It was the most extraordinary of speeches, considering the circumstances and place in which it was spoken. A parlour of very grim and homely1 aspect, furnished with dark mahogany and black haircloth, the blinds of the two windows solemnly drawn2 down, the shutters3 of one half-closed; two traditional decanters of wine standing4 reflected in the shining uncovered table; half-a-dozen people all in mourning, in various attitudes of surprise, disappointment, and displeasure; and close by one of the windows Mr Brown, the attorney, holding up to the light that extraordinary scrap5 of paper, which had fallen upon them all like a thunderbolt. Only half an hour ago he had attended her funeral with decorum and perfect indifference6, as was natural, and had come into this parlour without the slightest idea of encountering anything which could disturb him. Fate, however, had been lying in wait for the unsuspecting man at the moment he feared it least. He had not been employed to draw out this extraordinary document, nor had he known anything about it. It was a thunderbolt enclosed in a simple envelope, very securely sealed up, and delivered to him with great solemnity by the next of kin7, which carried him off his balance like a charge of artillery8, and made everybody aghast around him. The sentiment and exclamation9 were alike natural; but the woman was not mad.
By the side of the table, very pale and profoundly discomposed, sat the next of kin; a woman, of appearance not unaccordant with that of the house, over fifty? dark-complexioned and full of wrinkles, with a certain cloud of habitual11 shabbiness, not to be cast aside, impairing12 the perfection of her new mourning. Her new mourning, poor soul! got on the strength of that letter containing the will, which had been placed in her safe keeping. She was evidently doing everything she could to command herself, and conceal13 her agitation14. But it was not a very easy matter. Cherished visions of years, and hopes that this morning had seemed on the point of settling into reality, were breaking up before her, each with its poignant15 circumstances of mortification16 and bitterness and dread17 disappointment. She looked at everybody in the room with a kind of agonised appeal—could it really be true, might not her ears have deceived her?—and strained her troubled gaze upon that paper, not without an instinctive18 thought that it was wrongly read, or misunderstood, or that some mysterious change had taken place on it in the transfer from her possession to that of Mr Brown. His amazement19 and dismay did not convince the poor dismayed woman. She stretched out her hand eagerly to get the paper to read it for herself. He might have changed it in reading it; he might have missed something, or added something, that altered the meaning. Anything might have happened, rather than the reality that her confidence had been deceived and her hopes were gone.
“Did you know of this, Mrs Christian20?” said the rector, who stood at the other end of the room with his hat in his hand.
Did she know! She could have gnashed her teeth at the foolish question, in her excitement and exasperation21. She made a hysterical22 motion with her head to answer. Her daughter, who had come to the back of her chair, and who knew the rector must not be offended, supplied the words that failed to{596} her mother—“No; we thought we were to have it,” said the poor girl, innocently. There was a little movement of sympathy and compassion23 among the other persons present. But mingled24 with this came a sound of a different description; a cough, not an expression of physical weakness, but of moral sentiment; an irritating, critical, inarticulate remark upon that melancholy25 avowal26. It came from the only other woman present, the servant of the house. When the disappointed relation heard it, she flushed into sudden rage, and made an immediate27 identification of her enemy. It was not dignified28, but it was very natural. Perhaps, under the circumstances, it was the only relief which her feelings could have had
“But I know whose doing it was!” said poor Mrs Christian, trembling all over, her pale face reddening with passion. There was a little movement at the door as the servant-woman stepped farther into the room to take her part in the scene which interested her keenly. She was a tall woman, thin and dry, and about the same age as her accuser. There was even a certain degree of likeness29 between them. As Nancy’s tall person and white apron30 became clearly visible from among the little group of gentlemen, Mrs Christian rose, inspired with all the heat and passion of her disappointment, to face her foe31.
“Did you know of this?” said the excellent rector, with his concerned malaprop face. Nancy did not look at him. The three women stood regarding each other across the table; the others were only spectators—they were the persons concerned. The girl who had already spoken, and who was a little fair creature, as different from the belligerents32 as possible, stood holding her mother’s hand tightly. She had her eyes on them both, with an extraordinary air of control and unconscious authority. They were both full of rage and excitement, the climax33 of a long smouldering quarrel; but the blue eyes that watched, kept them silent against their will. The crisis lasted only for a moment. Poor Mrs Christian, yielding to the impulse of the small fingers that closed so tightly on her hand, fell back on her chair, and attempted to recover her shattered dignity. Nancy withdrew to the door; and Mr Brown repeated the exclamation in which his dismay and trouble had at first expressed itself, “Certainly the woman must have been mad!”
“Will you have the goodness to let me see it?” said Mrs Christian, with a gasp34. It is impossible to say what ideas of tearing it up, or throwing it into the smouldering fire, might have mingled with her desire; but, in the first place, she was eager to see if she could not make something different out of that paper than those astounding35 words she had heard read. Mr Brown was an honest man, but he was an attorney; and Mrs Christian was an honest woman, but she was next of kin. If she had known what was in that cruel paper, she might not, perhaps, have preserved it so carefully. She read it over, trembling, and not understanding the very words she muttered under her breath. Bessie read it also, over her shoulder. While they were so occupied, Mr Brown relieved his perplexed36 mind with a vehemence37 not much less tragical38 than that of the disappointed heir.
“I have known many absurd things in the way of wills,” said Mr Brown, “but this is the crown of all. Who on earth ever heard of Ph?be Thomson? Who’s Ph?be Thomson? Her daughter? Why, she never had any daughter in the memory of man. I should say it is somewhere like thirty years since she settled down in Carlingford—with no child, nor appearance of ever having had one—an old witch with three cats, and a heart like the nether39 millstone. Respect? don’t speak to me! why should I respect her? Here she’s gone, after living a life which nobody was the better{597} for; certainly I was none the better for it; why, she did not even employ me to make this precious will; and saddled me—me, of all men in the world—with a burden I wouldn’t undertake for my own brother. I’ll have nothing to do with it. Do you suppose I’m going to give up my own business, and all my comfort, to seek Ph?be Thomson? The idea’s ridiculous! the woman was mad!”
“Hush! for we’re in the house of our departed friend, and have just laid her down,” said the inappropriate rector, “in the sure and certain hope——”
Mr Brown made, and checked himself in making, an extraordinary grimace40. “Do you suppose I’m bound to go hunting Ph?be Thomson till that day comes?” said the attorney. “Better to be a ghost at once, when one could have surer information. I’m very sorry, Mrs Christian; I have no hand in it, I assure you. Who do you imagine this Ph?be Thomson is?”
“Sir,” said Mrs Christian, “I decline to give you any information. If my son was here, instead of being in India, as everybody knows, I might have some one to act for me. But you may be certain I shall take advice upon it. You will hear from my solicitor41, Mr Brown; I decline to give you any information on the subject.”
Mr Brown stared broadly at the speaker; his face reddened. He watched her get up and make her way out of the room with a perplexed look, half angry, half compassionate42. She went out with a little of the passionate43 and resentful air which deprives such disappointments of the sympathy they deserve—wrathful, vindictive44, consoling herself with dreams that it was all a plot, and she could still have her rights; but a sad figure, notwithstanding her flutter of bitter rage—a sad figure to those who knew what home she was going to, and how she had lived. Her very dress, so much better than it usually was, enhanced the melancholy aspect of the poor woman’s withdrawal45. Her daughter followed her closely, ashamed, and not venturing to lift her eyes. They were a pathetic couple to that little group that knew all about them. Nancy threw the room-door open for them, with a revengeful satisfaction. One of the funeral attendants who still lingered outside opened the outer one. They went out of the subdued46 light, into the day, their hearts tingling47 with a hundred wounds. At least the mother’s heart was pierced, and palpitating in every nerve. There was an instinctive silence while they went out, and after they were gone. Even Mr Brown’s “humph!” was a very subdued protest against the injustice48 which Mrs Christian had done him. Everybody stood respectful of the real calamity49.
“And so, there they are just where they were!” cried the young surgeon, who was one of the party; “and pretty sweet Bessie must still carry her father on her shoulders, and drag her mother by her side wherever she goes; it’s very hard—one can’t help thinking it’s a very hard burden for a girl of her years.”
“But it is a burden of which she might be relieved,” said Mr Brown, with a smile.
The young man coloured high and drew back a little. “Few men have courage enough to take up such loads of their own will,” he said, with a little heat—“I have burdens of my own.”
A few words may imply a great deal in a little company, where all the interlocutors know all about each other. This, though it was simple enough, disturbed the composure of the young doctor. A minute after he muttered something about his further presence being unnecessary, and hastened away. There were now only left the rector, the churchwarden, and Mr Brown.
“Of course you will accept her trust, Mr Brown,” said the rector.
The attorney made a great many grimaces50, but said nothing. The{598} whole matter was too startling and sudden to have left him time to think what he was to do.
“Anyhow the poor Christians51 are left in the lurch,” said the churchwarden; “for, I suppose, Brown, if you don’t undertake it, it’ll go into Chancery. Oh! I don’t pretend to know; but it’s natural to suppose, of course, that it would go into Chancery, and stand empty with all the windows broken for twenty years. But couldn’t they make you undertake it whether you pleased or no? I am only saying what occurs to me; of course, I’m not a lawyer—I can’t know.”
“Well, never mind,” said Mr Brown; “I cannot undertake to say just at this identical moment what I shall do. I don’t like the atmosphere of this place, and there’s nothing more to be done just now that I know of. We had better go.”
“But the house—and Nancy—some conclusion must be come to directly. What will you do about them?” said the rector.
“To be sure! I don’t doubt there’s plate and jewellery and such things about—they ought to be sealed and secured, and that sort of thing,” said the still more energetic lay functionary52. “For anything we know, she might have money in old stockings all about the house. I shouldn’t be surprised at anything, after what we’ve heard to-day. Twenty thousand pounds! and a daughter! If any one had told me that old Mrs Thomson had either the one or the other yesterday at this time, I should have said they were crazy. Certainly, Brown, the cupboards and desks and so forth53 should be examined and sealed up. It is your duty to Ph?be Thomson. You must do your duty to Ph?be Thomson, or she’ll get damages of you. I suppose so—you ought to know.”
“Confound Ph?be Thomson!” said the attorney, with great unction; “but notwithstanding, come along, let us get out of this. As for her jewellery and her old stockings, they must take their chance. I can’t stand it any longer—pah! there’s no air to breathe. How did the old witch ever manage to live to eighty here?”
“You must not call her by such improper54 epithets55. I have no doubt she was a good woman,” said the rector; “and recollect56, really, you owe a little respect to a person who was only buried to-day.”
“If she were to be buried to-morrow,” cried the irreverent attorney, making his way first out of the narrow doorway57, “I know one man who would have nothing to do with the obsequies. Why, look here! what right had that old humbug58 to saddle me with her duties, after neglecting them all her life; and, with that bribe59 implied, to lure60 me to undertake the job, too. Ah, the old wretch61! don’t let us speak of her. As for respect, I don’t owe her a particle—that is a consolation62. I knew something of the kind of creature she was before to-day.”
So saying, John Brown thrust his hands into his pockets, shrugged63 up his shoulders, and went off at a startling pace up the quiet street. It was a very quiet street in the outskirts64 of a very quiet little town. The back of the house which they had just left was on a line with the road—a blank wall, broken only by one long staircase-window. The front was to the garden, entering by a little side-gate, through which the indignant executor had just hurried, crunching65 the gravel66 under his rapid steps. A line of such houses, doleful and monotonous67, with all the living part of them concealed68 in their gardens, formed one side of the street along which he passed so rapidly. The other side consisted of humbler habitations, meekly69 contented70 to look at their neighbours’ back-windows. When John Brown had shot far ahead of his late companions, who followed together, greatly interested in this new subject of talk, his rapid course was interrupted for a moment. Bessie Christian came running across the street from one{599} of the little houses. She had no bonnet71 on, and her black dress made her blonde complexion10 and light hair look clearer and fairer than ever; and when the lawyer drew up all at once to hear what she had to say, partly from compassion, partly from curiosity, it did not fail to strike him how like a child she was, approaching him thus simply with her message. “Oh, Mr Brown,” cried Bessie, out of breath, “I want to speak to you. If you will ask Nancy, I am sure she can give you whatever information is to be had about—about aunt’s friends. She has been with aunt all her life. I thought I would tell you in case you might think, after what mamma said———”
“I did not think anything about it,” said Mr Brown.
“That we knew something, and would not tell you; but we don’t know anything,” said Bessie. “I never heard of Ph?be Thomson before.”
Mr Brown shrugged up his shoulders higher than ever, and thrust his hands deeper into his pockets. “Thank you,” he said, a little ungraciously. “I should have spoken to Nancy, of course, in any case; but I’m sure its very kind of you to take the trouble—good-by.”
Bessie went back blushing and disconcerted; and the rector and the churchwarden, coming gradually up on the other side of the road, seeing her eager approach and downcast withdrawal, naturally wondered to each other what she could want with Brown, and exchanged condolences on the fact that Brown’s manners were wonderfully bearish—really too bad. Brown, in the mean time, without thinking anything about his manners, hurried along to his office. He was extremely impatient of the whole concern; it vexed72 him unconsciously to see Bessie Christian; it even occurred to him that the sight of her and of her mother about would make his unwelcome office all the more galling73 to him. In addition to all the annoyance74 and trouble, here would be a constant suggestion that he had wronged these people. He rushed into his private sanctuary75 the most uncomfortable man in Carlingford. An honest, selfish, inoffensive citizen, injuring no one, if perhaps he did not help so many as he might have done—what grievous fault had he committed to bring upon him such a misfortune as this?
The will which had caused so much conversation was to this purport76. It bequeathed all the property of which Mrs Thomson of Grove77 Street died possessed78, to John Brown, attorney in Carlingford, in trust for Ph?be Thomson, the only child of the testatrix, who had not seen or heard of her for thirty years; and in case of all lawful79 means to find the said Ph?be Thomson proving unsuccessful, at the end of three years the property in question was bequeathed to John Brown, his heirs and administrators80, absolutely and in full possession. No wonder it raised a ferment81 in the uncommunicative bosom82 of the Carlingford attorney, and kept the town in talk for more than nine days. Mrs Thomson had died possessed of twenty thousand pounds: such an event had not happened at Carlingford in the memory of man.
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