As a man in love will sometimes see in every other man a plotter for his beloved, and would never believe it if he were told that he alone sees charm in her and that to others she is undesirable2, so Reuben could not conceive ambition apart from the rugged3, tough, unfruitful Boarzell, whom no man desired but he. He at once started negotiations4 for buying another twenty acres, though at present he could ill afford it, owing to the expenses involved by his family misfortunes and his new mania5 for prestige.
He watched Grandturzel's developments with a stern and anxious eye, and kept pace with them as well as he could. The farm consisted of about fifty-five acres of grass and tilth, apart from the forty acres of Boarzell, which neither Realf nor his father had ever attempted to cultivate, using them merely for fuel and timber, or as pasturage for the ewes when their lambs were taken from them. Old Realf had allowed the place to acquire a dilapidated rakish look, but his son at once began to smarten it up. He tarred the two oast-houses till they shone blue with the reflected sky, he painted his barn doors green, and re-roofed the Dutch Barn with scarlet6 tiles that could be seen all the way from Tiffenden Hill. He enriched his poultry-yard with a rare strain of Orpington, and was the only farmer in the district besides Reuben to do his reaping and hay-making by machinery7.
Realf was about twenty-five, a tall, well-set-up young fellow, with certain elegancies about him. In business he was of a simple, open-temperament, genuinely proud of his farm, and na?ve enough to boast of its progress to Backfield himself.
Indeed he was so na?ve that it was not till Reuben had once or twice sneered8 at him in public that he realised there was any friction9 between Grandturzel[Pg 197] and Odiam, and even then he scarcely grasped its importance, for one night at the Cocks, Coalbran said rather maliciously10 to Reuben:
"Which of your gals11 is it that young Realf is sweet on?"
"My gals! Neither of 'em. Wot d'you mean?"
"Only that he walks home wud them from church every Sunday, and f?alkses are beginning to wonder which he's going to m?ake Mrs. Realf, surelye!"
Reuben turned brick-red with indignation.
"Neither of my gals is going to be Mrs. Realf. I'd see her dead fust! And the fellers as spread about such ugly lying tales, I'll——" and Reuben scowled12 thunderously at Coalbran, whom he had never forgiven since the scene in Rye Court-house.
"He slanders14 my sons and he slanders my daughters," he muttered to himself as he went home, "and I reckon as this time it ?un't true."
However, next Sunday he astonished his family by saying he would accompany them to church. Hitherto Reuben's churchmanship had been entirely15 political, he had hardly ever been inside Peasmarsh church since his marriage, except for the christenings of his children—though he considered himself one of the pillars of the Establishment. His family were exceedingly suspicious of this change of heart, and the girls whispered guiltily together. "He's found out," said Caro, and Tilly sighed.
There was much turning of heads when Ben Backfield was seen to take his place with his children in their pew.... "Wot's he arter now?"—"Summat to do wud his farm you may be sartain."—"He's heard about his gals and young Realf."—"Ho, the wicked old sinner! I wish as Passon 'ud tip it to un straight."
Realf of Grandturzel sat a little way ahead on the opposite side, and Reuben watched him all through the service. Times had changed since Robert had hurled[Pg 198] his big voice among the rafters with the village choir16. The choir now sat in the chancel and wore surplices; the Parson too wore a surplice when he preached; for the Oxford17 Movement had spread to Peasmarsh, and Mr. Barnaby, the new clergyman, lived at the Rectory, instead of appointing a curate to do so, and unheard-of things happened in the way of week-day services and Holy Communion at eight o'clock in the morning. Reuben, however, scarcely noticed the changes, so absorbed was he in young Realf. Occasionally the boy would turn his head on his shoulder and rashly contemplate18 the Backfield pew. Reuben invariably met him with a stare and a scowl13.
All through the sermon he sat with his eyes fixed19 on Realf's profile. There was his rival, the man with whom he would have to reckon most during the difficult future, with whom he was fighting for Boarzell. He looked marvellously young and comely20 as he sat there in the fretted21 light, and suddenly for the first time Reuben realised that he was not as young as he had been. He was forty-six—he was getting old.
Something thick and icy seemed to creep into his blood, and he gripped the edge of the pew, as he stared at Realf, sitting there so unconsciously, his damped and brushed hair gleaming ruddily in the light that poured through some saint's aureole. He must not let this youngster beat him.... Beat him?—the ice in his blood froze thicker—after all he had not done so very much during the twenty-six years he had toiled23 and struggled; he had won only a hundred acres of Boarzell—little more than Realf had to start with ... and Realf was only twenty-five.
Caro and Tilly, sitting carefully so as not to crush their muslins, both their heads slewed24 round a little towards Realf, noticed how their father's throat was working, how hot flows of colour rushed up and ebbed25 away under the tan on his cheeks. For the first time[Pg 199] Reuben was contemplating26 failure, looking that livid horror full in the face, seeing himself beaten, after all his toil22 and heartache, by a younger man.
But the next moment he cast the coward feeling from him. His experience had given him immeasurable advantage over this babe. Realf who had never felt the sweat pouring like water down his tired body, who had never swooned asleep from sheer exhaustion27, or lain awake all night from sheer anxiety, who had not sacrificed wife and children and friends and self to one dear, loved, darling ambition ... bah! what could he do against the man who had done all these things, and was prepared to go on doing them to the end?
When the congregation rose to sing Reuben held his head proudly and his shoulders square. He felt himself a match for any youngster.
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