MR. CARR'S OFFER.
Rare nuts for Westerbury to crack! So delightful a dish of gossip had
not been served up to it since that affair of Robert Carr's. Miss Arkell
was going out as lady's-maid!
Such was the report that spread, to the intense indignation of Mrs.
Arkell. In vain that lady protested that her obstinate and
reprehensibly-independent niece was going out as companion, not as
lady's-maid; Westerbury nodded its head and knew better. It must be
confessed that Mildred herself favoured the popular view: she was to be
lady's-maid, she honestly said, as well as companion.
The news, indeed, caused real commotion in the town; and Mildred was
remonstrated with from all quarters. What could she mean by leaving
incapable Peter to himself?--and if people said true, Mr. and Mrs.
Arkell would have been glad to adopt her. Mildred parried the comments,
and shut herself up as far as she could.
But she could not shut herself up from all; she had to take the
annoyances as they came. A very especial one arrived for her only the
morning previous to her departure. It was not intended as an annoyance,
though, but as an honour.
There came to visit her Mr. John Carr, the son and heir of the squire.
He came in state--a phaeton and pair, and his groom beside him. John Carr
was a little man, with mean-looking features and thin lips; and there
was the very slightest suspicion of a cross in his light eyes. Mildred
was vexed at his visit; not because she was busy packing, but for a
reason that she knew of. Some twelve months before, John Carr had
privately made her an offer of his hand. She had refused it at once and
positively, and she had never since liked to meet him. She could not
escape now, for the servant said she was at home.
He had been shown upstairs to the drawing-room, an apartment they rarely
used; and he stood there in top-boots and a rose in his black frock
coat. Mildred saw at once what was coming--a second offer. She refused
him before he had well made it.
"But you must have me, Miss Arkell, you must," he reiterated. "You know
how much I have wished for you; and--is it true that you think of going
out to service in London?"
"Quite true," said Mildred. "I am going as companion and maid to Lady
Dewsbury."
"But surely that is not desirable. If there is no other resource left,
you must come to me. I know you forbid me ever to renew the subject
again; but----"
"I beg your pardon, Mr. Carr. Your premises are wrong. I am not going
out because I have no other resource. I have my home here, if I chose to
stay in it. I have one pressed urgently upon me with my aunt and uncle.
It is not that. I am going because I wish to go. I wish for a change. It
is very kind of you to renew your offer to me; but you must pardon my
saying that I should have found it kinder had you abided by my previous
answer."
"What is the reason you will not have me, Miss Arkell? I know what it
is, though: it is because I have had two wives already. But if I have, I
made them both happy while they lived. They----"
"Oh, pray, Mr. Carr, don't talk so," she interrupted. "Pray take my
answer, and let the subject be at an end."
But Mr. Carr was one who never liked any subject to be at an end, so
long as he chose to pursue it; and he was fond of diving into reasons
for himself.
"I shall be Squire Carr after the old man's gone; the owner of the
property. I can make a settlement on you, Miss Arkell."
"I don't want it, thank you," she said in her vexation. All Mildred's
life, even when she was a little girl, she had particularly disliked Mr.
John Carr.
"It's the children, I suppose," grumbled Mr. Carr. "But they need not
annoy you. Valentine must stop at home; for it has not been the custom
in our house to send the eldest son out. But Ben will go; I shall soon
send him now. In fact, I did place him out; but he wouldn't stop, and
came back again. Emma, I dare say, will be marrying; and then there's
only the young children. You will be mistress of the house, and rule it
as my late wife did. It is not an offer to be despised, Miss Arkell."
"I don't despise it," returned Mildred, wishing he would be said, and
take himself away. "But I cannot accept it."
"Well, what is it, then? Do you intend never to marry?"
The question called up bitter remembrances, and a burning red suffused
her cheeks.
"I shall never marry, Mr. Carr. At least, such is my belief now.
Certainly I shall not marry until I have tried whether I cannot be happy
in my life of dependence at Lady Dewsbury's."
Mr. John Carr's lucky star appeared not to be in the ascendant that day,
and he went out considerably crest-fallen. Whipping his horses, he
proceeded up the town to pay a visit to his uncle, Mr. Marmaduke Carr.
None, save himself, knew how covetous were the eyes he cast to the good
fortune his uncle had to bequeath to somebody; or that he would cast so
long as the bequeathal remained in abeyance.
Lady Dewsbury lived in the heart of the fashionable part of London.
Mildred went up alone. Mrs. Arkell had made a hundred words over it; but
Mildred stood out for her independence: if she were not fit to take care
of herself on a journey to London by day, she urged, how should she be
fit to enter on the life she had carved out for herself? She found no
trouble. Mr. Arkell had given instructions to the guard, and he called a
coach for her at the journey's end. One of Mildred's great surprises on
entering Lady Dewsbury's house was, to find that lady young. As the
widow of the colonel's eldest brother--and the colonel himself was past
middle age--Mildred had pictured in her mind a woman of at least fifty.
Lady Dewsbury, however, did not look more than thirty, and Mildred was
puzzled, for she knew there was a grown-up son, Sir Edward. Lady
Dewsbury was a plain woman, with a sickly look, and teeth that projected
very much; but the expression of her face was homely and kindly, and
Mildred liked her at the first glance. She was leaning back in an
invalid chair; a peculiar sort of chair, the like of which Mildred had
never seen, and a maid stood before her holding a cup of tea. Mildred
found afterwards that Lady Dewsbury suffered from an internal complaint;
nothing dangerous in itself, but tedious, and often painful. It caused
her to live completely the life of an invalid; going out very little,
and receiving few visitors. The medical men said if she could live over
the next ten years or so, she might recover, and be afterwards a strong
woman.
Nothing could be more kind and cordial than her reception of Mildred.
She received her more as an equal than an attendant. It relieved Mildred
excessively. Reared in her simple country home, a Lady Dewsbury, or Lady
anybody else, was a formidable personage to Mildred; one of the
high-born and unapproachable of the land. It must be confessed that
Mildred was at first as timid as ever poor humble Betsey Travice could
have been; and nearly broke down as she ventured on a word of hope that
"My lady," "her ladyship," would find her equal to her duties.
"Stay, my dear," said Lady Dewsbury, detecting the embarrassment--and
smiling at it--"let us begin as we are to go on. I am neither my lady
nor your ladyship to you, remember. When you have occasion to address me
by name, I am Lady Dewsbury; but that need not be often. Mrs. Dewsbury
said you were coming to be my maid, I think?"
"Yes," replied Mildred.
"I told her to say it, because I shall require many little services
performed for me on my worst days that properly belong to a maid to
perform; and I did not like to deceive you in any way. But can you
understand me when I say that I do not wish you to do these things for
me as a servant, but as a friend?"
"I shall be so happy to do them," murmured Mildred.
"I do not wish to keep two persons near me, a companion and a maid. I
have tried it, and it does not answer. Until my sister married, she
lived with me, my companion; and I had my maid. After my sister left, I
engaged a lady to replace her, but she and the maid did not get on
together; the one grew jealous of the other, and things became so
unpleasant, that I gave both of them notice to leave. It then occurred
to me that I might unite the two in one, if by good luck I could find a
well-educated and yet domesticated lady, who would not be above waiting
on an invalid. And I happened to mention this to Mrs. Dewsbury."
"I hope you will like me; I hope I shall suit," was Mildred's only
answering comment.
"I like you already," returned Lady Dewsbury. "I am apt to take fancies
to faces, and the contrary, and I have taken a fancy to yours. But I
will go on with my explanation. You will not be regarded in the light of
a servant, or ever treated as one. You will generally sit with me, and
take your meals with me when I am alone. If I have visitors, you will
take them in the little sitting-room appropriated for yourself. The
servants will wait upon you, and observe to you proper respect. I have
not told them you are coming here as my maid, but as my friend and
companion."
Mildred felt overpowered at the kindness.
"In reality you will, as I have said, in many respects be my maid; that
is, you will have to do for me a maid's duties," proceeded Lady
Dewsbury. "You will dress me and undress me. You will sleep in the next
room to mine, with the door open between, so as to hear me when I call;
for I am sorry to say, my sufferings occasionally require sudden
attendance in the night. As my companion, you will read to me, write
letters for me, go with me in the carriage when I travel, help me with
my worsted work, of which I am very fond, do my personal errands for me
out of doors, give orders to the servants when I am not well enough,
keep the housekeeping accounts, and always be--patient, willing, and
good-tempered."
Lady Dewsbury said the last words with a laugh.
Mildred gave one of her sweet smiles in answer.
"I really mean it though, Miss Arkell," continued Lady Dewsbury.
"Patience is absolutely essential for one who has to be with a sufferer
like myself; and I could not bear one about me for a day who showed
unwillingness or ill-temper. The trouble that I am obliged to give, is
sufficiently present always to my own mind; but I could not bear to have
the expression of it thrown back to me. The last and worst thing I must
now mention; and that is, the confinement. When I am pretty well, as I
am now, it is not so much; but it sometimes happens that I am very ill
for weeks together; never out of my room, scarcely out of my bed: and
not once perhaps during all that time will you be able to go out of
doors."
"I shall not mind it indeed, Lady Dewsbury," Mildred said, heartily. "I
am used to confinement. I told Mrs. Dewsbury so. Oh, if I can but suit
you, I shall not mind what I do. I think it seems a very, very nice
place. I did not expect to meet with one half so good."
"How old do you think I am?" suddenly asked Lady Dewsbury. "Perhaps Mrs.
Dewsbury mentioned it to you?"
"It is puzzling me," said Mildred, candidly, quite overlooking the last
question. "I could not take you to be more than thirty; but I--I had
fancied--I beg your pardon, Lady Dewsbury--that you must be quite
fifty. I thought Sir Edward was some years past twenty."
"Sir Edward?--what has that to do with--oh, I see! You are taking Sir
Edward to be my son. Why, he is nearly as old as I am, and I am
thirty-five. I was Sir John Dewsbury's second wife. I never had any
children. Sir Edward comes here sometimes. We are very good friends."
Mildred's puzzle was explained, and Lady Dewsbury sent her away, happy,
to see her room. It had been a gracious reception, a cordial welcome;
and it seemed to whisper an earnest of future comfort, of length of
service.
Lady Dewsbury was tolerably well at that period, and Mildred found that
she might take advantage of it to pay an afternoon visit to Betsey
Travice. She sent word that she was coming, and Betsey was in readiness
to receive her; and Mrs. Dundyke, a stout lady in faded black silk, had
a sumptuous meal ready: muffins, bread and butter, shrimps, and
water-cress.
The parlour, on a level with the kitchen, was a very shabby one, and the
bells of the house kept clanging incessantly, and Mrs. Dundyke went in
and out to urge the servant to alacrity in answering them, and two
troublesome fractious children, of eighteen months, and three years old,
insisted on monopolizing the cares of Betsey; and altogether Mildred
_wondered_ that Betsey could or would stop there.
"But I like it," whispered Betsey, "I do indeed. Mrs. Dundyke is not
handsome, but she's very kind-hearted, and the children are fond of me;
and I feel at home here, and there's a great deal in that. And
besides----"
"Besides--what?" asked Mildred, for the words had come to a sudden
stand-still.
"There's David," came forth the faint and shame-faced answer.
"David?"
"Mrs. Dundyke's son. We are to be married sometime."
Mildred had the honour of an introduction to the gentleman before she
left--for Mr. David came in--a young man above the middle height,
somewhat free and confident in his address and manners. He was not
bad-looking, and he was attired sufficiently well; for the house he was
in, in Fenchurch-street, was one of the first houses of its class, and
would not have tolerated shabbiness in any of its clerks. The
shirt-sleeve episodes, the blacking-boot and carrying-up coal attire, so
vivid in the remembrance of Charlotte Travice, were kept for home, for
late at night and early morning. Of this, Mildred saw nothing, heard
nothing.
"He has eighty pounds a year now," whispered Betsey to Mildred; "his
next rise will be a hundred and fifty. And then, when it has got to
that----," the blush on the cheeks, the downcast eyes, told the rest.
"Them there shrimps ain't bad; take some more of 'em."
Mildred positively started--not at the invitation so abruptly given to
her, but at the wording of it. It was the first sentence she had heard
him speak. Had he framed it in joke?
No; it was his habitual manner of speaking. She cast her compassionate
eyes on Betsey Travice, just as Charlotte would have cast her indignant
ones. But Betsey was used to him, and did not _feel_ the degradation.
"Now, mother, don't you worry your inside out after that girl," he said,
as Mrs. Dundyke, for the fiftieth time, plunged into the kitchen,
groaning over the shortcomings of the servant. "You won't live no longer
for it. Betsey, just put them two squalling chickens down, and pour me
out a drop more tea; make yourself useful if you can till mother comes
back. Won't you take no more, Miss Arkell?"
"Betsey," asked Mildred, in a low tone, as they were alone for a few
minutes when Mildred was about to leave, "do you _like_ Mr. David
Dundyke?"
Betsey's face was sufficient answer.
"I think you ought not to be too precipitate to say you will do this or
do the other. You are young, Mr. Dundyke is young, and--and--if you had
had more experience in the world, you might not have engaged yourself to
_him_."
"Thank you kindly; that is just as Charlotte says. But we are not going
to marry yet."
"Betsey--you will excuse me for saying it: if I speak, it is for your
own sake--do you consider Mr. Dundyke, with his--his apparently
imperfect education, is suitable for you?"
"Indeed," answered Betsey, "his education is better than it appears. He
has fallen into this odd way of speaking from habit, from association
with his mother. _She_ speaks so, you must perceive. He rather prides
himself upon keeping it up, upon not being what he calls fine. And he is
so clever in his business!"
Mildred could not at all understand that sort of "pride." Betsey Travice
noticed the gravity of her eye.
"What education have _I_ had, Miss Arkell? None. I learnt to read, and
write, and spell, and I learnt nothing more. If I speak as a lady, it is
because I was born to it, because papa and mamma and Charlotte so spoke,
not from any advantages they gave me. I have been kept down all my
life. Charlotte was made a lady of, and I was made to work. When I was
only six years old I had to wait on mamma and Charlotte. I am not
complaining of this; I like work; but I mention it, to ask you in what
way, remembering these things, I am better than David Dundyke?"
In truth, Mildred could not say.
"What am I now but a burden on his mother?" continued Betsey. "In one
sense I repay my cost; for, if I were not here, she would have to take a
servant for the two little children. I have no prospects at all; I have
nobody in the world to help me; indeed, Miss Arkell, it is _generous_ of
David to ask me to be his wife."
"You might find a home with your sister, now she has one. You ought to
have it with her."
Betsey shook her head. "You don't know Charlotte," was all she answered.
Mildred dropped the subject. She took a ring from her purse, an emerald
set round with pearls, and put it into Betsey's hand.
"It was my mother's," she said, "and I brought it for you. She had two
of these rings just alike; one of them had belonged to a sister of hers
who died. I wear the other--see! My mother was very poor, Betsey, or she
might have left something worth the acceptance of you, her
goddaughter."
Betsey Travice burst into tears, partly at the kind words, partly at the
munificence of the gift, for she had never possessed so much as a brass
ring in all her life.
"It is too good for me," she said; "I ought not to take it from you. I
would not, but for your having one like it. What have I done that you
should all be so kind to me? But I will never part with the ring."
And, indeed, the contrast between the kindness to her of the Arkells
generally and the unfeeling behaviour of her sister Charlotte, could but
mark its indelible trace on even the humble mind of Betsey Travice.
"Has Charlotte come home?" she asked.
"Have you heard from her?" exclaimed Mildred in astonishment. "She came
home before I left Westerbury."
Betsey shook her head. "We are not to keep up any correspondence;
Charlotte said it would not do; that our paths in life lay apart; hers
up in the world, mine down; and she did not care to own me for a sister.
Of course I know I _am_ inferior to Charlotte, and always have been; but
still----"
Betsey broke down. The grieved heart was full.