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So she rushed to the front door and opened it, and called to Mr. Bratt to run in and take shelter. And they only just got the door shut in time." "Bless us!" muttered James. "And what next?" "Why, I came home from school and found them having tea together." "And ninety year between them!" James reflected. "Then Mr. Bratt called every week. He was a widower, with no children."
Exclamation of feigned surprise from Mrs Bratt. "Yes?" In tones of a politeness almost excessive. "Is Mr Herbert meaning to come to our house to-night? That there bedroom's all ready." "I don't think so," said Alice. "I don't think so." "Well, miss " "I'm Mrs Herbert Roden," said Alice, primly. "Oh! I beg pardon, miss Mrs, that is I'm sure. I didn't know " "No," said Alice.
Then there was a rousing knock at the door, and Alice sprang up, as it were, guiltily. Recovering herself with characteristic swiftness, she went to the window and spied delicately out. "It's Mrs Bratt," she whispered. "I'll go." "Shall I go?" Herbert asked. "No I'll go," said Alice. And she went apron and all. Herbert overheard the conversation. "Oh!"
"She used to talk just like that of your grandfather," said James. "Susan always reckoned as she'd got more than her fair share of sense." "I don't think she thinks that now," said Helen, calmly, as if to say: "At any rate I've cured her of that." Then she went on: "You see, Mr. Bratt had sold his farm couldn't make it pay and he was going out to Manitoba. He said he would stop in England.
How interesting!" "But I've known a woman knocked down by a bull." "Well, anyhow, mother wasn't knocked down by a bull. But there was a mad bull running down the street; it had escaped from the market. And Mr. Bratt was walking home, and the bull was after him like a shot. Mother was looking out of the window, and she saw what was going on.
And why should she make herself permanently miserable, and Mr. Bratt, and me, merely out of a quite mistaken sense of duty? No use! I tried everything I could. No use!" "She was too much for ye?" "Oh, no!" said Helen, condescendingly. "I'd made up my mind. I arranged things with Mr. Bratt. He quite agreed with me.
When they came to the suburbs, she sent him home, and went straight to Mr. Brett with Mr. Redmain's message. He undertook to be at Durnmelling at the time appointed, and to let nothing prevent him from seeing his new client. Mr. Bratt found no difficulty in the way of the interview, for Mr.
"The wedding was this morning." "I'm sure I wish you both much happiness, you and Mr Herbert," said Mrs Bratt, heartily. "If I had but known " "Thank you," said Alice, "I'll tell my husband." And she shut the door on the entire world. One evening, after tea, by gaslight, Herbert was reading the newspaper in the parlour at Paddock Place, when he heard a fumbling with keys at the front door.
The parasol covered the faces of the just and the unjust impartially. "I suppose you don't know a farmer named Bratt that used to have a farm near Sneyd?" said Helen. "I can't say as I do," said James. "Well, that's the man!" said Helen. "He used to come to Longshaw cattle-market with sheep and things." "Sheep and things!" echoed James. "What things?" "Oh! I don't know," said Helen, sharply.
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