Villages -- England -- Fiction; Yorkshire (England) -- Fiction
So is the Cynic! The courts are closed for the most part, but he told
me a while ago that there were one or two Old Bailey cases in which he
was interested which would prevent him from going very far away, and he
is taking week-ends on the south coast. It is curious that he should
have hit upon Eastbourne--quite by accident, Rose assures me--and that
they should have met so early. I am not surprised that they should
have been together for a long ramble over the downs, though I imagine
they would have liked it better without the presence of a third party.
Rose is not very clear about it, but apparently there were three of
them. What a nuisance for them both!
The Cynic does not expect to be in Windyridge again before the end of
this month. I always think September seems a particularly long month,
and yet it has only thirty days.
Meantime the village is affording me further opportunities of studying
Mother Hubbard's theories of human nature and discovering the germ of
goodness in things evil. It is a difficult hunt!
Little Lucy Treffit's father has come home, and the fact has a good
deal of significance for Lucy and her mother. I cannot bear the sight
of the silly man. He struts about the village as though he were doing
us a favour to grace it with his presence. He puts a thumb in each
arm-hole of his waistcoat, wears a constant smile on his flabby face
when in public, and nods at everybody as he passes, in the most
condescending way imaginable.
He is quite an under-sized man, but broad all the way down; it looks as
though at some time in his life, when he may have been very soft and
putty-like, a heavy hand had been placed on his head, and he had been
compressed into a foot less height. What gives reality to the
impression is the extreme length of his trousers, which hang over his
boots in folds.
The delight of his eyes and the joy of his heart is neither wife nor
child, but a smooth-haired terrier which brings in the living, such as
it is.
During the summer months Roger and his dog frequent the popular seaside
resorts and give beach entertainments of "an 'igh-class character" to
quote Roger himself. In the winter months they secure engagements at
music-halls, bazaars, school-entertainments and the like, when the
income is more precarious.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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