JOB LEGG'S AMBITION
A disquieting and wholly unexpected event now broke into the strenuous
days of the mistress of 'The Seven Stars.' It followed another, which
was now a thing of the past; but Mrs. Northover had scarcely finished
being thankful that the old order was restored again, when that occurred
to prove the old order could never be restored.
Job Legg had been called away to the deathbed of an aged uncle. For a
fortnight he was absent, and during that time Nelly Northover found
herself the victim of a revelation. She perceived, indeed, startling
truths until then hidden from her, and found the absence of Job created
undreamed-of complications. At every turn she missed the man and
discovered, very much to her own surprise, that this most unassuming
person appeared vital to the success of her famous house. On every hand
she heard the same words; all progress was suspended; nothing could
advance until the return of Mr. Legg. 'The Seven Stars' were arrested in
their courses while he continued absent.
Thus his temporary disappearance affected the system and proved that
around the sun of Job Legg, quite as much as his mistress, the galaxy
revolved; but something more than this remained to be discovered by Mrs.
Northover herself. She found that not only had she undervalued his
significance and importance in her scheme of things; but that she
entertained a personal regard for the man, unsuspected until he was
absent. She missed him at every turn; and when he came back to her, after
burying his uncle, Mrs. Northover could have kissed him.
This she did not do; but she was honest; she related the suspension of
many great affairs for need of Job; she described to him the dislocation
that his departure had occasioned and declared her hearty thankfulness
that her right hand had returned to her.
"You was uppermost in my mind a thousand times a day, Job; and when it
came to doing the fifty thousand things you do, I began to see what
there is to you," said Nelly Northover. "And this I'll say: you haven't
been getting enough money along with me."
He was pleased and smiled and thanked her.
"I've missed 'The Stars,'" he said, "and am very glad to be back."
Then when things were settled down and Mrs. Northover happy and content
once more, Mr. Legg cast her into much doubt and uncertainty. Indeed his
attitude so unexpected, awoke a measure of dismay. Life, that Nelly
hoped was becoming static and comfortable again, suddenly grew highly
dynamic. Changes stared her in the face and that was done which nothing
could undo.
On the night that Raymond Ironsyde left Sabina at West Haven and
returned to Bridport, Mr. Legg, the day's work done, drank a glass of
sloe gin in Mrs. Northover's little parlour and uttered a startling
proposition--the last to have been expected.
The landlady herself unconsciously opened the way to it, for she touched
the matter of his wages and announced her purpose to increase them by
five shillings a week. Then he spoke.
"Before we talk about that, hear me," he said. "You were too nice-minded
to ask me if I got anything by the death of my old man; but I may tell
you, that I got everything. And there was a great deal more than anybody
knew. In short he's left me a shade over two hundred pounds per annum,
and that with my own savings--for I've saved since I was thirteen years
old--brings my income somewhere near the two hundred and fifty mark--not
counting wages."
"Good powers, Job! But I am glad. Never none on earth deserved a bit
better than you do."
"And yet," he said, "I only ask myself if all this lifts me high enough
to say what I want to say. You know me for a modest man, Mrs.
Northover."
"None more so, Job."
"And therefore I've thought a good deal about it and come to it by the
way of reason as well as inclination. In fact I began to think about
what I'm going to say now, many years ago after your husband died. And I
just let the idea go on till the appointed time, if ever it should come;
and when my uncle died and left a bit over four thousand pounds to me, I
felt the hour had struck!"
Nelly's heart sank.
"You're going?" she said. "All this means that you are going into
business on your own, Legg."
"Let me finish. But be sure of one thing; I'm not going if I can stay
with peace and honour. If I can't, then, of course, I must go. To go
would be a terrible sad thing for me, for I've grown into this place and
feel as much a part of it as the beer engine, or the herbaceous border.
But I had to weigh the chances, and I may say my cautious bent of mind
showed very clearly what they were. And, so, first, I'll tell what a
flight I've took and what a thought I've dared, and then I'll ask you,
being a woman with a quick mind and tongue, to answer nothing for the
moment, and say no word that you may wish to recall after."
"All very wise and proper, I'm sure."
"If it ain't, God forgive me, seeing I've been working it out in my mind
for very near twenty years. And I say this, that being now a man of
capital, and a healthy and respectable man, and well thought of, I
believe, and nothing against me to my knowledge, I offer to marry you,
Nelly Northover. The idea, of course, comes upon you like a bolt from
the blue, as I can see by your face; but before you answer 'No,' I must
say I've loved you in a respectful manner for many years, and though I
knew my place too well to say so, I let it appear by faithful service
and very sharp eyes always on your interests--day and night you may
say."
"That is true," she said. "I didn't know my luck."
"I don't say that. Any honourable man would have done so much, very
likely; but perhaps--however, I'm not here to praise myself but to
praise you; and I may add I never in a large experience saw the
woman--maid, wife or widow--to hold a candle to you for brains and
energy and far-reaching fine qualities in general. And therefore I never
could be worthy of you, and I don't pretend to it, and the man who did
would be a very vain and windy fool; but such is my high opinion and
great desire to be your husband that I risk, you may say, everything by
offering myself."
"This is a very great surprise, Job."
"So great that you must do me one good turn and not answer without
letting it sink in, if you please. I have a right to beg that. Of course
I know on the spur of the moment the really nice-minded woman always
turns down the adventurous male. 'Tis their delicate instinct so to do.
But you won't do that--for fairness to me. And there's more to it yet,
because we've got to think of fairness to you also. I wouldn't have you
buy a pig in a poke and take a man of means without knowing where you
stood. So I may say that if you presently felt the same as I do about
it, I should spend a bit of my capital on 'The Seven Stars,' which, in
my judgment, is now crying for capital expenditure."
"It is," admitted Mrs. Northover, "I grant you that."
"Very well, then. It would be my pride--"
He was interrupted, for the bell of the inn rang and a moment later
Raymond Ironsyde appeared in the hall. He had come for supper and bed.
"Good evening, Mrs. Northover," he said. "I'm belated and starving into
the bargain. Have you got a room?"
"For that matter, yes," she answered not very enthusiastically. "But
surely 'The Tiger's' your house, sir?"
"I'm not bound to 'The Tiger,' and very likely shall never go there
again. Gurd is getting too big for his shoes and seems to think he's
called upon to preach sermons to his customers, besides doing his duty
as a publican. If I want sermons I can go to church for them, not to an
inn. Give me some supper and a bottle of your best claret. I'm tired and
bothered."
A customer was a customer and Mrs. Northover had far too much experience
to take up the cudgels for her friend over the way. She guessed pretty
accurately at the subject of Richard Gurd's discourse, yet wondered that
he should have spoken. For her own part, while quite as indignant as
others and more sorry than many that this cloud should have darkened a
famous local name, she held it no personal business of hers.
"I'll see what cold meat we've got. Would you like a chicken, sir?"
"No--beef, and plenty of it. And let me have a room."
Job Legg, concealing the mighty matters in his own bosom, soon waited
upon Raymond and found him in a sulky humour. The claret was not to his
liking and he ordered spirits. He began to smoke and drink, and from an
unamiable mood soon thawed and became talkative. He bade Job stay and
listen to him.
"I've got a hell of a lot on my mind," he said, "and it's a relief to
talk to a sensible man. There aren't many knocking about so far as I can
see."
He rambled on touching indirectly, as he imagined, at his own affairs,
but making it clear to the listener that a very considerable tumult
raged in Raymond's own mind. Then came Mrs. Northover, told the guest
that it was nearer two o'clock than one, and hoped he was soon going to
bed.
He promised to do so and she departed; but the faithful Job, himself not
sleepy, kept Raymond company. Unavailingly he urged the desirability of
sleep, but young Ironsyde sat on until he was very drunk. Then Mr. Legg
helped him upstairs and assisted him to his bed.
It was after three o'clock before he retired himself and found his mind
at liberty to speculate upon the issue of his own great adventure.