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Updated: May 29, 2025
I like poor people, but I hate rich ones stuck-up beasts." Mrs. Hopgood was looking over the gate, with her cap on one side, and one of Pasiance's cats rubbing itself against her skirts. At the sight of us she hugged herself. "Where's grandfather?" asked Pasiance. The old lady shook her head. "Is it a row?" Mrs. Hopgood wriggled, and wriggled, and out came: "Did you get yure tay, my pretty? No?
When I was reading those words I remember a strange, soft, half-scornful look came over Pasiance's face; and once she said, "But that's all nonsense, isn't it...?" Then followed a long passage about what he would gain if he succeeded, about all that he was risking, the impossibility of failure, if he kept his wits about him.
Before I was off the quay I heard him saying to a lady, "Bane in collision, marm! Like to zee over her?" After lunch I rode on to Moor. The old place looked much the same; but the apple-trees were stripped of fruit, and their leaves beginning to go yellow and fall. One of Pasiance's cats passed me in the orchard hunting a bird, still with a ribbon round its neck.
They are very good friends, and respect each other; Dan has a great admiration for the old man, but the attraction is Pasiance. He talks very little when she's in the room, but looks at her in a sidelong, wistful sort of way. Pasiance's conduct to him would be cruel in any one else, but in her, one takes it with a pinch of salt. Dan goes off, but turns up again as quiet and dogged as you please.
He struck a blow on Pasiance's door. "Let me in!" he said. I drew Dan into my bedroom. The key was slowly turned, her door was flung open, and there she stood in her dressing-gown, a candle in her hand, her face crimson, and oh! so young, with its short, crisp hair and round cheeks. The old man like a giant in front of her raised his hands, and laid them on her shoulders. "What's this?
Without another word we went back up the hill. John Ford stood at the gate motionless, indifferent nothing had dawned on him as yet. I whispered to Dan, "Let it alone!" "No," he said, "I'm going to show you." He struck a match, and slowly hunted the footsteps in the wet grass of the orchard. "Look here!" He stopped under Pasiance's window and swayed the match over the ground.
While they were staring at each other like this, Pasiance came up with a kitten. "See!" she said, "isn't it a darling?" The kitten crawled and clawed its way up behind her neck. I saw both men's eyes as they looked at Pasiance, and suddenly understood what they were at. The kitten rubbed itself against Pasiance's cheek, overbalanced, and fell, clawing, down her dress.
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