Villages -- England -- Fiction; Yorkshire (England) -- Fiction
My reputation must have travelled as far as Broadbeck, for the greater
number of my patrons are from that town. They consist for the most
part of engaged couples, or couples that obviously intend to become
engaged; and whether it is the excellence of my productions, or the low
charges, or just the fun of being photographed by a woman in a hamlet
like Windyridge that attracts them, I have not been able to determine,
and it does not very much matter. Mother Hubbard, on the other hand,
finds the explanation simple. I am the most talented of artists, with
all the indifference of the genuine genius to adequate remuneration.
I was thoroughly tired when tea-time came and my day's labours ended,
and was quite ready to be petted and made a fuss of by my dear old
lady. By the way, the summer has unfortunately not brought back her
old vigour, and I cannot help worrying a little about her, though she
is as bright and optimistic as ever.
I got a long letter from Rose on Monday morning. It had been written,
of course, on the Sunday, whilst the scent of the moors was still in
her nostrils; but though she feels the change pretty badly I am sure
she is not so depressed as I am. It must have taken her a heap of time
to fill so many sheets of notepaper with her small, business-like
handwriting. There were a good many sparkling sentences in the letter,
but I cannot say that I felt particularly cheerful when I had finished
it.
It appears that the Cynic was travelling by the Midland express, and
they were companions all the way from Airlee. He was already in the
train, which starts from Broadbeck, and he caught sight of her on the
platform. It seems strange that he should have gone round that way,
for I remember he told us once that he always travelled by Great
Northern, as it is the shorter route.
I fancy he was rather taken with Rose, and I know she liked him very
much, for she said so quite openly. It would do the Cynic good to be
married, especially as he seems to need comforting, and Rose is one of
the dearest girls in existence, and would make him a good wife--at
least, I hope she would. And although she has to earn her own living,
she is really very well connected, and had a quite superior education.
It was simply her father's recklessness that threw her on her own
resources, and I should say that her origin is as good as the Cynic's.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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