THE PROPOSAL.
We will now step into the widow Grimshawe's cottage, and see how Sophy
disposed of her guest.
The lower room was in profound darkness, and the little sempstress bade
her companion stay at the door while she procured a light from the
rush-candle, that always burnt in her mother's chamber above.
"Do not leave me in the dark!" he cried, in a voice of childish terror,
and clutching at her garments. "I dare not be alone!"
"Nonsense! There are no ghosts here. I will not be gone an instant."
"Let me go with you."
"What! to my sick mother's bed-room? That cannot be. Perhaps," she
continued, not a little astonished at his extreme timidity, "the ashes
may still be alive in the grate. I think I perceive a faint glimmer; but
you had better allow me to fetch a light from mother's room?"
"Oh no, not for the world. I beseech you to stay where you are."
Sophy knelt down by the hearth, and raking among the ashes succeeded at
last in finding a live coal, which she blew into a blaze, and lighting a
candle she had left on the table, placed it before him.
Her strange guest had sunk down into a large wooden arm-chair beside it,
his head bent upon his clasped hands, his eyes shut, and traces of tears
upon his death-pale cheeks; his lips were firmly compressed, and his
countenance immovable and rigid.
Sophy gazed long and silently upon him. The sympathy of woman, be she
good or bad, is always touched by the sight of a man's tears. Sophy was
selfish and vain--all her faults might be comprised under those two
heads; but she could not bear to witness sorrow and suffering without
trying to alleviate it, unless it demanded the sacrifice of some
personal gratification that she wanted strength of mind to relinquish.
The stranger had awakened her sympathy, which the knowledge that he was
comparatively rich did not tend to diminish; and she examined his
countenance with a degree of interest and attention which hitherto had
been foreign to her nature, who had never seen anything to love or
admire beyond herself.
For a person in his station, Noah Cotton was a remarkable man. His
features were high and regular, his air and demeanour that of a
gentleman; or rather of one who had been more used to mingle with
gentlemen, than with the class to which his dress indicated him to
belong. His age exceeded forty. His raven hair, that curled in close
masses round his high temples, was thickly sprinkled with grey; his
sallow brow deeply furrowed, but the lines were not those produced by
sorrow, but care. He looked ill and unhappy, and though his dress was of
the coarse manufacture generally adopted by the small yeoman or farmer,
his linen was fine and scrupulously clean; in short, he was vastly
superior to any of the men that frequented the "Brig's Foot."
"You are ill," said Sophy, laying her hand upon his shoulder, and
speaking in a soft gentle tone. "Let me get you something to eat. I can
give you some new bread, and a bowl of fresh milk."
"Thank you, my kind girl," he replied, unclosing his large, dark,
melancholy eyes, and regarding her neat little figure, and fair, girlish
face, with fixed attention,--"I am not hungry."
"Oh, do take a little." And Sophy placed the simple contents of the
cupboard on the table before him. "It would give me real pleasure to see
you eat."
"Then I will try to please you."
But, after taking a draught of the milk, Noah pushed the bowl from him,
and turned gloomily to the fire, which was, now brightening into a
ruddy glow, throwing cheerful red gleams to every distant corner of the
room.
"And did you really see the ghost?" asked Sophy, who was dying with
curiosity to hear the tale from his own mouth. And she drew a low bench
beside him, and gazed earnestly up into his face. "I thought the stories
about it were all humbug,--a trick played off upon the public by that
worthless scamp, Bob Mason."
The man started from his abstracted fit.
"Don't speak of it now, my pretty maid. Let you and I talk of something
else."
"But I should like so to know all about it. You said, when you were
coming to, out of that frightful fit, that it was the ghost of a Mr.
Carlos."
"Then I was a fool!" muttered Noah; but, recovering himself, he
said,--"I was one of the band of men who found the body of Squire
Carlos, on the night he was murdered in his own plantation, by Bill
Martin, a notorious smuggler and poacher. I was very young at the time;
the Squire had been a kind friend to me and my mother; and the horrid
sight made such a powerful impression on my mind, that it almost
deprived me of my senses, and it has haunted me ever since. I see him at
all hours of the day, but most generally the vision comes before me at
night, and produces these terrible fits. The doctors call it disease--I
think it fate."
"How dreadful!" and Sophy recoiled involuntarily a few paces from her
guest.
There was a long silence. Sophy tried to shake off the chill which had
fallen upon her heart by vigorously poking the fire. At length she
ventured a glance at her silent companion. He was looking down intently
at her.
"You seem pretty old," she said, with that bluntness so common to
uneducated people, and from which those above them wince in
disgust--"are you married?"
"No, my dear; a bachelor, at your service."
"If you had a wife and children, they would cure you of these strange
fancies."
"Do you really think so?"
"I am sure of it."
There was another long silence.
Her companion heaved a deep, melancholy sigh, and his thoughts seemed to
break out into words, without any intention on the part of their owner.
"I have plenty to keep both wife and children, and I would gladly marry
to-morrow, if I thought any good woman would have me."
Sophy smiled, and looked down into her lap. She twisted the strings of
her checked apron round her fingers, the apron itself into every
possible shape. At length she started from her seat.
"Where are you going?" cried the stranger, in a tone of alarm.
"To make you up a bed."
"I would rather remain by the fire all night; if you will promise to
stay with me."
"But my mother would wonder what had become of me. I must leave you, and
go to bed."
Noah caught her little hand as she glided past him, and pulled her
violently back--
"I will not part with you--you must stay."
"Bless me, how timid you are! How you shake and tremble! I cannot
understand this fear in a big man like you."
"I should grow courageous if you were always by my side."
"Perhaps you would soon be as much afraid of me as of the ghost," said
Sophy, looking up into his sad eyes with a playful smile.
"The ghost again! But tell me, my pretty maid, have you a sweetheart?"
"What girl of eighteen, who is not positively ugly, has not?" returned
Sophy, evasively.
"But, one whom you prefer to all others?"
"I have never yet seen that fortunate individual."
"And is there no one for whom you feel any particular liking?"
"None, I assure you."
"Good," said Noah, musingly. "Have you a father?"
"He was drowned in a heavy gale, during the fishing season, some years
ago."
"A mother?"
"Yes; but she has been bed-ridden with the palsy ever since father died.
Grief for his sudden loss brought it on. There are no hopes of her ever
regaining the use of her limbs now."
"Any brothers or sisters?"
"One sister, the hunchbacked girl you saw in the next house; the rest
are all dead. I lost a young sister about six weeks ago. She was only
sixteen years of age, and as good as she was beautiful. Every body loved
and respected Charlotte, and she died so happily. It was well for her. I
have often envied her since she left us. I never knew what an angel she
was until after we lost her."
Noah sighed again, and was silent for some minutes. At length he said,--
"Is it only good people that die in peace?"
"I don't know," said Sophy. "Charlotte was the only person I ever saw
die; and her last words to us I shall never forget. 'Dear ones,' she
said, while a smile from heaven rested upon her lips, 'do not weep for
me. These last moments of my life are the most joyful, the happiest I
have ever known. I can now fully realize that peace which our blessed
Redeemer promised to all His faithful followers--a peace which
surpasseth human understanding. May that His peace and blessing rest
upon you all.'"
Again Noah sighed, and covered his face with his hands, and remained so
long in that attitude, that Sophy imagined he had fallen asleep. At
length he raised his head, and said,--
"Your father is dead, your mother infirm and old, your only sister
sickly and deformed, and yourself so young and pretty, with no brothers
to protect or work for you,--how do you contrive, dear girl, to maintain
yourself and them?"
"Alas! we are very poor," said Sophy, bursting into tears. "I do all I
can to supply the wants of the family. I have to work day and night, and
Mary too, who has a cruel mistress, in order to earn our bread, yet we
are often on the point of starvation; both of us are tasked beyond our
strength--and I for one am heartily weary of my life."
"Dear child,"--and Noah wound his arm about her waist, and kissed away
the tears from her bright blue eyes,--"if you could love and cherish an
old man--old at any rate to you, although barely turned of forty, I
could give both you and your afflicted mother and sister a comfortable
home. I have a pleasant cottage at F----, and fifty acres of good arable
land, a horse and gig, six fine milch cows, and plenty of pigs and
poultry, an income of two hundred per annum in the bank, which is
increasing every year, simply because I have enough to supply my
household without touching either capital or interest. This property I
will settle upon you, at my death, if you will become my wife."
Sophy's hand trembled in his. A bright crimson suffused her cheek, her
heart leaped wildly within her breast; but she could not find a word of
answer.
"I have been a bachelor all my life," continued Noah, "and a dull,
cheerless life it has been to me. I had a mother to take care of in her
old age, and I loved her too well to place a wife over her, who had been
so long the mistress of my home. She is only lately dead, and I feel
lonely and sad without her. I have often thought that I could love a
wife very much. I am sure I could love you. What say you to it, my girl?
Is it to be a match?"
Sophy thought of the horse and gig, and the six cows, of the pigs and
poultry, of the comfortable home; and above all this, she hugged closely
to her heart the 200_l._ per annum that was to be hers, besides all the
rest of the worldly goods and chattels, at his death. She looked down
upon her faded, shabby calico dress, and round upon the scantily
furnished room, and thought of the cold, dark winter nights that were
coming, and how ill-prepared they were to meet them. She remembered the
days of toil, the nights of waking, watching beside the feverish bed of
a querulous old woman, and she knew how fretful and impatient she was,
and how her soul abhorred the task; and she turned her bright eyes to
the face of her melancholy lover, and placed her small hand in his, and
said in a low, soft voice, that was music to his heart,--
"I will try to love you, and will be your wife, if you will only be kind
to mother and Mary, and take us from this hateful place."
Transported with joy, he promised all that she asked.
All night they sat by the fire, talking over the future prospects; and
the next morning Sophia introduced Noah Cotton to her mother and sister,
as her future husband, and bade them rejoice in their altered fortunes.
Human nature is full of strange contradictions, and it so happened that
the mother and sister did not rejoice; and instead of approving of the
match, they remonstrated vehemently against it.
Sophy thought them foolish and ungrateful. She grew angry, and remained
obstinately fixed to her purpose, and the affair ended in a family
rupture.
Mrs. Grimshawe refused to live with Sophy, if she married Noah Cotton;
and Mary could not leave her mother. Mary, who was a shrewd observer of
human character, was greatly struck with the scene she had witnessed in
the public house. She did not like Noah Cotton. She suspected him to be
a bad man, who was labouring under the pangs of remorse rather than of
disease. She had communicated these fears to her mother, and to this
circumstance might be attributed her steady refusal to sanction a
marriage so advantageous, in a pecuniary point of view, to them all.
Sophy was determined to secure the rich husband, and have her own way;
and the very next week she became the wife of the wealthy farmer, and
the newly-wedded pair left ---- in a neat gig to spend the honeymoon in
Noah Cotton's rural homestead in the pretty parish of F----.