So matters went on, and the feeling grew no better, but worse,
between the men. When the devil could not find a man to irritate
Bele and Liot, then he found Matilda Sabiston always ready to speak
for him. She twitted Bele with his prudences, and if she met Liot on
the street she complimented him on his patience, and prophesied
for Karen a "lowly mannered husband, whom she could put under her
feet."
One day in October affairs all round were at their utmost strain.
The summer was over, and Bele was not likely to make the Shetland
coast often till after March. His talk was of the French and Dutch
ports and their many attractions. And Matilda was cross at the
prospect of losing her favorite's society, and unjustly inclined to
blame Bele for his want of success with her niece.
"Talk if you want to, Bele," she said snappishly, "of the pretty
women in France and Holland. You are, after all, a great dreamer, and
you don't dream true; the fisherman Liot can win where you lose."
Then Bele said some words about Liot, and Matilda laughed. Bele
thought the laugh full of scorn; so he got up and left the house
in a passion, and Matilda immediately turned on Karen.
"Ill luck came with you, girl," she cried, "and I wish that Christmas
was here and that you were out of my house."
"No need to wait till Christmas, aunt; I will go away now and never
come back."
"I shall be glad of that."
"Paul Borson will give me shelter until I move into my own house."
"Then we shall be far apart. I shall not be sorry, for our chimneys
may smoke the better for it."
"That is an unkind thing to say."
"It is as you take it."
"I wonder what people will think of you, aunt?"
"I wonder that, too--but I care nothing."
"I see that talk will come to little, and that we had better part."
"If you will marry Bele we need not part; then I will be good to you."
"I will not marry Bele--no, not for the round world."
"Then, what I have to say is this, and I say it out: go to the
Borsons as soon as you can; there is doubtless soul-kin between you
and them, and I want no Borson near me, in the body or out of the
body."
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