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Miss Milroy sighed, and took refuge with her father. "I've done it, Mr. Armadale!" cried young Pedgift, greeting his patron gayly. "We can all go on the water together; I've got the biggest boat on the Broads.
Pritchard spoke of "Scotland," Miss Isaacs clamoured of Bettws-y-Coed, Mr. Judson displayed a proprietary interest in the Norfolk Broads. "I?" said Hoopdriver when the question came to him. "Why, cycling, of course." "You're never going to ride that dreadful machine of yours, day after day?" said Miss Howe of the Costume Department.
Here's the boat, Mr. Armadale. What do you think of it?" The boat added one more to the strangely anomalous objects which appeared at the Broads. It was nothing less than a stout old lifeboat, passing its last declining years on the smooth fresh water, after the stormy days of its youth time on the wild salt sea.
"Are the Broads within an easy day's drive there and back from this house?" asked Allan, feeling, if they were, that the place for the picnic was discovered already. "Oh, yes, sir; a nice drive quite a nice easy drive from this beautiful place!" They were by this time ascending the portico steps, Allan leading the way up, and calling to Midwinter and Mr.
The Broads, mother and daughter, asserted that no doubt Thomas had a mark upon the back of his hand, but that it had been caused by a nail in a fence, and that he had fainted through indisposition. This theory, however, was obviously ridiculous, for Mr. Allen's reference had no meaning if Thomas had met with a simple accident. Mrs.
"You've evidently lived among sailors." "Among fishermen mostly, your Majesty," I said "My father was rector in the Broads country." I knew from his remark that someone had been across to my uncle's house to remove all traces of my bridge. My ladder, I knew, would now be dangling from my window, to show by which way I had escaped. "We want you, Hyde," Mr. Jermyn said.
"If that's the local belief, I wonder anybody went down into the pit to recover Mr. Glenthorpe's body." "Nobody wouldn't 'a' gone down but Herward. I wouldn't 'a' gone down for untowd gowd, but Herward comes from th' Broads, and don't know nartin' about this part of the ma'shes. Besides, he ain't no Christian, down't care for no ghosts nor sperrits. I've often heerd un say so."
In Paddington all Cornwall is latent and the remoter west; down the inclines of Liverpool Street lie fenlands and the illimitable Broads; Scotland is through the pylons of Euston; Wessex behind the poised chaos of Waterloo.
So he said, "Ye be fen-men, I know, or ye would not look so narrowly for a trail nor would ye find it. Which way do ye go?" And he looked at them keenly. "Through the Broads toward Yarmouth," answered Herebald, slowly, after a short pause, and speaking in a surly tone. "And wherefore?" demanded Richard Wood. "There is shipping to be got to France from thence, is there not?"
Wherever I have been in the world, I have always longed for the Broads, where the rivers wander among reeds for miles, losing themselves in thickets of reeds. I have always thought tenderly of the flat land, where windmills or churches are the only landmarks, standing up above the mist, in the loneliness of the fens. My uncle, Gabriel Hyde, a man about town, was my only relative.
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