"People are becoming vastly sharp," said Mr.Petulengro; "and I am told that all the old-fashioned good-tempered constables are going to be set aside, and a paid body of men to be established, who are not to permit a tramper or vagabond on the roads of England; - and talking of roads, puts me in mind of a strange story I heard two nights ago, whilst drinking some beer at a public-house in company with my cousin Sylvester.I had asked Tawno to go, but his wife would not let him.Just opposite me, smoking their pipes, were a couple of men, something like engineers, and they were talking of a wonderful invention which was to make a wonderful alteration in England; inasmuch as it would set aside all the old roads, which in a little time would be ploughed up, and sowed with corn, and cause all England to be laid down with iron roads, on which people would go thundering along in vehicles, pushed forward by fire and smoke.Now, brother, when I heard this, I did not feel very comfortable; for I thought to myself, what a queer place such a road would be to pitch one's tent upon, and how impossible it would be for one's cattle to find a bite of grass upon it;and I thought likewise of the danger to which one's family would be exposed in being run over and severely scorched by these same flying fiery vehicles; so I made bold to say, that I hoped such an invention would never be countenanced, because it was likely to do a great deal of harm.Whereupon, one of the men, giving me a glance, said, without taking the pipe out of his mouth, that for his part, he sincerely hoped that it would take effect; and if it did no other good than stopping the rambles of gypsies, and other like scamps, it ought to be encouraged.Well, brother, feeling myself insulted, I put my hand into my pocket, in order to pull out money, intending to challenge him to fight for a five-shilling stake, but merely found sixpence, having left all my other money at the tent; which sixpence was just sufficient to pay for the beer which Sylvester and myself were drinking, of whom I couldn't hope to borrow anything - 'poor as Sylvester' being a by-word amongst us.So, not being able to back myself, I held my peace, and let the Gorgio have it all his own way, who, after turning up his nose at me, went on discoursing about the said invention, saying what a fund of profit it would be to those who knew how to make use of it, and should have the laying down of the new roads, and the shoeing of England with iron.And after he had said this, and much more of the same kind, which I cannot remember, he and his companion got up and walked away; and presently I and Sylvester got up and walked to our camp; and there I lay down in my tent by the side of my wife, where I had an ugly dream of having camped upon an iron road; my tent being overturned by a flying vehicle; my wife's leg injured; and all my affairs put into great confusion.""Now, madam," said Mrs.Petulengro, "I have braided your hair in our fashion: you look very beautiful, madam; more beautiful, if possible, than before." Belle now rose, and came forward with her tire-woman.Mr.Petulengro was loud in his applause, but I said nothing, for I did not think Belle was improved in appearance by having submitted to the ministry of Mrs.Petulengro's hand.Nature never intended Belle to appear as a gypsy; she had made her too proud and serious.A more proper part for her was that of a heroine, a queenly heroine, - that of Theresa of Hungary, for example;or, better still, that of Brynhilda the Valkyrie, the beloved of Sigurd, the serpent-killer, who incurred the curse of Odin, because, in the tumult of spears, she sided with the young king, and doomed the old warrior to die, to whom Odin had promised victory.
Belle looked at me for a moment in silence; then turning to Mrs.Petulengro, she said, "You have had your will with me;are you satisfied?" "Quite so, madam," said Mrs.Petulengro, "and I hope you will be so too, as soon as you have looked in the glass." "I have looked in one already," said Belle; "and the glass does not flatter." "You mean the face of the young rye," said Mrs.Petulengro; "never mind him, madam; the young rye, though he knows a thing or two, is not a university, nor a person of universal wisdom.I assure you, that you never looked so well before; and I hope that, from this moment, you will wear your hair in this way." "And who is to braid it in this way?" said Belle, smiling."I, madam," said Mrs.
Petulengro; "I will braid it for you every morning, if you will but be persuaded to join us.Do so, madam, and I think, if you did, the young rye would do so too." "The young rye is nothing to me, nor I to him," said Belle; "we have stayed some time together; but our paths will soon be apart.Now, farewell, for I am about to take a journey." "And you will go out with your hair as I have braided it," said Mrs.
Petulengro; "if you do, everybody will be in love with you.""No," said Belle; "hither-to I have allowed you to do what you please, but henceforth I shall have my own way.Come, come," said she, observing that the gypsy was about to speak, "we have had enough of nonsense; whenever I leave this hollow, it will be wearing my hair in my own fashion.""Come, wife," said Mr.Petulengro; "we will no longer intrude upon the rye and rawnie; there is such a thing as being troublesome." Thereupon Mr.Petulengro and his wife took their leave, with many salutations."Then you are going?"said I, when Belle and I were left alone."Yes," said Belle;"I am going on a journey; my affairs compel me." "But you will return again?" said I."Yes," said Belle, "I shall return once more." "Once more," said I; "what do you mean by once more? The Petulengros will soon be gone, and will you abandon me in this place?" "You were alone here," said Belle, "before I came, and I suppose, found it agreeable, or you would not have stayed in it." "Yes," said I, "that was before I knew you; but having lived with you here, I should be very loth to live here without you." "Indeed," said Belle; "I did not know that I was of so much consequence to you.Well, the day is wearing away - I must go and harness Traveller to the cart." "I will do that," said I, "or anything else you may wish me.Go and prepare yourself; Iwill see after Traveller and the cart." Belle departed to her tent, and I set about performing the task I had undertaken.In about half-an-hour Belle again made her appearance - she was dressed neatly and plainly.Her hair was no longer in the Roman fashion, in which Pakomovna had plaited it, but was secured by a comb; she held a bonnet in her hand."Is there anything else I can do for you?" Idemanded."There are two or three bundles by my tent, which you can put into the cart," said Belle.I put the bundles into the cart, and then led Traveller and the cart up the winding path to the mouth of the dingle, near which was Mr.
Petulengro's encampment.Belle followed.At the top, Idelivered the reins into her hands; we looked at each other stedfastly for some time.Belle then departed, and Ireturned to the dingle, where, seating myself on my stone, Iremained for upwards of an hour in thought.
