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He adjusted his glasses, and turned over his documents once more. "Then I think there is nothing more we need trouble you with oh yes! one thing Miss er Miss Priday ?" Priscilla, who during the whole conversation had sat bolt upright on a chair in the corner of the room, neither moving nor speaking, here rose and curtsied. The lawyer looked at her attentively. "Priday-Miss Priscilla Priday?"
She tried to hide them, not so well, however, but that Priscilla Priday saw them. "Now, lovey child!" she whispered, "Don't take on! It's only the doctors that's made him low like and feelin' blue, and he ain't takin' sup or morsel, but we'll make him have a bite in his own room afterwards. Don't you swell your pretty eyes and make 'em red, for that won't suit me nor Mr.
And that, if she shall find it necessary to resign her duties in the farm house, she shall possess that cottage on my estate known as Rose Cottage, free of all charges, and be allowed to live there and be suitably and comfortably maintained till the end of her days. And, er pray don't distress yourself, Miss Priday!" For Priscilla was crying, and making no effort to hide her emotion.
And also a a" here he pulled out a note-book from his pocket and studied it through his owl-like glasses "yes! er, yes! a Miss Priscilla Priday she must be present, if she can be found I believe she is on the premises?" "Priscilla is our housekeeper," said Robin "and a faithful friend." "Yes I er thought so a devoted friend," murmured Mr.
Setting it in a big brown jar full of water, he put it in the entrance hall where its shoots reached nearly to the ceiling, and Priscilla Priday exclaimed at the sight of it "Eh, eh, is the old rose-tree broken, Mister Robin! That's never happened before in all the time I've been 'ere! I don't like the looks of it! no, Mister Robin, I don't!"
"Yes, sir that's me," said Priscilla, briefly. "Mr. Jocelyn thought very highly of you, Miss Friday," he said "he mentions you in the following paragraph of his will 'I give and bequeath to my faithful housekeeper and good friend, Priscilla Priday, the sum of Two Hundred Pounds for her own personal use, and I desire that she shall remain at Briar Farm for the rest of her life.
Priscilla Priday, her wizened yellow face just now reddened to the tint of a winter apple by her recent exertions in the kitchen, was not so much engaged in eating her supper as in watching her master. Her beady brown eyes roved from him to the slight delicate girl beside him with inquisitive alertness.
It was soon known in the village that Innocent had left Briar Farm "run away," the gossips said, eager to learn more. But they could get no information out of Robin Clifford or Priscilla Priday, and the labourers on the farm knew nothing. The farm work was going on as usual that was all they cared about. Mr. Clifford was very silent Miss Priday very busy.
She's got the queerest notions about love she picked 'em out o' they old books an' she'll 'ave to find out they's more lies than truth. Love's a poor 'oldin' for most folks it don't last long enough." Mr. Bayliss permitted himself to smile, as he took his hat, and prepared to go. "I'm sure you're quite right, Miss Priday!" he said "you speak er most sensibly!
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