I NEVER in my life passed so gloomy a Christmas as that of 1812. We killed a goose as usual, and there was the usual seasoned pudding and plum pudding, and Faith and Mary made a bit of a show with the holly and the mistletoe. But it was no use. We couldn’t brighten up our hearts nor take our thoughts from the Special Commission which was to sit at York in the fore–end of January to try the Luds. Even our neighbours felt we could be in no mood for rejoicing, and neither the Church singers nor the Powle Moor lot came near us, and as for wishing each other a merry Christmas the farce would have been too ghastly.
It was arranged that my father, Mr. Webster and I should go to York for the trial, and at the last moment Faith pleaded for leave to accompany us. I wanted Mary to go too, but she was very decided in her refusal. She wasn’t going to leave her aunt alone these long wintry nights, she said, tho’ I don’t think that was the real reason, for was there not Martha? I wonder if women ever give the real reasons for their actions. Why should Faith make a point of going, I asked myself, and Mary demand to be left at home. On the first point Mary herself enlightened me, being more ready to speak of Faith’s actions than her own.
“It’s plain enough why she wants to show George a kindness now,” said Mary.
“Aye?”
“Can’t ta see her heart’s reproaching itself? She were more nor hauf i’ love wi’ George, an’ no doubt thowt she could never fancy another.”
“Well?”
“An’ if there’s one thing more nor another a woman sets store by, it’s her own constancy.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes, and indeed. And now Faith feels herself slipping, an’ she’s going to try to make it up to George for a treachery he’ll never know of by sitting through the trial. It’s noan so much to please him as to satisfy hersen.”
Anyhow it was my father and Faith and Mr. Webster and myself that the Cornwallis took up at ten of the clock one morning in January at the sign of the Rose and Crown in Huddersfield. We might have joined it in Slaithwaite on its way through the village from Manchester, but we wanted to have as little talk and stir as possible. Mr. Blackburn’s clerk had got us decent lodgings near the Castle with a widow woman who made a living by letting her rooms to witnesses attending the Assizes, and whose whole talk was of the counsellors she had heard plead. She was pleased to express her satisfaction when she learned we had secured Mr. Brougham to defend George.