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Updated: June 21, 2025
On the evening of that day a surgeon called Boddington was drinking tea with his wife, and they were talking rather disconsolately; for he had left a fair business in the country, and, though a gentleman of undoubted skill, was making his way very slowly in London. The conversation was agreeably interrupted by a loud knock at the door.
"Want it, I tell you! working under orders this way makes a man feel kind o' feeble." "How do you think we women get along, Mr. Carpenter?" said Mrs Boddington, coming up with her cup. "How, Mis' Boddington?" "Yes, I'm asking that. A little more, Diana; it's first-rate, and so's the corn. It takes you and your mother! How do you think we women feel, under orders all the time?"
"The Knowltons is a very fine family," remarked Miss Gunn. "If the outside made it," said Mrs. Boddington. "Don't they cut a shine when they come into meetin', though! They think they do." "It takes all the boys' attention off everything," said Mrs. Flandin, who was an elderly lady herself. "And the girls" added Mrs. Starling.
I will look at my engagement book, to see where I am to dine. Friday June 14 . Lord Grey. Saturday June 15. Mr. Boddington. Sunday June 16 . Mr. S. Rice. Saturday June 22. Sir R. Inglis. Thursday June 27. The Earl of Ripon. Saturday June 29. Lord Morpeth. Read, and envy, and pine, and die. And yet I would give a large slice of my quarter's salary, which is now nearly due, to be at the Dingle.
I suppose he is your humble servant, and just gives you your own way." "He is not that sort of man at all, mother. He is as kind as he can be; but he is nobody's humble servant." "Then I suppose you are his. There is somebody now, Diana; it's Kate Boddington. Do go in and take care of her, you can do so much, and keep her from coming out here where I am."
Hardenburgh, for example," chimed in Mrs. Boddington, "who was as loggy as he could be; good old soul! and put us all to sleep, or to wishin' we could. My! hain't I eaten quarts o' dill in the course o' the summer, trying to keep myself respectably awake and considerin' o' what was goin' on! Di says, why must any one eat all that dill that don't want to?" "Cloves is better," suggested Miss Gunn.
"Why, has anybody got to go to church that doesn't want to go?" inquired Diana. But that was like a shell let off in the midst of the sewing circle. "Hear that, now!" said Mrs. Boddington. "Ain't that a rouser!" Mrs. Boddington was a sort of a cousin, and liked the fun; she lived in the one farm-house in sight of Mrs. Starling's. "She don't mean it," said Mrs. Mansfield.
Even though it would have made no difference. Picking and thinking and fancying herself safe, Diana made a plunge to get through an uncommonly tangled thicket of interlacing branches, and found herself no longer alone. Miss Gunn was three feet off, squatting on the ground to pick the more restfully; and on the other side of her was Diana's cousin, Nick Boddington.
"I'm not a man-worshipper never was; and nobody's fit to be worshipped. I should like to see the dominie put down that grey horse of his." "Are grey horses fashionable?" inquired Mrs. Reverdy, with her little laugh. "What would he do without his horse?" said Mrs. Boddington. "How could he fly round Pleasant Valley as he does?" "He ain't bound to fly," said Mrs. Flandin.
"What do you think o' lettin' your hair down over the shoulders, as if you were goin' to comb it?" said Mrs. Boddington; "and goin' to church so?" "But how ever did she make it stand out as it did," asked Miss Carpenter. "It was just like spun glass, nothin' smooth or quiet about it. Such a yellow mop I never did see. And it warn't a child neither. Who is she anyhow?" "Not she.
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