Can You Forgive Her? (116 page)

‘Not done yet,’ said he plaintively.

‘Yes; done, and done, and done. Besides, a man in your position in the county should always marry a wife younger than yourself, – a good deal younger.’ Cheesacre did not understand the argument, but he liked the allusion to his position in the county, and he
perceived that it was too late for any changes in the present arrangements. But he was happy; and all that feeling of animosity to Alice had vanished from his breast Poor Alice! she, at any rate, was innocent. With so much of her own to fill her mind, she had been but little able to take her share in the Greenow festivities; and we may safely say, that if Mr Cheesacre’s supremacy was on any occasion
attacked, it was not attacked by her. His supremacy on this occasion was paramount, and during the dinner, and after the dinner, he was allowed to give his orders to Bellfield in a manner that must have gratified him much. ‘You must have another glass of champagne with me, my friend,’ said Mrs Greenow; and Mr Cheesacre drank the other glass of champagne. It was not the second nor the third that
he had taken.

After dinner they started off for a ramble through the fields, and Mrs Greenow and Mr Cheesacre were together. I think that Charlie Fairstairs did not go with them at all. I think she went into the house and washed her face, and brushed her hair, and settled her muslin. I should not wonder if she took off her frock and ironed it again. Captain Bellfield, I know, went with Alice,
and created some astonishment by assuring her that he fully meant to correct the error of his ways. ‘I know what it is’ he said, ‘to be connected with such a family as yours, Miss Vavasor.’ He too had heard about the future duchess, and wished to be on his best behaviour. Kate fell to the lot of the parson.

‘This is the last time we shall ever be together in this way,’ said the widow to her friend.

‘Oh, no,’ said Cheesacre; ‘I hope not’

‘The last time. On Wednesday I become Mrs Bellfield, and I need hardly say that I have many things to think of before that; but Mr Cheesacre, I hope we are not to be strangers hereafter?’ Mr
Cheesacre said that he hoped not Oileymead would always be open to Captain and Mrs Bellfield.

‘We all know your hospitality,’ said she; ‘it is not to-day nor to-morrow
that I or my husband, – that is to be, – will have to learn that He always declares that you are the very beau ideal of an English country gentleman.’

‘Merely a poor Norfolk farmer,’ said Cheesacre. ‘I never want to put myself beyond my own place. There has been some talk about the Commission of the Peace, but I don’t think anything of it’

‘It has been the greatest blessing in the world for
him that he has ever known you,’ said Mrs Greenow, still talking about her future husband.

‘I’ve tried to be good-natured; that’s all. D— me, Mrs Greenow, what’s the use of living if one doesn’t try to be good-natured? There isn’t a better fellow than Bellfield living. He and I ran for the same plate, and he has won it. He’s a lucky fellow, and I don’t begrudge him his luck.’

‘That’s so manly
of you, Mr Cheesacre! But, indeed, the plate you speak of was not worth your running for.’

‘I may have my own opinion about that, you know.’

‘It was not. Nobody knows that as well as I do, or could have thought over the whole matter so often. I know very well what my mission is in life. The mistress of your house, Mr Cheesacre, should not be any man’s widow.’

‘She wouldn’t be a widow then,
you know.’

‘A virgin heart should be yours; and a virgin heart may be yours, if you choose to accept it’

‘Oh, bother!’

‘If you choose to take my solicitude on your behalf in that way, of course I have done. You were good enough to say just now that you wished to see me and my husband in your hospitable halls. After all that has passed, do you think that I could be a visitor at your house unless
there is a mistress there?’

‘Upon my word, I think you might’

‘No, Mr Cheesacre; certainly not. For all our sakes, I should decline. But if you were married –’

‘You are always wanting to marry me, Mrs Greenow.’

‘I do, I do. It is the only way in which there can be any friendship between us, and not for worlds would I lose that advantage for my husband, – let alone what I may feel for myself.’

‘Why didn’t you take me yourself, Mrs Greenow?’

‘If you can’t understand, it is not for me to say anything more, Mr Cheesacre. If you value the warm affection of a virgin heart –’

‘Why, Mrs Greenow, all yesterday she wouldn’t say a word to me.’

‘Not say a word to you? Is that all you know about it? Are you so ignorant that you cannot see when a girl’s heart is breaking beneath her stays?’ This
almost improper allusion had quite an effect on Mr Cheesacre’s sensitive bosom. ‘Did you say a word to her yesterday? And if not, why have you said so many words before?’

‘Oh, Mrs Greenow; come!’

‘It is, oh, Mrs Greenow. But it is time that we should go back to them.’ They had been sitting all this time on a bank, under a hedge. ‘We will have our tea, and you shall have your pipe and brandy-and-water,
and Charlie shall bring it to you. Shall she, Mr Cheesacre?’

‘If she likes she shall, of course.’

‘Do you ask her, and she’ll like it it quick enough. But remember, Mr Cheesacre, I’m quite serious in what I say about your having a mistress for your house. Only think what an age you’ll be when your children grow up, if you don’t marry soon now.’

They returned to the field in which they had dined,
and found Charlie under the trees, with her muslin looking very fresh. ‘What, all a-mort
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?’said Mrs Greenow. Charlie did not quite understand this, but replied that she preferred being alone. ‘I have told him that you should fill his pipe for him,’ said Mrs Greenow. ‘He doesn’t care for ladies to fill his pipe for him,’ said Charlie. ‘Do you try,’ said the widow, ‘while I go indoors and order
the tea.’

It had been necessary to put the bait very close before Cheesacre’s eyes, or there would have been no hope that he might take it. The bait had been put so very close that we must feel sure that he saw the hook. But there are fish so silly that they will take the bait although they know the hook is there. Cheesacre understood it all. Many things he could not see, but he could see that
Mrs
Greenow was trying to catch him as a husband for Charlie Fairstairs; and he knew also that he had always despised Charlie, and that no worldly advantage whatever would accrue to him by a marriage with such a girl. But there she was, and he didn’t quite know how to avoid it. She did look rather nice in her clearstarched muslin frock, and he felt that he should like to kiss her. He needn’t marry
her because he kissed her. The champagne which had created the desire also gave him the audacity. He gave one glance around him to see that he was not observed, and then he did kiss Charlie Fairstairs under the trees. ‘Oh, Mr Cheesacre,’ said Charlie. ‘Oh, Mr Cheesacre,’ echoed a laughing voice; and poor Cheesacre, looking round, saw that Mrs Greenow, who ought to have been inside the house looking
after the boiling water, was moving about for some unknown reason within sight of the spot which he had chosen for his dalliance.

‘Mr Cheesacre,’ said Charlie sobbing, ‘how dare you do that? – and where all the world could see you?’

‘It was only Mrs Greenow,’ said Cheesacre.

‘And what will she think of me?’

‘Lord bless you – she won’t think anything about it’

‘But I do; – I think a great
deal about it. I don’t know what to do, I don’t; – I don’t.’ Whereupon Charlie got up from her seat under the trees and began to move away slowly. Cheesacre thought about it for a moment or two. Should he follow her or should he not? He knew that he had better not follow her. He knew that she was bait with a very visible hook. He knew that he was a big fish for whom these two women were angling. But
after all, perhaps it wouldn’t do him much harm to be caught. So he got up and followed her. I don’t suppose she meant to take the way towards the woods, – towards the little path leading to the old summer-house up in the trees. She was too much beside herself to know where she was going, no doubt. But that was the path she did take, and before long she and Cheesacre were in the summerhouse together.
‘Don’t, Sam, don’t! Somebody really will be coming. Well, then, there. Now I won’t do it again.’ Twas thus she spoke when the last kiss was given on this occasion; - unless there may have been one or two later in the evening, to which it is
not necessary more especially to allude here. But on the occasion of that last kiss in the summer-house Miss Fairstairs was perfectly justified by circumstances,
for she was then the promised bride of Mr Cheesacre.

But how was he to get down again among his friends? That consideration troubled Mr Cheesacre as he rose from his happy seat aftea that last embrace. He had promised Charlie, and perhaps he would keep his promise, but it might be as well not to make it all too public at once. But Charlie wasn’t going to be thrown over; – not if she knew it,
as she said to herself. She returned therefore triumphantly among them all, – blushing indeed, and with her eyes turned away, and her hand now remained upon her lover’s arm; – but still so close to him that there could be no mistake. ‘Goodness, gracious, Charlie! where have you and Mr Cheesacre been?’ said Mrs Greenow. ‘We got up into the woods and lost ourselves,’ said Charlie. ‘Oh, indeed,’ said
Mrs Greenow.

It would be too long to tell now, in these last pages of our story, how Cheesacre strove to escape, and with what skill Mrs Greenow kept him to his bargain. I hope that Charlie Fairstairs was duly grateful. Before that evening was over, under the comfortable influence of a glass of hot brandy-and-water, – the widow had, I think, herself mixed the second glass for Mr Cheesacre, before
the influence became sufficiently comfortable, – he was forced to own that he had made himself the happy possessor of Charlie Fairstairs’ heart and hand. ‘And you are a lucky man,’ said the widow with enthusiasm; ‘and I congratulate you with all my heart. Don’t let there be any delay now, because a good thing can’t be done too soon.’ And indeed, before that night was over, Mrs Greenow had the
pair together in her own presence, and then fixed the day. ‘A fellow ought to be allowed to turn himself,’ Cheesacre said to her, pleading for himself in a whisper. But no; Mrs Greenow would give him no such mercy. She knew to what a man turning himself might probably lead. She was a woman who was quite in earnest when she went to work, and I hope that Miss Fairstairs was grateful. Then, in that
presence, was in truth the last kiss given on that eventful evening. ‘Come, Charlie, be goodnatured to him. He’s as good as your own now,’ said the widow.
And Charlie was good-natured. ‘It’s to be as soon as ever we come back from our trip,’ said Mrs Greenow to Kate, the next day, ‘and I’m lending her money to get all her things at once. He shall come to the scratch, though I go all the way to
Norfolk by myself and fetch him by his ears. He shall come, as sure as my name’s Greenow, – or Bellfield, as it will be then, you know.’

‘And I shouldn’t wonder if she did have to go to Norfolk,’ said Kate to her cousin. That event, however, cannot be absolutely concluded in these pages. I can only say that, when I think of Mrs Greenow’s force of character and warmth of friendship, I feel that
Miss Fairstairs’ prospects stand on good ground.

Mrs Greenow’s own marriage was completed with perfect success. She took Captain Bellfield for better or for worse, with a thorough determination to make the best of his worst, and to put him on his legs, if any such putting might be possible. He, at any rate, had been in luck. If any possible stroke of fortune could do him good, he had found that
stroke. He had found a wife who could forgive all his past offences, – and also, if necessary, some future offences; who had money enough for all his wants, and kindness enough to gratify them, and who had, moreover, – which for the Captain was the most important, – strength enough to keep from him the power of ruining them both. Reader, let us wish a happy married life to Captain and Mrs Bellfield!

The day after the ceremony Alice Vavasor and Kate Vavasor started for Matching Priory.

K
ATE
and Alice, as they drew near to their journey’s end, were both a little flurried, and I cannot but own that there was cause for nervousness. Kate Vavasor was to meet Mr Grey for the first time. Mr Grey was now staying at Matching and was to remain there until a week of his marriage. He was then to return to Cambridgeshire for a day or two, and after that was
to become a
guest at the rector’s house at Matching the evening before the ceremony. ‘Why not let him come here at once?’ Lady Glencora had said to her husband. ‘It is such nonsense, you know.’ But Mr Palliser would not hear of it. Mr Palliser, though a Radical in public life, would not for worlds transgress the social laws of his ancestors; and so the matter was settled. Kate on this very day
of her arrival at Matching would thus see Mr Grey for the first time, and she could not but feel that she had been the means of doing Mr Grey much injury. She had moreover something, – not much indeed, but still something, – of that feeling which made the Pallisers terrible to the imagination, because of their rank and wealth. She was a little afraid of the Pallisers, but of Mr Grey she was very
much afraid. And Alice also was not at her ease. She would fain have prevented so very quick a marriage had she not felt that now, – after all the trouble that she had caused, – there was nothing left for her but to do as others wished. When a day had been named she had hardly dared to demur, and had allowed Lady Glencora to settle everything as she had wished. But it was not only the suddenness of
her marriage which dismayed her. Its nature and attributes were terrible to her. Both Lady Midlothian and the Marchioness of Auld Reekie were coming. When this was told to her by letter she had no means of escape. ‘Lady Macleod is right in nearly all that she says,’ Lady Glencora had written to her. ‘At any rate, you needn’t be such a fool as to run away from your cousins, simply because they have
handles to their names. You must take the thing as it comes.’ Lady Glencora, moreover, had settled for her the list of bridesmaids. Alice had made a petition that she might be allowed to go through the ceremony with only one, – with none but Kate to back her. But she ought to have known that when she consented to be married at Matching, – and indeed she had had very little power of resisting that
proposition, – all such questions would be decided for her. Two daughters therefore of Lady Midlothian were to act, Lady Jane and Lady Mary, and the one daughter of the Marchioness, who was also a Lady Jane, and there were to be two Miss Howards down from London, – girls who were known both to Alice and to Lady Glencora, and who were in some distant way connected with them both. A great attempt
was made
to induce the two Miss Pallisers to join the bevy, but they had frankly pleaded their age. ‘No woman should stand up as a bridesmaid,’ said the strong-minded Sophy, ‘who doesn’t mean to get married if she can. Now I don’t mean to get married, and I won’t put myself among the young people.’ Lady Glencora was therefore obliged to submit to do the work with only six. But she swore that they
should be very smart She was to give all the dresses, and Mr Palliser was to give a brooch and an armlet to each. ‘She is the only person in the world I want to pet, except yourself,’ Lady Glencora had said to her husband, and he had answered by giving her carte blanche as regards expense.