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He looked about the garden eagerly for a spot in which to hide them, but a high stone wall surrounded the place, and the garden itself was so neat and tidy there was no chance of hiding anything there without the risk of being found out. And Mrs. Minards, he remembered, was always pottering about in her garden.
"You must admit that they ought to be taught how to live. But those Minards are no better in their way. What cupidity! they've come here solely after Celeste. Your daughter will be lost to you if you let them have her. These parvenus have all the vices of the great lords of other days without their elegance.
They had been down to the hind's cottage, gossiping with his wife. About nine o'clock Mrs. Minards came back in the car, driven by her husband, and soon after all the household retired to bed. It must have been three or four hours later that Paul heard what he thought were mysterious noises and stealthy footsteps downstairs.
Farmer Minards slept on the other side of the house, and his room could only be reached by a flight of stairs running up from the kitchen. To get at him Paul must go right down, and through the house, close to, if not actually passing by the burglar, or whoever it might be who was acting so stealthily. But Farmer Minards must be roused somehow. This was the one thing Paul was certain of.
His eyes were fastened on Ruby, and she in turn stared at him as a rabbit at a snake, shrinking slightly on her father's arm. Tresidder's jaw dropped, and his eyes began to protrude. "What's the meanin' o' this?" he stammered. "I've come to marry your daughter," answered Zeb, very slow and distinct. "She was to wed Zebedee Minards to-day, an' I'm Zebedee Minards." "But "
This assiduity on the part of the Minards was brought about by a somewhat tardy meeting between Messieurs Metivier, Barbet, and Minard on an evening when the two former, being tenants of Mademoiselle Thuillier, remained rather longer than usual in discussing business with her.
"Which o' your ears is burning?" "Both." "Then it shu'd be the left ear only. Old Zeb, here " "Hush 'ee now, Prudy!" implored the crowder. " Old Zeb here," continued Prudy, relentlessly, "was only a-sayin', as you walked in, that he'd read you the Riot Act afore you was many days older. He's mighty fierce wi' your goin's on, I 'sure 'ee." "Is that so, Mr. Minards?" Mr.
Iss, baked o' course. . . . Afore August is out mark my words the pilchards'll be here." "But shall we be here to take 'em?" It was a dark, good-looking, serious youth who put the question: and all the men at the end of the quay turned to stare at him. The men turned to young Seth Minards because, as a rule, he had a wonderful gift of silence.
By consequence, young Seth Minards spoke rarely, but with more than a double weight. "What mean ye, my son?" demanded Un' Benny. "Tell us you that don't speak, as a rule, out of your turn." "I think," answered Seth Minards slowly, "there is going to be War for certain a great War and in a few days."
At least, one of the kitchen windows and the shutter were found open, and there were footmarks on the window-sill, and about the floor. The strange thing is that nothing has been moved or taken away, but Mrs. Minards is greatly frightened, so are the maids; the foolish girls seem to have lost their heads entirely."
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