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The Sidlinch men had been so deeply engrossed in their task that they had not noticed the lanterns of the Chalk-Newton choir till now. 'What be you the Newton carol-singers? returned the representatives of Sidlinch. 'Ay, sure. Can it be that it is old Sergeant Holway you've a-buried there? ''Tis so. You've heard about it, then?
Why should I trust you to help take a trainload of my cattle through?" "You can wire to Mr. Crawford at Malapi and ask him about me," the young fellow suggested. "How long you ride for him?" "Three years comin' grass." "How do I knew you you're the man you say you are?" "One of yore boys knows me Bud Holway." West grunted again. He knew Emerson Crawford well.
Daddy Daddy, DEAR, is it possible you don't understand yet that it was all make-believe?" "All make-believe? What; your likin' Cousin Percy?" "Yes, that and Mr. Holway and everything else the whole of it. Haven't you guessed it yet? It was all a sham; don't you see? When I came back from college and found out exactly how things were going, I realized at once that something must be done.
"'Ladies and feller members, says he, 'there's been some surprisin' votin' done in this election. Things ain't gone as we cal'lated they would, somehow. Mr. Holway, your election wa'n't unanimous, after all. "The way he said it made most everybody think Gabe was elected, anyhow, and I guess Holway thought so himself, for he smiled forgivin' and says: "'Never mind, Mr. Gale, says he.
Holway with an odd expression, and, so it seemed to her husband, was apparently dissatisfied or disturbed. At all events she said little and, when addressed, answered absent-mindedly. Mr. Hungerford was the most surprised of all. He had been out, and when, returning, he found his friend in the drawing-room, his greeting was not too cordial. Mr.
And, as usual in them cases, the feller that ordered it didn't know what was comin' to him. "Stingy Gabe was that feller. His Sunday name was Gabriel Atkinson Holway, and his dad used to peddle fish from Orham to Denboro and back. The old man was christened Gabriel, likewise.
Holway possibly considered that a hint was involved; at any rate, he rose and announced that he must be going. Gertrude begged him not to hurry, they had all enjoyed his call so much, she said. Cousin Percy suddenly declared that he would accompany his friend on his way, a walk would do him good. Monty expressed no enthusiasm at the prospect of company, but the pair left the house together.
That's how it is you see me here. As soon as we got into barracks at Casterbridge I heard o' this . . . Damn me! I'll dare to follow my father, and make away with myself, too. It is the only thing left to do! 'Don't ye be rash, Luke Holway, I say again; but try to make amends by your future life. And maybe your father will smile a smile down from heaven upon 'ee for 't. He shook his head.
Her tone was quite serious, but there was an odd expression in her eye. Mr. Holway, blond, immaculate and blase, bowed. Then he, too, started. "Eh!" he exclaimed. "Why, by Jove!" Captain Dan nodded. "Yes," he observed, quietly. "Well, I'm much obliged to you, Gertie, but Mr. Holway and I have met before." Gertrude's surprise, real or assumed, was great. "Have you?" she cried. "Why, how odd! When?"
"Wear off! With Gertie goin' it harder than her mother ever thought of?" "Oh, Gertie doesn't mean it." "She DON'T! She don't! Perhaps you don't think she means it when she goes to every 'tea' and 'recital' and 'at home' and crazy dido from here to Beersheba and back. Is THAT goin' to wear off? Chasin' around with Cousin Percy and that Holway and land knows who?" "What?
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