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"Now, look here, Wilmet; you promise me not to scoot without letting us know. We'll get you a place to go to. Promise." A little sheepishly the rogue-girl answered: "I promise; only, I'm goin'." Suddenly she dimpled and broke into her broad smile. "Mr. Derek, d'you know what they say they say you're in love. You was seen in th' orchard. Ah! 'tis all right for you and her!
The door, there, was opened by the rogue-girl, comely and robust as ever, in a linen frock, with her sleeves rolled up, and smiling broadly at his astonishment. "Don't be afraid, Mr. Derek; I'm only here for the week-end, just to tiddy up a bit. 'Tis all right in London. I wouldn't come back here, I wouldn't not if you was to give me " and she pouted her red lips. "Where's your father, Wilmet?"
Old Gaunt first, alone for the rogue-girl had gone to Mr. Cuthcott's and Tom Gaunt was at work. The old man had seen evictions in his time, and looked on silently, with a faint, sardonic grin. Four children, so small that not even school had any use for them as yet, soon gathered round his legs, followed by mothers coming to retrieve them, and there was no longer silence.
And while he waited, crouched over the kettle, his son smoked his grayish clay and read his greenish journal; an old clock ticked and a little cat purred without provocation on the ledge of the tight-closed window. Then the door opened and the rogue-girl appeared.
Don't you make no mistake." "I'm goin' to London," repeated the rogue-girl stolidly. "You can get Alice to come over." "Oh! Can I? Ye're not goin' till I tell you. Don't you think it!" "I'm goin'. I saw Mr. Derek this mornin'. They'll get me a place there." Tom Gaunt remained with his fork as it were transfixed.
Then the rogue-girl went to the window and, taking the little cat on her breast, sat looking out into the rain. Having finished his broth, old Gaunt got up, and, behind his son's back, he looked at his granddaughter and thought: 'Goin' to London! 'Twud be best for us all. WE shudn' need to be movin', then. Goin' to London! But he felt desolate.
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