direction; and then nothing can stir you you look like the statty othe outside oTreddleson church, a-starinand a- smilinwhether its fair weather or foul. I hanna common patience with you.By this time the two gentlemen had reached the palings and had got down from air max 90 vt their horses: it was plain they meant to come in. Mrs. Poyser advanced to the door to meet them, curtsying low and trembling between anger with Dinah and anxiety to conduct herself with perfect propriety on the occasion. For in those days the keenest of bucolic minds felt a whispering awe at the sight of the gentry, such as of old men felt when they stood on tiptoe to watch the gods passing by in tall human shapeWell, Mrs. Poyser, how are you after this stormy morning?said Mr. Irwine, with his stately cordialityOur feet are quite dry; we shall not soil your beautiful floorOh, sir, dont mention it,said Mrs. PoyserWill you and the captain please to walk into the parlourNo, indeed, thank you, Mrs. Poyser,said the captain, looking eagerly round the kitchen, as if his eye were seeking something it could not findI delight in your kitchen. I think it is the most charming room I know. I should like every farmers wife to come and look at it for a patternOh, youre pleased to say so, sir. Pray take a seat,said Mrs. Poyser, relieved a little by this compliment and the captains evident good-humour, but still glancing anxiously at Mr. Irwine, who, she saw, was looking at Dinah and advancing towards herPoyser is not at home, is he?said Captain Donnithorne, seating himself where he could see along the short passage to the open dairy-doorNo, sir, he isnt; hes gone to Rosseter to see Mr. West, the factor, about the wool. But theres Father ithe barn, sir, if hed be of any useNo, thank you; Ill just look at the whelps and air max ltd leave a message about them with your shepherd. I must come another day and see your husband; I want to have a consultation with him about horses. Do you know when hes likely to be at libertyWhy, sir, you can hardly miss him, except its oTreddleson market-day thats of a Friday, you know. For if hes anywhere on the farm we can send for him in a minute. If wed got rid othe Scantlands, we should have no outlying fields; and I should be glad of it, for if ever anything happens, hes sure to be gone to the Scantlands. Things allays happen so contrairy, if theyve a chance; and its an unnatral thing to have one bit oyour farm in one county and all the rest in anotherAh, the Scantlands would go much better with Choyces farm, especially as he wants dairyland and youve got plenty. I think yours is the prettiest farm on the estate, though; and do you know, Mrs. Poyser, if I were going to marry and settle, I should be tempted to turn you out, and do up this fine old house, and turn farmer myselfOh, sir,said Mrs. Poyser, rather alarmed, “you wouldnt like it at all. As for farming, its putting money into your pocket wiyour right hand and fetching it out wiyour left. As fur as I can see, its raising victual for other folks and just getting a mouthful for yourself and your children as you go along. Not as youd be like a poor man as wants to get his bread you could afford to lose as much money as you liked ifarming but its poor fun losing money, I should think, though I understanits what the great folks iLondon play at more than anything. For my husband heard at market as Lord Daceys eldest son had lost thousands upothousands to the Prince oWales, and they said my lady was going to pawn her jewels to pay for him. But you know more about that than I do, sir. But, as for farming, sir, I canna think as youd like it; and this house the draughts in it are enough to cut you through, and its my opinion the floors upstairs are very rotten, and the rats ithe cellar are beyond anythingWhy, thats a terrible picture, Mrs. Poyser. I think I should be doing you a service to turn you out of such a place. But theres no chance of that. Im not likely to settle for the next twenty years, till Im a stout gentleman of forty; and my grandfather would never consent to part with such good tenants as youWell, sir, if he thinks so well oMr. Poyser for a tenant I wish you could put in a word for him to allow us some new gates for the Five closes, for my husbands been asking and asking till hes tired, and to think owhat hes done for the farm, ands never had a penny allowed him, be the times bad or good. And as Ive said to my husband often and often, Im sure if the captain had anything to do with it, it wouldnt be so. Not as I wish to speak disrespectful othem as have got the power itheir hands, but its more than flesh and blood ull bear sometimes, to be toiling and striving, and up early and down late, air max 90 and hardly sleeping a wink when you lie down for thinking as the cheese may swell, or the cows may slip their calf, or the wheat may grow green again ithe sheaf and after all, at thend othe year, its like as if youd been cooking a feast and had got the smell of it for your pains.Mrs. Poyser, once launched into conversation, always sailed along without any check from her preliminary awe of the gentry. The confidence she felt in her own powers of exposition was a motive force that overcame all resistanceIm afraid I should only do harm instead of good, if I were to speak about the gates, Mrs. Poyser,said the captain, “though I assure you theres no man on the estate I would sooner say a word for than your husband. I know his farm is in better order than any other within ten miles of us; and as for the kitchen,he added, smiling, “I dont believe theres one in the kingdom to beat it. By the by, Ive never seen your dairy: I must see your dairy, Mrs. PoyserIndeed, sir, its not fit for you to go in, for Hettys in the middle omaking the butter, for the churning was thrown late, and Im quite ashamed.This Mrs. Poyser said blushing, and believing that the captain was really interested in her milk-pans, and would adjust his opinion of her to the appearance of her dairyOh, Ive no doubt its in capital order. Take me in,said the captain, himself leading the way, while Mrs. Poyser followed. Chapter 7 The Dairy THE dairy was certainly worth looking at: it was a scene to sicken for with a sort of calenture in hot and dusty streets such coolness, such purity, such fresh fragrance of new-pressed cheese, of firm butter, of wooden vessels perpetually bathed in pure water; such soft colouring of red earthenware and creamy surfaces, brown wood and polished tin, grey limestone and rich orange-red rust on the iron weights and hooks and hinges. But one gets only a confused notion of these details when they surround a distractingly pretty girl of seventeen, standing on little pattens and rounding her dimpled arm to lift a pound of butter out of the scale. Hetty blushed a deep rose-colour when Captain Donnithorne entered the dairy and spoke to her; but it was not at all a distressed blush, for it w