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When ye ha'n't got the strength ter say it, I'll go on my knees and say it for ye, come to that, Car'line," the notorious wrongdoer promised. They sent for Depper to the White Hart to come home and see his wife die.
The sixpenn'orths of brandy Depper, too late relenting, spared from the sum he had hitherto expended on his own beer public-house brandy, poisonous stuff, but accredited by the labouring population of Dulditch with all but magical restorative powers for once failed in its effect.
And, Depper, what du I come here to find? I find a bare cupboard and a bare board. Not a mite o' nouragement i' th' house, sech as a pore suff'rin' woman like Car'line's in need of." "Car'line's a pore manager, as right well you know, Dinah. Ha'n't I telled ye ?" "You ha' telled me yes. But have you played th' husban's part?
"I can't think what he'll du all alone in th' house and me gone!" she often whimpered. "A man can't fend for 'isself, like a woman can. They ha'n't the know ter du it. Depper, he ain't no better'n a child about makin' the kettle bile, and sechlike. It'll go hard, me bein' put out o' th' way, wi' Depper." "Sarve 'm right," Mrs Brome always stoically said. "He ha' been a bad man to you, Car'line.
"It's contrar-iry to nature," he affirmed. "The depper you go the 'otter it is. In mines the 'eat is worse the farther down. And 'ow about 'ell?" I slept on the deck. It was sickeningly hot below. The squalls had passed, and as we neared Hiva-oa the sea became glassy smooth, but the leagues-long, lazy roll of it rocked the schooner like a cradle.
I ain't a-goin' to ate it along of you, Depper; but I ha' got a ward or two to say to you afore I go." Depper entered, closed the door behind him, sat down, hat on head, in the freshly-polished chair by the hearth; he fixed his eyes, his mouth fallen open, on the fine form of Dinah standing before him, with hands on hips, arms akimbo, and the masterful gleam in her eyes.
"Don't you worrit no more about Depper," she said, "Strike me, you're the one that want seem' to now, Car'line." The slow tears oozed beneath Car'line's closed lids. "I kin fend for myself if Depper ain't put about," she said. When Depper returned, with the shades of night, from the harvest-field, he might hardly have known his own living-room.
She listened to them, making no response, with slow tears falling from shut lids to the pillow. "'Tain't for myself I'm a-pinin', 'tis for Depper," she said, the parson being gone. "All the same, Car'line," Mrs Brome said, sharply admonishing, "I'd marmar a ward now and agin for myself, as the reverend ha' been advisin' of ye, if I was you.
Depper he can look arter hisself; his time for prayin' ain't, so ter say, come yet. Yours is. I should like to hear a 'Lord help me, now and agin from yer lips, when I tarn ye in the bed. I don't think but what yu'd be the better for it, pore critter. Your time's a-gettin' short, and 'tis best ter go resigned." "I cud go resigned if 'tweren't for Depper," the dying woman made her moan.
'Taint a nat'ral thing, I'm a-sayin', for me to du, Dinah, ter pass the night alone along o' my old missus's corp." "Bor, 'taint the fust onnat'ral thing you ha' done i' your life," Mrs Brome said; and went out and shut the door. An hour or so later Depper opened it, and going hurriedly past the intervening cottages, knocked stealthily upon the door of Dinah Brome.
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