October 10th. — Mr. Huntingdon
returned about three weeks ago. His appearance,
his demeanour and conversation, and my feelings with
regard to him, I shall not trouble myself to describe.
The day after his arrival, however, he surprised
me by the announcement of an intention to procure
a governess for little Arthur: I told him it
was quite unnecessary, not to say ridiculous, at the
present season: I thought I was fully competent
to the task of teaching him myself — for some
years to come, at least: the child’s education
was the only pleasure and business of my life; and
since he had deprived me of every other occupation,
he might surely leave me that.
He said I was not fit to teach children,
or to be with them: I had already reduced the
boy to little better than an automaton; I had broken
his fine spirit with my rigid severity; and I should
freeze all the sunshine out of his heart, and make
him as gloomy an ascetic as myself, if I had the handling
of him much longer. And poor Rachel, too, came
in for her share of abuse, as usual; he cannot endure
Rachel, because he knows she has a proper appreciation
of him.
I calmly defended our several qualifications
as nurse and governess, and still resisted the proposed
addition to our family; but he cut me short by saying
it was no use bothering about the matter, for he had
engaged a governess already, and she was coming next
week; so that all I had to do was to get things ready
for her reception. This was a rather startling
piece of intelligence. I ventured to inquire
her name and address, by whom she had been recommended,
or how he had been led to make choice of her.
‘She is a very estimable, pious
young person,’ said he; ’you needn’t
be afraid. Her name is Myers, I believe; and
she was recommended to me by a respectable old dowager:
a lady of high repute in the religious world.
I have not seen her myself, and therefore cannot
give you a particular account of her person and conversation,
and so forth; but, if the old lady’s eulogies
are correct, you will find her to possess all desirable
qualifications for her position: an inordinate
love of children among the rest.’
All this was gravely and quietly spoken,
but there was a laughing demon in his half-averted
eye that boded no good, I imagined. However,
I thought of my asylum in -shire, and made no further
objections.
When Miss Myers arrived, I was not
prepared to give her a very cordial reception.
Her appearance was not particularly calculated to
produce a favourable impression at first sight, nor
did her manners and subsequent conduct, in any degree,
remove the prejudice I had already conceived against
her. Her attainments were limited, her intellect
noways above mediocrity. She had a fine voice,
and could sing like a nightingale, and accompany herself
sufficiently well on the piano; but these were her
only accomplishments. There was a look of guile
and subtlety in her face, a sound of it in her voice.
She seemed afraid of me, and would start if I suddenly
approached her. In her behaviour she was respectful
and complaisant, even to servility: she attempted
to flatter and fawn upon me at first, but I soon checked
that. Her fondness for her little pupil was
overstrained, and I was obliged to remonstrate with
her on the subject of over-indulgence and injudicious
praise; but she could not gain his heart. Her
piety consisted in an occasional heaving of sighs,
and uplifting of eyes to the ceiling, and the utterance
of a few cant phrases. She told me she was a
clergyman’s daughter, and had been left an orphan
from her childhood, but had had the good fortune to
obtain a situation in a very pious family; and then
she spoke so gratefully of the kindness she had experienced
from its different members, that I reproached myself
for my uncharitable thoughts and unfriendly conduct,
and relented for a time, but not for long: my
causes of dislike were too rational, my suspicions
too well founded for that; and I knew it was my duty
to watch and scrutinize till those suspicions were
either satisfactorily removed or confirmed.
I asked the name and residence of
the kind and pious family. She mentioned a common
name, and an unknown and distant place of abode, but
told me they were now on the Continent, and their present
address was unknown to her. I never saw her speak
much to Mr. Huntingdon; but he would frequently look
into the school-room to see how little Arthur got
on with his new companion, when I was not there.
In the evening, she sat with us in the drawing-room,
and would sing and play to amuse him or us, as she
pretended, and was very attentive to his wants, and
watchful to anticipate them, though she only talked
to me; indeed, he was seldom in a condition to be
talked to. Had she been other than she was, I
should have felt her presence a great relief to come
between us thus, except, indeed, that I should have
been thoroughly ashamed for any decent person to see
him as he often was.
I did not mention my suspicions to
Rachel; but she, having sojourned for half a century
in this land of sin and sorrow, has learned to be
suspicious herself. She told me from the first
she was ‘down of that new governess,’
and I soon found she watched her quite as narrowly
as I did; and I was glad of it, for I longed to know
the truth: the atmosphere of Grassdale seemed
to stifle me, and I could only live by thinking of
Wildfell Hall.
At last, one morning, she entered
my chamber with such intelligence that my resolution
was taken before she had ceased to speak. While
she dressed me I explained to her my intentions and
what assistance I should require from her, and told
her which of my things she was to pack up, and what
she was to leave behind for herself, as I had no other
means of recompensing her for this sudden dismissal
after her long and faithful service: a circumstance
I most deeply regretted, but could not avoid.
‘And what will you do, Rachel?’
said I; ’will you go home, or seek another place?’
‘I have no home, ma’am,
but with you,’ she replied; ’and if I leave
you I’ll never go into place again as long as
I live.’
‘But I can’t afford to
live like a lady now,’ returned I: ’I
must be my own maid and my child’s nurse.’
‘What signifies!’ replied
she, in some excitement. ’You’ll
want somebody to clean and wash, and cook, won’t
you? I can do all that; and never mind the wages:
I’ve my bits o’ savings yet, and if you
wouldn’t take me I should have to find my own
board and lodging out of ’em somewhere, or else
work among strangers: and it’s what I’m
not used to: so you can please yourself, ma’am.’
Her voice quavered as she spoke, and the tears stood
in her eyes.
’I should like it above all
things, Rachel, and I’d give you such wages
as I could afford: such as I should give to any
servant-of-all-work I might employ: but don’t
you see I should be dragging you down with me when
you have done nothing to deserve it?’
‘Oh, fiddle!’ ejaculated she.
’And, besides, my future way
of living will be so widely different to the past:
so different to all you have been accustomed to —
’
’Do you think, ma’am,
I can’t bear what my missis can? surely I’m
not so proud and so dainty as that comes to; and my
little master, too, God bless him!’
’But I’m young, Rachel;
I sha’n’t mind it; and Arthur is young
too: it will be nothing to him.’
’Nor me either: I’m
not so old but what I can stand hard fare and hard
work, if it’s only to help and comfort them as
I’ve loved like my own bairns: for all
I’m too old to bide the thoughts o’ leaving
‘em in trouble and danger, and going amongst
strangers myself.’
‘Then you sha’n’t,
Rachel!’ cried I, embracing my faithful friend.
’We’ll all go together, and you shall see
how the new life suits you.’
‘Bless you, honey!’ cried
she, affectionately returning my embrace. ’Only
let us get shut of this wicked house, and we’ll
do right enough, you’ll see.’
‘So think I,’ was my answer;
and so that point was settled.
By that morning’s post I despatched
a few hasty lines to Frederick, beseeching him to
prepare my asylum for my immediate reception:
for I should probably come to claim it within a day
after the receipt of that note: and telling
him, in few words, the cause of my sudden resolution.
I then wrote three letters of adieu: the first
to Esther Hargrave, in which I told her that I found
it impossible to stay any longer at Grassdale, or
to leave my son under his father’s protection;
and, as it was of the last importance that our future
abode should be unknown to him and his acquaintance,
I should disclose it to no one but my brother, through
the medium of whom I hoped still to correspond with
my friends. I then gave her his address, exhorted
her to write frequently, reiterated some of my former
admonitions regarding her own concerns, and bade her
a fond farewell.
The second was to Milicent; much to
the same effect, but a little more confidential, as
befitted our longer intimacy, and her greater experience
and better acquaintance with my circumstances.
The third was to my aunt: a
much more difficult and painful undertaking, and therefore
I had left it to the last; but I must give her some
explanation of that extraordinary step I had taken:
and that quickly, for she and my uncle would no doubt
hear of it within a day or two after my disappearance,
as it was probable that Mr. Huntingdon would speedily
apply to them to know what was become of me.
At last, however, I told her I was sensible of my
error: I did not complain of its punishment,
and I was sorry to trouble my friends with its consequences;
but in duty to my son I must submit no longer; it
was absolutely necessary that he should be delivered
from his father’s corrupting influence.
I should not disclose my place of refuge even to
her, in order that she and my uncle might be able,
with truth, to deny all knowledge concerning it; but
any communications addressed to me under cover to
my brother would be certain to reach me. I hoped
she and my uncle would pardon the step I had taken,
for if they knew all, I was sure they would not blame
me; and I trusted they would not afflict themselves
on my account, for if I could only reach my retreat
in safety and keep it unmolested, I should be very
happy, but for the thoughts of them; and should be
quite contented to spend my life in obscurity, devoting
myself to the training up of my child, and teaching
him to avoid the errors of both his parents.
These things were done yesterday:
I have given two whole days to the preparation for
our departure, that Frederick may have more time to
prepare the rooms, and Rachel to pack up the things:
for the latter task must be done with the utmost
caution and secrecy, and there is no one but me to
assist her. I can help to get the articles together,
but I do not understand the art of stowing them into
the boxes, so as to take up the smallest possible space;
and there are her own things to do, as well as mine
and Arthur’s. I can ill afford to leave
anything behind, since I have no money, except a few
guineas in my purse; and besides, as Rachel observed,
whatever I left would most likely become the property
of Miss Myers, and I should not relish that.
But what trouble I have had throughout
these two days, struggling to appear calm and collected,
to meet him and her as usual, when I was obliged to
meet them, and forcing myself to leave my little Arthur
in her hands for hours together! But I trust
these trials are over now: I have laid him in
my bed for better security, and never more, I trust,
shall his innocent lips be defiled by their contaminating
kisses, or his young ears polluted by their words.
But shall we escape in safety? Oh, that the morning
were come, and we were on our way at least!
This evening, when I had given Rachel all the assistance
I could, and had nothing left me but to wait, and
wish and tremble, I became so greatly agitated that
I knew not what to do. I went down to dinner,
but I could not force myself to eat. Mr. Huntingdon
remarked the circumstance.
‘What’s to do with you
now?’ said he, when the removal of the second
course gave him time to look about him.
‘I am not well,’ I replied:
’I think I must lie down a little; you won’t
miss me much?’
’Not the least: if you
leave your chair, it’ll do just as well —
better, a trifle,’ he muttered, as I left the
room, ’for I can fancy somebody else fills it.’
‘Somebody else may fill it to-morrow,’
I thought, but did not say. ‘There!
I’ve seen the last of you, I hope,’ I
muttered, as I closed the door upon him.
Rachel urged me to seek repose at
once, to recruit my strength for to-morrow’s
journey, as we must be gone before the dawn; but in
my present state of nervous excitement that was entirely
out of the question. It was equally out of the
question to sit, or wander about my room, counting
the hours and the minutes between me and the appointed
time of action, straining my ears and trembling at
every sound, lest someone should discover and betray
us after all. I took up a book and tried to read:
my eyes wandered over the pages, but it was impossible
to bind my thoughts to their contents. Why not
have recourse to the old expedient, and add this last
event to my chronicle? I opened its pages once
more, and wrote the above account — with difficulty,
at first, but gradually my mind became more calm and
steady. Thus several hours have passed away:
the time is drawing near; and now my eyes feel heavy
and my frame exhausted. I will commend my cause
to God, and then lie down and gain an hour or two
of sleep; and then! —
Little Arthur sleeps soundly.
All the house is still: there can be no one
watching. The boxes were all corded by Benson,
and quietly conveyed down the back stairs after dusk,
and sent away in a cart to the M- coach-office.
The name upon the cards was Mrs. Graham, which appellation
I mean henceforth to adopt. My mother’s
maiden name was Graham, and therefore I fancy I have
some claim to it, and prefer it to any other, except
my own, which I dare not resume.