Chapter 21: Going Up the River
When I did wake, to a
beautiful sunny morning, I leapt out of bed with my over-night
apprehension still clinging to me, which vanished delightfully however in
a moment as I looked around my little sleeping chamber and saw the pale
but pure-coloured figures painted on the plaster of the wall, with verses
written underneath them which I knew somewhat over-well. I dressed
speedily, in a suit of blue laid ready for me, so handsome that I quite
blushed when I had got into it, feeling as I did so that excited pleasure
of anticipation of a holiday, which, well-remembered as it was, I had not
felt since I was a boy, new come home for the summer holidays.
It seemed quite early in the morning, and I
expected to have the hall to myself when I came into it our of the
corridor wherein was my sleeping chamber; but I met Annie at once, who
let fall her broom and gave me a kiss, quite meaningless I fear, except
as betokening friendship, though she reddened as she did it, not from
shyness, but from friendly pleasure, and then stood and picked up her
broom again, and went on with her sweeping, nodding to me as if to bid me
stand out of the way and look on; which, to
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say the truth, I thought amusing enough, as there were five other girls
helping her, and their graceful figures engaged in the leisurely work
were worth going a long way to see, and their merry talk and laughing as
they swept in quite a scientific manner was worth going a long way to
hear. But Annie presently threw me back a word or two as she went on to
the other end of the hall: "Guest," she said, I am glad that you are up
early, though we wouldn't disturb you; for our Thames is a lovely river
at half-past six on a June morning: and as it would be a pity for you to
lose it, I am told just to give you a cup of milk and a bit of bread
outside there, and put you into the
boat: for Dick and Clara are all ready now. Wait half a minute till I
have swept down this row."
So presently she
let her broom drop again, and came and took me by the hand and led me out
on to the terrace above the river to a little table under the boughs,
where my bread and milk took the form of as dainty a breakfast as any one
could desire, and then sat by me as I ate. And in a minute or two Dick
and Clara came to me, the latter looking most fresh and beautiful in a
light silk embroidered gown, which to my unused eyes was extravagantly
gay and bright; while Dick was also handsomely dressed in white flannel
prettily embroidered. Clara raised her gown in her hands as she gave me
the morning greeting, and said laughingly: "Look, guest! you see we are
at least as fine as any of the people you felt inclined to scold last
night; you see we are not going to make the bright day and the flowers
feel ashamed of themselves. Now scold me!"
Quoth I: "No, indeed; the pair of you seem as if
you were born out of the summer day itself; and I will scold you when I
scold it."
"Well, you know," said Dick, this
is a special
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day -- all these days are, I
mean. The hay-harvest is in some ways better than corn-harvest because of
the beautiful weather; and really, unless you had worked in the hay-field
in fine weather, you couldn't tell what pleasant work it is. The women
look so pretty at it, too," he said, shyly; "so all things considered, I
think we are right to adorn it in a simple manner."
"Do the women work at it in silk dresses?" said I,
smiling.
Dick was going to answer me soberly;
but Clara put her hand over his mouth, and said, "No, no, Dick; not too
much information for him, or I shall think that you are your old kinsman
again. Let him find out for himself: he will not have long to wait."
"Yes," quoth Annie, don't make your description of
the picture too fine, or else he will be disappointed when the curtain
is drawn. I don't want him to be disappointed. But now it's time for you
to be gone, if you are to have the best of the tide, and also of the
sunny morning. Good-bye, guest."
She kissed me
in her frank friendly way, and almost took away from me my desire for the
expedition thereby; but I had to get over that, as it was clear that so
delightful a woman would hardly be without a due lover of her own age. We
went down the steps of the landing-stage, and got into a pretty boat, not
too light to hold us and our belongings comfortable, and handsomely
ornamented; and just as we got in, down came Boffin and the weaver to see
us off. The former had now veiled his splendor in a due suit of working
clothes, crowned with a fantail hat, which he took off, however, to wave
us farewell with his grave old-Spanish-like courtesy. Then Dick pushed
off i
nto the stream, and bent, vigorously to his sculls, and Hammersmith, with
its noble trees and beautiful water-side houses, began to slip away from
us.
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As we went,
I could not help putting beside his promised picture of the hay-field as
it was then the picture of it as I remembered it, and especially the
images of the women engaged in the work rose up before me: the row of
gaunt figures, lean, flat-breasted, ugly, without a grace of form or face
about them; dressed in wretched skimpy print print gowns, and hideous
flapping sun-bonnets, moving their rakes in a listless mechanical way.
How often had that marred the loveliness of the June day to me; how
often had I longed to see the hay-fields peopled with men and women
worthy of the sweet abundance of midsummer, of its endless wealth of
beautiful sights, and delicious scents. And now, the world had grown old
and wiser, and I was to see my hope realised at last.
Chapter 10 Hampton Court. And a Praiser of Past Times
So on we
went, Dick rowing in an easy tireless way, and Clara sitting by my side
admiring his manly beauty and heartily good-natured face, and thinking, I
fancy, of nothing else. As we went higher up the river, there was less
difference between the Thames of that day and Thames as I remembered it;
for setting aside the hideous vulgarity of the cockney villas of the
well-to-do, stockbrokers and other such, which in older time marred the
beauty of the bough-hung banks, even this beginning of the country
Thames was always beautiful; and as we slipped between the lovely summer
greenery, I almost felt my youth come back to me, and as if I were on one
of those water excursions which used to enjoy so
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much in the days when I was too happy to think that there
could be much amiss anywhere.
At last we
came to a reach of the river where on the left hand a very pretty little
village with some old houses in it came down to the edge of the water,
over which was a ferry; and beyond these houses the elm-beset meadows
ended in a fringe of tall willows, while on the right hand went the
tow-path and a clear space before a row of trees, which rose up behind
huge and ancient, the ornaments of a great park: but these drew back
still further from the river at the end of the reach to make way for a
little town of quaint and pretty houses, some new, some old, dominated by
the long walls and sharp gables of a great red-brick pile of building,
partly of the latest
Gothic, partly of the style of Dutch William, but so
blended together by the bright sun and beautiful surroundings, including
the bright blue river, which it looked down upon, that even amidst the
beautiful buildings of that new happy time it had a strange charm about
it. A great wave of fragrance, amidst which the lime-tree blossom was
clearly to be distinguished, came down to us from its unseen gardens, as
Clara sat up in her place, and said:
"O Dick,
dear, couldn't we stop at Hampton Court for today, and take the guest
about the park a little and show him those sweet old buildings? Somehow,
I suppose because you have lived so near it, you have seldom taken me to
Hampton Court."
Dick rested on his oars a
little, and said: "Well, well, Clara, you are lazy today. I didn't feel
like stopping short of Shepperton for the night; suppose we just go and
have our dinner at the Court, and go on again about five o'clock?"
"Well," she said, so be it; but I should like the
guest to have spent an hour or two in the Park."
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"The Park!" said Dick; why, the
whole Thames-side is a park this time of the year; and for my part, I had
rather lie under and elm-tree on the borders of a wheat-field,
with the bees humming about me and the corn-crake crying from furrow to
furrow, than in any park in England. Besides -- "
"Besides," said she, you want to get on to your
dearly-loved upper Thames, and show your prowess down the heavy swathes
of the mowing grass."
She looked at him
fondly, and I could tell that she was seeing him in her mind's eye
showing his splendid form at its best amidst the rhymed strokes of the
scythes; and she looked down at her own pretty feet with a half sigh, as
though she were contrasting her slight woman's beauty with his man's
beauty; as women will when they are really in love, and not spoiled with
conventional sentiment.
As for Dick, he looked
at her admiringly a while, and then said at last: "Well, Clara, I do wish
we were there! But, hilloa! we are getting back way." And he set to work
sculling again, and in two minutes we were all standing on a gravelly
strand below the bridge, which as you may imagine, was no longer the
old hideous iron abortion, but a handsome piece of very solid oak
framing.
We went into the Court and straight
into the great hall, so well remembered, where there were tables spread
for dinner, and everything arranged much as in Hammersmith Guest Hall.
Dinner over, we sauntered through the ancient rooms, where the pictures
and tapestry were still preserved, and nothing was much changed, except
that the people whom we met there had an indefinable kind of look of
being at home and at ease, which communicated itself to me so that I felt
that the beautiful old place was mine in the best sense of the word; and
my pleasure
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of past days seemed to add
itself to that of to-day, and filled my whole soul with content.
Dick (who, in spite of Clara's gibe, knew the
place very well) told me that the beautiful old Tudor rooms which I
remembered had been the dwellings of the lesser fry of Court flunkies,
were now much used by people coming and going; for, beautiful as
architecture had now become and although the whole face of the country
had quite recovered its beauty there was still a sort of tradition of
pleasure and beauty which clung to that group of buildings, and people
thought going to Hampton court a necessary summer outing, as they did in
the days when London was so grimy and miserable. We went into some of the
rooms looking into the old garden and were well received by the people
in them, who got speedily into talk with us, and looked with politely
half-concealed wonder at my strange face. Besides these birds of passage,
and a few regular dwellers in the place, we saw out in the meadows near
the garden, down "the Long Water," as it used to be called, many gay
tents with men, women, and children round about them. As it seemed, this
pleasure-loving people were fond of tent-life, with all its
inconveniences, which, indeed, they turned into pleasure also.
We left this old friend by the time appointed, and
I made some feeble show of taking the sculls but Dick repulsed me, not
much to my grief, I must say, as I found I had quite enough to do
between the enjoyment of the beautiful time and my own lazily blended
thoughts.
As to Dick, it was quite right to
let him pull, for he was as strong as a horse, and had the greatest
delight in bodily exercise, whatever it was. We really had some
difficulty in getting him to stop when it was getting rather more than
dusk, and the moon
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was brightening just
as we were off Runnymede. We landed there, and were looking about for a
place whereon to pitch our tents (for we had brought two with us), when
an old man came up to us, bade us good evening, and asked if we were
housed for the night; and finding that we were not bade us home to his
house. Nothing loth, we went with him,
and Clara took his hand in a coaxing way which I noticed she used with
old men; and as we went on our way, made some commonplace remark about
the beauty of the day. The old man stopped short and looked at her and
said: "You really like it then?"
"Yes," she
said, looking very much astonished, don't you?"
"Well," said he, perhaps I do. I did, at any rate,
when I was younger; but now I think I should like it cooler."
She said nothing, and went on, the night growing
about as dark as it would be; till just at the rise of the hill we came
to a hedge with a gate in it, which the old man unlatched and led us
into a garden at the end of which we could see a little house, one of
whose little windows was already yellow with candle-light. We could see
even under the doubtful light of the moon and the last of the western
glow that the garden was stuffed full of flowers; and the fragrance it
agave out in the gathering coolness was so wonderfully sweet, that it
seemed the very heart of the delight of the June dusk; so that we three
stopped instinctively and Clara gave forth a little sweet "O," like a
bird beginning to sing.
"What's the matter?"
said the old man, a little testily, and pulling at her hand. "There's no
dog; or have you trodden on a thorn and hurt your foot?"
"No, no, neighbour,"she said; but how sweet, how
sweet it is!"
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"Of course it is," said he, but do you care so
much for that?"
She laughed out musically,
and we followed suit in our gruffer voices; and then she said: "of course
I do, neighbour, don't you?"
"Well, I don;t
know," quoth the old fellow; then he added, as if somewhat ashamed of
himself: "Besides, you know, when the waters are out and all Runnymede is
flooded, it's none so pleasant."
"I should like it,"quoth Dick. What a
jolly sail one would get about here on the floods on a bright frosty
January morning!"
"Would you like
it?" said our host. Well, I won't argue with you, neighbour; it isn't
worth while. Come in and have some supper."
We went up a paved path between the roses, and
straight into a very pretty room, panelled and carved, and as clean as a
new pin; but the chief ornament of which was a young woman, light-haired
and grey-eyed, but with her face and hands and bare feet tanned quite
brown with the sun. Though she was very lightly clad, that was clearly
from choice, not from poverty, though these were the first
cottage-dwellers I had come across; for her gown was of silk, and on her
wrists were bracelets that seemed to me of great value. She was lying on
a sheep-skin near the window, but jumped up as soon as we entered, and
when she saw the guests behind the old man, she clapped her hands and
cried out with pleasure, and when she got us into the middle of the room,
fairly danced round us in delight of our company.
"What!" said the old man, you are pleased, are you
Ellen?"
The girl danced up to him and threw
her arms round him, and said: "Yes I am, and so ought you to be,
grandfather."
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"Well, well, I am," said he, as much as I can be
pleased. Guests, please be seated."
This
seemed rather strange to us; stranger, I suspect, to my friends than to
me; but Dick took the opportunity of both the host and his grand-daughter
being out of the room to say to me softly: "A grumbler: there are a few
of them still. Once upon a time, I am told, they were quite a nuisance."
The old man came in as he spoke and sat down
beside us with a sigh, which, indeed, seemed fetched up as if
he wanted us to take notice of it; but just then the girl came in with
the victuals, and the carle missed his mark what between our hunger
generally and that I was pretty busy watching the grand-daughter moving
about as beautiful as a picture.
Everything to
eat and drink, though it was somewhat different to what we had had in
London, was better than good, but the old man eyed rather sulkily the
chief dish on the table, on which lay a leash of fine perch, and said:
"H'm, perch! I am sorry we can't do better for
you, guests. The time was when we might have had a good piece of salmon
up from London for you; but the times have grown mean and petty."
"Yes, but y ou might have had it now," said the
girl, giggling, "if you had known that they were coming."
"It's our fault for not bringing it with us,
neighbours,"said Dick, good-humouredly. "But if the times have grown
petty, at any rate the perch haven't; that fellow in the middle there
must have weighed a good two pounds when he was showing his dark stripes
and red fins to the minnows yonder. And as to the salmon, why, neighbour,
my friend here, who comes from the outlands, was quite surprised
yesterday morning when I told him we had plenty of
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salmon at Hammersmith. I am sure I have heard nothing of
the times worsening."
He looked a little
uncomfortable. And the old man, turning to me, said very courteously:
"Well, sir, I am happy to see a man from over the
water; but I really must appeal to you to say whether on the whole you
are not better off in your country; where I suppose, from what our guest
says, you are brisker and more alive, because you have not wholly got rid
of competition. You see, I have read not a few books of the past days,
and certainly they are much more alive than those which are
written now; and good sound unlimited competition was the condition under
which they were written, -- if we didn't know that from the record book
of history, we should know it from the books themselves. There is a
spirit of adventure in them and signs of a capacity to extract good out
of evil which our literature quite lacks now; and I cannot help thinking
that our moralists and historians exaggerate hugely the unhappiness of
the past days, in which such splendid works of imagination and
intellect were produced."
Clara listened to
him with restless eyes, as if she were excited and pleased; Dick knitted
his brow and looked still more uncomfortable, but said nothing. Indeed,
the old man gradually, as he warmed to his subject, dropped his sneering
manner, and both spoke and looked very seriously. But the girl broke out
before I could deliver myself of the answer I was framing:
"Books, books! always books, grandfather! When
will you understand that after all it is the world we live in which
interests us; the world of which we are a part and which we can never
love too much? Look!" she said, throwing open the casement wider and
showing us the white light sparkling between the
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black shadows of the moonlit garden, through which ran a
little shiver of the summer night-wind, "look! these are our books these
days!L -- and these,"she said, stepping lightly up to the two lovers and
laying a hand on each of their shoulders; "and the guest there, with his
oversea knowledge and experience; -- yes, and even you, grandfather "(a
smile ran over her face as she spoke), "with all your grumbling and
wishing yourself back again in the good old days, -- in which,as far as I
can make out, a harmless and lazy old man like you would either have
pretty nearly starved, or have had to pay soldiers and people to take the
folk's victuals and clothes and houses away from them by force. Yes,
these are our
books; and if we want more, can we not find work to do in the beautiful
buildings that we raise up all over the country (and I know there was
nothing like them in past times), wherein a man can put forth whatever is
in him, and make his hands set forth his mind and his soul."
She paused a little, and I for my part could not
help staring at her, and thinking that if she were a book, the pictures
in it were most lovely . The colour mantled in her delicate sunburnt
cheeks; her grey eyes, light amidst the tan of her face, kindly looked on
us all as she spoke. She paused, and said again:
"As for your books, they were well enough for
times when intelligent people had but little else in which they could
take pleasure, and when they must needs supplement the sordid miseries
of their own lives with imaginations of the lives of other people. But I
say flatly that in spite of all their cleverness and vigour, and capacity
for story-telling, there is something loathsome about them. Some of them,
indeed, do here and there show some feeling for those whom the
history-books call `poor,' and of
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the
misery of whose lives we have some inkling; but presently they give it
up, and towards the end of the story we must be contented to see the hero
and heroine living happily in an island of bliss on other people's
troubles; and that after a long series of sham troubles (or mostly sham)
of their own making, illustrated by dreary introspective nonsense about
their feelings and aspirations, and all the rest of it; while the world
must even then have gone on its way, and dug and sewed and baked and
built and carpentered round about these useless -- animals."
"There!" said the old man, reverting to his dry
sulky manner again. "There's eloquence! I suppose you like it?"
"Yes,"sais I, very emphatically.
"Well," said he, now the storm of eloquence has
lulled for a little, suppose you answer my question?: -- that is, if
you like, you know,"quoth he, with a sudden access of courtesy.
"What question>"said I. For I must confess that
Ellen's strange and almost wild beauty had put it out of my head.
Said he: "First of all(excuse my catechising), is
there competition in life, after the old kind, in the country whence
you come?"
"Yes," said I, it is the rule
there.And I wondered as I spoke what fresh complications I should get
into as a result of this answer.
"Question
two," said the carle: Are you not on the whole much freer, more energetic
-- in a word, healthier and happier -- for it?"
I smiled. "YOu wouldn'[t talk so if you had any
idea of our life. To me you seem here as if you were living in heaven
compared with us of the country from which I came."
"Heaven?" said he: you like heaven, do you?
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"Yes," said I --
snappishly, I am afraid; for I was beginning rather to resent his
formula.
"Well, I am far from sure that I do,"
quoth he. I think one may do more with one's life than sitting on a damp
cloud and singing hymns."
I was rather nettled
by this inconsequence, and said: "Well, neighbour, to be short, and
without using metaphors, in the land whence I come, where the competition
which produced those literary works which you admire so much is still the
rule, most people are thoroughly unhappy; here, to me at least, most
people seem thoroughly happy."
"No offence,
guest -- no offence," said he; but let me ask you; you like that, do
you?"
His formula, put with such obstinate
persistence, made us all laugh heartily; and even the old man joined in
the laughter on the sly. However, he was by no means beaten, and said
presently:
"From all I can hear, I should
judge that a young woman so beautiful as my dear Ellen yonder would have
been a lady, as they called it in the old time, and wouldn't have had to
wear a few rags of silk as she does now, or to have browned herself in
the sun as she has to do now. What do you say to that, eh? "
Here Clara, who had been pretty much silent
hitherto, struck in, and said: "Well, really I don't think that you would
have mended matters, or that they want mending. Don't you see that she
is dressed deliciously for this beautiful weather? And as for the
sun-burning of your hay-fields, why, I hope to pick up some of that for
myself when we get a little higher up the river. Look if I don't need a
little sun on my pasty white skin!"
And she
stripped up the sleeve from her arm and laid it beside Ellen's who was
now sitting next her. To say the truth, it was rather amusing to me to
see
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Clara putting herself forward as a
town bred fine lady, for she was as well-knit and clean-skinned a girl as
might be met with anywhere at the best. Dick stroked the beautiful arm
rather shyly, and pulled down the sleeve again, while she blushed at his
touch; and the old man said laughingly: "Well, I suppose you
do like that; don't you?"
Ellen
kissed her new friend, and we all sat silent for a little, till she broke
out into a sweet shrill song, and held us all entranced with the wonder of
her clear voice; and the old grumbler sat looking at her lovingly. The
other young people sang also in due time; and then Ellen showed us to our
beds in small cottage chambers, fragrant and clean as the ideal of the old
pastoral poets; and the pleasure of the evening quite extinguished my fear
of the last night, that I should wake up in the old miserable world of
worn-out pleasures, and hopes that were half fears.
Chapter 23 An Early Morning By Runnymede
Though there were no
rough noises to wake me, I could not lie long abed the next morning,
where the world seemed so well awake, and, despite the old grumbler, so
happy; so I got up, and found that, early as it was, some one had been
stirring, since all was trim and in its place in the little parlour, and
the table laid for the morning meal. Nobody was afoot in the house as
then, however, so I went out a-doors, and after a turn or two round the
super-abundant garden, I wandered down over the meadow to the river-side,
where lay our boat, looking quite familiar and friendly to me. I walked
up-stream
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a little, watching the light
mist curling up from the river till the sun gained power to draw it all
away; saw the bleak speckling the water under the willow boughs, whence
the tiny flies they fed on were falling in myriads; heard the great chub
splashing here and there at some belated moth or other, and felt almost
back again in my boyhood. Then I went back again to the boat, and
loitered there a minute or two, and then walked slowly up the meadow
towards the little house. I noted now that there were four more houses of
about the same size on the slope away from the river. The meadow in which
I was going was not up for hay; but a row of flake-hurdles ran up the
slope not far from me on each side, and in the field so parted off from
ours on the left they were making hay busily by now, in the simple
fashion of the days when I was a boy. My feet turned that way
instinctively, as I wanted to see how haymakers looked in these new and
better times, and also I rather expected to see Ellen there. I came to
the hurdles and stood looking over into the hay-field, and was close to
the end of the long line of haymakers who were spreading the low ridges
to dry off the night
des. The majority of these were young women clad much like Ellen last
night, though not mostly in silk, but in light woollen most gaily
embroidered in bright colours. The meadow looked like a gigantic
tulip-bed because of them. All hands were working deliberately but well
and steadily, though they were as noisy with merry talk as a grove of
autumn starlings. Half a dozen of them, men and women, came up to me and
shook hands, gave me the sele of the morning, and asked a few questions
as to whence and whither, and wishing me good luck, went back to their
work. Ellen, to my disappointment, was not
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amongst them, but presently I saw a light figure come out of the
hay-field higher up the slope, and make for our house; and that was
Ellen, holding a basket in her hand. But before she had come to the
garden gate, out came Dick and Clara, who, after a minute's pause, came
down to meet me, leaving Ellen in the garden; then we three went down to
the boat, talking mere morning prattle. We stayed there a little, Dick
arranging some of the matters in her, for we had only taken up to the
house such things as we thought the dew might damage; and then we went
toward the house again; but when we came near the garden, Dick stopped us
by laying a hand on my arm and said:
"Just
look a moment."
I looked, and over the low
hedge saw Ellen, shading her eyes against the sun as she looked toward
the hay-field, a light wind stirring in her tawny hair, her eyes like
light jewels amidst her sunburnt face, which looked as if the warmth of
the sun were yet in it.
"Look, guest," said
Dick; doesn't it all look like one of those very stories out of Grimm
that we were talking about up in Bloomsbury? Here are we two lovers
wandering about in the world, and we have come to a fairy garden, and
there is the very fairy herself amidst of it; I wonder what she will do
for us."
Said Clara demurely, demurely, but
not stiffly: "Is she a good fairy, Dick?"
"O
yes," said he; and according to the card, she would do better, if it were
not for the gnome or wood-spirit, our grumbling friend of last night."
We laughed at this; and I said, "I hope you see
that you have left me out of the tale."
"Well," said he, that's true. You had better
consider that you have got the cap of darkness, and are seeing
everything, yourself invisible."
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That touched me on my weak side of not feeling
sure of my position in this beautiful new country; so in order not to
make matters worst, I held my tongue, and we all went into the garden
and up to the house together. I noticed by the way that Clara must really
rather have felt the contrast between herself as a town madam and this
piece of summer country that we all admired so, for she had rathe
r dressed after Ellen that morning as to thinness and scantiness, and
went barefoot also, except for light sandals.
The old man greeted us kindly in the parlour, and
said: "Well, guests, so you have been looking about to search into the
nakedness of the land: I suppose your illusions of last night have given
way a bit before the morning light? Do you still like it, eh?"
"Very much," said I, doggedly; it is one of the
prettiest places on the lower Thames."
"Oho!"
said he; so you know the Thames, do you?
I
reddened, for I saw Dick and Clara looking at me, and scarcely knew what
to say. However, since I had said in our early intercourse with my
Hammersmith friends that I had known Epping Forest, I thought a hasty
generalisation might be better in avoiding complications than a downright
lie; so I said:
"I have been in this country
before; and I have been on the Thames in those days."
"O,"said the old man, eagerly, so you have been in
this country before. Now really, don't you find it(apart from
all theory, you know) much changed for the worse?"
"No, not at all," said I; I find it much changed
for the better."
"Ah," quoth he, I fear that
you have been prejudiced by some theory or another. However, of
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course the time when you were here before
must have been so near our own days that the deterioration might not be
very great: as then we were, of course, living under the same customs as
we are now I was thinking of earlier days than that."
"In short," said Clara, you have
theories about the change which has taken place.
"I have facts as well," said he. Look here! from
this hill you can see just four little houses, including this one.
Well, I know for certain that in old times, even in the summer, when the
leaves were thickest, you could see from the same place six quite big and
fine houses; and higher up the water, garden joined garden right up to
Windsor; and there were big houses in all the gardens. Ah! England was an
important place in those days."
I was
getting nettled, and said: "What you mean is that you de-cockneyised the
place, and sent the damned flunkies packing, and that everybody can live
comfortably and happily, and not a few damned thieves only, who were
centres of vulgarity and corruption wherever they were, and who, as to
this lovely river, destroyed its beauty morally, and had almost destroyed
it physically, when they were thrown out of it."
There was silence after this outburst, which for
the life of me I could not help, remembering how I had suffered from
cockneyism and its cause on those same waters of old time. But at last
the old man said, quite coolly:
"My dear
guest, I really don't know what you mean by either cockneys, or flunkies,
or thieves or damned; or how only a few people could live happily and
comfortably in a wealthy country. All I can see is that you are angry,
and I fear with me: so if you like we will change the subject."
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I thought this kind
and hospitable in him, considering his obstinacy about his theory; and
hastened to say that I did not mean to be angry, only emphatic. He bowed
gravely, and I thought the storm was over, when suddenly Ellen broke in:
"Grandfather, our guest is reticent from
courtesy; but really what he has in mind to say to you ought to be said;
so as I know pretty well what it is, I will say it for him; for as you
know, I have been taught these things by people who -- "
"Yes," said the old man, by the sage of
Bloomsbury, and others."
"O," said Dick, so you know my old kinsman
Hammond?
"Yes," said she, and other people
too, as my grandfather says, and they have taught me things: and this is
the upshot of it. We live in a little house now, not because we have
nothing grander to do than working in the fields, but because we please;
for if we liked, we could go and live in a big house amongst pleasant
companions."
Grumbled the old man: "Just so!
As if I would live amongst those conceited fellows; all of them looking
down upon me!"
She smiled on him kindly, but
went on as if he had not spoken. "In the past times, when those big
houses of which grandfather speaks were so plenty, we must
have lived in a cottage whether we liked it or not; and the said cottage,
instead of having in it everything we want, would have been bare and
empty. We should not have got enough to eat; our clothes would have been
ugly to look at, dirty and frowsy. You, grandfather, have done no hard
work for years now, but wander about and read your books and have nothing
to worry you; and as for me, I work hard when I like it, because I like
it, and think
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it does me good, and knits up
my muscles, and makes me prettier to look at, and healthier and happier.
But in those past days you, grandfather, would have had to work hard
after you were old; and would have been always afraid of having to be
shut up in a kind of prison along with other old men, half-starved and
without amusement. And as for me, I am twenty years old. In those days my
middle age would be beginning now, and in a few years I should be
pinched, thin, and haggard, beset with troubles and miseries, so that no
one could have guessed that I was once a beautiful girl."
"Is this what you have had in your mind, guest?"
said she, the tears in her eyes at thought of the past miseries of people
like herself.
"Yes," said I, much moved; that
and more. often -- in my country I have seen that wretched change you
have spoken of, from the fresh handsome country lass to the poor
draggle-tailed country woman."
The old man
sat silent for a little, but presently recovered himself and took comfort
in his old phrase of "Well, you like it so, do you?"
"Yes." said Ellen, I love life better than death.
"O, you do, do you?" said he. Well, for my part
I like reading a good old book with plenty of fun in it, like
Thackeray's `Vanity Fair.' Why don't you write books like that now? Ask
that question of your Bloomsbury sage."
Seeing
Dick's cheeks reddening a little at this sally, and noting that silence
followed, I thought I had better do something. So I said: "I am only the
guest, friends; but I know you want to show me your river at its best, so
don't you think we had better be moving presently, as it is certainly
going to be a hot day?"
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