Part 43 (1/2)

”_Mon Dieu!_ if one had always to judge for others and never for oneself, what Solons we should all be!”

”I hear that you have taken the child under your protection. She may think herself fortunate. It is an act of real charity.”

Hadria winced. ”I fear not. I have grown very much attached to Martha now, poor little soul; but when I decided to adopt her, I was in a state of red-hot fury.”

”Against whom, may I ask?”

”Against the child's father,” Hadria replied shortly.

CHAPTER XXVII.

”Yes, mum, I see un go up to the churchyard. He's tidyin' up the place a bit for the weddin'.”

”The wedding?” repeated Hadria vaguely. Mrs. Gullick looked at her as at one whose claims to complete possession of the faculties there seems sad reason to doubt.

”Oh, Miss Jordan's, yes. When is it?”

”Why, it's this mornin', ma'am!” cried Mrs. Gullick.

”Dear me, of course. I _thought_ the village looked rather excited.”

People were all standing at their doors, and the children had gathered at the gate of the church, with hands full of flowers. The wedding party was, it appeared, to arrive almost immediately. The children set up a shout as the first carriage was heard coming up the hill.

The bride appeared to be a popular character in Craddock. ”Dear, dear, she will be missed, she will, she was a real lady, she was; did her duty too to rich _and_ poor.”

The Professor asked his companion if she remarked that the amiable lady was spoken of universally in the past tense, as some one who had pa.s.sed from the light of day.

Hadria laughed. ”Whenever I am in a cynical mood I come to Craddock and talk to the villagers.”

Dodge was found resting on a broom-handle, with a flower in his b.u.t.ton-hole. Marion Jordan had supplied him with port wine when he was ”took bad” in the winter. Dodge found it of excellent quality. He approved of the inst.i.tution of landed property, and had a genuine regard for the fair-haired, sweet-voiced girl who used to come in her pony-cart to distribute her bounty to the villagers. Her cla.s.s in the Sunday-school, as he remarked, was always the best behaved.

The new schoolmistress, a sour and uncompromising looking person, had issued from her cottage in her Sunday best to see the ceremony.

”That's where little Martha's mother used to live,” said Hadria, ”and that is where she died.”

”Indeed, yes. I think Mr. Walker pointed it out to me.”

”Ah! of course, and then you know the village of old.”

”'Ere they comes!” announced a chorus of children's voices, as the first carriage drove up. The excitement was breathless. The occupants alighted and made their way to the church. After that, the carriages came in fairly quick succession. The bridegroom was criticised freely by the crowd. They did not think him worthy of his bride. ”They du say as it was a made up thing,” Dodge observed, ”and that it wasn't _'im_ as she'd like to go up to the altar with.”

”Well, _I_ don't sort o' take to 'im neither,” Mrs. Gullick observed, sympathizing with the bride's feeling. ”I do hope he'll be kind to the pore young thing; that I do.”

”She wouldn't never give it 'im back; she's that good,” another woman remarked.

”Who's the gentleman as she had set her heart on?” a romantic young woman enquired.

”Oh, it's only wot they say,” said Dodge judicially; ”it's no use a listening to all one hears--not by a long way.”