At the station Lady Constantine appeared, standing expectant; he saw her

face from the window of the carriage long before she saw him. He no

sooner saw her than he was satisfied to his heart's content with his

prize. If his great-uncle had offered him from the grave a kingdom

instead of her, he would not have accepted it.

Swithin jumped out, and nature never painted in a woman's face more

devotion than appeared in my lady's at that moment. To both the

situation seemed like a beautiful allegory, not to be examined too

closely, lest its defects of correspondence with real life should be

apparent.

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They almost feared to shake hands in public, so much depended upon their

passing that morning without molestation. A fly was called and they

drove away.

'Take this,' she said, handing him a folded paper. 'It belongs to you

rather than to me.' At crossings, and other occasional pauses, pedestrians turned their faces

and looked at the pair (for no reason but that, among so many, there were

naturally a few of the sort who have eyes to note what incidents come in

their way as they plod on); but the two in the vehicle could not but fear

that these innocent beholders had special detective designs on them.

'You look so dreadfully young!' she said with humorous fretfulness, as

they drove along (Swithin's cheeks being amazingly fresh from the morning

air). 'Do try to appear a little haggard, that the parson mayn't ask us

awkward questions!' Nothing further happened, and they were set down opposite a shop about

fifty yards from the church door, at five minutes to eleven.

'We will dismiss the fly,' she said. 'It will only attract idlers.' On turning the corner and reaching the church they found the door ajar;

but the building contained only two persons, a man and a woman,--the

clerk and his wife, as they learnt. Swithin asked when the clergyman

would arrive.

The clerk looked at his watch, and said, 'At just on eleven o'clock.' 'He ought to be here,' said Swithin.

'Yes,' replied the clerk, as the hour struck. 'The fact is, sir, he is a

deppity, and apt to be rather wandering in his wits as regards time and

such like, which hev stood in the way of the man's getting a benefit.

But no doubt he'll come.' 'The regular incumbent is away, then?' 'He's gone for his bare pa'son's fortnight,--that's all; and we was

forced to put up with a weak-talented man or none. The best men goes

into the brewing, or into the shipping now-a-days, you see, sir;

doctrines being rather shaddery at present, and your money's worth not

sure in our line. So we church officers be left poorly provided with men

for odd jobs. I'll tell ye what, sir; I think I'd better run round to

the gentleman's lodgings, and try to find him?' 'Pray do,' said Lady Constantine.




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