England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Stepmothers -- Fiction
Old Pickering had
gone through the same sort of training which had made John Purcell a
gentleman. He, too, had been a chorister, and had progressed into a
lay-clerk, with possibilities of rising to something better. But Pick
was one of the unsuccessful ones; his voice failed him, his science
never had been great, and a little after Mrs. Purcell’s advent he had
come to the Signor also to be provided for. The organist had a large
heart and a somewhat indolent temper; the easiest way to provide for the
old singing-man was to take him into his own household, and this was
what had been done. As for Pick, he had settled very easily into his new
place, having been the son of the master of a little tavern; and though
it cost him an effort to acknowledge the little soprano, whose surplice
he had put on so often, in the light of a young master, yet the effort
was made. Pick was conscientious, he did not do anything by halves; and
the first time that the Signor’s pupil was permitted to play the
voluntary in the Abbey, the old man made his fellow-servants jump, and
gave the youth a shock of mingled alarm and pleasure, by suddenly
addressing him as Mr. John. Nobody had expected such an heroic act of
submission, but Pick knew his place and all that was suitable in the
circumstances. “Him as the Signor puts in his own place has a right to
be respected,” he said; and he never wavered in that noble
self-abnegation, nor let any one suppose that it was painful to him.
All this had happened long before the period of which we are writing;
but what sensation, what emotion, it had caused at the time! Pick stood
now, pausing behind the young musician’s chair, and lifted up his hands
and shook his head. To think this boy, whom he had, so to speak, brought
up, should show so much courage! Pick himself had never made such a
venture, nor even the Signor, who was the master of both; and yet this
boy was going to do it. The old man shook his head, not knowing what
might come of it; but in his heart he felt a respect reaching to
admiration, for the courage which was so much beyond anything he had
ever known.
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