English fiction -- 19th century; Marriage -- Fiction
'That's as it happens. I'm lucky in seeing you early. He don't mean to
hurt her; he won't be beaten. All she asks is ten minutes with him. If
he would!--he won't. She didn't mean to do him offence t' other night in
that place--you've heard. Kit Ines told me he was on duty there--going.
She couldn't help speaking when she had eyes on her husband. She kisses
the ground of his footsoles, you may say, let him be ever so unkind. She
and I were crossing to the corner of Roper Street a rainy night, on way
to Mile End, away down to one of your father's families, Mother Davis and
her sick daughter and the little ones, and close under the public-house
Goat and Beard we were seized on and hustled into a covered carriage that
was there, and they drove sharp. She 's not one to scream. We weren't
frightened. We both made the same guess. They drove us to the house she
's locked in, and me, too, up till three o'clock this morning.'
'You've seen nobody, Madge?'
'He 's fixed she 's to leave London, Mr. Woodseer. I've seen Kit Ines.
And she 's to have one of the big houses to her use. I guessed Kit Ines
was his broom. He defends it because he has his money to make--and be a
dirty broom for a fortune! But any woman's sure of decent handling with
Kit Ines--not to speak of lady. He and a mate guard the house. An old
woman cooks.'
'He guards the house, and he gave you a pass?'
'Not he. His pride's his obedience to his "paytron"--he calls his
master, and won't hear that name abused. We are on the first floor; all
the lower doors are locked day and night. New Street, not much
neighbours; she wouldn't cry out of the window. She 's to be let free if
she'll leave London.'
'You jumped it!'
'If I'd broke a leg, Mr. Kit Ines would have had to go to his drams. It
wasn't very high; and a flower-bed underneath. My mistress wanted to be
the one. She has to be careful. She taught me how to jump down not to
hurt. She makes you feel you can do anything. I had a bother to get her
to let me and be quiet herself. She's not one to put it upon others,
you'll learn. When I was down I felt like a stick in the ground and sat
till I had my feet, she at the window waiting; and I started for you.
She kissed her hand. I was to come to you, and then your father, you
nowhere seen. I wasn't spoken to. I know empty London.'
'Kit Ines was left sleeping in the house?'
'Snoring, I dare say: He don't drink on duty.'
'He must be kept on duty.'
'Drink or that kind of duty, it's a poor choice.'
'You'll take him in charge, Madge.'
'I've got a mistress to look after.'
'You've warmed to her.'
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