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Chapter 16
Hekeptaquietdistanceofhisown,andseemedabsolutelyunwillingtospeak.
’Dositdown,Hilda,’saidConnie.
’Do!’hesaid.’CanImakeyouteaoranything,orwillyoudrinkaglassofbeer?It’smoderatelycool.’
’Beer!’saidConnie.
’Beerforme,please!’saidHilda,withamocksortofshyness.Helookedatherandblinked.
Hetookabluejugandtrampedtothescullery.Whenhecamebackwiththebeer,hisfacehadchangedagain.
Conniesatdownbythedoor,andHildasatinhisseat,withthebacktothewall,againstthewindowcorner.
’Thatishischair,’saidConniesoftly.’AndHildaroseasifithadburnther.
’Sityerstill,sityerstill!Ta’eonycheerasyo’namindto,noneofusisth’bigbear,’hesaid,withcompleteequanimity.
AndhebroughtHildaaglass,andpouredherbeerfirstfromthebluejug.
’Asforcigarettes,’hesaid,’I’vegotnone,but’appenyou’vegotyourown.Idunnasmoke,mysen.Shally’eatsummat?’HeturneddirecttoConnie.’Shallt’eatasmiteo’summat,ifIbringitthee?Thacanusuallydowi’abite.’Hespokethevernacularwithacuriouscalmassurance,asifhewerethelandlordoftheInn.
’Whatisthere?’askedConnie,flushing.
’Boiledham,cheese,pickledwa’nuts,ifyerlike.--Nowtmuch.’
’Yes,’saidConnie.’Won’tyou,Hilda?’
Hildalookedupathim.
’WhydoyouspeakYorkshire?’shesaidsoftly.
’That!That’snonYorkshire,that’sDerby.’
Helookedbackatherwiththatfaint,distantgrin.
