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Updated: June 7, 2025
He looks as though butter wouldn't melt in his mouth. There was no love lost between the chaplain and the captain, for on several occasions the latter had found Cargrim a slippery customer, and lax in his notions of honour; while the curate, knowing that he had not been clever enough to hoodwink George, hated him with all the fervour and malice of his petty soul.
There is a charity which thinketh no evil, Mrs Pansey, and with great heat Gabriel, forgetting his manners, walked off without taking leave of either the lady or Miss Norsham. Mrs Pansey tossed her turban and snorted, but seeing very plainly that she had gone too far, held for once her virulent tongue. Cargrim rubbed his hands and laughed softly. 'Our young friend talks warmly, Mrs Pansey.
'I wish to see Mrs Mosk particularly, reiterated Cargrim, who was bent upon carrying his point. 'If not, your father will do. 'My father is absent in Southberry. Why do you want to see my mother? 'I'll tell her that myself with your permission, said Cargrim, suavely. 'You sha'n't, then, cried Bell, and flung down her duster with sparkling eyes.
But Cargrim quite underrated Mother Jael's power of making herself scarce, for when he entered the tent he found it tenanted only by Daisy Norsham, who was looking in some bewilderment at an empty chair. The cunning old gipsy had once more melted into thin air. 'Where is she? demanded Cargrim, regretting that his clerical garb prevented him from using appropriate language.
'You are indeed a fool, rejoined the bishop, coldly, 'and an ungrateful fool to boot, or you would not thus answer one who has your interest at heart. But as you take up such a position, I shall be brief. You must leave my house at once, and, for very shame, I should advise you to leave the Church. 'Leave the Church? echoed Cargrim, in dismay. 'I have said it.
The bishop looked at Cargrim, and Cargrim looked at the bishop, each striving to read the other's thoughts, then the latter turned away with a frown, and the former, much exercised in his mind, advanced towards the door of the library. Dr Pendle called him back. 'Not a word about my health to Mrs Pendle, he said sharply.
'I do but anticipate the inevitable, my lord, said Cargrim, preparing to drive his sting into the bishop, 'and certainly, the sooner Mr Gabriel is advanced to the living the better it will be for his matrimonial prospects. Dr Pendle stared. 'I don't understand you! he said stiffly. 'What! Mr Cargrim threw up his hands in astonishment.
Michael Cargrim, the chaplain, was a dangerous man. He was thin and pale, with light blue eyes and sleek fair hair; and as weak physically as he was strong mentally. In his neat clerical garb, with a slight stoop and meek smile, he looked a harmless, commonplace young curate of the tabby cat kind.
'Your anxiety is commendable, but needless, responded the bishop, dryly. 'I am due at Southberry this Sunday, I believe. 'There is a confirmation at St Mark's, your lordship. 'Very good; you can make the necessary arrangements, Mr Cargrim. To-day is Thursday.
Mr Cargrim, next time you preach take for your text, "The tongue is a two-edged sword." 'Do, Mr Cargrim, cried Miss Whichello, darting an angry glance at Mrs Pansey, 'and illustrate it with the one to whom it particularly applies.
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