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I wish I had known he was coming. I would have ordered a dinner he would like." "Judging by his appearance, I should say the dinner he would like will be easily provided." Atherley was right. Mr. Austyn's dinner consisted of soup, bread, and water. He would not even touch the fish or the eggs elaborately prepared for his especial benefit.
"I was thinking it would be so convenient to get a young man over to dinner sometimes; and Rood Warren cannot be very far from us, for one of Mr. Austyn's parishioners lives just at the end of Weald." "If you take my advice, my dearest Jane, you will not have anything to do with him.
Austyn's return from morning service, which I did, while the carriage, with the little boys and Tip in it, drove up and down before the door. The room in which I waited, evidently the one sitting-room, was destitute of luxury or comfort as a monk's cell. Profusion there was in one thing only books.
Lyndsay, would you be so kind as to look out and tell the coachman to drive round by Monk's? I want to leave some soup." "Monk, I presume, is a sick labourer?" said the Canon. "I hope you are not as indiscriminate in your charities as most Ladies Bountiful." "Mr. Jackson says this is a really deserving case. He knows all about him, though he really is in Mr. Austyn's parish.
Austyn's God can never be my God, and in his heaven I should find no rest; but, one among ten thousand, he believed in both, as the martyrs believed who perished in the flames, with a faith which would have stood the atheist's test; "We believe a thing, when we are prepared to act as if it were true." Rood Warren lay in a little hollow beside an armlet of the stream that waters all the valley.
I have thought of this early home of Austyn's many a time as dignities have been literally thrust upon him by a world which since then has discovered his intellectual rank. He will end his days in a palace, and, one may confidently predict of him, remain as absolutely indifferent to his surroundings as in the little cottage at Rood Warren.
"Let me come down with you and hear about it," I said. We went down through staircase and hall, still plunged in darkness, to the dining-room, where lamps and fire burned brightly. Their glow falling on Austyn's face showed me how pale it was, and worn as if from watching. Breakfast was set ready for him, but he refused to touch it. "But tell me what you saw."
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