Monday, October 1, 1832
1832
October
Monday 1
5 55/..
12
Fine morning, F 66° at 7 –
Out at 7 5/.. in the walk with Dick
breaking ashes – the only one working for me by day – and talking to
Pickles in passant – Plenty of level from Mytholm far fields to Lower brea – Could
bring the water from the clough there to the [ ] of the garden at Shibden – George Robinson to
see if the Wilkinsons would agree to let it pass thro’ their fields in an open
drain – Distance 700 yards to Lower brea – Pickles would do the road to
the house from Godley turnpike at 40/. a rood – to be covered a foot thick with
boulder broken very fine – would be 65 roods – no buried walling would be required
–
Breakfast with my father at 8 – Waited
to wish Marian a pleasant journey to Market Weighton per Highflier at 11
a.m. –
Out again at 9 1/4 – along the walk
by Lower brea and the new road to meet Miss Walker and met her near Hipperholme
lane ends at 9 50/.. – we rested in the
hut, and she being not quite strong and well (obliged to go out of afternoon church
yesterday in the middle of the service), advised her not going farther and walked
home with her –
We sat from a little past ten to ten minutes to
four, sign she was not tired of my company.
I said my aunt had questioned me and that I had really owned her
suspicions were right, that I could make a good excuse for her, Miss W, and
thought she had better call another day when both parties could be prepared to
receive each other more at ease. Said
how kind my aunt would be to her, how pleased she was, etc. etc.
Proposed her living with me at Shibden
and letting Cliff Hill. She
spoke of her great attachment to the latter. I advocated skilfully, and I think successfully,
the advantages of Shibden, and said that less money needed be laid out than she
perhaps imagined. Explained that there
would be more éclat and independence even for her at Shibden than
at Cliff Hill, and that she had but a life interest in the one and might the
same in the other. Said I expected to
have ultimately two thousand a year.
She told me it was more than she expected from my manner of speaking
before.
I then asked if she thought she could be happy enough with
me to give up all thought of ever leaving me. This led her into explaining that she had
said she would never marry, but that as she had once felt an inclination not
to keep to this, she could not yet so positively say she should never feel
the same inclination again. She should
not like to deceive me, and begged not to answer just now. I said she was quite right, praised her judiciousness,
that my esteem and admiration were only heightened by it, that no feelings of
selfishness should make me even wish my happiness rather than hers, that I would give her six months till my next
birthday (she twenty nine, twentieth May last) to make up her mind in, and
should only hope that as we saw more of each other my reasons for despair would
not increase. She thought I had given
her a long time. We then rallied each
other, she declaring she would give no answer till the time, and I maintaining
that in spite of her, I should find it out. To all my thorough love speeches of
anxiety and impatience hoping she would not think me too foolish, she
invariably replied, indeed, she did not think me foolish at all. In fact, I think I was too agreeable to be
found any fault with.
On the plea of feeling her pulse, I took her hand and held
it some time, to which she shewed no objection. In fact, we both probably felt more like
lovers than friends. Said if she felt
a quarter the regard for me I did for her I should be satisfied, but if she
ever felt half, I should me be more than happy
She
said that would come. In fact, I
think it will.
Gave her (first thing I ever did give, save the key of the
walk gate at the same time, tho first) one, the last but one I have, of the
little gold gondola brooches I bought from Venice –
I had said she had more heart and more of something like
romance than her sister. Yes, and she
told me she always thought I had a tincture of romance about me. I praised her penetration. It seems she had observed and felt my
manner of sitting by her when she called with her uncle and aunt Atkinson. I said that was done because I really could
not help it, or I should have sat by Mrs. Atkinson.
She said she had thought of me every day at Wastwater,
and could not help thinking now of the very great anxiety she somehow felt to
get home again. She had always an
idea that her thirtieth year would be a very important one. She already feels towards me she scarce knows
what, and is surely in the high road to being in love. Yes, I think she will take me. I see I must be uncommonly and
fastidiously delicate. I wanted to
hint at the propriety of her leaving me for a minute or two on our getting
to Lidgate, but she was too modest to seem to understand me at all. I see there is evidently coming on all the
shyness usual in such cases. Well, I
shall like her all the better for it and am already fairly in love myself.
Read her what Mariana said in her last about Eugénie,
and said what I had written. Much
confidential conversation. I had near
been in Spain. Might have settled
with a woman of rank and fashion and two thousand a year (alluding to Lady
Gordon), but could not make up my mind till I knew what chance I had elsewhere. Fancy all powerful, etc. etc. Yet amid all, she never let slip her own
income.
We sat from soon after ten to ten minutes to four in the
hut, then saw her home. Sat till she
had had some gruel and biscuit and wine, and walked with her almost to Cliff
Hill, so as just to avoid being seen and left her at six and a half. Thought I, she is in for it if ever girl was,
and so am I too.
Walked leisurely home by the new road. Sat a little while in the hut, and home at 6 1/2 –
Marian off this morning as intended
at 11 – A little while with my father and aunt, who seems better today – Dinner at 7 – Musing or asleep
till 9 3/4 – Sat up talking to my aunt till 11 10/.., at which hour came to my
room –
Fine day – F 66° at 11 1/2 p.m. –
WYAS
Finding Numbers SH:7/ML/E/15/0124 and SH:7/ML/E/15/0125
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