"I'm sorry—father's not at home," she said in answer to his question.
"But I t?ald him as I wur coming over—it's about that Handshut."
She smiled.
"I'm afraid father forgets things. But come in, he's bound to be home to his dinner soon."
Reuben grumbled2 and muttered to himself as he crossed the threshold—small fry like these Jurys must[Pg 211] not be allowed to think that he had any time to spare. The young woman led him into the kitchen and offered him a seat. Reuben took it and crossed his legs, looking appraisingly3 round the room, which was poorly furnished, but beautifully kept, with some attempts at decoration. There was a print of Rossetti's "Annunciation" above the meal-chest, and a shelf of books by the fireplace. It all struck him as strange and rather contemptible4. He remembered what he had been told about the Jurys, who had only just come to Cheat Land. Tom Jury had, so rumour5 said, kept a bookshop in Hastings, but trade had gone badly, and as his health demanded an outdoor life and country air, charitable friends had established him on a small holding. He had an invalid6 wife, and one daughter, who was not very strong either—an ignoble7 family.
The daughter must be the girl who was talking to him now. She sat on a little stool by the fire, and had brought out some sewing.
"You come from Odiam, don't you?" she asked.
"Yes, that's it."
"Is Odiam that farm near Totease?"
Reuben looked as if he had swallowed the poker8. He stared at her to see if she were making fun of him, but her bright eyes were quite innocent.
"Yes," he said huskily—"it is."
"We've only been here a month, so I haven't got the neighbourhood quite clear. You see I can't often go out, as my mother's generally in bed, and I have all the house-work to do. That's why my father has to have a man to help him out of doors. It's a pity, for wages are so high—Handshut's leaving us because we could do with someone cheaper and less experienced."
Reuben liked her voice, with its town modulation9, the only vestige10 of Sussex taint11 being a slight drawl. It struck him that Alice Jury was a "lady," and that he was not condescending12 very much in speaking to her.
"It's unaccountable hard to know what to do about labour. Now as these fellers are gitting eddicated they think no end of theirselves and 'ull ask justabout anything in wages—as if a man hoed turnups any better for being able to read and write."
"But don't you think he does?"
"No—I d?an't. I'm all ag?unst teaching poor people anything and setting them above theirselves. It's different fur their betters. Now I've got six boys, and they can all read and write and cast accounts."
"Six boys, have you? Are they grown up?"
"Yes, the youngest's sixteen."
"And do they help you on the farm?"
"Yes—leastways four of 'em do. Two have—have left home."
"I suppose they didn't care for farming?"
"One's in prison, and t'other I turned away."
Reuben had no idea why he said this. It must have been the way her eyes were fixed13 on him, glowing above bistred shadows.
"Oh, indeed!—how sad."
He flushed the colour of her apron. What a fool he was!—and yet after all she would be bound to hear the truth sooner or later; he had only been beforehand. All the same he was surprised at himself. A sudden tide of anger went over him.
"Sad fur them, I reckon, but not fur me. I'm well shut of them."
"Don't you miss them at all?"
"Naun particular. Robert he wur good and plodding-like, but you couldn't trust his stacking, and he'd be all nohow wud the horses—and Albert he'd shirk everything wotsumdever, he'd go off into dreams in the middle of killing14 a pig—surelye!"
"But in themselves, I mean."
"Wot's that—in themselves?"
"Well, as boys, as sons, not as farm-servants."
"I d?an't never think of them that way. One's no good to me wudout t'other."
Alice Jury said nothing, and Reuben began to feel vaguely15 uncomfortable. What queer eyes she had!—they seemed to bore into him like nails. He suddenly rose to his feet.
"See here—I must be going."
"But father won't be long now."
"I'm sorry—I can't wait. I've a load of field-bean coming in. I'll be round ag?un to-morrow."
"What time?—and I'll promise father shall be here to see you."
"About eleven, say. Good-bye, miss."
"Good-bye."
She went with him to the door. A great lump of phlox grew on either side of it. She stood between them, and suddenly pointed16 out over Jury's miserable17 little root-patch towards Boarzell, heaving its great hummocks18 against the east.
"What's that?" she asked.
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