RENEWALS.
As yet she was all unconscious; and indeed the dulness following her
father's departure was for her considerably lightened by this visit to
her grandmother's cottage, where she found a hundred duties and
occupations awaiting her. She was an expert needle-woman, and there were
many arrears in that direction to be made up: she managed the cooking,
and introduced one or two cunning dishes, to the wonder of the little
Cicely; she even tried her hand at carpentering, where a shelf, or the
frame of a casement, had got loose; and as a reward she was occasionally
invited to assist her grandmother in the garden. The old dame herself
grew wonderfully amiable and cheerful in the constant association with
this bright young life; and she had a great store of ballads with which
to beguile the tedium of sewing--though, in truth, these were for the
most part of a monotonous and mournful character, generally reciting the
woes of some poor maiden in Oxfordshire or Lincolnshire who had been
deceived by a false lover, and yet was willing to forgive him even as
she lay on her death-bed. As for Judith, she took to this quiet life
quite naturally and happily; and if she chanced to have time for a
stroll along the wooded lanes or through the meadows, she was now right
glad that there was no longer any fear of her being confronted by Master
Leofric Hope--or Jack Orridge, as he had called himself. Of course she
thought of him often, and of his courteous manners, and his eloquent and
yet modest eyes, and she hoped all was going well with him, and that she
might perchance hear of him through her father. Nor could she forget
(for she was but human) that the young man, when disguised as a wizard,
had said that he had heard her named as the fairest maid in
Warwickshire; and subsequently, in his natural character, that he had
heard Ben Jonson speak well of her looks, and she hoped that if ever he
recalled these brief interviews, he would consider that she had
maintained a sufficiency of maidenly dignity, and had not betrayed the
ignorance or awkwardness of a farm-bred wench. Nay, there were certain
words of his that she put some store by--as coming from a stranger. For
the rest, she was in no case likely to undervalue her appearance: her
father had praised her hair, and that was enough.
One morning she had gone down to the little front gate, for some
mischievous boys had lifted it off its hinges, and she wanted to get it
back again on the rusty iron spikes. But it had got jammed somehow, and
would not move; and in her pulling, some splinter of the wood ran into
her hand, causing not a little pain. Just at this moment--whether he had
come round that way on the chance of catching a glimpse of her, it is
hard to say--Tom Quiney came by; but on the other side of the road, and
clearly with no intention of calling at the cottage.
"Good-morrow, Judith," said he, in a kind of uncertain way, and would
have gone on.
Well, she was vexed and impatient with her fruitless efforts, and her
hand smarted not a little; so she looked at him and said, half angrily,
"I wish you would come and lift this gate."
It was but a trifling task for the tall and straight-limbed young fellow
who now strode across the highway. He jerked it up in a second, and then
set it down again on the iron spikes, where it swung in its wonted way.
"But your hand is bleeding, Judith!" he exclaimed.
"'Tis nothing," she said. "It was a splinter. I have pulled it out."
But he snatched her hand peremptorily, before she could draw it away,
and held it firmly and examined it.
"Why, there's a bit still there; I can see it."
"I can get it out for myself," said she.
"No, you cannot," he answered. "'Tis far easier for some one else. Stay
here a second, and I will fetch out a needle."
He went into the cottage, and presently reappeared, not only with a
needle, but also a tin vessel holding water, and a bit of linen and a
piece of thread. Then he took Judith's soft hand as gently as he could
in his muscular fingers, and began to probe for the small fragment of
wood, just visible there. He seemed a long time about it; perhaps he was
afraid of giving her pain.
"Do I hurt you, Judith?" he said.
"No," she answered, with some color of embarrassment in her face. "Be
quick."
"But I must be cautious," said he. "I would it were my own hand; I would
make short work of it."
"Let me try myself," said she, attempting to get away her hand from his
grasp.
But he would not allow that; and in due time he managed to get the
splinter out. Then he dipped his fingers in the water and bathed the
small wound in that way; and then he must needs wrap the piece of linen
round her hand--very carefully, so that there should be no crease--and
thereafter fasten the bandage with the bit of thread. He did not look
like one who could perform a surgical operation with exceeding delicacy;
but he was as gentle as he could be, and she thanked him--in an
unwilling kind of way.
Then all at once her face brightened.
"Why," said she, "I hear that you gave my father a riding-whip on his
going."
"Did you not see it, Judith?" he said, with some disappointment. "I
meant you to have seen it. The handle was of ivory, and of a rare
carving."
"I was not at the door when they went away--I met my father as they
passed along the road," said she. "But I shall see it, doubtless, when
he comes home again. And what said he? Was he pleased? He thanked you
right heartily, did he not?"
"Yes, truly; but 'twas a trifling matter."
"My father thinks more of the intention than of the value of such a
gift," said she--"as I would."
It was an innocent and careless speech, but it seemed to suddenly
inspire him with a kind of wild wish.
"Ah," said he, regarding her, "if you, Judith, now, would but take some
little gift from me--no matter what--that would be a day I should
remember all my life."
"Will you not come into the house?" said she, quickly. "My grandam will
be right glad to see you."
She would have led the way; but he hesitated.
"Nay, I will not trouble your grandmother, Judith," said he. "I doubt
not but that she hath had enough of visitors since you came to stay with
her."
"Since I came?" she said, good-naturedly--for she refused to accept the
innuendo. "Why, let me consider, now. The day before yesterday my mother
walked over to see how we did; and before that--I think the day before
that--Mistress Wyse came in to tell us that they had taken a witch at
Abbots Morton; and then yesterday Farmer Bowstead called to ask if his
strayed horse had been seen anywhere about these lanes. There, now,
three visitors since I have come to the cottage: 'tis not a multitude."
"There hath been none other?" said he, looking at her with some
surprise.
"Not another foot hath crossed the threshold to my knowledge," said she,
simply, and as if it were a matter of small concern.
But this intelligence seemed to produce a very sudden and marked
alteration in his manner. Not only would he accompany her into the
house, but he immediately became most solicitous about her hand.
"I pray you be careful, Judith," said he, almost as if he would again
take hold of her wrist.
"'Tis but a scratch," she said.
"Nay, now, if there be but a touch of rust, it might work mischief,"
said he, anxiously. "I pray you be careful; and I would bathe it
frequently, and keep on the bandage until you are sure that all is well.
Nay, I tell you this, Judith: there are more than you think of that
would liefer lose a finger than that you should have the smallest hurt."
And in-doors, moreover, he was most amiable and gentle and anxious to
please, and bore some rather sharp sayings of the old dame with great
good-nature; and whatever Judith said, or suggested, or approved of,
that was right, once and for all. She wished to hear more of the
riding-whip also. Where was the handle carved? Had her father expressed
any desire for such ornamentation?
"Truly 'twas but a small return for his kindness to us the other day,"
said the young man, who was half bewildered with delight at finding
Judith's eyes once more regarding him in the old frank and friendly
fashion, and was desperately anxious that they should continue so to
regard him (with no chilling shadow of the parson intervening). "For
Cornelius Greene being minded to make one or two more catches," he
continued--and still addressing those eyes that were at once so gentle
and so clear and so kind--"he would have me go to your father and beg
him to give us words for these, out of any books he might know of. Not
that we thought of asking him to write the words himself--far from
that--but to choose them for us; and right willingly he did so. In
truth, I have them with me," he added, searching for and producing a
paper with some written lines on it. "Shall I read them to you, Judith?"
He did not notice the slight touch of indifference with which she
assented; for when once she had heard that these compositions (whatever
they might be) were not her father's writing, she was not anxious to
become acquainted with them. But his concern, on the other hand, was to
keep her interested and amused and friendly; and Cornelius Greene and
his doings were at least something to talk about.
"The first one we think of calling 'Fortune's Wheel,'" said he; "and
thus it goes:
'Trust not too much, if prosperous times do smile,
Nor yet despair of rising, if thou fall:
The Fatal Lady mingleth one with th' other,
And lets not fortune stay, but round turns all.'
And the other one--I know not how to call it yet--but Cornelius takes it
to be the better of the two for his purpose; thus it is:
'Merrily sang the Ely monks
When rowed thereby Canute the King.
"Row near, my Knights, row near the land,
That we may hear the good monks sing."'
See you now how well it will go, Judith--_Merrily sang--merrily
sang--the Ely monks--the Ely monks--when rowed thereby_--CANUTE THE
KING!" said he, in a manner suggesting the air. "'Twill go excellent
well for four voices, and Cornelius is already begun. In truth, 'twill
be something new at our merry-meetings----"
"Ay, and what have you to say of your business, good Master Quiney?" the
old dame interrupted, sharply. "Be you so busy with your tavern catches
and your merry-makings that you have no thought of that?"
"Indeed, I have enough regard for that, good Mistress Hathaway," said
he, in perfect good-humor; "and it goes forward safely enough. But
methinks you remind me that I have tarried here as long as I ought; so
now I will get me back to the town."
He half expected that Judith would go to the door with him; and when she
had gone so far, he said,
"Will you not come a brief way across the meadows, Judith?--'tis not
well you should always be shut up in the cottage--you that are so fond
of out-of-doors."
He had no cause for believing that she was too much within-doors; but
she did not stay to raise the question; she good-naturedly went down the
little garden path with him, and across the road, and so into the
fields. She had been busy at work all the morning; twenty minutes'
idleness would do no harm.
Then, when they were quite by themselves, he said seriously:
"I pray you take heed, Judith, that you let not the blood flow too much
to your hand, lest it inflame the wound, however slight you may deem it.
See, now, if you would but hold it so, 'twould rest on mine, and be a
relief to you."
He did not ask her to take his arm, but merely that she should rest her
hand on his; and this seemed easy to do, and natural (so long as he was
not tired). But also it seemed very much like the time when they used to
go through those very meadows as boy and girl together, the tips of
their fingers intertwined: and so she spoke in a gentle and friendly
kind of fashion to him.
"And how is it with your business, in good sooth?" she asked. "I hope
there be no more of these junketings, and dancings, and brawls."
"Dear Judith," said he, "I know not who carries such tales of me to you.
If you knew but the truth, I am never in a brawl of mine own making or
seeking; but one must hold one's own, and the more that is done, the
less are any likely to interfere. Nay," he continued, with a modest
laugh, "I think I am safe for quiet now with any in Warwickshire; 'tis
only a strange lad now and again that may come among us and seek cause
of quarrel; and surely 'tis better to have it over and done with, and
either he or we to know our place? I seek no fighting for the love of
it; my life on that; but you would not have any stranger come into
Stratford a-swaggering, and biting his thumb at us, and calling us
rogues of fiddlers?"
"Mercy on us, then," she cried, "are you champion for the town--or
perchance for all of Warwickshire? A goodly life to look forward to! And
what give they their watch-dog? Truly they must reward him that keeps
such guard, and will do battle for them all?"
"Nay, I am none such, Judith," said he; "I but take my chance like the
others."
He shifted her hand on his, that it might rest the more securely, and
his touch was gentle.
"And your merchandise--pray you, who is so kind as to look after that
when you are engaged in those pastimes?" she asked.
"I have no fault to find with my merchandise, Judith," said he. "That I
look after myself. I would I had more inducement to attend to it, and to
provide for the future. But it goes well; indeed it does."
"And Daniel Hutt?"
"He has left the country now."
"And his vagabond crew--have they all made their fortunes?"
"Why, Judith, they cannot have reached America yet," said he.
"I am glad that you have not gone," she remarked, simply.
"Well," he said, "why should I strive to push my fortunes there more
than here? To what end? There be none that I could serve either way."
And then it seemed to him that it was an ungracious speech; and he was
anxious to stand well with her, seeing that she was disposed to be
friendly.
"Judith," he said, suddenly, "surely you will not remain over at
Shottery to-morrow, with all the merriment of the fair going on in the
town? Nay, but you must come over--I could fetch you, at any hour that
you named, if it so pleased you. There is a famous juggler come into the
town, as I hear, that can do the most rare and wonderful tricks, and
hath a dog as cunning as himself; and you will hear the new ballads, to
judge which you would have; and the peddlers would show you their
stores. Now, in good sooth, Judith, may not I come for you? Why, all the
others have someone to go about with them; and she will choose this or
that posy or ribbon, and wear it for the jest of the day; but I have no
one to walk through the crowd with me, and see the people, and hear the
bargainings and the music. I pray you, Judith, let me come for you. It
cannot be well for you always to live in such dulness as is over there
at Shottery."
"If I were to go to the fair with you," said she, and not unkindly,
"methinks the people would stare, would they not? We have not been such
intimate friends of late."
"You asked me not to go to America, Judith," said he.
"Well, yes," she admitted. "Truly I did so. Why should you go away with
those desperate and broken men? Surely 'tis better you should stay among
your own people."
"I stayed because you bade me, Judith," said he.
She flushed somewhat at this; but he was so eager not to embarrass or
offend her that he instantly changed the subject.
"May I, then, Judith? If you would come but for an hour!" he pleaded,
for he clearly wanted to show to everybody that Judith was under his
escort at the fair; and which of all the maidens (he asked himself)
would compare beside her? "Why, there is not one of them but hath his
companion, to buy for her some brooch, or pretty coif, or the like----"
"Are they all so anxious to lighten their purses?" said she, laughing.
"Nay, but truly I may not leave my grandmother, lest the good dame
should think that I was wearying of my stay with her. Pray you, get some
other to go to the fair with you--you have many friends, as I know, in
the town----"
"Oh, do you think 'tis the fair I care about?" said he, quickly. "Nay,
now, Judith, I would as lief not go to the fair at all--or but for a few
minutes--if you will let me bring you over some trinket in the
afternoon. Nay, a hundred times would I rather not go--if you would
grant me such a favor; 'tis the first I have asked of you for many a
day."
"Why," she said, with a smile, "you must all of you be prospering in
Stratford, since you are all so eager to cast abroad your money. The
peddlers will do a rare trade to-morrow, as I reckon."
This was almost a tacit permission, and he was no such fool as to press
her for more. Already his mind ran riot--he saw himself ransacking all
the packs and stalls in the town.
"And now," she said, as she had come within sight of the houses, "I will
return now or the good dame will wonder."
"But I will walk back with you, Judith," said he, promptly.
She regarded him, with those pretty eyes of hers clearly laughing.
"Methought you came away from the cottage," said she, "because of the
claims of your business; and now you would walk all the way back again?"
"Your hand, Judith," said he, shamefacedly, "you must not let it hang
down by your side."
"Nay, for such a dangerous wound," said she, with her eyes gravely
regarding him, "I will take precautions; but cannot I hold it up
myself--so--if need were?"
He was so well satisfied with what he had gained that he would yield to
her now as she wished. And yet he took her hand once more, gently and
timidly, as if unwilling to give up his charge of it.
"I hope it will not pain you, Judith," he said.
"I trust it may not lead me to death's door," she answered, seriously;
and if her eyes were laughing, it was with no unkindness.
And then they said good-bye to each other, and she walked away back to
Shottery, well content to have made friends with him again, and to have
found him for the time being quit of his dark suspicions and jealousies
of her; while as for him, he went on to the town in a sort of
foreknowledge that all Stratford Fair would not have anything worthy to
be offered to Judith; and wondering whether he could not elsewhere, and
at once, and by any desperate effort, procure something fine and rare
and beautiful enough to be placed in that poor wounded hand.