“Well, and aren’t you always likely to be tired, after travelling that blessed long way from Liverpool yesterday?” and she plumped down beside her sister. Anne was a wise young body of fourteen, very buxom3, brimming with common sense. Frances was much older, about twenty-three, and whimsical, spasmodic. She was the beauty and the clever child of the family. She plucked the goose-grass buttons from her dress in a nervous, desperate fashion. Her beautiful profile, looped above with black hair, warm with the dusky-and-scarlet complexion4 of a pear, was calm as a mask, her thin brown hand plucked nervously5.
“It’s not the journey,” she said, objecting to Anne’s obtuseness6. Anne looked inquiringly at her darling. The young girl, in her self-confident, practical way, proceeded to reckon up this whimsical creature. But suddenly she found herself full in the eyes of Frances; felt two dark, hectic7 eyes flaring8 challenge at her, and she shrank away. Frances was peculiar9 for these great, exposed looks, which disconcerted people by their violence and their suddenness.
“What’s a matter, poor old duck?” asked Anne, as she folded the slight, wilful10 form of her sister in her arms. Frances laughed shakily, and nestled down for comfort on the budding breasts of the strong girl.
“Oh, I’m only a bit tired,” she murmured, on the point of tears.
“Well, of course you are, what do you expect?” soothed11 Anne. It was a joke to Frances that Anne should play elder, almost mother to her. But then, Anne was in her unvexed teens; men were like big dogs to her: while Frances, at twenty-three, suffered a good deal.
The country was intensely morning-still. On the common everything shone beside its shadow, and the hillside gave off heat in silence. The brown turf seemed in a low state of combustion12, the leaves of the oaks were scorched13 brown. Among the blackish foliage14 in the distance shone the small red and orange of the village.
The willows15 in the brook16-course at the foot of the common suddenly shook with a dazzling effect like diamonds. It was a puff17 of wind. Anne resumed her normal position. She spread her knees, and put in her lap a handful of hazel nuts, whity-green leafy things, whose one cheek was tanned between brown and pink. These she began to crack and eat. Frances, with bowed head, mused19 bitterly.
“Eh, you know Tom Smedley?” began the young girl, as she pulled a tight kernel20 out of its shell.
“I suppose so,” replied Frances sarcastically21.
“Well, he gave me a wild rabbit what he’d caught, to keep with my tame one — and it’s living.”
“That’s a good thing,” said Frances, very detached and ironic22.
“Well, it IS! He reckoned he’d take me to Ollerton Feast, but he never did. Look here, he took a servant from the rectory; I saw him.”
“So he ought,” said Frances.
“No, he oughtn’t! and I told him so. And I told him I should tell you — an’ I have done.”
Click and snap went a nut between her teeth. She sorted out the kernel, and chewed complacently23.
“It doesn’t make much difference,” said Frances.
“Well, ‘appen it doesn’t; but I was mad with him all the same.”
“Why?”
“Because I was; he’s no right to go with a servant.”
“He’s a perfect right,” persisted Frances, very just and cold.
“No, he hasn’t, when he’d said he’d take me.”
Frances burst into a laugh of amusement and relief.
“Oh, no; I’d forgot that,” she said, adding, “And what did he say when you promised to tell me?”
“He laughed and said, ‘he won’t fret24 her fat over that.’”
“And she won’t,” sniffed25 Frances.
There was silence. The common, with its sere26, blonde-headed thistles, its heaps of silent bramble, its brown-husked gorse in the glare of sunshine, seemed visionary. Across the brook began the immense pattern of agriculture, white chequering of barley27 stubble, brown squares of wheat, khaki patches of pasture, red stripes of fallow, with the woodland and the tiny village dark like ornaments28, leading away to the distance, right to the hills, where the check-pattern grew smaller and smaller, till, in the blackish haze18 of heat, far off, only the tiny white squares of barley stubble showed distinct.
“Eh, I say, here’s a rabbit hole!” cried Anne suddenly. “Should we watch if one comes out? You won’t have to fidget, you know.”
The two girls sat perfectly29 still. Frances watched certain objects in her surroundings: they had a peculiar, unfriendly look about them: the weight of greenish elderberries on their purpling stalks; the twinkling of the yellowing crab-apples that clustered high up in the hedge, against the sky: the exhausted30, limp leaves of the primroses31 lying flat in the hedge-bottom: all looked strange to her. Then her eyes caught a movement. A mole32 was moving silently over the warm, red soil, nosing, shuffling33 hither and thither34, flat, and dark as a shadow, shifting about, and as suddenly brisk, and as silent, like a very ghost of joie de vivre. Frances started, from habit was about to call on Anne to kill the little pest. But, today, her lethargy of unhappiness was too much for her. She watched the little brute35 paddling, snuffing, touching36 things to discover them, running in blindness, delighted to ecstasy37 by the sunlight and the hot, strange things that caressed38 its belly39 and its nose. She felt a keen pity for the little creature.
“Eh, our Fran, look there! It’s a mole.”
Anne was on her feet, standing40 watching the dark, unconscious beast. Frances frowned with anxiety.
“It doesn’t run off, does it?” said the young girl softly. Then she stealthily approached the creature. The mole paddled fumblingly41 away. In an instant Anne put her foot upon it, not too heavily. Frances could see the struggling, swimming movement of the little pink hands of the brute, the twisting and twitching43 of its pointed44 nose, as it wrestled45 under the sole of the boot.
“It DOES wriggle46!” said the bonny girl, knitting her brows in a frown at the eerie47 sensation. Then she bent48 down to look at her trap. Frances could now see, beyond the edge of the boot-sole, the heaving of the velvet49 shoulders, the pitiful turning of the sightless face, the frantic50 rowing of the flat, pink hands.
“Kill the thing,” she said, turning away her face.
“Oh — I’m not,” laughed Anne, shrinking. “You can, if you like.”
“I DON’T like,” said Frances, with quiet intensity51.
After several dabbling52 attempts, Anne succeeded in picking up the little animal by the scruff of its neck. It threw back its head, flung its long blind snout from side to side, the mouth open in a peculiar oblong, with tiny pinkish teeth at the edge. The blind, frantic mouth gaped53 and writhed54. The body, heavy and clumsy, hung scarcely moving.
“Isn’t it a snappy little thing,” observed Anne twisting to avoid the teeth.
“What are you going to do with it?” asked Frances sharply.
“It’s got to be killed — look at the damage they do. I s’ll take it home and let dadda or somebody kill it. I’m not going to let it go.”
She swaddled the creature clumsily in her pocket-handkerchief and sat down beside her sister. There was an interval55 of silence, during which Anne combated the efforts of the mole.
“You’ve not had much to say about Jimmy this time. Did you see him often in Liverpool?” Anne asked suddenly.
“Once or twice,” replied Frances, giving no sign of how the question troubled her.
“And aren’t you sweet on him any more, then?”
“I should think I’m not, seeing that he’s engaged.”
“Engaged? Jimmy Barrass! Well, of all things! I never thought HE’D get engaged.”
“Why not, he’s as much right as anybody else?” snapped Frances.
Anne was fumbling42 with the mole.
“‘Appen so,” she said at length; “but I never thought Jimmy would, though.”
“Why not?” snapped Frances.
“I don’t know — this blessed mole, it’ll not keep still! — who’s he got engaged to?”
“How should I know?”
“I thought you’d ask him; you’ve known him long enough. I s’d think he thought he’d get engaged now he’s a Doctor of Chemistry.”
Frances laughed in spite of herself.
“What’s that got to do with it?” she asked.
“I’m sure it’s got a lot. He’ll want to feel SOMEBODY now, so he’s got engaged. Hey, stop it; go in!”
But at this juncture56 the mole almost succeeded in wriggling57 clear. It wrestled and twisted frantically58, waved its pointed blind head, its mouth standing open like a little shaft59, its big, wrinkled hands spread out.
“Go in with you!” urged Anne, poking60 the little creature with her forefinger61, trying to get it back into the handkerchief. Suddenly the mouth turned like a spark on her finger.
“Oh!” she cried, “he’s bit me.”
She dropped him to the floor. Dazed, the blind creature fumbled62 round. Frances felt like shrieking63. She expected him to dart64 away in a flash, like a mouse, and there he remained groping; she wanted to cry to him to be gone. Anne, in a sudden decision of wrath65, caught up her sister’s walking-cane. With one blow the mole was dead. Frances was startled and shocked. One moment the little wretch66 was fussing in the heat, and the next it lay like a little bag, inert67 and black — not a struggle, scarce a quiver.
“It is dead!” Frances said breathlessly. Anne took her finger from her mouth, looked at the tiny pinpricks, and said:
“Yes, he is, and I’m glad. They’re vicious little nuisances, moles68 are.”
With which her wrath vanished. She picked up the dead animal.
“Hasn’t it got a beautiful skin,” she mused, stroking the fur with her forefinger, then with her cheek.
“Mind,” said Frances sharply. “You’ll have the blood on your skirt!”
One ruby69 drop of blood hung on the small snout, ready to fall. Anne shook it off on to some harebells. Frances suddenly became calm; in that moment, grown-up.
“I suppose they have to be killed,” she said, and a certain rather dreary70 indifference71 succeeded to her grief. The twinkling crab-apples, the glitter of brilliant willows now seemed to her trifling72, scarcely worth the notice. Something had died in her, so that things lost their poignancy73. She was calm, indifference overlying her quiet sadness. Rising, she walked down to the brook course.
“Here, wait for me,” cried Anne, coming tumbling after.
Frances stood on the bridge, looking at the red mud trodden into pockets by the feet of cattle. There was not a drain of water left, but everything smelled green, succulent. Why did she care so little for Anne, who was so fond of her? she asked herself. Why did she care so little for anyone? She did not know, but she felt a rather stubborn pride in her isolation74 and indifference.
They entered a field where stooks of barley stood in rows, the straight, blonde tresses of the corn streaming on to the ground. The stubble was bleached75 by the intense summer, so that the expanse glared white. The next field was sweet and soft with a second crop of seeds; thin, straggling clover whose little pink knobs rested prettily76 in the dark green. The scent77 was faint and sickly. The girls came up in single file, Frances leading.
Near the gate a young man was mowing78 with the scythe79 some fodder80 for the afternoon feed of the cattle. As he saw the girls he left off working and waited in an aimless kind of way. Frances was dressed in white muslin, and she walked with dignity, detached and forgetful. Her lack of agitation81, her simple, unheeding advance made him nervous. She had loved the far-off Jimmy for five years, having had in return his half-measures. This man only affected82 her slightly.
Tom was of medium stature83, energetic in build. His smooth, fair-skinned face was burned red, not brown, by the sun, and this ruddiness enhanced his appearance of good humour and easiness. Being a year older than Frances, he would have courted her long ago had she been so inclined. As it was, he had gone his uneventful way amiably84, chatting with many a girl, but remaining unattached, free of trouble for the most part. Only he knew he wanted a woman. He hitched85 his trousers just a trifle self-consciously as the girls approached. Frances was a rare, delicate kind of being, whom he realized with a queer and delicious stimulation86 in his veins87. She gave him a slight sense of suffocation88. Somehow, this morning, she affected him more than usual. She was dressed in white. He, however, being matter-of-fact in his mind, did not realize. His feeling had never become conscious, purposive.
Frances knew what she was about. Tom was ready to love her as soon as she would show him. Now that she could not have Jimmy, she did not poignantly89 care. Still, she would have something. If she could not have the best — Jimmy, whom she knew to be something of a snob90 — she would have the second best, Tom. She advanced rather indifferently.
“You are back, then!” said Tom. She marked the touch of uncertainty91 in his voice.
“No,” she laughed, “I’m still in Liverpool,” and the undertone of intimacy92 made him burn.
“This isn’t you, then?” he asked.
Her heart leapt up in approval. She looked in his eyes, and for a second was with him.
“Why, what do you think?” she laughed.
He lifted his hat from his head with a distracted little gesture. She liked him, his quaint93 ways, his humour, his ignorance, and his slow masculinity.
“Here, look here, Tom Smedley,” broke in Anne.
“A moudiwarp! Did you find it dead?” he asked.
“No, it bit me,” said Anne.
“Oh, aye! An’ that got your rag out, did it?”
“No, it didn’t!” Anne scolded sharply. “Such language!”
“Oh, what’s up wi’ it?”
“I can’t bear you to talk broad.”
“Can’t you?”
He glanced at Frances.
“It isn’t nice,” Frances said. She did not care, really. The vulgar speech jarred on her as a rule; Jimmy was a gentleman. But Tom’s manner of speech did not matter to her.
“I like you to talk NICELY,” she added.
“Do you,” he replied, tilting94 his hat, stirred.
“And generally you DO, you know,” she smiled.
“I s’ll have to have a try,” he said, rather tensely gallant95.
“What?” she asked brightly.
“To talk nice to you,” he said. Frances coloured furiously, bent her head for a moment, then laughed gaily96, as if she liked this clumsy hint.
“Eh now, you mind what you’re saying,” cried Anne, giving the young man an admonitory pat.
“You wouldn’t have to give yon mole many knocks like that,” he teased, relieved to get on safe ground, rubbing his arm.
“No indeed, it died in one blow,” said Frances, with a flippancy97 that was hateful to her.
“You’re not so good at knockin’ ’em?” he said, turning to her.
“I don’t know, if I’m cross,” she said decisively.
“No?” he replied, with alert attentiveness98.
“I could,” she added, harder, “if it was necessary.”
He was slow to feel her difference.
“And don’t you consider it IS necessary?” he asked, with misgiving99.
“W— ell — is it?” she said, looking at him steadily100, coldly.
“I reckon it is,” he replied, looking away, but standing stubborn.
She laughed quickly.
“But it isn’t necessary for ME,” she said, with slight contempt.
“Yes, that’s quite true,” he answered.
She laughed in a shaky fashion.
“I KNOW IT IS,” she said; and there was an awkward pause.
“Why, would you LIKE me to kill moles then?” she asked tentatively, after a while.
“They do us a lot of damage,” he said, standing firm on his own ground, angered.
“Well, I’ll see the next time I come across one,” she promised, defiantly101. Their eyes met, and she sank before him, her pride troubled. He felt uneasy and triumphant102 and baffled, as if fate had gripped him. She smiled as she departed.
“Well,” said Anne, as the sisters went through the wheat stubble; “I don’t know what you two’s been jawing103 about, I’m sure.”
“Don’t you?” laughed Frances significantly.
“No, I don’t. But, at any rate, Tom Smedley’s a good deal better to my thinking than Jimmy, so there — and nicer.”
“Perhaps he is,” said Frances coldly.
And the next day, after a secret, persistent104 hunt, she found another mole playing in the heat. She killed it, and in the evening, when Tom came to the gate to smoke his pipe after supper, she took him the dead creature.
“Here you are then!” she said.
“Did you catch it?” he replied, taking the velvet corpse105 into his fingers and examining it minutely. This was to hide his trepidation106.
“Did you think I couldn’t?” she asked, her face very near his.
“Nay, I didn’t know.”
She laughed in his face, a strange little laugh that caught her breath, all agitation, and tears, and recklessness of desire. He looked frightened and upset. She put her hand to his arm.
“Shall you go out wi’ me?” he asked, in a difficult, troubled tone.
She turned her face away, with a shaky laugh. The blood came up in him, strong, overmastering. He resisted it. But it drove him down, and he was carried away. Seeing the winsome107, frail108 nape of her neck, fierce love came upon him for her, and tenderness.
“We s’ll ‘ave to tell your mother,” he said. And he stood, suffering, resisting his passion for her.
“Yes,” she replied, in a dead voice. But there was a thrill of pleasure in this death.
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