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"Ah!" returned the widow, "if it wouldn't be all on one side." "I've done now, mother," said Robert. Mrs. Boulby retired, and Robert opened the letter. It ran thus: "Sir, I am glad you have done me the favour of addressing me temperately, so that I am permitted to clear myself of an unjust and most unpleasant imputation.
Since that date they had not met; but their friendship was fast. Percy had recently paid a visit to Queen Anne's Farm, where he had seen Rhoda and heard of Robert's departure. Knowing Robert's birthplace, he had come on to Warbeach, and had seen Jonathan Eccles, who referred him to Mrs. Boulby, licenced seller of brandy, if he wished to enjoy an interview with Robert Eccles.
"I do hope, if it's anybody, it's that ther' Moody," said the maid. "A pretty sort of a Christian you think yourself, I dare say," Mrs. Boulby replied. "Christian or not, one can't help longin' for a choice, mum. We ain't all hands and knees." "Better for you if you was," said the widow. "It's tongues, you're to remember, you're not to be. Now come you up after me and you'll not utter a word.
"It ended, my boy, it ended like my glass here hot and strong stuff, with sugar at the bottom. And I don't see this, so glad as I saw that, my word of honour on it! Boys all!" Stephen drank the dregs. Mrs. Boulby was still in attendance.
"That's a lie," said Mrs. Boulby, from the doorway. "Well, mum, I let a lady have her own opinion." Stephen nodded to her. "There ain't a doubt as t' what the doctors 'd bring him in I ain't speaking my ideas alone. It's written like the capital letters in a newspaper. Lunatic's the word! And I'll take a glass of something warm, Mrs. Boulby. We had a stiff run to-day."
Believing, too, that he was forgiven, he knew that Dahlia's heart would throb for him to be near her, and he had come. The miraculous agencies which had brought him and Major Waring and Mrs. Boulby to the farm, that exalted woman was relating to Mrs. Sumfit in another part of the house.
"I do hope, if it's anybody, it's that ther' Moody," said the maid. "A pretty sort of a Christian you think yourself, I dare say," Mrs. Boulby replied. "Christian or not, one can't help longin' for a choice, mum. We ain't all hands and knees." "Better for you if you was," said the widow. "It's tongues, you're to remember, you're not to be. Now come you up after me and you'll not utter a word.
Sedgett told this for truth, being instigated to boldness of invention by pertinacious inquiries, and the dignified sense which the whole story hung upon him. Mrs. Boulby, who, as a towering woman, despised Sedgett's weak frame, had been willing to listen till she perceived him to be but a man of fiction, and then she gave him a flat contradiction, having no esteem for his custom.
"Why, mother! Mrs. Boulby! haven't you got a word for me?" "My blessedest Robert!" the good woman cried, as she rushed up to kiss him. "Though it wasn't to see you I came exactly." She whispered: "The Major and the good gentleman they're behind. I travelled down with them. Dear, you'd like to know: Mrs.
He possessed the rogue's most serviceable art: in spite of a countenance that was not attractive, this fellow could, as was proved by evidence, make himself pleasing to women. "The truth of it is," said Mrs. Boulby, at a loss for any other explanation, and with a woman's love of sharp generalization, "it's because my sex is fools."
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