Married women -- Fiction; Staffordshire (England) -- Fiction
Leonora was the last to go. Meshach would not allow her to stay after
the tea-things were washed up. He declined firmly every offer of help or
companionship, and since the middle-aged servant made no objection to
being alone with her convalescent master, Leonora could only submit to
his wishes.
When she was gone he lighted his pipe. At seven o'clock, the servant
came into the parlour and found him dozing in the dark; his pipe hung
loosely from his teeth.
'Eh, mester,' she cried, lighting the gas. 'Hadn't ye better go to bed?
Ye've had a worriting day.'
'Happen I'd better,' he answered deliberately, taking hold of the pipe
and adjusting his spectacles.
'Can ye undress yeself?' she asked him.
'Ay,' he said, 'I can do that, wench. My candle!'
And he went carefully up to bed.
CHAPTER X
IN THE GARDEN
'Father's in a horrid temper. Did anything go wrong?' said Rose, when
Leonora reached Hillport.
'No,' Leonora replied. 'Where is he?'
'In the drawing-room. He says he won't have any tea.'
'You must remember, my dear, that your father has been through a great
deal this last day or two.'
'So have all of us, as far as that goes,' Rose stated ruthlessly.
'However----' She turned away, shrugging her shoulders.
Leonora wondered by means of what sad experience Rose would ultimately
discover that, whereas men have the right to cry out when they are hurt,
it is the whole business of a woman's life to suffer in cheerful
silence. She sat with the girls during tea, drinking a cup for the sake
of form, and giving them disconnected items of information about the
funeral, which at their own passionate request they had been excused
from attending. The talk was carried on in low tones, so that the rattle
of a spoon in a saucer sounded loud and distinct. And in the
drawing-room John steadily perused the 'Signal,' column by column, from
the announcement of 'Pink Dominoes' at the Hanbridge Theatre Royal on
the first page, to the bait of a sporting bookmaker in Holland at the
end of the last. The evening was desolating, but Leonora endured it with
philosophy, because she appreciated John's state of mind.
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