"Lot of cattle about," said John.
"Better ride," said Iden.
"No," said Amaryllis, and turned her back on them to look over the wall again.
She was a despot already. There was nothing left for them but to walk away.
"However," said Iden, always trying to round things off and make square edges smooth, "very likely you"ll overtake her and pick her up."
"Her wull go across the fields," said John. "Shan"t see her."
As he walked down the road home for his dog-trap he looked up at the corner of the wall, but she was not looking over then. Mrs. Iden had fetched her in, as it was time to dress.
"I don"t want to go," said Amaryllis, "I hate fairs--they are so silly."
"But you must go," said Mrs. Iden. "Your grandfather sent a message last night; you know it"s his dinner-day."
"He"s such a horrid old fellow," said Amaryllis, "I can"t bear him."
"How dare you speak of your grandfather like that? you are getting very rude and disrespectful."
There was no depending on Mrs. Iden. At one time she would go on and abuse Granfer Iden for an hour at a time, calling him every name she could think of, and accusing him of every folly under the sun. At another time she would solemnly inform Amaryllis that they had not a farthing of money, and how necessary it was that they should be attentive and civil to him.
Amaryllis very slowly put her hat on and the first jacket to hand.
"What! aren"t you going to change your dress?"
"No, that I"m not."
"Change it directly."
"What, to go in and see that musty old----"
"Change it directly; I _will_ be obeyed."
Amaryllis composedly did as she was bid.
One day Mrs. Iden humoured her every whim and let her do just as she pleased; the next she insisted on minute obedience.
"Make haste, you"ll be late; now, then, put your things on--come."
So Amaryllis, much against her will, was bustled out of the house and started off. As John had foreseen, she soon quitted the road to follow the path across the fields, which was shorter.
An hour or so later Iden came in from work as usual, a few minutes before dinner, and having drawn his quart of ale, sat down to sip it in the bow window till the dishes were brought.
"You"re not gone, then?" said Mrs. Iden, irritatingly.
"Gone--wur?" said Iden, rather gruffly for him.
"To fair, of course--like other people."
"Hum," growled Iden.
"You know your father expects all the family to come in to dinner on fair day; I can"t think how you can neglect him, when you know we haven"t got a shilling--why don"t you go in and speak to him?"
"You can go if you like."
"I go!" cried Mrs. Iden. "I go!" in shrill accents of contempt. "I don"t care a b.u.t.ton for all the lardy-cake lot! Let him keep his money. I"m as good as he is any day. My family go about, and do some business----"
"_Your_ family," muttered Iden. "The Flammas!"
"Yes, _my_ family--as good as yours, I should think! What"s your family then, that you should be so grand? You"re descended from a lardy-cake!"
"You be descended from a quart pot," said Iden.
This was an allusion to Mrs. Iden"s grandfather, who had kept a small wayside public. There was no disgrace in it, for he was a very respectable man, and laid the foundation of his family"s fortune, but it drove Mrs. Iden into frenzy.
"You talk about a quart pot--_you_," she shrieked. "Why, your family have drunk up thousands of pounds--you know they have. Where"s the Manor? they swilled it away. Where"s Upper Court? they got it down their throats. They built a house to drink in and nothing else. You know they did. You told me yourself. The most disgraceful set of drunkards that ever lived!"
"Your family don"t drink, then, I suppose?" said Iden.
"Your lot"s been drinking two hundred years--why, you"re always talking about it."
"Your family be as nervous as cats--see their hands shake in the morning."
"They go to business in the City and do something; they don"t mess about planting rubbishing potatoes." Mrs. Iden was London born.
"A pretty mess they"ve made of their business, as shaky as their hands.
Fidgetty, miserable, nervous set they be."
"They"re not stocks and stones like yours, anyhow, as stolid, and slow, and stupid; why, you do nothing but sleep, sleep, sleep, and talk, talk, talk. You"ve been talking with the lazy lot over at the stile, and you"ve been talking with that old fool at the back door, and talking with Jack Duck--and that"s your second mug! You"re descended from a nasty, greasy lardy-cake! There!"
Iden s.n.a.t.c.hed a piece of bread from the table and thrust it in one pocket, flung open the oven-door, and put a baked apple in the other pocket, and so marched out to eat what he could in quiet under a tree in the fields.
In the oratory of abuse there is no resource so successful as raking up the weaknesses of the opponent"s family, especially when the parties are married, for having gossiped with each other for so long in the most confidential manner, they know every foible. How Robert drank, and Tom bet, and Sam swore, and Bill knocked his wife about, and Joseph did as Potiphar"s spouse asked him, and why your uncle had to take refuge in Spain; and so on to an indefinite extent, like the multiplication table.
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CHAPTER IX.