‘What, for heaven’s sake, is the matter?’ said the miller, his tasselled nightcap appearing in the opening.
‘Nothing, nothing!’ said the farmer. ‘I was uneasy about my few bonds and documents, and I walked this way, miller, before going to bed, as I start from home to-morrow morning. When I came down by your garden-hedge, I thought I saw thieves, but it turned out to be—to be—’
Here a lump of earth from the trumpet-major’s hand struck Uncle Benjy in the back as a reminder.
‘To be—the bough of a cherry-tree a-waving in the wind. Good-night.’
‘No thieves are like to try my house,’ said Miller Loveday. ‘Now don’t you come alarming us like this again, farmer, or you shall keep your box yourself, begging your pardon for saying so. Good-night t’ ye!’
‘Miller, will ye just look, since I am here—just look and see if the box is all right? there’s a good man! I am old, you know, and my poor remains are not what my original self was. Look and see if it is where you put it, there’s a good, kind man.’
‘Very well,’ said the miller good-humouredly.
‘Neighbour Loveday! on second thoughts I will take my box home again, after all, if you don’t mind. You won’t deem it ill of me? I have no suspicion, of course; but now I think on’t there’s rivalry between my nephew and your son; and if Festus should take it into his head to set your house on fire in his enmity, ’twould be bad for my deeds and documents. No offence, miller, but I’ll take the box, if you don’t mind.’
‘Faith! I don’t mind,’ said Loveday. ‘But your nephew had better think twice before he lets his enmity take that colour.’ Receding from the window, he took the candle to a back part of the room and soon reappeared with the tin box.
‘I won’t trouble ye to dress,’ said Derriman considerately; ‘let en down by anything you have at hand.’