Fortune May, the dairy-maid at Bentley Hall, came into the farmhouse3 at supper-time that Sunday evening.
“Well, they’re all gone,” said she, “and the house shut up. They say the Parliament ’ll send folks down to take it some day this week, and ’ll give it to some of their own people.”
“Ay, I hear Mr Chadderton, whose land joins the Colonel’s, has applied4 for it,” answered Farmer Lavender. “Though he’s a Roundhead, he’s a friend of the Colonel’s, and I shouldn’t wonder if he give it him back when King Charles comes in.”
“That’ll not be so soon, I take it,” observed his mother.
“The time’s out of joint,” said the farmer. “I’d as lief not say what’ll be or won’t be.”
“Jenny, I’ve a good jest to tell you,” said Fortune, with a twinkle in her eyes. “I did not see you in time afore you left the Hall. You’ll mind, maybe, that Robin5 and me and Dolly Campion went together to the green, Sunday even?”
Yes, Jenny did remember, and had been rather put out that Featherstone should prefer Fortune’s company to hers, though a little consoled by the reflection that it was on account of her superior dignity.
“Well!” said Fortune, telling her tale with evident glee, “as we went up the blind lane come a little lad running down as hard as ever he could run. ‘What’s ado?’ says I. ‘Mad bull! mad bull!’ quoth he. Dolly was a bit frighted, I think; I know I was. But will you believe it, Robin, he takes to his heels without another word, and leaves us two helpless maids a-standing there. Dolly and me, we got over the gate into the stubble-field, and hid behind the hedge; and presently we saw some’at a-coming down the lane, but I thought it came mortal slow for a mad bull. And when it got a bit nigh, lo and behold6! it was Widow Goodwin’s old dun cow, as had strayed. There she was coming down the lane as peaceable as could be, and staying by nows and thens to crop the grass by the roadside. We’d a good laugh at the mad bull, Dolly and me; and then says I to Dolly, ‘Let’s go and hunt out Robin.’ So we turned back, but nought7 of him could we see till we came to the big bean-field, and then a voice comes through the hedge, ‘Is he by, maids?’ Eh, but he is a coward! Did you think he’d been so white-livered as that?” Farmer Lavender laughed heartily8. Jenny was exceedingly disgusted. She tried to persuade herself that Fortune’s tale was over-coloured, perhaps spiteful. But one and another present chimed in with anecdotes9 of Featherstone’s want of moral and physical courage, till disbelief became impossible.
“How will he get along in France, think you?” said Fortune. “They’ve naught10 but frogs to eat there, have they?”
On that point the company was divided, being all equally ignorant. But Farmer Lavender’s good sense came to the rescue.
“Why,” said he, “Jenny here tells me Colonel Wyndham’s got a Frenchman to his cook; and he’d make a poor cook if he’d never dressed nought but frogs, I reckon.”
“They’ll have a bit o’ bread to ’em, like as not,” suggested the waggoner.
“Well, I must be going,” said Fortune, rising. “Jenny, what’s come of your grand gown as Mrs Jane gave you? We looked to see you in it this Sunday. Folks ’ll think it’s all a make-up if you put it off so long.”
“’Tisn’t finished making up,” said Kate, laughing.
“You’ll see me in it next Sunday, if you choose to look,” replied Jenny, in a rather affronted11 tone.
She was put out by Fortune’s hint that the dress was considered a fiction; and she was thoroughly12 annoyed by the story about Featherstone’s cowardly conduct. Bravery was one of the qualities that Jenny particularly admired; and she could not help feeling angry with Featherstone for thus lowering himself in her esteem14. She thought of it many times during the week, when she was altering the flowered tabby to fit herself, and by the time that the dress was finished, Jenny’s regard for Robin Featherstone was about finished also. Love she had never had for him; but he had flattered her vanity, and she liked it.
The next Sunday morning came, and Jenny dressed herself in the flowered tabby, with a pink bow on her muslin tippet. With a gratified sense of pride, she passed Fortune and Dolly Campion on her way up the churchyard; not less gratified to hear their respective whispers.
“Well, it wasn’t a make-up, then!” said Dolly, in a rather disappointed tone.
“Dear heart! isn’t she fine?” responded Fortune.
Little did Jenny Lavender think, as she passed up the aisle15 to her father’s pew, that the Jenny who entered that church was never to leave it again. There was a stranger in the pulpit that day—a man of a very different sort from the usual preacher. He was an old man, and the style of his sermon was old-fashioned. Instead of being a learned and closely-reasoned discourse16, seasoned with scraps17 of Latin, or a political essay on the events of the day, it was a sermon such as had been more common in the beginning of the century—simple, almost conversational18, striking, and full of Gospel truth. Such a sermon Jenny Lavender had never heard before.
The text was Genesis, chapter 32, verse 26: “I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me.” The preacher told his hearers in a plain fashion, without any learned disquisitions or flowery phrases, what blessing19 meant; that for God to bless a man was to give him, not what he wished, but what he really needed for his soul’s welfare; that many things which men thought blessings20, were really evils, and that all which did not help a man towards God, only hurried him faster on the road to perdition. He told them that Christ was God’s greatest blessing, His unspeakable gift; and that he who received Him was in truth possessed21 of all things. When he came near the end of his sermon, he bent2 forward over the pulpit cushion, and spoke22 with affectionate earnestness to his hearers.
“Now, brethren, how many here this day,” he said, “are ready to speak these words unto the Lord? How many of you earnestly desire His blessing? What, canst thou not get so far, poor soul? Be thine hands so weak that thou canst not hold Him? Be thy feet so feeble that thou canst not creep thus far up the ladder at the top whereof He standeth? Well, then, let us see if thou canst reach the step beneath—‘Lord, I most earnestly desire Thy salvation23.’ Or is this too far for thy foot to stretch? Canst thou say but, ‘Lord, I desire Thy salvation,’ however feeble and faint thy desire be? Poor sinful soul, art thou so chained and weak, that thou canst not come even so far? Then see if thy trembling foot will not reach the lowest step of all: ‘Lord, make me to desire Thy salvation.’ Surely, howsoever sunk in the mire13, and howsoever blind thou be, thou canst ask to be lifted forth24, and to have sight given thee. Brethren, will ye not so do? When ye fall to your prayers this even, ere ye sleep, will ye not say so much as this? Yea, will ye not go further, and run up the ladder, and cry with a mighty25 voice, ‘I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me’?”
When Jenny Lavender came out of church, she stood on the second step of the ladder. She scarcely heard Abigail Walker’s taunt26 of “Well, if Mrs Jane did give her the gown, I’ll go bail27 she stole that pink ribbon.” Such things were far beneath one who had set foot on that ladder. And Jenny did not stay at the bottom; she ran up fast. By the time that she knelt down at her bedside for her evening prayers, she had come to the fourth step—“I will not let Thee go, except Thou bless me.”
The last atom of Jenny’s old admiration28 for Robin Featherstone, which had been already shaken, vanished that day. The Spirit of God, who had touched her heart through the preacher, led her to see that folly29, vanity, and frivolity30 were utterly31 out of concord32 with Him. And then came a feeling of regret for the unkind flippancy33 with which she had treated Tom Fenton. Jenny knew that Tom was a Christian34 man; it had been one reason why she despised him, so long as she was not herself a Christian woman. There was a gulf35 between them now, and of her own digging. Tom had given over coming to the farm except on business; he gave her a kindly36 “Good morrow!” when they met, but it was no more than he gave to Kate, or any other girl of his acquaintance; and Jenny saw nothing of him beyond that. On every side she heard his praises, as a doer of brave and kindly actions. She knew that, apart from the mere37 outside, there was not a man to be compared to Tom Fenton in the whole neighbourhood. It was bitter to reflect that the time had been when Tom was ready to put himself and all he had at her feet, and she had only her own folly to thank that it was over. No wonder Jenny grew graver, and looked older than she used to be. Her father was uneasy about her; he feared she was either ill or unhappy, and consulted his sensible old mother.
“Nay38,” said Mrs Lavender, “Jenny’s not took bad; and as for her sadness, it’s just womanhood coming to her. Don’t you spoil it, Joe. The furnace burns up the dross39, and let it go! It won’t hurt the good gold.”
“You don’t think then, mother, there’s any fear of the dear lass going into a waste, like?” asked Farmer Lavender anxiously.
“No, Joe, I don’t; I’ll let you know when I do. At this present I think she’s only coming to her senses a bit.”
The old preacher appeared no more in the pulpit at Darlaston; but so far as Jenny Lavender was concerned, he had done the work for which he was sent there. Jenny had not a single Christian friend except old Persis Fenton; and she kept away from Tom’s aunt, just because she was his aunt. She was therefore shut up to her Bible, which she read diligently40; and perhaps she grew all the faster because she was watered direct from the Fountain-Head. Old Mrs Lavender was wise in a moral sense, but not in a spiritual one, beyond having a general respect for religion, and a dislike to any thing irreverent or profane41. Farmer Lavender shared this with her; but he looked on piety42 as a Sunday thing, too good to use every day. So Jenny stood alone in her own family.
While all this was passing at the farm, Colonel Lane and Mrs Jane were speeding, post-haste, to France. The Colonel explained to Featherstone, whom alone of his servants he took with him, that he and his sister having had the honour of performing an important service to the King, their lives were in danger from the resentment43 of the Parliamentary party.
The King himself was now safe at Paris, where they hoped to join him; and on arriving there, if Featherstone wished to return home, he thought there was no doubt that he could get a passage for him in the suite44 of some person journeying to England. If, on the contrary, he preferred to remain in France, the Colonel would willingly retain his services.
“I have entered into arrangements,” he concluded, “whereby my rents will be secure, and will be remitted46 to me from time to time while we remain in France. I trust it may not be long ere the King shall be restored, and we can go back with him.”
Featherstone requested a little time to think the matter over. He certainly had no desire to leave the Colonel before reaching Paris, a city which he wished to see beyond all others.
“Ay, take your time,” answered the Colonel. “My sister will provide herself with a woman when we arrive thither47. In truth, it was not for her own sake, but for Jenny’s, that she left her at home.”
This conversation confirmed Featherstone in two opinions which he already entertained. First, he was satisfied that an understanding had been arrived at between the Colonel and his friend Mr Chadderton, whereby the latter was to remit45 the Colonel’s rents under colour of keeping the estates for himself. Secondly48, he was more convinced than ever that Will Jackson had played the traitor49, and that it was through him the Parliament had been made aware of the Colonel’s service to the King’s cause, whatever it might be.
Dover was reached in safety, and the party embarked50 on board the Adventure for Calais. It took them twenty hours to cross; and before ten of them were over, Robin Featherstone would have been thankful to be set down on the most uninhabited island in the Pacific Ocean, with no prospect51 of ever seeing Paris or anything else, might he but have been safe upon dry land. It was in a very limp, unstarched condition of mind and body that he landed on the Calais quay52. Colonel Lane, an old traveller, and an excellent sailor, was rather disposed to make merry at poor Robin’s expense; for toothache and sea-sickness are maladies for which a man rarely meets with much sympathy.
They slept the last night at Saint Denis, where the Colonel encountered an old acquaintance, an English gentleman who was just starting for Paris, and who assured the Colonel that he should communicate the news of his approach to the King.
“Truly, I am weary of horse-riding as I may well be,” said Mrs Jane, as she mounted the next morning, to traverse the eight miles which lie between Saint Denis and Paris. “Poor little Jenny Lavender! ’tis well I brought her not withal; she would have been dog-weary ere we had won thus far.”
For this short distance Mrs Jane rode by herself, the Colonel mounting another horse beside her. Featherstone followed, and a French youth came last, conducting the baggage-horse. Rather more than half the distance to the capital had been traversed, when a large cavalcade53 was seen approaching. It consisted of a number of gentlemen on horseback, preceding one of the large cumbrous coaches then in common use, in which sat two ladies and a little girl. The coach was drawn54 by six heavy Flanders mares, which went at so leisurely55 a pace that they could easily be accompanied by a crowd of French sight-seers who ran before, behind, and all around them.
As soon as the two parties came within sight of each other, one of the gentlemen who preceded the coach rode forward and met the travellers, pulling off his hat as he came up to them. Featherstone perceived that he was Lord Wilmot.
“How do you, Colonel Lane?” he said. “Mrs Jane, your most obedient! I pray you be in readiness for the high honour which awaits you. His Majesty56 comes himself to meet you, with the Princes his brothers, and the Queen in her coach, desiring to do you as much honour, and give you as good a welcome as possible.”
“We are vastly beholden to their Majesties,” replied Colonel Lane, looking as pleased as he felt, which was very much: for the honour thus paid to him was most unusual, and showed that the young King and his mother considered his service an important one. “Featherstone!” he called, looking back, “keep you close behind, or we may lose you.”
Featherstone tried hard to obey, but found the order difficult of execution. The crowd was only bent on seeing the meeting, and cared not a straw whether Featherstone were lost or not. He knew not a word of French, and was aware that if he did lose his master, he would probably have no little trouble in finding him again. Moreover, he was very curious to see the King—partly on Kate Lavender’s principle, of afterwards having it to talk about. Just at that awkward moment his horse took to curvetting, and he had enough to do to manage him. He was vaguely57 conscious that one of the riders, who sat on a fine black horse, had come forward beyond the rest, and was cordially shaking hands with Mrs Jane and the Colonel. He heard this gentleman say, “Welcome, my life, my fair preserver!” and dimly fancied that the voice was familiar. Then, having reduced his horse to decent behaviour, he lifted up his eyes and saw—Will Jackson.
Will Jackson, and none other, though now clad in very different garb58! He it was who sat that black barb59 so royally; the King’s plumed60 hat was in his left hand, while the right held that of Mrs Jane. It was at Will Jackson’s words of thanks that she was smiling with such delight; it was he before whom Colonel Lane bent bare-headed to his saddlebow. The awkward lout61 who had never been in a gentleman’s service, the ignorant clown, fresh from the plough-tail, the Roundhead, the traitor, had all vanished as if they had never been, and in their stead was King Charles the Second, smilingly complimenting the friends to whose care and caution he owed his safety. If the earth would have opened and swallowed him up, Featherstone thought he would have been thankful. But a worse ordeal62 was before him. As he sat on his now quiet horse, gazing open-mouthed and open-eyed, the King saw him, and the old twinkle, which Featherstone knew, came into the dark eyes.
“Ha! I see an old friend yonder,” said he comically. “I pray you, fetch my fellow-servant up to speak with me.”
Poor Featherstone was laid hold of, pulled off his horse, and pushed forward close to that of the King.
“How do, Robin?” asked the merry monarch63, who heartily enjoyed a little affair of this sort. “Nay, look not so scared, man—I am not about to cut off thine head.”
“Forgive thee! what for?” said King Charles. “For that thou knewest me not, and tookest me for a Roundhead? Why, man, it was just then the finest service thou couldst have done me. I have nought to forgive thee for save a glass of the best ale ever I drank, that thou drewest for me at breakfast on the morrow of my departing. Here, some of you”—His Majesty plunged66 both hands in turn into his pockets, and, as usual, found them empty. “What a plague is this money! Can none of you lend me a few louis?”
The pockets of the suite proved to be almost as bare as those of the King. The Duke of Hamilton managed to find a half-louis (which he well knew he should never see again); Queen Henrietta was applied to in her coach, but in vain, as she either had no money, or did not choose to produce it, well knowing her son’s extravagance and thoughtlessness. Colonel Lane had a sovereign, which he furnished. The King held them out to Featherstone.
“There!” he said, “keep somewhat for thyself, and give somewhat to the little dairy-maid that took my part, and would have had me knock thee down. Tell her she’ll make a brave soldier for my Guards, when all the men are killed. Divide it as thou wilt67. Nay, but I must have a token for pretty Mrs Jenny.” His Majesty cast his eyes about, and they fell on his plumed hat. Without a minute’s consideration he loosened the diamond buckle68. “Give her that,” said he, “and tell her the King heartily agrees with her that Will Jackson’s an ill-looking fellow.”
It was just like King Charles to give away a diamond buckle, when neither he nor his suite had money to pay for necessaries. Robin Featherstone stepped back into the crowd, where he was pretty well hustled69 and pushed about before he regained70 his horse; but he managed to keep fast hold of the money and the diamond clasp. He was rather troubled what to do with them. The jewel had so pointedly71 been intended for Jenny, that he could scarcely help dealing72 rightly in that instance; but the division of the money was not so clear. A man who was just and generous would have given the sovereign to Fortune, and have kept the half-louis (worth about 8 shillings 6 pence) for himself; but Feathers tone was not generous, and not particularly anxious to be just. The portion to be appropriated to Fortune dwindled73 in his thoughts, until it reached half-a-crown, and there for very shame’s sake it stayed.
“And why not?” demanded Mr Featherstone of his conscience, when it made a feeble remonstrance74. “Did not His Majesty say, ‘Divide it as thou list’? Pray who am I, that I am not to obey His Majesty?”
Had His Majesty’s order been a little less in accordance with his own inclinations75, perhaps Mr Featherstone would not have found it so incumbent76 on him to obey it. It is astonishing how easy a virtue77 becomes when it runs alongside a man’s interest and choice. Featherstone had never learned self-denial; and that is a virtue nearly as hard to exercise without practice as it would be to play a tune1 on a musical instrument which the player had never handled before. In that wonderful allegory, the Holy War—which is less read than its companion, the Pilgrim’s Progress, but deserves it quite as much—Bunyan represents Self-Denial as a plain citizen of Mansoul, of whom Prince Immanuel made first a captain, and then a lord. But he would never have been selected for either honour, if he had not first done his unobtrusive duty as a quiet citizen. Self-denial and self-control are not commonly admired virtues78 just now. Yet he is a very poor man who has not these most valuable possessions.
Robin Featherstone stayed with the Colonel just as long as it suited himself, and until he had exhausted79 such pleasures as he could have in Paris without knowing a word of the French language, which he was too lazy to learn. What a vast amount of good, not to speak of pleasure, men lose by laziness! When this point was reached, Featherstone told the Colonel that he wished to return to England; and Colonel Lane, who, happily for himself, was not lazy, set things in train, and procured80 for Robert a passage to England in the service of a gentleman who was going home.
“I wonder how little Jenny’s going on,” said our idle friend to himself, as he drew near Bentley. “I might do worse than take little Jenny. I only hope she hasn’t taken up with that clod-hopper Fenton while I’ve been away, for want of a better. I almost think I’ll have her. Dolly Campion’s like to have more money, ’tis true; but it isn’t so much more, and she’s got an ugly temper with it. I shouldn’t like a wife with a temper—I’ve a bit too much myself; and two fires make it rather hot in a house. (Mr Featherstone did not trouble himself to wonder how far Jenny, or any other woman, might like a husband with a temper.) Ay, I think I’ll take Jenny—all things considered. I might look about me a bit first, though. There’s no hurry.”
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