Illustrations of political economy, Volume 3 (of 9)Martineau, Harriet
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Illustrations of political economy, Volume 3 (of 9)
Martineau, Harriet
Didactic fiction, English; Political fiction, English; Social problems -- Fiction
One Sunday, when cousin Marshall had gone to church in the morning with
her family, and left her house apparently shut up, as usual; and when,
moreover, it was so fine a day as to have taken almost all the
neighbours from their homes, Jane came down to prepare the dinner,
feeling quite secure from interruption. She was standing kneading the
dumplings, when a noise was heard outside, and she had but a moment’s
time to escape upstairs before her aunt Bell lifted the latch and
entered. Seeing the dough on the board and nobody there to knead it, she
naturally proceeded to the bedroom, where she found Jane on the bed with
coverings thrown over her. Questions and explanations followed.—How long
had Jane been unwell, and did she expect to go back to her place when
recovered? Why did she not let her aunt know of her arrival? though, to
be sure, there was no use in expecting help from her, distressed as she
was. Jane was really glad to turn the conversation away from her own
troubles to those of Mrs. Bell, who was, as she herself said, as good as
a widow, her husband having absconded. Dear! had not Jane heard of it?
He had been advertised by the overseers in the newspapers, and a great
fuss had been made about it; but, for her part, she was convinced it was
the best thing he could do for her and the children, to go and find a
settlement in a distant parish, leaving his family to be provided for by
his own. Where had he gone?—Why, supposing she knew, was it likely she
should tell before the year was out? However, he had made all safe by
not giving a hint in which direction he should travel. Jane asked what
was the necessity of keeping the secret for a year? He would surely be
out of reach before the year was over, if at all. Mrs. Bell laughed and
said she saw Jane did not know how to get a settlement; and explained to
her that her husband’s aim was to obtain a claim on a distant and
prosperous parish, which must be done either by living forty days on an
estate of his own, worth thirty pounds, or in a rented tenement of the
yearly value of ten pounds, or by serving an apprenticeship, or by going
through a year’s service on a yearly hiring as an unmarried man. This
last was, of course, the only means within his power; and to make sure
of it, it was his part to keep to himself whence he had come, and that
he had a wife and family; and her’s to remain ignorant whither he had
gone, and not to inquire for her husband for a year at least.
“Do you call this a cheat, my dear?” she went on. “Lord! what a tender
conscience you have! It is no worse than what is done every day. Would
you think it such a very wicked thing now,—suppose a young creature like
you should have happened to have a misfortune, and should wish her
infant to have a settlement in a particular parish,—would you think it
such a very wicked thing to hide yourself and keep your condition a
secret from the officers till your child was born?” And Mrs. Bell looked
inquisitively in her niece’s face.
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