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Updated: June 3, 2025
You needn't think you're going to be God A'mighty because you've got up a bit earlier for once in a way and been down to th' shop before breakfast." In all his demeanour there was not the least indication of weakness. He might never have sat down on the stairs and cried! He might never have submitted feebly and perhaps gladly to the caresses of Clara and the soothings of Auntie Hamps!
"Well, if you talk about `warning' me, of course I must insist on having some," said Auntie Clara. Clara jumped up, passed behind Mrs Hamps, making a contemptuous face at those curls as she did so, and ran gracefully down to the kitchen. "Here," she said crossly to Mrs Nixon. "A pot of that gooseberry, please. A small one will do.
Edwin felt that the situation was now further intensified. "I expect you've heard about the poor Vicar," Mrs Hamps funereally insinuated. Edwin mutely damned her. Maggie looked up sharply. "No! ... He's not " Mrs Hamps nodded twice. The tears vanished from Maggie's eyes, forced backwards by all the secret pride that was in her.
She had shown no surprise at finding him alone, for the reason that she had already learnt everything from the servant in the hall. "Janet and Maggie? They're friendly enough when they can be of use to each other." "How kind Miss Janet was when your father was ill! I'm sure Maggie feels she must do all she can to return her kindness," Mrs Hamps murmured, with emotion.
He left her, saddened by the obvious conclusion that his auntie, whom he had always supported against his sisters, was part author of his undoing. She had undoubtedly much strengthened his father against him. He had a gleam of suspicion that his sisters had been right, and he wrong, about Mrs Hamps. Wonderful, the cruel ruthless insight of girls into some things!
Soon afterwards, when Mrs Hamps had departed with her genuine but too spectacular grief, Edwin heard an immense commotion coming down the road from Hanbridge: cheers, shouts, squeals, penny whistles, and trumpets. He opened the gate. "Who's in?" he asked a stout, shabby man, who was gesticulating in glee with a little Tory flag on the edge of the crowd.
Mrs Hamps having departed, all the family, including Darius, had retired earlier than usual.
Hence they had set out instantly, although the baby required sustenance; Albert having suggested that Clara could feed the baby just as well at her father's as at home. Before the Benbow story was quite finished it became entangled with the story of Mrs Hamps, and then with Edwin's story. They were all speaking at once, except Maggie, who was trying to soothe the baby.
The door opened again, and Auntie Hamps was shown in by the servant. Before he could move the old lady had with overwhelming sweet supplications insisted that he should not move no, not even to shake hands! He rose only to shake hands, and then fell back into his comfort. Auntie Hamps fixed a chair for herself opposite him, and drummed her black-gloved hands on the white table-cloth.
"No," said Auntie Hamps. "And I always understood that the eldest daughter's what's her name?" "Marian." "Marian's were all girls." "I believe they are. Aren't they, Edwin?" "How can I tell?" said Edwin. It was a marvel to him how his auntie collected her information.
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