Sylvia's Lovers — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 721 pages of information about Sylvia's Lovers — Complete.

Sylvia's Lovers — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 721 pages of information about Sylvia's Lovers — Complete.

‘Yo’re cold and drenched,’ said she.  ‘Come near to t’ fire and warm yo’rsel’; yo’ mun pardon us if we dunnot think on everything at onest.’

‘Yo’re very kind, very kind indeed,’ said Hester, touched by the poor woman’s evident effort to forget her own grief in the duties of hospitality, and loving Bell from that moment.

‘I’m Hester Rose,’ she continued, half addressing Sylvia, who she thought might remember the name, ’and Philip Hepburn has sent me in a tax-cart to t’ stile yonder, to fetch both on yo’ back to Monkshaven.’  Sylvia raised her head and looked intently at Hester.  Bell clasped her hands tight together and leant forwards.

‘It’s my master as wants us?’ said she, in an eager, questioning tone.

‘It’s for to see yo’r master,’ said Hester.  ’Philip says he’ll be sent to York to-morrow, and yo’ll be fain to see him before he goes; and if yo’ll come down to Monkshaven to-night, yo’ll be on t’ spot again’ the time comes when t’ justices will let ye.’

Bell was up and about, making for the place where she kept her out-going things, almost before Hester had begun to speak.  She hardly understood about her husband’s being sent to York, in the possession of the idea that she might go and see him.  She did not understand or care how, in this wild night, she was to get to Monkshaven; all she thought of was, that she might go and see her husband.  But Sylvia took in more points than her mother, and, almost suspiciously, began to question Hester.

’Why are they sending him to York?  What made Philip leave us?  Why didn’t he come hissel’?’

‘He couldn’t come hissel’, he bade me say; because he was bound to be at the lawyer’s at five, about yo’r father’s business.  I think yo’ might ha’ known he would ha’ come for any business of his own; and, about York, it’s Philip as telled me, and I never asked why.  I never thought on yo’r asking me so many questions.  I thought yo’d be ready to fly on any chance o’ seeing your father.’  Hester spoke out the sad reproach that ran from her heart to her lips.  To distrust Philip! to linger when she might hasten!

‘Oh!’ said Sylvia, breaking out into a wild cry, that carried with it more conviction of agony than much weeping could have done.  ’I may be rude and hard, and I may ask strange questions, as if I cared for t’ answers yo’ may gi’ me; an’, in my heart o’ hearts, I care for nought but to have father back wi’ us, as love him so dear.  I can hardly tell what I say, much less why I say it.  Mother is so patient, it puts me past mysel’, for I could fight wi’ t’ very walls, I’m so mad wi’ grieving.  Sure, they’ll let him come back wi’ us to-morrow, when they hear from his own sel’ why he did it?’

She looked eagerly at Hester for an answer to this last question, which she had put in a soft, entreating tone, as if with Hester herself the decision rested.  Hester shook her head.  Sylvia came up to her and took her hands, almost fondling them.

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