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She tried to get a hold on Ellen through Arthur Alce. "Arthur, it's your duty to see Ellen don't leave the bread-making to that cook-gal of hers. I never heard of such a notion her laying on the sofa while the gal wastes coal and flour." ... "Arthur, Ellen needs a new churn let her get a Wallis.
Arthur Alce was very much upset by the gossip about Joanna. "All you've done since you started running Ansdore is to get yourself talked about," he said sadly. "Well, I don't mind that." "No, but you should ought to. A woman should ought to be modest and timid and not paint her house so's it shows up five mile off first your house, and then your waggons it'll be your face next."
You must think unaccountable low of me, Arthur Alce, if you figure I'd get sweet on a man who's courting my chicken-gal, which is what Dick Socknersh is doing." "Courting Martha Tilden?" "Yes, my chicken-gal. And you think I'd look at him! I!... You must think middling low of me, Arthur Alce ... a man who's courting my chicken-gal." "I'd always thought as Martha Tilden but you must know best.
But Joanna knew that Ellen felt sore, and failing to discover the reason herself at last applied to Arthur Alce. "If you ask me," said Arthur, "it's because she's only a farmer's wife." "Why should that upset her all of a sudden?" "Well, folks don't give her the consequence she'd like; and now she sees you having gentry at your table ..."
30th. My wife and I mighty pleased with Jane's coming to us again. Up, and away goes Alce, our cooke-mayde, a good servant, whom we loved and did well by her, and she an excellent servant, but would not bear being told of any faulte in the fewest and kindest words and would go away of her owne accord, after having given her mistresse warning fickly for a quarter of a yeare together.
She would never forget that last look on his face.... Then she began wondering why this should have come upon her. Why should she have made a fool of herself over Socknersh, when she had borne unmoved the courtship of Arthur Alce for seven years? Was it just because Alce had red whiskers and red hands and red hair on his hands, while Socknersh was dark and sweet of face and limb?
It seemed to feed and thrive on his love for Ellen it gave him a wonderful sense of action and effectiveness, and people said what a lot of good marriage had done for Arthur Alce, and that he was no longer the dull chap he used to be. It had done Ellen a lot of good too. During the next year she blossomed and expanded. She lost some of her white looks.
"Let me peel it for you," said Alce, noticing her gloved hands. "Thanks very much but I can't eat it here; there's nowhere to put the skin and pips." "What about the floor? Reckon they sweep out the sawdust after each performance." "I'm sure I hope they do," said Ellen, whose next-door neighbour had spat at intervals between his knees, "but really, I'd rather keep the orange till I get home."
Owing to the scanty and salt pastures of winter, it had always been the custom on the marsh to send the young sheep for grazing on upland farms, and fetch them back in the spring as tegs. Joanna disposed of her young flock between Relf of Baron's Grange and Noakes of Mockbeggar, then, still accompanied by Alce, strolled down to inspect the wethers she had brought to the market.
Joanna looked almost sentimentally at the couple ahead then she suddenly made up her mind. "If I spoke to Arthur Alce, I believe I could make him do it." She could make Arthur do most things, and she did not see why he should stop at this.
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