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"Lord, child, I never could abide dairy work," responded Miss Saidie, setting the skimmed pan aside and carefully lifting another from the flat stones over which a stream of water trickled. "And yet you've done nothing else all your long life," wondered Maria.
Fletcher listened to her with a scowl. "Well, if you ever get anything but curses from Christopher Blake, I'd like to hear of it," he said, with a coarse laugh. Why, he was really quite civil to me the other day when I passed him," replied Miss Saidie, facing Fletcher with her hand resting on the belt of her apron. "I was in the phaeton, and he got down off his wagon and picked up my whip.
"Does he?" asked Maria absently, in the voice of one whose thoughts are hopelessly astray. She was standing by the window, holding aside the curtain of flowered chintz, and after a moment she added curiously: "There's a light in the fields, Aunt Saidie. What does it mean?" Crossing the room, Miss Saidie followed the gesture with which Maria pointed into the night.
He had put on his evening clothes as they had been laid out for him by the bearer, and looked radiant as he entered. Saidie gave a little cry as she saw him. His present dress, well cut and close-fitting, showed his splendid figure to greater advantage than the loose suit she had seen him in hitherto.
"Come, then, and sleep," he said in her ear, and they went upstairs. Saidie gave a little cry of delight as they entered together the rose-filled room, and beyond its soft shaded lights she saw the great flashing planets in the dark sky. "This is a different and a better home for love than we had last night," said Hamilton softly, as he closed the door. A great peace reigned all round them.
"As far as I can see, you don't get a bit of fun and happiness out of your life," remarked Saidie, critically examining her features in the glass. "What did you marry him for, I should like to know? You might as well be Bella Blackall, on the boards again, and free, as the wife of a stingy fellow like that." "Oh! Saidie, he doesn't grudge me anything."
She will never be able to sing again, I suppose?" "Never." He spoke curtly, almost cruelly. Saidie burst into tears. At that moment came a smart tap at the door. "Mr. Bolingbroke, Miss," said a voice from without. "He can't come up." Saidie sprang from her chair. But she was too late. The handle turned, and a tall, distinctly good-looking man walked in.
Besides, Saidie had declared so positively that she could come to no harm, that it would all be pure delight, that pain and suffering could not exist for her in such a matter since she would be all joy in making him this gift, that gradually he grew calmer as he thought over her words. "But I didn't want any change," he burst out a little later, talking to the still golden air round him.
"Oh, Brother Bill, the other is so bad," gasped Miss Saidie nervously. "It's good enough for you and me, I reckon. We wan't brought up on any better, and what's good enough for us is good enough for my grandson." Then he turned squarely upon Will. "So you're back, eh? Whar did you go?" he demanded
She would destroy his life that life till lately so valueless to him; that dreary stretch made barren so many years by her hateful influence, but which, in spite of it, at Saidie's touch, had now bloomed into a garden of flowers. The thought of Saidie strengthened him.
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