<> Hanna245 Part Three Linen Hall Library 1951 Linen Hall Library Thursday, April 7, 2016 TIFF Hanna245 Manuscript Fireside, Crimson English https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/content/hanna245 Linen Hall Library Linen Hall Library Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike CC BY-NC-SA https://www.niliteraryarchive.com/sites/default/files/Hanna245_0.jpg LHL Archive 238 him. "Sure this is our time for a cup o’ tea, anyway." "Well now, if ye say that," answered Joe, sitting down again. When the tea was infused they took their seats at the table, for no one would have thought of drinking a cup of tea at the fireside with a guest present. The slight formality of the meal checked the spate of talk, but the feeling of cordiality still persisted after the cups were emptied. Joe had fallen silent for other reasons than having his mouth full of food. During the evening he hadn’t exchanged more than half-a-dozen words with Martha. Now he was pondering on his next move. In his most optimistic moments he had never dreamt that he would make such progress with the girl’s parents. But now, when he left, he feared that the curtain of insularity would fall on this household again, and all the ground that he had gained would be lost. He made up his mind to chance his luck further that evening. When the men rose from the table and returned to their places at the fire, Joe declined to sit down again. "No stopping this time, thank ye," he replied. He peered out at the blue darkness of the evening. "And its going to be a sore job getting down that loanen of yours, seeing I dont know the way. l tell ye what he swung round with a tense little laugh to where Martha stood: "You show me the way, will ye?" The girl flushed crimson, and the rest of the Echlins, with the exception of Frank, stared at Joe in surprise. Frank, who was stretched on the sofa again, lowered his head and picked idly at the fringe. My God, thought the lad, I've made a mistake. He drew back a little. "Maybe its too cold for ye to come out," he murmured. There was silence lor a moment. "Put on your coat, Martha," said Sarah slowly, "and see Mr Skillen on his road." Text