The Way We Live Now

Anthony Trollope

• Publisher: Start Publishing LLC
• Year: 2013
• eBook ISBN: 9781625581549
• Topic: Literature
• Subtopic: Classics
• Index: Literature

Augustus Melmotte is a foreign-born financier with a mysterious past. When he moves his business and his family to London, the city's upper crust begins buzzing with rumors about him, and a host of characters ultimately find their lives changed because of him. He sets out to woo rich and powerful investors by hosting a lavish party. Whilst Melmotte is carrying out his financial shenanigans, Paul Montague is the one person who is a thorn in his side.

John Crumb

Sir Felix Carbury made an appointment for meeting Ruby Ruggles a second time at the bottom of the kitchen-garden belonging to Sheep’s Acre farm, which appointment he neglected, and had, indeed, made without any intention of keeping it. But Ruby was there, and remained hanging about among the cabbages till her grandfather returned from Harlestone market. An early hour had been named; but hours may be mistaken, and Ruby had thought that a fine gentleman, such as was her lover, used to live among fine people up in London, might well mistake the afternoon for the morning. If he would come at all she could easily forgive such a mistake. But he did not come, and late in the afternoon she was obliged to obey her grandfather’s summons as he called her into the house.

After that for three weeks she heard nothing of her London lover, but she was always thinking of him;—and though she could not altogether avoid her country lover, she was in his company as little as possible. One afternoon her grandfather returned from Bungay and told her that her country lover was coming to see her. ‘John Crumb be a coming over by-and-by,’ said the old man. ‘See and have a bit o’ supper ready for him.’

‘John Crumb coming here, grandfather? He’s welcome to stay away then, for me.’

‘That be dommed.’ The old man thrust his old hat on to his head and seated himself in a wooden arm-chair that stood by the kitchen-fire. Whenever he was angry he put on his hat, and the custom was well understood by Ruby. ‘Why not welcome, and he all one as your husband? Look ye here, Ruby, I’m going to have an eend o’ this. John Crumb is to marry you next month, and the banns is to be said.’

‘The parson may say what he pleases, grandfather. I can’t stop his saying of ‘em. It isn’t likely I shall try, neither. But no parson among ‘em all can marry me without I’m willing.’

‘And why should you no be willing, you contrairy young jade, you?’

‘You’ve been a’drinking, grandfather.’

He turned round at her sharp, and threw his old hat at her head;— nothing to Ruby’s consternation, as it was a practice to which she was well accustomed. She picked it up, and returned it to him with a cool indifference which was intended to exasperate him. ‘Look ye here, Ruby,’ he said, ‘out o’ this place you go. If you go as John Crumb’s wife you’ll go with five hun’erd pound, and we’ll have a dinner here, and a dance, and all Bungay.’

‘Who cares for all Bungay,—a set of beery chaps as knows nothing but swilling and smoking;—and John Crumb the main of ‘em all? There never was a chap for beer like John Crumb.’

‘Never saw him the worse o’ liquor in all my life.’ And the old farmer, as he gave this grand assurance, rattled his fist down upon the table.

‘It ony just makes him stoopider and stoopider the more he swills. You can’t tell me, grandfather, about John Crumb, I knows him.’

‘Didn’t ye say as how ye’d have him? Didn’t ye give him a promise?’

‘If I did, I ain’t the first girl as has gone back of her word,—and I shan’t be the last.’

‘You means you won’t have him?’

‘That’s about it, grandfather.’

‘Then you’ll have to have somebody to fend for ye, and that pretty sharp,—for you won’t have me.’

‘There ain’t no difficulty about that, grandfather.’

‘Very well. He’s a coming here to-night, and you may settle it along wi’ him. Out o’ this ye shall go. I know of your doings.’

‘What doings! You don’t know of no doings. There ain’t no doings. You don’t know nothing ag’in me.’

‘He’s a coming here to-night, and if you can make it up wi’ him, well and good. There’s five hun’erd pound, and ye shall have the dinner and dance and all Bungay. He ain’t a going to be put off no longer;—he ain’t.’

‘Whoever wanted him to be put on? Let him go his own gait.’

‘If you can’t make it up wi’ him—‘

‘Well, grandfather, I shan’t anyways.’

‘Let me have my say, will ye, yer jade, you? There’s five hun’erd pound! and there ain’t ere a farmer in Suffolk or Norfolk paying rent for a bit of land like this can do as well for his darter as that,—let alone only a granddarter. You never thinks o’ that;—you don’t. If you don’t like to take it,—leave it. But you’ll leave Sheep’s Acre too.’

‘Bother Sheep’s Acre. Who wants to stop at Sheep’s Acre? It’s the stoopidest place in all England.’

‘Then find another. Then find another. That’s all aboot it. John Crumb’s a coming up for a bit o’ supper. You tell him your own mind. I’m dommed if I trouble aboot it. On’y you don’t stay here. Sheep’s Acre ain’t good enough for you, and you’d best find another home. Stoopid, is it? You’ll have to put up wi’ places stoopider nor Sheep’s Acre, afore you’ve done.’

In regard to the hospitality promised to Mr Crumb, Miss Ruggles went about her work with sufficient alacrity. She was quite willing that the young man should have a supper, and she did understand that, so far as the preparation of the supper went, she owed her service to her grandfather. She therefore went to work herself, and gave directions to the servant girl who assisted her in keeping her grandfather’s house. But as she did this, she determined that she would make John Crumb understand that she would never be his wife. Upon that she was now fully resolved. As she went about the kitchen, taking down the ham and cutting the slices that were to be broiled, and as she trussed the fowl that was to be boiled for John Crumb, she made mental comparisons between him and Sir Felix Carbury. She could see, as though present to her at the moment, the mealy, floury head of the one, with hair stiff with perennial dust from his sacks, and the sweet glossy dark well-combed locks of the other, so bright, so seductive, that she was ever longing to twine her fingers among them. And she remembered the heavy, flat, broad honest face of the mealman, with his mouth slow in motion, and his broad nose looking like a huge white promontory, and his great staring eyes, from the corners of which he was always extracting meal and grit;—and then also she remembered the white teeth, the beautiful soft lips, the perfect eyebrows, and the rich complexion of her London lover. Surely a lease of Paradise with the one, though but for one short year, would be well purchased at the price of a life with the other! ‘It’s no good going against love,’ she said to herself, ‘and I won’t try. He shall have his supper, and be told all about it, and then go home. He cares more for his supper than he do for me.’ And then, with this final resolution firmly made, she popped the fowl into the pot. Her grandfather wanted her to leave Sheep’s Acre. Very well. She had a little money of her own, and would take herself off to London. She knew what people would say, but she cared nothing for old women’s tales. She would know how to take care of herself, and could always say in her own defence that her grandfather had turned her out of Sheep’s Acre.

Seven had been the hour named, and punctually at that hour John Crumb knocked at the back door of Sheep’s Acre farm-house. Nor did he come alone. He was accompanied by his friend Joe Mixet, the baker of Bungay, who, as all Bungay knew, was to be his best man at his marriage. John Crumb’s character was not without any fine attributes. He could earn money,—and having earned it could spend and keep it in fair proportion. He was afraid of no work, and,—to give him his due,— was afraid of no man. He was honest, and ashamed of nothing that he did. And after his fashion he had chivalrous ideas about women. He was willing to thrash any man that ill-used a woman, and would certainly be a most dangerous antagonist to any man who would misuse a woman belonging to him. But Ruby had told the truth of him in saying that he was slow of speech, and what the world calls stupid in regard to all forms of expression. He knew good meal from bad as well as any man, and the price at which he could buy it so as to leave himself a fair profit at the selling. He knew the value of a clear conscience, and without much argument had discovered for himself that honesty is in truth the best policy. Joe Mixet, who was dapper of person and glib of tongue, had often declared that any one buying John Crumb for a fool would lose his money. Joe Mixet was probably right; but there had been a want of prudence, a lack of worldly sagacity, in the way in which Crumb had allowed his proposed marriage with Ruby Ruggles to become a source of gossip to all Bungay. His love was now an old affair; and, though he never talked much, whenever he did talk, he talked about that. He was proud of Ruby’s beauty, and of her fortune, and of his own status as her acknowledged lover,—and he did not hide his light under a bushel. Perhaps the publicity so produced had some effect in prejudicing Ruby against the man whose offer she had certainly once accepted. Now when he came to settle the day,—having heard more than once or twice that there was a difficulty with Ruby,—he brought his friend Mixet with him as though to be present at his triumph. ‘If here isn’t Joe Mixet,’ said Ruby to herself. ‘Was there ever such a stoopid as John Crumb? There’s no end to his being stoopid.’

The old man had slept off his anger and his beer while Ruby had been preparing the feast, and now roused himself to entertain his guests. ‘What, Joe Mixet; is that thou? Thou’rt welcome. Come in, man. Well, John, how is it wi’ you? Ruby’s stewing o’ something for us to eat a bit. Don’t e’ smell it?’—John Crumb lifted up his great nose, sniffed and grinned.

‘John didn’t like going home in the dark like,’ said the baker, with his little joke. ‘So I just come along to drive away the bogies.’

‘The more the merrier;—the more the merrier. Ruby’ll have enough for the two o’ you, I’ll go bail. So John Crumb’s afraid of bogies;—is he? The more need he to have some ‘un in his house to scart ‘em away.’

The lover had seated himself without speaking a word; but now he was instigated to ask a question. ‘Where be she, Muster Ruggles?’ They were seated in the outside or front kitchen, in which the old man and his granddaughter always lived; while Ruby was at work in the back kitchen. As John Crumb asked this question she could be heard distinctly among the pots and the plates. She now came out, and wiping her hands on her apron, shook hands with the two young men. She had enveloped herself in a big household apron when the cooking was in hand, and had not cared to take it off for the greeting of this lover. ‘Grandfather said as how you was a coming out for your supper, so I’ve been a seeing to it. You’ll excuse the apron, Mr Mixet.’

‘You couldn’t look nicer, miss, if you was to try ever so. My mother says as it’s housifery as recommends a girl to the young men. What do you say, John?’

‘I loiks to see her loik o’ that,’ said John rubbing his hands down the back of his trowsers, and stooping till he had brought his eyes down to a level with those of his sweetheart.

‘It looks homely; don’t it John?’ said Mixet.

‘Bother!’ said Ruby, turning round sharp, and going back to the other kitchen. John Crumb turned round also, and grinned at his friend, and then grinned at the old man.

‘You’ve got it all afore you,’ said the farmer,—leaving the lover to draw what lesson he might from this oracular proposition.

‘And I don’t care how soon I ha’e it in hond;—that I don’t,’ said John.

‘That’s the chat,’ said Joe Mixet. ‘There ain’t nothing wanting in his house;—is there, John? It’s all there,—cradle, caudle-cup, and the rest of it. A young woman going to John knows what she’ll have to eat when she gets up, and what she’ll lie down upon when she goes to bed.’ This he declared in a loud voice for the benefit of Ruby in the back kitchen.

‘That she do,’ said John, grinning again. ‘There’s a hun’erd and fifty poond o’ things in my house forbye what mother left behind her.’

After this there was no more conversation till Ruby reappeared with the boiled fowl, and without her apron. She was followed by the girl with a dish of broiled ham and an enormous pyramid of cabbage. Then the old man got up slowly and opening some private little door of which he kept the key in his breeches pocket, drew a jug of ale and placed it on the table. And from a cupboard of which he also kept the key, he brought out a bottle of gin. Everything being thus prepared, the three men sat round the table, John Crumb looking at his chair again and again before he ventured to occupy it. ‘If you’ll sit yourself down, I’ll give you a bit of something to eat,’ said Ruby at last. Then he sank at once into has chair. Ruby cut up the fowl standing, and dispensed the other good things, not even placing a chair for herself at the table,—and apparently not expected to do so, for no one invited her. ‘Is it to be spirits or ale, Mr Crumb?’ she said, when the other two men had helped themselves. He turned round and gave her a look of love that might have softened the heart of an Amazon; but instead of speaking he held up his tumbler, and bobbed his head at the beer jug. Then she filled it to the brim, frothing it in the manner in which he loved to have it frothed. He raised it to his mouth slowly, and poured the liquor in as though to a vat. Then she filled it again. He had been her lover, and she would be as kind to him as she knew how,—short of love.

There was a good deal of eating done, for more ham came in, and another mountain of cabbage; but very little or nothing was said. John Crumb ate whatever was given to him of the fowl, sedulously picking the bones, and almost swallowing them; and then finished the second dish of ham, and after that the second instalment of cabbage. He did not ask for more beer, but took it as often as Ruby replenished his glass. When the eating was done, Ruby retired into the back kitchen, and there regaled herself with some bone or merry-thought of the fowl, which she had with prudence reserved, sharing her spoils however with the other maiden. This she did standing, and then went to work, cleaning the dishes. The men lit their pipes and smoked in silence, while Ruby went through her domestic duties. So matters went on for half an hour; during which Ruby escaped by the back door, went round into the house, got into her own room, and formed the grand resolution of going to bed. She began her operations in fear and trembling, not being sure that her grandfather would bring the man upstairs to her. As she thought of this she stayed her hand, and looked to the door. She knew well that there was no bolt there. It would be terrible to her to be invaded by John Crumb after his fifth or sixth glass of beer. And, she declared to herself, that should he come he would be sure...

Table of contents

• Cover
• Title Page
• Copyright Page
• Table of Contents
• Three Editors
• The Carbury Family
• The Beargarden
• Madame Melmotte’s Ball
• After the Ball
• Roger Carbury and Paul Montague
• Mentor
• Love-sick
• The Great Railway to Vera Cruz
• Mr Fisker’s Success
• Lady Carbury at Home
• Sir Felix in His Mother’s House
• The Longestaffes
• Carbury Manor
• ‘You Should Remember That I Am His Mother’
• The Bishop and the Priest
• Marie Melmotte Hears a Love Tale
• Ruby Ruggles Hears a Love Tale
• Hetta Carbury Hears a Love Tale
• Lady Pomona’s Dinner Party
• Everybody Goes to Them
• Lord Nidderdale’s Morality
• ‘Yes I’m a Baronet’
• Miles Grendall’s Triumph
• In Grosvenor Square
• Mrs Hurtle
• Mrs Hurtle Goes to the Play
• Dolly Longestaffe Goes into the City
• Miss Melmotte’s Courage
• Mr Melmotte’s Promise
• Mr Broune Has Made up His Mind
• Lady Monogram
• John Crumb
• Ruby Ruggles Obeys Her Grandfather
• Melmotte’s Glory
• Mr Broune’s Perils
• The Board-room
• Paul Montague’s Troubles
• ‘I Do Love Him’
• ‘Unanimity Is the Very Soul of These Things’
• All Prepared
• ‘Can You Be Ready in Ten Minutes?’
• The City Road
• The Coming Election
• Mr Melmotte Is Pressed for Time
• Roger Carbury and His Two Friends
• Mrs Hurtle at Lowestoft
• Ruby a Prisoner
• Sir Felix Makes Himself Ready
• The Journey to Liverpool
• Which Shall it Be?
• The Results of Love and Wine
• A Day in the City
• The India Office
• Clerical Charities
• Father Barham Visits London
• Lord Nidderdale Tries His Hand Again
• Mr Squercum Is Employed
• The Dinner
• Miss Longestaffe’s Lover
• Lady Monogram Prepares for the Party
• The Party
• Mr Melmotte on the Day of the Election
• The Election
• Miss Longestaffe Writes Home
• ‘So Shall Be My Enmity’
• Sir Felix Protects His Sister
• Miss Melmotte Declares Her Purpose
• Melmotte in Parliament
• Sir Felix Meddles with Many Matters
• John Crumb Falls into Trouble
• ‘Ask Himself’
• Marie’s Fortune
• Melmotte Makes a Friend
• In Bruton Street
• Hetta and Her Lover
• Another Scene in Bruton Street
• Miss Longestaffe Again at Caversham
• The Brehgert Correspondence
• Ruby Prepares for Service
• Mr Cohenlupe Leaves London
• Marie’s Perseverance
• Melmotte Again at the House
• Paul Montague’s Vindication
• Breakfast in Berkeley Square
• The Meeting in Bruton Street
• Down at Carbury
• The Inquest
• ‘The Wheel of Fortune’
• Hetta’s Sorrow
• The Rivals
• Hamilton K. Fisker Again
• A True Lover
• John Crumb’s Victory
• The Longestaffe Marriages
• Where ‘The Wild Asses Quench Their Thirst’
• Mrs Hurtle’s Fate
• Marie Melmotte’s Fate
• Lady Carbury and Mr Broune
• Down in Suffolk