friends he felt you didn’t really care to have him here on BallaratAfter a time you always invented some excuse to get him away” But now that it was out, Polly felt the need of toning down the statement, and added: “I shouldn’t wonder if he was silly jordan 1 shoes enough to think you were envious of him, for having so many friends and being liked by all sorts of peopleEnvious of him? I? Who on earth has been putting such ideas into your headcried MahonyIt was ‘mother’ thought so — it was while I was still there,” stammered Polly, still more fluttered by the fact of him fastening on just these wordsMahony tried to quell his irritation by fidgeting round the roomSurely, Polly, you might give up calling that woman ‘mother,’ now you belong to me — I thank you for the relationship!” he said testilyAnd having with much unnecessary ado knocked the ashes out of his pipe, he went on: “It’s bad enough to say things of that kind; but to repeat them, love, is in even poorer tasteYes, Richard,” said Polly meeklyBut her amazed inner query was: “Not even to one’s own husbandShe hung her head, till the white thread of parting between the dark loops of her hair was almost perpendicularShe had spoken without thinking in the first place — had just blurted out a passing thoughtBut even when forced to explain, she had never dreamt of Richard taking offenceRather she had imagined the two of them — two banded lovingly against one — making merry together over Purdy’s nonsenseShe had heard her husband laugh away much unkinder remarks than thisAnd perhaps if she had stopped there, and said no more, it might have been all rightBy her stupid attempt to gloss things over, she had really managed to hurt him, and had made him think her gossipy into the bargainShe went on with her sewingBut jordan womens when Mahony came back from the brisk walk by means of which he got rid of his annoyance, he fancied, though Polly was as cheery as ever and had supper laid for him, that her eyelids were redThis was why, the following evening, he promised himself to be discreetWinter had come in earnest; the night was wild and coldBefore the crackling stove the cat lay stretched at full length, while Pompey dozed fitfully, his nose between his pawsThe red-cotton curtains that hung at the little window gave back the lamplight in a ruddy glow; the clock beat off the seconds evenly, except when drowned by the wind, which came in bouts, hurling itself against the corners of the houseAnd presently, laying down his book — Polly was too busy now to be read to — Mahony looked across at his wifeShe was wrinkling her pretty brows over the manufacture of tiny clothes, a rather pale little woman still, none of the initial discomforts of her condition having been spared herFeeling his eyes on her, she looked up and smiled: did ever anyone see such a ridiculous armhole? Three of one’s fingers were enough to fill it — and she held the little shirt aloft for his inspectionHere was his chance: the child’s coming offered the best of pretextsTaking not only the midget garment but also the hand that held it, he told her of his resolve to go back to England and re-enter his professionYou know, love, I’ve always wished to get home againAnd now there’s an additional reasonI don’t want my our children to grow up in a place like thisWithout companions — or refining influencesWho knows how they would turn outHe said it, but in his heart he knew that his children would be safe enoughAnd Polly, listening to him, made the same reservation: yes, but OUR childrenAnd so I propose, as soon as the youngster’s old enough to travel, to haul down the flag for good and all, and book passages for the three of us in some smart clipperWe’ll live in the country, loveThink of it, Polly! A little gabled, red-roofed house at the foot of some Sussex down, with fruit trees and a high hedge round it, and only the oast-houses peeping overDoesn’t it make your mouth water, my dearHe had risen in his eagerness, and stood with his back to the stove, his legs apartAnd Polly nodded and smiled up at him — though, truth to tell, the picture he drew did not mean much to her: she had never been in Sussex, nor did she know what an oast-house wasA night such as this, with flying clouds and a shrill, piping wind, made her think of angry seas and a dark ship’s cabin, in which she lay deathly sickBut it was not Polly’s way to dwell on disagreeables: her mind glanced off to a pleasanter themeHave you ever thought, Richard, how strange it will seem when there ARE three of us? You and I will never be quite alone together againOh, I do hope he will be a good baby and not cry muchIt will worry you if he does — like Hempel’s cheap air jordans coughAnd then you won’t love him properlyI shall love it because it is yours, my darlingAnd the baby of such a dear little mother is sure to be goodOh, babies will be babies, you know!” said Polly, with a new air of wisdom which sat delightfully on herMahony pinched her cheekMrsMahony, you’re shirking my questionTell me now, should you not be pleased to get back to EnglandI’ll go wherever you go, Richard,” said Polly staunchlyAlwaysAnd of course I should like to see mother — I mean my real mother — againBut then Ned’s here and John, and SarahI should be very sorry to leave themI don’t think any of them will ever go home nowThey may be here, but they don’t trouble YOU often, my dear,” said Mahony, with more than a hint of impatienceEspecially Ned the well-beloved, who lives not a mile from your doorI know he doesn’t often come to see us, RichardBut he’s only a boy; and has to work so hardYou see it’s like thisIf Ned should get into any trouble, I’m here to look after him; and I know that makes mother’s mind easier — Ned was always her favouriteAnd an extraordinary thing, too! I believe it’s the boy’s good looks that blind you women to his faultsOh no, indeed it isn’t!” declared Polly warmlyIt’s just because Ned’s NedThe dearest fellow, if you really know himAnd so your heart’s anchored here, little wife, and would remain here even if I carried your body off to EnglandOh no, Richard,” said Polly againMy heart would always be where you areBut I can’t help wondering how Ned would get on aloneAnd Jerry will soon be here too, now, and he’s younger stillAnd HOW I should like to see dear Tilly settled before I go!” Judging that enough had been said for the time being, Mahony re-opened his book, leaving his wife to chew the cud of innocent matchmaking and sisterly caresIn reality Polly’s reflections were of quite another natureHer husband’s abrupt resolve to leave the colony, disturbing though it was, did not take her altogether by surpriseShe would have needed to be both deaf and blind not to notice that the store-bell rang much seldomer than it used to, and that Richard had more spare time on his handsYes, trade was dull, and that made him fidgetyNow she had always known that someday it would be her duty to follow Richard to EnglandBut she had imagined that day to be very far off — when they were elderly people, and had saved up a good deal of moneyTo hear the date fixed for six months hence was something of a shock to herAnd it was at this point that Polly had a sudden inspirationAs she listened to Richard talking of resuming his profession, the thought flashed through her mind: why not here? Why should he not start practice in Ballarat, instead of travelling all those thousands of miles to do it? This was what she ruminated while she jordans for sale tucked and hemmedShe could imagine, of course, what his answer would beHe would say there were too many doctors on Ballarat already; not more than a dozen of them made satisfactory incomesBut this argument did not convince PollyRichard wasn’t, perhaps, a great success at storekeeping; but that was only because he was too good for itAs a doctor, he with his cleverness and gentlemanly manners would soon, she was certain, stand head and shoulders above the restAnd then there would be money galoreIt was true he did not care for Ballarat — was down on both place and peopleBut this objection, too, Polly waivedIt passed belief that anybody could really dislike this big, rich, bustling, go-ahead township, where such handsome buildings were springing up and every one was so friendlyIn her heart she ascribed her husband’s want of love for it to the “infra dig” position he occupiedIf he mixed with his equals again and got rid of the feeling that he was looked down on, it would make all the difference in the world to himHe would then be out of reach of snubs and slights, and people would understand him better — not the residents on Ballarat alone, but also John, and Sarah, and the Beamishes, none of whom really appreciated RichardIn her mind’s eye Polly had a vision of him going his rounds mounted on a chestnut horse, dressed in surtout and choker, and hand and glove with the bigwigs of society — the gentlemen at the Camp, the Police Magistrate and Archdeacon Long, the rich squatters who lived at the  
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