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Jane that day met the family at dinner, merely as a matter of course, for she could eat nothing. There was, independently of this, a timidity in her manner which they noticed, but could not understand. "Why," said her father, "you were never a great eater, Janie, but latterly you live, like the chameleon, on air.
"I've been thinking that I'll sell the black horse, but I can't make up my mind whether to do it now or keep him through the summer and sell him when hunting begins. I don't know which would pay me best." "That certainly is a very important question," remarked Janie, with a wealth of sarcasm. "Well, it gives me a lot of trouble, Miss Janie." "Does it?
This was Janie the Grievance. It was to punish Janie that Nosey had flung in his lot with those who go down to the sea in ships. Prior to this drastic step Nosey had been an errand-boy, a rather superior kind of errandboy, who went his rounds on a ramshackle bicycle with a carrier fixed in front. Painted in large letters on the carrier was the legend: J. HOLMES & SON, FISHMONGER ICE, ETC.,
A big book on the rise and fall of Burgundy suggests itself to me; and already I hug the thought of it. Lady Coryston has paid me well for this job, and I shall be able to do what I like for a year, and give mother and Janie some of the jam and frills of life. And who knows if I sha'n't after all be able to make my living out of what I like best? If I only could write!
"A most needless self-reproach," he answered. "I venture to hope that people should never rebuke themselves because they happen to be incapable of romantic passion, or any of the follies of youthful love." "Intended to restore my self-esteem. Shall I not soon be able to make you feel differently?" thought Emily. "You still remember Janie; you will never let her be disparaged.
"Mother took rather a liking to him," she murmured. "If Dick could make a living," I said, "by getting people to like him, I should not be so anxious about his future lazy young devil!" "He has promised to work hard if you let him take up farming," said Miss Janie. "He has been talking to you?" I said. She admitted it. "He will begin well," I said. "I know him.
"Is he after Janie Iver?" "So I imagine. I'm not sure that I'm not too. Have I any chance against Bob Broadley?" She did not seem to take him seriously. "They wouldn't look at Mr Broadley." "And what about me?" he insisted, as he lit his pipe and sat down opposite her. "You mean it, Harry?" "There's no reason why I shouldn't marry, is there?" "Why, you must marry, of course. But "
You're a good girl, Janie Bruce, if you do make me a world of trouble." "Trouble! Trouble!" shouted Jennie. "How dare you say such a thing?" and then she danced around the good soul, clapping her hands and singing: "Pease Porridge hot pease porridge cold Pease porridge in the pot, nine days old! Some like it hot some like it cold But Jessie Pease of Pinewood never will be old!"
Michael's voice was sad. "Jim, he's doin' time," sullenly. "I'm sorry!" said Michael sadly, and a strange hush came about the dark group. Now why should this queer chap be sorry? No one else cared, unless it might be Jim, and Jim had got caught. It was nothing to them. "Now tell me about Janie and little Bobs " The questioner paused. His voice was very low.
She'd be calling him her "master" next as the heroine does in the Third Act, to unfailing applause. What was all this to ears that listened for a whisper of Harry Tristram? "The most delightful thing is," Janie pursued, "that our marriage is to make no change at all in his way of life. We're going to live at Mingham just as he has lived all his life a real country life on a farm!"
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