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In the meantime, Kit went back to Ashness and smoked a cigarette while he pondered what Grace had told him. He had seen that she did not altogether know her brother's offense, but since money was needed, Kit could guess; Gerald had been betting or speculating and had used money that was not his.
You needn't be afraid, though. When my father told me, I understood, and it won't hurt to leave Tarnside; I'm anxious to get away." "My dear!" said Kit. "Ashness has some charm and we will try to make it a proper home for you." "It is a home; I sometimes went to see your father I liked him so much, Kit.
But how have things been going in the dale?" Grace's twinkle vanished, her look became serious, and Kit thought he noted signs of strain. After all, she had changed since he left Ashness. It was not that she looked older, although she was now a rather stately woman and not an impulsive girl; he felt that she had known care. "On the whole," she said, "things have not gone very well.
Grace had not forgotten; she had given him his real welcome home and he thrilled as he thought about her quiet friendliness. Perhaps the meeting was awkward for her, but she had struck the right note, with the dignified simplicity he had expected. It said something for her pluck that she had met him as if the interview at Ashness, when Osborn had driven him away, had never taken place.
Kit sighed and pulled himself up. Grace was not for him and he must not be a romantic fool. He looked round and saw that Adam was quietly studying him. "What are you thinking about, partner?" he asked and Kit knew the epithet meant much. Adam had not called him partner at first. "I was thinking about Ashness," he replied.
"I suppose so," Grace agreed, but her look was doubtful, and they reached the Ashness lonning a few minutes later. When Kit stopped she gave him her hand. "I hear you are going to make a number of improvements, and wish you good luck!" Kit went up the lonning and sitting down in the porch lighted his pipe.
You'll come with me to the town. Sit down and write to your mother; I'll see she gets the note." Gerald did as he was told and not long afterwards Kit and he drove out of the Ashness lonning and took the road to the town. As the sun got lower an apathetic gloom began to replace the anxiety that had kept the Osborns highly strung. Mrs.
Then, knowing that she was rash, she went to look for the gardener's boy, and sent him to Ashness. It was getting dark when Kit and Tom, the shepherd, stopped to rest behind a cairn on the summit of Swinset moor. Close by, the two score sheep stood in a compact flock, with heads towards the panting dogs.
Although the day was dark and rain beat upon the high windows, the light was strong enough to show the fine modeling of the old and shabby furniture. It was a noble room and with well used money could be given a touch of stateliness; but there was something cold and austere about Tarnside, while Ashness was homelike and warm.
The men came back with a big jar and a basket, and the others gathered round when Kit took off the clean, wet cloth. "Yon lunch niver came fra Tarnside; it's ower good and liberal," said one. "Ashness folk dinna believe in sending a half-empty jar." When they had eaten and drunk, one or two tried to light their pipes but gave it up and they got to work again.
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