A litter and disorder marked the house. There were packing-cases in
every room; but less than a moiety of Hester's goods would leave her
home. She must dwell in a small cottage henceforth, and her furniture,
with much of her china and other precious things, was presently
destined to be sold. The period of her greatest grief had long passed;
she had faced the future with resignation for many months, and returned
to her usual placidity. She and her daughter could even plan their
little possessions in a new cottage, and smile together again. They
had fitted their minds to the changed condition; they had calculated
the probable result of the sale, and Mrs. Baskerville, thrown by these
large reverses from her former easy and tranquil optimism, had fallen
upon the opposite extreme.
She now looked for no amelioration of the future, foresaw no
possibility of adequate work for Ned, and was as dumb as a wounded
horse or cow, even at the tragical suggestion of her son's enlistment.
This he had openly discussed, but finding that none exhibited any
horror before the possibility, soon dropped it again.
To these people came Mr. Baskerville--small, grey, saturnine. His eyes
were causing him some trouble, and their rims were grown red. They
thought in secret that he had never looked uglier, and he declared
openly that he had seldom felt worse.
"'Tis the season of the year that always troubles me," he said. "Gout,
gravel, rheumatism, lumbagy--all at me together. Nature is a usurer,
Hester, as you may live to find out yet, for all you keep so healthy.
She bankrupts three parts of the men you meet, long afore they pay back
the pinch of dust they have borrowed from her. The rate of interest on
life runs too high, and that's a fact, even though you be as thrifty of
your powers as you please, and a miser of your vital parts, as I have
always been."
"Your eyes are inflamed seemingly," said his sister-in-law. "Vivian's
went the same once, but doctor soon cured 'em."
They sat in the kitchen and he spoke to May.
"If you'll hurry tea and brew me a strong cup, I'll thank you. I feel
just as if 'twould do me a deal of good."
She obeyed at once, and Humphrey, exhibiting a most unusual garrulity
and egotism, continued to discuss himself.
"For all my carcase be under the weather, my mind is pretty clear for
me. Things be going well, I'm glad to say, and you might almost think
I---- However, no matter for that. Perhaps it ban't the minute to
expect you to take pleasure at any other's prosperity. There's nothing
like health, after all. You'll find yourself more peaceful now,
Hester, now you know the worst of it?"
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