'Only to those! Well, I love you just as much, Stephen, dear Stephen,' she murmured tenderly, 'I do indeed. And why should you tell me these things so impressively? What do they matter to me?'
He held her closer and proceeded: 'What do you think my father is--does for his living, that is to say?'
'He practises some profession or calling, I suppose.'
'No; he is a mason.'
'A Freemason?'
'No; a cottager and journeyman mason.'
Elfride said nothing at first. After a while she whispered: 'That is a strange idea to me. But never mind; what does it matter?'
'But aren't you angry with me for not telling you before?'
'No, not at all. Is your mother alive?'
'Yes.'
'Is she a nice lady?'
'Very--the best mother in the world. Her people had been well-to-do yeomen for centuries, but she was only a dairymaid.'
'O Stephen!' came from her in whispered exclamation.
'She continued to attend to a dairy long after my father married her,' pursued Stephen, without further hesitation. 'And I remember very well how, when I was very young, I used to go to the milking, look on at the skimming, sleep through the churning, and make believe I helped her. Ah, that was a happy time enough!'
'No, never--not happy.'
'Yes, it was.'
'I don't see how happiness could be where the drudgery of dairy-work had to be done for a living--the hands red and chapped, and the shoes clogged....Stephen, I do own that it seems odd to regard you in the light of--of--having been so rough in your youth, and done menial things of that kind.' (Stephen withdrew an inch or two from her side.) 'But I DO LOVE YOU just the same,' she continued, getting closer under his shoulder again, 'and I don't care anything about the past; and I see that you are all the worthier for having pushed on in the world in such a way.'
'It is not my worthiness; it is Knight's, who pushed me.'
'Ah, always he--always he!'
'Yes, and properly so. Now, Elfride, you see the reason of his teaching me by letter. I knew him years before he went to Oxford, but I had not got far enough in my reading for him to entertain the idea of helping me in classics till he left home. Then I was sent away from the village, and we very seldom met; but he kept up this system of tuition by correspondence with the greatest regularity. I will tell you all the story, but not now. There is nothing more to say now, beyond giving places, persons, and dates.' His voice became timidly slow at this point.