the hand of ethelberta-第24章
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lady chapel; and backed up by unkempt major prophets; as represented
by the forms of their big brothers。
Christopher sat down to tea as invited; squeezing himself in between
two children whose names were almost as long as their persons; and
whose tin cups discoursed primitive music by means of spoons rattled
inside them until they were filled。 The tea proceeded pleasantly;
notwithstanding that the cake; being a little burnt; tasted on the
outside like the latter plums in snapdragon。 Christopher never
could meet the eye of Picotee; who continued in a wild state of
flushing all the time; fixing her looks upon the sugar…basin; except
when she glanced out of the window to see how the evening was going
on; and speaking no word at all unless it was to correct a small
sister of somewhat crude manners as regards filling the mouth; which
Picotee did in a whisper; and a gentle inclination of her mouth to
the little one's ear; and a still deeper blush than before。
Their visitor next noticed that an additional cup…and…saucer and
plate made their appearance occasionally at the table; were silently
replenished; and then carried off by one of the children to an inner
apartment。
'Our mother is bedridden;' said Ethelberta; noticing Christopher's
look at the proceeding。 'Emmeline attends to the household; except
when Picotee is at home; and Joey attends to the gate; but our
mother's affliction is a very unfortunate thing for the poor
children。 We are thinking of a plan of living which will; I hope;
be more convenient than this is; but we have not yet decided what to
do。' At this minute a carriage and pair of horses became visible
through one of the angular windows of the apse; in the act of
turning in from the highway towards the park gate。 The boy who
answered to the name of Joey sprang up from the table with the
promptness of a Jack…in…the…box; and ran out at the door。 Everybody
turned as the carriage passed through the gate; which Joey held
open; putting his other hand where the brim of his hat would have
been if he had worn one; and lapsing into a careless boy again the
instant that the vehicle had gone by。
'There's a tremendous large dinner…party at the House to…night;'
said Emmeline methodically; looking at the equipage over the edge of
her teacup; without leaving off sipping。 'That was Lord Mountclere。
He's a wicked old man; they say。'
'Lord Mountclere?' said Ethelberta musingly。 'I used to know some
friends of his。 In what way is he wicked?'
'I don't know;' said Emmeline; with simplicity。 'I suppose it is
because he breaks the commandments。 But I wonder how a big rich
lord can want to steal anything。' Emmeline's thoughts of breaking
commandments instinctively fell upon the eighth; as being in her
ideas the only case wherein the gain could be considered as at all
worth the hazard。
Ethelberta said nothing; but Christopher thought that a shade of
depression passed over her。
'Hook back the gate; Joey;' shouted Emmeline; when the carriage had
proceeded up the drive。 'There's more to come。'
Joey did as ordered; and by the time he got indoors another carriage
turned in from the public roada one…horse brougham this time。
'I know who that is: that's Mr。 Ladywell;' said Emmeline; in the
same matter…of…fact tone。 'He's been here afore: he's a distant
relation of the squire's; and he once gave me sixpence for picking
up his gloves。'
'What shall I live to see?' murmured the poetess; under her breath;
nearly dropping her teacup in an involuntary trepidation; from which
she made it a point of dignity to recover in a moment。
Christopher's eyes; at that exhibition from Ethelberta; entered her
own like a pair of lances。 Picotee; seeing Christopher's quick look
of jealousy; became involved in her turn; and grew pale as a lily in
her endeavours to conceal the complications to which it gave birth
in her poor little breast likewise。
'You judge me very wrongly;' said Ethelberta; in answer to
Christopher's hasty look of resentment。
'In supposing Mr。 Ladywell to be a great friend of yours?' said
Christopher; who had in some indescribable way suddenly assumed a
right to Ethelberta as his old property。
'Yes: for I hardly know him; and certainly do not value him。'
After this there was something in the mutual look of the two; though
their words had been private; which did not tend to remove the
anguish of fragile Picotee。 Christopher; assured that Ethelberta's
embarrassment had been caused by nothing more than the sense of her
odd social subsidence; recovered more bliss than he had lost; and
regarded calmly the profile of young Ladywell between the two
windows of his brougham as it passed the open cottage door; bearing
him along unconscious as the dead of the nearness of his beloved
one; and of the sad buffoonery that fate; fortune; and the guardian
angels had been playing with Ethelberta of late。 He recognized the
face as that of the young man whom he had encountered when watching
Ethelberta's window from Rookington Park。
'Perhaps you remember seeing him at the Christmas dance at Wyndway?'
she inquired。 'He is a good…natured fellow。 Afterwards he sent me
that portfolio of sketches you see in the corner。 He might possibly
do something in the world as a painter if he were obliged to work at
the art for his bread; which he is not。' She added with bitter
pleasantry: 'In bare mercy to his self…respect I must remain unseen
here。'
It impressed Christopher to perceive how; under the estrangement
which arose from differences of education; surroundings; experience;
and talent; the sympathies of close relationship were perceptible in
Ethelberta's bearing towards her brothers and sisters。 At a remark
upon some simple pleasure wherein she had not participated because
absent and occupied by far more comprehensive interests; a gloom as
of banishment would cross her face and dim it for awhile; showing
that the free habits and enthusiasms of country life had still their
charm with her; in the face of the subtler gratifications of
abridged bodices; candlelight; and no feelings in particular; which
prevailed in town。 Perhaps the one condition which could work up
into a permanent feeling the passing revival of his fancy for a
woman whose chief attribute he had supposed to be sprightliness was
added now by the romantic ubiquity of station that attached to her。
A discovery which might have grated on the senses of a man wedded to
conventionality was a positive pleasure to one whose faith in
society had departed with his own social ruin。
The room began to darken; whereupon Christopher arose to leave; and
the brothers Sol and Dan offered to accompany him。
14。 A TURNPIKE ROAD
'We be thinking of coming to London ourselves soon;' said Sol; a
carpenter and joiner by trade; as he walked along at Christopher's
left hand。 'There's so much more chance for a man up the country。
Now; if you was me; how should you set about getting a job; sir?'
'What can you do?' said Christopher。
'Well; I am a very good staircase hand; and I have been called neat
at sash…frames; and I can knock together doors and shutters very
well; and I can do a little at the cabinet…making。 I don't mind
framing a roof; neither; if the rest be busy; and I am always ready
to fill up my time at planing floor…boards by the foot。'
'And I can mix and lay flat tints;' said Dan; who was a house
painter; 'and pick out mouldings; and grain in every kind of wood
you can mentionoak; maple; walnut; satinwood; cherry…tree'
'You can both do too much to stand the least chance of being allowed
to do anything in a city; where limitation is all the rule in
labour。 To have any success; Sol; you must be a man who can
thoroughly look at a door to see what ought to be done to it; but as
to looking at a window; that's not your line; or a person who; to
the remotest particular; understands turning a screw; but who does
not profess any knowledge of how to drive a nail。 Dan must know how
to paint blue to a marvel; but must be quite in the dark about
painting green。 If you stick to some such principle of specialty as
this; you may get employment in Lon