Part 7 (2/2)

She was content that his creed should be hers in all things: had she wished to differ from him, it would have been beyond her power to do so.

Mr. Hastings appeared to wait for an answer.

”Janet G.o.dolphin does not intrude her superst.i.tious fancies upon the world, papa. Were she to seek to convert me to them, I should not listen to her.”

”Dismiss the subject altogether from your thoughts, Maria,” commanded the Rector. ”If men and women would perform efficiently their allotted part in life, there is enough of hard substance to occupy their minds and their hours, without losing either the one or the other in 'shadows.' Take you note of that.”

”Yes, papa,” she dutifully answered, scarcely knowing whether she had deserved the lecture or not, but glad that it was at an end. ”Mamma, where is Grace?”

”In the study. You can go to her. There's David!” exclaimed Mrs.

Hastings, as Maria left the room.

A short, thick-set man had appeared in the garden, giving rise to the concluding remark of Mrs. Hastings. If you have not forgotten the first chapter, you may remember that Bessy G.o.dolphin spoke of a man who had expressed his pleasure at seeing her father out again. She called him ”Old Jekyl.” Old Jekyl lived in a cottage on the outskirts of Prior's Ash. He had been in his days a working gardener, but rheumatism and age had put him beyond work now. There was a good bit of garden-ground to his cottage, and it was well cultivated. Vegetables and fruit grew in it; and a small board was fastened in front of the laburnum-tree at the gate, with the intimation ”Cut flowers sold here.” There were also bee-hives. Old Jekyl (Prior's Ash never dignified him by any other t.i.tle) had no wife: she was dead: but his two sons lived with him, and they followed the occupation that had been his. I could not tell you how many gardens in Prior's Ash and its environs those two men kept in order. Many a family, not going to the expense of keeping a regular gardener, some, perhaps, not able to go to it, entrusted the care of their garden to the Jekyls, paying them a stipulated sum yearly. The plan answered. The gardens were kept in order, and the Jekyls earned a good living; both masters and men were contented.

They had been named Jonathan and David: and were as opposite as men and brothers could well be, both in nature and appearance. Each was worthy in his way. Jonathan stood six feet three if he stood an inch, and was sufficiently slender for a lamp-post: rumour went that he had occasionally been taken for one. An easy-going, obliging, talkative, mild-tempered man, was Jonathan, his opinion agreeing with every one's.

Mrs. Hastings was wont to declare that if she were to say to him, ”You know, Jonathan, the sun never shone,” his answer would be, ”Well, ma'am, I don't know as ever it did, over bright like.” David had the build of a Dutchman, and was taciturn upon most subjects. In manner he was somewhat surly, and would hold his own opinion, especially if it touched upon his occupation, against the world.

Amongst others who employed them in this way, was the Rector of All Souls'. They were in the habit of coming and going to that or any other garden, as they pleased, at whatever day or time suited their convenience; sometimes one brother, sometimes the other, sometimes one of the two boys they employed, as they might arrange between themselves.

Any garden entrusted to their care they were sure to keep in order; therefore their time and manner of doing it was not interfered with.

Mrs. Hastings suddenly saw David in the garden. ”I will get him to sweep those ugly dead leaves from the paths,” she exclaimed, throwing up the window. ”David!”

David heard the call, turned and looked. Finding he was wanted, he advanced in a leisurely, independent sort of manner, giving his attention to the beds as he pa.s.sed them, and stopping to pluck off any dead flower that offended his eye. He gave a nod as he reached Mrs.

Hastings, his features not relaxing in the least. The nod was a mark of respect, and _meant_ as such; the only demonstration of respect commonly shown by David. His face was not ugly, though too flat and broad; his complexion was fair, and his eyes were blue.

”David, see how the leaves have fallen; how they lie upon the ground!”

David gave a half-glance round, by way of answer, but he did not speak.

He knew the leaves were there without looking.

”You must clear them away,” continued Mrs. Hastings.

”No,” responded David to this. ”'Twon't be of no use.”

”But, David, you know how very much I dislike to see these withered leaves,” rejoined Mrs. Hastings in a voice more of pleading than of command. Command answered little with David.

”Can't help seeing 'em,” persisted David. ”Leaves will wither; and will fall: it's their natur' to do it. If every one of them lying there now was raked up and swept away, there'd be as many down again to-morrow morning. I can't neglect my beds to fad with the leaves--and bring no good to pa.s.s, after all.”

”David, I do not think any one ever was so self-willed as you!” said Mrs. Hastings, laughing in spite of her vexation.

”I know my business,” was David's answer. ”If I gave in at my different places to all the missises' whims, how should I get my work done? The masters would be blowing me up, thinking it was idleness. Look at Jonathan! he lets himself be swayed any way; and a nice time he gets of it, among 'em. His day's work's never done.”

”You would not suffer the leaves to lie there until the end of the season!” exclaimed Mrs. Hastings. ”They would be up to our ankles as we walked.”

”May be they would,” composedly returned David. ”I have cleared 'em off about six times this fall, and I shall clear 'em again, but not as long as this wind lasts.”

”Is it going to last, David?” inquired the Rector, appearing at his wife's side, and laughing inwardly at her diplomatic failure.

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