"No; how should I hear anything?" was the answer, in a pettish tone.
"Not as you'd care much, I daresay, if you did hear; for you're too feather-headed
to mind if everybody was dead, so as you could stay upstairs a-dressing yourself
for two hours by the clock. But anybody besides yourself 'ud mind about such
things happening to them as think a deal more of you than you deserve. But
Adam Bede and all his kin might be drownded for what you'd care--you'd be
perking at the glass the next minute."
"Adam Bede--drowned?" said Hetty, letting her arms fall and looking rather
bewildered, but suspecting that her aunt was as usual exaggerating with a
"No, my dear, no," said Dinah kindly, for Mrs. Poyser had passed on to the pantry
without deigning more precise information. "Not Adam. Adam's father, the old
man, is drowned. He was drowned last night in the Willow Brook. Mr. Irwine has
just told me about it."
"Oh, how dreadful!" said Hetty, looking serious, but not deeply affected; and as
Molly now entered with the dock-leaves, she took them silently and returned to
the dairy without asking further questions.