Part 124 (1/2)
The young woman consented with a smile, and popped her child into the cradle and came into Margaret's house. She dropped a curtsy, and Catherine put the child into her hands. She examined, and pitied it, and purred over it, and proceeded to nurse it, just as if it had been her own.
Margaret, who had been paralyzed at her a.s.surance, cast a rueful look at Catherine, and burst out crying.
The visitor looked up. ”What is to do? Wife, ye told me not the mother was unwilling.”
”She is not: she is only a fool. Never heed her: and you, Margaret, I am ashamed of you.”
”You are a cruel, hard-hearted woman,” sobbed Margaret.
”Them as take in hand to guide the weak, need be hardish. And you will excuse me; but you are not my flesh and blood: and your boy is.”
After giving this blunt speech time to sink, she added, ”Come now, she is robbing her own to save yours, and you can think of nothing better than bursting out a-blubbering in the woman's face. Out fie, for shame?”
”Nay, wife,” said the nurse. ”Thank Heaven, I have enough for my own and for hers to boot. And prithee wyte not on her! Maybe the troubles o'
life ha' soured her own milk.”
”And her heart into the bargain,” said the remorseless Catherine.
Margaret looked her full in the face; and down went her eyes.
”I know I ought to be very grateful to you,” sobbed Margaret to the nurse: then turned her head and leaned away over the chair, not to witness the intolerable sight of another nursing her Gerard, and Gerard drawing no distinction between this new mother, and her the banished one.
The nurse replied, ”You are very welcome, my poor woman. And so are you, Mistress Catherine, which are my townswoman, and know it not.”
”What, are ye from Tergou? all the better. But I cannot call your face to mind.”
”Oh, you know not me: my husband and me, we are very humble folk by you.
But true Eli and his wife are known of all the town; and respected. So I am at your call, dame; and at yours, wife; and yours, my pretty poppet; night or day.”
”There's a woman of the right old sort,” said Catherine, as the door closed upon her.
”I HATE her. I HATE her. I HATE her,” said Margaret, with wonderful fervour.
Catherine only laughed at this outburst.
”That is right,” said she, ”better say it, as set sly and think it. It is very natural after all. Come, here is your bundle o' comfort. Take and hate that; if ye can:” and she put the child in her lap.
”No, no;” said Margaret, turning her head half away from him: she could not for her life turn the other half. ”He is not my child now; he is hers. I know not why she left him here, for my part. It was very good of her not to take him to her house, cradle and all; oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!
oh! oh! oh!”
”Ah! well, one comfort, _he_ is not dead. This gives me light; some other woman has got him away from me; like father, like son; oh! oh! oh!
oh! oh!”
Catherine was sorry for her, and let her cry in peace. And after that, when she wanted Joan's aid, she used to take Gerard out, to give him a little fresh air. Margaret never objected; nor expressed the least incredulity; but on their return was always in tears.
This connivance was short lived. She was now altogether as eager to wean little Gerard. It was done; and he recovered health and vigour: and another trouble fell upon him directly: teething. But here Catherine's experience was invaluable: and now, in the midst of her grief and anxiety about the father, Margaret had moments of bliss, watching the son's tiny teeth come through. ”Teeth, mother? I call them not teeth, but pearls of pearls.” And each pearl that peeped and sparkled on his red gums, was to her the greatest feat Nature had ever achieved.