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Chillip was so alarmed by her abruptness as he told my mother afterwards that it was a mercy he didn't lose his presence of mind. But he repeated sweetly: 'Some local irritation, ma'am? 'Nonsense! replied my aunt, and corked herself again, at one blow. Mr. Chillip could do nothing after this, but sit and look at her feebly, as she sat and looked at the fire, until he was called upstairs again.
"You have been compelled to take the step sooner than you intended have you not?" "Yes, ma'am." "Then you can hardly be so well prepared as you would like to be!" "We shall manage." "It will hardly be convenient for your mother, I fear! You have nowhere else to take her have you?" "No, ma'am; but my mother loves us both.
A little later he said, reflectively: "You know, ma'am, it's an astonishin' thing to me, I can't get over it, my sittin' here in this house, eatin' with you folks and talkin' with you like this." Mrs. Armstrong smiled. "I can't see anything so very astonishing about it," she said. "Can't you?" "Certainly not. Why shouldn't you do it often?
"Yes," she returned in a tone of exasperation, "but I am a weak, ailing woman and you a big, strong man, used to exertion and exposure." The sentence ended in a distressing fit of coughing that seemed to shake her whole frame. "I'm right sorry fur ye, ma'am," he said, turning a pitying glance upon her, "but just hold on a bit longer and we'll be there. We're e'n a'most in sight o' the place now.
I never conceal my actions." Gyp murmured: "It's a question of atmosphere, isn't it?" Mr. Wagge shook his head. "No; I don't hold with incense we're not 'Igh Church. But how are YOU, ma'am? We often speak of you. You're looking well." His face had become a dusky orange, and Mrs. Wagge's the colour of a doubtful beetroot.
Then, turning to look at the little house, she added, "And it was your old home, I suppose." Jed nodded. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. "I was born in that house and lived there all my life up to five years ago." "And then you gave it up. Why? . . . Please forgive me. I didn't mean to be curious." "Oh, that's all right, ma'am. Nothin' secret about it.
"Come at last, is it?" said Henery. "Well, what about Fanny?" said Bathsheba. "Well, ma'am, in round numbers, she's run away with the soldiers." said William. "No; not a steady girl like Fanny!" "I'll tell ye all particulars. When I got to Caster, bridge Barracks, they said, " The Eleventh Dragoon- Guards be gone away, and new troops have come."
But it's many and many a long day and month since he left here and England. And whether he's alive or dead, poor fellow, Heaven above us only knows! She shook her head, and her voice trembled; her hand must have done so too, for the light required a deal of trimming. 'Where did he go, ma'am? asked the traveller, in a gentler voice.
"I'm sure, ma'am," said Antonio, with profound respect, "you don't want to get in more than I do, for I had no sleep all last night; I'll not keep you out one minute after night" so saying, he urged his horses to a fast trot, and was quite us good as his word.
She's as sweet and lovely a girl as ever my two heyes looked on. I never saw nothink like 'er golden 'air it's quite 'eavenly, ma'am, if I may use the hexpression." "Oh! she is a girl then? ah! I thought so," said Miss Peppy, with a sigh of resignation, as if the fact were a perplexity too deep for investigation, at least at that time.
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