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Tams, not satisfied with a week at Knype Wakes, could take a week-end at Easter just like great folk such as Louis. Which proved that the community at large, or Mrs. Tams's family, had famously got up in the world. Rachel recalled Louis' suggestion, more than a week earlier, of a trip to Llandudno. The very planet itself had aged since then. She looked at the clock. In twenty minutes Mrs.
But was it only a swoon? Suppose ...! He was afraid of public opinion; he was afraid of Mrs. Tams's opinion. Mrs. Tams had pierced him. He went back, dashing his hat on to the oak chest. Rachel was lying on the hearth-rug, one arm stretched nonchalantly over the fender and the hand close to the fire. Her face was whiter than any face he had ever seen, living or dead.
It's nothing, but I have to go out." Mrs. Tams answered, trembling: "Nay, mester, I'm none going to interfere. I go into no parlour." "But I tell you she's fainting." "Ye'd happen better look after her yerself, Mr. Louis," said Mrs. Tams in a queer voice. "But don't you understand I've got to go out?" He was astounded and most seriously disconcerted by Mrs. Tams's very singular behaviour.
There could be no doubt that, immediately upon Mrs. Tams's going out, Louis had looked for the four hundred and fifty pounds, and, in swift resentment at its disappearance, had determined to disappear also. Such was the upshot, and she had brought it about!
Tams related the present circumstances to Rachel. In Mrs. Tams's young maturity parents who managed a day excursion to Blackpool in the year did well, and those who went away for four or five days at Knype Wakes in August were princes and plutocrats. But nowadays even a daughter of Mrs.
"Oh," said he cautiously, "you'll get somebody else as good, and better. What's she leaving for?" Rachel repeated Mrs. Tams's rigmarole. "Ah!" murmured Louis. He was rather sorry for Mrs. Tams. His good-nature was active enough this morning. But he was glad that she had taken the initiative. And he was content that she should go.
I couldn't swear to it to save my life. But I told him." "What did he say?" Rachel tried to smile. "He didna say aught." Rachel remained alone, to objurgate Rachel. It was indeed only too obvious from Mrs. Tams's constrained and fussy demeanour that the old woman had divined the existence of serious trouble in the Fores household.
Tams was out. It was not among Mrs. Tams's regular privileges to be out in the afternoon. But this was Easter Saturday rather a special day and, further, one of her daughters had gone away for Easter and left a child with one of her daughters-in-law, and Mrs. Tams had desired to witness some of the dealings of her daughter-in-law with her grandchild. Not without just pride had Mrs.
Tams would be back. She and Louis were alone together in the house. She might go straight into the parlour, and say, in as indifferent and ordinary a voice as she could assume: "I've just been over to Julian Maldon's to give him that money all of it, you know," and thus get the affair finished before Mrs. Tams's reappearance.
He had not noticed it when he came into the house: the kitchen door must have been shut, then. He looked up the stairs. He could discern that the door of Mrs. Tams's bedroom, at the top, was open, and that there was no light in the room. Puzzled, he rushed to the kitchen, and snatched at his hat as he went, sticking it anyhow on his head. "Eh, mester, what ever's amiss?"
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