“You’ll do no good, Mr. Fenwick,” said Mr. Chamberlaine, after the two younger men had been discussing the matter for half an hour.
“Do you mean that I ought not to try to do any good?”
“I mean that such efforts never come to anything.”
“All the unfortunate creatures in the world, then, should be left to go to destruction in their own way.”
“It is useless, I think, to treat special cases in an exceptional manner. When such is done, it is done from enthusiasm, and enthusiasm is never useful.”
“What ought a man to do, then, for the assistance of such fellow-creatures as this poor girl?” asked the Vicar.
“There are penitentiaries4 and reformatories, and it is well, no doubt, to subscribe5 to them,” said the Prebendary. “The subject is so full of difficulty that one should not touch it rashly. Henry, where is the last Quarterly?”
“I never take it, sir.”
“I ought to have remembered,” said Mr. Chamberlaine, smiling blandly6. Then he took up the Saturday Review, and endeavoured to content himself with that.
Gilmore and Fenwick walked down to the mill together, it being understood that the Squire was not to show himself there. Fenwick’s difficult task, if it were to be done at all, must be done by himself alone. He must beard the lion in his den7, and make the attack without any assistant. Gilmore had upon the whole been disposed to think that no such attack should be made. “He’ll only turn upon you with violence, and no good will be done,” said he. “He can’t eat me,” Fenwick had replied, acknowledging, however, that he approached the undertaking8 with fear and trembling. Before they were far from the house Gilmore had changed the conversation and fallen back upon his own sorrows. He had not answered Mary’s letter, and now declared that he did not intend to do so. What could he say to her? He could not write and profess9 friendship; he could not offer her his congratulations; he could not belie10 his heart by affecting indifference11. She had thrown him over, and now he knew it. Of what use would it be to write to her and tell her that she had made him miserable12 for ever? “I shall break up the house and get away,” said he.
“Don’t do that rashly, Harry13. There can be no spot in the world in which you can be so useful as you are here.”
“All my usefulness has been dragged out of me. I don’t care about the place or about the people. I am ill already, and shall become worse. I think I will go abroad for four or five years. I’ve an idea I shall go to the States.”
“You’ll become tired of that, I should think.”
“Of course I shall. Everything is tiresome14 to me. I don’t think anything else can be so tiresome as my uncle, and yet I dread15 his leaving me,—when I shall be alone. I suppose if one was out among the Rocky Mountains, one wouldn’t think so much about it.”
“Atra Cura sits behind the horseman,” said the Vicar. “I don’t know that travelling will do it. One thing certainly will do it.”
“And what is that?”
“Hard work. Some doctor told his patient that if he’d live on half-a-crown a day and earn it, he’d soon be well. I’m sure that the same prescription16 holds good for all maladies of the mind. You can’t earn the half-crown a day, but you may work as hard as though you did.”
“What shall I do?”
“Read, dig, shoot, look after the farm, and say your prayers. Don’t allow yourself time for thinking.”
“It’s a fine philosophy,” said Gilmore, “but I don’t think any man ever made himself happy by it. I’ll leave you now.”
“I’d go and dig, if I were you,” said the Vicar.
“Perhaps I will. Do you know, I’ve half an idea that I’ll go to Loring.”
“What good will that do?”
“I’ll find out whether this man is a blackguard. I believe he is. My uncle knows something about his father, and says that a bigger scamp never lived.”
“I don’t see what good you can do, Harry,” said the Vicar. And so they parted.
Fenwick was about half a mile from the mill when Gilmore left him, and he wished that it were a mile and a half. He knew well that an edict had gone forth17 at the mill that no one should speak to the old man about his daughter. With the mother the Vicar had often spoken of her lost child, and had learned from her how sad it was to her that she could never dare to mention Carry’s name to her husband. He had cursed his child, and had sworn that she should never more have part in him or his. She had brought sorrow and shame upon him, and he had cut her off with a steady resolve that there should be no weak backsliding on his part. Those who knew him best declared that the miller18 would certainly keep his word, and hitherto no one had dared to speak of the lost one in her father’s hearing. All this Mr. Fenwick knew, and he knew also that the man was one who could be very fierce in his anger. He had told his wife that old Brattle was the only man in the world before whom he would be afraid to speak his mind openly, and in so saying he had expressed a feeling that was very general throughout all Bullhampton. Mr. Puddleham was a very meddlesome19 man, and he had once ventured out to the mill to say a word, not indeed about Carry, but touching20 some youthful iniquity21 of which Sam was supposed to have been guilty. He never went near the mill again, but would shudder22 and lift up his hands and his eyes when the miller’s name was mentioned. It was not that Brattle used rough language, or became violently angry when accosted23; but there was a sullen24 sternness about the man, and a capability25 of asserting his own mastery and personal authority, which reduced those who attacked him to the condition of vanquished26 combatants, and repulsed27 them, so that they would retreat as beaten dogs. Mr. Fenwick, indeed, had always been well received at the mill. The women of the family loved him dearly, and took great comfort in his visits. From his first arrival in the parish he had been on intimate terms with them, though the old man had never once entered his church. Brattle himself would bear with him more kindly28 than he would with his own landlord, who might at any day have turned him out of his holding. But even Fenwick had been so answered more than once as to have been forced to retreat with that feeling of having his tail, like a cur, between his legs. “He can’t eat me,” he said to himself, as the low willows29 round the mill came in sight. When a man is reduced to that consolation30, as many a man often is, he may be nearly sure that he will be eaten.
When he got over the stile into the lane close to the mill-door, he found that the mill was going. Gilmore had told him that it might probably be so, as he had heard that the repairs were nearly finished. Fenwick was sure that after so long a period of enforced idleness Brattle would be in the mill, but he went at first into the house and there found Mrs. Brattle and Fanny. Even with them he hardly felt himself to be at home, but after a while managed to ask a few questions about Sam. Sam had come back, and was now at work, but he had had some terribly hard words with his father. The old man had desired to know where his son had been. Sam had declined to tell, and had declared that if he was to be cross-questioned about his comings and goings he would leave the mill altogether. His father had told him that he had better go. Sam had not gone, but the two had been working on together since without interchanging a word. “I want to see him especially,” said Mr. Fenwick.
“You mean Sam, sir?” asked the mother.
“No; his father. I will go out into the lane, and perhaps Fanny will ask him to come to me.” Mrs. Brattle immediately became dismayed by a troop of fears, and looked up into his face with soft, supplicating31, tearful eyes. So much of sorrow had come to her of late! “There is nothing wrong, Mrs. Brattle,” he said.
“I thought perhaps you had heard something of Sam.”
“Nothing but what has made me surer than ever that he had no part in what was done at Mr. Trumbull’s farm.”
“Thank God for that!” said the mother, taking him by the hand. Then Fanny went into the mill, and the Vicar followed her out of the house, on to the lane. He stood leaning against a tree till the old man came to him. He then shook the miller’s hand, and made some remark about the mill. They had begun again that morning, the miller said. Sam had been off again, or they might have been at work on yesterday forenoon.
“Do not be angry with him; he has been on a good work,” said the Vicar.
“Good or bad, I know nowt of it,” said the miller.
“I know, and if you wish I will tell you; but there is another thing I must say first. Come a little way down the lane with me, Mr. Brattle.”
The Vicar had assumed a tone which was almost one of rebuke,—not intending it, but falling into it from want of histrionic power in his attempt to be bold and solemn at the same time. The miller at once resented it. “Why should I come down the lane?” said he. “You’re axing me to come out at a very busy moment, Muster32 Fenwick.”
“Nothing can be so important as that which I have to say. For the love of God, Mr. Brattle,—for the love you bear your wife and children, endure with me for ten minutes.” Then he paused, and walked on, and Mr. Brattle was still at his elbow. “My friend, I have seen your daughter.”
“Which daughter?” said the miller, arresting his step.
“Your daughter Carry, Mr. Brattle.” Then the old man turned round and would have hurried back to the mill without a word; but the Vicar held him by his coat. “If I have ever been a friend to you or yours listen to me now one minute.”
“Do I come to your house and tell you of your sorrows and your shame? Let me go!”
“Mr. Brattle, if you will stretch forth your hand, you may save her. She is your own child—your flesh and blood. Think how easy it is for a poor girl to fall,—how great is the temptation and how quick, and how it comes without knowledge of the evil that is to follow! How small is the sin, and how terrible the punishment! Your friends, Mr. Brattle, have forgiven you worse sins than ever she has committed.”
“I never shamed none of them,” said he, struggling on his way back to the mill.
“It is that, then;—your own misfortune and not the girl’s sin that would harden your heart against your own child? You will let her perish in the streets, not because she has fallen, but because she has hurt you in her fall! Is that to be a father? Is that to be a man? Mr. Brattle, think better of yourself, and dare to obey the instincts of your heart.”
But by this time the miller had escaped, and was striding off in furious silence to the mill. The Vicar, oppressed by a sense of utter failure, feeling that his interference had been absolutely valueless, that the man’s wrath33 and constancy were things altogether beyond his reach, stood where he had been left, hardly daring to return to the mill and say a word or two to the women there. But at last he did go back. He knew well that Brattle himself would not be seen in the house till his present mood was over. After any encounter of words he would go and work in silence for half a day, and would seldom or never refer again to what had taken place; he would never, so thought the Vicar, refer to the encounter which had just taken place; but he would remember it always, and it might be that he would never again speak in friendship to a man who had offended him so deeply.
After a moment’s thought he determined34 to tell the wife, and informed her and Fanny that he had seen Carry over at Pycroft Common. The mother’s questions as to what her child was doing, how she was living, whether she were ill or well, and, alas35! whether she were happy or miserable, who cannot imagine?
“She is anything but happy, I fear,” said Mr. Fenwick.
“My poor Carry!”
“I should not wish that she should be happy till she be brought back to the decencies of life. What shall we do to bring her back?”
“Would she come if she were let to come?” asked Fanny.
“I believe she would. I feel sure that she would.”
“And what did he say, Mr. Fenwick?” asked the mother. The Vicar only shook his head. “He’s very good; to me he’s ever been good as gold. But, oh, Mr. Fenwick, he is so hard.”
“He will not let you speak of her?”
“Never a word, Mr. Fenwick. He’d look at you, sir, so that the gleam of his eyes would fall on you like a blow. I wouldn’t dare;—nor yet wouldn’t Fanny, who dares more with him than any of us.”
“If it’d serve her, I’d speak,” said Fanny.
“But couldn’t I see her, Mr. Fenwick? Couldn’t you take me in the gig with you, sir? I’d slip out arter breakfast up the road, and he wouldn’t be no wiser, at least till I war back again. He wouldn’t ax no questions then, I’m thinking. Would he, Fan?”
“He’d ask at dinner; but if I said you were out for the day along with Mr. Fenwick, he wouldn’t say any more, maybe. He’d know well enough where you was gone to.”
Mr. Fenwick said that he would think of it, and let Fanny know on the following Sunday. He would not make a promise now, and at any rate he could not go before Sunday. He did not like to pledge himself suddenly to such an adventure, knowing that it would be best that he should first have his wife’s ideas on the matter. Then he took his leave, and as he went out of the house he saw the miller standing36 at the door of the mill. He raised his hand and said, “Good-bye,” but the miller quickly turned his back to him and retreated into his mill.
As he walked up to his house through the village he met Mr. Puddleham. “So Sam Brattle is off again, sir,” said the minister.
“Off what, Mr. Puddleham?”
“Gone clean away. Out of the country.”
“Who has told you that, Mr. Puddleham?”
“Isn’t it true, sir? You ought to know, Mr. Fenwick, as you’re one of the bailsmen.”
“I’ve just been at the mill, and I didn’t see him.”
“I don’t think you’ll ever see him at the mill again, Mr. Fenwick; nor yet in Bullhampton, unless the police have to bring him here.”
“As I was saying, I didn’t see him at the mill, Mr. Puddleham, because I didn’t go in; but he’s working there at this moment, and has been all the day. He’s all right, Mr. Puddleham. You go and have a few words with him, or with his father, and you’ll find they’re quite comfortable at the mill now.”
“Constable Hicks told me that he was out of the country,” said Mr. Puddleham, walking away in considerable disgust.
Mrs. Fenwick’s opinion was, upon the whole, rather in favour of the second expedition to Pycroft Common, as she declared that the mother should at any rate be allowed to see her child. She indeed would not submit to the idea of the miller’s indomitable powers. If she were Mrs. Brattle, she said, she’d pull the old man’s ears, and make him give way.
“You go and try,” said the Vicar.
On the Sunday morning following, Fanny was told that on Wednesday Mr. Fenwick would drive her mother over to Pycroft Common. He had no doubt, he said, but that Carry would still be found living with Mrs. Burrows37. He explained that the old woman had luckily been absent during his visit, but would probably be there when they went again. As to that they must take their chance. And the whole plan was arranged. Mr. Fenwick was to be on the road in his gig at Mr. Gilmore’s gate at ten o’clock, and Mrs. Brattle was to meet him there at that hour.
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