Delphi Complete Works of the Brontes Charlotte, Emily, Anne Brontë (Illustrated) (356 page)

‘He was jesting then, I suppose,’ said I, ‘and here he was speaking at random — at least, I cannot believe there is any harm in those laughing blue eyes.’

‘False reasoning, Helen!’ said she, with a sigh.

‘Well, we ought to be charitable, you know, aunt — besides, I don’t think it is false: I am an excellent physiognomist, and I always judge of people’s characters by their looks — not by whether they are handsome or ugly, but by the general cast of the countenance.  For instance, I should know by your countenance that you were not of a cheerful, sanguine disposition; and I should know by Mr. Wilmot’s, that he was a worthless old reprobate; and by Mr. Boarham’s, that he was not an agreeable companion; and by Mr. Huntingdon’s, that he was neither a fool nor a knave, though, possibly, neither a sage nor a saint — but that is no matter to me, as I am not likely to meet him again — unless as an occasional partner in the ball-room.’

It was not so, however, for I met him again next morning.  He came to call upon my uncle, apologising for not having done so before, by saying he was only lately returned from the Continent, and had not heard, till the previous night, of my uncle’s arrival in town; and after that I often met him; sometimes in public, sometimes at home; for he was very assiduous in paying his respects to his old friend, who did not, however, consider himself greatly obliged by the attention.

‘I wonder what the deuce the lad means by coming so often,’ he would say, — ‘can you tell, Helen? — Hey?  He wants none o’ my company, nor I his — that’s certain.’

‘I wish you’d tell him so, then,’ said my aunt.

‘Why, what for?  If I don’t want him, somebody does, mayhap’ (winking at me).  ‘Besides, he’s a pretty tidy fortune, Peggy, you know — not such a catch as Wilmot; but then Helen won’t hear of that match: for, somehow, these old chaps don’t go down with the girls — with all their money, and their experience to boot.  I’ll bet anything she’d rather have this young fellow without a penny, than Wilmot with his house full of gold.  Wouldn’t you, Nell?’

‘Yes, uncle; but that’s not saying much for Mr. Huntingdon; for I’d rather be an old maid and a pauper than Mrs. Wilmot.’

‘And Mrs. Huntingdon?  What would you rather be than Mrs. Huntingdon — eh?’

‘I’ll tell you when I’ve considered the matter.’

‘Ah! it needs consideration, then?  But come, now — would you rather be an old maid — let alone the pauper?’

‘I can’t tell till I’m asked.’

And I left the room immediately, to escape further examination.  But five minutes after, in looking from my window, I beheld Mr. Boarham coming up to the door.  I waited nearly half-an-hour in uncomfortable suspense, expecting every minute to be called, and vainly longing to hear him go.  Then footsteps were heard on the stairs, and my aunt entered the room with a solemn countenance, and closed the door behind her.

‘Here is Mr. Boarham, Helen,’ said she.  ‘He wishes to see you.’

‘Oh, aunt! — Can’t you tell him I’m indisposed? — I’m sure I am — to see him.’

‘Nonsense, my dear! this is no trifling matter.  He is come on a very important errand — to ask your hand in marriage of your uncle and me.’

‘I hope my uncle and you told him it was not in your power to give it.  What right had he to ask any one before me?’

‘Helen!’

‘What did my uncle say?’

‘He said he would not interfere in the matter; if you liked to accept Mr. Boarham’s obliging offer, you — ’

‘Did he say obliging offer?’

‘No; he said if you liked to take him you might; and if not, you might please yourself.’

‘He said right; and what did you say?’

‘It is no matter what I said.  What will you say? — that is the question.  He is now waiting to ask you himself; but consider well before you go; and if you intend to refuse him, give me your reasons.’

‘I shall refuse him, of course; but you must tell me how, for I want to be civil and yet decided — and when I’ve got rid of him, I’ll give you my reasons afterwards.’

‘But stay, Helen; sit down a little and compose yourself.  Mr. Boarham is in no particular hurry, for he has little doubt of your acceptance; and I want to speak with you.  Tell me, my dear, what are your objections to him?  Do you deny that he is an upright, honourable man?’

‘No.’

‘Do you deny that he is sensible, sober, respectable?’

‘No; he may be all this, but — ’

‘But, Helen!  How many such men do you expect to meet with in the world?  Upright, honourable, sensible, sober, respectable!  Is this such an every-day character that you should reject the possessor of such noble qualities without a moment’s hesitation?  Yes, noble I may call them; for think of the full meaning of each, and how many inestimable virtues they include (and I might add many more to the list), and consider that all this is laid at your feet.  It is in your power to secure this inestimable blessing for life — a worthy and excellent husband, who loves you tenderly, but not too fondly so as to blind him to your faults, and will be your guide throughout life’s pilgrimage, and your partner in eternal bliss.  Think how — ’

‘But I hate him, aunt,’ said I, interrupting this unusual flow of eloquence.

‘Hate him, Helen!  Is this a Christian spirit? — you hate him? and he so good a man!’

‘I don’t hate him as a man, but as a husband.  As a man, I love him so much that I wish him a better wife than I — one as good as himself, or better — if you think that possible — provided she could like him; but I never could, and therefore — ’

‘But why not?  What objection do you find?’

‘Firstly, he is at least forty years old — considerably more, I should think — and I am but eighteen; secondly, he is narrow-minded and bigoted in the extreme; thirdly, his tastes and feelings are wholly dissimilar to mine; fourthly, his looks, voice, and manner are particularly displeasing to me; and, finally, I have an aversion to his whole person that I never can surmount.’

‘Then you ought to surmount it.  And please to compare him for a moment with Mr. Huntingdon, and, good looks apart (which contribute nothing to the merit of the man, or to the happiness of married life, and which you have so often professed to hold in light esteem), tell me which is the better man.’

‘I have no doubt Mr. Huntingdon is a much better man than you think him; but we are not talking about him now, but about Mr. Boarham; and as I would rather grow, live, and die in single blessedness — than be his wife, it is but right that I should tell him so at once, and put him out of suspense — so let me go.’

‘But don’t give him a flat denial; he has no idea of such a thing, and it would offend him greatly: say you have no thoughts of matrimony at present — ’

‘But I have thoughts of it.’

‘Or that you desire a further acquaintance.’

‘But I don’t desire a further acquaintance — quite the contrary.’

And without waiting for further admonitions I left the room and went to seek Mr. Boarham.  He was walking up and down the drawing-room, humming snatches of tunes and nibbling the end of his cane.

‘My dear young lady,’ said he, bowing and smirking with great complacency, ‘I have your kind guardian’s permission — ’

‘I know, sir,’ said I, wishing to shorten the scene as much as possible, ‘and I am greatly obliged for your preference, but must beg to decline the honour you wish to confer, for I think we were not made for each other, as you yourself would shortly discover if the experiment were tried.’

My aunt was right.  It was quite evident he had had little doubt of my acceptance, and no idea of a positive denial.  He was amazed, astounded at such an answer, but too incredulous to be much offended; and after a little humming and hawing, he returned to the attack.

‘I know, my dear, that there exists a considerable disparity between us in years, in temperament, and perhaps some other things; but let me assure you, I shall not be severe to mark the faults and foibles of a young and ardent nature such as yours, and while I acknowledge them to myself, and even rebuke them with all a father’s care, believe me, no youthful lover could be more tenderly indulgent towards the object of his affections than I to you; and, on the other hand, let me hope that my more experienced years and graver habits of reflection will be no disparagement in your eyes, as I shall endeavour to make them all conducive to your happiness.  Come, now!  What do you say?  Let us have no young lady’s affectations and caprices, but speak out at once.’

‘I will, but only to repeat what I said before, that I am certain we were not made for each other.’

‘You really think so?’

‘I do.’

‘But you don’t know me — you wish for a further acquaintance — a longer time to — ’

‘No, I don’t.  I know you as well as I ever shall, and better than you know me, or you would never dream of uniting yourself to one so incongruous — so utterly unsuitable to you in every way.’

‘But, my dear young lady, I don’t look for perfection; I can excuse — ’

‘Thank you, Mr. Boarham, but I won’t trespass upon your goodness.  You may save your indulgence and consideration for some more worthy object, that won’t tax them so heavily.’

‘But let me beg you to consult your aunt; that excellent lady, I am sure, will — ’

‘I have consulted her; and I know her wishes coincide with yours; but in such important matters, I take the liberty of judging for myself; and no persuasion can alter my inclinations, or induce me to believe that such a step would be conducive to my happiness or yours — and I wonder that a man of your experience and discretion should think of choosing such a wife.’

‘Ah, well!’ said he, ‘I have sometimes wondered at that myself.  I have sometimes said to myself, “Now Boarham, what is this you’re after?  Take care, man — look before you leap!  This is a sweet, bewitching creature, but remember, the brightest attractions to the lover too often prove the husband’s greatest torments!”  I assure you my choice has not been made without much reasoning and reflection.  The seeming imprudence of the match has cost me many an anxious thought by day, and many a sleepless hour by night; but at length I satisfied myself that it was not, in very deed, imprudent.  I saw my sweet girl was not without her faults, but of these her youth, I trusted, was not one, but rather an earnest of virtues yet unblown — a strong ground of presumption that her little defects of temper and errors of judgment, opinion, or manner were not irremediable, but might easily be removed or mitigated by the patient efforts of a watchful and judicious adviser, and where I failed to enlighten and control, I thought I might safely undertake to pardon, for the sake of her many excellences.  Therefore, my dearest girl, since I am satisfied, why should you object — on my account, at least?’

‘But to tell you the truth, Mr. Boarham, it is on my own account I principally object; so let us — drop the subject,’ I would have said, ‘for it is worse than useless to pursue it any further,’ but he pertinaciously interrupted me with, — ‘But why so?  I would love you, cherish you, protect you,’ &c., &c.

I shall not trouble myself to put down all that passed between us.  Suffice it to say, that I found him very troublesome, and very hard to convince that I really meant what I said, and really was so obstinate and blind to my own interests, that there was no shadow of a chance that either he or my aunt would ever be able to overcome my objections.  Indeed, I am not sure that I succeeded after all; though wearied with his so pertinaciously returning to the same point and repeating the same arguments over and over again, forcing me to reiterate the same replies, I at length turned short and sharp upon him, and my last words were, — ‘I tell you plainly, that it cannot be.  No consideration can induce me to marry against my inclinations.  I respect you — at least, I would respect you, if you would behave like a sensible man — but I cannot love you, and never could — and the more you talk the further you repel me; so pray don’t say any more about it.’

Whereupon he wished me a good-morning, and withdrew, disconcerted and offended, no doubt; but surely it was not my fault.