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So murmuring, the old man and young child went on together, and the group of villagers dispersed. Roger Buggins, however, paused a moment before turning up the lane which led to the 'Mother Huff. "You tell Passon," he said addressing Bainton, "You tell him as 'ow the Five Sisters be chalked for layin' low on Wednesday marnin'!" "Never fear!" responded Bainton; "I'll tell 'im.
Besides, Oliver Leach is agent 'ere, and what he says is sure to be done. She won't worry 'erself about it, and you may be pretty certain he won't be interfered with. You tell Passon Walden I'm real sorry, but it can't be 'elped." Reluctantly, Bainton turned away. He was never much disposed for a discussion with Mrs. Spruce, her mind was too illogical, and her tongue too persistent.
He began to gather them carefully, and massed them together in bunches of deep purple and creamy white, while Bainton, working at a little distance off, looked up in surprise and gratification at the sight of him.
"You're a smart chap!" said Bainton at last, breaking the mystic spell and rising to take his leave "An' I don't want to argify with ye, for I'spect you're about right in what you sez about Sunday ways in town but I tell ye what, young feller! you've got to 'ave a deal o' patience an' a deal o' pity for they poor starveling sinners wot gits boxed up in cities an' never ain't got no room to look at the sky, or see the wide fields with all the daisies blowin' open to the sun.
In the meantime," and she glanced at Spruce, then appealingly turned to Bainton, "Will you try and make your friend understand an order I want to give him? Or shall I ask Mrs. Spruce to come and speak to him?" "Lord love ye, he'll be sharper to hear me than his wife, Miss, beggin' yer pardon," said Bainton, with entire frankness.
He smiled genially at his own mental scolding of himself, and addressing Bainton once more, said: "I shall probably write a note to Miss Vancourt this afternoon, and send you up with it. I shall tell her all about the Five Sisters, and ask her to give orders that the cutting down of the trees may be delayed till she has seen them for herself.
He hurried into the church again just as Miss Eden and her boy-and- girl 'choir' entered the churchyard, and Bainton seeing them, and also perceiving in the near distance the slow halting figure of Josey Letherbarrow, who made it a point never to be a minute late for divine service, rightly concluded that there was no time now, even if he were disposed to such a course, to 'warn Passon' that he would have to preach to 'fashionable folks' that morning.
Walden likewise paused a moment, then at last driven to bay by the old gardener's pertinacity, stepped out. "Now what is it, Bainton?" he said, endeavouring to throw a shade of sternness into his voice; "You know very well I hate being disturbed while I'm writing." Bainton touched his cap respectfully.
"That looks better!" he remarked approvingly, as he stepped back and surveyed it. "You might do this one at the same time while you are about it, Bainton." And he pointed to a network of 'Crimson rambler' rose-stems which had blown loose from their moorings and were lying across the grass.
How disgraceful!" Spruce saw by the movement of her lips that she was speaking, and therefore at once himself subsided into silence. Bainton again took up the parable. "He's nigh stone-deaf, Miss, so you'll 'scuse him if he don't open his mouth no more till we shouts at him but what he sez is true enough. At six o'clock to-morrow marnin' " Here Primmins entered with the port wine.
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