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Doffing his cap once more, the stilt-walker suddenly stopped, and, turning aside, made his way with an almost incredible swiftness across the fen, taking the ditches with huge grotesque strides. Enderby looked back and watched him for a moment curiously. Suddenly the man's words began to repeat themselves in Enderby's head: "To-night the King sleeps at Sutterby on the Wolds.
My flying back and forth between you like a shuttlecock isn't going to amount to anything." "Yes, I will go on to Enderby there's no other way," agreed Miss Pritchard, "but I can't go tonight, because Elsie has an engagement. It's her last appearance at that wretched place, I'm thankful to say. She and I will follow you to-morrow. Meantime, you can give them the plain facts to digest."
The first inducement held out to him was the medical charge of Mrs Enderby, and of the whole of my family: but, of course, it is not probable that his expectations of practice among your patients stop here; and the present unfortunate state of the public mind of Deerbrook regarding yourself, makes it too probable that his most sanguine expectations will be realised.
And to hard, callous natures such as Langton's women yield easily and admire which is better, perhaps, than loving, for both. But that savage curse still sounded in her ears, and unconsciously made her think of Enderby, who had always, ever since the eighth day in the boat, given her half his share of water.
Once, not so long ago, Elsie couldn't have imagined herself wanting to go back and throw her arms about her and tell her she wished she had understood and loved her long before. And Katy dear old Katy! Turning away, she almost ran. She met no one in the out-of-the-way path she chose, and she was to take the six-two train for Boston, which Enderby people rarely used. The station stood on a hill.
'But will you come? He looked at her. 'Ay, I s'll come, he said. Then he turned to Mr. Enderby. 'Well, good-afternoon, Mr. Enderby, he said. 'Good-afternoon, Harry, good-afternoon, replied the mournful minister. Fanny followed Harry to the door, and for some time they walked in silence through the late afternoon. 'And it's yours as much as anybody else's? she said. 'Ay, he answered shortly.
She has believed that some one that Mrs Rowland traduced her to you: and in her generosity, she blames you for nothing but that you would not see and hear her that you went away on the receipt of her letter of that letter which it now appears you never saw." "Where is she?" cried Enderby, striding to the door. "She is not at home.
"Yes. Enderby is the brains and character back of the Laird administration. He represents the clean government crowd, with its financial power." Banneker stirred fretfully in his chair. "Damn it!" he growled. "I wish we could run this paper as a newspaper and not as a chestnut rake." "How sweet and simple life would be!" mocked the veteran.
To look like her, think like her, be as well informed, as independent, as much respected; to teach as well, speak as wisely, be called an admirable woman who had fought her own way against poverty in the world, this was what Hetty had been assured by Mr. and Mrs. Enderby ought to be the object of her ambition and the end of all her hopes.
"I'll have to fight you." "Go ahead and fight," returned the other heartily. "It won't be the first time." "At least, I want you to know that it'll be fair fight." "No 'Junior-called-me-Bob' trick this time?" smiled Enderby. Banneker flushed and winced. "No," he answered. "Next time I'll be sure of my facts. Good-night and good luck. I hope you beat us."
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