"Look at the snivelling milksop!" said my uncle."Look at the baby! This is the gentleman who, people say, is nobody's enemy but his own.This is the gentleman who can't say no.This is the gentleman who was making such large profits in his business that he must needs take a partner, t'other day.This is the gentleman who is going to marry a wife without a penny, and who falls into the hands of Jezabels who are speculating on my death!"I knew, now, how great my uncle's rage was; for nothing short of his being almost beside himself would have induced him to utter that concluding word, which he held in such repugnance that it was never spoken or hinted at before him on any account.
"On my death," he repeated, as if he were defying me by defying his own abhorrence of the word."On my death--death--Death! But I'll spoil the speculation.Eat your last under this roof, you feeble wretch, and may it choke you!"You may suppose that I had not much appetite for the breakfast to which I was bidden in these terms; but, I took my accustomed seat.I saw that I was repudiated henceforth by my uncle; still I could bear that very well, possessing Christiana's heart.
He emptied his basin of bread and milk as usual, only that he took it on his knees with his chair turned away from the table where I sat.When he had done, he carefully snuffed out the candle; and the cold, slate- coloured, miserable day looked in upon us.
"Now, Mr.Michael," said he, "before we part, I should like to have a word with these ladies in your presence.""As you will, sir," I returned; "but you deceive yourself, and wrong us, cruelly, if you suppose that there is any feeling at stake in this contract but pure, disinterested, faithful love."To this, he only replied, "You lie!" and not one other word.
We went, through half-thawed snow and half-frozen rain, to the house where Christiana and her mother lived.My uncle knew them very well.
They were sitting at their breakfast, and were surprised to see us at that hour.
"Your servant, ma'am," said my uncle to the mother."You divine the purpose of my visit, I dare say, ma'am.I understand there is a world of pure, disinterested, faithful love cooped up here.I am happy to bring it all it wants, to make it complete.I bring you your son-in-law, ma'am-- and you, your husband, miss.The gentleman is a perfect stranger to me, but I wish him joy of his wise bargain."He snarled at me as he went out, and I never saw him again.
It is altogether a mistake (continued the poor relation) to suppose that my dear Christiana, over-persuaded and influenced by her mother, married a rich man, the dirt from whose carriage wheels is often, in these changed times, thrown upon me as she rides by.No, no.She married me.
The way we came to be married rather sooner than we intended, was this.I took a frugal lodging and was saving and planning for her sake, when, one day, she spoke to me with great earnestness, and said:
"My dear Michael, I have given you my heart.I have said that I loved you, and I have pledged myself to be your wife.I am as much yours through all changes of good and evil as if we had been married on the day when such words passed between us.I know you well, and know that if we should be separated and our union broken off, your whole life would be shadowed, and all that might, even now, be stronger in your character for the conflict with the world would then be weakened to the shadow of what it is!""God help me, Christiana!" said I."You speak the truth.""Michael!" said she, putting her hand in mine, in all maidenly devotion, "let us keep apart no longer.It is but for me to say that I can live contented upon such means as you have, and I well know you are happy.I say so from my heart.Strive no more alone; let us strive together.My dear Michael, it is not right that I should keep secret from you what you do not suspect, but what distresses my whole life.My mother: without considering that what you have lost, you have lost for me, and on the assurance of my faith: sets her heart on riches, and urges another suit upon me, to my misery.I cannot bear this, for to bear it is to be untrue toyou.I would rather share your struggles than look on.I want no better home than you can give me.I know that you will aspire and labour with a higher courage if I am wholly yours, and let it be so when you will!"I was blest indeed, that day, and a new world opened to me.We were married in a very little while, and I took my wife to our happy home.That was the beginning of the residence I have spoken of; the Castle we have ever since inhabited together, dates from that time.All our children have been born in it.Our first child--now married--was a little girl, whom we called Christiana.Her son is so like Little Frank, that I hardly know which is which.
The current impression as to my partner's dealings with me is also quite erroneous.He did not begin to treat me coldly, as a poor simpleton, when my uncle and I so fatally quarrelled; nor did he afterwards gradually possess himself of our business and edge me out.On the contrary, he behaved to me with the utmost good faith and honour.
Matters between us took this turn:- On the day of my separation from my uncle, and even before the arrival at our counting-house of my trunks (which he sent after me, NOT carriage paid), I went down to our room of business, on our little wharf, overlooking the river; and there I told John Spatter what had happened.John did not say, in reply, that rich old relatives were palpable facts, and that love and sentiment were moonshine and fiction.He addressed me thus: