Bildungsromans; Country life -- Fiction; England -- Fiction; Pastoral fiction; Siblings -- Fiction
Fortunately, means were at hand for resolving any doubts on the
subject, since the morning was Sunday, and already the bells were
ringing for church. Lest the connexion may not be evident at first
sight, I should explain that the gloomy period of church-time, with its
enforced inaction and its lack of real interest—passed, too, within
sight of all that the village held of fairest—was just the one when a
young man’s fancies lightly turned to thoughts of love. The rest of
the week afforded no leisure for such trifling; but in church—well,
there was really nothing else to do! True, noughts-and-crosses might be
indulged in on flyleaves of prayer-books while the Litany dragged its
slow length along; but what balm or what solace could be found for the
Sermon? Naturally the eye, wandering here and there among the serried
ranks, made bold untrammelled choice among our fair fellow-supplicants.
It was in this way that, some months earlier, under the exceptional
strain of the Athanasian Creed, my roving fancy had settled upon the
baker’s wife as a fit object for a life-long devotion. Her riper charms
had conquered a heart which none of her be-muslined tittering juniors
had been able to subdue; and that she was already wedded had never
occurred to me as any bar to my affection. Edward’s general demeanour,
then, during morning service was safe to convict him; but there was
also a special test for the particular case. It happened that we sat in
a transept, and, the Larkins being behind us, Edward’s only chance of
feasting on Sabina’s charms was in the all-too fleeting interval when
we swung round eastwards. I was not mistaken. During the singing of the
Benedictus the impatient one made several false starts, and at last he
slewed fairly round before ‘As it was in the beginning, is now, and
ever shall be’ was half finished. The evidence was conclusive: a court
of law could have desired no better.
The fact being patent, the next thing was to grapple with it; and my
mind was fully occupied during the sermon. There was really nothing
unfair or unbrotherly in my attitude. A philosophic affection such as
mine own, which clashed with nothing, was (I held) permissible; but the
volcanic passions in which Edward indulged about once a quarter were a
serious interference with business. To make matters worse, next week
there was a circus coming to the neighbourhood, to which we had all
been strictly forbidden to go; and without Edward no visit in contempt
of law and orders could be successfully brought off. I had sounded
him as to the circus on our way to church, and he had replied briefly
that the very thought of a clown made him sick. Morbidity could no
further go. But the sermon came to an end without any line of conduct
having suggested itself; and I walked home in some depression, feeling
sadly that Venus was in the ascendant and in direful opposition, while
Auriga—the circus star—drooped declinant, perilously near the horizon.
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