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'Now look here, neighbour, said Clerk Crickett, 'if so be you'll tell me what your line o' life is, and your purpose in comen here to-day, I'll tell you the truth about the wedden particulars. 'Very well I will when you have done, said the other man. ''Tis a bargain; and this is the right o' the story. And this is what that deep woman did. Deep? she was as deep as the North Star.
Crickett, complacently gathering up the treasure into her own fat hand; and the secret was then solemnly imparted, together with the accident of its discovery. A shaving-glass was taken down from a nail, laid on its back in the middle of a table by the window, and the hair spread carefully out upon it.
'Yes, yes, naibour Crickett, said Springrove, 'but she'll vlee in a passion all the fat will be in the fire and there's an end o't.... Yes, she is a one, continued the farmer, resting, raising his eyes, and reading the features of a distant apple. 'True: a one is she, the clerk chimed in, shaking his head ominously. 'She has such a temper, said the farmer, 'and is so wilful too.
'Ay, ay in ringen but I was spaken in a spiritual sense o' this mornen's business o' mine up by the chancel rails there. 'Twas very convenient to lug her here and marry her instead o' doen it at that twopenny-halfpenny town o' Budm'th. Very convenient. 'Very. There was a little fee for Master Crickett. 'Ah well. Money's money very much so very I always have said it.
Did you ever know him to give up for weather of any kind, or for any other mortal thing in heaven or earth? Mornen so's such as it is! interrupted Mr. Crickett cheerily, coming forward to the blaze and warming one hand without looking at the fire. 'Mr. Manston gie up for anything in heaven or earth, did you say?
'Dear man! the pride there is only a small piece o' the whole. I warrant now, though she can show such a figure, she ha'n't a stick o' furniture to call her own. 'Come, Clerk Crickett, let the maid be a maid while she is a maid, said Farmer Springrove chivalrously.
They were stained by the cider, and two or three brown apple-pips from the pomace he was handling were to be seen sticking on them here and there. The other prominent figure was that of Richard Crickett, the parish clerk, a kind of Bowdlerized rake, who ate only as much as a woman, and had the rheumatism in his left hand.
'Our friend here pulled proper well that 'a did seeing he's but a stranger, said Clerk Crickett, who had just resigned the second rope, and addressing the man in the black coat. ''A did, said the rest. 'I enjoyed it much, said the man modestly. 'What we should ha' done without you words can't tell. The man that d'belong by rights to that there bell is ill o' two gallons o' wold cider.
'Anybody would almost fancy, she thought, 'that he had made it himself after rising. But these evanescent thoughts vanished as they had come, and Mrs. Crickett set to work; she dragged off the counterpane, blankets and sheets, and stooped to lift the pillows. Thus stooping, something arrested her attention; she looked closely more closely very closely. 'Well, to be sure! was all she could say.
'The man that the old quean hev got is a man you can hardly get upon your tongue to gainsay, by the look o' en, rejoined Clerk Crickett. 'One o' them people that can contrive to be thought no worse o' for stealen a horse than another man for looken over hedge at en, said a grinder. 'Well, he's all there as steward, and is quite the gentleman no doubt about that.
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