书城公版A Changed Man and Other Tales
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第74章 A MERE INTERLUDE(1)

CHAPTER I

The traveller in school-books,who vouched in dryest tones for the fidelity to fact of the following narrative,used to add a ring of truth to it by opening with a nicety of criticism on the heroine's personality.People were wrong,he declared,when they surmised that Baptista Trewthen was a young woman with scarcely emotions or character.There was nothing in her to love,and nothing to hate--so ran the general opinion.That she showed few positive qualities was true.The colours and tones which changing events paint on the faces of active womankind were looked for in vain upon hers.But still waters run deep;and no crisis had come in the years of her early maidenhood to demonstrate what lay hidden within her,like metal in a mine.

She was the daughter of a small farmer in St.Maria's,one of the Isles of Lyonesse beyond Off-Wessex,who had spent a large sum,as there understood,on her education,by sending her to the mainland for two years.At nineteen she was entered at the Training College for Teachers,and at twenty-one nominated to a school in the country,near Tor-upon-Sea,whither she proceeded after the Christmas examination and holidays.

The months passed by from winter to spring and summer,and Baptista applied herself to her new duties as best she could,till an uneventful year had elapsed.Then an air of abstraction pervaded her bearing as she walked to and fro,twice a day,and she showed the traits of a person who had something on her mind.A widow,by name Mrs.Wace,in whose house Baptista Trewthen had been provided with a sitting-room and bedroom till the school-house should be built,noticed this change in her youthful tenant's manner,and at last ventured to press her with a few questions.

'It has nothing to do with the place,nor with you,'said Miss Trewthen.

'Then it is the salary?'

'No,nor the salary.'

'Then it is something you have heard from home,my dear.'Baptista was silent for a few moments.'It is Mr.Heddegan,'she murmured.'Him they used to call David Heddegan before he got his money.''And who is the Mr.Heddegan they used to call David?''An old bachelor at Giant's Town,St.Maria's,with no relations whatever,who lives about a stone's throw from father's.When I was a child he used to take me on his knee and say he'd marry me some day.Now I am a woman the jest has turned earnest,and he is anxious to do it.And father and mother says I can't do better than have him.''He's well off?'

'Yes--he's the richest man we know--as a friend and neighbour.''How much older did you say he was than yourself?''I didn't say.Twenty years at least.'

'And an unpleasant man in the bargain perhaps?'

'No--he's not unpleasant.'

'Well,child,all I can say is that I'd resist any such engagement if it's not palatable to 'ee.You are comfortable here,in my little house,I hope.All the parish like 'ee:and I've never been so cheerful,since my poor husband left me to wear his wings,as I've been with 'ee as my lodger.'

The schoolmistress assured her landlady that she could return the sentiment.'But here comes my perplexity,'she said.'I don't like keeping school.Ah,you are surprised--you didn't suspect it.

That's because I've concealed my feeling.Well,I simply hate school.I don't care for children--they are unpleasant,troublesome little things,whom nothing would delight so much as to hear that you had fallen down dead.Yet I would even put up with them if it was not for the inspector.For three months before his visit I didn't sleep soundly.And the Committee of Council are always changing the Code,so that you don't know what to teach,and what to leave untaught.I think father and mother are right.They say I shall never excel as a schoolmistress if I dislike the work so,and that therefore I ought to get settled by marrying Mr.Heddegan.Between us two,I like him better than school;but I don't like him quite so much as to wish to marry him.'

These conversations,once begun,were continued from day to day;till at length the young girl's elderly friend and landlady threw in her opinion on the side of Miss Trewthen's parents.All things considered,she declared,the uncertainty of the school,the labour,Baptista's natural dislike for teaching,it would be as well to take what fate offered,and make the best of matters by wedding her father's old neighbour and prosperous friend.

The Easter holidays came round,and Baptista went to spend them as usual in her native isle,going by train into Off-Wessex and crossing by packet from Pen-zephyr.When she returned in the middle of April her face wore a more settled aspect.

'Well?'said the expectant Mrs.Wace.

'I have agreed to have him as my husband,'said Baptista,in an off-hand way.'Heaven knows if it will be for the best or not.But Ihave agreed to do it,and so the matter is settled.'

Mrs.Wace commended her;but Baptista did not care to dwell on the subject;so that allusion to it was very infrequent between them.

Nevertheless,among other things,she repeated to the widow from time to time in monosyllabic remarks that the wedding was really impending;that it was arranged for the summer,and that she had given notice of leaving the school at the August holidays.Later on she announced more specifically that her marriage was to take place immediately after her return home at the beginning of the month aforesaid.

She now corresponded regularly with Mr.Heddegan.Her letters from him were seen,at least on the outside,and in part within,by Mrs.

Wace.Had she read more of their interiors than the occasional sentences shown her by Baptista she would have perceived that the scratchy,rusty handwriting of Miss Trewthen's betrothed conveyed little more matter than details of their future housekeeping,and his preparations for the same,with innumerable 'my dears'sprinkled in disconnectedly,to show the depth of his affection without the inconveniences of syntax.