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Some day when you have four hours to spare, I'll read it to you. I think you'll enjoy it. It will fill all your collumes full, and create comment. Does this proposition strike you? Is it a go? In case I had read the Essy to the Social Sciencers, I had intended it should be the closin attraction. I intended it should finish the proceedins. I think it would have finished them.
At that Essy began to cry, softly, in her manner. "Doan' yo tall mae thot taale." Mrs. Gale suddenly paused in her tirade and began to poke the fire with fury. "It's enoof t' sicken t' cat!" She snatched the kettle that stood upon the hob; she stamped out to the scullery and re-filled it at the tap. She returned, stamping, and set it with violence upon the fire.
For the effect repeated itself. As he came back Mary was standing in the path, holding the baby in her arms. She was looking, she said, for Essy. Would Essy be coming soon? Rowcliffe did not answer all at once. He stood contemplating the picture. It wasn't all Mary. The baby did his part.
Hours of Attendance Wednesday, 2.30-4.30. The note ran: "DEAR DR. ROWCLIFFE: Can you come and see me this afternoon? I think I'm rather worse. But I don't want to frighten my people so perhaps, if you just looked in about teatime, as if you'd called? "Yours truly, Essy Gale had left the note that morning. Rowcliffe looked at it dubiously.
In the matter of prayers, which she made it perfectly clear to Alice and Mary could not possibly annoy them more than they did her, she was going to see Papa through. It would be beastly, she said, not to. They couldn't give him away before Essy. But of the clemency and generosity of Gwendolen's attitude Mr. Cartaret was not aware.
For her mother was wanted by Mrs. Greatorex at Upthorne and what Mrs. Greatorex wanted she got. There were two more children now at the Farm and work enough for three women in the house. And Essy, with all her pride, had not been too proud to come back. She had no feeling but pity for the old man, her master, who had bullied her and put her to shame.
Look, Assy, my deear there's t' lil rawb, wi' t' lil slaves, so pretty an' t' flanny petticut an' t' lil vasst see. 'Tis t' lil things I maade fer 'ee afore tha was born." But Essy pushed them from her. She was weeping violently now. "Taake 'em away!" she cried. "I doan' want t' look at 'em." Mrs. Gale sat and stared at her. "Coom," she said, "tha moos'n' taake it saw 'ard, like."
Mary and Gwenda heard it in the dining-room, and set their mouths and braced themselves to bear it. The Vicar in his study behind the dining-room heard it and scowled. Essy, the maid-servant, heard it, she heard it worse than anybody, in her kitchen on the other side of the wall.
Of the merits of that Essy it doesn't becum me to speak, but I may be excoos'd for mentionin that the Institoot parsed a resolution that "whether we look upon the length of this Essy, or the manner in which it is written, we feel that we will not express any opinion of it, and we hope it will be read in other towns."
He hated her for what he saw in her, and for her buxom comeliness, and for the softness of her youth. "Did I hear young Greatorex round at the back door this evening?" he said. Essy started, slanting her plate a little more. "I doan knaw ef I knaw, sir." "Either you know or you don't know," said the Vicar. "I doan know, I'm sure, sir," said Essy.
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