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When I venture to criticise your private life I shall expect you to criticise mine and not before. I don't want to be rude, but I hope you understand, great-stepuncle." The milk was within the twentieth of an inch of the brim. James Ollerenshaw blushed as red as Helen herself had blushed at the beginning of their acquaintance. A girl, the daughter of the chit Susan, to address him so!
"Missis," said he, "if you don't mind what ye're about, you'll have a daughter-in-law afore you can say 'knife'!" "Not Helen?" "Ay, Helen." "But, Mr. Ollerenshaw " Here happened an interruption a servant with a tray of sustenance, comprising more champagne. James, prudent, would have refused, but under the hospitable urgency of Mrs. Prockter he compromised and yielded. "I'll join ye."
It was said that, after Ephraim Tellwright, he was the richest man in Bursley. There was a slight resemblance of type between Ollerenshaw and Tellwright. But Tellwright had buried two wives, whereas Ollerenshaw had never got within arm's length of a woman. The town much preferred Ollerenshaw.
Imagine the scandal, Mr. Ollerenshaw! Imagine my position; imagine yours! Me, in an affair like that! I won't have it that is to say, I won't have it if I can stop it. Now, what can we do?" But he kept this pleasure to himself. "Nowt!" he said, drily. He spoke to her as one sensible person speaks to another sensible person in the Five Towns. Assuredly she was a very sensible person.
It is the most difficult thing in the world for a man named James not to be referred to as Jimmy. The temptation to the public is almost irresistible. Let him have but a wart on his nose, and they will regard it as sufficient excuse for yielding. I do not think that Mr. Ollerenshaw was consciously set down as an oddity in his native town. Certainly he did not so set down himself.
"We've been looking for you everywhere," Helen burst out. "Oh, Mrs. Prockter, do come with me to the end of the corridor, and look at three old distaffs that I've found in a cupboard!" During the absence of the women, James Ollerenshaw contradicted himself to Emanuel for the sweet sake of Emanuel's stepmother.
"I expected you'd be in a bit of a mess, so I thought I might be useful. How d'ye do, Mr. Ollerenshaw?" And he hurt James's hand also. "It's very kind of you," Helen remarked, flushing. "How do, Prockter?" Andrew jerked out at Emanuel, not taking his hand. This abstention on Andrew's part from physical violence was capable of two interpretations.
"You know that Emanuel is here?" said Helen, with her most diplomatic and captivating smile. But Mrs. Prockter did not know. "I thought Mr. Ollerenshaw wanted me," Mrs. Prockter explained, "so I came as quickly as I could." "It was I who wanted to speak to you," said Helen. "The truth is that Emanuel is lying on uncle's bed, unwell or something, and he expressed a wish to see you.
Accordingly, they both became extravagantly effusive or, at any rate, more effusive than usual, though each was well aware that the artifice was entirely futile. "All alone?" Sarah asked, when she had recovered from the first shock of the hall's magnificence. "Yes," said Helen. "It's Georgiana's afternoon out, and uncle's away, and I haven't got any new servants yet." "Mr. Ollerenshaw away!
"Rely on me," said she, silencing him. Thus, without a pang, he left Helen to her fate. They had touched the ground-floor. "Thank you very much, Mr. Ollerenshaw," said Mrs. Prockter. "Good-night. I'll make the best of my way home." Curious, how sorry he felt at this announcement!
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