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Mill on the Floss(Book1,chapter2)

2006-07-07 18:07

  CHAPTER 2

  Mr Tulliver of Dorlcote Mill, Declares His Resolution about Tom

  `WHAT I want, you know,' said Mr Tulliver, `what I want, is to give Tom a good eddication: an eddication as'll be a bread to him. That was what I was thinking on when I gave notice for him to leave th' Academy at Ladyday. I mean to put him to a downright good school at Midsummer. The two years at th' Academy 'ud ha' done well enough, if I'd meant to make a miller and farmer of him, for he's had a fine sight more schoolin' nor I ever got: all the learnin' my father ever paid for was a bit o' birch at one end and the alphabet at th' other. But I should like Tom to be a bit of scholard, so as he might be up to the tricks o'these fellows as talk fine and write wi' a flourish. It 'ud be a help to me wi' these law-suits and arbitrations and things. I wouldn't make a downright lawyer o' the lad - I should be sorry for him to be a raskill - but a sort o' engineer, or a surveyor, or an auctioneer and vallyer, like Riley, or one o'them smartish businesses as are all profits and no outlay, only for a big watch-chain and a high stool. They're pretty nigh all one, and they're not far off being even wi' the law, I believe; for Riley looks Lawyer Wakem i' the face as hard as one cat looks another. He's none frighted at him.' Mr Tulliver was speaking to his wife, a blond comely woman in a fan-shaped cap. (I am afraid to think how long it is since fan-shaped caps were worn - they must be so near coming in again. At that time, when Mrs Tulliver was nearly forty, they were new at St Ogg's and considered sweet things.)

  `Well, Mr Tulliver, you know best: I've no objections. But hadn't I better kill a couple o' fowl and have th' aunts and uncles to dinner next week, so as you may hear what Sister Glegg and Sister Pullet have got to say about it? There's a couple o' fowl wants killing!'

  `You may kill every fowl i' the yard, if you like, Bessy; but I shall ask neither aunt nor uncle what I'm to do wi'my own lad,' said Mr Tulliver, defiantly.

  `Dear heart,' said Mrs Tulliver, shocked at this sanguinary rhetoric, `how can you talk so, Mr Tulliver? But it's your way to speak disrespectful o' my family, and Sister Glegg throws all the blame upo' me, though I'm sure I'm as innocent as the babe unborn. For nobody's ever heard me say as it wasn't lucky for my children to have aunts and uncles as can live independent. Howiver, if Tom's to go to a new school, I should like him to go where I can wash him and mend him; else he might as well have calico as linen, for they'd be one as yallow as th' other before they'd been washed half-a-dozen times. And then, when the box is goin'backards and forrards, I could send the lad a cake, or a pork-pie, or an apple; for he can do with an extry bit, bless him, whether they stint him at the meals or no. My children can eat as much victuals as most, thank God.'

  `Well, well, we won't send him out o' reach o' the carrier's cart, if other things fit in,' said Mr Tulliver. `But you mustn't put a spoke i' the wheel about the washin', if we can't get a school near enough. That's the fault I have to find wi' you, Bessy: if you see a stick i' the road, you're allays thinkin' you can't step over it. You'd want me not to hire a good waggoner, 'cause he'd got a mole on his face.'

  `Dear heart!' said Mrs Tulliver, in mild surprise, `when did I iver make objections to a man, because he'd got a mole on his face? I'm sure I'm rether fond o' the moles, for my brother, as is dead an' gone, had a mole on his brow. But I can't remember your iver offering to hire a waggoner with a mole, Mr Tulliver. There was John Gibbs hadn't a mole on his face no more nor you have, an' I was all for having you hire him; an' so you did hire him, an' if he hadn't died o' th' inflammation, as we paid Dr Turnbull for attending him, he'd very like ha' been driving the waggon now. He might have a mole somewhere out o' sight, but how was I to know that, Mr Tulliver?'

  `No, no, Bessy; I didn't mean justly the mole; I meant it to stand for summat else; but niver mind - it's puzzling work, talking is. What I'm thinking on, is how to find the right sort o' school to send Tom to, for I might be ta'en in again, as I've been wi' the 'Cademy. I'll have nothing to do wi' a 'Cademy again: whativer school I send Tom to, it shan't be a 'Cademy. It shall be a place where the lads spend their time i' summat else besides blacking the family's shoes, and getting up the potatoes. It's an uncommon puzzling thing to know what school to pick.'

  Mr Tulliver paused a minute or two, and dived with both hands into his breeches' pockets as if he hoped to find some suggestion there. Apparently he was not disappointed, for he presently said, `I know what I'll do - I'll talk it over wi'Riley: he's coming to-morrow, t' arbitrate about the dam.'

  `Well, Mr Tulliver, I've put the sheets out for the best bed, and Kezia's got 'em hanging at the fire. They aren't the best sheets, but they're good enough for anybody to sleep in, be he who he will; for as for them best Holland sheets, I should repent buying 'em, only they'll do to lay us out in. An' if you was to die to-morrow, Mr Tulliver, they're mangled beautiful, an' all ready, an' smell o' lavender as it 'ud be a pleasure to lay 'em out. An' they lie at the left-hand corner o' the big oak linen-chest, at the back: not as I should trust anybody to look 'em out but myself.'

  As Mrs Tulliver uttered the last sentence she drew a bright bunch of keys from her pocket, and single out one, rubbing her thumb and finger up and down it with a placid smile, while she looked at the clear fire. If Mr Tulliver had been a susceptible man in his conjugal relations, he might have supposed that she drew out the key to aid her imagination in anticipating the moment when he would be in a state to justify the production of the best Holland sheets. Happily he was not so: he was only susceptible in respect of his right to water-power; moreover, he had the marital habit of not listening very closely, and, since his mention of Mr Riley, had been apparently occupied in a tactile examination of his woollen stockings.

  `I think I've hit it, Bessy,' was his first remark after a short silence. `Riley's as likely a man as any to know o'some school: he's had schooling himself, an' goes about to all sorts o' places, arbitratin' and vallyin' and that. And we shall have time to talk it over to-morrow night when the business is done. I want Tom to be such a sort o' man as Riley, you know - as can talk pretty nigh as well as if it was all wrote out for him, and knows a good lot o' words as don't mean much, so as you can't lay hold of'em i' law; and a good solid knowledge o' business too.'

  `Well,' said Mrs Tulliver, `so far as talking proper and knowing everything, and walking with a bend in his back and setting his hair up, I shouldn't mind the lad being brought up to that. But them fine-talking men from the big towns mostly wear the false shirt-fronts; they wear a frill till it's all a mess, and then hide it with a bib; I know Riley does. And then, if Tom's to go and live at Mudport, like Riley, he'll have a house with a kitchen hardly big enough to turn in, an' niver get a fresh egg for his breakfast, an'sleep up three pair o' stairs - or four, for what I know - an'be burnt to death before he gets down.'

  `No, no,' said Mr Tulliver, `I've no thoughts of his going to Mudport: I mean him to set up his office at St Ogg's close by us, an' live at home. But,' continued Mr Tulliver after a pause, `what I'm a bit afraid on is, as Tom hasn't got the right sort o' brians for a smart fellow. I doubt he's a bit slowish. He takes after your family, Bessy.'

  `Yes, that he does,' said Mrs Tulliver, accepting the last proposition entirely on its own merits, `he's wonderful for liking a deal o' salt in his broth. That was my brother's way and my father's before him.'

  `It seems a bit of a pity, though,' said Mr Tulliver, `as the lad should take after the mother's side istead o' the little wench. That's the worst on't wi' the crossing o' breeds: you can never justly calkilate what'll come on't. The little un takes after my side, now: she's twice as 'cute as Tom. Too 'cute for a woman, I'm afraid,' continued Mr Tulliver, turning his head dubiously first on one side and then on the other. `It's no mischief much while she's a little un, but an over 'cute woman's no better nor a long-tailed sheep - she'll fetch none the bigger price for that.'

  `Yes, it is a mischief while she's a little un, Mr Tulliver, for it all runs to naughtiness. How to keep her in a clean pinafore two hours together passes my cunning. An' now you put me i' mind,' continued Mrs Tulliver, rising and going to the window, `I don't know where she is now, an'it's pretty nigh tea-time. Ah, I thought so - wanderin' up an' down by the water, like a wild thing: she'll tumble in same day.'

  Mrs Tulliver rapped the window sharply, beckoned, and shook her head, - a process which she repeated more than once before she returned to her chair.

  `You talk o' 'cuteness, Mr Tulliver,' she observed as she sat down, `but I'm sure the child's half a idiot i' some things, for if I send her up-stairs to fetch anything she forgets what she's gone for, an' perhaps 'ull sit down on the floor i' the sunshine an' plait her hair an' sing to herself like a Bedlam creatur', all the while I'm waiting for her down-stairs. That niver run i' my family, thank God, no more nor a brown skin as makes her look like a mulatter. I don't like to fly i' the face o' Providence, but it seems hard as I should have but one gell, an' her so comical.'

  `Pooh, nonsense!' said Mr Tulliver, `she's a straight black-eyed wench as anybody need wish to see. I don't know i' what she's behind other folk's children; an' she can read almost as well as the parson.'

  `But her hair won't curl all I can do with it and she's so franzy about having it put i' paper, an' I've such work as never was to make her stand and have it pinched with th'irons.'

  `Cut it off - cut if off short,' said the father, rashly.

  `How can you talk so, Mr Tulliver? She's too big a gell, gone nine, and tall of her age - to have her hair cut short; an' there's her cousin Lucy's got a row o' curls round her head, an' not a hair out o' place. It seems hard as my sister Deane should have that pretty child; I'm sure Lucy takes more after me nor my own child does. Maggie, Maggie,' continued the mother, in a tone of half-coaxing fretfulness, as this small mistake of nature entered the room, `where's the use o' my telling you to keep away from the water? You'll tumble in and be drownded some day, an' then you'll be sorry you didn't do as mother told you.'

  Maggie's hair, as she threw off her bonnet, painfully confirmed her mother's accusation: Mrs Tulliver, desiring her daughter to have a curled crop, `like other folk's children,' had had it cut too short in front to be pushed behind the ears, and as it was usually straight an hour after it had been taken out of paper, Maggie was incessantly tossing her head to keep the dark heavy locks out of her gleaming black eyes - an action which gave her very much the air of a small Shetland pony.

  `O dear, O dear, Maggie, what are you thinkin' of, to throw your bonnet down there? Take it upstairs, there's a good gell, an' let your hair be brushed, an' put your other pinafore on, an' change your shoes - do, for shame; an'come an' go on with your patchwork, like a little lady.'

  `O mother,' said Maggie, in a vehemently cross tone, `I don't want to do my patchwork.'

  `What, not your pretty patchwork, to make a counterpane for your aunt Glegg?'

  `It's foolish work,' said Maggie, with a toss of her mane, - `tearing things to pieces to sew 'em together again. And I don't want to do anything for my aunt Glegg - I don't like her.'

  Exit Maggie, dragging her bonnet by the string, while Mr Tulliver laughs audibly.

  `I wonder at you, as you'll laugh at her, Mr Tulliver,' said the mother, with lymphatic fretfulness in her tone. `You encourage her i' naughtiness. An' her aunts will have it as it's me spoils her.'

  Mrs Tulliver was what is called a good-tempered person - never cried when she was a baby on any slighter ground than hunger and pins, and from the cradle upwards had been healthy, fair plump, and dull-witted, in short, the flower of her family for beauty and amiability. But milk and mildness are not the best things for keeping, and when they turn only a little sour they may disagree with young stomachs seriously. I have often wondered whether those early Madonnas of Raphael, with the blond faces and somewhat stupid expression, kept their placidity undisturbed when their strong-limbed strong-willed boys got a little too old to do without clothing. I think they must have been given to feeble remonstrance, getting more and more peevish as it became more and more ineffectual.

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