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The rain had stopped, but there was a scurry of low, threatening cloud that blew up from the south. I dressed at once and went out. I made my way directly to the Stotts' cottage. The lamp was still burning and the door open, but Ellen Mary had fallen forward on to the table; her head was pillowed on her arms. "There is a limit to our endurance," I reflected, "and she has reached it."
He leaned forward, swinging his stick as a pendulum between his knees, and shot out questions as to the Stotts' relations with the neighbours. And always he had an attentive eye on the cradle that stood near the fire. "The neighbours are not highly intelligent, I suspect," said Challis. "Even Mr. Crashaw, I fancy, does not appreciate the peculiarities of the situation."
"I'll be back by ten," Stott assured her as he went out. He did come back at ten o'clock, but he was stupidly drunk. The Stotts' cottage was no place to live in during the next few days, but the nurse made one stipulation: Mr. Stott must come home to sleep.
He began them as he sat in the Stotts' cottage. At first he did not address the boy directly. "I hear your son has been having a religious controversy with Mr. Crashaw," was his introduction to the object of his visit. "Indeed, sir!" Plainly this was not news to Mrs. Stott. "Your son told you?" suggested Challis. "Oh! no, sir, 'e never told me," replied Mrs. Stott, "'twas Mr. Crashaw.
I couldn't like 'em to say th' same abaat thee. Rehoboth 'ud noan ston' it, thaa knows. Mr. Penrose did not know whether to laugh or to be serious. Seeing, however, that Amos was in no laughing mood, he turned somewhat sharply on the old man, and said: 'The Stotts are in trouble, and they ask for my presence, Good-afternoon; I'm going.
I hae a' thae paulies to sell, an', a' yon Highland stotts down on the green, every ane; an' then I hae ten scores o' yowes to buy after, an', If I canna first sell my ain stock, I canna buy nae ither body's. I hae mair ado than I can manage the day, foreby ganging to houk up hunder-year-auld-banes."
How could one hear while that noise was going on? There was no other sound. There was not a breath of wind. Only that perpetual tap, tap, tap, patter, patter, drip, tap, tap. It seemed as if it might go on through eternity.... I went to the Stotts' cottage, though I knew there could be no news. Challis had given strict instructions that any news should be brought to him immediately.
"So do I. But then, what would become of Lenox? It is rather hard on the men, only I dare say they like it. Don't you think Mr. Henderson would like a place here?" "He cannot help being pleased with Lenox." "I'm sure he would if you are. I have hardly seen him since that evening at the Stotts'. Can I tell you? I almost had five minutes of envy that evening. You won't mind it in such an old woman?"
There were those who gave themselves up to admiration, who gushed with enthusiasm; there were those who had the weary air of surfeit with splendor of this sort; there were the bustling and volatile, who made facetious remarks, and treated the affair like a Fourth of July; and there were also groups dark and haughty, like the Stotts, who held a little aloof, and coldly admitted that it was most successful; it lacked je ne sais quoi, but it was in much better taste than they had expected.
Finding that we could make nothing of him, we left him with his paulies, Highland stotts, grey jacket, and broad blue bonnet, to go in search of some other guide. L w soon found one, for he seemed acquainted with every person in the fair.
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