The Poacher Part 35
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"So I presumed before this. And pray how came you to be one?"
"Miss Mathews, if the truth must be told, it arose from an unfortunate attachment."
"I have read in the olden poets that love would turn a G.o.d into a man; but I never heard of its making him a tinker," replied Melissa, smiling.
"The immortal Jove did not hesitate to conceal his thunderbolts when he deigned to love; and Cupid but too often has recourse to the aid of Proteus to secure success. We have, therefore, no mean warranty."
"And who was the lady of thy love, good Master Tinker?"
"She was, Miss Mathews, like you in everything. She was as beautiful, as intelligent, as honest, as proud, and, unfortunately, she was, like you, as obdurate, which reminds me of the unfortunate gentleman whose emissary I now am. In his madness he requested me--yes, Miss Mathews, me a poor tinker--to woo you for him--to say to you all that he would have said had he been admitted to your presence--to plead for him--to kneel for him at your feet, and entreat you to have some compa.s.sion for one whose only misfortune was to love--whose only fault was to be poor.
What could I say, Miss Mathews--what could I reply to a person in his state of desperation? To reason with him, to argue with him, had been useless; I could only soothe him by making such a promise, provided that I was permitted to do it. Tell me, Miss Mathews, have I your permission to make the attempt?"
"First, Mr Tinker, I should wish to know the name of this gentleman."
"I promised not to mention it, Miss Mathews; but I can evade the promise. I have a book which belongs to him in my pocket, on the inside of which are the arms of his family, with his father's name underneath them."
Spikeman presented the book. Melissa read the name, and then laid it on the bench, without saying a word.
"And now, Miss Mathews, as I have shown you that the gentleman has no wish to conceal who he is, may I venture to hope that you will permit me to plead occasionally, when I may see you, in his behalf."
"I know not what to say, Master Tinker. I consider it a measure fraught with some danger, both to the gentleman and to myself. You have quoted Shakespeare--allow me now to do the same:--
"'Friends.h.i.+p is constant in all other things Save in the affairs and offices of love, Therefore all hearts use your own tongues.'
"You observe, Master Tinker, that there is the danger of your pleading for yourself, and not for your client; and there is also the danger of my being insensibly moved to listen to the addresses of a tinker. Now, only reflect upon the awful consequences," continued Melissa, smiling.
"I pledge you my honour, Miss Mathews, that I will only plead for the person whose name you have read in the book, and that you shall never be humiliated by the importunities of a mender of pots and pans."
"You pledge the honour of a tinker; what may that be worth?"
"A tinker that has the honour of conversing with Miss Mathews, has an honour that cannot be too highly appreciated."
"Well, that is very polite for a mender of old kettles; but the schoolmaster is abroad, which, I presume, accounts for such strange anomalies as our present conversation. I must now wish you good morning."
"When may I have the honour of again presenting myself in behalf of the poor gentleman?"
"I can really make no appointments with tinkers," replied Melissa; "if you personate that young man, you must be content to wait for days or months to catch a glimpse of the hem of my garment; to bay the moon and bless the stars, and I do not know what else. It is, in short, catch me when you can; and now farewell, good Master Tinker," replied Melissa, leaving her own book, and taking the one Spikeman had put into her hand, which she carried with her to the house. It was all up with Miss Melissa Mathews, that was clear.
We shall pa.s.s over a fortnight, during which Spikeman, at first every other day, and subsequently every day or evening, had a meeting with Melissa, in every one of which he pleaded his cause in the third person.
Joey began to be very tired of this affair, as he remained idle during the whole time, when one morning Spikeman told him that he must go down to the meeting-place without the wheel, and tell Miss Mathews his uncle the tinker was ill, and not able to come that evening.
Joey received his instructions, and went down immediately. Miss Mathews was not to be seen, and Joey, to avoid observation, hid himself in the copse, awaiting her arrival. At last she came, accompanied by Araminta, her cousin. As soon as they had taken their seats on the bench, Araminta commenced: "My dear Melissa, I could not speak to you in the house, on account of your father; but Simpson has told me this morning that she thought it her duty to state to me that you have been seen, not only in the day time, but late in the evening, walking and talking with a strange-looking man. I have thought it very odd that you should not have mentioned this mysterious person to me lately; but I do think it most strange that you should have been so imprudent. Now, tell me everything that has happened, or I must really make it known to your father."
"And have me locked up for months,--that's very kind of you, Araminta,"
replied Melissa.
"But consider what you have been doing, Melissa. Who is this man?"
"A travelling tinker, who brought me a letter from a gentleman, who has been so silly as to fall in love with me."
"And what steps have you taken, cousin?"
"Positively refused to receive a letter, or to see the gentleman."
"Then why does the man come again?"
"To know if we have any knives or scissors to grind."
"Come, come, Melissa, this is ridiculous. All the servants are talking about it; and you know how servants talk. Why do you continue to see this fellow?"
"Because he amuses me, and it is so stupid of him."
"If that is your only reason, you can have no objection to see him no more, now that scandal is abroad. Will you promise me that you will not? Recollect, dear Melissa, how imprudent and how unmaidenly it is."
"Why, you don't think that I am going to elope with a tinker, do you, cousin?"
"I should think not; nevertheless, a tinker is no companion for Miss Mathews, dear cousin. Melissa, you have been most imprudent. How far you have told me the truth I know not; but this I must tell you, if you do not promise me to give up this disgraceful acquaintance, I will immediately acquaint my uncle."
"I will not be forced into any promise, Araminta," replied Melissa, indignantly.
"Well, then, I will not hurry you into it. I will give you forty-eight hours to reply, and if by that time your own good sense does not point out your indiscretion, I certainly will make it known to your father; that is decided." So saying. Araminta rose from the bench and walked towards the house.
"Eight-and-forty hours," said Melissa, thoughtfully; "it must be decided by that time."
Joey, who had wit enough to perceive how matters stood, made up his mind not to deliver his message. He knew that Spikeman was well, and presumed that his staying away was to make Miss Mathews more impatient to see him. Melissa remained on the bench in deep thought; at last Joey went up to her.
"You here, my boy! what have you come for?" said Melissa.
"I was strolling this way, madam."
"Come here; I want you to tell me the truth; indeed, it is useless to attempt to deceive me. Is that person your uncle?"
"No, miss, he is not."
"I knew that. Is he not the person who wrote the letter, and a gentleman in disguise? Answer me that question, and then I have a message to him which will make him happy."
"He is a gentleman, miss."
"And his name is Spikeman, is it not?"
"Yes, miss, it is."
"Will he be here this evening? This is no time for trifling."
"If you want him, miss, I am sure he will."
"Tell him to be sure and come, and not in disguise," said Melissa, bursting into tears. "That's no use, my die is cast," continued she, talking to herself. Joey remained by her side until she removed her hands from her face. "Why do you wait?"
"At what hour, miss, shall he come?" said Joey.
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