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The silence between them, which had been natural enough in the high and deafening blasts of the fell, began to be itself a speech. The Squire broke it. "I am glad to hear that your cousin is doing so well at Froswick," he said, with formal courtesy. Laura made a fitting reply, and they talked a little of the chances of business, and the growth of Froswick. Then the silence closed again.
The Archdeacon, Doctor Froswick, and the Rural Dean, Mr. Brathay, who completed the Commission of Inquiry, were both men of middle age; the Archdeacon, fresh-coloured and fussy, a trivial, kindly person of no great account; the Rural Dean, broad-shouldered and square-faced, a silent, trustworthy man, much beloved in a small circle.
He had returned to find her frozen and hostile as before all wilfulness with Augustina all contradiction with himself. The Froswick plan was already on foot and he had furthered it out of a piteous wish to propitiate her, to make her happy. What harm could happen to her? The sister would go with her and bring her back. Why must he always play the disobliging and tyrannical host?
He was still slavishly ill at ease with his uncle, on whose benevolence all his future depended. "Is there something more to see?" said Laura languidly. "Only the steel works," said Mr. Seaton, with a patronising smile. "You young ladies, I presume, would hardly wish to go away without seeing our chief establishment. Froswick Steel and Hematite Works employ three thousand workmen."
The dialect was almost gone; the black Sunday coat was of the most fashionable cut that Froswick could provide; and as they walked along, Laura detected more than once in the downcast eyes of her companion, a stealthy anxiety as to the knees of his new grey trousers. So far the change was not an embellishment. The first loss of freedom and rough strength is never that.
It was more than a fortnight since the sister, driven by Hubert's incessant letters, had proposed to Laura that they two should spend a summer day at Froswick and see the great steel works on which the fame of that place depended, escorted and entertained by the two young men. Laura at first had turned a deaf ear.
As Augustina understood, he had seen the child off from Froswick by the 8.20 train and there was an end of him in the matter.
More than once Laura sees herself at night, almost on the steps of the chapel, in the dark shadows of the passage following Augustina. But she has never yet mounted the steps never passed the door. Once or twice she has angrily snatched herself from listening to the distant voice. ... Mr. Helbeck makes very little comment on the Froswick plan.
Let mother give me my money oot o' the farm. I'd go to Froswick fast enough. That's the place to get on. I've got friends I'd work up in no time." Laura glanced at him. She said nothing. "You doan't think I would?" he asked her angrily, pausing in his handling of the harness to throw back the challenge of her manner. His wrath seemed to have made him handsomer, better-braced, more alive.
"Where's the Marsland train?" she said to the porter who had come forward to help her. "And how dreadfully late we are!" "Marsland train, Miss! Last one left an hour ago no other till 6.12 to-morrow morning." "What do you mean? Oh! you didn't hear! it's the train for Marsland I want." "Afraid you won't get it then, Miss, till to-morrow. Didn't they warn you at Froswick? They'd ought to.
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