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Gresley did not wish him to become aware of this last fact, for we all keep our domestic skeletons in their cupboards, so he placed a hypothetical case before his friend. Supposing some one he knew, a person for whose actions he felt himself partly responsible, had written a most unwise letter, and this letter, by no fault of Mr. Gresley's, had fallen into his hands and been read by him.
She darted out of the house and flew down the little drive. But Fortune frowned on Hester to-day. She reached the turn of the road only to see the bent figure of Mr. Gresley whisk swiftly out of sight, his clerical coat-tails flowing gracefully out behind like a divided skirt on each side of the back wheel. Hester toiled back to the house breathless and dusty, and ready to cry with vexation.
Gresley, who departed early in the afternoon for Southminster, had left his wife no directions as to how to act in this unforseen occurrence, or how to parry the questions with which she was overwhelmed. After long hesitation she at last owned that Hester had returned to Southminster in the Bishop's carriage not more than half an hour after it had brought her back.
Gresley as a clergyman, but as a conversationalist the young vicar wearied him. Gresley would be engaging the reluctant attention of a ruridecanal meeting. He gave a sigh of relief as he became aware that Hester and Rachel were the only occupants of the cool, darkened room. Mrs. Gresley, it seemed, was also out. Hester made tea, and presently the Bishop, who looked much exhausted, roused himself.
Now that they came to think of it, both of them had been to tea at the Vicarage only last summer. "A good many people pop in and out of this house," they agreed. "I am as certain as that I stand here," said Mr. Gresley, who was sitting down, "that that noisy boor, that underbred, foul-mouthed Dick Vernon wanted to marry her." "Don't mention him," said Mrs. Gresley.
Surely you know he has one of the largest vineyards in South Australia?" For a moment Mr. Gresley was bereft of speech. "And you knew this and kept silence," he said at last, while Mrs. Gresley looked reproachfully, but without surprise, at her sister-in-law. "Certainly. What was there to speak about? I thought you knew." "I never heard it till this instant. That quite accounts for his views.
Every thing was arranged; I had written home, and taken leave of my father and my sister, lamenting the cause, but rejoicing in the prospect, of my voyage; I had drank tea with the captain, and was anxiously waiting the arrival of our mutual friend Gresley to break the affair to him, and at the same time to take leave of him, when the waiter announced a gentleman enquiring for Mr. Hunt.
Handle not. He for his part should never side with the devil. This lofty utterance having been given time to sink in, Mr. Gresley looked round at the sea of stolid, sullen faces, and concluded with saying that the chairman would now call upon his cousin, Mr. Vernon, to speak to them on the shocking evils he himself had witnessed in Australia as the results of drink.
"I agree with him," said Hester, having first said the sentence to herself, and having decided it was innocuous. The climax of the music lesson had arrived. "The Blue Bells of Scotland" the sole Clavier Stück which Mary's rigidly extended little starfishes of hands could wrench out of the school-room piano was at its third bar. "Well," said Mr. Gresley, refreshed by a cheering retrospect.
Gresley by appointment at the White Lion at nine o'clock that evening, and was to go down with the captain, at eight the next day, to the vessel, which was to weigh anchor at ten, and drop down the Bristol Channel with the tide. The wind being fair, we expected to be off Ilfracombe the same night.
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