'
'Then that I will, Miss Jane, an' gladly. Would you like it soon?'
'No; in an hour will do, won't it? Give me something that wants
sewing, a really hard bit, something that'll break needles. Yes,
that'll do. Where's Mrs. Todd's thimble? Now we're all going to be
comfortable, and we'll have a good talk.'
Pennyloaf found the dark thoughts slip away insensibly. And she
talked, she talked--where was there such a talker as Pennyloaf
nowadays, when she once began?
Mr. Byass was not very willing, after all, to give up his country
travelling. That his departure on that business befell at a moment
of domestic quarrel was merely chance; secretly he had made the
arrangement with his firm some weeks before. The penitence which
affected him upon Jane's appeal could not be of abiding result; for,
like all married men at a certain point of their lives, he felt
heartily tired of home and wished to see the world a little. Hanover
Street heard endless discussions of the point between Sam and
Bessie, between Bessie and Jane, between Jane and Sam, between all
three together. And the upshot was that Mr. Byass gained his point.
For a time he would go on country journeys.
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