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She remembered the rejoicings when the horse won at Goodwood, and the ball at the Shoreham Gardens. Woodview had meant too much in her life to be forgotten; its hillside and its people were drawn out in sharp outline on her mind. Something in William's voice recalled her from her reverie, and she heard him say "The poor Gaffer, 'e never got over it; it regular broke 'im up.
"Oh, I don't want no more country. I'm that glad to get back to town. I wouldn't take another situation out of London if I was offered twenty a year." "But look," said Esther, "at the trees. I've hardly been in the country since I left Woodview, unless you call Dulwich the country that's where Jackie was at nurse."
The porter told her that he would try to send her box up to Woodview to-morrow.... That was the way to Woodview, right up the lane. She could not miss it. She would find the lodge gate behind that clump of trees. And thinking how she could get her box to Woodview that evening, she looked at the barren strip of country lying between the downs and the shingle beach.
Dunbar and got her the place of kitchen-maid at Woodview? She must not go back. Her father would curse her, and perhaps beat her mother and her too. Ah! he would not dare to strike her again, and the girl's face flushed with shameful remembrance. And her little brothers and sisters would cry if she came back. They had little enough to eat as it was. Of course she must not go back.
But how had she done it? How often had she found herself within sight of the workhouse? The last time was no later than last week. Last week it had seemed to her that she would have to accept the workhouse. But she had escaped, and now here she was back at the very point from which she started, going back to Woodview, going back to Mrs. Barfield's service.
He was faithful to his promises for a time. Race-horses disappeared from the Woodview stables. It was not until after the birth of both his children that he entered one of his hunters in the hunt steeplechase. Soon after the racing stable was again in full swing at Woodview. Tears there were, and some family disunion, but time extorts concessions from all of us. Mrs.
She wondered if the house she was going to was as grand as Woodview, and she was struck by the appearance of the maidservant who opened the door to her. "Oh, here you are," Mrs. Rivers said. "I have been anxiously expecting you; my baby is not at all well. Come up to the nursery at once. I don't know your name," she said, turning to Esther. "Waters, ma'am."
It seems like yesterday.... But I'm afraid the damp has got into the kitchen, ma'am, the range is that neglected " "Ah, Woodview isn't what it was." Mrs. Barfield told how she had buried her husband in the old village church. She had taken her daughter to Egypt; she had dwindled there till there was little more than a skeleton to lay in the grave.
And when the light awoke her she saw flights of white clouds white up above, rose-coloured as they approached the west; and when she turned, a tall, melancholy woman. "Good evening, Mrs. Randal," said Esther, glad to find someone to speak to. "I've been asleep." "Good evening, Miss. You're from Woodview, I think?" "Yes, I'm the kitchen-maid.
"Everything that was after you went away. She was kind." "I'm glad to hear that," said William. "So they spends the summer at Woodview and goes to foreign parts for the winter?" "Yes, that's it. Most of the estate was sold; but Mrs.
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