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Springrove was unconsciously clever in his letters, and a man with a talent of that kind may write himself up to a hero in the mind of a young woman who loves him without knowing much about him. Springrove already stood a cubit higher in her imagination than he did in his shoes.
Springrove, she said, 'that I am altogether what you are pleased to call a stranger. I have known your family, at any rate, for a good many years, and I know Miss Graye particularly well, and her state of mind with regard to this matter. Perplexed love makes us credulous and curious as old women.
'I always feel a satisfaction at being breasted by such a sight as that, said Springrove, still regarding the men's sad burden. 'I call it a sort of medicine. 'And it is medicine.... I have not heard of any body being ill up this way lately? D'seem as if the person died suddenly. 'May be so. Ah, Baker, we say sudden death, don't we?
'And hadn't I better write to Mr. Nyttleton, and inquire more particularly what's the law upon the houses? 'O no, there's no hurry for that. We know well enough how the case stands quite well enough to talk in general terms about it. And I want the pressure to be put upon young Springrove before he goes away from home again.
Springrove went along the road with a bowed head and heavy footsteps towards his niece's cottage, in which, rather against the wish of Edward, they had temporarily taken refuge. The additional weight of this knowledge soon made itself perceptible. Though indoors with Edward or Adelaide nearly the whole of the afternoon, nothing more than monosyllabic replies could be drawn from him.
Manston at bay, and reckless of results, might rush to his wife and harm her. It was a horrible supposition for a man who loved Cytherea to entertain; but Springrove could not resist its influence. He started off for Tolchurch.
'Here was my lady herself red as scarlet: here was Master Springrove, looken as if he half wished he'd never a-come ah, poor souls! the men always do! The women do stand it best the maid was in her glory. Though she was so shy the glory shone plain through that shy skin. Ah, it did so's.
'Farmer Springrove is Edward's father, and his name is Edward too. 'Edward knew I was going to advertise for a situation of some kind. 'He watched the Times, and saw it, my address being attached. 'He thought it would be excellent for me to be here that we might meet whenever he came home. 'He told his father that I might be recommended as a lady's-maid; and he knew my brother and myself.
Crickett, had gone out to supper. She then came back to the inn and went to bed. 'Where's the landlord? said Manston. Mr. Springrove came up, walking feebly, and wrapped in a cloak, and corroborated the evidence given by the rector. 'Did she look ill, or annoyed, when she came? said the steward. 'I can't say. I didn't see; but I think 'What do you think?
'I have been to the Old House, and then to Miss Aldclyffe's looking for you something very extraordinary. He beckoned to Owen, afterwards included Springrove in his glance, and the three stepped aside together. 'A porter at the station. He was a curious nervous man. He had been in a strange state all day, but he wouldn't go home. Your sister was kind to him, it seems, this afternoon.
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