Part 10 (2/2)

Charmond's. The eyes of the three had been attracted to the proceedings within by the fierce illumination which the oven threw out upon the operators and their utensils.

”Lord, Lord! if they baint come a'ready!” said Creedle.

”No--hey?” said Giles, looking round aghast; while the boy in the background waved a reeking candlestick in his delight. As there was no help for it, Winterborne went to meet them in the door-way.

”My dear Giles, I see we have made a mistake in the time,” said the timber-merchant's wife, her face lengthening with concern.

”Oh, it is not much difference. I hope you'll come in.”

”But this means a regular randyvoo!” said Mr. Melbury, accusingly, glancing round and pointing towards the bake-house with his stick.

”Well, yes,” said Giles.

”And--not Great Hintock band, and dancing, surely?”

”I told three of 'em they might drop in if they'd nothing else to do,”

Giles mildly admitted.

”Now, why the name didn't ye tell us 'twas going to be a serious kind of thing before? How should I know what folk mean if they don't say?

Now, shall we come in, or shall we go home and come back along in a couple of hours?”

”I hope you'll stay, if you'll be so good as not to mind, now you are here. I shall have it all right and tidy in a very little time. I ought not to have been so backward.” Giles spoke quite anxiously for one of his undemonstrative temperament; for he feared that if the Melburys once were back in their own house they would not be disposed to turn out again.

”'Tis we ought not to have been so forward; that's what 'tis,” said Mr.

Melbury, testily. ”Don't keep us here in the sitting-room; lead on to the bakehouse, man. Now we are here we'll help ye get ready for the rest. Here, mis'ess, take off your things, and help him out in his baking, or he won't get done to-night. I'll finish heating the oven, and set you free to go and skiver up them ducks.” His eye had pa.s.sed with pitiless directness of criticism into yet remote recesses of Winterborne's awkwardly built premises, where the aforesaid birds were hanging.

”And I'll help finish the tarts,” said Grace, cheerfully.

”I don't know about that,” said her father. ”'Tisn't quite so much in your line as it is in your mother-law's and mine.”

”Of course I couldn't let you, Grace!” said Giles, with some distress.

”I'll do it, of course,” said Mrs. Melbury, taking off her silk train, hanging it up to a nail, carefully rolling back her sleeves, pinning them to her shoulders, and stripping Giles of his ap.r.o.n for her own use.

So Grace pottered idly about, while her father and his wife helped on the preparations. A kindly pity of his household management, which Winterborne saw in her eyes whenever he caught them, depressed him much more than her contempt would have done.

Creedle met Giles at the pump after a while, when each of the others was absorbed in the difficulties of a cuisine based on utensils, cupboards, and provisions that were strange to them. He groaned to the young man in a whisper, ”This is a bruckle het, maister, I'm much afeared! Who'd ha' thought they'd ha' come so soon?”

The bitter placidity of Winterborne's look adumbrated the misgivings he did not care to express. ”Have you got the celery ready?” he asked, quickly.

”Now that's a thing I never could mind; no, not if you'd paid me in silver and gold. And I don't care who the man is, I says that a stick of celery that isn't scrubbed with the scrubbing-brush is not clean.”

”Very well, very well! I'll attend to it. You go and get 'em comfortable in-doors.”

He hastened to the garden, and soon returned, tossing the stalks to Creedle, who was still in a tragic mood. ”If ye'd ha' married, d'ye see, maister,” he said, ”this caddle couldn't have happened to us.”

Everything being at last under way, the oven set, and all done that could insure the supper turning up ready at some time or other, Giles and his friends entered the parlor, where the Melburys again dropped into position as guests, though the room was not nearly so warm and cheerful as the blazing bakehouse. Others now arrived, among them Farmer Bawtree and the hollow-turner, and tea went off very well.

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