Part 64 (1/2)
Did he hate me so very much that he would not even take his due from my hand? 'No,' he said, 'n.o.body in our house is so unjust to you as to hate you; my sister honours you, and is very sorry you think ill of her: and, as for me, I love you; you know how I love you.' I hid my face in my hands; and sobbed out, 'Oh, you must not; you must not; my poor father has one disobedient child already.' He said softly, 'Don't cry, dear one; have a little patience; perhaps the clouds will clear: and, meantime, why think so ill of us? Consider, we are four in number, of different dispositious, yet all of one mind about Julia marrying Alfred.
May we not be right; may we not know something we love you too well to tell you?' His words and his rich manly voice were so soothing; I gave him just one hand while I still hid my burning face with the other; he kissed the hand I yielded him, and left me abruptly.
”If Alfred should be right! I am staggered now; he puts it so much more convincingly.”
_”April 5th._ A letter from Alfred, announcing his wedding by special license for the 11th.
”Made no reply. What _could_ I say?
”Papa, on my reading it out left his very breakfast half finished, and packed up his bag and rushed up to London. I caught a side view of his face; and I am miserable. Such a new, such a terrible expression! a vile expression! Heaven forgive me, it seemed the look of one who meditated a _crime._”
CHAPTER XXIX
THE spirit of dissension in Musgrove Cottage penetrated to the very kitchen. Old Betty sided with Alfred, and combated in her place the creed of the parlour: ”Why, according to Miss, the young sparrows are bound never to fly out of the nest; or else have the Bible flung at 'em. She do go on about G.o.d's will: seems to me 'tis His will the world should be peopled by body and beast--which they are both His creatures--and, by the same toaken, if they don't marry they does wus. Certainly whilst a young man bides at home, it behoves him to be dutiful; but that ain't to say he _is_ to bide at home for ever. Master Alfred's time is come to leave we, and be master in a house of his own, as his father done before him, which he forgets that now; he is grown to man's estate, and got his mother's money, and no more bound to our master than I be.” She said, too, that ”parting blights more quarrels than it breeds:” and she constantly invited Peggy to speak up, and gainsay her. But Peggy was a young woman with white eyelashes, and given to looking down, and not to speaking up: she was always watching Mr.
Hardie in company, like a cat cream; and hovering about him when alone.
Betty went so far as to accuse her of colloguing with him against Alfred, and of ”setting her cap at master,” which accusation elicited no direct reply, but stinging innuendoes hours after.
Now, if one looks into the thing, the elements of discord had attacked Albion Villa quite as powerfully as Musgrove Cottage; but had hitherto failed signally: the mutual affection of the Dodds was so complete, and no unprincipled person among them to split the good.
And, now that the wedding drew near, there was but one joyful heart within the walls, though the others were too kind and unselfish to throw cold water. Mrs. Dodd's own wedding had ended in a piteous separation, and now to part with her darling child and launch her on the uncertain waves of matrimony! She heaved many a sigh when alone: but as there were no bounds to her maternal love, so there were no exceptions to her politeness: over her aching heart she forced on a wedding face, subdued, but hopeful, for her daughter, as she would for any other young lady about to be married beneath her roof.
It wanted but six days, when one morning after breakfast the bereaved wife, and mother about to be deserted, addressed her son and Viceroy thus: ”Edward, we _must_ borrow fifty pounds.”
”Fifty pounds! what for? who wants that?”
”Why, _I_ want it,” said Mrs. Dodd stoutly.
”Oh, if _you_ want it--what to do, please?”
”Why, to buy her wedding clothes, dear.”
”I thought what her 'I' would come to,” said Julia reproachfully.
Edward shook his head, and said, ”He who goes a borrowing goes a sorrowing.'
”But she is not a he,” objected Mrs. Dodd with the subtlety of a schoolman: ”and who ever heard of a young lady being married without some things to be married _in?_”
”Well, I've heard Nudity is not the cheese on public occasions: but why not go dressed like a lady as she always does, only with white gloves; and be married without any bother and nonsense.”
”You talk like a boy,” said Mrs. Dodd. ”I could not bear it. My poor child!” and she cast a look of tenderest pity on the proposed victim.
”Well, suppose we make the poor child the judge,” suggested Edward. He then put it to Julia whether, under the circ.u.mstances, she would wish them to run in debt, buying her finery to wear for a day. ”It was not fair to ask _her,_” said Mrs. Dodd with a sigh.
Julia blushed and hesitated, and said she would be candid; and then stopped.
”Ugh!” e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Edward. ”This is a bad beginning. Girl's candour! Now for a masterpiece of duplicity.”
Julia inquired how he dared; and Mrs. Dodd said warmly that Julia was not like other people, she could be candid; had actually done it, more than once, within her recollection. The young lady justified the exception as follows: ”If I was going to be married to myself, or to some gentleman I did not care for, I would not spend a s.h.i.+lling. But I am going to marry _him;_ and so--oh, Edward, think of them saying, 'What has he married? a dowdy: why she hadn't new things on to go to church with him: no bonnet, no wreath, no new white dress!' To mortify him the very first day of our----” The sentence remained unfinished, but two lovely eyes filled to the very brim without running over, and completed the sense, and did the Viceroy's business, though a brother. ”Why you dear little goose,” said he: ”of course, I don't mean that. I have as good as got the things we must buy; and those are a new bonnet----”
”Ah!”