At first, as you may perhaps remember, he doubted his ability to replace Father Francis as Mrs. Gaunt's director; but after a slight disclaimer, he did replace him, and had no more misgivings3 as to his fitness. But his tolerance4 and good sense were by no means equal to his devotion and his persuasive5 powers; and so his advice in matters spiritual and secular6 somehow sowed the first seeds of conjugal7 coolness in Hernshaw Castle.
And now Ryder slily insinuated8 into Griffith's ear that the mistress told the priest everything, and did nothing but by his advice. Thus the fire already kindled9 was fanned by an artful woman's breath.
Griffith began to hate Brother Leonard, and to show it so plainly and rudely that Leonard shrank from the encounter, and came less often, and stayed but a few minutes. Then Mrs. Gaunt remonstrated10 gently with Griffith, but received short sullen11 replies. Then, as the servile element of her sex was comparatively small in her, she turned bitter and cold, and avenged13 Leonard indirectly14, but openly, with those terrible pins and needles a beloved woman has ever at command.
Then Griffith became moody15, and downright unhappy, and went more and more to the "Red Lion," seeking comfort there now as well as company.
Mrs. Gaunt saw, and had fits of irritation16, and fits of pity, and sore perplexity. She knew she had a good husband; and, instead of taking him to heaven with her, she found that each step she made with Leonard's help towards the angelic life, seemed somehow to be bad for Griffith's soul, and for his earthly happiness.
She blamed herself; she blamed Griffith; she blamed the Protestant heresy17; she blamed everybody and everything—except Brother Leonard.
One Sunday afternoon Griffith sat on his own lawn, silently smoking his pipe. Mrs. Gaunt came to him, and saw an air of dejection on his genial18 face. Her heart yearned19. She sat down beside him on the bench, and sighed; then he sighed too.
"My dear," said she, sweetly, "fetch out your viol da gambo, and we will sing a hymn20 or two together here this fine afternoon. We can praise God together, though we must pray apart; alas21 that it is so."
"With all my heart," said Griffith. "Nay22, I forgot; my viol da gambo is not here. 'Tis at the 'Red Lion.'"
"At the 'Red Lion!'" said she, bitterly. "What, do you sing there as well as drink? Oh, husband, how can you so bemean yourself?"
"What is a poor man to do, whose wife is priest-ridden, and got to be no company—except for angels?"
"I did not come here to quarrel," said she, coldly and sadly. Then they were both silent a minute. Then she got up and left him.
Brother Leonard, like many earnest men, was rather intolerant. He urged on Mrs. Gaunt that she had too many Protestants in her household: her cook and her nursemaid ought, at all events, to be Catholics. Mrs. Gaunt on this was quite ready to turn them both off, and that without disguise. But Leonard dissuaded23 her from so violent a measure. She had better take occasion to part with one of them, and by-and-by with the other.
The nursemaid was the first to go, and her place was filled by a Roman Catholic. Then the cook received warning. But this did not pass off so quietly: Jane Bannister was a buxom24 hearty25 woman, well liked by her fellow-servants; her parents lived in the village, and she had been six years with the Gaunts, and her honest heart clung to them. She took to crying; used to burst out in the middle of her work, or while conversing26 with fitful cheerfulness on ordinary topics.
One day Griffith found her crying, and Ryder consoling her as carelessly and contemptuously as possible.
"Hey-day, lasses," said he; "what is your trouble?"
At this Jane's tears flowed in a stream, and Ryder made no reply, but waited.
At last, and not till the third or fourth time of asking, Jane blurted27 out that she had got the sack; such was her homely28 expression, dignified29, however, by honest tears.
"Nay, sir," sobbed31 Jane, "that is what I want to know. Our Dame32 ne'er found a fault in me; and now she does pack me off like a dog. Me that have been here this six years, and got to feel at home. What will father say? He'll give me a hiding. For two pins I'd drown myself in the mere33."
"Come, you must not blame the mistress," said the sly Ryder. "She is a good mistress as ever breathed: 'tis all the priest's doings. I'll tell you the truth, master, if you will pass me your word I shan't be sent away for it."
"I pledge you my word as a gentleman," said Griffith.
"Well, then, sir, Jane's fault is yours and mine. She is not a papist; and that is why she is to go. How I come to know, I listened in the next room, and heard the priest tell our dame she must send away two of us, and have Catholics. The priest's word it is law in this house; 'twas in March he gave the order: Harriet, she went in May, and now poor Jane is to go—for walking to church behind you, sir. But there, Jane, I believe he would get our very master out of the house if he could; and then what would become of us all?"
Griffith turned black, and then ashy pale, under this venomous tongue, and went away without a word, looking dangerous.
Ryder looked after him, and her black eye glittered with a kind of fiendish beauty.
Jane, having told her mind, now began to pluck up a little spirit. "Mrs. Ryder," said she, "I never thought to like you so well;" and, with that, gave her a great, hearty, smacking34 kiss; which Ryder, to judge by her countenance35, relished36, as epicures38 albumen. "I won't cry no more. After all, this house is no place for us that be women: 'tis a fine roost to be sure! where the hen she crows and the cock do but cluck."
Town-bred Ryder laughed at the rustic39 maid's simile40; and, not to be out-done in metaphor41, told her there were dogs that barked, and dogs that bit. "Our master is one of those that bite. I've done the priest's business. He is as like to get the sack as you are."
Griffith found his wife seated on the lawn reading. He gulped42 down his ire as well as he could; but nevertheless his voice trembled a little with suppressed passion.
"So Jane is turned off now," said he.
"I don't know about being turned off," replied Mrs. Gaunt, calmly; "but she leaves me next month, and Cicely Davis comes back."
"And Cicely Davis is a useless slut that cannot boil a potato fit to eat; but then she is a Papist, and poor Jenny is a Protestant, and can cook a dinner."
"My dear," said Mrs. Gaunt, "do not you trouble about the servants; leave them to me."
"And welcome; but this is not your doing, it is that Leonard's: and I cannot allow a Popish priest to turn off all my servants that are worth their salt. Come, Kate, you used to be a sensible woman, and a tender wife: now I ask you, is a young bachelor a fit person to govern a man's family?"
Mrs. Gaunt laughed in his face. "A young bachelor!" said she; "whoever heard of such a term applied43 to a priest: and a saint upon earth?"
"Why, he is not married, so he must be a bachelor; and I say again it is monstrous44 for a young bachelor to come between old married folk, and hear all their secrets, and have a finger in every pie, and set up to be master of my house, and order my wife to turn away my servants for going to church behind me. Why not turn me away too? Their fault is mine."
"Griffith, you are in a passion, and I begin to think you want to put me in one."
"Well, perhaps I am. Job's patience went at last, and mine has been sore tried this many a month. 'Twas bad enough when the man was only your confessor: you told him everything, and you don't tell me everything. He knew your very heart, better than I do, and that was a bitter thing for me to bear that love you and have no secrets from you. But every man who marries a Catholic must endure this; so I put a good face on it, though my heart was often sore; 'twas the price I had to pay for my pearl of womankind. But since he set up your governor as well, you are a changed woman; you shun45 company abroad, you freeze my friends at home. You have made the house so cold that I am fain to seek the 'Red Lion' for a smile or a kindly word: and now, to please this fanatical priest, you would turn away the best servants I have, and put useless, dirty slatterns in their place, that happen to be Papists. You did not use to be so uncharitable, nor so unreasonable46. 'Tis the priest's doing. He is my secret, underhand enemy; I feel him undermining me, inch by inch, and I can bear it no longer. I must make a stand somewhere, and I may as well make it here; for Jenny is a good girl, and her folk live in the village, and she helps them. Think better of it, Kate, and let the poor wench stay, though she does go to church behind your husband."
"Griffith," said Mrs. Gaunt, "I might retort, and say that you are a changed man; for to be sure you did never use to interfere47 between me and my maids. Are you sure some mischief-making woman is not advising you? But there, do not let us chafe48 one another, for you know we are hot-tempered both of us. Well, leave it for the present, my dear; prithee let me think it over till to-morrow, at all events, and try if I can satisfy you."
The jealous husband saw through this proposal directly. He turned purple. "That is to say, you must ask your priest first for leave to show your husband one grain of respect and affection, and not make him quite a cipher49 in his own house. No, Kate, no man who respects himself will let another man come between himself and the wife of his bosom50. This business is between you and me; I will brook51 no interference in it; and I tell you plainly, if you turn this poor lass off to please this d——d priest, I'll turn the priest off to please her and her folk. They are as good as he is, any way."
The bitter contempt with which he spoke52 of Brother Leonard, and this astounding53 threat, imported a new and dangerous element into the discussion: it stung Mrs. Gaunt beyond bearing. She turned with flashing eyes upon Griffith.
"As good as he is? The scum of my kitchen! You will make me hate the mischief-making hussy. She shall pack out of the house to-morrow morning."'
"Then I say that priest shall never darken my doors again."
"Then I say they are my doors, not yours; and that holy man shall brighten them whenever he will."
If to strike an adversary54 dumb is the tongue's triumph, Mrs. Gaunt was victorious55: for Griffith gasped56, but did not reply.
They faced each other, pale with fury; but no more words.
No: an ominous57 silence succeeded this lamentable58 answer, like the silence that follows a thunder-clap.
Griffith stood still awhile, benumbed as it were, by the cruel stroke; then cast one speaking look of anguish59 and reproach upon her, drew himself haughtily60 up, and stalked away like a wounded lion.
Well said the ancients that anger is a short madness. When we reflect in cold blood on the things we have said in hot, how impossible they seem! how out of character with our real selves! And this is one of the recognized symptoms of mania61.
There were few persons could compare with Mrs. Gaunt in native magnanimity; yet how ungenerous a stab had she given.
And had he gone on, she would have gone on; but when he turned silent at her bitter thrust, and stalked away from her, she came to herself almost directly.
She thought, "Good God! what have I said to him?"
And the flush of shame came to her cheek, and her eyes filled with tears.
He saw them not; he had gone away, wounded to the heart.
You see it was true. The house was hers; tied up as tight as wax. The very money (his own money) that had been spent on the place, had become hers by being expended62 on real property; he could not reclaim63 it; he was her lodger64; a dependant65 on her bounty66.
During all the years they had lived together she had never once assumed the proprietor67. On the contrary, she put him forward as the Squire68, and slipped quietly into the background. Bene latuit. But, lo! let a hand be put out to offend her saintly favourite, and that moment she could waken her husband from his dream, and put him down into his true legal position with a word. The matrimonial throne for him till he resisted her priest; and then, a stool at her feet, and his.
He was enraged69 as well as hurt; but being a true lover, his fury was levelled not at the woman who had hurt him, but at the man who stood out of sight and set her on.
By this time the reader knows his good qualities, and his defects; superior to his wife in one or two things, he was by no means so thorough a gentleman as she was a lady. He had begun to make a party with his own servants against the common enemy; and, in his wrath70, he now took another step, or rather a stride, in the same direction. As he hurried away to the public-house, white with ire, he met his gamekeeper coming in with a bucketful of fish fresh caught. "What have ye got there?" said Griffith, roughly; not that he was angry with the man, but that his very skin was full of wrath, and it must exude71. Mr. Leicester did not relish37 the tone, and replied, bluntly and sulkily, "Pike for our Papists." The answer, though rude, did not altogether displease72 Griffith; it smacked73 of odium theologicum, a sentiment he was learning to understand. "Put 'em down, and listen to me, Thomas Leicester," said he. And his manner was now so impressive that Leicester put down the bucket with ludicrous expedition, and gaped74 at him.
"How, my man, why do I keep you here?"
"To take care of your game, Squire, I do suppose."
"What? when you are the worst gamekeeper in the county. How many poachers do you catch in the year? They have only to set one of their gang to treat you at the public-house on a moonshiny night, and the rest can have all my pheasants at roost while you are boozing and singing."
"Like my betters in the parlour," muttered Tom.
"But that is not all," continued Gaunt, pretending not to hear him. "You wire my rabbits, and sell them in the town. Don't go to deny it; fore75 I've half a dozen to prove it." Mr. Leicester looked very uncomfortable. His master continued—"I have known it this ten months, yet you are none the worse for't. Now, why do I keep you here, that any other gentleman in my place would send to Carlisle gaol76 on a justice's warrant?"
Mr. Leicester, who had thought his master blind, and was so suddenly undeceived, hung his head and snivelled out, "'Tis because you have a good heart, Squire, and would not ruin a poor fellow for an odd rabbit or two."
"Stuff and nonsense!" cried Gaunt. "Speak your mind, for once, or else begone for a liar77 as well as a knave78."
Thus appealed to, Leicester's gipsy eyes roved to and fro as if he were looking for some loophole to escape by; but at last he faced the situation.
He said, with a touch of genuine feeling, "D——n the rabbits! I wish my hand had withered79 ere I touched one on them." But after this preface he sunk his voice to a whisper, and said, "I see what you are driving at, Squire; and since there is nobody with us (he took off his cap)—why, sir, 'tis this here mole80 I am in debt to, no doubt."
Then the gentleman and his servant looked one another silently in the face, and what with their standing81 in the same attitude and being both excited and earnest, the truth must be owned, a certain family likeness82 came out. Certainly, their eyes were quite unlike. Leicester had his gipsy mother's: black, keen, and restless. Gaunt had his mother's: brown, calm, and steady. But the two men had the same stature83, the same manly84 mould and square shoulders; and, though Leicester's cheek was brown as a berry, his forehead was singularly white for a man in his rank of life, and over his left temple, close to the roots of the hair, was an oblong mole as black as ink, that bore a close resemblance in appearance and position to his master's.
"Tom Leicester; I have been insulted."
"That won't pass, sir. Who is the man?"
"One that I cannot call out like a gentleman, and yet I must not lay on him with my cane85, or I am like to get the sack, as well as my servants. 'Tis the Popish priest, lad; Brother Leonard, own brother to Old Kick; he has got our Dame's ear, she cannot say him 'nay.' She is turning away all my people, and filling the house with Papists, to please him. And when I interfered86, she as good as told me I should go next; and so I shall, I or else that priest."
This little piece of exaggeration fired Tom Leicester. "Say ye so, Squire? then just you whisper a word in my ear, and George and I will lay that priest by the heels, and drag him through the horse-pond. He won't come here to trouble you after that, I know."
Gaunt's eyes flashed triumph. "A friend in need is a friend indeed," said he. "Ay, you are right, lad. There must be no broken bones, and no bloodshed; the horse-pond is the very thing: and if she discharges you for it, take no heed87 of her. You shall never leave Hernshaw Castle for that good deed; or, if you do, I'll go with you; for the world it is wide, and I'll never live a servant in the house where I have been a master." They then put their heads together and concerted the means by which the priest at his very next visit was to be decoyed into the neighbourhood of the horse-pond.
And then they parted, and Griffith went to the "Red Lion." And a pair of black eyes that had slily watched this singular interview from an upper window, withdrew quietly; and soon after, Tom Leicester found himself face to face with their owner, the sight of whom always made his heart beat a little faster.
Caroline Ryder had been rather cold to him of late; it was therefore a charming surprise when she met him, all wreathed in smiles, and, drawing him apart, began to treat him like a bosom friend, and tell him what had passed between the master, and her and Jane. Confidence begets88 confidence; and so Tom told her in turn that the Squire and the Dame had come to words over it. "However," said he, "'tis all the priest's fault; but bide89 awhile, all of ye."
With this mysterious hint he meant to close his revelations. But Ryder intended nothing of the kind. Her keen eye had read the looks and gestures of Gaunt and Leicester, and these had shown her that something very strange and serious was going on. She had come out expressly to learn what it was, and Tom was no match for her arts. She so smiled on him, and agreed with him, and led him, and drew him, and pumped him, that she got it all out of him on a promise of secresy. She then entered into it with spirit, and being what they called a scholar, undertook to write a paper for Tom and his helper to pin on the priest's back. No sooner said than done. She left him, and speedily returned with the following document written out in large and somewhat straggling letters:——
MISCHIEVIOUS PRIEST, WHICH
'TWIXT MAN AND WYFE
HATH MADE ACQUAINTAUNCE
WITH SQUIRE'S HORSE-POND."
And so a female conspirator92 was added to the plot.
Mrs. Gaunt co-operated too, but, need I say, unconsciously.
She was unhappy, and full of regret at what she had said. She took herself severely93 to task and drew a very unfavourable comparison between herself and Brother Leonard. "How ill," she thought, "am I fitted to carry out that meek94 saint's views. See what my ungoverned temper has done." So then, having made so great a mistake, she thought the best thing she could do was to seek advice of Leonard at once. She was not without hopes he would tell her to postpone95 the projected change in her household, and so soothe96 her offended husband directly.
She wrote a line requesting Leonard to call on her as soon as possible, and advise her in a great difficulty; and she gave this note to Ryder, and told her to send the groom97 off with it at once.
Ryder squeezed the letter, and peered into it, and gathered its nature before she gave it to the groom to take to Leonard.
When he was gone she went and told Tom Leicester, and he chuckled98, and made his preparations accordingly.
Then she retired99 to her own room and went through a certain process I have indicated before as one of her habits: knitted her great black brows, and pondered the whole situation with a mental power that was worthy100 of a nobler sphere and higher materials.
Her practical reverie, so to speak, continued until she was rung for to dress her mistress for dinner.
Griffith was so upset, so agitated101 and restless, he could not stay long in any one place, not even in the "Red Lion." So he came home to dinner, though he had mighty102 little appetite for it. And this led to another little conjugal scene.
Mrs. Gaunt mounted the great oak staircase to dress for dinner, languidly, as ladies are apt to do, when reflection and regret come after excitement.
Presently she heard a quick foot behind her: she knew it directly for her husband's, and her heart yearned. She did not stop, nor turn her head: womanly pride withheld103 her from direct submission104; but womanly tenderness and tact105 opened a way to reconciliation106. She drew softly aside, almost to the wall, and went slower; and her hand, her sidelong drooping107 head, and her whole eloquent108 person, whispered plainly enough, "If somebody would like to make friends, here is the door open."
Griffith saw, but was too deeply wounded: he passed her without stopping (the staircase was eight feet broad).
But as he passed he looked at her and sighed, for he saw she was sorry.
She heard, and sighed too. Poor things, they had lived so happy together for years.
He went on.
"Sweetheart," she murmured, "I was to blame. I was ungenerous. I forgot myself. Let me recall my words. You know they did not come from my heart."
"You need not tell me that," said Griffith doggedly110. "I have no quarrel with you, and never will. You but do what you are bidden, and say what you are bidden. I take the wound from you as best I may: the man that set you on, 'tis him I'll be revenged on."
"Alas! that you will think so," said she. "Believe me, dearest, that holy man would be the first to rebuke111 me for rebelling against my husband and flouting112 him. Oh, how could I say such things? I thank you, and love you dearly for being so blind to my faults; but I must not abuse your blindness. Father Leonard will put me to penance113 for the fault you forgive. He will hear no excuses. Prithee, now, be more just to that good man."
Griffith listened quietly, with a cold sneer114 upon his lip; and this was his reply: "Till that mischief-making villain115 came between you and me, you never gave me a bitter word: we were the happiest pair in Cumberland. But now what are we? And what shall we be in another year or two?—REVENGE!!"
He had begun gravely enough, but suddenly burst into an ungovernable rage; and as he yelled out that furious word his face was convulsed and ugly to look at; very ugly.
Mrs. Gaunt started: she had not seen that vile12 expression in his face for many a year; but she knew it again.
"Ay!" he cried, "he has made me drink a bitter cup this many a day. But I'll force as bitter a one down his throat, and you shall see it done."
Mrs. Gaunt turned pale at this violent threat; but being a high-spirited woman, she stiffened116 and hid her apprehensions117 loftily. "Madman that you are," said she. "I throw away excuses on Jealousy118, and I waste reason upon phrenzy. I'll say no more things to provoke you; but, to be sure, 'tis I that am offended now, and deeply too, as you will find."
Then he went to his dressing-room, and she to her bedroom. Griffith hating Leonard, and Kate deeply indignant with Griffith.
And, ere her blood could cool, she was subjected to the keen, cold, scrutiny120 of another female, and that female a secret rival.
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