Part 35 (1/2)

Tom said nothing; he was still struggling against his inclination to rush away. His father remained quiet a minute or two, but his mind did not seem to be wandering again.

”Have they sold me up, then?” he said more clamly, as if he were possessed simply by the desire to know what had happened.

”Everything is sold, father; but we don't know all about the mill and the land yet,” said Tom, anxious to ward off any question leading to the fact that Wakem was the purchaser.

”You must not be surprised to see the room look very bare downstairs, father,” said Maggie; ”but there's your chair and the bureau; _they're_ not gone.”

”Let us go; help me down, Luke,--I'll go and see everything,” said Mr.

Tulliver, leaning on his stick, and stretching out his other hand toward Luke.

”Ay, sir,” said Luke, as he gave his arm to his master, ”you'll make up your mind to't a bit better when you've seen iverything; you'll get used to't. That's what my mother says about her shortness o'

breath,--she says she's made friends wi't now, though she fought again' it sore when it just come on.”

Maggie ran on before to see that all was right in the dreary parlor, where the fire, dulled by the frosty suns.h.i.+ne, seemed part of the general shabbiness. She turned her father's chair, and pushed aside the table to make an easy way for him, and then stood with a beating heart to see him enter and look round for the first time. Tom advanced before him, carrying the leg-rest, and stood beside Maggie on the hearth. Of those two young hearts Tom's suffered the most unmixed pain, for Maggie, with all her keen susceptibility, yet felt as if the sorrow made larger room for her love to flow in, and gave breathing-s.p.a.ce to her pa.s.sionate nature. No true boy feels that; he would rather go and slay the Nemean lion, or perform any round of heroic labors, than endure perpetual appeals to his pity, for evils over which he can make no conquest.

Mr. Tulliver paused just inside the door, resting on Luke, and looking round him at all the bare places, which for him were filled with the shadows of departed objects,--the daily companions of his life. His faculties seemed to be renewing their strength from getting a footing on this demonstration of the senses.

”Ah!” he said slowly, moving toward his chair, ”they've sold me up--they've sold me up.”

Then seating himself, and laying down his stick, while Luke left the room, he looked round again.

”They've left the big Bible,” he said. ”It's got everything in,--when I was born and married; bring it me, Tom.”

The quarto Bible was laid open before him at the fly-leaf, and while he was reading with slowly travelling eyes Mrs. Tulliver entered the room, but stood in mute surprise to find her husband down already, and with the great Bible before him.

”Ah,” he said, looking at a spot where his finger rested, ”my mother was Margaret Beaton; she died when she was forty-seven,--hers wasn't a long-lived family; we're our mother's children, Gritty and me are,--we shall go to our last bed before long.”

He seemed to be pausing over the record of his sister's birth and marriage, as if it were suggesting new thoughts to him; then he suddenly looked up at Tom, and said, in a sharp tone of alarm:

”They haven't come upo' Moss for the money as I lent him, have they?”

”No, father,” said Tom; ”the note was burnt.”

Mr. Tulliver turned his eyes on the page again, and presently said:

”Ah--Elizabeth Dodson--it's eighteen year since I married her----”

”Come next Ladyday,” said Mrs. Tulliver, going up to his side and looking at the page.

Her husband fixed his eyes earnestly on her face.

”Poor Bessy,” he said, ”you was a pretty la.s.s then,--everybody said so,--and I used to think you kept your good looks rarely. But you're sorely aged; don't you bear me ill-will--I meant to do well by you--we promised one another for better or for worse----”

”But I never thought it 'ud be so for worse as this,” said poor Mrs.

Tulliver, with the strange, scared look that had come over her of late; ”and my poor father gave me away--and to come on so all at once----”

”Oh, mother!” said Maggie, ”don't talk in that way.”

”No, I know you won't let your poor mother speak--that's been the way all my life--your father never minded what I said--it 'ud have been o'