CHAPTER XII. THE SHOWER

snoharminafalsehoodofthatdescription. “No,sure!”criedNancy.“What,there’slotso’room!” “MissGrey,”saidhe,half-jestingly,asifhefeltitnecessarytochangethepresentsubject,whetherhehadanythingparticulartosayornot,“Iwishyouwouldmakemypeacewiththesquire,whenyouseehim.HewasbywhenIrescuedNancy’scat,anddidnotquiteapproveofthedeed.ItoldhimIthoughthemightbetterspareallhisrabbitsthanshehercat,forwhichaudaciousassertionhetreatedmetosomeratherungentlemanlylanguageandIfearIretortedatrifletoowarmly.” “Oh,lawfulsir!Ihopeyoudidn’tfalloutwi’th’maisterforsakeo’mycat!hecannotbideansweringagain—canth’maister.” “Oh!it’snomatter,Nancy:Idon’tcareaboutit,reallyIsaidnothingveryuncivilandIsupposeMr.Murrayisaccustomedtouseratherstronglanguagewhenhe’sheated.” “Ay,sir:it’sapity.” “Andnow,Ireallymustgo.Ihavetovisitaplaceamilebeyondthisandyouwouldnothavemetoreturninthedark:besides,ithasnearlydonerainingnow—sogood-evening,Nancy.Good-evening,MissGrey.” “Good-evening,Mr.Westonbutdon’tdependuponmeformakingyourpeacewithMr.Murray,forIneverseehim—tospeakto.” “Don’tyouitcan’tbehelpedthen,”repliedhe,indolorousresignation:then,withapeculiarhalf-smile,headded,“ButnevermindIimaginethesquirehasmoretoapologiseforthanI”andleftthecottage. IwentonwithmysewingaslongasIcouldsee,andt