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Updated: May 25, 2025
"More than he thought, at first. He is coming home sooner, in consequence. I'm very glad I did not go abroad. I should have been just whirled out of everything, if I had. As it is, I'm in a place; I've got a lever planted. It's no time now for a fellow to look round for a foothold." "You like Arlesbury?" asked Sylvie. "I think it must be a lovely place." "Why?" said Rodney, taken by surprise.
I shall go away." She turned round, and met a gentleman coming down along the slope of the smooth, broad rock. "Mr. Sherrett! Rodney!" Rodney sprang to his feet. "My boy! How are you?" "Father! When how did you come?" "I came to Tillington by the late train last night, and have just driven over. I went to Arlesbury yesterday." "But the steamer! She wasn't due till Sunday. You sailed the ninth?"
He had been at Arlesbury; learning to be a manufacturer; beginning at the beginning with the belts and rollers, spindles, shuttles, and harnesses; finding out the secrets of satinets and doeskins and kerseys; driving, as he had wanted to do; taking hold of something and making it go.
Then she blushed to think what she had taken for granted. "I didn't," he answered; "except as a Yankee always knows things, and a cat comes down upon her feet. I am taking a week's holiday, and I began it two days sooner, that I might run up to see Aunt Effie before I go down to Boston to meet my father. The steamer will be due by Saturday. It is my first holiday since I went to Arlesbury.
Rodney Sherrett had heard of the Argenters' losses by the fire; what would have been the good of his correspondence with Aunt Euphrasia, and how would she have expected to keep him pacified up in Arlesbury, if he could not get, regularly, all she knew? Of course he ferreted out of her, likewise, the rest of the business, as fast as she heard it.
Mayn't I tell you about a little house there is at Arlesbury, with a square porch and a three-windowed room over it, where anybody could sit and sew among plants and things and see all up and down the road, to and from the mills? A little brown house, with turf up to the door-stone, and only a hundred dollars a year?
"Can't I let Sylvie know, at least, that I am working for her, and that if she will say so, I will be her mother's son? I could get a little house here in Arlesbury, for a hundred dollars a year. I am earning fifteen hundred now, and I shall save my this year's thousand. I shall not need any larger putting into business. I don't care for it. I shall work my way up here.
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