Chương Chương 24 · 第24章

. The storm which I have described in the previous chapter was a sample

of those that occurred daily for many years. No matter how clear the

sky, it was always liable to cloud over now in one quarter now in

another, and the thunder and lightning were upon the young people

before they knew where they were.

“And then, you know,” said Ernest to me, when I asked him not long

since to give me more of his childish reminiscences for the benefit of

my story, “we used to learn Mrs Barbauld’s hymns; they were in prose,

and there was one about the lion which began, ‘Come, and I will show

you what is strong. The lion is strong; when he raiseth himself from

his lair, when he shaketh his mane, when the voice of his roaring is

heard the cattle of the field fly, and the beasts of the desert hide

themselves, for he is very terrible.’ I used to say this to Joey and

Charlotte about my father himself when I got a little older, but they

were always didactic, and said it was naughty of me.

“One great reason why clergymen’s households are generally unhappy is

because the clergyman is so much at home or close about the house. The

doctor is out visiting patients half his time: the lawyer and the

merchant have offices away from home, but the clergyman has no official

place of business which shall ensure his being away from home for many

hours together at stated times. Our great days were when my father went

for a day’s shopping to Gildenham. We were some miles from this place,

and commissions used to accumulate on my father’s list till he would

make a day of it and go and do the lot. As soon as his back was turned

the air felt lighter; as soon as the hall door opened to let him in

again, the law with its all-reaching ‘touch not, taste not, handle not’

was upon us again. The worst of it was that I could never trust Joey

and Charlotte; they would go a good way with me and then turn back, or

even the whole way and then their consciences would compel them to tell

papa and mamma. They liked running with the hare up to a certain point,

but their instinct was towards the hounds.

“It seems to me,” he continued, “that the family is a survival of the

principle which is more logically embodied in the compound animal—and

the compound animal is a form of life which has been found incompatible

with high development. I would do with the family among mankind what

nature has done with the compound animal, and confine it to the lower

and less progressive races. Certainly there is no inherent love for the

family system on the part of nature herself. Poll the forms of life and

you will find it in a ridiculously small minority. The fishes know it

not, and they get along quite nicely. The ants and the bees, who far

outnumber man, sting their fathers to death as a matter of course, and

are given to the atrocious mutilation of nine-tenths of the offspring

committed to their charge, yet where shall we find communities more

universally respected? Take the cuckoo again—is there any bird which we

like better?”

I saw he was running off from his own reminiscences and tried to bring

him back to them, but it was no use.

“What a fool,” he said, “a man is to remember anything that happened

more than a week ago unless it was pleasant, or unless he wants to make

some use of it.

“Sensible people get the greater part of their own dying done during

their own lifetime. A man at five and thirty should no more regret not

having had a happier childhood than he should regret not having been

born a prince of the blood. He might be happier if he had been more

fortunate in childhood, but, for aught he knows, if he had, something

else might have happened which might have killed him long ago. If I had

to be born again I would be born at Battersby of the same father and

mother as before, and I would not alter anything that has ever happened

to me.”

The most amusing incident that I can remember about his childhood was

that when he was about seven years old he told me he was going to have

a natural child. I asked him his reasons for thinking this, and he

explained that papa and mamma had always told him that nobody had

children till they were married, and as long as he had believed this of

course he had had no idea of having a child, till he was grown up; but

not long since he had been reading Mrs Markham’s history of England and

had come upon the words “John of Gaunt had several natural children” he

had therefore asked his governess what a natural child was—were not all

children natural?

“Oh, my dear,” said she, “a natural child is a child a person has

before he is married.” On this it seemed to follow logically that if

John of Gaunt had had children before he was married, he, Ernest

Pontifex, might have them also, and he would be obliged to me if I

would tell him what he had better do under the circumstances.

I enquired how long ago he had made this discovery. He said about a

fortnight, and he did not know where to look for the child, for it

might come at any moment. “You know,” he said, “babies come so

suddenly; one goes to bed one night and next morning there is a baby.

Why, it might die of cold if we are not on the look-out for it. I hope

it will be a boy.”

“And you have told your governess about this?”

“Yes, but she puts me off and does not help me: she says it will not

come for many years, and she hopes not then.”

“Are you quite sure that you have not made any mistake in all this?”

“Oh, no; because Mrs Burne, you know, called here a few days ago, and I

was sent for to be looked at. And mamma held me out at arm’s length and

said, ‘Is he Mr Pontifex’s child, Mrs Burne, or is he mine?’ Of course,

she couldn’t have said this if papa had not had some of the children

himself. I did think the gentleman had all the boys and the lady all

the girls; but it can’t be like this, or else mamma would not have

asked Mrs Burne to guess; but then Mrs Burne said, ‘Oh, he’s Mr

Pontifex’s child _of course_,’ and I didn’t quite know what she meant

by saying ‘of course’: it seemed as though I was right in thinking that

the husband has all the boys and the wife all the girls; I wish you

would explain to me all about it.”

This I could hardly do, so I changed the conversation, after reassuring

him as best I could.