“It is a most unfortunate piece of good fortune this that has befallen Mrs Gaff,” said Mr George Stuart, “a very unfortunate thing indeed.”
“Dear me, do you think so? Now I don’t agree with you at all, brother,” observed Miss Peppy. “I think that good fortune is always good fortune, and never can be bad fortune. I wish it would only come to me sometimes, but it never does, and when it does it never remains2 long. Only think how she’ll flaunt3 about now, with a coach-and-four perhaps, and such like. I really think that fortune made a mistake in this case, for she has been used to such mean ways, not that I mean anything bad by mean, you know, but only low and common, including food and domestic habits, as well as society, that—that—dear me, I don’t exactly know how to express myself, but it’s a puzzle to me to know how she’ll ever come to be able to spend it all, indeed it is. I wonder why we are subjected to such surprises so constantly, and then it’s so perplexing too, because one will never be able to remember that she’s not a fisherwoman as she used to be, and will call her Jessie in spite of one’s-self; and how it ever came about, that’s another puzzle. But after all there is no accounting4 for the surprising way in which things do come about, dear me, in this altogether unaccountable world. Take a little more soup, Captain Bingley?”
The above observations were made by Miss Peppy and my friend Stuart, from the head and foot respectively of their dinner-table, around which were assembled my wife, my niece Lizzie Gordon, an elderly spinster named Miss Eve Flouncer, a Miss Martha Puff5, (niece to Miss Flouncer), a baronet named Sir Richard Doles6, my son Gildart, and Kenneth Stuart.
I was seated beside Miss Peppy, opposite to Sir Richard Doles, who was one of the slowest, dullest, stupidest men I ever met with. He appeared to me to have been born without any intellect. When he told a story there was no end to it, indeed there seldom was anything worthy7 the name of a beginning to it, and it never by the remotest chance had any point.
In virtue8 of his rank, not his capacity of course, Sir Richard was in great demand in Wreckumoft. He was chairman at every public meeting; honorary member of every society; a director in the bank, the insurance company, the railway, the poorhouse, and the Sailors’ Home; in all of which positions and institutions he was a positive nuisance, because of his insane determination to speak as long as possible, when he had not the remotest notion of what he wished to say, so that business was in his presence brought almost to a dead lock. Yet Sir Richard was tolerated; nay9, courted and toadied10, because of his title.
My wife was seated opposite to Miss Eve Flouncer, who was one of the strong-minded women. Indeed, I think it is but just to say of her that she was one of the strongest-minded women in the town. In her presence the strength of Mrs Bingley’s mind dwindled11 down to comparative weakness. In form she was swan-like, undulatory, so to speak. Her features were prononcé; nose, aquiline12; eyes, piercing; hair, black as night, and in long ringlets.
Miss Flouncer was, as I have said, an elderly spinster. Sir Richard was an elderly bachelor. Miss Flouncer thought of this, and often sighed. Sir Richard didn’t think of it, and never sighed, except when, having finished a good dinner, he felt that he could eat no more. By the way, he also sighed at philanthropic meetings when cases of distress13 were related, such as sudden bereavement14, coupled, perhaps, with sickness and deep poverty. But Sir Richard’s sighs were all his contributions to the cause of suffering humanity. Sometimes, indeed, he gave it his blessing15, though it would have puzzled the deepest philosopher to have said what that consisted in, but he never gave it his prayers, for this reason, that he never prayed for himself or anybody else. He held that this world was in a sufficiently16 satisfactory condition, and advised that men should let well alone, and contended that any attempt to interfere17 with its arrangements in the way of prayer was quite indefensible. He did indeed read his prayers in church on Sundays, in a very loud and distinct voice, to the great annoyance18 and distraction19, not to say irritation20, of all who sat within fifty yards of him, but this he regarded as a commendable21 institution of the country. But to return to Miss Flouncer.
This state of affairs between Sir Richard and herself did not augur22 much for her prospects23; but then she was a very strong-minded woman, and had hopes; whereas Sir Richard was a very weak-minded man, and had no hopes of any kind worth mentioning, being perfectly24 satisfied—good, easy man—with things as they then stood.
Miss Martha Puff was niece to Miss Flouncer—age apparently25 sixteen. It struck me, as I sat looking at her placid26 face, that this young lady was well named. Her pink round visage was puffed27 up with something so soft that I could scarcely venture to call it fat. Her round soft arms were so puffy to look at, that one could not help fearing that an accidental prick28 from a pin would burst the skin and let them out. She seemed so like trifle in her pink muslin dress, that I could imagine a puff of wind blowing her away altogether. She could not be said to be puffed up with conceit29, poor girl; but she dined almost exclusively on puff paste, to the evident satisfaction of my gallant30 son Gildart, who paid her marked attention during dinner.
Miss Puff never spoke31 except when spoken to, never asked for anything, never remarked upon anything, did not seem to care for anything, (puff paste excepted), and never thought of anything, as far as I could judge from the expression of her countenance32. Gildart might as well have had a wax doll to entertain.
“To what unfortunate piece of good fortune does your brother refer, Miss Stuart?” asked Sir Richard when Miss Peppy had concluded her observations in regard to it.
“Is it possible that you have not heard of it?” exclaimed Miss Peppy in surprise. “Why, the town has been ringing with it for a fortnight at least, and those odious33 creatures, the gossips, (who never come near me, however, because they know I will not tolerate them), have got up all sorts of wild stories, showing that the man must have got the money by foul34 means, though I don’t know, I’m sure, why he shouldn’t have got a surprise as well as anybody else, for the unaccountable and astonishing way in which things do happen in this world, at least to human beings, for I do not believe that cows or sheep or horses ever experience them; the want of expression on their faces shows that, at all events they never leave their offspring at people’s doors, and then go away without—”
“You’d better tell Sir Richard what piece of news you refer to, my dear,” interrupted Mr Stuart, somewhat testily35.
“Ah yes, I was forgetting—(a little more fowl36, Captain Bingley? May I trouble you again, Sir Richard? thank you—a leg, if you please, I know that the Captain prefers a leg)—well, as I was saying—let me see, what was I saying?”
“You had only got the length of forgetting, ma’am,” observed the baronet.
“Ah, to be sure, I was forgetting to tell you that Mrs Gaff has fallen heir to ten thousand pounds.”
Sir Richard exclaimed, with an appearance of what might have been mistaken for surprise on his face, “Indeed!”
Miss Flouncer, to whom the news was also fresh, exclaimed, “You don’t say so!” with strong emphasis, and an immensely swan-like undulation of her body.
“Indeed I do,” continued Miss Peppy with much animation37; “Mrs Gaff, the fisherman’s wife, has got a fortune left her amounting to ten thousand pounds, which, at five per something or other, as my brother tells me, yields an annual income of 500 pounds.”
“But who left it to her, and how?” asked Sir Richard.
“Ah, who left it, and how?” echoed Miss Flouncer.
“What a jolly thing to be left five hundred a year!” whispered Gildart. “Wouldn’t you like some one to leave that to you, Miss Puff?”
“Yes,” said Miss Puff.
“Have you any rich East Indian uncle or aunt who is likely to do it?” inquired Gildart with a desperate attempt at jocularity.
“No,” answered Miss Puff.
These two words—yes and no—were the utmost extent to which Miss Puff had yet ventured into the dreaded38 sea of conversation. I could perceive by the fagged expression of his face that the middy was beginning to lose heart.
“Brother,” said Miss Peppy, “you had better tell Sir Richard how it happened. I have such a memory—I really don’t remember the details. I never could remember details of anything. Indeed I have often wondered why details were sent into this world to worry one so. It is so surprising and unaccountable. Surely we might have got on quite well without them.”
“Well, you know,” observed Gildart in a burst of reckless humour, “we could not get on very well, Miss Stuart, without some sorts of details. Ox-tails, for instance, are absolutely necessary to the soup which we have just enjoyed so much. So, in like manner, are pig-tails to Chinamen.”
“Ay, and coat-tails to puppies,” added Kenneth slyly, alluding39 to a bran new garment which the middy had mounted that day for the first time.
“Perhaps,” interposed Miss Flouncer, “after such bright coruscations of wit, Mr Stuart may be allowed to go on with his—”
“Wittles,” whispered Gildart in Miss Puff’s ear, to the alarm of that young lady, who, being addicted40 to suppressed laughter, was in horror lest she should have a fit.
“Allowed to go on,” repeated Miss Flouncer blandly41, “with his tale of this unfortunate piece of good fortune, which I am sure Sir Richard is dying to hear.”
“It can hardly be called a tale,” said Mr Stuart, “but it is a curious enough circumstance. You remember Stephen Gaff, Sir Richard?”
“Perfectly. He is the man who appeared in the village of Cove42 rather mysteriously some months ago, is he not?”
“The same,” returned Mr Stuart; “and it was he who accompanied Haco Barepoles in my sloop43, which he persists in naming the ‘Coffin,’ although its proper name is the ‘Betsy Jane,’ on that memorable44 voyage when Haco sailed her into port on the larboard tack45 after she had been cut down to the water’s edge on the starboard side. Well, it seems that Gaff went with him on that occasion in consequence of having received a letter from a London lawyer asking him to call, and he would hear something to his advantage.
“You all know the way in which the people were taken out of the sloop by the steamer which ran into her, and how they were all landed safely except Gaff and his son William, who were carried away to sea. You are aware, also, that the steamer has since then returned to England, telling us that Gaff and his boy were put on board a barque bound for Liverpool, and that this vessel46 has never made its appearance, so that we have reason to believe that it has perished in one of the great storms which occurred about that time.
“Well,” continued Mr Stuart, helping47 Mrs Bingley to a glass of sherry, “not long ago I had occasion to send Haco Barepoles to London, and he bethought him of the lawyer who had written to Gaff, so he called on him and told him of his friend’s disappearance48. The lawyer then asked if Gaff’s wife was alive, and on being informed that she was, he told Haco that Gaff had had a brother in Australia who had been a very successful gold digger, but whose health had broken down owing to the severity of the work, and he had left the diggings and gone to Melbourne, where he died. Before his death this brother made a will, leaving the whole of his fortune to Stephen. The will stated that, in the event of Stephen being dead, or at sea on a long voyage, the money should be handed over unconditionally49 to his wife. About three weeks ago the lawyer came here to see Mrs Gaff, and make arrangements and inquiries50, and in the course of a short time this poor woman will be in possession of ten thousand pounds.”
“It will be the ruin of her, I fear,” said Sir Richard.
“No doubt of it,” observed Miss Flouncer, emphatically.
“It is always the way,” said my wife.
“D’ye think it would ruin you?” whispered Gildart.
This being an impertinent question, Miss Puff blushed, and made no reply.
“You need not be at all afraid of Mrs Gaff being ruined by prosperity,” said Lizzie Gordon, with sudden animation. “I have seen a good deal of her during her recent sorrows, and I am quite sure that she is a good sensible woman.”
“What sorrows do you refer to, Miss Gordon?” asked Sir Richard.
“To her husband and son’s sudden disappearance, and the death of her brother-in-law John Furby,” replied Lizzie. “Uncle, you can tell more about the matter than I can.”
“Yes,” said I; “it has been my lot to witness a good many cases of distress in my capacity of agent for the Shipwrecked Mariners’ Society, and I can answer for it that this has been a very severe one, and the poor woman has borne up against it with Christian51 fortitude52.”
“How did it happen? Pray do tell us about it,” cried Miss Flouncer, with an undulating smile.
“How does it happen, Miss Flouncer, that you are not already acquainted with these things?”
“Because I have been absent from home for more than two months, and, if I mistake not, Sir Richard’s ignorance rests on somewhat similar foundation.”
Miss Flouncer smiled and undulated towards the baronet, who, being thus pointedly53 appealed to, smiled and bowed in return, and begged that I would relate the facts of the case.
I observed that my son Gildart pressed Miss Puff to attempt another tart54, and whispered something impertinent in her ear, for the poor thing’s pink round face suddenly became scarlet55, and she puffed out in a dangerously explosive manner with suppressed laughter.
“Well then,” said I, addressing myself to Miss Flouncer, “a month or so before the lawyer brought Mrs Gaff tidings of her good fortune, her brother-in-law John Furby was drowned. The brave fellow, who, you are aware, was coxswain of our lifeboat, and has helped to save many a life since he was appointed to that post of danger, went off in his own fishing-boat one day. A squall upset the boat, and although the accident was seen from the shore, and several boats put off at once to the rescue, four of the crew perished, and Furby was one of these.
“The scene in Gaff’s cottage when the body was carried in and laid on the bed, was heartrending for the woe56 occasioned to poor Mrs Gaff by the recent loss of her husband and little boy was, as it were, poured upon her head afresh, and for some time she was inconsolable. My good niece went frequently to read the Bible and pray with her, and I believe it was the blessed influence of God’s word that brought her at length to a state of calm resignation. What made her case worse was the fact, that, both husband and brother-in-law being taken away, she was left in a state of absolute destitution57. Now, at this point she began to feel the value of the noble institution of which I have the happiness of being an honorary agent—I mean the Shipwrecked Fishermen and Mariners’ Society. Poor Furby had been a member for several years, and regularly paid his annual sum of three shillings. Stephen Gaff had also become a member, just before starting on his last voyage, having been persuaded thereto by Haco Barepoles, who is a stanch58 adherent59 and advocate of our cause. Many a sailor has Haco brought to me to enrol60 as a member, and many a widow and fatherless child has had occasion to thank God that he did so. Although Gaff had only paid his first year’s contribution of three shillings, I took upon me to give the sum of 5 pounds to Mrs Gaff and her little girl, and the further sum of 3 pounds because of Furby’s membership. This sum was quite sufficient to relieve her from want at the time, so that, in the midst of her deep affliction, she was spared the additional pains and anxieties of destitution.”
“The society is a most noble one,” said Miss Flouncer, with a burst of enthusiasm.
“It is,” said I, much pleased with her warmth of manner; “I think—at least if my memory does not play me false—you are a contributor to its funds, are you not?”
“Well, a—no. I have not the pleasure—a—”
Miss Flouncer was evidently a little put out.
“Then I trust, my dear madam,” said I, hasting to her relief by affording her an opportunity of being generous, “that you will allow me to put down your name as an annual subscriber61.”
Miss Flouncer, being a very strong-minded woman, had recovered herself very suddenly, and replied with calm deliberation, accompanied by an undulation—
“No, Captain Bingley, I have made it a rule never to give charity from impulse; I always give, when I do give—”
“Ahem!” coughed Gildart slightly.
“When I do give,” repeated Miss Flouncer, “from principle, and after a careful examination of the merits of each particular case.”
“Indeed!” said Sir Richard, with an appearance of faint surprise; “what a bore you must find the examination of the cases!”
“By no means, Sir Richard. Very little time suffices for each case, for many of them, I find, almost intuitively, merit dismissal on the spot; and I assure you it saves a great deal of money. You would be surprised if you knew how little I find it necessary to give away in charity in the course of the year.”
Miss Flouncer undulated at Sir Richard as she gave utterance62 to this noble sentiment, and Mrs Bingley applauded it to Mr Stuart, who took no notice of the applause, and indicated no opinion on the point whatever.
“Now,” continued Miss Flouncer, firmly, “before I become a subscriber to your society, Captain Bingley. I must be quite certain that it accomplishes much good, that it is worthy of support.”
Being somewhat fired by the doubt that was implied in this speech, I replied with warmth—
“My dear madam, nothing will gratify me more than to enlighten you.”
Hereupon I began an address, the substance of which is set down in the following chapter.
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