Chapter 6
"Salt at what, Robert?" asked Mrs. Tait.
"Why, at these rubbis.h.i.+ng cla.s.sics. _I_ shall never make a tutor, as Mr.
Halliburton and Francis do; and what on earth's to become of me? As to any chance of my being a parson, of course that's over: where's the money to come from?"
"What _is_ to become of you, then?" cried Mrs. Tait. "I'm sure I don't know."
"Besides," went on Robert, lowering his voice, and calling up the most effectual argument he could think of, "I ought to be doing something for myself. I am living here upon Mr. Halliburton."
"He is delighted to have you, Robert," interrupted Jane, quickly. "Mamma pays----"
"Be quiet, Mrs. Jane! What sort of a wife do you call yourself, pray, to go against your husband's interests in that manner? I heard you preaching up to the charity children the other day about its being sinful to waste time."
"Well?" said Jane.
"Well! what's waste of time for other people is not waste of time for me, I suppose?" went on Robert.
"You are not wasting your time, Robert."
"I am. And if you had the sense people give you credit for, Madam Jane, you'd see it. I shall never, I say, earn my salt at teaching; and--just tell me yourself whether there seems any chance now that I shall enter the Church."
"At present I do not see that there is," confessed Jane.
"There! Then is it waste of time, or not, my continuing to study for a career which I can never enter upon?"
"But what else can you do, Robert?" interposed Mrs. Tait. "You cannot idle your time away at home, or be running about the streets all day."
"No," said Robert, "better stop at school for ever than do that. I want to see the world, mother."
"You--want--to--see--the--world!" echoed Mrs. Tait, bringing out the words slowly in her astonishment, whilst Jane looked up from her work, and fixed her eyes upon her brother.
"It's only natural that I should," said Robert, with equanimity. "I have an invitation to go down into Yorks.h.i.+re."
"What to do?" cried Mrs. Tait.
"Oh, lots of things. They keep hunters, and----"
"Why, you were never on horseback in your life, Robert," laughed Jane.
"You would come back with your neck broken."
"I do wish you'd be quiet, Jane!" returned Robert, reddening. "I am talking to mamma, not to you. Winchcombe has invited me to spend the Christmas holidays with him down at his father's place in Yorks.h.i.+re.
And, mother, I want to go; and I want you to promise that I shall not return to
"Robert, you take my breath away!" uttered Mrs. Tait. "I have no interest anywhere. I could not get you into any of these places."
"I dare say Mr. Halliburton could. He knows lots of people. Jane, you talk to him: he'll do anything for you."
There ensued, I say, much discussion about
Robert. But it is not with Robert Tait that our story has to do; and only a few words need be given to him here and there. It appeared to them all that it would be inexpedient for him to continue at school; both with regard to his own wishes and to his prospects. He was allowed to pay the visit with his schoolfellow, and (as he came back with neck unbroken) Mr. Halliburton succeeded in placing him in a large wholesale warehouse. Robert appeared to like it very much at first, and always came home to spend Sunday with them.
"He may rise in time to be one of the first mercantile men in London,"
observed Mr. Halliburton to his wife; "one of our merchant-princes, as my uncle used to say by me, if only----"
"If what? Why do you hesitate?" she asked.
"If he will only persevere, I was going to say. But, Jane, I fear perseverance is a quality that Robert does not possess."
Of course all that had to be proved. It lay in the future.
CHAPTER V.
MARGARET.
From two to three years pa.s.sed away, and the Midsummer holidays were approaching. Margaret was expected as usual for them, and Jane, delighted to receive her, went about her glad preparations. Margaret would not return to the school, in which she had been a paid teacher for the last year; but was to enter a family as governess. For one efficient, well-educated, accomplished governess to be met with in those days, scores may be counted now--or who profess to be so; and Margaret Tait, though barely nineteen, antic.i.p.ated a salary of seventy or eighty guineas a year.
A warm, bright day in June, that on which Mr. Halliburton went to receive Margaret. The coach brought her to its resting-place, the "Bull and Mouth," in St. Martin's-le-Grand, and Mr. Halliburton reached the inn as St. Paul's clock was striking midday. One minute more, and the coach drove in.
There she was, inside; a tall, fine girl, with a handsome face: a face full of resolution and energy. Margaret Tait had her good qualities, and she had also her faults: a great one, speaking of the latter, was self-will. She opened the door herself and leaped out before any one could help her, all joy and delight.
"And what about your boxes, Margaret?" questioned Mr. Halliburton, after a few words of greeting. "Have they come this time or not?"
Margaret laughed. "Yes, they really have. I have not lost them on the road, as I did at Christmas. You will never forget to tell me of that, I am sure! But it was more the guard's fault than mine."
A few minutes, and Mr. Halliburton, Margaret, and the boxes were lumbering along in one of the old gla.s.s coaches.
"And now tell me about every one," said Margaret. "How is dear mamma?"
"She is quite well. We are all well. Jane's famous."
"And my precious little w.i.l.l.y?"
"Oh," said Mr. Halliburton, quaintly, "he is a great deal too troublesome for anything to be the matter with him. I tell Jane she will have to begin the whipping system soon."
"And much Jane will attend to you! Is it a pretty baby?"
Mr. Halliburton raised his eyebrows. "Jane thinks so. I wonder she has not had its likeness taken."
"Is it christened?" continued Margaret.
"It is baptized. Jane would not have the christening until you were at home."
"And its name?"
"Jane."