Man and Wife. Уилки Коллинз

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СКАЧАТЬ and quiet; scrupulously clean; eminently respectable; her gray hair neat and smooth under her modest white cap; her eyes, set deep in their orbits, looking straight at any person who spoke to her—here, at a first view, was a steady, trust-worthy woman. Here also on closer inspection, was a woman with the seal of some terrible past suffering set on her for the rest of her life. You felt it, rather than saw it, in the look of immovable endurance which underlain her expression—in the deathlike tranquillity which never disappeared from her manner. Her story was a sad one—so far as it was known. She had entered Lady Lundie's service at the period of Lady Lundie's marriage to Sir Thomas. Her character (given by the clergyman of her parish) described her as having been married to an inveterate drunkard, and as having suffered unutterably during her husband's lifetime. There were drawbacks to engaging her, now that she was a widow. On one of the many occasions on which her husband had personally ill-treated her, he had struck her a blow which had produced very remarkable nervous results. She had lain insensible many days together, and had recovered with the total loss of her speech. In addition to this objection, she was odd, at times, in her manner; and she made it a condition of accepting any situation, that she should be privileged to sleep in a room by herself As a set-off against all this, it was to be said, on the other side of the question, that she was sober; rigidly honest in all her dealings; and one of the best cooks in England. In consideration of this last merit, the late Sir Thomas had decided on giving her a trial, and had discovered that he had never dined in his life as he dined when Hester Dethridge was at the head of his kitchen. She remained after his death in his widow's service. Lady Lundie was far from liking her. An unpleasant suspicion attached to the cook, which Sir Thomas had over-looked, but which persons less sensible of the immense importance of dining well could not fail to regard as a serious objection to her. Medical men, consulted about her case discovered certain physiological anomalies in it which led them to suspect the woman of feigning dumbness, for some reason best known to herself. She obstinately declined to learn the deaf and dumb alphabet—on the ground that dumbness was not associated with deafness in her case. Stratagems were invented (seeing that she really did possess the use of her ears) to entrap her into also using her speech, and failed. Efforts were made to induce her to answer questions relating to her past life in her husband's time. She flatly declined to reply to them, one and all. At certain intervals, strange impulses to get a holiday away from the house appeared to seize her. If she was resisted, she passively declined to do her work. If she was threatened with dismissal, she impenetrably bowed her head, as much as to say, "Give me the word, and I go." Over and over again, Lady Lundie had decided, naturally enough, on no longer keeping such a servant as this; but she had never yet carried the decision to execution. A cook who is a perfect mistress of her art, who asks for no perquisites, who allows no waste, who never quarrels with the other servants, who drinks nothing stronger than tea, who is to be trusted with untold gold—is not a cook easily replaced. In this mortal life we put up with many persons and things, as Lady Lundie put up with her cook. The woman lived, as it were, on the brink of dismissal—but thus far the woman kept her place—getting her holidays when she asked for them (which, to do her justice, was not often) and sleeping always (go where she might with the family) with a locked door, in a room by herself.

      Hester Dethridge advanced slowly to the table at which Lady Lundie was sitting. A slate and pencil hung at her side, which she used for making such replies as were not to be expressed by a gesture or by a motion of the head. She took up the slate and pencil, and waited with stony submission for her mistress to begin.

      Lady Lundie opened the proceedings with the regular formula of inquiry which she had used with all the other servants,

      "Do you know that Miss Silvester has left the house?"

      The cook nodded her head affirmatively.

      "Do you know at what time she left it?"

      Another affirmative reply. The first which Lady Lundie had received to that question yet. She eagerly went on to the next inquiry.

      "Have you seen her since she left the house?"

      A third affirmative reply.

      "Where?"

      Hester Dethridge wrote slowly on the slate, in singularly firm upright characters for a woman in her position of life, these words:

      "On the road that leads to the railway. Nigh to Mistress Chew's Farm."

      "What did you want at Chew's Farm?"

      Hester Dethridge wrote: "I wanted eggs for the kitchen, and a breath of fresh air for myself."

      "Did Miss Silvester see you?"

      A negative shake of the head.

      "Did she take the turning that leads to the railway?"

      Another negative shake of the head.

      "She went on, toward the moor?"

      An affirmative reply.

      "What did she do when she got to the moor?"

      Hester Dethridge wrote: "She took the footpath which leads to Craig Fernie."

      Lady Lundie rose excitedly to her feet. There was but one place that a stranger could go to at Craig Fernie. "The inn!" exclaimed her ladyship. "She has gone to the inn!"

      Hester Dethridge waited immovably. Lady Lundie put a last precautionary question, in these words:

      "Have you reported what you have seen to any body else?"

      An affirmative reply. Lady Lundie had not bargained for that. Hester Dethridge (she thought) must surely have misunderstood her.

      "Do you mean that you have told somebody else what you have just told me?"

      Another affirmative reply.

      "A person who questioned you, as I have done?"

      A third affirmative reply.

      "Who was it?"

      Hester Dethridge wrote on her slate: "Miss Blanche."

      Lady Lundie stepped back, staggered by the discovery that Blanche's resolution to trace Anne Silvester was, to all appearance, as firmly settled as her own. Her step-daughter was keeping her own counsel, and acting on her own responsibility—her step-daughter might be an awkward obstacle in the way. The manner in which Anne had left the house had mortally offended Lady Lundie. An inveterately vindictive woman, she had resolved to discover whatever compromising elements might exist in the governess's secret, and to make them public property (from a paramount sense of duty, of course) among her own circle of friends. But to do this—with Blanche acting (as might certainly be anticipated) in direct opposition to her, and openly espousing Miss Silvester's interests—was manifestly impossible.

      The first thing to be done—and that instantly—was to inform Blanche that she was discovered, and to forbid her to stir in the matter.

      Lady Lundie rang the bell twice—thus intimating, according to the laws of the household, that she required the attendance of her own maid. She then turned to the cook—still waiting her pleasure, with stony composure, slate in hand.

      "You have done wrong," said her ladyship, severely. "I am your mistress. You are bound to answer your mistress—"

      Hester Dethridge bowed her head, in icy acknowledgment of the principle laid down—so far.

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