‘I have come to see,’ she said,‘James Steerforth’s fancy;the girl who ran away with him,and is the town-talk of the commonest people of her native place;the bold, flaunting,practised companion of persons like James Steerforth.I want to know what such a thing is like.’
There was a rustle, as if the unhappy girl,on whom she heaped these taunts, ran towards the door,and the speaker swiftly interposed herself before it.It was succeeded by a moment’s pause.
When Miss Dartle spoke again,it was through her set teeth,and with a stamp upon the ground.
‘Stay there!’ she said, ‘or I’ll proclaim you to the house,and the whole street!If you try to evade me, I’ll stop you,if it’s by the hair,and raise the very stones against you!’
A frightened murmur was the only reply that reached my ears.A silence succeeded. I did not know what to do.Much as I desired to put an end to the interview,I felt that I had no right to present myself;that it was for Mr.Peggotty alone to see her and recover her.Would he never come?I thought impatiently.
‘So!’ said Rosa Dartle, with a contemptuous laugh, ‘I see her at last!Why, he was a poor creature to be taken by that delicate mock-modesty,and that hanging head!’
‘Oh, for Heaven’s sake, spare me!’ exclaimed Emily. ‘Whoever you are,you know my pitiable story,and for Heaven’s sake spare me,if you would be spared yourself!’
‘If I would be spared!’ returned the other fiercely;‘what is there in common between US, do you think!’
‘Nothing but our sex,’ said Emily,with a burst of tears.
‘And that,’ said Rosa Dartle, ‘is so strong a claim,preferred by one so infamous,that if I had any feeling in my breast but scorn and abhorrence of you,it would freeze it up. Our sex!You are an honour to our sex!’
‘I have deserved this,’ said Emily, ‘but it’s dreadful!Dear, dear lady, think what I have suffered,and how I am fallen!Oh, Martha, come back!Oh, home, home!’
Miss Dartle placed herself in a chair,within view of the door, and looked downward,as if Emily were crouching on the floor before her.Being now between me and the light,I could see her curled lip,and her cruel eyes intently fixed on one place,with a greedy triumph.
‘Listen to what I say!’ she said; ‘and reserve your false arts for your dupes.Do you hope to move me by your tears?No more than you could charm me by your smiles,you purchased slave.’
‘Oh, have some mercy on me!’ cried Emily. ‘Show me some compassion, or I shall die mad!’
‘It would be no great penance,’ said Rosa Dartle,‘for your crimes. Do you know what you have done?Do you ever think of the home you have laid waste?’
‘Oh, is there ever night or day,when I don’t think of it!’ cried Emily; and now I could just see her,on her knees, with her head thrown back,her pale face looking upward,her hands wildly clasped and held out,and her hair streaming about her.‘Has there ever been a single minute,waking or sleeping, when it hasn’t been before me,just as it used to be in the lost days when I turned my back upon it for ever and for ever!Oh, home, home!Oh dear, dear uncle,if you ever could have known the agony your love would cause me when I fell away from good, you never would have shown it to me so constant, much as you felt it; but would have been angry to me, at least once in my life, that I might have had some comfort!I have none, none, no comfort upon earth,for all of them were always fond of me!’ She dropped on her face,before the imperious figure in the chair,with an imploring effort to clasp the skirt of her dress.
Rosa Dartle sat looking down upon her,as inflexible as a figure of brass.Her lips were tightly compressed,as if she knew that she must keep a strong constraint upon herself--I write what I sincerely believe--or she would be tempted to strike the beautiful form with her foot. I saw her, distinctly, and the whole power of her face and character seemed forced into that expression.---Would he never come?
‘The miserable vanity of these earth-worms!’ she said, when she had so far controlled the angry heavings of her breast,that she could trust herself to speak. ‘YOUR home!Do you imagine that I bestow a thought on it,or suppose you could do any harm to that low place,which money would not pay for, and handsomely?YOUR home!You were a part of the trade of your home,and were bought and sold like any other vendible thing your people dealt in. ’
‘Oh, not that!’ cried Emily. ‘Say anything of me;but don’t visit my disgrace and shame,more than I have done,on folks who are as honourable as you!Have some respect for them, as you are a lady,if you have no mercy for me.’
‘I speak,’ she said,not deigning to take any heed of this appeal,and drawing away her dress from the contamination of Emily’s touch,‘I speak of HIS home--where I live. Here,’ she said,stretching out her hand with her contemptuous laugh,and looking down upon the prostrate girl,‘is a worthy cause of division between lady-mother and gentleman-son;of grief in a house where she wouldn’t have been admitted as a kitchen-girl;of anger, and repining, and reproach.This piece of pollution, picked up from the water-side,to be made much of for an hour,and then tossed back to her original place!’
‘No!no!’ cried Emily, clasping her hands together.‘When he first came into my way--that the day had never dawned upon me,and he had met me being carried to my grave!--I had been brought up as virtuous as you or any lady,and was going to be the wife of as good a man as you or any lady in the world can ever marry. If you live in his home and know him, you know, perhaps, what his power with a weak, vain girl might be. I don’t defend myself, but I know well, and he knows well, or he will know when he comes to die, and his mind is troubled with it, that he used all his power to deceive me, and that I believed him, trusted him, and loved him!’
Rosa Dartle sprang up from her seat; recoiled;and in recoiling struck at her,with a face of such malignity,so darkened and disfigured by passion,that I had almost thrown myself between them. The blow,which had no aim, fell upon the air.As she now stood panting,looking at her with the utmost detestation that she was capable of expressing,and trembling from head to foot with rage and scorn,I thought I had never seen such a sight,and never could see such another.
‘YOU love him?You?’ she cried, with her clenched hand,quivering as if it only wanted a weapon to stab the object of her wrath.
Emily had shrunk out of my view. There was no reply.
‘And tell that to ME,’ she added,‘with your shameful lips?Why don’t they whip these creatures?If I could order it to be done,I would have this girl whipped to death.’
And so she would, I have no doubt.I would not have trusted her with the rack itself,while that furious look lasted. She slowly,very slowly, broke into a laugh,and pointed at Emily with her hand,as if she were a sight of shame for gods and men.
‘SHE love!’ she said. ‘THAT carrion!And he ever cared for her, she’d tell me. Ha, ha!The liars that these traders are!’
Her mockery was worse than her undisguised rage.Of the two, I would have much preferred to be the object of the latter.But, when she suffered it to break loose,it was only for a moment. She had chained it up again,and however it might tear her within,she subdued it to herself.