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"I'd like to give that Middlecoat a piece of my mind," growled Cai, and swore. His arm by this time was about Mrs Bosenna's waist, and she was yielding to it. But he saw 'Bias still steadily confronting the herd saw him lift an arm, a hand grasping a hat, and wave it violently saw thereupon the steers swing about and head back for the gate, heads down, sterns heaving and plunging.
It crossed Mrs Bosenna's mind that on the last occasion of her addressing a word to Walter Sobey he had been employed by her to cart manure for her roses: and across this recollection floated a sense of money wasted for to what service could Walter Sobey, inhabitant of a three-roomed cottage, put a two-handled loving-cup embossed in silver?
"But I reckoned though I hate to talk about it as this one looked straighter out to sea an' by consequence 'd please ye better. That's why. . . . You're welcome to change gardens to-morrow." "Mrs Bosenna's comin' to-morrow," grunted 'Bias, and then, after a second's pause, swore under his breath, yet audibly. "What's the matter with ye, 'Bias?"
Troy with its many amenities has a deplorable appetite for gossip; and to this appetite the contention of Captain Hocken and Captain Hunken for Mrs Bosenna's hand gave meat and drink. The sporting ones laid bets.
"For the letters, ma'am. Unbeknowns to one another we went to Mr Benny Mr Peter Benny he havin' a gift with his pen " 'Bias hesitated again, faltered, and came to a stop, aware that Mrs Bosenna's smile had changed to a frown; that she was regarding him with disapproval in her eyes, and that a red spot had declared itself suddenly upon either cheek.
It appears you both wished to send me an invitation, and something has gone amiss with your letters." "We both sent the same one," explained Cai, and blushed. "That's the long and short of it, ma'am." "It doesn't seem so very dreadful." Mrs Bosenna's smile was sweetly reassuring. "You both wrote, when it was only necessary for one to write?"
"The fact is, there's been a mistake: a painful mistake. At least," said Cai, growing more and more nervous under Mrs Bosenna's gaze of calm inquiry, "it would be painful, if it weren't so absurd." He forced a laugh. "Don't make noises like that," commanded 'Bias. "Get it over." "It's about those letters, ma'am." "Letters?"
Actual farmin' needs capital, o' course." To this 'Bias made no response, but continued to stare thoughtfully at Mrs Bosenna's kine. "After all," pursued Cai cheerfully, "these little interests are the salt of a leisurable man's life. I dare say, f'r instance, as Philp gets quite an amount o' fun out o' funerals, though to me it seems a queer taste.
Under the rosy influence of Mrs Bosenna's wine he felt genuinely sorry for 'Bias, while enjoying the humorous aspect of 'Bias's delusion. 'Bias for whose lack of polish he had from the first made Excuse 'Bias laying down the law on what ladies liked and disliked! They arose heavily and strolled forth to view the livestock.
Unless he mistook, the flesh beneath the shirt-sleeve yet kept some faint vibration of Mrs Bosenna's hand, resting upon it, thrilling it. "The point is," said Cai to himself, "it can't be 'Bias, anyway. I felt pretty sure at the time that Philp was lyin'. But what a brazen fellow it is!"
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