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Baggs, the long fibre and the short which he had combed out of it, proceeded to the spinning mill; and now a girl came for the stricks he had just created. Their future under the new master was still on every tongue at Bridetown Mill, and the women turned to the few men who worked among them for information on this paramount subject.
But it was not with himself and his personal progress that he felt out of tune. All went well at the Mill save in one particular, and he found no fault either with the heads of the offices at Bridport, or with John Best, who entirely controlled the manufacture at Bridetown. His brother caused the tribulation of his mind. Miss Ironsyde sympathised, but argued for Raymond.
She determined now to let the matter rest, and when Ernest Churchouse ventured to remind her of the subject and to repeat the opinion that it might be wise for Sabina to take the boy away from Bridetown, she postponed decision. "I've thought upon it," she said, "and I feel it can very well be left to the spring, if you see nothing against.
And I may, or I may not." "I should," advised Neddy. "Bridetown is a very sporting place and you'd be alongside your pal, Arthur Waldron." "Don't go to Bridetown with an idea of sport, however don't do that, Mister Raymond," warned Richard Gurd. "If you go, you put your back into the work and master the business of the Mill."
You know how rumours fly about. But a good deal more's being said behind your back than ought to be said; and you'll do well to clear it up. And by the same token, Mister Motyer's opening his mouth the widest. As for me, I got it from Job Legg over the way at 'The Seven Stars'; and he got it from a young woman at Bridetown Mills, niece of Missis Northover. So these things fly about."
She would lack his company in the time to come, and her heart was too warm to endure this alienation without much pain. He suspected that if Sabina's future course of action satisfied Miss Ironsyde, she would be friendly to her and the child and, in time, possibly win some pleasure from them. Raymond proceeded with his business at Bridetown oblivious of persons and personalities.
"I think you ought to play some games with your old friends at Bridetown these holidays," she said. "I haven't any old friends there. I don't want friends. I never made that fire you promised." "You shall make it next time we come out; and everybody wants friends. You can't get on without friends. And the good of games is that you make friends.
They came from Bridetown Spinning Mill, for work was suspended because Henry Ironsyde, the mill owner, had died and now approached his grave. "The Ironsydes bury here, but they don't live here," said Sally Groves. "They lived here once, at North Hill House; but that's when I first came to the Mill as a bit of a girl."
Such suspected that the criticisms of Bridetown would be too unimportant to trouble the new master. And it seemed that they were right, for now came Ernest Churchouse seeking Mr. Best. He looked into the turning-shop, saw John and entered. "He's coming next week, but perhaps you know it," he began. "And if you haven't heard, be sure you will at any moment."
It was after three o'clock before he retired himself and found his mind at liberty to speculate upon the issue of his own great adventure. Jenny Ironsyde came to see Ernest Churchouse upon the matter of the marriage. She found him pensive and a little weary. According to his custom he indulged in ideas before approaching the subject just then uppermost in all minds in Bridetown.
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