North and South. Элизабет Гаскелл

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СКАЧАТЬ dear I shall have horses to the carriage to-day, to go and call on these Hales. Should not you go and see nurse? It’s in the same direction, and she’s always so glad to see you. You could go on there while I am at Mrs. Hale’s.’

      ‘Oh! mamma, it’s such a long way, and I am so tired.’

      ‘With what?’ asked Mrs. Thornton, her brow slightly contracting.

      ‘I don’t know—the weather, I think. It is so relaxing. Couldn’t you bring nurse here, mamma? The carriage could fetch her, and she could spend the rest of the day here, which I know she would like.’

      Mrs. Thornton did not speak; but she laid her work on the table, and seemed to think.

      ‘It will be a long way for her to walk back at night!’ she remarked, at last.

      ‘Oh, but I will send her home in a cab. I never thought of her walking.’ At this point, Mr. Thornton came in, just before going to the mill.

      ‘Mother! I need hardly say, that if there is any little thing that could serve Mrs. Hale as an invalid, you will offer it, I’m sure.’

      ‘If I can find it out, I will. But I have never been ill myself, so I am not much up to invalids’ fancies.’

      ‘Well! here is Fanny then, who is seldom without an ailment. She will be able to suggest something, perhaps—won’t you, Fan?’

      ‘I have not always an ailment,’ said Fanny, pettishly; ‘and I am not going with mamma. I have a headache to-day, and I shan’t go out.’

      Mr. Thornton looked annoyed. His mother’s eyes were bent on her work, at which she was now stitching away busily.

      ‘Fanny! I wish you to go,’ said he, authoritatively. ‘It will do you good, instead of harm. You will oblige me by going, without my saying anything more about it.’

      He went abruptly out of the room after saying this.

      If he had staid a minute longer, Fanny would have cried at his tone of command, even when he used the words, ‘You will oblige me.’ As it was, she grumbled.

      ‘John always speaks as if I fancied I was ill, and I am sure I never do fancy any such thing. Who are these Hales that he makes such a fuss about?’

      ‘Fanny, don’t speak so of your brother. He has good reasons of some kind or other, or he would not wish us to go. Make haste and put your things on.’

      But the little altercation between her son and her daughter did not incline Mrs. Thornton more favourably towards ‘these Hales.’ Her jealous heart repeated her daughter’s question, ‘Who are they, that he is so anxious we should pay them all this attention?’ It came up like a burden to a song, long after Fanny had forgotten all about it in the pleasant excitement of seeing the effect of a new bonnet in the looking-glass.

      Mrs. Thornton was shy. It was only of late years that she had had leisure enough in her life to go into society; and as society she did not enjoy it. As dinner-giving, and as criticising other people’s dinners, she took satisfaction in it. But this going to make acquaintance with strangers was a very different thing. She was ill at ease, and looked more than usually stern and forbidding as she entered the Hales’ little drawing-room.

      Margaret was busy embroidering a small piece of cambric for some little article of dress for Edith’s expected baby—‘Flimsy, useless work,’ as Mrs. Thornton observed to herself. She liked Mrs. Hale’s double knitting far better; that was sensible of its kind. The room altogether was full of knick-knacks, which must take a long time to dust; and time to people of limited income was money. She made all these reflections as she was talking in her stately way to Mrs. Hale, and uttering all the stereotyped commonplaces that most people can find to say with their senses blindfolded. Mrs. Hale was making rather more exertion in her answers, captivated by some real old lace which Mrs. Thornton wore; ‘lace,’ as she afterwards observed to Dixon, ‘of that old English point which has not been made for this seventy years, and which cannot be bought. It must have been an heirloom, and shows that she had ancestors.’ So the owner of the ancestral lace became worthy of something more than the languid exertion to be agreeable to a visitor, by which Mrs. Hale’s efforts at conversation would have been otherwise bounded. And presently, Margaret, racking her brain to talk to Fanny, heard her mother and Mrs. Thornton plunge into the interminable subject of servants.

      ‘I suppose you are not musical,’ said Fanny, ‘as I see no piano.’

      ‘I am fond of hearing good music; I cannot play well myself; and papa and mamma don’t care much about it; so we sold our old piano when we came here.’

      ‘I wonder how you can exist without one. It almost seems to me a necessary of life.’

      ‘Fifteen shillings a week, and three saved out of them!’ thought Margaret to herself ‘But she must have been very young. She probably has forgotten her own personal experience. But she must know of those days.’ Margaret’s manner had an extra tinge of coldness in it when she next spoke.

      ‘You have good concerts here, I believe.’

      ‘Oh, yes! Delicious! Too crowded, that is the worst. The directors admit so indiscriminately. But one is sure to hear the newest music there. I always have a large order to give to Johnson’s, the day after a concert.’

      ‘Do you like new music simply for its newness, then?’

      ‘Oh; one knows it is the fashion in London, or else the singers would not bring it down here. You have been in London, of course.’

      ‘Yes,’ said Margaret, ‘I have lived there for several years.’

      ‘Oh! London and the Alhambra are the two places I long to see!’

      ‘London and the Alhambra!’

      ‘Yes! ever since I read the Tales of the Alhambra. Don’t you know them?’

      ‘I don’t think I do. But surely, it is a very easy journey to London.’

      ‘Yes; but somehow,’ said Fanny, lowering her voice, ‘mamma has never been to London herself, and can’t understand my longing. She is very proud of Milton; dirty, smoky place, as I feel it to be. I believe she admires it the more for those very qualities.’

      ‘If it has been Mrs. Thornton’s home for some years, I can well understand her loving it,’ said Margaret, in her clear bell-like voice.

      ‘What are you saying about me, Miss Hale? May I inquire?’

      Margaret had not the words ready for an answer to this question, which took her a little by surprise, so Miss Thornton replied:

      ‘Oh, mamma! we are only trying to account for your being so fond of Milton.’

      ‘Thank you,’ said Mrs. Thornton. ‘I do not feel that my very natural liking for the place where I was born and brought up—and which has since been my residence for some years, requires any accounting for.’

      Margaret was vexed. As Fanny had put it, it did seem as if they had been impertinently discussing Mrs. Thornton’s feelings; but she also rose up against that lady’s manner of showing that she was offended.

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