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Updated: April 30, 2025
"I'm talking about them, because if you are to be Arthur's friend you ought to know more or less how things are between us and the Jervaises, and I might just as well say right out at once that we don't like them; we've never liked them. Mother, more particularly. She has got something against them that she has never told us, but it isn't that."
I had no fear but that Banks would wait thirteen months, or thirteen years, for Brenda. I was less certain about her. Just now she was head over ears in romance, and I believed that if she married him his sterling qualities would hold her. But I mistrusted the possible effect upon her of thirteen months' absence. The Jervaises would know very well how to use their advantage.
"I was thinking what a pity it is that you should go to Canada," I returned. "I want to go," she said. "I want to feel free and independent; not a chattel of the Jervaises." "But Canada!" I remonstrated. "You see," she said, "I could never leave my father and mother. Wherever they go, I must go, too. They've no one but me to look after them. And this does, at last, seem, in a way, a chance.
Besides, it wouldn't do for them to think as I was holding it over them." Even the picture of a herculean Banks holding that car over the Jervaises failed to divert me, just then. I was too much occupied with my new friend's simple absence of tact. I would sooner have faced a return to the Hall than an unsupported appearance at the Farm. "Oh! I'm not going up there alone," I said.
Despite my exasperation I tried once more on a note of forced geniality, "What sort of man is this chauffeur of the Jervaises? Do you know him at all?" "Wears brown leather gaiters," Hughes answered after another solemn deliberation. I could have kicked him with all the pleasure in life.
He ran away with a farmer's daughter; eloped with her in the middle of a dance the Jervaises were giving. Never seen her before that evening, I believe.
Nothing would break him of that, nothing the Jervaises themselves ever could do. He'd be much more likely to lose his faith in God than in the Rights of the Hall. That's one of his sayings. He says they have rights, as if there was no getting over that. It's just like people used to believe in the divine right of kings."
"There's one pub a sort of beerhouse but they don't take people in," he said. "No lodgings?" I persisted. "The Jervaises don't encourage that sort of thing," he replied. "Afraid of the place getting frippery. I've heard them talking about it in the car.
"And suppose they won't let her go?" "They'll have to." "Have to!" Banks recited, raising his voice at the repetition of this foolish phrase. "And how in the world are you going to make 'em?" "The Jervaises aren't everybody," Arthur growled. "You'll find they're a sight too strong for the like of us to go against," Banks affirmed threateningly. Arthur looked stubborn and shook his head.
I felt that if there was to be any question of making allowances, I wanted to be on the side of Brenda and the Home Farm. But, at the same time, I could not deny that I owed something loyalty, was it? to the Jervaises.
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