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Updated: May 27, 2025
"I shall have to ask him for it," muttered the old man, "or else there'll be a row." Just at that moment, as luck had it, Mrs Mostyn came along, with scissors and basket, to cut a few dahlias, and, in obedience to a sudden thought, old Tummus raised the fruit by the stalk and stepped toward his mistress, offering her the pear. "Strange nyste pear, mum," he said. "And ripe so soon.
For the doctor had definitely said that John Grange would not die from the effects of his fall. "Thank you, Tummus, old man," said the patient, one evening about a fortnight after the accident; and he took a bunch of roses in his hand. "I can't see them, but they smell deliciously. Hah! How it makes me long to be back again among the dear old flowers." "Aye, to be sure, my lad.
A week later old Tummus was reinstated without apologising to the head-gardener, after old Hannah had been up to the house and begged him on. "No, ma'am," she said, through her tears; "he hasn't 'pologised, and he says he can't, because it's all true." "Then it is sheer obstinacy, Hannah," said Mrs Mostyn. "Yes, mum, that's just what it is.
Ey heerd sum o' t' chaps say os ow Sir Tummus is goin' to tak' possession o' Mistress Robinson's house, Raydale Ha', i' Wensley Dale, boh nah doubt he'n go furst wi' yer rev'rence, 'specially as he bears Mistress Nutter a grudge." "At all events, I will ask him," said Holden. "Are he and his followers lodged at your house, Bess?"
"You say you saw Daniel Barnett come from the conservatory that morning?" cried Grange excitedly; and there was a wild look of agony in his eyes as he spoke. "Nay, nay, he didn't, my dear," cried old Hannah; "it's all his nonsense. Just see what you've done, Tummus, with your rubbishing stuff." "Aye, but I did see him come out, and I see him go in all of a hurry like," said old Tummus sturdily.
Inside the inn the innkeeper was drawing a pint of ale for his one solitary customer, a shambling countryman with a shock of very red hair, and eyes of innocent blue. "There, that makes a quart, Tummus Biles, and 'tis as much as your turnip head can safely carry." He passed the can across the bar on a hook that projected from a wooden socket in his sleeve. "Why, now, Mr.
"Not a-going to Why here comes poor Master Grange. Well, he couldn't have seen him. Not a-setting o' no more traps, is he?" Old Tummus watched for a moment or two, and then walked right across the borders to reach the green path, breathless, just before John Grange came up, and shouted loudly "Ware well!"
"Aye, she'd be a good nuss if she warn't quite so fond o' mustard," said old Tummus. "It's allus mustard, mustard, stuck about you to pingle and sting if there's owt the matter. I like my mustard on my beef. And that's what you want, Master John some good slices o' beef. They women's never happy wi'out giving you spoon meat."
"Well, Mr Ellis, I didn't like to hint at such a thing to any one, but as you do think like that, and as old Tummus and his wife seem to be quite suspicious like, it did set me thinking, and I've felt sometimes that he must have walked two miles the other night to the river, and then gone in." "By accident?" said Ellis quietly, "in his blindness."
There, lay it in the basket. Ah! Tut, tut! It's all worm-eaten; take it away, and give it to somebody who will not mind." Mrs Mostyn went on, and old Tummus chuckled, and hid the pear just as Daniel Barnett caught sight of him, and having marked the spot, waited till the old man had gone away.
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