She felt horribly, uselessly tired, her gay spirits had trickled7 from her in sheer physical discomfort8, and in her heart an insistent9 question writhed10 like a little flame.
Two tears formed slowly in the corners of her eyes, welled at last over the silky, spidery lashes11, and rolled down her cheeks. In themselves they were portents—for Rose hardly ever cried. More wonderful still, she did not know that she was crying, she merely became[Pg 292] stupidly conscious of a smudging of those motionless trees beyond the garden, and a washing of the hard, copper12-coloured sky.
She feebly put up her hand and brushed the veil away—already something strange had loomed13 through it, whipping her curiosity. A man was at the window, his head and shoulders dark against the sunset.
"Handshut!"
"Yes, ma'am."
She frowned, for she seemed to catch a ring of mockery in the respectful words. She wondered if it had always been there.
"Where's master?"
"In the shed with Brindle."
"And how is she?"
"I dunno—we've sent for the veterinary."
There was silence. Outside the flowers rustled15 in the slow hot breeze. The background of trees was growing dim, a web of shadow at the foot of the garden.
Handshut still leaned on the sill, and she realised that if his words were decorous, his attitude was not. Surely he had something better to do than hang in at her window. Half his face was in shadow, half was reddened by the smouldering sky—it was the face of a young gipsy, brown, sullen16, and mocking. She suddenly pulled herself into a sitting posture17.
"What are you staying for?—I reckon the master wants you."
"No—it's you that wants me, surelye."
The blood ebbed18 from her lips. She felt afraid, and yet glad. Then suddenly she realised what was happening and dragged herself back into dignity and anger.
"I don't want you."
"Yes you do."
"Kindly19 go at once, or I shall call someone."
"Rose!"
Once more she fell back into her state of terror and[Pg 293] delight. His coolness seemed to paralyse her—she could not act. She could only lie and watch him, trembling. Why had he changed so?—he, who had never faltered20 in his attitude of stiff respect under her most outrageous21 and flirtatious22 digs.
"Rose," he said again, and his voice quivered as he said it, "you do want me a liddle bit now."
"What—what makes you think so?"
He shrugged23 his shoulders—there must have been some foreign streak24 in his yokel's blood.
"I d?an't think it—I know. A year agone you dudn't want me, so I kipt back, I wurn't a-going to m?ake you suffer. You wur frightened of that kiss...."
He had spoken it—her terror. "Don't!" she cried.
"You wur frightened, so I saw you wurn't ready, and I tried to m?ake you feel as naun had happened."
"Yes, I thought you were a gentleman," she said with a sudden rap of anger.
"I ?un't that. I'm just a poor labouring man, wot loves you, and wot you love."
She tried to speak, but the words burnt up in her mouth.
"And a labouring man you love's worth more than a m?aster14 you d?an't love, I reckon."
She shrank back on the sofa, folding her arms over her breast and gripping her shoulders.
"You needn't look so frightened. I'm only saying it. It w?an't m?ake no difference—unless you want it to."
"How dare you speak to me like this?"
"Because I see you're justabout miserable25, and I thought I'd say as how I'm beside you—only that."
"How—how d'you know I'm miserable?"
"Plain enough."
The sky had faded behind him and a crimson26 moon looked over his shoulder.
"Plain enough," he repeated, "but you needn't be[Pg 294] scared. I'll do naun you d?an't want; I'll come no nearer you than I am now—unless you call me."
She burst into tears.
He did not move. His head and shoulders were now nothing but a dark block against the purple and blue of the sky. The moon hung just above him like a copper dish.
"D?an't cry," he said slowly—"I'm only looking in at the window."
She struggled to her feet, sobs27 shaking and tearing her, and stumbled through the darkness to the door. Still sobbing28 she dragged herself upstairs, clinging to the rail, and every now and then stopping and bending double. Her loud sobs rang through the house, and soon the womenfolk were about her, questioning her, soothing29 her, and in the end putting her, still weeping, to bed. While outside in the barn Reuben watched in agony beside a sick cow.
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