第60章 A FEW CRUSTED CHARACTERS(5)

'When Tony came up,frightened and breathless,he was relieved enough to see that neither of his darlings was hurt,beyond a few scratches from the brambles of the hedge.But he was rather alarmed when he heard how they were going on at one another.

"Don't ye quarrel,my dears--don't ye!"says he,taking off his hat out of respect to 'em.And then he would have kissed them all round,as fair and square as a man could,but they were in too much of a taking to let him,and screeched and sobbed till they was quite spent.

"Now I'll speak out honest,because I ought to,"says Tony,as soon as he could get heard."And this is the truth,"says he."I've asked Hannah to be mine,and she is willing,and we are going to put up the banns next--"'Tony had not noticed that Hannah's father was coming up behind,nor had he noticed that Hannah's face was beginning to bleed from the scratch of a bramble.Hannah had seen her father,and had run to him,crying worse than ever.

"My daughter is NOT willing,sir!"says Mr.Jolliver hot and strong.

"Be you willing,Hannah?I ask ye to have spirit enough to refuse him,if yer virtue is left to 'ee and you run no risk?""She's as sound as a bell for me,that I'll swear!"says Tony,flaring up."And so's the others,come to that,though you may think it an onusual thing in me!""I have spirit,and I do refuse him!"says Hannah,partly because her father was there,and partly,too,in a tantrum because of the discovery,and the scratch on her face."Little did I think when Iwas so soft with him just now that I was talking to such a false deceiver!""What,you won't have me,Hannah?"says Tony,his jaw hanging down like a dead man's.

"Never--I would sooner marry no--nobody at all!"she gasped out,though with her heart in her throat,for she would not have refused Tony if he had asked her quietly,and her father had not been there,and her face had not been scratched by the bramble.And having said that,away she walked upon her father's arm,thinking and hoping he would ask her again.

'Tony didn't know what to say next.Milly was sobbing her heart out;but as his father had strongly recommended her he couldn't feel inclined that way.So he turned to Unity.

"Well,will you,Unity dear,be mine?"he says.

"Take her leavings?Not I!"says Unity."I'd scorn it!"And away walks Unity Sallet likewise,though she looked back when she'd gone some way,to see if he was following her.

'So there at last were left Milly and Tony by themselves,she crying in watery streams,and Tony looking like a tree struck by lightning.

"Well,Milly,"he says at last,going up to her,"it do seem as if fate had ordained that it should be you and I,or nobody.And what must be must be,I suppose.Hey,Milly?""If you like,Tony.You didn't really mean what you said to them?""Not a word of it!"declares Tony,bringing down his fist upon his palm.

'And then he kissed her,and put the waggon to rights,and they mounted together;and their banns were put up the very next Sunday.

I was not able to go to their wedding,but it was a rare party they had,by all account.Everybody in Longpuddle was there almost;you among the rest,I think,Mr.Flaxton?'The speaker turned to the parish clerk.

'I was,'said Mr.Flaxton.'And that party was the cause of a very curious change in some other people's affairs;I mean in Steve Hardcome's and his cousin James's.'

'Ah!the Hardcomes,'said the stranger.'How familiar that name is to me!What of them?'

The clerk cleared his throat and began:-

THE HISTORY OF THE HARDCOMES

'Yes,Tony's was the very best wedding-randy that ever I was at;and I've been at a good many,as you may suppose'--turning to the newly-arrived one--'having as a church-officer,the privilege to attend all christening,wedding,and funeral parties--such being our Wessex custom.

''Twas on a frosty night in Christmas week,and among the folk invited were the said Hardcomes o'Climmerston--Steve and James--first cousins,both of them small farmers,just entering into business on their own account.With them came,as a matter of course,their intended wives,two young women of the neighbourhood,both very pretty and sprightly maidens,and numbers of friends from Abbot's-Cernel,and Weatherbury,and Mellstock,and I don't know where--a regular houseful.

'The kitchen was cleared of furniture for dancing,and the old folk played at "Put"and "All-fours"in the parlour,though at last they gave that up to join in the dance.The top of the figure was by the large front window of the room,and there were so many couples that the lower part of the figure reached through the door at the back,and into the darkness of the out-house;in fact,you couldn't see the end of the row at all,and 'twas never known exactly how long that dance was,the lowest couples being lost among the faggots and brushwood in the out-house.

'When we had danced a few hours,and the crowns of we taller men were swelling into lumps with bumping the beams of the ceiling,the first fiddler laid down his fiddle-bow,and said he should play no more,for he wished to dance.And in another hour the second fiddler laid down his,and said he wanted to dance too;so there was only the third fiddler left,and he was a'old,veteran man,very weak in the wrist.However,he managed to keep up a faltering tweedle-dee;but there being no chair in the room,and his knees being as weak as his wrists,he was obliged to sit upon as much of the little corner-table as projected beyond the corner-cupboard fixed over it,which was not a very wide seat for a man advanced in years.

'Among those who danced most continually were the two engaged couples,as was natural to their situation.Each pair was very well matched,and very unlike the other.James Hardcome's intended was called Emily Darth,and both she and James were gentle,nice-minded,in-door people,fond of a quiet life.Steve and his chosen,named Olive Pawle,were different;they were of a more bustling nature,fond of racketing about and seeing what was going on in the world.