Then she turned suddenly.
'Oh, is it Madam!' she exclaimed. 'Come in, then, come in! We're at tea.'
And she dragged forward a chair.
'No, I won't come in,' said Isabel, 'I'm afraid I interrupt your meal.'
'No--no--not likely, Madam, not likely.'
'Hasn't Mr. Pervin come in, do you know?'
'I'm sure I couldn't say! Missed him, have you, Madam?'
'No, I only wanted him to come in,' laughed Isabel, as if shyly.
'Wanted him, did ye? Get you, boy--get up, now--'
Mrs. Wernham knocked one of the boys on the shoulder. He began to scrape
to his feet, chewing largely.
'I believe he's in top stable,' said another face from the table.
'Ah! No, don't get up. I'm going myself,' said Isabel.
'Don't you go out of a dirty night like this. Let the lad go. Get along
wi' ye, boy,' said Mrs. Wernham.
'No, no,' said Isabel, with a decision that was always obeyed. 'Go on
with your tea, Tom. I'd like to go across to the stable, Mrs. Wernham.'
'Did ever you hear tell!' exclaimed the woman.
'Isn't the trap late?' asked Isabel.
'Why, no,' said Mrs. Wernham, peering into the distance at the tall, dim
clock. 'No, Madam--we can give it another quarter or twenty minutes yet,
good--yes, every bit of a quarter.'
'Ah! It seems late when darkness falls so early,' said Isabel.
'It do, that it do. Bother the days, that they draw in so,' answered Mrs.
Wernham.' Proper miserable!'
'They are,' said Isabel, withdrawing.
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