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I have some sheep at the beckfoot and it will take me half an hour to drive them home," Kit said coolly. Osborn looked at him with savage surprise. It was unthinkable that he should be forced to wait while the fellow went for his sheep, but he saw that Kit was not to be moved and tried to control his anger. "Very well. I will meet you at Ashness in half an hour."
It was a relief to Kit that she had gone; he had meant to keep her out of the quarrel and now he was ready to talk to Osborn. "The matter doesn't end here," the latter remarked. "There's something to be said that your father ought to know. I am going to Ashness and expect you to come with me." "You must wait.
"There's something very homelike about Ashness. Perhaps I'm romantic, but I sometimes feel as if your father was still at the old house. It's kind and quiet like him. Don't you think people can leave an influence, Kit?" "Yours will last. So far, I haven't had much quietness." "I'm afraid I've come to bother you again. I hate to bother you, but somehow trouble seems to follow me."
Still, when he quietly got up she asked with alarm: "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to Ashness," Gerald replied. "I've made things hard for you and mother, but I won't bring you fresh embarrassment now. In fact, I think you can trust me, and, indeed, it's obvious that you must." He turned and looked back with a smile. "If Askew's the man I think, the chief will shortly get a jar."
Bright moonlight sparkled on the snow when Kit left Ashness to post some letters he had written ordering new machines. He was young, but since he came home Peter had allowed much of the business of the farm to fall into his hands. Kit's judgment was sound; he had studied modern methods at the agricultural college and was progressive without being rash.
Besides, his stopping in the country had kept him away from Ashness when he was needed there. He smiled as he admitted that he was hardly logical, since he was stubbornly pushing on when almost exhausted in order that Alvarez might get the goods he required; but after all, this was for Adam's sake.
Sometimes, particularly on summer evenings when they did not light the lamps and the shadows of the fells rested on the old building, Ashness was lonely and drearily quiet. He had thought now and then the difference would be marked if a woman's laugh rang through the dim rooms and a graceful figure sat by the hearth. Still, his imagination had not pictured Janet there.
One feels the old house has sheltered sincere men and women who loved each other and something they left haunts the quiet spot. I don't want you to alter it much." "You shall alter it as you like. The only rule at Ashness will be what pleases you." "Now you're very nice! I'm going to be happy because I can be myself. So far, I've been forced to be reserved. You don't really know me, Kit."
The others were silent for a minute of two and Kit let them ponder. He had learned something about the wastefulness of individual effort, and on his return to Ashness had urged the farmers to join in bidding for a lease of the mill. They had refused, and would need careful handling now, for the old cooperative customs that had ruled in the dale before the railway came had gone.
When Grace reached Tarnside she met Gerald on the lawn and took him to the bench under the copper-beech. "Mr. Askew wants you to go to Ashness at four o'clock," she said. "Askew wants me!" Gerald exclaimed, with a start, and Grace thought he looked afraid. "Why?" "I don't know. He said it was important." Gerald looked hard at her. "Well, I suppose it is important.
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