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During the uproar they had not heard wheels in the drive, so they were startled by Vessons' intrigue insertion of himself into a small opening of the door, his firm shutting of it as if in face of a beleaguering host, and his stentorian whisper: 'Ere's Clombers now! as if to say, 'When you let a woman in you never know what'll become of it. 'Tell 'em I'm ill dead! said his master.
Meanwhile, Vessons also made plans, his obstinate mouth and pear-shaped face more dour than ever. Hazel had a letter from Edward in the morning; it was very short. She could not tell what he thought of her. He only said that if she ever wanted help she was to come to him. She cried over it, and hid it away. She knew how well Edward would have looked as he wrote it. She knew he would be grieved.
She did not see Vessons looking across the crowd with dismay, nor know that he edged away, muttering, 'That gel agen! Never will I! Edward was glad when the singing and collection were over, and he could take Hazel into the shilling tent, where sat the elite, and give her tea.
It was not till a week after Hazel's coming that Reddin pulled himself together, and went to interview Sally Haggard. Vessons, observing the fact, repaired to Sally's cottage on his master's return, and found her in tears. To see this heavy-browed, big-boned woman crying so startled him that he contemplated her in silence. 'Well, fool, can't you speak? she said.
'For my son? 'Ah! 'You may go, Martha, said Mrs. Marston, and Martha went without alacrity. 'Now. Mrs. Marston spoke encouragingly. 'It's for the master. 'He cannot see you. The two old faces regarded each other with silent obstinacy, and Vessons recognized that, for all Mrs. Marston's soft outlines, she was as obstinate as he was. He cleared his throat several times. Mrs.
'If you shoot a blackbird, the milk'll turn bloody, said Hazel; but Vessons paid no heed. Even Reddin felt awed and could not gather courage to expostulate with him. In and out of the stealthy afternoon shadows, black and solemn, went the shambling old figure with his relentless face and outraged heart.
'Why, Vessons? he said in rather a sheepish tone. Vessons did not turn. He fumbled with the door-handle. Reddin got up and went across to him. 'Why, Vessons? he said again, with a hand on his shoulder. 'You and I can't part, you know. 'We mun. 'But why, man? What's up with you, Andrew? The rare Christian name softened Vessons. He deigned to explain.
Reddin must have seen her at least several times, must have persecuted her. He grew very uneasy. He must ask Hazel. They drew up before the white-sentried graveyard. Vessons went up the path and knocked at the silent house. Then he threw handfuls of white spar off a grave at the windows. The Minorca cockerel crew reedily. 'That's unlucky, said Hazel. Mrs.
'I'll do no 'ooman's will! said Vessons. 'Look here, Vessons! Be reasonable. Listen to me. I'm your master, aren't I? 'Ah! Till a month. 'Well, you take orders from me; that's all that matters. I'm master here. The tones of his ancestry were in his voice an ancestry that ruled over and profited by men and women as good as themselves, or better.
Marston put her head out, very sleepy, and asked who it was. 'The conquering 'ero! said Vessons, as Edward and Hazel came up the path, deeply shadowed. He got into the trap and drove off. 'Well, Undern'll be summat like itself again now, he thought. 'It was a deal more peaceable without her, naughty girl! thought Mrs. Marston as she sadly and lethargically put on her clothes.
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