Adam Bede eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 820 pages of information about Adam Bede.

Adam Bede eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 820 pages of information about Adam Bede.

Mrs. Poyser, however, though she noticed the bonnet, deferred remarking on it until she had disburdened herself of her surprise at Mr. Irwine’s behaviour.

“Why, Mr. Irwine wasn’t angry, then?  What did he say to you, Dinah?  Didn’t he scold you for preaching?”

“No, he was not at all angry; he was very friendly to me.  I was quite drawn out to speak to him; I hardly know how, for I had always thought of him as a worldly Sadducee.  But his countenance is as pleasant as the morning sunshine.”

“Pleasant!  And what else did y’ expect to find him but pleasant?” said Mrs. Poyser impatiently, resuming her knitting.  “I should think his countenance is pleasant indeed!  And him a gentleman born, and’s got a mother like a picter.  You may go the country round and not find such another woman turned sixty-six.  It’s summat-like to see such a man as that i’ the desk of a Sunday!  As I say to Poyser, it’s like looking at a full crop o’ wheat, or a pasture with a fine dairy o’ cows in it; it makes you think the world’s comfortable-like.  But as for such creaturs as you Methodisses run after, I’d as soon go to look at a lot o’ bare-ribbed runts on a common.  Fine folks they are to tell you what’s right, as look as if they’d never tasted nothing better than bacon-sword and sour-cake i’ their lives.  But what did Mr. Irwine say to you about that fool’s trick o’ preaching on the Green?”

“He only said he’d heard of it; he didn’t seem to feel any displeasure about it.  But, dear aunt, don’t think any more about that.  He told me something that I’m sure will cause you sorrow, as it does me.  Thias Bede was drowned last night in the Willow Brook, and I’m thinking that the aged mother will be greatly in need of comfort.  Perhaps I can be of use to her, so I have fetched my bonnet and am going to set out.”

“Dear heart, dear heart!  But you must have a cup o’ tea first, child,” said Mrs. Poyser, falling at once from the key of B with five sharps to the frank and genial C.  “The kettle’s boiling—­we’ll have it ready in a minute; and the young uns ’ull be in and wanting theirs directly.  I’m quite willing you should go and see th’ old woman, for you’re one as is allays welcome in trouble, Methodist or no Methodist; but, for the matter o’ that, it’s the flesh and blood folks are made on as makes the difference.  Some cheeses are made o’ skimmed milk and some o’ new milk, and it’s no matter what you call ’em, you may tell which is which by the look and the smell.  But as to Thias Bede, he’s better out o’ the way nor in—­God forgi’ me for saying so—­for he’s done little this ten year but make trouble for them as belonged to him; and I think it ’ud be well for you to take a little bottle o’ rum for th’ old woman, for I daresay she’s got never a drop o’ nothing to comfort her inside.  Sit down, child, and be easy, for you shan’t stir out till you’ve had a cup o’ tea, and so I tell you.”

During the latter part of this speech, Mrs. Poyser had been reaching down the tea-things from the shelves, and was on her way towards the pantry for the loaf (followed close by Totty, who had made her appearance on the rattling of the tea-cups), when Hetty came out of the dairy relieving her tired arms by lifting them up, and clasping her hands at the back of her head.

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