CHAPTER I
You 0
must go back with
me 1
to the autumn of 1827 .
My 1
father 2
, as
you 0
know , was
a sort of
gentleman farmer 3
in — shire 52
; and
I 1
, by
his 2
express desire , succeeded
him 2
in the same quiet occupation , not very willingly , for ambition urged
me 1
to higher aims , and self-conceit assured
me 1
that , in disregarding its voice ,
I 1
was burying
my 1
talent in the earth , and hiding
my 1
light under a bushel .
My 1
mother 4
had done
her 4
utmost to persuade
me 1
that
I 1
was capable of great achievements ; but
my 1
father 2
, who thought ambition was the surest road to ruin , and change but another word for destruction , would listen to no scheme for bettering either
my 1
own condition , or that of
my 1
fellow mortals 5
.
He 2
assured
me 1
it was all rubbish , and exhorted
me 1
, with
his 2
dying breath , to continue in the good old way , to follow
his 2
steps , and those of
his 2
father 6
before
him 2
, and let
my 1
highest ambition be to walk honestly through
the world 7
, looking neither to the right hand nor to the left , and to transmit
the paternal acres 8
to
my 1
children 9
in , at least , as flourishing a condition as
he 2
left
them 8
to
me 1
.
‘ Well !
an honest and industrious farmer 10
is one of
the most useful members of society 11
; and if
I 1
devote
my 1
talents to the cultivation of
my 1
farm 12
, and the improvement of agriculture in general ,
I 1
shall thereby benefit , not only
my 1
own immediate connections and dependants 13
, but , in some degree ,
mankind at large 5
: — hence
I 1
shall not have lived in vain . ’
With such reflections as these
I 1
was endeavouring to console
myself 1
, as
I 1
plodded
home 14
from
the fields 8
, one cold , damp , cloudy evening towards the close of October .
But the gleam of a bright red fire through
the parlour 15
window had more effect in cheering
my 1
spirits , and rebuking
my 1
thankless repinings , than all the sage reflections and good resolutions
I 1
had forced
my 1
mind to frame ; — for
I 1
was young then , remember — only four-and-twenty — and had not acquired half the rule over
my 1
own spirit that
I 1
now possess — trifling as that may be .
However , that haven of bliss must not be entered till
I 1
had exchanged
my 1
miry boots for a clean pair of shoes , and
my 1
rough surtout for a respectable coat , and made
myself 1
generally presentable before
decent society 16
; for
my 1
mother 4
, with all
her 4
kindness , was vastly particular on certain points .
In ascending to
my 1
room 17
I 1
was met upon
the stairs 18
by
a smart , pretty girl of nineteen , with a tidy , dumpy figure , a round face , bright , blooming cheeks , glossy , clustering curls , and little merry brown eyes 19
.
I 1
need not tell
you 0
this was
my 1
sister 19
Rose 19
.
She 19
is ,
I 1
know ,
a comely matron still 53
, and , doubtless , no less lovely — in
your 0
eyes — than on the happy day
you 0
first beheld
her 19
.
Nothing told
me 1
then that
she 19
, a few years hence , would be
the wife of
one entirely unknown to
me 1
as yet , but destined hereafter to become a closer friend than even
herself 19
, more intimate than
that unmannerly lad of seventeen 20
, by whom
I 1
was collared in the passage , on coming down , and well-nigh jerked off
my 1
equilibrium , and who , in correction for
his 20
impudence , received a resounding whack over the sconce , which , however , sustained no serious injury from the infliction 0
55
; as , besides being more than commonly thick , it was protected by a redundant shock of short , reddish curls , that
my 1
mother 4
called auburn .
On entering
the parlour 15
we 21
found
that honoured lady seated in
her 4
arm-chair at the fireside , working away at
her 4
knitting , according to
her 4
usual custom , when
she 4
had nothing else to do 4
.
She 4
had swept the hearth , and made a bright blazing fire for
our 21
reception ;
the servant 22
had just brought in the tea-tray ; and
Rose 19
was producing the sugar-basin and tea-caddy from the cupboard in the black oak side-board , that shone like polished ebony , in the cheerful
parlour 15
twilight .
‘ Well !
here
they 21
both are , ’ cried
my 1
mother 4
, looking round upon
us 21
without retarding the motion of
her 4
nimble fingers and glittering needles .
‘ Now shut the door , and come to the fire , while
Rose 19
gets the tea ready ;
I 4
’m sure
you 1
must be starved ; — and tell
me 4
what
you 1
’ve been about all day ; —
I 4
like to know what
my 4
children 23
have been about . ’
I 1
’ve been breaking in the grey colt — no easy business that — directing the ploughing of the last wheat stubble — for
the ploughboy 24
has not the sense to direct
himself 24
— and carrying out a plan for the extensive and efficient draining of
the low meadowlands 25
. ’
‘ That ’s
my 4
brave boy 1
!
— and
Fergus 20
, what have
you 20
been doing ? ’
‘ Badger-baiting . ’
And here
he 20
proceeded to give a particular account of
his 20
sport , and the respective traits of prowess evinced by the badger and the dogs ;
my 1
mother 4
pretending to listen with deep attention , and watching
his 20
animated countenance with a degree of maternal admiration
I 1
thought highly disproportioned to its object .
‘ It ’s time
you 20
should be doing something else ,
Fergus 20
, ’ said
I 1
, as soon as a momentary pause in
his 20
narration allowed
me 1
to get in a word .
‘ What can
I 20
do ? ’
replied
he 20
; ‘
my 20
mother 4
wo n’t let
me 20
go to
sea 26
or enter
the army 27
; and
I 20
’m determined to do nothing else — except make
myself 20
such a nuisance to
you 28
all , that
you 28
will be thankful to get rid of
me 20
on any terms . ’
Our 23
parent 4
soothingly stroked
his 20
stiff , short curls .
He 20
growled , and tried to look sulky , and then
we 29
all took
our 29
seats at the table , in obedience to the thrice-repeated summons of
Rose 19
.
‘ Now take
your 29
tea , ’ said
she 19
; ‘ and
I 19
’ll tell
you 29
what
I 19
’ve been doing .
I 19
’ve been to call on
the Wilsons 30
; and it ’s a thousand pities
you 1
did n’t go with
me 19
,
Gilbert 1
, for
Eliza Millward 31
was
there 32
! ’
‘ Well !
what of
her 31
? ’
‘ Oh , nothing !
I 19
’m not going to tell
you 1
about
her 31
; — only that
she 31
’s
a nice , amusing little thing 54
, when
she 31
is in a merry humour , and
I 19
should n’t mind calling
her 31
— ’ ‘ Hush , hush ,
my 4
dear 19
!
your 19
brother 1
has no such idea ! ’
whispered
my 1
mother 4
earnestly , holding up
her 4
finger .
‘ Well , ’ resumed
Rose 19
; ‘
I 19
was going to tell
you 1
an important piece of news
I 1
heard
there 32
I 19
have been bursting with it ever since .
You 1
know it was reported a month ago , that
somebody 33
was going to take
Wildfell Hall 34
— and — what do
you 1
think ?
It 34
has actually been inhabited above a week !
— and
we 35
never knew ! ’
‘ Impossible ! ’
cried
my 1
mother 4
.
‘ Preposterous !!! ’
shrieked
Fergus 20
.
It 34
has indeed !
— and by
a single lady 36
! ’
‘ Good gracious ,
my 4
dear !
The place 34
is in ruins ! ’
She 36
has had
two or three rooms 37
made habitable ; and
there 34
she 36
lives , all alone — except
an old woman for
a servant 39
38
! ’
‘ Oh , dear !
that spoils it —
I 20
’d hoped
she 36
was
a witch 40
, ’ observed
Fergus 20
, while carving
his 20
inch-thick slice of bread and butter .
‘ Nonsense ,
Fergus 20
!
But is n’t it strange ,
mamma 4
? ’
‘ Strange !
I 4
can hardly believe it . ’
‘ But
you 4
may believe it ; for
Jane Wilson 41
has seen
her 36
.
She 41
went with
her 41
mother , who , of course , when
she 42
heard of
a stranger being in
the neighbourhood 44
43
, would be on pins and needles till
she 42
had seen
her 36
and got all
she 42
could out of
her 36
42
.
She 36
is called
Mrs. Graham 36
, and
she 36
is in mourning — not widow ’s weeds , but slightish mourning — and
she 36
is quite young ,
they 45
say , — not above five or six and twenty , — but so reserved !
They 45
tried all
they 45
could to find out who
she 36
was and where
she 36
came from , and , all about
her 36
, but neither
Mrs. Wilson 42
, with
her 42
pertinacious and impertinent home-thrusts , nor
Miss Wilson 41
, with
her 41
skilful manoeuvring , could manage to elicit a single satisfactory answer , or even a casual remark , or chance expression calculated to allay
their 45
curiosity , or throw the faintest ray of light upon
her 36
history , circumstances , or connections .
Moreover ,
she 36
was barely civil to
them 45
, and evidently better pleased to say ‘ good-by , ’ than ‘ how do
you 46
do . ’
But
Eliza Millward 31
says
her 31
father 47
intends to call upon
her 36
soon , to offer some pastoral advice , which
he 47
fears
she 36
needs , as , though
she 36
is known to have entered
the neighbourhood 44
early last week ,
she 36
did not make
her 36
appearance at
church 48
on Sunday ; and
she 31
Eliza 31
, that is — will beg to accompany
him 47
, and is sure
she 31
can succeed in wheedling something out of
her 36
you 1
know ,
Gilbert 1
,
she 31
can do anything .
And
we 49
should call some time ,
mamma 4
; it ’s only proper ,
you 4
know . ’
‘ Of course ,
my 4
dear 19
.
Poor thing !
How lonely
she 36
must feel ! ’
‘ And pray , be quick about it ; and mind
you 20
bring
me 20
word how much sugar
she 36
puts in
her 36
tea , and what sort of caps and aprons
she 36
wears , and all about it ; for
I 20
do n’t know how
I 20
can live till
I 20
know , ’ said
Fergus 20
, very gravely .
But if
he 20
intended the speech to be hailed as a master-stroke of wit ,
he 20
signally failed , for
nobody 50
laughed .
However ,
he 20
was not much disconcerted at that ; for when
he 20
had taken a mouthful of bread and butter and was about to swallow a gulp of tea , the humour of the thing burst upon
him 20
with such irresistible force , that
he 20
was obliged to jump up from the table , and rush snorting and choking from
the room 15
; and a minute after , was heard screaming in fearful agony in
the garden 51
.
As for
me 1
,
I 1
was hungry , and contented
myself 1
with silently demolishing the tea , ham , and toast , while
my 1
mother 4
and
sister 19
went on talking , and continued to discuss the apparent or non-apparent circumstances , and probable or improbable history of
the mysterious lady 36
; but
I 1
must confess that , after
my 1
brother 20
’s misadventure ,
I 1
once or twice raised the cup to
my 1
lips , and put it down again without daring to taste the contents , lest
I 1
should injure
my 1
dignity by a similar explosion .