TO LONDON TOWN.
But that was not the departure for London which was soon to bring Judith
a great heaviness of heart, and cause many a bitter fit of crying when
that she was lying awake o' nights. She would rather have let all her
lovers go, and welcome, a hundred times over. But, as the days passed,
it became more and more evident, from certain preparations, that her
father was about to leave Stratford for the south, and finally the very
moment was fixed. Judith strove to keep a merry face (for so she had
been bid), but again and again she was on the point of going to him and
falling on her knees and begging him to remain with them. She knew that
he would laugh at her; but did he quite know what going away from them
meant? And the use of it? Had they not abundance? Still, she was afraid
of being chid for meddling in matters beyond her; and so she went about
her duties with as much cheerfulness as she could assume; though, when
in secret conclave with Prudence, and talking of this, and what the
house would be like when he was gone, quiet tears would steal down her
face in the dusk.
To suit the convenience of one or two neighbors, who were also going to
London, the day of departure had been postponed; but at last the fatal
morning arrived. Judith, from an early hour, was on the watch, trying to
get some opportunity of saying good-by to her father by herself (and not
before all the strangers who would soon be gathering together), but
always she was defeated, for he was busy in-doors with many things, and
every one was lending a helping hand. Moreover, she was in an excited
and trembling state; and more than once she had to steal away to her
chamber and bathe her eyes with water lest that they should tell any
tale when he regarded her. But the climax of her misfortunes was this.
When the hour for leaving was drawing nigh she heard him go out and into
the garden, doubtless with the intention of locking up the cupboard in
the summer-house; and so she presently and swiftly stole out after him,
thinking that now would be her chance. Alas! the instant she had passed
through the back-court door she saw that Matthew gardener had
forestalled her; and not only that, but he had brought a visitor with
him--the master constable, Grandfather Jeremy, whom she knew well. Anger
filled her heart; but there was no time to stand on her dignity. She
would not retire from the field. She walked forward boldly, and stood by
her father's side, as much as to say: "Well, this is my place. What do
you want? Why this intrusion at such a time?"
Grandfather Jeremy was a little, thin, round-shouldered ancient, with
long, straggling gray hair, and small, shrewd, ferret-like eyes that
kept nervously glancing from Judith's father to goodman Matthew, who had
obviously introduced him on this occasion. Indeed, the saturnine visage
of the gardener was overspread with a complacent grin, as though he were
saying, "Look you there, zur, there be a rare vool." Judith's father, on
the other hand, showed no impatience over this interruption; he kept
waiting for the old man to recover his power of speech.
"Well, now, master constable, what would you?" he said gently.
"Why can't 'ee tell his worship, Jeremy?" Matthew gardener said, in his
superior and facetious fashion, "Passion o' me, man, thy tongue will wag
fast enough at Mother Tooley's ale-house."
"It wur a contrevarsie, so please your worship," the ancient constable
said, but with a kind of vacant stare, as if he were half lost in
looking back into his memory.
"Ay, and with whom?" said Judith's father, to help him along.
"With my poor old woman, so please your worship. She be a poor, mean
creature in your honor's eyes, I make no doubt; but she hath wisdom, she
hath, and a strength in contrevarsie past most. Lord, Lord, why be I
standing here now--and holding your worship--and your worship's time and
necessities--but that she saith, 'Jeremy, put thy better leg avore;'
'speak out,' saith she; ''twur as good for thee as a half-ox in a pie,
or a score of angels in thy pouch.' 'Speak out,' she saith, 'and be not
afraid, Jeremy.'"
"But, master constable," said Judith's father, "if your good dame be
such a Mary Ambree in argument, she should have furnished you with fewer
words and more matter. What would you?"
"Nay, zur, I be as bold as most," said the constable, pulling up his
courage, and also elevating his head somewhat with an air of authority.
"I can raise hue and cry in the hundred, that can I; and if the watch
bring me a rogue, he shall lie by the heels, or I am no true man. But
Lord, zur, have pity on a poor man that be put forward to speak for a
disputation. When they wur talking of it at furst, your worship--this
one and the other, and all of them to once--and would have me go forward
to speak for them, 'Zure,' says I, 'I would as lief go to a bride-ale
with my legs swaddled in wisps as go avore Mahster Shaksper without a
power o' voine words.' But Joan, she saith, 'Jeremy, fear no man,
howsoever great, for there be but the one Lord over us all; perzent
thyself like a true countryman and an honest officer; take thy courage
with thee,' saith she; 'and remember thou speakest vor thy friends as
well as vor thyself. 'Tis a right good worshipful gentleman,' she saith,
meaning yourself, sweet Mahster Shaksper; 'and will a not give us a
share?'"
"In Heaven's name, man," said Judith's father, laughing, "what would
you? Had Joan no clearer message to give you?"
"I but speak her words, so please your worship," said the ancient
constable, with the air of one desperately trying to recall a lesson
that had been taught him. "And all of them--they wur zaying as how she
hath a power o' wisdom--and, 'Jeremy,' she saith, 'be not overbold with
the worthy gentleman; 'tis but a share; and he be a right worthy and
civil gentleman; speak him fair, Jeremy,' she saith, 'and put thy better
leg avore, and acquit thee as a man. Nay, be bold,' she saith, 'and
think of thy vriends, that be waiting without for an answer. Think of
them, Jeremy,' she saith, 'if thy speech fail thee. 'Tis but a share;
'tis but a share; and he a right worshipful and civil gentleman.'"
Judith's father glanced at the sun-dial on the gable of the barn.
"My good friend," said he, "I hear that your wife Joan is ailing; 'tis
through no lack of breath, I warrant me. An you come not to the point
forthwith, I must be gone. What would you? Or what would your good dame
have of me?--for there we shall get to it more quickly."
"So please you, zur," said Matthew, with his complacent grin, "the
matter be like this, now: this worthy master constable and his comrades
of the watch, they wur laying their heads together like; and they have
heard say that you have written of them, and taken of their wisdom the
couple o' nights they wur brought in to supper; and they see as how you
have grown rich, so please you, zur, with such writing----"
"A vast o' money--a vast o' money and lands," the other murmured.
"And now, zur, they would make bold to ask for their share, for the help
that they have given you. Nay, zur," continued Matthew gardener, who was
proud of the ease with which he could put into words the inarticulate
desires of this good constable, "be not angry with worthy Jeremy; he but
speaketh for the others, and for his wife Joan too, that be as full of
courage as any of them, and would have come to your worship but that she
be sore troubled with an ague. Lord, zur, I know not how much the worthy
gentlemen want. Perchance good Jeremy would be content wi' the barn and
the store of malt in the malt-house----"
At this the small deep eyes of the ancient began to twinkle nervously;
and he glanced in an anxious way from one to the other.
"And the watch, now," continued Matthew grinning, and regarding the old
constable; "why, zur, they be poor men; 'twould go well with them to
divide amongst them the store of good wine in the cellar, and perchance
also the leather hangings that be so much talked of in the town. But
hark you, good Jeremy, remember this, now--that whoever hath the garden
and orchard fall to his lot must pay me my wages, else 'tis no bargain."
For the first time in her life Judith saw her father in a passion of
anger. His color did not change; but there was a strange look about his
mouth, and his eyes blazed.
"Thou cursed fool," he said to the gardener, "'tis thou hast led these
poor men into this folly." And then he turned to the bewildered
constable, and took him by the arm. "Come, good friend," said he, in a
kindly way, "come into the house and I will explain these matters to
thee. Thou hast been mislead by that impudent knave--by my life, I will
settle that score with him ere long; and in truth the aid that you and
your comrades have given me is chiefly that we have passed a pleasant
evening or two together, and been merry or wise as occasion offered. And
I would have you spend such another to-night among yourselves, leaving
the charges at the ale-house to me; and for the present, if I may not
divide my store of wine among you, 'tis no reason why you and I should
not have a parting cup ere I put hand to bridle----"
That was all that Judith heard; and then she turned to the ancient wise
man and said, coolly,
"Were I in thy place, good Matthew, I would get me out of this garden,
and out of Stratford town too, ere my father come back." And Matthew was
too frightened to answer her.
The outcome of all this, however, was that Judith's father did not
return to the garden; and when she went into the house she found that he
had taken such time to explain to Jeremy constable how small a share in
his writings had been contributed by these good people that certain of
the members of the expedition bound for London had already arrived.
Indeed, their horses and attendants were at the door; and all and
everything was in such a state of confusion and uproar that Judith saw
clearly she had no chance of saying a quiet good-by to her father all by
herself. But was she to be again balked by goodman Matthew? She thought
not. She slipped away by the back door and disappeared.
There was quite a little crowd gathered to see the cavalcade move off.
Dr. Hall was not there, but Tom Quiney was--bringing with him as a
parting gift for Judith's father a handsome riding-whip; and the worthy
parson Blaise had also appeared, though there was no opportunity for his
professional services amid so much bustle. And then there were
hand-shakings and kissings and farewells; and Judith's father was just
about to put his foot in the stirrup, when Susanna called out:
"But where is Judith? Is she not coming to say good-by to my father?"
Then there were calls for Judith, here, there, and everywhere, but no
answer; and her mother was angry that the girl should detain all this
assemblage. But her father, not having mounted, went rapidly through the
house, and just opened the door leading into the garden. The briefest
glance showed him that the mastiff was gone. Then he hurried back.
"'Tis all well, good mother," said he, as he got into the saddle. "I
shall see the wench ere I go far. I know her tricks."
So the company moved away from the house, and through the streets, and
down to Clopton's bridge. Once over the bridge, they struck to the
right, taking the Oxford road by Shipston and Enstone; and ere they had
gone far along the highway, Judith's father, who seemed less to join in
the general hilarity and high spirits of the setting out than to be
keeping a watch around, perceived something in the distance--at a corner
where there was a high bank behind some trees--that caused him to laugh
slightly, and to himself. When they were coming near this corner the
figure that had been on the sky-line had disappeared; but down by the
road-side was Judith herself, looking very tremulous and ashamed as all
these people came along, and the great Don standing by her. Her father,
who had some knowledge of her ways, bade them all ride on, and then he
turned his horse, and sprang down from the saddle.
"Well, wench," said he, and he took her by the shoulders, "what brings
you here?"
In answer, she could only burst into tears, and hide her face in his
breast.
"Why, lass," said he, "what is a journey to London? And have you not
enough left to comfort you? Have you not sweethearts a plenty?"
But she could not speak; she only sobbed and sobbed.
"Come, come, lass, I must be going," said he, stroking the soft brown
hair. "Cheer up. Wouldst thou spoil the prettiest eyes in Warwickshire?
Nay, an thou have not a right merry and beaming face when I come again,
I will call thee no daughter of mine."
Then she raised her head--for still she could not speak--and he kissed
her.
"Heaven's blessings on thee, good wench! I think 'tis the last time I
shall ever have the courage to leave thee. Fare you well, sweetheart;
keep your eyes bright and your face happy--to draw me home again."
Then she kissed him on each cheek, and he got into the saddle and rode
on. She climbed up to the top of the bank, and watched him and his
companions while they were still in sight, and then she turned to go
slowly homeward.
And it seemed to her, when she came in view of Stratford, and looked
down on the wide meadows and the placid river and the silent
homesteads, that a sort of winter had already fallen over the land. That
long summer had been very beautiful to her--full of sunlight and color
and the scent of flowers; but now a kind of winter was come, and a
sadness and loneliness; and the days and days that would follow each
other seemed to have no longer any life in them.