He was always referred to as Jimmy Ollerenshaw, and he may strike you as
what is known as a "character," an oddity. His sudden appearance at a
Royal Levée would assuredly have excited remark, and even in Bursley he
diverged from the ordinary; nevertheless, I must expressly warn you
against imagining Mr. Ollerenshaw as an oddity. It is the most difficult
thing in the world for a man named James not to be referred to as Jimmy.
The temptation to the public is almost irresistible. Let him have but a
wart on his nose, and they will regard it as sufficient excuse for
yielding. I do not think that Mr. Ollerenshaw was consciously set down
as an oddity in his native town. Certainly he did not so set down
himself. Certainly he was incapable of freakishness. By the town he was
respected. His views on cottage property, the state of trade, and the
finances of the borough were listened to with a respectful absence of
comment. He was one of the few who had made cottage property pay. It was
said he owned a mile of cottages in Bursley and Turnhill. It was said
that, after Ephraim Tellwright, he was the richest man in Bursley. There
was a slight resemblance of type between Ollerenshaw and Tellwright. But
Tellwright had buried two wives, whereas Ollerenshaw had never got
within arm's length of a woman. The town much preferred Ollerenshaw.
After having duly surveyed the majestic activities of the ground-man on
the bowling-green, and having glanced at his watch, Mr. Ollerenshaw sat
down on the nearest bench; he was waiting for an opponent, the captain
of the bowling-club. It is exactly at the instant of his downsitting
that the drama about to be unfolded properly begins. Strolling along
from the northern extremity of the terrace to the southern was a young
woman. This young woman, as could be judged from her free and
independent carriage, was such a creature as, having once resolved to do
a thing, is not to be deterred from doing it by the caprices of other
people. She had resolved--a resolution of no importance whatever--to
seat herself on precisely the southernmost bench of the terrace. There
was not, indeed, any particular reason why she should have chosen the
southernmost bench; but she had chosen it. She had chosen it, afar off,
while it was yet empty and Mr. Ollerenshaw was on his feet. When Mr.
Ollerenshaw dropped into a corner of it the girl's first instinctive
volition was to stop, earlier than she had intended, at one of the other
seats.
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