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Logger had committed himself to an opinion that it was a shame to waste such a glorious morning in church, and had declined, at the last moment, to come. He preferred to criticise preachers without hearing them. The congregation was much fuller than Bessie remembered it formerly. Beechhurst had reconciled itself to its pastor, and had found him not so very bad after all.
It would be delightful to add that the rector was as charming as his abode; but Beechhurst did not call itself happy in its pastor at this moment the Rev. Askew Wiley. Mr. Wiley's immediate predecessor the Rev. John Hutton had been a pattern for country parsons.
She will come over to Abbotsmead the day after to-morrow." Bessie could not help being reminded by her grandfather's face and voice of another old Beechhurst friend Mr. Phipps. Perhaps this luncheon at Hartwell had been pleasanter to her than to him, though even she had an aftertaste of disappointment in it, because Lady Latimer no longer dazzled her judgment.
"I wish I had been a boy it must be much better fun," was the whimsical rejoinder of feminine fifteen. "And you should have been my chum," said young Musgrave. "That is just what I should have liked. Caen is nearer to Beechhurst than it is to Woldshire, so I shall come home for my holidays. Perhaps I shall never see you again, Harry, when I am transported to Woldshire." This with a pathetic sigh.
The opportunity will be good for introducing to the reader a few persons of chief consideration in the rural community where Bessie Fairfax acquired some of her permanent views of life. Beechhurst Rectory was the most charming rectory-house on the Forest.
Since her late experiences there was little certainty in Bessie's expectations of going to Beechhurst for the long vacation which began in July. And it was salutary that she entertained a doubt, for it mitigated disappointment when it came.
He told Lady Latimer that we ought to keep our liberal imaginations in check by a system of cash payments." "Our friend has a disagreeable trick of being right," said Bessie laughing. "He has his uses, but I cannot bear him. I don't know who is to blame whether it is Miss Wort or Lady Latimer but there is no peace at Beechhurst now for begging.
Wiley's health was the ostensible reason, and though Otterburn knew better, Beechhurst accepted it in good faith, and gave its new rector a cordial welcome none the less cordial that his wife came on the scene a robust and capable woman, ready and fit for parish work, and with no air of the fragile invalid it had been led to expect. But men are shrewd on the Forest as on the Border, and the Rev.
It is growing quite common for young ladies in Beechhurst to have classes in the evening for servant-girls and others, but I cannot say I favor them: the girls get together gossipping and stopping out late, and the teachers are so set up with notions of superior piety that they are quite spoilt.
Bessie recovered her countenance and said, as she would have said to any other strangers on horseback who might have invited her to be their guide on foot, "You cannot miss the way. It lies straight before you for nearly a mile over the heath; then you will come to cross-roads and a guide-post. You will be at Beechhurst long before we shall." The gentlemen accepted their dismissal and rode on.
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