Chapter 26
"Very good," acquiesced Stubbs.
"Is that woman gone yet?"
"No, sir. My opinion is, she means to wait until she sees you."
"Then send her in at once, and let's get it over," thundered Mr. Dare.
In what lay his objection to seeing her? A dread lest she should put forth their relations.h.i.+p as a plea for his clemency? If so, he was destined to be agreeably disappointed. Jane did not allude to it; would not allude to it. After that interview held with Mrs. Dare, some three or four months before, she had dropped all remembrance of the connection: even the children did not know of it. She only solicited Mr.
Dare's leniency now, as any other stranger might have solicited it.
Little chance was there of Mr. Dare's acceding to her prayer: he and his wife both wanted Helstonleigh to be free of the Halliburtons.
"It will be utter ruin," she urged. "It will turn us, beggars, into the streets. Mr. Dare, I _promise_ you the rent by the middle of February.
Unless it were certain, my brother would not have promised it to me.
Surely you may accord me this short time."
"Ma'am, I cannot--that is, Mr. Ashley cannot. It was a reprehensible piece of carelessness on my part to suffer the rent to go on for half a year, considering that you were strangers. Mr. Ashley will look to me to see him well out of it."
"There is sufficient furniture in my house, new furniture, to pay what is owing three times over."
"May be, as it stands in it. Things worth forty pounds in a house, won't fetch ten at a sale."
"That is an additional reason why I----"
"Now, my good lady," interrupted Mr. Dare, with imperative civility, "one word is as good as a thousand; and that word I have said. I cannot withdraw the seizure, except on receipt of the rent and costs. Pay them, and I shall be most happy to do it. If you stop here all night I can give you no other answer; and my time is valuable."
He glanced at the door as he spoke. Jane took the hint, and pa.s.sed out of it. As much by the tone, as by the words, she gathered that there was no hope whatever.
The streets were bright with gas as she hurried along, her head bent, her veil over her face, her tears falling silently. But when she left the town behind her, and approached a lonely part of the road where no eye was on her, no ear near her, then the sobs burst forth uncontrolled.
"No eye on her? no ear near her?" Ay, but there was! There was one Eye, one Ear, which never closes. And as Jane's dreadful trouble resolved itself into a cry for help to Him who ever listens, there seemed to come a feeling of peace, of _trust_, into her soul.
CHAPTER XVII.
THOMAS ASHLEY.
Frank met her as she went in. It was dark; but she kept her veil down.
"Oh, mamma, that's the most horrible man!" he began, in a whisper. "You know the cheese you brought in on Sat.u.r.day, that we might not eat our bread quite dry; well, he has eaten it up, every morsel, and half a loaf of bread! And he has burnt the whole scuttleful of coal! And he swore because there was no meat; and he swore at us because we would not go to the public-house and buy him some beer. He said we
"I said you would not allow us to go, mamma," interrupted William, who now came up. "I told him that if he wanted beer he must go and get it for himself. I spoke civilly, you know, not rudely. He went into such a pa.s.sion, and said such things! It is a good thing Jane was out."
"Where is Gar?" she asked.
"Gar was frightened at the man, and the tobacco-smoke made him sick, and he cried; and then he lay down on the floor, and went to sleep."
_She_ felt sick. She drew her two boys into the parlour--dark there, except for the lamp in the road, which shone in. Pressing them in her arms, completely subdued by the miseries of her situation, she leaned her forehead upon William's shoulder, and burst once more into a most distressing flood of tears.
They were alarmed. They cried with her. "Oh, mamma! what is it? Why don't you order the man to go away?"
"My boys, I must tell you; I cannot keep it from you," she sobbed. "That man is put here to remain, until I can pay the rent. If I cannot pay it, our things will be taken and sold."
William's pulses and heart alike beat, but he was silent, Frank spoke.
"Whatever shall we do, mamma?"
"I do not know," she wailed. "Perhaps G.o.d will help us. There is no one else to do it."
Patience came in, for about the sixth time, to see whether Jane had returned, and how the mission had sped. They called her into the cold, dark room. Jane gave her the history of the whole day, and Patience listened in astonishment.
"I cannot but believe that Thomas Ashley must have been mis-informed,"
said she, presently. "But that you are strangers in the place, I should say you had an enemy who may have gone to him with a tale that thee can pay, but will not. Still, even in that case, it would be unlike Thomas Ashley. He is a kind and a good man; not a harsh one."
"Mr. Dare told me he was expressly acting for Mr. Ashley."
"Well, I say that I cannot understand it," repeated Patience. "It is not like Thomas Ashley. I will give thee an instance of his disposition and general character. There was a baker rented under him, living in a house of Thomas Ashley's. The baker got behind with his rent; other bakers were more favoured than he; but he kept on at his trade, hoping times would mend. Year by year he failed in his rent--Thomas Ashley, mark thee, still paying him regularly for the bread supplied to his family.
'Why do you not stop his bread-money?' asked one, who knew of this, of Thomas Ashley. 'Because he is poor, and looks to my weekly money, with that of others, to buy his flour,' was Thomas Ashley's answer. Well, when he owed several years' rent, the baker died, and the widow was going to move. Anthony Dare hastened to Thomas Ashley. 'Which day shall I levy a distress upon the goods?' asked he. 'Not at all,' replied Thomas Ashley. And he went to the widow, and told her the rent was forgiven, and the goods were her own, to take with her when she left.
That is Thomas Ashley."
Jane bent her head in thought. "Is Mr. Lynn at home?" she asked. "I should like to speak to him."
"He has had his tea and gone back to the manufactory, but he will be home soon after eight. I will keep Jane till bedtime. She and Anna are happy over their puzzles."
"Patience, am I obliged to find that man in food?"
"That thee art. It is the law."
The noise made by Patience in going away, brought the man forth from the study, a candle in his hand. "When is that mother of yours coming back?"
he roared out to the boys. Jane advanced. "Oh, you are here!" he uttered, wrathfully. "What are you going to give me to eat and drink? A pretty thing this is, to have an officer in, and starve him!"
"You shall have tea directly. You shall have what we have," she answered, in a low tone.
The kettle was boiling on the study fire. Jane lighted a fire in the parlour, and sent Frank out for b.u.t.ter. The man smoked over the study fire, as he had done all the afternoon, and Gar slept beside him on the floor, but William went now and brought the child away. Jane sent the man his tea in, and the loaf and b.u.t.ter.
The fare did not please him. He came to the parlour and said he must have meat; he had had none for his dinner.
"I cannot give it you," replied Jane. "We are eating dry toast and bread, as you may see. I sent b.u.t.ter to you."
He stood there for some minutes, giving vent to his feelings in rather strong language; and then he went back to revenge himself upon the b.u.t.ter for the want of meat. Jane laid her hand upon her beating throat: beating with its tribulation.
Between eight and nine Jane went to the next door. Samuel Lynn had come home for the evening, and was sitting at the table in his parlour, helping the two little girls with a geographical puzzle, which had baffled their skill. He was a little man, quiet in movement, pale and sedate in feature, dry and unsympathising in manner.
"Thee art in trouble, friend, I hear," he said, placing a chair for Jane, whilst Patience came and called the children away. "It is sad for thee."
"In great trouble," answered Jane. "I came in to ask if you would serve me in my trouble. I fancy perhaps you can do so if you will."