Vessons was prepared to be pleasant in small matters. He fetched some from the hive.
''Ere you are,' he said patronizingly; 'but you munna be always coming to me after 'em.'
He was oblivious of the fact that they were Reddin's bees.
Reddin presented them.
'There,' he said gruffly; 'now you can be civil again.'
'But these be hive-bees!' said Hazel, 'and they was comforble to begin with! I dunna want that sort. I wanted miserable uns!'
'Hang it! how could I know?' asked Reddin irritably.
'No. I suppose you couldna,' said Hazel; 'you'm terrible stupid, Jack
Reddin!'
So life went on at Undern, and Hazel adapted herself to it as well as she could. It was strange that the longer she lived there the more she thought of Edward. She always saw his face lined with grief and very pale, not tanned and ruddy with fresh air as she had known it. It was as if his mentality reached across the valley to hers and laid its melancholy upon her. Sometimes she was very homesick for Foxy, but she would not have her at Undern. She did not trust the place. She never went out anywhere, for people stared, and when Reddin, with some difficulty, persuaded her to amble round the fields with him on a pony he picked up cheap for her, she always wanted to keep in his own fields.
It was not until nearly the end of October that Vessons got his chance. Reddin had to go to a very important fair. He wanted Hazel to go with him, but she said she was tired, and, guessing the reason, he immediately gave in.