re _was_ something between us, uncle, should you
mind?"
"I don't know as I should mind," said he. "And I don't know as it 'ud
matter a brass button if I did mind."
"What should you do, uncle?"
"I should do as I've always done," said he; "eat and sleep and take my
walks abroad. Them as wants to marry will marry, and they will marry
what suits 'em. But I shall tak' my meat and drink as usual."
"Would you come to the wedding?"
"I've only got a funeral suit," said he. "But I'd buy me some togs if
Emanuel 'ud tak' this place off my hands at what I gave."
"Would you give me a wedding-present?"
"I'd give thee some advice. It's what thou'rt most in need of."
His tone was gloomy and resigned.
She slipped round the table and sat on the arm of his chair.
"You are a horrid old thing," she told him--not for the first time. "I
_am_ in need of advice. And there's no one can give it me but you."
"Nay, nay!" he recoiled. "There's Sarah Swetnam. You're as thick as
thieves."
"She's the very last person I can go to," said Helen.
"And why?"
"Why! Because Andrew is engaged to her sister, of course. That's the
awful part of it."
"Ay?" he questioned.
"Yes. Because, you see, it's Andrew Dean that I'm in love with."
She said it in very pert and airy accents. And then the next moment she
put James into terrible consternation by crying, and clutching his arm.
He saw that she was serious. Light beat down upon him. He had to blink
and collect himself.
"I' thy place, lass," he said, "I should keep that to mysen."
"But I can't, uncle. That is, I haven't done. Andrew knows. You don't
understand how much I'm in love with him. I've--he's--"
"Thou'st not kissed him?"
"Not exactly--but--"
"He's been kissing you in mistake for his other young woman?"
Helen nodded.
"Helen, what 'ud thy mother say?"
"It was because of Andrew Dean that I came to live in Bursley," said
she. "I knew I shouldn't see him often enough if I stayed in Longshaw.
So I came here. You know we had always liked each other, I _think_, ever
since he spent two years at Longshaw at Spitz Brothers'. Then I didn't
see him for some time. You know how rude and awkward he is. Well, there
was a coolness. And then we didn't see each other for another long time.
And then when I next saw him I knew I really _was_ in love with him. (Of
course, I never said anything to mother. One doesn't, you know. And she
was so taken up with her own affairs, po
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