The maiden1 said, I wis the londe
Is very fair to see,
But my true-love that is in bonde
Is fairer still to me.
ONE April day, when the sun shone on the lingering raindrops, Lyddy was gone out, and Esther chose to sit in the kitchen, in the wicker chair against the white table, between the fire and the window. The kettle was singing, and the clock was ticking steadily2 towards four o’clock.
She was not reading, but stitching; and as her fingers moved nimbly, something played about her parted lips like a ray. Suddenly she laid down her work, pressed her hands together on her knees, and bent3 forward a little. The next moment there came a loud rap at the door. She started up and opened it, but kept herself hidden behind it.
‘Mr Lyon at home?’ said Felix, in his firm tones.
‘No, sir,’ said Esther from behind her screen; ‘but Miss Lyon is, if you’ll please to walk in.’
‘Esther!’ exclaimed Felix, amazed.
They held each other by both hands, and looked into each other’s faces with delight.
‘You are out of prison?’
‘Yes, till I do something bad again. But you? — how is it all?’
‘Oh, it is,’ said Esther, smiling brightly as she moved towards the wicker chair, and seated herself again, ‘that everything is as usual: my father is gone to see the sick; Lyddy is gone in deep despondency to buy the groccry; and I am sitting here, with some vanity in me, needing to be scolded.’
Felix had seated himself on a chair that happened to be near her, at the corner of the table. He looked at her still with questioning eyes — he grave, she mischievously4 smiling. ‘Are you come back to live here then?’ ‘Yes.’
‘You are not going to be married to Harold Transome, or to be rich?’
‘No.’ Something made Esther take up her work again, and begin to stitch. The smiles were dying into a tremor5.
‘Why?’ said Felix, in rather a low tone, leaning his elbow on the table, and resting his head on his hand while he looked at her.
‘I did not wish to marry him, or to be rich.’
‘You have given it all up?’ said Felix, leaning forward a little, and speaking in a still lower tone.
Esther did not speak. They heard the kettle singing and the clock loudly ticking. There was no knowing how it was: Esther’s work fell, their eyes met; and the next instant their arms were round each other’s necks, and once more they kissed each other.
When their hands fell again, their eyes were bright with tears. Felix laid his hand on her shoulder.
‘Could you share the life of a poor man, then, Esther?’
‘If I thought well enough of him,’ she said, the smile coming again, with the pretty saucy6 movement of her head.
‘Have you considered well what it would be? — that it will be a very bare and simple life?’
‘Yes — without atta of roses.’
Felix suddenly removed his hand from her shoulder, rose from his chair, and walked a step or two; then he turned round and said, with deep gravity —
‘And the people I shall live among, Esther? They have not just the same follies7 and vices9 as the rich, but they have their own forms of folly10 and vice8; and they have not what are called the refinements11 of the rich to make their faults more bearable. I don’t say more bearable to me — I’m not fond of those refinements; but you are.’
Felix paused an instant, and then added —
‘It is very serious, Esther.’
‘I know it is serious,’ said Esther, looking up at him. ‘Since I have been at Transome Court I have seen many things very seriously. If I had not, I should not have left what I did leave. I made a deliberate choice.’
Felix stood a moment or two, dwelling12 on her with a face where the gravity gathered tenderness.
‘And these curls?’ he said, with a sort of relenting, seating himself again, and putting his hand on them.
‘They cost nothing — they are natural.’
‘You are such a delicate creature.’
‘I am very healthy. Poor women, I think, are healthier than the rich. Besides,’ Esther went on, with a michievous meaning, ‘I think of having some wealth.’
‘How?’ said Felix, with an anxious start. ‘What do you mean?’
‘I think even of two pounds a-week: one needn’t live up to the splendour of all that, you know; we must live as simply as you liked: there would be money to spare, and you could do wonders, and be obliged to work too, only not if sickness came. And then I think of a little income for your mother, enough for her to live as she has been used to live; and a little income for my father, to save him from being dependent when he is no longer able to preach.’
Esther said all this in a playful tone, but she ended, with a grave look of appealing submission13 —
‘I mean — if you approve. I wish to do what you think it will be right to do.’
Felix put his hand on her shoulder again and reflected a little while, looking on the hearth14: then he said, lifting up his eyes, with a smile at her —
‘Why, I shall be able to set up a great library, and lend the books to be dog’s-eared and marked with breadcrumbs.’
Esther said, laughing, ‘You think you are to do everything. You don’t know how clever I am. I mean to go on teaching a great many things.’
‘Teaching me?’
‘Oh yes,’ she said, with a little toss; ‘I shall improve your French accent.’
‘You won’t want me to wear a stock?’ said Felix, with a defiant15 shake of the head.
‘No; and you will not attribute stupid thoughts to me before I’ve uttered them.’
They laughed merrily, each holding the other’s arms, like girl and boy. There was the ineffable16 sense of youth in common.
Then Felix leaned forward, that their lips might meet again, and after that his eyes roved tenderly over her face and curls.
‘I’m a rough, severe fellow, Esther. Shall you never repent17? — never be inwardly reproaching me that I was not a man who could have shared your wealth? Are you quite sure?’
‘Quite sure!’ said Esther, shaking her head; ‘for then I should have honoured you less. I am weak — my husband must be greater and nobler than I am.’
‘O, I tell you what, though!’ said Felix, starting up, thrusting his hands into his pockets, and creasing18 his brow playfully, ‘if you take me in that way I shall be forced to be a much better fellow than I ever thought of being.’
‘I call that retribution,’ said Esther, with a laugh as sweet as the morning thrush.
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dwelling
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ineffable
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