Part 45 (1/2)
”His rheumatism's well, isn't it?” returned Rodolf Pain.
”That is well; but _he's_ not. He is weak as water, needing care still.
Prudent Janet does well to send Margery. What should Maria Hastings know about taking care of the sick? I think they have shown excessively bad manners not to invite me to the breakfast,” continued Mrs. Verrall, in a tone of acidity.
”Some one said it was to be quite a private breakfast: confined to relatives.”
”I don't care,” said Mrs. Verrall; ”they might have made an exception in my favour. They know I like such things: and we lived in their house, Ashlydyat, and are now living at Lady G.o.dolphin's Folly.”
”That's where Charlotte's gone, I'll lay,” cried Mr. Rodolf Pain.
Mrs. Verrall turned her eyes upon him with a slight accession of wonder in them. ”Gone _there_! To the Rectory? Nonsense, Rodolf!”
”I didn't say to the Rectory, Mrs. Verrall. She wouldn't be so stupid as to go there without an invitation. She's gone about the town, to stare at the carriages, and look out for what she can see.”
”Very possibly,” returned Mrs. Verrall, throwing herself into her chair in weariness. ”What has become of all the people to-day, that no one comes to call upon me? I should think they are stopping to look at the wedding.”
Rodolf, in weariness as great, slowly lifted his body out of the chair, gave himself another stretch, and left the room. The curse of work!
Never did work bring a curse half as great as that brought by idleness.
Better break stones on the road, better work in galley-chains, than sit through the livelong day, day after day as the year goes round, and be eaten up by la.s.situde. Rodolf Pain's compulsory idleness was only temporary; he was away from his occupation only for a time: but Mrs.
Verrall possessed no occupation from year's end to year's end. Her hands had no duties to perform, no labour to transact: she never touched anything in the shape of ornamental work; she rarely, if ever, opened a book. She was one of those who possess no resources within themselves: and, may Heaven have mercy upon all such!
By-and-by, after Rodolf had smoked two cigars outside, and had lounged in again, pretty nearly done to death with the effort to kill time, Charlotte returned. She came in at the open window, apparently in the highest spirits, her face sparkling.
”Did you hear the bells?” asked she.
”I did,” answered Rodolf. ”I heard them when I was out just now.”
”The town's quite in a commotion,” Charlotte resumed. ”Half the ragam.u.f.fins in the place are collected round the Rectory gates: they had better let the beadle get amongst them!”
”Commotion or no commotion, I know I have not had a soul to call here!”
grumbled Mrs. Verrall. ”Where have you been, Charlotte?”
”At Lady Sarah's. And I have had the great honour of seeing the bride and bridegroom!” went on Charlotte, in a tone of complaisance so intense as to savour of mockery. ”They came driving by in their carriage, and we had full view of them.”
This somewhat aroused Mrs. Verrall from her listlessness. ”They have started, then! How did she look, Charlotte?”
”Look!” cried Charlotte. ”She looked as she usually looks, for all I saw. His cheeks were hectic; I could see that. Mr. George must take care of himself yet, I fancy.”
”How was she dressed?” questioned Mrs. Verrall again.
”Could I see?--seated low in the carriage, as she was, and leaning back in it!” retorted Charlotte. ”She wore a white bonnet and veil, and that's all I can tell you. Margery and Pearce were with them. Kate, don't you think Lady Sarah must _feel_ this day? A few months ago, and it was her daughter who was on the point of marriage with a G.o.dolphin.
But she did not seem to think of it. She'd give her head for a daughter of hers to wed a G.o.dolphin still.”
Mrs. Verrall raised her eyes to Charlotte's with an expression of simple astonishment. The remark mystified her. Mrs. Verrall could boast little depth of any sort, and never saw half as far as Charlotte did. Charlotte resumed:
”_I_ saw; _I_ know: I have seen and known ever since Ethel died. My lady would like Sarah Anne to take Ethel's place with Thomas G.o.dolphin.”
”I can hardly believe that, Charlotte.”