"i saw him go in a full quarter of an hour since, and marion fay went in before. i feel quite sure that she knew that he was expected." thus spoke clara demijohn to her mother.
"how could she have known it," asked mrs. duffer, who was present in mrs. demijohn's parlour, where the two younger women were standing with their faces close to the window, with their gloves on and best bonnets, ready for church.
"i am sure she did, because she had made herself smarter than ever with her new brown silk, and her new brown gloves, and her new brown hat,—sly little quaker that she is. i can see when a girl has made herself up for some special occasion. she wouldn't have put on new gloves surely to go to church with mrs. roden."
"if you stay staring there any longer you'll both be late," said mrs. demijohn.
"mrs. roden hasn't gone yet," said clara, lingering. it was sunday morning, and the ladies at no. 10 were preparing for their devotions. mrs. demijohn herself never went to church, having some years since had a temporary attack of sciatica, which had provided her with a perpetual excuse for not leaving the house on a sunday morning. she was always left at home with a volume of blair's sermons; but clara, who was a clever girl, was well aware that more than half a page was never read. she was aware also that great progress was then made with the novel which happened to have last come into the house from the little circulating library round the corner. the ringing of the neighbouring church bell had come to its final tinkling, and mrs. duffer knew that she must start, or disgrace herself in the eyes of the pew-opener. "come, my dear," she said; and away they went. as the door of no. 10 opened so did that of no. 11 opposite, and the four ladies, including marion fay, met in the road. "you have a visitor this morning," said clara.
"yes;—a friend of my son's."
"we know all about it," said clara. "don't you think he's a very fine-looking young man, miss fay?"
"yes, i do," said marion. "he is certainly a handsome young man."
"beauty is but skin deep," said mrs. duffer.
"but still it goes a long way," said clara, "particularly with high birth and noble rank."
"he is an excellent young man, as far as i know him," said mrs. roden, thinking that she was called upon to defend her son's friend.
hampstead had returned home on the saturday, and had taken the earliest opportunity on the following sunday morning to go over to his friend at holloway. the distance was about six miles, and he had driven over, sending the vehicle back with the intention of walking home. he would get his friend to walk with him, and then should take place that conversation which he feared would become excessively unpleasant before it was finished. he was shown up to the drawing-room of no. 11, and there he found all alone a young woman whom he had never seen before. this was marion fay, the daughter of zachary fay, a quaker, who lived at no. 17, paradise row. "i had thought mrs. roden was here," he said.
"mrs. roden will be down directly. she is putting her bonnet on to go to church."
"and mr. roden?" he asked. "he i suppose is not going to church with her?"
"ah, no; i wish he were. george roden never goes to church."
"is he a friend of yours?"
"for his mother's sake i was speaking;—but why not for his also? he is not specially my friend, but i wish well to all men. he is not at home at present, but i understood that he will be here shortly."
"do you always go to church?" he asked, grounding his question not on any impertinent curiosity as to her observance of her religious duties, but because he had thought from her dress she must certainly be a quaker.
"i do usually go to your church on a sunday."
"nay," said he, "i have no right to claim it as my church. i fear you must regard me also as a heathen,—as you do george roden."
"i am sorry for that, sir. it cannot be good that any man should be a heathen when so much christian teaching is abroad. but men i think allow themselves a freedom of thought from which women in their timidity are apt to shrink. if so it is surely good that we should be cowards?" then the door opened, and mrs. roden came into the room.
"george is gone," she said, "to call on a sick friend, but he will be back immediately. he got your letter yesterday evening, and he left word that i was to tell you that he would be back by eleven. have you introduced yourself to my friend miss fay?"
"i had not heard her name," he said smiling, "but we had introduced ourselves."
"marion fay is my name," said the girl, "and yours, i suppose is—lord hampstead."
"so now we may be supposed to know each other for ever after," he replied, laughing; "—only i fear, mrs. roden, that your friend will repudiate the acquaintance because i do not go to church."
"i said not so, lord hampstead. the nearer we were to being friends,—if that were possible,—the more i should regret it." then the two ladies started on their morning duty.
lord hampstead when he was alone immediately decided that he would like to have marion fay for a friend, and not the less so because she went to church. he felt that she had been right in saying that audacity in speculation on religious subjects was not becoming a young woman. as it was unfitting that his sister lady frances should marry a post office clerk, so would it have been unbecoming that marion fay should have been what she herself called a heathen. surely of all the women on whom his eyes had ever rested she was,—he would not say to himself the most lovely,—but certainly the best worth looking at. the close brown bonnet and the little cap, and the well-made brown silk dress, and the brown gloves on her little hands, together made, to his eyes, as pleasing a female attire as a girl could well wear. could it have been by accident that the graces of her form were so excellently shown? it had to be supposed that she, as a quaker, was indifferent to outside feminine garniture. it is the theory of a quaker that she should be so, and in every article she had adhered closely to quaker rule. as far as he could see there was not a ribbon about her. there was no variety of colour. her head-dress was as simple and close as any that could have been worn by her grandmother. hardly a margin of smooth hair appeared between her cap and her forehead. her dress fitted close to her neck, and on her shoulders she wore a tight-fitting shawl. the purpose in her raiment had been quaker all through. the exquisite grace must have come altogether by accident,—just because it had pleased nature to make her gracious! as to all this there might perhaps be room for doubt. whether there had been design or not might possibly afford scope for consideration. but that the grace was there was a matter which required no consideration, and admitted of no doubt.
as marion fay will have much to do with our story, it will be well that some further description should be given here of herself and of her condition in life. zachary fay, her father, with whom she lived, was a widower with no other living child. there had been many others, who had all died, as had also their mother. she had been a prey to consumption, but had lived long enough to know that she had bequeathed the fatal legacy to her offspring,—to all of them except to marion, who, when her mother died, had seemed to be exempted from the terrible curse of the family. she had then been old enough to receive her mother's last instructions as to her father, who was then a broken-hearted man struggling with difficulty against the cruelty of providence. why should it have been that god should thus afflict him,—him who had no other pleasure in the world, no delights, but those which were afforded to him by the love of his wife and children? it was to be her duty to comfort him, to make up as best she might by her tenderness for all that he had lost and was losing. it was to be especially her duty to soften his heart in all worldly matters, and to turn him as far as possible to the love of heavenly things. it was now two years since her mother's death, and in all things she had endeavoured to perform the duties which her mother had exacted from her.
but zachary fay was not a man whom it was easy to turn hither and thither. he was a stern, hard, just man, of whom it may probably be said that if a world were altogether composed of such, the condition of such a world would be much better than that of the world we know;—for generosity is less efficacious towards permanent good than justice, and tender speaking less enduring in its beneficial results than truth. his enemies, for he had enemies, said of him that he loved money. it was no doubt true; for he that does not love money must be an idiot. he was certainly a man who liked to have what was his own, who would have been irate with any one who had endeavoured to rob him of his own, or had hindered him in his just endeavour to increase his own. that which belonged to another he did not covet,—unless it might be in the way of earning it. things had prospered with him, and he was—for his condition in life—a rich man. but his worldly prosperity had not for a moment succeeded in lessening the asperity of the blow which had fallen upon him. with all his sternness he was essentially a loving man. to earn money he would say—or perhaps more probably would only think—was the necessity imposed upon man by the fall of adam; but to have something warm at his heart, something that should be infinitely dearer to him than himself and all his possessions,—that was what had been left of divine essence in a man even after the fall of adam. now the one living thing left for him to love was his daughter marion.
he was not a man whose wealth was of high order, or his employment of great moment, or he would not probably have been living at holloway in paradise row. he was and had now been for many years senior clerk to messrs. pogson and littlebird, commission agents, at the top of king's court, old broad street. by messrs. pogson and littlebird he was trusted with everything, and had become so amalgamated with the firm as to have achieved in the city almost the credit of a merchant himself. there were some who thought that zachary fay must surely be a partner in the house, or he would not have been so well known or so much respected among merchants themselves. but in truth he was no more than senior clerk, with a salary amounting to four hundred a year. nor, though he was anxious about his money, would he have dreamed of asking for any increase of his stipend. it was for messrs. pogson and littlebird to say what his services were worth. he would not on any account have lessened his authority with them by becoming a suppliant for increased payment. but for many years he had spent much less than his income, and had known how to use his city experiences in turning his savings to the best account. thus, as regarded paradise row and its neighbourhood, zachary fay was a rich man.
he was now old, turned seventy, tall and thin, with long grey hair, with a slight stoop in his shoulders,—but otherwise hale as well as healthy. he went every day to his office, leaving his house with strict punctuality at half-past eight, and entering the door of the counting-house just as the clock struck nine. with equal accuracy he returned home at six, having dined in the middle of the day at an eating-house in the city. all this time was devoted to the interests of the firm, except for three hours on thursday, during which he attended a meeting in a quaker house of worship. on these occasions marion always joined him, making a journey into the city for the purpose. she would fain have induced him also to accompany her on sundays to the english church. but to this he never would consent at her instance,—as he had refused to do so at the instance of his wife. he was he said a quaker, and did not mean to be aught else than a quaker. in truth, though he was very punctual at those quaker meetings, he was not at heart a religious man. to go through certain formularies, quaker though he was, was as sufficient to him as to many other votaries of church ordinances. he had been brought up to attend quaker meetings, and no doubt would continue to attend them as long as his strength might suffice; but it may be presumed of him without harsh judgment that the price of stocks was often present to his mind during those tedious hours in the meeting-house. in his language he always complied with the strict tenets of his sect, "thou-ing" and "thee-ing" all those whom he addressed; but he had assented to an omission in this matter on the part of his daughter, recognizing the fact that there could be no falsehood in using a mode of language common to all the world. "if a plural pronoun of ignoble sound," so he said, "were used commonly for the singular because the singular was too grand and authoritative for ordinary use, it was no doubt a pity that the language should be so injured; but there could be no untruth in such usage; and it was better that at any rate the young should adhere to the manner of speech which was common among those with whom they lived." thus marion was saved from the "thees" and the "thous," and escaped that touch of hypocrisy which seems to permeate the now antiquated speeches of quakers. zachary fay in these latter years of his life was never known to laugh or to joke; but, if circumstances were favourable, he would sometimes fall into a quaint mode of conversation in which there was something of drollery and something also of sarcasm; but this was unfrequent, as zachary was slow in making new friends, and never conversed after this fashion with the mere acquaintance of the hour.
of marion fay's appearance something has already been said; enough, perhaps,—not to impress any clear idea of her figure on the mind's eye of a reader, for that i regard as a feat beyond the power of any writer,—but to enable the reader to form a conception of his own. she was small of stature, it should be said, with limbs exquisitely made. it was not the brilliance of her eyes or the chiselled correctness of her features which had struck hampstead so forcibly as a certain expression of earnest eloquence which pervaded her whole form. and there was a fleeting brightness of colour which went about her cheeks and forehead, and ran around her mouth, which gave to her when she was speaking a brilliance which was hardly to be expected from the ordinary lines of her countenance. had you been asked, you would have said that she was a brunette,—till she had been worked to some excitement in talking. then, i think, you would have hardly ventured to describe her complexion by any single word. lord hampstead, had he been asked what he thought about her, as he sat waiting for his friend, would have declared that some divinity of grace had been the peculiar gift which had attracted him. and yet that rapid change of colour had not passed unobserved, as she told him that she was sorry that he did not go to church.
marion fay's life in paradise row would have been very lonely had she not become acquainted with mrs. roden before her mother's death. now hardly a day passed but what she spent an hour with that lady. they were, indeed, fast friends,—so much so that mrs. vincent had also come to know marion, and approving of the girl's religious tendencies had invited her to spend two or three days at wimbledon. this was impossible, because marion would never leave her father;—but she had once or twice gone over with mrs. roden, when she made her weekly call, and had certainly ingratiated herself with the austere lady. other society she had none, nor did she seem to desire it. clara demijohn, seeing the intimacy which had been struck up between marion and mrs. roden,—as to which she had her own little jealousies to endure,—was quite sure that marion was setting her cap at the post office clerk, and had declared in confidence to mrs. duffer that the girl was doing it in the most brazen-faced manner. clara had herself on more than one occasion contrived to throw herself in the clerk's way on his return homewards on dusky evenings,—perhaps intent only on knowing what might be the young man's intentions as to marion fay. the young man had been courteous to her, but she had declared to mrs. duffer that he was one of those stiff young men who don't care for ladies' society. "these are they," said mrs. duffer, "who marry the readiest and make the best husbands." "oh;—she'll go on sticking to him till she don't leave a stone unturned," said clara,—thereby implying that, as far as she was concerned, she did not think it worth her while to continue her attacks unless a young man would give way to her at once. george had been asked more than once to drink tea at no. 10, but had been asked in vain. clara, therefore, had declared quite loudly that marion had made an absolute prisoner of him,—had bound him hand and foot,—would not let him call his life his own. "she interrupts him constantly as he comes from the office," she said to mrs. duffer; "i call that downright unfeminine audacity." yet she knew that mrs. duffer knew that she had intercepted the young man. mrs. duffer took it all in good part, knowing very well how necessary it is that a young woman should fight her own battle strenuously.
in the mean time marion fay and george roden were good friends. "he is engaged;—i must not say to whom," mrs. roden had said to her young friend. "it will, i fear, be a long, long, tedious affair. you must not speak of it."
"if she be true to him, i hope he will be true to her," said marion, with true feminine excitement.
"i only fear that he will be too true."
"no, no;—that cannot be. even though he suffer let him be true. you may be sure i will not mention it,—to him, or to any one. i like him so well that i do hope he may not suffer much." from that time she found herself able to regard george roden as a real friend, and to talk to him as though there need be no cause for dreading an intimacy. with an engaged man a girl may suffer herself to be intimate.
