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      Another day passed, and the nurse said the doctor must be immediately sent for. Bertha had made Edward promise to remain with her all the time.

      “I think I shall have courage if I can hold your hand,” she said.

      “Nonsense,” said Dr. Ramsay, when Edward told him this, “I’m not going to have a man meddling about.”

      “I thought not,” said Edward, “but I just promised, to keep her quiet.”

      “If you’ll keep yourself quiet,” answered the doctor, “that’s all I shall expect.”

      “Oh, you needn’t fear about me. I know all about these things—why, my dear doctor, I’ve brought a good sight more living things into the world than you have, I bet.”

      Edward, calm, self-possessed, unimaginative, was the ideal person for an emergency.

      “There’s no good my knocking about the house all the afternoon,” he said. “I should only mope, and if I’m wanted I can always be sent for.”

      He left word that he was going to Bewlie’s Farm to see a sick cow, about which he was very anxious.

      “She’s the best milker I’ve ever had. I don’t know what I should do if anything went wrong with her. She gives her so-many pints a day, as regular as possible. She’s brought in over and over again the money I gave for her.”

      He walked along with the free and easy step which Bertha so much admired, glancing now and then at the fields which bordered the highway. He stopped to examine the beans of a rival farmer.

      “That soil’s no good,” he said, shaking his head. “It don’t pay to grow beans on a patch like that.”

      When he arrived at Bewlie’s Farm, Edward called for the labourer in charge of the invalid.

      “Well, how’s she going?”

      “She ain’t no better, squire.”

      “Bad job.... Has Thompson been to see her to-day?” Thompson was the vet.

      “‘E can’t make nothin’ of it—’e thinks it’s a habscess she’s got, but I don’t put much faith in Mister Thompson: ’is father was a labourer same as me, only ’e didn’t ’ave to do with farming, bein’ a bricklayer; and wot ’is son can know about cattle is beyond me altogether.”

      “Well, let’s go and look at her,” said Edward.

      He strode over to the barn, followed by the labourer. The beast was standing in one corner, even more meditative than is usual with cows, hanging her head and humping her back. She seemed profoundly pessimistic.

      “I should have thought Thompson could do something,” said Edward.

      “‘E says the butcher’s the only thing for ’er,” said the other, with great contempt.

      Edward snorted indignantly. “Butcher indeed! I’d like to butcher him if I got the chance.”

      He went into the farmhouse, which for years had been his home; but he was a practical, sensible fellow and it brought him no memories, no particular emotion.

      “Well, Mrs. Jones,” he said to the tenant’s wife. “How’s yourself?”

      “Middlin’, sir. And ’ow are you and Mrs. Craddock?”

      “I’m all right—the Missus is having a baby, you know.”

      He spoke in the jovial, careless way which necessarily endeared him to the whole world.

      “Bless my soul, is she indeed, sir—and I knew you when you was a boy! When d’you expect it?”

      “I expect it every minute. Why, for all I know, I may be a happy father when I get back to tea.”

      “You take it pretty cool, governor,” said Farmer Jones, who had known Edward in the days of his poverty.

      “Me?” cried Edward, laughing. “I know all about this sort of thing, you see. Why, look at all the calves I’ve had—and mind you, I’ve not had an accident with a cow above twice, all the time I’ve gone in for breeding.... But I’d better be going to see how the Missus is getting on. Good afternoon to you, Mrs. Jones.”

      “Now what I like about the squire,” said Mrs. Jones, “is that there’s no ‘aughtiness in ’im. ’E ain’t too proud to take a cup of tea with you, although ’e is the squire now.”

      “‘E’s the best squire we’ve ’ad for thirty years,” said Farmer Jones, “and, as you say, my dear, there’s not a drop of ’aughtiness in ‘im—which is more than you can say for his missus.”

      “Oh well, she’s young-like,” replied his wife. “They do say as ’ow ’e’s the master, and I dare say ’e’ll teach ’er better.”

      “Trust ’im for makin’ ’is wife buckle under; ’e’s not a man to stand nonsense from anybody.”

      Edward swung along the road, whirling his stick round, whistling, and talking to the dogs that accompanied him. He was of a hopeful disposition, and did not think it would be necessary to slaughter his best cow. He did not believe in the vet. half so much as in himself, and his firm opinion was that she would recover. He walked up the avenue of Court Leys, looking at the young elms he had planted to fill the gaps; they were pretty healthy on the whole, and he was pleased with his work.

      He went to Bertha’s room and knocked at the door. Dr. Ramsay opened it, but with his burly frame barred the passage.

      “Oh, don’t be afraid,” said Edward, “I don’t want to come in. I know when I’m best out of the way.... How is she getting on?”

      “Well, I’m afraid it won’t be such an easy job as I thought,” whispered the doctor; “but there’s no reason to get alarmed.”

      “I shall be downstairs if you want me for anything.”

      “She was asking for you a good deal just now, but nurse told her it would upset you if you were there; so then she said, ‘Don’t let him come; I’ll bear it alone.’”

      “Oh, that’s all right. In a time like this the husband is much better out of the way, I think.”

      Dr. Ramsay shut the door upon him.

      “Sensible chap that,” he said. “I like him better and better. Why, most men would be fussing about and getting hysterical, and Lord knows what.”

      “Was that Eddie?” asked Bertha, her voice trembling with recent agony.

      “Yes; he came to see how you were.”

      “He isn’t very much upset, is he? Don’t tell him I’m very bad—it’ll make him wretched. I’ll bear it alone.”

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