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Somers seemed at first as much frightened at me as she had been at the Captain; and though I offered to walk with her to Miss Travers's, where she was going with a basket which the young lady had ordered, she refused, and went back home.

He was too young to be cynical over it, and he was glad, on the whole, that he had come back. His mind was wide awake, and shifting from one pleasant thought to another, when he heard Travers's voice behind him raised impressively. "And they both went at Van hammer and tongs," he heard Travers say, "one in front and the other behind, kicking and striking all over the shop.

Travers's bailiff, and he tells me that her lease does not give her the power to sublet without the Squire's consent; and that as the premises were originally let on very low terms to a favoured and responsible tenant, Mr. Travers cannot be expected to sanction the transfer of the lease to a poor basket-marker: in fact, though he will accept Mrs.

"We must pull the governor through better next time than we did last," said the attorney. "Of course we must, Mr Scruby; but, Lord love you, Mr Vavasor, whose fault was it? What notice did I get, just tell me that? Why, Travers's name was up on the liberal interest ever so long before the governor had ever thought about it." "Nobody is blaming you, Mr Grimes," said George.

"The footway from the village to Squire Travers's goes through the wood, which is a few hundred yards at the back of Will Somers's orchard. Presently the Captain drew himself suddenly back from the stile, and disappeared among the trees, and then I saw Jessie coming from the orchard with a basket over her arm, and walking quick towards the wood. Then, sir, my heart sank.

"The writ would be out immediately. I should be glad enough of it, only that I know that Travers's people have heard of it before us, and that they are ready to be up with their posters directly the breath is out of the Marquis's body. We must go to work immediately; that's all." "It will only be for part of a Session," said George. "Just so," said Mr Scruby.

Travers's tenants, but of farmers and their families within the range of eight or ten miles from the Park, with a few of the neighbouring gentry and clergy. It was not a supper intended to include the labouring class; for Mr. Travers had an especial dislike to the custom of exhibiting peasants at feeding-time, as if they were so many tamed animals of an inferior species.

In with the gust through the Mulberry Street door had come a strange pair, an old woman and a bright-eyed child, led by a policeman, and had passed up to Matron Travers's quarters on the top floor. Strangely different, they were yet alike, both children of the woods. The woman was a squaw typical in looks and bearing, with the straight, black hair, dark skin, and stolid look of her race.

I see now that we have no right to our secret alone; but with the ocean between us, it is best." During those months Priscilla learned to know Helen Travers through Travers's letters. Woman-like, she read between the lines and caught a glimpse of Helen's nobility and simple sweetness. Her loved ones were so sacred to her that no personal demands could ever cause her to raise objections.

For a moment not one word was spoken in the watching group: then Miss Travers's voice was heard: "What can it be? Why do they stop there?" She felt a sudden hand upon her wrist, and her sister's lips at her ear: "Come away, Nellie. I want to go home. Come!" "But, Kate, I must see what it means." "No: come! It's it's only some other drunken man, probably. Come!" And she strove to lead her.