Miller Loveday was the representative of an ancient family of
corn-grinders whose history is lost in the mists of antiquity. His
ancestral line was contemporaneous with that of De Ros, Howard, and De La
Zouche; but, owing to some trifling deficiency in the possessions of the
house of Loveday, the individual names and intermarriages of its members
were not recorded during the Middle Ages, and thus their private lives in
any given century were uncertain. But it was known that the family had
formed matrimonial alliances with farmers not so very small, and once
with a gentleman-tanner, who had for many years purchased after their
death the horses of the most aristocratic persons in the county--fiery
steeds that earlier in their career had been valued at many hundred
guineas.
It was also ascertained that Mr. Loveday's great-grandparents had been
eight in number, and his great-great-grandparents sixteen, every one of
whom reached to years of discretion: at every stage backwards his sires
and gammers thus doubled and doubled till they became a vast body of
Gothic ladies and gentlemen of the rank known as ceorls or villeins, full
of importance to the country at large, and ramifying throughout the
unwritten history of England. His immediate father had greatly improved
the value of their residence by building a new chimney, and setting up an
additional pair of millstones.
Overcombe Mill presented at one end the appearance of a hard-worked house
slipping into the river, and at the other of an idle, genteel place, half-
cloaked with creepers at this time of the year, and having no visible
connexion with flour. It had hips instead of gables, giving it a round-
shouldered look, four chimneys with no smoke coming out of them, two
zigzag cracks in the wall, several open windows, with a looking-glass
here and there inside, showing its warped back to the passer-by; snowy
dimity curtains waving in the draught; two mill doors, one above the
other, the upper enabling a person to step out upon nothing at a height
of ten feet from the ground; a gaping arch vomiting the river, and a
lean, long-nosed fellow looking out from the mill doorway, who was the
hired grinder, except when a bulging fifteen stone man occupied the same
place, namely, the miller himself.
Behind the mill door, and invisible to the mere wayfarer who did not
visit the family, were chalked addition and subtraction sums, many of
them originally done wrong, and the figures half rubbed out and
corrected, noughts being turned into nines, and ones into twos. These
were the miller's private calculations. There were also chalked in the
same place rows and rows of strokes like open palings, representing the
calculations of the grinder, who in his youthful ciphering studies had
not gone so far as Arabic figures.
In the court in front were two worn-out millstones, made useful again by
being let in level with the ground. Here people stood to smoke and
consider things in muddy weather; and cats slept on the clean surfaces
when it was hot. In the large stubbard-tree at the corner of the garden
was erected a pole of larch fir, which the miller had bought with others
at a sale of small timber in Damer's Wood one Christmas week. It rose
from the upper boughs of the tree to about the height of a fisherman's
mast, and on the top was a vane in the form of a sailor with his arm
stretched out. When the sun shone upon this figure it could be seen that
the greater part of his countenance was gone, and the paint washed from
his body so far as to reveal that he had been a soldier in red before he
became a sailor in blue. The image had, in fact, been John, one of our
coming characters, and was then turned into Robert, another of them. This
revolving piece of statuary could not, however, be relied on as a vane,
owing to the neighbouring hill, which formed variable currents in the
wind.
The leafy and quieter wing of the mill-house was the part occupied by
Mrs. Garland and her daughter, who made up in summer-time for the
narrowness of their quarters by overflowing into the garden on stools and
chairs. The parlour or dining-room had a stone floor--a fact which the
widow sought to disguise by double carpeting, lest the standing of Anne
and herself should be lowered in the public eye. Here now the mid-day
meal went lightly and mincingly on, as it does where there is no greedy
carnivorous man to keep the dishes about, and was hanging on the close
when somebody entered the passage as far as the chink of the parlour
door, and tapped. This proceeding was probably adopted to kindly avoid
giving trouble to Susan, the neighbour's pink daughter, who helped at
Mrs. Garland's in the mornings, but was at that moment particularly
occupied in standing on the water-butt and gazing at the soldiers, with
an inhaling position of the mouth and circular eyes.
There was a flutter in the little dining-room--the sensitiveness of
habitual solitude makes hearts beat for preternaturally small reasons--and
a guessing as to who the visitor might be. It was some military
gentleman from the camp perhaps? No; that was impossible. It was the
parson? No; he would not come at dinner-time. It was the well-informed
man who travelled with drapery and the best Birmingham earrings? Not at
all; his time was not till Thursday at three. Before they could think
further the visitor moved forward another step, and the diners got a
glimpse of him through the same friendly chink that had afforded him a
view of the Garland dinner-table.
'O! It is only Loveday.'
This approximation to nobody was the miller above mentioned, a hale man
of fifty-five or sixty--hale all through, as many were in those days, and
not merely veneered with purple by exhilarating victuals and drinks,
though the latter were not at all despised by him. His face was indeed
rather pale than otherwise, for he had just come from the mill. It was
capable of immense changes of expression: mobility was its essence, a
roll of flesh forming a buttress to his nose on each side, and a deep
ravine lying between his lower lip and the tumulus represented by his
chin. These fleshy lumps moved stealthily, as if of their own accord,
whenever his fancy was tickled.
His eyes having lighted on the table-cloth, plates, and viands, he found
himself in a position which had a sensible awkwardness for a modest man
who always liked to enter only at seasonable times the presence of a girl
of such pleasantly soft ways as Anne Garland, she who could make apples
seem like peaches, and throw over her shillings the glamour of guineas
when she paid him for flour.
'Dinner is over, neighbour Loveday; please come in,' said the widow,
seeing his case. The miller said something about coming in presently;
but Anne pressed him to stay, with a tender motion of her lip as it
played on the verge of a solicitous smile without quite lapsing into
one--her habitual manner when speaking.
Loveday took off his low-crowned hat and advanced. He had not come about
pigs or fowls this time. 'You have been looking out, like the rest o'
us, no doubt, Mrs. Garland, at the mampus of soldiers that have come upon
the down? Well, one of the horse regiments is the --th Dragoons, my son
John's regiment, you know.'
The announcement, though it interested them, did not create such an
effect as the father of John had seemed to anticipate; but Anne, who
liked to say pleasant things, replied, 'The dragoons looked nicer than
the foot, or the German cavalry either.'
'They are a handsome body of men,' said the miller in a disinterested
voice. 'Faith! I didn't know they were coming, though it may be in the
newspaper all the time. But old Derriman keeps it so long that we never
know things till they be in everybody's mouth.'
This Derriman was a squireen living near, who was chiefly distinguished
in the present warlike time by having a nephew in the yeomanry.
'We were told that the yeomanry went along the turnpike road yesterday,'
said Anne; 'and they say that they were a pretty sight, and quite
soldierly.'
'Ah! well--they be not regulars,' said Miller Loveday, keeping back
harsher criticism as uncalled for. But inflamed by the arrival of the
dragoons, which had been the exciting cause of his call, his mind would
not go to yeomanry. 'John has not been home these five years,' he said.
'And what rank does he hold now?' said the widow.
'He's trumpet-major, ma'am; and a good musician.' The miller, who was a
good father, went on to explain that John had seen some service, too. He
had enlisted when the regiment was lying in this neighbourhood, more than
eleven years before, which put his father out of temper with him, as he
had wished him to follow on at the mill. But as the lad had enlisted
seriously, and as he had often said that he would be a soldier, the
miller had thought that he would let Jack take his chance in the
profession of his choice.
Loveday had two sons, and the second was now brought into the
conversation by a remark of Anne's that neither of them seemed to care
for the miller's business.
'No,' said Loveday in a less buoyant tone. 'Robert, you see, must needs
go to sea.'
'He is much younger than his brother?' said Mrs. Garland.
About four years, the miller told her. His soldier son was
two-and-thirty, and Bob was twenty-eight. When Bob returned from his
present voyage, he was to be persuaded to stay and assist as grinder in
the mill, and go to sea no more.
'A sailor-miller!' said Anne.
'O, he knows as much about mill business as I do,' said Loveday; 'he was
intended for it, you know, like John. But, bless me!' he continued, 'I
am before my story. I'm come more particularly to ask you, ma'am, and
you, Anne my honey, if you will join me and a few friends at a leetle
homely supper that I shall gi'e to please the chap now he's come? I can
do no less than have a bit of a randy, as the saying is, now that he's
here safe and sound.'
Mrs. Garland wanted to catch her daughter's eye; she was in some doubt
about her answer. But Anne's eye was not to be caught, for she hated
hints, nods, and calculations of any kind in matters which should be
regulated by impulse; and the matron replied, 'If so be 'tis possible,
we'll be there. You will tell us the day?'
He would, as soon as he had seen son John. ''Twill be rather untidy, you
know, owing to my having no womenfolks in the house; and my man David is
a poor dunder-headed feller for getting up a feast. Poor chap! his sight
is bad, that's true, and he's very good at making the beds, and oiling
the legs of the chairs and other furniture, or I should have got rid of
him years ago.'
'You should have a woman to attend to the house, Loveday,' said the
widow.
'Yes, I should, but--. Well, 'tis a fine day, neighbours. Hark! I
fancy I hear the noise of pots and pans up at the camp, or my ears
deceive me. Poor fellows, they must be hungry! Good day t'ye, ma'am.'
And the miller went away.
All that afternoon Overcombe continued in a ferment of interest in the
military investment, which brought the excitement of an invasion without
the strife. There were great discussions on the merits and appearance of
the soldiery. The event opened up, to the girls unbounded possibilities
of adoring and being adored, and to the young men an embarrassment of
dashing acquaintances which quite superseded falling in love. Thirteen
of these lads incontinently stated within the space of a quarter of an
hour that there was nothing in the world like going for a soldier. The
young women stated little, but perhaps thought the more; though, in
justice, they glanced round towards the encampment from the corners of
their blue and brown eyes in the most demure and modest manner that could
be desired.
In the evening the village was lively with soldiers' wives; a tree full
of starlings would not have rivalled the chatter that was going on. These
ladies were very brilliantly dressed, with more regard for colour than
for material. Purple, red, and blue bonnets were numerous, with bunches
of cocks' feathers; and one had on an Arcadian hat of green sarcenet,
turned up in front to show her cap underneath. It had once belonged to
an officer's lady, and was not so much stained, except where the
occasional storms of rain, incidental to a military life, had caused the
green to run and stagnate in curious watermarks like peninsulas and
islands. Some of the prettiest of these butterfly wives had been
fortunate enough to get lodgings in the cottages, and were thus spared
the necessity of living in huts and tents on the down. Those who had not
been so fortunate were not rendered more amiable by the success of their
sisters-in-arms, and called them names which brought forth retorts and
rejoinders; till the end of these alternative remarks seemed dependent
upon the close of the day.
One of these new arrivals, who had a rosy nose and a slight thickness of
voice, which, as Anne said, she couldn't help, poor thing, seemed to have
seen so much of the world, and to have been in so many campaigns, that
Anne would have liked to take her into their own house, so as to acquire
some of that practical knowledge of the history of England which the lady
possessed, and which could not be got from books. But the narrowness of
Mrs. Garland's rooms absolutely forbade this, and the houseless treasury
of experience was obliged to look for quarters elsewhere.
That night Anne retired early to bed. The events of the day, cheerful as
they were in themselves, had been unusual enough to give her a slight
headache. Before getting into bed she went to the window, and lifted the
white curtains that hung across it. The moon was shining, though not as
yet into the valley, but just peeping above the ridge of the down, where
the white cones of the encampment were softly touched by its light. The
quarter-guard and foremost tents showed themselves prominently; but the
body of the camp, the officers' tents, kitchens, canteen, and
appurtenances in the rear were blotted out by the ground, because of its
height above her. She could discern the forms of one or two sentries
moving to and fro across the disc of the moon at intervals. She could
hear the frequent shuffling and tossing of the horses tied to the
pickets; and in the other direction the miles-long voice of the sea,
whispering a louder note at those points of its length where hampered in
its ebb and flow by some jutting promontory or group of boulders. Louder
sounds suddenly broke this approach to silence; they came from the camp
of dragoons, were taken up further to the right by the camp of the
Hanoverians, and further on still by the body of infantry. It was
tattoo. Feeling no desire to sleep, she listened yet longer, looked at
Charles's Wain swinging over the church tower, and the moon ascending
higher and higher over the right-hand streets of tents, where, instead of
parade and bustle, there was nothing going on but snores and dreams, the
tired soldiers lying by this time under their proper canvases, radiating
like spokes from the pole of each tent.
At last Anne gave up thinking, and retired like the rest. The night wore
on, and, except the occasional 'All's well' of the sentries, no voice was
heard in the camp or in the village below.