第45章 III(4)

That worried Leonora very much--it worried her dreadfully； she lay awake nights； she had an anxious line round her mouth. And that， again， worried Edward. I do not mean to say that Leonora actually spoke to Edward about his tenants--but he got to know that some one， probably her father， had been talking to her about the matter. He got to know it because it was the habit of his steward to look in on them every morning about breakfast-time to report any little happenings. And there was a farmer called Mumford who had only paid half his rent for the last three years.

One morning the land-steward reported that Mumford would be unable to pay his rent at all that year. Edward reflected for a moment and then he said something like：

"Oh well， he's an old fellow and his family have been our tenants for over two hundred years. Let him off altogether."And then Leonora--you must remember that she had reason for being very nervous and unhappy at that time--let out a sound that was very like a groan. It startled Edward， who more than suspected what was passing in her mind--it startled him into a state of anger. He said sharply：

"You wouldn't have me turn out people who've been earning money for us for centuries--people to whom we have responsibilities--and let in a pack of Scotch farmers？"He looked at her， Leonora said， with what was practically a glance of hatred and then， precipitately， he left the breakfast-table.

Leonora knew that it probably made it all the worse that he had been betrayed into a manifestation of anger before a third party. It was the first and last time that he ever was betrayed into such a manifestation of anger. The land-steward， a moderate and well-balanced man whose family also had been with the Ashburnhams for over a century， took it upon himself to explain that he considered Edward was pursuing a perfectly proper course with his tenants. He erred perhaps a little on the side of generosity， but hard times were hard times， and every one had to feel the pinch， landlord as well as tenants. The great thing was not to let the land get into a poor state of cultivation. Scotch farmers just skinned your fields and let them go down and down. But Edward had a very good set of tenants who did their best for him and for themselves. These arguments at that time carried very little conviction to Leonora. She was， nevertheless， much concerned by Edward's outburst of anger. The fact is that Leonora had been practising economies in her department. Two of the under-housemaids had gone and she had not replaced them； she had spent much less that year upon dress. The fare she had provided at the dinners they gave had been much less bountiful and not nearly so costly as had been the case in preceding years， and Edward began to perceive a hardness and determination in his wife's character. He seemed to see a net closing round him--a net in which they would be forced to live like one of the comparatively poor county families of the neighbourhood. And， in the mysterious way in which two people， living together， get to know each other's thoughts without a word spoken， he had known， even before his outbreak， that Leonora was worrying about his managing of the estates. This appeared to him to be intolerable.

He had， too， a great feeling of self-contempt because he had been betrayed into speaking harshly to Leonora before that land-steward. She imagined that his nerve must be deserting him， and there can have been few men more miserable than Edward was at that period. You see， he was really a very simple soul--very simple. He imagined that no man can satisfactorily accomplish his life's work without loyal and whole-hearted cooperation of the woman he lives with. And he was beginning to perceive dimly that， whereas his own traditions were entirely collective， his wife was a sheer individualist. His own theory--the feudal theory of an over-lord doing his best by his dependents， the dependents meanwhile doing their best for the over-lord--this theory was entirely foreign to Leonora's nature. She came of a family of small Irish landlords--that hostile garrison in a plundered country. And she was thinking unceasingly of the children she wished to have. I don't know why they never had any children--not that I really believe that children would have made any difference. The dissimilarity of Edward and Leonora was too profound. It will give you some idea of the extraordinary na？vetéof Edward Ashburnham that， at the time of his marriage and for perhaps a couple of years after， he did not really know how children are produced. Neither did Leonora. I don't mean to say that this state of things continued， but there it was. I dare say it had a good deal of influence on their mentalities. At any rate， they never had a child. It was the Will of God.