GOOD ADVICE.
"GOOD afternoon, Mrs. Stuart. Fine day! Well—and how's the world
getting along with you?" asked Mrs. Mason.
Mrs. Stuart looked as if the world were not getting along with her at
all. She gave Mrs. Mason scant welcome.
"My fire's took to smoking like mad; smoked me out, if I didn't want
to be turned into a dried herring," said Mrs. Mason. "So I thought I'd
just look in here for an hour, and ask you for a neighbourly cup of
tea."
Mrs. Stuart rose to her full length, like a big snake rearing itself on
end, and stalked like a pair of huge compasses to the fireplace.
"I've brought my knitting," said Mrs. Mason. Forthwith she pulled out a
half-made stocking, and set to work upon it.
Mrs. Stuart stalked back again.
"The kettle don't seem to be of a mind to boil yet. Kettles are
uncommon perverse articles," said Mrs. Mason. "I'm in no sort of a
hurry, so it don't matter—not in the very least. But perhaps you're
expecting company, in which case I'd best make myself scarce, seeing
I'm not come by invitation."
Mrs. Mason knitted and smiled as she talked, showing no bodily
inclination to budge.
"I'm not expecting no company," said Mrs. Stuart, with the intonation
of a deeply injured woman.
"How's Archie to-day?" asked Mrs. Mason.
"He's well enough," said Mrs. Stuart.
"Fine-looking young fellow he does grow, to be sure! I don't know a
finer in the neighbourhood!"
Mrs. Stuart looked glum.
"And I can tell you, other folks think so as well as me. Why, there's
the Dunns!"
Mrs. Stuart's wrath exploded suddenly. "Don't talk to me of them
Dunns!" she cried.
"Why, dear me!" uttered Mrs. Mason. "And they such friends of Archie's!"
Mrs. Stuart couldn't sit still. She had nothing particular to do,
standing up, but she marched to the dresser, and carried off two plates
to a cupboard. Then she rubbed away vigorously at a spot of grease on
the table. Then she poked the fire.
"I'm sure I don't wonder, neither," pursued Mrs. Mason. "They're the
nicest family I know in all Littleburgh. Yes, the very nicest."
Mrs. Stuart tossed her head.
"And Nannie Dunn is the sort of girl one don't come across often." said
Mrs. Mason. "She's the best-trained I ever saw. And the best-behaved.
And the prettiest. And the neatest-dressed. I'm sure now, to hear Miss
Wilmot talk of her! And as for that poor thing, Bess Gardiner—why,
she's a different creature altogether. I do believe there's nothing on
earth she wouldn't do, if Nannie bid her. Mrs. Gardiner can't make her
out. There's a lot done among girls by a good example. And I always do
say Archie 'll have a pretty little wife, and a good one too, some day."
Mrs. Stuart wheeled round upon Mrs. Mason, snorting contemptuously.
"My Archie's not a-going to marry Nancy Dunn," she declared, her
nostrils quivering with anger.
"Why now, you don't say so! And everybody counting it a settled thing,"
said Mrs. Mason.
"Everybody's got no business. It's not a settled thing. It's never
a-going to be a settled thing," said Mrs. Stuart.
"Just suited for one another too," said Mrs. Mason.
"My Archie's in the trade," said Mrs. Stuart majestically; "and his
father was in the trade afore him, and his father afore him. And Dunn's
a labourer. Archie's not a-going to marry yet. And when he does, he'll
marry somebody of his own proper standing. And that's all I've got to
say about it."
"Pity! Ain't it?" said Mrs. Mason. "And Dunn pretty near as well able
to handle the tools as any man in the trade, if it wasn't for trade
restrictions; and better read by a long way than any other man at the
works. And you don't count Nannie good enough for your Archie! Dear me,
now! I shouldn't have thought it."
"It don't matter who thinks, nor who don't," said Mrs. Stuart,
impatiently pouring water from the kettle into the teapot. "I've my own
mind in the matter."
"But, Mrs. Stuart, Archie has his mind too," her visitor said. "And
he's getting to be a man fast. And I suppose a man has a right to his
mind, as well as a woman."
"Maybe!" Mrs. Stuart said shortly. Perhaps the idea had not struck her
before.
"If I was you," Mrs. Mason went on, "I'd just take care not to pull the
cord too tight—that's what I'd do. For if you don't, I shouldn't wonder
but some day or other your boy may chance to break loose from it. It's
not all young fellows as 'ud wait so patient as Archie's waiting now.
And if I was you, I wouldn't go too far. You don't know but what the
temptation might be too strong for him, if you do. His heart's just set
on Nannie, and there's nothing except your will keeping the two apart."
Mrs. Stuart snorted again.
"I'm not saying that Archie has a mind to marry yet awhile, for I know
he hasn't. I've heard him say so. And there's no need for you to fret
and worry, expecting that. Archie knows well enough his first duty
is to his mother. You've done a deal for him, and he knows it, Mrs.
Stuart. He don't mean to marry till he can earn enough to keep a wife
as well as his mother. I shouldn't wonder if he hasn't said so much to
you. It's not a subject you're over-fond of talking about, if I'm not
mistaken. But Archie knows his duty, and he does mean to do it. And if
he didn't, there'd be none quicker to blame him than Mrs. Dunn."
Mrs. Stuart grunted this time.
"Howsomever, I do say his mind is set on Nannie Dunn—and I don't
wonder!" said Mrs. Mason. "If I was a man, I wouldn't look at another
girl in the place beside her! And I do say, you'll be wise to give
in to your boy, and let him be happy. You don't like me saying so
much!—No, of course you don't. And it isn't none of my business—no, of
course it isn't. But I do say, if I was you, I wouldn't risk snapping
of the cord by pulling of it too tight. For there's never no knowing
how much a young man 'll stand."
Grunt the second.
"Now if Nannie was a bad sort of girl, and one as couldn't be expected
to make Archie a good wife, why, you'd be right to hold out all you
could. But when there's no sort of manner of reason!—And when she's the
best and sweetest and prettiest girl that ever was!—And when Archie
just dotes on her!—And when she's willing!—And when her father and
mother don't object!—Why, I do say, Mrs. Stuart—just you lend me a pair
of scissors for one moment, will you?—I do say, Mrs. Stuart, you'll be
wise to give in. And if you're angry with me for speaking out, I can't
help it; for I made up my mind I'd speak out, and when I make up my
mind to a thing, I'm not easy stopped. And Archie's behaved so pretty
of late, I do think he deserves it."
Mrs. Mason was a person of some influence among her neighbours,
accounted by them to possess an uncommon amount of common-sense. Her
words were not without effect. Mrs. Stuart made no answer; but she did
not snort or toss her head. When Mrs. Mason was gone, she actually sat
idle, with her hands before her, thinking the matter over.
After all, there was much truth in Mrs. Mason's words, and Mrs. Stuart
knew it. She began almost to wish that she could see some mode of
giving way to Archie, without hurting her own dignities. Like many
people of rather small minds, Mrs. Stuart had the greatest possible
objection to acknowledging herself in the wrong. She always was right,
and she always had been right; and if she once said a thing, she stuck
to it like a limpet to a rock.
So the difficulty was, how she could possibly slide out of her former
position into a new position, without giving anybody the power to say,
"Mrs. Stuart has changed her mind." Mrs. Stuart prided herself on not
changing her mind. Infallible people never do change their minds; for
why should they ever become wiser to-day than they were yesterday?
Still, without condescending to change her mind, or to acknowledge that
she had been mistaken, Mrs. Stuart had certainly obtained a new view of
the question. And the grand puzzle was—how to beat a retreat without
seeming to do so?