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The carriage had overtaken us and stopped now close to us. I rose to say good-bye. Austyn shook me by the hand and moved towards the carriage; then, as if checked by a sudden thought, returned upon his steps and stood before me, his earnest eyes fixed upon me as if the whole self-denying soul within him hungered to waken mine.
Lyndsay and the little boys are going over to Rood Warren with a note for me. I hope you will see Mr. Austyn, Mr. Lyndsay, and persuade him to come over to-morrow." "What! To dine?" said Atherley. "He won't come out to dinner in Lent." I thought so myself, but I was glad of the excuse to see again the delicate, austere face.
I want to get him over to dinner. He is a nephew of Mr. Austyn of Temple Leigh." "Oh, that family!" said the Canon. "I am sorry he has taken up such an extreme line. It is a great mistake. In the Church, preferment in these days always goes to the moderate men." "Rood Warren is not far from here," said Lady Atherley, "and he has a parishioner Oh, that reminds me. Mr.
"Your last two stories are too highflown for my simple tastes. I want a good coherent description of the ghost himself, not the particular emotions he excited. I had expected better things from Austyn. Upon my word, as far as we have gone, old Aunt Eleanour's is the best.
In the morning I had just finished dressing, but had not put out my candles, when a knock at the door was followed by the entrance of Austyn himself. "I did not expect to find you up, Mr. Lyndsay; I knocked gently, lest you should be asleep. In case you were not, I intended to come and tell you that I had seen the ghost." "Breakfast is ready," said a servant at the door.
And then, such an imprudent marriage a woman without a penny!" "I have never seen any one who wore such extraordinary bonnets," said Lady Atherley. "Who was that young man who bowed to the altar and crossed himself?" asked the Canon. "I suppose that must be Mr. Austyn, curate in charge at Rood Warren. He comes over to help Mr. Jackson sometimes, I believe. George has met him; I have not.
Atherley was impressed and even surprised to a degree unflattering to the rural clergy. "This is indeed a rara avis of a country curate," he confided to me after dinner, while Lady Atherley was unravelling with Austyn his connection with various families of her acquaintance. "We shall hear of him in time to come, if, in the meanwhile, he does not starve himself to death.
I went away, wondering why he repelled as well as attracted me; what it was behind the almost awe-inspiring purity and earnestness I felt in him that left me with a chill sense of disappointment? The question was so perplexing and so interesting that I determined to follow it up next day, and ordered my servant to call me as early as Mr. Austyn was wakened.
"I wonder if the carriage is at the door," said Austyn, rather anxiously. He went into the hall and looked out through the narrow windows. There was no carriage visible, and I deeply regretted the second interruption that must follow when it did come. "Let us walk up the hill and on a little way together. The carriage will overtake us. My curiosity is not yet satisfied." "Then first, Mr.
I think Austyn, with his mediæval turn of mind and his quite mediæval habit of living upon air, might have managed to raise something with horns and hoofs. It is a curious thing that in the dark ages the devil was always appearing to somebody. He doesn't make himself so cheap now.
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