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Really, all things considered, I'm very much afraid that I had not that kind Christian feeling and charity in my heart towards Mawley that the vicar had enjoined in his Christmas sermon. I did not regard the curate even with that reverence which his Oxford waistcoat should have inspired.
He would meet with an antagonist now, worthy of his carping, critical metal! I wished him joy of the situation! Mawley and Lady Dasher together in one house, permanently! I say no more.
"Mr Mawley," said I, "you have no more imagination than a turnip-top! You must possess the taste of a Goth or Vandal, to turn such noble lines into your low ridicule!" He did not mind my retort a bit, however.
"And you didn't care so much for Mawley after all?" I continued, rendered bolder by her changed manner. "You must not ask too many questions, sir!" she said. "This just shows how very unreasonable you were! How could I have neglected everybody else to speak to you, only, all the evening; what would they have thought, sir? what would mamma have said?
"Well, perhaps she's not exactly pretty," said Mr Mawley, diplomatically; "but nice-looking, at all events that was the word I used, Miss Bessie." "But she dresses so plainly!" said Lizzie Dangler. "I call her quite a dowdthy!" lisped Baby Blake.
"Yes," I said, testily. I felt very angry with her for her attentions to Horner and Mawley, and, as I thought, neglect of me; so, I wished to let her know it. "Frank," she repeated, "didn't you mean that song at me?" "Yes, I did," I replied, very grumpily. "Foolish fellow!" she said; "what a very bad opinion you must have of me, although I did not know my eyes were blue before!
Have I not seen thee where thou hast not been; And, mad with the idea, clasp'd the wind, And doated upon nothing? Although Mr Mawley had expressed such a disparaging opinion anent my capabilities for official work, I do not think I made such an inefficient clerk on the whole.
"I was going to speak to you on the very point to-day, sir," said Mr Mawley, before the vicar could answer. "Had we not better have a course of controversial lectures, each giving one in turn?" "No, Mawley," replied the vicar, "since I have had the living, I have never yet permitted sectarian disputations to have a place in my pulpit; and, never will I do so as long as I live!
"Well, sir," said Shuffler, "it's a secret as yet; but I don't mind telling you, Mr Lorton, as I know you won't let it out Mr Mawley, the parsun, has took the villa!" "Mr Mawley!" I exclaimed, with redoubled astonishment. "Why, what on earth does he want a house for?"
It was this, that nerved me up to desperation. Why, thought I, the day after the wedding, as I paced along the Prebend's Walk over which the long-branched elms and waving oaks and thickly-growing lime-trees formed a perfect arch, in all the panoply of their new summer leaves, sheltering one from rain and sun alike why, thought I, should that fellow, Mawley, be made happy, and I not?
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