’Well, Mr. Langford,’ said the carrier, drawing the back of his hand across his lips, ’I think it is about this. She don’t like to desert me and the children. She promised her mother to stand by us, and Honor is so conscientious that what she has promised she will stick to.’
’Oh,’ said Taverner, somewhat mollified to find that neither his age nor lack of beauty was objected to, ’that is it, is it?’
’Yes, sir,’ answered the carrier, sheepishly; ’you see there are six little uns; then comes Kate, and then Charles, and then I. That makes nine of us Honor has to care for. And,’ he said more eagerly, heaving a sigh of relief, ’you see, she didn’t think it quite a fair thing to saddle you with us all, with Pattie and Joe, Willie, Martha, Charity, Temperance, Kate, Charles, and myself. It does make a lot when you come to consider.’
It did certainly, as Taverner admitted. He had no intention whatever of incumbering himself with Honor’s relations, if he did marry her. He took a turn up and down the room, with his heavy dark brows knit and his thin lips screwed together. Oliver watched his face, and thought that it was a very ugly and ill-tempered face.
’It does Honor some credit having such delicacy of feeling,’ suggested he. ’I very much doubt how you could accommodate us all in this house.’
’I do not see how I could possibly do it,’ said Taverner, sharply.
’And Honor couldn’t think to tear herself away from us. I suppose you wouldn’t consider the possibility of coming to us?’
Taverner Langford was perplexed. He entirely accepted Oliver’s explanation. It was quite reasonable that Honor should refuse him out of a high sense of duty; it was not conceivable that she should decline alliance with him on any other grounds. Now, although Taverner had not hitherto found time or courage to marry, he was by no means insensible to female beauty. He had long observed the stately, upright daughter of the carrier, with her beautiful abundant auburn hair and clear brown eyes. He had observed her more than she supposed, and he had seen how hard-working, self-devoted she was, how economical, how clean in her own person and in her house. Such a woman as that would be more agreeable in the house than Mrs. Veale. He would have to pay her no wage for one thing, her pleasant face and voice would be a relief after the sour visage and grating tones of the housekeeper. He knew perfectly that Mrs. Veale had had designs on him from the moment she had entered his house. She had flattered, slaved; she had assumed an amount of authority in the house hardly consistent with her position. Langford had not resisted her encroachments; he allowed her to cherish hopes of securing him in the end, as a means of ensuring her fidelity to his interests. He chuckled to himself at the thought of the rage and disappointment that would consume her when he announced that he was about to be married.