He watched her closely,as she was moving away.Then he hitched up his jacket,and put his hand in his breeches pocket,taking out the key of the hut.
''Appen yer'd better 'ave this key,an'Ah min fend for t'bods some other road.'
She looked at him.
'What do you mean?'she asked.
'I mean as 'appen Ah can find anuther pleece as'll du for rearin'th'
pheasants.If yer want ter be 'ere,yo'll non want me messin'abaht a'th'time.'
She looked at him,getting his meaning through the fog of the dialect.
'Why don't you speak ordinary English?'she said coldly.
'Me!Ah thowt it wor ordinary.'
She was silent for a few moments in anger.
'So if yer want t'key,yer'd better tacit.Or 'appen Ah'd better gi'e 't yer termorrer,an'clear all t'stuff aht fust.Would that du for yer?'
She became more angry.
'I didn't want your key,'she said.'I don't want you to clear anything out at all.I don't in the least want to turn you out of your hut,thank you!I only wanted to be able to sit here sometimes,like today.But Ican sit perfectly well under the porch,so please say no more about it.'
He looked at her again,with his wicked blue eyes.
'Why,'he began,in the broad slow dialect.'Your Ladyship's as welcome as Christmas ter th'hut an'th'key an'iverythink as is.On'y this time O'th'year ther's bods ter set,an'Ah've got ter be potterin'abaht a good bit,seein'after 'em,an'a'.Winter time Ah ned 'ardly come nigh th'pleece.But what wi'spring,an'Sir Clifford wantin'ter start th'
pheasants...An'your Ladyship'd non want me tinkerin'around an'about when she was 'ere,all the time.'
She listened with a dim kind of amazement.
'Why should I mind your being here?'she asked.
He looked at her curiously.
'T'nuisance on me!'he said briefly,but significantly.She flushed.
'Very well!'she said finally.'I won't trouble you.But I don't think I should have minded at all sitting and seeing you look after the birds.
I should have liked it.But since you think it interferes with you,I won't disturb you,don't be afraid.You are Sir Clifford's keeper,not mine.'
The phrase sounded queer,she didn't know why.But she let it pass.
'Nay,your Ladyship.It's your Ladyship's own 'ut.It's as your Ladyship likes an'pleases,every time.Yer can turn me off at a wik's notice.It wor only...'
'Only what?'she asked,baffled.
He pushed back his hat in an odd comic way.
'On'y as 'appen yo'd like the place ter yersen,when yer did come,an'not me messin'abaht.'
'But why?'she said,angry.'Aren't you a civilized human being?Do you think I ought to be afraid of you?Why should I take any notice of you and your being here or not?Why is it important?'
He looked at her,all his face glimmering with wicked laughter.
'It's not,your Ladyship.Not in the very least,'he said.
'Well,why then?'she asked.
'Shall I get your Ladyship another key then?'
'No thank you!I don't want it.'
'Ah'll get it anyhow.We'd best 'ave two keys ter th'place.'
'And I consider you are insolent,'said Connie,with her colour up,panting a little.
'Nay,nay!'he said quickly.'Dunna yer say that!Nay,nay!I niver meant nuthink.Ah on'y thought as if yo'come 'ere,Ah s'd ave ter clear out,an'it'd mean a lot of work,settin'up somewheres else.But if your Ladyship isn't going ter take no notice O'me,then...it's Sir Clifford's 'ut,an'everythink is as your Ladyship likes,everythink is as your Ladyship likes an'pleases,barrin'yer take no notice O'me,doin'th'bits of jobs as Ah've got ter do.'
Connie went away completely bewildered.She was not sure whether she had been insulted and mortally of fended,or not.Perhaps the man really only meant what he said;that he thought she would expect him to keep away.
As if she would dream of it!And as if he could possibly be so important,he and his stupid presence.
She went home in confusion,not knowing what she thought or felt.