Part 10 (1/2)

”Why, you see, I've got a plan i' my head about Tom,” said Mr.

Tulliver, pausing after that statement and lifting up his gla.s.s.

”Well, if I may be allowed to speak, and it's seldom as I am,” said Mrs. Glegg, with a tone of bitter meaning, ”I should like to know what good is to come to the boy by bringin' him up above his fortin.”

”Why,” said Mr. Tulliver, not looking at Mrs. Glegg, but at the male part of his audience, ”you see, I've made up my mind not to bring Tom up to my own business. I've had my thoughts about it all along, and I made up my mind by what I saw with Garnett and _his_ son. I mean to put him to some business as he can go into without capital, and I want to give him an eddication as he'll be even wi' the lawyers and folks, and put me up to a notion now an' then.”

Mrs. Glegg emitted a long sort of guttural sound with closed lips, that smiled in mingled pity and scorn.

”It 'ud be a fine deal better for some people,” she said, after that introductory note, ”if they'd let the lawyers alone.”

”Is he at the head of a grammar school, then, this clergyman, such as that at Market Bewley?” said Mr. Deane.

”No, nothing of that,” said Mr. Tulliver. ”He won't take more than two or three pupils, and so he'll have the more time to attend to 'em, you know.”

”Ah, and get his eddication done the sooner; they can't learn much at a time when there's so many of 'em,” said uncle Pullet, feeling that he was getting quite an insight into this difficult matter.

”But he'll want the more pay, I doubt,” said Mr. Glegg.

”Ay, ay, a cool hundred a year, that's all,” said Mr. Tulliver, with some pride at his own spirited course. ”But then, you know, it's an investment; Tom's eddication 'ull be so much capital to him.”

”Ay, there's something in that,” said Mr. Glegg. ”Well well, neighbor Tulliver, you may be right, you may be right:

'When land is gone and money's spent, Then learning is most excellent.'

”I remember seeing those two lines wrote on a window at Buxton. But us that have got no learning had better keep our money, eh, neighbor Pullet?” Mr. Glegg rubbed his knees, and looked very pleasant.

”Mr. Glegg, I wonder _at_ you,” said his wife. ”It's very unbecoming in a man o' your age and belongings.”

”What's unbecoming, Mrs. G.?” said Mr. Glegg, winking pleasantly at the company. ”My new blue coat as I've got on?”

”I pity your weakness, Mr. Glegg. I say it's unbecoming to be making a joke when you see your own kin going headlongs to ruin.”

”If you mean me by that,” said Mr. Tulliver, considerably nettled, ”you needn't trouble yourself to fret about me. I can manage my own affairs without troubling other folks.”

”Bless me!” said Mr. Deane, judiciously introducing a new idea, ”why, now I come to think of it, somebody said Wakem was going to send _his_ son--the deformed lad--to a clergyman, didn't they, Susan?” (appealing to his wife).

”I can give no account of it, I'm sure,” said Mrs. Deane, closing her lips very tightly again. Mrs. Deane was not a woman to take part in a scene where missiles were flying.

”Well,” said Mr. Tulliver, speaking all the more cheerfully, that Mrs.

Glegg might see he didn't mind her, ”if Wakem thinks o' sending his son to a clergyman, depend on it I shall make no mistake i' sending Tom to one. Wakem's as big a scoundrel as Old Harry ever made, but he knows the length of every man's foot he's got to deal with. Ay, ay, tell me who's Wakem's butcher, and I'll tell you where to get your meat.”

”But lawyer Wakem's son's got a hump-back,” said Mrs. Pullet, who felt as if the whole business had a funereal aspect; ”it's more nat'ral to send _him_ to a clergyman.”

”Yes,” said Mr. Glegg, interpreting Mrs. Pullet's observation with erroneous plausibility, ”you must consider that, neighbor Tulliver; Wakem's son isn't likely to follow any business. Wakem 'ull make a gentleman of him, poor fellow.”

”Mr. Glegg,” said Mrs. G., in a tone which implied that her indignation would fizz and ooze a little, though she was determined to keep it corked up, ”you'd far better hold your tongue. Mr. Tulliver doesn't want to know your opinion nor mine either. There's folks in the world as know better than everybody else.”

”Why, I should think that's you, if we're to trust your own tale,”

said Mr. Tulliver, beginning to boil up again.

”Oh, _I_ say nothing,” said Mrs. Glegg, sarcastically. ”My advice has never been asked, and I don't give it.”