The noble lady’s condition on these delightful7 occasions was one compounded of heroic endurance and heroic forgiveness. Lurid8 indications of the better marriages she might have made, shone athwart the awful gloom of her composure, and fitfully revealed the cherub9 as a little monster unaccountably favoured by Heaven, who had possessed10 himself of a blessing11 for which many of his superiors had sued and contended in vain. So firmly had this his position towards his treasure become established, that when the anniversary arrived, it always found him in an apologetic state. It is not impossible that his modest penitence12 may have even gone the length of sometimes severely13 reproving him for that he ever took the liberty of making so exalted14 a character his wife.
As for the children of the union, their experience of these festivals had been sufficiently15 uncomfortable to lead them annually16 to wish, when out of their tenderest years, either that Ma had married somebody else instead of much-teased Pa, or that Pa had married somebody else instead of Ma. When there came to be but two sisters left at home, the daring mind of Bella on the next of these occasions scaled the height of wondering with droll17 vexation ‘what on earth Pa ever could have seen in Ma, to induce him to make such a little fool of himself as to ask her to have him.’
The revolving18 year now bringing the day round in its orderly sequence, Bella arrived in the Boffin chariot to assist at the celebration. It was the family custom when the day recurred19, to sacrifice a pair of fowls20 on the altar of Hymen; and Bella had sent a note beforehand, to intimate that she would bring the votive offering with her. So, Bella and the fowls, by the united energies of two horses, two men, four wheels, and a plum-pudding carriage dog with as uncomfortable a collar on as if he had been George the Fourth, were deposited at the door of the parental21 dwelling22. They were there received by Mrs Wilfer in person, whose dignity on this, as on most special occasions, was heightened by a mysterious toothache.
‘I shall not require the carriage at night,’ said Bella. ‘I shall walk back.’
The male domestic of Mrs Boffin touched his hat, and in the act of departure had an awful glare bestowed23 upon him by Mrs Wilfer, intended to carry deep into his audacious soul the assurance that, whatever his private suspicions might be, male domestics in livery were no rarity there.
‘Well, dear Ma,’ said Bella, ‘and how do you do?’
‘I am as well, Bella,’ replied Mrs Wilfer, ‘as can be expected.’
‘Dear me, Ma,’ said Bella; ‘you talk as if one was just born!’
‘That’s exactly what Ma has been doing,’ interposed Lavvy, over the maternal24 shoulder, ‘ever since we got up this morning. It’s all very well to laugh, Bella, but anything more exasperating25 it is impossible to conceive.’
Mrs Wilfer, with a look too full of majesty26 to be accompanied by any words, attended both her daughters to the kitchen, where the sacrifice was to be prepared.
‘Mr Rokesmith,’ said she, resignedly, ‘has been so polite as to place his sitting-room27 at our disposal to-day. You will therefore, Bella, be entertained in the humble28 abode29 of your parents, so far in accordance with your present style of living, that there will be a drawing-room for your reception as well as a dining-room. Your papa invited Mr Rokesmith to partake of our lowly fare. In excusing himself on account of a particular engagement, he offered the use of his apartment.’
Bella happened to know that he had no engagement out of his own room at Mr Boffin’s, but she approved of his staying away. ‘We should only have put one another out of countenance30,’ she thought, ‘and we do that quite often enough as it is.’
Yet she had sufficient curiosity about his room, to run up to it with the least possible delay, and make a close inspection31 of its contents. It was tastefully though economically furnished, and very neatly32 arranged. There were shelves and stands of books, English, French, and Italian; and in a portfolio33 on the writing-table there were sheets upon sheets of memoranda34 and calculations in figures, evidently referring to the Boffin property. On that table also, carefully backed with canvas, varnished35, mounted, and rolled like a map, was the placard descriptive of the murdered man who had come from afar to be her husband. She shrank from this ghostly surprise, and felt quite frightened as she rolled and tied it up again. Peeping about here and there, she came upon a print, a graceful36 head of a pretty woman, elegantly framed, hanging in the corner by the easy chair. ‘Oh, indeed, sir!’ said Bella, after stopping to ruminate37 before it. ‘Oh, indeed, sir! I fancy I can guess whom you think THAT’S like. But I’ll tell you what it’s much more like — your impudence38!’ Having said which she decamped: not solely39 because she was offended, but because there was nothing else to look at.
‘Now, Ma,’ said Bella, reappearing in the kitchen with some remains40 of a blush, ‘you and Lavvy think magnificent me fit for nothing, but I intend to prove the contrary. I mean to be Cook today.’
‘Hold!’ rejoined her majestic41 mother. ‘I cannot permit it. Cook, in that dress!’
‘As for my dress, Ma,’ returned Bella, merrily searching in a dresser-drawer, ‘I mean to apron42 it and towel it all over the front; and as to permission, I mean to do without.’
‘YOU cook?’ said Mrs Wilfer. ‘YOU, who never cooked when you were at home?’
‘Yes, Ma,’ returned Bella; ‘that is precisely43 the state of the case.’
She girded herself with a white apron, and busily with knots and pins contrived44 a bib to it, coming close and tight under her chin, as if it had caught her round the neck to kiss her. Over this bib her dimples looked delightful, and under it her pretty figure not less so. ‘Now, Ma,’ said Bella, pushing back her hair from her temples with both hands, ‘what’s first?’
‘First,’ returned Mrs Wilfer solemnly, ‘if you persist in what I cannot but regard as conduct utterly45 incompatible46 with the equipage in which you arrived —’
(’Which I do, Ma.’)
‘First, then, you put the fowls down to the fire.’
‘To — be — sure!’ cried Bella; ‘and flour them, and twirl them round, and there they go!’ sending them spinning at a great rate. ‘What’s next, Ma?’
‘Next,’ said Mrs Wilfer with a wave of her gloves, expressive47 of abdication48 under protest from the culinary throne, ‘I would recommend examination of the bacon in the saucepan on the fire, and also of the potatoes by the application of a fork. Preparation of the greens will further become necessary if you persist in this unseemly demeanour.’
‘As of course I do, Ma.’
Persisting, Bella gave her attention to one thing and forgot the other, and gave her attention to the other and forgot the third, and remembering the third was distracted by the fourth, and made amends49 whenever she went wrong by giving the unfortunate fowls an extra spin, which made their chance of ever getting cooked exceedingly doubtful. But it was pleasant cookery too. Meantime Miss Lavinia, oscillating between the kitchen and the opposite room, prepared the dining-table in the latter chamber50. This office she (always doing her household spiriting with unwillingness) performed in a startling series of whisks and bumps; laying the table-cloth as if she were raising the wind, putting down the glasses and salt-cellars as if she were knocking at the door, and clashing the knives and forks in a skirmishing manner suggestive of hand-to-hand conflict.
‘Look at Ma,’ whispered Lavinia to Bella when this was done, and they stood over the roasting fowls. ‘If one was the most dutiful child in existence (of course on the whole one hopes one is), isn’t she enough to make one want to poke52 her with something wooden, sitting there bolt upright in a corner?’
‘Only suppose,’ returned Bella, ‘that poor Pa was to sit bolt upright in another corner.’
‘My dear, he couldn’t do it,’ said Lavvy. ‘Pa would loll directly. But indeed I do not believe there ever was any human creature who could keep so bolt upright as Ma, ‘or put such an amount of aggravation53 into one back! What’s the matter, Ma? Ain’t you well, Ma?’
‘Doubtless I am very well,’ returned Mrs Wilfer, turning her eyes upon her youngest born, with scornful fortitude54. ‘What should be the matter with Me?’
‘You don’t seem very brisk, Ma,’ retorted Lavvy the bold.
‘Brisk?’ repeated her parent, ‘Brisk? Whence the low expression, Lavinia? If I am uncomplaining, if I am silently contented55 with my lot, let that suffice for my family.’
‘Well, Ma,’ returned Lavvy, ‘since you will force it out of me, I must respectfully take leave to say that your family are no doubt under the greatest obligations to you for having an annual toothache on your wedding day, and that it’s very disinterested56 in you, and an immense blessing to them. Still, on the whole, it is possible to be too boastful even of that boon57.’
‘You incarnation of sauciness,’ said Mrs Wilfer, ‘do you speak like that to me? On this day, of all days in the year? Pray do you know what would have become of you, if I had not bestowed my hand upon R. W., your father, on this day?’
‘No, Ma,’ replied Lavvy, ‘I really do not; and, with the greatest respect for your abilities and information, I very much doubt if you do either.’
Whether or no the sharp vigour58 of this sally on a weak point of Mrs Wilfer’s entrenchments might have routed that heroine for the time, is rendered uncertain by the arrival of a flag of truce59 in the person of Mr George Sampson: bidden to the feast as a friend of the family, whose affections were now understood to be in course of transference from Bella to Lavinia, and whom Lavinia kept — possibly in remembrance of his bad taste in having overlooked her in the first instance — under a course of stinging discipline.
‘I congratulate you, Mrs Wilfer,’ said Mr George Sampson, who had meditated60 this neat address while coming along, ‘on the day.’ Mrs Wilfer thanked him with a magnanimous sigh, and again became an unresisting prey61 to that inscrutable toothache.
‘I am surprised,’ said Mr Sampson feebly, ‘that Miss Bella condescends62 to cook.’
Here Miss Lavinia descended63 on the ill-starred young gentleman with a crushing supposition that at all events it was no business of his. This disposed of Mr Sampson in a melancholy64 retirement65 of spirit, until the cherub arrived, whose amazement66 at the lovely woman’s occupation was great.
However, she persisted in dishing the dinner as well as cooking it, and then sat down, bibless and apronless, to partake of it as an illustrious guest: Mrs Wilfer first responding to her husband’s cheerful ‘For what we are about to receive —‘with a sepulchral67 Amen, calculated to cast a damp upon the stoutest68 appetite.
‘But what,’ said Bella, as she watched the carving69 of the fowls, ‘makes them pink inside, I wonder, Pa! Is it the breed?’
‘No, I don’t think it’s the breed, my dear,’ returned Pa. ‘I rather think it is because they are not done.’
‘They ought to be,’ said Bella.
‘Yes, I am aware they ought to be, my dear,’ rejoined her father, ‘but they — ain’t.’
So, the gridiron was put in requisition, and the good-tempered cherub, who was often as un-cherubically employed in his own family as if he had been in the employment of some of the Old Masters, undertook to grill70 the fowls. Indeed, except in respect of staring about him (a branch of the public service to which the pictorial71 cherub is much addicted), this domestic cherub discharged as many odd functions as his prototype; with the difference, say, that he performed with a blacking-brush on the family’s boots, instead of performing on enormous wind instruments and double-basses, and that he conducted himself with cheerful alacrity72 to much useful purpose, instead of foreshortening himself in the air with the vaguest intentions.
Bella helped him with his supplemental cookery, and made him very happy, but put him in mortal terror too by asking him when they sat down at table again, how he supposed they cooked fowls at the Greenwich dinners, and whether he believed they really were such pleasant dinners as people said? His secret winks73 and nods of remonstrance74, in reply, made the mischievous75 Bella laugh until she choked, and then Lavinia was obliged to slap her on the back, and then she laughed the more.
But her mother was a fine corrective at the other end of the table; to whom her father, in the innocence76 of his good-fellowship, at intervals77 appealed with: ‘My dear, I am afraid you are not enjoying yourself?’
‘Why so, R. W.?’ she would sonorously78 reply.
‘Because, my dear, you seem a little out of sorts.’
‘Not at all,’ would be the rejoinder, in exactly the same tone.
‘Would you take a merry-thought, my dear?’
‘Thank you. I will take whatever you please, R. W.’
‘Well, but my dear, do you like it?’
‘I like it as well as I like anything, R. W.’ The stately woman would then, with a meritorious79 appearance of devoting herself to the general good, pursue her dinner as if she were feeding somebody else on high public grounds.
Bella had brought dessert and two bottles of wine, thus shedding unprecedented80 splendour on the occasion. Mrs Wilfer did the honours of the first glass by proclaiming: ‘R. W. I drink to you.
‘Thank you, my dear. And I to you.’
‘Pa and Ma!’ said Bella.
‘Permit me,’ Mrs Wilfer interposed, with outstretched glove. ‘No. I think not. I drank to your papa. If, however, you insist on including me, I can in gratitude81 offer no objection.’
‘Why, Lor, Ma,’ interposed Lavvy the bold, ‘isn’t it the day that made you and Pa one and the same? I have no patience!’
‘By whatever other circumstance the day may be marked, it is not the day, Lavinia, on which I will allow a child of mine to pounce82 upon me. I beg — nay83, command! — that you will not pounce. R. W., it is appropriate to recall that it is for you to command and for me to obey. It is your house, and you are master at your own table. Both our healths!’ Drinking the toast with tremendous stiffness.
‘I really am a little afraid, my dear,’ hinted the cherub meekly84, ‘that you are not enjoying yourself?’
‘On the contrary,’ returned Mrs Wilfer, ‘quite so. Why should I not?’
‘I thought, my dear, that perhaps your face might —’
‘My face might be a martyrdom, but what would that import, or who should know it, if I smiled?’
And she did smile; manifestly freezing the blood of Mr George Sampson by so doing. For that young gentleman, catching85 her smiling eye, was so very much appalled86 by its expression as to cast about in his thoughts concerning what he had done to bring it down upon himself.
‘The mind naturally falls,’ said Mrs Wilfer, ‘shall I say into a reverie, or shall I say into a retrospect87? on a day like this.’
Lavvy, sitting with defiantly88 folded arms, replied (but not audibly), ‘For goodness’ sake say whichever of the two you like best, Ma, and get it over.’
‘The mind,’ pursued Mrs Wilfer in an oratorical89 manner, ‘naturally reverts90 to Papa and Mamma — I here allude91 to my parents — at a period before the earliest dawn of this day. I was considered tall; perhaps I was. Papa and Mamma were unquestionably tall. I have rarely seen a finer women than my mother; never than my father.’
The irrepressible Lavvy remarked aloud, ‘Whatever grandpapa was, he wasn’t a female.’
‘Your grandpapa,’ retorted Mrs Wilfer, with an awful look, and in an awful tone, ‘was what I describe him to have been, and would have struck any of his grandchildren to the earth who presumed to question it. It was one of mamma’s cherished hopes that I should become united to a tall member of society. It may have been a weakness, but if so, it was equally the weakness, I believe, of King Frederick of Prussia.’ These remarks being offered to Mr George Sampson, who had not the courage to come out for single combat, but lurked92 with his chest under the table and his eyes cast down, Mrs Wilfer proceeded, in a voice of increasing sternness and impressiveness, until she should force that skulker93 to give himself up. ‘Mamma would appear to have had an indefinable foreboding of what afterwards happened, for she would frequently urge upon me, “Not a little man. Promise me, my child, not a little man. Never, never, never, marry a little man!” Papa also would remark to me (he possessed extraordinary humour),”that a family of whales must not ally themselves with sprats.” His company was eagerly sought, as may be supposed, by the wits of the day, and our house was their continual resort. I have known as many as three copper-plate engravers exchanging the most exquisite95 sallies and retorts there, at one time.’ (Here Mr Sampson delivered himself captive, and said, with an uneasy movement on his chair, that three was a large number, and it must have been highly entertaining.) ‘Among the most prominent members of that distinguished96 circle, was a gentleman measuring six feet four in height. HE was NOT an engraver94.’ (Here Mr Sampson said, with no reason whatever, Of course not.) ‘This gentleman was so obliging as to honour me with attentions which I could not fail to understand.’ (Here Mr Sampson murmured that when it came to that, you could always tell.) ‘I immediately announced to both my parents that those attentions were misplaced, and that I could not favour his suit. They inquired was he too tall? I replied it was not the stature97, but the intellect was too lofty. At our house, I said, the tone was too brilliant, the pressure was too high, to be maintained by me, a mere98 woman, in every-day domestic life. I well remember mamma’s clasping her hands, and exclaiming “This will end in a little man!”’ (Here Mr Sampson glanced at his host and shook his head with despondency.) ‘She afterwards went so far as to predict that it would end in a little man whose mind would be below the average, but that was in what I may denominate a paroxysm of maternal disappointment. Within a month,’ said Mrs Wilfer, deepening her voice, as if she were relating a terrible ghost story, ‘within a-month, I first saw R. W. my husband. Within a year, I married him. It is natural for the mind to recall these dark coincidences on the present day.’
Mr Sampson at length released from the custody99 of Mrs Wilfer’s eye, now drew a long breath, and made the original and striking remark that there was no accounting100 for these sort of presentiments101. R. W. scratched his head and looked apologetically all round the table until he came to his wife, when observing her as it were shrouded102 in a more sombre veil than before, he once more hinted, ‘My dear, I am really afraid you are not altogether enjoying yourself?’ To which she once more replied, ‘On the contrary, R. W. Quite so.’
The wretched Mr Sampson’s position at this agreeable entertainment was truly pitiable. For, not only was he exposed defenceless to the harangues104 of Mrs Wilfer, but he received the utmost contumely at the hands of Lavinia; who, partly to show Bella that she (Lavinia) could do what she liked with him, and partly to pay him off for still obviously admiring Bella’s beauty, led him the life of a dog. Illuminated105 on the one hand by the stately graces of Mrs Wilfer’s oratory106, and shadowed on the other by the checks and frowns of the young lady to whom he had devoted107 himself in his destitution108, the sufferings of this young gentleman were distressing109 to witness. If his mind for the moment reeled under them, it may be urged, in extenuation110 of its weakness, that it was constitutionally a knock-knee’d mind and never very strong upon its legs.
The rosy111 hours were thus beguiled112 until it was time for Bella to have Pa’s escort back. The dimples duly tied up in the bonnetstrings and the leave-taking done, they got out into the air, and the cherub drew a long breath as if he found it refreshing113.
‘Well, dear Pa,’ said Bella, ‘the anniversary may be considered over.’
‘Yes, my dear,’ returned the cherub, ‘there’s another of ‘em gone.’
Bella drew his arm closer through hers as they walked along, and gave it a number of consolatory114 pats. ‘Thank you, my dear,’ he said, as if she had spoken; ‘I am all right, my dear. Well, and how do you get on, Bella?’
‘I am not at all improved, Pa.’
‘Ain’t you really though?’
‘No, Pa. On the contrary, I am worse.’
‘Lor!’ said the cherub.
‘I am worse, Pa. I make so many calculations how much a year I must have when I marry, and what is the least I can manage to do with, that I am beginning to get wrinkles over my nose. Did you notice any wrinkles over my nose this evening, Pa?’
Pa laughing at this, Bella gave him two or three shakes.
‘You won’t laugh, sir, when you see your lovely woman turning haggard. You had better be prepared in time, I can tell you. I shall not be able to keep my greediness for money out of my eyes long, and when you see it there you’ll be sorry, and serve you right for not being warned in time. Now, sir, we entered into a bond of confidence. Have you anything to impart?’
‘I thought it was you who was to impart, my love.’
‘Oh! did you indeed, sir? Then why didn’t you ask me, the moment we came out? The confidences of lovely women are not to be slighted. However, I forgive you this once, and look here, Pa; that’s’— Bella laid the little forefinger115 of her right glove on her lip, and then laid it on her father’s lip —‘that’s a kiss for you. And now I am going seriously to tell you — let me see how many — four secrets. Mind! Serious, grave, weighty secrets. Strictly116 between ourselves.’
‘Number one, my dear?’ said her father, settling her arm comfortably and confidentially117.
‘Number one,’ said Bella, ‘will electrify118 you, Pa. Who do you think has’— she was confused here in spite of her merry way of beginning ‘has made an offer to me?’
Pa looked in her face, and looked at the ground, and looked in her face again, and declared he could never guess.
‘Mr Rokesmith.’
‘You don’t tell me so, my dear!’
‘Mis — ter Roke — smith, Pa,’ said Bella separating the syllables119 for emphasis. ‘What do you say to THAT?’
Pa answered quietly with the counter-question, ‘What did YOU say to that, my love?’
‘I said No,’ returned Bella sharply. ‘Of course.’
‘Yes. Of course,’ said her father, meditating120.
‘And I told him why I thought it a betrayal of trust on his part, and an affront121 to me,’ said Bella.
‘Yes. To be sure. I am astonished indeed. I wonder he committed himself without seeing more of his way first. Now I think of it, I suspect he always has admired you though, my dear.’
‘A hackney coachman may admire me,’ remarked Bella, with a touch of her mother’s loftiness.
‘It’s highly probable, my love. Number two, my dear?’
‘Number two, Pa, is much to the same purpose, though not so preposterous122. Mr Lightwood would propose to me, if I would let him.’
‘Then I understand, my dear, that you don’t intend to let him?’
Bella again saying, with her former emphasis, ‘Why, of course not!’ her father felt himself bound to echo, ‘Of course not.’
‘I don’t care for him,’ said Bella.
‘That’s enough,’ her father interposed.
‘No, Pa, it’s NOT enough,’ rejoined Bella, giving him another shake or two. ‘Haven’t I told you what a mercenary little wretch103 I am? It only becomes enough when he has no money, and no clients, and no expectations, and no anything but debts.’
‘Hah!’ said the cherub, a little depressed123. ‘Number three, my dear?’
‘Number three, Pa, is a better thing. A generous thing, a noble thing, a delightful thing. Mrs Boffin has herself told me, as a secret, with her own kind lips — and truer lips never opened or closed in this life, I am sure — that they wish to see me well married; and that when I marry with their consent they will portion me most handsomely.’ Here the grateful girl burst out crying very heartily124.
‘Don’t cry, my darling,’ said her father, with his hand to his eyes; ‘it’s excusable in me to be a little overcome when I find that my dear favourite child is, after all disappointments, to be so provided for and so raised in the world; but don’t YOU cry, don’t YOU cry. I am very thankful. I congratulate you with all my heart, my dear.’ The good soft little fellow, drying his eyes, here, Bella put her arms round his neck and tenderly kissed him on the high road, passionately125 telling him he was the best of fathers and the best of friends, and that on her wedding-morning she would go down on her knees to him and beg his pardon for having ever teased him or seemed insensible to the worth of such a patient, sympathetic, genial126, fresh young heart. At every one of her adjectives she redoubled her kisses, and finally kissed his hat off, and then laughed immoderately when the wind took it and he ran after it.
When he had recovered his hat and his breath, and they were going on again once more, said her father then: ‘Number four, my dear?’
Bella’s countenance fell in the midst of her mirth. ‘After all, perhaps I had better put off number four, Pa. Let me try once more, if for never so short a time, to hope that it may not really be so.’
The change in her, strengthened the cherub’s interest in number four, and he said quietly: ‘May not be so, my dear? May not be how, my dear?’
Bella looked at him pensively127, and shook her head.
‘And yet I know right well it is so, Pa. I know it only too well.’
‘My love,’ returned her father, ‘you make me quite uncomfortable. Have you said No to anybody else, my dear?’
‘No, Pa.’
‘Yes to anybody?’ he suggested, lifting up his eyebrows128.
‘No, Pa.’
‘Is there anybody else who would take his chance between Yes and No, if you would let him, my dear?’
‘Not that I know of, Pa.’
‘There can’t be somebody who won’t take his chance when you want him to?’ said the cherub, as a last resource.
‘Why, of course not, Pa, said Bella, giving him another shake or two.
‘No, of course not,’ he assented129. ‘Bella, my dear, I am afraid I must either have no sleep to-night, or I must press for number four.’
‘Oh, Pa, there is no good in number four! I am so sorry for it, I am so unwilling51 to believe it, I have tried so earnestly not to see it, that it is very hard to tell, even to you. But Mr Boffin is being spoilt by prosperity, and is changing every day.’
‘My dear Bella, I hope and trust not.’
‘I have hoped and trusted not too, Pa; but every day he changes for the worse, and for the worse. Not to me — he is always much the same to me — but to others about him. Before my eyes he grows suspicious, capricious, hard, tyrannical, unjust. If ever a good man were ruined by good fortune, it is my benefactor130. And yet, Pa, think how terrible the fascination131 of money is! I see this, and hate this, and dread132 this, and don’t know but that money might make a much worse change in me. And yet I have money always in my thoughts and my desires; and the whole life I place before myself is money, money, money, and what money can make of life!’
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