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'By no means; by no means; how can you think me so wanting in courtesy? But I must confess that I desire my son to make a good match. 'You should rather wish him to get a good wife, retorted Miss Whichello, who was becoming annoyed. 'But if it is fortune you desire, I can set your mind at rest on that point.
She was glad when the train steamed off with this too happy lover, and promised to deliver all kinds of unnecessary messages to the girl George had left behind him. 'But let them be happy while they can, murmured Miss Whichello, as she tripped back through the town. 'Poor souls, if they only knew what I know.
'Barren indeed! it has five figs on it. Really, sitting under its shade one would fancy one was in Palestine. Do come, Mr Cargrim, and Miss Whichello fluttered through the door like an escaping bird. 'With pleasure; the more so, as I know we shall not be missed. 'Damn! muttered Captain Pendle, when the door closed on Cargrim's smile and insinuating looks.
'No; there are all sorts of rumours, of course, but none of them very reliable. It's a pity, too, added George, reflectively, 'for if I had only been a little earlier in leaving Mother Jael I might have heard the shot and captured the murderer. 'What do you mean, Captain Pendle? cried Miss Whichello, with a start. 'Why, didn't I tell you? No, of course I didn't; it was Mab I told.
'Do, and I'll tell them what I think of you. I'm going now. Miss Whichello rose briskly. 'I've had my say out, and you know what I intend to do if you meddle with my affairs. Good-day, Mrs Pansey, and good-bye, for it's a long time before I'll ever cross words with you again, ma'am, and the little old lady marched out of the room with all the honours of war. Mrs Pansey was completely crushed.
'I hope you enjoyed yourself, I'm sure, Mr Cargrim, said Miss Whichello, good-humouredly, 'but it gives me no pleasure to visit Mrs Pansey. 'Well, do you know, Miss Whichello, I find her rather amusing. She is a very observant lady, and converses wittily about what she observes. 'She talks scandal, if that is what you mean. 'I am afraid that word is rather harsh, Miss Whichello.
'This is neither the time nor place to inform you, said the bishop, hastily; 'I see Mr Cargrim advancing. On another occasion, Miss Whichello, we shall talk about the matter.
Come, come! and Miss Whichello marched the captain off with a twinkle in her bright eyes. The little old lady was one of those loved by the gods, for she would undoubtedly die young in heart. Still, as she walked with Captain Pendle to the station in the gathering darkness, she looked worried and white.
Finally Miss Whichello's real reason for calling came out by degrees, and in true feminine fashion she approached the main point by side issues. 'Is your father in, Miss Mosk? she asked, clasping and unclasping her hands feverishly on her lap. 'No, Miss Whichello. He rode over this afternoon to Southberry on business, and we do not expect him back till to-morrow morning.
'This man as Bosvile married your sister in 1869, as Krant he married Mrs Pendle in 1870. 'Married Mrs Pendle! shrieked Miss Whichello, darting forward. 'Yes. She was a Mrs Krant when I married her, and as her husband was reported dead, I believed her to be his widow. 'But she was not his widow! 'No, for Krant was Jentham, and Jentham was alive after my marriage.
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