Even the humblest abode can look gay and bright when it is decked all
over with flowers, and when the windows look out on gay gardens and
blooming plants, and lake in also distant peeps of lovely country. Kent
has been well called the garden of England, and that part where Silas
Lynn lived, and where his little flower farm was, was as brilliant and
as rich in all kinds of vegetation as any spot in the whole of the
county.
Aunt Hannah Royal was, as she expressed it, in every event "all one
thing or t'other." She either went with all her heart and soul for a
person, or she determined to oppose them with equal vigour. There was
nothing half-hearted about her, she could never have been called in any
sense of the word lukewarm. She had come to Silas's cottage with the
full intention of opposing his marriage with Jill, and, if possible,
preventing it. She had left the cottage on the first night of her
interview considerably softened in her views with regard to things in
general. She had made up her mind to see Jill before she took any more
steps against her. She had also made up her mind that the tea-drinking
out of that delicate "chaney" should prove a success.
When Jill arrived, and when shortly afterwards she echoed Aunt Hannah's
sentiments with regard to the lovely cups and saucers, the old woman's
heart was completely won. She ceased to oppose Silas's marriage. She
kissed him when she next saw him, and told him that the "gel wor a
sweet-looking gel, and she made no doubt as she'd be humble and
teachable, and willing to learn, not only of her husband, but of her
Aunt Hannah."
"Then, Aunt Hannah," said Silas, "you'll ondertake the wedding-feast,
won't you?"
Aunt Hannah decided that she would, and the next morning she came to
live at the cottage, and spent every instant of her time preparing the
eatables, without which no wedding in her opinion could be properly
solemnised.
A few of the village folks had been asked to meet the bride at Silas's
little cottage. The whole party were then to walk to church together,
and afterwards, late in the evening, Silas and his wife were to go away
by train to the nearest sea-side place.
This was the little programme which Aunt Hannah Royal devoutly believed
was to be carried out.
Mary Ann Hatton, Mrs Hibberty Jones, another neighbour of the name of
Ann Spires, and two or three men, were all waiting in the little parlour
when Silas appeared leading Jill by the hand.
The little bride wore a new print dress with a tiny spray of rose-buds
all over it. Her beautiful hair was bound tightly round her head, but
in spite of all her careful brushing, some tendrils would get loose.
She wore no ornament of any kind, not even a flower from Silas's garden.
As he took her hand and led her into the midst of his friends, she
looked at him as if expecting the gay bouquet which he had promised her.
He took no notice of her questioning gaze, however, but, leading her
forward, stood before the expectant company.
"Neighbours and friends," he said, "I ha' to thank you for coming here
to-day. You have known me, most of you, for many years, and I'm sure
you are all willing and proud to look on at the great 'appiness which it
seems to you I'm 'bout to have."
When Silas said these words, old Peters made a profound bow to the
bride.
"There ain't no doubt on the pint of _your_ 'appiness, Silas," he said.
"I don't think there is any doubt," answered Silas, with a queer look on
his face. "Ef I wor to take this young gel to my 'eart it'd be all the
same as ef I wor back again in the spring-time of life. The gladness
and the lightness of youth would come back to me. Summer's all very
well," continued Silas, looking round at his friends, "but for gaiety
there's no time like spring. Now this young gel is in the early spring,
and I, neighbours, I'm a man as is enjoying of his late summer. I'm
full-blown, and this yere young gel is a bud. Now which, neighbours,
would you say wor the most waluable from the market-gardener's pint of
view, the bud or the flower wot's come to its maturity?"
"I allers set store by buds," said Mary Ann Hatton, in her tart voice.
"There's a sight o' promise 'bout 'em, and we know as the full-blown
flower have _had_ its day; but I'm meaning no disrespect to you, Silas."
"No more you are, Mary Ann, and I'm obleeged for a plain answer. Now
that pint's clear. The bud's more waluable nor the full-blown flower.
Neighbours, I'm glad to see yer, for I ha' got a case for you all to
decide. I didn't think as there wor sech a decision to be made when I
asked yer to my wedding, but circumstances has arose sence I last saw
any of yer, wot makes it but fair that this young gel should get your
mature opinion."
"Wot is it, Silas?" asked Jill, suddenly turning round and looking at
him. "I ha' come down yere to wed yer; it ain't no affair of anyone's
but yours and mine. Maybe we ought to be going to the church, Silas;
maybe it's 'bout time."
"Hark to the little cuttin'" said Silas, with a harsh, troubled laugh;
"you can't none of yer say, neighbours, as she ain't willin'. Now, my
little dearie, you let Silas speak. I ha' thought it all out, and I
means to put the case to my good friends here. I think they has already
answered me, but I'll put the question once more. Neighbours all, ef
one of us two could only be made 'appy by this yere wedding, which is to
be most considered, the bud or the full-blown flower?"
"It's a wery queer question," said Peters, "but, in course, we must give
it for the bud, Silas."
"No, I don't see nothink of the sort," exclaimed Aunt Hannah. "Silas
Lynn is a man of family; he comes of a pious stock, what tuk great care
of their chaney, and mended their carpets, and polished up their
furniture. Silas's mother, what died of the asthmey, were as
God-fearing and 'spectable a woman as wore shoe leather. Silas comes of
a good stock, and that, in a case of weddin', is much to be considered.
I'm not saying anythink agen that young gel; she has right opinions, and
she can be trained; but when all's said and done, she's a London gel,
and she's in rare luck to get Silas."
"That's wot I think, Aunt Hannah," said Jill; she went up to Silas as
she spoke and linked her hand in his arm. "I'm not ashamed to say,
Silas," she continued, looking him full in the face with a great
tenderness filling her eyes, "that I love yer better each day. I'm
abundantly willing to marry yer, Silas."
"Thank you, my little gel," said Silas. "Thank you, too, Aunt Hannah,
but in a case like the present a man must judge for himself. I'll ask
yer now one plain question, Jill. Look solemn into yer 'eart, my gel,
and tell me true as you wor standing afore the angels, is there no man
on this 'arth what you love better nor me? You answer me that pint
werry plain. Do you love me, Silas Lynn, better nor anyone else on
God's wide 'arth?"
Silas's words, his attitude, the piercing way he looked at Jill had a
great effect on all the visitors. Even Aunt Hannah began to feel that
there was more in all this talk than appeared on the surface. As for
Jill herself, she turned first pale, then rosy red. After a very short
pause she said in a queer tone:
"I couldn't tell yer a lie to-day, Silas. I can only say, let by-gones
be by-gones, and I can faithfully promise afore God Almighty to make yer
a good wife."
"But I won't have yer for a wife ef you don't love me best of all," said
Silas. "Wait one moment, Jill. There's someone else to have a say in
this yere." He walked across the room and flung the door open. "Come
in, Nat Carter, and speak for yerself," he called out. "Ef Jill can say
as she loves me more than you, why I'll take her to church and wed her.
Ef not--now, Nat, come in and speak, man."
There was a little buzz amongst the guests. Mary Ann Hatton was heard
to say afterwards that she never felt nearer fainting in her life. She
uttered a little gasp which no one heard; Aunt Hannah gave a snort which
no one listened to. All the pairs of eyes were fixed on the handsome
straight-looking young man who came into the room, who blushed as deeply
as Jill did, and walked at once to her side.
"Jill," he exclaimed, "there never wor such a noble fellow as this yere
Silas Lynn. He ha' put a deal o' things straight 'tween you and me this
morning, and if you still loves me best, why, sweet-heart."
"Oh, Nat, I do, I do, I can't help it," exclaimed poor Jill. She flung
herself into her lover's arms, who kissed her passionately on her brow
and lips.
"Take her out for a bit into the garden," whispered Silas in a hoarse
voice to the young man; "go away, both on yer, for a little, while I
'splain things to the neighbours."