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And she caught up her hat and went off; and called back to me that she meant to go through motions enough of some sort, to be ready for her lunch when she got home. But I wish she was out of it, Mr. Rollo. Her hearer sat silent for a minute. 'Mrs. Bywank, can you find Miss Hazel's ticket for this ball? 'I daresay, sir. Would you like to see it? she shewed it to me.
And when I ask if she's not well, she says, "Yes, very well." So what is one to to? 'I don't think you can do anything, Mrs. Bywank. Perhaps I can. Is that all you have to tell me? 'Not quite, sir, but the old housekeeper hesitated. 'I am not sure about saying all I wanted to say. 'Why? said Rollo, smiling. 'It is a nice matter for one woman to talk about another woman, said Mrs.
'And the world around her is not so simple as your young lady believes. 'No, no! said Mrs. Bywank, earnestly. 'Well I know that! But just there comes in another trouble I spoke of, you can't make her believe it, sir, and so I'm not sure it's always wise to try. She paused, in a sort of hesitating way; glancing from her teaspoon to her guest.
Perhaps that in itself was not so much; but the long eyelashes lay wet and heavy upon her cheek, and Mrs. Bywank knew that token of old. I am afraid some hard thoughts about Mr. Rollo disturbed her mind, as she stood there looking. What use had he made of his ticket to distress her darling? she such a mere child, and he with his mature twenty-five years? But Mrs.
'Do you mean that the wedding ceremony is to be performed? 'It sounds so, to me, said Mrs. Bywank. "Well, my dear," said I, "then I say this. No man who has been through the motions in earnest with one woman, ought to go them over in play with another." 'She looked up again, one of her pretty, grave looks; and said slowly, as if she was thinking out her words: "Maybe you are right, Byo.
As they looked, Wych Hazel came out from the deep shadow of the trees that clothed this end of the garden approach; faultlessly dressed as usual, and with her apron gathered up full of flowers; and herself not alone. A young 'undress uniform' was by her side. 'Captain Lancaster, said Mrs. Bywank.
Bywank, glancing at him, 'chiefly because I think Miss Wych does not know in the least how often they come. Which, if she thought twice about any one of them, she would. And if I just hint it to her, she looks at me, and says "Often? when was he here before? I don't remember." All the same, they don't understand that. 'Well? said Rollo. 'They are quite equal to taking care of themselves.
'I have had the opportunity. But you look altogether too comfortable here, you and Mrs. Bywank! As for me, I have been breakfasting with two bears, and had nearly forgotten how civilization acts. 'My dear! said Mrs. Bywank. 'Not "breakfasting" when you were coming here, Miss Wych? 'Not much, Byo, to say the truth. I gave Mr. Falkirk his coffee hot and hot.
And setting on orange marmalade for him, she pleased herself with also setting on honey for her; even though the portrait of a little child was all the sign of her young lady the room could boast. But long habit had made it second nature to watch that face, no matter what else she was about. Mrs. Bywank looked and smiled and sighed, and bent down to see if the honey was perfect.
'The conditions of the will are to be carried out, my friend. Mrs. Bywank brought her hands together with a sense of relief and gladness that somehow went to her eyes too, and she was silent a little. 'I did hope it, sir! And I would far rather apply to you than to Mr. Falkirk. He frets me sometimes, added the old housekeeper: 'I may say that to you, sir.
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