'To Dawson's,' said the boy, sharply.
Reuben's face brightened. Then the lad's empty stomach must have
been filled; for he knew that 'Dawsons' were kind to him. He
ventured to look at him more directly, and, as he did so, something
in the attitude of the proud handsome stripling reminded him of
Sandy--Sandy, in the days of his youth, coming down to show his
prosperous self at the farm. He put his large soil-stained hand on
David's shoulder.
'Goo yor ways in, Davy. I'll see yo ha your reets.'
David opened his eyes at him, astounded. There is nothing more
startling in human relations than the strong emotion of weak
people.
Reuben would have liked to say something else, but his lips opened
and shut in vain. The boy, too, was hopelessly embarrassed. At
last, Reuben let the gate fall and walked off, with downcast head,
to where, in the sheep-pen, he had a few hours before bound an
orphan lamb to a refractory foster-mother. The foster-mother's
resistance had broken down, she was lying patiently and gently
while the thin long-legged creature sucked; when it was frightened
away by Reuben's approach she trotted bleating after it. In his
disturbed state of feeling the parallel, or rather the contrast,
between the dumb animal and the woman struck home.
CHAPTER IX
But the crisis which had looked so near delayed!
Poor Reuben! The morning after his sudden show of spirit to David
he felt himself, to his own miserable surprise, no more courageous
than he had been before it. Yet the impression made had gone too
deep to end in nothingness. He contracted a habit of getting by
himself in the fields and puzzling his brain with figures--an
occupation so unfamiliar and exhausting that it wore him a good
deal; and Hannah, when he came in at night, would wonder, with a
start, whether he were beginning 'to break up.' But it possessed
him more and more. Hannah would not give up the money, but David
must have his rights. How could it be done? For the first time
Reuben fell to calculation over his money matters, which he did not
ask Hannah to revise. But meanwhile he lived in a state of
perpetual inward excitement which did not escape his wife. She
could get no clue to it, however, and became all the more
forbidding in the household the more she was invaded by this wholly
novel sense of difficulty in managing her husband.
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