I remember that mother upbraided1 him for having been so many days absent, and that he made some kind of an excuse for himself; and I remember that I blushed as he made it, and felt quite awkward when he shook hands with me and asked if I had taken any cold of the night before. But I was happy—very, very happy. I was happy even in fancying that I saw a certain self-consciousness in him also, in the persistence2 with which he talked to mother, and in something that crossed his face when our eyes met, which was almost as often as his were not fixed3 on Joyce, where she sat in her old place by the window.
Every one always was struck with Joyce at first, and I had been so anxious that Harrod should duly admire her that I had purposely refrained from saying much to raise his expectations, so that no doubt his surprise was as great as his admiration4; and I had never seen my sister look handsomer than she did that night.
There was a little increased air of dignity about her since she had been to London, and had been thrown a little more on her own resources, which sat with a pretty style upon her serene5 and modest loveliness. She looked people in the face as she never used to do, raising her eyes without lifting that little head of hers that was always just slightly bent6, like some regal lily or drooping7 tulip. She talked a little more, and she blushed seldomer.
She did not talk much to Mr. Harrod, but then he was very busy explaining his scheme of water-supply to Mr. Hoad, who had dropped in to supper. But she talked quite brightly to Squire8 Broderick when he came, as he had promised, to bid her welcome home, and shone in her very best light, just as I had wished she should shine—the beautiful hostess of our home.
It was a happy evening, typical of our happy home-life, that, flecked as it may have been by little troubles, as the summer sky is flecked with clouds, was yet fair and warm as the bright July days that followed one another so radiantly.
Ah me, how little I guessed that night that there were not many more such happy family parties in store for us when we should sit around that board united, and without a gap in the family circle! It is good that we cannot see into the future. No gathering10 cloud disquieted11 me that night; no fears for myself nor for any of those whom I loved; I was absorbed in that one throbbing12, all-engrossing dream which was slowly beginning to fill my life.
Absorbed, yet not quite so much absorbed but that I could feel sorry for my sister's sake that one who had been there was now absent: where Frank Forrester had been Trayton Harrod now was. I could not honestly say to myself that I wished it differently, but I was sorry for Joyce. She, however, did not seem to be depressed13, she was very bright; the gladness she had in being at home again gave her beauty just that touch of sparkle which it sometimes lacked.
It was a warm evening, and when supper was over we drew our chairs around the low porch that led onto the lawn, and took our ease in the half-light. It was very rarely that we sat thus idle, but sometimes, of summer evenings, mother was fond of a bit of leisure herself, and she never made us work when she was idle. The scent14 of the sweet-peas and the roses came heavy upon the air; the dusk was still luminous15 with lingering daylight, or with heralding16 a moon that had not yet risen.
"I hear you have got Southdowns into your flock, Harrod," said the squire. "I hope you won't have any difficulty with them. I feel confident they ought to do, but when I tried the experiment it certainly failed."
"Perhaps they weren't carefully looked after," answered Harrod. "Of course you have got to acclimatize animals just as well as people, and the more carefully the more delicate they are."
"Ah, I dare say it may be a matter of management," agreed the squire. "I hadn't a very good shepherd at the time."
"I don't leave it to a shepherd," said Harrod. "Shepherds are clever enough, and there are plenty of things I learn from them and think no shame of it; but they know only what experience has taught them, and these shepherds have no experience of Southdowns. Besides, they are a prejudiced lot, and they set their faces against new ventures."
The squire laughed, a laugh in which Mr. Hoad—subdued as he always was by Mr. Broderick's presence—ventured to join.
"Yes, you're right there," he said. "You get it hot and strong, I dare say, all round. They snigger at you pretty well in the village for this water scheme of yours, I can tell you, Mr. Bailiff."
My cheek flamed, and Mr. Hoad went down one step lower still in my estimation.
"I dare say," said Harrod, shortly, and he said it in a tone of voice as much as to say, "and I don't care."
"But it's a very clever thing, isn't it?" asked dear old mother, in her gentle voice. "I never could have believed such a thing was possible."
I could have said that Reuben declared it was not possible, but I would not have told on Reuben for worlds.
"It's not a new discovery," answered the squire, who had taken no notice of the solicitor17, and took mother's question to himself, "but it's a very useful one."
"I wonder you haven't thought of using it before for the Manor18," put in father. "You must need a deal of water there."
I felt a glow of satisfaction at seeing father stand up for Harrod; for, as far as I knew anything of their discussions, I had fancied he was not very keen upon the scheme.
"I had thought of it," answered Mr. Broderick; "but I didn't think I could afford it. I didn't think it would pay for one individual."
I fancied father was vexed19 at this. He began tapping his foot in the old irritable20 way, which I had not noticed in him of late; for, as I had remarked to Joyce on her return, I thought he was far less peppery than he used to be, and I fancied it was a good sign for his health.
"Neither do we think it will pay for one individual," said he. "We intend to make many individuals pay for it."
He said "we" and I was pleased.
"Well, of course I shall have the water laid on to the Manor, and am grateful to the man who started the thing," said the squire, in a conciliatory tone; "but I'm a little doubtful as to your making a good job of it all round. Marshlands folk are very obstinate21 and old-fashioned."
"Oh, they'll come to see which side their bread's buttered on in the long-run," declared Harrod, confidently.
But Mr. Hoad smiled a sardonic22 smile, and the squire added: "I'm afraid it will cost you a good bit of money meanwhile, Maliphant. However, as I sincerely hope you are going to make your fortune over these new hop-fields, it won't signify." It was, to say the least of it, an indiscreet speech, not to say an unallowable one; for I believe there is nothing a man dislikes so much as having his affairs talked of in public. It was not at all like the squire, and I could not help thinking, even at the time, that Harrod must have in some way nettled23 Mr. Broderick, although I was very far from guessing at the cause of the annoyance24.
Father rose and walked slowly down to the edge of the cliff. I could not tell whether he did it to keep his temper or to conceal25 his trouble, for I fancied he looked troubled as he passed me.
"The hops26 are a splendid crop now," said Harrod, without moving, as he lighted a fresh pipe. He never allowed himself to show if he were vexed.
But the squire did not reply. He rose and followed father. I'm sure he was sorry for what he had said. It was the solicitor who answered.
"It ought to be a fine crop," he said. "Maliphant paid a long price for it."
"How do you know what price he paid for it?" asked Harrod, sharply.
I fancied Mr. Hoad looked disconcerted for a moment, but he soon recovered himself.
"Well, to tell the truth, he did me the honor to ask my advice," he replied, with a sort of smile that I longed to shake him for. "No offence to you, Mr. Harrod, I hope," he added, blandly27. "I know Maliphant holds your opinion in the highest reverence28; but—well, I'm an old friend."
My blood boiled in the most absurd way; but Harrod was far too wise to be annoyed, or at any rate to show it. He only remained perfectly29 silent, smoking his pipe.
Father and the squire came up the lawn again; I wondered what they had said to each other. The evening was fresh and fragrant30 after the rain of the night before upon the hot earth; the dusky plain lay calm beneath us; the moon had just risen and lit the sea faintly in the distance; nature was quiet and sweet, but I felt somehow as though the pleasure of our evening was a little spoiled. Mother tried to pick up the talk again, but she was not altogether lucky in her choice of subjects.
"Why, squire, the girls tell me the right-of-way is closed across that bit of common by Dead Man's Lane," said she. "Do you know whose doing it is?"
Father turned round sharply.
"It never was of much use," said Mr. Hoad, answering instead. "The way by the lane is nearly as short, and much cooler."
"It depends where people are going whether it is as short," said father. "It's a flagrant piece of injustice31. Do you know who's to blame for it?"
Mr. Hoad looked uneasy, and did not reply; and the squire burst into a loud laugh.
"Why, the Radical32 candidate, to be sure," said he, with a pardonable sneer33 in his hearty34 voice. "Those are the men for that kind of job."
"Mr. Thorne!" exclaimed mother. "No, never!"
"Ay," said father under his breath; "a man who can rob his fellow-creatures in big things won't think much of robbing them in little things!"
"You shouldn't run down your own party, Maliphant," laughed the squire. "Thorne is no particular friend of mine, but robbery is too big a word."
"I understand he's a very charitable man," said mother, who always would have fair play.
"Yes," echoed Joyce. "You don't know, father, what a deal of good Mary Thorne does among the poor."
Father rose; he was trembling. I saw a fire leap in his eye.
"It's easy to give back with your left hand half of what you robbed with your right," said he, in a low voice, that yet resounded35 like the murmur36 of distant thunder; "but it isn't what those who are struggling for freedom will care to see in their representative."
"Oh, I don't believe in a Radical party—here anyhow," said the squire, abruptly37; "not even if you began to back the candidate, Maliphant."
"I shall not back the candidate," said father, grimly.
"No," laughed the squire. "He has done for himself with you over this right-of-way."
"When I see a man who declares he is going into Parliament on the people's side deliberately38 try to rob the people of their lawful39 possessions, I feel more than ever that the name of Radical is but a snare," said father.
His face had grown purple with emotion; his voice quivered with it; his hand shook.
I saw mother look at him anxiously, and I saw a sullen40 expression settle down upon Mr. Hoad's detested41 face.
"Now, Laban, don't go getting yourself into a heat," said mother, in her quiet, sensible voice. "You know how bad it is for your health, and it's unpleasant for all parties besides."
"I can't make head or tail of the Radicals42 myself," began the squire, who, it must be remembered, spoke43 ten years ago. But mother interrupted him.
"Come, come, squire," said she, in the pretty familiar way in which she always addressed him, "we'll have no more politics. The girls and me don't understand such talk, and it isn't civil to be leaving us o' one side all the evening."
He laughed, and asked what we wanted to talk about, and at the same time Mr. Hoad came forward to take his leave.
He smiled, shaking hands with mother, but his smile was a sour one, and I noticed that he scarcely touched father's hand.
"I suppose Hoad is in a bad temper because you won't take up Thorne's cause," said the squire, as soon as the solicitor had passed up the passage.
Father gave a grunt44 of acquiescence45, and the squire turned to us with most marked and laudable intent to obey mother and change the talk.
"Have you heard the news?" he asked. "Young Squire Ingram is to be married to Miss Upjohn. I heard it yesterday riding round that way."
Mother looked up eagerly. The subject was one quite to her own mind, but the news was startling.
"The very same, Mrs. Maliphant," replied the squire. "Folk say they are to be married at Michaelmas."
"Heart alive!" ejaculated mother, lapsing47 into the vernacular48 in her excitement. "Isn't old squire in a fine way?"
"I believe he doesn't like it," agreed Mr. Broderick, evasively.
"Why not, pray?" asked father, rousing from his reverie.
I always noticed that once he had been brought to arms upon the real interest of his life, he was the more ready to take fire upon secondary subjects, even remotely connected with it. No one answered him, and he repeated his question.
"Why not, pray? The Upjohns come of as good a stock as we do, though they haven't been so long upon the soil."
"To be sure," put in mother, quickly. "And I've been told she's as well schooled as any town miss. I don't mean to say she isn't good enough for the young squire, only I've heard say the old gentleman is so terribly particular."
"Yes, indeed, she's as well-behaved and pretty a young woman as you could find anywhere," declared Mr. Broderick, warmly. "Old Ingram can have no objection on anything but the score of connection."
"Connection! What's that?" exclaimed father. "If the girl comes of a different stock to the lad, why must it needs be of a worse one? Faith, if I were neighbor Upjohn, 'tis I would have the objection."
"Nonsense, Laban," said mother, half annoyed.
"No; I wouldn't let any girl of mine wed9 where it was made a favor to receive her," continued father, hotly.
"There are plenty among the gentry49 too that would make it no favor at all to receive a nice young woman just because she came of another class," added mother, with a vexed manner. "There's good honest folk all the world over, and bad ones too."
"Right you are, old woman," answered father, after a moment's hesitation50, with generous repentance51. "There's some among them that I'm proud to shake by the hand. But all the same, a prejudice is a prejudice, and a class is a class."
"You'd best come in-doors," said mother, still annoyed. "It's getting chill, and you've been out too long already, I believe."
He rose with the habit of obedience52, and we all stood up, but he tottered53 as he walked. I saw Harrod, who was beside him, stretch out his arm.
He did not take it, he walked in bravely, the others following—all but myself and the squire. I saw he was troubled—I saw he wanted to speak to me, and I did not like to move.
"Your father is so emphatic54, so very emphatic," he murmured; "but I hope, Miss Margaret, that you do not misunderstand me."
I looked at him a little surprised. I could not see how it could signify to him whether I misunderstood him or not. If it had been Joyce it would have been different.
"Oh no, I don't misunderstand you," said I, a little hurriedly, for I wanted to get in-doors. "It was quite clear."
I was vexed with the squire. I was angry with him for having seemed to make light of Harrod's knowledge and of Harrod's schemes.
I thought it was not fair of him before father—and when he had always bidden me fight the bailiff's battles for the good of the farm. So I answered, a little proudly, "You can't grumble55 if father and I have our pride of class as well as you yours."
"No, I don't grumble," said he, with a smile, and yet I fancied with something half like a sigh too. "Only I, personally, have very little pride of class."
"I'm glad to hear it," said I, and I ran in-doors.
I wanted to say good-night to Trayton Harrod. But in the parlor56 there was nobody but my sister, leaning up against the open casement57 and looking out into the fragrant summer night.
"What are you doing?" I asked, abruptly. "Where are they all?" And as I spoke I heard a step die away on the gravel58 outside.
"I have just let Mr. Harrod out," answered she, "and I came to close up the windows. I think mother has gone up-stairs with father. I don't believe he is well."
I did not answer. It was Joyce's place again, now that she was home, to close the front door after the guests. But it was the first time that Harrod had left the Grange without bidding me good-night. When Joyce asked me where the squire was I did not care. It was she who hastened out to meet him and made mother's apologies; it was she who let him out as she had let out the bailiff.
It needed a sudden scare about my dear father to bring me back to myself. He had had a bad fainting fit—the worst we had ever seen him in. It was the bell ringing up-stairs, and mother's frightened voice calling, that waked me from a dream. And the evening ended badly, as I had had a silly presentiment59 that it would end.
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