I suppose there would have been even more remarks upon the growing intimacy of the Young Astronomer and his pupil, if the curiosity of the boarders had not in the mean time been so much excited at the apparently close relation which had sprung up between the Register of Deeds and the Lady.It was really hard to tell what to make of it.
The Register appeared at the table in a new coat.Suspicious.The Lady was evidently deeply interested in him, if we could judge by the frequency and the length of their interviews.On at least one occasion he has brought a lawyer with him, which naturally suggested the idea that there were some property arrangements to be attended to, in case, as seems probable against all reasons to the contrary, these two estimable persons, so utterly unfitted, as one would say, to each other, contemplated an alliance.It is no pleasure to me to record an arrangement of this kind.I frankly confess I do not know what to make of it.With her tastes and breeding, it is the last thing that I should have thought of,--her uniting herself with this most commonplace and mechanical person, who cannot even offer her the elegances and luxuries to which she might seem entitled on changing her condition.
While I was thus interested and puzzled I received an unexpected visit from our Landlady.She was evidently excited, and by some event which was of a happy nature, for her countenance was beaming and she seemed impatient to communicate what she had to tell.
Impatient or not, she must wait a moment, while I say a word about her.Our Landlady is as good a creature as ever lived.She is a little negligent of grammar at times, and will get a wrong word now and then; she is garrulous, circumstantial, associates facts by their accidental cohesion rather than by their vital affinities, is given to choking and tears on slight occasions, but she has a warm heart, and feels to her boarders as if they were her blood-relations.
She began her conversation abruptly.--I expect I'm a going to lose one of my boarders,--she said.
--You don't seem very unhappy about it, madam,--I answered.---We all took it easily when the person who sat on our side of the table quitted us in such a hurry, but I do not think there is anybody left that either you or the boarders want to get rid of--unless it is myself,--I added modestly.
--You! said the Landlady--you! No indeed.When I have a quiet boarder that 's a small eater, I don't want to lose him.You don't make trouble, you don't find fault with your vit--[Dr.Benjamin had schooled his parent on this point and she altered the word] with your food, and you know when you 've had enough.
--I really felt proud of this eulogy, which embraces the most desirable excellences of a human being in the capacity of boarder.
The Landlady began again.--I'm going to lose--at least, I suppose Ishall--one of the best boarders I ever had,--that Lady that's been with me so long.
--I thought there was something going on between her and the Register,--I said.
--Something! I should think there was! About three months ago he began making her acquaintance.I thought there was something particular.I did n't quite like to watch 'em very close; but Icould n't help overbearing some of the things he said to her, for, you see, he used to follow her up into the parlor, they talked pretty low, but I could catch a word now and then.I heard him say something to her one day about "bettering her condition," and she seemed to be thinking very hard about it, and turning of it over in her mind, and I said to myself, She does n't want to take up with him, but she feels dreadful poor, and perhaps he has been saving and has got money in the bank, and she does n't want to throw away a chance of bettering herself without thinking it over.But dear me,--says I to myself,--to think of her walking up the broad aisle into meeting alongside of such a homely, rusty-looking creatur' as that!
But there 's no telling what folks will do when poverty has got hold of 'em.
--Well, so I thought she was waiting to make up her mind, and he was hanging on in hopes she'd come round at last, as women do half the time, for they don't know their own minds and the wind blows both ways at once with 'em as the smoke blows out of the tall chimlies,--east out of this one and west out of that,--so it's no use looking at 'em to know what the weather is.
--But yesterday she comes up to me after breakfast, and asks me to go up with her into her little room.Now, says I to myself, I shall hear all about it.I saw she looked as if she'd got some of her trouble off her mind, and I guessed that it was settled, and so, says I to myself, I must wish her joy and hope it's all for the best, whatever I think about it.
--Well, she asked me to set down, and then she begun.She said that she was expecting to have a change in her condition of life, and had asked me up so that I might' have the first news of it.I am sure--says I--I wish you both joy.Merriage is a blessed thing when folks is well sorted, and it is an honorable thing, and the first meracle was at the merriage in Canaan.It brings a great sight of happiness with it, as I've had a chance of knowing, for my hus The Landlady showed her usual tendency to "break" from the conversational pace just at this point, but managed to rein in the rebellious diaphragm, and resumed her narrative.
--Merriage!--says she,--pray who has said anything about merriage ?
--I beg your pardon, ma'am,--says I,--I thought you had spoke of changing your condition and I--She looked so I stopped right short.
-Don't say another word, says she, but jest listen to what I am going to tell you.
--My friend, says she, that you have seen with me so often lately, was hunting among his old Record books, when all at once he come across an old deed that was made by somebody that had my family name.
