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70 over myself.” He saw the rise of the colour in Mattie’s averted cheek, and the quick lifting of Zeena’s head. “I want you should stay here this afternoon, Ethan,” his wife said. “Jotham can drive Mattie over.” Mattie flung an imploring glance at him, but he repeated curtly: “I’m going to drive her over myself.” Zeena continued in the same even tone: “I wanted you should stay and fix up that stove in Mattie’s room afore the girl gets here. It ain’t been drawing right for nigh on a month now.” Ethan’s voice rose indignantly. “If it was good enough for Mattie I guess it’s good enough for a hired girl.” “That girl that’s coming told me she was used to a house where they had a furnace,” Zeena persisted with the same monotonous mildness. “She’d better ha’ stayed there then,” he flung back at her; and turning to Mattie he added in a hard voice: “You be ready by three, Matt; I’ve got business at Corbury.” Jotham Powell had started for the barn, and Ethan strode down after him aflame with anger. The pulses in his temples throbbed and a fog was in his eyes. He went about his task without knowing what force directed him, or whose hands and feet were fulfilling its orders. It was not till he led out the sorrel and backed him between the shafts of the sleigh that he once more became conscious of what he was doing. As he passed the bridle over the horse’s head, and wound the traces around the shafts, he remembered the day when he had made the same preparations in order to drive over and meet his wife’s cousin at the Flats. It was little more than a year ago, on just such a soft afternoon, with a “feel” of spring in the air. The sorrel, turning the same big ringed eye on him, nuzzled the palm of his hand in the same way; and one by one all the days between rose up and stood before him... He flung the bearskin into the sleigh, climbed to the seat, and drove up to the house. When he entered the kitchen it was empty, but Mattie’s bag and shawl lay ready by the door. He went to the foot of the stairs and listened. No sound reached him from above, but presently he thought he heard some one moving about in his deserted study, and pushing open the door he saw Mattie, in her hat and jacket, standing with her back to him near the table. She started at his approach and turning quickly, said: “Is it time?” “What are you doing here, Matt?” he asked her. She looked at him timidly. “I was just taking a look round-that’s all,” she answered, with a wavering smile. They went back into the kitchen without speaking, and Ethan picked up her bag and shawl. “Where’s Zeena?” he asked. |
