Jane And The Man Of The Cloth Part 4

7 September 1804, cont.

I AROSE RATHER LATE THIS MORNING, DUE TO THE FATIGUES OF THE AROSE RATHER LATE THIS MORNING, DUE TO THE FATIGUES OF THE previous evening, but still well before my fellows in Wings cottage; and so I availed myself of the interval until breakfast to take a solitary ramble along the Cobb. I found it cleansed by the tides of its sinister a.s.sociations; the scaffolding had disappeared, and with it, all hint of intentional evil. The stones at my feet were awash in early sunlight and cold spray; and I walked briskly, glad of the calls of seabirds, and suffused with pleasure at the turning season. September is a month of paradoxes-part decaying summer, part incipient autumn; and the complexity of its character decidedly suits my own. Not that I believe the deeper nature to be more previous evening, but still well before my fellows in Wings cottage; and so I availed myself of the interval until breakfast to take a solitary ramble along the Cobb. I found it cleansed by the tides of its sinister a.s.sociations; the scaffolding had disappeared, and with it, all hint of intentional evil. The stones at my feet were awash in early sunlight and cold spray; and I walked briskly, glad of the calls of seabirds, and suffused with pleasure at the turning season. September is a month of paradoxes-part decaying summer, part incipient autumn; and the complexity of its character decidedly suits my own. Not that I believe the deeper nature to be more worthy worthy of study than the simple-but complexity is a.s.suredly more compelling to the student than transparency. Captain Fielding, for instance, could be likened to June-forthright, warm, and easy. Mr. Sidmouth, however, is neither summer nor its frigid counterpart, deepest January; he is a November of a month, or perhaps a March-that mix of sudden sunlight and chill wind that keeps one always alert for change. of study than the simple-but complexity is a.s.suredly more compelling to the student than transparency. Captain Fielding, for instance, could be likened to June-forthright, warm, and easy. Mr. Sidmouth, however, is neither summer nor its frigid counterpart, deepest January; he is a November of a month, or perhaps a March-that mix of sudden sunlight and chill wind that keeps one always alert for change.

So I mused, as I walked; and did not neglect to ask whether one should be better suited to a lifetime of June, than an eternity of November-a question I deferred answering until another day.

At the Cobb's end, I halted, and eyed uneasily the marks of recent building; did I close my eyes, the shape of the gibbet should be revealed as etched upon my veiled sight, and the spray-drenched form of Bill TCbbit depending from its ominous bar. Such a fearsome structure could not have been carried carried to this place-even at night, its progress from town should be remarked-and so, at a thought, I gathered up my skirts, removed my right glove, and crouched down to search the rocks at waterline. A few moments' groping sufficed; an iron ring was revealed to my hand, and the manner of Tibbit's dispatching confirmed. Flakes of rust were smeared across my palm-I blessed the foresight that had removed Mr. Milsop's perfection of a glove-and that the flakes were but lately displaced, I quickly discerned. A boat's painter had disturbed the iron ring, in being recently tied up at the Cobb's end, and the vessel's burden then shifted to the stones, no doubt in the very dead of night. A little time indeed might prove sufficient for such a hanging, and poor Tibbit's cries had surely gone all unheeded at this distance from the town. to this place-even at night, its progress from town should be remarked-and so, at a thought, I gathered up my skirts, removed my right glove, and crouched down to search the rocks at waterline. A few moments' groping sufficed; an iron ring was revealed to my hand, and the manner of Tibbit's dispatching confirmed. Flakes of rust were smeared across my palm-I blessed the foresight that had removed Mr. Milsop's perfection of a glove-and that the flakes were but lately displaced, I quickly discerned. A boat's painter had disturbed the iron ring, in being recently tied up at the Cobb's end, and the vessel's burden then shifted to the stones, no doubt in the very dead of night. A little time indeed might prove sufficient for such a hanging, and poor Tibbit's cries had surely gone all unheeded at this distance from the town.

I paused a moment, to ease my aching muscles-such bending and reaching, while wearing tight-laced stays, can only be called exertion-and glanced back at Lyme. An increase in activity along Broad Street heralded the advancing morning; I had better make my way back to Wings cottage. And so I bent to the stones once more, and leaned quite far over to gaze at the ring in the rocks, and saw then the marks of paint.

But of course! When a simple wooden boat is moored near the jetty, the tide must must drive it against the stones, particularly if its crew is bent upon the destruction of one in their midst, rather than the preservation of their vessel. And so the dinghy's prow had sc.r.a.ped against the Cobb, and left its telltale mark. A dark green, a very bottle green, and common enough in its way among the fishing boats of Lyme. I should be unlikely to discover the Reverend's vessel-if the murderer drive it against the stones, particularly if its crew is bent upon the destruction of one in their midst, rather than the preservation of their vessel. And so the dinghy's prow had sc.r.a.ped against the Cobb, and left its telltale mark. A dark green, a very bottle green, and common enough in its way among the fishing boats of Lyme. I should be unlikely to discover the Reverend's vessel-if the murderer was was the Reverend-from such a signature. But the smear of green remained a grim reminder of the night's vile work, all the same; and one I should hold close in memory. the Reverend-from such a signature. But the smear of green remained a grim reminder of the night's vile work, all the same; and one I should hold close in memory.

THE IMAGE OF THE BOBBING GREEN BOAT, rrs rrs m.u.f.fLED OARS AND m.u.f.fLED OARS AND menacing figures outlined against the darker night sky, persisted in my waking thoughts the remainder of the morning. As I sat at the little Pembroke table in the Wings cottage sitting-room, attempting to write, I was so often forced to draw a line through my words, that I became quite vexed and threw down my pen. menacing figures outlined against the darker night sky, persisted in my waking thoughts the remainder of the morning. As I sat at the little Pembroke table in the Wings cottage sitting-room, attempting to write, I was so often forced to draw a line through my words, that I became quite vexed and threw down my pen.

"The story does not come to your liking, Jane?" Ca.s.sandra enquired gently. She was reclining upon the settee, with a view of the street beyond our gate, and the two of us quite filled the tiny room. My father and mother had gone to stroll up the hill, in search of Henry, whom we hoped should accompany us to Mr. Crawford's fossil site. I had taken out my small sheets of writing paper, folded in half in preparation for composing,1 and begun to work at Emma Watson, while Ca.s.sandra trimmed her hat. and begun to work at Emma Watson, while Ca.s.sandra trimmed her hat.

"I am not not in congenial company, Ca.s.sandra-and so the conversation comes with difficulty. I have just got Emma home to her father's house, and into a pony cart on the way to a ball; and as she is quite low in spirits, I find myself in a similar state. It is not a condition conducive to composition, I fear." in congenial company, Ca.s.sandra-and so the conversation comes with difficulty. I have just got Emma home to her father's house, and into a pony cart on the way to a ball; and as she is quite low in spirits, I find myself in a similar state. It is not a condition conducive to composition, I fear."

'On her way to a ball-and in low spirits?" my sister rejoined with some amus.e.m.e.nt. "Then she cannot have sprung from your your pen. An impostor has had the writing of it, Jane, while you danced the night away in the Lyme a.s.sembly. For I know your portraits of young ladies are always drawn from life. Elizabeth Bennet should never be so low, when faced with the prospect of a ball." pen. An impostor has had the writing of it, Jane, while you danced the night away in the Lyme a.s.sembly. For I know your portraits of young ladies are always drawn from life. Elizabeth Bennet should never be so low, when faced with the prospect of a ball."

"But then Lizzy is blessed with resources not commonly granted to frivolous beauties," I rejoined. "She is almost as clever as myself. Emma Watson's portion must and shall be different. She cannot be Elizabeth Bennet; it is impossible that two two such should fall from my pen-but neither is she an empty-headed girl, unformed and filled with nonsense. She is a sober young woman, tried by the perversities of those she holds most dear, and faced with the prospect of a future all unprovided-ior." such should fall from my pen-but neither is she an empty-headed girl, unformed and filled with nonsense. She is a sober young woman, tried by the perversities of those she holds most dear, and faced with the prospect of a future all unprovided-ior."

"She does not sound very droll," Ca.s.sandra observed. "She sounds unfortunately like ourselves. I fear she shall disappoint."

"Then disappoint she must!" I cried. "For I cannot always be writing of Fortune's darlings-those dowerless chits whose beauty and understanding conquer the most mercenary of fellows. No, Ca.s.sandra, in Emma Watson I mil mil have the truth of a penniless woman's prospects." have the truth of a penniless woman's prospects."

"Then she is not to marry? I thought her destined for Lord Osborne."

"Lord Osborne!"

"But I forget. Even you, you, dedicated to truth, would not have a woman marry a man she did not love, merely to ensure her future." My sister's gaze was too indulgent; and I knew her to be laughing at me. dedicated to truth, would not have a woman marry a man she did not love, merely to ensure her future." My sister's gaze was too indulgent; and I knew her to be laughing at me.

"Very well-Emma will will marry-but do not laugh, Ca.s.sandra, I beg of you!" I protested, as she threw back her head in delight. "One cannot end a novel without marriages all around. Emma shall marry, though never Lord Osborne. For, you know, we marry-but do not laugh, Ca.s.sandra, I beg of you!" I protested, as she threw back her head in delight. "One cannot end a novel without marriages all around. Emma shall marry, though never Lord Osborne. For, you know, we must must marry." marry."

"Do you speak of ourselves, Jane," Ca.s.sandra enquired, sobered at once, "or merely of the plight of women in general? I do agree that it appears the only role of dignity accorded to us-the sole method of securing fortune, position, and respectability in society-but I cannot say that merely this merely this is enough to recommend the state." is enough to recommend the state."

"For you, dear Ca.s.sandra-never." That I thought of poor Tom Fowle, dead these seven years, and with him all my sister's affections and hopes, I need not underline.2From her expression, I knew her overcome by a similar sensibility. "And for myself-I could do very well single. A little company, and a pleasant ball now and then, would be enough for me."

"If one could be young forever," Ca.s.sandra said quietly. "I might might have married, had I never lost Tom Fowler- but then, very few people marry their first attachments." have married, had I never lost Tom Fowler- but then, very few people marry their first attachments."

"Better to stay unmarried than to marry for anything but but attachment, Ca.s.sandra. You cannot believe otherwise; I am sure you cannot." attachment, Ca.s.sandra. You cannot believe otherwise; I am sure you cannot."

"But you know, Jane-you know better than anyone- that it is very bad to grow old, and be poor, and laughed at. And my father will hardly support us forever."3 "Well!" I cried, "let us make the most of our time, while he still does! We are in Lyme, Ca.s.sandra; we are young; we might yet simper at Mr. Milsop as he measures out some lace, or glance sidelong under our parasols at an idle fool of a fellow on every street corner. There remain to us yet your blushing surgeon, Mr. Dagliesh, and the lame Captain Fielding. Let us exert ourselves, though summer wanes, and try what Fortune offers!"

I had no sooner voiced this battle cry, than the very gendemen mentioned were shown in by the housemaid Jenny, her heart-shaped face and glad blue eyes all wonderment at the surprise of it. A morning visit-and the very morning after the ball!4 This This was singular behaviour indeed. But perhaps, I thought, as I thrust my writing paper under a book, kept upon the Pembroke table for just such a purpose, not so very singular for Lyme. The common ways of society are was singular behaviour indeed. But perhaps, I thought, as I thrust my writing paper under a book, kept upon the Pembroke table for just such a purpose, not so very singular for Lyme. The common ways of society are not not to be expected in a town whose general air is so easy. to be expected in a town whose general air is so easy.

"Mr. Dagliesh," I said, rising in greeting, "Captain Fielding. I have the honour to present my sister to you, Captain. Miss Ca.s.sandra Austen."

Fielding bowed his fair head, and smiled his warm smile, and was so exacdy as my description had led Ca.s.sandra to expect, that she met him with tolerable composure. Mr. Dagliesh, however, was in a pitiable state-now waxing red, now waning white, as his eyes sought any resting place but my sister's face. His discomposure, and some hint of its cause, reduced Ca.s.sandra to a confused silence; and that he might mistake her air for one of disdain, was all the more probable.

"You are abroad very early, sirs," I said, offering them each a chair. "Late hours must agree with you."

"For my part," Captain Fielding protested, "I should not have come near Wings cottage for anything-but I encountered Mr. Dagliesh on my way, and he declared himself bound to come, for a report on his fair patient; and I was then very ready to accompany him."

"And we are the happier, in knowing ourselves able to greet you," I replied, with a look for Ca.s.sandra, "for in another hour, we should have been gone. We are to visit Mr. Crawford's fossil site with my father."

"Capital!" Captain Fielding cried. "Old Crawford can be tiresome regarding his particular pa.s.sions, but never in such a landscape. You shall enjoy it exceedingly. Did business in town not claim my attention this morning, I should be spelling for an invitation myself."

"I thought to find Sidmouth with you, Miss Austen," Mr. Dagliesh broke in, with a quick look for Ca.s.sandra. "I met him not an hour ago, on his way to this very house."

At the mention of the name, my unruly pulse would would quicken; and being unable to meet Captain Fielding's eyes, and incapable of speech, I sought comfort in silence. quicken; and being unable to meet Captain Fielding's eyes, and incapable of speech, I sought comfort in silence.

"I a.s.sure you, Mr. Dagliesh," my sister replied after an instant, "we have seen nothing of Mr. Sidmouth. Though I should dearly relish the opportunity; I had not the strength to thank him as I ought, the day we parted from High Down Grange."

A short silence fell at this; and I seized the moment to observe Captain Fielding, the better to know his thoughts. That Mr. Sidmouth was an intimate at Wings cottage must make him wonder; and yet his face bore no outward sign of concern. He seemed not quite at ease, however; he was not glad in Dagliesh's company. Though it may have been my imagination supplied what Nature failed to do.

"I might yet have the pleasure of joining you, all the same," the Captain said then, as though continuing a previous thought; I might persuade you both to drive out in my barouche5 when you tire of your visit to the cliffs. Crawford's pits are not far off my road home. When my business is concluded, I shall venture your way, and enquire if a drive is pleasing." when you tire of your visit to the cliffs. Crawford's pits are not far off my road home. When my business is concluded, I shall venture your way, and enquire if a drive is pleasing."

"You are all consideration, Captain," I told him. "I am sure a gende turn in the sea air should do Ca.s.sandra a world of good."

"And what is your opinion, Dagliesh?"

"I do not think her quite recovered. Indeed, had I been asked, I should have advised against even the trip to Crawford's," the surgeon replied. He folded his arms across his chest, and studied the worn drugget, his countenance gaining a most mulish aspect. "The jolting of a carriage can only revive her injuries. It is not to be thought of."

"Oh, come, man!" Fielding cried with impatience. "She is in the bloom of health. She is quite obviously well. Are not you well, Miss Austen?"

"Indeed, I feel myself to be not indisposed," Ca.s.sandra said, faltering, with an eye for Mr. Dagliesh. "I grow quite weary of sitting always within doors."

"And how do the roads, Captain Fielding, that you intend traversing? Are they rutted and poor, such as should incommode my sister?" I enquired.

"The roads are capital,"6 he said with a dismissive wave, "and my barouche even better. You shall not suffer the slightest jolt, Miss Austen, I a.s.sure you. Dagliesh cannot know anything of the matter; he is hardly accustomed to the sort of conveyance I own, and mistakes its effects for his own poor trap." he said with a dismissive wave, "and my barouche even better. You shall not suffer the slightest jolt, Miss Austen, I a.s.sure you. Dagliesh cannot know anything of the matter; he is hardly accustomed to the sort of conveyance I own, and mistakes its effects for his own poor trap."

The intended rudeness of the remark struck home; Mr. Dagliesh coloured, bit his lip, and as abruptly rose.

"I see that I have offered an opinion where none is wanted," he burst out. "I shall take care before offering the same again. My compliments, Miss Austen, Miss Jane Austen."7 And with the briefest of nods to the Captain, he quitted the room, to our surprise and dismay. And with the briefest of nods to the Captain, he quitted the room, to our surprise and dismay.

"A touchy fellow!" Fielding said, with a hollow laugh; but his words were drowned in some commotion from the hallway, and the sound of men's voices too indistinct for comprehension. Another moment of suspense, and the door was thrown wide to admit a caller, and a gen-tleman-none other than Mr. Sidmouth!

Captain Fielding turned-saw him-and turned away. He had declined to offer any greeting, and the insult must must be felt Mr. Sidmouth, however, appeared insensible of Fielding's very presence, and maintained his careful expression of good breeding. That he maintained it with difficulty, I guessed from the rapid flexing of his fingers, and clutched my own hands involuntarily. be felt Mr. Sidmouth, however, appeared insensible of Fielding's very presence, and maintained his careful expression of good breeding. That he maintained it with difficulty, I guessed from the rapid flexing of his fingers, and clutched my own hands involuntarily.

"Mr. Sidmouth!" I cried, in some anxiety of spirit. "You honour us indeed, with so early a visit!"

"I must apologise if my presence has in any way disturbed the course of your morning," he replied, with a glance for Fielding. I am come to enquire of Miss Austen's health, and should have setded the point with the housemaid at the very door, did not I encounter Dag-liesh, and learn that you were even now entertaining a visitor. It is a pleasure indeed, Miss Austen, to find you in such good looks. I trust you shall be journeying to Mr. Crawford's today."

"Thank you, Mr. Sidmouth. That 1 am present at all, I am sure is due to your good offices." Ca.s.sandra spoke all the warmth of her grat.i.tude; and I saw Fielding's surprise. That she she bore no reservations towards Geoffrey Sidmouth was evident in her att.i.tude of eager attention; that I had imparted nothing of all he had told me, to my dearest sister, was clear in her unguarded thanks. bore no reservations towards Geoffrey Sidmouth was evident in her att.i.tude of eager attention; that I had imparted nothing of all he had told me, to my dearest sister, was clear in her unguarded thanks.

"I did nothing any person of feeling and decency would not do," Sidmouth replied, taking the chair Dag-liesh had vacated. In sitting, he adjusted it slightly so as to place Fielding at his back. I am rewarded entirely by finding you much improved, under Dagliesh's care. He is a surgeon's a.s.sistant of some ability-and should have been a physician,8 I believe, had his fortune been the greater. With time and Mr. Carpenter's careful instruction, however, he is likely to possess such a practice and home as will make all apology unwarranted." I believe, had his fortune been the greater. With time and Mr. Carpenter's careful instruction, however, he is likely to possess such a practice and home as will make all apology unwarranted."

"Considering the many cases you put him in the way of, I do not doubt it," Captain Fielding said drily. "You might almost be taking a finder's fee."

Sidmouth sat back, his face grave and his lips compressed. Ca.s.sandra looked conscious, and coloured.

"Indeed, Mr. Sidmouth engaged Mr. Dagliesh's services on my sister's behalf, Captain," I interjected, "and we are heartily glad he did so. For as strangers to Lyme, we could not have had the choosing of a surgeon; and Mr. Sidmouth's valuation of his friend has been amply proved, in Ca.s.sandra's regained health."

"I am very sorry-I did not intend-that is to say, I knew nothing of it," Captain Fielding stammered, in some mortification.

"I wonder if that is not often the case," Mr. Sidmouth rejoined quietly, his eyes upon mine.

Captain Fielding rose with some effort on his game leg, and reached for his hat. "I must beg leave of this pleasant abode, Miss Austen," he said, with a bow to Ca.s.sandra, "and hope that my business does not detain me too long. I look forward to diis afternoon."

"This afternoon?" Mr. Sidmouth enquired, stiffening.

"Indeed." Captain Fielding looked all his satisfaction. "I am to drive the young ladies about Charmouth once they have done visiting Crawford's fossil site."

Mr. Sidmouth consulted the large pocket watch that hung from the chain of his waistcoat; and very handsome it was, too. "Then you had best be about your business, Fielding," he replied smoothly, "for you should not wish to find the party gone upon your arrival. I came, it is true, to enquire after Miss Austen's health; but having been a.s.sured of its excellent tendency, I am free to broach my second errand." He turned his attention to Ca.s.sandra and me. "I am come in Crawford's barouche expressly to fetch the Miss Austens, and their father; we are all to be of the party, Fielding, you see. Quite a delightful affair; and it is is a pity you shall miss it." a pity you shall miss it."

The transformation of Captain Fielding's face was singular to behold, but there was nothing to be said; and with a bow to myself, and the barest of nods for Sidmouth, he turned for the door. It being evident that the entry was never to be without bustle, the poor Captain encountered my father and mother there, only just returned from the Golden Lion; and upon hearing them successful in their errand, and Henry and Eliza behind, I knew Mr. Sidmouth should be rewarded in his scheme. My father was only too happy to be saved the trouble of hiring a rig; the offer of Mr. Crawford's barouche was gladly accepted; and so, with an air of suppressed triumph not unwarranted by events, Mr. Sidmouth helped my family to their places. My mother alone remained behind, declaring herself untempted by the prospect of rocks, and extremely dirty ones at that; and not all the attractions of a ride in an open carriage, in delightful weather, could persuade her.

"And the barouche is filled, besides," she pointed out, as she came to the street to wave goodbye. "I do not think that Jane shall find a place."

"I am afraid the interior very much occupied," Mr. Sidmouth said, surveying the four faces turned expectantly my way, "and I should not like to worsen your sister's delicate health, by incommoding her further. It seems you have but one choice, Miss Jane Austen-to remain at home, or ride up front with me."

At my hesitation, he approached, and added in a low ered tone, "I was denied the felicity of a dance last evening, for reasons I shall not ask. You cannot be inclined to disappoint all your family, who wait upon your decision. Do 1 presume too much, Miss Jane Austen of Bath-or will you do me the honour of sitting on the box?"

1 If one can judge by the appearance of Austen's extant ma.n.u.scripts- If one can judge by the appearance of Austen's extant ma.n.u.scripts-Sanditon, for example-she made a habit of writing on small sheets of folded paper, which could be readily hidden if a visitor intruded upon her privacy. These sheets were then a.s.sembled in book form, and the pages hand-sewn through at the fold. It would appear she is speaking here of her unfinished work, for example-she made a habit of writing on small sheets of folded paper, which could be readily hidden if a visitor intruded upon her privacy. These sheets were then a.s.sembled in book form, and the pages hand-sewn through at the fold. It would appear she is speaking here of her unfinished work, The Watsons, The Watsons, which Austen scholars believe she began sometime in 1804. The ma.n.u.script paper bears an 1803 watermark. - which Austen scholars believe she began sometime in 1804. The ma.n.u.script paper bears an 1803 watermark. -Editors note.2 Ca.s.sandra was engaged in 1795 to marry the Reverend Thomas Craven Fowle, son of the Austens lifelong friends, and a protege of Lord Craven, whose naval expedition to the West Indies Fowle felt obligated to join that same year. He died of yellow fever in San Domingo in February 1797, aged 29. He left Ca.s.sandra a legacy of one thousand pounds. She never married. - Ca.s.sandra was engaged in 1795 to marry the Reverend Thomas Craven Fowle, son of the Austens lifelong friends, and a protege of Lord Craven, whose naval expedition to the West Indies Fowle felt obligated to join that same year. He died of yellow fever in San Domingo in February 1797, aged 29. He left Ca.s.sandra a legacy of one thousand pounds. She never married. -Editor's note.3 This conversation with Ca.s.sandra regarding marriage must have impressed Jane, because it eventually found its way, in amended form, into This conversation with Ca.s.sandra regarding marriage must have impressed Jane, because it eventually found its way, in amended form, into The Watsons The Watsons ma.n.u.script. - ma.n.u.script. -Editors note.4 Only intimates of the family were accustomed to visit before noon, while acquaintances usually paid calls before dinner. - Only intimates of the family were accustomed to visit before noon, while acquaintances usually paid calls before dinner. -Editors note.5 A barouche was considered quite fancy in the first part of the nineteenth century. It had two seats facing each other, and held four people comfortably; the landau top folded back in the middle, to make it an open carriage often used for country outings. It was drawn by anywhere from two to six horses. - A barouche was considered quite fancy in the first part of the nineteenth century. It had two seats facing each other, and held four people comfortably; the landau top folded back in the middle, to make it an open carriage often used for country outings. It was drawn by anywhere from two to six horses. -Editor's note.6 Captain Fielding probably refers to the relative Captain Fielding probably refers to the relative newness newness of the roads. Lyme was inaccessible to wheeled traffic until 1759, when a turnpike was built leading into the town; all land transportation prior to that date was done by pack horse. - of the roads. Lyme was inaccessible to wheeled traffic until 1759, when a turnpike was built leading into the town; all land transportation prior to that date was done by pack horse. -Editors note.7 In die presence of several members of an unt.i.tled family, it was customary to address the eldest child by the tide In die presence of several members of an unt.i.tled family, it was customary to address the eldest child by the tide Miss, Miss, or or Mister, Mister, with younger siblings distinguished by the tide and their first names. Thus the ordering of rank was preserved; similarly, the eldest would pa.s.s in and out of the room before die next youngest child in age, and so on to the youngest. - with younger siblings distinguished by the tide and their first names. Thus the ordering of rank was preserved; similarly, the eldest would pa.s.s in and out of the room before die next youngest child in age, and so on to the youngest. -Editor's note.8 Surgeons were considered common village tradesmen rather than educated professionals, such as physicians and their wives could not be presented at Court, while physicians" wives could. - Surgeons were considered common village tradesmen rather than educated professionals, such as physicians and their wives could not be presented at Court, while physicians" wives could. -Editor's note.

Chapter 6 - Pits and Pitfalls.

7 September, cont.

THE DRIVE WAS HARDLY A LONG ONE, FOR M MR. C CRAWFORD'S FOSSIL site was among the cliffs below Charmouth about two miles from Lyme, and indeed, but a stone's throw from the heights of the Grange. And so, the penalty for cowardice being the loss of such a pleasure party, I bowed to Fate and allowed Mr. Sidmouth to hand me up onto the ba-rouche's box, and waited stiff-backed while he setded himself beside me, and took up the team's reins. I had never before had the occasion to watch a gendeman drive four-in-hand, and must declare myself quite fascinated; his strong, broad fingers in their leather driving gloves seemed endowed with a particular sensibility, that read the intentions of each animal's mouth almost before it was itself aware of them. As we headed east up the long coastal road, however, the team picked up speed; and the effects of wind and motion so high upon an unprotected seat almost unnerved me. I would not allow myself the indulgence of giving way-no feminine shrieks, no pitiful hands clutching at Mr. Sidmouth's arm-but rather maintained a stoic appearance as 1 swayed beside him; and if my jaw was clenched and my fingers knotted, I pray he was too intent upon the road to spare either a thought. site was among the cliffs below Charmouth about two miles from Lyme, and indeed, but a stone's throw from the heights of the Grange. And so, the penalty for cowardice being the loss of such a pleasure party, I bowed to Fate and allowed Mr. Sidmouth to hand me up onto the ba-rouche's box, and waited stiff-backed while he setded himself beside me, and took up the team's reins. I had never before had the occasion to watch a gendeman drive four-in-hand, and must declare myself quite fascinated; his strong, broad fingers in their leather driving gloves seemed endowed with a particular sensibility, that read the intentions of each animal's mouth almost before it was itself aware of them. As we headed east up the long coastal road, however, the team picked up speed; and the effects of wind and motion so high upon an unprotected seat almost unnerved me. I would not allow myself the indulgence of giving way-no feminine shrieks, no pitiful hands clutching at Mr. Sidmouth's arm-but rather maintained a stoic appearance as 1 swayed beside him; and if my jaw was clenched and my fingers knotted, I pray he was too intent upon the road to spare either a thought.

"How fortunate that the weather is fine," he said, after a time, "and yet, not too too fine-not so very dry that we should have a cloud of dust before and behind. One wants a little rain at night, when one embarks upon a plan of driving." fine-not so very dry that we should have a cloud of dust before and behind. One wants a little rain at night, when one embarks upon a plan of driving."

"Mr. Crawford is very good to think of us, and to endeavour to afford so many so much pleasure," I said.

"Crawford is always bent upon pleasing. It is his chief fault."

"His fault! Can goodwill and generosity ever be so considered?"

"When they lead to obligation, I believe they can," Mr. Sidmouth replied. "Cholmondeley Crawford is a wealthy man, and may have the pleasure of doing as he likes; but some of those he entertains, cannot afford to treat him in a like manner, and the mortification of it goes unnoticed by the man himself. If the distinctions of rank have any value, it would seem that they should be preserved, if only to prevent embarra.s.sment."

"If this is a fault, then Mr. Crawford has chosen wisely," I cried. "I should rather be charged with doing too much, much, of being of being too easy, too easy, than of being above my company. Pride is a quality I abhor beyond all things. However justified by the accomplishments of the possessor, it renders the power to do good, onerous when once bestowed. We none of us like condescension when it is offered." than of being above my company. Pride is a quality I abhor beyond all things. However justified by the accomplishments of the possessor, it renders the power to do good, onerous when once bestowed. We none of us like condescension when it is offered."

"Very true. Condescension, and officiousness-the unwonted interference of others in our private affairs."

He spoke with an edge of bitterness, as if at a painful recollection; and unbidden, Captain Fielding's face arose in my mind. His opinion of Mr. Sidmouth was so very bad; and yet, so kind and generous a gentleman as Mr. Crawford counted the master of High Down among his intimate friends. It was a puzzle.

"And what is your your fault, Mr. Sidmouth?" I enquired, bracing my right hand against the seat as the barouche rounded a ragged curve. fault, Mr. Sidmouth?" I enquired, bracing my right hand against the seat as the barouche rounded a ragged curve.

"Following my own inclination, when I should consider the needs of others," he said, without hesitation. "You will notice, for example, that I drive to suit myself, rather than in deference to your fear of heights and speed. But having observed your hand clutching at the seat, I cannot persist; I must imagine the rest of the party to be similarly incommoded." He sawed at the reins, and glanced over his shoulder at the four heads bobbing behind; all were engaged in animated discussion, the sense of which was drowned in the tumult of hooves and wheels; and none, to my eye, looked the slightest bit discomfited.

"To follow one's inclination first, is the habit of a solitary man," I observed.

"And how then have I acquired it? For I can hardly be called a hermit."

"I did not mean you wanted a household," I replied. "Only that a household cannot claim the consideration that a family might."

"Ah! The wife and children!" he said, with some amus.e.m.e.nt. "Yes-I admire your circ.u.mspection, Miss Jane Austen of Bath. It is rare for a young lady in my company not not to broach the subject of marriage within an hour's acquaintance; and you have withstood the test now several days. But I fear my habits are not conducive to a settled life. For domestic bliss, you must search elsewhere." to broach the subject of marriage within an hour's acquaintance; and you have withstood the test now several days. But I fear my habits are not conducive to a settled life. For domestic bliss, you must search elsewhere."

"I spoke but in the general way!" I cried, mortified. "I meant only to ill.u.s.trate my point, by describing your situation."

"But you have not described it as you should," he replied . "For I do not live alone. There is my cousin Sera-phine."

I must have flushed hody at the name, for his eyes, when they glanced my way, narrowed shrewdly.

"You have heard something to her discredit. I am sure of it/'

"Of your cousin I have heard little-and that, only praise. But of yourself, Mr. Sidmouth-" I faltered, and searched for a means of carrying on. "I hear such conflicting reports of your character, that I confess I know not what to think."

"If you would draw my likeness from the opinion of men such as Percival Fielding, you cannot hope to capture it truly."

"Captain Fielding appears all that is honourable," I replied, stiffening.

"Appears! Aye, he appears appears to be a great deal." At this, Sidmouth laughed with contempt, but his countenance was decidedly angry. "He has sunk Mademoiselle LeFevre before the eyes of all Lyme. The sorrow Fielding has caused-the pain-I tremble to think of it, Miss Austen." to be a great deal." At this, Sidmouth laughed with contempt, but his countenance was decidedly angry. "He has sunk Mademoiselle LeFevre before the eyes of all Lyme. The sorrow Fielding has caused-the pain-I tremble to think of it, Miss Austen."

"How can can you speak so!" I said, my att.i.tude all indignation. I clutched involuntarily at the seat's edge as the barouche began to descend towards the Charmouth shingle. A broad sea vista was spread before us-breathtaking in the extreme-but I was too intent upon my thoughts to give it proper notice. you speak so!" I said, my att.i.tude all indignation. I clutched involuntarily at the seat's edge as the barouche began to descend towards the Charmouth shingle. A broad sea vista was spread before us-breathtaking in the extreme-but I was too intent upon my thoughts to give it proper notice. ''You, ''You, Mr. Sidmouth, who should have been your cousin's protector! You-who are responsible for reducing her to misery of the acutest kind! I wonder at your encompa.s.sing a man so honourable as the Captain-his motives all disinterested, his aims merely just-in the ruin of Mademoiselle LeFevre! Your own sense of decency, Mr. Sidmouth-of respect for the duties of a gentleman-must cry out against it!" Mr. Sidmouth, who should have been your cousin's protector! You-who are responsible for reducing her to misery of the acutest kind! I wonder at your encompa.s.sing a man so honourable as the Captain-his motives all disinterested, his aims merely just-in the ruin of Mademoiselle LeFevre! Your own sense of decency, Mr. Sidmouth-of respect for the duties of a gentleman-must cry out against it!"

His countenance paled above his bitten lips, and his gaze, levelled as it was over the horses' heads, became stony. "I would beg you to speak no more to me, madam, of Captain Fielding," he said. "You cannot know what is toward between that gendeman and myself, and I shall not stoop to deriding him him to others, as it has suited him to serve me." to others, as it has suited him to serve me."

"I am glad to know you retain some some claims to the honour of a gendeman," I replied tartly; and so we pulled up before Mr. Crawford's fossil works, in silence and some confusion of emotions the one towards the other. claims to the honour of a gendeman," I replied tartly; and so we pulled up before Mr. Crawford's fossil works, in silence and some confusion of emotions the one towards the other.

"MY DEAR MR. CRAWFORD," MY FATHER EXCLAIMED, AS HE advanced upon that gendeman with hand extended, "I quite revel in this opportunity to view your pits! What industry, on behalf of science! What energy, towards the greater glorification of G.o.d!" advanced upon that gendeman with hand extended, "I quite revel in this opportunity to view your pits! What industry, on behalf of science! What energy, towards the greater glorification of G.o.d!"

Mr. Crawford stood in his shirtsleeves (for the day was decidedly warm), his bald head shielded by a monstrous hat. The redness of his countenance testified to the energy with which he had been stooping and carrying the small articles of stone laid neatly to one side upon a blanket; and the weariness of the two men employed in his behalf, who worked deep in a quarry hewn from the cliff face with picks and trowels, spoke eloquenUy of the labour undergone. The heat was intensified by a smallish fire ignited near a bellows, where Mr. Crawford's men might repair such tools as required attention, on a crude sort of forge; and all about lay piles of rubble, the detritus of scientific endeavour.

Eliza and Henry were admiring the view from the shingle; Mr. Sidmouth was attending to the horses; and so Ca.s.sandra and I followed my father towards the day's burden of treasures. There we found the two ladies of the Crawford household ranged on either side of a blanket, in the process of unpacking a hamper.

"Miss Crawford! And Miss Armstrong!" Geoffrey Sidmouth declared, coming up behind. "How delightful to see you, indeed. I did not know that you were to be of the party. May I present to you the Miss Austens, of Bath."