little teeth; if you made her angry, she would not raise her voice,
but would probably say one of the bitterest things you have ever tasted
the
flavor of; if you did her a kindness, she would never forget it.
Mary admired the keen-faced handsome little Vicar in his well-brushed
threadbare clothes more than any man she had had the opportunity
of
knowing. She had never heard him say a foolish thing, though she
knew that he did
unwise ones; and perhaps foolish sayings were more
objectionable to her than any of Mr. Farebrother's
unwise doings.
At least, it was
remarkable that the
actual imperfections of the
Vicar's
clericalcharacter never seemed to call forth the same
scorn and
dislike which she showed
beforehand for the predicted
imperfections of the
clericalcharacter sustained by Fred Vincy.
These irregularities of judgment, I imagine, are found even in riper
minds than Mary Garth's: our impartiality is kept for abstract
merit and demerit, which none of us ever saw. Will any one guess
towards which of those widely different men Mary had the peculiar
woman's tenderness?--the one she was most inclined to be
severe on,
or the
contrary?
"Have you any message for your old playfellow, Miss Garth?"
said the Vicar, as he took a
fragrant apple from the basket which she
held towards him, and put it in his pocket. "Something to soften
down that harsh judgment? I am going straight to see him."
"No," said Mary, shaking her head, and smiling. "If I were to say
that he would not be
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clergyman, I must say that he
would be something worse than
ridiculous. But I am very glad
to hear that he is going away to work."
"On the other hand, I am very glad to hear that YOU are not
going away to work. My mother, I am sure, will be all the happier
if you will come to see her at the vicarage: you know she is fond
of having young people to talk to, and she has a great deal to tell
about old times. You will really be doing a kindness."
"I should like it very much, if I may," said Mary. "Everything
seems too happy for me all at once. I thought it would always
be part of my life to long for home, and losing that grievance
makes me feel rather empty: I suppose it served instead of sense
to fill up my mind?"
"May I go with you, Mary?" whispered Letty--a most
inconvenient child,
who listened to everything. But she was made exultant by having
her chin pinched and her cheek kissed by Mr. Farebrother--
an
incident which she narrated to her mother and father.
As the Vicar walked to Lowick, any one watching him closely might
have seen him twice shrug his shoulders. I think that the rare
Englishmen who have this
gesture are never of the heavy type--
for fear of any
lumberinginstance to the
contrary, I will say,
hardly ever; they have usually a fine
temperament and much tolerance
towards the smaller errors of men (themselves inclusive). The Vicar
was
holding an
inward dialogue in which he told himself that there
was probably something more between Fred and Mary Garth than the
regard of old playfellows, and replied with a question whether
that bit of womanhood were not a great deal too choice for that
crude young gentleman. The rejoinder to this was the first shrug.
Then he laughed at himself for being likely to have felt jealous,
as if he had been a man able to marry, which, added he, it is
as clear as any balance-sheet that I am not. Whereupon followed
the second shrug.
What could two men, so different from each other, see in this
"brown patch," as Mary called herself? It was certainly not her
plainness that attracted them (and let all plain young ladies be
warned against the dangerous
encouragement given them by Society
to
confide in their want of beauty). A human being in this aged
nation of ours is a very wonderful whole, the slow
creation of long
interchanging influences: and charm is a result of two such wholes,
the one
loving and the one loved.
When Mr. and Mrs. Garth were sitting alone, Caleb said, "Susan, guess
what I'm thinking of."
"The
rotation of crops," said Mrs. Garth, smiling at him,
above her
knitting, "or else the back-doors of the Tipton cottages."
"No," said Caleb,
gravely; "I am thinking that I could do a great
turn for Fred Vincy. Christy's gone, Alfred will be gone soon,
and it will be five years before Jim is ready to take to business.
I shall want help, and Fred might come in and learn the nature
of things and act under me, and it might be the making of him into
a useful man, if he gives up being a
parson. What do you think?"
"I think, there is hardly anything honest that his family would
object to more," said Mrs. Garth,
decidedly.