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Winterborne," said the wagoner, when they were out of hearing, "that was She Mrs. Charmond! Who'd ha' thought it? What in the world can a woman that does nothing be cock-watching out here at this time o' day for? Oh, going to Italy yes to be sure, I heard she was going abroad, she can't endure the winter here." Winterborne was vexed at the incident; the more so that he knew Mr.
As may be inferred from the tone of his conversation with Winterborne, he had lately plunged into abstract philosophy with much zest; perhaps his keenly appreciative, modern, unpractical mind found this a realm more to his taste than any other.
It was impossible to avoid rediscovering Winterborne every time she passed that way, for standing, as he always did at this season of the year, with his specimen apple-tree in the midst, the boughs rose above the heads of the crowd, and brought a delightful suggestion of orchards among the crowded buildings there.
"You are only going to some trumpery little village or other in the neighborhood, while we are going straight to Italy." "Driving all the way, I suppose," said Winterborne, sarcastically. The argument continued in these terms till a voice from the interior of the carriage inquired what was the matter. It was a lady's.
Beside him sat Marty, also straining her eyes towards the skyey field of his operations. A curious question suddenly occurred to Winterborne, and he stopped his chopping. He was operating on another person's property to prolong the years of a lease by whose termination that person would considerably benefit. In that aspect of the case he doubted if he ought to go on.
When it was dusk, and the curtains drawn, Winterborne directed a couple of woodmen to bring a crosscut-saw, and the tall, threatening tree was soon nearly off at its base. He would not fell it completely then, on account of the possible crash, but next morning, before South was awake, they went and lowered it cautiously, in a direction away from the cottage.
And when they had abandoned cards, and Winterborne was talking to Melbury by the fire, it was the timber-merchant who stood with his back to the mantle in a proprietary attitude, from which post of vantage he critically regarded Giles's person, rather as a superficies than as a solid with ideas and feelings inside it, saying, "What a splendid coat that one is you have on, Giles!
Yet a short two months earlier Marty's father, aged fifty-five years, though something of a fidgety, anxious being, would have been looked on as a man whose existence was so far removed from hazardous as any in the parish, and as bidding fair to be prolonged for another quarter of a century. Winterborne walked up and down his garden next day thinking of the contingency.
Whenever she and her husband came to a puddle in their walks together he'd take her up like a half-penny doll and put her over without dirting her a speck. And if he keeps the daughter so long at boarding-school, he'll make her as nesh as her mother was. But here he comes." Just before this moment Winterborne had seen Melbury crossing the court from his door.
He watched Winterborne out of sight, saying, with a jerk a shape into which emotion with him often resolved itself "There, now, I hope the two will bring it to a point and have done with it! 'Tis a pity to let such a girl throw herself away upon him a thousand pities!...And yet 'tis my duty for his father's sake."
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