shecried。"Whenweasktobedoctors,lawyers,law—makers,anythingbutill—paiddrudges,theysay——No;butyouhavemen’schivalrousattention;
nowthinkofthatandbesatisfied!Whatwouldyoudowithoutit?"
Thebitterlittlesilverylaugh,soseldomheard,rangoutacrossthebushes。Shebitherlittleteethtogether。
"IwascomingupinCobb&Co。’stheotherday。Atalittlewaysidehotelwehadtochangethelargecoachforasmallone。Weweretenpassengers,eightmenandtwowomen。AsIsatinthehousethegentlemencameandwhisperedtome,’Thereisnotroomforallinthenewcoach,takeyourseatquickly。’Wehurriedout,andtheygavemethebestseat,andcoveredmewithrugs,becauseitwasdrizzling。Thenthelastpassengercamerunninguptothecoach——anoldwomanwithawonderfulbonnet,andablackshawlpinnedwithayellowpin。
"’Thereisnoroom,’theysaid;’youmustwaittillnextweek’scoachtakesyouup;’butsheclimbedontothestep,andheldonatthewindowwithbothhands。
"’Myson—in—lawisill,andImustgoandseehim,’shesaid。
"’Mygoodwoman,’saidone,’Iamreallyexceedinglysorrythatyourson—
in—lawisill;butthereisabsolutelynoroomforyouhere。’
"’Youhadbettergetdown,’saidanother,’orthewheelwillcatchyou。’
"Igotuptogivehermyplace。
"’Oh,no,no!’theycried,’wewillnotallowthat。’
"’Iwillratherkneel,’saidone,andhecroucheddownatmyfeet;sothewomancamein。
"Therewerenineofusinthatcoach,andonlyoneshowedchivalrousattention——andthatwasawomantoawoman。
"Ishallbeoldandugly,too,oneday,andIshalllookformen’schivalroushelp,butIshallnotfindit。
"Thebeesareveryattentivetotheflowerstilltheirhoneyisdone,andthentheyflyoverthem。Idon’tknowiftheflowersfeelgratefultothebees;theyaregreatfoolsiftheydo。"
"Butsomewomen,"saidWaldo,speakingasthoughthewordsforcedthemselvesfromhimatthatmoment,"somewomenhavepower。"
Sheliftedherbeautifuleyestohisface。
"Power!Didyoueverhearofmenbeingaskedwhetherothersoulsshouldhavepowerornot?Itisborninthem。Youmaydamupthefountainofwater,andmakeitastagnantmarsh,oryoumayletitrunfreeanddoitswork;butyoucannotsaywhetheritshallbethere;itisthere。Anditwillact,ifnotopenlyforgood,thencovertlyforevil;butitwillact。
IfGoethehadbeenstolenawayachild,andrearedinarobberhordeinthedepthsofaGermanforest,doyouthinktheworldwouldhavehad"Faust"
and"Iphegenie?"ButhewouldhavebeenGoethestill——stronger,wiserthanhisfellows。Atnight,roundtheirwatch—fire,hewouldhavechantedwildsongsofrapineandmurder,tillthedarkfacesabouthimweremovedandtrembled。Hissongswouldhaveechoedonfromfathertoson,andnervedtheheartandarm——forevil。DoyouthinkifNapoleonhadbeenbornawomanthathewouldhavebeencontentedtogivesmalltea—partiesandtalksmallscandal?Hewouldhaverisen;buttheworldwouldnothaveheardofhimasithearsofhimnow——amangreatandkinglywithallhissins;hewouldhaveleftoneofthosenamesthatstaintheleafofeveryhistory——
thenamesofwomen,who,havingpower,butbeingdeniedtherighttoexerciseitopenly,ruleinthedark,covertly,andbystealth,throughthemenwhosepassionstheyfeedonandbywhomtheyclimb。
"Power!"shesaid,suddenly,smitingherlittlehandupontherail。"Yes,wehavepower;andsincewearenottoexpenditintunnellingmountains,norhealingdiseases,normakinglaws,normoney,noronanyextraneousobject,weexpenditonyou。Youareourgoods,ourmerchandise,ourmaterialforoperatingon;webuyyou,wesellyou,wemakefoolsofyou,weactthewilyoldJewwithyou,wekeepsixofyoucrawlingtoourlittlefeet,andprayingonlyforatouchofourlittlehand;andtheysaytruly,therewasneveranacheorpainorbrokenheartbutawomanwasatthebottomofit。Wearenottostudylaw,norscience,norart,sowestudyyou。Thereisneveranerveorfibreinaman’snaturebutweknowit。Wekeepsixofyoudancinginthepalmofonelittlehand,"shesaid,balancingheroutstretchedarmgracefully,asthoughtinybeingsdisportedthemselvesinitspalm。"There,wethrowyouaway,andyousinktothedevil,"shesaid,foldingherarmscomposedly。"Therewasneveramanwhosaidonewordforwomanbuthesaidtwoforman,andthreeforthewholehumanrace。"
Shewatchedthebirdpeckingupthelastyellowgrains;butWaldolookedonlyather。
Whenshespokeagainitwasverymeasuredly。
"Theybringweightyargumentsagainstuswhenweaskfortheperfectfreedomofwomen,"shesaid;"but,whenyoucometotheobjections,theyarelikepumpkindevilswithcandlesinside,hollow,andcan’tbite。Theysaythatwomendonotwishforthesphereandfreedomweaskforthem,andwouldnotuseit!
"Ifthebirddoeslikeitscage,anddoeslikeitssugarandwillnotleaveit,whykeepthedoorsoverycarefullyshut?Whynotopenit,onlyalittle?Dotheyknowthereismanyabirdwillnotbreakitswingsagainstthebars,butwouldflyifthedoorswereopen?"Sheknitherforeheadandleanedfurtheroverthebars。
"Thentheysay,’Ifthewomenhavethelibertyyouaskfor,theywillbefoundinpositionsforwhichtheyarenotfitted!’Iftwomenclimboneladder,didyoueverseetheweakestanywherebutatthefoot?Thesurestsignoffitnessissuccess。Theweakestneverwinsbutwherethereishandicapping。Nature,lefttoherself,willasbeautifullyapportionaman’sworktohiscapacitiesaslongagesagoshegraduatedthecoloursonthebird’sbreast。Ifwearenotfit,yougiveus,tonopurpose,therighttolabour;theworkwillfalloutofourhandsintothosethatarewiser。"
Shetalkedmorerapidlyasshewenton,asonetalksofthatoverwhichtheyhavebroodedlong,andwhichliesneartheirhearts。
Waldowatchedherintently。
"Theysaywomenhaveonegreatandnobleworkleftthem,andtheydoitill。Thatistrue;theydoitexecrably。Itistheworkthatdemandsthebroadestculture,andtheyhavenoteventhenarrowest。Thelawyermayseenodeeperthanhislaw—books,andthechemistseenofurtherthanthewindowsofhislaboratory,andtheymaydotheirworkwell。Butthewomanwhodoeswoman’sworkneedsamany—sided,multiformculture;theheightsanddepthsofhumanlifemustnotbebeyondthereachofhervision;shemusthaveknowledgeofmenandthingsinmanystates,awidecatholicityofsympathy,thestrengththatspringsfromknowledge,andthemagnanimitywhichspringsfromstrength。Webeartheworld,andwemakeit。Thesoulsoflittlechildrenaremarvellouslydelicateandtenderthings,andkeepforevertheshadowthatfirstfallsonthem,andthatisthemother’soratbestawoman’s。Therewasneveragreatmanwhohadnotagreatmother——itishardlyanexaggeration。Thefirstsixyearsofourlifemakeus;allthatisaddedlaterisveneer;andyetsomesay,ifawomancancookadinnerordressherselfwellshehascultureenough。
"Themightiestandnoblestofhumanworkisgiventous,andwedoitill。
Sendanavvietoworkintoanartist’sstudio,andseewhatyouwillfindthere!Andyet,thankGod,wehavethiswork,"sheadded,quickly——"itistheonewindowthroughwhichweseeintothegreatworldofearnestlabour。
Themeanestgirlwhodancesanddressesbecomessomethinghigherwhenherchildrenlookupintoherfaceandaskherquestions。Itistheonlyeducationwehaveandwhichtheycannottakefromus。"
Shesmiledslightly。"Theysaythatwecomplainofwoman’sbeingcompelledtolookuponmarriageasaprofession;butthatsheisfreetoenteruponitorleaveit,asshepleases。
"Yes——andacatsetafloatinapondisfreetositinthetubtillitdiesthere,itisundernoobligationtowetitsfeet;andadrowningmanmaycatchatastrawornot,justashelikes——itisagloriousliberty!Letanymanthinkforfiveminutesofwhatoldmaidenhoodmeanstoawoman——andthenlethimbesilent。Isiteasytobearthroughlifeanamethatinitselfsignifiesdefeat?todwell,asnineoutoftenunmarriedwomenmust,underthefingerofanotherwoman?Isiteasytolookforwardtoanoldagewithouthonour,withouttherewardofusefullabour,withoutlove?I
wonderhowmanymentherearewhowouldgiveupeverythingthatisdearinlifeforthesakeofmaintainingahighidealpurity。"
Shelaughedalittlelaughthatwasclearwithoutbeingpleasant。
"Andthen,whentheyhavenootherargumentagainstus,theysay,’Goon;
butwhenyouhavemadewomanwhatyouwish,andherchildreninheritherculture,youwilldefeatyourself。Manwillgraduallybecomeextinctfromexcessofintellect,thepassionswhichreplenishtheracewilldie。’
Fools!"shesaid,curlingherprettylip。"AHottentotsitsattheroadsideandfeedsonarottenbonehehasfoundthere,andtakesouthisbottleofCape—smokeandswillsatit,andgruntswithsatisfaction;andtheculturedchildofthenineteenthcenturysitsinhisarmchair,andsipschoicewineswiththelipofaconnoisseur,andtastesdelicatedisheswithadelicatepalate,andwithasatisfactionofwhichtheHottentotknowsnothing。Heavyjawandslopingforehead——allhavegonewithincreasingintellect;buttheanimalappetitesaretherestill——refined,discriminative,butimmeasurablyintensified。Fools!Beforemenforgaveorworshipped,whiletheywereweakontheirhindlegs,didtheynoteatanddrink,andfightforwives?Whenallthelatteradditionstohumanityhavevanished,willnotthefoundationonwhichtheyarebuiltremain?"
Shewassilentthenforawhile,andsaidsomewhatdreamily,moreasthoughspeakingtoherselfthantohim,"Theyask,Whatwillyougain,evenifmandoesnotbecomeextinct?——youwillhavebroughtjusticeandequalityontotheearth,andsentlovefromit。Whenmenandwomenareequalstheywilllovenomore。Yourhighly—
culturedwomenwillnotbelovable,willnotlove。
"Dotheyseenothing,understandnothing?ItisTantSanniewhoburieshusbandsoneafteranother,andfoldsherhandsresignedly,——’TheLordgave,andtheLordhathtakenaway,andblessedbethenameoftheLord,’——
andshelooksforanother。Itisthehard—headed,deepthinkerwho,whenthewifewhohasthoughtandworkedwithhimgoes,canfindnorest,andlingersnearhertillhefindssleepbesideher。
"Agreatsouldrawsandisdrawnwithamorefierceintensitythananysmallone。Byeveryinchwegrowinintellectualheightourlovestrikesdownitsrootsdeeper,andspreadsoutitsarmswider。Itisforlove’ssakeyetmorethanforanyotherthatwelookforthatnewtime。"
Shehadleanedherheadagainstthestones,andwatchedwithhersad,softeyestheretreatingbird。"Thenwhenthattimecomes,"shesaidlowly,"whenloveisnomoreboughtorsold,whenitisnotameansofmakingbread,wheneachwoman’slifeisfilledwithearnest,independentlabour,thenlovewillcometoher,astrange,suddensweetnessbreakinginuponherearnestwork;notsoughtfor,butfound。Then,butnotnow——"
Waldowaitedforhertofinishthesentence,butsheseemedtohaveforgottenhim。
"Lyndall,"hesaid,puttinghishanduponher——shestarted——"ifyouthinkthatthatnewtimewillbesogreat,sogood,youwhospeaksoeasily——"
Sheinterruptedhim。
"Speak!speak!"shesaid,"thedifficultyisnottospeak;thedifficultyistokeepsilence。"
"Butwhydoyounottrytobringthattime?"hesaidwithpitifulsimplicity。"WhenyouspeakIbelieveallyousay;otherpeoplewouldlistentoyoualso。"
"Iamnotsosureofthat,"shesaidwithasmile。
Thenoverthesmallfacecamethewearylookithadwornlastnightasitwatchedtheshadowinthecorner,Ah,soweary!
"I,Waldo,I?"shesaid。"Iwilldonothinggoodformyself,nothingfortheworld,tillsomeonewakesme。Iamasleep,swathed,shutupinself;
tillIhavebeendeliveredIwilldelivernoone。"
Helookedatherwondering,butshewasnotlookingathim。
"Toseethegoodandthebeautiful,"shesaid,"andtohavenostrengthtoliveit,isonlytobeMosesonthemountainofNebo,withthelandatyourfeetandnopowertoenter。Itwouldbebetternottoseeit。Come,"shesaid,lookingupintohisface,andseeingitsuncomprehendingexpression,"letusgo,itisgettinglate。Dossisanxiousforhisbreakfastalso,"
sheadded,wheelingroundandcallingtothedog,whowasendeavouringtounearthamole,anoccupationtowhichhehadbeenzealouslyaddictedfromthethirdmonth,butinwhichhehadneveronanysingleoccasionprovedsuccessful。
Waldoshoulderedhisbag,andLyndallwalkedonbeforeinsilence,withthedogclosetoherside。Perhapsshethoughtofthenarrownessofthelimitswithinwhichahumansoulmayspeakandbeunderstoodbyitsnearestofmentalkin,ofhowsoonitreachesthatsolitarylandoftheindividualexperience,inwhichnofellowfootfalliseverheard。Whateverherthoughtsmayhavebeen,shewassooninterrupted。Waldocameclosetoher,andstandingstill,producedwithawkwardnessfromhisbreast—pocketasmallcarvedbox。
"Imadeitforyou,"hesaid,holdingitout。
"Ilikeit,"shesaid,examiningitcarefully。
Theworkmanshipwasbetterthanthatofthegrave—post。Theflowersthatcovereditweredelicate,andhereandtheresmallconicalprotuberanceswereletinamongthem。Sheturneditroundcritically。Waldobentoveritlovingly。
"Thereisonestrangethingaboutit,"hesaidearnestly,puttingafingerononelittlepyramid。"Imadeitwithoutthese,andIfeltsomethingwaswrong;Itriedmanychanges,andatlastIletthesein,andthenitwasright。Butwhywasit?Theyarenotbeautifulinthemselves。"
"Theyrelievethemonotonyofthesmoothleaves,Isuppose。"
Heshookhisheadasoveraweightymatter。
"Theskyismonotonous,"hesaid,"whenitisblue,andyetitisbeautiful。Ihavethoughtofthatoften;butitisnotmonotony,anditisnotvarietymakesbeauty。Whatisit?Thesky,andyourface,andthisbox——thesamethingisinthemall,onlymoreintheskyandinyourface。
Butwhatisit?"
Shesmiled。
"Soyouareatyouroldworkstill。Why,why,why?Whatisthereason?
Itisenoughforme,"shesaid,"ifIfindoutwhatisbeautifulandwhatisugly,whatisrealandwhatisnot。Whyitisthere,andoverthefinalcauseofthingsingeneral,Idon’ttroublemyself;theremustbeone,butwhatisittome?IfIhowltoalleternityIshallnevergetholdofit;
andifIdidImightbenobetteroff。ButyouGermansarebornwithanaptitudeforborrowing;youcan’thelpyourselves。Youmustsniffafterreasons,justasthatdogmustafteramole。Heknowsperfectlywellhewillnevercatchit,buthe’sundertheimperativenecessityofdiggingforit。"
"Buthemightfindit。"
"Might!——butheneverhasandneverwill。Lifeistooshorttorunaftermights;wemusthavecertainties。"
Shetuckedtheboxunderherarmandwasabouttowalkon,whenGregoryRose,withshiningspurs,anostrichfeatherinhishat,andasilver—
headedwhip,careeredpast。Hebowedgallantlyashewentby。Theywaitedtillthedustofthehorse’shoofshadlaiditself。
"There,"saidLyndall,"goesatruewoman——onebornforthespherethatsomewomenhavetofillwithoutbeingbornforit。Howhappyhewouldbesewingfrillsintohislittlegirl’sfrocks,andhowprettyhewouldlooksittinginaparlour,witharoughmanmakinglovetohim!Don’tyouthinkso?"
"Ishallnotstayherewhenheismaster,"Waldoanswered,notabletoconnectanykindofbeautywithGregoryRose。
"Ishouldimaginenot。Theruleofawomanistyranny;buttheruleofaman—womangrindsfine。Whereareyougoing?"
"Anywhere。"
"Whattodo?"
"See——seeeverything。"
"Youwillbedisappointed。"
"Andwereyou?"
"Yes;andyouwillbemoreso。Iwantthingsthatmenandtheworldgive,youdonot。Ifyouhaveafewyardsofearthtostandon,andabitofblueoveryou,andsomethingthatyoucannotseetodreamabout,youhaveallthatyouneed,allthatyouknowhowtouse。ButIliketoseerealmen。Letthembeasdisagreeableastheyplease,theyaremoreinterestingtomethanflowers,ortrees,orstars,oranyotherthingunderthesun。
Sometimes,"sheadded,walkingon,andshakingthedustdaintilyfromherskirts,"whenIamnottoobusytryingtofindanewwayofdoingmyhairthatwillshowmylittlenecktobetteradvantage,oroverotherworkofthatkind,sometimesitamusesmeintenselytotraceouttheresemblancebetweenonemanandanother:toseehowTantSannieandI,youandBonaparte,St。Simononhispillow,andtheemperordiningofflarks’
tongues,areoneandthesamecompound,merelymixedindifferentproportions。
"Whatismicroscopicinoneislargelydevelopedinanother;whatisarudimentaryinonemanisanactiveorganinanother;butallthingsareinallmen,andonesoulisthemodelofall。Weshallfindnothingnewinhumannatureafterwehaveoncecarefullydissectedandanalyzedtheonebeingweevershalltrulyknow——ourself。TheKaffergirlthrewsomecoffeeonmyarminbedthismorning;Ifeltdispleased,butsaidnothing。TantSanniewouldhavethrownthesauceratherandswornforanhour;butthefeelingwouldbethesameirritateddispleasure。IfahugeanimatedstomachlikeBonapartewereputunderaglassbyaskilfulmentalmicroscopist,evenhewouldbefoundtohaveanembryonicdoublingsomewhereindicativeofaheart,andrudimentarybuddingsthatmighthavebecomeconscienceandsincerity。LetmetakeyourarmWaldo。
"Howfullyouareofmealiedust。No,nevermind。Itwillbrushoff。Andsometimeswhatismoreamusingstillthantracingthelikenessbetweenmanandman,istotracetheanalogytherealwaysisbetweentheprogressanddevelopmentofoneindividualandofawholenation;or,again,betweenasinglenationandtheentirehumanrace。Itispleasantwhenitdawnsonyouthattheoneisjusttheotherwrittenoutinlargeletters;andveryoddtofindallthelittlefolliesandvirtues,anddevelopmentsandretrogressions,writtenoutinthebigworld’sbookthatyoufindinyourlittleinternalself。ItisthemostamusingthingIknowof;butofcourse,beingawoman,Ihavenotoftentimeforsuchamusements。
Professionaldutiesalwaysfirst,youknow。Ittakesagreatdealoftimeandthoughtalwaystolookperfectlyexquisite,evenforaprettywoman。
Istheoldbuggystillinexistence,Waldo?"
"Yes,buttheharnessisbroken。"
"Well,Iwishyouwouldmendit。Youmustteachmetodrive。ImustlearnsomethingwhileIamhere。IgottheHottentotgirltoshowmehowtomakesarsartiesthismorning;andTantSannieisgoingtoteachmetomakekapjes。Iwillcomeandsitwithyouthisafternoonwhileyoumendtheharness。"
"Thankyou。"
"No,don’tthankme;Icomeformyownpleasure。IneverfindanyoneI
cantalkto。Womenboreme,andmen,Italksoto——’Goingtotheballthisevening?Nicelittledogthatofyours。Prettylittleears。Sofondofpointerpups!’Andtheythinkmefascinating,charming!Menareliketheearth,andwearethemoon;weturnalwaysonesidetothem,andtheythinkthereisnoother,becausetheydon’tseeit——butthereis。"
Theyhadreachedthehousenow。
"Tellmewhenyousettowork,"shesaid,andwalkedtowardthedoor。
Waldostoodtolookafterher,andDossstoodathisside,alookofpainfuluncertaintydepictedonhissmallcountenance,andonelittlefootpoisedintheair。Shouldhestaywithhismasterorgo?Helookedatthefigurewiththewidestrawhatmovingtowardthehouse,andhelookedupathismaster;thenheputdownthelittlepawandwent。Waldowatchedthembothinatthedoorandthenwalkedawayalone。Hewassatisfiedthatatleasthisdogwaswithher。
Chapter2。V。TantSannieHoldsAnUpsitting,andGregoryWritesALetter。
Itwasjustaftersunset,andLyndallhadnotyetreturnedfromherfirstdriving—lesson,whentheleancolouredwomanstandingatthecornerofthehousetoenjoytheeveningbreeze,sawcomingalongtheroadastrangehorseman。Verynarrowlyshesurveyedhim,asslowlyheapproached。Hewasattiredinthedeepestmourning,theblackcreperoundhistallhattotallyconcealingtheblackfelt,andnothingbutadazzlingshirt—frontrelievingthefunerealtoneofhisattire。Herodemuchforwardinhissaddle,withhischinrestingontheuppermostofhisshirt—studs,andtherewasanairofmeeksubjectiontothewillofHeaven,andtowhatmightbeinstoreforhim,thatbespokeitselfeveninthewayinwhichhegentlyurgedhissteed。Hewasevidentlyinnohurrytoreachhisdestination,forthenearerheapproachedtoittheslackerdidhisbridlehang。Thecolouredwomanhavingdulyinspectedhim,dashedintothedwelling。
"Hereisanotherone!"shecried——"awidower;Iseeitbyhishat。"
"GoodLord!"saidTantSannie;"it’stheseventhI’vehadthismonth;butthemenknowwheresheepandgoodlooksandmoneyinthebankaretobefound,"sheadded,winkingknowingly。"Howdoeshelook?"
"Nineteen,weakeyes,whitehair,littleroundnose,"saidthemaid。
"Thenit’she!thenit’she!"saidTantSannietriumphantly;"littlePietVanderWalt,whosewifediedlastmonth——twofarms,twelvethousandsheep。
I’venotseenhim,butmysister—in—lawtoldmeabouthim,andIdreamedabouthimlastnight。"
HerePiet’sblackhatappearedinthedoorway,andtheBoer—womandrewherselfupindignifiedsilence,extendedthetipsofherfingers,andmotionedsolemnlytoachair。Theyoungmanseatedhimself,stickinghisfeetasfarunderitastheywouldgo,andsaidmildly:
"IamLittlePietVanderWalt,andmyfatherisBigPietVanderWalt。"
TantSanniesaidsolemnly:"Yes。"
"Aunt,"saidtheyoungman,startingupspasmodically;"canIoff—saddle?"
"Yes。"
Heseizedhishat,anddisappearedwitharushthroughthedoor。
"Itoldyouso!Iknewit!"saidTantSannie。"ThedearLorddoesn’tsenddreamsfornothing。Didn’tItellyouthismorningthatIdreamedofagreatbeastlikeasheep,withredeyes,andIkilledit?Wasn’tthewhitewoolhishair,andtheredeyeshisweakeyes,andmykillinghimmeantmarriage?Getsupperreadyquickly;thesheep’sinsideandroaster—cakes。
Weshallsituptonight。"
ToyoungPietVanderWaltthatsupperwasaperiodofintensetorture。
TherewassomethingoverawinginthatassemblyofEnglishpeople,withtheirincomprehensiblespeech;andmoreover,itwashisfirstcourtship;
hisfirstwifehadcourtedhim,andtenmonthsofseveredomesticrulehadnotraisedhisspiritnorcourage。Heatelittle,andwhenheraisedamorseltohislipsglancedguiltilyroundtoseeifhewerenotobserved。
Hehadputthreeringsonhislittlefinger,withtheintentionofstickingitoutstifflywhenheraisedacoffee—cup;nowthelittlefingerwascurledmiserablyamongitsfellows。Itwassmallreliefwhenthemealwasover,andTantSannieandherepairedtothefrontroom。Onceseatedthere,hesethiskneesclosetogether,stoodhisblackhatuponthem,andwretchedlyturnedthebrimupanddown。ButsupperhadcheeredTantSannie,whofounditimpossiblelongertomaintainthatdecoroussilence,andwhoseheartyearnedovertheyouth。
"IwasrelatedtoyourauntSelenawhodied,"saidTantSannie。"Mymother’sstepbrother’schildwasmarriedtoherfather’sbrother’sstepnephew’sniece。"
"Yes,aunt,"saidtheyoungman,"Iknowwewererelated。"
"Itwashercousin,"saidTantSannie,nowfairlyontheflow,"whohadthecancercutoutofherbreastbytheotherdoctor,whowasnottherightdoctortheysentfor,butwhodiditquiteaswell。"
"Yes,aunt,"saidtheyoungman。
"I’veheardaboutitoften,"saidTantSannie。"AndhewasthesonoftheolddoctorthattheysaydiedonChristmas—day,butIdon’tknowifthat’strue。Peopledotellsuchawfullies。WhyshouldhedieonChristmas—daymorethananyotherday?"
"Yes,aunt,why?"saidtheyoungmanmeekly。
"Didyoueverhavethetoothache?"askedTantSannie。
"No,aunt。"
"Well,theysaythatdoctor——notthesonoftheolddoctorthatdiedonChristmas—day,theotherthatdidn’tcomewhenhewassentfor——hegavesuchgoodstuffforthetoothachethatifyouopenedthebottleintheroomwhereanyonewasbadtheygotbetterdirectly。Youcouldseeitwasgoodstuff,"saidTantSannie;"ittastedhorrid。Thatwasarealdoctor!Heusedtogiveabottlesohigh,"saidtheBoer—woman,raisingherhandafootfromthetable,"youcoulddrinkatitforamonthanditwouldn’tgetdone,andthesamemedicinewasgoodforallsortsofsicknesses——croup,measles,jaundice,dropsy。Nowyouhavetobuyanewkindforeachsickness。Thedoctorsaren’tsogoodastheyusedtobe。"
"No,aunt,"saidtheyoungman,whowastryingtogaincouragetostickouthislegsandclinkhisspurstogether。Hedidsoatlast。
TantSanniehadnoticedthespursbefore;butshethoughtitshowedanicemanlyspirit,andherheartwarmedyetmoretotheyouth。
"Didyoueverhaveconvulsionswhenyouwereababy?"askedTantSannie。
"Yes,"saidtheyoungman。
"Strange,"saidTantSannie;"Ihadconvulsionstoo。Wonderfulthatweshouldbesomuchalike!"
"Aunt,"saidtheyoungmanexplosively,"canwesituptonight?"
TantSanniehungherheadandhalfclosedhereyes;butfindingthatherlittlewileswerethrownaway,theyoungmanstaringfixedlyathishat,shesimpered,"Yes,"andwentawaytofetchcandles。
InthediningroomEmworkedathermachine,andGregorysatclosebesideher,hisgreatblueeyesturnedtothewindowwhereLyndallleanedouttalkingtoWaldo。
TantSannietooktwocandlesoutofthecupboardandheldthemuptriumphantly,winkingallroundtheroom。
"He’saskedforthem,"shesaid。
"Doeshewantthemforhishorse’srubbedback?"askedGregory,newtoup—
countrylife。
"No,"saidTantSannie,indignantly;"we’regoingtositup!"andshewalkedoffintriumphwiththecandles。
Nevertheless,whenalltherestofthehousehadretired,whenthelongcandlewaslighted,whenthecoffee—kettlewasfilled,whenshesatintheelbow—chair,withherloveronachairclosebesideher,andwhenthevigilofthenightwasfairlybegun,shebegantofinditwearisome。Theyoungmanlookedchilly,andsaidnothing。
"Won’tyouputyourfeetonmystove?"saidTantSannie。
"Nothankyou,aunt,"saidtheyoungman,andbothlapsedintosilence。
AtlastTantSannie,afraidofgoingtosleep,tappedastrongcupofcoffeeforherselfandhandedanothertoherlover。Thisvisiblyrevivedboth。
"Howlongwereyoumarried,cousin?"
"Tenmonths,aunt。"
"Howoldwasyourbaby?"
"Threedayswhenitdied。"
"It’sveryhardwhenwemustgiveourhusbandsandwivestotheLord,"saidTantSannie。