THE PARISH TRILOGY - Annals of a Quiet Neighbourhood, The Seaboard Parish & The Vicar's Daughter. George MacDonald

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      I rose, and held out my hand to Mr Stoddart. He rose likewise, and took it kindly, conducted me to the room below, and ringing the bell, committed me to the care of the butler.

      As I approached the gate, I met Jane Rogers coming back from the village. I stopped and spoke to her. Her eyes were very red.

      "Nothing amiss at home, Jane?" I said.

      "No, sir, thank you," answered Jane, and burst out crying.

      "What is the matter, then? Is your——"

      "Nothing's the matter with nobody, sir."

      "Something is the matter with you."

      "Yes, sir. But I'm quite well."

      "I don't want to pry into your affairs; but if you think I can be of any use to you, mind you come to me."

      "Thank you kindly, sir," said Jane; and, dropping a courtesy, walked on with her basket.

      I went to her parents' cottage. As I came near the mill, the young miller was standing in the door with his eyes fixed on the ground, while the mill went on hopping behind him. But when he caught sight of me, he turned, and went in, as if he had not seen me.

      "Has he been behaving ill to Jane?" thought I. As he evidently wished to avoid me, I passed the mill without looking in at the door, as I was in the habit of doing, and went on to the cottage, where I lifted the latch, and walked in. Both the old people were there, and both looked troubled, though they welcomed me none the less kindly.

      "I met Jane," I said, "and she looked unhappy; so I came on to hear what was the matter."

      "You oughtn't to be troubled with our small affairs," said Mrs. Rogers.

      "If the parson wants to know, why, the parson must be told," said Old Rogers, smiling cheerily, as if he, at least, would be relieved by telling me.

      "I don't want to know," I said, "if you don't want to tell me. But can I be of any use?"

      "I don't think you can, sir,—leastways, I'm afraid not," said the old woman.

      "I am sorry to say, sir, that Master Brownrigg and his son has come to words about our Jane; and it's not agreeable to have folk's daughter quarrelled over in that way," said Old Rogers. "What'll be the upshot on it, I don't know, but it looks bad now. For the father he tells the son that if ever he hear of him saying one word to our Jane, out of the mill he goes, as sure as his name's Dick. Now, it's rather a good chance, I think, to see what the young fellow's made of, sir. So I tells my old 'oman here; and so I told Jane. But neither on 'em seems to see the comfort of it somehow. But the New Testament do say a man shall leave father and mother, and cleave to his wife."

      "But she ain't his wife yet," said Mrs Rogers to her husband, whose drift was not yet evident.

      "No more she can be, 'cept he leaves his father for her."

      "And what'll become of them then, without the mill?"

      "You and me never had no mill, old 'oman," said Rogers; "yet here we be, very nearly ripe now,—ain't us, wife?"

      "Medlar-like, Old Rogers, I doubt,—rotten before we're ripe," replied his wife, quoting a more humorous than refined proverb.

      "Nay, nay, old 'oman. Don't 'e say so. The Lord won't let us rot before we're ripe, anyhow. That I be sure on."

      "But, anyhow, it's all very well to talk. Thou knows how to talk, Rogers. But how will it be when the children comes, and no mill?"

      "To grind 'em in, old 'oman?"

      Mrs Rogers turned to me, who was listening with real interest, and much amusement.

      "I wish you would speak a word to Old Rogers, sir. He never will speak as he's spoken to. He's always over merry, or over serious. He either takes me up short with a sermon, or he laughs me out of countenance that I don't know where to look."

      Now I was pretty sure that Rogers's conduct was simple consistency, and that the difficulty arose from his always acting upon one or two of the plainest principles of truth and right; whereas his wife, good woman—for the bad, old leaven of the Pharisees could not rise much in her somehow—was always reminding him of certain precepts of behaviour to the oblivion of principles. "A bird in the hand," &c.—"Marry in haste," &c.—"When want comes in at the door love flies out at the window," were amongst her favourite sayings; although not one of them was supported by her own experience. For instance, she had married in haste herself, and never, I believe, had once thought of repenting of it, although she had had far more than the requisite leisure for doing so. And many was the time that want had come in at her door, and the first thing it always did was to clip the wings of Love, and make him less flighty, and more tender and serviceable. So I could not even pretend to read her husband a lecture.

      "He's a curious man, Old Rogers," I said. "But as far as I can see, he's in the right, in the main. Isn't he now?"

      "Oh, yes, I daresay. I think he's always right about the rights of the thing, you know. But a body may go too far that way. It won't do to starve, sir."

      Strange confusion—or, ought I not rather to say?—ordinary and commonplace confusion of ideas!

      "I don't think," I said, "any one can go too far in the right way."

      "That's just what I want my old 'oman to see, and I can't get it into her, sir. If a thing's right, it's right, and if a thing's wrong, why, wrong it is. The helm must either be to starboard or port, sir."

      "But why talk of starving?" I said. "Can't Dick work? Who could think of starting that nonsense?"

      "Why, my old 'oman here. She wants 'em to give it up, and wait for better times. The fact is, she don't want to lose the girl."

      "But she hasn't got her at home now."

      "She can have her when she wants her, though—leastways after a bit of warning. Whereas, if she was married, and the consequences a follerin' at her heels, like a man-o'-war with her convoy, she would find she was chartered for another port, she would."

      "Well, you see, sir, Rogers and me's not so young as we once was, and we're likely to be growing older every day. And if there's a difficulty in the way of Jane's marriage, why, I take it as a Godsend."

      "How would you have liked such a Godsend, Mrs Rogers, when you were going to be married to your sailor here? What would you have done?"

      "Why, whatever he liked to be sure. But then, you see, Dick's not my Rogers."

      "But your daughter thinks about him much in the same way as you did about this dear old man here when he was young."

      "Young people may be in the wrong, I see nothing in Dick Brownrigg."

      "But young people may be right sometimes, and old people may be wrong sometimes."

      "I can't be wrong about Rogers."

      "No, but you may СКАЧАТЬ