Ethelberta was a firm believer in the kindly effects of artistic
education upon the masses. She held that defilement of mind often arose
from ignorance of eye; and her philanthropy being, by the simple force of
her situation, of that sort which lingers in the neighbourhood of home,
she concentrated her efforts in this kind upon Sol and Dan. Accordingly,
the Academy exhibition having now just opened, she ordered the brothers
to appear in their best clothes at the entrance to Burlington House just
after noontide on the Saturday of the first week, this being the only day
and hour at which they could attend without 'losing a half' and therefore
it was necessary to put up with the inconvenience of arriving at a
crowded and enervating time.
When Ethelberta was set down in the quadrangle she perceived the faithful
pair, big as the Zamzummims of old time, standing like sentinels in the
particular corner that she had named to them: for Sol and Dan would as
soon have attempted petty larceny as broken faith with their admired lady-
sister Ethelberta. They welcomed her with a painfully lavish exhibition
of large new gloves, and chests covered with broad triangular areas of
padded blue silk, occupying the position that the shirt-front had
occupied in earlier days, and supposed to be lineally descended from the
tie of a neckerchief.
The dress of their sister for to-day was exactly that of a respectable
workman's relative who had no particular ambition in the matter of
fashion--a black stuff gown, a plain bonnet to match. A veil she wore
for obvious reasons: her face was getting well known in London, and it
had already appeared at the private view in an uncovered state, when it
was scrutinized more than the paintings around. But now homely and
useful labour was her purpose.
Catalogue in hand she took the two brothers through the galleries,
teaching them in whispers as they walked, and occasionally correcting
them--first, for too reverential a bearing towards the well-dressed
crowd, among whom they persisted in walking with their hats in their
hands and with the contrite bearing of meek people in church; and,
secondly, for a tendency which they too often showed towards straying
from the contemplation of the pictures as art to indulge in curious
speculations on the intrinsic nature of the delineated subject, the
gilding of the frames, the construction of the skylights overhead, or
admiration for the bracelets, lockets, and lofty eloquence of persons
around them.
'Now,' said Ethelberta, in a warning whisper, 'we are coming near the
picture which was partly painted from myself. And, Dan, when you see it,
don't you exclaim "Hullo!" or "That's Berta to a T," or anything at all.
It would not matter were it not dangerous for me to be noticed here to-
day. I see several people who would recognize me on the least
provocation.'
'Not a word,' said Dan. 'Don't you be afeard about that. I feel that I
baint upon my own ground to-day; and wouldn't do anything to cause an
upset, drown me if I would. Would you, Sol?'
In this temper they all pressed forward, and Ethelberta could not but be
gratified at the reception of Ladywell's picture, though it was accorded
by critics not very profound. It was an operation of some minutes to get
exactly opposite, and when side by side the three stood there they
overheard the immediate reason of the pressure. 'Farewell, thou art too
dear for my possessing' had been lengthily discoursed upon that morning
by the Coryphaeus of popular opinion; and the spirit having once been
poured out sons and daughters could prophesy. But, in truth, Ladywell's
work, if not emphatically original, was happily centred on a middle
stratum of taste, and apart from this adventitious help commanded, and
deserved to command, a wide area of appreciation.
While they were standing here in the very heart of the throng
Ethelberta's ears were arrested by two male voices behind her, whose
words formed a novel contrast to those of the other speakers around.
'Some men, you see, with extravagant expectations of themselves, coolly
get them gratified, while others hope rationally and are disappointed.
Luck, that's what it is. And the more easily a man takes life the more
persistently does luck follow him.'
'Of course; because, if he's industrious he does not want luck's
assistance. Natural laws will help him instead.'
'Well, if it is true that Ladywell has painted a good picture he has done
it by an exhaustive process. He has painted every possible bad one till
nothing more of that sort is left for him. You know what lady's face
served as the original to this, I suppose?'
'Mrs. Petherwin's, I hear.'
'Yes, Mrs. Alfred Neigh that's to be.'
'What, that elusive fellow caught at last?'
'So it appears; but she herself is hardly so well secured as yet, it
seems, though he takes the uncertainty as coolly as possible. I knew
nothing about it till he introduced the subject as we were standing here
on Monday, and said, in an off-hand way, "I mean to marry that lady." I
asked him how. "Easily," he said; "I will have her if there are a
hundred at her heels." You will understand that this was quite in
confidence.'
'Of course, of course.' Then there was a slight laugh, and the
companions proceeded to other gossip.
Ethelberta, calm and compressed in manner, sidled along to extricate
herself, not daring to turn round, and Dan and Sol followed, till they
were all clear of the spot. The brothers, who had heard the words
equally well with Ethelberta, made no remark to her upon them, assuming
that they referred to some peculiar system of courtship adopted in high
life, with which they had rightly no concern.
Ethelberta ostensibly continued her business of tutoring the young
workmen just as before, though every emotion in her had been put on the
alert by this discovery. She had known that Neigh admired her; yet his
presumption in uttering such a remark as he was reported to have uttered,
confidentially or otherwise, nearly took away her breath. Perhaps it was
not altogether disagreeable to have her breath so taken away.
'I mean to marry that lady.' She whispered the words to herself twenty
times in the course of the afternoon. Sol and Dan were left considerably
longer to their private perceptions of the false and true in art than
they had been earlier in the day.
When she reached home Ethelberta was still far removed in her
reflections; and it was noticed afterwards that about this time in her
career her openness of manner entirely deserted her. She mostly was
silent as to her thoughts, and she wore an air of unusual stillness. It
was the silence and stillness of a starry sky, where all is force and
motion. This deep undecipherable habit sometimes suggested, though it
did not reveal, Ethelberta's busy brain to her sisters, and they said to
one another, 'I cannot think what's coming to Berta: she is not so nice
as she used to be.'
The evening under notice was passed desultorily enough after the
discovery of Neigh's self-assured statement. Among other things that she
did after dark, while still musingly examining the probabilities of the
report turning out true, was to wander to the large attic where the
children slept, a frequent habit of hers at night, to learn if they were
snug and comfortable. They were talking now from bed to bed, the person
under discussion being herself. Herself seemed everywhere to-day.
'I know that she is a fairy,' Myrtle was insisting, 'because she must be,
to have such pretty things in her house, and wear silk dresses such as
mother and we and Picotee haven't got, and have money to give us whenever
we want it.'
'Emmeline says perhaps she knows the fairy's godmother, and is not a
fairy herself, because Berta is too tall for a real fairy.'
'She must be one; for when there was a notch burnt in the hem of my
pretty blue frock she said it should be gone in the morning if I would go
to bed and not cry; and in the morning it was gone, and all nice and
straight as new.'
Ethelberta was recalling to mind how she had sat up and repaired the
damage alluded to by cutting off half an inch of the skirt all round and
hemming it anew, when the breathing of the children became regular, and
they fell asleep. Here were bright little minds ready for a training,
which without money and influence she could never give them. The wisdom
which knowledge brings, and the power which wisdom may bring, she had
always assumed would be theirs in her dreams for their social elevation.
By what means were these things to be ensured to them if her skill in
bread-winning should fail her? Would not a well-contrived marriage be of
service? She covered and tucked in one more closely, lifted another upon
the pillow and straightened the soft limbs to an easy position; then sat
down by the window and looked out at the flashing stars. Thoughts of
Neigh's audacious statement returned again upon Ethelberta. He had said
that he meant to marry her. Of what standing was the man who had uttered
such an intention respecting one to whom a politic marriage had become
almost a necessity of existence?
She had often heard Neigh speak indefinitely of some estate--'my little
place' he had called it--which he had purchased no very long time ago.
All she knew was that its name was Farnfield, that it lay thirty or forty
miles out of London in a south-westerly direction, a railway station in
the district bearing the same name, so that there was probably a village
or small town adjoining. Whether the dignity of this landed property was
that of domain, farmstead, allotment, or garden-plot, Ethelberta had not
the slightest conception. She was almost certain that Neigh never lived
there, but that might signify nothing. The exact size and value of the
estate would, she mused, be curious, interesting, and almost necessary
information to her who must become mistress of it were she to allow him
to carry out his singularly cool and crude, if tender, intention.
Moreover, its importance would afford a very good random sample of his
worldly substance throughout, from which alone, after all, could the true
spirit and worth and seriousness of his words be apprehended.
Impecuniosity may revel in unqualified vows and brim over with
confessions as blithely as a bird of May, but such careless pleasures are
not for the solvent, whose very dreams are negotiable, and are expressed
with due care accordingly.
That Neigh had used the words she had far more than prima-facie
appearances for believing. Neigh's own conduct towards her, though
peculiar rather than devoted, found in these words alone a reasonable
key. But, supposing the estate to be such a verbal hallucination as, for
instance, hers had been at Arrowthorne, when her poor, unprogressive,
hopelessly impracticable Christopher came there to visit her, and was so
wonderfully undeceived about her social standing: what a fiasco, and what
a cuckoo-cry would his utterances about marriage seem then. Christopher
had often told her of his expectations from 'Arrowthorne Lodge,' and of
the blunders that had resulted in consequence. Had not Ethelberta's
affection for Christopher partaken less of lover's passion than of old-
established tutelary tenderness she might have been reminded by this
reflection of the transcendent fidelity he had shown under that trial--as
severe a trial, considering the abnormal, almost morbid, development of
the passion for position in present-day society, as can be prepared for
men who move in the ordinary, unheroic channels of life.
By the following evening the consideration of this possibility, that
Neigh's position might furnish scope for such a disillusive discovery by
herself as hers had afforded to Christopher, decoyed Ethelberta into a
curious little scheme. She was piqued into a practical undertaking by
the man who could say to his friend with such sangfroid, 'I mean to marry
that lady.'
Merely telling Picotee to prepare for an evening excursion, of which she
was to talk to no one, Ethelberta made ready likewise, and they left the
house in a cab about half-an-hour before sunset, and drove to the
Waterloo Station.
With the decline and departure of the sun a fog gathered itself out of
the low meadow-land that bordered the railway as they went along towards
the west, stretching over it like a placid lake, till at the end of the
journey, the mist became generally pervasive, though not dense. Avoiding
observation as much as they conveniently could, the two sisters walked
from the long wooden shed which formed the station here, into the rheumy
air and along the road to the open country. Picotee occasionally
questioned Ethelberta on the object of the strange journey: she did not
question closely, being satisfied that in such sure hands as Ethelberta's
she was safe.
Deeming it unwise to make any inquiry just yet beyond the simple one of
the way to Farnfield, Ethelberta led her companion along a newly-fenced
road across a heath. In due time they came to an ornamental gate with a
curved sweep of wall on each side, signifying the entrance to some
enclosed property or other. Ethelberta, being quite free from any
digested plan for encouraging Neigh in his resolve to wive, was startled
to find a hope in her that this very respectable beginning before their
eyes was the entrance to the Farnfield property: that she hoped it was
nevertheless unquestionable. Just beyond lay a turnpike-house, where was
dimly visible a woman in the act of putting up a shutter to the front
window.
Compelled by this time to come to special questions, Ethelberta
instructed Picotee to ask of this person if the place they had just
passed was the entrance to Farnfield Park. The woman replied that it
was. Directly she had gone indoors Ethelberta turned back again towards
the park gate.
'What have we come for, Berta?' said Picotee, as she turned also.
'I'll tell you some day,' replied her sister.
It was now much past eight o'clock, and, from the nature of the evening,
dusk. The last stopping up-train was about ten, so that half-an-hour
could well be afforded for looking round. Ethelberta went to the gate,
which was found to be fastened by a chain and padlock.
'Ah, the London season,' she murmured.
There was a wicket at the side, and they entered. An avenue of young fir
trees three or four feet in height extended from the gate into the mist,
and down this they walked. The drive was not in very good order, and the
two women were frequently obliged to walk on the grass to avoid the rough
stones in the carriage-way. The double line of young firs now abruptly
terminated, and the road swept lower, bending to the right, immediately
in front being a large lake, calm and silent as a second sky. They could
hear from somewhere on the margin the purl of a weir, and around were
clumps of shrubs, araucarias and deodars being the commonest.
Ethelberta could not resist being charmed with the repose of the spot,
and hastened on with curiosity to reach the other side of the pool,
where, by every law of manorial topography, the mansion would be situate.
The fog concealed all objects beyond a distance of twenty yards or
thereabouts, but it was nearly full moon, and though the orb was hidden,
a pale diffused light enabled them to see objects in the foreground.
Reaching the other side of the lake the drive enlarged itself most
legitimately to a large oval, as for a sweep before a door, a pile of
rockwork standing in the midst.
But where should have been the front door of a mansion was simply a rough
rail fence, about four feet high. They drew near and looked over.
In the enclosure, and on the site of the imaginary house, was an
extraordinary group. It consisted of numerous horses in the last stage
of decrepitude, the animals being such mere skeletons that at first
Ethelberta hardly recognized them to be horses at all; they seemed rather
to be specimens of some attenuated heraldic animal, scarcely thick enough
through the body to throw a shadow: or enlarged castings of the fire-dog
of past times. These poor creatures were endeavouring to make a meal
from herbage so trodden and thin that scarcely a wholesome blade
remained; the little that there was consisted of the sourer sorts common
on such sandy soils, mingled with tufts of heather and sprouting ferns.
'Why have we come here, dear Berta?' said Picotee, shuddering.
'I hardly know,' said Ethelberta.
Adjoining this enclosure was another and smaller one, formed of high
boarding, within which appeared to be some sheds and outhouses.
Ethelberta looked through the crevices, and saw that in the midst of the
yard stood trunks of trees as if they were growing, with branches also
extending, but these were sawn off at the points where they began to be
flexible, no twigs or boughs remaining. Each torso was not unlike a huge
hat-stand, and suspended to the pegs and prongs were lumps of some
substance which at first she did not recognize; they proved to be a
chronological sequel to the previous scene. Horses' skulls, ribs,
quarters, legs, and other joints were hung thereon, the whole forming a
huge open-air larder emitting not too sweet a smell.
But what Stygian sound was this? There had arisen at the moment upon the
mute and sleepy air a varied howling from a hundred tongues. It had
burst from a spot close at hand--a low wooden building by a stream which
fed the lake--and reverberated for miles. No further explanation was
required.
'We are close to a kennel of hounds,' said Ethelberta, as Picotee held
tightly to her arm. 'They cannot get out, so you need not fear. They
have a horrid way of suddenly beginning thus at different hours of the
night, for no apparent reason: though perhaps they hear us. These poor
horses are waiting to be killed for their food.'
The experience altogether, from its intense melancholy, was very
depressing, almost appalling to the two lone young women, and they
quickly retraced their footsteps. The pleasant lake, the purl of the
weir, the rudimentary lawns, shrubberies, and avenue, had changed their
character quite. Ethelberta fancied at that moment that she could not
have married Neigh, even had she loved him, so horrid did his belongings
appear to be. But for many other reasons she had been gradually feeling
within this hour that she would not go out of her way at a beck from a
man whose interest was so unimpassioned.
Thinking no more of him as a possible husband she ceased to be afraid to
make inquiries about the peculiarities of his possessions. In the high-
road they came on a local man, resting from wheeling a wheelbarrow, and
Ethelberta asked him, with the air of a countrywoman, who owned the
estate across the road.
'The man owning that is one of the name of Neigh,' said the native,
wiping his face. ''Tis a family that have made a very large fortune by
the knacker business and tanning, though they be only sleeping partners
in it now, and live like lords. Mr. Neigh was going to pull down the old
huts here, and improve the place and build a mansion--in short, he went
so far as to have the grounds planted, and the roads marked out, and the
fish-pond made, and the place christened Farnfield Park; but he did no
more. "I shall never have a wife," he said, "so why should I want a
house to put her in?" He's a terrible hater of women, I hear,
particularly the lower class.'
'Indeed!'
'Yes, and since then he has let half the land to the Honourable Mr.
Mountclere, a brother of Lord Mountclere's. Mr. Mountclere wanted the
spot for a kennel, and as the land is too poor and sandy for cropping,
Mr. Neigh let him have it. 'Tis his hounds that you hear howling.'
They passed on. 'Berta, why did we come down here?' said Picotee.
'To see the nakedness of the land. It was a whim only, and as it will
end in nothing, it is not worth while for me to make further
explanation.'
It was with a curious sense of renunciation that Ethelberta went
homeward. Neigh was handsome, grim-natured, rather wicked, and an
indifferentist; and these attractions interested her as a woman. But the
news of this evening suggested to Ethelberta that herself and Neigh were
too nearly cattle of one colour for a confession on the matter of lineage
to be well received by him; and without confidence of every sort on the
nature of her situation, she was determined to contract no union at all.
The sympathy of unlikeness might lead the scion of some family, hollow
and fungous with antiquity, and as yet unmarked by a mesalliance, to be
won over by her story; but the antipathy of resemblance would be
ineradicable.