THE BRONTËS: Complete Novels of Charlotte, Emily & Anne Brontë - All 8 Books in One Edition. Ðмили Бронте
on you to give him one.”
“This is cool, however!” exclaimed Mr. Yorke. “What right have you to reckon on me to provide for your dismissed workmen? What do I know about your Farrens and your Williams? I’ve heard he’s an honest man, but am I to support all the honest men in Yorkshire? You may say that would be no great charge to undertake; but great or little, I’ll none of it.”
“Come, Mr. Yorke, what can you find for him to do?”
“I find! You’ll make me use language I’m not accustomed to use. I wish you would go home. Here is the door; set off.”
Moore sat down on one of the hall chairs.
“You can’t give him work in your mill — good; but you have land. Find him some occupation on your land, Mr. Yorke.”
“Bob, I thought you cared nothing about our lourdauds de paysans. I don’t understand this change.”
“I do. The fellow spoke to me nothing but truth and sense. I answered him just as roughly as I did the rest, who jabbered mere gibberish. I couldn’t make distinctions there and then. His appearance told what he had gone through lately clearer than his words; but where is the use of explaining? Let him have work.”
“Let him have it yourself. If you are so very much in earnest, strain a point.”
“If there was a point left in my affairs to strain, I would strain it till it cracked again; but I received letters this morning which showed me pretty clearly where I stand, and it is not far off the end of the plank. My foreign market, at any rate, is gorged. If there is no change — if there dawns no prospect of peace — if the Orders in Council are not, at least, suspended, so as to open our way in the West — I do not know where I am to turn. I see no more light than if I were sealed in a rock, so that for me to pretend to offer a man a livelihood would be to do a dishonest thing.”
“Come, let us take a turn on the front. It is a starlight night,” said Mr. Yorke.
They passed out, closing the front door after them, and side by side paced the frost-white pavement to and fro.
“Settle about Farren at once,” urged Mr. Moore. “You have large fruit-gardens at Yorke Mills. He is a good gardener. Give him work there.”
“Well, so be it. I’ll send for him tomorrow, and we’ll see. And now, my lad, you’re concerned about the condition of your affairs?”
“Yes, a second failure — which I may delay, but which, at this moment, I see no way finally to avert — would blight the name of Moore completely; and you are aware I had fine intentions of paying off every debt and re-establishing the old firm on its former basis.”
“You want capital — that’s all you want.”
“Yes; but you might as well say that breath is all a dead man wants to live.”
“I know — I know capital is not to be had for the asking; and if you were a married man, and had a family, like me, I should think your case pretty nigh desperate; but the young and unencumbered have chances peculiar to themselves. I hear gossip now and then about your being on the eve of marriage with this miss and that; but I suppose it is none of it true?”
“You may well suppose that. I think I am not in a position to be dreaming of marriage. Marriage! I cannot bear the word; it sounds so silly and utopian. I have settled it decidedly that marriage and love are superfluities, intended only for the rich, who live at ease, and have no need to take thought for the morrow; or desperations — the last and reckless joy of the deeply wretched, who never hope to rise out of the slough of their utter poverty.”
“I should not think so if I were circumstanced as you are. I should think I could very likely get a wife with a few thousands, who would suit both me and my affairs.”
“I wonder where?”
“Would you try if you had a chance?”
“I don’t know. It depends on — in short, it depends on many things.”
“Would you take an old woman?”
“I’d rather break stones on the road.”
“So would I. Would you take an ugly one?”
“Bah! I hate ugliness and delight in beauty. My eyes and heart, Yorke, take pleasure in a sweet, young, fair face, as they are repelled by a grim, rugged, meagre one. Soft delicate lines and hues please, harsh ones prejudice me. I won’t have an ugly wife.”
“Not if she were rich?”
“Not if she were dressed in gems. I could not love — I could not fancy — I could not endure her. My taste must have satisfaction, or disgust would break out in despotism, or worse — freeze to utter iciness.”
“What! Bob, if you married an honest, good-natured, and wealthy lass, though a little hard-favoured, couldn’t you put up with the high cheekbones, the rather wide mouth, and reddish hair?”
“I’ll never try, I tell you. Grace at least I will have, and youth and symmetry — yes, and what I call beauty.”
“And poverty, and a nursery full of bairns you can neither clothe nor feed, and very soon an anxious, faded mother; and then bankruptcy, discredit — a lifelong struggle.”
“Let me alone, Yorke.”
“If you are romantic, Robert, and especially if you are already in love, it is of no use talking.”
“I am not romantic. I am stripped of romance as bare as the white tenters in that field are of cloth.”
“Always use such figures of speech, lad; I can understand them. And there is no love affair to disturb your judgment?”
“I thought I had said enough on that subject before. Love for me? Stuff!”
“Well, then, if you are sound both in heart and head, there is no reason why you should not profit by a good chance if it offers; therefore, wait and see.”
“You are quite oracular, Yorke.”
“I think I am a bit i’ that line. I promise ye naught and I advise ye naught; but I bid ye keep your heart up, and be guided by circumstances.”
“My namesake the physician’s almanac could not speak more guardedly.”
“In the meantime, I care naught about ye, Robert Moore: ye are nothing akin to me or mine, and whether ye lose or find a fortune it maks no difference to me. Go home, now. It has stricken ten. Miss Hortense will be wondering where ye are.”
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