"You have to have an old aunt to look after you anyway--an ugly old aunt.I wouldn't have an old aunt always hanging over me--'Now,Jeremy dear--''Blow your nose,Jeremy dear--''Wipe your feet,Jeremy dear.'Look at the things she wears and the way she walks.If I did have to have an aunt always I'd have a decent one,not an old clothes bag."What happened to Jeremy at the moment?Did he recollect that only a few hours before he had been hating Aunt Amy with a fine frenzy of hatred?For nearly a week he had been chafing under her restraint,combating her commands,defying her orders.He had been seeing her as everything that the Dean's Ernest had but now been calling her.
Now he only saw her as someone to be defended,someone who was his,someone even who depended on him for support.He would have challenged a whole world of Deans in her defence.
He said something,but no one could hear his words;then he sprang upon the startled Ernest.
It was not a very distinguished combat;it was Jeremy's first battle,and he knew at that time nothing of the science of fighting.
The Dean's Ernest,in spite of his term at school,also knew nothing--and the Dean's Ernest was a coward.
It lasted but a short while,for Mary,after the first pause of horrified amazement (aware only that Ernest was twice as big as her Jeremy),ran to appeal to authority.Jeremy himself was aware neither of time nor prudence.He realised immediately that Ernest was a coward,and this realisation filled him with joy and happiness.He had seized Ernest by his long yellow neck,and,with his other hand,he struck at eyes and cheeks and nose.He did not secure much purchase for his blows because their bodies were very close against one another,but he felt the soft flesh yield and suddenly something wet against his hand which must,he knew,be blood.And all the time he was thinking to himself:"I'll teach him to say things about Aunt Amy!Aunt Amy's mine!I'll teach him!He shan't touch Aunt Amy!He shan't touch Aunt Amy!"Ernest meanwhile kicked and kicked hard;he also tried to bite Jeremy's hand and also to pull his hair.But his own terror handicapped him;every inch of his body was alarmed,and that alarm prevented the freedom of his limbs.Then when he felt the blood from his nose trickle on to his cheek his resistance was at an end;panic flooded over him like water.He broke away and flung himself howling on to the ground,kicking his legs and screaming:
"It isn't fair!He's bitten me!Take him away!Take him away!"Jeremy himself was no beautiful sight.His hair was wild,his white navy collar crumpled and soiled,the buttons of his tunic torn,his stocking down,and his legs already displaying purple bruises.But he did not care;he was well now;he was no longer unhappy.
He had beaten Ernest and he was a man;he had risen victorious from his first fight,and Authority might storm as it pleased.Authority soon arrived,and there were,of course,many cries and exclamations.Ernest was led away still howling;Jeremy,stubborn,obstinate,and silent,was also led away.A disgraceful incident.
Aunt Amy,of course,was disgusted.Couldn't leave the boy alone one minute but he must misbehave himself,upset the party,be the little ruffian that he always was.She had always said that his mother spoiled him,and here were the fruits of that foolishness.How could she ever say enough to Miss Maddison?Her delightful party completely ruined!Shocking!Shocking!Too terrible!
And Ernest,such a quiet,well-behaved little boy as a rule.It must have been Jeremy who.
While they were waiting in the decent dusk of Miss Maddison's sitting-room for a cleaned and chastened Jeremy,Mary touched her aunt's arm and whispered in her nervous voice:
"Aunt Amy--Jeremy hit Ernest because he said rude things about you.""About me!Nonsense,child."
"No,but it was,really.Ernest said horrid things about you,and then Jeremy hit him.""About me?What things?"
"That you were ugly,"eagerly continued Mary--never a tactful child,and intent now only upon Jeremy's reputation--"and wore ugly clothes and horrid things.He did really.I heard it all."Aunt Amy was deeply moved.Her conceit,her abnormal all-embracing conceit was wounded--yes,even by so insignificant a creature as the Dean's Ernest;but she was also unexpectedly touched.She would have greatly preferred not to be touched,but there it was,she could not help herself.She did not know that,in all her life before,anyone had ever fought for her,and that now of all champions in the world fate should have chosen Jeremy,who was,she had supposed,her enemy--never her defender!
And that horrid child of the Dean--she had always disliked him,with his long yellow neck and watery eyes!How dared he say such things about her!He had always been rude to her.She remembered once--Jeremy arrived,washed,brushed,and obstinate.He would,of course,be scolded to within an inch of his life,and he did not care.He had seen the Dean's Ernest howling and kicking on the ground;he had soiled his straw hat for him,dirtied his stiff white collar for him,and made his nose bleed.He glared at his aunt (one eye was rapidly disappearing beneath a blue bruise),and he was proud,triumphant,and very tired.
Farewells were made--again many apologies--"Nothing,I assure you,nothing.Boys will be boys,I know,"from Miss Maddison.
Then they were seated in the jingle,Jeremy next to Aunt Amy,awaiting his scolding.It did not come.Aunt Amy tried;she knew what she should say.She should be very angry,disgusted,ashamed.
She could not be any of these things.That horrid boy had insulted her.She was touched and proud as she had never been touched and proud in her life before.
Jeremy waited,and then as nothing came his weariness grew upon him.
As the old fat pony jogged along,as the evening colours of street and sky danced before him,sleep came nearer and nearer.
He nodded,recovered,nodded and nodded again.His body pressed closer to Aunt Amy's,leaned against her.His head rested upon her shoulder.
After a moment's pause she put her arm round him--so,holding him,she stared,defiantly and crossly,upon the world.
