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Updated: May 14, 2025
She herself left a vegetable stew ready for supper, safely simmering in a hay-box, and walked towards the potato field with Ellesborough. On the way they fell in with Hastings, the bailiff, who was walking fast, and seemed to be in some excitement. "Miss Leighton that old fool Halsey has given notice!" Janet stopped in dismay.
And at night, after supper, Rachel stood on the front steps looking into a wide starry heaven, moonless, cold, and still. Betty and Jenny had just gone up to bed. Janet was in the kitchen, putting the porridge for the morrow's breakfast which she had just made into the hay-box, which would keep it steaming all night. But she would soon have done work. The moment seemed to have come.
The picture of the snowstorm, of the woman at the door, various points in his description of her, and of the solitary apparently bachelor owner of the farm, began to affect Janet uncomfortably. She got rid of the chatter-box as soon as possible, and went slowly to the kitchen, to get supper ready. As she fried the bacon, and took some vegetables out of the hay-box, she was thinking fast. Tanner?
It was a cold meal of bacon, with lettuce, bread and jam, some tea made on a "Tommy's cooker," and potatoes which Janet, who was for the present housekeeper and cook, produced hot and steaming from the hay-box to which she had consigned them after the midday dinner. A small oil-lamp had been lit, and through the open windows afterglow and moonrise streamed in to mingle with its light.
It seemed to her she had already seen Rachel come in like that had already heard her say those words. She shut up the hay-box, and came gently forward. "Here, Rachel?" "You've nearly done?" "In a few minutes. If you'll go into the sitting-room, I'll join you directly." And while she hurried through the rest of her work, her mind was really running forward in prophecy.
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