‘I shall be down in a few minutes, Jane; I’ll have breakfast with you.’
It was long since he had risen at this hour. His voice sounded less like that of an old man, and, in spite of his calling her by her name, she felt the tone to be severe. When he reached the parlour he did not offer to take her hand, and she feared to approach him. She saw that his features bore the mark of sleeplessness2. Hers, poor girl! were yet more woeful in their pallor.
Through the meal he affected3 to occupy himself with the book Miss Lant had sent — the sight of which was intolerable to Jane. And not for a full hour did he speak anything but casual words. Jane had taken her sewing; unexpectedly he addressed her.
‘Let’s have a word or two together, Jane. I think we ought to, oughtn’t we?’
She forced herself to regard him.
‘I think you meant what you said last night?’
‘Grandfather, I will do whatever you bid me. I’ll do it faithfully. I was ungrateful. I feel ashamed to have spoken so.’
‘That’s nothing to do with it, Jane. You’re not ungrateful; anything but that. But I’ve had a night to think over your words. You couldn’t speak like that if you weren’t driven to it by the strongest feeling you ever knew or will know. I hadn’t thought of it in that way; I hadn’t thought of you in that way.’
He began gently, but in the last words was a touch of reproof5, almost of scorn. He gazed at her from under his grey eyebrows6, perhaps hoping to elicit7 some resistance of her spirit, some sign of strength that would help him to reconstruct his shattered ideal.
‘Grandfather, I’ll try with all my strength to be what you wish — I will!’
‘And suppose the strength isn’t sufficient, child?’
Even in her humility8 she could not but feel that this was unjust. Had she ever boasted? Had she ever done more than promise tremblingly what he demanded? But the fear was legitimate9. A weak thing, all but heart-broken, could she hope to tread firmly in any difficult path? She hung her head, making no answer.
He examined her, seeming to measure the slightness of her frame. Sad, unutterably sad, was the deep breath he drew as he turned his eyes away again.
‘Do you feel well this morning, Jane?’
‘Yes, grandfather.’
‘Have you slept?’
‘I couldn’t, You were grieving about me. I hoped never to have disappointed you.’
He fell into reverie. Was he thinking of that poor wife of his, dead long, long ago, the well-meaning girl of whom he had expected impossible things? A second time had he thus erred10, no longer with the excuse of inexperience and hot blood. That cry of Jane’s had made its way to his heart. An enthusiast11, he was yet capable of seeing by the common light of day, when his affections were deeply stirred. And in the night he had pondered much over his son’s behaviour. Was he being deceived in that quarter also, and there intentionally12? Did Joseph know this child better than he had done, and calculate upon her weakness? The shock, instead of disabling him, had caused a revival13 of his strength. He could walk more firmly this morning than at any time since his accident. His brain was clear and active; he knew that it behoved him to reconsider all he had been doing, and that quickly, ere it was too late. He must even forget that aching of the heart until he had leisure to indulge it.
‘You shan’t disappoint me, my dear,’ he said gravely. ‘It’s my own fault if I don’t take your kindness as you mean it. I have to go out, Jane, but I shall be back to dinner. Perhaps we’ll talk again afterwards.’
Of late, on the rare occasions of his leaving the house, he had always told her where he was going, and for what purpose; Jane understood that this confidence was at an end. When he was gone she found occupation for a short time, but presently could only sit over the fire, nursing her many griefs. She was no longer deemed worthy14 of confidence; worse than that, she had no more faith in herself. If Sidney learnt what had happened he could not even retain his respect for her. In this way she thought of it, judging Kirkwood by the ideal standard, which fortunately is so unlike human nature; taking it for granted — so oppressed was her mind by the habit of dwelling15 on artificial motives17 — that he only liked her because he had believed her strong in purpose, forgetting altogether that his love had grown before he was aware that anything unusual was required of her. She did remember, indeed, that it was only the depth of her love for him which had caused her disgrace; but, even if he came to understand that, it would not, she feared, weigh in her favour against his judgment18.
It was the natural result of the influences to which she had been subjected. Her mind, overwrought by resolute19 contemplation of ideas beyond its scope, her gentle nature bent20 beneath a burden of duty to which it was unequal, and taught to consider with painful solemnity those impulses of kindness which would otherwise have been merely the simple joys of life, she had come to distrust every instinct which did not subserve the supreme21 purpose. Even of Sidney’s conduct she could not reason in a natural way. Instinct would have bidden her reproach him, though ever so gently; was it well done to draw away when he must have known how she looked for his aid? Her artificial self urged, on the other hand, that he had not acted thus without some gravely considered motive16. What it was she could not pretend to divine; her faith in his nobleness overcame every perplexity. Of the persons constituting this little group and playing their several parts, she alone had fallen altogether below what was expected of her. As humble22 now as in the days of her serfdom, Jane was incapable23 of revolting against the tyranny of circumstances. Life had grown very hard for her again, but she believed that this was to a great extent her own fault, the outcome of her own unworthy weakness.
At Michael’s return she did her best to betray no idle despondency. Their midday meal was almost as silent as breakfast had been; his eyes avoided her, and frequently he lost himself in thought. As he was rising from the table Jane observed an unsteadiness in his movement; he shook his head mechanically and leaned forward on both his hands, as if feeling giddy. She approached him, but did not venture to speak.
‘I’ll go upstairs,’ he said, having sighed slightly.
‘May I come and read to you, grandfather?’
‘Not just now, Jane. Go out whilst it’s a bit fine.’
He went from the room, still with an unsteady walk. Reaching his own room, where there was a cheerful fire, he sat down, and remained for a long time unoccupied, save with his reflections. This chamber24 had scarcely changed in a detail of its arrangement since he first came to inhabit it. There was the chair which Sidney always used, and that on which Jane had sat since she was the silent, frail25 child of thirteen. Here had his vision taken form, growing more definite with the growth of his granddaughter, seeming to become at length a splendid reality. What talk had been held here between Kirkwood and himself whilst Jane listened! All gone into silence; gone, too, the hope it had encouraged.
He was weary after the morning’s absence from home, and fell into a light slumber26. Dreams troubled him. First he found himself in Australia; he heard again the sudden news of his son’s death; the shook awoke him. Another dozing27 fit, and he was a young man with a wife and children to support; haunted with the fear of coming to want; harsh, unreasonable28 in his exactions at home. Something like a large black coffin29 came into his dream, and in dread30 of it he again returned to consciousness.
All night he had been thinking of the dark story of long ago — his wife’s form motionless on the bed — the bottle which told him what had happened. Why must that memory revive to trouble his last days? Part of his zeal31 for the great project had come of a feeling that he might thus in some degree repair his former ill-doing; Jane would be a providence32 to many hapless women whose burden was as heavy as his own wife’s had been, Must he abandon that solace33? In any case he could bestow34 his money for charitable purposes, but it would not be the same, it would not effect what he had aimed at.
Late in the afternoon he drew from the inner pocket of his coat a long envelope and took thence a folded paper. It was covered with clerkly writing, which he perused35 several times. At length he tore the paper slowly across the middle, again tore the fragments, and threw them on to the fire . . . .
Jane obeyed her grandfather’s word and went out for an hour. She wished for news of Pennyloaf, who had been ill, and was now very near the time of her confinement36. At the door of the house in Merlin Place she was surprised to encounter Bob Hewett, who stood in a lounging attitude; he had never appeared to her so disreputable — not that his clothes were worse than usual, but his face and hands were dirty, and the former was set in a hang-dog look.
‘Is your wife upstairs, Mr. Hewett?’ Jane asked, when he had nodded sullenly37 in reply to her greeting.
‘Yes; and somebody else too as could have been dispensed38 with. There’s another mouth to feed.’
‘No, there ain’t,’ cried a woman’s voice just behind him.
Jane recognised the speaker, a Mrs. Griffin, who lived in the house and was neighbourly to Pennyloaf.
‘There ain’t?’ inquired Bob, gruffly.
‘The child’s dead.’
‘Thank goodness for that, any way!’
Mrs. Griffin explained to Jane that the birth had taken place twelve hours ago. Pennyloaf was ‘very low,’ but not in a state to cause anxiety; perhaps it would be better for Jane to wait until tomorrow before seeing her.
‘She didn’t say “thank goodness,” added the woman, with a scornful glance at Bob, ‘but I don’t think she’s over sorry as it’s gone, an’ small blame to her. There’s some people as doesn’t care much what sort o’ times she has — not meanin’ you, Miss, but them as had ought to care.’
Bob looked more disreputable than ever. His eyes were fixed39 on Jane, and with such a singular expression that the latter, meeting their gaze, felt startled, she did not know why. At the same moment he stepped down from the threshold and walked away without speaking.
‘I shouldn’t care to have him for a ‘usband,’ pursued Mrs. Griffin. ‘Of course he must go an’ lose his work, just when his wife’s wantin’ a few little extries, as you may say.’
‘Lost his work?’
‘Day ‘fore yes’day. I don’t like him, an’ I don’t like his ways; he’ll be gettin’ into trouble before long, you mind what I say. His family’s a queer lot, ‘cordin’ to what they tell. Do you know them, Miss?’
‘I used to, a long time ago.’
‘You knew his sister — her as is come ‘ome?’
‘His sister?’
‘Her as was a actress. Mrs. Bannister was tellin’ me only last night; she had it from Mrs. Horrocks, as heard from a friend of hers as lives in the Farrin’don Buildin’s, where the Hewetts lives too. They tell me it was in the Sunday paper, though I don’t remember nothing about it at the time. It seems as how a woman threw vitrol over her an’ burnt her face so as there’s no knowin’ her, an’ she goes about with a veil, an’ ‘cause she can’t get her own livin’ no more, of course she’s come back ‘ome, for all she ran away an’ disgraced herself shameful40.’
Jane gazed fixedly41 at the speaker, scarcely able to gather the sense of what was said.
‘Miss Hewett, you mean? Mr. Hewett’s eldest42 daughter?’
‘So I understand.’
‘She has come home? When?’
‘I can’t just say; but a few weeks ago, I believe. They say it’s nearly two months since it was in the paper.’
‘Does Mrs. Hewett know about it?’
‘I can’t say. She’s never spoke4 to me as if she did. And, as I tell you, I only heard yes’day myself. If you’re a friend of theirs, p’r’aps I hadn’t oughtn’t to a’ mentioned it. It just come to my lips in the way o’ tallin’. Of course I don’t know nothin’ about the young woman myself; it’s only what you comes to ‘ear in the way o’ talkin’, you know.’
This apology was doubtless produced by the listener’s troubled countenance43. Jane asked no further question, but said she would come to see Pennyloaf on the morrow, and so took her leave.
At ten o’clock next morning, just when Jane was preparing for her visit to Merlin Place, so possessed44 with anxiety to ascertain45 if Pennyloaf knew anything about Clara Hewett that all her troubles were for the moment in the back ground, Bessie Byass came running upstairs with a strange announcement. Sidney Kirkwood had called, and wished to see Miss Snowdon in private for a few minutes.
‘Something must have happened,’ said Jane, her heart standing46 still.
Bessie had a significant smile, but suppressed it when she noticed the agitation47 into which her friend was fallen.
‘Shall I ask him up into the front room?’
Michael was in his own chamber, which he had not left this morning. On going to the parlour Jane found her visitor standing in expectancy48. Yes, something had happened; it needed but to look at him to be convinced of that. And before a word was spoken Jane knew that his coming had reference to Clara Hewett, knew it with the strangest certainty.
‘I didn’t go to work this morning,’ Sidney began, ‘because I was very anxious to see you — alone. I have something to speak about — to tell you.’
‘Let us sit down.’
Sidney waited till he met her look; she regarded him without self-consciousness, without any effort to conceal49 her agitated50 interest.
‘You see young Hewett and his wife sometimes. Have you heard from either of them that Clara Hewett is living with her father again?’
‘Not from them. A person in their house spoke about it yesterday. It was the first I had heard.’
‘Spoke of Miss Hewett? In a gossiping way, do you mean?’
‘Yes.’
‘Then you know what has happened to her?’
‘If the woman told the truth.’
There was silence.
‘Miss Snowdon —’
‘Oh, I don’t like you to speak so. You used to call me Jane.’
He looked at her in distress51. She had spoken impulsively52, but not with the kind of emotion the words seem to imply. It was for his sake, not for hers, that she broke that formal speech.
‘You called me so when I was a child, Mr. Kirkwood,’ she continued, smiling for all she was so pale. ‘It sounds as if something had altered. You’re my oldest friend, and won’t you always be so? Whatever you’re going to tell me, surely it doesn’t prevent us from being friends, just the same as always?’
He had not seen her in her weakness, the night before last. As little as he could imagine that, was he able to estimate the strength with which she now redeemed53 her womanly dignity. His face told her what he had to disclose. No question now of proving herself superior to common feelings; it was Sidney who made appeal to her, and her heart went forth54 to grant him all he desired.
‘Jane — dear, good Jane — you remember what I said to you in the garden at Danbury — that I had forgotten her. I thought it was true. But you know what a terrible thing has befallen her. I should be less than a man if I could say that she is nothing to me.’
‘Have you spoken to her?’
‘I have asked her to be my wife. Jane, if I had come to you yesterday, before going to her, and had told you what I meant to do, and explained all I felt, how the love of years ago had grown in me again, wouldn’t you have given me a friendly hand?’
‘Just like I do now. Do you think I have forgotten one night when she stood by me and saved me from cruel treatment, and then nursed me when I fell ill?’
Neither of them had the habit of making long speeches. They understood each other — very nearly; sufficiently55, at all events, to make the bond of sympathy between them stronger than ever. Jane was misled a little, for she thought that here was the explanation of Sidney’s withdrawing his word to her grandfather; doubtless he heard of the calamity56 when it happened. But on a more essential point she fell into no misconception. Did Sidney desire that she should?
He held her hand until she gently drew it away.
‘You will go up and tell grandfather,’ she said, gravely; then added, before he could speak, ‘But I’ll just see him first for a minute. He hasn’t been out of his room this morning yet. Please wait here.’
She left him, and Sidney fell back on his chair, woebegone, distracted.
Michael, brooding sorrowfully, at first paid no heed57 to Jane when she entered his room. It was not long since he had risen, and his simple breakfast, scarcely touched, was still on the table.
‘Grandfather, Mr. Kirkwood is here, and wishes to speak to you.’
He collected himself, and, regarding her, became aware that she was strongly moved.
‘Wishes to see me, Jane? Then I suppose he came to see you first?’
Prepared now for anything unexpected, feeling that the links between himself and these young people were artificial, and that he could but watch, as if from a distance, the course of their lives, his first supposition was, that Sidney had again altered his mind. He spoke coldly, and had little inclination58 for the interview.
‘Yes,’ Jane replied, ‘he came to see me, but only to tell me that he is going to be married.’
His wrinkled face slowly gathered an expression of surprise.
‘He will tell you who it is; he will explain. But I wanted to speak to you first. Grandfather, I was afraid yea might say something about me. Will you — will you forget my foolishness? Will you think of me as you did before? When he has spoken to you, you will understand why I am content to put everything out of my mind, everything you and I talked of. But I couldn’t bear for him to know how I have disappointed you. Will you let me be all I was to you before? Will you trust me again, grandfather? You haven’t spoken to him yet about me, have you?’
Michael shook his head.
‘Then you will let it be as if nothing had happened? Grandfather —’
She bent beside him and took his hand. Michael looked at her with a light once more in his eyes.
‘Tell him to come. He shall hear nothing from me, Jane.’
‘And you will try to forget it?’
‘I wish nothing better. Tell him to come here, my child. When he’s gone we’ll talk together again.’
The interview did not last long, and Sidney left the house without seeing Jane a second time.
She would have promised anything now. Seeing that life had but one path of happiness for her, the path hopelessly closed, what did it matter by which of the innumerable other ways she accomplished59 her sad journey? For an instant, whilst Sidney was still speaking, she caught a gleam of hope in renunciation itself, the kind of strength which idealism is fond of attributing to noble natures. A gleam only, and deceptive60; she knew it too well after the day spent by her grandfather’s side, encouraging, at the expense of her heart’s blood, all his revived faith in her. But she would not again give way. The old man should reap fruit of her gratitude61 and Sidney should never suspect how nearly she had proved herself unworthy of his high opinion.
She had dreamed her dream, and on awaking must be content to take up the day’s duties. Just in the same way, when she was a child at Mrs. Peckover’s, did not sleep often bring a vision of happiness, of freedom from bitter tasks, and had she not to wake in the miserable62 mornings, trembling lest she had lain too long? Her condition was greatly better than then, so much better that it seemed wicked folly63 to lament64 because one joy was not granted her. — Why, in the meantime she had forgotten all about Pennyloaf. That visit must be paid the first thing this morning.
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