On the Sunday afternoon Mrs. Baines was trying to repose1 a little in the drawing-room, where she had caused a fire to be lighted. Constance was in the adjacent bedroom with her father. Sophia lay between blankets in the room overhead with a feverish2 cold. This cold and her new dress were Mrs. Baines's sole consolation3 at the moment. She had prophesied4 a cold for Sophia, refuser of castor- oil, and it had come. Sophia had received, for standing5 in her nightdress at a draughty window of a May morning, what Mrs. Baines called 'nature's slap in the face.' As for the dress, she had worshipped God in it, and prayed for Sophia in it, before dinner; and its four double rows of gimp on the skirt had been accounted a great success. With her lace-bordered mantle6 and her low, stringed bonnet7 she had assuredly given a unique lustre8 to the congregation at chapel9. She was stout10; but the fashions, prescribing vague outlines, broad downward slopes, and vast amplitudes11, were favourable12 to her shape. It must not be supposed that stout women of a certain age never seek to seduce13 the eye and trouble the meditations14 of man by other than moral charms. Mrs. Baines knew that she was comely15, natty16, imposing17, and elegant; and the knowledge gave her real pleasure. She would look over her shoulder in the glass as anxious as a girl: make no mistake.
She did not repose; she could not. She sat thinking, in exactly the same posture18 as Sophia's two afternoons previously19. She would have been surprised to hear that her attitude, bearing, and expression powerfully recalled those of her reprehensible21 daughter. But it was so. A good angel made her restless, and she went idly to the window and glanced upon the empty, shuttered Square. She too, majestic22 matron, had strange, brief yearnings for an existence more romantic than this; shootings across her spirit's firmament23 of tailed comets; soft, inexplicable24 melancholies. The good angel, withdrawing her from such a mood, directed her gaze to a particular spot at the top of the square.
She passed at once out of the room--not precisely25 in a hurry, yet without wasting time. In a recess26 under the stairs, immediately outside the door, was a box about a foot square and eighteen inches deep covered with black American cloth. She bent27 down and unlocked this box, which was padded within and contained the Baines silver tea-service. She drew from the box teapot, sugar- bowl, milk-jug28, sugar-tongs, hot-water jug, and cake-stand (a flattish dish with an arching semicircular handle)--chased vessels30, silver without and silver-gilt within; glittering heirlooms that shone in the dark corner like the secret pride of respectable families. These she put on a tray that always stood on end in the recess. Then she looked upwards31 through the banisters to the second floor.
"Maggie!" she piercingly whispered.
"Yes, mum," came a voice.
"Are you dressed?"
"Yes, mum. I'm just coming."
"Well, put on your muslin." "Apron32," Mrs. Baines implied.
Maggie understood.
"Take these for tea," said Mrs. Baines when Maggie descended33. "Better rub them over. You know where the cake is--that new one. The best cups. And the silver spoons."
They both heard a knock at the side-door, far off, below.
"There!" exclaimed Mrs. Baines. "Now take these right down into the kitchen before you open."
"Yes, mum," said Maggie, departing.
Mrs. Baines was wearing a black alpaca apron. She removed it and put on another one of black satin embroidered34 with yellow flowers, which, by merely inserting her arm into the chamber36, she had taken from off the chest of drawers in her bedroom. Then she fixed37 herself in the drawing-room.
Maggie returned, rather short of breath, convoying the visitor.
"Ah! Miss Chetwynd," said Mrs. Baines, rising to welcome. "I'm sure I'm delighted to see you. I saw you coming down the Square, and I said to myself, 'Now, I do hope Miss Chetwynd isn't going to forget us.'"
Miss Chetwynd, simpering momentarily, came forward with that self- conscious, slightly histrionic air, which is one of the penalties of pedagogy. She lived under the eyes of her pupils. Her life was one ceaseless effort to avoid doing anything which might influence her charges for evil or shock the natural sensitiveness of their parents. She had to wind her earthly way through a forest of the most delicate susceptibilities--fern-fronds38 that stretched across the path, and that she must not even accidentally disturb with her skirt as she passed. No wonder she walked mincingly39! No wonder she had a habit of keeping her elbows close to her sides, and drawing her mantle tight in the streets! Her prospectus40 talked about 'a sound and religious course of training,' 'study embracing the usual branches of English, with music by a talented master, drawing, dancing, and calisthenics.' Also 'needlework plain and ornamental41;' also 'moral influence;' and finally about terms, 'which are very moderate, and every particular, with references to parents and others, furnished on application.' (Sometimes, too, without application.) As an illustration of the delicacy42 of fern- fronds, that single word 'dancing' had nearly lost her Constance and Sophia seven years before!
She was a pinched virgin43, aged44 forty, and not 'well off;' in her family the gift of success had been monopolized45 by her elder sister. For these characteristics Mrs. Baines, as a matron in easy circumstances, pitied Miss Chetwynd. On the other hand, Miss Chetwynd could choose ground from which to look down upon Mrs. Baines, who after all was in trade. Miss Chetwynd had no trace of the local accent; she spoke46 with a southern refinement47 which the Five Towns, while making fun of it, envied. All her O's had a genteel leaning towards 'ow,' as ritualism leans towards Romanism. And she was the fount of etiquette48, a wonder of correctness; in the eyes of her pupils' parents not so much 'a perfect LADY' as 'a PERFECT lady.' So that it was an extremely nice question whether, upon the whole, Mrs. Baines secretly condescended49 to Miss Chetwynd or Miss Chetwynd to Mrs. Baines. Perhaps Mrs. Baines, by virtue50 of her wifehood, carried the day.
Miss Chetwynd, carefully and precisely seated, opened the conversation by explaining that even if Mrs. Baines had not written she should have called in any case, as she made a practice of calling at the home of her pupils in vacation time: which was true. Mrs. Baines, it should be stated, had on Friday afternoon sent to Miss Chetwynd one of her most luxurious51 notes--lavender- coloured paper with scalloped edges, the selectest mode of the day--to announce, in her Italian hand, that Constance and Sophia would both leave school at the end of the next term, and giving reasons in regard to Sophia.
Before the visitor had got very far, Maggie came in with a lacquered tea-caddy and the silver teapot and a silver spoon on a lacquered tray. Mrs. Baines, while continuing to talk, chose a key from her bunch, unlocked the tea-caddy, and transferred four teaspoonfuls of tea from it to the teapot and relocked the caddy.
"Strawberry," she mysteriously whispered to Maggie; and Maggie disappeared, bearing the tray and its contents.
"And how is your sister? It is quite a long time since she was down here," Mrs. Baines went on to Miss Chetwynd, after whispering "strawberry."
The remark was merely in the way of small-talk--for the hostess felt a certain unwilling52 hesitation53 to approach the topic of daughters--but it happened to suit the social purpose of Miss Chetwynd to a nicety. Miss Chetwynd was a vessel29 brimming with great tidings.
"She is very well, thank you," said Miss Chetwynd, and her expression grew exceedingly vivacious54. Her face glowed with pride as she added, "Of course everything is changed now."
"Indeed?" murmured Mrs. Baines, with polite curiosity.
"Yes," said Miss Chetwynd. "You've not heard?"
"No," said Mrs. Baines. Miss Chetwynd knew that she had not heard.
"About Elizabeth's engagement? To the Reverend Archibald Jones?"
It is the fact that Mrs. Baines was taken aback. She did nothing indiscreet; she did not give vent55 to her excusable amazement56 that the elder Miss Chetwynd should be engaged to any one at all, as some women would have done in the stress of the moment. She kept her presence of mind.
"This is really MOST interesting!" said she.
It was. For Archibald Jones was one of the idols57 of the Wesleyan Methodist Connexion, a special preacher famous throughout England. At 'Anniversaries' and 'Trust sermons,' Archibald Jones had probably no rival. His Christian58 name helped him; it was a luscious59, resounding60 mouthful for admirers. He was not an itinerant61 minister, migrating every three years. His function was to direct the affairs of the 'Book Room,' the publishing department of the Connexion. He lived in London, and shot out into the provinces at week-ends, preaching on Sundays and giving a lecture, tinctured with bookishness, 'in the chapel' on Monday evenings. In every town he visited there was competition for the privilege of entertaining him. He had zeal62, indefatigable63 energy, and a breezy wit. He was a widower64 of fifty, and his wife had been dead for twenty years. It had seemed as if women were not for this bright star. And here Elizabeth Chetwynd, who had left the Five Towns a quarter of a century before at the age of twenty, had caught him! Austere65, moustached, formidable, desiccated, she must have done it with her powerful intellect! It must be a union of intellects! He had been impressed by hers, and she by his, and then their intellects had kissed. Within a week fifty thousand women in forty counties had pictured to themselves this osculation of intellects, and shrugged66 their shoulders, and decided67 once more that men were incomprehensible. These great ones in London, falling in love like the rest! But no! Love was a ribald and voluptuous68 word to use in such a matter as this. It was generally felt that the Reverend Archibald Jones and Miss Chetwynd the elder would lift marriage to what would now be termed an astral plane.
After tea had been served, Mrs. Baines gradually recovered her position, both in her own private esteem69 and in the deference70 of Miss Aline Chetwynd.
"Yes," said she. "You can talk about your sister, and you can call HIM Archibald, and you can mince71 up your words. But have you got a tea-service like this? Can you conceive more perfect strawberry jam than this? Did not my dress cost more than you spend on your clothes in a year? Has a man ever looked at you? After all, is there not something about my situation ... in short, something ...?"
She did not say this aloud. She in no way deviated72 from the scrupulous73 politeness of a hostess. There was nothing in even her tone to indicate that Mrs. John Baines was a personage. Yet it suddenly occurred to Miss Chetwynd that her pride in being the prospective74 sister-in-law of the Rev20. Archibald Jones would be better for a while in her pocket. And she inquired after Mr. Baines. After this the conversation limped somewhat.
"I suppose you weren't surprised by my letter?" said Mrs. Baines.
"I was and I wasn't," answered Miss Chetwynd, in her professional manner and not her manner of a prospective sister-in-law. "Of course I am naturally sorry to lose two such good pupils, but we can't keep our pupils for ever." She smiled; she was not without fortitude--it is easier to lose pupils than to replace them. "Still"--a pause--"what you say of Sophia is perfectly75 true, perfectly. She is quite as advanced as Constance. Still"--another pause and a more rapid enunciation--"Sophia is by no means an ordinary girl."
"I hope she hasn't been a very great trouble to you?"
"Oh NO!" exclaimed Miss Chetwynd. "Sophia and I have got on very well together. I have always tried to appeal to her reason. I have never FORCED her ... Now, with some girls ... In some ways I look on Sophia as the most remarkable76 girl--not pupil--but the most remarkable--what shall I say?--individuality, that I have ever met with." And her demeanour added, "And, mind you, this is something- -from me!"
"Indeed!" said Mrs. Baines. She told herself, "I am not your common foolish parent. I see my children impartially77. I am incapable78 of being flattered concerning them."
Nevertheless she was nattered, and the thought shaped itself that really Sophia was no ordinary girl.
"I suppose she has talked to you about becoming a teacher?" asked Miss Chetwynd, taking a morsel79 of the unparalleled jam.
She held the spoon with her thumb and three fingers. Her fourth finger, in matters of honest labour, would never associate with the other three; delicately curved, it always drew proudly away from them.
"Has she mentioned that to you?" Mrs. Baines demanded, startled.
"Oh yes!" said Miss Chetwynd. "Several times. Sophia is a very secretive girl, very--but I think I may say I have always had her confidence. There have been times when Sophia and I have been very near each other. Elizabeth was much struck with her. Indeed, I may tell you that in one of her last letters to me she spoke of Sophia and said she had mentioned her to Mr. Jones, and Mr. Jones remembered her quite well."
Impossible for even a wise, uncommon80 parent not to be affected81 by such an announcement!
"I dare say your sister will give up her school now," observed Mrs. Baines, to divert attention from her self-consciousness.
"Oh NO!" And this time Mrs. Baines had genuinely shocked Miss Chetwynd. "Nothing would induce Elizabeth to give up the cause of education. Archibald takes the keenest interest in the school. Oh no! Not for worlds!"
"THEN YOU THINK SOPHIA WOULD MAKE A GOOD TEACHER?" asked Mrs. Baines with apparent inconsequence, and with a smile. But the words marked an epoch82 in her mind. All was over.
"I think she is very much set on it and--"
"That wouldn't affect her father--or me," said Mrs. Baines quickly.
"Certainly not! I merely say that she is very much set on it. Yes, she would, at any rate, make a teacher far superior to the average." ("That girl has got the better of her mother without me!" she reflected.) "Ah! Here is dear Constance!"
Constance, tempted83 beyond her strength by the sounds of the visit and the colloquy84, had slipped into the room.
"I've left both doors open, mother," she excused herself for quitting her father, and kissed Miss Chetwynd.
She blushed, but she blushed happily, and really made a most creditable debut85 as a young lady. Her mother rewarded her by taking her into the conversation. And history was soon made.
So Sophia was apprenticed86 to Miss Aline Chetwynd. Mrs. Baines bore herself greatly. It was Miss Chetwynd who had urged, and her respect for Miss Chetwynd ... Also somehow the Reverend Archibald Jones came into the cause.
Of course the idea of Sophia ever going to London was ridiculous, ridiculous! (Mrs. Baines secretly feared that the ridiculous might happen; but, with the Reverend Archibald Jones on the spot, the worst could be faced.) Sophia must understand that even the apprenticeship87 in Bursley was merely a trial. They would see how things went on. She had to thank Miss Chetwynd.
"I made Miss Chetwynd come and talk to mother," said Sophia magnificently one night to simple Constance, as if to imply, 'Your Miss Chetwynd is my washpot.'
To Constance, Sophia's mere35 enterprise was just as staggering as her success. Fancy her deliberately88 going out that Saturday morning, after her mother's definite decision, to enlist89 Miss Chetwynd in her aid!
There is no need to insist on the tragic90 grandeur91 of Mrs. Baines's renunciation--a renunciation which implied her acceptance of a change in the balance of power in her realm. Part of its tragedy was that none, not even Constance, could divine the intensity92 of Mrs. Baines's suffering. She had no confidant; she was incapable of showing a wound. But when she lay awake at night by the organism which had once been her husband, she dwelt long and deeply on the martyrdom of her life. What had she done to deserve it? Always had she conscientiously93 endeavoured to be kind, just, patient. And she knew herself to be sagacious and prudent94. In the frightful95 and unguessed trials of her existence as a wife, surely she might have been granted consolations96 as a mother! Yet no; it had not been! And she felt all the bitterness of age against youth--youth egotistic, harsh, cruel, uncompromising; youth that is so crude, so ignorant of life, so slow to understand! She had Constance. Yes, but it would be twenty years before Constance could appreciate the sacrifice of judgment97 and of pride which her mother had made, in a sudden decision, during that rambling98, starched99, simpering interview with Miss Aline Chetwynd. Probably Constance thought that she had yielded to Sophia's passionate100 temper! Impossible to explain to Constance that she had yielded to nothing but a perception of Sophia's complete inability to hear reason and wisdom. Ah! Sometimes as she lay in the dark, she would, in fancy, snatch her heart from her bosom101 and fling it down before Sophia, bleeding, and cry: "See what I carry about with me, on your account!" Then she would take it back and hide it again, and sweeten her bitterness with wise admonitions to herself.
All this because Sophia, aware that if she stayed in the house she would be compelled to help in the shop, chose an honourable102 activity which freed her from the danger. Heart, how absurd of you to bleed!
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