All these signs the Vicar noted as he stared.
And he hated Essy. He hated her for what he saw
in her, and for her buxom comeliness, and for the
softness of her youth.
“Did I hear young Greatorex round at the back
door this evening?” he said.
Essy started, slanting her plate a little more.
“I doan knaw ef I knaw, sir.”
“Either you know or you don’t know,”
said the Vicar.
“I doan know, I’m sure, sir,” said
Essy.
The Vicar was holding out his hand for his glass of
water, and Essy pushed the plate toward him, so blindly
and at such a perilous slant that the glass slid and
toppled over and broke itself against the Vicar’s
chair.
Essy gave a little frightened cry.
“Clever girl. She did that on purpose,”
said the Vicar to himself.
Essy was on her knees beside him, picking up the bits
of glass and gathering them in her apron. She
was murmuring, “I’ll mop it oop. I’ll
mop it oop.”
“That’ll do,” he said roughly.
“That’ll do, I tell you. You can go.”
Essy tried to go. But it was as if her knees
had weights on them that fixed her to the floor.
Holding up her apron with one hand, she clutched the
arm of her master’s chair with the other and
dragged herself to her feet.
“I’ll mop it oop,” she repeated,
shamefast.
“I told you to go,” said the Vicar.
“I’ll fetch yo anoother glass?”
she whispered. Her voice was hoarse with the
spasm in her throat.
“No,” said the Vicar.
Essy slunk back into her kitchen with terror in her
heart.
"Attacca subito l’Allegro."
Alice had fallen on it suddenly.
“I suppose,” said Mary, “it’s
a relief to her to make that row.”
“It isn’t,” said Gwenda. “It’s
torture. That’s how she works herself up.
She’s playing on her own nerves all the time.
If she really could play——If
she cared about the music——If she
cared about anything on earth except——”
She paused.
“Molly, it must be awful to be made like that.”
“Nothing could be worse for her than being shut
up here.”
“I know. Papa’s been a frightful
fool about her. After all, Molly, what did she
do?”
“She did what you and I wouldn’t have
done.”
“How do you know what you wouldn’t have
done? How do I know? If we’d been
in her place——”
“If I’d been in her place I’d
have died rather.”
“How do you know Ally wouldn’t have rather
died if she could have chosen? She didn’t
want to fall in love with that young ass, Rickards.
And I don’t see what she did that was so very
awful.”
“She managed to let everybody else see, anyhow.”
“What if she did? At least she was honest.
She went straight for what she wanted. She didn’t
sneak and scheme to get him from any other girl.
And she hadn’t a mother to sneak and scheme for
her. That’s fifty times worse, yet it’s
done every day and nobody thinks anything of it.”
