Can You Forgive Her? (13 page)

‘And which is the Satyr?’

‘I’ll leave your heart to tell you. You know what is the darling wish of my heart. But, Alice, if I thought that Mr Grey was to you Hyperion, – if I thought that you could
many him with that sort of worshipping, idolatrous love which makes a girl proud as well as happy in her marriage, I wouldn’t raise a little finger to prevent it,’

To this Alice made no answer, and then Kate allowed the matter to drop. Alice made no answer, though she felt that she was allowing judgement to go against her by default in not doing so. She had intended to fight bravely, and to have
maintained the excellence of her present position as the affianced bride of Mr Grey, but she felt that she had failed. She felt that she had, in some sort, acknowledged that the match was one to be deplored; –that her words in her own defence would by no means have satisfied Mr Grey, if Mr Grey could have heard them; – that they would have induced him to offer her back her troth rather than have
made him happy as a lover. But she had nothing further to say. She could do something. She would hurry home and bid him name the earliest day he pleased. After that her cousin would cease to disturb her in her career,

It was nearly one o’clock before the two girls began to prepare for their morning start, and Alice, when they had finished their packing, seemed to be worn out with fatigue. ‘If
you are tired, dear, we’ll put it off,’ said Kate. ‘Not for worlds,’ said Alice. For half a word we’ll do it,’ continued Kate. ‘I’Il slip out to George and tell him, and there’s nothing he’d like so much.’ But Alice would not consent.

About two they got into bed, and punctually at six they were at the railway station. ‘Don’t speak to me,’ said George, when he met them at their door in the passage.
’I shall only yawn in your face.’ However, they were in time, – which means abroad that they were at the station half an hour before their train started, –and they went on upon their journey to Strasbourg.

There is nothing further to be told of their tour. They were but two days and nights on the road from Basle to London; and during those two days and nights neither George nor Kate spoke a word
to Alice of her marriage, nor was any allusion made to the balcony at the inn, or to the bridge over the river.

K
ATE
V
AVASOR
remained only three days in London before she started for Yarmouth; and during those three days she was not much with her cousin. ‘I’m my aunt’s, body and soul, for the next six weeks,’ she said to Alice, when she did come to Queen Anne Street on the morning after her arrival. ‘And she is exigeant in a manner I can’t at all explain to you. You mustn’t be surprised
if I don’t even write a line. I’ve escaped by stealth now. She went upstairs to try on some new weeds for the seaside, and then I bolted.’ She did not say a word about George; nor during those three days, nor for some days afterwards, did George show himself. As it turned out afterwards, he had gone off to Scotland, and had remained a week among the grouse. Thus, at least, he had accounted
for himself and his movements; but all George Vavasor’s friends,
knew that his goings out and comings in were seldom accounted for openly like those of other men.

It will perhaps be as well to say a few words about Mrs Greenow before we go with her to Yarmouth. Mrs Greenow was the only daughter and the youngest child of the old squire at Vavasor Hall. She was just ten years younger than her brother
John, and I am inclined to think that she was almost justified in her repeated assertion that the difference was much greater than ten years, by the freshness of her colour, and by the general juvenility of her appearance. She certainly did not look forty, and who can expect a woman to proclaim herself to be older than her looks? In early life she had been taken from her father’s house, and
had lived with relatives in one of the large towns in the north of England. It is certain she had not been quite successful as a girl. Though she had enjoyed the name of being a beauty, she had not the usual success which comes from such repute. At thirty-four she was still unmarried. She had, moreover, acquired the character of being a flirt; and I fear that the stories which were told of her, though
doubtless more than half false, had in them sufficient of truth to justify the character. Now this was very sad, seeing that Arabella Vavasor had no fortune, and that she had offended her father and brothers by declining to comply with their advice at certain periods of her career. There was, indeed, considerable trouble in the minds of the various male Vavasors with reference to Arabella, when
tidings suddenly reached the Hall that she was going to be married to an old man.

She was married to the old man; and the marriage fortunately turned out satisfactorily, at any rate for the old man and for her family. The Vavasors were relieved from all further trouble, and were as much surprised as gratified when they heard that she did her duty well in her new position. Arabella had long been
a thorn in their side, never having really done anything which they could pronounce to be absolutely wrong, but always giving them cause for fear. Now they feared no longer. Her husband was a retired merchant, very rich, not very strong in health, and devoted to his bride. Rumours soon made their way to Vavasor Hall, and to Queen Anne Street, that Mrs Greenow was quite a pattern wife,
and that
Mr Greenow considered himself to be the happiest old man in Lancashire. And now in her prosperity she quite forgave the former slights which had been put upon her by her relatives. She wrote to her dear niece Alice, and to her dearest niece Kate, and sent little presents to her father. On one occasion she took her husband to Vavasor Hall, and there was a regular renewal of all the old family feelings.
Arabella’s husband was an old man, and was very old for his age; but the whole thing was quite respectable, and there was, at any rate, no doubt about the money. Then Mr Greenow died; and the widow, having proved the will, came up to London and claimed the commiseration of her nieces.

‘Why not go to Yarmouth with her for a month?’ George had said to Kate. ‘Of course it. will be a bore. But an
aunt with forty thousand pounds has a right to claim attention.’ Kate acknowledged the truth of the argument and agreed to go to Yarmouth for a month. ‘Your aunt Arabella has shown herself to be a very sensible woman,’ the old squire had written; ‘much more sensible than anybody thought her before her marriage. Of course you should go with her if she asks you.’ What aunt, uncle, or cousin, in the
uncontrolled possession of forty thousand pounds was ever unpopular in the family?

Yarmouth
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is not a very prepossessing place to the eye. To my eye, any rate, it is not so. There is an old town with which summer visitors have little or nothing to do; and there are the new houses down by the sea-side, to which, at any rate, belongs the full advantage of sea air. A kind of esplanade runs for nearly
a mile along the sands, and there are built, or in the course of building, rows of houses appropriated to summer visitors all looking out upon the sea. There is no beauty unless the yellow sandy sea can be called beautiful. The coast is low and straight, and the east wind blows full upon it. But the place is healthy; and Mrs Greenow was probably right in thinking that she might there revive
some portion of the health which she had lost in watching beside the couch of her departing lord.

‘Omnibus; – no, indeed. Jeannette, get me a fly.’ These were the first words Mrs Greenow spoke as she put her foot upon the platform at the Yarmouth station. Her maid’s name was Jenny; but
Kate had already found, somewhat to her dismay, that orders had been issued before they left London that the
girl was henceforth to be called Jeannette. Kate had also already found that her aunt could be imperious; but this taste for masterdom had not shown itself so plainly in London as it did from the moment that the train had left the station at Shoreditch
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. In London Mrs Greenow had been among Londoners, and her career had hitherto been provincial. Her spirit, no doubt, had been somewhat cowed by
the novelty of her position. But when she felt herself to be once beyond the stones
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as the saying used to be, she was herself again; and at Ipswich she had ordered Jeannette to get her a glass of sherry with an air which had created a good deal of attention among the guards and porters.

The fly was procured; and with considerable exertion all Mrs Greenow’s boxes, together with the more moderate
belongings of her niece and maid, were stowed on the top of it, round upon the driver’s body on the coach box, on the maid’s lap, and I fear in Kate’s also, and upon the vacant seat.’

The large house in Montpelier Parade,’ said Mrs Greenow.

They is all large, ma’am,’ said the driver.

The largest,’ said Mrs Greenow.

They’re much of a muchness,’ said the driver.

Then Mrs Jones’s,’ said Mrs
Greenow. ‘But I was particularly told it was the largest in the row.’

‘I know Mrs Jones’s well,’ said the driver, and away they went.

Mrs Jones’s house was handsome and comfortable; but I fear Mrs Greenow’s satisfaction in this respect was impaired by her disappointment in finding that it was not perceptibly bigger than those to the right and left of her. Her ambition in this and in other similar
matters would have amused Kate greatly had she been a bystander, and not one of her aunt’s party. Mrs Greenow was good-natured, liberal, and not by nature selfish; but she was determined not to waste the good things which fortune had given, and desired that all the world should see that she had forty thousand pounds of her own. And in doing this she was repressed by no feeling of false shame.
She never hesitated in her demands through bashfulness. She called aloud for such comfort and grandeur as
Yarmouth could afford her, and was well pleased that all around should hear her calling. Joined to all this was her uncontrolled grief for her husband’s death.

‘Dear Greenow! sweet lamb! Oh, Kate, if you’d only known that man!’ When she said this she was sitting in the best of Mrs Jones’s
sitting-rooms, waiting to have dinner announced. She had taken a drawing-room and dining-room, ‘because’, as she had said, ‘she didn’t see why people should be stuffy when they went to the seaside; – not if they had means to make themselves comfortable.’

‘Oh, Kate, I do wish you’d known him!’

‘I wish I had,’ said Kate, – very untruly. I was unfortunately away when he went to Vavasor Hall.’

‘Ah, yes; but it was at home, in the domestic circle, that Greenow should have been seen to be appreciated. I was a happy woman, Kate, while that lasted.’ And Kate was surprised to see that real tears – one or two on each side – were making their way down her aunt’s cheeks. But they were soon checked with a handkerchief of the broadest hem and of the finest cambric.

‘Dinner, ma’am,’ said Jeannette,
opening the door.

‘Jeannette, I told you always to say that dinner was served,’

‘Dinner’s served then,’ said Jeannette in a tone of anger.

‘Come, Kate,’ said her aunt. ‘I’ve but little appetite myself, but there’s no reason you shouldn’t eat your dinner. I specially wrote to Mrs Jones to have some sweetbread. I do hope she’s got a decent cook. It’s very little I eat myself, but I do like to
see things nice.’

The next day was Sunday; and it was beautiful to see how Mrs Greenow went to church in all the glory of widowhood. There had been a great unpacking after that banquet on the sweetbread, and all her funereal millinery had been displayed before Kate’s wondering eyes. The charm of the woman was in this, – that she was not in the least ashamed of anything that she did. She turned
over all her wardrobe of mourning, showing the richness of each article, the stiffness of the crape, the fineness of the cambric, the breadth of the frills, – telling the price of each to a shilling, while she explained how the whole had been amassed without any consideration of expense. This she did with all the pride of a young
bride when she shows the glories of her trousseau to the friend
of her bosom. Jeannette stood by the while, removing one thing and exhibiting another. Now and again through the performance, Mrs Greenow would rest a while from her employment, and address the shade of the departed one in terms of most endearing affection. In the midst of this Mrs Jones came in; but the widow was not a whit abashed by the presence of the stranger. ‘Peace be to his manes
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!’ she
said at last, as she carefully folded up a huge black crape mantilla. She made, however, but one syllable of the classical word, and Mrs Jones thought that her lodger had addressed herself to the mortal ‘remains’ of her deceased lord.

‘He is left her uncommon well off, I suppose,’ said Mrs Jones to Jeannette.

‘You may say that, ma’am. It’s more nor a hundred thousand of pounds!’

‘No!’

‘Founds
of sterling, ma’am! Indeed it is; – to my knowledge.’

‘Why don’t she have a carriage?’

‘So she do; – but a lady can’t bring her carriage down to the sea when she’s only just buried her husband as one may say. What’d folks say if they saw her in her own carriage? But it ain’t because she can’t afford it, Mrs Jones. And now we’re talking of it you must order a fly for church tomorrow, that’ll
look private, you know. She said I was to get a man that had a livery coat and gloves.’

The man with the coat and gloves was procured; and Mrs Greenow’s entry into church made quite a sensation. There was a thoughtfulness about her which alone showed that she was a woman of no ordinary power. She foresaw all necessities, and made provision for all emergencies. Another would not have secured an
eligible sitting, and been at home in Yarmouth church, till half the period of her sojourn there was over. But Mrs Greenow had done it all. She walked up the middle aisle with as much self-possession as though the chancel had belonged to her family for years; and the respectable pew-opener absolutely deserted two or three old ladies whom she was attending, to show Mrs Greenow into her seat. When
seated, she was the cynosure of
all eyes. Kate Vavasor became immediately aware that a great sensation had been occasioned by their entrance, and equally aware that none of it was due to her. I regret to say that this feeling continued to show itself throughout the whole service. How many ladies of forty go to church without attracting the least attention! But it is hardly too much to say that
every person in that church had looked at Mrs Greenow. I doubt if there was present there a single married lady who, on leaving the building, did not speak to her husband of the widow. There had prevailed during the whole two hours a general though unexpressed conviction that something worthy of remark had happened that morning. It had an effect even upon the curate’s reading; and the incumbent,
while preaching his sermon, could not keep his eyes off that wonderful bonnet and veil.