THE CLEVER WOMAN OF THE FAMILY

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"You won't mind, Rachel dear, I must first see about baby;" and
Rachel was left to reflect on her mission, while the boys' feet
cantered up and down the house, and one or other of them would look
in, and burst away in search of mamma.

Little more satisfactory was the rest of the evening, for the boys
took a great deal of waiting on at tea, and then some of the party
would not go to sleep in strange beds without long persuasions and
comfortings, till Fanny looked so weary that it was plain that no
conversation could have been hoped from her, even if the baby had
been less vociferous. All that could be done for her was to wish
her good-night, and promise to come down early.

Come early! Yes, Rachel might come, but what was the use of that
when Fanny was at the mercy of so many claimants? She looked much
better than the day before, and her sweet, soft welcome was most
cordial and clinging. "Dear Rachel, it is like a dream to have you
so near. I felt like the old life come back again to hear the surge
of the sea all night, and know I should see you all so soon again."

"Yes, it is a great satisfaction to have you back in your old home,
under our wing. I have a great deal to tell you about the
arrangements."

"Oh yes; thank you--"

"Mamma!" roared two or three voices.

"I wanted to explain to you--" But Fanny's eye was roaming, and just
then in burst two boys. "Mamma, nurse won't undo the tin box, and my
ship is in it that the Major gave me."

"Yes, and my stuffed duck-bill, and I want it, mamma."

"My dear Con, the Major would not let you shout so loud about it, and
you have not spoken to Aunt Rachel."

The boys did present their hands, and then returned to the charge.
"Please order nurse to unpack it, mamma, and then Coombe will help us
to sail it."

"Excuse me, dear Rachel," said Fanny, "I will first see about this."

And a very long seeing it was, probably meaning that she unpacked the
box herself, whilst Rachel was deciding on the terrible spoiling of
the children, and preparing a remonstrance.

"Dear Rachel, you have been left a long time."

"Oh, never mind that, but, Fanny, you must not give way to those
children too much; they will be always-- Hark! was that the door-
bell?"

It was, and the visitor was announced as "Mr. Touchett;" a small,
dark, thin young clergyman he was, of a nervous manner, which, growing
more nervous as he shook hands with Rachel, became abrupt and
hesitating.

"My call is--is early, Lady Temple; but I always pay my respects at
once to any new parishioner--resident, I mean--in case I can be of
any service."

"Thank you, I am very much obliged," said Fanny, with a sweet,
gracious smile and manner that would have made him more at ease at
once, if Rachel had not added, "My cousin is quite at home here,
Mr. Touchett."

"Oh yes," he said, "so--so I understood."

"I know no place in England so well; it is quite a home to me, so
beautiful it is," continued Fanny.

"And you see great changes here."

"Changes so much for the better," said Fanny, smiling her winning
smile again.

"One always expects more from improvements than they effect," put
in Rachel, severely.

"You have a large young party," said Mr. Touchett, looking uneasily
towards Lady Temple.

"Yes, I have half a dozen boys and one little girl."

"Seven!" Mr. Touchett looked up half incredulous at the girlish
contour of the gentle face, then cast down his eyes as if afraid he
had been rude. "Seven! It is--it is a great charge."

"Yes, indeed it is," she said earnestly; "and I am sure you will be
kind enough to give your influence to help me with them--poor boys."

"Oh! oh!" he exclaimed, "anything I can do--" in such a transport of
eager helpfulness that Rachel coldly said, "We are all anxious to
assist in the care of the children." He coloured up, and with a sort
of effort at self-assertion, blurted out, "As the clergyman of the
parish--," and there halted, and was beginning to look foolish, when
Lady Temple took him up in her soft, persuasive way. "Of course we
shall look to you so much, and you will be so kind as to let me know
if there is any one I can send any broth to at anytime."

"Thank you; you are very good;" and he was quite himself again.
"I shall have the pleasure of sending you down a few names."

"I never did approve the broken victual system," began Rachel, "it
creates dependence."

"Come here, Hubert," said Fanny, beckoning a boy she saw at a
distance, "come and shake hands with Mr. Touchett." It was from
instinct rather than reason; there was a fencing between Rachel and
the curate that made her uncomfortable, and led her to break it off
by any means in her power; and though Mr. Touchett was not much at
his ease with the little boy, this discussion was staged off. But
again Mr. Touchett made bold to say that in case Lady Temple wished
for a daily governess, he knew of a very desirable young person, a
most admirable pair of sisters, who had met with great reverses, but
Rachel snapped him off shorter than ever. "We can decide nothing
yet; I have made up my mind to teach the little boys at present."

"Oh, indeed!"

"It is very kind," said the perplexed Lady Temple.

"I beg your pardon, I only thought, in case you were wishing for some
one, that Miss Williams will be at liberty shortly."

"I do not imagine Miss Williams is the person to deal with little
boys," said Rachel. "In fact, I think that home teaching is always
better than hired."

"I am so much obliged," said Fanny, as Mr. Touchett, after this
defeat, rose up to take leave, and she held out her hand, smiled,
thanked, and sent him away so much sweetened and gratified, that
Rachel would have instantly begun dissecting him, but that a whole
rush of boys broke in, and again engrossed their mother, and in the
next lull, the uppermost necessity was of explaining about the
servants who had been hired for the time, one of whom was a young
woman whose health had given way over her lace pillow, and Rachel was
eloquent over the crying evils of the system (everything was a system
with Rachel) that chained girls to an unhealthy occupation in their
early childhood, and made an overstocked market and underpaid
workers--holding Fanny fast to listen by a sort of fascination in her
overpowering earnestness, and great fixed eyes, which, when once
their grasp was taken, would not release the victim; and this was a
matter of daily occurrence on which Rachel felt keenly and spoke
strongly.

"It is very sad. If you want to help the poor things, I will give
anything I can."

"Oh, yes, thank you, but it is doleful merely to help them to linger
out the remnant of a life consumed upon these cobwebs of vanity. It
is the fountainhead that must be reached--the root of the system!"

Fanny saw, or rather felt, a boy making signs at the window, but
durst not withdraw her eyes from the fascination of those eager ones.
"Lace and lacemakers are facts," continued Rachel; "but if the
middle men were exploded, and the excess of workers drafted off by
some wholesome outlet, the price would rise, so that the remainder
would be at leisure to fulfil the domestic offices of womanhood."

There was a great uproar above.

"I beg your pardon, dear Rachel," and away went Fanny.

"I do declare," cried Rachel, when Grace, having despatched her home-
cares, entered the room a quarter of an hour after; "poor Fanny's a
perfect slave. One can't get in a word edgeways."

Fanny at last returned, but with her baby; and there was no chance
for even Rachel to assert herself while this small queen was in
presence. Grace was devoted to infants, and there was a whole court
of brothers vying with one another in picking up her constantly
dropped toys, and in performing antics for her amusement. Rachel,
desirous to be gracious and resigned, attempted conversation with one
of the eldest pair, but the baby had but to look towards him, and he
was at her feet.

On her departure, Rachel resumed the needful details of the
arrangements respecting the house and servants, and found Lady Temple
as grateful and submissive as ever, except that, when advised to take
Myrtlewood for a term of seven years, she replied, that the Major had
advised her not to bind herself down at once.

"Did you let him think we should quarrel?"

"Oh, no, my dear; but it might not agree with the children."

"Avonmouth! Grace, do you hear what heresy Fanny has been learning?
Why, the proportion of ozone in the air here has been calculated to
be five times that of even Aveton!"

"Yes, dearest," said poor Fanny, very humbly, and rather scared,
"there is no place like Avonmouth, and I am sure the Major will think
so when he has seen it."

"But what has he to do with your movements?"

"Sir Stephen wished--" murmured Fanny.

"The Major is military secretary, and always settles our head-
quarters, and no one interferes with him," shouted Conrade.

Rachel, suspicious and jealous of her rival, was obliged to let Fanny
pass on to the next item, where her eager acceptance of all that was
prescribed to her was evidently meant as compensation for her
refractoriness about the house.

Grace had meanwhile applied herself to keeping off the boys, and was
making some progress in their good graces, and in distinguishing
between their sallow faces, dark eyes, and crisp, black heads.
Conrade was individualized, not only by superior height, but by
soldierly bearing, bright pride glancing in his eyes, his quick
gestures, bold, decided words, and imperious tone towards all, save
his mother--and whatever he was doing, his keen, black eye was always
turning in search of her, he was ever ready to spring to her side to
wait on her, to maintain her cause in rough championship, or to claim
her attention to himself. Francis was thick-set, round-shouldered,
bullet-headed and dull-eyed, in comparison, not aggressive, but
holding his own, and not very approachable; Leoline, thin, white-
cheeked, large-eyed and fretful-lipped, was ready to whine at
Conrade's tyranny and Francis's appropriations, but was grateful for
Grace's protection, and more easy of access than his elders; and
Hubert was a handsome, placid child, the good boy, as well as the
beauty of the family. The pair in the nursery hardly came on the
stage, and the two elders would be quite sufficient for Mrs. Curtis,
with whom the afternoon was to be spent.

The mother, evidently, considered it a very long absence, but she was
anxious to see both her aunt and her own home, and set out, leaning
on Rachel's arm, and smiling pleased though sad recognition of the
esplanade, the pebbly beach, bathing machines and fishing boats, and
pointing them out to her sons, who, on their side, would only talk of
the much greater extent of Melbourne.

Within the gates of the Homestead, there was a steep, sharp bit of
road, cut out in the red sandstone rock, and after a few paces she
paused to rest with a sigh that brought Conrade to her side, when she
put her arm round his neck, and leant on his shoulder; but even her
two supporters could not prevent her from looking pale and exhausted.

"Never mind," she said, "this salt wind is delightful. How like old
times it is!" and she stood gazing across the little steep lawn at
the grey sea, the line of houses following the curve of the bay, and
straggling up the valley in the rear, and the purple headlands
projecting point beyond point, showing them to her boys, and telling
their names.

"It is all ugly and cold," said Francis, with an ungracious shiver.
"I shall go home to Melbourne when I'm a man."

"And you will come, mamma?" added Conrade.

He had no answer, for Fanny was in her aunt's arms; and, like mother
and daughter, they clung to each other--more able to sympathize, more
truly one together, than the young widow could be with either of the
girls.

As soon as Fanny had rested and enjoyed the home atmosphere
downstairs, she begged to visit the dear old rooms, and carried
Conrade through a course of recognitions through the scarcely altered
apartments. Only one had been much changed, namely, the schoolroom,
which had been stripped of the kindly old shabby furniture that Fanny
tenderly recollected, and was decidedly bare; but a mahogany box
stood on a stand on one side; there was a great accession of books,
and writing implements occupied the plain deal table in the centre.

"What have you done to the dear old room--do you not use it still?"
asked Fanny.

"Yes, I work here," said Rachel.

Vainly did Lady Temple look for that which women call work.

"I have hitherto ground on at after-education and self-improvement,"
said Rachel; "now I trust to make my preparation available for
others. I will undertake any of your boys if you wish it."

"Thank you; but what is that box?"--in obedience to a curious push
and pull from Conrade.

"It is her dispensary," said Grace.

"Yes," said Rachel, "you are weak and nervous, and I have just the
thing for you."

"Is it homoeopathy?"

"Yes, here is my book. I have done great things in my district, and
should do more but for prejudice. There, this globule is the very
thing for your case; I made it out last night in my book. That is
right, and I wanted to ask you some questions about little Wilfred."

Fanny had obediently swallowed her own globule, but little Wilfred
was a different matter, and she retreated from the large eyes and
open book, saying that he was better, and that Mr. Frampton should
look at him; but Rachel was not to be eluded, and was in full career
of elucidation to the meanest capacity, when a sharp skirmish between
the boys ended the conversation, and it appeared that Conrade had
caught Francis just commencing an onslaught on the globules, taking
them for English sweetmeats of a minute description.

The afternoon passed with the strange heaviness well known to those
who find it hard to resume broken threads after long parting. There
was much affection, but not full certainty what to talk about, and the
presence of the boys would have hindered confidence, even had they not
incessantly occupied their mother. Conrade, indeed, betook himself to
a book, but Francis was only kept out of mischief by his constantly
turning over pictures with him; however, at dark, Coombe came to
convey them home, and the ladies of the Homestead experienced a sense
of relief. Rachel immediately began to talk of an excellent
preparatory school.

"I was thinking of asking you," said Fanny, "if there is any one here
who would come as a daily governess."

"Oh!" cried Rachel, "these two would be much better at school, and I
would form the little ones, who are still manageable."

"Conrade is not eight years old yet," said his mother in an imploring
tone, "and the Major said I need not part with him till he has grown
a little more used to English ways."

"He can read, I see," said Grace, "and he told me he had done some
Latin with the Major."

"Yes, he has picked up a vast deal of information, and on the voyage
the Major used to teach him out of a little pocket Virgil. The Major
said it would not be of much use at school, as there was no
dictionary; but that the discipline and occupation would be useful,
and so they were. Conrade, will do anything for the Major, and
indeed so will they all."

Three Majors in one speech, thought Rachel; and by way of
counteraction she enunciated, "I could undertake the next pair of
boys easily, but these two are evidently wanting school discipline."

Lady Temple feathered up like a mother dove over her nest.

"You do not know Conrade. He is so trustworthy and affectionate,
dear boy, and they are both always good with me. The Major said it
often hurts boys to send them too young."

"They are very young, poor little fellows," said Mrs. Curtis.

"And if they are forward in some things they are backward in others,"
said Fanny. "What Major Keith recommended was a governess, who would
know what is generally expected of little boys."

"I don't like half measures," muttered Rachel. "I do not approve of
encouraging young women to crowd the overstocked profession of
governesses."

Fanny opened her brown eyes, and awaited the words of wisdom.

"Is it not a flagrant abuse," continued Rachel, "that whether she
have a vocation or not, every woman of a certain rank, who wishes to
gain her own livelihood, must needs become a governess? A nursery
maid must have a vocation, but an educated or half-educated woman has
no choice; and educator she must become, to her own detriment, and
that of her victims."

"I always did think governesses often much to be pitied," said Fanny,
finding something was expected of her.

"What's the use of pity if one runs on in the old groove? We must
prevent the market from being drugged, by diverting the supply into
new lines."

"Are there any new lines?" asked Fanny, surprised at the progress of
society in her absence.

"Homoeopathic doctresses," whispered Grace; who, dutiful as she was,
sometimes indulged in a little fun, which Rachel would affably
receive unless she took it in earnest, as in the present instance.

"Why not--I ask why not? Some women have broken through prejudice,
and why should not others? Do you not agree with me, Fanny, that
female medical men--I mean medical women--would be an infinite boon?"

"It would be very nice if they would never be nervous."

"Nerves are merely a matter of training. Think of the numbers that
might be removed from the responsibility of incompetently educating!
I declare that to tempt a person into the office of governess,
instead of opening a new field to her, is the most short-sighted
indolence."

"I don't want to tempt any one," said Fanny. "She ought to have been
out before and be experienced, only she most be kind to the poor
boys. I wanted the Major to inquire in London, but he said perhaps I
might hear of some one here."

"That was right, my dear," returned her aunt. "A gentleman, an
officer, could not do much in such a matter."

"He always does manage whatever one wants."

At which speech Rachel cast a glance towards her mother, and saw her
look questioning and perplexed.

"I was thinking," said Grace, "that I believe the people at the Cliff
Cottages are going away, and that Miss Williams might be at liberty."

"Didn't I know that Grace would come out with Miss Williams?"
exclaimed Rachel. "A regular eruption of the Touchettomania.
We have had him already advertising her."

"Miss Williams!" said Mrs. Curtis. "Yes, she might suit you very
well. I believe they are very respectable young women, poor things!
I have always wished that we could do more for them."

"Who?" asked Fanny.

"Certain pets of Mr. Touchett's," said Rachel; "some of the numerous
ladies whose mission is that curatolatry into which Grace would lapse
but for my strenuous efforts."

"I don't quite know why you call them his pets," said Grace, "except
that he knew their antecedents, and told us about them."

"Exactly, that was enough, for me. I perfectly understand the
meaning of Mr. Touchett's recommendations, and if what Fanny wants is
a commonplace sort of upper nursemaid, I dare say it would do." And
Rachel leant back, applied herself to her wood carving, and virtually
retired from the discussion.

"One sister is a great invalid," said Grace, "quite a cripple, and
the other goes out as a daily governess. They are a clergyman's
daughters, and once were very well off, but they lost everything
through some speculation of their brother. I believe he fled the
country under some terrible suspicion of dishonesty; and though no
one thought they had anything to do with it, their friends dropped
them because they would not give him up, nor believe him guilty, and
a little girl of his lives with them."

"Poor things!" exclaimed Lady Temple. "I should very much like to
employ this one. How very sad."

"Mrs. Grey told me that her children had never done so well with any
one," said Mrs. Curtis. "She wanted to engage Miss Williams
permanently, but could not induce her to leave her sister, or even to
remove her to London, on account of her health."

"Do you know her, Grace?" asked Fanny.

"I have called once or twice, and have been very much pleased with
the sick sister; but Rachel does not fancy that set, you see. I meet
the other at the Sunday school, I like her looks and manner very
much, and she is always at the early service before her work."

"Just like a little mauve book!" muttered Rachel.

Fanny absolutely stared. "You go, don't you, Rachel? How we used to
wish for it!"

"You have wished and we have tried," said Rachel, with a sigh.

"Yes, Rachel," said Grace; "but with all drawbacks, all
disappointments in ourselves, it is a great blessing. We would not
be without it."

"I could not be satisfied in relinquishing it voluntarily," said
Rachel, "but I am necessarily one of the idle. Were I one of the
occupied, laborare est orare would satisfy me, and that poor
governess ought to feel the same. Think of the physical reaction of
body on mind, and tell me if you could have the barbarity of
depriving that poor jaded thing of an hour's sleep, giving her an
additional walk, fasting, in all weathers, and preparing her to be
savage with the children."

"Perhaps it refreshes her, and hinders her from being cross."

"Maybe she thinks so; but if she have either sense or ear, nothing
would so predispose her to be cross as the squeaking of Mr.
Touchett's penny-whistle choir."

"Poor Mr. Touchett," sighed Mrs. Curtis; "I wish he would not make
such ambitious attempts."

"But you like the choral service," said Fanny, feeling as if
everything had turned round. "When all the men of a regiment chant
together you cannot think how grand it is, almost finer than the
cathedral."

"Yes, where you can do it," said Rachel, "but not where you can't."

"I wish you would not talk about it," said Grace.

"I must, or Fanny will not understand the state of parties at
Avonmouth."

"Parties! Oh, I hope not."

"My dear child, party spirit is another word for vitality. So you
thought the church we sighed for had made the place all we sighed to
see it, and ourselves too. Oh! Fanny is this what you have been
across the world for?"

"What is wrong?" asked Fanny, alarmed.

"Do you remember our axiom? Build your church, and the rest will
take care of itself. You remember our scraping and begging, and how
that good Mr. Davison helped us out and brought the endowment up to
the needful point for consecration, on condition the incumbency was
given to him. He held it just a year, and was rich, and could help
out his bad health with a curate. But first he went to Madeira, and
then he died, and there we are, a perpetual curacy of £70 a year, no
resident gentry but ourselves, a fluctuating population mostly sick,
our poor demoralized by them, and either crazed by dissent, or
heathenized by their former distance from church. Who would take us?
No more Mr. Davisons! There was no more novelty, and too much
smartness to invite self-devotion. So we were driven from pillar to
post till we settled down into this Mr. Touchett, as good a being as
ever lived, working as hard as any two, and sparing neither himself
nor any one else."

Fanny looked up prepared to admire.

"But he has two misfortunes. He was not born a gentleman, and his
mind does not measure an inch across."

"Rachel, my dear, it is not fair to prejudice Fanny; I am sure the
poor man is very well-behaved."

"Mother! would you be calling the ideal Anglican priest, poor man?"

"I thought he was quite gentlemanlike," added Fanny.

"Gentlemanlike! ay, that's it," said Rachel, "just so like as to
delight the born curatolatress, like Grace and Miss Williams."

"Would it hurt the children?" asked Fanny, hardly comprehending the
tremendous term.

"Yes, if it infected you," said Rachel, intending some playfullness.
"A mother of contracted mind forfeits the allegiance of her sons."

"Oh, Rachel, I know I am weak and silly," said the gentle young
widow, terrified, "but the Major said if I only tried to do my duty
by them I should be helped."

"And I will help you, Fanny," said Rachel. "All that is requisite is
good sense and firmness, and a thorough sense of responsibility."

"That is what is so dreadful. The responsibility of all those dear
fatherless boys, and if--if I should do wrong by them."

Poor Fanny fell into an uncontrollable fit of weeping at the sense of
her own desolation and helplessness, and Mrs. Curtis came to comfort
her, and tell her affectionately of having gone through the like
feelings, and of the repeated but most comfortable words of promise
to the fatherless and the widow--words that had constantly come
before the sufferer, but which had by no means lost their virtue by
repetition, and Fanny was soothed with hearing instances of the
special Providence over orphaned sons, and their love and deference
for their mother. Rachel, shocked and distressed at the effect of
her sense, retired out of the conversation, till at the announcement
of the carriage for Lady Temple, her gentle cousin cheered up, and
feeling herself to blame for having grieved one who only meant aid
and kindness, came to her and fondly kissed her forehead, saying,
"I am not vexed, dear Rachel, I know you are right. I am not clever
enough to bring them up properly, but if I try hard, and pray for
them, it may be made up to them. And you will help me, Rachel dear,"
she added, as her readiest woe-offering for her tears, and it was the
most effectual, for Rachel was perfectly contented as long as Fanny
was dependent on her, and allowed her to assume her mission, provided
only that the counter influence could be averted, and this Major,
this universal referee, be eradicated from her foolish clinging
habits of reliance before her spirits were enough recovered to lay
her heart open to danger.

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