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be more than one master. I’m the master here, and I intend to be so to the end. Take that manure back into the yard.”

“Back into the yard?” said Hopkins, very slowly.

“Yes; back into the yard.”

“What⁠—afore all their faces?”

“Yes; you’ve disobeyed me before all their faces?”

Hopkins paused a moment, looking away from the squire, and shaking his head as though he had need of deep thought, but by the aid of deep thought had come at last to a right conclusion. Then he resumed the barrow, and putting himself almost into a trot, carried away his prize into the kitchen-garden. At the pace which he went it would have been beyond the squire’s power to stop him, nor would Mr. Dale have wished to come to a personal encounter with his servant. But he called after the man in dire wrath that if he were not obeyed the disobedient servant should rue the consequences forever. Hopkins, equal to the occasion, shook his head as he trotted on, deposited his load at the foot of the cucumber-frames, and then at once returning to his master, tendered to him the key of the greenhouse.

“Master,” said Hopkins, speaking as best he could with his scanty breath, “there it is;⁠—there’s the key; of course I don’t want no warning, and doesn’t care about my week’s wages. I’ll be out of the cottage afore night, and as for the work’us, I suppose they’ll let me in at once, if your honour’ll give ’em a line.”

Now as Hopkins was well known by the squire to be the owner of three or four hundred pounds, the hint about the workhouse must be allowed to have been melodramatic.

“Don’t be a fool,” said the squire, almost gnashing his teeth.

“I know I’ve been a fool,” said Hopkins, “about that ’ere doong; my feelings has been too much for me. When a man’s feelings has been too much for him, he’d better just take hisself off, and lie in the work’us till he dies.” And then he again tendered the key. But the squire did not take the key, and so Hopkins went on. “I s’pose I’d better just see to the lights and the like of that, till you’ve suited yourself, Mr. Dale. It ’ud be a pity all them grapes should go off, and they, as you may say, all one as fit for the table. It’s a long way the best crop I ever see on ’em. I’ve been that careful with ’em that I haven’t had a natural night’s rest, not since February. There ain’t nobody about this place as understands grapes, nor yet anywhere nigh that could be got at. My lord’s head man is wery ignorant; but even if he knew ever so, of course he couldn’t come here. I suppose I’d better keep the key till you’re suited, Mr. Dale.”

Then for a fortnight there was an interregnum in the gardens, terrible in the annals of Allington. Hopkins lived in his cottage indeed, and looked most sedulously after the grapes. In looking after the grapes, too, he took the greenhouses under his care; but he would have nothing to do with the outer gardens, took no wages, returning the amount sent to him back to the squire, and insisted with everybody that he had been dismissed. He went about with some terrible horticultural implement always in his hand, with which it was said that he intended to attack Jolliffe; but Jolliffe prudently kept out of his way.

As soon as it had been resolved by Mrs. Dale and Lily that the flitting from the Small House at Allington was not to be accomplished, Lily communicated the fact to Hopkins.

“Miss,” said he, “when I said them few words to you and your mamma, I knew that you would listen to reason.”

This was no more than Lily had expected; that Hopkins should claim the honour of having prevailed by his arguments was a matter of course.

“Yes,” said Lily; “we’ve made up our minds to stay. Uncle wishes it.”

“Wishes it! Laws, miss; it ain’t only wishes. And we all wishes it. Why, now, look at the reason of the thing. Here’s this here house⁠—”

“But, Hopkins, it’s decided. We’re going to stay. What I want to know is this; can you come at once and help me to unpack?”

“What! this very evening, as is⁠—”

“Yes, now; we want to have the things about again before they come back from Guestwick.”

Hopkins scratched his head and hesitated, not wishing to yield to any proposition that could be considered as childish; but he gave way at last, feeling that the work itself was a good work. Mrs. Dale also assented, laughing at Lily for her folly as she did so, and in this way the things were unpacked very quickly, and the alliance between Lily and Hopkins became, for the time, very close. This work of unpacking and resettling was not yet over, when the battle of the manure broke out, and therefore it was that Hopkins, when his feelings had become altogether too much for him “about the doong,” came at last to Lily, and laying down at her feet all the weight and all the glory of his sixty odd years of life, implored her to make matters straight for him. “It’s been a killing me, miss, so it has; to see the way they’ve been a cutting that ’sparagus. It ain’t cutting at all. It’s just hocking it up;⁠—what is fit, and what isn’t, all together. And they’ve been a-putting the plants in where I didn’t mean ’em, though they know’d I didn’t mean ’em. I’ve stood by, miss, and said never a word. I’d a died sooner. But, Miss Lily, what my sufferings have been, ’cause of my feelings getting the better of me about that⁠—you know, miss⁠—nobody will ever tell;⁠—nobody⁠—nobody⁠—nobody.” Then Hopkins turned away and wept.

“Uncle,” said Lily, creeping close up against his chair, “I want to ask you a great favour.”

“A great favour. Well, I don’t think I shall refuse you anything at

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