`I don't know what he could have again ' the lad,' said Mrs Tulliver, with a slight touch of motherly indignation, `a nice fresh-skinned lad as anybody need wish to see.'
`But there's one thing I'm thinking on,' said Mr Tulliver, turning his head on one side and looking at Mr Riley, after a long perusal of the carpet.
`Wouldn't a parson be a'most too high-learnt to bring up a lad to be a man o' business? My notion o' the parsons was as they'd got a sort o' learning as lay mostly out o' sight.And that isn't what I want for Tom.I want him to know figures, and write like print, and see into things quick, and know what folks mean, and how to wrap things up in words as aren't actionable.
It's an uncommon fine thing, that is,' concluded Mr Tulliver, shaking his head, `when you can let a man know what you think of him without paying for it.'
`O my dear Tulliver,' said Mr Riley, `you're quite under a mistake about the clergy: all the best schoolmasters are of the clergy.The schoolmasters who are not clergymen, are a very low set of men generally'...
`Ay, that Jacobs is, at the 'Cademy,' interposed Mr Tulliver.
`To be sure - men who have failed in other trades, most likely.Now a clergyman is a gentleman by profession and education: and besides that, he has the knowledge that will ground a boy, and prepare him for entering on any career with credit.There may be some clergymen who are mere bookmen;but you may depend upon it, Stelling is not one of them - a man that's wide awake, let me tell you.Drop him a hint and that's enough.You talk of figures, now: you have only to say to Stelling, `I want my son to be a thorough arithmetician,' and you may leave the rest to him.'
Mr Riley paused a moment, while Mr Tulliver, somewhat reassured as to clerical tutorship, was inwardly rehearsing to an imaginary Mr Stelling the statement, `I want my son to know 'rethmetic.'
`You see, my dear Tulliver,' Mr Riley continued, `when you get a thoroughly educated man, like Stelling, he's at no loss to take up any branch of instruction.
When a workman knows the use of his tools, he can make a door as well as a window.'
`Ay, that's true,' said Mr Tulliver, almost convinced now that the clergy must be the best of schoolmasters.
`Well, I'll tell you what I'll do for you,' said Mr Riley, `and I wouldn't do it for everybody.I'll see Stelling's father-in-law or drop him a line when I get back to Mudport to say that you wish to place your boy with his son-in-law, and I daresay Stelling will write to you, and send you his terms.'
`But there's no hurry, is there?' said Mrs Tulliver, `for I hope, Mr Tulliver, you won't let Tom begin at his new school before Midsummer.He began at the 'Cademy at the Ladyday quarter, and you see what good's come of it.'
`Ay, ay, Bessy, never brew wi' bad malt upo' Michaelmas day, else you'll have a poor tap,' said Mr Tulliver, winking and smiling at Mr Riley with the natural pride of a man who has a buxom wife conspicuously his inferior in intellect.`But it's true there's no hurry - you've hit it there, Bessy.'
`It might be as well not to defer the arrangement too long,' said Mr Riley, quietly, `for Stelling may have propositions from other parties, and I know he would not take more than two or three boarders, if so many.
If I were you, I think I would enter on the subject with Stelling at once:
there's no necessity for sending the boy before Midsummer, but I would be on the safe side, and make sure that nobody forestalls you.'
`Ay, there's summat i' that,' said Mr Tulliver.
`Father,' broke in Maggie, who had stolen unperceived to her father's elbow again, listening with parted lips, while she held her doll topsy-turvy and crushed its nose against the wood of the chair, `Father, is it a long way off where Tom is to go? Shan't we ever go to see him?'
`I don't know, my wench,' said the father, tenderly.`Ask Mr Riley, he knows.'
`Maggie came round promptly in front of Mr Riley, and said, `How far is it, please Sir?'
`O a long way off,' that gentleman answered, being of opinion that children when they are not naughty, should always be spoken to jocosely.`You must borrow the seven-leagued boots to get to him.'
`That's nonsense!' said Maggie, tossing her head haughtily and turning away with the tears springing in her eyes.She began to dislike Mr Riley:
it was evident he thought her silly and of no consequence.
`Hush, Maggie, for shame of you, asking questions and chattering,' said her mother.`Come and sit down on your little stool and hold your tongue, do.But,' added Mrs Tulliver, who had her own alarm awakened, `is it so far off as I couldn't wash him and mend him?'
`About fifteen miles - that's all,' said Mr Riley.`You can drive there and back in a day quite comfortably.Or, Stelling is a hospitable, pleasant man; he'd be glad to have you stay.'
`But it's too far off for the linen, I doubt,' said Mrs Tulliver, sadly.
