'I'll take them for her,' said Mrs. Garland, quickly picking up the parcel.
'Now that's a pity,' said Bob, looking regretfully after Anne. 'I didn't remember that she was a quick-tempered sort of girl at all.
Tell her, Mrs. Garland, that I ask her pardon. But of course I didn't know she was too proud to accept a little present--how should I. Upon my life if it wasn't for Matilda I'd--Well, that can't be, of course.'
'What's this?' said Mrs. Garland, touching with her foot a large package that had been laid down by Bob unseen.
'That's a bit of baccy for myself,' said Robert meekly.
The examination of presents at last ended, and the two families parted for the night. When they were alone, Mrs. Garland said to Anne, 'What a close girl you are. I am sure I never knew that Bob Loveday and you had walked together. you must have been mere children.'
'O yes--so we were,' said Anne, now quite recovered. 'It was when we first came here, about a year after father died. We did not walk together in any regular way. You know I have never thought the Lovedays high enough for me. It was only just--nothing at all, and I had almost forgotten it.'
It is to be hoped that somebody's sins were forgiven her that night before she went to bed.
When Bob and his father were left alone, the miller said, 'Well, Robert, about this young woman of thine--Matilda what's her name?'
'Yes, father--Matilda Johnson. I was just going to tell ye about her.'
The miller nodded, and sipped his mug.
'Well, she is an excellent body,' continued Bob; 'that can truly be said--a real charmer, you know--a nice good comely young woman, a miracle of genteel breeding, you know, and all that. She can throw her hair into the nicest curls, and she's got splendid gowns and headclothes. In short, you might call her a land mermaid. She'll make such a first-rate wife as there never was.'
'No doubt she will,' said the miller; 'for I have never known thee wanting in sense in a jineral way.. He turned his cup round on its axis till the handle had travelled a complete circle. 'How long did you say in your letter that you had known her?'
'A fortnight.'
'Not VERY long.'
'It don't sound long, 'tis true; and 'twas really longer--'twas fifteen days and a quarter. But hang it, father, I could see in the twinkling of an eye that the girl would do. I know a woman well enough when I see her--I ought to, indeed, having been so much about the world. Now, for instance, there's Widow Garland and her daughter. The girl is a nice little thing; but the old woman--O no!. Bob shook his head.
'What of her?' said his father, slightly shifting in his chair.
'Well, she's, she's--I mean, I should never have chose her, you know. She's of a nice disposition, and young for a widow with a grown-up daughter; but if all the men had been like me she would never have had a husband. I like her in some respects; but she's a style of beauty I don't care for.'
'O, if 'tis only looks you are thinking of,' said the miller, much relieved, 'there's nothing to be said, of course. Though there's many a duchess worse-looking, if it comes to argument, as you would find, my son,' he added, with a sense of having been mollified too soon.
The mate's thoughts were elsewhere by this time.
'As to my marrying Matilda, thinks I, here's one of the very genteelest sort, and I may as well do the job at once. So I chose her. She's a dear girl; there's nobody like her, search where you will.'
'How many did you choose her out from?' inquired his father.
'Well, she was the only young woman I happened to know in Southampton, that's true. But what of that. It would have been all the same if I had known a hundred.'
'Her father is in business near the docks, I suppose?'
'Well, no. In short, I didn't see her father.'
'Her mother?'
'Her mother. No, I didn't. I think her mother is dead; but she has got a very rich aunt living at Melchester. I didn't see her aunt, because there wasn't time to go; but of course we shall know her when we are married.'
'Yes, yes, of course,' said the miller, trying to feel quite satisfied. 'And she will soon be here?'
'Ay, she's coming soon,' said Bob. 'She has gone to this aunt's at Melchester to get her things packed, and suchlike, or she would have come with me. I am going to meet the coach at the King's Arms, Casterbridge, on Sunday, at one o'clock. To show what a capital sort of wife she'll be, I may tell you that she wanted to come by the Mercury, because 'tis a little cheaper than the other. But I said, "For once in your life do it well, and come by the Royal Mail, and I'll pay.. I can have the pony and trap to fetch her, I suppose, as 'tis too far for her to walk?'
'Of course you can, Bob, or anything else. And I'll do all I can to give you a good wedding feast.'
