The Vicar Of Bullhampton Part 44
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"What has that to do with it? You know what our wishes are; but, indeed, indeed, nothing can be done by hurrying her."
"She was engaged to that man, and the engagement broken off all within a month. It was no more than a dream."
"But the remembrance of such dreams will not fade away quickly.
Let us hope that hereafter it may be as a dream;--but time must be allowed to efface the idea of its reality."
"Time;--yes; but cannot we arrange some plan for the future? Cannot something be done? I thought you said you would ask her to come here?"
"So I did,--but not yet."
"Why shouldn't she come now? You needn't ask because I am here. There is no saying whom she may meet, and then my chance will be gone again."
"Is that all you know about women, Harry? Do you think that the girl whom you love so dearly will take up with one man after another in that fas.h.i.+on?"
"Who can say? She was not very long in taking up, as you call it, with Captain Marrable. I should be happier if she were here, even if I did not see her."
"Of course you would see her, and of course you would propose again,--and of course she would refuse you."
"Then there is no hope?"
"I do not say that. Wait till the summer comes; and then, if I can influence her, we will have her here. If you find that remaining at the Privets all alone is wearisome to you--"
"Of course it is wearisome."
"Then go up to London--or abroad--or anywhere for a change. Take some occupation in hand and stick to it."
"That is so easily said, Mrs. Fenwick."
"No man ever did anything by moping; and you mope. I know I am speaking plainly, and you may be angry with me, if you please."
"I am not at all angry with you; but I think you hardly understand."
"I do understand," said Mrs. Fenwick, speaking with all the energy she could command; "and I am most anxious to do all that you wish.
But it cannot be done in a day. If I were to ask her now, she would not come; and if she came it would not be for your good. Wait till the summer. You may be sure that no harm will be done by a little patience."
Then he went away, declaring again that he would wait with patience; but saying, at the same time, that he would remain at home. "As for going to London," he said, "I should do nothing there. When I find that there is no chance left, then probably I shall go abroad."
"It is my belief," said the Vicar, that evening, when his wife told him what had occurred, "that she will never have him; not because she does not like him, or could not learn to like him if he were as other men are, but simply because he is so unreasonably unhappy about her.
No woman was ever got by that sort of puling and whining love. If it were not that I think him crazy, I should say that it was unmanly."
"But he is crazy."
"And will be still worse before he has done with it. Anything would be good now which would take him away from Bullhampton. It would be a mercy that his house should be burned down, or that some great loss should fall upon him. He sits there at home, and does nothing. He will not even look after the farm. He pretends to read, but I don't believe that he does even that."
"And all because he is really in love, Frank."
"I am very glad that I have never been in love with the same reality."
"You never had any need, sir. The plums fell into your mouth too easily."
"Plums shouldn't be too difficult," said the Vicar, "or they lose their sweetness."
A few days after this Mr. Fenwick was standing at his own gate, watching the building of the chapel and talking to the men, when f.a.n.n.y Brattle from the mill came up to him. He would stand there by the hour at a time, and had made quite a friends.h.i.+p with the foreman of the builder from Salisbury, although the foreman, like his master, was a Dissenter, and had come into the parish as an enemy. All Bullhampton knew how infinite was the disgust of the Vicar at what was being done; and that Mrs. Fenwick felt it so strongly, that she would not even go in and out of her own gate. All Bullhampton was aware that Mr. Puddleham spoke openly of the Vicar as his enemy,--in spite of the peaches and cabbages on which the young Puddlehams had been nourished; and that the Methodist minister had, more than once within the last month or two, denounced his brother of the Established Church from his own pulpit. All Bullhampton was talking of the building of the chapel,--some abusing the Marquis and Mr.
Puddleham and the Salisbury builder; others, on the other hand, declaring that it was very good that the Establishment should have a fall. Nevertheless there Mr. Fenwick would stand and chat with the men, fascinated after a fas.h.i.+on by the misfortune which had come upon him. Mr. Packer, the Marquis's steward, had seen him there, and had endeavoured to slink away un.o.bserved,--for Mr. Packer was somewhat ashamed of the share he had had in the matter,--but Mr. Fenwick had called to him, and had spoken to him of the progress of the building.
"Grimes never could have done it so fast," said the Vicar.
"Well,--not so fast, Mr. Fenwick, certainly."
"I suppose it won't signify about the frost?" said the Vicar. "I should be inclined to think that the mortar will want repointing."
Mr. Packer had nothing to say to this. He was not responsible for the building. He endeavoured to explain that the Marquis had nothing to do with the work, and had simply given the land.
"Which was all that he could do," said the Vicar, laughing.
It was on the same day and while Packer was still standing close to him, that f.a.n.n.y Brattle accosted him. When he had greeted the young woman and perceived that she wished to speak to him, he withdrew within his own gate, and asked her whether there was anything that he could do for her. She had a letter in her hand, and after a little hesitation she asked him to read it. It was from her brother, and had reached her by private means. A young man had brought it to her when her father was in the mill, and had then gone off, declining to wait for any answer.
"Father, sir, knows nothing about it as yet," she said.
Mr. Fenwick took the letter and read it. It was as follows:--
DEAR SISTER,
I want you to help me a little, for things is very bad with me. And it is not for me neither, or I'd sooner starve nor ax for a sixpence from the mill. But Carry is bad too, and if you've got a trifle or so, I think you'd be of a mind to send it. But don't tell father, on no account. I looks to you not to tell father. Tell mother, if you will; but I looks to her not to mention it to father. If it be so you have two pounds by you, send it to me in a letter, to the care of
Muster Thomas Craddock, Number 5, Crooked Arm Yard, Cowcross Street, City of London.
My duty to mother, but don't say a word to father, whatever you do. Carry don't live nowhere there, nor they don't know her.
Your affectionate brother,
SAM BRATTLE.
"Have you told your father, f.a.n.n.y?"
"Not a word, sir."
"Nor your mother?"
"Oh yes, sir. She has read the letter, and thinks I had better come to you to ask what we should do."
"Have you got the money, f.a.n.n.y?"
f.a.n.n.y Brattle explained that she had in her pocket something over the sum named, but that money was so scarce with them now at the mill, that she could hardly send it without her father's knowledge. She would not, she said, be afraid to send it and then to tell her father afterwards. The Vicar considered the matter for some time, standing with the open letter in his hand, and then he gave his advice.
"Come into the house, f.a.n.n.y," he said, "and write a line to your brother, and then get a money order at the post-office for four pounds, and send it to your brother; and tell him that I lend it to him till times shall be better with him. Do not give him your father's money without your father's leave. Sam will pay me some day, unless I be mistaken in him."
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