Mrs Robson, who sat at the other end of the table, with her daughter
opposite, and her husband on her left hand, was not pleased to see
Alice so pale and quiet that evening, as if she had not recovered from
the anxiety of the day. ‘If she’d ’a been downright fond of Annie
Salter I might ha’ understood it,’ the farmer’s wife reflected;
‘though, e’en then, she ought to ha’ more spirit than to appear to be
in mournin’ for a girl as has made hersel’ an open shame an’ sin. She’s
troubled perhaps about Nat, because she’s known him so long; but I
daresay the lad’s like his sister, no better nor he ought to be. I
never did like his bein’ up here every night; but Miss Gillan seems
done wi’ him, and that’s as well.’ In all which reflections, though
they were made without much pondering, the farmer’s wife was more
accurate than she knew.
On the other side of the table to the farmer sat Tim, Molly, and
the boy-about-the-place, who on that evening was allowed to stay to
supper, because he had been kept so late at work. The boy was small,
dull, light-haired, with an overweighted look, which was due perhaps to
the poverty of his home; and he did not even rouse himself to pay
attention to little Molly, although she would have been more than ready
to accept such interest. For little Molly, although unprovided with
novelettes to train her feelings, was always in love with someone at
the Farm; her affections had already been reached by Nat, Tim, and the
farm-boy besides Mr Gillan who was ‘a gentleman.’ Molly had been at
Board School, but she remained quite ignorant, without even a knowledge
of the laws of right and wrong, always ready for bribes and little
pilferings, such as stolen lumps of sugar, when Mrs Robson’s back was
turned. She sat on this occasion between Tim and the farm-boy, who were
neither of them disposed to look at her, although she made timid
offerings of salt and mustard, which were not received with much
apparent gratitude. Tim was pale, and inclined to be silent and
absorbed; he was glad that the farmer’s daughter seemed disposed to be
silent too.
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