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There's what they call a one-design Class o' these in the harbour: which is good sport and worth encouragin'. There's no handicap in it either: the first past the line takes the prize always the prettiest kind o' race to watch. Now the favour I ask is that, when the time comes, you'll hand the Cup to the winner." "It it'll look rather marked, won't it?" hesitated Mrs Bosenna.
All the plants could be in before the end of February, and I'll promise myself that by June, when the Queen's day came round, there shouldn't be a loyaller-bloomin' garden in the land." "Well," allowed Cai, "that's sensibler anyway than puttin' up arches and mottoes. But what's to prevent ye?" "'Tis that nasty disagreeable Mr Middlecoat," answered Mrs Bosenna pettishly.
A little before ten o'clock that night Mr Middlecoat and Mrs Bosenna walked up through the dark to Higher Parc to see the bonfires. The summit commanded a view of the coast from Dodman to Rame, and inland to the high moors which form the backbone of the county. Mrs Bosenna counted eighteen fires: her lover could descry sixteen only. "But what does it matter?" said he.
My pr Whoever told you, ma'am, as ever I had any, or behaved so?" "You had better ask your friend here." "Hey?" "Perhaps," said Mrs Bosenna sarcastically, "that goes back beyond your memory! Your parrot, if I may say so, has a better one." "Missus!" expostulated Dinah modestly, while "Oh good Lord!" muttered Cai with a start. His friend's eye was on him, too, fixed and suspicious. "The parrot?"
"That reminds me, I never mentioned the the deceased your late husband, I mean, ma'am nor how sorry I was to hear of it." "Did you know him?" asked Mrs Bosenna, scarcely glancing up as she pinched the fragrance out of an infant bud of the lemon verbena. "Very slightly, ma'am.
"Losh, here's visitors!" exclaimed Dinah. Mrs Bosenna turned with the prettiest start of surprise, and sprang to her feet. If there was a suspicion a shade of overacting, the twilight concealed it. She had a charming figure, very supple and maidenly: she bought her corsets in London. The kneeling posture and the swift rise from it were alike noticeably graceful, even in the dusk.
"I think I can explain," put in Mrs Bosenna sweetly, hastening to close up the little breach which, for some reason or other, had suddenly opened between these two good friends. "Captain Hocken, being cumbered with the box on his way to pay me a visit, hid it in the bushes here for a time, meaning to recover it on his way back to the station." "That's so, ma'am," Captain Cai corroborated her.
"But you didn'," said 'Bias solidly, crossing his legs and reaching for a box of matches from the shelf to relight his pipe. "Well?" "Well, if you must know, I've called to consult Mrs Bosenna on a private matter of business." This was a neat enough hint; yet strange to say it missed fire. 'Bias sucked at his pipe without budging, and answered "Same here."
He lingered, although 'Bias had advanced some twenty paces to meet the herd, three or four of which had already come to a halt, astonished at being thus interrupted in an innocent ramble. "We'll head 'em off while you run." "No, no!" pleaded Mrs Bosenna; and Cai hung irresolute, for the pressure on his arm was delicious.
"If I had my way, every cow in the land should be as cleanly lodged as a cottager. None of your infected milk for me!" From the cow-houses she conducted him through the mowhay, where the number and amplitude of the ricks fairly took his breath away. "Oh, we call Rilla quite a small farm!" said Mrs Bosenna carelessly. "But I could never endure to be short of straw.
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