The Complete Short Stories of Elizabeth Gaskell. Elizabeth Gaskell

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it was that was listening behind him, and approving of every word that was said. He grew yet more sullen in manner; but still my lady was my lady, and he dared not speak out before her, as he would have done to Mr Gray. Lady Ludlow, however, caught the look of stubborness in his face, and it roused her as I had never seen her roused.

      “I am sure you will not refuse, sir, to accept my bail. I offer to bail the fellow out, and to be responsible for his appearance at the sessions. What say you to that, Mr Lathom?”

      “The offence of theft is not bailable, my lady.”

      “Not in ordinary cases, I dare say. But I imagine this is an extraordinary case. The man is sent to prison out of compliment to you, and against all evidence, as far as I can learn. He will have to rot in gaol for two months, and his wife and children to starve. I, Lady Ludlow, offer to bail him out, and pledge myself for his appearance at next quarter sessions.”

      “It is against the law, my lady.”

      “Bah! Bah! Bah! Who makes laws? Such as I, in the House of Lords – such as you, in the House of Commons. We, who make the laws in St.Stephen’s, may break the mere forms of them, when we have right on our sides, on our own land, and amongst our own people.”

      “The Lord Lieutenant may take away my commission, if he heard of it.”

      “And a very good thing for the county, Harry Lathom; and for you too, if he did, – if you don’t go on more wisely than you have begun. A pretty set you and your brother magistrates are to administer justice through the land! I always said a good despotism was the best form of government; and I am twice as much in favour of it now I see what a quorum is! My dears!” suddenly turning round to us, “if it would not tire you to walk home, I would beg Mr Lathom to take a seat in my coach, and we would drive to Henley Gaol, and have the poor man out at once.”

      “A walk over the fields at this time of day is hardly fitting for young ladies to take alone,” said Mr Lathom, anxious no doubt to escape from his tête à tête drive with my lady, and possibly not quite prepared to go to the illegal length of prompt measures, which she had in contemplation.

      But Mr Gray now stepped forward, too anxious for the release of the prisoner to allow any obstacle to intervene which he could do away with. To see Lady Ludlow’s face when she first perceived whom she had had for auditor and spectator of her interview with Mr Lathom, was as good as a play. She had been doing and saying the very things she had been so much annoyed at Mr Gray’s saying and proposing only an hour or two ago. She had been setting down Mr Lathom pretty smartly, in the presence of the very man to whom she had spoken of that gentleman as so sensible, and of such a standing in the county, that it was presumption to question his doings. But before Mr Gray had finished his offer of escorting us back to Hanbury Court, my lady had recovered herself. There was neither surprise nor displeasure in her manner, as she answered – “I thank you, Mr Gray. I was not aware that you were here, but I think I can understand on what errand you came. And seeing you here, recalls me to a duty I owe Mr Lathom. Mr Lathom, I have spoken to you pretty plainly, – forgetting, until I saw Mr Gray, that only this very afternoon I differed from him on this very question; taking completely, at that time, the same view of the whole subject which you have done; thinking that the county would be well rid of such a man as Job Gregson, whether he had committed this theft or not. Mr Gray and I did not part quite friends,” she continued, bowing towards him; “but it so happened that I saw Job Gregson’s wife and home, – I felt that Mr Gray had been right and I had been wrong, so, with the famous inconsistency of my sex, I came hither to scold you,” smiling towards Mr Lathom, who looked half-sulky yet, and did not relax a bit of his gravity at her smile, “for holding the same opinions that I had done an hour before. Mr Gray,” (again bowing towards him) “these young ladies will be very much obliged to you for your escort, and so shall I. Mr Lathom, may I beg of you to accompany me to Henley?”

      Mr Gray bowed very low, and went very red; Mr Lathom said something which we none of us heard, but which was, I think, some remonstrance against the course he was, as it were, compelled to take. Lady Ludlow, however, took no notice of his murmur, but sat in an attitude of polite expectancy; and as we turned off on our walk, I saw Mr Lathom getting into the coach with the air of a whipped hound. I must say, considering my lady’s feeling, I did not envy him his ride – though, I believe, he was quite in the right as to the object of the ride being illegal.

      Our walk home was very dull. We had no fears; and would far rather have been without the awkward, blushing young man, into which Mr Gray had sunk. At every stile he hesitated, – sometimes he half got over it, thinking that he could assist us better in that way; then he would turn back unwilling to go before ladies. He had no ease of manner, as my lady once said of him, though on any occasion of duty, he had an immense deal of dignity.

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      As far as I can remember, it was very soon after this that I first began to have the pain in my hip, which has ended in making me a cripple for life. I hardly recollect more than one walk after our return under Mr Gray’s escort from Mr Lathom’s. Indeed, at the time, I was not without suspicions (which I never named) that the beginning of all the mischief was a great jump I had taken from the top of one of the stiles on that very occasion.

      Well, it is a long while ago, and God disposes of us all, and I am not going to tire you out with telling you how I thought and felt, and how, when I saw what my life was to be, I could hardly bring myself to be patient, but rather wished to die at once. You can every one of you think for yourselves what becoming all at once useless and unable to move, and by-and-by growing hopeless of cure, and feeling that one must be a burden to some one all one’s life long, would be to an active, wilful, strong girl of seventeen, anxious to get on in the world, so as, if possible, to help her brothers and sisters. So I shall only say, that one among the blessings which arose out of what seemed at the time a great, black sorrow was, that Lady Ludlow for many years took me, as it were, into her own especial charge; and now, as I lie still and alone in my old age, it is such a pleasure to think of her!

      Mrs Medlicott was great as a nurse, and I am sure I can never be grateful enough to her memory for all her kindness. But she was puzzled to know how to manage me in other ways. I used to have long, hard fits of crying; and, thinking that I ought to go home – and yet what could they do with me there? – and a hundred and fifty other anxious thoughts, some of which I could tell to Mrs Medlicott, and others I could not. Her way of comforting me was hurrying away for some kind of tempting or strengthening food – a basin of melted calves foot jelly was, I am sure she thought, a cure for every woe.

      “There take it, dear, take it!” she would say; “and don’t go on fretting for what can’t be helped.”

      But, I think, she got puzzled at length at the non-efficacy of good things to eat; and one day, after I had limped down to see the doctor, in Mrs Medlicott’s sitting room – a room lined with cupboards, containing preserves and dainties of all kinds, which she perpetually made, and never touched herself – when I was returning to my bedroom to cry away the afternoon, under pretence of arranging my clothes, John Footman brought me a message from my lady (with whom the doctor had been having a conversation) to bid me go to her in that private sitting room at the end of the suite of apartments, about which I spoke in describing the day of my first arrival at Hanbury. I had hardly been in it since; as, when we read to my lady, she generally sat in the small withdrawing room out of which this private room of hers opened. I suppose great people do not require what we smaller people value so much, – I mean privacy. I do not think that there was a room which my lady occupied that had not two doors, and some of them had three or four. Then my lady had always Adams waiting upon her in her bedchamber;

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