Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.

Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 10,116 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Works of George Meredith.

“If you goes in a cart, wi’ company o’ four, you expects to be jolted,” said Master Gammon.

“You seem to like it,” Robert observed to the latter.

“It don’t disturb my in’ards,” quoth the serenest of mankind.

“Gammon,” the farmer addressed him from the front seat, without turning his head:  “you’ll take and look about for a new place.”

Master Gammon digested the recommendation in silence.  On its being repeated, with, “D’ ye hear?” he replied that he heard well enough.

“Well, then, look about ye sharp, or maybe, you’ll be out in the cold,” said the farmer.

“Na,” returned Master Gammon, “ah never frets till I’m pinched.”

“I’ve given ye notice,” said the farmer.

“No, you ha’n’t,” said Master Gammon.

“I give ye notice now.”

“No, you don’t.”

“How d’ ye mean?”

“Cause I don’t take ne’er a notice.”

“Then you’ll be kicked out, old man.”

“Hey! there y’ have me,” said Master Gammon.  “I growed at the farm, and you don’t go and tell ne’er a tree t’ walk.”

Rhoda laid her fingers in the veteran’s palm.

“You’re a long-lived family, aren’t you, Master Gammon?” said Robert, eyeing Rhoda’s action enviously.

Master Gammon bade him go to a certain churchyard in Sussex, and inspect a particular tombstone, upon which the ages of his ancestry were written.  They were more like the ages of oaks than of men.

“It’s the heart kills,” said Robert.

“It’s damned misfortune,” murmured the farmer.

“It is the wickedness in the world,” thought Rhoda.

“It’s a poor stomach, I reckon,” Master Gammon ruminated.

They took leave of him at the station, from which eminence it was a notable thing to see him in the road beneath, making preparations for his return, like a conqueror of the hours.  Others might run, and stew, if they liked:  Master Gammon had chosen his pace, and was not of a mind to change it for anybody or anything.  It was his boast that he had never ridden by railway:  “nor ever means to, if I can help it,” he would say.  He was very much in harmony with universal nature, if to be that is the secret of human life.

Meantime, Algernon retraced his way to the station in profound chagrin:  arriving there just as the train was visible.  He caught sight of the cart with Master Gammon in it, and asked him whether all his people were going up to London; but the reply was evidently a mile distant, and had not started; so putting a sovereign in Master Gammon’s hand, together with the reins of his horse, Algernon bade the old man conduct the animal to the White Bear Inn, and thus violently pushing him off the tramways of his intelligence, left him stranded.

He had taken a first-class return-ticket, of course, being a gentleman.  In the desperate hope that he might jump into a carriage with Rhoda, he entered one of the second-class compartments; a fact not only foreign to his tastes and his habits, but somewhat disgraceful, as he thought.  His trust was, that the ignoble of this earth alone had beheld him:  at any rate, his ticket was first class, as the guard would instantly and respectfully perceive, and if he had the discomforts, he had also some of the consolations of virtue.

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