<h2 id='ch03' class='c007'>CHAPTER III</h2>
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<div><i>Result of the Water-Party.</i></div>
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THE only Person in the
Boat, who was left for
the Boatman to save,
was Mistress <i>Glossop</i>, the
Widow of a <i>Cheapside</i>
Hairdresser in a much larger Way of
Business than my Father, with whom we
were on very intimate Terms. She was a
Woman of about forty-five, tall, bulky, and
with a very heated Face, which was the
Result of Intemperance, not in drinking,
but eating, as I have often heard her acknowledge.
She was fond of Everything
nice, and had a Habit of saying, “Oh,
I can’t resist this!” “I never can resist
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_37'>37</span>that!” which used to disgust me with
her; and make me ready to say, “More
Shame for you if you cannot.” She and
her Husband had always been well to
do; and now she was Mistress of a large
Business, with Court-patronage, such as it
was, and a Foreman and three ’Prentices
under her; besides keeping a professed
Cook, Housemaid, and Scullion. And
whereas she and Master <i>Glossop</i> had
always been Companions and Gossips of
my Father and Mother, whose Ages were
suitable to them, yet, now she had cast
off her Weeds, she went mighty fine;
and <i>Mark</i>, who thought her sufficiently
unagreeable, though he often went on
Errands to her, said he was sure she was
casting about for a second. To a Woman
of her Habit, the Ducking she got was
unlikely to be of much Good; and as for
her flame-coloured Mantua, and pea-green
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_38'>38</span>Mantle, they were ruined outright: however,
she was very merry about it, and
as we were all engaged to sup with her,
would hear of no excuse. Howbeit, my
Mother was too wet for doing Anything
but going Home and to Bed: my Father
would not leave her; <i>Hugh Braidfoot</i> said
he would join us, but did not; and the
End was, that <i>Mark</i> and I, when we had
dressed ourselves afresh and kept our Engagement,
found Nobody to meet us but
some <i>Cheapside</i> Shop-keepers who had not
been on the Water. And though they
made very merry, and though there were
Lobsters, and Pound-cake, and Ducks, and
green Peas, and fried Plum-pudding, and
Gooseberry Pie, and other Delicacies too
numerous to mention, I had no Mind to
eat, but sat shivering, and scorching, and
thinking of the Water closing over me;
and at length, before any one else was
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_39'>39</span>ready to leave, begged Mistress <i>Glossop</i> to
let me wish her Good-night.</p>
<p class='c013'><i>Mark</i>, though he was in high Spirits,
came away with me, and very kindly said
he feared I was the worse for the Accident.
And though he had been very
talkative at the Supper-table, yet as soon
as we got into the open Air we became
as quiet as two Judges, and walked Home
scarcely speaking a Word, till we came
to that last one, “Good-night.”</p>
<p class='c013'>I had taken Cold, which, with a good
deal of Fever attending it, made me very
poorly for some Days; and my dear
Mother, who did not show it so much
at first, had in fact taken her Death-chill,
though we knew it not till long afterwards.
Meantime, she kept about; I
seeming at first the worst of the two, and
sitting by the Fire in a Cloke, very chilly,
though ’twas close upon the Dog-days.
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_40'>40</span><i>Violet Armytage</i> came over the Way to
see me; and saith she, “Dear <i>Cherry</i>,
how well <i>Mark</i> behaved! I shall think
the better of him for it as long as I
live!”</p>
<p class='c013'>I felt I should do so too, but had no
Mind to speak much about it; and, my
Cold being heavy, and making me indisposed
to talk, she soon went away.
Almost daily, however, she came across;
and, when she did not, <i>Mark</i> went at her
Desire to tell her how I was.</p>
<p class='c013'>And so I got well; and just as I was
fit for going out again, my dear Mother’s
Illness became so apparent that I kept
wholly to the House. At first we thought
it troublesome rather than dangerous, and
were not frightened; and, though I sat
by her Bed almost all Day long, she would
sometimes send me down to work below
and keep an Eye to the House. Her Illness
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_41'>41</span>subdued me a good deal; and <i>Mark</i>
was become unwontedly gentle and silent;
so that, though we scarce saw each other
save at Meals, we said little; and yet I
never felt him to be better Company.</p>
<p class='c013'><i>Violet</i> sent me Word that unusual Press
of Business in the Shop kept her from
coming over, but begged I would never
let a Day pass without sending her Word
how my Mother was; which I did, though
thinking, now and then, she might have
just run over, if but for a Minute.</p>
<p class='c013'>One sultry Evening, my Mother being
ready to compose herself to Sleep, bade
me sit below till she rang for me, as she
was sure the Room must be warm and
close. It was so, in fact, and I was feeling
a little faint, therefore was glad to sit at
the open Casement of our Parlour behind
the Shop. The Business of the Day was
done; my Father was gossiping with
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_42'>42</span><i>Hugh Braidfoot</i> next Door; there was a
pleasing Confusion of distant Sounds from
the City and along the Water; Boatmen
calling “Yo, heave ho,” and singing
Snatches of Boat-songs; the Water trembling
and murmuring among the Arches,
and the Evening Air feeling soft and
reviving.</p>
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<p class='c013'>While I was thus sitting, all alone save
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_43'>43</span>for <i>Dolly</i> in the Kitchen, and Master <i>Blower</i>
on the first Story, <i>Mark</i> comes in and
gives me a Posy, saying, “<i>Violet</i> sends you
these Flowers:” and then remained,
with his Hand resting on the Back of
my Chair.</p>
<p class='c013'>I know not how long we thus remained,
quite silent, and I conscious of
great Pleasure in his Presence; till at last,
for want of Anything more important to
say, I observed, “How pleasant the Evening
Air is coming over the Water!”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Very,” said he, without seeming to
be thinking much about it: and again
we were both quiet.</p>
<p class='c013'>“Cousin,” said he at length, in a very
gentle Voice,—which was not his usual
Way of addressing me, for in common he
called me <i>Cherry</i>,—</p>
<p class='c013'>—“Dear Cousin, I have something to
say to you”—and stopped.</p>
<p class='c013'><span class="pagenum" id='Page_44'>44</span>“What is it, <i>Mark</i>?” said I, softly.</p>
<p class='c013'>“We have lived long together,” began
he again, faintly laughing, “and I never
felt afraid of speaking to you, before—How
odd it is that I should feel so, now!”</p>
<p class='c013'>“What have you to be afraid about?”
said I, looking up at him: on which he
coloured and looked away; and I did the
same, without knowing why.</p>
<p class='c013'>“You have always been my Friend,”
resumed he, taking Courage; “you will
not be angry with me?”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Why should I?” said I. “Is there
Anything to be angry about?”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Perhaps you may think so,” said he,
“when you come to know all. Dear
<i>Cherry</i>, I’m in Love!” And laughed,
and then was silent.</p>
<p class='c013'>I never felt so perplexed what to say
next. “I don’t see that is any Matter of
mine,” said I at length.</p>
<p class='c013'><span class="pagenum" id='Page_45'>45</span>“Don’t you, though? But that depends
upon whom I’m in Love with!”
said he, smiling. “If it were with Anybody
a hundred Miles off, that you had
never seen or heard of, you might say it
was no Matter of yours; but, <i>Cherry</i>,
she’s not one Mile off! She’s the
prettiest Girl on the Bridge!”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Then,” said I, turning scarlet as I
spoke, “it must certainly be <i>Violet Armytage</i>!”</p>
<p class='c013'>“It is!” cried he rapturously. “What
a Guesser you are!—Dear <i>Cherry</i>!”</p>
<p class='c013'>Oh! what a Bound my Heart gave;
and then seemed to stop! For,—I’m
only speaking to myself; to myself I may
own the Truth—I had not thought he
meant <i>Violet</i>!</p>
<p class='c013'>“Ah,” said he, after a long Silence,
which I was as unable as he was disinclined
to break, “I dare say you’ve seen
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_46'>46</span>it all along—I may have told you no
News—you are such a good Secret-keeper,
<i>Cherry</i>!”</p>
<p class='c013'>I could not yet say a Word—He had
taken my Hand and wrung it; and I
gently pressed his in Sign of Sympathy;
it was all I could do, but it was quite
enough.</p>
<p class='c013'>“How kind you are!” said he. “What
do you think my Uncle will say?”</p>
<p class='c013'>“What do you think her Father will
say?” said I faintly.</p>
<p class='c013'>“We are not going to tell him just yet,”
returned he, “nor yet her Mother.”</p>
<p class='c013'>“That sounds bad, <i>Mark</i>——”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Nay, <i>Cherry</i>, you know how crazy
the old Lady is to have <i>Braidfoot</i> for
her Son-in-law; she’ll find in Time he
won’t come forward, and <i>Violet</i> will take
care he shall not, for she will give him
no Encouragement; but, till her Mother
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_47'>47</span>finds it won’t do, there’s no Use in my
speaking, for you know I have nothing
to marry upon, yet.”</p>
<p class='c013'>“When shall you have?” said I.</p>
<p class='c013'>“<i>When?</i>” repeated he, looking a little
annoyed. “Why, <i>some of these Days</i>, as the
Saying is. You know I am thorough
Master of my Business now, have served
my time, receive good Wages, and am
very useful to your Father. Who knows
but that, as Time goes on, he’ll take
me for a Partner, and finally retire from
Business?”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Ah, <i>Mark</i>, so little comes in now,
that he will have nothing to retire
upon. We can but just go on as we
do.”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Well,” said he, laughing, with a little
Embarrassment, “perhaps Mistress <i>Glossop</i>
will take me into Partnership. I’m a
Favourite in that Quarter.”</p>
<p class='c013'><span class="pagenum" id='Page_48'>48</span>“Mistress <i>Glossop</i>! Oh, <i>Mark</i>!”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Nay, <i>Cherry</i>, don’t you see, if old
Master <i>Armytage</i> takes a Fancy to me,
he may make it worth her while to
do so, for the Sake of his ‘sweet
<i>Wi-let</i>’?”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Ah, <i>Mark</i>, Master <i>Armytage</i> is himself
in a very small Way of Business—nothing
at all to compare with Mistress
<i>Glossop’s</i>. <i>We</i> love and esteem them
for old Acquaintance sake, but she looks
quite down upon them. There are
so many small Haberdashers on the
Bridge!”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Well, the smaller he is, the less
Reason he will have to look down upon
me. I suppose you don’t mean to say,
<i>Cherry</i>, that no young Man thinks of
Marriage unless he is better off than
I am?”</p>
<p class='c013'>“So far from it, <i>Mark</i>, that I cannot
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_49'>49</span>see what Right the <i>Armytages</i> have
to expect a better Match for their
Daughter; and therefore I think it a
Pity there should be any Concealment.”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Marry come up!” cries he, “I would
rather draw a Double-tooth for a fiery
Dragon than tell Master <i>Armytage</i> I
was Suitor for his sweet <i>Wi-let</i>!”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Why, you will have to tell him
sooner or later,” said I.</p>
<p class='c013'>“Not ... not if we wait till he
dies,” said <i>Mark</i>.</p>
<p class='c013'>“<i>Dies!</i> oh, <i>Mark</i>!”——</p>
<p class='c013'>“It’s ill, reckoning on dead Men’s
Shoes, I own,” said he, looking rather
ashamed.</p>
<p class='c013'>“It’s unfeeling and indelicate in the
highest Degree,” said I. “Why should
not <i>Violet</i> tell her Father?”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Ah, <i>Cherry</i>, she will not; and what’s
more, she has made me solemnly promise
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_50'>50</span>that <i>I</i> will not, at present; so you
see there’s no more to be said. We
must just go on, hoping and waiting,
as many young Couples have done
before us; knowing that we love one
another—and is not that, for a While
at least, enough?”</p>
<p class='c013'>I faintly said, “Yes.”</p>
<p class='c013'>“You don’t speak so heartily, though,
as I thought you would,” said he.
“Don’t you sympathize with us, <i>Cherry</i>?”</p>
<p class='c013'>I looked up at him with a Smile,
though my Lip quivered, and said fervently,
“Oh, yes!”</p>
<p class='c013'>“That’s right!” said he gladly. “Now
I shall feel that, whether Things go
rough or smooth with me, you take
cordial Part in them. <span class='sc'>God</span> bless you,
<i>Cherry</i>! And if ever I’m in any little
Difficulty with <i>Violet</i>, I shall come to
you for Advice and Help, rely upon
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_51'>51</span>it!—Hark, there is your Mother’s
Bell.”</p>
<p class='c013'>I ran off, glad to leave him; and
found my Mother coughing, and in want
of some Water. When she had recovered
herself, and composed herself again to
Sleep, I sat by her Casement, looking
out on the same Scene I had been gazing
on an Hour before; but oh! with what
different Feelings!</p>
<p class='c013'>The Trouble of my Soul taught me
how much I had cared for him, what
Expectations I had nourished of him,
what Disappointment I felt in him. All
was changed, all was shivered: never to
be built up again! And yet no one knew
what Hopes were wrecked within me.—The
World was going on just the same!</p>
<p class='c013'>I thought how kind my Father and
Mother had been to him, and how likely
it was they had hoped he would marry
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_52'>52</span>me, and how certainly, in that case, my
Father would have shared his Business
with him.</p>
<p class='c013'>I thought how dull and forlorn a Place
the World would now seem to me, but
resolved they should never know it. I
would go on, in all Respects, just the
same.</p>
<p class='c013'>Large Tears were flowing unrestrained
down my Cheeks, when Master <i>Blower’s</i>
Bell, having been once rung already, was
now pulled again with some Impatience;
and as <i>Dolly</i> had stepped out, I answered
it myself, and found he wanted his
Supper, which he took at no particular
Time, but just whenever he was inclined
to lay aside his Reading or Writing. I
might have spread the Table for him
nineteen Times out of twenty, without
his ever looking at me; however, on this
Occasion he happened to have nothing
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_53'>53</span>better to do, and observed I was in
trouble.</p>
<p class='c013'>“Child,” said he, “is thy Mother
worse?”</p>
<p class='c013'>“No, Sir, I humbly thank you.”</p>
<p class='c013'>“Then,” says he, “Something else has
happened to grieve thee, for thine
Eyes are red with weeping. What is
it?”</p>
<p class='c013'>But I could not tell him.</p>
<p class='c013'>“Well,” said he, after a Pause, “young
Girls may have their Griefs that they
don’t care to tell about.—Man is born
to Trouble, as the Sparks fly upward.
And sometimes those Griefs we show
least, we feel most. But remember,
my good Girl, (for a good Girl, <i>Cherry</i>,
thou art!) that there is One to whom
we may always carry our Burthens;
One who can ease them, too, either by
giving us Strength to bear them, or by
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_54'>54</span>removing them altogether.—Go pray,
my Child, go pray!”</p>
<p class='c013'>And I did as he bade me, and found
Balm for a bleeding Heart. He was a
good and wise Man, was Master <i>Blower</i>.</p>
<p class='c013'>When my Mother awoke, she said,
“<i>Cherry</i>, I don’t know what has come
over me, but I feel a Peace and a
Quiet past expressing ... I should
not wonder if you have been praying
for me, my Child.”</p>
<p class='c013'>I pressed her Hand and said, “Yes,
Mother, I have ... and for myself
too.”</p>
<p class='c013'>“This Illness of mine may be a Blessing
in Disguise to us both,” said she
after a Pause—“it has taught me your
Value, <i>Cherry</i>.”</p>
<p class='c013'>“What a funny Story,” resumed she presently,
quietly smiling, “might be written
by a clever Hand about a Person who
<span class="pagenum" id='Page_55'>55</span>always fancied herself undervalued! ‘<i>The
Undervalued Woman!</i>’—There are a good
many such in the World, I fancy; poor
Things, it seems no Joke to <i>them</i>. People
who have that Impression of themselves
generally take such silly Methods to
prevent their being overlooked! They
had better make themselves of real Importance,
by being useful and thoughtful
for others. They had better take Pattern
by <i>you</i>, <i>Cherry</i>!”</p>
<p class='c013'>How dear, a Mother’s Praise! Especially
when so seldom bestowed!</p>
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