Part 53 (1/2)

Yet when her husband had said to her: ”It is a very disagreeable business indeed this. I think I'll get you to go. You'll manage it with so much more tact than a man,” the poor lady, unaccustomed to compliments, was gratified. Now, however, thanks to Beth, she had been nearer to making an acute observation than she had ever been in her life before; she all but perceived that the woman's sphere is never home exclusively when man can make use of her for his own purposes elsewhere. The sphere is the stable he ties her up in when he does not want her, and takes her from again to drag him out of a difficulty, or up to some distinction, just as it suits himself.

Mrs. Caldwell and Beth waited for Mrs. Richardson to commit herself, but gave her no further help.

”The truth is,” she recommenced desperately, ”we have lost an excellent pupil. His people have been informed that he was carrying on an intrigue with a girl in this place, and have taken him away at a moment's notice.”

”And what has that to do with us?” Mrs. Caldwell asked politely.

”The girl is said to be your daughter.”

”This is my eldest daughter at home,” Mrs. Caldwell answered. ”She is not yet fourteen.”

”But she's a very big girl,” Mrs. Richardson faltered.

”Who is this person, this pupil you allude to?” Mrs. Caldwell asked superciliously.

”He is the son of wealthy Nottingham people.”

”Ah! lace manufacturers, I suppose,” Mrs. Caldwell rejoined.

”Yes--s,” Mrs. Richardson acknowledged with reluctance. She a.s.sociated, as she was expected to do, with gentlemen who debauched themselves freely, but would have scorned the acquaintance of a shopman of saintly life.

”Then certainly not a proper acquaintance for my daughter,” Mrs.

Caldwell decided, with the manner of a county lady speaking to a person whom she knows to be n.o.body by birth. ”Beth, will you be good enough to tell us what you know of this youth?”

”I was caught by the tide on the sands one day, and he was there, and helped me; and I always spoke to him afterwards. I thought I ought, for politeness' sake,” Beth answered easily.

”May I ask how that strikes you?” Mrs. Caldwell, turning to Mrs.

Richardson, requested to know, but did not wait for a reply. ”It strikes me,” she proceeded, ”that your husband's parish must be in an appalling state of neglect and disorder when slander is so rife that he loses a good pupil because an act of common politeness, a service rendered by a youth on the one hand, and acknowledged by a young lady on the other, is described as an intrigue. But I still fail to see,”

she pursued haughtily, ”why you should have come to spread this scandal here in my house.”

”Oh,” the little woman faltered, ”I was to ask if there had been any--any presents. But,” she added hastily, to save herself from the wrath which she saw gathering on Mrs. Caldwell's face, ”I am sure there were not. I'm sure you would never bring a breach of promise case--I'm sure it has all been a dreadful mistake. If Mr. Richardson wants anything of this kind done in future, he must do it himself. I apologise.”

She uttered the last word with a gasp.

”Let me show you out,” said Beth, and the discomforted lady found herself ushered into the street without further ceremony.

When Beth returned she found her mother smiling blandly at the result of her diplomacy. It was probably the first effort of the kind the poor lady had ever made, and she was so elated by her success that she took Beth into her confidence, and forgave her outright in order to hob-n.o.b with her on the subject.

”I think I fenced with her pretty well,” she said several times. ”A woman of her cla.s.s, a country attorney's daughter or something of that kind, is no match for a woman of mine. I hope, Beth, this will be a lesson to you, and will teach you to appreciate the superior tact and discretion of the upper cla.s.ses.”

Beth could not find it in her heart to say a word to check her mother's jubilation; besides, she had played up to her, answering to expectation, as she was apt to do, with fatal versatility. But she did not feel that they had come out of the business well. It was as if their honesty had been bedraggled somehow, and she could not respect her mother for her triumph; on the contrary, she pitied her. That kind of diplomacy or tact, the means by which people who have had every advantage impose upon those who have had no advantages to speak of, did not appeal to Beth as pleasant, even at fourteen.

Mrs. Caldwell put her work away at once, and hurried off to describe the encounter to Lady Benyon.

”They had not heard of the menagerie affair, I suppose,” the old lady observed, twinkling. ”Thanks to yourself, I think you may consider Miss Beth is well out of _that_ sc.r.a.pe. But take my advice. Get that girl married the first chance you have. _I_ know girls, and she's one of the marrying kind. Once she's married, let her mutiny or do anything she likes. _You'll_ be shut of the responsibility.”

CHAPTER XXVIII

From that time forward it was as if Alfred had vanished into s.p.a.ce.