“Ah, my dear cheaile, I am so glad to find you, and you are dress to come out. We shall have so pleasant walk.”
At that moment the door of my father’s study opened, and Mrs. Rusk, with her dark energetic face very much flushed, stepped out in high excitement.
“The Master says you may have the brandy-bottle, Madame, and I’m glad to be rid of it — I am.”
Madame courtesied with a great smirk8, that was full of intangible hate and insult.
“Better your own brandy, if drink you must!” exclaimed Mrs. Rusk. “You may come to the store-room now, or the butler can take it.”
And off whisked Mrs. Rusk for the back staircase.
There had been no common skirmish on this occasion, but a pitched battle.
Madame had made a sort of pet of Anne Wixted, an under-chambermaid, and attached her to her interest economically by persuading me to make her presents of some old dresses and other things. Anne was such an angel!
But Mrs. Rusk, whose eyes were about her, detected Anne, with a brandy-bottle under her apron9, stealing up-stairs. Anne, in a panic, declared the truth. Madame had commissioned her to buy it in the town, and convey it to her bed-room. Upon this, Mrs. Rusk impounded the flask10; and, with Anne beside her, rather precipitately11 appeared before “the Master.” He heard, and summoned Madame. Madame was cool, frank, and fluent. The brandy was purely12 medicinal. She procured13 a document in form of a note. Doctor Somebody presented his compliments to Madame de la Rougierre, and ordered her a table-spoonful of brandy and some drops of laudanum whenever the pain of stomach returned. The flask would last a whole year, perhaps two. She claimed her medicine.
Mans’ estimate of woman is higher than woman’s own. Perhaps in their relations to men they are generally more trustworthy — perhaps woman’s is the juster, and the other an appointed illusion. I don’t know; but so it is ordained14.
Mrs. Rusk was recalled, and I saw, as you are aware, Madame’s procedure during the interview.
It was a great battle — a great victory. Madame was in high spirits. The air was sweet — the landscape charming — I, so good — everything so beautiful! Where should we go? this way?
I had made a resolution to speak as little as possible to Madame, I was so incensed15 at the treachery I had witnessed; but such resolutions do not last long with very young people, and by the time we had reached the skirts of the wood we were talking pretty much as usual.
“I don’t wish to go into the wood, Madame.”
“And for what?”
“Poor mamma is buried there.”
“Is there the vault16?” demanded Madame eagerly.
I assented17.
“My faith, curious reason; you say because poor mamma is buried there you will not approach! Why, cheaile, what would good Monsieur Ruthyn say if he heard such thing? You are surely not so unkain’, and I am with you. Allons. Let us come — even a little part of the way.”
And so I yielded, though still reluctant.
There was a grass-grown road, which we easily reached, leading to the sombre building, and we soon arrived before it.
Madame de la Rougierre seemed rather curious. She sat down on the little bank opposite, in her most languid pose — her head leaned upon the tips of her fingers.
“How very sad — how solemn!” murmured Madame. “What noble tomb! How triste, my dear cheaile, your visit ’ere must it be, remembering a so sweet maman. There is new inscription18 — is it not new?” And so, indeed, it seemed.
“I am fatigue19 — maybe you will read it aloud to me slowly and solemnly, my dearest Maud?”
As I approached, I happened to look, I can’t tell why, suddenly, over my shoulder; I was startled, for Madame was grimacing20 after me with a vile21 derisive22 distortion. She pretended to be seized with a fit of coughing. But it would not do: she saw that I had detected her, and she laughed aloud.
“Come here, dear cheaile. I was just reflecting how foolish is all this thing — the tomb — the epitaph. I think I would ‘av none — no, no epitaph. We regard them first for the oracle23 of the dead, and find them after only the folly24 of the living. So I despise. Do you think your house of Knowl down there is what you call haunt, my dear?”
“Why?” said I, flushing and growing pale again. I felt quite afraid of Madame, and confounded at the suddenness of all this.
“Because Anne Wixted she says there is ghost. How dark is this place! and so many of the Ruthyn family they are buried here — is not so? How high and thick are the trees all round! and nobody comes near.”
And Madame rolled her eyes awfully25, as if she expected to see something unearthly, and, indeed, looked very like it herself.
“Come away, Madame,” I said, growing frightened, and feeling that if I were once, by any accident, to give way to the panic that was gathering26 round me, I should instantaneously lose all control of myself. “Oh, come away! do, Madame — I’m frightened.”
“No, on the contrary, sit here by me. It is very odd, you will think, ma chêre — un go?t bizarre, vraiment! — but I love very much to be near to the dead people — in solitary27 place like this. I am not afraid of the dead people, nor of the ghosts. ‘Av you ever see a ghost, my dear?”
“Do, Madame, pray speak of something else.”
“Wat little fool! But no, you are not afraid. I’av seen the ghosts myself. I saw one, for example, last night, shape like a monkey, sitting in the corner, with his arms round his knees; very wicked, old, old man his face was like, and white eyes so large.”
“Come away, Madame! you are trying to frighten me,” I said, in the childish anger which accompanies fear.
Madame laughed an ugly laugh, and said —
“Eh, bien! little fool! — I will not tell the rest if you are really frightened; let us change to something else.”
“Yes, yes! oh, do — pray do.”
“Wat good man is your father!”
“Very — the kindest darling. I don’t know why it is, Madame, I am so afraid of him, and never could tell him how much I love him.”
This confidential28 talking with Madame, strange to say, implied no confidence; it resulted from fear — it was deprecatory. I treated her as if she had human sympathies, in the hope that they might be generated somehow.
“Was there not a doctor from London with him a few months ago? Dr. Bryerly, I think they call him.”
“Yes, a Doctor Bryerly, who remained a few days. Shall we begin the walk towards home, Madame? Do, pray.”
“Immediately, cheaile; and does you father suffer much?”
“No — I think not.”
“And what then is his disease?”
“Disease! he has no disease. Have you heard anything about his health, Madame?” I said, anxiously.
“Oh no, ma foi — I have heard nothing; but if the doctor came, it was not because he was quite well.”
“But that doctor is a doctor in theology, I fancy. I know he is a Swedenborgian; and papa is so well, he could not have come as a physician.”
“I am very glad, ma chère, to hear; but still you know your father is old man to have so young cheaile as you. Oh, yes — he is old man, and so uncertain life is. ‘As he made his will, my dear? Every man so rich as he, especially so old, aught to ‘av made his will.”
“There is no need of haste, Madame; it is quite time enough when his health begins to fail.”
“But has he really compose no will?”
“I don’t really know, Madame.”
“Ah, little rogue29! you will not tell — but you are not such fool as you feign30 yourself. No, no; you know everything. Come, tell me all about it — it is for your advantage, you know. What is in his will, and when he wrote?”
“But, Madame, I really know nothing of it. I can’t say whether there is a will or not. Let us talk of something else.”
“But, cheaile, it will not kill Monsieur Ruthyn to make his will; he will not come to lie here a day sooner by cause of that; but if he make no will, you may lose a great deal of the property. Would not that be pity?”
“I really don’t know anything of his will. If papa has made one, he has never spoken of it to me. I know he loves me — that is enough.”
“Ah! you are not such little goose — you do know everything, of course. Come, come, tell me, little obstinate31, otherwise I will break your little finger. Tell me everything.”
“I know nothing of papa’s will. You don’t know, Madame, how you pain me. Do let us speak of something else.”
“You do know, and you must tell, petite dure-tête, or I will break a your leetle finger.”
With which words she seized that joint32, and laughing spitefully, she twisted it suddenly back. I screamed; she continued to laugh.
“Will you tell?”
“Yes, yes! let me go,” I shrieked33.
She did not release it, however, immediately, but continued her torture and discordant34 laughter. At last, however, she did release my finger.
“So she is going to be good cheaile, and to tell everything to her affectionate gouvernante. What do you cry for, little fool?”
“You’ve hurt me very much — you have broken my finger,” I sobbed35.
“Rub it and blow it, and give it a kees, little fool! what cross girl! I will never play with you again — ever. Let us go home.”
Madame was silent and morose36 all the way home. She would not answer my questions, and affected37 to be very lofty and offended.
This did not last very long, however, and she soon resumed her wonted ways. And she returned to the question of the will, but not so directly, and with more art.
Why should this dreadful woman’s thoughts be running so continually upon my father’s well? How could it concern her?
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