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The last cow had sauntered to the gate before Vessons opened it and milked them that night. Afterwards he went in with the pails, set them on the parlour floor, and said with fury to Hazel: 'Bloody, is it? She owned, faintly, that it was not. 'And now, said Vessons, turning on Reddin, 'it's notice. Notice has been give one month by Andrew Vessons to John Reddin, Esquire, of Undern.
'I wonder whose cheeses they are? Edward mused. They were, in fact, Vessons'. He always insisted on making cheeses for some obscure reason; possibly it was the pride of the old-fashioned servant in being worth more than his wages. Vessons certainly was.
'You'll not get another bite of that apple, said Vessons with satisfaction, when his master returned with downcast face. 'I can't stand your manners much longer, Vessons, said he irritably. 'Gie me notice, then, said Vessons, falling back on the well-worn formula, and scoring his usual triumph. Reddin had the faults of his class, but turning an old servant adrift was not one of them.
'She is, he said, with a sidelong nod at Hazel. 'She mocked me. 'Did you, Hazel? 'Now then, missus! Vessons glared at her. 'I only said 'Her said, "Never will I!" shouted Vessons. 'Ah, that's what her said "Never will I!" That's what I say, he added with the pride of a phrase-maker. Reddin could make nothing of them, one so red and angry, the other in tears.
'Make me some sandwiches early to-morrow, he said, 'and you'll have to go to the auction. I shan't go myself. ''Ow can I go now? Who's to do the cheeses? 'Give 'em to the pigs. 'Who's to meet the groom from Farnley? Never will I go! 'If you're so damned impudent, you'll have to leave. 'Who's to meet the groom? Vessons spoke with surly, astonished meekness. 'Groom? Groom be hanged!
'Push it under the parson's door, knock, and make yourself scarce, Vessons, Reddin ordered. 'You can go up to bed if you like, Hazel. Left alone, he walked up and down the room, puzzled and uneasy. According to his idea, he had done Hazel the greatest honour a man can pay to a woman. He could not see in what he had failed. He was irritated with his conscience for being troublesome.
Yet only vague instinct stirred her to this, and all her soul was set on staying. 'Never shall it be said' Andrew's voice rose like a preacher's 'never shall it be said as a young female found no friend in Andrew Vessons; never shall it be said' his voice soared over various annoyed exclamations of Reddin's 'as a female went from this 'all different from what she came. 'Shut up, Vessons!
The front door was half glass, so that a wandering candle within could be seen from outside, and it looked inexpressibly forlorn, like a glow-worm seeking escape from a chloroform-box or mankind looking for the way to heaven. Only four windows were ever lit, and of these two at a time. They were Jack Reddin's parlour, Andrew Vessons' kitchen, and their respective bedrooms.
Maybe you'd like to learn me beekeeping? he continued with salty humility. 'Maybe you would! Never will I! He began to tear off the tops of the hives. 'Oh, Mr. Vessons, dunna be so cross! Hazel was afraid there would be another scene like Monday's. 'You take 'em off very neat, she added, with a pathetic attempt to be tactful 'as neat as my dad.
Vessons came and stood in the doorway with the teapot in one hand and the expression of acute agony he always wore when singing. 'All trouble and care Will be left far behind us at home! 'Not for the little foxes! cried Hazel, and she plucked the music from the piano and ran past Vessons, knocking the teapot out of his hand. She stuffed the music into the kitchen grate. Vessons was petrified.
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