make his soap when and where, and in whatever quantities he pleased; and
the cost of it was next to nothing. No one there was obliged to sigh
either at his children’s dirt, or at the cost of keeping them clean. The
amount of soap used was little more thought of than that of the water
which ran past his own door.
Stephen seemed much disposed to join the group beside the brook,—another
proof to Aaron that he was not aware of the state of his costume. He was
not allowed to descend, as he wished; but must submit to be led across a
back field, and through the orchard, that he might reach the house, and
be clothed before he was presented to the family. Aaron could not think
of showing him in a state of such degradation as that in which he had
found him.
“Who is this?” inquired Le Brocq, who was drawing cider from the cask
which was niched near the door. “How can De la Mare let any one come to
such a pass?” Then, as Stephen came within hearing, the farmer told him
he should be welcome to supper and shelter for the night, and that he
might depend on being forwarded to St. Heliers the next morning. In an
aside, he desired his wife to fetch an old garment of his, wherewith to
clothe Stephen, instead of using any of Aaron’s good clothes for the
purpose.
Mrs. Le Brocq wanted to know when the girls were coming. It was too dark
for them to see what they were about; and the soup was ready; and she
was sure Louise would be over-tired if she staid at her work so long.
She was comforted with the news that they would presently come in, and
that Malet was with Louise, to take care of her.
By the time that Stephen was dressed, and seated somewhat nearer than he
liked to the great fire of vraic (a sea-weed which is used, first for
fuel and then for manure, in Jersey), the young washerwomen appeared.
Mrs. Le Brocq and Anna took charge of the supper table, while Louise,
who was, or was fancied to be, rather delicate, was tended by her lover,
and Victorine was at every one’s call, besides having to lay down a bed
for Stephen, as the hour of rest approached.
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