CHAPTER XXXIII.

JOHN CRUMB.

Sir Felix Carbury made an appointment for meeting Ruby Ruggles a

second time at the bottom of the kitchen-garden belonging to Sheep's

Acre farm, which appointment he neglected, and had, indeed, made

without any intention of keeping it. But Ruby was there, and remained

hanging about among the cabbages till her grandfather returned from

Harlestone market. An early hour had been named; but hours may be

mistaken, and Ruby had thought that a fine gentleman, such as was

her lover, used to live among fine people up in London, might well

mistake the afternoon for the morning. If he would come at all she

could easily forgive such a mistake. But he did not come, and late in

the afternoon she was obliged to obey her grandfather's summons as he

called her into the house.

After that for three weeks she heard nothing of her London lover,

but she was always thinking of him;--and though she could not

altogether avoid her country lover, she was in his company as little

as possible. One afternoon her grandfather returned from Bungay and

told her that her country lover was coming to see her. "John Crumb

be a coming over by-and-by," said the old man. "See and have a bit o'

supper ready for him."

"John Crumb coming here, grandfather? He's welcome to stay away then,

for me."

"That be dommed." The old man thrust his old hat on to his head and

seated himself in a wooden arm-chair that stood by the kitchen-fire.

Whenever he was angry he put on his hat, and the custom was well

understood by Ruby. "Why not welcome, and he all one as your husband?

Look ye here, Ruby, I'm going to have an eend o' this. John Crumb is

to marry you next month, and the banns is to be said."

"The parson may say what he pleases, grandfather. I can't stop his

saying of 'em. It isn't likely I shall try, neither. But no parson

among 'em all can marry me without I'm willing."

"And why should you no be willing, you contrairy young jade, you?"

"You've been a' drinking, grandfather."

He turned round at her sharp, and threw his old hat at her

head;--nothing to Ruby's consternation, as it was a practice to which

she was well accustomed. She picked it up, and returned it to him

with a cool indifference which was intended to exasperate him. "Look

ye here, Ruby," he said, "out o' this place you go. If you go as John

Crumb's wife you'll go with five hun'erd pound, and we'll have a

dinner here, and a dance, and all Bungay."

"Who cares for all Bungay,--a set of beery chaps as knows nothing

but swilling and smoking;--and John Crumb the main of 'em all? There

never was a chap for beer like John Crumb."

"Never saw him the worse o' liquor in all my life." And the old

farmer, as he gave this grand assurance, rattled his fist down upon

the table.

"It ony just makes him stoopider and stoopider the more he swills.

You can't tell me, grandfather, about John Crumb. I knows him."

"Didn't ye say as how ye'd have him? Didn't ye give him a promise?"

"If I did, I ain't the first girl as has gone back of her word,--and

I shan't be the last."

"You means you won't have him?"

"That's about it, grandfather."

"Then you'll have to have somebody to fend for ye, and that pretty

sharp,--for you won't have me."

"There ain't no difficulty about that, grandfather."

"Very well. He's a coming here to-night, and you may settle it along

wi' him. Out o' this ye shall go. I know of your doings."

"What doings! You don't know of no doings. There ain't no doings. You

don't know nothing ag'in me."

"He's a coming here to-night, and if you can make it up wi' him, well

and good. There's five hun'erd pound, and ye shall have the dinner

and the dance and all Bungay. He ain't a going to be put off no

longer;--he ain't."

"Whoever wanted him to be put on? Let him go his own gait."

"If you can't make it up wi' him--"

"Well, grandfather, I shan't anyways."

"Let me have my say, will ye, yer jade, you? There's five hun'erd

pound! and there ain't ere a farmer in Suffolk or Norfolk paying

rent for a bit of land like this can do as well for his darter as

that,--let alone only a granddarter. You never thinks o' that;--you

don't. If you don't like to take it,--leave it. But you'll leave

Sheep's Acre too."

"Bother Sheep's Acre. Who wants to stop at Sheep's Acre? It's the

stoopidest place in all England."

"Then find another. Then find another. That's all aboot it. John

Crumb's a coming up for a bit o' supper. You tell him your own mind.

I'm dommed if I trouble aboot it. On'y you don't stay here. Sheep's

Acre ain't good enough for you, and you'd best find another home.

Stoopid, is it? You'll have to put up wi' places stoopider nor

Sheep's Acre, afore you've done."

In regard to the hospitality promised to Mr. Crumb, Miss Ruggles went

about her work with sufficient alacrity. She was quite willing that

the young man should have a supper, and she did understand that,

so far as the preparation of the supper went, she owed her service

to her grandfather. She therefore went to work herself, and gave

directions to the servant girl who assisted her in keeping her

grandfather's house. But as she did this, she determined that she

would make John Crumb understand that she would never be his wife.

Upon that she was now fully resolved. As she went about the kitchen,

taking down the ham and cutting the slices that were to be broiled,

and as she trussed the fowl that was to be boiled for John Crumb, she

made mental comparisons between him and Sir Felix Carbury. She could

see, as though present to her at the moment, the mealy, floury head

of the one, with hair stiff with perennial dust from his sacks, and

the sweet glossy dark well-combed locks of the other, so bright,

so seductive, that she was ever longing to twine her fingers among

them. And she remembered the heavy, flat, broad honest face of the

meal-man, with his mouth slow in motion, and his broad nose looking

like a huge white promontory, and his great staring eyes, from the

corners of which he was always extracting meal and grit;--and then

also she remembered the white teeth, the beautiful soft lips, the

perfect eyebrows, and the rich complexion of her London lover. Surely

a lease of Paradise with the one, though but for one short year,

would be well purchased at the price of a life with the other! "It's

no good going against love," she said to herself, "and I won't try.

He shall have his supper, and be told all about it, and then go home.

He cares more for his supper than he do for me." And then, with this

final resolution firmly made, she popped the fowl into the pot. Her

grandfather wanted her to leave Sheep's Acre. Very well. She had a

little money of her own, and would take herself off to London. She

knew what people would say, but she cared nothing for old women's

tales. She would know how to take care of herself, and could always

say in her own defence that her grandfather had turned her out of

Sheep's Acre.

Seven had been the hour named, and punctually at that hour John

Crumb knocked at the back door of Sheep's Acre farm-house. Nor did

he come alone. He was accompanied by his friend Joe Mixet, the

baker of Bungay, who, as all Bungay knew, was to be his best man

at his marriage. John Crumb's character was not without many fine

attributes. He could earn money,--and having earned it could spend

and keep it in fair proportion. He was afraid of no work, and,--to

give him his due,--was afraid of no man. He was honest, and ashamed

of nothing that he did. And after his fashion he had chivalrous ideas

about women. He was willing to thrash any man that ill-used a woman,

and would certainly be a most dangerous antagonist to any man who

would misuse a woman belonging to him. But Ruby had told the truth of

him in saying that he was slow of speech, and what the world calls

stupid in regard to all forms of expression. He knew good meal from

bad as well as any man, and the price at which he could buy it so

as to leave himself a fair profit at the selling. He knew the value

of a clear conscience, and without much argument had discovered for

himself that honesty is in truth the best policy. Joe Mixet, who was

dapper of person and glib of tongue, had often declared that any one

buying John Crumb for a fool would lose his money. Joe Mixet was

probably right; but there had been a want of prudence, a lack of

worldly sagacity, in the way in which Crumb had allowed his proposed

marriage with Ruby Ruggles to become a source of gossip to all

Bungay. His love was now an old affair; and, though he never talked

much, whenever he did talk, he talked about that. He was proud of

Ruby's beauty, and of her fortune, and of his own status as her

acknowledged lover,--and he did not hide his light under a bushel.

Perhaps the publicity so produced had some effect in prejudicing Ruby

against the man whose offer she had certainly once accepted. Now when

he came to settle the day,--having heard more than once or twice

that there was a difficulty with Ruby,--he brought his friend Mixet

with him as though to be present at his triumph. "If here isn't Joe

Mixet," said Ruby to herself. "Was there ever such a stoopid as John

Crumb? There's no end to his being stoopid."

The old man had slept off his anger and his beer while Ruby had been

preparing the feast, and now roused himself to entertain his guests.

"What, Joe Mixet; is that thou? Thou'rt welcome. Come in, man. Well,

John, how is it wi' you? Ruby's a stewing o' something for us to

eat a bit. Don't 'e smell it?"--John Crumb lifted up his great nose,

sniffed and grinned.

"John didn't like going home in the dark like," said the baker, with

his little joke. "So I just come along to drive away the bogies."

"The more the merrier;--the more the merrier. Ruby 'll have enough

for the two o' you, I'll go bail. So John Crumb's afraid of

bogies;--is he? The more need he to have some 'un in his house to

scart 'em away."

The lover had seated himself without speaking a word; but now he was

instigated to ask a question. "Where be she, Muster Ruggles?" They

were seated in the outside or front kitchen, in which the old man

and his granddaughter always lived; while Ruby was at work in the

back kitchen. As John Crumb asked this question she could be heard

distinctly among the pots and the plates. She now came out, and

wiping her hands on her apron, shook hands with the two young men.

She had enveloped herself in a big household apron when the cooking

was in hand, and had not cared to take it off for the greeting of

this lover. "Grandfather said as how you was a coming out for your

supper, so I've been a seeing to it. You'll excuse the apron, Mr.

Mixet."

"You couldn't look nicer, miss, if you was to try it ever so. My

mother says as it's housifery as recommends a girl to the young men.

What do you say, John?"

"I loiks to see her loik o' that," said John rubbing his hands down

the back of his trowsers, and stooping till he had brought his eyes

down to a level with those of his sweetheart.

[Illlustration: "I loiks to see her loik o' that."]

"It looks homely; don't it, John?" said Mixet.

"Bother!" said Ruby, turning round sharp, and going back to the other

kitchen. John Crumb turned round also, and grinned at his friend, and

then grinned at the old man.

"You've got it all afore you," said the farmer,--leaving the lover to

draw what lesson he might from this oracular proposition.

"And I don't care how soon I ha'e it in hond;--that I don't," said

John.

"That's the chat," said Joe Mixet. "There ain't nothing wanting in

his house;--is there, John? It's all there,--cradle, caudle-cup, and

the rest of it. A young woman going to John knows what she'll have to

eat when she gets up, and what she'll lie down upon when she goes to

bed." This he declared in a loud voice for the benefit of Ruby in the

back kitchen.

"That she do," said John, grinning again. "There's a hun'erd and

fifty poond o' things in my house forbye what mother left behind

her."

After this there was no more conversation till Ruby reappeared with

the boiled fowl, and without her apron. She was followed by the girl

with a dish of broiled ham and an enormous pyramid of cabbage. Then

the old man got up slowly and opening some private little door of

which he kept the key in his breeches pocket, drew a jug of ale and

placed it on the table. And from a cupboard of which he also kept the

key, he brought out a bottle of gin. Everything being thus prepared,

the three men sat round the table, John Crumb looking at his chair

again and again before he ventured to occupy it. "If you'll sit

yourself down, I'll give you a bit of something to eat," said Ruby

at last. Then he sank at once into his chair. Ruby cut up the fowl

standing, and dispensed the other good things, not even placing a

chair for herself at the table,--and apparently not expected to do

so, for no one invited her. "Is it to be spirits or ale, Mr. Crumb?"

she said, when the other two men had helped themselves. He turned

round and gave her a look of love that might have softened the heart

of an Amazon; but instead of speaking he held up his tumbler, and

bobbed his head at the beer jug. Then she filled it to the brim,

frothing it in the manner in which he loved to have it frothed. He

raised it to his mouth slowly, and poured the liquor in as though to

a vat. Then she filled it again. He had been her lover, and she would

be as kind to him as she knew how,--short of love.

There was a good deal of eating done, for more ham came in, and

another mountain of cabbage; but very little or nothing was said.

John Crumb ate whatever was given to him of the fowl, sedulously

picking the bones, and almost swallowing them; and then finished

the second dish of ham, and after that the second instalment of

cabbage. He did not ask for more beer, but took it as often as

Ruby replenished his glass. When the eating was done, Ruby retired

into the back kitchen, and there regaled herself with some bone or

merry-thought of the fowl, which she had with prudence reserved,

sharing her spoils however with the other maiden. This she did

standing, and then went to work, cleaning the dishes. The men lit

their pipes and smoked in silence, while Ruby went through her

domestic duties. So matters went on for half an hour; during which

Ruby escaped by the back door, went round into the house, got into

her own room, and formed the grand resolution of going to bed. She

began her operations in fear and trembling, not being sure but that

her grandfather would bring the man up-stairs to her. As she thought

of this she stayed her hand, and looked to the door. She knew well

that there was no bolt there. It would be terrible to her to be

invaded by John Crumb after his fifth or sixth glass of beer. And,

she declared to herself, that should he come he would be sure to

bring Joe Mixet with him to speak his mind for him. So she paused and

listened.

When they had smoked for some half hour the old man called for his

granddaughter, but called of course in vain. "Where the mischief is

the jade gone?" he said, slowly making his way into the back kitchen.

The maid as soon as she heard her master moving, escaped into the

yard and made no response, while the old man stood bawling at the

back door. "The devil's in them. They're off some gates," he said

aloud. "She'll make the place hot for her, if she goes on this way."

Then he returned to the two young men. "She's playing off her games

somwheres," he said. "Take a glass of sperrits and water, Mr. Crumb,

and I'll see after her."

"I'll just take a drop of y'ell," said John Crumb, apparently quite

unmoved by the absence of his sweetheart.

It was sad work for the old man. He went down the yard and into the

garden, hobbling among the cabbages, not daring to call very loud, as

he did not wish to have it supposed that the girl was lost; but still

anxious, and sore at heart as to the ingratitude shown to him. He was

not bound to give the girl a home at all. She was not his own child.

And he had offered her £500! "Domm her," he said aloud as he made his

way back to the house. After much search and considerable loss of

time he returned to the kitchen in which the two men were sitting,

leading Ruby in his hand. She was not smart in her apparel, for

she had half undressed herself, and been then compelled by her

grandfather to make herself fit to appear in public. She had

acknowledged to herself that she had better go down and tell John

Crumb the truth. For she was still determined that she would never be

John Crumb's wife. "You can answer him as well as I, grandfather,"

she had said. Then the farmer had cuffed her, and told her that she

was an idiot. "Oh, if it comes to that," said Ruby, "I'm not afraid

of John Crumb, nor yet of nobody else. Only I didn't think you'd go

to strike me, grandfather." "I'll knock the life out of thee, if thou

goest on this gate," he had said. But she had consented to come down,

and they entered the room together.

"We're a disturbing you a'most too late, miss," said Mr. Mixet.

"It ain't that at all, Mr. Mixet. If grandfather chooses to have

a few friends, I ain't nothing against it. I wish he'd have a few

friends a deal oftener than he do. I likes nothing better than to do

for 'em;--only when I've done for 'em and they're smoking their pipes

and that like, I don't see why I ain't to leave 'em to 'emselves."

"But we've come here on a hauspicious occasion, Miss Ruby."

"I don't know nothing about auspicious, Mr. Mixet. If you and Mr.

Crumb've come out to Sheep's Acre farm for a bit of supper--"

"Which we ain't," said John Crumb very loudly;--"nor yet for

beer;--not by no means."

"We've come for the smiles of beauty," said Joe Mixet.

Ruby chucked up her head. "Mr. Mixet, if you'll be so good as to stow

that! There ain't no beauty here as I knows of, and if there was it

isn't nothing to you."

"Except in the way of friendship," said Mixet.

"I'm just as sick of all this as a man can be," said Mr. Ruggles,

who was sitting low in his chair, with his back bent, and his head

forward. "I won't put up with it no more."

"Who wants you to put up with it?" said Ruby. "Who wants 'em to come

here with their trash? Who brought 'em to-night? I don't know what

business Mr. Mixet has interfering along o' me. I never interfere

along o' him."

"John Crumb, have you anything to say?" asked the old man.

Then John Crumb slowly arose from his chair, and stood up at his full

height. "I hove," said he, swinging his head to one side.

"Then say it."

"I will," said he. He was still standing bolt upright with his hands

down by his side. Then he stretched out his left to his glass which

was half full of beer, and strengthened himself as far as that would

strengthen him. Having done this he slowly deposited the pipe which

he still held in his right hand.

"Now speak your mind, like a man," said Mixet.

"I intends it," said John. But he still stood dumb, looking down upon

old Ruggles, who from his crouched position was looking up at him.

Ruby was standing with both her hands upon the table and her eyes

intent upon the wall over the fire-place.

"You've asked Miss Ruby to be your wife a dozen times;--haven't you,

John?" suggested Mixet.

"I hove."

"And you mean to be as good as your word?"

"I do."

"And she has promised to have you?"

"She hove."

"More nor once or twice?" To this proposition Crumb found it only

necessary to bob his head. "You're ready,--and willing?"

"I om."

"You're wishing to have the banns said without any more delay?"

"There ain't no delay 'bout me;--never was."

"Everything is ready in your own house?"

"They is."

"And you will expect Miss Ruby to come to the scratch?"

"I sholl."

"That's about it, I think," said Joe Mixet, turning to the

grandfather. "I don't think there was ever anything much more

straightforward than that. You know, I know, Miss Ruby knows all

about John Crumb. John Crumb didn't come to Bungay yesterday,--nor

yet the day before. There's been a talk of five hundred pounds, Mr.

Ruggles." Mr. Ruggles made a slight gesture of assent with his head.

"Five hundred pounds is very comfortable; and added to what John has

will make things that snug that things never was snugger. But John

Crumb isn't after Miss Ruby along of her fortune."

"Nohow's," said the lover, shaking his head and still standing

upright with his hands by his side.

"Not he;--it isn't his ways, and them as knows him'll never say it of

him. John has a heart in his buzsom."

"I has," said John, raising his hand a little above his stomach.

"And feelings as a man. It's true love as has brought John Crumb to

Sheep's Acre farm this night;--love of that young lady, if she'll let

me make so free. He's a proposed to her, and she's a haccepted him,

and now it's about time as they was married. That's what John Crumb

has to say."

"That's what I has to say," repeated John Crumb, "and I means it."

"And now, miss," continued Mixet, addressing himself to Ruby, "you've

heard what John has to say."

"I've heard you, Mr. Mixet, and I've heard quite enough."

"You can't have anything to say against it, miss; can you? There's

your grandfather as is willing, and the money as one may say counted

out,--and John Crumb is willing, with his house so ready that there

isn't a ha'porth to do. All we want is for you to name the day."

"Say to-morrow, Ruby, and I'll not be agon it," said John Crumb,

slapping his thigh.

"I won't say to-morrow, Mr. Crumb, nor yet the day after to-morrow,

nor yet no day at all. I'm not going to have you. I've told you as

much before."

"That was only in fun, loike."

"Then now I tell you in earnest. There's some folk wants such a deal

of telling."

"You don't mean,--never?"

"I do mean never, Mr. Crumb."

"Didn't you say as you would, Ruby? Didn't you say so as plain as

the nose on my face?" John as he asked these questions could hardly

refrain from tears.

"Young women is allowed to change their minds," said Ruby.

"Brute!" exclaimed old Ruggles. "Pig! Jade! I'll tell'ee what, John.

She'll go out o' this into the streets;--that's what she wull. I

won't keep her here, no longer;--nasty, ungrateful, lying slut."

"She ain't that;--she ain't that," said John. "She ain't that at all.

She's no slut. I won't hear her called so;--not by her grandfather.

But, oh, she has a mind to put me so abouts, that I'll have to go

home and hang myself."

"Dash it, Miss Ruby, you ain't a going to serve a young man that

way," said the baker.

"If you'll jist keep yourself to yourself, I'll be obliged to you,

Mr. Mixet," said Ruby. "If you hadn't come here at all things might

have been different."

"Hark at that now," said John, looking at his friend almost with

indignation.

Mr. Mixet, who was fully aware of his rare eloquence and of the

absolute necessity there had been for its exercise if any arrangement

were to be made at all, could not trust himself to words after this.

He put on his hat and walked out through the back kitchen into the

yard declaring that his friend would find him there, round by the

pig-stye wall, whenever he was ready to return to Bungay. As soon as

Mixet was gone John looked at his sweetheart out of the corners of

his eyes and made a slow motion towards her, putting out his right

hand as a feeler. "He's aff now, Ruby," said John.

"And you'd better be aff after him," said the cruel girl.

"And when'll I come back again?"

"Never. It ain't no use. What's the good of more words, Mr. Crumb?"

"Domm her; domm her," said old Ruggles. "I'll even it to her. She'll

have to be out on the roads this night."

"She shall have the best bed in my house if she'll come for it," said

John, "and the old woman to look arter her; and I won't come nigh her

till she sends for me."

"I can find a place for myself, thank ye, Mr. Crumb." Old Ruggles

sat grinding his teeth, and swearing to himself, taking his hat off

and putting it on again, and meditating vengeance. "And now if you

please, Mr. Crumb, I'll go up-stairs to my own room."

"You don't go up to any room here, you jade you." The old man as he

said this got up from his chair as though to fly at her. And he would

have struck her with his stick but that he was stopped by John Crumb.

"Don't hit the girl, no gate, Mr. Ruggles."

"Domm her, John; she breaks my heart." While her lover held her

grandfather Ruby escaped, and seated herself on the bedside, again

afraid to undress, lest she should be disturbed by her grandfather.

"Ain't it more nor a man ought to have to bear;--ain't it, Mr.

Crumb?" said the grandfather appealing to the young man.

"It's the ways on 'em, Mr. Ruggles."

"Ways on 'em! A whipping at the cart-tail ought to be the ways on

her. She's been and seen some young buck."

Then John Crumb turned red all over, through the flour, and sparks of

anger flashed from his eyes. "You ain't a meaning of it, master?"

"I'm told there's been the squoire's cousin aboot,--him as they call

the baronite."

"Been along wi' Ruby?" The old man nodded at him. "By the mortials

I'll baronite him;--I wull," said John seizing his hat and stalking

off through the back kitchen after his friend.