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X. A Desperate Attempt at Persuasion

           

           Sheinclinedherhead,andsweptroundsothathereyesrestedinthemistyvalebeneaththem.

           “AndinmytravelsIgonearBudmouth.NowBudmouthisawonderfulplace—wonderful—agreatsaltsheeningseabendingintothelandlikeabow—thousandsofgentlepeoplewalkingupanddown—bandsofmusicplaying—officersbyseaandofficersbylandwalkingamongtherest—outofeverytenfolksyoumeetnineof’eminlove.”

           “Iknowit,”shesaiddisdainfully.“IknowBudmouthbetterthanyou.Iwasbornthere.Myfathercametobeamilitarymusiciantherefromabroad.Ah,mysoul,Budmouth!IwishIwastherenow.”

           Thereddlemanwassurprisedtoseehowaslowfirecouldblazeonoccasion.“Ifyouwere,miss,”hereplied,“inaweek’stimeyouwouldthinknomoreofWildevethanofoneofthosehe’th-croppersthatweseeyond.Now,Icouldgetyouthere.”

           “How?”saidEustacia,withintensecuriosityinherheavyeyes.

           “Myunclehasbeenforfiveandtwentyyearsthetrustymanofarichwidow-ladywhohasabeautifulhousefacingthesea.Thisladyhasbecomeoldandlame,andshewantsayoungcompany-keepertoreadandsingtoher,butcan’tgetonetohermindtosaveherlife,thoughshe’veadvertisedinthepapers,andtriedhalfadozen.Shewouldjumptogetyou,andUnclewouldmakeitalleasy.”

           “Ishouldhavetowork,perhaps?”

           “No,notrealwork—you’dhavealittletodo,suchasreadingandthat.YouwouldnotbewantedtillNewYear’sDay.”

           “Iknewitmeantwork,”shesaid,droopingtolanguoragain.

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