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The house door was fastened; but the shippen door a little on in the same long low block of building stood open, and a dim light made an oblong upon the snowy ground outside. As Kinraid drew near he heard talking there, and a woman's voice; he threw a passing glance through the window into the fire-lit house-place, and seeing Mrs. Robson asleep by the fireside in her easy-chair, he went on.
'And how did thy sister take it? asked Philip, eagerly. 'She died in a six-month, said William; 'she forgived him, but it's beyond me. I thought it were him when I heerd of t' work about Darley; Kinraid and coming fra' Newcassel, where Annie lived 'prentice and I made inquiry, and it were t' same man. But I'll say no more about him, for it stirs t' old Adam more nor I like, or is fitting.
Hepburn was uneasy, too, at finding Kinraid take his seat by the fireside, like one accustomed to the ways of the house. Pipes were soon produced. Philip disliked smoking. Possibly Kinraid did so too, but he took a pipe at any rate, and lighted it, though he hardly used it at all, but kept talking to farmer Robson on sea affairs. He had the conversation pretty much to himself.
She went up to Kester, and shook his horny hand, she herself trembling all over. 'Don't talk to me of her, she said hastily. 'I cannot stand it. It's a blessing for her to be gone, but, oh She began to cry, and then cheered herself up, and swallowed down her sobs. 'Kester, she went on, hastily, 'Charley Kinraid isn't dead; dost ta know?
She had talked about it to Kinraid and her father in order to cover her regret at her lover's accompanying her father to see some new kind of harpoon about which the latter had spoken. But as soon as they had left the house, and she had covertly watched them up the brow in the field, she sate down to meditate and dream about her great happiness in being beloved by her hero, Charley Kinraid.
And by t' time I was back here and settled to my Bible, t' folk were returning, and it were tramp, tramp, past th' entry end for better nor a quarter of an hour. 'They say Kinraid has getten slugs and gun-shot in his side, said Hester. 'He's niver one Charley Kinraid, for sure, as I knowed at Newcastle, said William Coulson, roused to sudden and energetic curiosity.
'She's but a young lassie, said he to himself; 'an' Kinraid has been playing wi' her, as such as he can't help doing, once they get among the women. An' I came down sudden on her about Annie Coulson, and touched her pride. Maybe, too, it were ill advised to tell her how her mother was feared for her.
There was a traveller as come to our shop as had been at York, and knew some of her cousins theere that were in t' grocery line her mother was a York lady and they said she was just a picture of a woman, and iver so many gentlemen had been wantin' to marry her, but she just waited for Charley Kinraid, yo' see! 'Well, I hope they'll be happy; I'm sure I do! said Sylvia. 'That's just luck.
Kinraid, this pretty, joyous, prosperous little bird of a woman, Philip, Charley's wife, what could they have in common? what could they know of each other? All she could say in answer to Mrs. Kinraid's eager questions, and still more eager looks, was, that her husband was from home, had been long from home: she did not know where he was, she did not know when he would come back. Mrs.
It were a prosperous voyage; but, for all that, I'll never sail those seas again, nor ever take wage aboard an American again. 'Eh, dear! but it's awful t' think o' sitting wi' a man that has seen th' doorway into hell, said Bell, aghast. Sylvia had dropped her work, and sat gazing at Kinraid with fascinated wonder.
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