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      Chapter IV

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       Bertha threw off her troubled looks and the vexation which the argument had caused her. She blushed charmingly as the door opened, and with the entrance of the fairy prince her face was wreathed in smiles. She went towards him and took his hands.

      “Aunt Polly,” she said, “this is Mr. Edward Craddock.... Dr. Ramsay you know.”

      He shook hands with Miss Ley and looked at the doctor, who promptly turned his back on him. Craddock flushed, and sat down by Miss Ley.

      “We were talking about you, dearest,” said Bertha. The pause at his arrival had been disconcerting, and while Craddock was rather nervously thinking of something to say, Miss Ley made no effort to help him. “I have told Aunt Polly and Dr. Ramsay that we intend to be married four weeks from to-day.”

      This was the first that Craddock had heard of the date, but he showed no particular astonishment. He was, in fact, trying to recall the speech which he had composed for the occasion.

      “I will try to be a good husband to your niece, Miss Ley,” he began.

      But that lady interrupted him: she had already come to the conclusion that he was a man likely to say on a given occasion the sort of thing which might be expected; and that, in her eyes, was a hideous crime.

      “Oh yes, I have no doubt,” she replied. “Bertha, as you know, is her own mistress, and responsible for her acts to no one.”

      Craddock was a little embarrassed; he had meant to express his sense of unworthiness and his desire to do his duty, also to make clear his own position, but Miss Ley’s remark seemed to prohibit further explanation.

      “Which is really very convenient,” said Bertha, coming to his rescue, “because I have a mind to manage my life in my own way, without interference from anybody.”

      Miss Ley wondered whether the young man looked upon Bertha’s statement as auguring complete tranquillity in the future, but Craddock seemed to see in it nothing ominous; he looked at Bertha with a grateful smile, and the glance which she returned was full of the most passionate devotion.

      Since his arrival Miss Ley had been observing Craddock with great minuteness, and, being a woman, could not help finding some pleasure in the knowledge that Bertha was trying with anxiety to discover her judgment. Craddock’s appearance was prepossessing. Miss Ley liked young men generally, and this was a very good-looking member of the species. His eyes were good, but otherwise there was nothing remarkable in the physiognomy—he looked healthy and good-tempered. Miss Ley noticed even that he did not bite his nails, and that his hands were strong and firm. There was really nothing to distinguish him from the common run of healthy young Englishmen, with good morals and fine physique; but the class is pleasant. Miss Ley’s only wonder was that Bertha had chosen him rather than ten thousand others of the same variety, for that Bertha had chosen him somewhat actively there was in Miss Ley’s mind not the shadow of a doubt.

      Miss Ley turned to him.

      “Has Bertha shown you our chickens?” she asked, calmly.

      “No,” he said, surprised at the question; “I hope she will.”

      “Oh, no doubt. You know I am quite ignorant of agriculture. Have you ever been abroad?”

      “No, I stick to my own country,” he replied; “it’s good enough for me.”

      “I dare say it is,” said Miss Ley, looking to the ground. “Bertha must certainly show you our chickens. They interest me because they’re very like human beings—they’re so stupid.”

      “I can’t get mine to lay at all at this time of year,” said Craddock.

      “Of course I’m not an agriculturist,” repeated Miss Ley, “but chickens amuse me.”

      Dr. Ramsay began to smile, and Bertha flushed angrily.

      “You have never shown any interest in the chickens before, Aunt Polly.”

      “Haven’t I, my dear? Don’t you remember last night I remarked how tough was that one we had for dinner?... How long have you known Bertha, Mr. Craddock?”

      “It seems all my life,” he replied. “And I want to know her more.”

      This time Bertha smiled, and Miss Ley, though she felt certain the repartee was unintentional, was not displeased with it.

      All this time Dr. Ramsay was not saying a word, and his behaviour aroused Bertha’s anger.

      “I have never seen you sit for five minutes in silence before, Dr. Ramsay,” she said.

      “I think what I have to say would scarcely please you, Miss Bertha.”

      Miss Ley was anxious that no altercation should disturb the polite discomfort of the meeting.

      “You’re thinking about those rents again, doctor,” she said, and turning to Craddock: “The poor doctor is unhappy because half of our tenants say they cannot pay.”

      The poor doctor grunted and sniffed, and Miss Ley thought it was high time for the young man to take his leave. She looked at Bertha, who quickly understood, and getting up, said—

      “Let us leave them alone, Eddie; I want to show you the house.”

      He rose with alacrity, evidently much relieved at the end of the ordeal. He shook Miss Ley’s hand, and this time could not be restrained from making a little speech.

      “I hope you’re not angry with me for taking Bertha away from you. I hope I shall soon get to know you better, and that we shall become great friends.”

      Miss Ley was taken aback, but really thought his effort not bad. It might have been worse, and at all events he had kept out of it references to the Almighty and to his duty! Then Craddock turned to Dr. Ramsay, and went up to him with an outstretched hand that could not be refused.

      “I should like to see you sometime, Dr. Ramsay,” he said, looking at him steadily. “I fancy you want to have a talk with me, and I should like it too. When can you give me an appointment?”

      Bertha flushed with pleasure at his frank words, and Miss Ley was pleased at the courage with which he had attacked the old curmudgeon.

      “I think it would be a very good idea,” said the doctor. “I can see you to-night at eight.”

      “Good! Good-bye, Miss Ley.”

      He went out with Bertha.

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