoutmisgivingslestsomethingshouldhavehappenedtorenderherpersonandattireunfitforpresentation。
"Anddoyoucarrythebuttertomarketwhenyou’vemadeit?"saidtheCaptaintoHetty,meanwhile。
"Ohno,sir;notwhenit’ssoheavy。I’mnotstrongenoughtocarryit。Alicktakesitonhorseback。"
"No,I’msureyourprettyarmswerenevermeantforsuchheavyweights。Butyougooutawalksometimesthesepleasantevenings,don’tyou?Whydon’tyouhaveawalkintheChasesometimes,nowit’ssogreenandpleasant?Ihardlyeverseeyouanywhereexceptathomeandatchurch。"
"Auntdoesn’tlikemetogoa-walkingonlywhenI’mgoingsomewhere,"saidHetty。"ButIgothroughtheChasesometimes。"
"Anddon’tyouevergotoseeMrs。Best,thehousekeeper?IthinkIsawyouonceinthehousekeeper’sroom。"
"Itisn’tMrs。Best,it’sMrs。Pomfret,thelady’smaid,asIgotosee。She’steachingmetent-stitchandthelace-mending。I’mgoingtoteawithherto-morrowafternoon。"
Thereasonwhytherehadbeenspaceforthistete-a-tetecanonlybeknownbylookingintothebackkitchen,whereTottyhadbeendiscoveredrubbingastrayblue-bagagainsthernose,andinthesamemomentallowingsomeliberalindigodropstofallonherafternoonpinafore。Butnowsheappearedholdinghermother’shand——theendofherroundnoserathershinyfromarecentandhurriedapplicationofsoapandwater。
"Heresheis!"saidthecaptain,liftingherupandsettingheronthelowstoneshelf。"Here’sTotty!Bytheby,what’sherothername?Shewasn’tchristenedTotty。"
"Oh,sir,wecallhersadlyoutofhername。Charlotte’sherchristenedname。It’sanamei’Mr。Poyser’sfamily:hisgrandmotherwasnamedCharlotte。ButwebeganwithcallingherLotty,andnowit’sgottoTotty。Tobesureit’smorelikeanameforadogthanaChristianchild。"
"Totty’sacapitalname。Why,shelookslikeaTotty。Hasshegotapocketon?"saidthecaptain,feelinginhisownwaistcoatpockets。
Tottyimmediatelywithgreatgravityliftedupherfrock,andshowedatinypinkpocketatpresentinastateofcollapse。
"Itdotnotin’init,"shesaid,asshelookeddownatitveryearnestly。
"No!Whatapity!Suchaprettypocket。Well,IthinkI’vegotsomethingsinminethatwillmakeaprettyjingleinit。Yes!I
declareI’vegotfivelittleroundsilverthings,andhearwhataprettynoisetheymakeinTotty’spinkpocket。"Hereheshookthepocketwiththefivesixpencesinit,andTottyshowedherteethandwrinkledhernoseingreatglee;but,diviningthattherewasnothingmoretobegotbystaying,shejumpedofftheshelfandranawaytojingleherpocketinthehearingofNancy,whilehermothercalledafterher,"Ohforshame,younaughtygell!Nottothankthecaptainforwhathe’sgivenyouI’msure,sir,it’sverykindofyou;butshe’sspoiledshameful;herfatherwon’thavehersaidnayinanything,andthere’snomanagingher。It’sbeingtheyoungest,andth’onlygell。"
"Oh,she’safunnylittlefatty;Iwouldn’thaveherdifferent。
ButImustbegoingnow,forIsupposetherectoriswaitingforme。"
Witha"good-bye,"abrightglance,andabowtoHettyArthurleftthedairy。Buthewasmistakeninimagininghimselfwaitedfor。
TherectorhadbeensomuchinterestedinhisconversationwithDinahthathewouldnothavechosentocloseitearlier;andyoushallhearnowwhattheyhadbeensayingtoeachother。
AVocationDINAH,whohadrisenwhenthegentlemencamein,butstillkeptholdofthesheetshewasmending,curtsiedrespectfullywhenshesawMr。Irwinelookingatherandadvancingtowardsher。Hehadneveryetspokentoher,orstoodfacetofacewithher,andherfirstthought,ashereyesmethis,was,"Whatawell-favouredcountenance!Ohthatthegoodseedmightfallonthatsoil,foritwouldsurelyflourish。"Theagreeableimpressionmusthavebeenmutual,forMr。Irwinebowedtoherwithabenignantdeference,whichwouldhavebeenequallyinplaceifshehadbeenthemostdignifiedladyofhisacquaintance。
"Youareonlyavisitorinthisneighbourhood,Ithink?"werehisfirstwords,asheseatedhimselfoppositetoher。
"No,sir,IcomefromSnowfield,inStonyshire。Butmyauntwasverykind,wantingmetohaverestfrommyworkthere,becauseI’dbeenill,andsheinvitedmetocomeandstaywithherforawhile。"
"Ah,IrememberSnowfieldverywell;Ioncehadoccasiontogothere。It’sadrearybleakplace。Theywerebuildingacotton-
millthere;butthat’smanyyearsagonow。Isupposetheplaceisagooddealchangedbytheemploymentthatmillmusthavebrought。"
"ItISchangedsofarasthemillhasbroughtpeoplethere,whogetalivelihoodforthemselvesbyworkinginit,andmakeitbetterforthetradesfolks。Iworkinitmyself,andhavereasontobegrateful,fortherebyIhaveenoughandtospare。Butit’sstillableakplace,asyousay,sir——verydifferentfromthiscountry。"
"Youhaverelationslivingthere,probably,sothatyouareattachedtotheplaceasyourhome?"
"Ihadanauntthereonce;shebroughtmeup,forIwasanorphan。
Butshewastakenawaysevenyearsago,andIhavenootherkindredthatIknowof,besidesmyAuntPoyser,whoisverygoodtome,andwouldhavemecomeandliveinthiscountry,whichtobesureisagoodland,whereintheyeatbreadwithoutscarceness。
ButI’mnotfreetoleaveSnowfield,whereIwasfirstplanted,andhavegrowndeepintoit,likethesmallgrassonthehill-
top。"
"Ah,Idaresayyouhavemanyreligiousfriendsandcompanionsthere;youareaMethodist——aWesleyan,Ithink?"
"Yes,myauntatSnowfieldbelongedtotheSociety,andIhavecausetobethankfulfortheprivilegesIhavehadtherebyfrommyearliestchildhood。"
"Andhaveyoubeenlonginthehabitofpreaching?ForI
understandyoupreachedatHayslopelastnight。"
"Ifirsttooktotheworkfouryearssince,whenIwastwenty-
one。"
"YourSocietysanctionswomen’spreaching,then?"
"Itdoesn’tforbidthem,sir,whenthey’veaclearcalltothework,andwhentheirministryisownedbytheconversionofsinnersandthestrengtheningofGod’speople。Mrs。Fletcher,asyoumayhaveheardabout,wasthefirstwomantopreachintheSociety,Ibelieve,beforeshewasmarried,whenshewasMissBosanquet;andMr。Wesleyapprovedofherundertakingthework。
Shehadagreatgift,andtherearemanyothersnowlivingwhoarepreciousfellow-helpersintheworkoftheministry。Iunderstandthere’sbeenvoicesraisedagainstitintheSocietyoflate,butIcannotbutthinktheircounselwillcometonought。Itisn’tformentomakechannelsforGod’sSpirit,astheymakechannelsforthewatercourses,andsay,’Flowhere,butflownotthere。’"
"Butdon’tyoufindsomedangeramongyourpeople——Idon’tmeantosaythatitissowithyou,farfromit——butdon’tyoufindsometimesthatbothmenandwomenfancythemselveschannelsforGod’sSpirit,andarequitemistaken,sothattheysetaboutaworkforwhichtheyareunfitandbringholythingsintocontempt?"
"Doubtlessitissosometimes;fortherehavebeenevil-doersamonguswhohavesoughttodeceivethebrethren,andsometherearewhodeceivetheirownselves。Butwearenotwithoutdisciplineandcorrectiontoputacheckuponthesethings。
There’saverystrictorderkeptamongus,andthebrethrenandsisterswatchforeachother’ssoulsastheythatmustgiveaccount。Theydon’tgoeveryonehisownwayandsay,’AmImybrother’skeeper?’"
"Buttellme——ifImayask,andIamreallyinterestedinknowingit——howyoufirstcametothinkofpreaching?"
"Indeed,sir,Ididn’tthinkofitatall——I’dbeenusedfromthetimeIwassixteentotalktothelittlechildren,andteachthem,andsometimesIhadhadmyheartenlargedtospeakinclass,andwasmuchdrawnoutinprayerwiththesick。ButIhadfeltnocalltopreach,forwhenI’mnotgreatlywroughtupon,I’mtoomuchgiventositstillandkeepbymyself。ItseemsasifI
couldsitsilentalldaylongwiththethoughtofGodoverflowingmysoul——asthepebblesliebathedintheWillowBrook。Forthoughtsaresogreat——aren’tthey,sir?Theyseemtolieuponuslikeadeepflood;andit’smybesetmenttoforgetwhereIamandeverythingaboutme,andlosemyselfinthoughtsthatIcouldgivenoaccountof,forIcouldneithermakeabeginningnorendingoftheminwords。ThatwasmywayaslongasIcanremember;butsometimesitseemedasifspeechcametomewithoutanywillofmyown,andwordsweregiventomethatcameoutasthetearscome,becauseourheartsarefullandwecan’thelpit。Andthosewerealwaystimesofgreatblessing,thoughIhadneverthoughtitcouldbesowithmebeforeacongregationofpeople。But,sir,weareledon,likethelittlechildren,byawaythatweknownot。
Iwascalledtopreachquitesuddenly,andsincethenIhaveneverbeenleftindoubtabouttheworkthatwaslaiduponme。"
"Buttellmethecircumstances——justhowitwas,theverydayyoubegantopreach。"
"ItwasoneSundayIwalkedwithbrotherMarlowe,whowasanagedman,oneofthelocalpreachers,allthewaytoHetton-Deeps——
that’savillagewherethepeoplegettheirlivingbyworkinginthelead-mines,andwherethere’snochurchnorpreacher,buttheylivelikesheepwithoutashepherd。It’sbetterthantwelvemilesfromSnowfield,sowesetoutearlyinthemorning,foritwassummertime;andIhadawonderfulsenseoftheDivineloveaswewalkedoverthehills,wherethere’snotrees,youknow,sir,asthereishere,tomaketheskylooksmaller,butyouseetheheavensstretchedoutlikeatent,andyoufeeltheeverlastingarmsaroundyou。ButbeforewegottoHetton,brotherMarlowewasseizedwithadizzinessthatmadehimafraidoffalling,forheoverworkedhimselfsadly,athisyears,inwatchingandpraying,andwalkingsomanymilestospeaktheWord,aswellascarryingonhistradeoflinen-weaving。Andwhenwegottothevillage,thepeoplewereexpectinghim,forhe’dappointedthetimeandtheplacewhenhewastherebefore,andsuchofthemascaredtoheartheWordofLifewereassembledonaspotwherethecottageswasthickest,soasothersmightbedrawntocome。Buthefeltashecouldn’tstanduptopreach,andhewasforcedtoliedowninthefirstofthecottageswecameto。SoIwenttotellthepeople,thinkingwe’dgointooneofthehouses,andIwouldreadandpraywiththem。ButasIpassedalongbythecottagesandsawtheagedandtremblingwomenatthedoors,andthehardlooksofthemen,whoseemedtohavetheireyesnomorefilledwiththesightoftheSabbathmorningthaniftheyhadbeendumboxenthatneverlookeduptothesky,Ifeltagreatmovementinmysoul,andItrembledasifIwasshakenbyastrongspiritenteringintomyweakbody。
AndIwenttowherethelittleflockofpeoplewasgatheredtogether,andsteppedonthelowwallthatwasbuiltagainstthegreenhillside,andIspokethewordsthatweregiventomeabundantly。Andtheyallcameroundmeoutofallthecottages,andmanyweptovertheirsins,andhavesincebeenjoinedtotheLord。Thatwasthebeginningofmypreaching,sir,andI’vepreachedeversince。"
Dinahhadletherworkfallduringthisnarrative,whichsheutteredinherusualsimpleway,butwiththatsincerearticulate,thrillingtreblebywhichshealwaysmasteredheraudience。Shestoopednowtogatheruphersewing,andthenwentonwithitasbefore。Mr。Irwinewasdeeplyinterested。Hesaidtohimself,"Hemustbeamiserableprigwhowouldactthepedagoguehere:onemightaswellgoandlecturethetreesforgrowingintheirownshape。"
"Andyouneverfeelanyembarrassmentfromthesenseofyouryouth——thatyouarealovelyyoungwomanonwhommen’seyesarefixed?"hesaidaloud。
"No,I’venoroomforsuchfeelings,andIdon’tbelievethepeopleevertakenoticeaboutthat。Ithink,sir,whenGodmakesHispresencefeltthroughus,weareliketheburningbush:Mosesnevertookanyheedwhatsortofbushitwas——heonlysawthebrightnessoftheLord。I’vepreachedtoasroughignorantpeopleascanbeinthevillagesaboutSnowfield——menthatlookedveryhardandwild——buttheyneversaidanuncivilwordtome,andoftenthankedmekindlyastheymadewayformetopassthroughthemidstofthem。"
"THATIcanbelieve——thatIcanwellbelieve,"saidMr。Irwine,emphatically。"Andwhatdidyouthinkofyourhearerslastnight,now?Didyoufindthemquietandattentive?"
"Veryquiet,sir,butIsawnosignsofanygreatworkuponthem,exceptinayounggirlnamedBessyCranage,towardswhommyheartyearnedgreatly,whenmyeyesfirstfellonherbloomingyouth,givenuptofollyandvanity。Ihadsomeprivatetalkandprayerwithherafterwards,andItrustherheartistouched。ButI’venoticedthatinthesevillageswherethepeopleleadaquietlifeamongthegreenpasturesandthestillwaters,tillingthegroundandtendingthecattle,there’sastrangedeadnesstotheWord,asdifferentascanbefromthegreattowns,likeLeeds,whereIoncewenttovisitaholywomanwhopreachesthere。It’swonderfulhowrichistheharvestofsoulsupthosehigh-walledstreets,whereyouseemedtowalkasinaprison-yard,andtheearisdeafenedwiththesoundsofworldlytoil。Ithinkmaybeitisbecausethepromiseissweeterwhenthislifeissodarkandweary,andthesoulgetsmorehungrywhenthebodyisillatease。"
"Why,yes,ourfarm-labourersarenoteasilyroused。Theytakelifealmostasslowlyasthesheepandcows。Butwehavesomeintelligentworkmenabouthere。IdaresayyouknowtheBedes;
SethBede,bytheby,isaMethodist。"
"Yes,IknowSethwell,andhisbrotherAdamalittle。Sethisagraciousyoungman——sincereandwithoutoffence;andAdamislikethepatriarchJoseph,forhisgreatskillandknowledgeandthekindnessheshowstohisbrotherandhisparents。"
"Perhapsyoudon’tknowthetroublethathasjusthappenedtothem?Theirfather,MatthiasBede,wasdrownedintheWillowBrooklastnight,notfarfromhisowndoor。I’mgoingnowtoseeAdam。"
"Ah,theirpooragedmother!"saidDinah,droppingherhandsandlookingbeforeherwithpityingeyes,asifshesawtheobjectofhersympathy。"Shewillmournheavily,forSethhastoldmeshe’sofananxious,troubledheart。ImustgoandseeifIcangiveheranyhelp。"
Assheroseandwasbeginningtofoldupherwork,CaptainDonnithorne,havingexhaustedallplausiblepretextsforremainingamongthemilk-pans,cameoutofthedairy,followedbyMrs。
Poyser。Mr。Irwinenowrosealso,and,advancingtowardsDinah,heldouthishand,andsaid,"Good-bye。Ihearyouaregoingawaysoon;butthiswillnotbethelastvisityouwillpayyouraunt——
soweshallmeetagain,Ihope。"
HiscordialitytowardsDinahsetallMrs。Poyser’sanxietiesatrest,andherfacewasbrighterthanusual,asshesaid,"I’veneveraskedafterMrs。IrwineandtheMissIrwines,sir;Ihopethey’reaswellasusual。"
"Yes,thankyou,Mrs。Poyser,exceptthatMissAnnehasoneofherbadheadachesto-day。Bytheby,wealllikedthatnicecream-
cheeseyousentus——mymotherespecially。"
"I’mveryglad,indeed,sir。ItisbutseldomImakeone,butI
rememberedMrs。Irwinewasfondof’em。Pleasetogivemydutytoher,andtoMissKateandMissAnne。They’veneverbeentolookatmypoultrythislongwhile,andI’vegotsomebeautifulspeckledchickens,blackandwhite,asMissKatemightliketohavesomeofamongsthers。"
"Well,I’lltellher;shemustcomeandseethem。Good-bye,"saidtherector,mountinghishorse。
"Justrideslowlyon,Irwine,"saidCaptainDonnithorne,mountingalso。"I’llovertakeyouinthreeminutes。I’monlygoingtospeaktotheshepherdaboutthewhelps。Good-bye,Mrs。Poyser;
tellyourhusbandIshallcomeandhavealongtalkwithhimsoon。"
Mrs。Poysercurtsiedduly,andwatchedthetwohorsesuntiltheyhaddisappearedfromtheyard,amidstgreatexcitementonthepartofthepigsandthepoultry,andunderthefuriousindignationofthebull-dog,whoperformedaPyrrhicdance,thateverymomentseemedtothreatenthebreakingofhischain。Mrs。Poyserdelightedinthisnoisyexit;itwasafreshassurancetoherthatthefarm-yardwaswellguarded,andthatnoloitererscouldenterunobserved;anditwasnotuntilthegatehadclosedbehindthecaptainthatsheturnedintothekitchenagain,whereDinahstoodwithherbonnetinherhand,waitingtospeaktoheraunt,beforeshesetoutforLisbethBede’scottage。
Mrs。Poyser,however,thoughshenoticedthebonnet,deferredremarkingonituntilshehaddisburdenedherselfofhersurpriseatMr。Irwine’sbehaviour。
"Why,Mr。Irwinewasn’tangry,then?Whatdidhesaytoyou,Dinah?Didn’thescoldyouforpreaching?"
"No,hewasnotatallangry;hewasveryfriendlytome。Iwasquitedrawnouttospeaktohim;Ihardlyknowhow,forIhadalwaysthoughtofhimasaworldlySadducee。Buthiscountenanceisaspleasantasthemorningsunshine。"
"Pleasant!Andwhatelsedidy’expecttofindhimbutpleasant?"
saidMrs。Poyserimpatiently,resumingherknitting。"Ishouldthinkhiscountenanceispleasantindeed!Andhimagentlemanborn,and’sgotamotherlikeapicter。Youmaygothecountryroundandnotfindsuchanotherwomanturnedsixty-six。It’ssummat-liketoseesuchamanasthati’thedeskofaSunday!AsIsaytoPoyser,it’slikelookingatafullcropo’wheat,orapasturewithafinedairyo’cowsinit;itmakesyouthinktheworld’scomfortable-like。ButasforsuchcreatursasyouMethodissesrunafter,I’dassoongotolookataloto’bare-
ribbedruntsonacommon。Finefolkstheyaretotellyouwhat’sright,aslookasifthey’dnevertastednothingbetterthanbacon-swordandsour-cakei’theirlives。ButwhatdidMr。Irwinesaytoyouaboutthatfool’stricko’preachingontheGreen?"
"Heonlysaidhe’dheardofit;hedidn’tseemtofeelanydispleasureaboutit。But,dearaunt,don’tthinkanymoreaboutthat。HetoldmesomethingthatI’msurewillcauseyousorrow,asitdoesme。ThiasBedewasdrownedlastnightintheWillowBrook,andI’mthinkingthattheagedmotherwillbegreatlyinneedofcomfort。PerhapsIcanbeofusetoher,soIhavefetchedmybonnetandamgoingtosetout。"
"Dearheart,dearheart!Butyoumusthaveacupo’teafirst,child,"saidMrs。Poyser,fallingatoncefromthekeyofBwithfivesharpstothefrankandgenialC。"Thekettle’sboiling——
we’llhaveitreadyinaminute;andtheyounguns’ullbeinandwantingtheirsdirectly。I’mquitewillingyoushouldgoandseeth’oldwoman,foryou’reoneasisallayswelcomeintrouble,MethodistornoMethodist;but,forthemattero’that,it’sthefleshandbloodfolksaremadeonasmakesthedifference。Somecheesesaremadeo’skimmedmilkandsomeo’newmilk,andit’snomatterwhatyoucall’em,youmaytellwhichiswhichbythelookandthesmell。ButastoThiasBede,he’sbetterouto’thewaynorin——Godforgi’meforsayingso——forhe’sdonelittlethistenyearbutmaketroubleforthemasbelongedtohim;andIthinkit’udbewellforyoutotakealittlebottleo’rumforth’oldwoman,forIdaresayshe’sgotneveradropo’nothingtocomfortherinside。Sitdown,child,andbeeasy,foryoushan’tstirouttillyou’vehadacupo’tea,andsoItellyou。"
Duringthelatterpartofthisspeech,Mrs。Poyserhadbeenreachingdownthetea-thingsfromtheshelves,andwasonherwaytowardsthepantryfortheloaffollowedclosebyTotty,whohadmadeherappearanceontherattlingofthetea-cups,whenHettycameoutofthedairyrelievinghertiredarmsbyliftingthemup,andclaspingherhandsatthebackofherhead。
"Molly,"shesaid,ratherlanguidly,"justrunoutandgetmeabunchofdock-leaves:thebutter’sreadytopackupnow。"
"D’youhearwhat’shappened,Hetty?"saidheraunt。
"No;howshouldIhearanything?"wastheanswer,inapettishtone。
"Notasyou’dcaremuch,Idaresay,ifyoudidhear;foryou’retoofeather-headedtomindifeverybodywasdead,soasyoucouldstayupstairsa-dressingyourselffortwohoursbytheclock。Butanybodybesidesyourself’udmindaboutsuchthingshappeningtothemasthinkadealmoreofyouthanyoudeserve。ButAdamBedeandallhiskinmightbedrowndedforwhatyou’dcare——you’dbeperkingattheglassthenextminute。"
"AdamBede——drowned?"saidHetty,lettingherarmsfallandlookingratherbewildered,butsuspectingthatherauntwasasusualexaggeratingwithadidacticpurpose。
"No,mydear,no,"saidDinahkindly,forMrs。Poyserhadpassedontothepantrywithoutdeigningmorepreciseinformation。"NotAdam。Adam’sfather,theoldman,isdrowned。HewasdrownedlastnightintheWillowBrook。Mr。Irwinehasjusttoldmeaboutit。"
"Oh,howdreadful!"saidHetty,lookingserious,butnotdeeplyaffected;andasMollynowenteredwiththedock-leaves,shetookthemsilentlyandreturnedtothedairywithoutaskingfurtherquestions。
Hetty’sWorldWHILEsheadjustedthebroadleavesthatsetoffthepalefragrantbutterastheprimroseissetoffbyitsnestofgreenIamafraidHettywasthinkingagreatdealmoreofthelooksCaptainDonnithornehadcastatherthanofAdamandhistroubles。
Bright,admiringglancesfromahandsomeyounggentlemanwithwhitehands,agoldchain,occasionalregimentals,andwealthandgrandeurimmeasurable——thosewerethewarmraysthatsetpoorHetty’sheartvibratingandplayingitslittlefoolishtunesoverandoveragain。WedonothearthatMemnon’sstatuegaveforthitsmelodyatallundertherushingofthemightiestwind,orinresponsetoanyotherinfluencedivineorhumanthancertainshort-livedsunbeamsofmorning;andwemustlearntoaccommodateourselvestothediscoverythatsomeofthosecunninglyfashionedinstrumentscalledhumansoulshaveonlyaverylimitedrangeofmusic,andwillnotvibrateintheleastunderatouchthatfillsotherswithtremulousraptureorquiveringagony。
Hettywasquiteusedtothethoughtthatpeoplelikedtolookather。ShewasnotblindtothefactthatyoungLukeBrittonofBroxtoncametoHayslopeChurchonaSundayafternoononpurposethathemightseeher;andthathewouldhavemademuchmoredecidedadvancesifherunclePoyser,thinkingbutlightlyofayoungmanwhosefather’slandwassofoulasoldLukeBritton’s,hadnotforbiddenheraunttoencouragehimbyanycivilities。
Shewasaware,too,thatMr。Craig,thegardenerattheChase,wasoverheadandearsinlovewithher,andhadlatelymadeunmistakableavowalsinlusciousstrawberriesandhyperbolicalpeas。Sheknewstillbetter,thatAdamBede——tall,upright,clever,braveAdamBede——whocarriedsuchauthoritywithallthepeopleroundabout,andwhomherunclewasalwaysdelightedtoseeofanevening,sayingthat"Adamknewafinesightmoreo’thenaturo’thingsthanthoseasthoughtthemselveshisbetters"——sheknewthatthisAdam,whowasoftenrathersterntootherpeopleandnotmuchgiventorunafterthelasses,couldbemadetoturnpaleorredanydaybyawordoralookfromher。Hetty’ssphereofcomparisonwasnotlarge,butshecouldn’thelpperceivingthatAdamwas"somethinglike"aman;alwaysknewwhattosayaboutthings,couldtellherunclehowtopropthehovel,andhadmendedthechurninnotime;knew,withonlylookingatit,thevalueofthechestnut-treethatwasblowndown,andwhythedampcameinthewalls,andwhattheymustdotostoptherats;andwroteabeautifulhandthatyoucouldreadoff,andcoulddofiguresinhishead——adegreeofaccomplishmenttotallyunknownamongtherichestfarmersofthatcountryside。NotatalllikethatslouchingLukeBritton,who,whensheoncewalkedwithhimallthewayfromBroxtontoHayslope,hadonlybrokensilencetoremarkthatthegreygoosehadbeguntolay。AndasforMr。Craig,thegardener,hewasasensiblemanenough,tobesure,buthewasknock-kneed,andhadaqueersortofsing-songinhistalk;
moreover,onthemostcharitablesupposition,hemustbefaronthewaytoforty。
HettywasquitecertainherunclewantedhertoencourageAdam,andwouldbepleasedforhertomarryhim。Forthoseweretimeswhentherewasnorigiddemarcationofrankbetweenthefarmerandtherespectableartisan,andonthehomehearth,aswellasinthepublichouse,theymightbeseentakingtheirjugofaletogether;
thefarmerhavingalatentsenseofcapital,andofweightinparishaffairs,whichsustainedhimunderhisconspicuousinferiorityinconversation。MartinPoyserwasnotafrequenterofpublichouses,buthelikedafriendlychatoverhisownhome-
brewed;andthoughitwaspleasanttolaydownthelawtoastupidneighbourwhohadnonotionhowtomakethebestofhisfarm,itwasalsoanagreeablevarietytolearnsomethingfromacleverfellowlikeAdamBede。Accordingly,forthelastthreeyears——
eversincehehadsuperintendedthebuildingofthenewbarn——AdamhadalwaysbeenmadewelcomeattheHallFarm,especiallyofawinterevening,whenthewholefamily,inpatriarchalfashion,masterandmistress,childrenandservants,wereassembledinthatgloriouskitchen,atwell-graduateddistancesfromtheblazingfire。Andforthelasttwoyears,atleast,Hettyhadbeeninthehabitofhearingherunclesay,"AdamBedemaybeworkingforwagenow,buthe’llbeamaster-mansomeday,assureasIsitinthischair。MesterBurgeisintherighton’ttowanthimtogopartnersandmarryhisdaughter,ifit’struewhattheysay;thewomanasmarrieshim’ullhaveagoodtake,be’tLadydayorMichaelmas,"aremarkwhichMrs。Poyseralwaysfollowedupwithhercordialassent。"Ah,"shewouldsay,"it’sallveryfinehavingaready-maderichman,butmayhappenhe’llbeaready-madefool;andit’snousefillingyourpocketfullo’moneyifyou’vegotaholeinthecorner。It’lldoyounogoodtositinaspring-carto’yourown,ifyou’vegotasofttodriveyou:he’llsoonturnyouoverintotheditch。IallayssaidI’dnevermarryamanashadgotnobrains;forwhere’stheuseofawomanhavingbrainsofherownifshe’stackledtoageckaseverybody’sa-
laughingat?Shemightaswelldressherselffinetositback’ardsonadonkey。"
Theseexpressions,thoughfigurative,sufficientlyindicatedthebentofMrs。Poyser’smindwithregardtoAdam;andthoughsheandherhusbandmighthaveviewedthesubjectdifferentlyifHettyhadbeenadaughteroftheirown,itwasclearthattheywouldhavewelcomedthematchwithAdamforapennilessniece。ForwhatcouldHettyhavebeenbutaservantelsewhere,ifherunclehadnottakenherinandbroughtherupasadomestichelptoheraunt,whosehealthsincethebirthofTottyhadnotbeenequaltomorepositivelabourthanthesuperintendenceofservantsandchildren?ButHettyhadnevergivenAdamanysteadyencouragement。Eveninthemomentswhenshewasmostthoroughlyconsciousofhissuperioritytoherotheradmirers,shehadneverbroughtherselftothinkofacceptinghim。Shelikedtofeelthatthisstrong,skilful,keen-eyedmanwasinherpower,andwouldhavebeenindignantifhehadshowntheleastsignofslippingfromundertheyokeofhercoquettishtyrannyandattachinghimselftothegentleMaryBurge,whowouldhavebeengratefulenoughforthemosttriflingnoticefromhim。"MaryBurge,indeed!Suchasallow-facedgirl:ifsheputonabitofpinkribbon,shelookedasyellowasacrow-flowerandherhairwasasstraightasahankofcotton。"AndalwayswhenAdamstayedawayforseveralweeksfromtheHallFarm,andotherwisemadesomeshowofresistancetohispassionasafoolishone,Hettytookcaretoenticehimbackintothenetbylittleairsofmeeknessandtimidity,asifshewereintroubleathisneglect。ButastomarryingAdam,thatwasaverydifferentaffair!Therewasnothingintheworldtotempthertodothat。Hercheeksnevergrewashadedeeperwhenhisnamewasmentioned;shefeltnothrillwhenshesawhimpassingalongthecausewaybythewindow,oradvancingtowardsherunexpectedlyinthefootpathacrossthemeadow;shefeltnothing,whenhiseyesrestedonher,butthecoldtriumphofknowingthathelovedherandwouldnotcaretolookatMaryBurge。Hecouldnomorestirinhertheemotionsthatmakethesweetintoxicationofyounglovethanthemerepictureofasuncanstirthespringsapinthesubtlefibresoftheplant。Shesawhimashewas——apoormanwitholdparentstokeep,whowouldnotbeable,foralongwhiletocome,togiveherevensuchluxuriesasshesharedinheruncle’shouse。AndHetty’sdreamswereallofluxuries:tositinacarpetedparlour,andalwayswearwhitestockings;tohavesomelargebeautifulear-
rings,suchaswereallthefashion;tohaveNottinghamlaceroundthetopofhergown,andsomethingtomakeherhandkerchiefsmellnice,likeMissLydiaDonnithorne’swhenshedrewitoutatchurch;andnottobeobligedtogetupearlyorbescoldedbyanybody。Shethought,ifAdamhadbeenrichandcouldhavegivenherthesethings,shelovedhimwellenoughtomarryhim。
ButforthelastfewweeksanewinfluencehadcomeoverHetty——
vague,atmospheric,shapingitselfintonoself-confessedhopesorprospects,butproducingapleasantnarcoticeffect,makinghertreadthegroundandgoaboutherworkinasortofdream,unconsciousofweightoreffort,andshowingherallthingsthroughasoft,liquidveil,asifshewerelivingnotinthissolidworldofbrickandstone,butinabeatifiedworld,suchasthesunlightsupforusinthewaters。HettyhadbecomeawarethatMr。ArthurDonnithornewouldtakeagooddealoftroubleforthechanceofseeingher;thathealwaysplacedhimselfatchurchsoastohavethefullestviewofherbothsittingandstanding;
thathewasconstantlyfindingreasonforcallingattheHallFarm,andalwayswouldcontrivetosaysomethingforthesakeofmakingherspeaktohimandlookathim。Thepoorchildnomoreconceivedatpresenttheideathattheyoungsquirecouldeverbeherloverthanabaker’sprettydaughterinthecrowd,whomayoungemperordistinguishesbyanimperialbutadmiringsmile,conceivesthatsheshallbemadeempress。Butthebaker’sdaughtergoeshomeanddreamsofthehandsomeyoungemperor,andperhapsweighstheflouramisswhilesheisthinkingwhataheavenlylotitmustbetohavehimforahusband。Andso,poorHettyhadgotafaceandapresencehauntingherwakingandsleepingdreams;bright,softglanceshadpenetratedher,andsuffusedherlifewithastrange,happylanguor。TheeyesthatshedthoseglanceswerereallynothalfsofineasAdam’s,whichsometimeslookedatherwithasad,beseechingtenderness,buttheyhadfoundareadymediuminHetty’slittlesillyimagination,whereasAdam’scouldgetnoentrancethroughthatatmosphere。Forthreeweeks,atleast,herinwardlifehadconsistedoflittleelsethanlivingthroughinmemorythelooksandwordsArthurhaddirectedtowardsher——oflittleelsethanrecallingthesensationswithwhichsheheardhisvoiceoutsidethehouse,andsawhimenter,andbecameconsciousthathiseyeswerefixedonher,andthenbecameconsciousthatatallfigure,lookingdownonherwitheyesthatseemedtotouchher,wascomingnearerinclothesofbeautifultexturewithanodourlikethatofaflower-gardenborneontheeveningbreeze。Foolishthoughts!Butallthishappened,youmustremember,nearlysixtyyearsago,andHettywasquiteuneducated——asimplefarmer’sgirl,towhomagentlemanwithawhitehandwasdazzlingasanOlympiangod。Untilto-day,shehadneverlookedfartherintothefuturethantothenexttimeCaptainDonnithornewouldcometotheFarm,orthenextSundaywhensheshouldseehimatchurch;butnowshethought,perhapshewouldtrytomeetherwhenshewenttotheChaseto-morrow——andifheshouldspeaktoher,andwalkalittleway,whennobodywasby!
Thathadneverhappenedyet;andnowherimagination,insteadofretracingthepast,wasbusyfashioningwhatwouldhappento-
morrow——whereaboutintheChasesheshouldseehimcomingtowardsher,howsheshouldputhernewrose-colouredribbonon,whichhehadneverseen,andwhathewouldsaytohertomakeherreturnhisglance——aglancewhichshewouldbelivingthroughinhermemory,overandoveragain,alltherestoftheday。
Inthisstateofmind,howcouldHettygiveanyfeelingtoAdam’stroubles,orthinkmuchaboutpooroldThiasbeingdrowned?Youngsouls,insuchpleasantdeliriumashersareasunsympatheticasbutterfliessippingnectar;theyareisolatedfromallappealsbyabarrierofdreams——byinvisiblelooksandimpalpablearms。
WhileHetty’shandswerebusypackingupthebutter,andherheadfilledwiththesepicturesofthemorrow,ArthurDonnithorne,ridingbyMr。Irwine’ssidetowardsthevalleyoftheWillowBrook,hadalsocertainindistinctanticipations,runningasanundercurrentinhismindwhilehewaslisteningtoMr。Irwine’saccountofDinah——indistinct,yetstrongenoughtomakehimfeelratherconsciouswhenMr。Irwinesuddenlysaid,"WhatfascinatedyousoinMrs。Poyser’sdairy,Arthur?Haveyoubecomeanamateurofdampquarriesandskimmingdishes?"
Arthurknewtherectortoowelltosupposethatacleverinventionwouldbeofanyuse,sohesaid,withhisaccustomedfrankness,"No,Iwenttolookattheprettybutter-makerHettySorrel。
She’saperfectHebe;andifIwereanartist,Iwouldpainther。
It’samazingwhatprettygirlsoneseesamongthefarmers’
daughters,whenthemenaresuchclowns。Thatcommon,round,redfaceoneseessometimesinthemen——allcheekandnofeatures,likeMartinPoyser’s——comesoutinthewomenofthefamulyasthemostcharmingphizimaginable。"
"Well,IhavenoobjectiontoyourcontemplatingHettyinanartisticlight,butImustnothaveyoufeedinghervanityandfillingherlittlenoddlewiththenotionthatshe’sagreatbeauty,attractivetofinegentlemen,oryouwillspoilherforapoorman’swife——honestCraig’s,forexample,whomIhaveseenbestowingsoftglancesonher。Thelittlepussseemsalreadytohaveairsenoughtomakeahusbandasmiserableasit’salawofnatureforaquietmantobewhenhemarriesabeauty。Aproposofmarrying,IhopeourfriendAdamwillgetsettled,nowthepooroldman’sgone。Hewillonlyhavehismothertokeepinfuture,andI’veanotionthatthere’sakindnessbetweenhimandthatnicemodestgirl,MaryBurge,fromsomethingthatfellfromoldJonathanonedaywhenIwastalkingtohim。ButwhenImentionedthesubjecttoAdamhelookeduneasyandturnedtheconversation。
Isupposethelove-makingdoesn’trunsmooth,orperhapsAdamhangsbacktillhe’sinabetterposition。Hehasindependenceofspiritenoughfortwomen——ratheranexcessofpride,ifanything。"
"ThatwouldbeacapitalmatchforAdam。HewouldslipintooldBurge’sshoesandmakeafinethingofthatbuildingbusiness,I’llanswerforhim。Ishouldliketoseehimwellsettledinthisparish;hewouldbereadythentoactasmygrand-vizierwhenIwantedone。Wecouldplannoendofrepairsandimprovementstogether。I’veneverseenthegirl,though,Ithink——atleastI’veneverlookedather。"
"LookathernextSundayatchurch——shesitswithherfatherontheleftofthereading-desk。Youneedn’tlookquitesomuchatHettySorrelthen。WhenI’vemadeupmymindthatIcan’taffordtobuyatemptingdog,Itakenonoticeofhim,becauseifhetookastrongfancytomeandlookedlovinglyatme,thestrugglebetweenarithmeticandinclinationmightbecomeunpleasantlysevere。Ipiquemyselfonmywisdomthere,Arthur,andasanoldfellowtowhomwisdomhadbecomecheap,Ibestowituponyou。"
"Thankyou。ItmaystandmeingoodsteadsomedaythoughIdon’tknowthatIhaveanypresentuseforit。Blessme!Howthebrookhasoverflowed。Supposewehaveacanter,nowwe’reatthebottomofthehill。"
Thatisthegreatadvantageofdialogueonhorseback;itcanbemergedanyminuteintoatrotoracanter,andonemighthaveescapedfromSocrateshimselfinthesaddle。ThetwofriendswerefreefromthenecessityoffurtherconversationtilltheypulledupinthelanebehindAdam’scottage。
DinahVisitsLisbethATfiveo’clockLisbethcamedownstairswithalargekeyinherhand:itwasthekeyofthechamberwhereherhusbandlaydead。
Throughouttheday,exceptinheroccasionaloutburstsofwailinggrief,shehadbeeninincessantmovement,performingtheinitialdutiestoherdeadwiththeaweandexactitudethatbelongtoreligiousrites。Shehadbroughtoutherlittlestoreofbleachedlinen,whichshehadforlongyearskeptinreserveforthissupremeuse。Itseemedbutyesterday——thattimesomanymidsummersago,whenshehadtoldThiaswherethislinenlay,thathemightbesureandreachitoutforherwhenSHEdied,forshewastheelderofthetwo。Thentherehadbeentheworkofcleansingtothestrictestpurityeveryobjectinthesacredchamber,andofremovingfromiteverytraceofcommondailyoccupation。Thesmallwindow,whichhadhithertofreelyletinthefrostymoonlightorthewarmsummersunriseontheworkingman’sslumber,mustnowbedarkenedwithafairwhitesheet,forthiswasthesleepwhichisassacredunderthebareraftersasinceiledhouses。Lisbethhadevenmendedalong-neglectedandunnoticeablerentinthecheckeredbitofbed-curtain;forthemomentswerefewandpreciousnowinwhichshewouldbeabletodothesmallestofficeofrespectorloveforthestillcorpse,towhichinallherthoughtssheattributedsomeconsciousness。Ourdeadareneverdeadtousuntilwehaveforgottenthem:theycanbeinjuredbyus,theycanbewounded;theyknowallourpenitence,allourachingsensethattheirplaceisempty,allthekisseswebestowonthesmallestrelicoftheirpresence。Andtheagedpeasantwomanmostofallbelievesthatherdeadareconscious。DecentburialwaswhatLisbethhadbeenthinkingofforherselfthroughyearsofthrift,withanindistinctexpectationthatsheshouldknowwhenshewasbeingcarriedtothechurchyard,followedbyherhusbandandhersons;andnowshefeltasifthegreatestworkofherlifeweretobedoneinseeingthatThiaswasburieddecentlybeforeher——underthewhitethorn,whereonce,inadream,shehadthoughtshelayinthecoffin,yetallthewhilesawthesunshineaboveandsmeltthewhiteblossomsthatweresothickuponthethorntheSundayshewenttobechurchedafterAdamwasborn。
Butnowshehaddoneeverythingthatcouldbedoneto-dayinthechamberofdeath——haddoneitallherself,withsomeaidfromhersonsinlifting,forshewouldletnoonebefetchedtohelpherfromthevillage,notbeingfondoffemaleneighboursgenerally;
andherfavouriteDolly,theoldhousekeeperatMr。Burge’s,whohadcometocondolewithherinthemorningassoonassheheardofThias’sdeath,wastoodim-sightedtobeofmuchuse。Shehadlockedthedoor,andnowheldthekeyinherhand,asshethrewherselfwearilyintoachairthatstoodoutofitsplaceinthemiddleofthehousefloor,whereinordinarytimesshewouldneverhaveconsentedtosit。Thekitchenhadhadnoneofherattentionthatday;itwassoiledwiththetreadofmuddyshoesanduntidywithclothesandotherobjectsoutofplace。ButwhatatanothertimewouldhavebeenintolerabletoLisbeth’shabitsoforderandcleanlinessseemedtohernowjustwhatshouldbe:itwasrightthatthingsshouldlookstrangeanddisorderedandwretched,nowtheoldmanhadcometohisendinthatsadway;thekitchenoughtnottolookasifnothinghadhappened。Adam,overcomewiththeagitationsandexertionsofthedayafterhisnightofhardwork,hadfallenasleeponabenchintheworkshop;andSethwasinthebackkitchenmakingafireofsticksthathemightgetthekettletoboil,andpersuadehismothertohaveacupoftea,anindulgencewhichsherarelyallowedherself。
TherewasnooneinthekitchenwhenLisbethenteredandthrewherselfintothechair。Shelookedroundwithblankeyesatthedirtandconfusiononwhichthebrightafternoon’ssunshonedismally;itwasallofapiecewiththesadconfusionofhermind——thatconfusionwhichbelongstothefirsthoursofasuddensorrow,whenthepoorhumansoulislikeonewhohasbeendepositedsleepingamongtheruinsofavastcity,andwakesupindrearyamazement,notknowingwhetheritisthegrowingorthedyingday——notknowingwhyandwhencecamethisillimitablesceneofdesolation,orwhyhetoofindshimselfdesolateinthemidstofit。
AtanothertimeLisbeth’sfirstthoughtwouldhavebeen,"WhereisAdam?"butthesuddendeathofherhusbandhadrestoredhiminthesehourstothatfirstplaceinheraffectionswhichhehadheldsix-and-twentyyearsago。Shehadforgottenhisfaultsasweforgetthesorrowsofourdepartedchildhood,andthoughtofnothingbuttheyounghusband’skindnessandtheoldman’spatience。HereyescontinuedtowanderblanklyuntilSethcameinandbegantoremovesomeofthescatteredthings,andclearthesmallrounddealtablethathemightsetouthismother’steauponit。
"Whatartgoin’todo?"shesaid,ratherpeevishly。
"Iwanttheetohaveacupoftea,Mother,"answeredSeth,tenderly。"It’lldotheegood;andI’llputtwoorthreeofthesethingsaway,andmakethehouselookmorecomfortable。"
"Comfortable!Howcansttalko’ma’in’thingscomfortable?Leta-be,leta-be。There’snocomfortformenomore,"shewenton,thetearscomingwhenshebegantospeak,"nowthypoorfeyther’sgone,asI’nwashedforandmended,an’got’svictualforhimforthirty’ear,an’himallayssopleasedwi’iverythingIdoneforhim,an’usedtobesohandyan’dothejobsformewhenIwarillan’cumberedwi’th’babby,an’mademethepossetan’broughtitupstairsasproudascouldbe,an’carriedtheladaswarasheavyastwochildrenforfivemilean’ne’ergrumbled,allthewaytoWarsonWake,’causeIwantedtogoan’seemysister,aswardeadan’gonetheverynextChristmasase’ercome。An’himtobedrowndedinthebrookaswepassedo’erthedaywewarmarriedan’
comehometogether,an’he’dmadethemlotso’shelvesformetoputmyplatesan’thingson,an’showed’emmeasproudascouldbe,’causeheknow’dIshouldbepleased。An’hewartodiean’
menottoknow,buttobea-sleepin’i’mybed,asifIcarednanoughtaboutit。Eh!An’metolivetoseethat!An’usaswaryoungfolksonce,an’thoughtweshoulddorarelywhenwewarmarried。Leta-be,lad,leta-be!Iwonnaha’notay。IcarenaifIne’eratenordrinknomore。Whenoneendo’th’bridgetumblesdown,where’sth’useo’th’otherstannin’?Imay’swelldie,an’follermyoldman。There’snoknowin’buthe’llwantme。"
HereLisbethbrokefromwordsintomoans,swayingherselfbackwardsandforwardsonherchair。Seth,alwaystimidinhisbehaviourtowardshismother,fromthesensethathehadnoinfluenceoverher,feltitwasuselesstoattempttopersuadeorsoothehertillthispassionwaspast;sohecontentedhimselfwithtendingthebackkitchenfireandfoldinguphisfather’sclothes,whichhadbeenhangingouttodrysincemorning——afraidtomoveaboutintheroomwherehismotherwas,lestheshouldirritateherfurther。
ButafterLisbethhadbeenrockingherselfandmoaningforsomeminutes,shesuddenlypausedandsaidaloudtoherself,"I’llgoan’seearterAdam,forIcannathinkwherehe’sgotten;an’I
wanthimtogoupstairswi’meaforeit’sdark,fortheminutestolookatthecorpseislikethemeltin’snow。"
Sethoverheardthis,andcomingintothekitchenagain,ashismotherrosefromherchair,hesaid,"Adam’sasleepintheworkshop,mother。Thee’dstbetternotwakehim。Hewaso’erwroughtwithworkandtrouble。"
"Wakehim?Who’sa-goin’towakehim?Ishannawakehimwi’
lookin’athim。Ihannaseentheladthistwohour——I’dwellyforgotashe’de’ergrowedupfromababbywhen’sfeythercarriedhim。"
Adamwasseatedonaroughbench,hisheadsupportedbyhisarm,whichrestedfromtheshouldertotheelbowonthelongplaning-
tableinthemiddleoftheworkshop。Itseemedasifhehadsatdownforafewminutes’restandhadfallenasleepwithoutslippingfromhisfirstattitudeofsad,fatiguedthought。Hisface,unwashedsinceyesterday,lookedpallidandclammy;hishairwastossedshaggilyabouthisforehead,andhisclosedeyeshadthesunkenlookwhichfollowsuponwatchingandsorrow。Hisbrowwasknit,andhiswholefacehadanexpressionofwearinessandpain。Gypwasevidentlyuneasy,forhesatonhishaunches,restinghisnoseonhismaster’sstretched-outleg,anddividingthetimebetweenlickingthehandthathunglistlesslydownandglancingwithalisteningairtowardsthedoor。Thepoordogwashungryandrestless,butwouldnotleavehismaster,andwaswaitingimpatientlyforsomechangeinthescene。ItwasowingtothisfeelingonGyp’spartthat,whenLisbethcameintotheworkshopandadvancedtowardsAdamasnoiselesslyasshecould,herintentionnottoawakenhimwasimmediatelydefeated;forGyp’sexcitementwastoogreattofindventinanythingshortofasharpbark,andinamomentAdamopenedhiseyesandsawhismotherstandingbeforehim。Itwasnotveryunlikehisdream,forhissleephadbeenlittlemorethanlivingthroughagain,inafevereddeliriousway,allthathadhappenedsincedaybreak,andhismotherwithherfretfulgriefwaspresenttohimthroughitall。ThechiefdifferencebetweentherealityandthevisionwasthatinhisdreamHettywascontinuallycomingbeforehiminbodilypresence——strangelyminglingherselfasanactorinsceneswithwhichshehadnothingtodo。ShewasevenbytheWillowBrook;shemadehismotherangrybycomingintothehouse;andhemetherwithhersmartclothesquitewetthrough,ashewalkedintheraintoTreddleston,totellthecoroner。ButwhereverHettycame,hismotherwassuretofollowsoon;andwhenheopenedhiseyes,itwasnotatallstartlingtoseeherstandingnearhim。
"Eh,mylad,mylad!"Lisbethburstoutimmediately,herwailingimpulsereturning,forgriefinitsfreshnessfeelstheneedofassociatingitslossanditslamentwitheverychangeofsceneandincident,"thee’stgotnobodynowbutthyoldmothertotormenttheeandbeaburdentothee。Thypoorfeyther’ullne’erangertheenomore;an’thymothermay’swellgoarterhim——thesoonerthebetter——forI’mnogoodtonobodynow。Oneoldcoat’ulldotopatchanother,butit’sgoodfornoughtelse。Thee’dstliketoha’awifetomendthyclothesan’getthyvictual,betternorthyoldmother。An’Ishallbenoughtbutcumber,a-sittin’i’th’
chimney-corner。Adamwincedandmoveduneasily;hedreaded,ofallthings,tohearhismotherspeakofHetty。Butifthyfeytherhadlived,he’dne’erha’wantedmetogotomakeroomforanother,forhecouldnomoreha’donewi’outmenoronesideo’
thescissarscandowi’outth’other。Eh,weshouldha’beenbothflungawaytogether,an’thenIshouldnaha’seenthisday,an’
oneburyin’’udha’doneforusboth。"
HereLisbethpaused,butAdamsatinpainedsilence——hecouldnotspeakotherwisethantenderlytohismotherto-day,buthecouldnothelpbeingirritatedbythisplaint。ItwasnotpossibleforpoorLisbethtoknowhowitaffectedAdamanymorethanitispossibleforawoundeddogtoknowhowhismoansaffectthenervesofhismaster。Likeallcomplainingwomen,shecomplainedintheexpectationofbeingsoothed,andwhenAdamsaidnothing,shewasonlypromptedtocomplainmorebitterly。
"Iknowtheecouldstdobetterwi’outme,fortheecouldstgowheretheelikedstan’marrythemastheelikedst。ButIdonnawanttosaytheenay,lettheebringhomewhotheewut;I’dne’eropenmylipstofindfaut,forwhenfolksisoldan’o’nouse,theymaythinktheirsenswellofftogetthebitan’thesup,thoughthey’ntoswallowillwordswi’t。An’ifthee’stsetthyheartonalassas’llbringtheenoughtandwasteall,whentheemightstha’themas’udmakeamanonthee,I’llsaynought,nowthyfeyther’sdeadan’drownded,forI’mnobetternoranoldhaftwhentheblade’sgone。"
Adam,unabletobearthisanylonger,rosesilentlyfromthebenchandwalkedoutoftheworkshopintothekitchen。ButLisbethfollowedhim。
"Theewutnagoupstairsan’seethyfeytherthen?I’ndoneeverythin’now,an’he’dliketheetogoan’lookathim,forhewarallayssopleasedwhentheewastmildtohim。"
Adamturnedroundatonceandsaid,"Yes,mother;letusgoupstairs。Come,Seth,letusgotogether。"
Theywentupstairs,andforfiveminutesallwassilence。Thenthekeywasturnedagain,andtherewasasoundoffootstepsonthestairs。ButAdamdidnotcomedownagain;hewastoowearyandworn-outtoencountermoreofhismother’squerulousgrief,andhewenttorestonhisbed。Lisbethnosoonerenteredthekitchenandsatdownthanshethrewherapronoverherhead,andbegantocryandmoanandrockherselfasbefore。Seththought,"Shewillbequieterbyandby,nowwehavebeenupstairs";andhewentintothebackkitchenagain,totendhislittlefire,hopingthatheshouldpresentlyinducehertohavesometea。
Lisbethhadbeenrockingherselfinthiswayformorethanfiveminutes,givingalowmoanwitheveryforwardmovementofherbody,whenshesuddenlyfeltahandplacedgentlyonhers,andasweettreblevoicesaidtoher,"Dearsister,theLordhassentmetoseeifIcanbeacomforttoyou。"
Lisbethpaused,inalisteningattitude,withoutremovingherapronfromherface。Thevoicewasstrangetoher。Coulditbehersister’sspiritcomebacktoherfromthedeadafterallthoseyears?Shetrembledanddarednotlook。
Dinah,believingthatthispauseofwonderwasinitselfareliefforthesorrowingwoman,saidnomorejustyet,butquietlytookoffherbonnet,andthen,motioningsilencetoSeth,who,onhearinghervoice,hadcomeinwithabeatingheart,laidonehandonthebackofLisbeth’schairandleanedoverher,thatshemightbeawareofafriendlypresence。
SlowlyLisbethdrewdownherapron,andtimidlysheopenedherdimdarkeyes。Shesawnothingatfirstbutaface——apure,paleface,withlovinggreyeyes,anditwasquiteunknowntoher。Herwonderincreased;perhapsitWASanangel。ButinthesameinstantDinahhadlaidherhandonLisbeth’sagain,andtheoldwomanlookeddownatit。Itwasamuchsmallerhandthanherown,butitwasnotwhiteanddelicate,forDinahhadneverwornagloveinherlife,andherhandborethetracesoflabourfromherchildhoodupwards。Lisbethlookedearnestlyatthehandforamoment,andthen,fixinghereyesagainonDinah’sface,said,withsomethingofrestoredcourage,butinatoneofsurprise,"Why,ye’reaworkin’woman!"
"Yes,IamDinahMorris,andIworkinthecotton-millwhenIamathome。"
"Ah!"saidLisbethslowly,stillwondering;"yecomedinsolight,liketheshadowonthewall,an’spokei’myear,asIthoughtyemightbeasperrit。Ye’vegota’mostthefaceo’oneasisa-
sittin’onthegravei’Adam’snewBible。"
"IcomefromtheHallFarmnow。YouknowMrs。Poyser——she’smyaunt,andshehasheardofyourgreataffliction,andisverysorry;andI’mcometoseeifIcanbeanyhelptoyouinyourtrouble;forIknowyoursonsAdamandSeth,andIknowyouhavenodaughter;andwhentheclergymantoldmehowthehandofGodwasheavyuponyou,myheartwentouttowardsyou,andIfeltacommandtocomeandbetoyouintheplaceofadaughterinthisgrief,ifyouwillletme。"
"Ah!Iknowwhoy’arenow;y’areaMethody,likeSeth;he’stouldmeonyou,"saidLisbethfretfully,heroverpoweringsenseofpainreturning,nowherwonderwasgone。"Ye’llmakeitoutastrouble’sagoodthing,likeHEallaysdoes。Butwhere’stheuseo’talkin’tomea-that’n?Yecannamakethesmartlesswi’
talkin’。Ye’llne’ermakemebelieveasit’sbetterformenottoha’myoldmandiein’sbed,ifhemustdie,an’ha’theparsontopraybyhim,an’metositbyhim,an’tellhimne’ertomindth’
illwordsI’vegi’enhimsometimeswhenIwarangered,an’togi’
himabitan’asup,aslongasabitan’asuphe’dswallow。Buteh!Todiei’thecoldwater,an’usclosetohim,an’ne’ertoknow;an’mea-sleepin’,asifIne’erbelongedtohimnomorenorifhe’dbeenajourneymantrampfromnobodyknowswhere!"
HereLisbethbegantocryandrockherselfagain;andDinahsaid,"Yes,dearfriend,yourafflictionisgreat。Itwouldbehardnessofhearttosaythatyourtroublewasnotheavytobear。Goddidn’tsendmetoyoutomakelightofyoursorrow,buttomournwithyou,ifyouwillletme。Ifyouhadatablespreadforafeast,andwasmakingmerrywithyourfriends,youwouldthinkitwaskindtoletmecomeandsitdownandrejoicewithyou,becauseyou’dthinkIshouldliketosharethosegoodthings;butIshouldlikebettertoshareinyourtroubleandyourlabour,anditwouldseemhardertomeifyoudeniedmethat。Youwon’tsendmeaway?
You’renotangrywithmeforcoming?"
"Nay,nay;angered!whosaidIwarangered?Itwargoodonyoutocome。An’Seth,whydonnayegethersometay?Yewarinahurrytogetsomeforme,ashadnoneed,butyedonnathinko’gettin’
’tforthemaswantsit。Sityedown;sityedown。Ithankyoukindlyforcomin’,forit’slittlewageyegetbywalkin’throughthewetfieldstoseeanoldwomanlikeme……Nay,I’ngotnodaughtero’myown——ne’erhadone——an’Iwarnasorry,forthey’repoorqueechythings,gellsis;Iallayswantedtoha’lads,ascouldfendfortheirsens。An’thelads’ullbemarryin’——Ishallha’daughterseno’,an’toomany。Butnow,doyemakethetayasyelikeit,forI’ngotnotastei’mymouththisday——it’sallonewhatIswaller——it’sallgotthetasteo’sorrowwi’t。"