So Leonard soon discovered he had a great listener in Mrs. Gaunt: she was always there whenever he preached, and her rapt attention never flagged. Her grey eyes never left his face, and, being up-turned, the full orbs2 came out in all their grandeur3, and seemed an angel's come down from Heaven to hear him: for, indeed, to a very dark man, as Leonard was, the gentle radiance of a true Saxon beauty seems always more or less angelic.
By degrees this face became a help to the orator. In preaching he looked sometimes to it for sympathy, and lo, it was sure to be melting with sympathy. Was he led on to higher or deeper thoughts than most of his congregation could understand, he looked to this face to understand him; and lo, it had quite understood him, and was beaming with intelligence.
From a help and an encouragement it became a comfort and a delight to him.
On leaving the pulpit and cooling, he remembered its owner was no angel, but a woman of the world, and had put to him frivolous4 questions.
The illusion, however, was so beautiful that Leonard, being an imaginative man, was unwilling5 to dispel6 it by coming into familiar contact with Mrs. Gaunt. So he used to make his assistant visit her, and receive her when she came to confess, which was very rarely; for she was discouraged by her first reception.
Brother Leonard lived in a sort of dwarf7 monastery8, consisting of two cottages, an oratory9, and a sepulchre. The two latter were old, but the cottages had been built expressly for him and another seminary priest who had been invited from France. Inside, these cottages were little more than cells; only the bigger had a kitchen, which was a glorious place compared with the parlour: for it was illuminated10 with bright pewter plates, copper11 vessels12, brass13 candlesticks, and a nice clean woman, with a plain gown kilted over a quilted silk petticoat; Betty Scarf, an old servant of Mrs. Gaunt's, who had married, and was now the widow Gough.
She stood at the gate one day as Mrs. Gaunt drove by; and curtsied, all beaming.
Mrs. Gaunt stopped the carriage, and made some kind and patronizing inquires about her: and it ended in Betty asking her to come in and see her place. Mrs. Gaunt looked a little shy at that, and did not move. "Nay14, they are both abroad till supper time," said Betty, reading her in a moment by the light of sex. Then Mrs. Gaunt smiled, and got out of her carriage. Betty took her in and showed her everything in doors and out. Mrs. Gaunt looked mighty15 demure16 and dignified17, but scanned everything closely, only without seeming too curious.
The cold gloom of the parlour struck her. She shuddered18, and said, "This would give me the vapours. But, doubtless, angels come and brighten it for him."
"Not always," said Betty. "I do see him with his head in his hand by the hour, and hear him sigh ever so loud as I pass the door. Why, one day he was fain to have me and my spinning wheel aside him. Says he, 'Let me hear thy busy wheel, and see thee ply19 it.' 'And welcome,' says I. So I sat in his room, and span, and he sat a gloating of me as if he had never seen a woman spin hemp20 afore (he is a very simple man): and presently says he—but what signifies what he said?"
"Nay, Betty; if you please. I am much interested in him. He preaches so divinely."
"Ay," said Betty, "that's his gift. But a poor trencher-man; and I declare I'm ashamed to eat all the vittels that are eaten here, and me but a woman."
"But what did he say to you that time?" asked Mrs. Gaunt, a little impatiently.
Betty cudgelled her memory. "Well says he, 'My daughter,' (the poor soul always calls me his daughter, and me old enough to be his mother mostly;) says he, 'how comes it that you are never wearied, nor cast down, and yet you but serve a sinner like yourself; but I do often droop21 in my Master's service, and he is the lord of Heaven and Earth?' Says I, 'I'll tell ye, sir: because ye don't eat enough o' vittels.'"
"What an answer!"
"Why 'tis the truth, dame22. And says I, 'If I was to be always fasting, like as you be, d'ye think I should have the heart to work from morn till night?' Now, wasn't I right?"
"I don't know till I hear what answer he made," said Mrs. Gaunt, with mean caution.
"Oh, he shook his head, and said he ate mortal food enow (poor simple body!), but drank too little of grace divine. That was his word."
Mrs. Gaunt was a good deal struck and affected23 by this revelation, and astonished at the slighting tone Betty took in speaking of so remarkable24 a man. The saying that "No man is a hero to his valet" was not yet current, or perhaps she would have been less surprised at that.
"Alas25! poor man," said she, "and is it so? To hear him, I thought his soul was borne up night and day by angels' pinions—"
The widow interrupted her. "Ay, you hear him preach, and it is like God's trumpet26 mostly, and so much I say for him in all companies. But I see him directly after; he totters27 into this very room, and sits him down pale and panting, and one time like to swoon, and another all for crying, and then he is ever so dull and sad for the whole afternoon."
"And nobody knows this but you? You have got my old petticoat still, I see. I must look you up another."
"You are very good, dame, I am sure. 'Twill not come amiss; I've only this for Sundays and all. No, my lady, not a soul but me and you; I'm not one as tells tales out of doors: but I don't mind you, dame; you are my old mistress, and a discreet28 woman. 'Twill go no further than your ear."
Mrs. Gaunt told her she might rely on that. The widow then inquired after Mrs. Gaunt's little girl, and admired her dress, and described her own ailments29, and poured out a continuous stream of topics bearing no affinity30 to each other except that they were all of them not worth mentioning. And all the while she thus discoursed31, Mrs. Gaunt's thoughtful eyes looked straight over the chatterbox's white cap, and explored vacancy32: and by-and-by she broke the current of twaddle with the air of a camelopard marching across a running gutter33.
"Betsy Gough," said she, "I am thinking."
Mrs. Gough was struck dumb by an announcement so singular.
"I have heard, and I have read, that great and pious34 and learned men are often to seek in little simple things, such as plain bodies have at their fingers' ends. So now, if you and I could only teach him something for all he has taught us. And, to be sure, we ought to be kind to him if we can; for oh, Betty, my woman, 'tis a poor vanity to go and despise the great, and the learned, and the sainted, because forsooth we find them out in some one little weakness, we that are all made up of weaknesses and defects. So, now, I sit me down in this very chair: so. And sit you there. Now let us, you and me, look at his room quietly, all over, and see what is wanting."
"First and foremost methinks this window should be filled with geraniums; and jessamine; and so forth35. With all his learning perhaps he has to be taught, the colour of flowers and golden green leaves, with the sun shining through, how it soothes37 the eye and relieves the spirits; yet every woman born knows that. Then do but see this bare table! a purple cloth on that, I say."
"Which he will fling it out of the window, I say."
"Nay: for I'll embroider39 a cross in the middle with gold braid. Then a rose-coloured blind would not be amiss; and there must be a good mirror facing the window; but indeed, if I had my way, I'd paint these horrid40 walls the first thing."
"How you run on, dame! Bless your heart, you'd turn his den36 into a palace: he won't suffer that; he is all for self-mortification, poor simple soul."
"Oh, not all at once, I did not mean," said Mrs. Gaunt; "but by little and little, you know. We must begin with the flowers: God made them; and so to be sure he will not spurn41 them."
Betty began to enter into the plot. "Ay, ay," said she: "the flowers first; and so creep on. But nought42 will avail to make a man of him so long as he eats but of eggs and garden-stuff, like the beasts of the field, 'that to-day are, and to-morrow are cast into the oven.'"
Mrs. Gaunt smiled at this ambitious attempt of the widow to apply Scripture43. Then she said, rather timidly, "Could you make his eggs into omelets? and so pound in a little meat with your small herbs; I dare say he would be none the wiser, and he so bent44 on high and heavenly things."
"You may take your oath of that."
"Well, then. And I shall send you some stock from the castle, and you can cook his vegetables in good strong gravy45, unbeknown."
"But stay," said Mrs. Gaunt; "for us to play the woman so, and delude47 a saint for his mere48 bodily weal—will it not be a sin, and a sacrilege to boot?"
"Let that flea49 stick in the wall," said Betty, contemptuously. "Find you the meat, and I'll find the deceit: for he is as poor as a rat into the bargain. Nay, nay, God Almighty50 will never have the heart to burn us two for such a trifle. Why, 'tis no more than cheating a froward child taking's physic."
Mrs. Gaunt got into her carriage and went home, thinking all the way. What she had heard filled her with feelings strangely but sweetly composed of veneration51 and pity. In that Leonard was a great orator and a high-minded priest, she revered52 him; in that he was solitary53 and sad, she pitied him; in that he wanted common sense, she felt like a mother, and must take him under her wing. All true women love to protect; perhaps it is a part of the great maternal54 element; but to protect a man, and yet look up to him, this is delicious.
Leonard, in truth, was one of those high-strung men who pay for their periods of religious rapture55 by hours of melancholy56. This oscillation of the spirits in extraordinary men appears to be more or less a law of nature; and this the widow Gough was not aware of.
The very next Sunday, while he was preaching, she and Mrs. Gaunt's gardener were filling his bow window with flowerpots, the flowers in full bloom and leaf. The said window was large, and had a broad sill outside, and, inside, one of the old fashioned high window-seats that follow the shape of the window. Mrs. Gaunt, who did nothing by halves, sent up a cartload of flowerpots, and Betty and the gardener arranged at least eighty of them, small and great, inside and outside the window.
When Leonard returned from preaching, Betty was at the door to watch. He came past the window with his hands on his breast, and his eyes on the ground, and never saw the flowers in his own window. Betty was disgusted. However, she followed him stealthily as he went to his room, and she heard a profound "Ah!" burst from him.
She bustled57 in and found him standing58 in a rapture, with the blood mantling59 in his pale cheeks, and his dark eyes glowing.
"Now blessed be the heart that hath conceived this thing, and the hand that hath done it," said he. "My poor room it is a bower60 of roses, all beauty and fragrance61." And he sat down inhaling62 them, and looking at them; and a dreamy, tender complacency crept over his heart, and softened63 his noble features exquisitely64.
Widow Gough, red with gratified pride, stood watching him, and admiring him; but, indeed, she often admired him, though she had got into a way of decrying65 him.
But at last she lost patience at his want of curiosity; that being a defect she was free from herself. "Ye don't ask me who sent them," said she, reproachfully.
"Nay, nay," said he; "prithee do not tell me: let me divine."
"Divine then," said Betty, roughly. "Which I suppose you means 'guess.'"
"Nay, but let me be quiet awhile," said he, imploringly66; "let me sit down and fancy that I am a holy man, and some angel hath turned my cave into a Paradise."
"No more an angel than I am," said the practical widow. "But, now I think on't, y'are not to know who 'twas. Them as sent them they bade me hold my tongue."
This was not true; but Betty, being herself given to unwise revelations and superfluous67 secresy, chose suddenly to assume that this business was to be clandestine68.
The priest turned his eye inwards and meditated69. "I see who it is," said he, with an air of absolute conviction. "It must be the lady who comes always when I preach, and her face like none other; it beams with divine intelligence. I will make her all the return we poor priests can make to our benefactors70. I will pray for her soul here among the flowers God has made, and she has given his servant to glorify71 his dwelling72. My daughter, you may retire."
This last with surprising, gentle dignity: so Betty went off rather abashed73, and avenged74 herself by adulterating the holy man's innutritions food with Mrs. Gaunt's good gravy; while he prayed fervently75 for her eternal weal among the flowers she had given him.
Now Mrs. Gaunt, after eight years of married life, was too sensible and dignified a woman to make a romantic mystery out of nothing. She concealed76 the gravy, because there secresy was necessary; but she never dreamed of hiding that she had sent her spiritual adviser77 a load of flowers. She did not tell her neighbors, for she was not ostentatious; but she told her husband; who grunted78, but did not object.
But Betty's nonsense lent an air of romance and mystery that was well adapted to captivate the imagination of a young, ardent79, and solitary spirit like Leonard.
He would have called on the lady he suspected, and thanked her for her kindness. But this he feared would be unwelcome, since she chose to be his unknown benefactress. It would be ill taste in him to tell her he had found her out: it might offend her sensibility, and then she would draw in.
He kept his gratitude80 therefore to himself, and did not cool it by utterance81. He often sat among the flowers, in a sweet reverie, enjoying their color and fragrance: and sometimes he would shut his eyes, and call up the angelical face with great celestial82 up-turned orbs, and fancy it among her own flowers, and the queen of them all.
These day-dreams did not at that time interfere83 with his religious duties. They only took the place of those occasional hours, when, partly by the reaction consequent on great religious fervour, partly through exhaustion84 of the body weakened by fasts, partly by the natural delicacy85 of his fibre, and the tenderness of his disposition86, his soul used to be sad.
By-and-by these languid hours, sad no longer, became sweet and dear to him. He had something so interesting to think of, to dream about. He had a Madonna that cared for him in secret.
She was human; but good, beautiful, and wise. She came to his sermons, and understood every word.
"And she knows me better than I know myself," said he: "since I had these flowers from her hand, I am another man."
One day he came into his room and found two watering pots there. One was large and had a rose to it, the other small and with a plain spout87.
"Ah!" said he; and colored with delight. He called Betty, and asked her who had brought them.
"How should I know?" said she, roughly. "I dare say they dropped from Heaven. See, there is a cross painted on 'em in gold letters."
"And so there is!" said Leonard, and crossed himself.
"That means nobody is to use them but you, I trow," said Betty, rather crossly.
The priest's cheek coloured high. "I will use them this instant," said he. "I will revive my drooping88 children, as they have revived me." And he caught up a watering pot with ardour.
"What, with the sun hot upon 'em?" screamed Betty. "Well, saving your presence, you are a simple man."
"Why, good Betty, 'tis the sun that makes them faint," objected the priest, timidly, and with the utmost humility89 of manner, though Betty's tone would have irritated a smaller mind.
"Well, well," said she, softening90; "but ye see it never rains with a hot sun, and the flowers they know that, and look to be watered after Nature, or else they take it amiss. You, and all your sort, sir, you think to be stronger than nature; you do fast and pray all day, and won't look a woman in the face like other men; and now you wants to water the very flowers at noon."
"Betty," said Leonard, smiling, "I yield to thy superior wisdom, and I will water them at morn and eve. In truth we have all much to learn: let us try and teach one another as kindly91 as we can."
"I wish you'd teach me to be as humble92 as you be," blurted93 out Betty, with something very like a sob94: "and more respectful to my betters," added she, angrily.
Watering the flowers she had given him became a solace95 and a delight to the solitary priest: he always watered them with his own hands and felt quite paternal96 over them.
One evening Mrs. Gaunt rode by with Griffith and saw him watering them. His tall figure, graceful97, though inclined to stoop, bent over them with feminine delicacy, and the simple act, which would have been nothing in vulgar hands, seemed to Mrs. Gaunt so earnest, tender, and delicate in him, that her eyes filled, and she murmured, "Poor Brother Leonard."
"That was him watering his flowers."
"Oh, is that all?" said Griffith, carelessly.
Leonard said to himself, "I go too little abroad among my people." He made a little round, and it ended in Hernshaw Castle.
Mrs. Gaunt was out.
He looked disappointed; so the servant suggested that perhaps she was in the Dame's Haunt: he pointed99 to the grove100.
Leonard followed his direction, and soon found himself, for the first time, in that sombre, solemn retreat.
It was a hot summer day, and the grove was delicious. It was also a place well suited to the imaginative and religious mind of the Italian.
He walked slowly to and fro, in religious meditation101. Indeed he had nearly thought out his next sermon, when his meditative102 eye happened to fall on a terrestrial object that startled and thrilled him. Yet it was only a lady's glove. It lay at the foot of a rude wooden seat beneath a gigantic pine.
He stooped and picked it up. He opened the little fingers, and called up in fancy the white and tapering103 hand that glove could lit. He laid the glove softly on his own palm, and eyed it with dreamy tenderness. "So this is the hand that hath solaced104 my loneliness," said he: "a hand fair as that angelical face, and sweet as the kind heart that doeth good by stealth."
Then, forgetting for a moment, as lofty spirits will, the difference between meum and tuum, he put the little glove in his bosom105, and paced thoughtfully home through the woods, that were separated from the grove only by one meadow: and so he missed the owner of the glove; for she had returned home while he was meditating106 in her favourite haunt.
Leonard, amongst his other accomplishments107, could draw and paint with no mean skill. In one of those hours that used to be of melancholy, but now were hours of dreamy complacency, he took out his pencils and endeavoured to sketch108 the inspired face that he had learned to preach to, and now to dwell on with gratitude.
Clearly as he saw it before him, he could not reproduce it to his own satisfaction.
After many failures he got very near the mark: yet still something was wanting.
Then, as a last resource, he actually took his sketch to church with him, and in preaching made certain pauses, and, with a very few touches, perfected the likeness109; then, on his return home, threw himself on his knees and prayed forgiveness of God with many sighs and tears, and hid the sacrilegious drawing out of his own sight.
Two days after, he was at work colouring it; and the hours flew by like minutes, as he laid the mellow110, melting tints111 on with infinite care and delicacy. Labor112 ipse voluptas.
Mrs. Gaunt heard Leonard had called on her in person. She was pleased at that, and it encouraged her to carry out her whole design.
Accordingly, one afternoon when she knew Leonard would be at vespers, she sent on a loaded pony-cart, and followed it on horseback.
Then it was all hurry scurry113 with Betty and her, to get their dark deeds done before their victim's return.
These good creatures set the mirror opposite the flowery window, and so made the room a very bower. They fixed114 a magnificent crucifix of ivory and gold over the mantelpiece, and they took away his hassock of rashes and substituted a prie-dieu of rich crimson115 velvet116. All that remained was to put their blue cover, with its golden cross, on the table. To do this, however, they had to remove the priest's papers and things: they were covered with a baize cloth. Mrs. Gaunt felt them under it.
"But perhaps he will be angry if we move his papers," said she.
"Not he," said Betty. "He has no secrets from God or man."
"Well, I won't take it on me," said Mrs. Gaunt, merrily. "I leave that to you." And she turned her back and settled the mirror, officiously, leaving all the other responsibilities to Betty.
The sturdy widow laughed at her scruples117, and whipped off the clot38 without ceremony. But soon her laugh stopped mighty short, and she uttered an exclamation118.
"What is the matter?" said Mrs. Gaunt, turning her head sharply round.
A poor little glove lay on the table; and both women eyed it like basilisks a moment. Then Betty pounced120 on it and examined it with the fierce keenness of her sex in such conjunctures, searching for a name or a clue.
Owing to this rapidity, Mrs. Gaunt, who stood at some distance, had not time to observe the button on the glove, or she would have recognized her own property.
"He have had a hussy with him unbeknown," said Betty, "and she have left her glove. 'Tis easy to get in by the window and out again. Only let me catch her. I'll tear her eyes out, and give him my mind. I'll have no young hussies creeping in an' out where I be."
The gentlewoman said nothing, but a strange feeling traversed her heart for the first time in her life.
It was a little chill, it was a little ache, it was a little sense of sickness; none of these violent, yet all distinct. And all about what? After this curious, novel spasm124 at the heart, she began to be ashamed of herself for having had such a feeling.
Betty held her out the glove: and then she recognized it, and turned as red as fire.
"You know whose 'tis?" said Betty, keenly.
Mrs. Gaunt was on her guard in a moment. "Why, Betty," said she, "for shame! 'tis some penitent125 hath left her glove after confession126. Would you belie127 a good man for that? Oh, lie!"
"Humph!" said Betty, doubtfully. "Then why keep it under cover? Now you can read, dame; let us see if there isn't a letter or so writ128 by the hand as owns this very glove."
Her eye, however, darted130 sidelong at them, and told another tale; and, if she had been there alone, perhaps the daughter of Eve would have predominated.
Betty, inflamed131 by the glove, rummaged132 the papers in search of female handwriting. She could tell that from a man's, though she could not read either.
But there is a handwriting that the most ignorant can read at sight; and so Betty's researches were not in vain: hidden under several sheets of paper, she found a picture. She gave but one glance at it, and screamed out—"There, didn't I tell you? Here she is! the brazen133, red-haired—Lawk a daisy! why, 'tis yourself."
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