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I've said it times, and I'll say it again. What are you lookin' at me for, Betsy Brunt?" And Mrs. Jellison drew up suddenly with a fierce glance at Mrs. Brunt. "Why, Mrs. Jellison, I niver meant no offence," said Mrs. Brunt, hastily. "I won't stand no insinooating," said Mrs. Jellison, with energy. "If you've got soomthink agen me, you may out wi' 't an' niver mind the young lady." But Mrs.
Hurd's tea-party took for her in an instant the dramatic zest and glamour. "Look here, Mrs. Jellison," she said, going up to her; "I was just going to leave these apples for your grandson. Perhaps you'll take them, now you're here. They're quite sweet, though they look green. They're the best we've got, the gardener says." "Oh, they are, are they?" said Mrs.
"Well, she did well for hersen," said Mrs. Brunt, with the same gentle melancholy. "She married a stiddy man as 'ull keep her well all her time, and never let her want for nothink." "A sour, wooden-faced chap as iver I knew," said Mrs. Jellison, grudgingly. "I don't have nothink to say to him, nor he to me.
"Hurd has been in good work since October, and has no need to poach. Westall has a down on him. You may tell him I think so, if you like." "That I will," said Mrs. Jellison, cheerfully, opening the door for them. "There's nobody makes 'im 'ear the trëuth, nobbut me. I loves naggin' ov 'im, ee's that masterful. But ee don't master me!"
When you've had a husband in his bed for fower year, miss, and he's took at last, you'll know." She nodded emphatically. Marcella laughed. "I know you were very fond of him, Mrs. Jellison, and looked after him very well, too." "Oh, I don't say nothin' about that," said Mrs. Jellison, hastily. "But all the same you kin reckon it up, and see for yoursen.
It's attacking men when their blood is up that brings these awful hings about." "Wal, I don't see that," said Mrs. Jellison, pugnaciously; "he wor paid to do 't an' he had the law on his side. 'Ow 's she?" she said, lowering her voice and jerking her thumb in the direction of the Hurds' cottage. "She's very ill," replied Marcella, with a contraction of the brow. "Dr.
Clarke says she ought to stay in bed, but of course she won't." "They're a-goin' to try 'im Thursday?" said Mrs. Jellison, inquiringly. "Yes." "An' Muster Wharton be a-goin' to defend 'im. Muster Wharton may be cliver, ee may they do say as ee can see the grass growin', ee's that knowin' but ee'll not get Jim Hurd off; there's nobody in the village as b'lieves for a moment as 'ow he will.
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