Miss Balquidder was not a personable woman; she had never been so even in youth; and age had told its tale upon those large, strong features—"thoroughly2 Scotch3 features," they would have been called by those who think all Scotchwomen are necessarily big, raw-boned, and ugly; and have never seen that wonderfully noble beauty—not prettiness, but actual beauty in its highest physical as well as spiritual development—which is not seldom found across the Tweed.
But while there was nothing lovely, there was nothing unpleasant or uncomely in Miss Balquidder. Her large figure, in its plain black silk dress; her neat white cap, from under which peeped the little round curls of flaxen hair, neither gray nor snowy, but real "lint-white locks" still; and her good-humored, motherly look—motherly rather than old-maidish—gave an impression which may be best described by the word "comfortable."—She was a "comfortable" woman. She had that quality—too rarely, alas4! in all people, and rarest in women going solitary5 down the hill of life—of being able, out of the deep content of her own nature, to make other people the same.
Hilary was cheered in spite of herself: it always conveys hope to the young, when in sore trouble, if they see the old looking happy.
"Welcome, my dear! I was afraid you had forgotten your promise."
"Oh no," said Hilary, responding heartily7 to the hearty8 clasp of a hand large as a man's, but soft as a woman's.
"Why did you not come sooner?"
More than one possible excuse flashed thro' Hilary's mind, but she was too honest to give it. She gave none at all. Nor did she like to leave the impression that this was merely a visit, when she knew she had only come from secondary and personal motives10.
"May I tell you why I came to-day?—Because I want advice and help, and I think you can give it, from something I heard about you yesterday."
"Indeed! From whom?"
"In rather a roundabout way; from Mrs. Jones, who told our maid-servant."
"The same girl I met on the staircase at your bones? I beg your pardon, but I know where you live, Miss Leaf; your landlady11 happens to be an acquaintance of mine."
"So she said: and she told our Elizabeth that you were a rich and benevolent12 woman, who took a great interest in helping13 other women; not in money"—blushing scarlet14 at be idea—"I don't mean that, but in procuring15 them work. I want work—oh! so terribly. If you only knew—"
"Sit down, my dear;" for Hilary was rambling16 much, her voice breaking, and her eyes filling, in spite of all her self-command.
Miss Balquidder—who seemed accustomed to wait upon herself—went out of the room, and returned with cake and glasses; then she took the wine from the side-board, poured some oat for herself and Hilary, and began to talk.
"It is nearly my luncheon-time, and I am a great friend to regular eating and drinking. I never let any thing interfere17 with my own meals, or other folks' either, if I can help it. I would as soon expect that fire to keep itself up without coals, as my mind to go on working if I don't look after my body. You understand? You seem to have good health, Miss Leaf. I hope you are a prudent18 girl, and take care of it."
"I think I do;" and Hilary smiled. "At any rate my sister does for me, and also Elizabeth."
"Ah, I liked the look of that girl. If families did but know that the most useful patent of respectability they can carry about with them is their maid-servant! That is how I always judge my new acquaintances."
"There's reason in it, too," said Hilary, amused and drawn19 out of herself by the frank manner and the cordial voice—I use the adjective advisedly; none the less sweet because its good terse20 English had a decided21 Scotch accent, with here and there a Scotch word. Also there was about Miss Balquidder a certain dry humor essentially22 Scotch—neither Irish "wit" nor English "fun," but Scotch humor; a little ponderous23 perhaps, yet sparkling: like the sparkles from a large lump of coal, red-warm at the heart, and capable of warming a whole household. As many a time it had warmed the little household at Stowbury—for Robert Lyon had it in perfection. Like a waft24 as from old times, it made Hilary at once feel at home with Miss Balquidder. Equally, Miss Balquidder might have seen something in this girl's patient, heroic, forlorn youth which reminded her of her own. Unreasoning as these sudden attractions appear, there is often a hidden something beneath which in reality makes them both natural and probable, as was the case here. In half an hour these two women were sitting talking like old friends; and Hilary had explained her present position, needs and desires. They ended in the one cry—familiar to how many thousands more of helpless young women!—"I want work!"
Miss Balquidder listened thoughtfully. Not that it was a new story—alas! she heard it every day; but there was something new in the telling of it; such extreme directness and simplicity25, such utter want of either false pride or false shame, No asking of favors, and yet no shrinking from well-means kindness; the poor woman speaking freely to the rich one, recognizing the common womanhood of both, and never supposing for an instant that mere9 money or position could make any difference between them.
The story ended, both turned, as was the character of both, to the practical application of it—what it was exactly that Hilary needed, and what Miss Balquidder could supply.
The latter said, after a turn or two up and down the room, with her hands behind her—the only masculine trick she had—
"My dear, before going further, I ought to tell you one thing—I am not a lady."
Hilary looked at her in no little bewilderment.
"That is," explained Miss Balquidder, laughing, "not an educated gentlewoman like you. I made my money myself—in trade. I kept an outfitter's shop."
"You must have kept it uncommonly26 well," was the involuntary reply, which, in its extreme honesty and naivete, was perhaps the best thing that Hilary could have said.
"Well, perhaps I did," and Miss Balquidder laughed her hearty laugh, betraying one of her few weaknesses—a consciousness of her own capabilities27 as a woman of business, and a pleasure at her own deserved success.
"Therefore, you see. I can not help you as a governess. Perhaps I would not if I could, for, so far as I see, a good clearance28 of one half the governesses into honest trades would be for their own benefit, and greatly to the benefit of the other half. But that's not my affair. I only meddle29 with things I understand. Miss Leaf, would you be ashamed of keeping a shop?"
It is no reflection upon Hilary to confess that this point-blank question startled her.—Her bringing up had been strictly30 among the professional class; and in the provinces sharper than even in London is drawn the line between the richest tradesman who "keeps a shop," and the poorest lawyer, doctor, or clergyman who ever starved in decent gentility. It had been often a struggle for Hilary Leaf's girlish pride to have to teach A B C to little boys and girls whose parents stood behind counters; but as she grew older she grew wiser, and intercourse31 with Robert Lyon had taught her much. She never forgot, one day, when Selina asked him something about his grandfather or great-grandfather, and he answered quickly, smiling, "Well, I suppose I had one, but I really never heard." Nevertheless it takes long to conquer entirely32 the class prejudices of years, nay33, more, of generations. In spite of her will Hilary felt herself wince34, and the color rush all over her face, at Miss Balquidder's question.
"Take time to answer, and speak out, my dear. Don't be afraid. You'll not offend me."
"I never thought of it before; the possibility of such a thing did not occur to me; but I hope I should not be ashamed of any honest work for which I was competent. Only—to serve in a shop—to want upon strangers—I am so horribly shy of strangers." And again the sensitive color rushed in a perfect tide over checks and forehead.
Miss Balquidder looked, half amused, compassionately36 at her.
"No, my dear, you would not make a good shop-woman, at least there are many who are better fitted for it than you; and it is my maxim38 that people should try to find out, and to do, only that which they are best fitted for. If they did we might not have so many cases of proud despair and ambitious failure in the world. It looks very grand and interesting sometimes to try and do what you can't de, and then tear your hair, and think the world has ill-used you—very grand, but very silly: when all the while, perhaps, there is something else you can do thoroughly well; and the world will be exceedingly obliged to you for doing it, and not doing the other thing.—As doubtless the world was to me, when, instead of being a mediocre39 musician, as I once wished to be—it's true, my dear—I took to keeping one of the best ladies' outfitting40 warehouses41 in London."
While she talked her companion had quite recovered herself, and Miss Balquidder then went on to explain, what I will tell more briefly42, if less graphically43, than the good Scotchwoman, who, like all who have had a hard struggle in their youth, liked a little to dilate44 upon it in easy old age. Hard as it was, however, it had ended early, for at fifty she found herself a woman of independent property, without kith or kin6, still active, energetic, and capable of enjoying life. She applied45 her mind to find out what she could best do with herself and her money.
"I might have bought a landed estate to be inherited by—nobody; or a house in Belgravia, and an opera-box, to be shared by—nobody. We all have our pet luxuries; none of these were exactly mine."
"No," assented46 Hilary, somewhat abstractedly. She was thinking—if she could make a fortune, and—and give it away!—if, by any means, any honorable, upright heart could be made to understand that it did not signify, in reality, which side the money came from; that it sometimes showed deeper, the very deepest attachment47, when a proud, poor man had self-respect and courage enough to say to a woman, "I love you, and I will marry you; I am not such a coward as to be afraid of your gold."
But, oh! what a ridiculous dream!—and she sat there, the penniless Hilary Leaf, listening to Miss Balquidder, the rich lady, whose life seemed so easy. For the moment, perhaps, her own appeared hard. But she had hope, and she was young. She knew nothing of the years and years that had had to be lived through before those kind eyes looked as clear and cloudless as now; before the voice had gained the sweet evenness of tone which she liked to listen to, and felt that it made her quiet and "good," almost like Johanna's.
"You see, my dear," said Miss Balquidder, "when one has no duties, one must just make them; when we have nobody to care for us, we must take to caring for every body. I suppose"—here a slight pause indicated that this life, like all women's lives, had had its tale, now long, long told—"I suppose I was not meant to be a wife; but I am quite certain I was meant to be a mother. And"—with her peculiar48, bright, humorous look—"you'd be astonished, Miss Leaf, if you knew what lots of 'children' I have in all parts of the world."
Miss Balquidder then went on to explain, that finding, from her own experience, how great was the number, and how sore the trial of young women who nowadays are obliged to work—obliged to forget that there is such a thing as the blessed privilege of being worked for—she had set herself, in her small way, to try and help them. Her pet project was to induce educated women to quit the genteel starvation of governesships for some good trade thereby49 bringing higher intelligence into a class which needed, not the elevation50 of the work itself, which was comparatively easy and refined, but of the workers. She had therefore invested sum after sum of her capital in setting up various small shops in the environs of London, in her own former line, and others—stationers, lace-shops, etc.—trades which could be well carried on by women.—Into the management of these she put as many young girls as she could find really fitted for it, or willing to learn, paying them regular salaries, large or small, according to their deserts.
"Fair work, fair pay; not one penny more or less; I never do it; it would not be honest. I overlook each business myself, and it is carried on in my name. Sometimes it brings me in a little profit; sometimes not. Of course," she added, smiling. "I would rather have profits than losses; still, I balance one against the other, and it leaves me generally a small interest for my money—two or three per cent., which is all I care about. Thus, you see. I and my young people make a fair bargain on both sides; it's no charity. I don't believe in charity."
"No," said Hilary, feeling her spirit rise. She was yet young enough, yet enough unworn by the fight to feel the deliciousness of work—honest work for honest pay. "I think I could do it," she added. "I think, with a little practice, I really could keep a shop."
"At all events, perhaps you could do what I find more difficult to get done, and well done, for it requires a far higher class of women than generally apply: you could keep the accounts of a shop; you should be the head, and it would be easy to find the hands, Let me see; there is a young lady, she has managed my stationer's business at Kensington these two years, and now she is going to be married. Are you good at figures; do you understand book-keeping?"
And suddenly changing into the woman of business, and one who was evidently quite accustomed both to arrange and command, Miss Balquidder put Hilary through a sort of extempore arithmetical catechism, from which she came off with flying colors.
"I only wish there were more like you. I wish there were more young ladies brought up like—"
"Like boys!" said Hilary, laughing, "for I always used to say that was my case."
"No, I never desire to see young women made into men." And Miss Balquidder seemed a little scandalized. "But I do wish girls were taught fewer accomplishments51, and more reading, writing, and arithmetic; were made as accurate, orderly, and able to help themselves as boys are. But to business. Will you take the management of my stationer's shop?"
Hilary's breath came hard and fast. Much as she had longed for work, to get this sort of work—to keep a stationer's shop? What would her sisters say? what would he say! But she dared not think of that just now.
"How much should I be able to earn, do you think?"
Miss Balquidder considered a moment, and then said, rather shortly, for it was not exactly acting52 on her own principles; she knew the pay was above the work. "I will give you a hundred a year."
A hundred a year! actually certain, and over and above any other income. It seemed a fortune to poor Hilary.
"Will you give me a day or two to think about it and consult my sisters?"
She spoke53 quietly, but Miss Balquidder could see how agitated54 she was; how she evidently struggled with many feelings that would be best struggled with alone. The good old lady rose.
"Take your own time, my dear; I will keep the situation open for you for one week from this date. And now I must send you away, for I have a great deal to do."
They parted quite like friends; and Hilary went out, walking quickly, feeling neither the wind nor the rain. Yet when she reached No. 15 she could not bring herself to enter, but took another turn or two round the Crescent, trying to be quite sure of her own mind before she opened the matter to her sisters.—
And there was one little battle to be fought which the sisters did know.
It was perhaps foolish, seeing she did not belong to him in any open way, and he had no external right over her life or her actions, that she should go back and back to the question, "What would Robert Lyon say?"
He knew she earned her daily bread; sometimes this had seemed to vex55 and annoy him, but it must be done; and when a thing was inevitable56, it was not Mr. Lyon's way to say much about it. But being a governess was an accredited57 and customary mode of a young lady's earning her livelihood58. This was different. If he should think it too public, too unfeminine: he had such a horror of a woman's being any thing but a woman, as strong and brave as she could, but in a womanly way; doing any thing, however painful, that she was obliged to do, but never out of choice or bravado59, or the excitement of stepping out of her own sphere into man's. Would Robert Lyon think less of her, Hilary, because she had to earn to take care of herself, to protect herself, and to act in so many ways for herself, contrary to the natural and right order of things? That old order—God forbid it should ever change!—which ordained60 that the women should be "keepers at home;" happy rulers of that happy little world, which seemed as far off as the next world from this poor Hilary.
"What if he should look down upon me? What if he should return and find me different from what he expected?"
And bitter tears burned in her eyes, as she walked rapidly and passionately37 along the deserted61 street. Then a revulsion came.
"No; love is worth nothing that is not worth every thing, and to be trusted through every thing. If he could forget me—could love any one better than me—me myself, no matter what I was—ugly or pretty, old or young, rich or poor—I would not care for his love. It would not be worth my having; I'd let it go. Robert, though it broke my heart, I'd let you go."
Her eyes flashed; her poor little hand clenched62 itself under her shawl; and then, as a half reproach, she heard in fancy the steady loving voice—which could have calmed her wildest paroxysm of passion and pain—"You must trust me, Hilary."
Yes, he was a man to be trusted. No doubt very much like other men, and by no means such a hero to the world at large as this fond girl made him out to be; but Robert Lyon had, with all people, and under all circumstances, the character of reliableness. He had also—you might read it in his face—a quality equally rare, faithfulness. Not merely sincerity63, but faithfulness; the power of conceiving one clear purpose, or one strong love—in unity64 of strength—and of not only keeping true to it at the time, but of holding fast to it with a single-minded persistency65 that never even takes in the idea of voluntary change, as long as persistency is right or possible.
"Robert, Robert!" sobbed66 this forlorn girl, as if slowly waking up to a sense of her forlorness, and of the almost universal fickleness67, not actual falseness, but fickleness, which prevails in the world and among mankind. "O Robert, be faithful! faithful to yourself—faithful to me!"
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