DOI Artikel:
D'Arcy, Ella: Irremediable
DOI Seite / Zitierlink: https://doi.org/10.11588/diglit.20196#0095
By Ella D'Arcy 89
" How funny ! Imer stranger here too. I only come down
larse Friday to stye with a Naunter mine in Horton. Are you
stying in Horton ? "
Willoughby told her he was not in Orton, but at Povey Cross
Farm out in the other direction.
" Oh, Mrs. Payne's, ain't it ? I've heard aunt speak ovver. She
takes summer boarders, don't chee ? I egspec you come from
London, heh ?"
"And Iexpect you come from London too ? "said Willoughby,
recognising the familiär accent.
" You're as sharp as a needle," cried the girl with her un-
restrained laugh ; " so I do. Fm here for a hollerday 'cos I was
so done up with the work and the hot weather. I don't look as
though I'd bin i 11, do I ? But I was, though : for it was just
stifHin' hot up in our workrooms all larse month, an' tailorin's
awful hard work at the bester times."
Willoughby feit a sudden accession of interest in her. Like
many intelligent young men, he had dabbled a little in Socialism
and at one time had wandered among the dispossessed ; but since
then, had caught up and held loosely the new doctrine—It is a good
and Atting thing that woman also should earn her bread by the
sweat of her brow. Always in reference to the woman who,
fifteen months before, had treated him ill, he had said to himself
that even the breaking of stones in the road should be considered
a more feminine employment than the breaking of hearts.
He gave way therefore to a movement of friendliness for this
working daughter of the people, and joined her on the other side
of the Stile in token of his approval. She, twisting round to face
him, leaned now with her back against the bar, and the sunset fires
lent a fleeting glory to her face. Perhaps she guessed how
becoming the lighl was, for she took offher hat and let it touch to
gold
" How funny ! Imer stranger here too. I only come down
larse Friday to stye with a Naunter mine in Horton. Are you
stying in Horton ? "
Willoughby told her he was not in Orton, but at Povey Cross
Farm out in the other direction.
" Oh, Mrs. Payne's, ain't it ? I've heard aunt speak ovver. She
takes summer boarders, don't chee ? I egspec you come from
London, heh ?"
"And Iexpect you come from London too ? "said Willoughby,
recognising the familiär accent.
" You're as sharp as a needle," cried the girl with her un-
restrained laugh ; " so I do. Fm here for a hollerday 'cos I was
so done up with the work and the hot weather. I don't look as
though I'd bin i 11, do I ? But I was, though : for it was just
stifHin' hot up in our workrooms all larse month, an' tailorin's
awful hard work at the bester times."
Willoughby feit a sudden accession of interest in her. Like
many intelligent young men, he had dabbled a little in Socialism
and at one time had wandered among the dispossessed ; but since
then, had caught up and held loosely the new doctrine—It is a good
and Atting thing that woman also should earn her bread by the
sweat of her brow. Always in reference to the woman who,
fifteen months before, had treated him ill, he had said to himself
that even the breaking of stones in the road should be considered
a more feminine employment than the breaking of hearts.
He gave way therefore to a movement of friendliness for this
working daughter of the people, and joined her on the other side
of the Stile in token of his approval. She, twisting round to face
him, leaned now with her back against the bar, and the sunset fires
lent a fleeting glory to her face. Perhaps she guessed how
becoming the lighl was, for she took offher hat and let it touch to
gold