"Is there no one else she has a fancy for--your father, for instance?"
inquired Miss Ffrench.
"She conna bide th' soight o' him, an' he's feart to go nigh her. Th'
ony man as she ivver looked at wur Murdoch," answered Janey.
"I think I remember his saying she had made friends with him. Is she as
fond of him now?"
"I dunnot know as I could ca' it bein' fond on him. She is na fond o'
nobody. But she says he's getten a bit more sense than th' common run."
"It is rather good-natured on his part to come to see her----"
"He does na coom to see her. He has na been nigh th' house fur a month.
He's been ill hissen or summat. He's up an' about, but he'd getten a
face loike Death th' last toime I seed him. Happen he's goin' off loike
his feyther."
"How is that?"
"Did na tha know," with some impatience, "as he went crazy over summat
he wur makkin', an' deed 'cause he could na mak' out to finish it? It's
th' very thing Murdoch took up hissen an' th' stroikers wur so set
ag'in."
"I think I remember. There was a story about the father. Do you--think
he is really ill?"
"Murdoch? Aye, I do.--Mak'less noise, Tummos Henry!" (This to the
child.)
"That is a great pity. Ah, there is the carriage."
One of her gloves had been lying upon her lap. When she stood up, it
dropped. She bent to pick it up, and as she did so something fell
tinkling upon the flag floor and rolled under a table. It was one of her
rings. Janey brought it back to her.
"It mun ha' been too large fur thee," she said, "or tha'rt gettin' thin.
Seems loike tha'rt a bit different to what tha wur," with a glance at
her.
"Never mind that," she answered sharply, as she handed her some money.
"Give this to your mother."
And she dropped the ring into her purse instead of putting it on again,
and went out to her carriage.
Janey stood and watched her.
"She is a bit thinner, or summat," she remarked, "but she need na moind
that. It's genteel enow to be thin, an' I dunnot know as it ud hurt
her."
Rachel Ffrench went home, and the same afternoon Murdoch came to her for
the last time.
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