Hadria winced. “I fear not. I have grown very much attached to Martha now, poor little soul; but when I decided to adopt her, I was in a state of red-hot fury.”
“Against whom, may I ask?”
“Against the child’s father,” Hadria replied shortly.
CHAPTER XXVII.
“YES, mum, I see un go up to the churchyard. He’s tidyin’ up the place a bit for the weddin’.”
“The wedding?” repeated Hadria vaguely. Mrs. Gullick looked at her as at one whose claims to complete possession of the faculties there seems sad reason to doubt.
“Oh, Miss Jordan’s, yes. When is it?”
“Why, it’s this mornin’, ma’am!” cried Mrs. Gullick.
“Dear me, of course. I thought the village looked rather excited.”