II. SOMEBODY KNOCKS AND COMES IN
Miller Loveday was the representative of an ancient family of
corn-grinders whose history is lost in the mists of antiquity. His
ancestral line was contemporaneous with that of De Ros, Howard, and
De La Zouche; but, owing to some trifling deficiency in the
possessions of the house of Loveday, the individual names and
intermarriages of its members were not recorded during the Middle
Ages, and thus their private lives in any given century were
uncertain. But it was known that the family had formed matrimonial
alliances with farmers not so very small, and once with a gentleman-
tanner, who had for many years purchased after their death the
horses of the most aristocratic persons in the county--fiery steeds
that earlier in their career had been valued at many hundred
guineas.
It was also ascertained that Mr. Loveday's great-grandparents had
been eight in number, and his great-great-grandparents sixteen,
every one of whom reached to years of discretion: at every stage
backwards his sires and gammers thus doubled and doubled till they
became a vast body of Gothic ladies and gentlemen of the rank known
as ceorls or villeins, full of importance to the country at large,
and ramifying throughout the unwritten history of England. His
immediate father had greatly improved the value of their residence
by building a new chimney, and setting up an additional pair of
millstones.
Overcombe Mill presented at one end the appearance of a hard-worked
house slipping into the river, and at the other of an idle, genteel
place, half-cloaked with creepers at this time of the year, and
having no visible connexion with flour. It had hips instead of
gables, giving it a round-shouldered look, four chimneys with no
smoke coming out of them, two zigzag cracks in the wall, several
open windows, with a looking-glass here and there inside, showing
its warped back to the passer-by; snowy dimity curtains waving in
the draught; two mill doors, one above the other, the upper enabling
a person to step out upon nothing at a height of ten feet from the
ground; a gaping arch vomiting the river, and a lean, long-nosed
fellow looking out from the mill doorway, who was the hired grinder,
except when a bulging fifteen stone man occupied the same place,
namely, the miller himself.
Behind the mill door, and invisible to the mere wayfarer who did not
visit the family, were chalked addition and subtraction sums, many
of them originally done wrong, and the figures half rubbed out and
corrected, noughts being turned into nines, and ones into twos.
These were the miller's private calculations. There were also
chalked in the same place rows and rows of strokes like open
palings, representing the calculations of the grinder, who in his
youthful ciphering studies had not gone so far as Arabic figures.
In the court in front were two worn-out millstones, made useful
again by being let in level with the ground. Here people stood to
smoke and consider things in muddy weather; and cats slept on the
clean surfaces when it was hot. In the large stubbard-tree at the
corner of the garden was erected a pole of larch fir, which the
miller had bought with others at a sale of small timber in Damer's
Wood one Christmas week. It rose from the upper boughs of the tree
to about the height of a fisherman's mast, and on the top was a vane
in the form of a sailor with his arm stretched out. When the sun
shone upon this figure it could be seen that the greater part of his
countenance was gone, and the paint washed from his body so far as
to reveal that he had been a soldier in red before he became a
sailor in blue. The image had, in fact, been John, one of our
coming characters, and was then turned into Robert, another of them.
This revolving piece of statuary could not, however, be relied on as
a vane, owing to the neighbouring hill, which formed variable
currents in the wind.
The leafy and quieter wing of the mill-house was the part occupied
by Mrs. Garland and her daughter, who made up in summer-time for the
narrowness of their quarters by overflowing into the garden on
stools and chairs. The parlour or dining-room had a stone floor--a
fact which the widow sought to disguise by double carpeting, lest
the standing of Anne and herself should be lowered in the public
eye. Here now the mid-day meal went lightly and mincingly on, as it
does where there is no greedy carnivorous man to keep the dishes
about, and was hanging on the close when somebody entered the
passage as far as the chink of the parlour door, and tapped. This
proceeding was probably adopted to kindly avoid giving trouble to
Susan, the neighbour's pink daughter, who helped at Mrs. Garland's
in the mornings, but was at that moment particularly occupied in
standing on the water-butt and gazing at the soldiers, with an
inhaling position of the mouth and circular eyes.
There was a flutter in the little dining-room--the sensitiveness of
habitual solitude makes hearts beat for preternaturally small
reasons--and a guessing as to who the visitor might be. It was some
military gentleman from the camp perhaps? No; that was impossible.
It was the parson? No; he would not come at dinner-time. It was
the well-informed man who travelled with drapery and the best
Birmingham earrings? Not at all; his time was not till Thursday at
three. Before they could think further the visitor moved forward
another step, and the diners got a glimpse of him through the same
friendly chink that had afforded him a view of the Garland
dinner-table.
'O! It is only Loveday.'
This approximation to nobody was the miller above mentioned, a hale
man of fifty-five or sixty--hale all through, as many were in those
days, and not merely veneered with purple by exhilarating victuals
and drinks, though the latter were not at all despised by him. His
face was indeed rather pale than otherwise, for he had just come
from the mill. It was capable of immense changes of expression:
mobility was its essence, a roll of flesh forming a buttress to his
nose on each side, and a deep ravine lying between his lower lip and
the tumulus represented by his chin. These fleshy lumps moved
stealthily, as if of their own accord, whenever his fancy was
tickled.
His eyes having lighted on the table-cloth, plates, and viands, he
found himself in a position which had a sensible awkwardness for a
modest man who always liked to enter only at seasonable times the
presence of a girl of such pleasantly soft ways as Anne Garland, she
who could make apples seem like peaches, and throw over her
shillings the glamour of guineas when she paid him for flour.
'Dinner is over, neighbour Loveday; please come in,' said the widow,
seeing his case. The miller said something about coming in
presently; but Anne pressed him to stay, with a tender motion of her
lip as it played on the verge of a solicitous smile without quite
lapsing into one--her habitual manner when speaking.
Loveday took off his low-crowned hat and advanced. He had not come
about pigs or fowls this time. 'You have been looking out, like the
rest o' us, no doubt, Mrs. Garland, at the mampus of soldiers that
have come upon the down? Well, one of the horse regiments is the --
th Dragoons, my son John's regiment, you know.'
The announcement, though it interested them, did not create such an
effect as the father of John had seemed to anticipate; but Anne, who
liked to say pleasant things, replied, 'The dragoons looked nicer
than the foot, or the German cavalry either.'
'They are a handsome body of men,' said the miller in a
disinterested voice. 'Faith! I didn't know they were coming, though
it may be in the newspaper all the time. But old Derriman keeps it
so long that we never know things till they be in everybody's
mouth.'
This Derriman was a squireen living near, who was chiefly
distinguished in the present warlike time by having a nephew in the
yeomanry.
'We were told that the yeomanry went along the turnpike road
yesterday,' said Anne; 'and they say that they were a pretty sight,
and quite soldierly.'
'Ah! well--they be not regulars,' said Miller Loveday, keeping back
harsher criticism as uncalled for. But inflamed by the arrival of
the dragoons, which had been the exciting cause of his call, his
mind would not go to yeomanry. 'John has not been home these five
years,' he said.
'And what rank does he hold now?' said the widow.
'He's trumpet-major, ma'am; and a good musician.' The miller, who
was a good father, went on to explain that John had seen some
service, too. He had enlisted when the regiment was lying in this
neighbourhood, more than eleven years before, which put his father
out of temper with him, as he had wished him to follow on at the
mill. But as the lad had enlisted seriously, and as he had often
said that he would be a soldier, the miller had thought that he
would let Jack take his chance in the profession of his choice.
Loveday had two sons, and the second was now brought into the
conversation by a remark of Anne's that neither of them seemed to
care for the miller's business.
'No,' said Loveday in a less buoyant tone. 'Robert, you see, must
needs go to sea.'
'He is much younger than his brother?' said Mrs. Garland.
About four years, the miller told her. His soldier son was
two-and-thirty, and Bob was twenty-eight. When Bob returned from
his present voyage, he was to be persuaded to stay and assist as
grinder in the mill, and go to sea no more.
'A sailor-miller!' said Anne.
'O, he knows as much about mill business as I do,' said Loveday; 'he
was intended for it, you know, like John. But, bless me!' he
continued, 'I am before my story. I'm come more particularly to ask
you, ma'am, and you, Anne my honey, if you will join me and a few
friends at a leetle homely supper that I shall gi'e to please the
chap now he's come? I can do no less than have a bit of a randy, as
the saying is, now that he's here safe and sound.'
Mrs. Garland wanted to catch her daughter's eye; she was in some
doubt about her answer. But Anne's eye was not to be caught, for
she hated hints, nods, and calculations of any kind in matters which
should be regulated by impulse; and the matron replied, 'If so be
'tis possible, we'll be there. You will tell us the day?'
He would, as soon as he had seen son John. ''Twill be rather
untidy, you know, owing to my having no womenfolks in the house; and
my man David is a poor dunder-headed feller for getting up a feast.
Poor chap! his sight is bad, that's true, and he's very good at
making the beds, and oiling the legs of the chairs and other
furniture, or I should have got rid of him years ago.'
'You should have a woman to attend to the house, Loveday,' said the
widow.
'Yes, I should, but--. Well, 'tis a fine day, neighbours. Hark! I
fancy I hear the noise of pots and pans up at the camp, or my ears
deceive me. Poor fellows, they must be hungry! Good day t'ye,
ma'am.' And the miller went away.
All that afternoon Overcombe continued in a ferment of interest in
the military investment, which brought the excitement of an invasion
without the strife. There were great discussions on the merits and
appearance of the soldiery. The event opened up, to the girls
unbounded possibilities of adoring and being adored, and to the
young men an embarrassment of dashing acquaintances which quite
superseded falling in love. Thirteen of these lads incontinently
stated within the space of a quarter of an hour that there was
nothing in the world like going for a soldier. The young women
stated little, but perhaps thought the more; though, in justice,
they glanced round towards the encampment from the corners of their
blue and brown eyes in the most demure and modest manner that could
be desired.
In the evening the village was lively with soldiers' wives; a tree
full of starlings would not have rivalled the chatter that was going
on. These ladies were very brilliantly dressed, with more regard
for colour than for material. Purple, red, and blue bonnets were
numerous, with bunches of cocks' feathers; and one had on an
Arcadian hat of green sarcenet, turned up in front to show her cap
underneath. It had once belonged to an officer's lady, and was not
so much stained, except where the occasional storms of rain,
incidental to a military life, had caused the green to run and
stagnate in curious watermarks like peninsulas and islands. Some of
the prettiest of these butterfly wives had been fortunate enough to
get lodgings in the cottages, and were thus spared the necessity of
living in huts and tents on the down. Those who had not been so
fortunate were not rendered more amiable by the success of their
sisters-in-arms, and called them names which brought forth retorts
and rejoinders; till the end of these alternative remarks seemed
dependent upon the close of the day.
One of these new arrivals, who had a rosy nose and a slight
thickness of voice, which, as Anne said, she couldn't help, poor
thing, seemed to have seen so much of the world, and to have been in
so many campaigns, that Anne would have liked to take her into their
own house, so as to acquire some of that practical knowledge of the
history of England which the lady possessed, and which could not be
got from books. But the narrowness of Mrs. Garland's rooms
absolutely forbade this, and the houseless treasury of experience
was obliged to look for quarters elsewhere.
That night Anne retired early to bed. The events of the day,
cheerful as they were in themselves, had been unusual enough to give
her a slight headache. Before getting into bed she went to the
window, and lifted the white curtains that hung across it. The moon
was shining, though not as yet into the valley, but just peeping
above the ridge of the down, where the white cones of the encampment
were softly touched by its light. The quarter-guard and foremost
tents showed themselves prominently; but the body of the camp, the
officers' tents, kitchens, canteen, and appurtenances in the rear
were blotted out by the ground, because of its height above her.
She could discern the forms of one or two sentries moving to and fro
across the disc of the moon at intervals. She could hear the
frequent shuffling and tossing of the horses tied to the pickets;
and in the other direction the miles-long voice of the sea,
whispering a louder note at those points of its length where
hampered in its ebb and flow by some jutting promontory or group of
boulders. Louder sounds suddenly broke this approach to silence;
they came from the camp of dragoons, were taken up further to the
right by the camp of the Hanoverians, and further on still by the
body of infantry. It was tattoo. Feeling no desire to sleep, she
listened yet longer, looked at Charles's Wain swinging over the
church tower, and the moon ascending higher and higher over the
right-hand streets of tents, where, instead of parade and bustle,
there was nothing going on but snores and dreams, the tired soldiers
lying by this time under their proper canvases, radiating like
spokes from the pole of each tent.
At last Anne gave up thinking, and retired like the rest. The night
wore on, and, except the occasional 'All's well' of the sentries, no
voice was heard in the camp or in the village below.
