Margaret went back to Rotterdam long ere Gerard awoke, and actually left her boy behind her.She sent the faithful, sturdy Reicht off to Gouda directly with a vicar's grey frock and large felt hat, and with minute instructions how to govern her new master.
Then she went to Jorian Ketel; for she said to herself, "he is the closest I ever met, so he is the man for me," and in concert with him she did two mortal sly things; yet not, in my opinion, virulent, though she thought they were; but if I am asked what were these deeds without a name, the answer is, that as she, who was, 'but a woman,' kept them secret till her dying day, I, who am a man - "Verbum non amplius addam."She kept away from Gouda parsonage.
Things that pass little noticed in the heat of argument sometimes rankle afterwards; and when she came to go over all that had passed, she was offended at Gerard thinking she could ever forget the priest in the some time lover, "For what did be take me?" said she.And this raised a great shyness which really she would not otherwise have felt, being downright innocent, And pride sided with modesty, and whispered, "Go no more to Gouda parsonage."She left little Gerard there to complete the conquest her maternal heart ascribed to him, not to her own eloquence and sagacity, and to anchor his father for ever to humanity.
But this generous stroke of policy cost her heart dear.She had never yet been parted from her boy an hour, and she felt sadly strange as well as desolate without him.After the first day it became intolerable; and what does the poor soul do, but creep at dark up to Gouda parsonage, and lurk about the premises like a thief till she saw Reicht Heynes in the kitchen alone, Then she tapped softly at the window and said, "Reicht, for pity's sake bring him out to me unbeknown." With Margaret the person who occupied her thoughts at the time ceased to have a name, and sank to a pronoun.
Reicht soon found an excuse for taking little Gerard out, and there was a scene of mutual rapture, followed by mutual tears when mother and boy parted again.
And it was arranged that Reicht should take him half way to Rotterdam every day, at a set hour, and Margaret meet them.And at these meetings, after the raptures, and after mother and child had gambolled together like a young cat and her first kitten, the boy would sometimes amuse himself alone at their feet, and the two women generally seized this opportunity to talk very seriously about Luke Peterson, This began thus:
"Reicht," said Margaret, "I as good as promised him to marry Luke Peterson.'Say you the word,' quoth I, 'and I'll wed him.'""Poor Luke!"
"Prithee, why poor Luke?"
"To be bandied about so, atwixt yea and nay.""Why, Reicht, you have not ever been so simple as to cast an eye of affection on the boy, that you take his part?""Me?" said Reicht, with a toss of the head.
"Oh, I ask your pardon.Well, then, you can do me a good turn.""Whisht! whisper! that little darling is listening to every word, and eyes like saucers."On this both their heads would have gone under one cap.
Two women plotting against one boy? Oh, you great cowardly serpents!
But when these stolen meetings had gone on for about five days Margaret began to feel the injustice of it, and to be irritated as well as unhappy.
And she was crying about it when a cart came to her door, and in it, clean as a new penny, his beard close shaved, his hands white as snow, and a little colour in his pale face, sat the Vicar of Gouda in the grey frock and large felt hat she had sent him.
She ran upstairs directly, and washed away all traces of her tears, and put on a cap, which being just taken out of the drawer was cleaner, theoretically, than the one she had on, and came down to him.
He seized both her hands and kissed them, and a tear fell upon them.She turned her head away at that to hide her own which started.
"My sweet Margaret," he cried, "why is this? Why hold you aloof from your own good deed? we have been waiting for you every day, and no Margaret.""You said things."
"What! when I was a hermit, and a donkey.""Ay! no matter, you said things.And you had no reason.""Forget all I said there.Who hearkens the ravings of a maniac?
for I see now that in a few months more I should have been a gibbering idiot; yet no mortal could have persuaded me away but you.Oh what an outlay of wit and goodness was yours! But it is not here I can thank and bless you as I ought.No, it is in the home you have given me, among the sheep whose shepherd you have made me; already I love them dearly; there it is I must thank 'the truest friend ever man had.' So now I say to you as erst you said to me, come to Gouda manse.""Humph! we will see about that."
"Why, Margaret, think you I had ever kept the dear child so long, but that I made sure you would be back to him from day to day? Oh he curls round my very heartstrings, but what is my title to him compared to thine? Confess now, thou hast had hard thoughts of me for this.""Nay, nay, not I.Ah! thou art thyself again; wast ever thoughtful of others.I have half a mind to go to Gouda manse, for your saying that.""Come then, with half thy mind, 'tis worth the whole of other folk's.""Well, I dare say I will; but there is no such mighty hurry," said she coolly (she was literally burning to go)."Tell me first how you agree with your folk.""Why, already my poor have taken root in my heart.""I thought as much."
