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While the Hall, in Sir Henry's time, remained childless, the lodge prided itself on a boy and two girls. Young Rockett, something of a scapegrace, was by the baronet's advice sent to sea, and thenceforth gave his parents no trouble. The second daughter, Betsy, grew up to be her mother's help.
Bainton was his ready accomplice in this harmless conspiracy, and promptly gave him due warning whenever the Poreham ''bus' or landau was seen weightily bearing down upon the village, with the result that, on the arrival of the descendant of the Beedles at the rectory door she was met by Hester Rockett, the parlourmaid, with a demure smile and the statement, 'Mr.
Rockett and Betsy started up, and Betsy ran to the door. In a moment or two she came back with glowing cheeks. 'I'm sure I never heard the bell! she exclaimed with compunction. 'Miss Shale had to get off her bicycle! 'Was it she who hammered at the window? asked May coldly. 'Yes and she was that annoyed. 'It will do her good.
Rockett, who was just now in anguish of lumbago, tried to straighten himself in his chair before replying, but sank helplessly together with a groan. 'You can't help yourself, May, he said at length. 'It's your nature, my girl. Don't worry. I'll see Sir Edwin, and perhaps he'll listen to me. It's the women who make all the mischief. I must try to see Sir Edwin
Splendid subject, she'd be. . . . When I think of that beastly so-called portrait that I put my foot through, the day I was in hell! Queer how one develops all at a jump. Two years ago I could no more paint a woman's portrait than I could build a cathedral. I caught the trick in the Slummer, but didn't see all it meant till Blackstaffe asked me to paint Lady Rockett.
We've always 'ad a lot o' game in these parts, and if it wasn't for a low, poaching fellow named Bob Pretty Claybury's disgrace I call 'im we'd 'ave a lot more. It happened in this way. Squire Rockett was going abroad to foreign parts for a year, and he let the Hall to a gentleman from London named Sutton.
It was fated that May Rockett should go through with her purpose and gain her end. In the silence May's blood gurgled at her ears, and she tottered with dizziness. 'You may go, said Lady Shale. But May could not move. There flashed across her the terrible thought that perhaps she had humiliated herself for nothing. 'My lady I hope will your ladyship please to forgive my father and mother?
"It wasn't on your land at all, but on the field next to it. I'm an honest, 'ardworking man, and I've never been in trouble afore. Ask anybody 'ere and they'll tell you the same." Squire Rockett took no notice of 'im. "Is that the sack?" he asks, turning to Mr. Cutts. "That's the one, sir," ses Mr. Cutts. "I'd swear to it anywhere." "You'd swear a man's life away," ses Bob.
One often hears of such cases out in the country, and it seems awfully hard lines, doesn't it? Miss Rockett felt a warmth ascending to her ears, and made a violent effort to look unconcerned. She wished to say something, but could not find the right words, and did not feel altogether sure of her voice.
"Yours respectively, The writing of the letter took Mrs. Corbett the greater part of the afternoon, but when it was done she felt a great weight had been lifted from her heart. She set about her preparations for the evening meal with more than usual speed. Going to the door to call Peter Rockett, she was surprised to see Rance Belmont, with his splendid sorrel pacer, drive into the yard.
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