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Updated: May 15, 2025
She knew well that there was no bolt there. It would be terrible to her to be invaded by John Crumb after his fifth or sixth glass of beer. And, she declared to herself, that should he come he would be sure to bring Joe Mixet with him to speak his mind for him. So she paused and listened.
'I don't see why I ain't to do as I likes with my own, he said to Joe Mixet, the baker, who went out to Sheep's Acre Farm as one of many deputations sent by the municipality of Bungay. 'She's your own flesh and blood, Mr Ruggles, said the baker. 'No; she ain't; no more than she's a Pipkin. She's taken up with Mrs Pipkin jist because I hate the Pipkinses. Let Mrs Pipkin give 'em a breakfast.
But, oh, she has a mind to put me so abouts, that I'll have to go home and hang myself' 'Dash it, Miss Ruby, you ain't a going to serve a young man that way, said the baker. 'If you'll jist keep yourself to yourself, I'll be obliged to you, Mr Mixet, said Ruby. 'If you hadn't come here at all things might have been different.
John Crumb went open-mouthed with the news to Joe Mixet, and all Bungay soon knew that Ruby Ruggles had run away. After sending his message to Crumb the old man still sat thinking, and at last made up his mind that he would go to his landlord. He held a part of his farm under Roger Carbury, and Roger Carbury would tell him what he ought to do. A great trouble had come upon him.
'You couldn't look nicer, miss, if you was to try ever so. My mother says as it's housifery as recommends a girl to the young men. What do you say, John? 'I loiks to see her loik o' that, said John rubbing his hands down the back of his trowsers, and stooping till he had brought his eyes down to a level with those of his sweetheart. 'It looks homely; don't it John? said Mixet.
But, in return for that night's somewhat harsh treatment of Ruby, he did at last consent to have the money settled upon John Crumb at his death, an arrangement which both the lawyer and Joe Mixet thought to be almost as good as a free gift, being both of them aware that the consumption of gin and water was on the increase.
'I wonder it did not occur to you that Ruby would go there. John Crumb scratched his head, as though acknowledging the shortcoming of his own intellect. 'Of course if she was to go to London it was the proper thing for her to do. 'I knew she'd do the thing as was right. I said that all along. Darned if I didn't. You ask Mixet, squoire, him as is baker down Bardsey Lane.
I'll bet you a gallon, old fellow, she and I are the best friends in Bungay before six months are gone. 'Nay, nay; she must have a better friend than thee, Joe, or I must know the reason why. But John Crumb's heart was too big for jealousy, and he agreed at last that Joe Mixet should be his best man, undertaking to 'square it all' with Ruby, after the ceremony.
After the breakfast, or 'bit of dinner, as John Crumb would call it, Mr Mixet of course made a speech. 'He had had the pleasure of knowing John Crumb for a great many years, and the honour of being acquainted with Miss Ruby Ruggles, he begged all their pardons, and should have said Mrs John Crumb, ever since she was a child. 'That's a downright story, said Ruby in a whisper to Mrs Hurtle.
He was still however resolved to send Mrs Pipkin the price of a new blue cloak, and declared his purpose of getting Mixet to write the letter and enclose the money order. John Crumb had no delicacy as to declaring his own deficiency in literary acquirements. He was able to make out a bill for meal or pollards, but did little beyond that in the way of writing letters.
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