Muster Thomas Craddock,
Number 5, Crooked Arm Yard,
Cowcross Street,
City of London.
My duty to mother, but don’t say a word to father, whatever you do. Carry don’t live nowhere there, nor they don’t know her.
“Have you told your father, Fanny?”
“Not a word, sir.”
“Nor your mother?”
“Oh yes, sir. She has read the letter, and thinks I had better come to you to ask what we should do.”
“Have you got the money, Fanny?”
Fanny Brattle explained that she had in her pocket something over the sum named, but that money was so scarce with them now at the mill, that she could hardly send it without her father’s knowledge. She would not, she said, be afraid to send it and then to tell her father afterwards. The Vicar considered the matter for some time, standing with the open letter in his hand, and then he gave his advice.
“Come into the house, Fanny,” he said, “and write a line to your brother, and then get a money order at the post-office for four pounds, and send it to your brother; and tell him that I lend it to him till times shall be better with him. Do not give him your father’s money without your father’s leave. Sam will pay me some day, unless I be mistaken in him.”
Then Fanny Brattle with many grateful thanks did as the Vicar bade her.
XXXIX
The Three Honest Men
The Vicar of Bullhampton was—a “good sort of fellow.” In praise of him to this extent it is hoped that the reader will cordially agree. But it cannot be denied that he was the most imprudent of men. He had done very much that was imprudent in respect to the Marquis of Trowbridge; and since he had been at Bullhampton had been imprudent in nearly everything that he had done regarding the Brattles. He was well aware that the bold words which he had spoken to the Marquis had been dragon’s teeth sown by himself, and that they had sprung up from the ground in the shape of the odious brick building which now stood immediately in face of his own Vicarage gate. Though he would smile and be droll, and talk to the workmen, he hated that building quite as bitterly as did his wife. And now, in regard to the Brattles, there came upon him a great trouble. About a week after he had lent the four pounds to Fanny on Sam’s behalf, there came to him a dirty note from Salisbury, written by Sam himself, in which he was told that Carry Brattle was now at the Three Honest Men, a public-house in one of the suburbs of the city, waiting there till Mr. Fenwick should find a home for her—in accordance with his promise given to her brother. Sam, in his letter, had gone on to explain that it would be well that Mr. Fenwick should visit the Three Honest Men speedily, as otherwise there would be a bill there which neither Carry nor Sam would be able to defray. Poor Sam’s letter was bald, and they who did not understand his position might have called it bold. He wrote to the Vicar as though the Vicar’s coming to Salisbury for the required purpose was a matter of course; and demanded a home for his sister without any reference to her future mode of life, or power of earning her bread, as though it was the Vicar’s manifest duty to provide such home. And then that caution in regard to the bill was rather a threat than anything else. If you don’t take her quickly from the Three Honest Men there’ll be the very mischief of a bill for you to pay. That was the meaning of the caution, and so the Vicar understood it.
But Mr. Fenwick, though he was imprudent, was neither unreasonable nor unintelligent. He had told Sam Brattle that he would provide a home for Carry, if Sam would find his sister and induce her to accept the offer. Sam had gone to work, and had done his part. Having done it, he was right to claim from the Vicar his share of the performance. And then, was it not a matter of course that Carry, when found, should be without means to pay her own expenses? Was it to be supposed that a girl in her position would have money by her. And had not Mr. Fenwick known the truth about their poverty when he had given those four pounds to Fanny Brattle to be sent up to Sam in London? Mr. Fenwick was both reasonable and intelligent as to all this; and, though he felt that he was in trouble, did not for a moment think of denying his responsibility, or evading the performance of his promise. He must find a home for poor Carry, and pay any bill at the Three Honest Men which he might find standing there in her name.
Of course he told his trouble to his wife; and of course he was scolded for the promise he had given. “But, my dear Frank, if for her, why not for others; and how is it possible?”
“For her and not for others, because she is an old friend, a neighbour’s child, and one of the parish.” That question was easily answered.
“But how is it possible, Frank? Of course one would do anything that it is possible to save her. What I mean is, that one would do it for all of them, if only it were possible.”
“If you can do it for one, will not even that be much?”
“But what is to be done? Who will take her? Will she go into a reformatory?”
“I fear not.”
“There are so many, and I do not know how they are to be treated except in a
