Part 65 (1/2)
Book 6 Chapter 8
”Life's a tumbleabout thing of ups and downs,” said Widow Carey stirring her tea, ”but I have been down this time longer than I can ever remember.”
”Nor ever will get up, Widow,” said Julia at whose lodgings herself and several of Julia's friends had met, ”unless we have the Five Points.”
”I will never marry any man who is not for the Five Points,” said Caroline.
”I should be ashamed to marry any one who had not the suffrage,” said Harriet.
”He is no better than a slave,” said Julia.
The widow shook her head. ”I don't like these politics,” said the good woman, ”they bayn't in a manner business for our s.e.x.”
”And I should like to know why?” said Julia. ”Ayn't we as much concerned in the cause of good government as the men? And don't we understand as much about it? I am sure the Dandy never does anything without consulting me.”
”It's fine news for a summer day,” said Caroline, ”to say we can't understand politics with a Queen on the throne.”
”She has got her ministers to tell her what to do,” said Mrs Carey, taking a pinch of snuff. ”Poor innocent young creature, it often makes my heart ache to think how she is beset.”
”Over the left,” said Julia. ”If the ministers try to come into her bed-chamber, she knows how to turn them to the right about.”
”And as for that,” said Harriet, ”why are we not to interfere with politics as much as the swell ladies in London?”
”Don't you remember, too, at the last election here,” said Caroline, ”how the fine ladies from the Castle came and canva.s.sed for Colonel Rosemary?”
”Ah!” said Julia, ”I must say I wish the Colonel had beat that horrid Muddlefist. If we can't have our own man, I am all for the n.o.bs against the Middle Cla.s.s.”
”We'll have our own man soon, I expect,” said Harriet. ”If the people don't work, how are the aristocracy to pay the police?”
”Only think!” said Widow Carey shaking her head. ”Why, at your time of life, my dears, we never even heard of these things, much less talked of them.”
”I should think you didn't, widow, and because why?” said Julia; ”because there was no march of mind then. But we know the time of day now as well as any of them.”
”Lord, my dear,” said Mrs Carey; ”what's the use of all that? What we want is, good wages and plenty to do; and as for the rest, I don't grudge the Queen her throne, nor the n.o.blemen and gentlemen their good things. Live and let live say I.”
”Why, you are a regular oligarch, widow,” said Harriet.
”Well, Miss Harriet,” replied Mrs Carey, a little nettled; ”'tisn't calling your neighbours names that settles any question. I'm quite sure that Julia will agree to that, and Caroline too. And perhaps I might call you something if I chose, Miss Harriet; I've heard things said before this, that I should blush to say, and blush to hear too. But I won't demean myself, no I won't. Holly-hock, indeed! Why holly-hock?”
At this moment entered the Dandy and Devilsdust.
”Well young ladies,” said the Dandy. ”A-swelling the receipt of customs by the consumption of Congo! That won't do, Julia; it won't, indeed. Ask Dusty. If you want to beat the enemy, you must knock up the revenue. How d'ye do, widow?”
”The same to you, Dandy Mick. We is deploring the evils of the times here in a neighbourly way.”
”Oh, the times will soon mend,” said the Dandy gaily. ”Well, so I think,” said the widow; ”for when things are at the worst, they always say--”
”But you always say they cannot mend, Mick,” said Julia interrupting her.