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Probably he could not have told you, with any approach to accuracy, how often he had been in love, or fancied himself so, and for Ackroyd being in love was, to tell the truth, a matter of vastly more importance than all the political and social and religious questions in the world. He and Totty were still on the terms of that compact which had Christmas in view.
And, Lyddy, I told Mr. Ackroyd that it would always be the same. He understands now. The other made no reply. 'You won't be cross about it? 'No, dear; there's nothing to be cross about. But I'm very sorry. The explanation passed in a tone of less earnestness than either would have anticipated. They did not look at each other, and they dismissed the subject as soon as possible.
Ackroyd had persevered in his pronounced Antinomianism; he did not take life as 'hard' as his companion, and consequently was not as sincere in his revolt, but he represented very fairly the modern type of brain-endowed workman, who is from birth at issue with the lingering old world.
I know now what Mr. Boddy means when he talks so about your voice. Won't you take my arm, Miss Trent? 'I feel quite well again, thank you, she replied. 'I'd no business to be there, Mr. Ackroyd. Lyddy 'll be very angry; she can't help hearing. 'No, no! she won't be angry. You tell her at once. You were with Totty Nancarrow, I suppose? Oh, it'll be all right.
'Oh, I like her very much, was the reply. 'But there's something I don't think she's as easy to understand as Lydia. Still, I shouldn't wonder if she pleases some people more. Mary dropped her eyes as she spoke, and smiled gently. Ackroyd tapped with his foot. 'That's Totty Nancarrow, said Mrs. Bower, reappearing from the shop. 'What a girl that is, to be sure!
Of course, everybody'll know soon. I shall go to work to-morrow, you know I'm quite well again. And Lyddy, when I'm Mrs. Grail of course, Mr. Ackroyd 'll come and see us. Lydia made no reply to this. She could not tell what had happened between herself and Mary Bower, and the mention of Ackroyd's name was now a distress to her. She moved from her seat, saying that it was long past supper-time.
It took her longer than a fortnight before she could hear any reference to Totty. Early in December Totty had a bit of news to impart which gave Ackroyd a good deal of anxiety. She had been talking with Mrs. Bower, and that lady had as good as said that she could no longer keep old Mr. Boddy in her house.
A table was covered with jars and phials, and test-tubes and retorts. Here Ackroyd was bending to explain something to a sharp-eyed little lad, Jacky Bunce. Luke had allowed his beard to grow of late, and it improved his appearance; he looked more self-reliant than formerly. He was in his shirt-sleeves. 'Now, Jacky, began Mrs. Poole, 'what'll your father say to you staying out till these hours?
Totty walked in the rear of the crowd; she had been frightened by the scene of violence, and there were marks of tears on her cheeks. She entered the station, eager to get a hearing for a plain story. Ackroyd turned and saw her. 'It's no good saying anything now, he said to her. 'This blackguard has plenty more lies ready. Go to the house and tell my brother-in-law, will you?
Ackroyd a-comin' along! Lydia had already seen him; that was why she had become silent. 'You're not going to stop, are you, grandad? she asked, under her breath. 'Why no, my dear? Not if you don't wish. 'I'd rather not. Ackroyd was walking with his hands in his pockets, looking carelessly about him. He recognised the two at a little distance, and drew one hand forth.
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