One morning—it must have been about a week after the squire's words to me—I had occasion to go out onto our cliff to plant out some cuttings that Joyce had procured4 and sent me from London. Reuben was in the orchard5 hard by, mowing6 the grass under the apple-trees. He did such work when hands were few. The orchard was only divided by a wall from the garden, and Reuben and I kept up a brisk conversation across it.
"I've heard say as Mister Harrod be for persuading master to have new sorts o' hops8 planted along the hill-side this year, miss," Reuben was saying.
"Indeed," said I. "Well, I suppose ours aren't a good sort, then."
"That's for them as knows to say," replied the old man. "The Lord have made growths for every part, and it's ill flyin' in the face of the Lord."
"Well, Mr. Harrod knows," declared I.
"Nay9, miss, he warn't born and bred hereabouts. But I says to him, 'You ask Jack10 Barnstaple,' says I. 'He knows,' says I."
"You said that to Mr. Harrod, Reuben!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, miss," he answered, "I did."
"Well, then, I think it was very rude of you, Reuben. That's all I have to say."
"Nay, miss, I heard you say as how a stranger wouldn't be o' no good to master," grinned Reuben. "They don't understand."
"If I said that I made a great mistake," answered I, half angrily. "I think Mr. Harrod is a great deal of use."
"Well, miss, if he be agoing to have Goldings planted in instead of Early Prolifics, he won't get no change out o' the ground, that's[147] what I say. They won't thrive for nobody, and they won't do it to please him."
Reuben shouldered his scythe12 as he said the last words, and went off to a more distant part of the orchard, and I set to work at my planting. I knew pretty well by this time that it was worse than waste of time taking Mr. Harrod's side against Reuben.
I wondered what he would have thought if he could have heard me taking his side. But I don't think he thought much about having a "side." He was too eager about his work.
I set to planting my cuttings busily—so busily that I did not hear steps on the gravel13 behind me, and looked up suddenly to see Mr. Harrod on the path beside me. He did not say anything, but stood a while watching me. At last I stood up, with the trowel in my hand, and my face, I do not doubt, very red and hot beneath my big print sun-bonnet.
"Did you meet Reuben just now?" asked I, rather by way of saying something.
"No," answered he; "I've come straight from your father's room. He wants you."
"Does he? Well, I can't go this minute. I must finish this job. I've neglected it for a week. What does he want me for?"
I kneeled down and began my work again.
"He and I have been discussing a new scheme," said Mr. Harrod, without answering my question.
"What, about co-operation, and children's schools and things?" cried I, with a smile. "Is he going to press you into it too?"
"Oh no; about the farm," answered he. "His possessions in hops are very small, and there's a fine and unusual chance just turned up of making money. I want him to take on another small farm—specially for hops."
"To take on another farm!" repeated I.
"Yes," said he; "but he doesn't take to it. I think he must have something else in his head. But the matter must be decided14 at once, for I hear there's another man after it."
"Where is it?" I asked, a secret glow of satisfaction at my heart to think he should come and tell me of this as he did.
"It's 'The Elms,'" he answered, "below the mill on the slope yonder."
I stood up and stopped my gardening to show I took an interest in what he was saying. "I know 'The Elms' well enough," I said, "but I didn't know it was to let."
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"Yes," he replied. "Old Searle left his affairs in a dreadful mess when he died, and the executors have decided to sell the crops at a valuation, and let the place at once without waiting till the usual term."
"Dear me, what an odd thing!" said I. "I thought farms were never let excepting at Michaelmas."
"Never is a long word," smiled Mr. Harrod. "It is unusual. But I suppose the executors don't care for the expense of putting in a bailiff till October. Anyhow, they appear to want to realize at once; and it's a good chance for us."
"Yes, chief part."
"It seems to me it must either be a very poor crop, or they must want a good price for it so late in the season," said I, not ill pleased with myself for what I considered the rare shrewdness of this remark.
But Mr. Harrod smiled again. "The price will be the average of what the crops fetched during the past three years," said he. "That's law now. I should say about �36 to the acre. Leastways, that would be the price ready for picking, but there'll be a reduction at this time of year. That'll be a matter for private bargain."
"Yes," said I. "There'll be many a risk between now and picking."
"Of course," said the bailiff, half testily15. "But it's just about the best-looking crop in these parts at the present time. They will plant those Early Prolifics about here. I suppose it's because they can get them sooner into the market. But they're a poor hop. Now, the plants at 'The Elms' are all Goldings or Jones."
"But they say the Goldings will never thrive in our soil," said I.
"They; who are they?" retorted Harrod. "They know nothing about it."
"No; I dare say you're right," I hastened to say. "Only hops are always considered risky16, aren't they?"
"Everything is risky," answered he, more gently. "But as I have an interest in selling the crop to advantage if it turns out well, I don't believe your father could go very far wrong over it."
"Well, if you think it would be such a safe speculation17, of course father ought to be persuaded to go in for it," said I.
"I really think so," answered Harrod, confidently.
"But perhaps he doesn't think he can afford the rent of it," suggested I, after a pause; "perhaps he hasn't the ready money."
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"I can scarcely believe that, Miss Maliphant. Your father passes for a rich man in the county," answered he, with a smile. "No; he thinks the property is good enough as it has stood all these years; but, as a matter of fact, it would be a far more valuable one if it had better hop-gardens. Hops are the staple11 produce of the county, and I am sorry to say he doesn't stand as well in that line as many of the farmers about; he wants some one to give him courage to make this venture. Unluckily, he has not confidence enough in me, and Squire Broderick is away in London."
"Is the squire away?" asked I.
"Yes; I have just inquired, by your father's wish."
"I'll go and talk to father," said I, with youthful self-confidence, gathering18 up my tools, and too happy in feeling that I was the supporter of the man who but a fortnight ago I had sworn to treat as an open enemy to be troubled by any misgivings19.
As I might have known, I did not do very much good. But what Mr. Harrod had said was true—father was in some way preoccupied20. I think he had had a letter from Frank Forrester about the Children's Charity Houses Scheme, and it had not been a satisfactory one; for when I went into his business-room I found him busily writing to Frank, and I could not get him to pay any attention to me until after post-time. Then he let me speak.
"Meg, child," he said, when I had done, "I don't feel quite sure that you know a vast deal yourself about such things, but maybe you're right in one item, and that is, if I engage a man to look after my property, I ought to be willing to abide21 a bit by his advice. So we'll have a drop o' tea first, and then we'll go up and have a look at these hops of his."
And that is what we did. Mr. Harrod didn't come into tea, but we met him outside and walked up the hill together. It was still that bright June weather of the week before; we never had so hot and fair a summer I believe as that year. After our hard long winter the warmth was new life, and the long evenings were very exquisite22. The breath of the lilac—just on the wane—of the bursting syringa, of the heavy daphne, lay upon the air, and was wafted23 from behind garden walls up the village street.
As we passed the old town-hall and came out at the end of the road, the white arms of the mill detached themselves against the bright sky where the sun, sinking nearer to the horizon, rayed the west with glory. Father stood a moment on the crest24 of the hill looking down into the valley, upon whose confines the broad meads[150] of the South Downs swelled25 into rising ground again; a stream wound across the plain, that was intersected by dikes at intervals26; far to the left lay the sea—a dim, blue line across the stems of the trees, breaking into a little bay in the dip of the hill where the valley met the marsh27.
"The Elms" stood on the brow of the hill nearer the sea; the hop-gardens that belonged to it lay close at our feet. We went down the hill among the sheep and the sturdy lambs that leaped lightly still after their dams; father walked slowly in front, Mr. Harrod and I followed. The hop plantations28 covered the slopes, and swept across the valley to the other side. We left the house to our left above us, and went down into the valley.
The hops, according to their sort, had grown to various heights: some three feet, some less, and the women and girls from the village had been out during the last month tying them, so that they were now past the second bind29.
Father and Mr. Harrod walked in a critical way through the lines of plants, examining them carefully. Here and there Trayton Harrod pinched off the flower of a bine that had been left on.
"It's very strange," said he, "that pruning30 and branching of the hops used not to be done some years ago. I read in an old book that the practice was first introduced since farmers noticed how hailstones, nipping off the bine-tops early in the summer, made the plants grow stronger."
They walked on again, Harrod showing father where the Jones hops grew, and where the Goldings, and arguing that, for purposes of early foreign export, the Jones hops easily took the place of the Early Prolifics, and came to a far finer, taller growth, while for later introduction into the market the Goldings were the best grown. Father stated the same objections that Reuben had stated—Trayton Harrod fighting each one vigorously, and coming off victorious31, as he somehow always did.
We walked on through the gardens and then up by the house and back along the brow of the hill.
The sun had sunk below the horizon, and the crimson32 of the after-glow lay, a lump of fire, in the purple west, and sent rays of redness far into the heavens on every side, washing the clouds with a hundred tints33 from the brightest rose to the tenderest violet, the faintest green, the softest dove-color above our heads. Behind the village and its houses a row of dusky-headed pines stood tall or bent34 their trunks, bowed by the storm-winds, across the road; father[151] stopped there a moment and looked at the glowing sky from between their red stems. The hills lay round the plain, wonderfully blue; the sunset gilded35 the quiet little stream upon the marsh till it looked like a streak36 of molten metal. He had not spoken a word, and now he sighed, half impatiently, as he turned homeward. I remember that Mr. Harrod left us at that point. He promised to be in to supper, and father and I walked on alone.
When we got to the dip of the road where the hill begins to go down towards the sea-marsh, we met Mr. Hoad coming up in his smart little gig, with his daughter Jessie at his side. I was for passing them with merely a bow, for they showed no signs of stopping, and I desired no conversation with either of them; but father stopped the gig.
"Hoad, can you spare me a few minutes?" asked he. "I should be much obliged to you. Miss Jessie, you'll come in and have a cup of tea," added he, courteously37.
Miss Jessie said that she should be very pleased to come; but she did not look pleased, and for the matter of that I fear neither did I. I could not think why father should want Mr. Hoad's company again so soon; but I supposed it must be about that letter of Frank's. He had evidently seemed annoyed about it, although I did not know at that time why it was.
I took Jessie Hoad into the parlor38 while the two men went into the business-room. Mother was rather flurried when I announced, in my blunt way, that these visitors were going to stay to tea. The presence of a strange woman always did trouble mother a bit, and Jessie having been the head of her father's house since her mother died, she considered her in the light of a housewife. I knew that she was longing39 to have her best china out and the holland covers off in the front parlor. She was far too hospitable40, however, to allow this feeling to be apparent, and she rose at once to welcome her guest.
"I'm very pleased to see you, Miss Hoad," said she; "I'm sorry Joyce is away."
"Oh, not at all; pray don't mention it, Mrs. Maliphant," declared Jessie, in her hard, high voice, sitting down and settling her dress to advantage. "Of course I'm sorry to miss Joyce, but I'm very glad to see you and Margaret."
My blood boiled to hear her call us like that by our Christian41 names, and to see the way she sat there with her little smart hat and her little nose turned up in the air, chatting away to mother in a[152] patronizing kind of way, and keeping the talk quite in her own hands with all the town news she had to tell.
"Yes, the Thornes' is a beautiful house," she was saying, "all in the best style, and quite regardless of expense. I assure you the dessert service was all gold and silver the other night when father and I dined there. Of course it was a grand affair. All the county swells42 there. But the thing couldn't have been done better in London, I declare."
"Indeed!" answered mother. "I haven't much knowledge of London."
"No, of course not," said Jessie. "But you have seen the Thornes' house, I suppose?"
"No," answered mother. "We don't go there. My husband and Mr. Thorne don't hold together."
"Oh, indeed!" exclaimed Jessie; "that's a pity. He and his daughter are the nicest people in the county. But as I was saying to Mary Thorne, there's something very quaint43 in your old house, and I can't help fancying the new style does copy some things from the old houses."
She looked round at me, a little puzzled, I think, but any rub there might have been between us was put a stop to by the entrance of father and Mr. Hoad from the study.
Mr. Hoad was, if anything, in better spirits than ever; his eyes were bright, and he rubbed his hands as a man might do when anything had gone to his satisfaction. Father's brow, on the contrary, was heavy. We sat down to tea. Mr. Harrod came in a little late. He was about to retire when he saw that we had company; but mother so insisted on his taking his usual seat that it would have been rude to refuse, although I could see that he did not care for the society.
Mother introduced him to Miss Hoad, who just looked up under the brim of her hat, and then went back to her muffin as if none of us were much worth considering. There was altogether an air about her as though she wanted to get over the whole affair as soon as possible. And she did. That bland45 father of hers had not time for more than half the pleasant things that he usually said to us all before she whipped him off.
"It'll be quite too late to pay our call at 'The Priory' if we don't go at once, papa," said she, rising, and looking at a dainty gold[153] watch at her waist. I suppose she did not trust the time of our old eight-day clock that stood between the windows, yet I'll warrant it was the safer of the two.
She turned to mother.
"I'm sorry to have to run away so soon," said she, with an outward show of cordiality, "but you see it's very important to leave cards on people like the Thornes directly after a large party. And if I don't do it to-day I must drive out again on purpose to-morrow."
"Have you been dining at Thorne's, Hoad?" asked father.
Father did not say a word, and the Hoads took their leave.
"I'll let you have that the first thing in the morning," said Mr. Hoad, as he shook hands with father.
Father nodded, but otherwise made no remark. When the visitors were gone he turned to Mr. Harrod: "I've made up my mind to rent 'The Elms,'" said he, shortly. "We'll drive into town to-morrow and see Searle's executors about it."
"That's right, sir," said Harrod, cheerfully. "I feel sure it will turn out a sound investment."
"'The Elms!'" exclaimed mother. "Are you thinking of that, Laban?"
"Yes," answered he. "Harrod advises it."
"Well, of course I shouldn't like to set myself against Mr. Harrod," said mother, half doubtfully. "But I should have thought our own farm was enough to see after. It seems a deal of responsibility and laying out of money."
"There's no farm to speak of at 'The Elms,' ma'am," answered Harrod. "It's all hop-gardens. That's why I advised Mr. Maliphant buying it."
"Dear," said mother, nowise reassured47. "Isn't that very risky? I've always heard of hops as being riskier48 than cows, and I'm sure they're bad enough, though Reuben will have it they're nothing to sheep at the lambing."
Harrod had frowned a little at first, but now he smiled. "There's a risk in everything," he said. "You might break your leg walking across the room."
"You'll live up at the house, Harrod," put in father. "I've been sorry there's been no better place for you up to the present time."
"Oh, I've done very well," laughed the young man; "but it'll be[154] best I should go over there now. It's only a step for me to get here of mornings."
"Well, I'm glad of that at any rate," said mother. "Father's quite right. It wasn't fitting for you as our bailiff not to have a proper place. And now you'll have it. Meg, you and I must go up and see as everything's comfortable. And we must get a woman in the place to see after him. Old Dorcas's niece might do. She's a widow—she'd want to take her youngest with her, but you wouldn't mind that," added she, turning again to Harrod. Her mind was full of the matter now. So was mine. We were quite at one upon it, and discussed it the whole evening. Nevertheless, I found time to wonder now and then how it was that it was only after his talk with Mr. Hoad that father had made up his mind to take on "The Elms." It rather nettled49 me. Mr. Hoad could not possibly know as much about farming as did Trayton Harrod.
However, the thing was done, that was the main thing. Mr. Harrod had had his way, and I tried to flatter myself that I was in some way instrumental in procuring50 it.
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| v.拿荨麻打，拿荨麻刺（nettle的过去式与过去分词形式） | |
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| v.（努力）取得， （设法）获得( procure的现在分词 )；拉皮条 | |
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