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“
Yes
,
miss
.
The
cap
’
n
used
to
let
the
old
mummers
practise
here
.
”
“
I
know
it
.
Yes
,
you
may
use
the
fuelhouse
if
you
like
,
”
said
Eustacia
languidly
.
The
choice
of
Captain
Vye
’
s
fuelhouse
as
the
scene
of
rehearsal
was
dictated
by
the
fact
that
his
dwelling
was
nearly
in
the
centre
of
the
heath
.
The
fuelhouse
was
as
roomy
as
a
barn
,
and
was
a
most
desirable
place
for
such
a
purpose
.
The
lads
who
formed
the
company
of
players
lived
at
different
scattered
points
around
,
and
by
meeting
in
this
spot
the
distances
to
be
traversed
by
all
the
comers
would
be
about
equally
proportioned
.
For
mummers
and
mumming
Eustacia
had
the
greatest
contempt
.
The
mummers
themselves
were
not
afflicted
with
any
such
feeling
for
their
art
,
though
at
the
same
time
they
were
not
enthusiastic
.
A
traditional
pastime
is
to
be
distinguished
from
a
mere
revival
in
no
more
striking
feature
than
in
this
,
that
while
in
the
revival
all
is
excitement
and
fervour
,
the
survival
is
carried
on
with
a
stolidity
and
absence
of
stir
which
sets
one
wondering
why
a
thing
that
is
done
so
perfunctorily
should
be
kept
up
at
all
.
Like
Balaam
and
other
unwilling
prophets
,
the
agents
seem
moved
by
an
inner
compulsion
to
say
and
do
their
allotted
parts
whether
they
will
or
no
.
This
unweeting
manner
of
performance
is
the
true
ring
by
which
,
in
this
refurbishing
age
,
a
fossilized
survival
may
be
known
from
a
spurious
reproduction
.
The
piece
was
the
well
-
known
play
of
Saint
George
,
and
all
who
were
behind
the
scenes
assisted
in
the
preparations
,
including
the
women
of
each
household
.
Without
the
co
-
operation
of
sisters
and
sweethearts
the
dresses
were
likely
to
be
a
failure
;
but
on
the
other
hand
,
this
class
of
assistance
was
not
without
its
drawbacks
.
The
girls
could
never
be
brought
to
respect
tradition
in
designing
and
decorating
the
armour
;
they
insisted
on
attaching
loops
and
bows
of
silk
and
velvet
in
any
situation
pleasing
to
their
taste
.
Gorget
,
gusset
,
basinet
,
cuirass
,
gauntlet
,
sleeve
,
all
alike
in
the
view
of
these
feminine
eyes
were
practicable
spaces
whereon
to
sew
scraps
of
fluttering
colour
.
It
might
be
that
Joe
,
who
fought
on
the
side
of
Christendom
,
had
a
sweetheart
,
and
that
Jim
,
who
fought
on
the
side
of
the
Moslem
,
had
one
likewise
.
During
the
making
of
the
costumes
it
would
come
to
the
knowledge
of
Joe
’
s
sweetheart
that
Jim
’
s
was
putting
brilliant
silk
scallops
at
the
bottom
of
her
lover
’
s
surcoat
,
in
addition
to
the
ribbons
of
the
visor
,
the
bars
of
which
,
being
invariably
formed
of
coloured
strips
about
half
an
inch
wide
hanging
before
the
face
,
were
mostly
of
that
material
.
Joe
’
s
sweetheart
straight
-
way
placed
brilliant
silk
on
the
scallops
of
the
hem
in
question
,
and
,
going
a
little
further
,
added
ribbon
tufts
to
the
shoulder
pieces
.
Jim
’
s
,
not
to
be
outdone
,
would
affix
bows
and
rosettes
everywhere
.
The
result
was
that
in
the
end
the
Valiant
Soldier
,
of
the
Christian
army
,
was
distinguished
by
no
peculiarity
of
accoutrement
from
the
Turkish
Knight
;
and
what
was
worse
,
on
a
casual
view
Saint
George
himself
might
be
mistaken
for
his
deadly
enemy
,
the
Saracen
.
The
guisers
themselves
,
though
inwardly
regretting
this
confusion
of
persons
,
could
not
afford
to
offend
those
by
whose
assistance
they
so
largely
profited
,
and
the
innovations
were
allowed
to
stand
.
There
was
,
it
is
true
,
a
limit
to
this
tendency
to
uniformity
.
The
Leech
or
Doctor
preserved
his
character
intact
—
his
darker
habiliments
,
peculiar
hat
,
and
the
bottle
of
physic
slung
under
his
arm
,
could
never
be
mistaken
.
And
the
same
might
be
said
of
the
conventional
figure
of
Father
Christmas
,
with
his
gigantic
club
,
an
older
man
,
who
accompanied
the
band
as
general
protector
in
long
night
journeys
from
parish
to
parish
,
and
was
bearer
of
the
purse
.
Seven
o
’
clock
,
the
hour
of
the
rehearsal
,
came
round
,
and
in
a
short
time
Eustacia
could
hear
voices
in
the
fuelhouse
.
To
dissipate
in
some
trifling
measure
her
abiding
sense
of
the
murkiness
of
human
life
she
went
to
the
“
linhay
”
or
lean
-
to
shed
,
which
formed
the
root
-
store
of
their
dwelling
and
abutted
on
the
fuelhouse
.
Here
was
a
small
rough
hole
in
the
mud
wall
,
originally
made
for
pigeons
,
through
which
the
interior
of
the
next
shed
could
be
viewed
.
A
light
came
from
it
now
;
and
Eustacia
stepped
upon
a
stool
to
look
in
upon
the
scene
.
