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Captain Bellfield, lest there should be any misconception, I must beg you to understand that the position in which you found Mr Cheesacre was one altogether of his own seeking. It was not with my consent that he was there." "I can easily believe that, Mrs Greenow," said the Captain. "Who cares what you believe, sir?" said Mr Cheesacre. "Gentlemen! gentlemen! this is really unkind.
If Mr Cheesacre had also known that she had lent the Fairstairs family fifty pounds to help them through with some difficulty which Joe had encountered with the Norwich tradespeople, he would have been beside himself with dismay. He desired to obtain the prize unmutilated, in all its fair proportions. Any such clippings he regarded as robberies against himself.
"You won't see much of the Captain, I suppose," said Mr Cheesacre to Mrs Greenow on the morning of the day after her arrival at Norwich. He had come across the whole way from Oileymead to ask her if she found herself comfortable, and perhaps with an eye to the Norwich markets at the same time.
"If you were a magistrate, Mr Cheesacre, you would have rank; but I believe you are not." Charlie Fairstairs knew well what she was about. Mr Cheesacre had striven much to get his name put upon the commission of the peace, but had failed. "Nasty, scraggy old cat," Cheesacre said to himself, as he turned away from her. But Bellfield gained little by taking the widow down.
He and Cheesacre were placed at the top and bottom of the table, so that they might do the work of carving; and the ladies sat at the sides. Mrs Greenow's hospitality was very good. The dinner was exactly what a dinner ought to be for four persons. There was soup, fish, a cutlet, a roast fowl, and some game. Jeannette waited at table nimbly, and the thing could not have been done better.
"It's only me, Cheesy, my boy," said Bellfield. "I've just come down by the rail to fetch my things, and I'm going back to Norwich by the 9.20. "If you've stolen anything of mine I'll have you prosecuted," roared Cheesacre, as he drove his gig up to his own door. A Noble Lord Dies
"I can't say anything about that, but I know that she wouldn't take you. I like farming, you know, but she doesn't." "I might give that up," said Cheesacre readily, "at any rate, for a time." "No, no, no; it would do no good. Believe me, my friend, that it is of no use." He still paused at the gate. "I don't see what's the use of my going in," said he. To this she made him no answer.
It was true that Charlie had not a shilling, and that Mr Cheesacre had set his heart on marrying an heiress. It was true that Miss Fairstairs had always stood low in the gentleman's estimation, as being connected with people who were as much without rank and fashion as they were without money, and that the gentleman loved rank and fashion dearly.
Mr Cheesacre had no wish that Miss Vavasor's name should be brought into play upon the occasion. "Dear Mrs Greenow," said he, "there is no cause for you to be alarmed, I can assure you. Mere trifles; light as air, you know. I don't think anything of such things as these." "But I and Kate think a great deal of them, a very great deal, I can assure you.
On the following day the two gentlemen came over, according to custom, and Alice observed that Miss Fairstairs hardly spoke to Mr Cheesacre. Indeed her manner of avoiding that gentleman was so very marked, that it was impossible not to observe it.
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