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"In your place," said Cai with more tact, "I should forbid him the premises." For some reason Mrs Bosenna omitted to invite them to stay and drink tea: and after a while they took their leave together. At the foot of the descent, as they gained the highroad, Cai faced about and asked, "Which way?"
Mrs Bosenna had a particular fondness for this rose, and for the gipsy flush which separates it from other white roses as an unmistakable brunette.
"'Twould be a Christian act," suggested Mr Toy. "If there's truth in half what folks say, some of old Johnny Rogers' correspondence 'd make pretty readin' for the devil." "But look here," interposed Captain Cai, "what's this about doin' business with a widow? Whose widow?" "Why, your landlady, to be sure the Widow Bosenna, up to Rilla Farm."
And now to be laying a table for the likes of her, that before our reverses I wouldn't have seen in the street when I passed her!" Captain Cai, already severely shaken by the events of the day, put a hand to his head. "For goodness' sake, woman, talk sense to me! Who is it you're meanin'? Mrs Bosenna? And what's this talk about layin' table?"
"They stood aloof, the scars remaining, Like cliffs that had been rent asunder." If they met, in shop or roadway, they nodded, but exchanged no other greeting. They never met at Rilla Farm. How it was agreed I know not, though Mrs Bosenna must have contrived it somehow; but they now prosecuted their wooing openly on alternate days. Sunday she reserved for what Sunday ought to be a day of rest.
"Mrs Bosenna?" echoed Mrs Bowldler, who had by this time arisen from the stair. She drew her skirts close with a gesture of dignity. "It is not for me to drag Mrs Bosenna into our conversation, sir far from it, and I hope I know my place better. For aught I know, Captain Hocken if, as a menial, I may use the term " "Not at all," said Captain Cai vaguely, as she paused with elaborate humility.
Next Lady-day, which fell on a Thursday, 'Bias called upon Mrs Bosenna with his rent and with the pleasing announcement that in a week or so he proposed to pay her a further sum of seven pounds eight shillings and fourpence; this being the ascertained half-year's dividend earned by the hundred pounds she had entrusted to his stewardship. She warmly commended him. "Close upon fifteen per cent!
If that's so, says he, 'here's a transaction that benefits everybody concerned, instead of which the Board goes out of its way to harass me for it. The chairman, Sir Felix, owned he was right, too. 'Bosenna, says he, 'I can't answer you if I would. Nothing grieves me more, sitting here, than having to administer the law as I find it. But, as things are, I can't let you off with less."
Be it repeated that neither he nor 'Bias had wooed Mrs Bosenna for her wealth; nor until now had her wealth presented itself to either save in comfortable after-thought. Cai sat very still for a while. Then drawing quickly at his pipe, he found that it was smoked out. He arose to tap the bowl upon the bars of the grate.
Everybody knew Mr Philp and his propensities. As Mr Toy the barber was wont to say, "Philp don't mean any harm: he just makes mischief like a bee makes honey." So Cai said, "Cheer-o, 'Bias!" his usual greeting hoped he saw Mrs Bosenna well, and fell in on the other side of her by the breast-rail.
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