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But that was before he came to live in Glaston. Would you mind looking in upon Rachel for a few minutes, sir? She is not so well to-day, and has not been out of her own room." "With all my heart," answered Wingfold. "I am sorry to hear she is suffering." "She is always suffering more or less," said the little man. "But she enjoys life notwithstanding, as you may clearly see.
Not that I know why they shouldn't," she added; "only the presence of any stranger " "You are no stranger to Mr. Wingfold or my uncle," said Rachel, "and I daresay you know Mr. Drew?" "To tell you the truth, Miss Polwarth, I have not behaved as I should either to your uncle or Mr. Wingfold. I know it now that my brother is gone. They were so good to him!
That an evil principle has an advocate present, is no reason for sparing it: what am I there for? But to preach that the many may turn on the one that I never could do!" "This case is different from any other. The wrong is done continuously, in the very eyes of the congregation, and for the sake of its being seen," Mrs. Wingfold answered.
If a man did, either he was the most presumptuous of mortals, or HE COULD DO WHAT HE SAID. If he could, then to have seen and distrusted that man, Wingfold felt, would have been to destroy in himself the believing faculty and become incapable of trusting for ever after.
Wingfold heard Richard's step, looked round, knew him at once an artisan of some sort, and saw in him signs of purpose and character strong for his years. "Jolly morning!" he said. "It is indeed, sir!" answered Richard. "I like a walk in the morning better than at any other time of the day!" said Wingfold. "Well, sir, I do so too, though I can't tell why.
By the next post the curate received a grateful answer, appointing the time, and expressing perfect readiness to trust those whom he had tried. She was received at the cottage door by Rachel, who asked her to walk into the garden, where Mr. Wingfold was expecting her. The curate led her to a seat overgrown with honeysuckle.
"Ah, I thought you did! The Reverend Mr. Wingfold, lady Ann! My wife, Mr. Wingfold! The other gentleman, lady Ann. He paused. Lady Ann turned her eyes slowly on Richard. Wingfold saw a slight, just perceptible start, and a settling of the jaws. "The other gentleman," resumed the baronet, "you do not know, but you will soon be the best of friends." "I beg your pardon, sir Wilton, I do know him!
She made him lie on the couch, and gave orders that, if Mr. Wingfold called, he should be shown up at once. Leopold's face brightened; he actually looked pleased when his soup came. When Wingfold was announced, he grew for a moment radiant. Helen received the curate respectfully, but not very cordially: SHE could not make Leopold's face shine! "Would your brother like to see Mr.
"Even then," resumed Wingfold, "I should not say you were wrong, if you were prepared to add that you had searched every possible region of existence, and had found no God; or that you had tried every theory man had invented, or even that you were able to invent yourself, and had found none of them consistent with the being of a God.
Ramshorn's style, and was considerably surprised at receiving such a hearty approval of a proposed reformation in clerical things, reaching even to the archiepiscopal, which he had put half-humorously, and yet in thorough earnest, for the ear of Wingfold only. He was little enough desirous of pursuing the conversation with Mrs.
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