‘I should be better able to answer if you told me what it was.’
‘That is just like a man,’ cried Mrs. Jenkinson, ‘as if you did not know! When any gossip is going it always gets here first of all. I believe you have a telephone, or whatever you call them. Is there anything in it? What is the meaning of it? You have always had a fancy for the girl, more than I saw any reason for—but that’s your way.’
‘The girl,’ said the Canon. ‘I suppose you mean old Hayward’s girl. Well, and what do they say?’
‘I am very surprised that you should ask me; and now I feel sure there must be something in it,’ Mrs. Jenkinson cried.
‘That she was a schoolmistress, or something of that sort? I always suspected as much. The mother was a governess—and if Hayward left her, as he seems to have done, with poor relations—and what then, my dear?’ said the Canon briskly. ‘Eh? that doesn’t alter the fact that she’s a very nice girl.’
‘It alters the situation,’ said the Canon’s wife. ‘Miss Beachey is a very nice girl; but I should not ask her to meet the St. Clairs, for example, in my drawing-room.’
‘Empty-headed noodles,’ said the Canon. ‘Miss Beachey is worth the whole bundle of them; but I hope you don’t compare Miss Beachey with Joyce.’
‘If that were all!’ said the lady, shaking her head. ‘I hear now that’s not half. They say she’s nothing to the Haywards at all—only a girl that took their fancy, and that they took out of her natural position——’
‘I’ll swear she never took Mrs. Hayward’s fancy, Charlotte!
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‘Well, well. Mrs. Hayward is a woman of sense; she knows it is vain to go against a man when he has taken a notion in his head. The Colonel saw her, it appears, and thought her like his first wife. These romantic plans never succeed. It appears she was engaged to a man in her own class, and he has been here making a disturbance1. I am very distressed2 for these poor people. Well? You know all about it, of course, a great deal better than I do.’
‘My dear, I think that notion of yours about a telephone is quite just. Of course I have heard it all—first, that she had been a schoolmarm, as these troublesome Americans say (we’ll all find ourselves speaking American one of these days), then a board schoolmistress, additional horror! Yesterday, however, nobody had any doubt she was old Hayward’s daughter. The other thing has come up to-day. I don’t believe a word of it, if that’s any satisfaction to you.’
‘It is very little satisfaction to me, Canon,’ said Mrs. Jenkinson, shaking her head, ‘for I know how you are swayed by your feelings. You like her, therefore nothing that tells against her can be true. But unfortunately I can’t give up my judgment3 in that way.’
‘What has your judgment got to do with it? That’s a big thing to be put in movement for such a small matter,’ said the Canon, pushing his chair from the table. The rotundity of the vast black-silk waistcoat burst forth4 from under that shadow with an imposing5 air. He crossed one leg over the other, filling half the vacant space with a neat foot in a black gaiter and well-brushed shoe.
‘I don’t call it a small matter. I am very surprised that you should think so. A Scotch6 country girl, with a pupil-teacher’s training, brought among us—presented to us all as a young lady!’
‘Well, wasn’t she a young lady? What fault have you to find with her? She puts me to my p’s and q’s, I can tell you, with what you call her pupil-teacher’s——’ The Canon changed his position impatiently, bringing his other foot into that elevated position. ‘It’s all a horrid7 nuisance!’ he cried. ‘I don’t know when I’ve been more vexed8. Hayward’s an old fool—I always knew it. I wish they had never settled here.’
‘I knew you’d think so, Canon,’ Mrs. Jenkinson cried.
‘What was the good, if you knew I’d think so, of aggravating9 everything? I’ll tell you what it is,—it’s those pernicious people at St. Augustine’s. That woman must be in mischief10. I told you so. She can’t keep out of it. And to fall foul11 of the
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people who have been her best friends! But for that poor girl, whom she’s fixing her fangs12 in, neither old Sam nor I would have moved a step. I’ve a great mind to go and stop the building. It would serve them right.’
‘I don’t defend Dora Sitwell, Canon; but if there had been nothing wrong she could not have made a story. It is the people who shock all the instincts of society and break its rules—as the Haywards have done——’
‘Well, I said he was an old fool,’ said the Canon, getting up and marching about the room, which shook and creaked under him—the windows rattling13, the boards bending. ‘I give him up to you—flay him alive, if you like—— Still, at the same time,’ he added, stopping in front of her, with his long coat swinging, and his thumbs in the armholes of his waistcoat, ‘if a man should happen by any misfortune to find his own child in an inferior position—suppose she had been a housemaid instead of a board schoolmistress—should he have left her there? is that what you ladies think the right thing to do? Respect the delicate breeding of girls who have run about town for two or three seasons, and don’t bring the rustic14 Una here.’
‘The Una!’ said Mrs. Jenkinson. ‘Canon, when you are very excited, you always become extravagant15. Una was a princess, not a schoolmistress. Oh yes, of course, it’s all one in a fairy tale; but a Una, with a lover who comes and makes a disturbance——! And besides, everybody says she’s not their daughter—only a country girl to whom they took a fancy.’
‘A strange fancy on the wife’s part!’
‘I do wish you would be reasonable. The wife, of course, saw the difficulties, poor woman! Very likely she disapproved16 of all that romantic nonsense, adopting a stranger—if it had been a child even! but a grown-up girl with a lover. It has not been for her happiness either, poor thing. To have been left in her own sphere, and married, as she would naturally have done, would have been far better. I am sorry for her, and I am sorry for Mrs. Hayward. As for him, it is all his fault, and I have no patience with him,’ cried Mrs. Jenkinson. ‘You are quite right, Canon; he is an old fool.’
‘Still, I don’t see, if he had been Solomon, how he was to have left the poor little girl behind him when he had once found her. Do you?’
‘Canon,’ said Mrs. Jenkinson, with a dignified17 look of reproach, ‘I allow that you may be a partisan18; but don’t keep up that transparent19 fiction with me.
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The Canon said, ‘By!’ in an access of feeling, and with a fling which made the rectory ring. It is not permitted to a Churchman to swear: even By Jove! comes amiss with a clerical coat and gaiters; but the use of that innocent monosyllable can be forbidden to no one—the wealthy English language would fall to pieces without it. He said ‘By!’ making a fling round the room which caused every window in the old house to tremble, and then he came to a sudden stop in front of his wife, like a ship arrested in full sail. ‘Fiction!’ he said; ‘the girl’s the image of her mother. My brother Jim was in Hayward’s regiment20. I remember the poor thing, and the marriage, and all about it. Hayward behaved like a fool in that business too—he’ll probably wreck21 his daughter’s happiness now,—but mind you, Charlotte, there’s no fiction about it. You can say I said so. I mean to say so myself till I make the welkin ring—whatever that may be,’ he added, with a short laugh.
‘Oh, you’ll make the welkin ring, I don’t doubt, anyhow: but, of course, that’s strong evidence, Canon—if you stick to it.’
‘I’ll stick to it,’ Dr. Jenkinson said. ‘Poor little girl! I knew she’d get into trouble; but, my dear, if I were you, I’d go forth to all the tea-parties and sweep these cobwebs away.’
‘My dear, if I were you, I’d do it myself,’ said the lady. ‘You had better go now, while you are so hot, to Lady St. Clair’s.’
The Canon flung himself down in his study chair, once more making the rectory ring. He said something about tabbies and old cats, which a clerical authority ought not to have said, and then he informed his wife that he was writing his sermon—the sermon which she knew he had to preach before a Diocesan Conference. ‘I felt very much in the vein22 before you came in. I must try to gather together my scattered23 ideas.’
‘You don’t seem to have made much progress,’ said Mrs. Jenkinson, looking severely24 at a blank sheet of paper on the writing-table. The Canon uttered a low chuckle25 of conscious guilt26, and drew it towards him.
‘I’ll tell you what—I’ll give them a good rousing sermon on scandal and tea-parties.’
‘Oh, tea-parties! your clubs and things are worse than all the tea-parties in the world,’ said Mrs. Jenkinson, rising with dignity. The rectory was an old house, and very ready to creak and rattle27; but scarcely a window moved in its frame, or a board vibrated under her movements. The Canon’s lightest gesture, when he threw himself back in his chair, or pulled it forward in the heat of composition, made every timber thrill.
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Mrs. Jenkinson took her way with dainty steps along the road, where there were puddles28, for it had been raining, to Lady St. Clair’s. Now that the days were closing in, and winter approaching, the season of tea-parties had set in. The gardens were all bare and desolate29, not so much as a belated red geranium left in the beds. Everything naked and sodden30 with autumn rains. But in Lady St. Clair’s, who followed the fashion even in flowers, there was a sort of supernatural summer in the conservatory31, a many-coloured glow of chrysanthemums32 which lit up one side of her drawing-room. The day was mild, the fire was hot, and so was the tea; and the crowd of people in the warm room were hot too, in their unnecessary furs and wrappings, and disposed to be sour and out of temper. Lady Thompson had got a seat near the fire; she had a cup of tea in her hand; she was being served with hot tea-cake and muffins, and she wore a sealskin cloak trimmed with deep borders of another and still more costly33 fur. Her good-humoured countenance34 was crimson35, her breath came in gasps36. By her side sat Mrs. Sitwell, busy and eager. ‘Of course I was interested,’ said the parson’s wife. ‘A tale of true love. We ought all to do what we can for them. You, dear Lady Thompson, that have so much influence——’
‘I don’t think,’ said Lady St. Clair, with emphasis, ‘that anything of the kind should be asked from us. We have been made to receive a girl on false pretences37, who should never have been admitted among us. I always had a feeling about that girl. She was so gauche38. One could see she had been accustomed to no society. And my girls had quite the same feeling. It was instinctive39; one has a sort of creepy sensation just as when one rubs against some one in a crowd—some one who is not of one’s own class.’
‘I was always fond of ‘er,’ said Lady Thompson, in the middle of her muffin. ‘I never ‘ad no creepy feeling. If you ask my opinion, she’s a pretty dear.’
‘Oh,’ said Mrs. Sitwell, clasping her hands with enthusiasm, ‘everything, everything that has come out has been favourable40 to Joyce!’
‘Not to thrust herself into society on false pretences,’ said the eldest41 Miss St. Clair. ‘I really know nothing of her. I have been from home most of the summer; but to push her way among gentlepeople—a little schoolmistress! Why, Dolly and Daisy were very nearly making a friend of her!—a girl with these antecedents!’
‘It was dreadful cheek,’ said Dolly aforesaid.
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Miss Marsham, who had been pulling the lace round her thin wrists into tatters, here put forward a timid plea. ‘Oh, I am sure there was no thrusting herself forward! If there was anything, she was too shy—dear Joyce! She always said it was the schools she was interested in—from the first. Mrs. Sitwell, you remember, in Wombwell’s field.’
‘Oh,’ cried Mrs. Sitwell, ‘I never have said anything but praise of her. I think it is noble to work like that,—to exert yourself for your people. Her poor old parents were so poor, living in a wretched cottage upon oatmeal and I don’t know what messes, as the Scotch do. And she occupied herself to get them a little comfort in their old days. It was noble of her; everything is to Joyce’s credit—everything! Wild horses would not have drawn42 it out of me but for that.’
‘I never ‘ad no creepy feeling,’ said Lady Thompson, pulling at the velvet43 strings44 of her bonnet45 (which had been carefully pinned, poor woman, by a careful maid). ‘She’s always been as nice as nice to me.’
‘What seems very strange,’ said another of the company, ‘is that the Bellendeans, really nice people, who must have known all about it, should have countenanced46 such an imposition; and your little cousin, Lady St. Clair.’
‘Oh, Greta’s a mere47 child,—and you know the silly ways some girls have. They think it’s fine to take up people, and have a protégée out of their own class—bringing the rich and poor together, don’t you know—that’s what they say.’
‘They are so silly, all those revolutionary ways!’
‘And then Captain Bellendean, who should have known better, dangling48 after her everywhere—compromising the girl, I always said.’
‘Oh, we always knew,’ said Lady St. Clair, with a smile, ‘that nothing would come of that. A young man, of course, will take his amusement where he can find it—and if a girl allows herself to be compromised it is her own fault.’
‘The parents are most to blame, I think,’ another lady said.
‘The parents!’ said Miss St. Clair, with a laugh.
‘My dear Mrs. John—a mere matter of adoption49, and not a successful one. Mrs. Hayward, I believe, never approved of it. It was all the Colonel’s doing—a foolish fancy about a resemblance.’
‘And who was she, then, to begin with?’
‘A foundling—picked up by the roadside—adopted by some cottagers—the lowest of the low.
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‘Oh!’ cried Miss Marsham, behind backs, with a cry of pain. ‘Poor child, poor dear!—if it is so, it’s not her fault.’
Mrs. Sitwell had grown pale. She was not done up in velvet strings like Lady Thompson, who sat gasping50, making vain efforts to release herself, unable to speak. ‘I don’t think it is so bad as that. I never said—I was never told—only poor people, that was all—poor village people—very respectable. And everything to Joyce’s credit, or I never should have said a word.’
Mr. Sitwell and Mr. Bright had come in from one of their many services in the pause of awe51 which followed the severe statement of Joyce’s fabulous52 origin. ‘Who was that?’ said the curate, in Miss Dolly’s ear.
‘Oh, the girl at the Haywards’—don’t you know? You ought to know, for you saw a great deal of her in the summer. You ought to have found out all her secrets.’
‘I never pry53 into a lady’s secrets,’ said the curate.
‘Oh, don’t you just! But she turns out to be nothing and nobody, though they took her everywhere. Did you ever hear such awful cheek?’
‘I always tell you, Miss Dolly, human nature is so depraved—except in some exceptional cases,’ Mr. Bright said, with an ingratiating smile, bending over the young lady’s chair.
Mr. Sitwell asked the same question of the elder circle, standing54 up in the severity of his clerical coat amid the group of ladies. Two or three answered him at once.
‘It is Joyce, Austin,’ his wife said, in a faint voice.
‘It is Miss Hayward.’
‘It is,’ said Lady St. Clair, emphatically, ‘the young person—Colonel Hayward’s protégée—whose appearance has always been such a wonder to us.’
‘Dora,’ the parson said, in consternation55, ‘you never told me this.’
‘Oh no—oh no. I told Lady St. Clair so. It was not half so much, not half so much! only that they were poor people, quite respectable; and that Colonel Hayward recognised her directly. Didn’t I say so? I never, never meant it to be understood——’
‘Mrs. Sitwell evidently thinks—which is a pity—that all my information on the subject is derived56 from her,’ Lady St. Clair said. ‘She forgets that my husband is Scotch, and that we have many connections about the country. The story is no novelty to me.
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Lady Thompson could bear her dreadful position no longer. She stumbled from her seat, a mass of hot furs, and thrust her teacup into Mr. Sitwell’s hand. ‘Then how was it that Miss Dolly was nearly making a friend of ‘er?’ she cried. ‘Oh, let me get away from the fire—there’s a dear!’
This cry of anguish57 took something from the force of the strong point which the homely58 lady had made. A little bustle59 ensued, and general changing of places, in the midst of which Mrs. Jenkinson came in, full of the important contribution which her husband had made to the evidence on the subject. But she found the conclave60 breaking up, and had no opportunity of putting forth her testimony61. It was still discussed in corners. Mrs. Sitwell, quite pale, and very eager and demonstrative, stood under her husband’s shadow, who looked exceedingly severe and grave, making explanations to two ladies aside; and Lady Thompson had been led into the conservatory to recover, where she had been joined by Miss Marsham. These two poor women were in a great state of emotion and excitement. It was not tears, indeed, which the soap-boiler’s wife was wiping from her crimson forehead. Yet she was all but crying, too.
‘I took a fancy to ‘er the first day. If she ain’t a lady, Miss Marsham, dear, I don’t know when I ‘ave seen one,’ Lady Thompson said.
‘Oh, poor dear! poor dear! If she has made a sacrifice for the sake of her people, who could blame her?’ the other gentle creature cried, with sniffs62 and sobs63. They were the helpless ones who could not affect society—even the suburban64 society which was led by Lady St. Clair.
Lady Thompson had loosed her great cloak: the coolness of the conservatory gave her courage. ‘How can we help ‘er?’ she said. ‘Me and Sir Sam would do anything. And I don’t believe—not one word. Not one word!’ she repeated with emphasis—‘as them cats says.’ She was vulgar, it could not be denied, but her heart was in the right place.
Miss Marsham, poor lady, was not vulgar at all. She could not refuse to believe what was told her, being incapable65 of understanding how anybody could, as she said, ‘Look her in the face’ and tell a lie—a characteristic which the school children and the people in her district knew and worked pitilessly. ‘Oh, poor dear! poor dear!’ she said, ‘I for one would never, never blame her. There is nothing in the world so natural as to sacrifice yourself, if it’s to do anybody any good. I understand her,’ said the good
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woman. ‘I am sure there’s been nothing wrong in it. But, oh, I don’t know in the least what to do.’
Lady St. Clair, however, was talking of other things among her guests, who had begun to disperse66, and there was no opportunity for Mrs. Jenkinson. This roused that lady to a wholesome67 sense of opposition68, and a growing determination to interfere69.
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