But you may be sure there's some scheme
in her old head. Tom Fowkes says she's bin two or three times to drink tea
at Farmer Gray's--now, could it be she's thinking to marry him?' And Mrs.
Rusk sat down and laughed heartily, ending with a crow of derision.
'To think of a young fellow like that, and his wife, poor thing, not dead a
year--maybe she's got money?'
'I don't know--I don't care--perhaps, Mrs. Rusk, you mistook Madame. I will
go down; I am going out.'
Madame had a basket in her hand. She held it quietly by her capacious
skirt, at the far side, and made no allusion to the preparation, neither to
the direction in which she proposed walking, and prattling artlessly and
affectionately she marched by my side.
Thus we reached the stile at the sheep-walk, and then I paused.
'Now, Madame, have not we gone far enough in this direction?--suppose we
visit the pigeon-house in the park?'
'Wat folly! my dear a Maud--you cannot walk so far.'
'Well, towards home, then.'
'And wy not a this way? We ave not walk enough, and Mr. Ruthyn he will not
be pleased if you do not take proper exercise.
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