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"I reckon ye wad be a better stepmother to yon brocken-backt bitch of yours an it had the mange?" said Mattha. "Nay, but the plague the plague. Ye've heard what the new preachers are telling about the plague. Robbie's got it, Robbie's got the plague; I'm sure of it, sure." 'Becca set down the candle to wring her hands. "So thoo's sure of it, ista?" said Mattha.
I kind of hate to leave Robbie. Robbie's like me. And some day somebody'll tell him what a fool he is like they told me. I wish I could warn him or learn him not to care. But, barring Robbie, I'm not afraid to go. But I'd be afraid to live. To live all the rest of my days on my back or in a chair I who was made to go? John can't abide me well and able to work. He'd hate the sight of me useless.
Robbie's impatience waxed considerably during the half-hour thence ensuing; but when ten o'clock had struck, and still no definite movement was made, his indignation became boisterous. There were to be four inside passengers, all women; and cold as the night might prove, Robbie's seat must be outside.
Jim, the driver, came into the kitchen at that moment on his way to bed, and unravelled the mystery of the map by showing that it was possible for Robbie's friends to go off the Carlisle road towards Gaskarth and Wythburn at the village of Askham.
But when nine o'clock had come and gone, and still the coach stood in the yard of the inn, Robbie's sense of duty overcame his appetite for what he would have called a "spoag." It was usual for the Carlisle coach to await the coach from Lancaster, and it was because the latter had not yet arrived at Kendal that the former was unable to depart from it.
Warden's as good-natured as an old cow. You'll meet her sometime only don't you let her fool you with those soft eyes of hers. You'll find she doesn't mean it; it's just that she likes to have handsome men hanging round her." At one o'clock a few of Robbie's guests went to bed, Montague among them.
Branthwaite was sitting at Robbie's bedside bathing his hot forehead with cloths damped in vinegar. The little woman timid and nervous in quieter times was beginning to show some mettle now. "Robbie has the fever, the brain fever," she said. She was right. The old wife's diagnosis was as swift as thought. Next day they sent for the doctor from Gaskarth.
"Mr.-a-Ducie, if I heard aright? A stranger, I believe, to our northern capital, and I hope a dancer?" I bowed. "Grant me the pleasure, Mr. Ducie, of finding you a partner." "If," said I, "you would present me to the young lady yonder, beneath the musicians' gallery " For I recognised Master Ronald's flame, the girl in pink of Mr. Robbie's party, to-night gowned in apple-green.
Then drawing her old shawl over her head, she locked the attic door securely behind her, and ran as fast as her feet could carry her to Mrs Blossom's house. 'Robbie's very ill, gasped Meg, breathlessly, as she burst into the shop, the shutters of which were already put up, though it was still early in the night, 'and I want a doctor for him. Where shall I find a doctor?
'Meg, said Kitty, 'I can pay you back the shilling you gave me on Tuesday night. 'But you mustn't come into our room, if you do, answered Meg. 'No, no, I'll not come in, said she, pressing a shilling into Meg's hand. 'But why hasn't father come home? 'I don't know, sobbed Meg. 'His ship came in the night of Robbie's birthday, that's two days ago; and he's never come yet.
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