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"I meant to occupy that bench, and occupy it I will. What have I to be ashamed of?" And she did occupy that bench. She contrived to occupy it without seeing Mr. Ollerenshaw. Each separate movement of hers denied absolutely the existence of Mr. Ollerenshaw.
So he sat down at last. "Well," said Mrs. Prockter, "I'm not sorry she isn't. But if she had been I should have spoken just the same not to her, but to you. Now, Mr. Ollerenshaw, I think you and I are rather alike in some things. I hate beating about the bush, and I imagine that you do." He was flattered. And he was perfectly eased by her tone. She was a woman to whom you could talk sense.
James Ollerenshaw spoke, and I imagine that nobody was more surprised than James Ollerenshaw by his brief speech, which slipped out of him quite unawares. What he said was: "Well, lass, how goes it, like?" If the town could have heard him, the town would have rustled from boundary to boundary with agitated and delicious whisperings. Ollerenshaw. She also smiled, amid her roses.
When they had satisfied themselves that Edinburgh did not contain Helen's trunks no mean labour, for the lost luggage office was closed, and they had to move mountains in order to get it opened on the plea of extremest urgency Jimmy Ollerenshaw turned to Susan's daughter, saying to himself that she must be soothed regardless of cost.
"But you haven't told me what you're doing i' Bosley," said the old man. "I've told you I'm living here," said Helen. "I've now been living here for one week and one day. I'm teaching at the Park Road Board School. I got transferred from Longshaw. I never liked Longshaw, and I always like a change." "Yes," said Ollerenshaw, judiciously, "of the two I reckon as Bosley is the frying-pan.
But in any battle of the sexes silence is no cover to the male, as he ought to have known. Helen pursued him behind his cover. "I wonder who she's setting her cap at! I suppose you'll not deny that she wears a cap?" It was quite a long time since James Ollerenshaw had blushed; but he blushed at these words. Nothing could have been more foolish, inept, on his part.
Nothing violent happened. He had rather expected the heavens to fall, or that at least Mrs. Prockter would exclaim: "Unhand me, monster!" But nothing violent happened. "And this is me, James Ollerenshaw!" he said to himself, still squeezing. One afternoon Sarah Swetnam called, and Helen in person opened the great door to the visitor.
And you promised you wouldn't till to-morrow." "Nay!" said James. "I've said nowt! It's you as has let it out, now, missis!" "Told me what, Mrs. Prockter?" Helen asked, utterly unexpectant of the answer she was to get. "My dear girl," said the elder dame, "do not call me Mrs. Prockter. I am Mrs. Ollerenshaw. I am the property that your uncle has been buying at Derby.
They were talking just as if James Ollerenshaw had been in Timbuctoo, instead of by the mantelpiece, when Sally suddenly turned on him. "It must be very nice for you to have Nell like this!" She addressed him with a glowing smile. They had never been introduced! A week ago they had passed each other in St. Luke's-square without a sign.
Never before had James Ollerenshaw felt like a criminal, but as Helen's eyes dwelt for a moment on his in bidding him good-night, he could scarcely restrain the blush of the evildoer. And him sixty! Turn which way he would he saw nothing but worry. What an incredible day he had lived through! And how astounding was human existence!
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