Margaret cut off a huge piece of venison, and ran to the window and threw it out to the green eyes of fire. They darted1 on to it with a savage2 snarl3; and there was a sound of rending4 and crunching5: at this moment, a hound uttered a bay so near and loud it rang through the house; and the three at the window shrank together. Then the leopard6 feared for her supper, and glided7 swiftly and stealthily away with it towards the woods, and the very next moment horses and men and dogs came helter-skelter past the window, and followed her full cry. Martin and his companions breathed again: the leopard was swift, and would not be caught within a league of their house. They grasped hands. Margaret seized this opportunity, and cried a little; Gerard kissed the tears away.
To table once more, and Gerard drank to woman's wit: “'Tis stronger than man's force,” said he.
“Ay,” said Margaret, “when those she loves are in danger; not else.”
To-night Gerard stayed with her longer than usual, and went home prouder than ever of her, and happy as a prince. Some little distance from home, under the shadow of some trees, he encountered two figures: they almost barred his way.
It was his father and mother.
Out so late! what could be the cause?
A chill fell on him.
He stopped and looked at them: they stood grim and silent. He stammered9 out some words of inquiry10.
“Why ask?” said the father; “you know why we are here.”
“Oh, Gerard!” said his mother, with a voice full of reproach yet of affection.
Gerard's heart quaked: he was silent.
Then his father pitied his confusion, and said to him:
“Nay11, you need not to hang your head. You are not the first young fool that has been caught by a red cheek and a pair of blue eyes.”
“Nay, nay!” put in Catherine, “it was witchcraft12; Peter the Magician is well known for that.”
“Come, Sir Priest,” resumed his father, “you know you must not meddle13 with women folk. But give us your promise to go no more to Sevenbergen, and here all ends: we won't be hard on you for one fault.”
“I cannot promise that, father.”
“Not promise it, you young hypocrite!”
“Nay, father, miscall me not: I lacked courage to tell you what I knew would vex14 you; and right grateful am I to that good friend, whoever he be, that has let you wot. 'Tis a load off my mind. Yes, father, I love Margaret; and call me not a priest, for a priest I will never be. I will die sooner.”
“That we shall see, young man. Come, gainsay15 me no more; you will learn what 'tis to disrespect a father.”
Gerard held his peace, and the three walked home in gloomy silence, broken only by a deep sigh or two from Catherine.
From that hour the little house at Tergou was no longer the abode16 of peace. Gerard was taken to task next day before the whole family; and every voice was loud against him, except little Kate's and the dwarf's, who was apt to take his cue from her without knowing why. As for Cornelis and Sybrandt, they were bitterer than their father. Gerard was dismayed at finding so many enemies, and looked wistfully into his little sister's face: her eyes were brimming at the harsh words showered on one who but yesterday was the universal pet. But she gave him no encouragement: she turned her head away from him and said:
“Dear, dear Gerard, pray to Heaven to cure you of this folly17!”
“What, are you against me too?” said Gerard, sadly; and he rose with a deep sigh, and left the house and went to Sevenbergen.
The beginning of a quarrel, where the parties are bound by affection though opposed in interest and sentiment, is comparatively innocent: both are perhaps in the right at first starting, and then it is that a calm, judicious18 friend, capable of seeing both sides, is a gift from Heaven. For the longer the dissension endures, the wider and deeper it grows by the fallibility and irascibility of human nature: these are not confined to either side, and finally the invariable end is reached—both in the wrong.
The combatants were unequally matched: Elias was angry, Cornelis and Sybrandt spiteful; but Gerard, having a larger and more cultivated mind, saw both sides where they saw but one, and had fits of irresolution19, and was not wroth, but unhappy. He was lonely, too, in this struggle. He could open his heart to no one. Margaret was a high-spirited girl: he dared not tell her what he had to endure at home; she was capable of siding with his relations by resigning him, though at the cost of her own happiness. Margaret Van Eyck had been a great comfort to him on another occasion; but now he dared not make her his confidant. Her own history was well known. In early life she had many offers of marriage; but refused them all for the sake of that art, to which a wife's and mother's duties are so fatal: thus she remained single and painted with her brothers. How could he tell her that he declined the benefice she had got him, and declined it for the sake of that which at his age she had despised and sacrificed so lightly?
Gerard at this period bade fair to succumb20. But the other side had a horrible ally in Catherine, senior. This good-hearted but uneducated woman could not, like her daughter, act quietly and firmly: still less could she act upon a plan. She irritated Gerard at times, and so helped him; for anger is a great sustainer of the courage: at others she turned round in a moment and made onslaughts on her own forces. To take a single instance out of many: one day that they were all at home, Catherine and all, Cornelis said: “Our Gerard wed8 Margaret Brandt? Why, it is hunger marrying thirst.”
“And what will it be when you marry?” cried Catherine. “Gerard can paint, Gerard can write, but what can you do to keep a woman, ye lazy loon21? Nought22 but wait for your father's shoon. Oh we can see why you and Sybrandt would not have the poor boy to marry. You are afraid he will come to us for a share of our substance. And say that he does, and say that we give it him, it isn't yourn we part from, and mayhap never will be.”
On these occasions Gerard smiled slily, and picked up heart, and temporary confusion fell on Catherine's unfortunate allies. But at last, after more than six months of irritation23, came the climax24. The father told the son before the whole family he had ordered the burgomaster to imprison25 him in the Stadthouse rather than let him marry Margaret. Gerard turned pale with anger at this, but by a great effort held his peace. His father went on to say, “And a priest you shall be before the year is out, nilly-willy.”
“Is it so?” cried Gerard. “Then, hear me, all. By God and St. Bavon I swear I will never be a priest while Margaret lives. Since force is to decide it, and not love and duty, try force, father; but force shall not serve you, for the day I see the burgomaster come for me, I leave Tergou for ever, and Holland too, and my father's house, where it seems I have been valued all these years, not for myself, but for what is to be got out of me.”
And he flung out of the room white with anger and desperation.
“There!” cried Catherine, “that comes of driving young folks too hard. But men are crueller than tigers, even to their own flesh and blood. Now, Heaven forbid he should ever leave us, married or single.”
As Gerard came out of the house, his cheeks pale and his heart panting, he met Reicht Heynes: she had a message for him: Margaret Van Eyck desired to see him. He found the old lady seated grim as a judge. She wasted no time in preliminaries, but inquired coldly why he had not visited her of late: before he could answer, she said in a sarcastic26 tone, “I thought we had been friends, young sir.”
At this Gerard looked the picture of doubt and consternation27.
“It is because you never told her you were in love,” said Reicht Heynes, pitying his confusion.
“Silence, wench! Why should he tell us his affairs? We are not his friends: we have not deserved his confidence.”
“Alas28! my second mother,” said Gerard, “I did not dare to tell you my folly.”
“What folly? Is it folly to love?”
“I am told so every day of my life.”
“You need not have been afraid to tell my mistress; she is always kind to true lovers.”
“Madam—Reicht I was afraid because I was told...”
“Well, you were told—?”
“That in your youth you scorned love, preferring art.”
“I did, boy; and what is the end of it? Behold29 me here a barren stock, while the women of my youth have a troop of children at their side, and grandchildren at their knee I gave up the sweet joys of wifehood and motherhood for what? For my dear brothers. They have gone and left me long ago. For my art. It has all but left me too. I have the knowledge still, but what avails that when the hand trembles. No, Gerard; I look on you as my son. You are good, you are handsome, you are a painter, though not like some I have known. I will not let you throw your youth away as I did mine: you shall marry this Margaret. I have inquired, and she is a good daughter. Reicht here is a gossip. She has told me all about it. But that need not hinder you to tell me.”
Poor Gerard was overjoyed to be permitted to praise Margaret aloud, and to one who could understand what he loved in her.
Soon there were two pair of wet eyes over his story; and when the poor boy saw that, there were three.
Women are creatures brimful of courage. Theirs is not exactly the same quality as manly30 courage; that would never do, hang it all; we should have to give up trampling31 on them. No; it is a vicarious courage. They never take part in a bull-fight............