Jeannie had wanted no persuading, and Miss Fortescue hardly more. She had opposed the scheme at first on the same grounds[193] as she opposed everything, in order to see how the thing looked from the other side. That such a plan was somewhat out of the way, and that it would give Wroxton a good deal to talk about, she did not consider at all a disadvantage to them, and a distinct benefit to Wroxton.
“We shall hear less of the S. P. C. K.,” she remarked.
The baby was to Jeannie of absorbing interest. The same instinct which had led her when a child to make dramatic the lives of her dolls, and to watch over them with an anxious benignity3 of which saw-dust and wax were really not worthy4, had here a sort of fruition. A doll had come to life, the inventions of her childhood were being played over again in the theatre of living, her play was become true. Arthur, who was the youngest of them, was only a year younger than herself; she had thus never known a baby in the house, and she found an ineffable5 charm in it.
But the baby, in being at least, was only a relaxation6 to be enjoyed in odds7 and ends of time, for the solid hours were full. She[194] seemed to have taken on her shoulders the responsibility for the whole of Wroxton. She had already written a paper for the Literary Ladies, which had caused a kind of revolution in that gentle society, and Mrs. Collingwood had left the room in a marked manner in the middle. It is true that she came back again, and spoke9 venomously about it, but that was an after-thought, for by going away she expressed her silent disapproval10, which she repeated not at all silently in the discussion that followed. Indeed, she might well be horror-struck, for Jeannie, taking as her text that notorious and scandalous novel, The Sheltered Life, had made remarks about “realism” and artistic11 treatment which made Mrs. Collingwood not exactly blush, but bristle12. In the first place, the hero of the work was a professed13 unbeliever, and though, if we are to believe the author, he sought for light, and lived a sober and innocent life, there was no doubt about his religious opinions. It is unnecessary to go into details of the rest of the story; that one fact was enough for Mrs. Collingwood. But Jeannie seemed hardly to have noticed it. Instead, she spoke of the[195] admirable development of his characters, of the sobriety and reticence14 of the narrative15; of the skilled surgical16 dissection17 of the man’s actions, and the exhibition of the real forces that swayed them, partly the result of heredity, partly of early training and circumstance, and the one thing that, according to Mrs. Collingwood, condemned18 the book, even had it been written by Shakespeare and corrected by Milton, she passed over with the remark that the description of the struggle of the reason against a faith his reason could not accept was wonderfully rendered.
Dead silence followed her reading; and the Literary Ladies, who for the most part had followed her with great interest, saw Mrs. Collingwood enter again (she came in so punctually as Jeannie sat down that it seemed almost as if she had been listening at the door) and cowered20. Most of them looked guilty, but it was noticed that Miss Clara, in her place as president, sat bolt upright, and looked as brave as a lion. Indeed, several times during the lecture she had applauded with her silver pencil-case on the table. Miss Fortescue, who sat next Jeannie, also ap[196]peared unterrified, but, as her niece sat down, she said in a whisper to her:
“You’ve done it now, dear. There’s war in that woman’s eye. But I’ll see you through.”
Miss Fortescue was right. There was war in Mrs. Collingwood’s eye; there was crusade in her eye, and she marched out to attack the hosts of the infidel like C?ur de Lion. She made no parleying with the enemy, and though she alluded21 to Jeannie’s speech as “most suggestive and clever,” it was only to point out to her hearers how dangerous cleverness was. She hurled22 texts at their heads: the house built on sand, the kings who did evil, the captivity23, the fall of Babylon, the mark of the beast, the seven foolish virgins24, the man who put his hand to the plough and looked back, the seed on the dry ground, the pitcher25 broken at the well, the woman of Samaria—all these, if rightly understood, proclaimed how abhorrent26 was The Sheltered Life! Jeannie as she listened was first angry, and ended by being amused. There had been a seven days’ storm; Mrs. Collingwood had sent in her resignation, and[197] Jeannie, hearing of it, sent in hers, provided that Mrs. Collingwood would remain. It ended in Jeannie’s calling on Mrs. Collingwood, in answer to the almost tearful request of Miss Clifford, and talking it out with her. She explained that she had not been criticising the data of the book, but the treatment of certain data, and made her points with such sweetness of temper and apparent inability to take offence that Mrs. Collingwood was charmed in spite of herself.
“But these things are the most serious in the world, Miss Avesham,” she had said at parting. “You do not, I now believe, take them lightly, but that was the impression your very clever speech made on me. I was wrong, I am willing to confess that.”
Then Jeannie started a musical society, at the meetings of which the Miss Cliffords quavered an uncertain alto, and Colonel Raymond thundered an approximate bass27. They met originally once a week at Bolton Street, to sing glees for an hour, under the severe guidance of Miss Fortescue, who taught them by degrees not so much what good part singing was, as what it was not. Then they won[198] their way to the passable. Her teaching seemed almost hair-splitting at first, especially when she insisted on the middle of a note being sung, and allowed nothing which to the ordinary mind was allowable enough, and insisted on the existence of notes intermediate between semitones.
“Because a piano has black notes and white notes,” she observed once, “you think that there is no interval28 between. If you think you are lower than A flat, and higher than G sharp, you must be singing A. The chances are strongly against it. The basses29 again, please.”
But in spite of, or perhaps because of, this severity the club prospered30. The instinct for perfection is commoner than one thinks, even among those who never attain31 more than mediocrity, and those new facts about intervals32 were as fascinating as X-rays. Mrs. Collingwood even joined, for she valued music among the higher relaxations33. The apostles of this art she held were Mendelssohn and Handel—these were the moons. And the greater stars were Barnby, Stainer, and the Rev8. P. Henley, whose chant in E flat she[199] ranked among the noblest productions of the world of art. A memorable34 evening indeed came, when Mrs. Collingwood sang also in a drinking-song, without turning a hair. She professed her willingness in a spuriously fugal passage “to drink a bowl wi’ thee” fortissimo, though there was no foot-note stating specifically that the bowl contained a non-alcoholic beverage35. A charity performance was to be given at Christmas, in which the drinking-song would be performed, and Mrs. Collingwood knew it. But she made no protest, and practised “drinking her bowl” every Tuesday evening with gusto.
And Jeannie had classes of all sorts. She interested herself in the girls of the soap manufactory at Wroxton, and taught them that there were more things in the world than factory and followers37. Some showed botanical tendencies, and she would bury herself in Sowerby’s Plants in order to be able to take them further in their hobby. Two others had violins, and Jeannie made night hideous38 by bringing them to Bolton Street two evenings in the week and accompanying their vagrant39 strains. There was another who sang, and a[200] fifth who had a mania40 for wood-carving. Jeannie weaned her from the reproduction of imagining ferns tied together by amorphous41 ribbons, and persuaded her to copy the lines of real leaves and flowers. All these various elements were amalgamated42 on Sunday afternoon, when a large room over the stables, which she had appropriated for her purposes, was thronged43 with the wood-carvers, the musicians, and the botanists44. On these occasions she read to them and gave them tea. The readings were not strictly45 Sabbatical, and Arthur, spying out the land one Sunday after they had gone, found a large number of perfectly46 secular47 books with markers in them. Jeannie, when confronted with them, only laughed.
“The point is to interest them in something,” she said. “Look what lives they live. But the dreadful difficulty is that two of Mrs. Collingwood’s Sunday afternoon class seceded48 to me. I didn’t know what to do.”
Arthur laughed.
“You should have tried to interest them in Mrs. Collingwood,” he said.
Jeannie frowned.[201]
“I know. But it is so difficult,” she said. “I read them a story out of Plain Tales from the Hills instead.”
The girls’ class led on to a boys’ class, and Wroxton was again convulsed. For it was known that Jeannie allowed her boys, if they were allowed to smoke at home, to smoke when they came to her class, and her rule that not more than four might smoke simultaneously49, for the sake of the atmosphere, was clearly not directed against smoking in general. This class was held on Saturday evening, in order to keep them out of the public-houses, for “the boys” were for the most part grown men, and several fathers of families had tried to steal surreptitiously into it. This Jeannie had stopped with good-humoured firmness.
“Go and sit with your wives,” she said, “and help to amuse the children.”
But the smoking was the root of offence, and Mrs. Collingwood stumbled heavily over it. She and her husband were dining at the Aveshams one Saturday evening, and Jeannie, who had dressed before the class in order not to break it up sooner than usual, came in,[202] and, Mrs. Collingwood said, “reeking of the pot-house.” But even Mrs. Collingwood, who had been accustomed all her life to express things strongly, felt that her expression fully19 met the enormities of the case.
The ramifications50 of the boys’ class and the girls’ class were innumerable. There was the case of the girl who played the violin, and the boy who professed to do the same. It was natural that they should be taken together. But when it appeared that the boy in question was a follower36 of the girl in question, Jeannie’s indignation knew no bounds. “I would not play gooseberry to the Czar of Russia,” she exclaimed.
Then it happened that between the Literary Ladies and the glee club, the boys’ class and the girls’ class, the violins, botany, and singing lessons, Jeannie had not any hour of her own. There were also, as Miss Fortescue said, several hours a week to be devoted51 to the suppression of scandal. An instance of this occurred when Mrs. Vernon overheard an animated52 conversation between Jeannie and a draper’s assistant in the High Street.[203] Jeannie’s voice carried, and the tones were audible to passers-by.
“Do come round this evening about nine,” she said, “because the others are dining out, and I shall be alone. Mind you come.”
He came.
One evening, about the end of October, Jeannie had had an unexpected respite53. The policeman who was learning botany had to go on unexpected duty, owing to the illness of one of the staff, and she had an evening free. It would be false to say that she was relieved, for the patient was another of her boys, and she was anxious about him; but she certainly ran up the stairs, two at a time, to the nursery, where the evening toilet of the baby was going on. The baby was in his bath, worshipping his toes. He crowed with delight when he saw Jeannie, and when the bath was over the warm, wet body was blanketed and hoisted54 into her lap. Jeannie was long ago initiated55 into the mysteries of the evening meal, and the nurse, having mixed the patent food, went by Jeannie’s request to her own supper, without any sense of shift[204]ing responsibility on to untrustworthy shoulders.
It was a brisk, frosty evening, and the fire prospered in the grate. Jeannie drew the nurse’s rocking-chair close to the fender and adjusted the bottle. The baby was warm and hungry, and her thoughts turned inward, soothed56 and driven there by the dear, helpless presence, and she meditated57 nonsensically, so she told herself, as if she had been talking alone to the baby.
“What do you know,” she thought, “of to-morrow and to-morrow and to-morrow? Boys’ class to-morrow, and girls’ class the day after. Somebody will play the violin a little less villainously, and some one will perhaps not cut his finger at all. Oh, baby, it is a world where things go slow. First the seed, and then the stalk, and who knows about the corn? Supposing a storm comes in June? Ah, when will June come? How I long for June!
“Poor little fatherless mite58, are we so much better off than you? Oh, baby, Heaven prevent us from getting morbid59! Yes, those toes are quite beautiful, and all your own.[205] Nobody has any more toes than you, and what a consolation60 that ought to be. But nobody has any less. There is always that. We are all very average, and we have no right to expect extraordinary happiness. Yet I do, and so do you; you think that you will always have some one to hold you like this, and have a fire to look at. But what if the fire goes out, and somebody drops you?”
Jeannie’s face had got quite grave over these unconsidered possibilities. But her brow unclouded quickly.
“You tell me that there is the other side of the question,” she went on, “and that somebody else whom you like better may come and sit here, ready to take you when the first person is tired. So they may, so they may. And if ever you prefer anybody else to me I will bite you.”
She closed her lips gently on a little pink shell ear that peeped out from the blanket.
“I will bite you,” she went on, “and I will not hurt you. How should I hurt you? You would have your avengers if I did. Many of them, many of them, and myself among the first. Others also, one other par[206]ticularly. Oh, baby, I assure you that you are not in bad hands. That is a very good man who comes to see you sometimes, that man whom I think you recognise. He is clever, too, and once he painted a picture of a girl and a puppy dog, which was quite extraordinarily61 like.”
Jeannie paused a moment, and adjusted the bottle again.
“What an impertinence, was it not? And I was very angry. You should have seen us meet! He walked into the garden one day not long after, and I told him what I thought. I said he was a cad; I troubled him not to do that sort of thing again. I said it stamped a man, and he would have done better to take example by his blessed mother, and write tracts62 for the G. F. S., instead of spoiling good canvas and wasting his time in trying to paint. He had no idea of line, I told him, and less of colour. Did I really say all these things? I can not be quite sure: it is so long ago.”
There was a step on the stairs, and the moment after the door opened gently.
“May I come in?” said a voice.[207]
Jeannie turned round quickly.
“Yes, come in, Mr. Collingwood,” she said. “I didn’t expect you till the later train. Baby and I are having a talk, and I can’t get in a word edgeways.”
“I caught the earlier train,” he said. “But I, too, didn’t expect to find you here. Isn’t it the policeman’s night?”
Jeannie laughed.
“What an awful memory you have!” she said. “Isn’t it a great responsibility? How did you think, to begin with, that it was the policeman’s night?”
“I came a fortnight ago, you remember,” he said, “and you were late for dinner because of the policeman.”
“Yes, that is quite true,” said Jeannie; “but poor Williams has a bad headache and a touch of fever, and so Rankin is on duty.”
“I’m sorry,” said Jack. “But baby and I are the gainers.”
Jeannie pointed63 to the little pink face.
“Fast asleep, do you see,” she said, “two minutes after a heavy meal. He always does that. Fancy falling fast asleep over dessert,[208] and sleeping on till eight next morning over the dinner-table. I must put him to bed.”
Jack stood by the fire watching Jeannie tuck the baby into its cot with deft64 fingers. All her movements were sharp and decided65; her fingers seemed to have an intelligence of their own.
“I must sit here till nurse comes up from her supper,” she said. “Look at that seraph66!”
“I think he has his share of luck, after all,” said Jack.
Jeannie sat down again in the rocking-chair.
“Oh, but the responsibility!” she sighed. “We all share it. I believe so much of the happiness of one’s life depends on the happiness of one’s babyhood. The first glimpses of consciousness are what make the temperament67.”
“He has a good chance, then.”
“It is a crying shame if he doesn’t,” said Jeannie. “It is the easiest thing in the world to make that child crow with delight. If you laugh, he laughs. Oh, we mustn’t talk so loud. We’ve awoke him.[209]”
Jeannie slipped softly to the side of the cot and began crooning a little baby-song:
“Black grow the blackberries,
Cherries are red,
But golden are the curls
That grow on baby’s head.
“All the ladies in the land
Come to see the show,
But baby went on sleeping
And baby did not know.”
Jack watched her intently, and a sudden thrill of passion throbbed68 in him. There was something in the sight of the girl bending over the baby and crooning in that low voice that stirred all his nature. Her exquisite69 fitness there, her absorbing joy in the young thing was a flash of revelation to him. Her dormant70 potential motherhood suddenly became divine and real to him. Every vein71 in his body seemed to have sent all the blood it contained in one great bound to his heart, and it stood still on the top of its beat. A long-drawn breath hung suspended in his lungs, and it was as if every particle of the warm, brisk air of the nursery was bubbling[210] intoxicating72 fire. The next moment all that was within him bowed and fell and worshipped.
That moment of incorporeal73 existence must have been short, for Jeannie had not got to the end of the second silly little verse when he was aware of himself again, like a man who has come round after an an?sthetic, feeling as if he had travelled swiftly from very far away. But he did not come back to his normal consciousness; the world he awoke to was different, and Jeannie filled it.
Almost simultaneously the nurse came softly in, and Jeannie got up quietly.
“He is sleeping again now,” she said; “step gently, Mr. Collingwood.”
It was long past dressing74 time, and they went straight to their rooms. During dinner Miss Fortescue was unusually vitriolic75, and afterward76 they played a game called Adverbs. Jack had only a confused recollection of going out of the room, and being totally unable to guess what was required of him on his return. Soon after this Jeannie and her aunt went upstairs. Jack must have been really idiotic77 about the game, for Miss For[211]tescue looked at him anxiously as she shook hands.
“I think you must have overworked yourself,” she said. “Be careful.”
She took several turns up and down her bed-room before ringing for her maid. As she pulled the bell:
“Head over ears,” she remarked.
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