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"For my part it's no great punishment," said Lavendar, when they settled themselves, "since the place is big enough for two and you're one of them!" "Wouldn't this be as good a stool of repentance from which to confess your faults as any?" asked Robinette, as she tucked her shoeless foot beneath her mud-stained skirt and made herself as comfortable as possible.
Lavendar's side to reach up and whisper in his ear, oh, if he would but put his cheek against hers, and whisper in her ear! The result of that secret colloquy was that David knelt down in front of the dining-room fire, and made a slice of smoky toast for Dr. Lavendar. "After supper you might roast an apple for Mrs. Richie," the old minister suggested. And David's eyes shone with silent joy.
"If I've done what people say isn't right, it was only because I wanted to be happy; not because I wanted to do wrong. It was because of Love. You can't understand what that means! But Christ said that because a woman loved much, much was to be forgiven! Do you remember that?" she demanded hotly. "Yes," said Dr, Lavendar; "but do you remember Who it was that she loved much?
"I've always wondered what went wrong between Stephen Irving and Lavendar Lewis," continued Marilla, ignoring Davy. "They were certainly engaged twenty-five years ago and then all at once it was broken off. I don't know what the trouble was but it must have been something terrible, for he went away to the States and never come home since." "Perhaps it was nothing very dreadful after all.
But suppose they met, and things shouldn't run smoothly, and there should be an explosion would there be danger to Benjamin?" William King whistled. "After all these years!" Then he reflected. "Well, of course, sir, he is an old man. But he is like iron, Dr. Lavendar. When he had quinsy two years ago, I thought he had come to the end. Not a bit of it! He's iron.
"He said father had always been so sensible; he didn't believe he would think of such a dreadful thing. And neither do I, Gussie, honestly," Cyrus said. "But Mrs. North isn't sensible," Gussie protested, "and she'll " "Dr. Lavendar said 'there was no fool like a middle-aged fool," Cyrus agreed. "Middle-aged! She's as old as Methuselah!" "That's what I told him," said Cyrus.
The senior warden stared in silence at her plump hand, shaking and trembling on his knee. Dr. Lavendar did not urge any word of resignation. He sat beside the stricken pair, hearing the mother's pitiful babble, looking at the father's bent gray head, saying what he could of Sam his truthfulness, his good nature, his kindness.
It had begun to rain again, and the driveway was very dark darker even than on that September night when Johnny's mother had cringed back from Miss Lydia's little leading hand and they had hurried along under the big trees. It was her son who hurried now. . . . "Not so fast, Johnny," said Doctor Lavendar. "Excuse me, sir."
"What were you doing on the lawn at four o'clock this morning?" she began, but checked herself, suddenly thinking that if Carnaby had been up to mischief she must not allude to it before his grandmother. No one had heard her. The meal dragged on. Robinette and Lavendar talked little. Miss Smeardon was preoccupied with the sufferings and the moods of Rupert.
Johnny's guffaw of laughter ended in a droll look at his father, who said: "My dear Mary! This cub, and a diamond ring?" She was too absorbed in loving her child to be hurt by his bad manners, and, besides, at that moment Doctor Lavendar arrived, and she ran out into the hall to welcome him; as she took his hand she whispered: "Doctor Lavendar, you will help me with Johnny? I am going to tell him.
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