he circle of mr. effingham’s acquaintance was large, and even in the dull wintry season clemence found that the claims of society took up much of her time and attention. knocks were frequent at her door; numerous visitors came to introduce themselves to the young wife of the wealthy banker. clemence felt at first embarrassed, then amused, then wearied by that which lost its charm with its novelty. she became tired of ringing changes on the weather, the last new book, political prospects, and the movements of the court, with a succession of wearers of velvet bonnets and furred mantillas, whom she scarcely knew even by name. clemence had not as yet much of the small change of conversation, and she had not the courage to produce her gold. mrs. effingham seldom entered her carriage, which was usually at the disposal of lady selina; clemence being well pleased to purchase, by relinquishing the luxury of a drive, a little respite from the oppressive companionship of the earl’s daughter.
at mr. effingham’s desire, clemence, early in december, issued cards of invitation for that most formal, and, to a young housewife, most formidable of entertainments—a grand dinner party. she was almost ashamed to find how much her thoughts were occupied by earthly cares, how large a share of her anxious attention was given to preparations for an event of such comparatively trivial importance. lady selina, indeed, regarded such arrangements as part of the chief business of life, and did her best to wind up to nervous anxiety clemence’s desire to order all things so as to do credit to her husband’s establishment. the favourite topic of lady selina now appeared to be the strange mistakes, the unpardonable blunders which had occurred within, and far beyond, the limits of her experience, at parties given by the uninitiated. she also delighted to expatiate on such qualities in the expected guests as might render them formidable to their young hostess. lord vaughan was a connoisseur in the culinary art, and paid an unheard-of salary to his french cook; lady praed always detected at a glance the smallest error in matters of form; colonel parsons and sir william page were keen opponents in politics, and it would require much tact and management on the part of mrs. effingham to ward off any unpleasant discussion. clemence listened, sighed, and heartily wished that the dreaded evening were over.
then serious cares disturbed her. the more the young wife entered into the details of her establishment, the more she became aware of the difficulties which surrounded her at every step. her servants appeared in a combination to overreach and deceive her. every effort to introduce greater order and economy into her household was met with dogged opposition, and mrs. ventner resented all interference on the part of her mistress as a personal injury. the annoyance which clemence had to endure from the members of her family was of a more painful nature. arabella and louisa never forgot—their aunt would never have suffered them to forget—that if mrs. effingham was placed above them by marriage, by birth she was not their equal. clemence, inexperienced as she was, had sufficient natural powers of observation to detect the radical errors in the education of the daughters of her husband. but while she perceived the evil, she sought in vain for its cure; and the joyous hopes with which she had commenced her married life, like the fabled wings of icarus melting in the sultry beams of the sun, no longer bore her buoyantly aloft!
it is, perhaps, only those who have known little of common cares who can smile on them as a trifling burden. to the young and the sensitive, who have hitherto trodden earth almost as free from petty anxieties as the bird on the wing, or the blossom on the tree, the sudden pressure of new responsibilities is sometimes almost overwhelming. they could better endure hardship and pain; human compassion might then bring them relief, and they would more fully realize the blessed consolations of religion. and yet, is the command which embodies a precious privilege—the command to cast all our cares upon one who careth for us—limited only to that class of trials which man recognizes as afflictions? all earthly events in the sight of our great master must appear in themselves to be but trifles; but when connected with their effects upon immortal beings, when made a means to train and discipline souls, the merest trifles assume weight and importance. a teacher’s anxieties, a housewife’s cares, the responsibilities of the mistress of an establishment, seem of too trivial and uninteresting a nature even for the light pages of a fiction; but yet they, in the history of thousands and tens of thousands, form “the sum of human things.” a decisive battle may be fought even in the narrow limits of a home. solomon prayed for wisdom from above to direct aright the affairs of a kingdom; the same wisdom in kind, though not in degree, is required by the humblest matron who would rule her household in the fear of god; and where solomon sought, she must seek it.
“i could wish that i were ten years older!” said clemence to herself, as, seated in a large arm-chair, she nervously awaited the appearance of a servant whose conduct had given just subject for displeasure, and to whom she felt it necessary to administer rebuke. “i almost think that vincent and i would enjoy life more in some country cottage, with just one maid to attend on us, away from all this grandeur and state, contented and happy in each other. money does not seem worth all the care and trouble that it brings. i was much merrier last christmas time, when, with my well-filled basket on my arm, i trod over the crisp snow on my way from cottage to cottage, sure of a welcome everywhere from lips that would not flatter and hearts that would not deceive! i have, perhaps, larger means of usefulness here, but not of that kind of work which would most warm and gladden my own spirit! it is pleasanter to build up than to pull down—to do good than to oppose evil—to serve god by winning blessings from man, than to serve him by drawing on one’s self the anger and dislike of others. but what is clear duty must be done, whether it be painful or pleasant. we are not left to choose our own work, but we must trust to be given strength to perform it bravely.”
a few days before the one fixed upon for the party, mr. effingham left belgrave square for a short period upon business. it was clemence’s first separation from her husband since their marriage, and she felt that during his absence all the sunshine of her life would be gone. to have been left quite alone would have been less painful; it was far worse than solitude to be left with her step-daughters and lady selina.
the haughty shyness which arabella and louisa had at first displayed before mrs. effingham had entirely worn away. they rather now, at least while their father was absent, made a parade of their perfect ease, and on the evening preceding his return chatted together with mademoiselle lafleur, as if scarcely aware of their step-mother’s presence. clemence sat quietly at her work, a pained listener to a flow of folly and gossip. lady selina appeared to be dozing in her arm-chair before the fire.
at length the conversation turned upon the clergyman whose ministry the family regularly attended—an earnest, good, but eccentric man. arabella began turning him into ridicule, to the great amusement of her sister and governess, but the indignation of mrs. effingham.
“he ought to be elected preacher to the blind,” laughed louisa; “it would be so much better not to be able to see him!”
“they would make him over to the deaf and dumb,” rejoined her sister; “for it would be better still not to be able to hear him!”
clemence felt that she should no longer keep silence—she felt that she was bound to bear her witness to what was right in the presence of the children of her husband; and yet, reluctant as she was to give pain or offence, her reproof was couched in the mildest language, and uttered in the most gentle tone.
“do you not think, dear arabella,” said the step-mother, “that when we listen to the preaching of the word, it is rather upon the message than the messenger that we should fix our earnest attention?”
it was the first time that clemence effingham had ventured on anything approaching to a rebuke to her step-daughters. her words, so strongly contrasting with the tone of the preceding conversation, had the effect of instantaneously silencing it; and such an uncomfortable stillness succeeded that clemence at last felt herself forced to break it.
“i think that i must propose a little sociable reading,” she said, “to make the evenings pass pleasantly while my husband is away. it will give us subjects to think of and talk over. i remember that my dear father used often to say that it is far safer and better, as a general rule, to converse about things than about persons.”
“had his unfortunate patients to take his precepts as well as his physic?” cried arabella, with a pert insolence which was intended to “put down” the first attempt of her step-mother to interfere with her perfect freedom.
if lady selina was asleep, her dreams must have been of a pleasing nature, for they called up a smile on her face. louisa and mademoiselle glanced at each other, and then at mrs. effingham, to see how the insult would be taken.
a burning flush rose to the cheek of clemence,—she had been touched in a most tender part; not that she was so keenly sensible to the allusion to her own humble parentage intended to be conveyed in the flippant remark, but anything like disrespect to the memory of her venerated father stung her to the quick. her heart glowed with angry resentment; it was with a painful effort that she repressed the expression of it. clemence paused for a few seconds till she could speak calmly, then, with a quiet dignity, said, “arabella effingham, you appear scarcely to recollect that you address yourself to the wife of your father.”
arabella started from her seat, and hastily left the room, shutting the door violently behind her. not another word was spoken for some time in the drawing-room, and louisa and her governess took the first opportunity of quietly following arabella, and leaving mrs. effingham to that which was ever to her most depressing—a tête-à-tête with lady selina.
“she has thrown down the gauntlet! she has chosen to commence the war!” exclaimed arabella, as, pacing up and down her room, with all her proud spirit flashing from her eyes, she poured out her indignation to her sister and mademoiselle. “if she expects that she’s to rule and dictate here, she’ll find herself very much mistaken; the daughters of lady arabella effingham never will bow to the control of the orphan of an apothecary!”
“we must take care, though, that we do not bring ourselves to grief,” said louisa, who was, if not more cautious, yet less irritable by nature; “she has papa’s ear, and may set him against us. i dare say she’s as spiteful as a toad—those meek, sanctified creatures always are!”
clemence went early to her own room, but it was very long before she retired to rest. her spirits were fluttered and agitated. in vain had been all her efforts to conciliate, all her attempts to win for herself the affections of her husband’s daughters. she saw stretching before her, in endless perspective, a prospect of disunion and dissension, proud insolence and malicious enmity. clemence leaned her brow on her clasped hands, and the hot tears trickled slowly down her cheeks, as she repeated to herself the words of the wise king: better is a dinner of herbs where love is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith.
“and how will it all end?” she murmured. “is it not hard that i, who never willingly offended a human being, should be the object of such determined dislike, should find hatred where i proffer love, and be regarded as an enemy by those whom i would sacrifice much to serve? is it not hard?”—the words died upon her lips, a feeling of self-reproach arose in the young wife’s breast. what was she, that she should look for exemption from the common lot of her master’s followers? had she any right to murmur under the pressure of a daily cross? hard!—and had it ever been promised that life should be all softness and enjoyment? would it not be folly to expect it? would it not be cowardice to desire it? if the christian, overlooking second causes, fix his thoughts on an all-directing providence, he will see how that providence, working by earthly means, makes even the unkindness that wounds, and the malice that injures, important aids in forming the characters of the heirs of glory. it was from the elements of chaos that god drew forth a world of beauty; and some of his children’s fairest virtues spring, as it were, from the evil around them. patience could not have birth in heaven, nor forgiveness in the society of angels; without opposition christian firmness could not appear, nor without trials be shown resignation.
clemence pondered over the words, if ye love them which love you, what reward have you? do not even the publicans the same? and a clearer light than had ever been granted to her before fell on the command, love your enemies—that divine command, enforced by a divine example, and requiring divine aid to fulfil. her hopes of overcoming the prejudices of her husband’s family were now becoming faint; but a nobler hope had succeeded—the hope of overcoming her own feelings of resentment towards them, and of pleasing her heavenly master by a meek endeavour to fulfil his will. were not the hearts of all in his hands?
while arabella and louisa were revolving schemes of opposition, and their aunt was secretly rejoicing in the disunion, which had chiefly resulted from her own malicious efforts, clemence knelt down and earnestly, fervently prayed in the silence of her chamber. nor prayed she alone for herself, or the husband dearer than self, but separately and by name for each of the members of her family. if the prayer was not answered for all, was it not returned in blessings into her own bosom—the blessing of that peace in the heart which is even more priceless than peace in the home?
