ps an experience of
London might persuade her to settle there (she could afford a fine house
over at Blackheath, or even in town itself, if she chose). But Joanna
had a solid prejudice against London--the utmost she would consent to
was a promise to come up and stay with Albert's mother when her appeal
was heard at the High Court at the beginning of August. Edward Huxtable
had done his best to convince her that her presence was unnecessary, but
she did not trust either him or the excellent counsel he had engaged.
She had made up her mind to attend in person, and look after him
properly.

Sec.25

The attitude of Brodnyx and Pedlinge towards this new crisis in Joanna
Godden's life was at first uncertain. The first impression was that she
had suddenly taken fright at the prospect of old-maidenhood, and had
grabbed the first man she could get, even though he was young enough to
be her son.

"He ain't twenty-one till Michaelmas," said Vine at the Woolpack.

"She's always liked 'em young," said Furnese.

"Well, if she'd married Arthur Alce when she fust had the chance,
instead of hanging around and wasting time the way she's done, by now
she could have had a man of her intended's age for a son instead of a
husband."

"Reckon it wouldn't have been the same thing."

"No--it would have been a better thing," said Vine.

When it became known that Joanna's motive was not despair but love,
public opinion turned against her, Albert's manner among the Marsh
people was unfortunate. In his mind he had always stressed his bride's
connexions through Ellen--the Ernleys, a fine old county family; he
found it very satisfying to slap Tip Ernley on the back and call him
"Ole man." He had deliberately shut his eyes to the other side of her
acquaintance, those Marsh families, the Southlands, Furneses, Vines,
Cobbs and Bateses, to whom she was bound by far stronger, older ties
than any which held her to Great Ansdore. He treated these people as her
and his inferiors--unlike Martin Trevor, he would not submit to being
driven round and shown off to Misleham, Picknye Bush, or Slinches.... It
was small wonder that respectable families became indignant at such
airs.

"What does he think himself, I'd like to know? He's nothing but a
clerk--such as I'd never see my boy."

"And soon he won't be even that--he'll just be living on Joanna."

"She's going to keep him at Ansdore?"

"Surelye. She'll never move out now."

"But what's she