Part 38 (1/2)
”But s'posing as it don't suit me to have you?”
”Then I must go somewhere else. I think Hannah would be glad if I was with you.”
”Aye, but you've been away from her goodness knows how long. What have you been a-doin' of all that while?”
”Play-acting. I had a part last week in a play at the Lincoln's Inn Theatre and Mr. Rich has promised me an engagement when the theatre opens for the winter season.”
”Oh,” said Mrs. Higgins with a sniff which might have signified pity or contempt, or both. ”I dunno as I hold with play-actin'. Brazen painted women some o' them actresses is and the words as is put in their mouths to say--well--there----”
”I know--I know,” returned Lavinia hurriedly and with heightened colour.
”But that isn't their fault, and after all, it's not so bad as what one hears in front--in the gallery----”
”What, the trulls and the trapes and the saucy footmen! It made my ears tingle when Hannah took me to Drury Lane. I longed to take a stick in my hand an' lay it about 'em. So you're a play-actin' miss are ye? I'm sorry for it.”
”I can't help that, Mrs. Higgins. One must do something--besides there's good and bad folk wherever you go.”
”Aye, an' ye haven't got to go from here neither. A pack o' bad 'uns, men and women, come to Hampstead. They swarm like rats at Mother Ruff's, dancin' an' dicin, an' drinkin', an' wuss. I won't say as you don't see the quality at the concerts in the Great Room, but the low rabble--well, thank the Lord they don't come _my_ way.”
Then Betty Higgins, who all this time had been eyeing the girl and apparently taking stock of her, suddenly harked back to the all important business which had brought Lavinia to her cottage.
”If I let ye a lodging what are ye a-goin' to do till October?”
”You spoke about the concerts at the Great Room just now,” said Lavinia meditatively. ”Do they have singing?”
”Singin'? Ah, an' such singin' as I never heard afore. I've never been inside, it's far too fine fur the likes o' me, but the windows are sometimes open an' I've listened an' paid nothin' fur it neither.”
”I want to sing in that room, Mrs. Higgins. If I had a chance I believe I could please the fine gentlemen and their ladies and earn some money.”
Betty Higgins stared aghast.
”What are ye a-talkin' about, child? _You_ sing? Where's your silk gown, your lace, your furbelows to come from?”
”I don't know, but I think something might be contrived.”
Lavinia had Mrs. Houghton, who had been the leading lady in ”The Orphan”
and in ”The Wits,” in her mind. Mrs. Houghton was very friendly towards her and had no end of fine dresses.
”Oh, but singin'. Goodness me, child, you haven't heard 'em in the Great Room, all tralalas and twists and turns up and down, sometimes soft as a mouse and sometimes so loud as 'ud a'most wake the dead. I'd like to hear ye do all that, not mind ye, as I understand what it means, but its pure grand.”
”I'll sing something to you Betty that you _can_ understand. What of 'My lodging, it is on the Cold Ground.' Would you like to hear that?”
”Wouldn't I! My mother was maid to Mistress Moll Davies, as King Charles was mad over, though for the matter o' that he was always a runnin'
after the women. Anyway, it was that song and the way Moll sung it as won his heart. Ah, them days is past an' I'm afeared as I mustn't speak well of 'em or I'd be called a 'Jack,' clapped into Newgate or sent to Bridewell and lashed. But give me 'Lodging on the Cold Ground' an' I'll tell ye what I think. But I warn ye, mother copied Mrs. Davies an' 'll know how it ought to be sung.”
Lavinia laughed to herself. She was quite sure if she could satisfy Mr.
Gay and Dr. Pepusch she could please Betty Higgins.
”Them old songs,” went on Betty, warming to her subject, ”touches the 'eart and makes the tears come. But you don't hear 'em at the fine concerts. I'll go bail as there beant a woman now-a-days as can make a man fall in love with her 'cause of her singin'.”