"And so Mr. Addison’s preaching next week, is he?" she reverted
suddenly, making even that supreme egotist blink and start. Her Voice,
furred and soft, reminded Sarah of a paw reaching out for someone to
scratch. "Eh, now, but I should be in a rare twitter if it was Will as
was setting up to preach! But there, we’re none of us much of a hand at
talking at our spot, and Will’s summat better to do than just wagging a
loose tongue. I’ll see the lads come along, though, as it’s you, Mrs.
Addison, and an old friend, unless there’s summat useful they’re happen
wanted for at home. Eh, Sarah, but wouldn’t they talks to young men ha’
done a sight o’ good to Geordie-an’-Jim? It’s a sad pity you didn’t
start preaching before they went, Mr. Addison,--it is that! Like
enough, if you had, they’d be at Sandholes yet."
The preacher’s brow had been thunderous during the early part of this
speech, but now he looked suddenly coy. Sally, dropping her glance to
her aunt’s lap, saw her fingers clench and unclench on a fold of her own
black gown.
"Any news of the prodigals?" Elliman Wilkinson suddenly enquired. He
looked at Eliza as he spoke, and smiled as at a well-known joke. "I’m
always in hopes to find one of them eating the fatted calf."
"Nay, you must ask Sarah, not me!" Eliza answered, with an affected
laugh. She despised Elliman in her heart, but she was grateful for the
cue. "Sarah knows what they’re at, if there’s anybody does at all.
Like enough they’ll turn up one o’ these days, but I don’t know as we’ll
run to calves. They’ll be terble rough in their ways, I doubt, after
all this time. Out at elbows an’ all, as like as not, and wi’ happen a
toe or two keeking through their boots!"
There was a ripple of laughter at this show of wit, and then Elliman,
urged by a nudge and a whisper from Mary Phyllis, repeated the question
in the proper quarter. He raised his voice when he spoke to Sarah, as
if she were deaf as well as blind, and when she paused a moment before
replying, he apostrophised her again. The whole table had pricked its
ears and was listening by the time the answer came.
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