Not being tried and tutored in the world.
Two Gentlemen of Verona.
In the seventeenth century marriages, as a rule, were arranged in a very formal fashion by parents or guardians1; then, after letters relating to money matters had passed on both sides, the young people were encouraged to meet. But the lifelong intimacy2 between Gabriel and Hilary had set ordinary customs aside, and before Mrs. Unett had in the least awakened3 to the idea that the old friendship had changed and developed, the morning in the wood had altered the whole course of her daughter’s life.
In the Palace at Hereford it chanced strangely enough that on that very day another matrimonial project was being discussed, for late in the previous evening Dr. William Coke, of Bromyard, one of Hilary’s uncles, had unexpectedly arrived to see the Bishop4, bringing with him a formal letter of proposal for the hand of his niece from one Mr. Geers, of Garnons, a rich squire5 who had long been his friend. At the precise moment when Gabriel was confessing his love in the uninterrupted quiet of the coppice, and Simon the groom6 shrewdly guessing as he waited at the gibbet that “young maister was lommaking in the ripple,” a grave discussion was going on in the Bishop’s study.
“You see, daughter,” said the old man, persuasively7, “this proposal deserves consideration. Mr. Geers is a worthy8 man, and the settlement he would make is altogether satisfactory.”
“Yet he is over old for Hilary,” sighed the mother. “He would wish to wed9 without delay, and how can I spare my child?”
“She would still be in the county,” said her brother cheerily; “however, I don’t wish to plead for the gentleman, I am but his ambassador, not his advocate.”
Mrs. Unett looked with relief at the speaker. The parson had always been her favourite brother. He had appreciated her husband and had shared to a certain extent in his views, which had not been the case with any other member of the Coke family. Then, too, he was so kindly10, so genial11; he had such a keen enjoyment12 of life and contrived13 to make his antiquarian pursuits so extremely amusing to other people. Unlike some hobby-riders, he was never a bore, and to see his good-natured face beam with satisfaction when he discovered a treasure for his collection was a thing to remember. His rare visits to Hereford never failed to delight both Hilary and her mother.
“Tell me what you advise, brother,” said Mrs. Unett.
The parson laughed.
“You could not appeal to a worse man,” he said. “I am an indifferent good judge of old oak, and know something of fossils, but of love matters I am as ignorant as a child of seven. It seems that worthy Mr. Geers wants a wife, he is not blessed as I am with the love of antiquities14, and he finds his country mansion15 wondrous16 dull. If Hilary pines for a husband, why, then, I should advise you to let the gentleman woo her.”
“I am very sure she is in no haste to wed,” said Mrs. Unett, “she is not yet eighteen, and would be loth to leave her home.”
“My dear, ’tis a good offer, and should not lightly be disregarded,” said the Bishop. “In many ways it would be well that Hilary should be established, and her future happiness secured.”
“Is that so easily done?” said Dr. Coke, with a quizzical smile. “Future happiness comes not with broad lands and a full purse. Perchance pretty Hilary would find the great mansion dull; or, again, she might, like a dame17 I once met, confess that the estate was all that could be wished, and that for the man—why, he was but a passing evil, and came of a short-lived family.”
Mrs. Unett smiled at his droll18 voice as he quoted the philosophical19 wife.
“Hilary is not made after that pattern,” she said. “Truth to tell, the maid has a will of her own, and is a trifle fastidious.”
“My dear,” said the Bishop, “she is a good, obedient maid, and if we show her that this arrangement is for her good, I make no doubt she will accept Mr. Geers’ suit.”
Dr. Coke smiled at his sister’s dubious20 expression.
“Are we so sure it is for her good?” he said. “Let the little maid see her suitor and judge for herself. But I must not stay talking any longer of marrying and giving in marriage, for I am to visit Sir Richard Hopton at Canon Frome on my way home. Do you entrust21 me with a message to the owner of Garnons? He comes to stay with me to-morrow.”
“Thank him for his courtesy, and say that we shall gladly receive him as a guest next week, if it suits his convenience,” said the Bishop. “The two had best meet as you suggest, and we shall see what time will bring forth22.”
He returned to his treatise23 on the Colossians, and William Coke ordered his horse, kissed his sister, and, noticing her wistful expression, racked his kindly brain for some word that would cheer her.
“I am a doited old bachelor,” he said, smoothing back his grizzled hair and adjusting his wide felt hat. “But I somehow fancy Hilary will be in no haste to leave her mother for this worthy gentleman.”
Mrs. Unett sighed. Her voice had a mournful tone in it as she replied, “It is, after all, the way of the world, and what mothers must expect.”
He moved towards the door, but suddenly returned to her side with a broad smile on his ruddy face, and a world of fun in his twinkling eyes.
“Make yourself easy,” he said, “I don’t think she will accept him. I am the man’s ambassador, but there is one trifle I had forgot—I honestly admit that he squints24.”
He rode off laughing to himself, and gave little more thought to the matter, for, as he had very truly remarked, love affairs were not at all in his line, and some interesting relics25 at Canon Frome drove both Hilary and her suitor from his mind.
The poor Bishop, however, was not long allowed to dwell on the spiritual characteristics of the men of Colosse; for in the late afternoon Dr. Harford craved26 an audience of him, and after due apologies for Gabriel’s impetuous love-making, told Hilary’s grandfather of Mr. Unett’s words in the past, and begged his consent to the union of the two old playmates.
The Bishop was dismayed at the proposal, and ruefully remembered that the dangers of constant intercourse28 had struck him when Gabriel returned from Oxford29, but that a sudden idea as to the position of “Tychicus, a beloved brother and faithful minister,” had driven out the prudent30 reflection. His treatise had prospered31 wonderfully that summer, but meanwhile his granddaughter had been free to see as much as she pleased of the physician’s son.
“To be frank with you, sir,” he said, “I have other plans for Hilary, and am at this moment in treaty with Mr. Geers of Garnons. But even if she declines his suit, I am fain to confess that a marriage with your son is not what I should wish for her.”
“My lord, it was her father’s wish,” said Dr. Harford.
“Ay, but times have changed since the death of my son-inlaw. We do not think alike, either in religion or in politics, sir; and I should hesitate to give my grandchild in marriage to one likely to oppose me in matters both of Church and State.”
“The lad is scarce eighteen,” said Dr. Harford, “and is as yet a mere32 observer of current events. He hath, I am well assured, nought33 but respect and affection for you, my lord, and his whole heart is set on wedding Hilary. Other proposals may be in a worldly way more desirable, but the children have loved each other, if I mistake not, all their lives, and ’tis ill meddling34 with hearts.”
“The matter shall be referred to my daughter,” said the Bishop, rising. “Personally, I have nothing against your son; on the contrary, I think him full of promise. But he is over young to marry, and there are many objections to a long betrothal35.”
Dr. Harford could only withdraw, and the Bishop, chafing36 a little at having to spend his time on these mundane37 matters, went to his daughter’s house to tell her what had passed.
Mrs. Unett had, however, already heard Hilary’s version of the story, and the thought of giving her daughter to Gabriel was so much more congenial to her than any notion of entertaining Mr. Geer’s proposal, that the Bishop found an opponent where he had looked for an ally. After a prolonged discussion, Mrs. Unett—never well able to resist the opinion of a man—sent for her daughter by way of support, and Hilary, who, after telling her mother of the events of the morning, had gone to her own chamber38 to dream it all over again, came down to the withdrawing room in no small trepidation39.
“Child,” said the Bishop, “I have had a proposal for your hand.”
“Yes, my lord,” she said, curtseying as she approached him.
“Sit down, my dear, and let me tell you of the gentleman.”
Hilary’s eyes widened. Was Gabriel a gentleman she needed telling about? She could have laughed at the notion had not good manners obliged her to wait dutifully for the next remark.
“His estate is very large, and is in this county; although some years your senior, he is still only in middle life, and will, I am assured, make you an excellent husband.”
“Mother!” gasped40 Hilary, in dismay. “What does it mean?”
“Your grandfather refers to an offer from Mr. Geers, of Garnons, which he received before that of Mr. Harford. I think, my dear, you must at least see the gentleman next week when he stays at the Palace.”
“Certainly,” said the Bishop, with decision. “And I must tell you, Hilary, that his offer is not to be lightly refused. I cannot approve of any betrothal between you and Gabriel Harford, though very naturally some idle thoughts of love may have arisen from your being so much together.”
Hilary’s breath came fast. There was a choking feeling in her throat, nothing but pride kept her from tears—pride and a determination that, cost what it might, she would never yield.
“My lord,” she said, quietly; “I will certainly see Mr. Geers if it is your wish, but do not lead him to think that I shall accept his offer—that were impossible.”
“I very much wish you to accept the offer, but of course, I will not compel you, my child,” said the Bishop. “As to this other offer, however, I altogether disapprove41 of the notion, and I beg that you will discontinue all intercourse with Gabriel Harford.”
“My lord, he is the man my father wished me to marry,” said Hilary. “Does that count for nothing? He is the man to whom I have given my heart, does that weigh nought with you?”
There was a break in her voice, and a quivering of her lip as she spoke42. The Bishop took her hand caressingly43.
“Child, you are young—you are young,” he said, tenderly. “’Tis an easy matter to let the heart go to the first handsome face and the first flattering tongue that appeals to you. Believe me you have not yet seen enough of the world to judge. Gabriel Harford has a winsome44 way with him, but he is as yet wholly unformed, you cannot tell what he will grow into.”
“I love him—and can afford to trust the future,” said the girl, confidently.
The old Bishop shook his head sadly; nevertheless, the depth and reality of Hilary’s love had touched his heart.
“Let us leave it in this way,” he said. “See no more of the young man while he remains45 in Hereford. Give Mr. Geers a fair and unprejudiced hearing, and let us see what time will bring forth.” He rose to take leave of them, pausing at the door to counsel Mrs. Unett to send a letter without delay to Dr. Harford, acquainting him with their decision.
“It is better so, my child,” said the mother, when once more the two were by themselves. “Your grandfather is no doubt right. Gabriel is very young, and you cannot tell what manner of man he will be. I must write to his father. To do that does not rob you of all hope, it merely means that we must have good proof of Gabriel’s constancy before making promises as to the future.”
“We can wait,” said Hilary, firmly. But then she remembered the rapture46 of the morning, and the confident tone of Gabriel’s voice, as he said: “This is the joy that lasts.”
Alas47! How soon had their day been over-clouded! She turned aside to the window and looked out at the cathedral through a mist of tears, hearing the scratching of her mother’s pen with a dull heartache. Presently down in the street below she saw a very carefully-dressed, spruce little lady, with grey curls and a benevolent48 face. It was kind-hearted Mrs. Joyce Jefferies, speaking to a little bare-footed lad and making him happy with a penny. In taking out her purse she dropped her handkerchief, and Hilary, running swiftly out of the room, threw open the front door and hastened to restore the handkerchief to its owner, The old maiden49 lady thanked her, but noticed the sad look in her eyes. “What is amiss, child?” she asked, stroking the girl’s cheek. “I met you riding this morning with a very different face.”
“Nothing lasts!” said Hilary, with tears in her voice.
“Yes, one thing,” said Mrs. Joyce Jefferies, a light dawning in her kind eyes. “There is an old poem in which you will find a truer saying, ‘All goeth but Godde’s will.’” The gentle little lady walked on, but although she said nothing, she was able to make a shrewd guess that her god-son, Gabriel Harford, was in some way the cause of Hilary’s trouble, and on reaching her house in Widemarsh street, she penned him a note inviting50 him to dine with her one day in the next week.
Hilary did not return to the withdrawing-room for fully27 half-an-hour, and then found that her mother was only just folding the formal letter, which had been hard to write. “May I enclose this to Gabriel, ma’am?” said the girl, putting a tiny sealed packet on the table.
“I do not think your grandfather would approve of a correspondence between you,” said Mrs. Unett, hesitating.
“’Tis not a letter—I will show it to you, if you wish, mother.”
The mother looked up into the dark eyes, saw the traces of tears, and forgot the Bishop’s prudent objections.
“I will send it, child,” she said, kissing her tenderly. “Do not think that I have forgot my own young days. And bear not so sad a face, Hilary, for I have great confidence in Gabriel, and would spare you to him in the future, more willingly than to any other man.”
Hilary’s face lighted up at these comfortable words. Surely time would prove to everyone’s satisfaction that they were indeed well suited to each other.
To fill up the hours of waiting Gabriel had gone out fishing, and when the light failed he lay on the bank of the river watching the dark trees as they stood out russet, grey and purple against the mellow51 evening sky, their heavy summer foliage52 hardly moving, so still was the air. All the world seemed beautiful, and he was far too happy to have any doubts. What could stand in his way when Hilary herself had owned her love? Not all the bishops53 in England could really interfere54 between them! And over and over in his mind there rang her softly spoken words, “I give you my heart.”
By this time surely his father’s visit to the palace would be well over, and the consent won? He sprang to his feet, shouldered his rod, and, with a glance at the fish he had caught, closed the basket, resolving to carry it to old Durdle, the housekeeper55, for Mrs. Unett’s breakfast.
As he walked through the fields he whistled, “Phyllis on the New Mown Hay,” for sheer light-heartedness, and had some difficulty in pacing gravely through the streets when he reached the city. Old Nat, the sailor, meeting him in High Town, noticed his blithe56 face.
“Good e’en to you, sir,” he said, “you’re looking piert and heartful. Have ye had good luck?”
“Ay!” he replied, “it has been a lucky day with me. Look!” and he opened the basket. “You must have one of these fellows for your supper.”
With a cheery “Good night!” he passed on, leaving the old sailor divided between admiration57 of the trout58 and its donor59.
“Takes after his father, he does,” muttered the old man, “an open hand and a good heart. But it’ll go hard with him in times like these, for he’s independent, and none too fond of knocking under to great folk.”
Twilight60 reigned61 in the house when Gabriel closed the front door behind him, but a streak62 of lamp-light came from the region of the study-door, and on entering the room he found his father and mother gravely discussing an open letter. Something in their faces struck a chill to his heart.
“Did you see the Bishop, sir?” he asked, eagerly.
“Sit down, lad,” said the doctor, pointing to a chair by the table which his patients were wont63 to occupy while he interviewed them. “Yes, I saw him; our talk was not satisfactory. Still, I would not have you lose heart altogether.”
The reaction from the morning was too great, however. Gabriel turned deathly white; he could not frame his lips to the question he longed, yet dreaded64 to put. The pain carried him back curiously65 to a former scene in that very room, when in an agony of nervous anticipation66 he had waited for the hot iron to be put on his mangled67 arm, and again he seemed to hear the words: “Nothing could daunt68 Sir John Eliot; cost what it might, he was ever true!” With an effort he pulled himself together.
“May I hear, sir, what actually passed?” he said.
And the doctor hastened to tell him all, then placed Mrs. Unett’s letter in his hands.
It was a kind, incoherent, weak letter, but Gabriel saw with relief that the writer did not at all favour the suit of Mr. Geers of Garnons. His mother, however, quickly dispelled69 what little consolation70 he had gained. There had never been much love lost between the two ladies.
“Never mind, my son,” she said. “In my opinion, you are very well out of the whole affair. Hilary is an only daughter, and has been spoilt and indulged by an over-fond parent, till she thinks everything must give way to her whims71. Depend upon it, she would have been ill to live with.”
“I will wed none other,” said Gabriel, passionately72, and, finding the discussion intolerable, he rose to go.
The doctor put a little packet into his hand. “It is for you,” he said. “Courage, lad! After all, the Bishop can but enforce a certain time of waiting on you if you are true to each other.”
The words carried some comfort with them, and hope rose again in his heart as he strode hurriedly through the garden to the south walk, where he eagerly opened the packet directed to him in Hilary’s somewhat laboured handwriting. The moon had just risen, and by its soft light he saw a curl of dark hair tied with a narrow ribbon, on which some letters were traced. With no little difficulty he made out the motto, “All goeth but Godde’s will.”
The message brought him fresh courage. It seemed to put everything in a true light. After all, what were differences of opinion on religious matters when words such as these could be their mutual73 comfort? He had never troubled to think whether they differed or not. The mere fact that the Bishop was one of the Laudian prelates, and that his father objected to the tendency to revert74 to Medi忙valism in the English Church, could not surely affect the question of his marriage with Hilary? It was sheer nonsense to think that such a thing could part them when they were united already by love, and by trust in the Divine will, which could not fail. So, although he was sore-hearted and downcast, he was far from hopeless, and after a while was ready to throw himself with ardour into his father’s plans for his future.
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