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Greenow was the early mangels; I'll be the late turnips. Come then, say the word. There ain't a bedroom in my house, not one of the front ones, that isn't mahogany furnished!" "What's furniture to me?" said Mrs Greenow, with her handkerchief to her eyes. Just at this moment Maria's mother stepped in under the canvas. It was most inopportune.
He, in his passion, had probably omitted to notice this; but Mrs Greenow, who was more cool in her present temperament, was painfully aware that he might not be able to rise with ease. "Mr Cheesacre, don't make a fool of yourself. Get up," said she. "Never, till you have told me that you will be mine!" "Then you'll remain there for ever, which will be inconvenient.
Kate remarked that she had heard that morning from Aunt Greenow, and promised to show Alice the letter after breakfast. But Alice said no word of her own letter. "Why didn't your aunt come here to eat her Christmas dinner?" said the Squire. "Perhaps, sir, because you didn't ask her," said Kate, standing close to her grandfather, for the old man was somewhat deaf.
"No, it's not. I haven't any choice in the matter. Of course I might refuse to speak to Aunt Greenow, and nobody could make me; but practically I haven't any choice in the matter. Fancy a month at Yarmouth with no companion but such a woman as that!" "I shouldn't mind it. Aunt Greenow always seems to me to be a very good sort of woman."
Mrs Greenow declared that she had not positively invited the Captain; but on this point Kate hardly gave full credit to her aunt's statement. Alice arrived, and, for a day or two, the three ladies lived very pleasantly together. Kate still wore her arm in a sling; but she was able to walk out, and would take long walks in spite of the doctor's prohibition. Of course, they went up on the mountains.
They had fallen into luxurious habits, and I am afraid it was past eleven o'clock, although the breakfast things were still on the table. Kate would usually bathe before breakfast, but Mrs Greenow was never out of her room till half-past ten. "I like the morning for contemplation," she once said. "When a woman has gone through all that I have suffered she has a great deal to think of."
They were all standing at the front door of the house when Mrs Greenow re-appeared, Alice, Kate, Captain Bellfield, the Shap boy, and the Shap horse and gig. "Where is he?" Kate asked in a low voice, and everyone there felt how important was the question. "He has gone," said the widow.
That Mrs Greenow was always in truth the dominant spirit I need hardly say; but she knew how to make a companion happy, and well also how to make him wretched. On the whole of this day poor Cheesacre was very wretched. "I don't think I shall go there any more," he said to Bellfield, as he drove the gig back to Penrith that evening.
"That's a recommendation, no doubt." "Of course it is; a great recommendation." Mrs Greenow had no idea of joking when her mind was intent on serious things. "He's to take us to the picnic to-morrow, and I do hope you'll manage to let him sit beside you. It'll be the place of honour, because he gives all the wine.
"Miss Vavasor, I am delighted," he said. "Miss Alice Vavasor, if I am not mistaken? I have been commissioned by my dear friend Mrs Greenow to go out and seek you, but, upon my word, the woods looked so black that I did not dare to venture; and then, of course, I shouldn't have found you." Kate put out her left hand, and then introduced her cousin to the Captain.
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